Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2020 10:27:21 +0300 From: MultyAmory Subject: Teen Whore chapter 9 It was Thursday. It was usually a busy day for John, but he had some arrangements to make, so he shuffled his classes around. He didn't like doing it too much, because he didn't like giving Snooke the opportunity to meddle. It was a short time before noon, when Mindy softly knocked on his door; "Enter!" he hollered at her. He wished she was more assertive; then Alvin would like her more. "Come sit next to me," John said, sitting on his office couch. Mindy dropped her bag and gingerly sat next to him. He was barefoot, with cream-colored slacks and a simple shirt. She has done something with her hair, it was higher and made her look taller; she wore a tight sweater, and her breasts looked like two perfect globes. Mindy also wore a short frilly skirt, exposing most of her legs. John found himself staring at her legs, admiring them up and down, their soft white skin, the sculpted calves, as he talked with Mindy; she giggled as she noticed her effect on him; while he was talking, devouring her legs with his eyes, a tent grew at the front of his pants. "Alvin will pick you up on your date Saturday night; he's really excited about it." "Oh, Mr. Crick! That's just great! "I'm glad you're pleased. It's important to me that students who some to me with their problems, leave pleased with the results." John licked his lips; he was remembering Mindy's wet mouth on his cock, and he was imagining how tight and hot her young pussy would be, and his cock was like a steel rod in his pants, "Now, Alvin is the perfect gentleman; he'll show you a good time, but if you want something more, you'll sorta have to ask for it." "Something more?" John slowly put his right hand on Mindy's exposed thigh, almost barely touching, and then slowly caressed her up to her hip, "Yea... if you want Alvin to... kiss you" he leaned in, and Mindy, partly surprised, but also partly not surprised, stayed put. His lips met hers; her lips tasted of something sweet; he licked her lips, murmuring, "If you want Alvin to... touch you" his hand wend under her skirt, and found her panties; he could feel moisture gathering as her pussy juices started flowing "you'll have to tell him." With his fingers he gently moved her panties aside, a single finger finding its way inside what was indeed a tight, hot, young pussy Mindy gasped, she closed her eyes, Mr. Crick's finger penetrating her sending an electrical shock all through her body, "But, but, Mr. Crick I can't... I can't just say..." John broke off the kiss, "oh, don't worry; you don't have to be... vulgar" John slowly pushed Mindy back to the couch, and then grabbed her panties with both hands, pulling them off her with one swift motion, "After the date, Alvin will ask you if you want to go home" John stood up, opened the button and zipper on his slacks, pulling them down. He didn't wear any underwear, and his hard cock bounced out of its cloth containment, pearls of pre-cum on its tip. "If you want a fucking" he crawled over to her; Mindy shook like a leaf, and John smiled. Part of it was the sex, but a large part of it was the predatory power he felt as he metaphorically devoured their young flesh. Penetrating her would be akin to conquering her "don't ask to go home" John parted Mindy's legs. He could smell her juices; he leaned in, and gave her pussy one lick, covering slit from taint to clit. Mindy gasped. He crawled up her, putting one hand near her head, with the other he slowly and deliberately held his hard dick and rubbed against her wet pussy. Mindy groaned, and John smiled; he put the head of his cock against her pussy's opening, "ask to drive around" he told her, and then slowly started pushing in, just applying pressure, Mindy moaned, "oh, god, oh, I... I... oh, jeez" the bulbous head passed the pussy lips, John could feel the tightness and hotness of Mindy's pussy engulfing the head, he slowly, deliberately, pulled out just a fraction of an inch, and then pushed pack in, maybe half an inch, it took great control, but he knew how to break these girls, Mindy's legs were now entwined around his waist, she grabbed him around the chest, her eyes closed tight, her breathing fast, "oh, god, oh, god, oh, god!" she moaned as he pushed in another inch, pulled out another inch, and then pushed two more, "oh, god! Yes, Mr. Crick! Yes!" his dick was now almost all wet, her pussy open, John pulled out almost to the head, and then slammed in, and Mindy gave a deep groan, and he knew he hit her sweet spot, John covered her mouth with his, his tongue invading her mouth, he licked the inside of her mouth as he started fucking her, moving in and out, in and out, Mindy groaned inside his mouth, she was grabbing him tight