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

 
Chapter Five - Bodies (Mf bf teen mast drugs)


I woke up the next morning to find that someone had slipped an
envelope under my door.  Opening it up, I found a note from Father
Ken, two $100 bills, a consent form signed by "Fr. Kenton Foley"
acting as legal guardian, and directions to a gynecologist's office
downtown.  In the handwritten note, Father Ken said that I was
excused from classes for the day in order to see the doctor and
"take care of any other business".  I wondered what kind of pull
Father Ken had to get an appointment on such short notice.

I put the envelope away, took a nice long shower, and got dressed.  
After a quick breakfast, I took the subway downtown.  The
appointment wasn't until 11AM, but I wanted to be early, just in
case.  As it happened, I had to sit in the waiting room until well
after noon before the doctor could see me.

He was an older man with a kindly face and snow white hair, narrow 
bifocals balanced on a bulbous cherry-red nose.  My gynecologist in 
Maine had been a younger woman, and I felt sort of funny when this 
gentleman began poking and prodding down there, but eventually I
relaxed while he examined me.  At least his fingers weren't cold,
though the speculum felt like it had been sitting in the snow for a
week. 

Dr. Murphy asked me a few questions about my periods, sexual
activity, contraception, and my health in general.  He measured my
cervix for a diaphragm, wrote something on a prescription pad, and
told me to get dressed and see the receptionist on the way out.  The
whole exam had taken about fifteen minutes at most.

I thought I'd have to pay for the examination, but the receptionist
said that there was some sort of arrangement between Dr. Murphy and
the archdiocese.  All I had to do was sign an index card marked with
today's date and I was all set.  I took the prescription to a
drugstore a few blocks away and had coffee in a donut shop next door
while the pharmacist filled the order.  A half hour later, I had a
new diaphragm and a couple of tubes of spermicidal jelly.  It was
still early in the afternoon, and I had $65 in change from one of
the hundred dollar bills, so I decided to go shopping.

The department stores were like nothing we had in Maine.  I spent an
hour just looking at skirts and sweaters.  They were expensive, too,
and I decided against buying something too pricey, remembering how
my clothes ended up in the donation pile in the basement.  One thing
I did need was a nightgown, something modest enough that I could
wear it when I went from my bedroom to the bathroom across the hall,
but one that also would feel nice against my skin.  The short
babydoll nighties my mother used to wear were out of style, replaced
by long flannel gowns that went from neck to knees, but I managed to
find a silky satin chemise, chocolate brown with ivory lace trim. 
That it was on sale, marked down to $29 from $89 sealed the deal.  I
bought it, pleased with myself for finding such a sweet deal.

I walked around downtown Boston for a while, window shopping and 
enjoying this free time.  I'd walked around the city before, but I'd
been too concerned with finding a place to sleep to see the sights. 
Now that I had a place to stay, the city looked different,
friendlier.  People smiled here, not as many as in Florida, but much
more than I'd seen in Maine, especially during the winter.

I was heading back to the subway station when I passed a store in a
sort of run down set of blocks near Chinatown.  It had a sign that
said "Liberty Books" on the marquee, and "Adults Only" on the door. 
I peered inside, curious about what was sold here.  There were rows
of racks with magazines and books, and way in the back of the store
I could see a display of sex toys, like the ones Shelly sold in her
place.  I screwed up my courage and walked inside, thinking that the
worst that could happen was that I'd get kicked out.

A girl with a shocking pink mohawk haircut stood behind the cash 
register, filing her nails with an emery board and chewing a piece
of gum.  She gave me a perfunctory glance and went back to her
grooming and chewing.  The shop was almost empty except for a
middle-aged man in a suit who was looking through a rack of
shrink-wrapped magazines.  I browsed through the book section,
hundreds of short pulp novels with lurid covers, line drawings of
women with men, women with women, and men with men.  I worked my way
to the back of the store, to the display of sex toys of all sizes
and shapes, each one individually sealed in cardboard and plastic
packages. 

I missed the toys I'd left behind before going into foster care. 
They were nicer than anything in this store, but more importantly,
they were reminders of what I'd shared with Julia.  I didn't want to
leave empty- handed, though, so I selected a small pink vibrator,
more or less penis- shaped, something that I could easily hide if I
had to.  I brought it up to the cashier, and she put down her emery
board and rang up my purchase.

