“She means a pro-sti-tute,” Bill Williams chipped in, humorously. “A full-time certified cock-sucker. A professional SLUT!” Mr. Williams was in his mid thirties and big and fat and, to Amanda’s mind, a bit crude and gross. But he’d been very kind to the family on a number of occasions, so he’d become a family friend.

“She could have a t-shirt made... “Blowjobs, 25¢,” Mr. Tanner added. He was an old man, but still quite spry and thin. Like Bill Williams, he had a wry wit, and the two often were into mischief together.

“Oh, she’d charge more than that,” his wife countered, earnestly. “She could make some nice money working downtown.”

“She’d have a line-up of cars waiting for her,” Mrs. Campbell said. And again, there was light laughter, but also general agreement.

Meanwhile, Mr. And Mrs. Scott looked at each other and nodded; and poor Amanda continued to gag and choke with her nose buried all the way in her teacher’s groin.

“Does everyone have all the pictures they want?” Mr. Garrett ultimately asked.

“You can let her up, if she isn’t stuck,” someone said. And once again, Amanda heard chuckles behind her.

Amanda gasped when she finally was allowed to come up for air. But after catching her breath, she apologized to Mr. Garrett for the delay.

“No problem, Dear,” he said.

And then his hand gently guided her head back down toward him and she latched back on to resume bobbing her head up and down... up and down... up and down.

The slide show included about 80 of the 250 or so pictures Olivia had taken, the best ones, several of them having little captions under them explaining what was going on at the time. As Amanda was her best friend, Olivia made sure to inject tongue-in-cheek humour into each slide, all the while only using pictures that really flattered her friend.

Mr. Garrett also provided some verbal commentary. Occasionally someone asked a question of him, and even occasionally of Amanda.

“Did that old guy REALLY reach all the way into your throat?”

“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded, as best she could.

Several slides and/or their captions caused people to laugh.

“Did that guy just walk up out of nowhere and stick his dick in her mouth?”

“He most definitely did,” Mr. Garrett replied.

Several times, Amanda heard her mom or someone else say:

“Oh, that’s a nice one!” or “Oh, she looks lovely in that one!”

And, all the while, though obviously curious and wishing that she could see the slides too, Amanda continued to suck her teacher’s bone. The mirror her mom had positioned was angled such that Amanda could better watch herself than the TV screen; but that was fun too.

A few slides were obviously special, as Amanda heard extended conversation about them behind her. Obviously, people were lingering on some of the slides. Everyone was especially moved by how the pretty teen had so lovingly taken the severely spastic young man into her mouth, having cleaned his groin area and cock of the wet stool he’d been incontinent of earlier. The older counsellor, Margaret, had even retrieved a couple of older, well-formed pieces of stool from Steven’s underwear, and there was a heart-warming picture of Margaret’s gloved hand placing one of them, which was roughly one third the size of a hotdog wiener, into Amanda’s open mouth, right onto the middle of her tongue, for the girl to get rid of (which she did).

The show took about 25 minutes, during which time Amanda swallowed three loads of cum from her favourite teacher; she never even unlatched. She just swallowed with his cock still in her mouth, and kept going. Mr. Garrett was NOT one of those men who goes all spazzy when he shoots a load. He mostly just held his breath and tightened his grip on the back of Amanda’s head. After he’d unloaded, his breaths returned and his grip lessened, and Manny was free to resume bobbing her head up and down again. She’d learned that day from her experiences with so many different males that lightly stimulating a man’s cock after he’s shot his load sends a tingling up and down his cock that is unparalleled; almost like the pins and needles one feels when a foot goes asleep; but much more intense and, in a weird way, enjoyable. She chuckled silently to herself as she did this not once, but twice to Mr. Garrett now. She could sense him squirming under her.

Amanda knew that the show was finished when her Mom suddenly started asking people if they wanted refills of their drinks and her Dad announced that he was going to now set up three of his own video-cams on tripods around the living room, a proclamation that made it crystal clear that much more fun was planned for Amanda. Kneeling upright with Mr. Garrett’s third load in her mouth, she glanced around the room and saw all the cameras and her dad busying himself with the last few details of set-up. And then she noticed her mom reaching a hand out to Father Sanders.

“ It looks like you’ve timed things perfectly,’ the teen heard Mr. Garrett say as she glanced back towards him to show him the big load she still had in her mouth.

She smiled and nodded at him… and then swallowed.

“I think you should be next, Father” her Mom then said, as she helped the 75-year old former minister up from his armchair.

Amanda let her dad position her on her knees at the precise centre of the three cameras, and then had her hold the retired minister’s cock quietly in her mouth while he himself scurried around re-aiming and focussing each of the cameras to give the best overall coverage. He’d already set up the cameras to project directly onto his plasma TV, the screen split into three so he could watch everything continuously while recording it. He also had a remote to zoom in and out with each camera. It took a couple of minutes but Amanda waited patiently. Because he was an avid photographer, she knew how serious her dad took these tasks. The final film, she knew without a doubt, would be wonderful.

“Oh dear,” Father Sanders said. “I really should use the bathroom to pee before we start.”

“Don’t be silly!” Mrs. Scott exclaimed. “Amanda won’t mind taking care of you, will you Sweetie?”

What could Amanda do but shake her head and wrap her lips a little tighter around the retired minister to prevent any leaks? Her eyes silently scanned all the eyes that were aimed at her as she waited for the stream to arrive.

