Exile
 
(c) 2003  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 

 
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 Six - Brothers in Arms (Mf mmf bf teen oral anal drugs)


The next morning I hustled Chris out of my room and back to his own 
before anyone could notice that we had spent the night together, giving 
him a quick hug and a kiss before getting dressed.  He looked happy, 
well-rested, at peace for once, and when I came down for breakfast, he 
had saved a seat for me.  The other boys in the dining room noticed us 
sitting together.  I thought I caught Billy looking sort of annoyed, but 
he quickly turned his head.

In class that morning, the olive-skinned boy passed me a small, tightly 
folded slip of paper.  I palmed the note, slipping it into my notebook, 
not unfolding it until Sister Josephine left the room to take a phone 
call.

"Meet me outside after lunch," the note read.  It was signed "Manny".  I 
looked over at him and nodded, getting a sly smile in return.

I ate my lunch quickly and went up to my room to get my coat.  On my way 
down, I ran into Billy on the stairs.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Just out for a walk before class," I said.

"Oh.  Okay."  It was freezing outside, and I could tell he wanted to ask 
if he could come along, but the frigid weather was making him think 
twice about it.

"Hey, let's get together before dinner and get stoned, okay?" I said, 
giving him a quick peck on the cheek.  He nodded eagerly and headed off 
to wherever he was going.

Manny was waiting a few doors down from the shelter, sitting on the 
steps of a brownstone, smoking a cigarette.  When he saw me coming, he 
flicked his smoke into the gutter, where it rolled under a car, leaving 
a plume of orange sparks.

"So what's up?" I asked him.

"Wanna get high?" he said.

"Yeah, sure."

"Cool.  I know a place..."

"...around the corner?"

"Yeah.  Howdja know?"

"I've been there before.  With Billy."

"Billy?  That little peckerhead?" he sneered.

"Hey, he's a good kid."

"Yah, whatever you say," Manny said.  We walked around the block to the 
abandoned building and into the nook under the stairs, where he pulled a 
fat joint from his pocket and lit it up, taking a big hit and passing it 
to me.  The weed tasted dirty, moldy, but after a few drags I was pretty 
wasted.  Manny lit a cigarette afterwards, offering one to me, which I 
declined.

"I can get you pot if you want," he said.

"No thanks," I replied.  I still had most of the bag that Billy had 
gotten for me.

"How about pills?  Coke?  Smack?"

"Coke?"

"Yeah, good stuff.  Ain't been stepped on," Manny said.

"That sounds good," I said.  I remembered the parties that Brad's 
parents had at their house, where I had my first taste of cocaine.  That 
couple, Rob and Laura, snorting lines from between my breasts, Kathy and 
Candy, Candy's deep blue eyes.  It seemed like ages ago.

"Let's head back.  I'll hook up with you after dinner, 'kay?"

"Cool."

The full effect of the pot didn't hit me until I was out of the cold 
winter air and back in class.  I struggled to pay attention to Sister 
Josephine as she went over the results of a math quiz we had taken the 
day before.  Afterwards, I was famished, and I persuaded Sister Bernice 
to make me a peanut butter sandwich.

Billy was waiting for me outside my room, looking sort of glum as he sat 
on the floor with his back against the wall.  I helped him to his feet 
and he fetched a wet towel from the bathroom, wedging it into the gap 
under my door.  He had a little metal pipe with him, so we didn't need 
to smoke from the makeshift cardboard and foil contraption.

We were lying in bed after smoking a couple of bowls.  Billy was 
unusually quiet, just staring at my ceiling.

"What's the matter?" I asked him.

"You went with Manny after lunch?" he said.

"Yeah.  He's sort of cute."  He did sort of remind me of Del, the same 
big brown eyes and thick black hair, the same skin tone, the same lanky 
build.  He could have been one of Del's cousins.

"Oh," Billy said, his eyes still on the peeling plaster ceiling.

"You're jealous?"

"No."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Billy!  Don't be like this," I pleaded, gently cupping his cheek and 
turning his head so I could kiss him.

"I don't want to share you, Annie," he said softly.  A tear formed in 
the corner of his eye and rolled down his freckled cheek.

"Oh, Billy," I said, kissing the tear from his face.

"I love you," he said, his eyes glistening.

"I love you, too.  But you're already sharing me, Billy."  I told him 
about Father Ken, and Father Steve, and even about Sister Katherine and 
how old Father John walked in on us while we were lying in this very 
bed.  Billy listened quietly, taking it all in.

"You'll always be my special little brother, Billy.  Always."

"Don't leave me, Annie," he said, rolling over and hugging me.  I held 
him, kissing away his tears, rocking him in my arms just as I had 
comforted little Chris the night before.  We held each other until it 
was time to go downstairs for dinner.

I was sitting in bed, writing in my journal that evening, when there was 
a knock at my door.  It was Manny, still wearing his coat, still 
shivering from the icy winter weather.

"I had to go all the way to Dorchester for this," he said, taking off 
his coat and sitting on the edge of the bed.  "Good stuff."  He pulled a 
little glassine envelope from his pocket, half-filled with a lumpy white 
powder.  Spilling some out on the cover of one of my textbooks, he 
sorted it into four lines with a matchbook cover and then reached into 
his pocket for a dollar bill, which he rolled into a tight tube.

"Go ahead," he said, handing me the rolled bill.  I held my hair back 
with one hand and snorted one of the lines.  Unlike the coke I'd had at 
the party, this stung my sinuses.  My eyes watered, and I felt a 
numbness in the back of my throat, but that feeling of euphoria made it 
all worthwhile.

I snorted another line and then it was Manny's turn.  After he inhaled 
his pair, he pulled a joint from his pack of cigarettes.

"Wait, let me get a towel for the door," I said.  I picked up the case 
containing my diaphragm and jelly from my dresser and headed across the 
hall to the bathroom.  Manny was lighting the joint just as I returned.  
I stuffed the wet towel under the door and opened the window a few 
inches.

We sat side-by-side on the bed, passing the joint back and forth until 
half of it was gone.  Manny put the half-joint on the table next to the 
bed and was about to pull out a smoke when he changed his mind.  He 
turned, leaned over, and kissed me on the lips, squeezing my breast with 
his hand.

"Hey, not so hard," I protested.

