Three of a Kind

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 8th episode of 'Three of a Kind' (Series Finale), Mandy is horrified and confused as to what she should do about the Sean situation. So in desperation she turns to her and Sean's teacher, Mr. Spencer. Later, the Thompson triplets set a trap for their intended targets and try to exact some revenge on the people who've wronged Mandy.

Original Airdate: Tuesday, April 27, 2010 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following 'The Jamie Lynn Spears "FUCK YOU" Show')

Story Codes: mf, oral, anal, mast

Mandy was in a quandary as she wandered through the halls. She knew how outraged her sisters would be if that painting became common knowledge. It didn't matter much that it was her and not them pictured, after all, it looked exactly like them too.

On the other hand she knew they thought her something of a half-wit. They tended to treat her like a child, which wasn't always bad, but didn't need any reinforcement just now. She hated to be yelled at, especially by Brandy or Sandy, and both were likely to do so, in stereo, when they found out what she'd done.

Then there was the problem of what Sandy would do, especially if she found out just how Sean had achieved that oh so accurate picture of her in the midst of an orgasm. She'd probably beat him up, which would get her into trouble, and likely expelled. Mandy hated violence, even against someone like Sean, and certainly didn't want to get Sandy expelled.

But she had no idea what to do! She'd already told Sean she wanted the picture and that he shouldn't display it, and he'd said no. What else could she do? Brandy would know something to do. Brandy always knew what to do.

She could go and see Mister Spencer! He was their arts teacher. He was a sensitive man and would see right away that Sean's picture was not only offensive to women but would cause deep trouble for her. Sean was his favorite student, of course, but that wouldn't matter. He was a teacher and that meant he simply had to be fair.

She hurried to his office, knocking urgently, rather than with the soft, hesitant tap she normally used.

"Yes?" she heard.

"It's me, Mandy Thompson," she called, "Can I come in, Mister Spencer?"

He opened the door and pulled it back, motioning her inside. His office was small and crowded with books, papers, and projects from students, but then most teachers didn't even have an office. He was head of the arts department though.

"Sit down, Mandy. What can I do for you?" She sat down and began to explain everything that had happened, leaving out how Sean masturbated her and how she used the vibrator and other things on herself, leaving out her shaved pussy as well.

"Hmmmm, as I understand it you agreed to pose for him."

"But I thought it would be abstract... more abstract, I mean."

"Mandy, you should know better than that. Abstract is anything the artist terms it. Not everything abstract is totally opaque, some conceptual work is only a slight distortion of reality. In the case of the painting you've described it is a mix of reality and imagination. Certainly giant bananas can't be termed anything but abstract."

"Weeeeelllll," she squirmed unhappily.

"I haven't seen it yet, of course, but Sean has kept me informed to some extent on the progress of the work."

"He has?"

"Well, of course. After all, I sponsored him to the gallery contest," he said proudly.

"Ohhh." She wondered just how much Sean had told him.

"Frankly, I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about. Any artist will recognize that it is merely an artist's interpretation and statement about his vision of reality."

"But... but... they'll see me naked!" she protested.

"There's nothing intrinsically faultworthy in the naked human body, Mandy," he sighed, as though disappointed in her. "And certainly, even by this society's stringent concepts of attractiveness you have little to fear. You are quite a attractive young woman."

"But my sisters will be furious."

"Why should it involve them?"

"Well it's their body too. I mean, it isn't, but it is. I mean, people will think it is, which it is, if you get my meaning."

He sighed wearily.

"What exactly was the pose? Describe it."

"Well it was sort of, with my arms up and my head back and this leg out sort of, and my knee bent, and then this one back and to one side and... "

"Wait." He held up his hand. "Show me the pose." She stood up and tried to pose as she had but she was wearing a dress with a tube skirt and she couldn't open her legs enough.

"Uhm, I can't in this."

"Then remove it. Unless it's simple nudity you're embarrassed about."

"Well, uh, no, not really."

"Well then?"

She swallowed nervously, but she'd done it with Sean, so...

She unzipped the back of her dress and let it slip down around her ankles. She wasn't wearing any underwear because she had come right from posing and had been so upset at seeing the painting she'd forgotten to put hers on. She reddened as he looked at her, but then he motioned with his hands for her to go ahead.

She assumed the pose she had done for Sean.

"Was that the way you appeared in the painting?"

"No."

"How did you appear in the painting?"

"Well, I was sort of sitting on a banana, only it was really big."

"Like a stool?

"A high one."

"Turn that chair around and straddle the side of the back."

"Oh. Okay."