“I’m sorry. It sometimes takes a minute,” Father Sanders said.

“Hmm hmmm,” Amanda assured him, encouragingly. She didn’t mind waiting.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she then hummed a short, playful little tune, to everyone’s amusement.

“What a lovely girl you have!” Father Sanders told Mr. and Mrs. Scott.

“We know,” they said in unison.

And then everyone waited some more.

“Just think of Niagara Falls,” Bill Williams joked, to more giggles.

“Okay dear,” the good minister finally said.

“Hmm hmm,” Amanda answered calmly, her big beautiful eyes looking up towards the old man’s face.

Within seconds, the stream started. Amanda tasted the piss on her tongue immediately and started to swallow. Then the stream stopped. Then it started again. Then it stopped. And then it started and kept flowing, and suddenly the pretty teen’s eyes grew REALLY big as she struggled to swallow fast enough. She DID NOT want any urine to leak out onto her pants or Mom’s carpet. To everyone’s amusement, the teen actually started to wiggle her bum restlessly and whimper weakly, her mouth was so full to the brim with piss she desperately wanted to swallow. It was both cute AND funny.

Finally, the stream slowed again; and then went stop and start a few more times. It took about two minutes for Father Sanders to empty his entire bladder into the pretty teen’s mouth, but it was time well spent. Father Sanders felt “much better now.” Amanda, in turn, even swallowing as quickly as she could, couldn’t help but dribble out a little bit. When the good reverend was done, her mom kindly gave the girl a Kleenex to clean up her chin.

“That goes for the rest of you gentlemen too,” Mrs. Scott ultimately said. “If you can hold it until it’s your turn, why waste a trip to the toilet?”

“She doesn’t want you to see how dirty our bathroom is,” Mr. Scott kidded, to his wife’s playful scowl. (In truth, Mrs. Scott always made sure the bathrooms were spotless.) But then he turned back to his daughter, who continued to rest quietly with Father Sander’s cock in her mouth awaiting further instructions.

“Okay, Sweetie,” Amanda’s Dad said, his cameras now all set and ready. “You can start now.”

So she did, slowly sliding her mouth up and down the 75-year old penis in her mouth, something she’d been doing all day. This was a little bit different, though. It was funny blowing a priest. But fun. Father Sanders had always had a quick wit and mischievous grin. At one point, he started to bless the top of Amanda’s head, which brought chuckles from everyone. And when he asked Amanda to confess all her sins, she played right along, telling him all about how she’d “hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm. Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm.”

“Really, my child?” he said, in fun. “Go on.”

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm. Hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm. Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm.”

And so on. And everyone had fun with this cute little performance.

But the biggest laugh came when the Sanders’ old black Labrador (Max accompanies them everywhere), eventually got up from where he was lying hidden by the side of the couch and came to sit next to where Amanda was. Like Father and Mrs. Sanders, Amanda had known Max forever. The black fur around his mouth had turned to grey and he definitely had slowed down. But he was still active, going for walks several times a day. Amanda loved Max, and when his paw came up into her lap, she started to pet his head. In return, he started to gently lick her face; and, all the while she continued to slide her mouth to and fro up Father Sander’s rod.

“Hmm hmm hmmm?” she asked the dog.

“I think Max wants a turn too, Amanda,” her Dad said, smiling broadly.

“Hmm hmmm,” Amanda shrugged and nodded; why not? Just as soon as she’d finished with Father Sanders.

“Hmm hmm hmmm?” she asked Max again, petting him on the head. And then she turned and resumed sucking Father Sanders more intently.

As she sucked, she listened to the conversation around her. Everyone was talking about things she’d done as a little girl, and how cute she was.

“She’s pretty cute now,” Mr. Tanner piped in.

“Hmm hmmmm!” Amanda thanked him emphatically. What a NICE thing to say!

Everyone wanted several pictures of Amanda with Father Sanders, and she was proud to pose with the priest who’d once baptized her. Then the good reverend finished and his old dog took his place, and the cameras all came out again. Everyone wanted pictures of Amanda with Max, and the teen was proud to oblige. She’d always wanted a dog of her own, but Mom had always worried about the business of walks and stuff. ‘Maybe Mom would let her get a dog now!’ she thought to herself.

Father Sanders held Max’ front paws up to help keep the animal hoisted up onto his hind legs. Amanda had gotten down on her hands and knees to reach him, and now Max was following his instincts and pumping away. This was good because, in her current position, it was easiest for the teen just to open wide and let Max do all the work. Also, in this position, as she had been with Mr. Vitaliani on the floor, Manny’s little bum was almost higher than her head and the seat of her pants the tightest ever.

“Oh, Amanda!” her Mom cried out. “Your bum is SO cute right now!”

“Hgggghhhh… hggghhhh… hggghhhh… hggghhhh…” Amanda said, her nose being bumped repeatedly by Max’s black belly. It was fun for everyone.

Max truly was funny to watch... he was so intense, pumping so hard and fast he sometimes lost his balance and stumbled, making everyone laugh. But he quickly recovered and resumed his work.

“Poor Max is SO excited!” Mrs. Sanders announced joyfully, to more chuckles. It was so heart-warming to see this old dog having his day again.

