Exile
(c) 2003 Anais Ninja anais_ninja@hotmail.com
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Note: This is my story. The names and details have been changed to
protect the privacy of those involved. Some of this account has been
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I
kept during these years.
This is a sequel to _Wanderings_, which can be found on my asstr.org site:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/wander/index.html
Chapter Five - Bodies (Mf bf teen mast drugs)
I woke up the next morning to find that someone had slipped an envelope
under my door. Opening it up, I found a note from Father Ken, two $100
bills, a consent form signed by "Fr. Kenton Foley" acting as legal
guardian, and directions to a gynecologist's office downtown. In the
handwritten note, Father Ken said that I was excused from classes for
the day in order to see the doctor and "take care of any other
business". I wondered what kind of pull Father Ken had to get an
appointment on such short notice.
I put the envelope away, took a nice long shower, and got dressed.
After a quick breakfast, I took the subway downtown. The appointment
wasn't until 11AM, but I wanted to be early, just in case. As it
happened, I had to sit in the waiting room until well after noon before
the doctor could see me.
He was an older man with a kindly face and snow white hair, narrow
bifocals balanced on a bulbous cherry-red nose. My gynecologist in
Maine had been a younger woman, and I felt sort of funny when this
gentleman began poking and prodding down there, but eventually I relaxed
while he examined me. At least his fingers weren't cold, though the
speculum felt like it had been sitting in the snow for a week.
Dr. Murphy asked me a few questions about my periods, sexual activity,
contraception, and my health in general. He measured my cervix for a
diaphragm, wrote something on a prescription pad, and told me to get
dressed and see the receptionist on the way out. The whole exam had
taken about fifteen minutes at most.
I thought I'd have to pay for the examination, but the receptionist said
that there was some sort of arrangement between Dr. Murphy and the
archdiocese. All I had to do was sign an index card marked with today's
date and I was all set. I took the prescription to a drugstore a few
blocks away and had coffee in a donut shop next door while the
pharmacist filled the order. A half hour later, I had a new diaphragm
and a couple of tubes of spermicidal jelly. It was still early in the
afternoon, and I had $65 in change from one of the hundred dollar bills,
so I decided to go shopping.
The department stores were like nothing we had in Maine. I spent an
hour just looking at skirts and sweaters. They were expensive, too, and
I decided against buying something too pricey, remembering how my
clothes ended up in the donation pile in the basement. One thing I did
need was a nightgown, something modest enough that I could wear it when
I went from my bedroom to the bathroom across the hall, but one that
also would feel nice against my skin. The short babydoll nighties my
mother used to wear were out of style, replaced by long flannel gowns
that went from neck to knees, but I managed to find a silky satin
chemise, chocolate brown with ivory lace trim. That it was on sale,
marked down to $29 from $89 sealed the deal. I bought it, pleased with
myself for finding such a sweet deal.
I walked around downtown Boston for a while, window shopping and
enjoying this free time. I'd walked around the city before, but I'd
been too concerned with finding a place to sleep to see the sights. Now
that I had a place to stay, the city looked different, friendlier.
People smiled here, not as many as in Florida, but much more than I'd
seen in Maine, especially during the winter.
I was heading back to the subway station when I passed a store in a sort
of run down set of blocks near Chinatown. It had a sign that said
"Liberty Books" on the marquee, and "Adults Only" on the door. I peered
inside, curious about what was sold here. There were rows of racks with
magazines and books, and way in the back of the store I could see a
display of sex toys, like the ones Shelly sold in her place. I screwed
up my courage and walked inside, thinking that the worst that could
happen was that I'd get kicked out.
A girl with a shocking pink mohawk haircut stood behind the cash
register, filing her nails with an emery board and chewing a piece of
gum. She gave me a perfunctory glance and went back to her grooming and
chewing. The shop was almost empty except for a middle-aged man in a
suit who was looking through a rack of shrink-wrapped magazines. I
browsed through the book section, hundreds of short pulp novels with
lurid covers, line drawings of women with men, women with women, and men
with men. I worked my way to the back of the store, to the display of
sex toys of all sizes and shapes, each one individually sealed in
cardboard and plastic packages.
I missed the toys I'd left behind before going into foster care. They
were nicer than anything in this store, but more importantly, they were
reminders of what I'd shared with Julia. I didn't want to leave empty-
handed, though, so I selected a small pink vibrator, more or less penis-
shaped, something that I could easily hide if I had to. I brought it up
to the cashier, and she put down her emery board and rang up my
purchase.
"You need batteries for this?" she asked.
"Yes, please." She reached under the counter and pulled out a pack of
AA batteries, ringing them up and placing them in the bag.
"How old are you, hon?" I already had my money out, not expecting this
question.
"Eighteen," I said, straightening up and trying to look older.
"Okay, hadda ask," the cashier said. She took my money and made change,
stapling the plain brown bag shut and handing it over to me.
"Have fun, sweetie," she said, giving me a sly smile.
"Thank you." I left the store and headed back to the shelter.
* * *
Classes were still in session, so it was quiet in the building,
especially upstairs. I sat on my bed for a while, reading and writing
in my journal until I started to get bored. There was still some time
before dinner was served, so I got undressed and put on my new chemise,
enjoying the feel of the supple fabric as it caressed my skin.
I reached for the brown paper bag with my other new purchase, the
vibrator. I unscrewed the bottom and slipped the batteries in,
replacing the end cap and twisting it, making the vibe purr softly. It
looked like a real penis, not much bigger than Billy's boycock, with
veins and bumps along the shaft and a small mushroom-shaped head. With
my new chemise hiked up around my hips, I teased my clit with one hand
while I brought the vibrator to my lips with the other, sucking on the
rubbery phallus and making it glisten.
When it was wet enough, I turned it on and used the humming head to
circle my clit, sending an electric jolt through my belly. Slipping the
tip between my wet labia, I slid it into my sex while I fingered my
clit. It wasn't as intense as the toys that Julia had bought for me,
but the buzz was pleasant enough. I slid it in and out of my pussy, and
then up and over my clit, sending another wave of pleasure through my
belly.
My thoughts wandered as I played with myself, first imagining Dr.