"Sorry," he said, his touch getting lighter.  We kissed again, softly 
this time, our lips slowly parting until our tongues gently touched.  I 
ran my hand over his chest and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, 
slipping my hand inside to feel his lean, muscular build.

"Lay back," I whispered.  Manny kicked off his shoes and swung his legs 
on to the bed.  I reclined next to him, opening his shirt and kissing 
his chest while he fumbled with his trousers.  By the time my lips were 
on his taut stomach, he had his pants open and was pushing them down 
around his thighs.

Manny's cock was big, almost man-sized, more like Ramon's thick tool 
than Del's in length and girth, even though he hardly had any pubic 
hair, just a fine black fuzz.  He twitched when I touched it, and again 
when my lips made contact.  He sighed and said something in Spanish as I 
swirled my tongue over the tip and cupped his balls with my hand.

"Oh, yeah...suck it...suck it, baby..." he moaned.  I bathed his shaft 
with my tongue, sinking my lips lower and lower on his hardness before 
moving back up his cock and licking the tip.  Then I did it again, a bit 
faster this time, looking up while I sucked him to see the ecstatic 
expression on his face.  I could taste the precum oozing from his penis.  
I knew he wouldn't last long.

"Ungh...yes...here it comes...," he gasped, his thighs tensing up as his 
cock twitched in my mouth.  He began to spasm, thick jets of semen 
pouring from his tool and filling my mouth.  I tightened my lips around 
his shaft, trying not to let any of his cum escape before I could 
swallow.  It seemed like he'd never stop coming.  I had to loosen my 
lips in order to gulp down the mouthful of cum he'd given me, and a 
little bit of semen dripped down his softening cock.  I licked it clean 
after I swallowed his hot load, and gave the tip of his dick a gentle 
kiss.

"Where'd you learn that?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"I used to suck my papi," I said, scooting up on the bed to lie next to 
him.

"Your papi?  You a latina?  No way.  No fuckin' way," he laughed.  There 
weren't many Hispanic girls with blonde hair and fair skin like mine.

"He was my stepfather, from Cuba.  He married my mother when I was like 
nine."  I told him about my stepbrothers, how we moved to Maine from 
Florida after my mother died.  Manny listened quietly, his arm around me 
as I lay my head on his chest.

"Wow, I'm sorry," he said.  "You must miss them."

"Yeah, I do.  Del would be just about your age now."  As the effects of 
the cocaine wore off, I began to feel depressed.

"Hey, hey, don't start crying on me, baby," Manny whispered.  "Let's do 
another line or two, okay?"

"Okay."  While Manny cut some more lines, I took off my clothes and got 
under the covers, watching as he carefully formed the powder into lines 
and re-rolled the dollar bill.  That temporary feeling of exhilaration 
was back, along with my horniness.  We finished off the joint we smoked 
earlier, and then Manny took off the rest of his clothes and joined me 
under the blanket.  I reached between his legs, feeling his penis harden 
in my hand.

"I gotta get a rubber," he said.

"Don't worry.  I'm wearing a diaphragm."

"A dia-what?"

"Nevermind.  I'm protected," I said, pulling him on top of me and 
guiding his now-hard cock inside me.  As his shaft slowly filled me, our 
lips met, and we kissed.  I thought I was kissing Del for a second until 
I blinked my eyes and saw Manny again.

He fucked me nice and slow, the muscles in his back tensing and relaxing 
as his hips drove his penis in and out of my hungry sex.  I wrapped my 
arms and legs around his pumping body, pushing my hips against his with 
each thrust, hoping that each successive stroke would make his cock push 
deeper and deeper inside me.

"Damn, you gotta sweet pussy, girl," Manny whispered.  "Nice, tight 
little pussy."  There was something exciting about the way he talked 
dirty.

"Fuck me, Manny.  Fuck me nice and hard," I moaned.  It felt good to 
talk dirty back to him.  He must have liked it too, because his hips 
began to move with more force, making his hard shaft grind against my 
swollen clit.  Between the coke, the pot, the dirty talk, and Manny's 
stiff prick in my pussy, I felt the first waves of an orgasmic tsunami 
building up in my lower abdomen, spreading up my belly and down my 
thighs.

Manny buried his face in my neck as he rocked his hips faster, his arms 
wrapped around the small of my back, his thick cock pistoning in and out 
of my sex.  He'd been here before, unlike Billy and Father Ken, and it 
showed.  He knew how to please a girl.  He knew what I wanted, he knew 
how to make me come.

And come I did, a blinding orgasm that stiffened my limbs, making my 
toes curl, making me dig my fingers into the muscles on Manny's back.  I 
moaned, screamed, cried like a murder victim, thrashing around on the 
bed beneath him, shaking my head back and forth, arching my back and 
grinding my hips against his.  The bed protested our vigorous coupling, 
sending forth a symphony of squeaks and groans, but I was way past the 
point of caring about it.

It was a cathartic climax, bringing tears to my eyes as pent-up emotions 
from the past few days poured out of me, leaving me spent, exhausted.  I 
looked up at Manny and he smiled back at me, his hips slowing down but 
for one, two, three last hard thrusts.  And then he came.

The flow of semen from his throbbing cock was so long, hot, intense, 
that at first I thought he was emptying his bladder inside me.  I 
tightened myself around his shaft, trying to milk the last few drops 
from his beautiful prick.  This surprised him, making him smile and kiss 
me as his thrusting slowed and stopped.  Then he saw my tears, and his 
smile faded.

"Are you okay?" he asked.  "Annie?"

"I'm okay," I whispered, my voice hoarse from my climax.  "Manuelito..."  
I reached up and caressed his face.  Beads of sweat had formed on his 
forehead and I wiped them away with my hand.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, no.  That was wonderful.  It was just what I needed."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure," I said, hooking my arm around Manny's neck and bringing his 
lips to mine.  His hips were still moving, just a bit, and even though 
his cock was beginning to soften it was still triggering little orgasmic 
aftershocks, making me gasp and draw my breath.  Finally, he slipped out 
of me and rolled over on to his side.  I snuggled against his chest as 
he kissed my neck and shoulder.

"My mother called me that," he said.

"What?"

"Manuelito."

"Oh.  Where is she now?"

"She died last year," he said with a flat tone of voice.

"I'm sorry," I said, caressing his face and softly kissing his lips.

"I miss her," he said.

"I know."

