Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2022 13:57:25 +0300 From: MultyAmory Subject: Teen Whore part 14 Monday morning, John was sitting at his computer. His pants were open, his hard cock out, leaking pre-cum, and he was gently rubbing it with one hand in a lazy up and down movement while scrolling through pictures on his computer with the other hand. The pictures were showing the high school locker room, and Coach, and Alvin, both naked; they were both sweating with exertion, and it gave them a wet, sexy sheen. Alvin leaned forward, his hands against two lockers, the picture capturing his face in the midst of a moan; eyes tightly shit, his mouth a round hole, his dark hair stuck to his sweaty face; John admired Coach's powerful frame with his eyes, every muscle on Coach's body was defined like on a sculpture; he could barely see Coach's giant penis, as it was buried inside Alvin's ass. John set up the camera in advance, in one of the lockers, and then asked Coach to fuck Alvin there on Sunday. Because the school was closed, the whole place was empty, and John knew Alvin would think it was the logical place to fuck. He didn't need any more material on Alvin or Coach; they both did whatever he asked anyway, but he liked having the pictures; it was like he was there. He scrolled through the pictures, watching the different angles of Alvin's neck, as he arched his back, as he leaned forward, John could imagine how Coach's powerful thrusts coaxed a loud moan from Alvin each time, he could hear it, in his mind's ear, the slap of powerful flesh against flesh; he fucked Alvin's slippery bowls, he knew how it felt; and Coach fucked John many times; so John could imagine how they both felt, and it exhilarated him. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" "It's me; Mindy." "Come in." John didn't bother to zip himself up. "Shut the door and lock it," he told the cheerleader as she entered the room, and she did. Mindy again was wearing her short skirt and tight sweater; the small round globes of her young breasts were hugged by the tight fabric, and John could feel a real ache in his dick; he wanted to cum; but he waited. "How can I help you?" Mindy set on the couch; her face was inscrutable. John couldn't read if she was upset or pleased. "Alvin and I went on our date Saturday night." "Oh? And how was it?" "Well... I'm not sure." John was intrigued. He told Alvin to show Mindy a good time, and he knew, from firsthand experience, that Alvin was very eager to please as a sexual partner; but it seemed Mindy wasn't pleased. "What happened?" He asked her "Well, we went to dinner and had a very nice time, and then he asked me what I wanted to do, and I asked that we drive around, so, we went to a secluded spot in Mill Creek; he parked and put on some music, and then we started making out, and you know, he was rubbing my breasts -- " "Show me" John cut her flow of words and got up from the chair; when he turned past his desk Mindy saw his exposed hard cock, leaking pre-cum on the carpet, and her face turned surprised. She stared at his sex organ, mesmerized, but said nothing. John slowly walked over to her, enjoying her gaze, and sat next to her; Mindy looked down at his dick; she reached out one hand, gently touching his shaft with her fingers; John's breath caught in his throat; with just her fingertips, Mindy slowly caressed his cock up to the tip, where she gently smeared the pre-cum on his cockhead; she looked up at him "He kissed me" she whispered in a throaty voice; John leaned in; his mouth covered her mouth; her lips tasted of sweet strawberry lip gloss. He licked her lips, she moaned, her hand smeared the pre-cum down his shaft, lubing his cock, he sighed "He put his hand under my shirt, under my bra, on my left breast" John did as she described, he put his hand against her flat stomach, he could feel Mindy trembling, her muscles playing under his sure hand, he slowly went up, under the sweater, he could feel the tight fabric of her bra with his fingertips, and then he searched under it, lifting it, he cupped her breast; her small nipple was hard against the palm of his hand; he could cover the entire thing with his large paw Mindy gasped, and her hand closed around the shaft; she rubbed down; John's cock was on fire, he moaned into their deep kiss, his tongue invading her mouth; for a minute, all he could hear was the slow slick fleshy sound of her hand on his dick, up and down, and her soft moans as he kissed her, then she continued "But I could feel him pulling away; something was