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Subject: {ASSM} <2ndS> The server by Katie McN (Gang Bang/f, Claudette, other)
Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 09:10:04 -0500
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The Server <2ndS> 

By Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com> 


I'm dedicating this story to my editor, Denny Wheeler. I wanted 
something original for the Server Game and was at a loss for a good 
idea. Denny came up with what I used and it's a good one as you'll see 
when you read this story. 

Note: Copyright 2001 by Katie McN. It contains Gang Bang/f and all the 
other stuff I put in Claudette of the North stories so you better watch 
out. ;-) 

--- 

"Hey Katie R, I used to go to church a lot when I lived in Canada and I 
kind of miss it. I'm thinking about dropping in at St. Paul's and seeing 
what's going on." 

"Suit yourself, Claudette, and like I always say, 'Live free or kick 
ass'". 

"Thanks, Katie R. I'm off to see Father O'Brien. I'll be back in time 
for dinner." 

--- 

"Thanks for seeing me, Father. I think I want to serve the Church again 
and hope you have some openings." 

"Of course we do, my dear. You should know we only let people be servers 
if they are very good and pretty much without sin. When was the last 
time you've been to confession? 

"It's been over a year, Father. It sort of slipped my mind I guess." 

"Don't worry, Claudette. I can hear your confession right now." 

I was dreading the question. I hadn't been to church since I moved here 
from Canada. Well, that was all going to change. A quick confession and 
I'm free as a bird. The Catholic Church sure understands a girl like me. 

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a long time since my 
last Confession." 

"Why don't you tell me your sins now?" 

The first thing that came to mind was the Middle School Dance Katie R 
and I attended last week. We normally don't go to school events, but Katie 
R's mom made us. We figured we'd have a good time and get the dance over 
early if we played our cards right. 

We each put up five bucks for a winner take all game of Pants Stainer. 
In case you haven't heard of it before, it's real simple. You get some 
guy to dance with you and then you're real friendly and stuff. A little 
touch on the back of the neck, a little boob rub on the chest and a 
little press on the boner the guy started getting when a girl with big 
tits and no bra asks him to dance and the next thing you know, his pants 
are stained. Way cool and it's pretty easy in Middle School since the 
boys sometimes do that without any help at all. 

The only way to win is through volume of course. Katie R and I are 
experts at this game and we figured we could clear out the room in a 
couple of hours if we put our minds to it. 

We were averaging 30 to 40 seconds a guy and pretty much filling up the 
boys' room and the smoking area out back with blushing boys who couldn't 
control themselves. I thought I should get extra credit for the three 
teachers I nailed, but Katie R said nope. 

When all the boys were gone the dance pretty much was over except for a 
few lesbians who decided to out themselves. We danced with them for 
awhile and they were able to control themselves a lot better than the 
boys. 

"Tell me exactly how you did this, Claudette." 

"Okay, Father." 

It's pretty routine actually. I wait until I see some guy sitting down 
at a table and go over and ask him to dance. If I bend over just right, 
he's looking down my blouse and notices my tits looking back at him. 
They always want to dance then, even if they leave their girl friend 
sitting there by herself. 

Since most 14 year old boys haven't seen a lot of boobs in person, they 
usually start getting a boner right away. Of course they want to dance 
close so no one can see it. I always pretend I don't notice the woody 
pressing in on my pussy. 

I snuggle up real close and hold one of his hands in mine. I put my 
other hand on his back and then let it trail up to his neck and I kind 
of let my fingers play around until I notice I'm getting a reaction. 
Since most of the boys in my school are short, it's no problem at all 
letting my tongue sneak inside an ear or nipping at a lobe. Boys just go 
crazy when I play with them like that even though they know something 
could happen. They can't do much about it anyhow because if they back 
off everyone will see their pecker sticking out the front of their 
pants. 

I've found the best way to finish a guy off is to rub my body back and 
forth while holding on real close. Since I'm not wearing a bra, he gets 
to feel my hot tits moving across his chest. My nipples always seem to 
get hard when I do this so he can feel them as they glide by. From time 
to time I'll pull back to make sure he gets a good look through my 
transparent blouse. I also make sure that every time I move to the left 
his hand accidentally touches my tit. He always thinks he's getting away 
with something because I pretend not to notice. 

Well, the boy is done for in no time at all and I can feel his dick 
jumping around in his pants. Soon as it stops, I step back and point at 
the front of his pants and say, "What's that?" Off he goes red faced and 
all trying to cover up his front and hoping none of his friends see him. 
I understand some boys have stayed overnight in the restroom just so no 
one would know what happened. 

"Father O'Brien, where are your clothes?" 

"Don't worry about that, Claudette. It's warm in here and I decided to 
get comfortable. Just close your eyes and think pure thoughts." 

"Father, do you think that was a bad sin?" 

"I don't think so, Claudette. You were just playing a game and not 
really doing anything bad. Tell me another sin." 