Murphy, the gynecologist, as he loosened his trousers and pulled out his
cock, pushing it into my pussy while my legs were up in the stirrups.
Then I thought about the bookstore, first a cover of one of the books, a
drawing of a little girl in a short dress sitting on the lap of an older
man, her pretty dress bunched up around her waist as the man fondled her
cunny through her little white panties. My thoughts turned to the punky
girl behind the cash register, thinking about her stiff pink mohawk and
how it would look between my legs as she ate me out, wondering if she
had shocking pink pubic hair as well. I was imagining her with a big
pink strap-on, guiding it between my legs, when I started to come. I
arched my back, frigging myself furiously and plunging the vibrator in
and out of my hungry hole until my body stiffened, quivered, and then
went limp.
I turned the vibe off and pulled it out, first licking my juices from
the veiny pink rubber cock and then drying it off with a towel. After
catching my breath, I found a hiding place for the vibrator inside the
bed's boxspring, next to where I'd stashed the bag of pot Billy got for
me. There was still nearly an hour left until dinner, so I decided to
take a bath, bringing a pinch of weed with me to smoke in the tub.
While I was in the bath, I shaved the sparse growth of hair on my pussy.
When I was done, it didn't look too much different than it did when I
was ten years old.
Father Ken came over to me as I was finishing dinner. He sat down next
to me and gave my shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
"Everything go well today?" he asked.
"Yes, it went fine. Thanks."
"So, you're all set now?"
"Yes," I said.
"Good. That's all I need to know. Come see me in an hour or so, okay?"
"Yes, Father." He left me to talk to one of the boys. Across the room,
Billy caught my eye and he gave me a brief smile and a wink. I returned
my tray to the kitchen and headed back to my room, where Billy was
waiting for me.
"Smoke a joint, Sis?" he asked.
"Sure." We ducked into the bathroom, stuffed a wet towel under the
door, and sat next to the open window, passing the joint back and forth.
After we finished the joint, Billy lit a cigarette, holding it outside
of the open window between drags.
"I've got a surprise for you," I said.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you. It wouldn't be a surprise then."
"C'mon, tell me. Please?"
"I'll show you later. I've got to see Father Ken in his office."
"Another examination?" he asked.
"Something like that. I'll come to your room afterwards, okay?"
"Cool," he said, flicking the cigarette out of the window. The glowing
orange tip disappeared into the alley below. I gave Billy a quick kiss
and went back to my room to get ready for Father Ken. I took off my
clothes and slipped my diaphragm in, applying a liberal amount of
spermicidal jelly to the inner surface. I used to skip the jelly
sometimes, when I knew I'd be sleeping with Del or Paco as they hated
the way that stuff tasted, though I never skipped it with Ramon; he'd
always fill my pussy with his cum. Then I put on a pair of panties from
the first package Father Ken had given me, the ones that were a bit too
small and a bit too tight. Over these, I wore the little pink sundress
that Father Ken had given me. Like the panties, these were made for a
younger girl, and the hem barely covered my bottom. Finally, I tied my
hair up in two pigtails and went downstairs to Father Ken's office
suite.
Father Ken was seated behind his desk, wearing a plush terrycloth
bathrobe and sipping a drink. He smiled when he saw me wearing the
dress that he'd given me.
"You look wonderful, Annie," he said. "Turn around for me." I swirled
around, making the hem of the dress float up and expose my tight cotton
panties, and then I came over to him and climbed into his lap, giving
him a kiss on the cheek. He hadn't shaved that day, and his face was
rough and stubbly. Father Ken smiled and put his hand on my thigh,
gently caressing me, his fingers lightly grazing my panty crotch.
"Thank you, Father. For today, I mean."
"Don't thank me yet, Annie. I have a favor to ask you."
"Anything," I said. "Tell me."
"I'll tell you later," he said. "First things first." He put down his
drink and cradled me in his arms, kissing me on the lips. I could taste
the liquor as our tongues met.
"Have a drink, first," Father Ken said, reaching into his desk for the
bottle. He poured about an inch into a glass and added some Coca Cola
until the glass was half full. I gulped it down, and a warm feeling
began to spread through my body. As I laid my head on Father Ken's
shoulder, he put his hands inside my dress and began to caress my back
and belly. I could feel his hardness through his bathrobe, pressing up
against the back of my thighs.
"Let's go into the other room," he said. I slid off of his lap and he
took my hand, leading me into his small bedroom. His robe had slipped
open and I could see his hard cock and heavy balls. Compared to Billy's
young tool, he looked huge. Father Ken sat down on the edge of his bed;
I stood facing him.
"Let's get this off, now," he said, tugging at my dress. I pulled it up
over my head and draped it over a chair, untied my shoes, and stepped
out of them, standing before him in just my panties and socks. Father
Ken put his hands on my hips and drew me closer, leaning in to kiss my
nipples. I ran my hands through his hair, tilting my head back and
closing my eyes as he suckled my breasts. His hands roamed over my
body, down my back and over my bottom and thighs, a gentle touch despite
his strong hands. I felt him tugging at my panties, slowly pulling them
down my thighs.
"Very nice," he said, when he saw that I had shaved.
"I did it for you, Father," I said. Actually, I did it for myself, but
he didn't need to know that. We kissed again, and then I knelt between
his knees and he shrugged the bathrobe off of his shoulders, letting it
fall to the bed. I gave his stiff member a gently kiss on the tip.
There was a tiny drop of precum that made a slender thread connecting my
lips with his glans. It didn't last long, disappearing as I lowered my
head into Father Ken's crotch and took his cock in my mouth.
Father Ken sighed and leaned back on the bed as I slowly began to suck
him, swirling my tongue over the underside of his shaft as my lips
engulfed his hardness. I didn't want to make him come too fast, knowing
that something better was in the offing. I just wanted to wet his cock
to make it easier to take him inside of me.
"Lay back, Father," I whispered. His penis glistened with moisture as
he shifted lengthwise on the bed and laid down on his back. The tight
cotton panties were still around my thighs, locking my legs together, so
I stepped out of them and climbed into bed, straddling Father Ken's
hips. He looked up at me and smiled, slipping his hands along my thighs
as I reached down to guide him inside me.
