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Copyright: Written 2004 by Rachael P. Ross. May be archived and/or
reposted for free private use of adults where not prohibited by local
and/or federal statute provided that (a) This copyright notice
accompanies any such dissemination; (b)That the author's name and
email rache696@yahoo.com be included in the message body; (c) That
this story is not edited for content. All characters,locales, and
events are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons may or may not
be intended by the author for her own devious and undisclosed
purposes.

Author's Note: This story is (to date) composed of six chapters. It is
suggested, but by no means necessary that they be read sequence. I
tried to use (brief) character/plot references where necessary, but
largely each chapter is capable of standing on it's own. Pornography
is uniquely suited to that.

At this time I have no plans to write a chapter seven. I do not need
ideas for plot or characters, I don't need flattery or threats...I
don't even need begging to convince me otherwise. The story ends where
it does and how it does. It isn't really up to me. -rr Manila

=-=-=

 
My Strange Life
By Amy J. Welch

Chapter I
Introductions and Homework

I was going to read my homework assignment aloud for Father Groves. I
was a little nervous since I was the only one in the whole class he'd
asked to stay after school. I wondered if there was something wrong
with it and even if there was, why would he want me to stay after and
read it out loud for him?

All I really knew was that there are an awful lot of strange things
that go on around my school, and not just my school, but the whole
town it seemed like. I wondered sometimes if it was just me, or if
other people sensed it too, but were just too shy to say anything.
Well, I like to write sometimes, not always of course, but mostly and
I thought I'd write about my life and maybe someday somebody might
read this and say "Hmmmm...what a strange place." Or maybe they'd say,
"Hmmm...what's so strange about that?"

So, I stood there in front of Father Groves' desk, wearing my green
and orange scotch pleated skirt and white short-sleeved blouse, and my
knee high white socks and black Betsy's, because at the Virgin Mary's
Academy that's what the girls wear everyday. The boys go to St.
Joseph's, which is supposed to be a different school, but shares some
of the same buildings and classrooms and teachers, so I don't really
understand why my school has two different names, depending on if
you're a boy or a girl. But we girls don't go to class with the boys;
we just see them in the halls sometimes, and at Mass on Wednesdays of
course. But the boys sit on the left side of the chapel and the girls
sit on the right and every pew has one of the sisters to make sure
we're paying attention to Jesus and not to some cute guy across the
way. Anyhow, like I was saying, I had my gold-blonde hair pinned up,
since there was a rule that if hair came down below the shoulder it
had to be in a braid and I hadn't had time to braid my hair that
morning. Besides, I didn't mind pinning it up since some of the boys,
and some of the girls too, like pull on my braids and say `Ding-Dong!
Anybody home in there?' and it makes me pretty mad, like it would
anyone else I'd guess.

My mother says they do that to get my attention, at least the boys do.
The girls do it because they're jealous. I am just about the prettiest
girl in school and always have been, ever since I was little.
Sometimes I don't feel especially pretty, and sometimes I look in the
mirror and think I'm not very attractive at all, but my mother says
everybody feels like that sometimes. And those thoughts don't last
because some guy is always telling me I'm beautiful, or some girl I
don't even know will tell me how she wished she looked like me. It's a
big responsibility, being beautiful. I found that out when I was 13
and became "Miss Teen Dairy Queen" which has nothing to do with the DQ
Drive-Thru out on Route 69, especially since they sued the County last
year.

I'll talk about all that some other time. As you can tell I do have a
hard time keeping my stories from wandering into one another. Maybe
that was what Father Groves wanted to talk to me about. I brushed a
loose strand of hair out of my blue eyes, hoping I wasn't in trouble,
and started reading out loud, right from the top where I'd put the
date like he wanted:

============

02 Feb 2004

English Composition II
Assignment: Two Thousand words on your strangest school experience
this past year
Due Date: 03 Feb 2004

Déjà vu
By Amy Welch (Sophomore)

My strangest school experience happened last September, at the
beginning of the school year. I was in the Admin Office, getting a
hall pass because I was late for school because I couldn't find my
silver and turquoise hair clip. I'd gotten it for my 15th birthday
last July from my Uncle Max, who isn't really my uncle but he likes to
give me things anyway for helping him wash his dog, Spunky. Spunky is
a big dog, but I don't know what kind for sure, I think he's a Great
Dane or something like that. Anyway, Spunky likes me a lot and we
wrestle sometimes before I give him his bath and Uncle Max likes to
watch and take pictures. I asked him why he takes so many pictures and
Uncle Max told me he shares them with other dog lovers, and they're
all jealous of him because I'm so pretty.