For an old dog, Max was tireless, years of pent up instincts suddenly unleashed. Everyone laughed at how long he kept going. For about 15 minutes straight, he kept thrusting his hips voraciously, almost without stop. With her mom kneeling right next to her and holding her head, all Amanda could do was tilt her head one way or the other to turn her eyes side to side. This she found she had to do, lest seeing the same big black object coming in and out within inches of her face give her a headache. At times, Max slowed down a little bit. But then he started up again, just as vigorously as before. And again everyone laughed.

“Hgggghhhh… hggghhhh… hggghhhh… hggghhhh…” Amanda said.

“C’mon, Max,” Bill Williams said. “Let the rest of us guys have a turn!” But the old neighbour who’d known the Scotts for 15 years was smiling broadly. It was only just 8 o’clock and it was Friday night no less. Amanda had at least the whole evening to catch up with everyone else.

With the pretty teen so bent over, all the men were especially enjoying Manny’s sweet little ass, and she soon felt more than one hand fondling it almost continuously. Everyone continued to praise her cute little panty-line, and Mom told everyone how Manny had just gone out to buy several pairs of satin panties a couple of days earlier.

“Sexy satin!” Mr. Tanner chuckled, and soon the others joined in.

“What colour panties are you wearing, Sweetie?” her mom asked her soon afterwards.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm… hmm,” Amanda answered, between Max’s thrusts.

Her mom looked up at where everyone else was sitting and shrugged. Then she looked back towards her daughter and asked: “Are they pink?”

“Hmm… hmm,” Amanda answered, trying to shake her head, but not being able to. Mom immediately recognized the communication problem and quickly thought up a solution. It wouldn’t be fair to have Manny interrupt what she was doing.

“Hold up one finger for ‘No’ and two for ‘Yes’,” Amanda was instructed. Then Mom asked again: “Pink?”

Amanda had to think about it, not because the answer was hard, but because it was hard to concentrate on anything with Max’s big black belly jerking to and fro, never more than 3 inches from her face, and because not puking was as big a concern as it had been all that day (and she had gagged A LOT). But finally she held up one finger on her right hand, which otherwise remained on the floor, like the left, to support her weight.

“Red?” Mrs. Tanner asked next.

“Hmm… hmm,” again Amanda tried to answer verbally, coordinating each ‘hmm’ with one of Max’s forward thrusts. But then she relented and held up one finger again.

Then everyone joined in: “Black?” “Blue?” “Purple?” “Green?” “Pink?” “We’ve already said pink.” “Yellow?” “Peach?” “Yellow?” “Yellow with purple and great polka dots?”

Then there was a pause, when everyone just stared at Amanda continuing to have her throat playfully pulverized. It was Father Sanders, in fact, who came up with the obvious but thus far neglected “White?”

“Hmmmmmm!” Amanda excitedly held up two fingers, but then made a second rotating gesture with her hand to mean ‘not quite’.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm… hmmm,” she repeated, emphatically.

There was silence and then nervous chuckling. And then Mom smiled. “Not quite white? Cream coloured? Not just white? White with something else?”

Amanda finally held up two fingers.

And that’s when Mrs. Campbell piped in with the suggestion to make it all a fun guessing game.

“Let’s all take turns guessing what design Manny has on her panties.”

“That’s a great idea!” Mrs. Scott, always one for fun party games, chimed. But let me play hostess again for a few minutes before we start.”

Mrs. Sanders kindly offered to hold Amanda’s head while Mrs. Scott, aided by Mrs. Tanner, got up to freshen up everyone’s drink and fill a couple of plates with cheese, crackers, and a few other things. Then Mrs. Scott took hold of Amanda’s head again, and everyone else (except Amanda’s dad who manned all the cameras; Amanda and, of course, Max) took their seats. It became almost a reverse game of charades, as everyone first tried to guess what design was on Manny’s panties.

“Stripes?” “Checks?” “Polka dots?” “Fish?” “Who said fish?” “Stars?”

“Cum stains?” Bill Williams said.

“Hmm........ hmmmmmmm!” Amanda scolded him light-heartedly, wiggling her finger to let him know how naughty he’d been, her verbal reprimand interrupted by one of Max’s more vehement thrusts.

It didn’t take long after that for someone to suggest flowers, and Amanda eagerly held up two fingers. Next came time to guess colours and flower sizes and designs, going around the circle in turn.

By now, the open door front door and all the earlier laughter had brought some additional neighbours in from the street, including 6 or 7 college boys who lived in a frat house a block down who had sensed a party glancing to see the big crowd through the living room’s floor to ceiling front window and had wondered if this was the home of someone they knew. They immediately were ushered in to watch and enjoy the fun.

“Come on in. We’re playing a fun little guessing game. Would you boys like some beer?” Mr. Scott asked them. He and Mrs. Scott truly liked young people.

And so it was that the game of guessing the colours and types of flowers on Amanda’s panties became a real party game. It took awhile, but as soon as Max was done, Mrs. Scott ushered one of the frat boys up to immediately take his place.

Amanda was trying to pick hair out of her teeth with her tongue when the new cock appeared. She looked up to say “Oh, hi!” but was instantly muffled by having this new cock shoved down her throat.

“Oh, hmmm!” she said instead.

“Sorry,” the guy said, politely. “May name is Jason.”

“Hmm… hmm,” she answered, as Jason was already face-fucking her.

