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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
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>This posting contains:
Chapter V(b): 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - The North Mansion
Part 4 - Pop Go the Cherries (fm, mmf)
Part 5 - Sex Goddess I Call Mom (oral mF)
Part 6 - Winding Up Another School Year (mfm)
>The next posting contains:
Chapter VI(a): 9th Grade, Summer 1986 - Summer Camp Campers
Part 1 - Off To Summer (Sex) Camp We Go (mc, mfmm, mf)
Part 2 - The Girl's Showers (mc, mf, ff)
>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter V: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - The North Mansion
Part 4 - Pop Go the Cherries
(fm, mmf)
"Okay, Joey. Let's go over the game plan. The twins are waiting right inside,
and I would like us to romance them a bit. That all right with you?"
"Sure. I can do some sweet talkin'. I need the practice anyway. I think I'm
getting rusty with Suzi around."
"Hmmph," Suzi said. "Wouldn't hurt you to practice on me a little more often."
"Anyway, I was meaning we do a lot of snuggling, you know, tender stuff. They
are pretty nervous, even though they would never let it show. By the way, Suzi.
Any tips on how to, uhm, you know. Puncture them as painlessly as possible?"
"I would suggest letting her be on top, so they can control it. Oh! What about
pregnancy? If they have never worried about anyone having sex with them, and
you and your dad can't control it, do you know if they are at the right time of
the month to do this?"
"I hadn't thought of that," I said, thinking.
"Well, I brought the rubbers in case we needed them.." Joey suggested.
"Ok. That's cool. I guess we'll use them if they aren't positive they won't
get pregnant. Hey, Suzi? Do you want to share the action with me or with
Joey?"
"I think I'll just watch at first. Once they are enjoying themselves, then
maybe I'll join in. I'll just surprise you."
"Uhm okay. Ready Joey?" I said.
"Primed and ready to romance," Joey responded.
We walked in, and the three of us almost fainted. The twins were all dressed up
in bluish white frilly dresses. They wore matching fancy hats, white stockings,
and bluish white sandals. They were gorgeous.
After we got over our shock and made a big deal about how good they looked, Suzi
asked for their hats very politely, then tossed them onto a long table, before
she took a seat along the wall to watch the show.
"Tim? Which one is Joy?" Joey thought to me.
"The one who is staring at you, silly," I thought back.
Joey stepped up to Joy and offered her his arm. She laced hers through it, and
he led her to the other side of the bed. I followed his example, and wound up
sitting on the opposite edges of the bed, with our backs to the other couple.
"Honey? You two never cease to amaze me. You really do look beautiful," I
said, staring into her bright brown eyes.
I started moving my face closer to hers, saying, "You're so warm, and loving..
Your smile is so... life giving... Your eyes sparkle, like diamonds, and your
nose is.. perfect."
My voice was nearly a whisper, my lips were centimeters away from hers when I
said, "And your lips, so soft. So gentle. So sweet, like Honey."
I gently kissed her, just with my lips, slowly and tenderly. When I broke the
kiss, we smiled at each other, resting our foreheads against each others.
Our attention was drawn over to Joey and Joy, kissing in little bits, eyes
locked onto each others, only closing momentarily during the quick kisses. But
after the first ten or so kisses, their eyes were slow in opening back up.
Several kisses later, they stayed shut, while the lips stayed touching longer.
I brought my eyes back to Honey's face, and a moment later she met her eyes to
mine. She quickly dropped them, suddenly shy, and even blushed a little.
I broke through her shyness by kissing the tip of her nose and meeting her lips
again when she looked up. I was holding her gently, and began to kiss with a
little more vigor. Honey made the next move by pressing her tongue against my
lips. I allowed her access, and soon we were exploring each other's mouths.
We came up for air, and noticed Joey and Joy had laid back on the bed, legs
still hanging off the bed. Their kissing was starting to get serious, but I
didn't feel I needed to rush and keep up with them.
Honey, however, had other ideas. She initiated the next kiss, and moments later
we too laid back on the bed. But instead of staying like that, I paused our
kiss to slip off my shoes, and she followed my example.
We got on the bed fully, laid on our sides, and returned to our kissing,
embracing each other in our arms. My tongue was no match for hers when I tried
to playfully wrestle it. After three attempts, I decided to move my efforts
elsewhere.
My hand went down to her covered bottom, and I gave it a gentle squeeze. Her
momentary wiggle broke our kiss, so we paused briefly to get our breath. Before
she could attempt another kiss, I rolled her onto her back with me on top. I
kissed her passionately, while moving my hands down her lovely dress, feeling
her curves and warmth, swirling my fingers when I reached her tummy.
I moved my mouth off her lips, traveling down to her neck. Her chest was
heaving, and I felt her pulse through her lips while I worked my right hand down
to her crotch. Her body stiffened a moment when I applied pressure to her
covered puss. Her eyes were closed as much as they were open, while she
breathed through her mouth as well as her nose.
I rolled off her, then shed my shirt before I assisted her to loosen her dress.
It became obvious she would have to stand up to remove her dress, so I helped
her up and off. Suzi did the unbuttoning, commenting on the lack of a zipper.
Even though Honey was removing her dress, she was in no way nude when she
finished. Her stockings covered her legs all the way up to her frilly panties,
and her matching bra covered more than most swimsuits.
Joey and Joy had given up their own struggles to remove the top half, so while
Honey and I climbing onto the bed again, Suzi went over to help them.
The world around us faded from our notice while my lips began to pamper her neck
once more. Her hands began swirling motions on my bare back as I worked my way
down to her upper chest. I found the bra served no purpose other than to
frustrate Joey and I. The material could provide no support to their petite
breasts. I began to tease her nipple through the cloth, amused at the way her
nipple would momentarily harden so stiffly after my pressure was removed.
Her hands began working in series as they briskly ran down my back, returning up
my sides. My right hand reached her crotch once again, but this time I only
laid it on top, applying no pressure other than its weight. As I continued to
tease her nipple through the cloth, I made small side trips to her bare skin
above and below. Her hands had settled down, going into repeating swirls along
my back. Her eyes shut, lost in my caress, I decided it was time to move along
a bit more.
Honey stiffened her thighs together a moment as I moved my right hand up from
her crotch, lightly keeping skin contact as it passed over her tummy. I stopped
my nibbling while I sunk my hands underneath her, following the straps of her
bra. The simple bow knot came free with only a slight struggle, and I pulled
the cloth away with my left hand.
As I sunk my lips and tongue into her lovely breasts, I moved my right hand back
down her tummy, followed the panty's edge to her side, then slipped my hands
between her panties and right butt cheek.
Her hands began to pull me up, wanting to get into my own pants. Her mouth was
making suckling motions, and I realized she wanted to suck me. I distracted her
from those intentions, by moving my lips back up to hers. Her hands paused in
their struggle, and before she could return to pull me up, I dug my crotch into
hers.
She felt my stiffness in my shorts, understanding her intentions would have to
change. Her hands went down to my shorts, slipping under the elastic in the
rear. She struggled to lower them, so I broke our kiss and allowed her to
proceed unobstructed.
She skillfully worked my shorts and underwear down, and I had to restrain her
from engulfing my standing erection. Once I was free of my clothes, I laid back
down on top of her, mistakenly digging my hardon into her not so soft frills on
her panties.
That discomfort brought on new frustration, prompting me to remove her panties
without any further delay. The stockings probably would have been interesting
to play with, but both of us were not waiting any longer.
As I hastily removed her stockings, Suzi interrupted us saying, "Timmy, don't
forget about protection."
