Amanda’s Life-Saving Blowjobs – PART 1

In retrospect, it was hard for Amanda to believe everything that had happened, and that it had all happened so fast. It was all such a blur. One day she was just a high school student touring the local YMCA with her high school gym class; the next day she was being touted as some national hero – pictures of her on the front page of newspapers coast to coast and all over the internet; she herself appearing on a late night TV show – all because she’d successfully sucked the cock of some 83-year old geezer who’d collapsed.

It started innocently enough. She and about twenty of her schoolmates were being given a “grand tour” of the local ‘Y’ on the second day of the new term, as part of their gym class. Being that her school was private and anything off campus was considered a field trip, all the students were in school uniform. This uniform consisted of a navy blue cardigan and a white shirt or blouse for everyone, camel coloured dress pants for the boys, and camel-coloured pants or a just-above the knee length ruffled skirt for the girls. Most of the girls wore skirts, but Amanda had often been told how nice she looked in pants, and preferred that look. Looking back, it was indeed fortuitous that Amanda chose to wear pants that day, because she truly did look wonderful in them. It also was lucky that the school had elected for girls pants without pockets in the back (just in the front) and had a school policy requiring no less than bikini panties (no thongs allowed). That day, Amanda had elected to wear a nice pair of white satin bikini panties she’d bought (to be naughty), and had stood admiring her panty line in the mirror. She HAD felt a pang of guilt and considered changing them to a pair that didn’t show such a blatant panty line, but then her mom had called out for her to hurry up or she’d miss the bus, so she left them on. Clearly, everyone everywhere is now thankful that she did leave the house wearing them.

It was, perhaps, her panty line, but definitely her sweet, sweet little ass that had first made old Mr. Vitaliani notice her. He was 83 years old, but still quite vibrant for his age. Every day, seven days a week, 365 days a year it seemed, you could see him at the Y in his white tank top and blue shorts and sneakers. His routine was the same every day. He showed up at around ten in the morning, walked 10 times around the in-door track; stretched on a special stretch machine; did some lifting on other machines; and then showered. Then he had lunch in the lobby cafeteria, and afterwards went home, usually around one in the afternoon. His muscles definitely had atrophied from being 83 years old; his spine was more curved than it should be; his legs were bowed; and he had all the lines on his face that an old man like him has earned; but no one had expected him to suddenly start clutching his chest and then fall to the floor that morning after the students arrived for their tour.

But that is what he did.

He had noticed the students passing by some time earlier. Perhaps he had noticed Amanda’s sweet, young face and soft silky light brown hair, tied back into a ponytail… perhaps not. He couldn’t recall. But he definitely noticed her ass now. The students were up on the top floor in the machine area, having one of the more elaborate machines explained to them, and Amanda just happened to be standing at the back. Later, Mr. V. confessed that he always had been an ‘ass man’, and that he had a particular liking for panty lines. Seeing Amanda standing there with her subtly tight light-coloured dress pants and underlying satin panties had gotten his heart rate up… and up… and up… until finally he collapsed when his heart couldn’t take it any more. In the midst of a heart attack, he reverted back to his native Italian.

“Dio mi salva! (God save me!)” he cried as he fell. Everyone turned to look.

The tour guide happened to be a somewhat older (for Y staff, though she was still just about 55) woman, and she immediately sprang into action, bursting through the crowd of students to get to the old man, who now was lying flat on his back.

“Mr. Vitaliani!” she cried. “What’s wrong?”

But he now seemed unable to speak, as if not enough blood was getting to his brain. As she supported his head, all he could do was feebly point towards the students.

“What, Mr. Vitaliani? What do you want? Water?” she pressed.

He shook his head. And that’s when Margaret noticed Mr. V’s finger pointed straight at Amanda’s pretty little bum, as she had turned to whisper with a couple of her friends about what was going on. Everyone was in shock.

And then Margaret peered down towards Mr. Vitaliani’s shorts and detected the huge bulge that was poking up under them; and, most fortuitously, she understood. Mr. Vitaliani’s exploits as a younger man and his persistent lust over nice asses was no secret.