"You need batteries for this?" she asked.

"Yes, please."  She reached under the counter and pulled out a pack
of AA batteries, ringing them up and placing them in the bag.

"How old are you, hon?"  I already had my money out, not expecting
this question.

"Eighteen," I said, straightening up and trying to look older.

"Okay, hadda ask," the cashier said.  She took my money and made
change, stapling the plain brown bag shut and handing it over to me.

"Have fun, sweetie," she said, giving me a sly smile.

"Thank you."  I left the store and headed back to the shelter.


                                  * * *


Classes were still in session, so it was quiet in the building, 
especially upstairs.  I sat on my bed for a while, reading and
writing in my journal until I started to get bored.  There was still
some time before dinner was served, so I got undressed and put on my
new chemise, enjoying the feel of the supple fabric as it caressed
my skin. 

I reached for the brown paper bag with my other new purchase, the 
vibrator.  I unscrewed the bottom and slipped the batteries in, 
replacing the end cap and twisting it, making the vibe purr softly. 
It looked like a real penis, not much bigger than Billy's boycock,
with veins and bumps along the shaft and a small mushroom-shaped
head.  With my new chemise hiked up around my hips, I teased my clit
with one hand while I brought the vibrator to my lips with the
other, sucking on the rubbery phallus and making it glisten.

When it was wet enough, I turned it on and used the humming head to 
circle my clit, sending an electric jolt through my belly.  Slipping
the tip between my wet labia, I slid it into my sex while I fingered
my clit.  It wasn't as intense as the toys that Julia had bought for
me, but the buzz was pleasant enough.  I slid it in and out of my
pussy, and then up and over my clit, sending another wave of
pleasure through my belly.

My thoughts wandered as I played with myself, first imagining Dr. 
Murphy, the gynecologist, as he loosened his trousers and pulled out
his cock, pushing it into my pussy while my legs were up in the
stirrups.  Then I thought about the bookstore, first a cover of one
of the books, a drawing of a little girl in a short dress sitting on
the lap of an older man, her pretty dress bunched up around her
waist as the man fondled her cunny through her little white panties.
 My thoughts turned to the punky girl behind the cash register,
thinking about her stiff pink mohawk and how it would look between
my legs as she ate me out, wondering if she had shocking pink pubic
hair as well.  I was imagining her with a big pink strap-on, guiding
it between my legs, when I started to come.  I arched my back,
frigging myself furiously and plunging the vibrator in and out of my
hungry hole until my body stiffened, quivered, and then went limp.

I turned the vibe off and pulled it out, first licking my juices
from the veiny pink rubber cock and then drying it off with a towel.
 After catching my breath, I found a hiding place for the vibrator
inside the bed's boxspring, next to where I'd stashed the bag of pot
Billy got for me.  There was still nearly an hour left until dinner,
so I decided to take a bath, bringing a pinch of weed with me to
smoke in the tub.  While I was in the bath, I shaved the sparse
growth of hair on my pussy.  When I was done, it didn't look too
much different than it did when I was ten years old.

Father Ken came over to me as I was finishing dinner.  He sat down
next to me and gave my shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

"Everything go well today?" he asked.

"Yes, it went fine.  Thanks."

"So, you're all set now?"

"Yes," I said.

"Good.  That's all I need to know.  Come see me in an hour or so,
okay?" 

"Yes, Father."  He left me to talk to one of the boys.  Across the
room, Billy caught my eye and he gave me a brief smile and a wink. 
I returned my tray to the kitchen and headed back to my room, where
Billy was waiting for me.

"Smoke a joint, Sis?" he asked.

"Sure."  We ducked into the bathroom, stuffed a wet towel under the 
door, and sat next to the open window, passing the joint back and
forth.  After we finished the joint, Billy lit a cigarette, holding
it outside of the open window between drags.

"I've got a surprise for you," I said.

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you.  It wouldn't be a surprise then."

"C'mon, tell me.  Please?"

"I'll show you later.  I've got to see Father Ken in his office."

"Another examination?" he asked.

"Something like that.  I'll come to your room afterwards, okay?"

