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Amanda’s Life-Saving Blowjobs : PART 2 free porn video
One of the first students to arrive home after being blown by Amanda was Martin Haverson. This was because all the school buses had long gone, most of the students lived some distance away and needed to call their parents for rides, and Martin has his own car. He also was one of the first to have fucked Amanda’s mouth, having been, in fact, the first to fuck Amanda’s best friend Olivia’s asshole while waiting for Amanda’s mouth to come available, and then gone straight from one to the other.
“Here’s a little extra meat for you, Manny,” he’d said, offering his cock to her with Olivia’s shit all over it. Amanda had already tasted Mr. Vitaliani’s dried on shit and the disabled man Steven’s mostly liquid stool, so this was a refreshing difference… nicely formed stool that coated Martin’s cock just for her. She peered over at her friend Olivia, who still was on her back draped over Mr. Garrett’s desk, her head tilted back and her throat being royally reamed by Ben Sanders, and her poop chute violated by some other boy Amanda didn’t recognize.
‘Thanks Olivia,’ Amanda chuckled as she opened her mouth up wide for this new taste sensation.
Being rich, Martin Haverson also owned expensive toys; and among his favourites were the various spy cameras he had, all part of his dream to one day be a documentary film producer. Today he wore what appeared to be an ordinary, thought slightly larger than normal, ring, and had pencil and pen cameras in his shirt pocket. But, in fact, they all were high-definition digital cameras with resolution capability surpassing most full-sized video-cams. With that ring, he had caught Susan Rayner, the head cheerleader, being gang-banged in the boy’s locker room – three boys from the senior football team alternating between all three holes with Susan still in her cheerleader uniform; and Tammy Crofton when she had worn jeans as tight as a prostitute’s and then had given free blowjobs to over 15 different guys in the boy’s bathroom during the first week of school. Both films had been distributed widely by some anonymous person (understandably, Martin kept his spy-cams a secret) and had landed on the principal’s desk. Interestingly, Susan wasn’t punished at all; and Tammy got in trouble not for the blowjobs or setting up shop in the boys’ bathroom, but for having worn a chain and not the school-mandated belt with her jeans (a rule since changed).
Today, between the ring on his hand, and his pen and pencil strategically placed in out of the way places nearby, Martin had captured everything from Mr. Vitaliani’s first few moments lying on the floor, to Margaret the counsellor going to speak to Mr. Garrett, to Margaret pulling Amanda by the arm to kneel next to Mr. Vitaliani, to everything that followed: her blowjob that restored this 83-year old man’s heart back from the brink; the 10 or so blowjobs to various patrons that followed at the ‘Y’; Amanda blowing the bus driver outside the bus and then Mr. Garrett on the bus; and then the first hour or so of ‘detention’ in Mr. Garrett’s classroom, during which Amanda was put to work again on all the boys and a few of the girls who’d been on the field trip with her.
But now he was home, at his computer, with several hours of fine film coverage. And he was in the mood to create his best documentary yet: about how a pretty teen’s mouth saved both an old man’s life and what otherwise would have been (at least to him) and exceedingly boring field trip.
Meanwhile, Olivia got home at around six, her ass sore but her spirits soaring. She’d managed to capture over 250 really nice pictures of Amanda with Mr. Vitaliani, Steven and all the others at the at the ‘Y’, followed by Amanda’s ride home; and, because she’d handed her camera to someone else, also some of what had transpired in the classroom. And now she wanted to do something really nice for her friend. She knew and really liked Amanda’s mom, Mrs. Scott. So, while Amanda remained on her knees blowing the last few students, and then the two janitors, Olivia quickly put together a quick little slide show; emailed it to Amanda’s mom’s email account; and then sent her a quick text message: “Urgent – check ur email”
Consequently, by the time Mr. Garrett drove Amanda home, Amanda’s mom and dad had both seen the slide show and had burned it to a DVD disc, and now were showing it on their 48-inch, flat screen TV/wall monitor. In fact, they had invited several old neighbours over and everyone was on couches and chairs enjoying it when Amanda and Mr. Garrett arrived at the door. Mom must have heard something, because she got up to look and found Amanda on her knees thanking Mr. Garrett one last time on the front stoop.
