Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2021 09:20:47 +0200 From: MultyAmory Subject: Teen Whore part 13 If you like this series, consider donating to Nifty, at https://donate.nifty.org/ Also feel free to write to me with your comments, questions, compliments and ideas, at multyamory@gmail.com It was early morning on Saturday, and Emma had an appointment. Mr. Crick sent her a message that Reverend Jerry wanted to have a word with her; he also wrote that he's sending her a friendly escort. And sure enough, around 8 AM, Officer Parker rode up to the house in his official police cruiser. When Emma entered his car, she could see he was already hard; Officer Parker looked at her up and down; she wore a very tight, short, blue skirt, and a pink top with thin straps that hugged her body; she didn't wear underwear or a bra, and when she smelled Officer Parker and saw his boner her body started heating up, and her small nipples hardened. "You're taking me?" she asked in a low voice, staring him straight in the eyes, "yea, we'll go round to Revered Jerry's office, and then I'll buy you some pancakes." Emma got in and Officer Parker took off; she didn't want to fuck him (she had a sense that Reverend Jerry wouldn't like it if her pussy already had a load in it; or her breath smelled like another man's cock) but she liked her effect on him; when Officer Parker looked at her, he always looked like he was a short moment away from jumping her, ripping all her clothes off, and fucking her silly. Emma remembered Mr. Crick fucking Officer Parker up the ass, and she wondered, how often did Officer Parker get to fuck anyone, or did everyone always fuck him? On the drive to First Presbyterian, Emma gently caressed Officer Parker's hard cock through his pants, and told him about a girl in her school, Lucy, who also wanted to become a whore, and how Emma asked her to fuck Vice Principle Snooke to show her how creepy and gross some clients can be. "You don't want her to have sex with people for money?" Officer Parker asked, as he turned into the half empty parking lot outside the church; Emma thought a moment, squeezing his cock, "No; I don't know; maybe. It's a complication I never encountered before. Maybe it'll be good for me, to have a partner like that; or maybe I don't want the competition; or lose my exotic nature, as Brentwood's only teen whore." Officer Parker leaned in, and kissed her hard; his large tongue invaded her sweet mouth, and he grabbed one of her small tits; she could feel the heat of his body, his touch on her tits heated her up, and she could feel her pussy gathering moisture; she wanted him, wanted to ride him, wanted to feel him inside her, feel him cumming, rub her clit on his cock until she came; he broke off the kiss, "Don't worry, Emma; Lucy can never be like you. Now go in there and make some money." Emma paused, "you're not coming with me?" "No; Jerry wouldn't like that; but don't worry; I'm going to stay out here, and he damn well understands what that means. He knows neither Mr. Crick nor I would ever let anyone do anything to you that you don't like; listen to his proposal, and if you don't like it, you can just leave. Nothing bad would happen." His words reassured her. Emma nodded, and then went in through the side door, into Reverend Jerry's small office. He was already there, and another young woman, maybe 20 years old; the Reverend was almost completely naked; he only had a grey polo shirt on and white cocks; his legs were spread wide, and the young woman was kneeling, completely naked, between them. Jerry's hard cock was deep in her mouth, and she slowly sucked him, going up and down on the wet shaft; when Emma entered the room there was no sound other than the wet noises of the blow job, and Reverend Jerry's moans. Jerry noticed Emma immediately and gently tapped on the young woman's shoulder. She stopped her ministrations and looked up at Jerry and then followed his gaze to Emma, then smiled beatifically. "Do you fuck women, girl?" Jerry asked, his hard, blushed cock, drenched with saliva, dripping pre-cum on the floor; Emma was transfixed by the sight, "what?" Jerry sighed, a bit exasperated, "Do you have sex with women for money, as well as men? I was told that you do." Emma nodded. The young woman was still smiling, and she looked at Emma from head to toes with adoring eyes, "would you agree to eat this young woman's pussy to completion? How much would that cost?" "50$, and 100$ if you're here as well, 200$ if you touch me during." "mmm" Jerry considered it, "no, I wouldn't need your body right now, child; so, 100$ it is. I'd like to be a part of this precious, special moment." "What is the occasion?" Emma asked as she slowly walked over to the young woman; she locked eyes with her, and it was a strange sensation; even though she didn't know this woman, they never