So, I couldn't find my special hair clip and I missed my school bus,
so I needed a hall pass from Mrs. Edwards so I could go to homeroom. I
was waiting for her in the office when this guy came in that I'd never
seen before and he looked like a total geek. He had big ears and a
funny haircut and ugly pants. I tried to ignore him but he walked
right over and sat down next to me on the plastic couch they have in
the office there.

"Hi." He said.

I ignored him and looked at myself in the mirror, the big one with the
sign that says `Look your best - Be your best' and I know I look my
best all the time. I had my long blonde hair in a French braid that
morning. It took a long time for my Mother to get it right, but I
wanted it because I'd just gotten a French manicure and I was wearing
my little red French beret that Uncle Seymour gave me for Christmas
two years ago after I promised not to tell anyone that he made a movie
about me called `Amy Takes a Bath'. He's not really my Uncle, he just
likes me to call him that when I sit in his lap and watch home movies
with him. My favorite is `Amy's Big Lollipop' but I don't know why he
called it that, there's no candy at all in that movie.

"My name is Mark. I'm new here." He said.

And I just looked the other way because I didn't want anyone to see me
talking to him! Especially since I was trying to make the Junior
Varsity Cheerleading Squad and the cheerleading coach, Miss Squires
had just interviewed me the day before. She asked me if I liked boys
better than I liked girls and I said I didn't know. I said all my
friends were girls but I had other friends sometimes too, like Peter
Harbuck, who were boys, but they weren't always my friends, just
sometimes. Like the time Peter, Stanley, and Otis took me to Crystal
Pond so we could play `Spit or Swallow' but they didn't hardly play at
all! They just wanted me to play and I got tired of that after about 3
times each. And Miss Squires told me that boys were evil and grew up
to be evil men who would flip me on my belly and do me like a goat if
I gave them half a chance, and I wasn't exactly sure what she meant,
but I didn't want no wicked man doing a goat thing to me! I knew that
much!

"Do you want to go out with me?" He asked.

I couldn't believe my ears! Of all the nerve, like I would go out with
him just because he asked! I know I'm totally hot, but wow! What a big
nerve he had! The only boy I ever went out with was Steven, who wasn't
a boy at all, he was a college man and he met me at the mall over in
Green Briar, sitting at the Orange Julius and he said `Hi' and I said
`Hi' and then he asked me if I would want to go out with him and his 4
friends and see his van. And I said yeah because he looked real nice,
but it was dark in his van so I don't know for sure if he was the nice
one or not. But we only went out that one time because my parents
thought 13 was too young for dating.

So I told this guy "No."

And he said "Why not?"

And I said "Cause you look like a two stick hick!"

And he said, "You don't even know me! Are you one of those shallow
people who judge just by looks?"

And I said, "Well, of course! How else am I gonna do it, stupid?"

And he said, "What's your name?"

And I said "Amy Welch! Duh!" Like somebody wouldn't know me!

And he said, "Ohhhh, you're Amy Welch."

And I said, "Uh huh."

And he said, "I have a big dick, Amy."

And I said, "Let me see it."

And he said, "Not here, let's go in the bathroom."

And I said "Okay."

So we went to the bathroom and it was only the 5th time I'd ever been
in the boys bathroom but this time there wasn't anybody else in here,
just me and Mark. He opened his pants and pulled out his dick and it
was really big! He played with it until it got hard and then he said,
"I want to see yours too."

And I said, "I'm a girl, bonehead, I don't have one of those."

And he said, "No, I want to see your pussy."

