Keywords: mf teen Archive-name: Moved-St.Helens There's no violence, nor blackmailing or humiliation in this story. If you're looking for these things, I'll have to disappoint you. This is just a normal sex-story. (Hmm, normal ? -Oh well ... ;-) Once again: English is NOT my mother tongue, so excuse me for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes. A few nice people on the net have given a large amount of their time to help me with it, so it is much improved since the first draft. Thanks go to these men and women for their excellent remarks! !! As always, this story is Copyright (C) 1994 by Major Tom !! !! It may be spread, as long as nothing is changed. !! !! You need permission from the author to spread printed copies. !! !! All commercial rights reserved. Please contact the author. !! !! Feedback wanted and highly appreciated. !! !! Flames to /dev/null ; Just go and feed your dogs instead. !! (God, I hate all this stuff, but it's become necessary, sorry ... :-) %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% % Moved to St.Helens % by Major Tom % %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% At first I hesitated, but then I decided to take the big step, and crossed the street, right into my new school. After 15 years, my parents had decided to move to St. Helens, and I must admit that I wasn't too happy with it ; I had to leave all my friends, my trusted environment, and even my girlfriend Tammy. But my father had to accept this job in St. Helens ; it was either this job, or get laid off ... So I had to accept it, as my family would be nowhere if my father lost his job. So there I was, whole alone in a small city, which wasn't on any big map as far as I was concerned, and it looked a rather dull place, compared to the big city I came from. As I entered the school building, that could hardly be compared to the high school I went to last year, I shook my head, very disappointed with my new life so far. The small almost church alike house that had to be 'St. Helens High' was hardly worth carrying the name 'school' ... Even worse: the image of the enormous building I was used to, always with lots of noisy boys and girls was rudely washed away from my thoughts, as I pulled the big grey door. I entered a small corridor, which had several doors. At the end of it I noticed the stairway, and just next to it was a door that seemed to lead to the meeting point. But the silence in this building really felt depressing ; I've never knew a school without a yelling gang, and this really was incredible. I opened the door to the meeting point, and entered some sort of garden. Small groups of boys and girls were standing together, talking with quiet voices, and in the upper corner a group was feeding some ducks or other animals. I felt a strong tendency to run away from this shitty school ; this place was dead. And I was quite sure that if I had to be here for my last 3 years of high school, that I would be dead anyway ... (or at least braindead ... :-( I needn't wait a long time ; only two minutes after I arrived, the bell rung, and the pupils silently moved towards their classes. I had checked the schedule, and found out that my first course would take place in room 17, so I went searching for that room. An extremely old teacher (at least 45) was awaiting his pupils in front of that room. His eyes immediately found mine, and he rasped : "Ah ... You must be Tim, no ?" All of a sudden the whole waiting class turned around, and stared at me. I felt even unluckier than before, and mumbled : "Yes, that's correct, I'm Tim Freyers, the new pupil." "Great, I'm mr. Van Halen, and I'll be your Maths teacher ..." The old and gray antiquity didn't seem to notice that he had the same name as the well known hardrocker, or he wanted to deny this fact. Nevertheless I couldn't hold myself, and grinned when I heard his name. We slowly entered the classroom upon Van Halen's command, and I looked around, trying to find the least disgusting seat. Some were indeed rotten, but others seemed even worse. I decided to take a spot near the window, just to have some outside view, in case the Hardrock-lesson wasn't too interesting (and what Maths' lesson ever is ?)