And then the guessing game started up again. Finally, it was determined that Amanda was wearing white satin bikini panties with medium-sized pink and purple flowers (Amanda wasn’t sure what kind) and both dark and light green leaves.

“That was fun!” Mrs. Campbell said. “Why don’t we do another guessing game?”

And that’s when Amanda’s dad suggested they “turn the tables a little bit and have Amanda guess the colours of the underpants all us men are wearing.”

It took a few minutes to set up the rules, but it was clear that this game would be even more fun than the first. First, Amanda would guess the colour or colours for one man at a time. Second, she’d have to come up with a system for communicating each colour. “But she can’t point at colours and we can’t write anything down... we just have to REMEMBER if 3 fingers represents pink or whatever?” Mom said.

“Are any men wearing pink underwear?” Mr. Scott asked, to everyone’s amusement.

“Third rule, she can’t do the same pattern twice,” Mr. Garrett piped in. “That way it’ll be too easy. Someone will have to keep a record to make sure she doesn’t ask the same three colours in a row beyond the first time.”

“What happens if she does that or points at a colour?”

“She gets penalized.”

“How?”

And that’s when Mom suggested that, for every guess after her first guess, Amanda owed the man whose underwear colour she was guessing “an extra blowjob at some later date. And every time she’s penalized while guessing, everyone’s ‘prize’ gets doubled. So, if it takes her 5 extra guesses for one of you and 3 for another, and she gets 5 penalties over the evening, she’ll owe those two men 25 and 15 blowjobs; and so on.”

“Our job, gentlemen, is to help Manny take as many penalties as possible,” Father Sanders said, good-humouredly.

“What about me?” asked the college boy being blown.

“You start with ten future blowjobs just for being at the right place at the right time,” Mr. Scott announced firmly.

“And me?” asked Father Sanders.

“You, Father, can get as many blowjobs from her as you want. Now Amanda, teach us your colour scheme.”

To say everyone had fun with this stage of the game would be an understatement. It took Amanda a good 40 minutes to get everyone straight regarding her system. She started by holding up one finger and saying “hmmmm.” And people just guessed: “White?” “Green?” “Blue?” “Black?” And so on.

But with her mouth and throat still being pounded and a roomful of people guessing all at once, it was nigh impossible for her to hear who said what; and Mr. Tanner and Mr. Williams especially had fun trying to confuse things. And then these two clowns tried to confuse everyone further by listing wrong numbers and colours whenever anyone tried to review what had been learned so far.

“Was 4 fingers green or blue?”

“Hmmm,” Manny answered desperately.

“I think that was yellow wasn’t it?” said Bill Williams.

By the time Amanda got through all this and had guessed the colour of three pairs of under-shorts, she’d been penalized 17 times, mostly because she could never keep track of the order of colours she asked about. And the game had barely started! This meant that the frat boy she’d blown first already was owed 170 blowjobs. Meanwhile, Mr. Tanner, Mr. Williams, and a second frat boy were owed 110, 140 and 90 blowjobs, and counting, respectively.

It was a hoot!

When Amanda finished off Jason and Mr. Thomas from two doors down, she found herself face to face with Max again. Now it was her turn to laugh as Max was once again hoisted into place. This time, Amanda and the old dog played together for another 20 minutes or so. Eventually, seemingly out of the blue, Max pulled his paws away from his master and trotted off to the corner to lie down again.

“Do you have to go outside for a pee, Boy?” Mr. Scott asked the dog this time. But Amanda shook her head.

“Hmm hmmm,” she announced, her mouth still full of something. And then she explained further: “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm.”

“He already went?” her dad asked.

“Hmm hmmmm,” the girl nodded, a bit dolefully.

“In your mouth?”

“Hmm hmmmm,” the teen answered, shrugging her shoulders. And then she swallowed and smiled, just in time to have her mouth filled by Mr. and Mrs. Greyson’s son Tom, a socially awkward young man whom Mrs Greyson had called on her cell phone to enjoy the fun.

“You don’t mind, do you Millie?” she’d asked Mrs Scott. “I don’t think he’s ever been blown before.”

“Oh, of course not,” the hostess had said. “Tell him to hurry on down and we’ll shove him down Manny’s throat right away.”

Meanwhile, Max was receiving the hero’s treatment, with everyone reaching out to pet him.

“Good boy, Max! You’re just like your dad, the good Father Sanders,” Mr. Scott proclaimed boisterously as he watched Amanda accommodating Tom’s rapidly hardening rod; and the laughter already filling the room was joined by enthusiastic and sincere applause.

“Well done, Max!!!!”

“Does anyone else have to pee?” Mrs. Scott asked the crowd.

One of the frat boys put up his hand.

“Then I guess you’re next,” Amanda’s mother said, laughing as she glanced over at her daughter servicing Tom who, in addition to being socially awkward was, even his mother admitted it, not very bright and butt ugly. Consequently, it was heart-warming for everyone to watch him with Amanda. She was so pretty. He was so ugly and yet so amazingly excited right now, both hands holding the girl’s head as he rapidly and repeatedly drove his groin as hard as he could into her face, drool dripping from his mouth like some rabid animal.

Amanda was relieved when Tom shot his load. But she didn’t get to rest long. Her mom immediately urged the bladder-filled frat boy forward and into Amanda’s mouth.