So I said "Oh, okay." Because my Mother taught me that fair is only
fair, so I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down around my
knees and kind of spread so he could see. Everybody says I've got a
really pretty pussy. My Uncle Max said Spunky likes it because there's
almost no hair on it and dogs get tired of other dogs all the time, or
something like that. But I think Spunky thinks I'm a dog too. And
Uncle Seymour said I had the prettiest pussy he's ever seen and he was
in the army so he's seen every kind of pussy there is. And Miss
Squires makes me practice my splits sometimes in her office with no
panties on because she said my pussy is way too pretty to hide all the
time and she's the coach so I know she's seen a lot of pussies before
too.

Mark said, "Bend over the sink."

And I said, "Why would I do that?"

And he said, "Why do you think? I want to stick it in you."

So I said "Oh, okay." And I did it, just leaning over the sink in the
boy's room and Mark did have a big dick. It felt really good when he
put it in me. He grabbed my hips and kind of pulled too because I
think I was just a little too small for it at first, but like Uncle
Seymour says `Little girls stretch' and that's what I was doing,
stretching all around that big dick in my little pussy. And it really
was pretty big, I thought I could feel it all the way up in my tummy
and I was afraid he was going to get even bigger, like Spunky does
sometimes and we'd get stuck, but it didn't.  I liked it a lot too,
even though he didn't last very long, it really made me feel all
tingly so I was standing on my tiptoes and singing `Oh My God! Bless
America!' until I forgot all the words and I was just saying `Oh My
God! Oh My God! Oh My God!' over and over. About the time I was
feeling like I swallowed a rainbow I felt something else too, a hot
gooey throbbing fire that spread all around and made me shake all
over.

I said, "Did you shoot your little sperms in me?"

Mark said, "I sure did, about 10 million of `em. I couldn't help it."

And I said, "That's okay, it feels really good."

And he said, "Yeah, it felt great, thanks."

He was zipping up his pants and I was pulling my panties up when he
asked me again if he could take me out some time, like to a movie or
the McDonalds.

I said, "No way, Jose."

And then we left the bathroom without another word, but Mr. Johnson,
the janitor saw us and I thought he was going to get mad at me for
being in the boys bathroom with Mark. But Mark told him there was a
busted pipe in the girl's bathroom and he was just being a gentleman
and watching the door while I used the boy's bathroom. Mr. Johnson
said that was an awfully nice thing for Mark to do and gave him a
wink, which meant it was okay I guess. But then Mr. Johnson told me
that if I needed somebody watching the bathroom door for me I should
get him, since the bathrooms were his property, in a manner of
speaking. I nodded and said, "Yes sir!" because I was just so happy he
wasn't mad.

I was going back to the admin office, because I still didn't have my
hall pass. Mark said he had to go to gym class because he had a new
secret to tell all his friends.

I said, "What's that."

And Mark said, "I can't tell you, it's a secret."

And I said, "So what, tell me anyway."

And Mark said, "I'm gonna tell everybody how I fucked you in the boys
bathroom."

And I said, "Who's going to believe that?"

And he just laughed and walked away. I thought, `What a big nerve!'
and went back to the admin office to see if I could get a hall pass
before I got into some kind of trouble. But my panties were getting
all gooey inside because I was walking really fast, but not running
because running in the halls isn't allowed in school, so I walked
slower and tried to keep my thighs pressed together, because I could
feel that sticky mess running down my legs.