My lust filled head cleared a bit, allowing me to explain to Honey our concerns.
But our worries were not needed, for they simply could not have children.
I had a moment of sorrow, but Honey quickly brought me back to my previously
lust filled state by teasing my own nipples into stiffening using her tongue.
I remembered Suzi's words, and indicated to Honey that she should be on top.
As we rolled over, I noticed Joy and Joey were at the exact same stage. I
imagined the twins wished to do it at the same time, which according to Suzi
indeed did take place.
Honey was about to do it in a mechanical fashion, but I stopped her and pulled
her to me. She struggled slightly, wanting to proceed as quickly as possible
now, but I insisted. I kissed her lovingly, wrapping my arms around her. She
gave in, letting her crotch mash against mine, making up both gasp at the
contact. Her smooth skin was flawless, her flesh, while not porky, was cushiony
not bony. I imitated her earlier motions with my hands as we kissed very
deeply. Our passion grew, and I felt her wetness below.
This brought on a surge of lust, making my tool suddenly attempt to stand up.
Feeling his pressure against her crotch, she spread her legs apart, rewarding me
with a sudden increase of moisture and heat.
I groaned from the pulse of lust this created. I felt her crotch sliding up
mine, and before I realized her intentions, my head slipped past her incredibly
tight lips, and I found myself resting against an obstruction I had never before
encountered. I felt Honey shudder before she lifted her crotch up, then back
down hard. I moaned as her hymen gave way, feeling her tight passageway
swallow my dick, igniting fireworks in my head.
I never knew for sure how much pain if any they had felt. The moment I was
completely within her, she began her characteristically slow humping. Honey sat
up, bringing forth another round of fireworks from the suddenness of my deep
penetration. My eyes were shut, my mouth was open, and my brain was switched to
standby mode. I was lost in a sea of sensations and emotions, for the twins
were sharing not just theirs, but Joey's and mine.
Ironically, Joey and I were completely under their control while they oh, so,
SLOWLY rose and lowered themselves on our throbbing staffs. When they indicated
they wanted their breasts fondled while they pumped for oil, Joey's and my hands
instantly obeyed their wishes. We would have done anything in that state. Joey
and I were completely helpless from the combination of their physical talents
and their empathic powers.
And they used them. They indeed were my father's ultimate trap. I could feel
how powerful they were. They could enslave any male foolish enough to be lured
into their brainwashing lovemaking. Joey and I were completely at their mercy,
and apparently we were at their mercy for more than an hour.
Suzi at first simply became bored. Her several attempts to join our fun failed,
and she was unable to make us respond to her. She did everything she could
think of short of physically harming us, and she was unable to force the twins
off us. Either I prevented her from doing so, or the twins did, and Suzi wound
up simply having to wait us out and pray.
When the twins finally brought us to climax our orgasm pulsed to the twins
forever slow beat.
My awareness returned slowly afterwards, my mind hazy and sluggish, finding a
hysterical Suzi yelling at both Joey and I. I managed to moan at her, flinging
my limp left arm at her to shut up. She immediately came over to me, and when
she saw I couldn't understand her, she slapped me hard across the face, twice.
That jolted my brain back to the "on" position, and I immediately held my hands
up to prevent her from doing it again.
I managed to mumble a thickly spoken "Why did you slap me?" that actually
sounded like "Wha the Fu wa tha fa." My attempts to communicate were not
appreciated since Suzi had crawled over to Joey to slap him.
As my thoughts finally started to get back up to speed, I suddenly jerked to a
sitting position when I realized how vulnerable I had been to their wishes. I
tried to shake the rest of the numbness from my head, and looked around.
"Where'd they go?" I asked when I couldn't see the twins.
Suzi crawled back over to me and looked into my eyes to see if I was okay. Then
she said, "They're asleep on the floor tied up."
I blinked as my head processed her words, and I instantly said, "Untie them."
She started to panic, but I just smiled and said "They didn't harm me. They
could have. But they didn't. That's why you can untie them, silly."
Suzi still wasn't convinced. "How do you know that? How could you possibly
tell?"
"You have a point there. You're going to have to tell me," I said as I
connected her up to my thoughts, giving her complete access to my mind.
Suzi was started, but quickly felt her way around. She spent quite a long time
in there, and we both didn't notice Joey sitting up and speaking. He must have
checked out what was going on with his own ability to monitor my thoughts. He
got off the bed, almost tripping over the bound sleeping Joy, and wobbled to the
bathroom to pee.
Before he got back, Suzi concluded I was clean from any tampering.
Joey, seeing we were done, asked, "What happened? Why are we, uhm, still us?"
I got off the bed and began untying Honey's bra from around her wrists.
"Because they didn't want to," I said.
Joey began untying Joy as the implications of my words sank in.
"Shit. Tim? I owe you one hell of an apology," Joey said as he tossed the bra
way.
"I'll just take it out on your ass sometime," I said releasing Honey's legs.
Then I asked Suzi, "What happened? How long were we, uhm, doing it?"
"I don't know. A long time. Felt like hours. When you two finally came inside
them, they went stiff, then just slowly laid down on top of you. They've been
asleep ever since. I dragged them off you, and when I couldn't wake any of you
up, I pushed them onto the floor and tied them up."
"I take it you tried drowning us to wake us up?" I said, indicating the soaked
bed.
"You guys are probably going to be a bit sore. I got pretty rough with you. I
was so scared of what they had done to you, I probably would have lit the bed on
fire if I could have found some matches."
Joey said, "I'm cold, and I'm sure the twins are too. Let's carry them to the
room next door and cover them up so they won't get sick. Then I want to jump
into the bathtub or shower to get warm."
Joey took Joy, and I carried Honey to the next bedroom. It had a standard
mattress in it, but we weren't going to be picky. Once the twins looked
comfortable, we left them, closing the door behind us.
"Hey Joey? Mind if I take that shower with you now?" I asked.
"Uhm actually I was thinking about trying that bubble bath thing again. But
yeah, let's just jump in the shower together."
"Well, you guys are NOT going to leave me out of this one, so I'm in too." Suzi
insisted.
We all got into the shower, and were having fun soaping each other up, when I
realized something about the soap.
"Hey... This stuff isn't really soap."
"Huh? Then what is it?" Joey said, taking another bar from the soap dish.
"Taste it, Joey. It doesn't have any soapy taste to it."
Joey gave it a small lick and said, "I don't believe it."
"What?" Suzi said.
"It's...." Joey started.
"...lube." I finished.
He and I just looked at each other, then I started lathering up my dick, while
he did his butt. Suddenly I 'accidentally' dropped my soap and said, "Oh, darn.
Joey, could you get that for me?"
"Oh, my. Yes, I'll just bend right over and geeEEEEEEEEEEE," he said as I stuck
my finger in his hole.
"Shit, Tim. That feels good. Okay. I'm gonna push, so get that other finger
in."
"How's that? Man, Joey. Your hole is HUGE compared to Suzi's."
"It <grunt> better be. <grunt> I've been stretching it <grunt> with a cucumber!
<gasp>"
"Fuck. You mean you've been letting a vegetable fuck your ass before I did?"
"No, <grunt> All I did was, oh man put it in while I'm pushing like this!"
I grabbed my hard dick and put my head up to his hole while I pulled my fingers
out.
"DO IT!" Joey said, putting his hands against the wall.
As I pushed as hard as I could, Joey held his breath and violently shook his
head, making his face turn red. He finally let it out, with gaspy cry, but I
got it all the way in on the first try.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Man That HURTS. SHIT! FUCKEN SHIT!" etc.