met before, she could feel something like love radiating from her eyes; "Mary confided in me she's been having impure thoughts about other women; I'd thought it would be a good idea for her to experience what that's like." Emma reached Mary; Mary's skin was pale, her eyes were hazel and large, and she had a conservative haircut; but her brown hair seemed soft, lush, and it caught the light like muted gold. Emma reached out and Mary took her hand, getting up on her feet. Jerry got up from the chair, and Emma gently pushed Mary to sit back in it. She leaned in; she could smell Jerry's cock on Mary's breath, the faint smell of pre-cum and saliva, and Mary's pussy juices, her natural body odor. The smell was intoxicating. She loved riding cock but eating out a beautiful woman was a special treat. For a second, she felt a twinge she never in her life felt before; was she about to... cheat... on Rebecca?! Is that even possible? Emma leaned to kiss Mary; the young woman was trembling with excitement; their lips met; Mary's lips were soft, two fleshy pillows; Emma pressed her lips against Mary's lips; se brought one hand up and caressed Mary's hair, then the back of her head; Emma let her lips part a little, her tongue picking out; her tongue touched Mary's lips, and she could feel Mary shuddering. Emma broke off the kiss; Mary breathed in, like she was coming out for air. Emma smiled. She put her hands on Mary's shoulders, and kissed Mary again; this time, Mary's lips were parted a little bit; Emma tasted Mary's breath; her tongue licked one lip, and then another, her hands rubbed down on Mary's arms; then she cupped Mary's breasts; she could feel the light weight of each small boob in her hands; she rubbed Mary's nipples with the thumb of each hand; they were hard, and warm, and when she rubbed them, she could feel Mary react. Their kissing intensified, now their lips completely locked, eyes closed tight, their tongues rubbing against each other; Emma slightly squeezed Mary's breasts and then one hand went down to her stomach; Mary moaned, spreading her legs; she knew what was coming. Emma broke off the kiss "Tell me" she whispered to Mary Mary opened her eyes; she looked at Emma, their face so close; she looked confused "Tell me, what you want me to do to you" Mary said nothing; Emma rested one hand on Mary's stomach, right above her mound "Do you want me to touch you between your legs?" Mary whispered "yes" Emma proceeded, cupping Mary's pussy; she could feel Mary's excitement; she could feel the soft hairs against her palm, her fingers pointing down; the middle finger was resting between the folds of the inner labia; she didn't apply any pressure yet, she just rested her finger there, and she could feel the moisture "I'm going to put a finger in you" Emma said softly; rubbing one of Mary's hard nipples with one hand, she licked Mary's lips while slowly penetrating her pussy; Mary's pussy was so slick with juices, her finger just slid right in; Emma went slowly, tenderly feeling her way into the opening, and then slowly hooking her middle finger, rubbing Mary's pussy inside; she could feel the ridged area, and rubbed it; Mary moaned; slowly, Emma penetrated with her finger, and then extracted it a bit, before going back in. Emma went down to her knees. She rearranged herself, making herself comfortable. Now on her knees, she gently pushed Mary's legs apart, exposing her gushing pussy "I'm going to lick you now, Mary; with my tongue; OK" Mary nodded mutely In the corner of her eye, Emma could see the pastor, his hard cock in one hand, rubbing slowly, with the faint sound of flesh over slick flesh She leaned in, and gave a long, slow, generous lick from Mary's taint to her clit; Mary gasped "Oh my God!" and Emma smiled to herself, smirking at their surrounding; it was an obscene sort of worship, Emma licking Mary's body like an altar, devoted to carnal pleasure. She licked again, and again, slow at first, then paused, her tongue pressing at Mary's small protruding clit, she wrapped her tongue around it, gently rubbing it; Mary moaned again, the sounds gaining an urgent loudness, and to Emma it sounded like she was leaving discovery behind her, pleasure building in her with wild abandon She inserted another finger in Mary, slowly, careful; Mary's moans grew louder and louder, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" Emma's tongue was around Mary's clit, manipulating it, while two fingers were fucking her; Mary was completely blind and deaf to the world; she bucked wildly, her legs spread wide, her whole body shaking; Mary held herself, both hands grabbing the side of the chair like she was about to fall; she started grinding her pelvis at Emma's face; her pussy was gushing so much pussyjuice, Emma's face felt wet and shiny. When it came, it came suddenly, Mary arched her back, she held that