That was when Miss Holsum, the school nurse saw me, because I was
right by her office and she asked me what was the matter. I didn't
want to say really, because it was a little embarrassing and I didn't
have a hall pass and she can be a little strict about hall passes, but
mostly with the boys. She's a lot like Miss Squires, I think and
everybody knows they're best friends, so I especially didn't want her
to tell on me to Miss Squires. So I told her I just had some funny
cramps and I was going to the admin office to get a hall pass because
I'd been in the bathroom. I don't think she believed me though,
because she lifted my skirt and looked at the gooey sticky mess
running down my thighs and clucked her tongue. Then Miss Holsum pulled
my panty to one side and whistled softly. And then she put her finger
right up inside me, because she is a nurse and she knows about girl
problems, especially since she's a girl too, and when she pulled her
finger out it was gooey too. She smelled it and told me the next time
I had funny cramps like those ones I should just come see her and she
would make me feel better without making a real big mess in my
underwear. I nodded and she fixed my panty and smoothed my skirt
pleats and gave me a little spank on the butt. She always does that if
nobody else is around. She started walking the other way, towards the
gym, holding her finger up in the air like she was having a big long
really good idea, or maybe just pointing at the ceiling. But I know
she was going to show it to Miss Squires and get me in trouble.

I walked back to the admin office, still gooey and maybe even a little
worse than before since Miss Holsum had checked me with her finger.
Mrs. Edwards still wasn't there though, so I sat down on the couch to
wait and crossed my legs, even though it didn't help and I knew I was
going to leave a mess when I got up. About a minute later a boy I
didn't know came into the office and sat down right next to me! He
looked an awful lot like Mark, with big ears and a bad haircut and
pants that came halfway up his shins.

"Hi." He said.

I tried to ignore him because he looked like he just stepped off the
ugly bus and Lord only knows it must have been a long trip.

"Are you Amy Welch?" he asked.

"Duh! Of course I am!" I said, as if two people in this school
wouldn't know me in one day!

"Ohhhh." he said.

"Who are you anyways?" I asked.

"I'm Mark's twin brother, Mike. I'm new here." He said.

"Twin brother?" I looked at him closely. "Prove it."

"Here?" He asked.

"No. Let's go to the bathroom." I said.

The End

============


I finished reading and looked up at Father Groves. He was sitting way
down and his chair was squeaking as he rocked back and forth in it. I
could see his arm moving a little, like he was rubbing a sore spot on
his leg and I was going to ask him if he was okay, but he started
talking first.

"Amy, that was a very, very good essay." He smiled at me. "You should
be very proud of it. I read it last night while I was lying in bed. I
read Jane's, and Susan's, and all the rest and I was almost falling
asleep. But do you know what happened, Amy?"

"No, sir, I don't." I replied honestly. I didn't know exactly what he
was talking about, but I feel that way a lot around grown-ups.

"I read yours, Amy." He smiled and looked me up and down real slow. "I
read it three times, and then again this morning, just before I took
my shower. That's how good it is."

"Thank you, Father Groves." I smiled too and did a little curtsy,
since I didn't really know what else to do.

His arm was moving more and he licked his lips. "Why don't you lock
the door and then come sit on my desk, Amy."

"Y-You want me to lock the door?" I wasn't sure I'd heard him right.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for sitting on my desk, I
mean if you wanted to sit here and somebody just happened to walk in
while you were doing it. I just can't decide what you should get for a
grade; if I should give you an `A' or just `B'. I was hoping you could
help me decide, Amy."

I sure did want that `A' since my Daddy gave me a little something
extra in my allowance every time I brought home a good grade. An `A'
on my essay might just be enough to get me that new pair of
hip-huggers that I'd seen at the mall the other day. So naturally I
locked that door and walked back to Father Groves' desk, sitting down
on the edge and hoping I could find some way to get that `A' on my
paper.

"That's a good girl Amy." He looked at me and moved so his hands were
on my hips. His right hand looked a little wet with something, but he
didn't seem to notice as he slid me more towards the middle and around
to face his side of the desk. My knees were bent so my shoes were on
his desk and I apologized.

"That's okay Amy, you just sit there and..." He pushed my knees out a
little and I leaned back on my arms, so my firm little boobs pushed
out a bit. "Oh my," he said, "That's perfect!" He was looking at my
chest and I arched my back a little more, tilting my head up and
wondering if this was being sexy. For some reason I felt like being
sexy right then, I'm not sure why, but Sister Anita, my student
counselor, told me once that I had a special gift when it came to
being sexy and there were probably a lot of career opportunities for
me in Bangkok. But Sister Anita jokes around a lot, so I'm not sure if
she was serious.