"Cool," he said, flicking the cigarette out of the window.  The
glowing orange tip disappeared into the alley below.  I gave Billy a
quick kiss and went back to my room to get ready for Father Ken.  I
took off my clothes and slipped my diaphragm in, applying a liberal
amount of spermicidal jelly to the inner surface.  I used to skip
the jelly sometimes, when I knew I'd be sleeping with Del or Paco as
they hated the way that stuff tasted, though I never skipped it with
Ramon; he'd always fill my pussy with his cum.  Then I put on a pair
of panties from the first package Father Ken had given me, the ones
that were a bit too small and a bit too tight.  Over these, I wore
the little pink sundress that Father Ken had given me.  Like the
panties, these were made for a younger girl, and the hem barely
covered my bottom.  Finally, I tied my hair up in two pigtails and
went downstairs to Father Ken's office suite.

Father Ken was seated behind his desk, wearing a plush terrycloth 
bathrobe and sipping a drink.  He smiled when he saw me wearing the 
dress that he'd given me.

"You look wonderful, Annie," he said.  "Turn around for me."  I
swirled around, making the hem of the dress float up and expose my
tight cotton panties, and then I came over to him and climbed into
his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek.  He hadn't shaved that day,
and his face was rough and stubbly.  Father Ken smiled and put his
hand on my thigh, gently caressing me, his fingers lightly grazing
my panty crotch. 

"Thank you, Father.  For today, I mean."

"Don't thank me yet, Annie.  I have a favor to ask you."

"Anything," I said.  "Tell me."

"I'll tell you later," he said.  "First things first."  He put down
his drink and cradled me in his arms, kissing me on the lips.  I
could taste the liquor as our tongues met.

"Have a drink, first," Father Ken said, reaching into his desk for
the bottle.  He poured about an inch into a glass and added some
Coca Cola until the glass was half full.  I gulped it down, and a
warm feeling began to spread through my body.  As I laid my head on
Father Ken's shoulder, he put his hands inside my dress and began to
caress my back and belly.  I could feel his hardness through his
bathrobe, pressing up against the back of my thighs.

"Let's go into the other room," he said.  I slid off of his lap and
he took my hand, leading me into his small bedroom.  His robe had
slipped open and I could see his hard cock and heavy balls. 
Compared to Billy's young tool, he looked huge.  Father Ken sat down
on the edge of his bed; I stood facing him.

"Let's get this off, now," he said, tugging at my dress.  I pulled
it up over my head and draped it over a chair, untied my shoes, and
stepped out of them,  standing before him in just my panties and
socks.  Father Ken put his hands on my hips and drew me closer,
leaning in to kiss my nipples.  I ran my hands through his hair,
tilting my head back and closing my eyes as he suckled my breasts. 
His hands roamed over my body, down my back and over my bottom and
thighs, a gentle touch despite his strong hands.  I felt him tugging
at my panties, slowly pulling them down my thighs.

"Very nice," he said, when he saw that I had shaved.

"I did it for you, Father," I said.  Actually, I did it for myself,
but he didn't need to know that.  We kissed again, and then I knelt
between his knees and he shrugged the bathrobe off of his shoulders,
letting it fall to the bed.  I gave his stiff member a gently kiss
on the tip.  There was a tiny drop of precum that made a slender
thread connecting my lips with his glans.  It didn't last long,
disappearing as I lowered my head into Father Ken's crotch and took
his cock in my mouth. 

Father Ken sighed and leaned back on the bed as I slowly began to
suck him, swirling my tongue over the underside of his shaft as my
lips engulfed his hardness.  I didn't want to make him come too
fast, knowing that something better was in the offing.  I just
wanted to wet his cock to make it easier to take him inside of me.

"Lay back, Father," I whispered.  His penis glistened with moisture
as he shifted lengthwise on the bed and laid down on his back.  The
tight cotton panties were still around my thighs, locking my legs
together, so I stepped out of them and climbed into bed, straddling
Father Ken's hips.  He looked up at me and smiled, slipping his
hands along my thighs as I reached down to guide him inside me.

I hadn't been properly fucked since that night with Michael a week 
earlier, so Father Ken's fat cock was a nice tight fit.  As I eased 
myself on to the priest's staff, I wondered about Michael and Sandi,
whether she'd left him or not, whether I'd ever see him again.  His
loft wasn't far from the shelter; perhaps I'd run into him someday.