"I'm not sure that this one is real bad either, but I'll tell you so you 
can decide." 

Katie R gives me all the money I could ever spend so I don't work or 
anything like that. Her birthday arrived and I figured it would be nice 
if I used my own money to buy her a present. I knew she'd been eyeing a 
Digitalsexsation Machine with the Deluxe Dildo set and I figured I could 
get it for her. 

Jobs never seem to work out for me and so I thought I'd do something 
else to raise the money. I was riding my bike down near 14th and Main 
when I saw a bunch of girls waving at cars. I didn't know what they were 
up to, but I figured they had to be making good money based on how well 
they were dressed and all, but that's another story. 

Anyhow, I asked one of the girls what she was doing and she told me she 
was a physical therapy consultant. I didn't know what that was and 
wondered if I could do it. 

Well, it was no time at all before some really nice guy drove up and 
gave me a ride in his car. We didn't go very far for some reason and 
when we pulled into the alley he asked me how much money I needed. I 
didn't want to be greedy so I said I needed a hundred bucks figuring I 
could raise the rest of the money babysitting or something. 

He gave me the hundred and then said he wanted a blow job. Heck yes. If 
a guy is going to be nice enough to give me a ride in his car and help 
out with Katie R's birthday present the least I can do is give him a 
little head. Why not? I like sucking cock a lot and so it wasn't as if 
he wanted me to work for the money. 

When I got back to the corner I saw the other girls were still waving at 
cars so I figured I'd give it another try. I sure was surprised at how 
many nice guys were driving by and before I knew it, I ended up with 
$3,800. I decided it wasn't safe to be carrying that much money on the 
street so I hoped on my bike and headed back to the Stately Richardson 
Manor with enough money to buy two machines with all the attachments and 
a server computer to run them. We just loved playing with it and getting 
off together. 

"Does that sound sinful to you, Father?" 

"Raising money for your friend's birthday present certainly isn't, but 
tell me more about the machine. I'm not clear on that." 

"Sure, Father. It's really neat and very high tech." 

The Digitalsexsation machine is something we found on the Internet. It 
connects to a computer and has a program that reads the words on the 
screen and if a certain word shows up, one of the devices operates in 
either slow, medium or fast mode. Way cool. 

Oh, I forgot to mention that we have to play this game nude because the 
devices attach to various parts of our bodies. There's the nipple 
squeezer, the pussy plunger and the butt teaser to name just a few of 
the choices. I guess you can figure out where those things are attached. 

We started out in a chat room and tried to use sentences which contained 
the code words that made the machines work. Every time one of the words 
showed up on a person's screen the machine fired up the related device. 
I bet the people in the chat room wondered what happened when we 
switched over from regular sentences to just pussy, cunt, boob, tit, ass 
and so forth. I was able to hold out longer than Katie R and I won the 
game when she fell off her chair. I don't think she minded losing 
though. She had the cutest smile on her face before she passed out. 

"I don't really think you've committed much of a sin with your machines. 
Seems like good clean fun to me. Is there anything else?" 

"Excuse me, Father. You seem to be breathing real hard. Can I get you a 
glass of water or something?" 

"No, no. Just get on with you next sin and hurry it up." 

I didn't really want to tell him about the next one because I thought I 
might have lusted in my heart or something real bad. Of course, a good 
confession requires telling everything so I came clean. 

My science teacher usually has me act as the demonstrator for most 
things we do in class. He really seems to like me and I try to look 
interested whenever I can. Anyhow, we were doing the biology section and 
he asked me to come to the front of the room. I was kind of surprised 
when he told me to take off my clothes, but since it was science I 
figured it would be okay. Besides, I was hoping to pass this class 
without having to fuck the teacher for my A. 

He started discussing different parts of the human anatomy and while he 
did, the class examined mine. I tried to remain professional, but I 
found myself getting hot when people starting squeezing my nipples, 
fondling my breasts, sticking their fingers in my pussy and more or less 
doing anything they wanted to me. 

Something must have happened to the teacher because next thing I knew he 
threw me on his desk, spread my legs and gave me ten inches of meat 
missile hot and fast. It was a tad embarrassing getting fucked in front 
of all the other kids, but I kind of needed some action by then and 
figured I might as well get into it. 

He came in about three minutes which might have been a major 
disappointment except that several of the boys were ready to take his 
place. I can't remember everything, but I think I got it on with all the 
boys at least once and probably half of the girls. I was getting a 
little tired and didn't appreciate the ones coming back for seconds and 
told them so. 

I was able to speed things up quite a bit when I started doing them in 
groups. I got one guy to lay on the desk and I fucked the shit out of 
him while I went down on some girl as another guy poked me in the butt. 
I'm getting so good at this sort of thing I was able to give hand jobs 
to all comers without losing my place. 

After I wore everyone out I asked the teacher if he thought I would get 
a good grade in the class. He couldn't actually talk then, but he did 
nod his head so I figure I aced the course. 