I knew just what Father Groves wanted too; I'd seen that look before.
My legs were open and I made sure I pulled my skirt up over my knees
so it fell down my thighs and he could see the snow-white cotton of my
panties.

"Like this Father?" I asked coyly, knowing exactly how my voice should
sound, soft and breathless, and a little shy.

I'd been getting good grades since I was 12, that was the same time I
was in my first school play too.

My Drama teacher, Mrs. Wright gave me a lot of special lessons and
even had me practice some scenes she'd written for her and her
husband, Mr. Wright. She wasn't my Drama teacher anymore though, since
she taught at Our Lady of Lourdes and that's just for 6th to 8th grade
girls. The Virgin Mary's Academy is for high school girls, like me.
But Mr. And Mrs. Wright still liked me to come over sometimes and help
some of their new students practice scenes. I don't mind, it's fun and
they are really nice to me. But I'm getting off track again, aren't I?

"Yessss...Amy, just like that. Why don't you unbutton your blouse a
little, I think it's getting awfully warm in here." Father Groves
leaned closer and licked his lips again, staring at the little mound
of my hidden sex.

I undid the buttons slowly, pulling my blouse open to expose the lacy
white of my bra. I opened it just enough so I could pull the cotton
blouse aside and cup my breasts in my hands. They aren't very big yet,
but I'm only 15 and someday they'll be ripe and full like my mother's,
but right now I just wear a little 32A. Pushing them together though
seemed to help, like they were a little larger and I felt my nipples
getting hard enough to show through the thin silky cups.

"Do you want to see my boobies, Father?" I breathed and he nodded,
dragging his eyes from between my thighs to watch as I pulled first
one cup and then the other down, exposing my puffy bubblegum pink
nipples. I pinched them with my fingers, twisting a little because it
always feels so good when they get hard like the erasers on my
pencils, and I just watched his face. I was getting awfully hot just
sitting there playing with my tits while my English teacher watched, I
felt myself starting to cream and I looked down between my legs.

"Can I take these off too, Father?" I asked him sweetly, rubbing a
finger down my crack so that my panty outlined the little lips of my
pussy. It felt so good I wanted to do more and when he nodded I pulled
my panties off, not moving my legs at all, just pushing my knees
together until I could slide them up and then back down around my
ankles. The cool air felt so good I gave a little shiver, like
somebody was blowing in my ear and I rubbed two fingers across my
hairless slit, making a little circle so my soft little lips twisted
and opened slightly. I felt the oily warmth of my excitement leaking
slowly out and I pinched my labia, pulling my lips apart and exposing
the delicate pink folds to our eyes.

"See how wet I'm getting, Father? I can't help it sometimes, I just
have to touch myself and..." I sighed as I pushed a finger inside my
warm slit, curling it a little and feeling the soft walls giving way.
"I just have to finger myself. Is that a sin?"

Father Groves was leaning very close now, his nose almost touching my
hard little clitty as he watched my finger squish in and out. "Ohhhh
no, Amy, it's so beautiful...soooooo...beautiful." He was talking like he
was in a dream. "And beauty is never a sin, Amy."

I was pinching one of my nipples again because they were so itchy it
almost hurt, and rubbing my clit with my thumb while I pushed my
middle finger inside as far as I could, wiggling it like it was a
little fish. I felt butterflies in my tummy and I was waiting for
Father Groves to do something besides just watch. I could see the tip
of his big hard cock as he jerked himself off and I really wished he'd
put it in me.

"Don't you...don't you want to...touch me?" I asked, really starting to
squirm a little. My juices were running down into my butt crack and
making a big wet spot on his desk. "You can...put it in me...if you want,
Father."

But he shook his head and I just about had a heart attack when he
said, "No, Amy." Because that was the first time I'd ever heard any
guy say that to me. Then he explained a little and I almost kind of
understood. "I do want to touch you, to put it in and...know you...like in
the Bible. But I took a vow to God, Amy, of celibacy. Do you know what
that is?"