I hadn't been properly fucked since that night with Michael a week
earlier, so Father Ken's fat cock was a nice tight fit. As I eased
myself on to the priest's staff, I wondered about Michael and Sandi,
whether she'd left him or not, whether I'd ever see him again. His loft
wasn't far from the shelter; perhaps I'd run into him someday.
All thoughts of Michael's lovely prick dissipated like a puff of smoke
as Father Ken's cock began to fill me. An involuntary smile crossed my
face as his column of pleasure stuffed my sex. I glanced down between
my legs and watched Father Ken's thick meat disappear into my hungry
hole, inch by inch until his coarse pubes tickled my freshly shorn
labia. Looking up at his face, I could see he was fascinated at the
sight of his cock slowly sliding inside me. I leaned over his chest and
kissed him.
"How does that feel, Father?"
"It's wonderful, Annie. I've never..."
"Never?"
"Never. Well, just..."
"Boys?"
"And other men," he said. I was astonished that he'd never made love to
a girl before, that I was his first. We really hadn't even begun to
fuck; I made up my mind to make this special for him, something he'd
never forget. I began to ease off his cock, slowly, carefully, until
just the tip lingered inside me, and then I slid back down on his stiff
pole, engulfing him once more.
Father Ken held me by the hips until I took his hands and guided them to
my breasts. He gently pinched my stiff nipples, flicking them with his
fingers. I began to do the same to him, running my hands over his chest
and squeezing his pectorals. Other than a bit of flab, he was pretty
well built, with strong arms and broad shoulders, not as nice as Ramon's
had been, but Father Ken didn't spend all of his time on a fishing boat
hauling nets and reeling in drag lines.
I began to slide up and down a bit faster, wiggling my hips a bit on the
down stroke, making his hardness stir my snatch with a circular motion.
Father Ken's hips began to rise off of the bed to meet mine, pressing
his flesh even deeper within my cleft, making me gasp with pleasure. He
moved his hands from my breasts down to my ass, guiding me as I rose and
fell on his rigid tool, urging me to pump his manhood faster. I leaned
forward and rested my head on his heaving chest, giving me a little more
leverage with which to move my hips.
With my ear against his sternum, I could hear his heavy breathing, his
heartbeat, and the little grunts and gasps he'd make with each thrust of
his hips. I could feel his hands spreading my cheeks apart, dipping his
fingers between them, teasing my nether hole as we fucked. I thought
about how nice it would be to have someone take me there, too, someone
young and energetic like Billy, someone who could give my bottom a brisk
workout while I slowly slid up and down Father Ken's fat tool. Maybe
some other time...
The pace of our thrusts increased as Father Ken wrapped his arms around
my body and began to pound me from below. I grabbed his shoulders as he
held me in a bear hug; all I could do was move my hips against his, up
and down and side to side, corkscrewing them the way Del's hips used to
when we made love. I clenched myself around Father Ken's hard cock,
feeling him respond with a twitch and a spasm. I heard him gasp loudly
and he released me from his arms. He was getting close, very close.
I sat upright again and began to bounce on his hard cock, using his
fleshy thighs to rebound with every stroke, fucking him faster and
faster. He held my thighs, keeping me from bouncing too high and
releasing him from the warm embrace of my sex. The narrow bed went from
a rhythmic squeaking to an ominous groaning as we approached its
breaking point. Father Ken didn't seem to care one bit; his eyes were
fixed on my jiggling breasts, bouncing with each stroke.
"Annie...I...I'm gonna..."
"Come. Come for me," I urged him. He needed no further encouragement
as he grabbed my bottom and pulled me down on his cock for one last
thrust. I felt him swell and throb inside me, his cockhead flaring as
he began to spurt his sacred seed in my needy greedy hole. I missed the
feeling of an erupting cock filling me with cum, the warm feeling that
I'd get when Ramon came inside me.
As Father Ken's cock began to soften inside me and begin to slip out, I
collapsed on his chest, wiggling my bottom to keep him in me. He held
me in his arms, caressing my back and kissing the top of my head.
"Annie? You didn't come, did you?" he whispered.
"No. That's okay. It felt wonderful anyway," I said.
"But...I want to..."
"Shhh. Relax. It's okay," I cooed. His soft cock slipped out of my
messy snatch, and I felt his cum start to drip from between my lips.
Suddenly, he rolled me over on my back, pinning me to the bed as he
kissed me. As I was wondering what he was going to do next, he began to
slide down towards the foot of the bed, hoisting my legs over his
shoulders and ducking his head between them, going straight for my sex.
I'd had head from men and women, boys and girls, but getting eaten by
Father Ken was like nothing I'd ever experienced. He was like a hungry
animal, greedily licking up his own semen from my dripping hole, his
rough tongue running over my clit, strong hands cupping my ass and
bringing my honeypot up to his mouth. He was relentless, tireless,
drinking my nectar and his cream like a starving man. The tingling in
my belly that had waned after he came was back with a vengeance. I
closed my eyes and imagined that I was being ravished by a wolf, a
satyr, a bear, slobbering over my pussy to get it ready for its feral
penis.
As Father Ken's stiff tongue ravished my tender sex I began to come,
thighs quivering, hips shaking, an involuntary stiffening of my limbs
rendering me helpless in his bed. I think I might have kicked his back
a couple of times with my heels, like a rider spurring on a horse, but
he didn't even seem to notice. He just kept lashing me with his tongue,
sucking me with his lips, squeezing my bottom with his hands until I
couldn't take anymore.
"Father...Father...stop...Papi...enough..." I gasped. He stopped and
looked up, seeing me red-faced and helpless in his bed, a crimson flush
spreading across my chest. Letting my legs down from his shoulders, he
crawled back on top of me, his face moist with my juices and his seed.
We kissed, sharing the taste of our lovemaking, and then we lay together
quietly, holding each other close.
"Wow," I said, once I had caught my breath. What he lacked in finesse,
he more than made up for with raw energy.
"Was that okay?" Father Ken asked.
"Yeah, it was great," I replied. This wasn't the time to critique his
technique. I was happy that he'd finished me off. Not too many men
would lick a cum-filled pussy, not even if it was their own semen.