She turned the heavy chair to one side and slid her ass back onto the back of it, spreading her legs as she perched on the edge, raising her hands and arching her back.

"Wait a minute," he said. He got up and pulled what looked like a lunch box out from beneath his desk.

"This is very fortuitous," he murmured. He opened the box and brought out a banana, then leaned forward and placed the end against her bared slit.

"Hold that in place... Oh, you can't can you if you're to keep your arms posed like that." He got up and stood beside her as she swallowed uneasily, then he pressed the banana against her slit and held it there as she held her pose.

"And your expression?'

Was this really necessary, she thought. But then he was the teacher. She tried to form her face into an expression of bliss. That was embarrassing too. She hadn't posed like that, after all. Sean had painted her as she was in orgasm.

She felt a little tingle in her loins. She was straddling the chair back and it was pressing up tight against her ass and cunt mound. And was the banana moving against her. No, he was holding it still. She must be moving. No, he was moving it, just a little.

"Hmmmmmm," he said. "It's hard to evaluate. Maybe you'll do better if I do this like Sean did. Her eyes opened wide at those words. So Sean HAD told him!

Then fingers began rubbing against her slit, rubbing up and down over her clitty. She gasped and brought her arms down and her head forward. He was standing right beside her and before she could do anything to move away his left arm slid around her.

He was a large man, though thin, and his arm almost completely encircled her, pinning her left arm to her side. Her right arm was pinned between his side and her other side and he held her firmly in place as he rubbed the fingers of his right hand up and down her slit.

She moaned weakly, her cunt hissing and sparkling with sexual desire, desire that increased with each passing second. She jerked several times, trying to pull away, but he didn't even have to hold her hard to keep her where she was.

And then she moaned and let her head fall back as a muscle spasm in her groin made her body go rubbery for a moment. He twisted a finger up inside her pussy and pumped it in and out as she rubbed and squeezed her clitty, and she melted against him, trembling and shaking, her head moving in fits and starts, the slowly falling back as she groaned long and low.

She felt her vaginal lips spreading and with massive effort brought her head forward and looked down to see the banana half buried in her quim. She watched dazedly as Spencer pushed it in right to the oppose tip he was holding.

She felt full, bulging inside. She whimpered as he let go of the banana and began rubbing her clitty with his fingers again. Her body was racked with convulsions that sent her jerking backwards, further along the back of the chair.

Her legs left the floor, twitching and shaking and jerking and bouncing against the sides of the chair as she leaned back and screwed her ass down onto the back of the chair, griding her cunt pad across the soft leather as her body blasted into orgasmic release.

Her upper body twisted and gyrated like a go-go dancer as her legs slapped and bounced against the chair and her head lolled backwards. Then Spencer gripped her by the upper arms and jerked her forward off the chair, pushing her belly against the side of his desk and bending her over it.

She groaned anew as her breasts were crushed against the hard wood. She felt his hands stroking her buttocks, and as she started to come down from her sexual high, his hands slid to her thighs and pulled them wide apart.

Then she felt his tongue at her crotch. He licked his tongue up and down her slit, twirling it against her clitty as he pried the banana out of her spasming box.She grunted as she felt the banana sliding out of her, then groaned as he thrust it back in.

He pumped the banana in and out several times as he licked at her clitty and slit, then pushed it far inside, until the tip was just between her cunt lips. His hands slid up and down her thighs as he slurped and sucked on her half open box, then they slid upwards onto her soft round ass cheeks and began to caress them with hungry delight.

She groaned again and again, feeling the pressure and heat build up in her groin again. Her eyes focused and unfocused as her mind reeled. The air puffed out between her clenched teeth as she began to jerk and bounce against the table.

Then he slowly eased the banana out of her slit and stood up. She heard the sound of a zipper going down, then felt something exquisitely soft against her slit. She blinked and panted and stared at the wall the desk was pressed against.

She felt that soft thing pressing into her, piercing her cunt lips and moving into her body. She knew what it was and there was a strange sense of both loss and gratification that a male cock was finally going into her virgin sheath.

It felt very different than the banana, or the vibrator or the cucumber had. It felt much nicer, muuuuuuch nicer. She inhaled, the sound loud and harsh as the air rushed down her throat, then her body shuddered as she felt his cock knob mash up against her cervix.

"Ohhhhhh! Oh Myyyy!" she groaned, her eyes wide, then they slowly closed to narrow slits... until he slid his cock back down he pussy tunnel and then thrust forward hard. At that her eyes opened wide and her back arched as she let out a cry of pleasure.