He got used to it after a few more paragraphs of four letter words, and after a
few test pumps, he said, "Oh shit, that is feeling good. Okay, Tim, you can go
a liiiTTLE! Faster. Shit Suzi, you could give a little warrrrrrning before you
swallow a guy."
Suzi popped his dick out of her mouth and said, "But that wouldn't be as fun."
"Yeah..... Fun...... Yeah....." I said as I started to get to a decent speed.
I began to feel Joey do something inside himself, causing my dick to throb.
"Man. Joey what ever you're doing with you shittin' muscles, keep it up."
"It.... Isn't..... Me.... <gasp> It's.... Suzi...... FUuuuuCK I love this! Fuck
my ass, Tim. <groan> FUCK MY ASS HARDER TIM! FUCK.... FUCK.... FUCK... FUCK...
FUCK.. MEEEE!!!!"
I was going full out after he encouraged with his gentle words. It was feeling
really good, and I looked down at my dick pumping in and out of his ass.
"Suzi! <gasp> look <gasp> between <gasp> us from <gasp> down there!!" I said.
A few moments later, I saw Suzi's head on the floor below my pumping dick. I
couldn't see her expression, but suddenly I found her legs flying up on either
side of Joey's waist.
Joey gave out a "Holy SHIT!" then "She's trying to fuck <gasp> me upside down!"
That was all she wrote for me. My orgasm rose so fast I didn't have time to
share it with them. My load was not all that great with all the cumming I had
done today, but Joey remarked later he had felt it.
"FUCK this! Suzi, get up off the floor and fuck right, Or I'M gonna get down
there with you!" Joey cried.
I pulled out of Joey with a wet pop, and watched as Joey got on top of Suzi and
pumped like crazy. After another thirty seconds, Joey went through his shudders
and shakes, and Suzi groaned along with him. They had cum together without any
help from me.
My dick had gotten hard again from watching, but while they just laid there, I
decided I might as well clean it off.
Just as I was finishing, I hear a cry from the bed room. We all heard it, and I
immediately thought of the twins. I shut the water off, and we all got out. I
almost ran smack dab into my mother at the bathroom door.
"Timmy are you all right?" she said urgently. Her mind lashed out towards mine,
trying to break through my shields, and somehow managed to penetrate them.
"HEY! YEs I'm okay! Dang mom! You could of given me a chance to let you in.."
Then I realize I was naked in front of my mother, and I felt the my cheeks start
to burn.
"You are! Oh thank GOD!" she said, hugging me to her, nearly suffocating me in
her sparkles.
"Hmm mhm hnm nmh?" I asked from her chest.
She let me go, and said, "There was something about the way Charles was acting.
And then he said something about how much you liked the twins and that he
wouldn't be surprised if you gave Suzi to him just to be with them, I knew
something was wrong. Joey, when did you lean how to protect your thoughts? Let
me in dear. I just want to make sure you're okay."
"Mom!"
"Sorry. When I was under his control, he made me give up all my special secret
mind shields to him. He was using them to shield himself from me today. When
he wouldn't lower them when I confronted him, I forced my way into his head and
saw what the twins were going to do. I don't understand. You did make love to
them, didn't you?"
"MOM! Jeez. Can I at least get something on? Yes we did, and yes they could
have made us into anything they wanted to. And they would have if I hadn't
freed them from him first."
"What!" my father said from behind her.
"What's he doing here!" I said.
"What do you mean. It is my mansion!" he said.
"It was mine first, you know!" she said nastily.
"Now they sound more like parents," Joey commented.
"What do you mean you set them free?" my mother asked.
"Go look in the next room. They're asleep," I said. When they didn't move, I
said, "GO! WE WANT TO GET DRESSED!"
They did. And we did. Once we were decent, we joined them in the next guest
room. My father was on the bed, holding the two unconscious girls, stroking
their cheeks. He seemed quite calm.
"They would never disobey me... Never... How did you break them to your will?"
"I didn't. They set themselves free."
"You're lying. You lied to me about your empathic abilities, and you're lying
to me again."
I sighed. I checked to see if his mental barrier was up, which it was. I could
have used an empathic connection, but he might not even believe that.
"Do you want to know from me? Or from them?"
"It doesn't matter. None of you will tell me the real truth. If you have
turned them, they would be able to hide truth from me. Just leave my home. Let
me enjoy them before they leave me forever."
I looked at my mom, who shrugged and said, "He can't harm you, I made sure of
that. When I found out the twins would change your ideals to match his own, I
<shudder> I made him unable to use any force against you."
I gave my mom a hug, and thanked her. Then I got on the bed with my father and
said, "come on pop. Let's get these clothes off of you. They have to be
driving you crazy. And then I'll lower all my barriers and shields and let you
have a free look around, okay? It's the only thing I can think of."
He was staring at nothing, and continued to do so. I sighed again, then looked
at my mom to signal I was going to do it. She sighed then too, shook her head,
and came over to the bed, pulling her shoes off.
When she reached to pull off her top, she said, "Tim, help your father get his
clothes off. I'm not leaving until he does me."
As she slipped out of her blouse, and was about to undo her bra, she noticed I
hadn't moved, and both my and my father's eyes were on her.
"What are you two looking at?" she said. Noticing my red face, she added. "Oh,
Timmy. Stop being so modest. It's not like you haven't seen your fair share of
naked women before. And if your father doesn't snap out of it, I'm gonna take
my fourteen years of frustration out on him another way."
My father and I looked at each other, then I said, "Uhm, I guess I'll just,
uhm..."
"Go on," he said with a weak grin. "Maybe you can let me have a look around your
head later. Your mother is a very busy woman. We shouldn't keep her waiting."
My mother was now naked, while my father was struggling out of his clothes.
"What about the twins? Couldn't you cool your jets long enough to find yourself
another bed?" I asked, trying not to look.
"Samantha, their bed is a waterbed...."
"You remembered. How sweet," she said, holding out her hand to my father. He
got up and they walked out of the room butt naked.
I just sat there, staring at the door where they had just passed through. A
minute later, Joey and Suzi walked in with stunned expressions. They came and
sat down on the bed beside me and stared with me.
Joey said, "Tim? I got a confession to make."
He paused as my mother and father began moaning. Loudly.
After the wailing became a steady rhythm, Joey continued, "Your mom gave me a
woody."
I didn't flinch, but after another five moans I said, "That's okay Joey. She
gave me one too."
Suzi snapped out of her daze, looking at both of us. Then she went back to
stare at the doorway and said, "That makes three of us," as she rubbed her
little hard knob through her shorts and panties.
========================================================================
Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
Chapter V: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - The North Mansion
Part 5 - Sex Goddess I Call Mom
(oral mF)
Joey, Suzi and I were getting ready to go to bed in a third room. It was
identical to the first room, except it didn't have a waterbed or the paintings,
but had something our room didn't.
"Holy Shit," Joey exclaimed when opening a drawer of the additional cabinet.
"Its a drawer full of those things Sandi had. Except they don't look like they
vibrate. Hey Tim, what did they call them?" he asked holding up the plastic
penis.
"Dildo, dummy," Suzi answered instead. "What? Don't you think girls know about
them? Who do you think uses them?"
She walked up and picked out a black one and said, "Hey... I think I'll take a
couple of these home. It'll come in handy for our three ways.."
Joey and I exchanged glances again, but then Joey closed the drawer and opened
another.
"Maybe you would rather have one that has a vibrator built in," he said, turning
on the one he picked up on. He held it in his hand to feel it's affect, then a
light bulb came on in his head.
"Don't even try IITTT!" Suzi said too late as he poked and prodded her clothed
crotch.