Amanda’s mouth barely could contain the amount of urine this young man could generate, thanks to all the beer he’d drunk at an earlier party. Once again, her eyes grew huge and as she struggled to swallow fast enough and not gag from the hard jet of piss striking the back of her throat. At one point, a leak sprung, a thin spray erupting from the corner of Manny’s mouth to shower Uncle Charlie.

“Whoa!!!” several people said.

But Uncle Charlie, never fazed by anything, just chuckled. “First golden shower I’ve taken,” he said with a big toothy grin.

“Hmm hmmmmmm,” the girl apologized about 30 seconds later.

“No problem, little girl, “he said (he’d always called her that). “I’ll just get to pork your little piss-drinking mouth next.”

“Hmm hmmmm!” Amanda nodded eagerly. And, sure enough, one humungous mouthful of cum later, she got to have the boundary of her lips violated by good old Uncle Charlie.

“C’mere you,” he said, turning her head with his huge hands and playfully stuffing his cock into her mouth the second the second frat boy had vacated it.

Blowing Uncle Charlie was a lot what Amanda figured blowing her Dad would be like… they were so similar in size and mannerisms. When growing up, she actually thought they were half brothers. She knew that they couldn’t have had the same mother and father, because Manny’s dad was white, and Uncle Charlie, being from Jamaica, was as dark skinned as anyone could be. Otherwise, they were so similar. Uncle Charlie, like her Dad, was a gentle giant… 6 foot 4, but kind and soft-spoken and always well-intentioned. Both had a quick but kind wit. Both were very smart. And both loved Amanda. Amanda glanced towards her mom and saw the extremely pleased look on her face as Charlie slowly and gently, but surely slid his at least 10-inch cock further and further past Manny’s eagerly accepting lips.

“Whoa!” the frat boys all exclaimed, watching this humungous snake sliding into this pretty and petite girl’s mouth. By the time half of the length way gone, two things happened: (1) Amanda started to gag; and (2) her neck visibly swelled from the cock now entering it. But Amanda herself kept leaning forward, driving more and more of Charlie’s member down her throat. Soon, Mom was on her knees again, her hands on Amanda’s head to help her. It took about a minute, but soon Mom had pushed and twisted and tilted her daughter’s head in such a way that the last of Uncle Charlie’s humungous black cock had disappeared, and Amanda’s nose rested quietly and comfortably against his muscular black belly. Charlie was so tall, Manny had to kneel almost totally upright to accommodate him like this; but her waist still was slightly bent, and her bum jutted out ever so sensuously.

“New game…” Mr. Williams said. “Let’s see how LONG Amanda can stay like this?”

“I’ve got a stop watch,” one of the frat boys exclaimed, holding it up.

“Start timing,” Amanda heard Father Sanders say.

“One… two… three… four…” the boy started to count.

Amanda’s body was convulsing with gags every couple of seconds, but over the day she’d learned to tolerate this. Instead of pulling back, she pushed her nose harder into Uncle Charlie’s belly.

“Ten… eleven… twelve… thirteen…”

Mrs. Scott’s hand remained on the back of her daughter’s head. But she didn’t have to exert any pressure yet… Manny was doing this all on her own. Mom was so proud of her, and her pride continued to swell as Jake counted past thirty.

Also swelling was the cock in Amanda’s neck, as she continued to push harder and harder into Charlie’s belly to fight all urges to withdraw. She’d deep-throated Mr. Garrett for over two minutes at the start, while everyone had been taking pictures. But, admittedly, he was half the length and circumference of big Uncle Charlie, and Mom had really had to push down to keep Manny in place. Now, even across the room, everyone could see how much Amanda’s neck was swollen with cock. Several cameras now came out to capture it. Everyone was hoping they’d have time to great a picture.

“Sixty… sixty-one… sixty two… three… four… five… “

Amanda suddenly felt a hand gently caressing her bum, and wondered whose it might be (It was Mr. Garrett’s). It felt nice. Energized, and realizing that she’d let off a little bit, she lunged forward again, pushing her nose as hard into Uncle Charlie as she could.

“Eighty-one… two… three… four…”

And then Manny felt her Mom’s hand on the back of her head pushing. She’d sensed her daughter’s struggles and was going to help her. What a wonderful thing it could be if she could get to 3, 4 or even 5 minutes! Then, as if reading Mrs. Scott’s mind, Uncle Charlie’s two big hands lowered to take the back of Amanda’s head too. Manny felt the strength of those hands, and felt reassured. She knew that, if ever she faltered, those hands would be there to keep her in place.

“Thanks, Charlie,” Mrs. Scott said, removing her hand from Manny’s head and lovingly fondling Manny’s bum instead.

“Hmmm hmmmm (thank you)” Amanda thanked him too, but so softly it was almost inaudible.

And the other thing Amanda noticed was a voice right to her right side, up close, a voice she’d known all her life, saying: “Tilt your head just a little bit and look this way, Honey.”

Uncle Charlie’s hands helped, making sure she didn’t turn too much. And then she heard the click of her Dad’s camera.

“Oh, you are SO pretty right now, Sweetie,” her Dad said, as the camera clicked again.

“Hmmm hmmmm,” she said appreciatively.