... After sitting down, I looked around to see what my new classmates looked like. Depressed I looked back to Van Halen ; if this had to be my class for the next 3 years, I'd preferred emigrating to Australia or even Russia ; it certainly wouldn't be worse ... Antiquity Van Halen already had started the lesson, and I immediately saw that the level would be a lot lower than back home (as I still called it, unwilling to accept the new reality). He started talking about equations of the 3th degree, which we already had seen 2 years ago, and which I found incredibly easy. As the lesson continued, I noticed that my classmates certainly wouldn't agree with this opinion ; they seemed to get one of the most difficult topics in their whole career. I sighed, still trying to pay attention, but the feeling of self-pity increased every second. Van Halen finally stopped, and I wondered whether the next 3 lessons would be better. But again I got disappointed ; none of the other teachers seemed younger, and none of the lessons seemed to aim a higher level. Finally the lunchtime-bell rung, and my classmates quietly moved towards the schoolrestaurant. Because we were unaware of what the school offered for lunch, my mother had made me some sandwiches, which seemed a great idea now that I saw the far from hygienic place where lunch was served. Even in the State Prison meals were served more proper than in this incredible stinking school ! I found myself a rather clean table, and sank down on the leftmost seat. I opened the sack containing my lunch, and was halfway my first sandwich when two girls approached my table giggling. I looked up and showed them something that should've been a smile, but thanks to the sandwich I was still chewing, it gave quite a funny sight, and the girls laughed and giggled even harder. The leftmost girl was a tall blonde wearing her long hair in a ponytail. She had a nice face, and while my eyes slowly moved downwards, I also noticed a checked shirt, and a simple blue jeans. As far as I could see through the shirt, she wasn't too well shaped and had rather small breasts, if she had any breasts at all. But she had something else, which seemed impossible to describe ; it was some sort of natural attraction ... This was a girl that wasn't too much of a natural beauty, but didn't need beauty to catch the eye. Strange ... On her right stood a dark haired girl, not as tall as the blonde, but still taller than average. She had a freckled face, which carried a mysterious smile. She was wearing a simple grey sweater, which showed that her breasts were rather voluminous, especially compared to her friend's. A blue jeans completed her look as well. I would bet on it that the blonde was the natural leader of this school, and in that case the dark haired would be the adjunct, no doubt. They were both carrying a plate with their warm lunch on it, and even before the blonde asked, I could tell that they wanted to join me at my table : 'Hi ! I'm Ingrid, mind if we join you ?' I lifted my shoulders, and started another attempt at smiling: 'Be my guest, girls ...' They sank down on the seats, and with the same move they positioned their plates on the table. Ingrid had taken the seat just in front of me, and Miss Grey Sweater chose the one on my right. I looked at her, and lifted my eyebrows. She almost immediately knew what I was aiming at: 'Sorry. I'm Catherine - Cathy for my friends ...' The blonde girl obviously didn't want my attention to be pinned at her friend, and hastily intervened: 'So, tell me, Tim, where are you from ?' I turned to her again, and taking my second sandwich I started telling the girls my story. Our lunch proceeded in the meanwhile, and the conversation went just fine ; whenever I shut up to take another bite of my sandwich either Cathy or Ingrid took over, and kept the conversation going in a natural way. It was the most enjoyable 20 minutes of the day so far. Finishing the last bits of her lunch, Ingrid suddenly came up with a proposal: 'So ... What would you think if we - that's Cathy and me - showed you the city after dinner ?' I put away my sack, and then offered Ingrid my most attractive smile: 'I'd love to. Honestly, I haven't seen much of St.Helens except for our house and this school ...' Both girls laughed, and Cathy answered first: 'Well ... In that case you could use a guided tour, and we'll make sure that after tonight you'll never ever want to leave St.Helens again ...' 'Yeah ! We'll give you the tour of the century, promise !' I looked at both girls, and could say only one more thing : 'Deal !' ~~~~~ It was 6:25pm when the bell rang. I ran towards the door, and opened up. There they were : Cathy and Ingrid, standing on my doorstep, willing to take me out on a tour. They hadn't changed clothes after school, but Cathy seemed to have used a little make-up. Either way they both looked great, and I knew the evening could be great ... Cathy lent over and planted a kiss on my left cheek. Next she gave me a wink, and asked: 'Ready, Timmy-boy ?' 