I half expected Father Ken to fall asleep, like he had on previous
evenings, but his hardening cock surprised me, pressing against my thigh
as his hands roamed over my body. This time he was on top, pinning me
to the bed as he fucked me with a slow, steady pace. He lasted much
longer this time, making me moan and thrash beneath his pumping cock
when I came. After he filled my spasming cunny with his sperm, he
kissed me tenderly and rolled off of me, his heavy eyelids closing as he
drifted off to sleep. He still hadn't told me what the favor he
mentioned earlier was all about, and I hadn't had a chance to tell him
that I had money left over from the $200 he'd given me for the
gynecological exam and the diaphragm, but I made a mental note to talk
to him about it the next day.
I blotted my dripping pussy with a towel and got dressed, checking
myself with the bathroom mirror before leaving. I looked like I'd been
fucked by a football team. My hair was a tangled mess, my thighs were
sticky with semen, and I could feel a wet spot forming in the crotch of
my cotton panties. I straightened myself up as best as I could, giving
the slumbering priest a kiss on his cheek and leaving the tiny bedroom.
My drink was still on his desk, where I'd left it. I downed it while I
sat in his big leather chair, and then I opened his desk drawer, taking
out his bottle of pills, listening for the sound of Father Ken's snoring
before going any further. I spilled a few out, wrapping them in a
tissue and stuffing the wad in the waistband of my undies. Right before
I left, I poured some of his bourbon into the half-empty can of Coke and
took it with me.
* * *
It was late and the shelter was quiet. I tiptoed down the hall and
knocked on the door to Billy's room. He was sitting in bed, reading a
comic book.
"Hey, Annie," he said, putting aside "Spiderman".
"Hi, sweetie. Ready for your surprise?"
"Yeah!" he said, smiling.
"Okay, meet me in my room in about ten minutes. I've got to shower
first."
"Shower?"
"Father Ken left me a gooey mess," I said. "I really need one badly."
"Okay. Ten minutes," he said. I kissed his freckled forehead and
squeezed his thigh.
"Want one of these?" I asked, reaching under my dress to pull the wad of
tissue holding the pills from the waistband of my panties.
"What are they?"
"Valium. Tranquilizers. I swiped them from Father Ken."
"You're bad," he laughed, holding out his hand. I gave him one and took
another. We washed them down with the can of bourbon and coke.
"Ten minutes, okay?"
"You bet." I kissed him again and went upstairs to shower. Afterwards,
I dried off, put on my new chemise, and pulled my lumpy mattress off of
the boxspring and on to the floor next to the bed. There would be no
squeaky bedsprings tonight. I sat on the mattress and brushed my hair
while I waited for Billy.
A few minutes later he knocked softly and I let him in. He was holding
a wet towel, which he stuffed under the door, after which we pried my
window open and leaned on the sill while we smoked a joint laced with
hash.
"Let's save the rest for later," I said after we'd smoked half of the
joint. "I don't want you falling asleep on me before I can give you
your surprise."
"C'mon. Tell me what it is," he pleaded.
"It's a surprise," I whispered. "You'll love it." I sat down on the
boxspring and pulled him closer to me. Billy leaned down and kissed me
on the lips, his tongue lightly brushing against mine, his hands
caressing my bare shoulders.
"You're turning into quite a kisser," I said, unbuttoning his shirt and
pulling the shirttails from his pants. Then I unbuckled his belt and
unzipped his trousers, holding him steady as he stepped out of them.
His hard cock strained against the front of his briefs, popping out as I
slowly pulled down his shorts. When he was naked, we lay down together
on the mattress and began to kiss again, our hands roaming over each
other as we nibbled each other's lips. As I stroked his hard young
boycock he fondled my breasts through the slippery chocolate satin
chemise.
"Ready, Billy?" I asked him, hiking the hem of my chemise up around my
waist. I was already wet and he was as hard as he'd ever get; foreplay
wasn't really necessary.
"Yeah. Ready for what?" he said, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Get between my legs," I whispered, lying back and gently pulling him on
top of me. As I stroked his stiff dick and began to guide it towards my
sex, Billy suddenly realized what we were about to do.
"Wait, won't you get knocked up?" he asked.
"I've go protection," I said, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my
labia. "Surprise."
"Wow," was all Billy could say, as he finally realized that we were
about to fuck.
"Start off slow," I whispered as I parted my nether lips with the tip of
Billy's penis. Despite the shower, my cunny was still slick with Father
Ken's sperm. Billy's hard boycock slid in easily.
"Slow, Billy. Slow," I urged him. I could tell he wanted to speed up
immediately from the tension in his hips and butt. It was only my firm
grip on his bottom that kept him from jackhammering me with his eager
young tool.
"Feel good, baby?" I asked him.
"Yeah."
"Better than my mouth?"
"Yeah."
"Better than my ass?"
"Shit, yeah," he said. "You're so wet and warm."
I didn't want to tell him that his stick was stirring up someone else's
cum, so I just kissed him on the lips. Billy stretched out on top of
me, his chest against my satin-clad breasts, the top of his shaft sawing
against my clit. I let go of his buns and began to run my hands all
over his smooth back. Without my hands regulating his pace, he began to
thrust faster.
"Yeah...fuck...yeah...," I began to murmur. I didn't think I'd come
again that night; Father Ken had already brought me off twice, once with
his tongue and once with his fat cock. But my numb little clit began to
tingle from the friction of Billy's hard pecker brushing against it
every second or third stroke. The tingling began to spread as he
pounded me faster. I rocked my hips to meet his, returning my hands to
his firm little boy buns, feeling them tense and relax as he pounded my
pussy.
Suddenly Billy's body tensed up, and I could feel his boycock begin to
twitch inside me, releasing his seed to mingle with Father Ken's. I
tightened myself around Billy's spasming shaft, trying to milk more than
a drop of his hot semen. Billy let out a little gasp and then relaxed
on top of me, laying his head on my shoulder as I caressed his smooth
skin. As we lay together on the mattress, I kept clenching my muscle
around his still-hard penis.
"Annie...," Billy said as he started to roll off of me.