I was sitting on the bed, watching them play. I wasn't really interested in the
sex toys right then. I couldn't keep my mother's nude image out of my head.
"WOW! Look at these!" Joey said, holding a double ended dildo. "I bet the
twins could use a couple of these!"
"Joey? Can I try doing you up the butt?" Suzi asked pulling out a strapon.
"Only if there's one smaller than that. That thing is bigger than an
elephant's," Joey remarked before he stuck the vibrator down the front of his
shorts. "Hey Tim. You should try this. It feels good!"
"Tim, don't you want to see what's in the toy box?" Suzi said.
"Nah. Maybe I'll look tomorrow," I replied.
This time Suzi and Joey exchanged glances.
"Shit, Tim. What is it now? You upset your parents are getting it on in our
bed?" Joey asked, walking over with three vibrators going in his shorts.
"Nah. Just sometimes this stuff happens to fast for me to accept, that's all."
"Oh. Here," he said, pulling out on of his vibrators to hand to me. "Try one."
"That's okay. I hear they make your sperm real dizzy."
"Ha ha," Joey said, putting the plastic penis in my hands.
I held it, then examined it to figure out how to turn it on and off. While I was
fiddling with that, I said, "I wonder how old she is."
"Who?"
"My mom."
"You don't know?"
"She is supposed to be thirty-eight. But..."
"Yeah, she don't look like no thirty-eight. Twenty-eight, maybe."
"I've never seen her naked like that before. The nearest I ever saw her like
that time at the pool. And then it was in a one piece suit."
"Yeah, I remember. I also remember getting a woody. And that was before I knew
what they were for."
"I've never thought my mom as a woman before. Especially not sexually before."
"Uhh, Tim? Are you saying what I think you're saying? Cause if you are..."
"What."
"Can I?"
"Do what."
"Never mind."
"You know what?"
"What?"
"This does feel pretty good."
"Yeah. Here try a second one. It's even better."
"Hey, Joey?"
"Yeah?"
"If we do, I get the backdoor. K?"
"Deal.... Uhm, Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"Does Suzi have what I think she has?"
"What, the thing in her mouth?"
"No. The thing she has in her hands."
"Uhm Joey?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we better run."
"Way ahead of you, partner," Joey said as he sprinted for the door.
"Well, that worked like a charm," Suzi said as she put the strange male organ
torture device back in its drawer. She sat down next to me, and pulled one of
the vibrators out of my shorts.
"Hey, Suzi?"
"Hmmm?" she said, vibrator in her mouth.
"Do you think I'm losing it?"
She pulled it out with a pop and said, "Why do you say that?"
"Well, I kinda, like, want to do my mom..."
"Oh, Timmy... You would be losing it if you didn't want to. Who wouldn't?"
"I just can't get it out of my head, though. My mom. She's like... a sex
goddess or something.. I mean.. You know."
"I know. Her body is... perfect."
"She even looks better than the twins."
"She even looks better than me."
"But why would she wait all this time just to do it with my dad?"
"Maybe she loves him."
"Yeah, right," I said sarcastically.
"Face it Tim. Your dad isn't all that bad of a guy... I can't believe I just
said that, but you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know. And I can see why my dad likes her. Where do I fit in? I
mean... I don't know. I guess I just have to leave it alone until I can talk to
them. I'm tired. Here. Have another. I'm turning in," I handed her the
other vibrator, and started to take my clothes off, leaving my underpants on.
Joey finally peeked in, checking to see if Suzi had laid down her weapon.
"Tim? You gonna sleep in your shorts?" he asked, walking in.
"Yeah. I don't feel like screwin' around anymore tonight. You guys can play.
I'm gonna sleep."
Joey started to strip, and was nude in a flash. He crawled under the sheets,
and slipped his body behind me.
"Tim? Are you mad at me?"
"Huh?" I said turning over to face him. "No, why?"
"Uhm, for what I said in the limo, and all the other shit I said. And for...
letting your dad get in my head like that."
"Joey? You were right about a lot of things. I was playing God. You had the
guts to call it as you saw it. You and Suzi keep me sane. Don't ever stop
doing what you did today okay?"
"But... I still like.... Slaves and all, you know? I want to have some,
kinda. You know what I mean."
"Yeah. I know. And you know what? I do too. And we will."
"We will? But I thought... I mean after all this..."
"We will have slaves, but they have to agree to be one first, and then they will
always have the option to quit. I'm just not ready for it yet, that's all. But
some day I will. And then you and I will really have some fun. Okay?"
"What about Suzi?"
"I've already talked to her. She's okay with it, as long as we don't get too
carried away."
"How come you're just telling me now?"
"It was supposed to be your birthday present. Your very first slave."
"Whoa."
"Joey?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I go to sleep now?"
"Wait for Suzi. She'll wanna snuggle up to ya. And so do I, so roll back on
your side 'cause here she is."
We fell asleep in each other's arms.
Early the next morning, I was woken up by a warm feeling of happiness. I had to
look around a moment before I remembered where I was. Joey was sleeping on his
back, and Suzi was on her tummy. I spotted the twins looking in the door, and
I smiled and motioned them over.
After exchanging good morning empathic feelings, they crawled in the bed with us
and soon were asleep again.
I laid there letting my mind wander over memories, then started to let it wander
in minds around me. Finding everything peaceful, I searched for someone who was
already up and about. I found Fanny busily tending some flowers, and peeked in
her mind to see who and what she was.
She was the only living family member from an East Germany neighborhood. When
she was sixteen, she escaped to the Western side, and found few opportunities
that were honest. My father met her there in a hospital at the age of 18. She
had overdosed on drugs attempting to kill herself. My father enslaved her,
thinking she would be happier with him. Unfortunately, he probably was right.
Her dreams of meeting a boy that would love her and marry her were still within
her. But nothing mattered but pleasuring my father now. She was his.
I fell asleep thinking about this, but forgot about it when I awoke. A pair of
lips were busily bringing me to full attention.
Joey noticed I was awake, and covered my eyes with his arm. He said, "Guess
who's lips they are, Tim."
"Let's see. It can't be Joy or Honey, cause they wouldn't be working so fast."
I frowned, then said, "But it doesn't feel like Suzi either. Too much tongue
work. Uhm, it couldn't be grandma because she would have taken her teeth out,
and Carol and Vicki are at the other mansion... I give up. Who is it."
"Just don't freak out okay?" Joey whispered as he removed his arm. I opened my
eyes and looked.
"MOM! WHAT! WHY! HOW! HUH! UHHHHHHH!" I said as I awoke cumming.
"Mom?!" Joey said. "Suzi, he called you mom!"
"Shit," I said laying back down.
"Thank you, dear. Now go clean your room," Suzi said before licking off the
spot she missed.
"Shit. Hey, where are the twins?" I asked.
"I think they went to see if your mom and dad were awake yet," Joey answered.
"Don't call them that like that."
"Huh? I don't understand."
"Don't call them my mom and dad. Mom and father, mother and father, but not mom
and dad."
"Uhm, okay. I don't see what the difference is though."
"Your parents are your mom and dad. My parents are not a set. They're....
separate. You get what I mean?"
"Well I don't know if you will be calling them separate much longer. They were
acting like a couple of love birds," Suzi said.
"Please. I don't want to talk about it. I need to talk to my mom alone. Until
then, just don't remind me, okay?"
"Hrmph, most kids would like to see their parents get back together," Joey
muttered.
"I'm not saying I don't. But.. Oh, let's just drop the subject. I'm hungry,
let's go eat."
I pulled my underwear the rest of the way off, and walked out to the hall.