All thoughts of Michael's lovely prick dissipated like a puff of
smoke as Father Ken's cock began to fill me.  An involuntary smile
crossed my face as his column of pleasure stuffed my sex.  I glanced
down between my legs and watched Father Ken's thick meat disappear
into my hungry hole, inch by inch until his coarse pubes tickled my
freshly shorn labia.  Looking up at his face, I could see he was
fascinated at the sight of his cock slowly sliding inside me.  I
leaned over his chest and kissed him.

"How does that feel, Father?"

"It's wonderful, Annie.  I've never..."

"Never?"

"Never.  Well, just..."

"Boys?"

"And other men," he said.  I was astonished that he'd never made
love to a girl before, that I was his first.  We really hadn't even
begun to fuck; I made up my mind to make this special for him,
something he'd never forget.  I began to ease off his cock, slowly,
carefully, until just the tip lingered inside me, and then I slid
back down on his stiff pole, engulfing him once more.

Father Ken held me by the hips until I took his hands and guided
them to my breasts.  He gently pinched my stiff nipples, flicking
them with his fingers.  I began to do the same to him, running my
hands over his chest and squeezing his pectorals.  Other than a bit
of flab, he was pretty well built, with strong arms and broad
shoulders, not as nice as Ramon's had been, but Father Ken didn't
spend all of his time on a fishing boat hauling nets and reeling in
drag lines. 

I began to slide up and down a bit faster, wiggling my hips a bit on
the down stroke, making his hardness stir my snatch with a circular
motion.  Father Ken's hips began to rise off of the bed to meet
mine, pressing his flesh even deeper within my cleft, making me gasp
with pleasure.  He moved his hands from my breasts down to my ass,
guiding me as I rose and fell on his rigid tool, urging me to pump
his manhood faster.  I leaned forward and rested my head on his
heaving chest, giving me a little more leverage with which to move
my hips. 

With my ear against his sternum, I could hear his heavy breathing,
his heartbeat, and the little grunts and gasps he'd make with each
thrust of his hips.  I could feel his hands spreading my cheeks
apart, dipping his fingers between them, teasing my nether hole as
we fucked.  I thought about how nice it would be to have someone
take me there, too, someone young and energetic like Billy, someone
who could give my bottom a brisk workout while I slowly slid up and
down Father Ken's fat tool.  Maybe some other time...

The pace of our thrusts increased as Father Ken wrapped his arms
around my body and began to pound me from below.  I grabbed his
shoulders as he held me in a bear hug; all I could do was move my
hips against his, up and down and side to side, corkscrewing them
the way Del's hips used to when we made love.  I clenched myself
around Father Ken's hard cock, feeling him respond with a twitch and
a spasm.  I heard him gasp loudly and he released me from his arms. 
He was getting close, very close. 

I sat upright again and began to bounce on his hard cock, using his 
fleshy thighs to rebound with every stroke, fucking him faster and 
faster.  He held my thighs, keeping me from bouncing too high and 
releasing him from the warm embrace of my sex.  The narrow bed went
from a rhythmic squeaking to an ominous groaning as we approached
its breaking point.  Father Ken didn't seem to care one bit; his
eyes were fixed on my jiggling breasts, bouncing with each stroke.

"Annie...I...I'm gonna..."

"Come.  Come for me," I urged him.  He needed no further
encouragement as he grabbed my bottom and pulled me down on his cock
for one last thrust.  I felt him swell and throb inside me, his
cockhead flaring as he began to spurt his sacred seed in my needy
greedy hole.  I missed the feeling of an erupting cock filling me
with cum, the warm feeling that I'd get when Ramon came inside me.

As Father Ken's cock began to soften inside me and begin to slip
out, I collapsed on his chest, wiggling my bottom to keep him in me.
 He held me in his arms, caressing my back and kissing the top of my
head. 

"Annie?  You didn't come, did you?" he whispered.

"No.  That's okay.  It felt wonderful anyway," I said.

"But...I want to..."

"Shhh.  Relax.  It's okay," I cooed.  His soft cock slipped out of
my messy snatch, and I felt his cum start to drip from between my
lips.  Suddenly, he rolled me over on my back, pinning me to the bed
as he kissed me.  As I was wondering what he was going to do next,
he began to slide down towards the foot of the bed, hoisting my legs
over his shoulders and ducking his head between them, going straight
for my sex. 

