Amanda’s Life-Saving Blowjobs – PART 1

Amanda just kept working, but had become increasingly aware of Mr. Vitaliani’s hand fondling her bum; and this reminded her that she’d almost not worn her satin panties. Knowing that all her friends and several cute boys from school were watching, she shed her earlier feelings of guilt and, in fact, was happy now that she had. By her earlier comment – about Mr. Vitaliani being too excited seeing Amanda standing there in her pants and panties - the counsellor must have meant that Mr. Vitaliani LIKED her panties? She suddenly was immensely proud of them. Not that she wished the old man a heart attack. But she had really gotten into this blowjob by now. She loved being the centre of everyone’s attention. She loved the fact that all these cute guys from her school were really getting to enjoy her panty-line the way she herself did in the mirror. And now that the gagging happened less often, even the gagging was fun, in its own way. She suddenly decided to plunge all the way down onto Mr. V’s cock and hold it there herself for as long as she could… let’s give everyone a show!

“Look here, Amanda,” her teacher soon whispered.

And the girl raised her eyes up to see the teacher squatting really close with his camera pointed right at her.

“Say cheeeese!” he whispered.

She just looked at him silently.

And then, after he took several pictures and she again tried to look as pretty as possible for them, he reached out his hand to hold her head down.

“How are you doing Mr. Vitaliani,” the teacher now asked.

“Much, much better,” the old man answered, his voice clearly stronger.

“Let’s go for two minutes this time, Manny,” the teacher told the girl, his hand on her head suddenly more immovable.

“Hmm hmm,” came her mumbled approval.

By the time 15 minutes had passed since the start of everything, Mr. Vitaliani was in a laughing mood, and so was everyone else. The place had taken on a kind of festive feel, like after a successful election (but, in this case, it was more of a ‘sucked full erection’.) But Amanda continued to work. She needed no prompting now, bobbing her head up and down into the old man’s groin. She heard the laughter and light banter all around her. She had heard the paramedics arrive several minutes earlier and Margaret calmly tell them that “the old man is feeling much better… lets give the girl a few more minutes.”

Amanda continued to suck as one paramedic took the old man’s pulse and blood pressure, and the other asked him questions. Both paramedics laughed when told that Amanda’s cute little bum had been the source of everything. But, glancing over at the implicated body part, they both agreed.

“I don’t blame the old man one bit,” one said.

Amanda was so pleased.

Someone brought the two emergency workers each a cup of coffee to enjoy as they waited for Amanda to finish what she was doing.

“Thanks,” they said. “It’s not often we get to enjoy coffee and a show on the road,” added one.

And again, everyone laughed.

Amanda had never sucked cock before, but she had been improving steadily over the now almost twenty minutes since all this had started, and was feeling more and more confident. She even sensed the old man’s cock starting to really swell up and quiver in her mouth, and seemed to know that the release was coming. She quickened her pace, bobbing up and down more forcefully and continuing to tilt her head with every plunge.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm… hmm,” she squeaked with every thrust. “Hmm… hmm… hmm… hmm…”

The room had gotten quiet again. Maybe it was Amanda’s quickened pace. Or maybe it was Mr. Vitaliani’s mouth opening wide and his eyes rolling upwards with ecstasy. But everyone seemed to know that the old man was getting close.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm… hmm…”

Amanda worked feverishly now. Someone started clapping in time with each of her thrusts. And soon everyone was.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm… hmm…”

“Clap… clap… clap… clap…”

Every so often, she plunged deep until her nose disappeared in the old man’s skin; but now she only held this for a few seconds before resuming her rhythmic plunges again.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm… hmm…”

“Clap… clap… clap… clap…”

Mr. Vitaliani started to say “Ohhh… ohhhh… ohhhhhh!”

“Good job Amanda,” Mr. Garret said.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm… hmm…”

“Clap… clap… clap… clap…”

Then finally, Amanda felt Mr. V’s body jerk, and Margaret’s hand suddenly reappeared to push the teen’s head forcefully down again.

“Keep your lips tight,” she was told. The teen gagged as surprisingly large and forceful jets of cum struck the back of her throat, but Margaret did not let go. Slowly, gravity pulled all the sticky semen back into Amanda’s mouth.

Eventually, the jets stopped; but Margaret continued to hold Amanda’s head down.

“Old men almost always pee right after they ejaculate,” the counsellor informed Mr. Garrett and everyone else. “I don’t want the pee going everywhere.”

Mr. Garrett nodded.

Amanda now knew what was coming, but she just waited. She knew that Margaret would not let her up anyway.

And then, after a minute, she felt a steadier and slightly warmer stream hit her throat, and started to taste what she was certain was piss filling her mouth too. Margaret seemed to know what was happening, because she reminded Amanda to keep her lips tight. “Don’t let it leak out onto him.”

“Hmmmm,” Amanda said, in agreement.