"Shit. I think he flipped. He's going to breakfast naked," I heard Joey say
behind me.
"Heh," I said to myself. I figured, what's the use? Everyone here has seen me
naked, seen me having sex, and seen my virginities taken either live or in a
painting. What was left to be modest about?
I was the first to the table, and my jaw dropped when I saw my mother's image on
the wall formed by the crystal ceiling. She looked slightly younger, but it
could have just been the hair. The only word I could think of was...
magnificent.
I took the seat that faced the image square on. My pancakes were brought out to
me, and I was so involved in my food and the image, I didn't hear anyone
approach.
"She's quite beautiful, isn't she?" my father said, placing his hand on my
shoulder.
I almost choked, but I managed to cover it up. I said, "Magnificent," then
took another mouthful of pancakes.
"Thank you, dear," my mother said as she bent down to kiss my cheek. Her bare
breast made contact with my bare back. I choked for real that time. Partially
because of the hardon.
"I told you you should have worn a robe," my robed father said taking his seat
at the head of the table.
"I'm sorry Tim. I forgot you were still uncomfortable about this. I'll go put
a robe on..." she said turning.
"Mom, wait.." I sputtered. "I need to talk to you, now, please?"
She looked at me, then glance at my father, who was reading the paper.
I said, "I don't care if he hears. It isn't anything he hasn't... It just
doesn't matter," I said, blushing again from her figure, and trying not to draw
attention to my dick which was standing straight up.
"Okay, but I wish you would stop blushing. I'll be doing it next."
"I'll try.." not mentioning what I was trying the hardest to control.
My mother sat down in the chair next to me. Her leg brushed mine, making me
shiver.
"How old were you there?" I said, nodding towards the image, trying to divert
her eyes from the general location of my plainly visible woody.
"Nineteen, two years before you were born."
"Mom, are you and father going to.... you know. Get together or something?"
"Yes Samantha. Are we going to get hitched or something?"
"Well, it's a bit too soon to answer that. Let's just take it one day at a
time, shall we?"
"What about... uhm. Well, are we going to move in or something. I think I'd
rather stay at home during the week. I don't want to .."
"Tim, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. My job pays enough that I
was wanting to get a nicer place. But I know you don't want to leave your
school and your friends, so I was looking for someplace around the area. No, I
don't think we will move into your father's mansions, but we may stay in them
on the weekends."
"Oh, now Sam. If he wants to stay at his school, he could always ride in the
limo ...."
"It's a thirty-five minute drive from your south mansion. Isn't that a little
long?"
"Hey Mom? It isn't much longer than waiting for the bus and the bus ride
itself, but that's not what I wanted to talk about."
"Then what dear. Get to the point."
"Why didn't you tell me you were bfhfl," I said, turning red. At least my other
problem was finally giving me a break.
"What dear?" she said, putting her hand on my thigh. This was actually a normal
thing for her to do. Unfortunately, this made dick swell again.
My face really began to burn, and I couldn't help but glance down to her hand.
Naturally she followed my gaze, and saw my problem.
"It's okay, Tim. I understand," she said, sliding her hand up my thigh.
"But..." I said nervously.
"Tim, there isn't anything to be embarrassed about. It's quite natural for you
to find me attractive. I think I can help you.."
"Sam, are you going blow him, or just talk about it," my father said, not
looking from behind the paper.
"Look, I, uhm, I.. I gotta go.." I said as I slid out from underneath my
mother's hand.
"Timmy," she said getting up and catching me by the arm. "We need to talk.
Alone," she said, more to my father than to me.
She took my hand and we walked in silence down the hall to a room nearby which
not surprisingly I had never been in.
The room was dim, and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust. It was almost
pitch black compared to the dining room's incredible lighting.
The room was some kind of portrait gallery, with under fifty paintings hanging
on the walls. We sat down on a red velvet bench, sitting in front of a portrait
of a man and woman, holding a baby. It appeared to have just recently been
placed here, the wall behind it having a distinct outline of a differently
shaped frame.
"Tim, do you know who they are?"
"Uhm, no. But I would guess the baby is you, and that's your mom and dad."
"You're right. The painting was the last gift my father gave my mother before
she died. He had it painted, using his own and mom's memories. I've always
wanted one made of me holding you. Now maybe it will happen. But that isn't
what we are here to talk about.
"Timmy, I love you. You're my son. Having these powers tends to make your sex
drive go into overdrive. All these years as I watched you grow, especially
recently, I have had to resist... seducing my own son. I thought that all I
needed was to let some of it out, and that was one of the reasons I wanted to
spend a weekend with your father. But last night, seeing you nude just
amplified all my desires. I jumped on your father to keep myself from jumping
on you.
"And now I know you are having the same problems. I know it doesn't help seeing
me in the nude, but I think the time has come for me to stop hiding my true
colors. I love going nude. I always have.
"But the point is, for us to do it, it is just plain wrong."
"Mom? Did you and your dad..."
"No. Never. I think he wanted to after mom died, but he loved my mother too
much. And I would never have forgiven him if he had. Would you like to know
how I have been able to resist all these years?"
"Yeah. How?"
"I just think back to when you were a baby. Sweet, and innocent. It is the
purest form any of us ever have. Every time I feel my desires begin to cloud my
thinking, I just slip back in time and imagine holding you in my arms. That's
what you should do. Look at me as the baby in my mother's arms. Remember who I
was, and who I am. I'm your mother. We can never let it happen."
"Mom? I love you too, you know.... Okay. I guess if you can do it, I can do
it. But.. It would help if you weren't so..."
"Sexy? Thank you baby. You don't know how sexy you are yourself. But that is
the limit of it. Look.. Don't touch."
"Yeah. I just hope I don't have any more dreams about you, that's all."
"Timmy, you've been in my dreams since you were two years old. I don't think
you can even hope not to."
"Uhm, mom? What about Joey? He kinda has had a crush on you since... Well
since he knew you. And he kinda.. you know. Wants to too."
"Really? Hmmm. Like I didn't already know that, I suppose. I've had many a
fantasy with you and he both. But what do you think? He's your friend and
lover. I wouldn't do anything that might upset you."
"Really? No. Go for it. If I can't, at least let him. Please?"
As we walked out of the room back into the hall, Suzi and Joey just happened to
be ten steps ahead of us when they reached the dinning room.
"Holy sh... Holy cow.." Joey exclaimed as Suzi gasped.
I looked up at my mom and smiled. I indicated a little plan to her, and she
agreed. As the two clothed teens stood there agasp, they were suddenly attacked
from behind.
"ACCCCCKKKK!" Joey announced as he felt my mother's nude body wrap itself around
him.
Suzi had squirmed and giggled, but Joey was scared stiff. Well, most of him was
stiff from fright, the rest... well, you know.
I turned Suzi around and started to undress her. She was turning red, but she
permitted me to continue.
My mom started to undress Joey, and that made his face drain of color. But
moments later, it was red, along with ever other part of his body. My mom had
stuck her hand in his drawers and pulled his hardening tool out.
"Joey? Tim and I have had a little talk. We wanted to know who gives better
head. Suzi or me. We've agreed that since he and I are family, we shouldn't.
So he elected you. So how about being the judge? Are you game?"
"Huh?" He squeaked looking at me.
"Joey, it's okay with me. She's been hot for you as long as you've been for
her."
"Longer actually, but that doesn't matter."
Joey swallowed hard. Then he squeaked, "Okay?"
Suzi's hand went straight to my dick, and mine found its way to her naked crotch
too. We stood there masturbating each other while my mother licked and swirled
her tongue about Joey's head.