"Shhh...stay inside me," I whispered. We kissed, lightly nibbling each
other's lips, playing hide-and-seek with our tongues. I pulled my
chemise off over my head, longing for some skin-to-skin contact, feeling
his hairless chest against my budding breasts. Billy was still hard, so
I began to rock my hips slowly, bearing down on his cock with each
stroke.
We did it slower this time, and he lasted much longer, surprising me
when he made a palpable effort to keep from coming until I had, closing
his eyes and frowning every time he neared his climax. I wondered what
he was thinking about. Baseball? Multiplication tables? Regardless,
he managed to control himself wonderfully for a boy his age. Father Ken
didn't have this degree of control.
Billy eventually came soon after I did, spurred on by the feeling of my
cunny spasming around his shaft as I convulsively climaxed. This time
he softened inside me, slipping out as we lay together afterwards. He
rolled off of me and we held each other, laying side-by-side on the bare
mattress. As we began to cool off from our lovemaking, I reached over
to the bed and pulled the blankets down on both of us.
"Sleepy?" I asked him. Billy nodded. "We can't spend the whole night
together. We might get caught."
"Yeah, you're right," he said. He started to get up.
"Wait, stay just a few minutes longer," I said. Billy smiled and held
me tighter, nestling his head against my little breasts. I began to
wish that we could spend all night in this makeshift bed and make love
in the morning, but this just wasn't possible in the shelter. After a
few more minutes of snuggling, we reluctantly got up from our nest.
Billy helped me drag the mattress back on top of the boxspring and got
dressed. We shared a long goodnight kiss and then he left. I pulled my
chemise back on and got into bed, running the events of the evening
through my head before falling asleep.
* * *
I had classes as usual the next day. The boys in my class still weren't
talking to me, but the olive-skinned boy, the one who sort of resembled
Del, kept sneaking sidelong glances at me whenever Sister Josephine
wasn't looking. I smiled back at him and he blushed and looked away.
I ran into Father Ken in the front hall after lunch. He was just coming
back from somewhere, dressed in a heavy black coat, his nose and cheeks
pink from the frigid weather.
"Father Ken? Could I speak with you for a second?" I asked him. He
told me to follow him down to his office. I took a seat across from his
desk while he hung up his coat and scarf.
"So, what's on your mind, Anne?" he said, settling down behind his desk
and pouring a mid-afternoon drink.
"Well, a couple of things. I still have some money left over from
yesterday, from what you gave me."
"How much?"
"A hundred," I replied. He thought it over for a second.
"Tell you what, Anne. Why don't you buy yourself something nice, like a
dress or a new winter coat, okay?"
"Thank you, Father." I tried not to show my surprise. Father Ken was
still holding the cash I'd taken from my foster father the night I ran
away. I figured that he was keeping it so I wouldn't be able to run
away and buy a bus ticket to somewhere. It was 1981 and $100 could
practically buy a bus ticket to Los Angeles.
"You're welcome, Anne. Anything else on your mind?"
"Well, last night you mentioned a favor, and I was wondering..."
"...what the favor is?"
"Yes, sir," I said, folding my hands in my lap. Father Ken looked at me
for a moment and took a sip of his drink.
"Well, there's a colleague of mine, a Father Murphy. We attended
seminary together years ago." Father Ken took another sip before
continuing.
"He'd very much like to meet you, Anne".
"And...examine me?"
"Yes, Anne. If you feel uncomfortable about this..."
"Can I think about it?" I asked him.
"Sure. Take all the time you want," Father Ken said, smiling at me. He
had that look of sincerity, the look that persuaded me to stay with him
at the shelter that first night. "Come down here after dinner and we
can talk some more."
"Thank you, Father," I said. We shared a quick kiss before I left for
my afternoon class.
* * *
Later that night I was in Father Ken's bed, straddling his hips with my
thighs, sliding up and down on his hard cock, my head spinning from
Valium and bourbon. He was underneath me, pushing his hips against
mine, his hands on my bottom, probing my crack with his fingers. I felt
his thighs begin to tense and his cock start to twitch, so I leaned
forward, releasing all except the tip of his penis from my hungry pussy,
hoping to prolong our coupling.
"Father?" I whispered. My face was but inches from his, my blond hair
spilling around his head.
"Yes, Anne?" His hips moved upward slightly as he tried to push his
shaft inside me again. I remained motionless.
"I'll do it," I said. "Father Murphy, I mean." I slowly began to slide
down his pole, feeling a growing tingling down there as he filled me up.
"That's wonderful, Anne. Thank you." He lifted his head off of the
pillow and kissed me as our hips ground together again. My climax began
to bloom, and I lost my control, frantically humping his hardness with
my quivering hips. Father Ken had my bottom in his hands and was
encouraging me to slam myself down against his cock. I was so lost in
my own pleasure that I didn't even feel him come. He must have,
however, because he roughly grabbed my bottom and kept me from humping
him any further. Soon he was soft and slipping out of me, and I could
feel his warm semen begin to flow from my messy slit.
As I lay on top of Father Ken, listening to him breathe, a strange mix
of feelings flowed through me. I felt vulnerable, yet safe. Needy, yet
satisfied at the same time. The man beneath me was facilitating the
most horrid of crimes, the sexual abuse of children in his charge, yet I
felt like I'd do anything he asked me to do.
When I had been in school back in Maine, there was a local scandal
involving one of the high school's guidance counselors, who was seen
entering a motel room with one of the students, a seventeen-year-old
girl. Until then, I had only the vaguest notion of the illegality of
what my stepfather and I had been doing, not to mention my relationship
with Julia. I knew that these things were frowned upon, and probably
against the law, but when the counselor was found guilty and sentenced
to ten years in the state penitentiary, I realized how serious the
consequences would be should someone find out about us.
Father Ken's cum had dripped out of me, spilling over his cock and
balls. I crawled down the length of his body and licked him clean,
hoping to make him hard again. But he was asleep, lightly snoring as he
lay on the bed. I kissed his cheek and got dressed, quietly closing the
door to his bedroom behind me.
It was quiet in the shelter. As I walked upstairs, I thought about
knocking on Billy's door. His light was off, however, and I decided not
to wake him up. My sad little Chris was asleep as well, so I just went
back to my room, grabbed my pot and a towel, and took a hot bath,
smoking some weed while the bathtub filled.