"I gotta go," Manny said, sitting up in my bed and turning his back to 
me.

"Stay.  Just a few minutes more.  Please?"  I reached for his shoulder, 
gently tugging him, hoping that he would lay here with me, hold me, kiss 
me.

"No.  I gotta go," he repeated.  As he climbed out of bed I spotted the 
trail of a tear on his cheek.

"Manny?"

"What?"

"Kiss me."  Reluctantly, he turned and leaned over to press his lips 
against mine.  It was a quick kiss.  I don't think he wanted me to see 
his tears.  I gave his hand a gentle squeeze as he broke off our kiss.

"Thank you," I whispered.  A smile began to form on his face.  He wiped 
his tears with the back of his hand and got dressed quickly.  And then 
he was gone.

I was still feeling wired from the coke, thoughts and images running 
through my mind a mile a minute.  For a brief moment I thought I could 
smell Del's scent, sweet sweat with a hint of cumin and that gooey stuff 
he sometimes put in his hair, but it passed as quickly as it had come.  
I wondered if it was a hallucination; I wondered if it was possible to 
hallucinate a smell.

It was late and I needed to go to sleep if I was going to be able to 
function in class the next day.  I still had a couple of Valium left, so 
I took one, swallowing it dry.  While I was waiting for the pill to take 
effect, I stuffed the damp towel back under the door and smoked what was 
left of the joint Manny had brought.  Despite all of this, I was still 
wide awake and feeling especially lonely in my bed.

I decided to throw caution to the wind.  Slipping on my chemise, I went 
out into the hall and down a flight of stairs to Billy's room.  The 
light was off and there was no answer when I knocked.  I slowly opened 
the door, trying not to make too much noise.  Billy was in bed, fast 
asleep, his blankets bunched up around his waist.  The bed creaked as I 
climbed in, and Billy stirred, murmuring something unintelligible, but 
he didn't wake up.  I snuggled up against his slumbering form and fell 
asleep.


                                  * * *


Billy was still asleep when I woke up.  The blankets had been pushed to 
the foot of the bed.  He was lying on his back, a morning erection 
pitching a tent in his briefs.  I reached into his shorts, gently 
fondling his hard boycock and fishing it out.  Leaning over his sleeping 
form, I lowered my head between his thighs and parted my lips, taking 
his firm little penis in my mouth and softly sucking him.

"Mmmm...Annie...good...," he moaned.  I looked up at him; his eyes were 
still closed and his breathing was slow and steady.  He was still 
asleep, dreaming, dreaming about me.  I continued sucking and licking 
his erection, pausing each time he stirred, careful not to disturb his 
dream.

I fished his hairless balls out from his briefs and licked them as well, 
running my tongue along the seam of flesh that separated his little 
olive-sized nuts.  As I ran my tongue up his shaft and took his penis 
back in my mouth, he stirred again, coughed, and opened his eyes.

"Annie...what...?"  The look on his face was priceless, like a boy whose 
dream came true, seeing the bicycle he always wanted under the Christmas 
tree.

"Shhh...lie back, Billy," I whispered.  Now that he was awake, I could 
put a little more energy into my sucking.  I pulled his briefs down 
around his thighs and gobbled his little cock, gently squeezing his 
balls as I greedily sucked and licked his tool.   He leaned back on the 
bed, breathing heavily through his mouth, his hands gripping the worn 
sheets that covered his mattress.  My head bobbed above his thighs, 
engulfing and releasing his glistening boycock with my mouth.  Billy's 
hips began to jerk spasmodically and then he came, a few drops of semen 
spurting from the tip of his stiff pecker.  I swallowed my morning meal 
and licked the remnants from his softening cock, giving the tip a gentle 
kiss when I was done.

"Annie...that was..."  Billy seemed to be at a loss for words.  I pulled 
his shorts back up and patted the little bulge between his legs, sliding 
up the bed to give him a gentle hug.

"I used to love waking up my brothers like this," I said, kissing his 
forehead.

"They must have liked that a lot," Billy said, leaning his head against 
my shoulder.  "Annie, I gotta..."

"Yeah, I know.  Go pee.  I'll see you downstairs at breakfast in a few."

"Thanks, Annie," he said.  He seemed reluctant to kiss me on the lips, 
afraid that he'd taste his own cum, but he did anyway.  I gave his 
bottom a playful slap as he climbed out of bed and headed for the 
bathroom.

At breakfast I sat between Manny and Billy, who kept giving each other 
dirty looks between bites of scrambled egg and toast.  That morning in 
class, while Sister Josephine was out of the room, Manny leaned over and 
whispered in my ear.

"What's up with Billy?"

"He's a bit jealous," I said.

"Why?  You fuckin' him, too?"

"Yeah.  You got a problem with that?" I said.

Manny looked stunned.  He was about to say something when Sister 
Josephine returned to the classroom.  For the remainder of the morning, 
he kept shooting me sidelong glances.  I couldn't read his expression.  
When class broke for lunch, our conversation continued.

"You're surprised?" I asked Manny.  We were alone in an upstairs 
hallway.

"Well...I...I don't know," he said.

"You think I'm a slut?"

"No, well...I..."

"Manny, you don't know the half of it," I said.  I tugged at his belt, 
pulling him closer as I backed against the wall.  He grabbed me by the 
waist and kissed me, pressing his body against mine.  I could feel him 
harden inside his trousers, like a bar of iron pressing against my 
thigh.  I would have loved to drag him up to my room and put that 
erection to good use, but the sound of someone walking up the stairs put 
an end to our brief encounter.

"We'll talk some more later," I said, giving him a quick kiss.  He 
smiled briefly and headed down the hall.

I was about to head downstairs to class when Father Ken stopped me in 
the front hall.

"Got a minute, Anne?" he said.  I followed him to his office.

"Yes, Father?" I said, taking a seat across from his desk.

"Has Father John been coming into your room at night?"

"No, Father.  Not since last week," I said.

"Good, good," he said.  "I have another favor to ask you."

"Yes, Father?"

"Well, Father John is going to enter a convalescent home later this 
week, a facility in New Mexico that's dedicated to caring for elderly 
members of the clergy."  When Father Ken said the word "members", I had 
a brief mental image of a nurse in a starched white uniform efficiently 
stroking the old priest's veiny cock.