with her hands and legs, moaning incoherently, his tempo increased, her pussy was now a tight wet glove around his cock, he could feel the tension building, and his thought to himself -- oh, yea; she will do fine. Mindy started shaking, her orgasm rocking her body, and as her pussy walls contracted around John's cock, he started cumming inside her as well. **** It was during a class, and that was unusual for Emma. She didn't like to skip classes, because that could draw attention, and attention was seldom a good thing. But it was also important to keep your regulars happy, so when her phone beeped, she asked Mrs. Stewart, who taught French, for a hall pass, and went to the supply closet. Sara, Matt's girlfriend, was waiting near the door, a folded bill in her hand, looking as eager as a lap dog that wants to go for a walk. Emma was very happy with them; Matt was still fucking her about twice a week, but now Sara and she were fucking as well. Emma took out the key and unlocked the door, and Sara almost pushed her inside. Emma barely had time to close the door before Sara pulled her head down to her level and started urgently kissing her lips, her earlobes, her neck, all the while murmuring, "Matt slept over last night, and this morning, he woke up with a hard-on, he started going down on me, but we were late, so he just fucked me, quickly, and came inside me, but. I. didn't. get. to. cum!" Sara was frantically opening her jeans, almost falling down, and Emma giggled, "relax, honey; let me take care of you" she grabbed Sara by the hand, and pulled her down to one of the mattresses. Sara groaned and kissed Emma hard, her lust pushing her, but Emma calmly and gently pushed her back until Sara was lying back, and then pulled her jeans and panties off her. Sara's pussy had narrow pink lips, now swollen and moist with lust, she had scarce soft brown fuzz, barely a bush, and when Emma went down near Sara's pussy, she could see Matt's jizz slowly dripping out from between Sara's pussy lips. She gingerly licked the drops of cum with the tip of her tongue, and Sara shuddered, "oh, god, baby, you're so nasty!" Emma gently opened Sara's pussy lips and licked the generous dollop of cum that started dripping out, she licked and licked, like on an ice cream cone on a hot afternoon, Sara started moaning and rolling from side to side, then Emma was tasting mostly Sara and not Matt, she put two fingers inside Sara, and Sara gasped, then Emma curled her fingers, feeling the little ridged spot inside Sara, rubbing it, Sara gasped again, "oh my god!" Emma sucked Sara's clit into her mouth, and started finger fucking Sara, rubbing her inside, in and out, as she licked and nibbled on Sara's clit; Sara started making incoherent sounds, her ass raising from the mattress to meet Emma's tongue and fingers, she was holding her breasts, rubbing her little pink nipples, then her moans grew louder, "yes, yes, yes!" and Emma had to restrain her with one hand as she furiously fucked her with the other, quickly licking her clit, when she could feel Sara spasming from inside, her thighs clamped on Emma's ears, and Sara rode Emma's face to her first orgasm... **** Emma gave herself time to rest after fucking Sara, catch her breath, before leaving the closet. By that time, it was class again, and she was ditching two classes in a row. Not a good idea, generally. As she was leaving the closet quietly, she was surprised to notice Officer Parker near the student lockers. She walked over to him and as she approached, he almost jumped, "Oh, Emma! Didn't think you'd be out and about, roaming the halls!" Emma smiled at him sweetly; the young man's light blue uniform shirt was tight around his wide, muscular chest; and as she was standing there, she could see in his eyes what he was thinking, and his thoughts sent blood rushing to his cock, hardening in his pants. Emma should have asked what he was doing there, but instead she suggested, "How about we go over to your car?" Two minutes later they were in the back seat of Officer Parker's car, he was sitting back, Emma was kissing him passionately, as they were taking their cloths off, "you taste like cum, and pussy" he said, "well, if you go down on me, you'll taste cum and pussy, too" the young policeman laughed, "not a chance; I want my dick inside of you, now" "Oh good for me, I want your dick inside of me now, too!" He pulled his pants down to his ankles, and Emma was surprised to see Officer Parker wasn't wearing any underwear. Then she lifted her skirt, moved her panties a little bit aside, and mounted him. Going down on Sara made her horny, so she was soaking wet; she could feel Officer Parker's large dick's head with her pussylips, and then she pushed down, and the large cock entered her easily, sliding in, filling her