“Hello, Mr. Garrett,” Mom said brightly. “I hear that you have kept our daughter busy today.”
“She’s been quite a trooper,” he replied, fondly stroking Amanda’s head as he continued to pump his hips.
Mrs. Scott looked down at her daughter lovingly. “Dad and I have several old neighbours over and we’re all about to sit down and enjoy a very lovely slide show your friend Olivia sent us, Manny. Why don’t you invite Mr. Garnett inside?”
“Hmmm?” Amanda asked, her mouth still being pounded.
“Come on in. You can continue that in the living room,” Mom insisted.
Somewhat reluctantly, the teen let her teacher’s cock slip from her mouth and she stood up, reaching out to take Mr. Garrett’s hand and, thus, lead him.
There was applause when Amanda walked through the door.
“Here comes the hero!” someone announced.
Amanda looked around in disbelief. At least 6 couples from all down the street were there, including Father and Mrs. Sanders, a retired minister and his wife who lived next door and had known Amanda since she was little.
“That was a brave and wonderful thing you did, my Dear,” Father Sanders said.
“Come sit over here Mr. Garrett,” Mom said, letting him sit in the comfortable armchair she’d been sitting in after angling it towards the TV screen and quickly bringing in a stand alone mirror and placing it a bit behind the chair and also angled in a particular way, “so both you AND Amanda can see the show.”
The teacher sat and the teen dropped back down to her knees.
“Would you like something to drink?” Mrs. Scott asked him, Amanda immediately having resumed sucking his cock. “Some coffee? A beer? Wine?”
“Just coffee, please,” he answered. And then he admired Mrs. Scott as she turned to retrieve a cup of coffee for him from the kitchen. In white heels, nice light blue 5-pocket Guess jeans, and a light yellow sweater, and still only in her late thirties, Amanda’s mom still had a great figure and a great ass. And the cuteness of Manny’s face had blossomed into mature beauty in her own. ‘Mr. Scott… you’re a lucky man,’ the teacher thought to himself.
“There’s that famous little bum,” Mr. Greyson said, glancing back Amanda’s way. With Mr. Garrett sitting in a soft chair, Amanda’s waist was bent and her bum jutted out nicely, making her camel-coloured pants tighter than had she been kneeling fully upright. And her now-famous panty line was in clear view.
“Go deep and hold it for a minute, Honey,” her Mom told her; and Mr. Garrett pushed Amanda’s head down all the way with both of his large, strong hands.
“Hggggghhhhmmmmgh!” Amanda said, happily.
“Doesn’t she look good in pants?” her Mom asked everyone, proudly. “I’ve always said she looked good in pants.”
“Let’s all get our cameras out,” her Dad proposed, joyfully. And Amanda heard a bustle of activity behind her as people moved in for close-ups.
“I think Amanda’s little bum is giving ME chest pain,” Mr. Davis said after about a minute, and everyone laughed.
“Looks like you’ll have to suck Uncle Charlie next, Manny” Mom joked, to more laughter. They’d called Charlie Davis Uncle Charlie since Amanda was a little girl, because he and Mrs. Davis often babysat her.
“Hggggghhhhmmmmgh! Hgggggggghhhhmmmmmghguhghhh!” Amanda replied, clearly pleased at the prospect of having fun with Uncle Charlie, who was among the nicest men she’d ever known.
“If you got her some nice tight jeans, she could work downtown,” Mrs. Sanders suggested, earnestly. “I saw some jeans at the mall that would be perfect for her.”
Mrs. Scott’s eyes lit up with excitement, so old Mrs. Sanders continued: “They’re deep navy blue stretch jeans, with a cute little design on each of the back pockets. In fact, there are several different designs you could choose from. And they’re intended to be worn REALLY tight. Any one of them would look lovely on Amanda. With the right top and heels and maybe a sexy belt, there’d be no doubt to anyone passing by that she’s a working girl.”
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