The older woman nodded and rested Mr. V’s head down. “You rest here two seconds… I’ll be right back.” And she jumped up and walked straight to Amanda’s teacher, Mr. Garrett. After a few seconds of quiet discussion, she went over to Amanda and told her “I need you, please. Come with me.” Gently taking Amanda’s arm, she led her toward the old man, and instructed her to get down onto the floor. Dutifully, Amanda kneeled down on the floor as Margaret did. Margaret then did something that no one except the teacher had anticipated, least of all Amanda. The older counsellor pulled down Mr. V’s shorts. His rigid 8-inch cock shot straight up (boing), startling Amanda and several others.

“You need to suck it,” Margaret said, calmly.

“Huh?”

“What’s your name?”

“Amanda. Some call me Manny.”

“Amanda. Mr. Vitaliani is having a heart attack, which is happening because he got too excited seeing you standing there in those pants and panties.”

Amanda glanced down to see if anything was wrong with her pants. She could see nothing. Did she mean her panty-line? Maybe she shouldn’t have worn the satin pair after all. A pang of guilt rang through her.

“I’ll explain later,” Margaret interupted Amanda’s thoughts. “But right now we need to act.”

Amanda nodded. Anything.

“What you need to do, Amanda, is put your mouth on his penis and start sucking it… his heart just can’t stand this much blood rushing to his penis. You’ve got to relieve his hard on.”

Amanda stared at the counsellor blankly. What? She then glanced towards her teacher for guidance, but he was talking with someone else. Put this old man’s cock into her mouth? But then she then felt Margaret’s hand on the back of her head, gently but firmly pushing her downwards. The old man’s wrinkled, hairy and sweat smelling crotch grew larger and larger before her as her face drew nearer and nearer.

“Open your mouth. And watch the teeth,” she was instructed.

The stunned teen resisted a moment about two inches from Mr. V’s cock –she couldn’t do this. This guy must be close to 100 years old. He hadn’t showered yet. She’d never even considered taking a cock into her mouth, let alone that of an ancient smelly stranger. But then she opened her mouth wide and let her head be pushed down onto it. She slowly closed her mouth down onto the thick shaft; felt her lips wrapping around it; felt it come to rest upon her tongue. It tasted different. She’d never ever sucked cock before. But it was not that unpleasant… a little foul, but not unbearable.

“You need to start sucking it,” Margaret said as Amanda froze, not knowing what to do next. “Slide your mouth slowly up and down. Keep some suction going with your mouth. Keep it moist with spit. And work the cock with your tongue,” she was instructed. And again she felt the hand on her head pushing her downward.

“Up and down… up and down,” she was coached, the counsellor’s hand now holding onto the girl’s ponytail to guide her head. “Up and down… up and down.” The hand was moving her as if she was a manikin.

Dutifully, Amanda started to slide her mouth up and down on her own a bit; but she still was resisting a bit – she was tentative - only taking about one inch of cock into her mouth with each plunge.

“You need to go deeper, Honey,” she was told.

She tried going about half an inch further.

“This won’t do,” she heard Margaret say.

Then, suddenly and without warning, she felt the hand on her head thrust her down forcefully. “Deeper!” Margaret grunted, as Amanda felt Mr. V’s cock plunge into her mouth and push past her tonsils into her throat. She felt a pop as the bulbous cock head broke through her tonsils. And then the hand just held her there and she felt a second hand added to it. Amanda tried to push up from the floor using her hands, but the angle was wrong because she was leaning over Mr. Vitaliani, so she couldn’t put her hands where they needed to be and couldn’t get leverage. She tried to cry out, but the cock in her throat stifled her. All she could do is gurgle a bit and wiggle her bum helplessly.

To help the teen get used to things, the counsellor had decided to hold Amanda there for over a minute. Get her used to gagging and having the cock down in her throat where it needed to be.

“Just relax and breathe deep,” a calm voice told her. “Just breathe deep.”

Amanda continued to gag continuously and her little bum, rising up into the air behind her, just kept squirming; but the stronger woman was not letting go. Amanda’s eyes watered profusely, the tears running down her cheeks. But those tears did no good.

“That’s it. Just breathe nice and deep.”