I'd had head from men and women, boys and girls, but getting eaten
by Father Ken was like nothing I'd ever experienced.  He was like a
hungry animal, greedily licking up his own semen from my dripping
hole, his rough tongue running over my clit, strong hands cupping my
ass and bringing my honeypot up to his mouth.  He was relentless,
tireless, drinking my nectar and his cream like a starving man.  The
tingling in my belly that had waned after he came was back with a
vengeance.  I closed my eyes and imagined that I was being ravished
by a wolf, a satyr, a bear, slobbering over my pussy to get it ready
for its feral penis.

As Father Ken's stiff tongue ravished my tender sex I began to come,
thighs quivering, hips shaking, an involuntary stiffening of my
limbs rendering me helpless in his bed.  I think I might have kicked
his back a couple of times with my heels, like a rider spurring on a
horse, but he didn't even seem to notice.  He just kept lashing me
with his tongue, sucking me with his lips, squeezing my bottom with
his hands until I couldn't take anymore.

"Father...Father...stop...Papi...enough..." I gasped.  He stopped
and looked up, seeing me red-faced and helpless in his bed, a
crimson flush spreading across my chest.  Letting my legs down from
his shoulders, he crawled back on top of me, his face moist with my
juices and his seed.  We kissed, sharing the taste of our
lovemaking, and then we lay together quietly, holding each other
close. 

"Wow," I said, once I had caught my breath.  What he lacked in
finesse, he more than made up for with raw energy.

"Was that okay?" Father Ken asked.

"Yeah, it was great," I replied.  This wasn't the time to critique
his technique.  I was happy that he'd finished me off.  Not too many
men would lick a cum-filled pussy, not even if it was their own
semen. 

I half expected Father Ken to fall asleep, like he had on previous 
evenings, but his hardening cock surprised me, pressing against my
thigh as his hands roamed over my body.  This time he was on top,
pinning me to the bed as he fucked me with a slow, steady pace.  He
lasted much longer this time, making me moan and thrash beneath his
pumping cock when I came.  After he filled my spasming cunny with
his sperm, he kissed me tenderly and rolled off of me, his heavy
eyelids closing as he drifted off to sleep.  He still hadn't told me
what the favor he mentioned earlier was all about, and I hadn't had
a chance to tell him that I had money left over from the $200 he'd
given me for the gynecological exam and the diaphragm, but I made a
mental note to talk to him about it the next day.

I blotted my dripping pussy with a towel and got dressed, checking 
myself with the bathroom mirror before leaving.  I looked like I'd
been fucked by a football team.  My hair was a tangled mess, my
thighs were sticky with semen, and I could feel a wet spot forming
in the crotch of my cotton panties.  I straightened myself up as
best as I could, giving the slumbering priest a kiss on his cheek
and leaving the tiny bedroom. 

My drink was still on his desk, where I'd left it.  I downed it
while I sat in his big leather chair, and then I opened his desk
drawer, taking out his bottle of pills, listening for the sound of
Father Ken's snoring before going any further.  I spilled a few out,
wrapping them in a tissue and stuffing the wad in the waistband of
my undies.  Right before I left, I poured some of his bourbon into
the half-empty can of Coke and took it with me.


                                  * * *


It was late and the shelter was quiet.  I tiptoed down the hall and 
knocked on the door to Billy's room.  He was sitting in bed, reading
a comic book.

"Hey, Annie," he said, putting aside "Spiderman".

"Hi, sweetie.  Ready for your surprise?"

"Yeah!" he said, smiling.

"Okay, meet me in my room in about ten minutes.  I've got to shower 
first."

"Shower?"

"Father Ken left me a gooey mess," I said.  "I really need one
badly." 

"Okay.  Ten minutes," he said.  I kissed his freckled forehead and 
squeezed his thigh.

"Want one of these?" I asked, reaching under my dress to pull the
wad of tissue holding the pills from the waistband of my panties.

"What are they?"

"Valium.  Tranquilizers.  I swiped them from Father Ken."

"You're bad," he laughed, holding out his hand.  I gave him one and
took another.  We washed them down with the can of bourbon and coke.

"Ten minutes, okay?"

"You bet."  I kissed him again and went upstairs to shower. 
Afterwards, I dried off, put on my new chemise, and pulled my lumpy
mattress off of the boxspring and on to the floor next to the bed. 
There would be no squeaky bedsprings tonight.  I sat on the mattress
and brushed my hair while I waited for Billy.