Joey was moaning and quivering as my mother teased and teased his throbbing
prick. Then without warning, she engulfed it and started sucking with
incredible force. Her cheeks were dented in, while Joey's closed eyes popped
wide open.
"Shit!" he said as my mother's incredible mouth continued its vacuum. Joey's
eyes slammed shut again as he began his shudders and shakes while he came.
Three minutes after she had started, my mother slipped the softening digit out
of her mouth and said, "There's nothing like fresh boy cum in the morning to get
yourself going." Then she held Joey like a child, laying his head against her
shoulder, mothering his helpless form.
"A very well executed number thirty two," my father said. "Although I think
you've gotten rusty Sam. It took you a whole thirty seconds of suction before
he came. You used to suck it out of me like I was a straw."
My mother's mothering of Joey brought Suzi's and my mutual fondling to an end.
I almost had thrown Suzi to the floor and fucked her on the spot if it hadn't
been for the image of my mother as a baby popping up in my head.
"Charles, I wanted to savor it a little longer. It's been too long since I had
my morning teen cum. Whatever happened to those boys.."
"I traded them and several others for the twins. Old Gladius probably made a
lot of money off of them..."
I was getting sick. "You two sound like you're talking about those stupid
goblets with Suzi's dad! Every time I start thinking I can like this, you go
and.. and.. prove me wrong! ARGGG!" I yelled, pulling Suzi down the hall with
me.
"Tim! Come back here!" my mother demanded.
I stopped. She didn't use that tone of voice with me very often, and I knew
better than to ignore her. I didn't go to her, but I didn't go any further down
the hall either.
"Tim, those boys did not have a life like you and all your friends have. They
were born and raised something like the twins, but not with the love and
tenderness you father gave Joy and Honey. Those boys could have never been more
than tools or toys for people like me at the time. Your father did them a
service by not keeping them. They couldn't have been freed to live a normal
life, because they had no life to begin with. Now come back here and sit with
us while Joey and Suzi eat."
I looked at Suzi, who shrugged her shoulders and said, "Maybe he isn't as bad of
a person we have taken him for. Maybe he was, but has changed since your mother
made him a slave. I don't know Timmy. Maybe when he tried to turn you into
someone else, he thought he was making life easier or better for you. If you
give him a chance, maybe you could help him become more like you instead. I
think that's what your mother wants to happen..."
I kissed her, and then held her to me. After a long hug, I just picked her up
and carried her giggling body to her seat.
"Darn!" I said, noticing my mother's image was distorted.
"It only lasts an hour, dear. But there will be another at noon on that wall
over there," my mother said, pointing to the northern wall.
"Oh yeah? What does that one look like?" Joey said between shovels of flap
jacks.
"Be here at noon and you will see for yourself," my mother said mysteriously.
"Will we need sunglasses then too?" I asked, jokingly.
"Is it too bright in here?" she said seriously. "It is supposed to always stay
at the same brightness. Even when it's dark outside, the chandelier.."
"Oh. Nah, it's okay. I was only kidding about the sunglasses," I said, awed at
the complexity of the room. Then I remembered what we wanted to do that day.
"Uhm, er, dad?"
"Did you hear that Sam? I never thought I would hear him say that in front of
you. It sent a shiver down me... Yeah, Tim."
"Uhm, sorry about what I said."
"What. Oh that. Sorry I was, er, insensitive, as your mother puts it. I'll
try and not be so crude. But I am who I am, and what I did in the past can't be
changed. So if I try and.. be more sensitive, can you be a little more...
forgiving of my deeds?"
"I guess that would be fair," I said, feeling a little guilty. But even so,
"Uhm, we were talking yesterday.... and were wondering if..."
"Look out, Charles. He was trying to butter you up," my mother quickly
assessed.
"Huh? No I wasn't.. Okay maybe I was a little, but I didn't say anything I
didn't mean, and I..."
"I know you meant it Tim," my father said. "If there is one thing I learned
about you, you're always trying to be fair, just like your mother. Go ahead,
ask what you wanted to ask."
"We were kinda like, uhm.. Wanting to go shopping for stuff," I said, rushing
the end.
"Oh, so you're asking your old man for some dough, eh? Well, I suppose this is
as good as a time to try this old phrase out. Ask your mother," he said
grinning at her.
"No, Charles. I've been the parent all this time. You can try it for once.
Especially if you're still wanting to... you know."
"Huh?" I said. "Wanting to what?"
"Lets just stick with the topic at hand," my father said sternly. "What are you
shopping for?"
We told them of our plans for the room at school, and even added a few things we
hadn't discussed with each other before. Like me, Suzi and Joey had thought of
a few things since we talked about it, but the best idea I had thought of had to
wait until I could ask my father in private. I wanted to surprise Suzi and Joey
with my ring idea.
"Well, as long as you don't have any problems with it, Samantha," my father
said.
"Well, I don't know about taking the sex toys to school. But apart from that,
the rest is fine. I'm sure the cost is not a problem.."
"Never has been in the past, you know. Okay. After lunch, you can take
convertible limo if you like and..."
"Convertible?" I asked.
"You mean like, the top comes down?" Joey said hopefully.
"Just the rear section," my father said. "The driver is still enclosed. Unless
you would rather take one of the others."
"Er, how many limos do you have, anyway?" I asked.
"Hmmm, I would have to count them. But at this estate I believe there are five,
and another six at the south. Does that sound right Sherman?"
"Yes, Master." Sherman said from the corner of the room. None of us had even
noticed him standing there.
Suzi nudged me and said, "What about the twins."
"Oh yeah. We were kind of hoping we could take the twins shopping for clothes..
But if you don't want.."
"The twins? Wear clothes?!?" my father stuttered.
"You should have seen them last night, dad. They were beautiful in those
dresses. I almost fainted when.."
"In their.. their.... baby blue dresses?" he said in complete shock.
"Yeah, and hats, and stockings and everything," Joey said.
"I can't believe it. I could never get them to wear those without ordering them
to, and then they looked so... miserable in them. But they... put them on?
Willingly?... Excuse me," he said, getting up.
"I wonder where he is going in such a hurry," my mother said. "The twins are
still sleeping, and I wouldn't think.."
"Probably to check out the latest additions to the family album," Joey said,
amused. Then he sobered up and asked "Hey Tim, do you think we could get a copy
made of one? Suzi and I checked them out, and there's one with everybody's
clothes on."
"Yeah, that would be cool. But first, I think the painters have a special
portrait to paint. Huh, mom."
"I think I'll start that right now," my mother said, getting up. "Now, where
did he..... There he is... Thank you dear."
The three of us watched her nude figure gracefully flow down the hall in the
direction my father had gone.
"So Joey.." Suzi started.
"Huh?" Joey said still following my mother with his eyes.
"Who does give better head?"
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
Chapter V: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - The North Mansion
Part 6 - Winding Up Another School Year
(mfm)
During the next two months, things started to come together at school, and at
home. My mother and I spent the weekends at my father's north mansion, but we
stayed at our house during the week. My mother said it was easier for her to
live there while she worked, and she wasn't about to quit her job.
Joey and Suzi were unable to be with me during the weekends since their place
was to be with their parents, not with me. And it would have been a bit
suspicious for Suzi to spend all her weekends with Joey and I. We weren't happy
about the situation, but we spent enough time together during the week that it
somewhat made up for it.
The twins were still too drained from the night before to go shopping with us
like we had hoped. My father promised if they wished to go shopping, we would
arrange it. But the twins and I didn't want to go without Suzi, so we waited.