"I'd like to send him off in a special way, and I was hoping that you 
could help me in this regard," he continued.

"How?"

"I'd like you to be 'Tommy' one last time for him.  I've got some 
clothes that you can wear, and if you tied your hair back..."

"Why me?  I mean, why a girl?  Couldn't one of the boys...?"

"None of them know him very well, and I'm afraid that his condition, his 
mental condition might be a bit frightening to them," Father Ken said.  
"Would you do this for me?"

I thought about it for a moment and nodded.

"Wonderful," Father Ken said, beaming.  "I've already taken the liberty 
of excusing you from afternoon class.  Father John should be here within 
the hour.  Here are the clothes I'd like you to wear."  He handed me a 
neatly folded stack of clothes; dark blue slacks, a clean white shirt, a 
clip-on tie, a pair of oxford shoes, a new t-shirt, and a fresh pair of 
jockey shorts.  I was just getting up to leave when Father Ken cleared 
his throat.

"One last thing, Anne," he said, reaching into his desk drawer and 
pulling out a white plastic tube.  I thought it was toothpaste at first 
until he handed it to me.  It was lubricating jelly.  I took it from him 
without a word and headed to my room to get dressed.

It was a good thing that the tie was a clip-on; I had no idea how to tie 
a real one.  After I'd gotten dressed in the boys' clothes Father Ken 
gave me and tied my hair back with a rubber band, I went across the hall 
to the bathroom, checking myself in the mirror.  Except for my short 
ponytail, I could have passed for a boy.  A pretty boy with delicate 
features, but a boy nonetheless.  I was about to head back down to 
Father Ken's office when I remembered the lubricant he gave me.  Back in 
my room, I bent over the edge of the bed, trousers and jockeys around my 
knees, and applied a dollop of cold lube to my bottom.  I wondered if it 
would be enough.

Reaching under my bed into my hiding place in the corner of the 
boxspring, I pulled out the little vibrator I'd bought at the adult 
bookstore.  I applied a liberal amount of lube and pressed the tip 
against my nether hole, twisting it a few times until it entered me back 
there, spreading the warming lube deep inside my ass.  I pushed it in 
and pulled it back out, trying to relax and prepare myself for the old 
priest's cock.  When I was nice and slippery, I wiped the vibrator off 
with a tissue and returned it to its hiding place under the bed.  I got 
up, pulled my shorts and trousers up, straightened my clothes, and 
headed downstairs.

Father Ken was seated behind his desk, sipping a drink.

"He's in my bedroom," he said.

"What if he wants to touch...touch my penis?" I asked him, remembering 
that night when Father John reached under my blanket for something that 
wasn't there.

"Hmmm...," Father Ken said, scratching his chin while he thought it 
over.  "Here, stuff some of this in your shorts."  He passed me a box of 
tissues.  I wadded up a bunch of them into an oblong shape and stuffed 
it down into my shorts, adjusting the little bulge into something 
resembling the real thing.  I sometimes wondered what it was like to 
have a cock and balls hanging between my legs.  It felt weird.

Father John was lying in Father Ken's bed.  The lights were off, but a 
dull winter grayness lit the room.  The old priest was lying on his 
back, stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, black socks held up with 
garters on his legs.

"Tommy?" he rasped, his breathing somewhat labored.

"I'm here, Father."  I stood at the foot of the bed, and he squinted, 
trying to make out my face with his fading eyesight.

"Lay with me, Tommy.  Take off your Sunday clothes and lay with me," he 
said, patting the bed.  I unclipped the tie, unbuttoned the shirt, 
unbuckled my trousers, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of the 
pants.  Wearing just a t-shirt and the artificially bulging jockey 
shorts, I climbed into bed and lay down next to Father John.  He put his 
arm around me, guiding my hand to a spot between his legs.  I slipped my 
fingers inside his boxers and began to stroke his hardening cock.

"That's good, Tommy.  Good boy," he whispered.  He gently rubbed my 
back, working lower and lower until he was cupping my bottom, squeezing 
my ass.  I fondled his penis, pulling it out of his shorts, sliding the 
foreskin over his shaft.  When he was fully erect, I doubled over and 
laid my head on his lower belly, parting my lips to take him in my 
mouth.  A thin drop of precum formed on the tip of his cock as I sucked 
him.

"Good, Tommy...very good..."  He sounded distant, lost in the dark 
forest of memory and longing.  His hips moved ever so slightly, 
responding to the touch of my lips, the caress of my tongue on his veiny 
shaft.

"Roll over, Tommy," he said, sitting up.  "Let me see your bottom."  I 
pulled him from my mouth and did as I was told, laying on my belly next 
to him.  I heard a rustle of clothing and the snap of elastic as Father 
John slipped off his boxers.  Then I felt his hands tugging at my jockey 
shorts, pulling them down over my ass just to the top of my thighs.  He 
straddled my legs and pressed the moist tip of his cock against my 
crack.

"I won't hurt you, Tommy.  I won't hurt you," he said as he spread my 
cheeks apart and pushed his cock into my ass.  It did hurt, though, but 
I just clutched the pillow and bit my lip to keep from crying out.  He 
entered me slowly and started thrusting even before he was fully inside.  
The bed began to creak and I wondered if Father Ken was listening.  No 
doubt he was sipping his drink and stroking himself while the old priest 
buggered me.

"Such a good boy...such a nice boy...," Father John kept repeating as he 
slowly pumped my sore bottom.  "Good boy...nice boy..."  A moment later, 
he grunted and buried his cock to the hilt, his wiry pubic hair tickling 
my bottom.  I felt his veiny tool spasm inside me as he came.  Almost 
immediately, he rolled off of me and on to his back, his breathing heavy 
and labored.  And then he was asleep.

I watched him for a few minutes and then crept out of bed, pulling up my 
shorts and gathering my clothes from the floor.  I took one last look at 
him and left the bedroom.

"Anne?  How did it go?" Father Ken asked.  His cock wasn't out like I 
thought it would be, but there was a prominent bulge in his trousers.  
Of course, he was sipping from a glass of bourbon.

"Okay, I guess.  It sort of hurt," I said.

"Come here.  I want to make sure you're all right," he said.  I put the 
clothes on his desk and walked over to where he was sitting.  Father Ken 
turned me around so that I was facing his desk and pulled down the 
jockey shorts.  The tissue paper penis fell out on to the floor.