There were other voices, of course, from all the other people in the room. But the voices mostly were hushed in reverent awe. How this petite young lady was deep-throating this huge black member for so long was beyond them. Amanda knew the answer to this, naturally: her tiny throat had been fucked for at least 7 or 8 of the last 10 hours. Though she still had a gag reflex, she had learned largely to ignore it. And her throat had been significantly stretched to the point where cocks like this now fit. Added to this was the fact that this was dear Uncle Charlie, whom she had admired and loved since childhood; her parents were right by her side; and her favourite teacher was watching and fondling her bum. And, if that wasn’t enough, there were at least 6 or 7 cute frat boys watching her.

Not that it was easy. Several times between the second and 7th minute, a gag rose up in her that made her come to the brink of puking, such that she instinctively tried to pull back. But that’s, luckily, where Uncle Charlie’s strong hands saved the day. Though she struggled for a moment, her hands pushing against his thighs, her bum wiggling, and her feet sometimes rising up from the floor and waving this way and that, he held firm until the wave of nausea passed. And then she drove her nose back into him resolutely. This was fun!!!

It was after 10 minutes that Mrs. Scott suggested that Uncle Charlie take his hands away. “I think she’s proved her point,” she said, smiling proudly.

Amanda lasted another 97 seconds after that, finally pulling back and gasping for air. The whole room applauded her for her efforts. But Mom reminded her that she still had “lots of work to do.” So the teen opened her mouth again and started now to slide up and down Uncle Charlie’s shaft to bring him to climax.

After Uncle Charlie slimed Amanda’s mouth, next came Bill Williams, who’d gained a LOT of weight over the years. The poor man had to lie all the way back on a recliner chair to keep his huge belly out of the way, the chair’s foot-rest down so Amanda could kneel between his legs and access his groin. He was hot too, so Amanda’s mom helped him to slip his shoes, pants and undershorts off, and unbutton the bottom half of his shirt. His entire groin area was red with a fungal rash of some kind, and there was a white cheesy material everywhere that smelled horrible. Amanda ‘s mom didn’t really want to get all this chiz on any of her towels, so she just told Amanda to clean it the best she could with her tongue. Amanda cleaned whatever there was on Bill’s cock itself, and otherwise decided not to use her hands at all, just her mouth, so not to get anything foul smelling on her hands. Instead, she just rested one hand on each of the chair’s armrests and plunged forward with her face.

Mom again helped Amanda by grabbing the back of her daughter’s head and forcefully but rhythmically pushing her up and down on the fat man’s member. Dad, of course, repositioned the video-cameras and squatted nearby with his digital camera to get close-ups. Every minute or so, he told Mom to hold Manny down for a bit so he could get some pretty deep-throat pictures; and instructed Amanda to turn her eyes towards the camera.

The poor teen could barely breathe with the fat man’s fat cock shoved down her throat and her nose completely buried in belly fat. But if she opened her mouth as wide as she could, this opened up her throat too, so she got by.

As fun as all this was, it was hard work; so Amanda was quite relieved when she got to finally swallow another well-earned mouthful of cum and kneel upright.

She breathed deep and started to turn her head towards the couch and ask “Who’s next?” But Mr. Tanner was so horny having watched Amanda bent over like that for so long that he shoved his cock into her mouth before she had a chance. She literally ended up saying “Who’s hggggghhkkkxxx?” as Mr. Tanner’s already rock hard rod was thrust all the way down her throat.

Everyone scrambled to catch up to the virile senior as he did his best impersonation of Max, pumping his hips faster than they’d moved in years. Mrs. Scott again held Amanda’s head (this time just to keep it from bouncing all around), and Mr. Scott quickly repositioned himself with his digital. Amanda was shocked by the violence of things at the start, but soon calmly rested her hands on Mr. Tanner’s knees and then on her own. Mr. Tanner’s member was not as thick as Mr. William’s was; but it was as rigid as metal and at least 6 inches long. Amanda’s head titled forward with every forward thrust the old man took, as his cock first struck the back of her throat, and then forced its way down into her throat an inch or two. Most entertaining was that Amanda couldn’t help but squeak a little every time the cock rammed down her throat. It was very cute.

Then Mr. Campbell stepped forward, and then a third frat boy, and then Max again, who Amanda was very pleased to play with a third time. Mr. Greyson followed the big black dog, followed by Mr. Billings, Mr. Brackson, and old, old Mr. Phillips, who insisted on standing but had to have one person on either side steadying him while Amanda’s mouth worked him over... then Mr. McElroy and his son, followed by a fourth boy from the college. And then Mr. Garrett stepped forward again, at Mrs. Scott’s insistence, just as he was getting ready to leave because it was nearing eleven o’clock.

“Manny wouldn’t have had such a fun day if it weren’t for you,” she reminded him.

Manny would have loved working on Mr. Garrett again. He was unequivocally her favourite teacher, especially now. And she loved the feel and taste of his cock more than most she’d had that day. But, after glancing at Mr. Garrett and her mom and dad, she suddenly said:

“Why don’t YOU blow him, Mom?”

Mrs. Scott’s first reaction was shock. But then she glanced at her husband, who was nodding and smiling, and then at Mr. Garrett, who was mouthing the word ‘Wow!’… and she quickly turned to the
three remaining frat boys to ask if they had a cell phone to call their house and gather up a few more.

“It’s only eleven o’clock,” Mrs. Scott said. “I’m sure Manny would love to tell her girl friends she’s blown a truck load of college boys the next time she sees them.”

“Sure, I’ve got one,” Mark, the most outgoing of the group, said, smiling broadly.