* * *
The shelter's furnace broke the next day. I woke up to a room as cold
as an icebox. There was no hot water, either, and no gas for cooking
breakfast. Father Ken walked us over to the cathedral, where we all
waited in the pews until a bus came to pick us up. We were driven over
to a parochial school and served breakfast, and then ushered into an
auditorium, where we watched an old black & white film about the Bible.
It was mind-numbing boredom.
By the time we were bused back to the shelter that evening, everything
had been fixed. After I finished dinner, I headed upstairs wanting
nothing more than to smoke some pot and take a bath, but I ran into
Father Ken on the stairs.
"Tonight?" he said.
"Tonight?"
"Father Murphy wants to meet you tonight."
"Oh. When?" I'd nearly forgotten about the "favor".
"In an hour. My office." He glanced around to see if anyone was in
earshot.
"Okay. In an hour," I said.
"Wear your school clothes," Father Ken said, giving my hand a discreet
squeeze before heading down the stairs.
I still had time for a bath and a smoke. Afterwards, I put on my plaid
skirt and white blouse and headed downstairs to Father Ken's office.
There was another priest with him, a man about his age, with thick black
hair streaked with silver and a florid face, crimson cheeks and nose as
if he'd just come in from the cold night.
"Anne, this is Father Murphy," Father Ken said, half-standing behind his
desk.
"Father Steve," the other priest said, extending his hand for a shake.
"Anne," I said, taking a seat next to him. I crossed my legs and
smoothed my skirt over my thigh.
"You're a very lovely girl," Father Steve said. "Stand up and let me
take a look at you."
I stood up and moved closer to his chair. He crossed and re-crossed his
legs, a visible bulge growing in his trousers. I rested my hand lightly
on his knee, and he reached a trembling hand out to caress my cheek.
"Lovely," he murmured, taking a rather big sip of his drink. He put his
glass down on the desk.
"Show Father Steve how you're growing, Anne," Father Ken said as he
refilled his colleague's drink. I smiled at him and began to unbutton
my blouse, slowly, lingering over the last button before revealing my
breasts.
"Yes...perfect...," Father Steve whispered, his shaking hand hesitating
before cupping my little buds. "Perfect..."
"If you'd like some privacy...," Father Ken said, motioning towards the
bedroom.
"Yes, please. Come, Anne," Father Steve said, standing up and taking me
by the hand, holding his drink in the other. He closed the door to
Father Ken's tiny bedroom behind us, and took off his jacket, draping it
over the back of a chair. Then he sat down on the bed and motioned for
me to come closer.
"Are you nervous, Anne?" He held my hips, guiding me between his knees,
his gaze fixed on my bare breasts.
"No, Father," I said. I was a little apprehensive, but I tried hard not
to show it. I put my hands on his knees and felt him tug at my skirt's
zipper, slowly pulling it down. He undid the button on the side and the
skirt fell around my ankles. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside,
shrugging my blouse off of my shoulders. Father Steve reached out and
ran his hands over my cotton panties, brushing against my crotch with
his fingers. Then he tugged at them, and I pulled them down so he could
see me. I had shaved what little hair had grown back down there.
Father Steve just stared at my cunny, like he was hypnotized. I stood
there for what seemed like hours while he sat there with his eyes locked
on my sex.
"Will you rub my tummy?" I asked him, realizing that I had to take the
initiative, or else we'd be here all night.
"Does your tummy hurt, Anne?" he asked, snapping out of his trance.
"A little. Will you rub it for me?"
"Of course. Lay down," he said, shifting his perch to the foot of the
bed. I laid down on my back, my legs slightly spread. Father Steve
began to gently caress my belly, his soft hands slowly moving in a
circular motion.
"That better?" he asked.
"Mmmm...it feels good," I cooed. Father Steve's hand began to roam
higher, edging towards my breasts. I took his hand in mine and placed
it on my tit, moving it around so his palm brushed over my stiff nipple.
He placed his other hand between my legs, cupping my sex as he fondled
my tits. I spread my legs a bit wider.
"Will you lay with me?" I asked Father Steve. He had that fixated
expression on his face, and I felt like I had to keep making the next
move. He looked at me and slowly withdrew his hands. They shook as he
began to unbutton his shirt.
Slowly, methodically, he began to take off his clothes, carefully
folding each item and placing them on the chair which held his jacket.
He even folded his boxer shorts and black socks. I got a quick look at
his body as he crawled into bed and shut the light; he had a bit of a
paunch, pale, spindly legs, and a hard but stubby cock, as red as his
nose. I snuggled up against him and listened to his breathing.
"Father?" There was no answer. "Father?"
"Yes?" he said, his voice hoarse.
"Would you like me to make you feel good?" I reached between us and
brushed my fingers against his cock.
"Yes," he whispered. I gave his tool a gentle squeeze and kissed him on
the lips, coaxing his tongue out to play with mine. His hand found my
breast again, squeezing it just a little too hard. I took his shaking
hand and guided it down to my bottom, where I didn't mind a little
roughness. Father Steve's heart was racing as I began to lick and kiss
his nipples, working my way down his chest and round belly in the
darkness.
Now I was face-to-face with his cock. I gave the tip a gentle kiss as I
explored him with my fingers. He was short, really not that much longer
than Billy's, but his penis was thick, with a fat mushroom head capping
the stubby shaft. I thought about Mr. Hubbard for a moment; his cock
was just like this one. As I took the glans into my warm mouth, Father
Steve rolled on to his back and parted his legs. I curled up between
them, feeling his warmth linger on the sheets, and began to slowly suck
him.
Father Steve's hips began to move, and he began to moan softly, his hard
cock sliding over my lips with each shaky thrust. I cupped his big
balls and swirled my tongue over his fat cockhead, sucking him as
skillfully as I could. I heard him gasp a few times, and his cock
twitched sporadically in my mouth, but he didn't come. I redoubled my
effort, sucking him harder, faster, my head bobbing between his thighs,
but he still didn't come. My jaw was starting to ache. I thought he'd
have a hair trigger from the way he was shaking.
