Three of a Kind

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 6th episode of 'Three of a Kind', Sandy and Mark's outdoor fuck on school grounds ended up with them getting caught by a policeman. Resulting in the Thompson triplets scrambling to find a way to cover up the mess with a little (or maybe a lot) of mis-direction of guilt (look-a-like style). Later, Mandy returns to Sean's pedestal with an ticipation of what he'll do to her this time.

Original Airdate: Tuesday, June 09, 2009 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'Can't Fight the Moonlight')

Story Codes: mf, mast, exhib

Sandy was in trouble. She'd already been suspended once for fighting, and another time for telling a teacher to go fuck herself. If the principal knew she was screwing in the bushes she'd be expelled. And then there was her parents, of course.

She moaned to herself as she rounded the front of the school and ran in a side door. She climbed to the second floor to avoid the cop, who was no doubt headed for the office. She ran down the second floor and came down another set of stairs near the library.

She didn't analyze why she was running for Brandy, but she knew Brandy would be able to think of something to do. She found her in the back of the library, reading some ghastly big book.

"Brandy!"

"Shhhh," she said, glaring.

"I'm in trouble," she panted, as she fell into the chair beside Brandy.

"What did you do now?" Brandy scowled.

"I was screwing Mark out in a bush and some old bitch called the cops."

"What!?"

"I ran off but he saw me and he got Mark."

"Oh, God, Sandy!"

"I know. I know! And you know what old Carling will say."

"He'll expel you!"

Sandy nodded unhappily.

"What were you wearing?"

"Nothing." I grabbed these off the grass and tossed them over a fence, then jumped over myself. Course I left my underwear behind."

"Shit."

She thought for a minute.

"Mandy!"

"What?"

"We have to find her. Come on!" She jumped up, grabbing

Sandy's hand and dragging her out of the library.

"Where is she?" Sandy asked.

"I don't know. I'd bet she'd be somewhere in the arts department, maybe practicing her cello."

They hurried upstairs, taking them two at a time, then ran down the hall of the arts wing, looking in windows. They almost ran Mandy down as she came out of one of the doors.

"Mandy!" Brandy exclaimed.

Mandy jerked back guiltily.

"Come with me!" Brandy demanded, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hall towards the ladies room.

The three of them ran inside. The room was empty. Brandy turned to Mandy.

"Take off your pants, quick!"

"What? Why?"

"Just do it! I'll explain, later."

Mandy was wearing an overlong light blue sweater over a white top and white pants. Brandy slipped a white belt off from her skirt and turned to Sandy, frowning.

"You're sure he only saw your jeans?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so."

"Right, get them off, you can wear Mandy's."

"Huh? What am I gonna wear?" Mandy asked slipping off her pants and handing them to Brandy.

"Nothing," Brandy replied. she slipped her belt around Mandy's waist. She tightened it and stepped back.

"That doesn't look half bad," she nodded. The sweater Mandy wore came halfway down her thighs, longer than a mini-skirt anyway.

Sandy slipped on her sister's pants and pulled up the zipper.

"How come you haven't got any underwear?" Mandy asked, perplexed.

"Shit!" Brandy growled. "Mandy, take off your underwear."

"Why do I have to give her all my clothes?" Mandy demanded in exasperation.

"Just do it!"

Brandy reached under her own skirt and slipped her panties down, stepping out of them and tossing them into the trash regretfully before the others could see one side was tied together. Mandy stared at her as if she'd gone insane, then shrugged and did the same. Brandy opened her shirt, slipped it over her shoulders, then undid her bra and tossed it in the trash with her panties.

Mandy held her panties and looked at the two of them. Brandy snatched them and tossed them into the garbage with her own underwear.

"Now the bra," she demanded.

"You're just going to throw them out?"

"We have to look identical, Mandy."

"But we don't."

"I'll explain in a minute. Just take off your bra and get rid of it."

Mandy scowled, then undid the belt and took off her sweater. Naked, except for her loafers, she undid her bra and tossed it in the trash, then slipped the sweater back on and did the belt up.

"I hope nobody pulls up my sweater," she grumbled.

"Okay, Mandy, look, Sandy got caught by a cop making out naked in some bushes with Mark." Mandy's eyes opened wide.

"He only saw her naked, maybe carrying her jeans, and she left her underwear behind. He's only got to look at the yearbook to spot her, then they might arrest her for indecent exposure or something."