She forgot about the painting, forgot about her embarrassment, forgot about her sisters. She had a cock inside her, a cock FUCKing her, and that was all that mattered right then. She pushed herself upwards off the desk top, wanting to see behind her, to see the penis pushing into her vagina.

She turned her head to look and saw his cock shaft, or some of it anyway, as it slid back out from between her ass cheeks. Then his lips were pressing against her mouth, his left hand griping her hair in a painfully tight hold and twisting her head over to the right so he could mash his lips against her.

His right hand slid around her and squeezed her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples, and mashing his fingers deep into the malleable tit meat, distorting their perfect roundness.

Then his hand slid down her belly and in between her legs, his fingertips sliding between her gaping cunt lips and pressing down hard against her clitty, forcing it down against his cock as it slid back and forth between her cunt lips.

She whined and groaned, panting and gasping for breath as her overheated body boiled and churned with sexual bliss. She came again, instinctively humping her ass back against Spencer as she mewled in mindless delight. A bright white flared before her eyes, blinding her, sealing her in her own world with the frantic blasting sensations of ecstasy rippling up and down her nervous system.

She almost fell forward hard into the desk but Spencer gripped her around the belly. She lolled almost lifelessly, her head falling forward, her eyes dull, jaw slack. He held her against him, then pulled his cock out of her slit.

Holding her steady, he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. She didn't realize it at first, nor hear his murmured comments about lack of birth control. She felt a sharp little stabbing pain in her ass, but her mind was barely aware of anything at that moment.

Then when she did resume some awareness she felt his cock pushing deep into her rectum. Her eyes opened in shock. This was not something she'd ever even thought about doing. She'd only even heard of it the other week when Sandy had brought it up to embarrass their parents.

Now she could feel his thick organ up in her guts, causing cramping pains as the head lodged against the very end of her ass tube.

She groaned in pain, shaking her head to try and clear it. Spencer's hips were pressing her into the side of the desk and his arms were around her under her arms. She could do nothing, had no energy to do anything, as he slowly pumped his hips forward and drew them back, sliding his hard cock up and down her anal tube.

She whimpered in confusion and unhappiness, not liking the feel of his big cock in her rectum. But then one of his hands slid down between her legs again and began fingering her clitty. The pain dissolved in the steamy buffeting howl of pleasure that tore through her.

She groaned and let her head loll back against his chest as he pumped harder into her. His fingers squeezing and twisting and pulling at her clitty as he thrust deeply into her rectum. She shivered and jerked and grunted, her hips bruised as the banged repeatedly into the side of the desk.

Her ass felt hot and raw as his cock pistoned up and down inside it, and yet her body rippled with sexual bliss.

Then he thrust hard into her, harder than before, his hips smashing into her ass cheeks, his cock spearing up into her bowels. The hand around her chest jerked back hard, arching her back against him as his cock spewed out a hot, heavy load of sperm, pumping thick, creamy wads up into her guts.

She came, her mouth opening in a soundless howl of anguished pleasure as fire ripped up and down her body. She heaved and shook and writhed in his grasp, her hips grinding against the side of the desk as her asshole swallowed all his cum and tried to suck his cock in deeper still.

Then he let her down onto the desk as he staggered back to fall into his chair. His cock slipped out of her asshole with a sharp slurping pop and she lay near unconsciously across his desk, trying to bring together the scattered parts of her mind.

- - - - -

Mandy tearfully confessed all to her sisters that night. As she'd expected, they were furious. They didn't curse at her though, nor even yell at her... much. They saved most of their anger for Sean and Mister Spencer. This confused her to a degree since she thought she was really to blame.

She didn't even really mind what Mister Spencer had done. It had felt so wonderful, after all. She got shivers just thinking about how fantastic it had been.

Sandy was all for taking a butcher knife and cutting off Sean's and Mister Spencer's cocks. Brandy slowly talked her out of it, and the two developed a plan both to get even and to get back the painting.

- - - - -

"Hello, Mister Spencer, It's meee," the musical voice called. Spencer shook his head a little and gave a snort of condescending amusement. He pushed back his chair and opened the door to find Mandy standing there, wearing a sweet looking little dress.

"Mandy, my dear. Come in," he smiled. She shook her head, smiling back. She turned to look both ways, then turned back to him.

"Wanna have some fun again?" she said, almost whispering.

"Well, now, I'm a little busy, but I can always make time for one of my favorite students."

"Let's go to the studio. There's more room." He shrugged and smiled down at her as he came out of his office and accompanied her down the hall to the studio. He unlocked it and led her inside, flicking on the light. It didn't come on. He grumbled and looked around. There was light coming from somewhere.