Finally, my neck began to cramp from the somewhat awkward position I was
in. I released his cock from my mouth, making a wet slurping sound, and
sat up on the bed. Father Steve looked down at me expectantly, like he
wanted something but he couldn't ask for it. I straddled his hips and
he rocked his pelvis, pressing his glistening cock against my sex. I
reached down and parted my lips with the tip of his prick, wetting
myself with the precum that oozed from his penis. As his glans entered
me, I settled my hips down against his, sliding my sex down his stubby
shaft.
I began to ride him, slowly moving up and down on his pole. Father
Steve gazed up at me, breathing through his mouth, an ecstatic
expression on his face. I guided his hands up to my breasts, and he
flicked my pebbly nipples with his fingers, but again he began to
squeeze my tits too hard, so I moved his clumsy hands down to my bottom.
I had been riding Father Steve's cock slowly, steadily, thinking that
he'd take his time before coming, but once his hands were on my ass he
pulled me against him and began frantically rocking his hips, pumping my
cunny with his stubby prick. Suddenly, he tensed up, his fingers
digging into my flesh, and I felt him twitch inside me, the heat of his
semen spreading through my sex. He clutched my bottom until his cock
stopped spasming and began to soften, then he relaxed and let out a long
sigh, releasing me from his grip.
I rolled off of him and began to snuggle against him, but he rolled over
on to his side and got out of bed, flicking the light on. I shielded my
eyes with the pillow, blinded for a moment as Father Steve picked my
panties up off the floor and used them to clean off his flaccid cock.
He dropped them on the bed when he was done and proceeded to get
dressed. He didn't say a word. He didn't even look at me. After he
got dressed, he left the bedroom, leaving the door half-open. I heard
the creak of Father Ken's leather chair.
I could hear Father Ken saying something, but I couldn't make out the
words.
"Yes, fine," Father Steve replied. "Fifty?" Father Ken said something
else, and I heard the rustling of paper.
"Next week?" Father Ken said.
"Yes, please," the other priest replied.
"Time for another drink?" Father Ken asked his colleague. Father Steve
declined, and left soon after. As the office door closed, Father Ken
walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Are you all right, Annie?" he asked, gently touching my shoulder.
"Yes."
"Was he too rough?"
"A little." I could still Father Steve's fingers on my bottom.
"Let me see," Father Ken said. I rolled on my back and let him examine
me, let him part my legs to see the other priest's semen oozing from my
sex. Father Ken touched me gently, softly, not like Father Steve, his
hands caressing my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Then I felt his warm
breath on my sticky sex, and he kissed my sloppy snatch, softly at
first, then a little harder, scooping up Father Ken's cum with his
tongue. He licked me carefully, cleaning my little twat, and I ached to
feel his tongue on my clit. I moved my hips slightly, wanting him to
lick higher, to touch my swollen button.
I got my wish. Father Ken's tongue began to work its way up to my clit,
bathing it, swirling over it, making me squeal with delight. I closed
my eyes and tried to picture myself in bed with the two priests, with
Father Ken pounding my pussy from behind while I sucked Father Steve's
fat mushroom-headed prick, their two glistening cocks assaulting me from
both ends, filling me with spurts of hot semen as they came
simultaneously. That's when I began to come for real, my quivering
thighs pressing against Father Ken's shoulders while he lashed my clit
with his tongue. I had one last mental image of the two priests filling
my hungry holes before my pleasure peaked. I closed my eyes tight as I
came, and I could almost see the stars again.
The feeling receded like an outgoing tide when Father Ken lifted his
mouth away from my cunny. My eyes were still half-closed but I could
hear a rustling of clothes, the scrape of a belt buckle against the
floor. Suddenly, Father Ken was on top of me, parting my legs, lifting
them over his shoulders, and stuffing his hard meat inside my soaking
pussy. He filled me with his cock and began to thrust.
"Father...yes...do me...fuck me..." My orgasm continued where it left
off, building to a higher peak as Father Ken pounded my pussy. His cock
burrowed into me, reaching places that Father Steve's prick couldn't
touch, the fleshy ridge of his glans sweeping over that sensitive spot
inside me. My toes curled as my pussy convulsed around his veiny shaft,
squeezing him, urging him to fill me with his spunk. "Come in me,
Father. Come for me. Come..."
But Father Ken didn't come inside me. He stayed in my pussy until the
last possible moment and then pulled out, jerking his cock with short,
quick strokes until he spurted his hot seed on my cleft and belly, warm
ropy jets of semen that pooled around my navel. Then he let my legs
drop from my shoulders, got up from the bed, and walked back into his
office, leaving me alone in his bedroom.
I lay quietly in his bed, wondering what had just happened. This wasn't
like him; he usually fell asleep after we did it. I plucked my panties
off of the bed and used them to blot Father Ken's semen from my belly
and cunny. I debated whether I should actually put them on or not.
They were still wet from when Father Steve wiped his cock off with them.
In the end I decided to put them on, as it would have been awkward to
run into someone in the hall while carrying a pair of semen-soaked
panties. I dressed quickly and walked into Father Ken's office.
"Father Ken?" He was seated behind his desk, pouring himself a fresh
drink, his bathrobe open.
"Yes, Anne?" He answered without looking up.
"Would you hold me for a while?"
"Um...sure. Come sit on my lap, Anne." He took a sip of his drink and
patted his thighs. I sat down on his lap and hooked my arm around his
neck, resting my head on his chest. Father Ken put down his drink and
held me, gently rocking me back and forth in his chair.
I was just about to close my eyes when I saw $50 in cash on his desk.
When I realized that this was the "fifty" that Father Ken and Father
Steve had discussed, I felt an icy ball forming in the pit of my
stomach.
Father Ken had just pimped me out to another priest.
"Father Steve was very much taken with you, Anne," he said, still
rocking me in his arms. "He'd like to see you again next week. Would
you like that, Anne?"
"I guess," I said. I felt a weird mix of conflicting emotions. Seeing
the money laying there on the desk made me feel like I'd been used. I
thought that sleeping with Father Steve was an act of kindness, like the
hand job I'd given old Father John, not a commercial transaction.
At the same time, my affection for Father Ken never wavered. I'd do
anything for him, anything he wanted, even sleep with his clumsy
colleague again. I felt safe in his arms as he rocked me back and forth
like a baby, safe from the streets, safe from abusive foster parents,
angry whores, and mad girlfriends.