up, stretching her vaginal walls, she concentrated on the feeling of fullness, his cock rubbing against her clit as it was going in, rubbing her from the inside, the she lifted herself up a little bit with her legs, and went back down, slowly, exhaling, "oh, god, this feels good..." then up and down, Officer Parker grunted, he was burning with lust but let Emma set the pace, he held her hips, feeling her soft flesh, his hands moved up and he cupped her small perky breasts, her movements were slow, his dick sliding in and out, she was driving him crazy with lust, heat was building all over his body, but her movements were slow, when she went down, her soft wet flesh caressed his dick, then up again, almost all the way to the tip, the cock almost getting out, but no, her pussylips were holding the tip, like a wet kiss, and then sliding back down, Emma's pussy swallowing his cock like a hungry wet mouth, it felt right, like sheathing a sword in a scabbard, like it fit perfectly inside her, so snug and tight, every time she came down on his dick Officer Parker grunted, her movements started picking up, and then faster, he was now holding her hips, and helped her go up and down, then he started lifting his ass form the seat, driving his dick deeper inside her, "oh, god, yes Officer Parker, fuck me harder" now he was really moving, pushing, grunting, grunting with every push inside her, she was sliding up and down on his dick, so hard, and every time she moved down he pushed up, deep inside her, he almost lifted her off his cock, now there was real friction, Emma's hands were on his shoulders, her eyes shut tight, her mouth hanging open and she's grunting with every move down his cock, he started grunting too half mumbled words "uh, uh, uh, uh, yes, yes, yes, yes, gonna, gonna, gonna cum, oh my god, gunna cum" and then he could feel it, his orgasm, it started in his core and then flushed out like a tsunami, he pushed hard with his ass with every spurt, almost shooting her off his dick, "oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!" and then he was spent, and he fell back on the back seat. "Well, shit. Now I really need someone to clean my pussy." Emma mumbled, as she laid on top of him, catching her breath **** John stood at the end of the hallway, observing the students' lockers. He could see, but not hear, Vice Principle Snooke and Deputy Smith escort that boy, Elliot, to his locker. When they walked over, Elliot's walk was cocky as ever, he knew there was nothing in his locker, and the Vice Principle and this big hulking black policeman would look like such fools... his sneer turned into a look of pure panic as Snooke took out a plastic bag full of something green out of the locker; Elliot shook his head, mouthing, "No, no, no" as Snooke said something stern and angry. Then they took him away to a side office. John waited patiently, waiting a few minutes before Snooke came out of the office, his brow all shiny with sweat. This is was very bad for him, even if it was worse for Elliot; then two minutes after that Deputy Smith walked out of the office; John could see Elliot sitting on a chair, folded almost in two, his head between his hands; Deputy Smith locked eyes with John, and smiled and nodded. John smiled back, and walked over. Deputy Smith stood outside the office, his tall, broad figure looming over Elliot, as John walked in the office and silently closed the door. "How are you, Elliot?" Elliot looked up, startled. He didn't expect to see Mr. Crick. Elliot's eyes were puffy red, and John could see he's been crying. "Mr. Crick! They say, they say, they found drugs in my locker! But I swear, I swear that's shit's not mine --" "I believe you, Elliot. But you know the Sherrif, the school's policy, they are VERY hard on teenage drug use. You'll get expelled for sure. And as for colleges, well..." "Oh, God! What am I gonna tell my parents? What am I gonna do?" Elliot buried his face in his hands, and John put a comforting hand on his shoulder "I can help you, Elliot. You know me. I can talk to Vice Principle Snooke. I can talk to Deputy Smith. We can make all this go away. Just a warning, nothing permanent, nothing on file, no charges, you won't have to worry about college, and your parents don't have to know anything. You'll be able to graduate with honors, just like you planned." Elliot looked up at Mr. Crick, is face shiney with tears, "Really? But, how? I mean, can you do that for me, Mr. Crick? Would you? Do that, for me?" Mr. Crick smile broadened, "Yes, Elliot. I'll take care of it for you. Just sit tight right here." John left the room, and waited five minutes. He didn't bother going over to talk with Vice Principle Snooke. He knew what Snooke cared about, and it wasn't drug use; it was how the school looked, and well