"But not if they can't prove which one of us was there," Sandy grinned, finally understanding.

"Exactly. They'll know it was one of us but not who, unless Mark talks."

"He wouldn't."

"Then they can't prove which of us it was."

"They'll know it was me," Sandy shook her head.

"Knowing and proving aren't the same thing at all."

"But why did we have to throw out my underwear?" Mandy demanded.

"Because she left hers behind, Mandy. All they have to do is check us all to see which isn't wearing any underwear, then they'd know for sure who it was."

"I don't like not having underwear on," Mandy pouted.

"It won't be for long. We'll head right out to the car and go home and change completely."

"We'll miss first class," Mandy objected.

"Tough. This is more important."

"But if we're leaving anyway... "

"Because they might catch us before we get away, Mandy. It's not going to take long for Carling to guess who it was once the cop describes Sandy, especially since he knows Mark is her boyfriend."

"Sandy Thompson report to the office," the P.A. system suddenly blared. Brandy sniffed as she looked at Sandy.

"Now what?" Mandy asked.

"Fuck them. We'll see if we can make it to the car."

"Wait. Wait!" Mandy cried.

"What?" Brandy demanded.

Mandy turned her around and undid her braid, then roughed up her hair to match Sandy's. Sandy quickly mussed up Mandy's as well. Both girls shook their head up and down several times, then all three brushed their hair so it was more or less similar.

"You're not as dumb as you look," Sandy grinned. Mandy frowned, then snorted in amusement.

"Anything else?" Sandy sighed.

Brandy took her glasses off and stuck them in her pocket.

"Anything else again?" Sandy groaned.

"Yes. Where were you at lunch?" Sandy pursed her lips.

"I was jogging. Mandy, you were wandering around the hall thinking of a new poem. Sandy you were playing ball against the wall of the gym. None of us saw anyone."

"Got it," Sandy nodded.

They left the bathroom and walked together down the hall to the stairs nearest the parking lot entrance. Brandy looked over the railing then motioned the others forward. They hurried down the stairs and out to the door.

"Going somewhere, girls?"

They turned, startled as Mrs. Evans came forward.

"We were just... "

"Going to the office," Mrs. Evans completed, pointing in the other direction.

"Going to the office," Brandy agreed.

Mrs. Evans marched them to the office. Brandy went through the door first.

"That's the one," a cop said as she came through. Then he saw Sandy, and then Mandy. His jaw dropped and he stared at all three of them incredulously.

"They were headed out the door," Mrs. Evans said.

"Were they? Guilty feelings girls?" Mr. Carling asked.

"No. We were just going home to change.

"I'll bet," the cop said.

"You said she had jeans," Carling said to him.

"Well, she did. I saw her throw them over the fence."

"None of them is wearing jeans."

"Brandy?" Mr. Carling asked paternally. She was, after all, one of his very best pupils, a straight A honors roll, perfect attendance good girl.

"Yes, sir?"

"Who was out in the back with Mark here?" He pointed at Mark, who was sitting in a chair nearby.

"I don't know what you mean, sir."

"Where were you just now?"

"Going home."

"Where were you fifteen minutes ago?" he frowned.

"I was jogging actually."

"Where?"

"Oh, around out back and on the street in front."

"Who was with you?'

"Nobody."

"Nobody saw you?"

"No, sir. What's this all about?" He glared at her and turned to Mandy. He frowned and looked from her to Sandy. He'd known Brandy because Brandy always dressed conservatively, but wasn't sure which were the other two.

"Mandy?"

"Yes, sir?" Mandy asked.

"Ah, Mandy, where were you fifteen minutes ago?"

"Oh, just wandering around."

"Wandering around where?"

"Just around, walking in the hall and out front and out back.

I was trying to think of a new poem."

"Did you speak to anyone? See anyone?"

"I saw a lot of people. I didn't speak to anyone though."

"And you?" Carling glared at Sandy.

"Me, sir?"

"You sir. Where were you?"

"I was throwing my ball against the wall in back of the gym."

"And I don't suppose there's anyone who was there with you."

"No, sir. I was all alone."

"I see."

He glared at all three then back to the cop.

"Well?"

"Well what? They look the same. Even their hair is the same."

"There's still these," Carling smirked, lifting a pair of green bra and panties. "One of you is missing some clothing, I suspect. Unless you had some spares around."

"Won't work, Mister Carling," Evans said.