bothering him." John leaned back. He could guess what was coming next, but said nothing; he looked into Mindy's eyes; her eyes were locked on his; she knew he already knew what she was about to say, and perhaps she felt some resentment he didn't tell her beforehand. "I asked him, what was going on, his hard cock still in my hand, just like yours" she was still jacking him off, her hand moving slowly up and down, not hard or fast, not enough to make him cum, just enough to keep him hard; every few strokes she let her fingers spread around the cockhead, gathering precum to lube her ministrations; "and he told me; he told me he had a boyfriend, Roger; that he could feel I liked him, and that he didn't want to lead me on; he would be happy to... fuck me; but he can't make love to me." Mindy sighed. John could see, she was disappointed. But she wasn't hurt. Not that much. "For a second, it made me sad; but then I thought, well, what's better than fucking the star of the school's wrestling team? Fucking him AND the quarterback!" John smiled "Stop" Surprised, Mindy stopped; her soft hand was still holding his dick; John could feel his cock pulsating, cum was churning in his balls; he wanted to cum, but he didn't want to soil his couch. "I'd rather cum in you than on your hand." For a brief second, Mindy made a worried face; "but... I have class later - " but then she cut herself off, and a wide smile spread on her face when she realized this might work in her favor "Could you help me? Get BOTH Alvin and Roger to fuck me?" In calmer times, John might have hesitated; he didn't know that Alvin and Roger were into threesomes and he wasn't even sure Roger knew Alvin fucked other people. Usually, he would have checked it out first, but his dick was so hard it almost hurt, and he HAD to cum; he NEEDED to cum; and this sweet young sexy girl was sitting next to him, slowly keeping him hard with her slick hand, promising him the soft wet comfort of her sex "Yes; sure; whatever" Mindy smiled triumphantly and quickly got to her feet. She turned to the desk and leaned down, and John quickly stood behind her; he lifted her skirt and didn't even bother pulling down her panties, he just moved them aside a bit and slid inside; Mindy's story and making out on the couch made her horny, and she was very wet. His cock slid right in; he didn't care, he just slammed in and started fucking her, hard, quick thrusts in her, immediately he could feel his balls churning, "oh, god, I'm cumming" he just slammed into her, again and again, her pussy the crescendo the slow burn of his masturbation and her manual manipulation brought him to. After a few seconds he could feel it, the dam breaking, the first jet of cum, "oh, fuck, here it is" and harder and harder into it as he shot his jizz in her again and again. **** Emma was daydreaming in class. She was remembering yesterday, she visited Rebecca and told her about the young woman Reverand Jerry asked her to pleasure. While Emma told the story, she also asked Rebecca if she was jealous; they were both naked, lying in Rebecca's bed; Emma's story got them both horny, and they wanted to touch and kiss and caress; "Are you jealous of me and Nick?" Rebecca asked, and Emma shook her head; of course not; "Then why should I be jealous of you and this woman?" Emma couldn't answer Rebecca. But she felt it was different. This woman was different, something about her. Emma felt they were making love. And she only wanted to make love to Rebecca. The phone chime woke her from her reveries. It was a message from Officer Parker, asking her to meet him during her lunch period. His tone was playful and flirtatious, and Emma responded with winking and kissing emojis. Something inside her felt different; she wasn't sure what it was, but she never felt like this before; she didn't have the words for it. Mr. Crick, Rebecca, Officer Parker... she had people; she never had people before. **** John made sure he was walking by Alvin's history class just as the lunch bell rang; "Alvin?" he called out to him, "please see me in my office." John didn't like calling out students in public like that; Alvin and he spent considerable time together, around time, at all hours, and it wasn't a good idea to draw too much attention to that. But John couldn't get the memory of Mindy's soft wet pussy out of his head. He wanted to have her again, and he couldn't; not until he got her the double dicking she asked for. Later, in his office, Alvin walked in without knocking. Habitually, Alvin locked the door and started unbuttoning his