pose for several seconds, before screaming "Ah! Ah! Ah!" with each scream thrusting at Emma, fucking herself on fingers and tongue, strong, powerful spasms, again and again, until finally, she slumped at the chair; her eyes closed, breathing ragged; Emma wasn't sure she was all there Emma looked over her shoulder, Reverend Jerry's cock was slowly deflating, and there was a small puddle of cum on the floor. He smiled unabashed at her; "You did great, my child. Now, our dear friend Mary can put her unnatural desires to rest." Emma looked back at the young woman, who seemed so relaxed and satisfied she half expected her to fall asleep; Emma doubted this was the last time Mary was going to have sex with another girl or woman; but she saw no dividend in arguing with the pastor. She got up, wiping her sticky mouth on her arm. Reverend Jerry walked over to her, one crumpled 100$ bill in each hand. He handed one over to her; "here you go; for serviced rendered." Emma took the bill he offered and saw the thought forming in his eyes; the hand with the other bill was extended "I changed my mind; watching you give this young woman such pleasure gave rise to an urgent desire in me; I must have you as well, now." Emma hesitated. On the one hand, it was another 100$; she wanted the money, and truth be told, she was a horny from licking Mary's pussy. But she didn't like that verb, "must". Even deeper, in a place she didn't admit to herself, she had to see; had to know if her feelings, about Mr. Crick, about life in Brentwood, were based in fact. "No" she said, "I don't have time, right now. I have to go." And slowly, she put the money in her pocket, and half turned towards the door. She didn't run, she walked, slowly, every muscle in her body tense, ready to jump, to flee, to fight, ready for anything; but Reverend Jerry didn't do anything, his hands just dropped. "Some other time then" he said, in way of goodbye. Emma walked outside. Her heart was pumping hard. When she entered the police car, she was so horny she could barely speak. "OK", Officer Parker said, "Let's go have some pancakes." Emma smiled, triumphantly, as they drove off. **** It was Saturday night, date night. John decided to treat himself. He went on a double date with Nora, Mr. Maison, and Mr. Maison's new lover, Karen. John told them he was treating them to one of the best restaurants in Brentwood. He ordered two fine bottles of wine for the table, and soon the conversation was flowing. Nora was charming and flirtatious, and Karen warmed up to her almost immediately. Mr. Maison was relatively quiet most of the evening, but by the time John was getting the check, Mr. Maison's cheeks were blushed, and his eyes twinkled. He was having fun. Mr. Maison was somewhat surprised when the taxi stopped in front of Mr. Crick's home. "Come on!" John said to them, "let's continue the party at my place" and Karen immediately got out of the taxi after John and Nora. Mr. Maison could see he had no choice, so he followed them in as well. When Mr. Maison entered John's home, Karen and Nora were both sitting on the sofa, shoes on the floor, their legs folded under them. They were talking in low voice, faces close to each other, cheeks flushed from the wine, and the excitement of the evening. John re-entered the room from the kitchen, carrying an open bottle of wine, and four wine glasses. "Here" he told Mr. Maison, "Go sit next to your woman", his voice, his eyes, they had an edge; and Mr. Maison knew he had to obey. John walked over and sat next to Nora. Nora was leaning towards Karen, and John, seemingly oblivious to the presence of other people there, or even to Nora's conversation, hugged Nora from behind, and kissed her on the neck. Nora giggled; when Mr. Maison sat next to Karen, her back was to him, as she was deep in conversation with Nora; she reached back, took his hand, and pulled him close; she wrapped his hand around her, and left it to rest on her stomach. A few minutes passed. John filled the glasses with wine, and Karen and Nora both sipped theirs. Their conversation slowed down, there were longer and longer pauses between them, until, finally, they stopped talking. All Mr. Maison could hear were their breathing, all four of them, breathing together, on the couch. Then John's hands were lowering the straps on Nora's dress; he pulled them over her shoulders, and she let him, and then pulled her arms out of the dress; John pulled the dress down, exposing Nora's bra, something tight and black and strapless and shiny; Mr. Maison could feel the pressure in his pants, and he adjusted his hardening cock. Nora leaned in. Her lips caressed Karen's lips. John opened Nora's bra and let it fall to the floor. Mr. Maison stared at Nora's exposed breasts. He fucked Nora before, and yet, seeing them in this context, with Karen pressed against him, he couldn't imagine