"Father, what are all those noises? Are you having some sort of attack?" 

"Don't worry about it, Claudette. It must have been something I had for 
lunch. By the way, do you have a tissue?" 

After Father cleaned himself, he told me that helping in a science class 
isn't much of a sin. He also said he couldn't take any more of my sins 
right then and I'd have to come back next week and tell him more. Based 
on my clean bill of health in confession, he said I could be a server 
and should show up Sunday and take my place as an Altar Girl when he 
said mass. 

"Thank you, Father, I'm so proud." 

--- 

"I think this robe is a little too big for me, Father. Do you have 
something in my size?" 

"Sorry, Claudette. You're taller than most of the boys your age so you'll 
have to make do with this one." 

"Well okay, Father, but where do I change?" 

"We really don't have facilities for that, but don't be concerned, I'm a 
priest. You can change right here." 

Even though he was a priest, he was looking at me just like a regular 
guy. I thought he looked silly with his mouth hanging open like that, 
but I guess it was just something priests do. 

"How much should I take off, Father?" 

At first I thought he was kidding when he told me to take off 
everything, but he proved it by having me put my hand up his robe. As 
soon as I grabbed on to his whopper, I figured I better take it all off. 

I was getting set to put on my robe when I noticed something. "Father, I 
don't think you can go on stage with that boner you got there. You 
better cool down or you'll get the crowd all excited." 

"You're right Claudette. I can't go out there like this. You've got to 
help me." 

I've done this sort of help before. It's really not too bad. Old guys 
may not get off as fast as a boy in middle school, but they're a little 
more gentle and when you close your eyes, it could be anyone. 

"Thanks Claudette, you can use the restroom over there to clean up." 

"Hey, I thought you didn't have any place for me to change?" 

"Hmm, uh, yes. I'll explain later. Hurry up and get ready." 

My robe seemed to flow and I was having a hard time keeping it on my 
shoulders. It did go all the way to ground so that part seemed okay. 

The altar boy walked in as I was coming out of the rest room and he 
seemed to know something was going on. 

"What the hell are her clothes doing on the floor. You been fucking this 
babe, Father? I could use a piece of her snatch myself." 

"Shut the fuck up, Harold. We're getting ready to say the Holy Mass and 
you should be a little more reverent." 

"Bull shit! I wouldn't even have this job except that my parents donated 
the grammar school and forced you to take me on. She could give me a 
quick blow job at least." 

"Harold, move it." 

The Mass has a lot of interesting ceremony that most people don't 
actually understand. It was a lot easier when it was in Latin since it 
made things sound mysterious. Now that the Mass is in everyday English, 
it just looks confusing and sounds worse. 

We were milling around on stage. I carried the wine up to the priest 
several times on his signal. A good thing we were using gallon jugs 
cause he was filling his chalice to the brim every time. He finally 
offered me a swig. I drank mine out of the bottle and hoped no one 
noticed. 

Harold is such a jerk. Just when I thought things were going okay, he 
stepped on the hem of my robe. I think he did it on purpose, too. Well, 
anyhow, the robe ripped off and I was standing on the stage in nothing 
by my four inch patent leather pumps. I didn't have time to be 
embarrassed. 

"Holy shit! You've got the best body I've ever seen." With that Harold 
knocked me on my ass and beat me to the ground. Somehow he got his fly 
down and stuck his jumbo cock into me before I could even try and stop 
him. 

Father O'Brien came over and watched and when he didn't say anything I 
figured I might as well let Harold finish. He did have a rather nice 
dick and it had been awhile since I had one that big. 

It was hardly worth the bother. Harold came in about 25 seconds and 
there I was all hot and wet for nothing. A good thing I was in a church 
because my prayers were answered when a quite a few of the congregation 
rushed the stage and next thing I knew I was the center of attention. 

"This is the tightest pussy I've ever been in." 

"The girl sucks like a vacuum cleaner. No shit." 

"Put another finger in my pussy. Taste my juice." 

The people just seemed to lose it and I couldn't keep track of how many 
times I got fucked, gave head, spread my butt and frigged people. I 
thought it was a lot of fun, but those people acted as if they'd never 
been laid before. Pretty sad so I worked a lot harder than usual to get 
them off and decided to hang in there no matter how long it took to 
satisfy everyone's needs. 

--- 

"You sure are getting home late from church, Claudette. You all right?" 

"I'm fine Katie R, but I'm dropping out of the church. Just don't like 
it anymore." 

"You were all hot for it when you left. What happened?" 

"Well, everyone fucked me a lot which is kind of normal. So that part's 
pretty good. I just don't like the tacky clothes they make you wear. 
Even if I had my robe tailored I don't think it would do much for me." 

I still wasn't finished with religion. I decided I needed something with 
a little more spice like the Druids. Kinkier sex and all that leather 
sure looked good to me. 


The End 


Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com> 

Read more of my stories at 
www.asstr-mirror.org\~Katie_McN 





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