jeans; John was sitting on the office sofa, waiting for him. Alvin stood in front of John, his pants open; John brought his hands to Alvin's Calvin Klein's and caressed the soft flesh he could feel through the fabric. Alvin's dick hardened responding to John's soft touch "How was your date with Mindy? Did she ask you to fuck her?" John licked Alvin's underwear, over the shaft; Alvin's dick was now completely hard, John could see the very top of the dick cresting over the rubberband Alvin made a confused face, "Sort of; I mean, we want to the park but once she heard I had a boyfriend, it was like... she didn't want to go through with it anymore." John slowly eased Alvin's underwear down, exposing the teenager's hard cock; he gave the top a light lick, tasting sweat and precum; "well, seems she had a change of heart. She wants both of you now; you AND your boyfriend. You and Roger, fucking her at the same time." John gave his right palm two long wide licks, really getting his hand wet, and then grabbed Alvin's dick. Alvin gave a deep groan, but he still looked troubled, "I don't know, Mr. Crick, I don't know if I'm in the mood for any new lovers right now." John slowly rubbed Alvin's dick, up and down, his fingers wrapped around the shaft, now completely slick with spit and precum, "Why not?" "It's my mom and dad; things at home, they're not good. There's all this tension all the time." Alvin's breath got quicker, and his cheeks were flushed; even though he was talking about something that troubled him, the handjob got his heart rate up, his blood pumping. "I think, I think my dad is cheating on my mom." Alvin's voice was small. John gave Alvin's shaft a long lick, from stem to slit. "I see" he half-whispered, "I know what you mean. It would be very upsetting. Let me help you." He took all of Alvin's dick into his mouth, going all the way, he could feel Alvin's dick in the back of his mouth; he carefully closed his lips around the cock, sucking, licking the shaft with his tongue, then slowly leaning back, Alvin sighed, his cock passing back through Mr. Crick's lips like a wet fleshy soft ring of pleasure "Let me make it better," John said, before putting Alvin's dick back in his mouth **** Over lunch Officer Parker surprised Emma and took her to Jefferson's. Emma was going to be late for her next class, but she didn't care. She was starting on her sixth wing when Officer Parker swallowed the last of his cheeseburger with a big gulp of soda and said, "Seems you really made an impression on Reverand Jerry. He called me up, asked if I could help him, arrange another meeting; give him another chance to... for the both of you to enjoy yourselves." Emma looked up at Officer Parker from her wings; his aviators were on the table, and his eyes were warm and alert; she licked her lips. Mentioning Reverand Jerry made her think of Saturday, Mary's sweet pussy, and Officer Parker pounding her after they had pancakes; she could feel her pussy getting wet, and squirmed a bit in her seat, her thighs rubbing together - "I don't think I'll enjoy myself letting Reverand Jerry fuck me. How much is the offering?" Officer Parker shrugged, "I think it's lady's choice. He can afford high prices; that church of his gets a lot of donations." Emma mused in silence, devouring another chicken while she was thinking. "Could you be there?" "I'll wait outside for you again if you'd like, but Reverand Jerry won't want me in the room. The only men who even saw him fuck are John and the Sherrif." Emma thought about it for a few more seconds before making up her mind, "OK; he can pay me $500, and I'll let him degrade me as much as he'd like. But he can't leave any bruises." Officer Parker nodded. "Great. I'll pick you up after school tomorrow; the church would be closed Tuesday afternoon for choir practice. You'll do it then." And then Officer Parker paid for their lunch and they got in the car. As Officer Parker drove back to school, Emma unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and gently coaxed it into hardness, before putting it in her mouth. **** It was Wednesday evening. John knew that over at the Hilton Garden Inn, Mr. Maison was fucking Karen, and Alvin had late practice. John knocked on the door, and Mrs. Maison opened it. Helen Maison was a short forty-something old woman; she had light brown hair, trimmed short and high, and pale green eyes behind thick glasses. John could clearly see the contours of her body through a billowy brown buttoned-down blouse over a dark brown skirt that went all the way to her ankles. John