“Well... you call them up and then you other two gather round Manny, while we wait for more of your friends to arrive,” Mrs. Scott added. And then, her daughter clearly taken care of, she turned back to Mr. Garrett and, aided by her husband’s loving hand on one shoulder, dropped to her knees in front of the teacher, not three feet from where her daughter was kneeling taking the first of the two unfamiliar boys standing before her into her mouth, planning to alternate between them.

For the next ten minutes or so, Mrs. Scott blew Mr. Garrett while Manny focussed her attention on two, and then all three remaining frat boys. Millie (that was Mrs. Scott’s first name) was pleased that she could still watch her daughter having fun, all the while having some of her own. Naturally, Mr. Scott scurried around redirecting the 3 video-cams to capture both women at work, and then squatted close to his wife first with his digital, and then Manny (who was REALLY enjoying the three cocks on her plate). And all those who had remained had a wonderful double-header to watch and enjoy.

Even alternating between the two cocks in front of her, Manny couldn’t help but listen to Mark as he called back to his house. Before today, she’d never sucked cock. Now she’d sucked so many she’d long since lost count. But she and her girlfriends had often teased about blowing college boys; and now, she might end up blowing dozens . Sliding slowly back and forth along Mr. Garrett’s shaft, she waited for any hint of good news.

“That’s great!” Mark finally said. “Empty the house. Bring everybody down here.”

“Any luck?” Mrs. Scott couldn’t help but ask once Mark’s phone was on his lap again.

Mark nodded. “Yeah! I told them about Manny and everyone is coming down. Do you want me to call more guys I know?”

“Hmm hmmmm!” Amanda nodded emphatically.

“As many as you can,” Mom replied. “Tell them to hmmmm.” She would have said more but Professor Garrett had good-humouredly shoved his cock into her mouth to stifle her.

“It’ll all work out,” he told her reassuringly.

“Hmm hmmmm,” she nodded. He was right.

“I could keep Manny busy all weekend,” the young man cautioned. “Are you sure?” he asked, looking right at Manny.

Amanda, in turn, looked first towards her father. “Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” she asked, hopefully.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Mr. Scott declared.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked her mother.

“Hmm HMMM hmm hmmmm!” Mom replied happily, nodding with a little wrinkle in her brow to indicate… “Of COURSE you can!”

“How would YOU like to blow all the guys on EVERY sports team at the college?”

Amanda again nodded vigorously and then she and her mom glanced at each other and both of them were extremely pleased.

As it turns out, one call led to another led to five more. By the time the next morning had rolled around, Amanda had sucked 17 neighbours from up and down the street, 5 male classmates, 33 college boys, and 4 complete strangers.

After she’d finished Mr. Garrett, Mrs. Scott quickly stood up to busy herself whipping up snacks to feed the more than 50 frat boys whom Amanda hadn’t even gotten to yet. But, as soon as she had a range of chips and other snacks on the coffee table and a couple of side tables and stopped to ask “What next?” her husband’s hands came up from behind and pushed her firmly back down to her knees and he announced: “Come get her, Boys!”

Mrs. Scott suddenly disappeared amid a circle of college boys, much like Amanda had done, and her mouth was filled with cock before she could even thank her husband for his thoughtfulness.

“Hmmm hmmmmmm!” she called out from the throng.

Between them, Millie and Amanda Scott satisfied the remaining 50 or so strangers by just past mid-morning. Mrs. Scott often tried to get up to play the hostess, but no one let her. The BEST she could do was answer questions as to where everything was:

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmm,” she’d say as she tried to point things out. Not surprisingly, everything that needed to be found was found.

The school basketball team was due to arrive late that afternoon, after Manny and Mr. and Mrs. Scott took about a 5-hour nap. They were to be followed by the hockey team at around 9. But Mom found time to rise up from her knees to call and reschedule the hockey team when Mrs. Sampson showed up holding a really sexy pair of jeans she and her husband (the good reverend) had gone ahead and bought at the very same store she’d talked about the day before.

Amanda was busy with a 6 foot 8 basketball player, but her longing eyes told her Mom everything she needed to know.

“Daddy,” Mrs. Scott said to her husband. “I think, for a break, Manny might like to go work downtown for a few hours tonight. Would you be her pimp?” The way she asked the last question was so cute (her voice rising with every syllable) how could her husband say ‘No’? But, if that weren’t enough, he glanced towards his daughter, who still had managed to turn her head slightly towards him despite the huge athletic cock lodged several inches down her throat. The look in her big beautiful eyes said it all:

“Hmm hmmmm?” she asked excitedly, her eyes so full of longing.

Mr. Scott smiled right back at her: “I’m going to work you really hard, you know. There’s a corner on Talbot East where the Johns are endless. And we’ll make sure you’re right out front.”

Amanda would have squealed with delight, had the 6 foot 8 centre not plunged his cock even further down her throat. But she still showed her delight by wiggling her cute little bum (today donned in nice tight, white short shorts, along with a pink t-shirt and white sneakers to make her look ‘sporty’).