A few minutes later he knocked softly and I let him in.  He was
holding a wet towel, which he stuffed under the door, after which we
pried my window open and leaned on the sill while we smoked a joint
laced with hash.

"Let's save the rest for later," I said after we'd smoked half of
the joint.  "I don't want you falling asleep on me before I can give
you your surprise."

"C'mon.  Tell me what it is," he pleaded.

"It's a surprise," I whispered.  "You'll love it."  I sat down on
the boxspring and pulled him closer to me.  Billy leaned down and
kissed me on the lips, his tongue lightly brushing against mine, his
hands caressing my bare shoulders.

"You're turning into quite a kisser," I said, unbuttoning his shirt
and pulling the shirttails from his pants.  Then I unbuckled his
belt and unzipped his trousers, holding him steady as he stepped out
of them.  His hard cock strained against the front of his briefs,
popping out as I slowly pulled down his shorts.  When he was naked,
we lay down together on the mattress and began to kiss again, our
hands roaming over each other as we nibbled each other's lips.  As I
stroked his hard young boycock he fondled my breasts through the
slippery chocolate satin chemise.

"Ready, Billy?" I asked him, hiking the hem of my chemise up around
my waist.  I was already wet and he was as hard as he'd ever get;
foreplay wasn't really necessary.

"Yeah.  Ready for what?" he said, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Get between my legs," I whispered, lying back and gently pulling
him on top of me.  As I stroked his stiff dick and began to guide it
towards my sex, Billy suddenly realized what we were about to do.

"Wait, won't you get knocked up?" he asked.

"I've go protection," I said, rubbing the tip of his cock up and
down my labia.  "Surprise."

"Wow," was all Billy could say, as he finally realized that we were 
about to fuck.

"Start off slow," I whispered as I parted my nether lips with the
tip of Billy's penis.  Despite the shower, my cunny was still slick
with Father Ken's sperm.  Billy's hard boycock slid in easily.

"Slow, Billy.  Slow," I urged him.  I could tell he wanted to speed
up immediately from the tension in his hips and butt.  It was only
my firm grip on his bottom that kept him from jackhammering me with
his eager young tool.

"Feel good, baby?" I asked him.

"Yeah."

"Better than my mouth?"

"Yeah."

"Better than my ass?"

"Shit, yeah," he said.  "You're so wet and warm."

I didn't want to tell him that his stick was stirring up someone
else's cum, so I just kissed him on the lips.  Billy stretched out
on top of me, his chest against my satin-clad breasts, the top of
his shaft sawing against my clit.  I let go of his buns and began to
run my hands all over his smooth back.  Without my hands regulating
his pace, he began to thrust faster.

"Yeah...fuck...yeah...," I began to murmur.  I didn't think I'd come
again that night; Father Ken had already brought me off twice, once
with his tongue and once with his fat cock.  But my numb little clit
began to tingle from the friction of Billy's hard pecker brushing
against it every second or third stroke.  The tingling began to
spread as he pounded me faster.  I rocked my hips to meet his,
returning my hands to his firm little boy buns, feeling them tense
and relax as he pounded my pussy.

Suddenly Billy's body tensed up, and I could feel his boycock begin
to twitch inside me, releasing his seed to mingle with Father Ken's.
 I tightened myself around Billy's spasming shaft, trying to milk
more than a drop of his hot semen.  Billy let out a little gasp and
then relaxed on top of me, laying his head on my shoulder as I
caressed his smooth skin.  As we lay together on the mattress, I
kept clenching my muscle around his still-hard penis.

"Annie...," Billy said as he started to roll off of me.

"Shhh...stay inside me," I whispered.  We kissed, lightly nibbling
each other's lips, playing hide-and-seek with our tongues.  I pulled
my chemise off over my head, longing for some skin-to-skin contact,
feeling his hairless chest against my budding breasts.  Billy was
still hard, so I began to rock my hips slowly, bearing down on his
cock with each stroke.

We did it slower this time, and he lasted much longer, surprising me
when he made a palpable effort to keep from coming until I had,
closing his eyes and frowning every time he neared his climax.  I
wondered what he was thinking about.  Baseball?  Multiplication
tables?  Regardless, he managed to control himself wonderfully for a
boy his age.  Father Ken didn't have this degree of control.