quickly licked his lips, "Mrs. Mai- " Helen quickly cut him off, "Call me Helen, please; no need to stand on ceremony. After all, you're fucking my husband." A minute later John was sitting quietly on the living room sofa, staring at two large photographs; one showing him, kneeling between Mr. Maison's two bare legs while Mr. Maison was lying back on the hotel bed, and John was sucking Mr. Maison's cock. The other photo showed Mr. Maison, naked, on the same bed, on hands and knees, and John, also completely naked, kneeling on the bed behind him, holding Mr. Maison's waist, his cock buried deep in Mr. Maison's ass. John could tell the photos were taken with a long lens through the open blinds on two separate occasions. He remembered those occasions. He had no idea he was being photographed. Parts of him were stunned, but at the same time, other parts were extremely aroused. John loves to watch others having sex, and he also loved watching himself having sex. He was finding out he liked the idea of Helen watching him having sex. Next to the two candid pictures was a tall glass of lemonade; Helen poured them both a glass, and John detected a whiff of something alcoholic and strong coming from the drink. "How long have you known?" He asked her. "I don't know when your affair started, but I think I've caught wind of it when you started going to the Hilton Garden Inn. A friend saw you two at the restaurant having lunch; I asked him if he went out of the office that day, and he lied to me. I knew immediately. I've known for some time that he was bored sexually. Frustrated, with me, with himself. I didn't know he was fucking men, but I knew he wanted something else. And if I'm being honest with myself, I'm not surprised. There was always something queer about Dave." Helen didn't sound angry, or sad; John was having trouble figuring out what she wanted. She wasn't accusing him or berating him; she was just sharing how she felt with him, what she knew. Helen took a long sip of her tall lemonade glass. John didn't touch his. "What bothers me the most are the lies. The sneaking around. It poisons the air. I know why he finds it difficult to come and talk to me about it; but we've been married for 20 years. We could have had the tough conversation." John looked at her puzzled, "You don't mind that your husband is fucking other people?" Helen sighed; "I'm not sure how I feel about it. I don't know what it means to him; what it means for us. But he and I have to talk about it. No more secrets. No more lies." She finished her drink, and after putting the glass on the table, started unbuttoning her blouse. Her pale skin was slowly exposed, and John noted a white cotton bra hugging her two modest breasts, "I want you to help me, John; I think you owe me that. You fucked my husband; tried to hide it; I think you know you owe me that." John shrugged; he didn't feel like he owned this woman anything, and if the affair was exposed, both she and her husband would suffer much more than he would - but he wanted to see where this was going. Helen tossed her blouse to the chair, and reaching back, unhooked her bra, "Take your clothes off, John; you're going to fuck me, and then, later, you're going to help me get my husband in bed with both of us at the same time." She got up off the sofa, letting her bra fall to the floor; her breasts were small and pale, and her nipples and areolas were as pink as bubblegum. She pulled down her skirt, exposing thin white panties. John was getting hard. He got up, opening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. While he was undressing, Helen took off her panties and started turning away "Where are you going?" John asked, unbuckling his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor "I thought we were going to have sex." Helen said, and for the first time seemed a bit confused, "I was heading to the bedroom." John chuckled, "No. I want to have sex with you here; where your husband first sucked my cock. Sit down." He was naked and hard. Helen sat down on the sofa. She looked up at him, at the bulging head of his cock, and he could see the hesitation in her eyes. John realized she was probably planning this for weeks. She was probably fantasizing about what he'll say, what she'll do. She had all the power in fantasies. But now it was real; there was a naked man in her living room and for the first time in twenty years a different cock was going to penetrate her. John thought fast; he didn't want to lose this. He didn't care about the blackmail, he doubted Helen would go through