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.”

“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.