Billy eventually came soon after I did, spurred on by the feeling of
my cunny spasming around his shaft as I convulsively climaxed.  This
time he softened inside me, slipping out as we lay together
afterwards.  He rolled off of me and we held each other, laying
side-by-side on the bare mattress.  As we began to cool off from our
lovemaking, I reached over to the bed and pulled the blankets down
on both of us. 

"Sleepy?" I asked him.  Billy nodded.  "We can't spend the whole
night together.  We might get caught."

"Yeah, you're right," he said.  He started to get up.

"Wait, stay just a few minutes longer," I said.  Billy smiled and
held me tighter, nestling his head against my little breasts.  I
began to wish that we could spend all night in this makeshift bed
and make love in the morning, but this just wasn't possible in the
shelter.  After a few more minutes of snuggling, we reluctantly got
up from our nest.  Billy helped me drag the mattress back on top of
the boxspring and got dressed.  We shared a long goodnight kiss and
then he left.  I pulled my chemise back on and got into bed, running
the events of the evening through my head before falling asleep.


                                  * * *


I had classes as usual the next day.  The boys in my class still
weren't talking to me, but the olive-skinned boy, the one who sort
of resembled Del, kept sneaking sidelong glances at me whenever
Sister Josephine wasn't looking.  I smiled back at him and he
blushed and looked away. 

I ran into Father Ken in the front hall after lunch.  He was just
coming back from somewhere, dressed in a heavy black coat, his nose
and cheeks pink from the frigid weather.

"Father Ken?  Could I speak with you for a second?" I asked him.  He
told me to follow him down to his office.  I took a seat across from
his desk while he hung up his coat and scarf.

"So, what's on your mind, Anne?" he said, settling down behind his
desk and pouring a mid-afternoon drink.

"Well, a couple of things.  I still have some money left over from 
yesterday, from what you gave me."

"How much?"

"A hundred," I replied.  He thought it over for a second.

"Tell you what, Anne.  Why don't you buy yourself something nice,
like a dress or a new winter coat, okay?"

"Thank you, Father."  I tried not to show my surprise.  Father Ken
was still holding the cash I'd taken from my foster father the night
I ran away.  I figured that he was keeping it so I wouldn't be able
to run away and buy a bus ticket to somewhere.  It was 1981 and $100
could practically buy a bus ticket to Los Angeles.

"You're welcome, Anne.  Anything else on your mind?"

"Well, last night you mentioned a favor, and I was wondering..."

"...what the favor is?"

"Yes, sir," I said, folding my hands in my lap.  Father Ken looked
at me for a moment and took a sip of his drink.

"Well, there's a colleague of mine, a Father Murphy.  We attended 
seminary together years ago."  Father Ken took another sip before 
continuing.

"He'd very much like to meet you, Anne".

"And...examine me?"

"Yes, Anne.  If you feel uncomfortable about this..."

"Can I think about it?" I asked him.

"Sure.  Take all the time you want," Father Ken said, smiling at me.
 He had that look of sincerity, the look that persuaded me to stay
with him at the shelter that first night.  "Come down here after
dinner and we can talk some more."

"Thank you, Father," I said.  We shared a quick kiss before I left
for my afternoon class.


                                  * * *


Later that night I was in Father Ken's bed, straddling his hips with
my thighs, sliding up and down on his hard cock, my head spinning
from Valium and bourbon.  He was underneath me, pushing his hips
against mine, his hands on my bottom, probing my crack with his
fingers.  I felt his thighs begin to tense and his cock start to
twitch, so I leaned forward, releasing all except the tip of his
penis from my hungry pussy, hoping to prolong our coupling.

"Father?" I whispered.  My face was but inches from his, my blond
hair spilling around his head.

"Yes, Anne?"  His hips moved upward slightly as he tried to push his
shaft inside me again.  I remained motionless.

"I'll do it," I said.  "Father Murphy, I mean."  I slowly began to
slide down his pole, feeling a growing tingling down there as he
filled me up. 

"That's wonderful, Anne.  Thank you."  He lifted his head off of the
pillow and kissed me as our hips ground together again.  My climax
began to bloom, and I lost my control, frantically humping his
hardness with my quivering hips.  Father Ken had my bottom in his
hands and was encouraging me to slam myself down against his cock. 
I was so lost in my own pleasure that I didn't even feel him come. 
He must have, however, because he roughly grabbed my bottom and kept
me from humping him any further.  Soon he was soft and slipping out
of me, and I could feel his warm semen begin to flow from my messy
slit. 