With age, kidneys lose their ability to concentrate urine as much. But the old man had been exercising and was dehydrated. So the piss was not as pungent as it might have been; but it still had a strong taste. Amanda even smelled it rising up into her nose. Finally, the stream stopped and then, after about another minute, the counsellor’s hand relaxed. Slowly and carefully, Amanda slid back and off the old man’s cock, being especially careful not to spill once she was off.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked the counsellor, now kneeling upright.

“Just swallow it,” the older woman smiled. “It’s good for you.”

She did as told. It took a couple of gulps to swallow everything down, her mouth had been that full. And then she glanced towards Mr. Vitaliani’s face and he was now leaning up on his elbows and smiling at her.

“Thank-a you so much,” he said in his Italian accent.

Amanda smiled. “Thank YOU,” she said, instinctively.

By now, the paramedics had set up the gurney they intended to transport the old man on, and everyone had pretty much moved out of the way FOR THEM; all but Amanda. She remained on her knees, now kneeling upright next to the old man, her bum on her sneakers, his wrinkled hand holding hers. She was so caught up in watching what was going on with the old man and the paramedics (plus she thought one of them was really cute) that she absently opened her mouth to accept the cock of another old man who had stepped forward to claim some attention too. Everyone laughed seeing Amanda inattentively sucking this second man’s cock, her eyes still peeled towards the paramedics. And, of course, everyone’s camera came back out.

Amanda only realized what was happening after the two paramedics had hoisted the old man up onto a gurney and had started to wheel him away. But, by now, it was too late. Dutifully, she finished sucking this second senior (a 74-year old London-born man named Mr. Wilson), now consciously posing for all the cameras.

“Manny! Look here!” one of her classmates would say. And she’d turn to face the voice.

It took Amanda only twelve minutes to get this second man to empty his load into her mouth so she could swallow.

And when three more old men showed up with looks of desperate longing, Amanda laughed and waved them over towards her.

“Take your time, Amanda,” her teacher said. “I told the bus driver to come back for everyone at three and that’s still more than an hour away. The rest of the class can tour the place on their own if they want to. And I’m sure Margaret can find a few more seniors for you to have fun with.”

“Hmm hmmm,” Amanda thanked him. She’d always liked Mr. Garrett as a teacher.

Margaret had no trouble at all finding more eager recruits for Manny’s mouth. There even was a younger man named Steven, in his late twenties, but who had severe spasticity from cerebral palsy. He’d never been blown in his life. Two male attendants helped him to stand while Amanda happily worked on him. He’d been incontinent of stool in his pants, but one of the attendants used a dry towel to wipe up as much as he could and told Amanda that she could take care of the rest. Amanda laughed and did just that.

Unable to speak, Steven grunted and groaned loudly, almost sounding like an injured calf; but everyone knew from the smile on his face that he was having the time of his life.

“Are you having fun, Steven?” they asked him.

He bellowed loudly and they knew he was.

Amanda felt so proud to ultimately swallow his load and look up to see how happy he now was.

But she still had two more seniors to blow before three, so she only paused to admire her work for a second.

Mr. Garrett rounded up the students to leave at 3:25, having asked the bus driver to wait an extra half hour so Amanda could service a final three seniors Margaret rounded up at the last minute.

“They’re here all the time,” she explained, to justify it.

Amanda blew the bus driver on the sidewalk outside to thank him for waiting, and then boarded the bus herself.

“Thanks for being such a trooper today, Amanda,” Mr. Garrett said as she reached the bus door to get on.

“I haven’t gotten to blow you yet,” she answered, invitingly.

Amanda kneeled in the aisle and blew Mr. Garrett on the bus ride home.

“Stay in your seat,” he said several times to students sneaking out to take more pictures with their cells. But he was smiling. And finally, when he said, with a smirk on his face - “the next person who stands up will go straight to my classroom for detention when we get back to campus and Amanda here can decide what to do with you” - every single boy on the bus stood up, and several girls too. Later, as promised during ‘detention’, Amanda handed out ‘stern blowjobs’ as punishment to each of the boys; and her head disappeared for several minutes under the skirts of all the girls who came as well. One of these girls was her best friend, Olivia, a spanish girl who lay back of the teacher’s desk having Amanda tongue-fucking her cunt and asshole at one end, and her own throat pounded one of the guys at the other. Then, when Amanda was finished, her tongue was replaced by some boy’s cock, straight up Olivia’s asshole, and THEN into Amanda’s mouth for an extra tasty chocolate treat.

All the girls who stayed had their mouths fucked, repeatedly. But it was Amanda’s mouth that every boy really wanted. Luckily, Mr. Garrett was in no hurry to close up, and they all got their wish. And, as always, the cameras came out.

‘I wonder what they’re going to do with all these pictures,’ Amanda thought to herself as she was blowing the janitor at around 6:30. Though most of the boys and all the other girls had gone home, she still had several cameras focussed on her. She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out what those pictures were for.