The Vicar of St Dunstan s Guide
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Bradley awoke to a strange sight. Lying beside him on the bed was Maggie (or May, or Melissa ... he had never actually gotten around to learning her name).
She was fast asleep, and she was totally naked.
He just lay there for a minute or two, appreciating her body - her tits weren’t as large as his sister’s, but they well shapely, suited her frame ... besides which, he was never going to complain to a pair of tits in his bed.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled shyly at him.
“Hey stud,” she said, and he just grinned. “Do you think we have time for another round before breakfast?”
Before he could answer, the door open, and his mother entered, carrying a tray full of food. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the two nude teenagers, but she smiled and made a show of shutting them.
“I’m not looking,” she said with a laugh. “I know how you kids get. Guide me through the mess, will you?”
Monica - or whoever - chuckled, and gave Brad’s mother directions through their clothes, which lay scattered throughout the room. Soon, she was at the bed, handing over two plates of bacon, eggs, toast and hash browns.
“So nice to see you again, Maddy,” she said as she closed the door. “You’re welcome over any time.”
“Your mother never remembers my name,” the cheerleader said with a grin. “How many girls do you bring home in a week?”
After they ate, the two got dressed and Brad’s mother gave them a lift into school.
“I’m sorry about Caitlin,” she said in a whisper as they piled into the car. Brad looked to see what she was referring to - Caitlin was standing at the top of the stairs, staring lustfully at the pair, a sneer on her face. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt, and her hair was stringy and matted.
“It’s fine,” May whispered back. “I just feel sorry for her, honestly.”
Those words rang around Bradley’s head all day. As soon as he arrived, female students flocked to give him a hug. One of them grabbed his hand and pulled him into the girl’s bathroom - less than a minute later, she was on her knees, totally nude, smiling up at him as she pulled his hardening member out of his pants.
As she enthusiastically fellated him, a small crowd of students (and, Brad noticed nervously, one teacher) gathered to watch. It didn’t slow her down, and so Bradley tried not to let it bother him.
When he came, pulling out of her mouth and spraying his seed all over her body, the throng of onlookers applauded.
The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion - Brad was basically king of the school. The boys loved him, the girls wanted him, and it seemed like some of the teachers were even flirting with him.
He continued pushing, trying to find a limit, but no matter what he did - grope girls during gym, distract his math teacher by flaunting the outline of his erection through his pants, even pull the head quarterback’s girlfriend away from him and start making out with her in front of him - no one seemed to care. It was all met with affectionate smiles and appreciation.
When the final bell of school rang, he declined all the offers of socialization (and companionship), and spent ten minutes seeking out Gabby to cancel the date they’d apparently arranged for that evening.
She was disappointed, but when he promised a rain check, she perked up again. He suspected he could text her at 2am and she’d come around for their “date”, but promised her dinner and a movie on the weekend to make up for the last-minute cancellation.
Instead of spending time with his hordes of new friends, he headed straight home, and knocked on his sister’s door.
“What do you want?” she said with a lustful stare. The sight of her acne (which hadn’t been apparent until he got up close) made him grimace, but he had an agenda.
“Take your top off,” he said, and a look of gleeful arrogance crossed her greasy face.
“Back for more, are you? Well, you know the rules...”
Brad stepped into the room and closed the door. Ignoring his sister’s objections, he pulled her shirt up, and was delighted that the changes to her face and wardrobe hadn’t affected those perfect tits.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she said with a splutter, once her face was visible again. “Is this some kind of trap?”
“Get on the bed,” he said.
She eyed him suspiciously, and - just as he had a few days earlier - glanced around to try to find a hidden camera.
“It’s not a trick,” he said with a sigh, trying to work out what would have convinced him earlier in the week. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Clothes off, get on the bed.”
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