As much fun as it was with the basketball players (in whom she routinely deep-throated 10 to 12 inches and up) she couldn’t wait to slip into her new jeans. At 8:30, about 90 minutes later, she stood in the bathroom mirror, admiring how unbelievable her ass looked in the new dark navy 5-pocket designer stretch jeans she’d been gifted with, that had a cute little pink loop design on each back pocket, plus a sexy chain belt, tight short-sleeved pink top, and Mom’s 2½ inch black heels. As she leaned forward to put on her make-up, Dad stood behind her with his camera, catching everything from her expression in the mirror (doesn’t almost any girl look sexy putting on make-up?) to how her amazingly tight jeans hugged her buns and crack, to the sexy pumps on her feet.

“You look like the perfect little street slut,” her dad said, admiringly. Amanda just beamed when she heard him say this.

“I’m ready,” she said at last, turning to him, her smile as big as a little kid’s on Christmas morning.

“Let’s go then,” he said.

“But wait,” she stopped him. “There’s one more thing I need to do before we go.”

“What’s that, Sweetie?” he asked, having no clue as to her intentions; even though Mom, who was standing in the doorway with her camera out, had a definite inkling.

And that’s why Dad was completely surprised and Mom just smiled and aimed her camera, as Amanda quietly but confidently stepped right up to her father, quickly slipped down to her knees at his feet, and started to sensuously undo HIS zipper.

“Oh shit, Amanda!” he said, suddenly breathless.

“Aim your camera at the mirror, Daddy,” she told him.

And dutifully, he did.

Soon, Amanda would be having the time of her life working as a street hooker. True to his word, Dad would make sure that she stood right out front, right in the light of a street lamp. And, taking no chances, he even would pay a big black pimp standing in the shadows $1000 to (1) work Amanda as one of his girls, and (2) have several of the other hookers just disappear for about 5 hours, leaving just Amanda and a couple of others.

“Let me see what she can do first,” the pimp would say in response, matter-of-factly. Amanda then would drop to her knees right there on the sidewalk and take him down her throat so fast and so expertly, he’d soon ask Mr. Scott if Amanda wanted to work with him every weekend.

“Hmm hmmmmmm!” Amanda would nod excitedly, without a second’s hesitation.

“All right then,” the pimp would say. “Let me call some of my people. You know, to get some increased traffic here to-NIGHT… and REALLY work your little girl’s ass.”

“Thanks so much,” Mr. Scott would say, first squatting down and pulling out his camera to capture a few flattering pictures of Amanda with her new ‘boss’, and then waving to Amanda as he returned to his car to sit until about five minutes later when Amanda climbed into her first car, then himself heading home to give his wife the great news and catch a few hours of shut-eye, before coming back for his daughter at around three.

Amanda’s youthful looks and dark blue skin-tight jeans would be a real traffic stopper that night. Her dad returned at 2:00 to catch the last hour of her fun, and watched in amazement and pride as his little girl was picked up and carted off FIVE times… almost the second she returned from each call. Literally, she would climb out of one car, then walk over to Rufus to give him the money she’d earned, and then return to the edge of the sidewalk to lean into another car that invariably was waiting. With a zoom lens, Dad got several lovely pictures of Amanda leaning into the cars to meet new clients; and yes, damn it, her ass did look absolutely astounding in those jeans, especially wearing those heals.

“We’ll have to buy Manny about ten more pair of those jeans and shoes like that for her own,” Mr. Scott said to himself. “For work AND school.” (To hell with the old school uniform! One look at Amanda like this, and the principal would change the dress code for sure.)

In all, Amanda would end up giving 27 blowjobs to total strangers between 9:00 PM and 3:00 AM, mostly just kneeling in a semi-lit parking lot one block away. One time, she kneeled in the middle of SIX guys, who rotated around her while she blew them all at the same time, the others keeping themselves hard with their hands while waiting to rotate back around to the pretty girl’s mouth every couple of minutes. Her boss, Rufus, was amazed when she returned less than 20 minutes later. But he knew these guys, and the sizeable tip they’d given her was proof they ALL had been satisfied.

But again, that wasn’t this moment in the bathroom; that was later.

Also later would be tomorrow, when she’d have the college hockey team arriving at 10 AM. Then the football team and their two Great Dame mascots after lunch were scheduled to arrive to keep Amanda busy into the evening.

Incidentally, the two Danes were named Brutus and Pluto, and Amanda LOVED both of them. “I guess we’re getting her a Great Dane,” her dad whispered to his wife, who quickly kissed him on the cheek – she and Manny could BOTH drop to their knees to have fun with a Great Dane – “Or maybe WE could get two, so Manny and I don’t have to share,” she suggested slyly.

And then assorted other teams over the rest of the evening and well through the holiday Monday (when she’d wear new jeans Dad and Mom bought her from the same store as the first pair, plus her own pair of black 3-inch spike heels from a shoe store called ‘Pumps’).

And though she didn’t yet know it, Tuesday, at school, the video that Martin Haverson had made would surface and she’d be put to work again. But again, all that was later.

THIS was right now. And, right NOW - kneeling at the feet of the man she loved more than any other man in the world, with her mom smiling proudly from the doorway aiming her digital camera directly at her, and her own little bum reflecting so nicely in the huge bathroom mirror behind her - was family time.

‘What a lucky girl I am!’ she thought to herself as she peered ahead, opened her lips wide, and slowly leaned forward.

“Smile, Sweetie,” Mom said, after a moment.

“Hmm hmmmm,” Manny said, proudly looking right into the camera for what soon would be her favourite picture of the day… one that, within a week, would hang enlarged and framed on the living room wall behind the couch for ALL to see, AND in the main lobby at her school.