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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!

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(God, I hate all this stuff, but it's become necessary, sorry ... :-)


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%  Moved to St.Helens  %  by Major Tom        %
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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.
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