"We don't need light, Mister Spencer," Mandy said, her small hand folding around his crotch and squeezing it. He grinned and slid his hand up under her skirt, squeezing her ass. He pulled her against him and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She pulled back after a moment, giggling a little.

She stepped back and she could see the light was coming through the partly closed curtains. She reached down to the hem of her short dress and gripped the hem cross handed, lifting the dress up and off in a single fluid motion. She was naked, but for high heels. She turned and waved her bottom at him, grinning.

His hands quickly undid his pants and pulled them down, together with his underwear. He stepped out of them, then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off as well. He walked forward in just his shoes as Mandy continued to wave her ass saucily at him.

She shuffled forward and he followed, blinking his eyes in the dim light. Suddenly there was a cry of pain from his right. Just then Mandy turned and brought her knee up into his crotch. He cried out and doubled over as she shoved him to the right, hard. He stumbled and fell across someone on the floor.

Then the lights sprang on. He saw that he was lying on top of Sean, who was also naked. They both groaned as they tried to cup their balls with one hand and push away from each other with the other. Mandy stood back snapping pictures and laughing.

No, that wasn't Mandy. It couldn't be. And there were two of them. The one snapping pictures was wearing a pants suit. The naked Mandy was putting on her dress and sneering at the two naked males on the floor.

"This will look outstanding on the front of the school paper, Mister Spencer," the clothed Mandy said, in a deadly voice.

"Yeah, you two fags will be real popular with the principal, not to mention your wife, Spencer, you dumb fuck."

"B... Brandy!" Spencer gasped, still cupping his balls as he tried to rise. Sean looked around wildly. "Josh?" he called.

Josh Taylor came out of the shadows, donning his shirt and grinning down at the beleaguered boy.

"Brandy is a good friend of mine, Sean," he sighed, "And I never liked you anyway. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have to like ALL assholes."

"Okay you two fuck heads," one of the fake Mandy's said. "We want the painting, or else both of you are dead meat."

"Noooo," Sean groaned, his lip quivering.

"Give them the painting you stupid fucker!" Spencer growled.

"But I worked so hard," Sean wailed.

Spencer finally let go of his balls and grabbed his pants. Then yelped as he felt a hard foot in his rear that sent him thumping into the wall. He fell down again, looking up fearfully at one of the fake Mandys.

"Sandy," he said, with certainty.

"Right, asshole. Now where's the painting."

"Where is it?" He gritted at Sean.

"I locked it in one of the cabinets."

"Get it."

Sean got up warily, still holding his crotch as he shuffled across the room to one of the wall cabinets, spun the dial and unlocked it. He brought out the painting and carried it back to the group waiting by the wall.

"All women are whores," he said sulkily, as Sandy took the painting from him. She examined it briefly and then brought it down across his head. His head and torso tore through the canvas and he fell to the floor, his arms pinned by the frame.

"Oh, and Mister Spencer," Brandy said, "Mandy and I don't want to be in any of your classes any more. So you'll resign from the school tomorrow morning."

"I will not!"

"You either resign or get fired. If you get fired for this," she held up her camera, "You'll never work again."

"Asshole," Sandy added. She tore the painting off Sean and ripped the torn canvas free from the frame, scrunching it up setting it on fire with a small lighter, then tossing it into a nearby wastebasket.

"And as for you, you little prick," Sandy glared at Sean, who crawled backwards away from her. "If you show up at school again and I see you, I'm gonna cut off your dick and put it under the wheel of the first bus I come to." The two walked out of the room, with Josh following.

- - - - -

Mark knocked on the door, but it opened before his fist. He pushed it open and walked in. "Sandy?" he called. "Brandy? Mandy?" He knew their parents weren't home because Sandy had told him. He walked further into the room, closing the door behind him.

Then the lights came on. Sandy was standing by the light switch, her beautiful face haloed by a shimmering mass of golden hair. She wore a pink satin camisole with tiny straps and a little pair of pink bikini panties. She looked hungrily at him and he felt his cock give a lurch.

Then Brandy stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen. She had her hair made identically to the first one, only she was wearing a blue lace bra and G-string, a matching garter belt and bustier, and high stockings with high heels. He gulped and felt his cock bulge against his jeans.

Then Mandy stepped out of the doorway to the bathroom. Her hair was the same as the other two, and she was wearing a red silk teddy. His cock threatened to rip through his pants.

"I'm in heaven," he gasped, as the three sauntered towards him. "If this is a dream, please God don't let me wake up now," he groaned, as their hands slid onto his body.