'Yep, I'm ready. Just have to take my coat, and then we're off ...' And with that I grabbed my coat, yelled a goodbye towards my mother in the kitchen, and left the house. Ingrid was driving a brown sedan, and went in the front. I hesitated at which door to take, but not for long ; almost immediately Cathy opened the backdoor, and motioned me to get inside. Nodding I sank down on the backbench, expecting that she'd close the door after me and get in the front, but I was wrong again: she almost landed on top of me as she jumped in the back as well. Ingrid almost immediately drove off. The first 10 minutes we drove through St.Helens, and Cathy told me all about the houses we passed on our trip. It seemed to be a normal guided tour after all ... Somehow I was disappointed, but on the other hand it was a relief ; who knows what could've happened ? I'd been too fast with my judgement, and that became clear to me rather fast ... Cathy was just telling me about the local tennisclub when I felt a hand on my crotch. I stiffened, and looked down. Cathy's left hand was fondling my prick through my jeans, while her right hand was pointing at the tennisclub she was telling me about. Nor the look in her eyes, nor her tone of voice had changed during all this, and if I hadn't seen that hand, I'd sworn that it was someone else's. Of course her attention paid off, and my cock came alive through the jeans ; rather rapidly it started growing, and came erect within less than a minute. I had just realized this, when her fingers started fiddling with my zipper. Obviously she had unzipped a boys' jeans before, as it was open within a few seconds. Before I could say another word, she had pulled my underwear aside, and held my rock hard erection in her hand. 'Hmmm ... What a beauty !!' And with that she suddenly bent over, and eagerly swallowed my cock. 'Cathy ?!' I was real stupefied now ; this wasn't what I had expected at all. OK, I had thought this could end in sex, but not a blowjob in a moving car, in the middle of the city ? 'Shhh ... Relax. She's really good at this, you know ...' It was Ingrid who finally opened her mouth for the first time during the tour. I looked at her, and at the same time I realized this had been thoroughly planned, as I noticed that we had just left St.Helens, and were riding on a quiet road, with no housing at all. Relaxing a bit, I started enjoying what was happening. This wasn't a tough decision, as Cathy indeed was really good at sucking my dick. My previous girlfriend Tammy had done this only two times, and it had never been a real success. She didn't like what she was doing, and only did it because I asked her to. And compared to her humble tries at pleasuring my cock with her mouth, Cathy's work was just incredible ! She had some sort of special technique, with which her tongue seemed everywhere on my dick at the same time. It was sensational, and it wasn't too surprising that my orgasm came real fast. I felt my balls boiling, and knew I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. 'Cathy ... I'm coming !!' I expected that she'd draw back immediately and finish the job with her hand, like Tammy always did, but Catherine surprised me : she sucked even more intense, and with a loud moan I reached my climax. The cum spurted out of my cock, and a huge load of sperm disappeared in her throat as she swallowed it all without any hesitation. Cathy finally released my member, and looked up. Smiling, and like nothing happened, she pointed me towards a lake we were approaching : 'And that's Helens's Lake, a very popular place for boys and girls that wanna enjoy a little suntanning and swimming during daylight, and a pleasure place when it gets later on the evening ...' She smiled again, and then continued: '... like now.' I was still a bit impressed, and the only thing I could say was: '... Uhuh ... I see.' In the meanwhile, Ingrid had stopped the car at the Southern part of the lake, and looked at us : 'Taxi arrived, mylady, mylord ...' With a wink, Cathy looked at me again, and said: 'Time for a swim, Timmy ...' 