their sports teams were doing. Both would suffer if Elliot had to be expelled because he had half a pound of weed in his locker. He walked back in the office. "Come with us, Elliot." John walked Elliot out of the school, Deputy Smith walking close behind them. Curious students watched the two men walk Elliot over to Deputy Smith's police car; John held the door for Elliot, who sat in the backseat, and then they drove off. A few minutes passed, and the strangeness of the situation penetrated Elliot's panic haze. "Where are we?" he asked, looking around; Deputy Smith parked the police car between a few trees, "Murray Lane" he said John smiled at Elliot and then opened the door for him. Elliot stepped out of the car, looking around; they were off the road, trees blocking the view. No one else was around, just the three of them. "Me and Deputy Smith, we talked, and we agreed, there's no need to bring anyone else into this; no need to ruin your life, Elliot. Really no need. But, you see, we'll be taking a huge risk, the two of us, so we talked, and we decided, we deserve some compensation." "What, like money? My parents, they can afford it, I mean, I don't know what I'll tell them --" "No, no, Elliot; not money." Deputy Smith suddenly said, "We don't need money" he was standing right behind Elliot, and Elliot almost jumped two feet in the air. John moved up to Elliot, not too close, but suddenly, he was between these two men, with no one else around "We want you, Elliot, to show your appreciation. Show us how much you appreciate what we're doing here for you. You know? Give something back." John put his hand on Elliot's cheek, and Elliot went a little pale "You know what we mean, Elliot?" "What, what... what do you want me to do?" John took a step back, unbuckled his belt, and started opening his pants "Drop your pants and your drawers" Deputy Smith ordered Elliot, and for a second Elliot was frozen, Mr. Crick pushed his pants and underwear down, and his semi-hard cock flopped out; he smiled at Elliot, lazily rubbing his hardening dick "Drop. Your pants. And your drawers. Or we're going back to the car, and drive downtown, and I charge you with possession with intent to distribute." This broke Elliot out of his paralysis, and he fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, dropping both down. "Now bend." Deputy Smith pushed on Elliot's back, and he bent forward. John held Elliot's head, not hard, gently, but firmly in place; he brought Elliot's mouth closer to his cock, "stick your tongue out, Elliot, like you're licking a lollipop" Elliot stuck his tongue out, he closed his eyes, he tried to not panic, John slowly rubbed his dick on Elliot's tongue, Elliot could taste sweat, and Mr. Crick's cum, it was salty and tangy, then John rubbed the tip of his hard cock on Elliot's lips, "lick `em, Elliot, lick your lips, and then lick the tip, that's right, now lick around the tip, now just put your lips on the tip" Meanwhile Deputy Smith kneeled behind Elliot, grabbed Elliot's ass, and spread his ass cheeks. Elliot stopped licking Mr. Crick's cock in a panic "what are you doing??" "Don't worry about what I'm doing, kid; worry about relaxing your ass, and sucking that dick" and John put his dick back in Elliot's mouth. Deputy Smith licked Elliot's asshole with his large tongue, Elliot shuddered, the big black man held Elliot's ass firmly, cheeks spread, holding him in position, he gave another long hard lick, and Elliot moaned, Mr. Crick's cock was not in his mouth, almost all in, it was completely wet, and Mr. Crick was slowly taking it in and out of Elliot's mouth, he was fucking his face, but gently. Deputy Smith put his mouth inside Elliot's asshole, licked around the right rough hole, then he stood up, pulled down his pants, took a small lube packet from his breast pocket, and smeared generously all over his large, black cock. He put the dick's head against the boy's ass hole; Elliot started resisting, but John held his head, and Deputy Smith had on hand on Elliot's back, the other on his hip "Relax, boy; just let it happen; you can't stop it, and you don't want to know what would happen to you if you refuse us right now, you're too far gone" And Elliot knew it was true. He relaxed and Deputy Smith pushed in a bit, the head meeting resistance, but then Elliot relaxed and he just slid all in, "Oh, John, this white boy's ass is so tight! Damn! I'm loving it!" Deputy Smith fucked Elliot in and out, and watching the big black man, still partly in uniform, fuck this rude boy, was enough to send John over, and he grunted and started cumming and cumming in Elliot's mouth, still fucking him, filling his mouth with cum. POLYAMORY IS WRONG! It is either Multiamory or Polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin Roots? WRONG!