"Bend over," he commanded.  I leaned over his desk as he gently spread 
my cheeks.  I felt his breath on my bottom and then something warm and 
wet, his tongue.  He began to lick the mixture of thin semen and 
lubricant that was leaking from my ass.

"Father...ungh...," I moaned as he began to finger my pussy and probe my 
nether hole with his tongue.  Despite my soreness, I was wet and horny.  
I wanted Father Ken to fuck me.  Pussy, ass, mouth, I didn't care.  I 
wanted him to use me, use me for his pleasure, fill me with his seed.

He chose my ass.  As I stood bent over his desk, I heard his belt buckle 
clink, the vrrrrp of a zipper, the sound of clothes rustling.  Father 
Ken teased my asshole with the tip of his cock and slowly began to slide 
it in me, an inch at a time.  I flinched and tensed up when the base of 
his cock opened my ass a bit wider.  He must have noticed this because 
he withdrew slightly and then began to fuck my bottom with slow, 
shallow, steady strokes.  I grabbed the far edge of his desk and let him 
take his pleasure in my sore little ass.

Father Ken must have been stroking himself while I was in bed with 
Father John because he didn't last very long, about a dozen thrusts at 
most.  Like the old priest, he grunted when he came, his cock spasming 
as he filled my bottom with his cum.  After he pulled out of me, he 
blotted the messy mixture of sperm and lube that leaked from my ass with 
a tissue and pulled my briefs back up.  I straightened up and he pulled 
me on to his lap, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me on the cheek.

"That was a fine, fine thing you did for Father John," he said.

"Yes, Father."

"Does it still hurt?"

"A little, Father."

"Here, take a few of these," he said, reaching into a desk drawer for a 
bottle of pills.  He uncapped the vial and poured a few into my hand.

"What are they?" I asked.  They didn't look like Valium.

"Dilaudid.  A painkiller.  Just take one for now.  It'll make you feel 
better," he said.  I put one in my mouth and washed it down with some of 
his bourbon, wrapping the rest in a wad of Kleenex.

"Thank you, Father."

"Now, go back to your room before class lets out, okay?"

"Yes, Father."  I stood up from his lap and got dressed.  As I was 
leaving, I saw Father Ken heading into his bedroom to check on the 
elderly priest.  I left his office and headed upstairs to my room.


                                  * * *


I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, smoking pot from the makeshift 
pipe while waiting for the tub to fill when the Dilaudid began to kick 
in.  It was almost as if I was already in the bath, as a warm feeling 
began to spread through my body.  The soreness in my ass was gone, and 
my legs felt rubbery.  I put the pipe away under the tub and got 
undressed, slipping into the warm water and closing my eyes.  I had 
trouble forming a coherent train of thought, but I didn't care.  I felt 
like I'd found the perfect drug.  A whole seminary of priests could fuck 
me in the ass but I didn't care.  As long as I could feel like this 
afterwards.

I stayed in the bath until the water turned tepid.  There were footsteps 
in the hallway outside; classes must have just let out.  Someone knocked 
on the door, and just as I was about to say something the door opened; I 
hadn't bothered to jam the door closed.  It was one of the boys, a dark-
haired twelve-year-old holding a towel and a bar of soap.

"Oh, sorry," the boy said, his voice sounding distant, even though he 
was only a few feet away.  I wanted to invite him into the bath with me, 
but he was gone as quickly as he had appeared.  As soon as the door 
closed, I decided that it was time to get out of the bath.  I unstopped 
the drain and exited the tub, my legs still feeling like rubber.  I 
thought about the Gumby doll I had when I was younger, and I began to 
giggle, half-expecting to look in the mirror and see green rubbery skin 
and an angled head.

Back in my room, I put on a pair of panties and stretched out in bed, 
enjoying the effects of the painkiller.  I dipped my hand in my undies 
and began to toy with my pussy, but my clit felt like it belonged to 
someone else.  Besides, I didn't have the energy to bring myself off.  
Wrapping my blanket around me, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

A persistent knocking on my door woke me up.  It took me a minute to get 
my bearings.  The Dilaudid had all but worn off, and the soreness in my 
bottom was back.  The blanket had fallen off of me while I slept, and I 
wrapped it around me again.

"Come in," I called out.  The door opened.  It was Manny and Billy.  The 
younger boy was holding a plastic-wrapped ham sandwich and a can of 
soda.  Manny closed the door behind him.

"You weren't in class this afternoon and we didn't see you at dinner," 
he said.  "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine.  Just a little tired is all," I said, sitting up in bed.

"I brought you something to eat," Billy said, offering the sandwich and 
the soda.

"Thanks, Billy.  That's sweet of you," I said.  I was ravenously hungry 
and unwrapped the sandwich, devouring half of it immediately.

"I wanted to wake you for dinner, but Father Ken told me not to," he 
said.

"Let's go, Billy," Manny said.  "Let Annie rest."

"No, I'm fine.  Stay.  I could use some company," I said.  Billy sat on 
the bed with me while Manny sat cross-legged on the floor, quietly 
watching me eat the rest of the sandwich.  As I popped open the can of 
soda and took a swig, Manny pulled a glassine envelope from within his 
pack of cigarettes.

"Wanna do some lines?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.  Manny poured some of the contents of the envelope on 
the cover of one of my textbooks and began to form four lines with a 
matchbook cover.

"What about Billy?" I asked him.  Four wasn't divisible by three.  There 
were three of us here.

"What about Billy?" Manny said.

"Billy?  Would you like some coke?" I asked the younger boy.  Billy 
opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but no words came 
out.

"Manny, I think Billy might like some coke, too," I said.  "If there's 
not enough, he can have mine."

The boys looked at each other and then back at me.  Whatever had 
transpired between them while I was passed out, whatever entente they 
had reached, I was determined to see them get along as well as Del and 
Paco.  Like brothers.

"Would you like to do a couple of lines, Billy?" Manny said.

"If there's enough," Billy replied.

"Yeah, there's enough," Manny said, grudgingly.  He poured the some more 
of the coke on to the cover of the textbook and formed it into six 
lines, rolling up a five dollar bill.  He handed the bill to me.  Ladies 
first, I suppose.

"I've got a joint," Billy said, after we'd snorted up the coke, reaching 
into his shirt pocket.