with it; he liked Alvin, and clearing the air between his parents would help him. But he also really wanted to fuck this woman, continue the journey he started with Mr. Maison, see where it led them, all of them. "Close your eyes," he told her, in a soft, commanding voice. Helen did. "Breath, Helen; it's OK; we're going to go slow, and we can stop whenever you want, and then start again. It's all OK. Breath deep." Helen relaxed. Some of the tension left her face. "Spread your legs," John said, and she did. Helen had a big ass and wide hips, which the skirt hid earlier. Her thighs were a bit flabby and pale white. John slowly and softly touched her shin; Helen draw a sharp breath; John let his hand rest there for a moment, and then slowly caressed up and into the inner thigh; Helen moaned, her legs spread more. She had thin, light brown curls on her mons pubis; they barely covered her pussy lips. John could smell she was becoming excited. He let his left hand do a similar trail, hugging Helen's left calf, then caressing up, behind her knee, and then back, now both his hands were on her inner thighs, and he pressed a bit, spreading her legs more; he leaned in and kissed Helen's thigh, where the leg met the hip. "Oh, god" Helen moaned; John chuckled and then kissed the other thigh; then he licked it, and his tongue traced a wet trail up the thigh towards the pussy. Helen shuddered in anticipation. John laid one hand on Helen's lower stomach, the other grazed her pussy lips with his fingertips, "oh, oh" "I'm going to kiss your pussy now, Helen, is that OK? Do you want me to lick your pussy, Helen?" "Yes, please, yes" John leaned in. He licked and sucked Helen's pussy lips and clit; he spread the lips with his right hand and inserted one finger of his left hand into Helen "Oh, god! Oh, god!" she moaned John started finger fucking Helen while he was going down on her; her pussy juice covered his mouth and nose and chin, every time he licked her pussy from taint to clit her whole body shook, he could feel passion building inside her, he now had two fingers inside her, he felt around and found the sensitive parts inside her, pressing and caressing and rubbing in and out, and he licked and sucked her clit, and suddenly she was cumming and cumming, her moans becoming incomprehensible animal sounds. While she was cumming, he just rested between her thighs; then he watched her face. Her eyes were still closed, her chest, and cheeks, were flushed red, and she was breathing deep. John whispered to her, "lay back on the sofa" and pushed her gently to one side; Helen complied, and laid back, opening her legs to him. John moved up her body, and his cock slid easily inside her wet, engorged pussy. She was wet, so wet it was like he was fucking jello, there was no friction "Your husband's ass is tighter than your pussy" Helen's eyes shot open and she stared at him, less than ten inches from her face; she suddenly saw her son's teacher, his face covered in her pussy juices; she realized his cock was inside her. She was back from whatever fantasy place she went to while he went down on her. "Tell me what you love about fucking, Helen" Helen breathed deeply; John was going in and out of her pussy; it was in that second she completely surrendered herself to what she was doing. John could see it in her eyes, how she stopped being confused or distant, and in a second, she was right there with him. This man fucked her husband in the ass, and now he was fucking her, and that was what she wanted "Fuck me hard, John; drill me; pound me to the sofa; I want this piece of furniture to be irrevocably altered by you fucking me." John smiled; he pulled out and then slammed back into her; he liked it; he wanted to fuck her like this "Harder, harder, John, yes, yes, yes, fuck me harder than your pound my husband's ass, oh fuck, yes, yes, ungh, ungh, harder, harder, yes, yes, oh god, I can feel your cock, I can feel it cumming, yes, cum inside me, John, cum inside me, yes, yes!" John fucked her harder and harder, he could see her eyes becoming wilder and wilder, and then as he slammed into her he could feel her tightening around his cock, he could sense his passion building, he felt the orgasm building in his balls, Helen was screaming with his thrust, she wrapped herself around him, pulling him in, he slammed into her again and again and when he finally came it was like a dam broke and he poured himself completely into her. POLYAMORY IS WRONG! It is either Multiamory or Polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin Roots? WRONG!