anything more erotic. He could feel the heat rising in the room; John and Nora and Karen were working together so effortlessly he felt like they rehearsed this; they flowed from the dinner and the conversation and the wine to having sex on the couch like it was a natural progression; Karen slowly, bit by bit, raised the hemline of her dress over her knees, and then up to her waist; she was wearing small red panties; she slowly, deliberately, took Mr. Maison's hand, and led it, slowly, to her panties. Mr. Maison slowly rubbed over her pussy, before gently pushing his fingers under the waistband; he could feel her light hairs, thoroughly wet, and pushed a finger between her pussy lips; Karen moaned, she was deeply kissing Nora now, her tongue ilicking the inside of Nora's mouth. John worked the zipper on Nora's skirt, and she moved her weight from side to side on the couch letting him bring it, and her panties, down. Now Nora held Karen's head in her hands and they were making out; Mr. Maison probed Karen's pussy with one finger; she was so wet, he slipped right in; he never felt her so wet; John got up from the couch, and Nora laid back, pulling Karen with her. Karen broke off the kiss just for a moment, to say "take off my panties, Dave" in a thick voice. Mr. Maison complied, pulling off her panties while she was on her knees on the sofa, her hands on either side of Nora, making out with her. John took off his clothes. He was rockhard. He wanted to fuck them; he wanted to fuck Nora, and Mr. Maison, and even Karen. But he waited. He didn't want to fuck Mr. Maison in front of Karen and ruin his plan. Karen licked Nora's lips, kneading Nora's breast with one hand, Nora was moaning and groaning, "now put your dick in me, Dave, from behind" Mr. Maison pulled away from Karen, and let his pants and underwear drop to the floor. Karen's juices were flowing so much he could see moisture all over her soft peach fuzz. He scooped up her juices with his fingers, and then rubbed his hard dick. Then he went back to the couch, carefully positioned himself behind her. Karen was licking Nora's neck, Nora closed her eyes, holding Karen close with both hands, "yea, baby, lick me there" she moaned to Karen; Karen sucked on Nora's neck and then, "come on, Dave, fuck me, fuck me already" Mr. Maison held her waist with one hand and with the other touched her pussy with his cock. Karen's pussy was so wet he slid right in, almost unintentionally. He pushed in a few inches, Karen moaned, "yes!", and then he held her waist with both hands, and went all the way in, "Yes! Oh, god, Dave, yes! Fuck me!" Karen's pussy was so wet it was almost like a blowjob, it was lick his cock was being licked from all sides, He started fucking her, slowly, he couldn't believe how soft and wet and hot it was, in and out, Karen started moaning with each thrust, something came over him, he was looking into Nora's eyes, Nora opened her eyes, she was naked and sweaty, and Karen wasn't licking her neck but resting her head on Nora's chest while he pounded her, Mr. Maison locked eyes with Nora and it was like he fucking her as well, he wanted to fuck Karen so hard, Nora would feel it, he started pounding faster and faster, his balls were churning, Karen was grunting, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" with each thrust, he couldn't see it, but Karen was furiously rubbing her clit with her right hand, then Nora took Karen's face in her hands and kissed her again, it was a deep kiss, like Nora was sucking Karen's tongue and Karen moaned, "Oh, my god, I'm I'm cu-u-u-u-uming!!" and she convulsed, her pussy tightening over Mr. Maison's cock, and that's all he needed to push him over the edge, as he pounded her gushing pussy, and filled her with his cum. **** It was a while later. It was also late. Karen and Nora were on the couch, sixtynining. Now Karen was on her back, while Nora was devouring her pussy, sucking Mr. Maison's cum from it, and rubbing her pussy on Karen's face. "I didn't know Karen was bisexual" Mr. Maison said, mostly to himself. He was standing in the kitchen, completely naked, looking into the living room, where Karen and Nora were having sex. "People are a lot more preverse than you think, Dave" John said. Dave felt John's body behind him; he felt John's hands on his waist, and then John was kissing his neck from behind, and then John's cock, covered in lube, entered him. John fucked Dave leisurely, he had time. Nora and Karen would entertain each other for a while. Dave looked at his lover, the woman he was having an affair with, the woman he was falling in love with, as she was sucking another woman's clit, and felt full with his other lover's cock inside him, and asked himself "What am I doing?" POLYAMORY IS WRONG! It is either Multiamory or Polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin Roots? WRONG!