"Manny?  Would you get a towel from the bathroom?" I said.  "Get it nice 
and wet first."  He left the room and went across the hall.

"Did you and Manny reach some sort of understanding?" I asked Billy.

"Sort of," he said.  "I'm supposed to stay away from you, when I'm not 
with him, that is."

"Fuck that," I said.  "You're my brother."  I scooted over next to him 
and put my arm around his shoulder, pressing my lips against his.  We 
kissed until Manny returned with the wet towel.  Billy broke off the 
kiss abruptly, afraid of the older boy's reaction.

"Hey, what the fuck..." Manny said, seeing us together on the bed.

"Stuff the towel under the door and sit the fuck down," I said.  He did 
as he was told.

"Listen up, both of you.  I had two stepbrothers, Paco and Del.  One 
older, one younger.  They never fought over me.  They knew I loved them 
both, and I did.  I shared my bed with them, I shared my body with 
them..."

Both Manny and Billy were silent, letting my words sink in.

"I'm going to be with who I want, when I want.  If you've got a problem 
with that, then fuck you.  Manny?  Billy?  You got that?"

Both boys nodded and murmured assent.

"Now shake hands and light that fucking joint."  Manny grudgingly 
extended his hand, and Billy shook it.  Then Billy pulled a lighter from 
his pocket and sparked up the doobie that was hanging from his lip.  
While we passed the joint around, I thought about my stepbrothers.  
They'd bicker sometimes, and Del couldn't resist teasing his little 
brother every so often, but as a rule they got along fine.  I missed 
playing catch with them, cooking for them, laying in bed between them.

The room was unusually warm that night.  Maybe it was the cocaine, maybe 
it was the steam heat hissing from the radiator.  I let the blanket fall 
from my breasts and pushed it aside.  The boys were surprised to see 
that I was wearing just panties and nothing else.

Billy was the first to start getting undressed, unbuttoning his shirt as 
soon as we finished the joint.  Manny soon followed, stripping down to 
his underwear and sitting next to me on the bed.  He reached out an 
cupped my breast, kissing my neck as I put my arms around the boys' 
shoulders, drawing them closer.  Billy leaned over and began kissing my 
other breast and soon each boy had a nipple between their lips, suckling 
my puffy areolae.  I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious feeling of 
their kisses and nibbles while I ran my fingers through their hair.

"That's more like it," I cooed.  "Just like brothers..."  Their hands 
were all over me, my breasts, my belly, my thighs.  I parted my legs and 
felt two sets of fingers rubbing the crotch of my panties while I 
caressed their smooth young backs.  I felt a tugging at the waistband of 
my undies; it was Manny, on my left, trying to pull them down.  I lifted 
my bottom off the bed to make it easier and he slid my panties down 
around my thighs.

Laying back on the bed, I let them explore my body.  Just as I opened my 
eyes again, I saw Billy get up from the bed and kneel between my legs, 
pulling my underwear down and off.  Then he leaned into my sex, tenderly 
kissing my labia.  Manny watched with interest as Billy began to eat me, 
his tongue parting my labia and traveling up my slit.

"Yo, man.  That's crazy shit, bro," Manny said.  "Howzit taste?"

"You should try it some time, Manny," he replied.  "Annie loves it."

Manny looked at me and I smiled and nodded, confirming what Billy said.  
He shook his head and went back to my breasts, kissing and licking my 
nipples as Billy's tongue began to swirl around my swollen clit.  I 
began to softly moan and squirm on the bed as two sets of lips ravished 
my tender spots.  Billy ate me out like a pro, and soon I was pressing 
my sex against his tongue, teetering on the edge of my climax.  Billy's 
busy tongue and Manny's suckling sent me over the precipice, making me 
quiver and shake on the noisy bed as I came.  I had to push Billy away 
from my pussy; it felt like he could eat me all night if I let him.  He 
looked up from between my shaking thighs and smiled, his face moist with 
my juices.

"Wow, she does like it," Manny said.  Billy got up from the floor and 
climbed into bed next to me, giving me a kiss as Manny gently caressed 
my belly.  I could taste my nectar on the younger boy's lips.  We lay 
together quietly while I recovered from my climax.

"Help me drag the mattress on to the floor," I said a few minutes later.  
"It's my turn."  We pulled the mattress off of the boxspring, and then I 
tugged at the boys' shorts, urging them to strip them off, revealing two 
bobbing erections.

"Okay, Manny?  Sit down on this side with your legs spread," I directed.  
"Billy?  Sit here and cross your legs over his."  The boys did as they 
were told, positioning themselves on the mattress butt to butt and 
propping themselves up on their elbows.  I made Billy move a bit closer, 
until their balls were touching.  Manny looked warily at me, wondering 
what I had in mind, somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of his genitals 
touching another boy's goodies.

"Don't worry.  You'll love this," I said, kneeling next to them and 
taking their cocks in my hands, stroking them a bit before pressing them 
together.  Manny's man-sized cock dwarfed Billy's stiff boycock, but by 
angling them just right, I got the tips to roughly line up.  Then I 
leaned over and opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate the 
twin spears, taking them between my lips.

"Holy shit," Manny muttered as my tongue swirled over his shaft.  Their 
two cocks together were too big for me to take more than a couple of 
inches between my lips, so I concentrated on the tips, sucking one and 
then the other and licking the length of their tools.  I could have 
sucked them both until they came, but I had another idea of what to do 
with these two beautiful cocks.

"Billy, get the hand lotion from my dresser, will you?" I said.  He 
disengaged his legs from Manny's and got up from the mattress.  I made 
Manny scoot down a bit so he was in the middle of the bed and then I 
straddled his hips, guiding his hard, glistening tool to my wet slit.  
Pressing the tip of his penis against my labia, I parted my lips and 
slowly settled down on his hardness.  Billy stood next to us with the 
bottle of lotion in his hand, watching as I took Manny's cock inside me.  
When Manny's member was buried to the hilt, I took the lotion from Billy 
and squeezed some on his stiff boycock, spreading it around until he was 
nice and slippery.

"Okay, Billy?  Get behind me," I said.  That was all I had to tell him, 
as he knew what I had in mind.  I leaned forward over Manny's chest and 
felt the greasy tip of Billy's cock pressing against my bottom.

"Go easy," I told him.  "I'm still a little sore back there."