"What? Why? You can... "

"You can see right here that none of them is wearing a bra. None is the type to come to school without them so I'm sure two of them got rid of theirs somewhere, and I'd bet, their panties too."

Carling glared at them all angrily, then his eyes bored into Sandy.

"I know it was you," he gritted.

"What, sir? Did I do something?"

"This is your boyfriend, isn't it?"

"Who? Him?"

"Yes, him!"

"Well, we used to go out, but we broke up a few days ago."

"I went out with him a couple of times," Brandy interjected.

"Me too," Mandy smiled.

"Which one of you was out back having sex with him?"

"Not me!"

"Not me!"

"Not me!"

"Then you're all suspended!" he roared.

"You can't do that," Brandy said indignantly. "Our parents pay good money for us to go here and I for one didn't do anything."

"You're covering up for her!" He pointed at Sandy.

"Prove it!" He glared in outrage. The cop shook his head and turned to Mark.

"Well, son. Memory coming back. You remember which one was with you?"

"I can't tell them apart, officer."

"You little prick!" Carling snapped.

He turned and stared at all three of them again, then he moved and stood directly in front of Mandy. He glared at her from two inches away, standing there and staring while she fidgeted nervously. His eyes bored into her.

"Who was it?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied.

"Who was it?" He demanded, raising his voice.

"I don't know."

"WHO WAS IT?" He roared, making her wince and step back a foot.

"Hey," Sandy said.

"Yes?"

"If you don't stop yelling in her face I'm gonna slug you."

"Me too," Brandy glared. He stared at them both in outrage. The cop picked up his hat and put it on, then motioned Mark to his feet and moved for the door.

"Take them all with you," Carling demanded.

"Can't. Have to be able to prove which it was."

"We know it was one of them."

"If she confesses, call me. I'm not wasting any more time over this stupid thing."

Sandy snickered and Carling looked ready to explode.

As it turned out all Carling could do was suspend them all for one day. That was what he was allowed to do for violation of the school dress code. Not wearing a bra was the violation. In addition, Brandy and Sandy were suspended an additional day for insolence, for threatening to slug him.

They replayed much of the same scene with their parents that night, who had, of course, been called by the school. Thankfully it was Mrs. Evans who had called them and not Carling. Still, they demanded to know which of them it had been. They could get away with stone walling Carling, but couldn't get away with the same with their parents, they used a different tack entirely.

"It was her!" Brandy declared, pointing at Mandy. Mandy looked outraged and denied it. "It was her!" she said, pointing at Sandy. Sandy sniffed indignantly. "It was her!" she said, pointing at Brandy.

They were all grounded for a week, and had to endure a lengthy sermon on safe sex. Sandy made the sermon even more embarrassing for everyone by asking about anal sex, oral sex techniques, group sex, sadomasochism, bondage, and wife swapping.

"It'll be a cold day in hell before they dare give us another talk about sex," she snickered after they'd been dismissed to their room.

"Jesus God, Sandy, how could you talk like that?" Brandy yelled. "I almost died when you asked Mom about anal sex!"

"And asking them about whips and chains?" Mandy said, screwing up her face. "Even I was embarrassed."

"Yeah, but they were way, way more embarrassed. Did you see Dad's face when I mentioned wife swapping? Ha!"

"You are disgusting," Brandy glared.

"And its your fault we're all grounded for a week," Mandy scowled.

"Hey, you could have turned me in." Brandy threw her pillow at her. Mandy did the same, adding several stuffed animals.

"What happened to you the other day?" Sean asked, when Mandy walked into the studio two days later.

"I got suspended for a day."

"Really? What for?"

"Oh. For nothing. My sister did something and he didn't know which of us it was so he suspended us all."

"Bummer. Why didn't you tell him you didn't do anything?"

"We all did. Only she was lying. Anyway, it was only a day. Ready to paint again?"

"More than ready."

As before she posed for about twenty minutes, then took a break. She was starting to quiver even as the break approached, remembering what he had done during the break the last two times. Sure enough, as she sat on the edge of the pedestal he came over and sat beside her, talking about her sisters and her work, and as before, with no words of warning his hand slid in between her legs and started to fondle her groin.

This time though, he prolonged it, deliberately easing off every time she approached orgasm, turning her into a sweating, heaving, groaning mass of tortured nerve endings and spasming muscles.