I shook my head and moaned a little, lifting my butt of the desk as I
stuck my finger really deep and tickled my secret spot. I was panting
like a dog and I would have had a good little cum if Father Groves
would just... Touch me!

"It means I can't have sexual relations with anyone, Amy. I have to
stay pure and chaste for the Lord. But..." I think he sensed my urgent
need, "I can do this with you."

He stood up and held his big thick cock over my hungry little snatch
and stroked it. I watched and fucked myself silly while he rubbed his
hand back and forth. It looked so hard, so hot, and so yummy...I wanted
it in me soooooo bad! But he'd made a promise to God and I wouldn't
have wanted him to break that, even if it would have felt really good.
We were both being chaste for Jesus while we jerked off together,
watching each other do it and that was more fun than it sounds,
believe me. I wouldn't have believed it either, but it's true.

I sat with the soles of my shoes pressed together, my panties puddle
around my ankles, and my long legs spread wide apart, so that my knees
were almost touching the desk and my heels almost reached my pussy. I
fucked myself silly with both hands, spreading my pussy lips so they
looked like little pink butterfly wings, glistening wet and puffy with
excitement. I watched my teacher's hard thickness so tantalizingly
close, hovering over my tight little cunt. I was ready to start
begging him to put it in me, to fill me up with it, but the only sound
I made was my ragged breathing, my soft moans of desperation. And
Father Groves answered me with his own breathless sounds of pleasure,
little grunts and groans, and the constant wet soft slap-slap-slapping
sound of his hand flying across his swollen prick, drawing the
foreskin back and forth over the dark swollen head.

I was getting close and I rubbed harder, jerking my hips and feeling
my whole body tense up. I was breathing hard, like I'd just ran all
the way home from school and it seemed like I couldn't catch my breath
no matter what. And Father Groves was right there with me, talking to
me softly, telling me how beautiful I was...How perfect and pretty my
little pussy was until he couldn't say anything anymore, he just let
out a long loud groan, and his big dick jerked and started shooting
his sperm all over my burning cunt. It looked so neat and felt so good
that I started cumming too. I pulled my lips apart again so he could
see it quivering, my pink hole opening and closing like it was trying
to grab onto something. Father Groves aimed his cock right for it,
shooting inside me without really being inside me. I shuddered and
pushed it in with my fingers, working his hot spooge all around my
fiery cunt. He'd covered my pussy, and thighs and made a mess on my
skirt and even on my blouse, all the way up to my bare boobs, but I
didn't care; I was shaking and crying and having the best cum I'd had
in a month.

I rubbed his sperm all over my boobs, since I really do want to have
some nice big ones someday, and then I licked my fingers clean while
Father Groves watched. He had made quite a mess and his cock and
fingers were covered with his sperm too. I offered to lick him clean,
but he said no, he couldn't let me do that. He just cleaned them with
my panties, wiping his fingers and palm clean so that the material was
damp and sticky all over. He said he was sure I wouldn't mind and he
watched as I pulled them up nice and snug and tight, lifting my butt.
I fixed my bra too, and then my blouse and skirt, and hoped all the
stains would wash out, or at least dry before I got home.

Father Groves wrote a big blue `A+' on my essay paper and he never did
touch me.

Weird huh?

=-=-=

end
copyright Rachael Ross
Intended for FREE distribution to adults only
Send question, comment, inquiry to rache696@yahoo.com and pray for a
reply, I check email regularly on Halloween and the Ides of March.


Down here is a list of `chapters' with story codes.

Chapter I (Introductions and Homework) - M/f, m/f, Mast, Relig, Humor
Chapter II (Trying to get to Cheerleading Camp) - FF/f, F/f, M/f, Inc,
BDSM, Rom
Chapter III (Confessions of a Catholic Schoolgirl) - f/f, M/f, rom,
oral, relig
Chapter IV (The Strange Case of Doctor von Siemein) - M/TG/f, rom,
inc, med, fist
Chapter V (A Tale of Two Uncles) - M/f, F/f, f/dog, beast, voyeur,
mast, rom
Chapter VI (The Funny Thing About Laura's Mom) - M/F/f, first, oral,
prost

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