I became more and more familiar with the north mansion. I even started
exploring the south wing. My father was right about the south wing being nearly
identical to the north wing, and he never did explain why he had the south one
added to my mother's original mansion like that.
The south wing housed a good two thirds of the servants. He insisted that the
slaves have just as pleasant and elegant rooms as he had in the north wing,
minus a few things such as the crystal dining hall and the like. This concern
over the living conditions of his slaves didn't seem to fit in his personality.
I suspected it was one of my mother's effects on him during his own slavery.
There were other... differences in the south wing that made me conclude the
south wing was from a darker side of my father's personality. From the minds of
a few of the slaves I learned of how some people enjoy the sexual torture of
themselves and others. Apart from a few common devices found at any adult goods
store, the north wing did not contain any torture equipment of any kind. The
south wing's guest quarters were filled with them.
I didn't venture to the south wing very often.
I became a little more comfortable around my mother's nudity, as she did of
mine. My father became less of a monster to me and more of a.. friend I
suppose. I didn't trust his judgment when it concerned people, but he did know
considerable amount about business, and he even taught me a few things about my
own capabilities.
My father's abilities were limited compared to my mother's and my own. But he
had obtained somewhat of a name for himself within a circle of other Masters and
Mistresses. Any one of them could have enslaved my father for their own
purposes. But he had developed the method of storing more than one person's
memories and personalities within a mind, thus creating a niche for himself that
made him too important to allow any single Master to control.
Because my father wasn't threat to those who requested his services, he was
simply allowed to live as he wished, and later became very respected for his
business sense. By the time I met him, he was rarely ever called upon for his
memory storage services. My father had become a very powerful man in the world
of finance, and was frequently called upon to cover up other's mistakes in that
respect.
The twins and I became very close. I was even beginning to understand their
mode of communication at their level. And they even started to teach me more
about my own empathic talents. I could never be as powerful as they were since
they had developed their skills over their entire lives. And plus the fact that
there were two of them.
My mother mentioned to my father in front of the twins and I that we were like
brother and sisters in many ways. That got the twins really excited, and they
wanted to have sex that instant. I cooled their jets when I explained that if
we were really brother and sisters, I could never have sex with them again. But
my mother's words never left me, and from then on, I did look at them as being
somewhat my sisters. I was certainly very protective of them like they were.
Without Joey and Suzi on the weekends, the twins and I did play around in the
sex department, but I certainly didn't want to have intercourse. Even though I
trusted their motives, I didn't trust my own. It could quickly become..
addicting.
I had got caught up in my school work immediately following that first weekend
at the north mansion. One of the things I learned from my father was how to
copy specific knowledge from a person without necessarily copying the
experiences that had shaped that knowledge. Within one day, I was able to copy
the knowledge from my classmates into my own mind, which allowed me to do the
homework with ease.
It wasn't really cheating since I still had to do the work. It was just
incredibly easy to do the work. And the math test was like taking one meant for
a second grader. I quickly learned whose minds to scan in each of my classes to
get the most out of my scanning efforts.
When I explained all of this to Higgs, he clearly felt it wasn't fair to the
other students. They had done the work in learning, and I was taking an unfair
shortcut at their expense. This troubled me a little. I still didn't feel I
was cheating, but I was taking something without paying for it. I asked Higgs
if there was a way I could make it up to the people I scanned, and this started
a whole new enterprise of my skills.
Instead of taking the knowledge of the students who were doing well in each of
my classes, I became somewhat of a tutor for those who were not doing so well.
Once a week I and the five students with the lowest grades in each of my classes
would go up to the "advanced tutorial classroom" on the third floor.
The during the first month, I actually did do some tutoring while I scanned
their minds, copied the knowledge for myself, and then shared that with the
rest. But I was basically having to learn everything for myself anyway. The
knowledge I obtained from the scans was never totally accurate or complete.
This resulted in having to share more of what I already knew than what I was
receiving. In other words, I was doing a lot more work than ever before.
And most of my classmates who I tutored were rather rough characters to begin
with. Not all, but most. My teachers had strong doubts that I would be able to
help any of them, but Higgs convinced them all to try it for a few weeks. My
own difficulties were mostly maintaining order during the tutor sessions and
keeping the appearance that what we were doing in those tutor sessions was
actually responsible for their improvement.
After the third week, both the teachers and the classmates I was tutoring truly
believed I was helping them. But by the fifth week, I was tired of doing all of
the work. I decided it was time to start using my talents to get back to the
original purpose of my efforts: making my life easier.
I first made each of my tutorees unable to reveal anything concerning my
abilities to anyone. Once I had done that, I leveled with them. I explained
that I was tired of keeping up the sham tutoring lessons, and it would be a lot
easier on everyone if I gave everyone of them the... motivation as I called it,
to learn the materials, and as a reward they could goof off during the time we
were supposedly tutoring. Included in the deal was my own free access to any of
the knowledge they obtained.
The first five thought I had gone bonkers after telling them this, but I
convinced them. I asked them whether any of them could recite in alphabetical
order all fifty states and their capitals. It had been a game my mother had
played with me when I was little. Since none of them could, I explained I was
about to give them the knowledge, and did so. All five at the same time recited
it back to me, and then they all agreed.
For the rest of my tutorees, I first did the fifty state demonstration before I
explained the deal. Everyone agreed. Higgs later told me that that the tutor
sessions would have to be every other week, since every week was too much class
time for those students to miss.
We worked out a compromise which worked better for me anyway. I still got out
of class once a week, but alternated five students every week. So instead of
five students in each class to scan, I had ten, and this way I always got
whatever was covered on the day I wasn't in class.
After two more weeks with this arrangement, I found myself still having to play
baby-sitter too much, so I gave them all an ultimatum. Either use the time as a
study hall and later help me and Joey in our drawing stuff, or they would be
back in the regular class with no memory of anything but tutoring. They would
still be motivated to keep their grades up, they just wouldn't get any shared
knowledge. I still retained the right to scan them no matter what. Less than
half of them went back to class.
The next stage was getting Joey out of class at the same times as I was. We had
made a second storeroom the tutoring room just as planned. Higgs, Joey, and I
decided to make Joey another supposed tutor, and set up a third storeroom for
that purpose. With my two to four students per class being up in the tutor
room with me, we decided to work Joey's the exact same way, minus the month of
bogus tutoring.
Just as Joey and I were beginning to work out the bugs in our joint linking for
drawing the symbols, school politics threw a kink in the works.
Our tutoring program worked too well. Teachers, and even a few parents,
demanded that there be a tutoring program available for each class, and not just
limited to the freshmen classes. Higgs, Joey and I spent nearly two weeks
before figuring out some kind of solution, during which our drawing project was
put on hold.
All six storerooms were converted to tutoring sessions. Joey, Suzi, and I were
upset about losing our private room, especially since we had just got it all
fixed up. We left the carpeting in, but our new sofa and refrigerator had to be
taken to my father's south mansion. We had been so busy getting things ready,
the three of us hadn't even used the pullout bed.
After much debating with Higgs, he finally agreed that the only way this would
work without complete chaos erupting would be for me to miss class all week
while I supposedly instructed each tutor session how I had worked it. Every
hour of every day each of the six rooms had a tutor and tutorees. Every teacher
was given the opportunity to request a tutor session for each of their class
periods, but only if they had students who truly needed it.
Naturally, there were teachers who requested it for all of their classes,
teachers who requested it for some of their classes, and there were teachers who
did not request any at all. Somehow we managed to work out a schedule where
they all had a tutoring room assigned to them rotating every eleven school days.