“Don’t resist it, Honey.” The second voice was her teacher’s. “Pretend this is your exercise at the gym.”

And Amanda heard quiet laughter from her classmates in the background. The situation was serious – yes – but there was no reason not to have a little fun.

Anyone who hadn’t noticed how sweet Amanda’s little behind was certainly noticed it now. Mr. Vitaliani was a small, slim man; so, in her current position, Amanda’s head was considerably lower than her bum. As such, with her ass rising up into the air, the seat of her cotton-polyester pants was pulled as tight as it could be, and her panty-line was unmistakable. You could even make out the ruffled trim at the panty waist and leg holes. And, as solemn as the event was, and meaning no disrespect at all to old Mr. Vitaliani at all, every cell phone was out and everyone was taking pictures; especially of Amanda’s ass.

One student nervously asked Mr. Garrett, the teacher, if this was all right, and he announced quietly to everyone that it would be alright. “You don’t mind, do you, Mr. Vitaliani?”

The man shook his head. “No,” he gasped.

“Feel free,” Margaret seconded. And then she added: “You might get some pretty pictures of Amanda’s face if you come around to the other side and squat down.”

With that, a few of Amanda’s best girl friends, as well as her teacher, snuck around to the other side of the stricken old man and squatted down, as suggested. Amanda’s lips and nose were hidden by the old man’s thick, dark pubic hair, but her eyes turned upwards to look right into the various cameras, a look of sheer panic in them.

“You’re doing great,” one of Amanda’s girlfriends told her as she aimed her cell phone camera.

Finally, after making sure that everyone who wanted one had gotten a few pictures, Margaret let Amanda pull back. The girl coughed and sputtered for a moment, but nodded when Margaret told her she needed to go deep with each thrust. “When you want it in your throat, just open your mouth up wider,” the woman said.

Amanda returned her mouth to the old man’s cock and resumed sucking, this time going deep with every plunge. Though it made her gag, she made sure she felt the cock head pop past her tonsils each time before pulling back. She didn’t want to be held down for so long again.

“How are you feeling Mr. Vitaliani?” she heard Margaret ask.

“Better,” the old man wheezed, weakly.

Amanda paused. But then felt the hand pushing her down again, so she resumed bobbing her head. She was more aware than ever of the cameras constantly going off now, and the thought suddenly passed through her head that she hoped she looked nice. She’d heard guys say that no girl looks better than when she has a cock in her mouth, and that made her feel good. She would TRY to look pretty for the cameras, if she could. She peered back upwards to see if anyone still was there taking pictures. A few of her male classmates were there now. She dove deep for them, held, and stared up into the cameras, trying to make her eyes look as big and beautiful as she could.

They seemed to know what she was doing and took several snaps.

“Perrrrfect, Manny,” one of them said quietly.

There is nothing like ‘doing’ to learn ‘how to’. Amanda’s cock-sucking was improving exponentially now. She eventually had remembered her tongue and now was making sure to continuously slide it along Mr. V’s shaft, moving it from side to side to capture different parts of the shaft with each thrust. She even had instinctively started to turn her head a little with each plunge, to catch a slightly different part of the shaft of her tongue with each plunge. At one point, she picked up something that tasted like what she thought dried-on shit would taste like. She pulled off quickly to look. In fact, it WAS dried-on shit (Mr. Vitaliani was, after all, 83 years old). So she quickly latched on again and focussed on that area for a bit to see if she could clean things off with her tongue and saliva.

It was when she felt a loving hand gently fondling her bum and heard Margaret say “You MUST be feeling better now Mr. V”, that she knew that she was doing all right.

As hard as the cock had been at the start, by now it was rock hard and thick and the pretty teen’s mouth was stretched to the limit. But still she dove down to pop past her tonsils each time, making a high-pitched squeaking sound every time. Margaret laughed.

“You’re being blown by a mouse, Mr. Vitaliani,” she joked.

The old man nodded breathlessly. And again, Amanda heard the laughter of her classmates all around her. But now it was more relaxed laughter. The earlier sense of panic and urgency and shock had dissipated. Now everyone was just enjoying the show.