"Sore from what?" Billy asked.

"I'll tell you later," I replied.  "Just go slow, okay?"

"Damn, I can feel him inside you," Manny said as Billy's young penis 
entered my ass, slowly penetrating me until I could feel his groin 
against my cheeks.  I began to rock my hips, squirming on the two cocks 
that filled my tender holes.  Manny held my thighs, moving his hips 
against mine while Billy held my waist, trying not to slip out of my 
bottom.

I was in heaven, sandwiched between two handsome young men, sliding up 
and down their flesh, one in my cunny and one in my ass.  Manny brought 
his hands up to my breasts, gently squeezing them and flicking my 
nipples with his fingers.  I closed my eyes and for a moment I was back 
in Maine, with Del's and Paco's young cocks inside me, filling me, 
pleasuring me.  When I opened my eyes again, Manny was smiling up at me.  
He propped himself up on his elbows again and brought his lips to my 
breast, suckling my nipple and lightly grazing it with his teeth.

My hips sped up, almost involuntarily, until Billy's pecker slipped out 
of my ass.  I paused for a second to give him a chance to stuff his cock 
back in my hungry bottom and then resumed slowly rocking my hips.  Billy 
leaned over my back, hanging on to my shoulders, trying to match my 
rhythm.

I felt another climax beginning to mount, a seed of pleasure growing 
deep inside me, nurtured by the boyflesh that sawed in and out of my ass 
and pussy.  I closed my eyes again, wiggling my hips a bit faster, 
trying to catch that elusive feeling, trying to make it mine.  Manny 
pressed his hips upward, spearing me with his tool, making me gasp and 
catch my breath.  It was like throwing a match in dry leaves as the 
feeling within me smoldered and finally caught fire.  A low moan began 
to escape my lips as I rocked a bit faster, sinking down all the way on 
Manny's cock until my clit ground against his pubic bone.

That was the trigger, the start of my orgasm, the arrival of my release.  
I fell upon Manny's chest, madly humping his cock as I came.  Billy 
slipped out again, but just as quickly he was back in my bottom, and I 
clenched my muscle around his hard shaft, trying to keep him inside me.  
I heard him gasp and felt him tighten his grip on my shoulders, his 
boycock twitching in my bottom as he came.  When he finally slipped out 
of my ass, I felt empty back there, but now I was free to hump Manny's 
tool as fast as I wanted.  The older boy held my bottom as I slid up and 
down on his pole, my pussy still spasming even as my climax began to 
fade.  I heard him grunt softly and push up against me with his hips, 
burying his throbbing cock to the hilt.  I felt his glans flare like a 
cobra's hood, a warm feeling spreading through my sex as he filled me 
with his hot cum.

My hips slowed and stopped as Manny's cock softened inside me.  I laid 
against his chest, listening to his breathing while Billy's head rested 
between my shoulder blades.  When Manny's penis slipped out of my messy 
slit, I climbed off of his hips and laid next to him.  He thoughtfully 
moved over to make room for Billy, who snuggled up against my back, his 
slippery cock nestling between my cheeks.  The three of us laid together 
for a while, enjoying the afterglow.  I kissed Manny and then turned to 
kiss Billy before reaching for my discarded panties, using them to blot 
up the semen that leaked from my ass and cunny.

"I ain't never done that before," Manny said.

"That was cool," Billy added.

"Mmmm...it was wonderful," I said.  Billy reached into the pile of 
clothes on the floor and produced another joint, which he sparked up and 
passed to me.  We relaxed on the lumpy mattress and smoked it.

"Annie?  Why were you so sore?" Billy asked me.

I was about to reply when there was a soft rapping on my door.  The 
three of us froze, knowing that we were about to be busted for sure.  
There was another knock and then the doorknob began to turn.  The door 
opened a few inches, blocked by the wet towel that had been stuffed into 
the gap above the threshold.  A tousled blond head peeked around the 
door.  It was Chris, my sad little boy, his face lined with tears.

"Annie?  Annie?  Can I sleep...?"  Chris fell silent when he saw me 
sandwiched between two naked boys.  "What are you doing?"

"Come in and close the door behind you," I said.  He squeezed through 
the gap between the door and the frame.  "Stuff that towel back under 
the door."  He did as he was told and then crawled on top of me.

"Mommy," he sobbed, laying his head on my breasts.  I held him in my 
arms and rocked him, kissing the top of his head as he cried.

"Mommy?" Billy wondered.

"Shhhh...it's okay Chris.  Mommy's here.  Shhhh..."  I found a spot on 
my panties that wasn't sticky with sperm and used them to dry his tears.

"Mommy?" Manny asked.  "What th..."

"I'm just his 'pretend mommy'," I replied, rocking Chris in my arms 
again.  "He misses his real mom a lot."

"Yeah, I know the feeling," Manny said.  He and Billy watched quietly as 
I held Chris, comforting my sad little boy.

"So, Annie.  You were saying...?" Billy said, breaking the silence.  
"About the soreness."

"Oh, right.  You know Father John?" I said.

"That old guy?" Billy asked.  "The creepy one?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"We call him 'Father Zombie'," he said.  I had to laugh at that.

"Anyway, he came into my room a few times, middle of the night.  He 
thought I was 'Tommy', this kid who used to stay here, in this room."

"I remember Tommy.  Good kid, 'til he took a dirt nap," Manny said, 
reaching into his clothes for the packet of coke he'd brought.  "Fuckin' 
shame."

"Father John would come in, wake me up, and get me to jerk him off," I 
said.

"Did you?" Billy asked.  He snuggled closer to me, resting his head on 
my shoulder.

"Yeah, I did."

"Ewwww," Billy said.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad," I said.  "Anyway, he's leaving for a place in 
New Mexico, sort of a nursing home for old priests, so Father Ken asked 
me to sleep with him before he left."  Manny stopped chopping lines of 
coke, Billy looked up in surprise, even Chris lifted his head from my 
breasts and looked at me like I had antlers or something.

"You didn't," Billy said.

"I did.  Here's the weird part: Father Ken had me dress like a boy, 
shirt and tie, even a pair of jockey shorts.  I stuffed them with 
Kleenex so Father John would think I was 'Tommy'."

"No way," Manny said.

"Yes way," I replied.

"And that's why your ass was sore?" Billy asked.

"Yeah.  Well, from Father Ken, too."