He sat on her right, his arm holding her hair from behind, keeping her head up and back as he fondled her clitty and pumped his fingers into her pussy with his other hand. Her cunt was white hot, and now glistened with fuck honey.

The wood beneath her crotch was wet, and so were her thighs and his fingers and knuckles.

He pumped his finger steadily inside her tight sheath, sliding them against her clitty as he rubbed it with his thumb, working her up towards another orgasm, then he eased off, leaving her hanging. She sobbed and slumped back, chest heaving, nipples aching.

Then he did something different. He let go of her hair an eased her back on the pedestal, then got up and went to his bag. He returned as she lay quivering, her hands stroking her body, two fingers pumping inside her sheath.

He knelt next to her and watched as she pumped her fingers inside her crotch hole, her ass humping up against them, her hands caressing her breasts and belly. His face was expressionless as he watched, but grew careful and intent as she began to buck her hips upwards harder and began to grunt and moan in passion.

Then she came, her legs spread wide, her ass bouncing, her back arching as she fucked herself with her fingers and squeezed her hard, swollen breasts.

Only when she had come down from her high did she realize that he had moved his tripod stand up next to her and was painting hurriedly. She regained some of her breath and groaned as she sat up. He put down his paints and strode around to her.

"What... what are... you... doing?" she gasped.

He sat beside her and produced a foot long plastic tube with a sharply rounded head. He pushed a button on one end and a low buzzing came from it. She stared at it in surprise, then anxiety as he brought it down between her thighs and placed the nose against her slit.

"What? Sean! Sea... Sea... Seannnn?" she gasped, wriggling her hips back. He held her steady, one hand behind her neck as he rubbed the tube up and down her slit.

"Shhhhhhhhh," he said. "Just enjoy it."

She stared at him, then at the tube again. It was buzzing hard against her pussy and setting her clitty sparkling in sympathy. She sat still, staring, her worry that he'd intended to push it up into her virgin hole easing as he simply held it against her cunt.

She had to admit that it felt very good... very, very good... wonderfully good.

"Ooohhhhhh!" she gasped, her breathing growing harsher. He continued to rub it up and down her shining wet slit, alternating the pressure, but concentrating on her clitty.

"Oh, Seannnn! Oh! Oh! Why... why... oooohhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, her legs splitting wider and her cunt rubbing back and forth, humping against the plastic tube. Her hands fluttered ineffectually as he lowered her to her back on the pedestal and continued to slide the buzzing tube up and down her bald little cleft.

Her ass ground against the pedestal and she kept humping upwards, her ass bouncing and shaking. Her head thrashed from side to side until he gripped her hair and held her head still. He sat on the edge of the pedestal, carefully watching her face as he worked the plastic tool up and down her cunt opening.

Then she cried out in ultimate release, her hands gripping his wrist, jamming the thing harder against her slit as she rutted desperately against it. Her eyes were wide and shone brightly as her mouth gaped.

She writhed on the pedestal, her feet bouncing and thumping against the side as she gurgled and moaned and whined in wondrous release.

Sean left her the tube and hurried behind his tripod, taking up his brush and painting quickly. Mandy continued to hold the joy stick against her pussy, even as she slowly eased back to earth. The rounded nose felt very good against her cunt, sending soothing, warmth into her loins.

She rubbed it slowly up and down her slit as she moaned and panted tiredly. Her loins re-ignited quickly and she felt the buildup of sexual energy once more, this time much faster than normal. She whimpered, rubbing the tube against her slit again.

She pressed harder, using the thing like she'd used her fingers, grinding it into her pussy, slowly twisting and screwing it against her cunt meat. The sharply rounded nose forced aside her pussy lips and sank into her.

Slowly, the width of the tube increasing with each centimetre, the tube pushed into her love-tunnel. She had no real awareness of what she was doing as she ground and screwed it against herself, but she pushed it deeper and deeper with the passing seconds, easing off whenever the pain grew too great, then pushing back when her excitement mounted higher.

She humped against it, glassy eyed, whimpering and moaning and grunting as she fed more and more of it into her tight, hot slit. And then, just as she came, she felt a sharp pain deep inside her pussy. The tube gave a sudden lurch forward and pushed deeper into her body.

She pumped it, rubbing it instinctively across her clit as she writhed on the pedestal. her legs were splayed and both her hands were pumping the thing up and down as she bounced and shook and gargled in ecstasy. Her head jerked from side to side and then bounced back against the hard wood.