'Hmm ... I dunno. I haven't brought my swimsuit, you see ?' Both girls laughed hard at this, and Cathy said : 'Watch this !' And with that she pulled at her sweater, and took it off, showing me two large breasts. During lunch I had already wondered whether she had been wearing a bra, and now I knew: she wasn't wearing one. Her breasts were two heavy but firm mountains of pleasure meat, covered with two gorgeous red nipples. Once again I compared this girl with Tammy, and once again Cathy won: Tammy's small breasts and almost invisible light-red nipples could hardly be competitive to these wonderful breasts ... In the meantime Cathy had opened the door, and jumped out. There she started unzipping her jeans, and pulled her underwear down in the same move. It had only taken this girl a minute to get undressed; incredible! Of course my attention got drawn to her crotch, and I got another surprise: she had a bare pussy ! With no hair at all, it looked amazing childish, but at the same time also very sexy compared to Tammy's hairy pussy. I didn't know what to think of all this, and could hardly move. The brown-haired girl seemed to realize this, and in all her nakedness she returned to the car and pulled me out. Seeing that I was still too stupefied to make another move, she helped me again: she pulled my pants down, and dragged them away. I was like wax in her hands; she could as well be undressing a pup instead of a man. When I finally got back to reality, she'd just removed my last piece of clothing, and I found myself naked in front of a naked girl, in some deserted place near a lake. This was just incredible ! 'Are you coming, or what ?' Cathy was laughing again, and pulled me closer to the water, which looked inviting indeed. I decided to forget my shyness for a while, and dove into the cold water. It was refreshing, and not only because of the water itself, but also the fact that this was the very first time in my life that I was swimming nude. A sensational experience ! Cathy proved to be a good swimmer too, as she surprised me many times during our pleasant swim. We had lots of fun in the water, and if someone had seen us, he'd thought of two children (say 6-8 years old) playing in the water. We got out after about 20 minutes, and I was exhausted. I sank down on the sand, and relaxed. Cathy lay herself next to me, and all of a sudden our mouths had found each other, and she was kissing me. 'You think you can get this thing working again ?' Her left hand had found my prick again, and started fondling it. Almost immediately it got erect, and I smiled at her: 'Well ... Seems you got your answer, right ?' We both laughed, and then she suddenly pulled me on top of her: 'Take me, Tim, please ...' I hesitated only half a second, and then positioned my cock. Slowly I penetrated her still wet pussy. Inch by inch my shaft disappeared into her lovehole, and after what seemed forever I finally had my whole length inside this moaning girl. I looked at her to see how she had taken it, and seeing that the only look on her face was pleasure, I started moving my hips. After only two strokes, the look on her face became wild, and so were her moves. She started using her vaginal muscles and started coaxing my cock. It felt great, and I became even more enthusiast in my fucking. Soon I noticed that she liked deep thrusts, and thus I concentrated on getting as deep as possible. My increased efforts paid of, as I felt her coming. Speaking of a hot girl, I thought by myself, and continued pumping, hoping that I could bring her to a second climax before coming. Compared to Tammy, who sometimes needed half an hour of warming-up and then another of furious pumping before she could finally reach an orgasm, this girl was wonderful: she came a second time in less than 2 minutes, and was even on her way to a third orgasm when the wild moves became too much for me. I groaned, pushed my member as deep as possible, and felt another huge load of cum disappearing in Cathy's body. Still emptying my balls, I moved my hips again, and another cry escaped from the brown-haired girl: she'd reached a third climax ! Feeling exhausted again, I slowly rolled aside, and got another shock: a full dressed Ingrid was standing just next to us, and smiled at me. Somehow I had totally forgotten about the blonde, which wasn't that surprising after all, as Cathy had eaten up all my attention, but nevertheless I was shocked: 'Now, what's this supposed to mean ?' Ingrid smiled mysteriously, and looked at her friend: 'And ?' Cathy looked at me, smiled, and then answered: 'He's even better than expected, Ingrid ... 3 times in such a short fuck! Amazing ...' Ingrid glanced at the two of us, and then started laughing: 'In that case I might need to take him on another tour, one of these days ...' The End. - - - - - Hmm ... Maybe I should consider continuing this story. Many possibilities for further adventures in St.Helens. Oh well, perhaps ... If I get enough feedback, I'll do it. Tell me how you liked this story this far, and let me know what you think could happen in a second part. -- Mail me at: anon4bc5@.nyx.net