"You mean I fucked the same ass Father Ken and the Zombie fucked?" Billy 
asked.  He clearly wasn't comfortable with the idea.

"Hey, I took a long bath afterwards," I said.

"Oh, okay," he said.  "I guess."

"Let's do these," Manny said, holding a textbook with six neatly drawn 
lines of coke and a rolled-up $5 bill.

"Chris?  You want one?" I asked him.  He shook his head.  "Okay, get up 
a sec so I can roll over."  He crawled off me and I rolled on to my 
belly, holding my hair back with one hand and putting the rolled up bill 
to my nose with the other, snorting two lines, one in each nostril.  It 
was a better grade of cocaine than the other night, and it didn't sting 
so much.  Chris crawled on to my back and clung to me like a baby 
primate, his head nestled between my shoulder blades.  His little penis 
was half-hard and pressed between my cheeks.  I passed the book back to 
Manny, who snorted a pair of lines before passing it to Billy, who did 
the remaining two, picking up some stray white crumbs with his finger 
and rubbing them on his front teeth.

"Got another joint?" I asked Billy.

"Not rolled.  Wanna smoke another?"  Both Manny and I nodded, and Billy 
reached into his discarded trousers, producing a bag and a pack of 
rolling papers.  He began to assemble a joint, using the textbook to 
clean the seeds and stems from the weed.

"Manny, there's a wad of tissue paper on my dresser with some pills in 
it.  Could you get them for me?  And get the can of soda, too."  I would 
have gotten up myself, but Chris was clinging to my back like I was a 
life preserver from the Titanic.  Manny fetched the pills and the soda 
and rejoined us on the mattress.  I opened the wad of tissue paper and 
took one of the pills, washing it down with some flat soda.

"What is that?" Manny asked.

"Dilaudid.  Want one?"

"Shit, yeah," he said, taking one.  "That's the good stuff."

"Billy?"

"What's Dilaudid?" he asked.

"It's a painkiller, narcotic, like smack in a pill," Manny said.

"If you take one, Billy, you're spending the night here, because in 
twenty minutes you won't be able to walk," I said.

"Sounds good to me," he said, taking one and swallowing it, chasing it 
with some soda.  He finished rolling the joint, carefully licking the 
adhesive on the paper and flicking it back and forth with his hand, like 
a nurse with a thermometer, drying the wet stripe that ran down the 
length of the paper.    When it was almost dry, he lit it and took a 
drag, passing it to me.

"Can I have some?" Chris asked as I passed the joint to Manny.

"You're too young," Billy said, even though he was just a year older 
than Chris.

"I smoked with my uncle all the time," Chris said.  "Please?"  Manny 
looked over at me and I nodded, so he passed the joint to Chris.  The 
young boy took a deep drag and began coughing, his body spasming against 
my back.  Manny and Billy laughed.  I handed the can of soda to Chris 
and he took a big gulp, soothing his throat.

"Gimme that thing before you drop it on Annie," Billy said, taking the 
joint from Chris.  He took a hit and passed it back to me.

"Get up for a sec, Chris.  I want to lay on my back," I said.  He got up 
while I rolled over, and then climbed back on top of me, once again 
laying his head on my breasts.

"You okay, baby?" I asked him.  He nodded and laid his head back down.  
I held him in my arms and caressed his smooth skin, passing up the rest 
of the joint.  While Manny and Billy finished it off, I felt the 
Dilaudid begin to kick in.  My head swooned, just a bit of dizziness 
even though I was lying down.  Billy stubbed out the remainder of the 
joint and snuggled closer to me, while Manny reached over to the bed and 
grabbed the blanket, pulling it down on top of us.  He leaned his head 
on my shoulder, his hand resting on my breast next to Chris's head.

I lay in a narcotic haze, with Billy and Manny on either side of me, 
Chris on top of me, their warm bodies feeling more comfortable than any 
blanket could be.  It was like swimming in an ocean of boyflesh.  My 
hands roamed over Chris's silken back, lower and lower, cupping his 
little bottom.  He shifted slightly and I felt his little pecker harden, 
slipping between my thighs.  I tightened them around his stiffy, 
squeezing them together.  Chris sighed and looked up at me.

"That feels good, Mommy," he whispered.  I could feel both Manny and 
Billy moving their heads, trying to figure out what was going on under 
the blanket.  They must have been as wasted as I was; holding their 
heads up was too much effort.  They both snuggled even closer to me.

I didn't intend to fuck Chris.  He was too vulnerable, too emotional.  I 
just wanted to comfort him and dry his tears, to hold him and rock him 
in my arms.  But the pill gave me a strange detachment, from my body, 
from my actions, from the world.  I cupped my sad little boy's bottom in 
my hands and parted my legs slightly, gently pulling him up until the 
tip of his hardness was nestled against my labia.

"Put your thing in mommy's pussy, baby," I whispered.  "Let me make you 
feel good."  The words came from my mouth, but it felt like someone else 
had said them.  I squeezed his firm little boy buns and he began to poke 
my sex with his hard little stick.  It took him a couple of tries but 
then he was in me, his flesh gliding along a carpet of Manny's semen.

"Mommy..." Chris murmured.  I held his bottom, feeling his cheeks tense 
and relax as he began to thrust.  I was too wasted to move, so I just 
lay there, letting him hump me, his hard little boycock sliding in and 
out of my messy snatch.  I felt Manny's cock harden against my thigh; 
Billy must have already fallen asleep.

"That's right, baby.  Nice and slow," I cooed.  Chris looked up at me, 
his eyes heavily lidded, and he laughed for the first time I could 
remember.  I tried to lift my head to kiss him, but my neck felt 
rubbery, unable to support my head.  I sighed and closed my eyes while a 
thousand miles away Chris's penis slid in and out of my sex.

He clung to me, holding me tightly around my waist, his chest heaving, 
his hips rocking back and forth.  I tried to squeeze his little boy buns 
but the strength had drained from my fingers.  Suddenly, I felt him 
tense up, a tremor spreading through his little body, and then relax as 
his thrusting slowed and stopped.  He must have come in me; if it wasn't 
a dry come I'd never know it, as I wasn't feeling anything at that 
point.  Chris laid his head on my breast and let out a deep, contented 
sigh.

"Good boy...such a good little boy," I murmured.  And then I was asleep.


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