Amanda’s Life-Saving Blowjobs : PART 2

“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?”