So for a little over two weeks, I was busy randomly picking out students in the
tutor groups and 'motivating' them to do better. It took a whole month before
the tutoring program began losing it's popularity. The students I had motivated
stayed that way, and those who I hadn't, well, maybe they were helped a little,
but not enough to make up for the class time lost.
The school year ended two months after the tutoring program began. Higgs, Joey,
and I had worked out a better idea, and announced that the tutoring sessions
were not responsible for those students whose grades had improved. It was the
study skills I had been showing people that was truly responsible.
Our new program for next year was set up so any teacher could schedule a student
to work with Joey and I every other week during their class time. This gave us
the opportunity to use these students for our symbol drawing project, without
having more students than we actually could use hanging around. And each
student who agreed to do the drawing received a motivation booster that lasted
two weeks. The ones in our classes who allowed us to scan their knowledge
stayed motivated all the time.
Things did work out for the better. We not only got our room back, but now had
the other rooms if we needed them. They even had air conditioning put in each
one. We had the carpeting replaced in our 'private' room, made another one an
office, and a third we made our drawing room. The other three rooms were left
for special school uses, so we had to cover the windows on our doors to retain
privacy. The best part of the whole deal was the means to schedule anyone from
any grade to join our 'study' group with a simple suggestion from me.
Except for a few heavy making out sessions with a blow job from Suzi here and
there, the three of us hadn't had any sex since that weekend at my father's
north mansion. But we corrected that oversight on the last day of the school
year.
Joey, Suzi, and I were picked up by the convertible limo to the awe of many of
our school mates. As we pulled out of the school's lot, I felt a hand slipping
into my shorts and grasping my already hard dick.
I turned towards Suzi and immediately gave her ear a good tongue bath while my
right hand slipped under her top and bra to tweak her nipples. Suzi had to let
go of Joey's dick while Joey slipped down off the seat and worked himself
between her legs. While Joey pulled her shorts down, Suzi and I were busy
pulling each other's shirts off.
As the top finished closing above us, I released Suzi's breasts from their
confinement. Suzi moaned as Joey's tongue flicked back and forth over her clit.
While I started my own tongue work on her nipples, Suzi's hand stopped straining
to reach my dick.
After a few minutes of Joey's and my oral loving, Suzi slid down into a laying
position, pulling me with her. Joey, finding his access cut off, helped take my
shorts and underwear off before stripping himself.
As my dick slipped into her well lubed vagina, Suzi hands grabbed my ass cheeks
and pulled them apart. Joey understood her message, shucking a wad of spit onto
my ass hole which he immediately began working in with his fingers.
I slowly pumped my cock in and out of Suzi, fucking myself on Joey's fingers at
the same time. I was so aroused that Joey managed to slip three, and finally
even four fingers in which made me cum hard. My wiggling and moaning sent Suzi
over the edge, and she came a moment after I did.
Joey indicated to Suzi to scoot forward out from under me. While I buried my
face into her freshly fucked mound, Joey got on top of me and pressed his dick
against my hole.
The three of us moaned as Joey penetrated my ass hole, but we soon found our
positions somewhat restricting our enjoyment.
Joey dick made a popping sound as it came out, I got on my hands and knees, then
Suzi crawled under me. After several minutes of positioning pillows so Suzi and
I could be comfortable at each others crotches, Joey reentered my rectum with
ease and began madly fucking my shit hole.
Between Suzi's lips at my dick, and Joey's dick up my ass, the only thing I
could do at Suzi's muff was moan and rub my face in it. Suzi wasn't at all
displeased with this, saying later feeling my moans inside her like that aroused
her as much as watching Joey's balls slap against my ass.
I felt Joey's pace quicken suddenly, then he shoved his dick in even farther as
I felt his dick swell and shoot. At the same time, Suzi applied an incredible
amount of suction to my prick, and was rewarded by my screams of ecstasy and a
mouth full of cum which she gulped down.
Joey was still pumping away at my back door even though he had already cum once.
I was becoming more aware of the discomfort of my body's position after having
satisfied my lust. Suzi had worked my balls into her mouth which provided me
enough stimulation to dive my face back into her muff and go to town.
But my spread legs and knees reached the point where I had to ask them to let me
lay down or something. I figured they would want to fuck each other, but for
some reason they had other ideas.
I was on my back with my legs spread way apart as Joey continued to pound his
prick into my ass. Suzi was sitting on my face, then moved forward so she could
french Joey as I fondled her breasts and ate her out. We all moaned as Joey
exploded inside me again.
Suzi moved out of the way when Joey collapsed on top of me. Joey jumped when
Suzi's fingers started to rub his own rose, accidentally pulling out of me in
the process. I pulled Joey up to me and started frenching him, feeling his
hardon grow beside my own.
The limo pulled into the south mansion's drive at that point, so we more or less
stopped at that point. But ten minutes after that, we were all in the shower
soaping each other up.
Joey and I were hard again, and it didn't take long for Suzi to take advantage
of that. She impaled herself with Joey's rod and proceeded to hump him as he
stood there.
I couldn't decide which of them I wanted to fuck, so I got down on my knees and
started fingering both their asses. Joey's asshole let me in first, but Suzi's
nearly swallowed my knuckle while she orgasmed from my penetration. Suzi forced
Joey to lay down, making my decision for me on whose ass I was going to pound.
Suzi was humping Joey like a bitch in heat. Her pace was frantic and made it
impossible to enter her from behind. But after they both came, Suzi slowed down
and I was able to lock onto my target and launch my single missle.
Suzi's energy was fairly spent as I slapped my thighs against her ass, but her
tightness was all I needed to get off. I came in her ass, then sank down to the
floor beside them, panting from the exertion of it all.
"Hey, Tim?"
"Yeah Joey?"
"Do you think you could get it up again to fuck my ass?"
"I don't know Joey. I think I'm all fucked out."
"Hey, Suzi? Do you think that strap on... Suzi? Shit, Tim. She's asleep."
"Would you really let her use the strap on? It's huge."
"Tim, I'm so hard that it hurts. And it's your fault. Sticking your finger up
my ass, and not finishing the job."
"Shit, Joey. You're becoming as big of a slut asSuzi."
"I am NOT a slut!" Suzi said with her eyes closed.
"Why did you pretend to be asleep?" Joey asked.
"Because you would have gotten up, and I'm enjoying your hardness inside of me
too much. Ohh!..." she said as Joey pulsed it for her.
"Ohh!!" Joey echoed her as I simulated the same thing in his ass.
Joey squirmed and wiggled as I started the virtual butt fuck. Even though I
wasn't actually pounding in and out of him, Joey's body still rocked with my
mental thrusts. Suzi wasn't at all disturbed, finding his dick pulsing inside
her with every cycle of my imaginary humping.
Joey's legs spread wide as my invisible cock exploded inside him, and his own
member joined my phantom dick in shooting its load. Joey moaned into Suzi's
mouth, then rolled her over to promptly enter her ass for a quick fuck. He
barely did twelve strokes before he shuddered and collapsed, and it was his turn
to fake sleep, feeling my imaginary cock still hard and within him.
"Well," she said a few minutes later as she rolled Joey's limp body off her
back. "I think that was worth waiting for, don't you?"
I nodded my head, stood up, and turned off the water which was turning cold. I
helped Suzi up and we dried each other off, then we tried to talk Joey in
getting out. After he refused to answer us and feigned sleep, I picked him up
and carried him with difficulty to our bedroom.
When I laid him down, his eyes were still closed, but he couldn't cover up his
huge grin, or his restored woody. Suzi and I just looked at each other and
shrugged.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, holding each other, watching TV, and
sharing our love in a gentle and sensual way. That's what I had been waiting
for.
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