And there was a twist to all this: it felt exciting to know that someone
had paid to sleep with me. Was there really any difference between this
and the time I sucked Billy's cock for a bag of pot? Or what about the
things I did with Michael? Wasn't that my way of showing my gratitude
for taking me in off of the streets and feeding me? If there was a
difference, it was negligible.
I'd already crossed that line. I was a whore.
"Get some sleep, Anne," Father Ken said.
"Okay. Goodnight, Father." I kissed him on the cheek, and the warmth
returned to his eyes. He kissed me on the lips, just a little peck, and
then patted my bottom as I got up from his lap. I headed back upstairs
to take a shower and go to sleep.
On my way back to my bedroom, I passed Chris's room and heard him
sobbing again. I stood outside his door, debating whether I should go
in or not. I really needed to wash up; my belly felt sticky from Father
Ken's semen and my spermy panties were adhering to my bottom and hips.
But hearing Chris's sobbing tugged at my heartstrings. I knocked softly
on his door and entered his room.
Chris was lying on his bed, clutching his pillow, his face red and tear-
streaked, his moist eyes closed tightly. I sat down on the edge of his
bed and gently stroked his hair.
"Mom?"
"It's Annie, Chris. From across the hall."
"Mommmmm...," he wailed, casting aside the pillow. "Hold me."
I took him in my arms and held him, gently rocking him back and forth
just as Father Ken had done for me only a few minutes earlier. I felt
his chest heave with each sob, and his tears began to soak through my
blouse. After a few minutes of holding him and whispering soft
reassurances, I tried to get up to leave, but he held fast, reluctant to
let go of me.
"Chris, I've got to wash up and go to sleep."
"Please stay, Annie. Please?"
"I can't. I've got to..."
"Please?"
"Chris..."
"Please?" I couldn't say no.
"Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?"
"Could I?"
"Yes. Come..." I got up from the bed and took his hand, leading him
across the hall to my room, where I dried his eyes with a towel.
"I've got to wash up first. I'll be back in a few minutes," I said,
tucking him into my bed and kissing him on the forehead. I took a very
quick shower, just rinsing off the residue of the evening's encounter,
and returned to my room. Chris was still awake, laying in my bed with
the covers pulled up to his chin, watching intently as I finished drying
myself off and slipped on my satin chemise. I climbed into bed and he
snuggled up against me, holding me with his skinny arms.
"Thank you, Annie," he whispered.
"Sleep well, baby," I said, turning out the light next to the bed.
"Annie?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be my mommy?"
What do you say to something like that? A tear began to form in the
corner of my eye as I searched my heart for the right words.
"Chris, honey, I can't be your mommy. I'm only fourteen and you're,
what, eleven?"
"Ten."
"All the same, I'm too young to be your mom, honey."
"Couldn't you be my pretend mommy? I'll be a good boy for you. I
promise. I will." Chris looked to be on the verge of tears again. I
held him, held him tightly, wrapping my arms around his skinny little
body and hugging him.
"Okay, baby. I'll be your 'pretend' mommy. Shhhhh..." I began rocking
him in my arms again, kissing the salty tears from his cheek. Chris
sighed contentedly and I could feel the tension in his chest begin to
melt away.
"Thank you, Mommy."
"Good night, baby," I whispered. Chris nestled his head on my shoulder
and closed his eyes. For the first time I could recall, he smiled.
* * *
That night I dreamed that I was in the cathedral, lying naked on the
red-carpeted altar. Father Ken stood over me in a purple and white
cassock, sprinkling some sort of liquid on me from a silver chalice, a
sticky white fluid that pooled on my belly. The boys from the shelter
were all there, dressed as altar boys in white robes trimmed with gold
fringe. Father Steve was there as well, holding a silver plate with a
pile of little round wafers on it. He knelt next to me and placed a
wafer between my labia, all the while murmuring something in Latin.
Then the boys, lined up in order of height, walked over to where I was
laying. Chris was the first in line, his rosy cheeks free of tears, his
unruly mop of blond hair neatly combed away from his cute face. He
knelt between my legs and bent down, pulling the wafer from my lips with
his teeth before standing up and taking a seat in the front row of pews.
Father Steve, still kneeling next to me, replaced the wafer with a fresh
one. The edges were rough and felt scratchy against my clit as he
slipped it into my pussy, leaving just enough exposed so that the next
boy could grab it with his teeth, just like Chris had done.
When all of the boys had partaken of their wafers, Father Ken loosened
his cassock. He was naked underneath, and his cock looked bigger than
ever. He knelt between my legs and entered me. Then Father Steve
slipped a cushion behind my neck, tilting my head back. I could see
that his cassock was open as well, revealing his stubby cock and
pendulous balls. I knew my part in this ritual, as if it had been
rehearsed many times, and I opened my mouth to accept his penis.
As the two priests began to fill me with their hard meat, the boys, now
naked, filed up from their pew and surrounded us, reaching for my body
with their hands, guiding my own hands to their eager young cocks. A
couple of the younger boys squirmed to the center of the circle and
began rubbing their stiff peckers on my thighs, humping me while Father
Ken and Father Steve took their pleasure in my mouth and pussy. The two
priests looked upon their young charges with smiles of approval.
Suddenly I was awake. It was still dark outside. Images from my dream
began to fray like an old sweater, but something lingered, something
real, the feeling of something rubbing me through the slippery satin of
the chemise. Chris, who was still asleep, had his legs wrapped around
my thigh. His jockey shorts had slipped down around his knees and he
was unconsciously humping my thigh with his little stiffy. I wondered
if he was having the same dream as mine. I gently rolled him on his
back.
"Wha...where...Mom?" he murmured, still half-asleep.
"Shhhh...go to sleep, baby," I whispered, kissing his button nose.
"Mom?"
"Shhhh..." I lightly kissed his lips, his chin, his chest. The dream
had left me pretty horny, and I briefly thought about sucking Chris's
hard little boycock, but decided not to. I didn't want to wake him up.
He looked like a sleepy little angel in my bed. I gently laid my arm
across his chest and went back to sleep with my head resting on his
shoulder.
* * *
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