As I lay on top of Father Ken, listening to him breathe, a strange
mix of feelings flowed through me.  I felt vulnerable, yet safe. 
Needy, yet satisfied at the same time.  The man beneath me was
facilitating the most horrid of crimes, the sexual abuse of children
in his charge, yet I felt like I'd do anything he asked me to do.

When I had been in school back in Maine, there was a local scandal 
involving one of the high school's guidance counselors, who was seen
entering a motel room with one of the students, a seventeen-year-old
girl.  Until then, I had only the vaguest notion of the illegality
of what my stepfather and I had been doing, not to mention my
relationship with Julia.  I knew that these things were frowned
upon, and probably against the law, but when the counselor was found
guilty and sentenced to ten years in the state penitentiary, I
realized how serious the consequences would be should someone find
out about us. 

Father Ken's cum had dripped out of me, spilling over his cock and 
balls.  I crawled down the length of his body and licked him clean, 
hoping to make him hard again.  But he was asleep, lightly snoring
as he lay on the bed.  I kissed his cheek and got dressed, quietly
closing the door to his bedroom behind me.

It was quiet in the shelter.  As I walked upstairs, I thought about 
knocking on Billy's door.  His light was off, however, and I decided
not to wake him up.  My sad little Chris was asleep as well, so I
just went back to my room, grabbed my pot and a towel, and took a
hot bath, smoking some weed while the bathtub filled.


                                  * * *


The shelter's furnace broke the next day.  I woke up to a room as
cold as an icebox.  There was no hot water, either, and no gas for
cooking breakfast.  Father Ken walked us over to the cathedral,
where we all waited in the pews until a bus came to pick us up.  We
were driven over to a parochial school and served breakfast, and
then ushered into an auditorium, where we watched an old black &
white film about the Bible.  It was mind-numbing boredom.

By the time we were bused back to the shelter that evening,
everything had been fixed.  After I finished dinner, I headed
upstairs wanting nothing more than to smoke some pot and take a
bath, but I ran into Father Ken on the stairs.

"Tonight?" he said.

"Tonight?"

"Father Murphy wants to meet you tonight."

"Oh.  When?"  I'd nearly forgotten about the "favor".

"In an hour.  My office."  He glanced around to see if anyone was in
earshot.

"Okay.  In an hour," I said.

"Wear your school clothes," Father Ken said, giving my hand a
discreet squeeze before heading down the stairs.

I still had time for a bath and a smoke.  Afterwards, I put on my
plaid skirt and white blouse and headed downstairs to Father Ken's
office.  There was another priest with him, a man about his age,
with thick black hair streaked with silver and a florid face,
crimson cheeks and nose as if he'd just come in from the cold night.

"Anne, this is Father Murphy," Father Ken said, half-standing behind
his desk.

"Father Steve," the other priest said, extending his hand for a
shake. 

"Anne," I said, taking a seat next to him.  I crossed my legs and 
smoothed my skirt over my thigh.

"You're a very lovely girl," Father Steve said.  "Stand up and let
me take a look at you."

I stood up and moved closer to his chair.  He crossed and re-crossed
his legs, a visible bulge growing in his trousers.  I rested my hand
lightly on his knee, and he reached a trembling hand out to caress
my cheek. 

"Lovely," he murmured, taking a rather big sip of his drink.  He put
his glass down on the desk.

"Show Father Steve how you're growing, Anne," Father Ken said as he 
refilled his colleague's drink.  I smiled at him and began to
unbutton my blouse, slowly, lingering over the last button before
revealing my breasts.

"Yes...perfect...," Father Steve whispered, his shaking hand
hesitating before cupping my little buds.  "Perfect..."

"If you'd like some privacy...," Father Ken said, motioning towards
the bedroom.

"Yes, please.  Come, Anne," Father Steve said, standing up and
taking me by the hand, holding his drink in the other.  He closed
the door to Father Ken's tiny bedroom behind us, and took off his
jacket, draping it over the back of a chair.  Then he sat down on
the bed and motioned for me to come closer.

"Are you nervous, Anne?"  He held my hips, guiding me between his
knees, his gaze fixed on my bare breasts.

"No, Father," I said.  I was a little apprehensive, but I tried hard
not to show it.  I put my hands on his knees and felt him tug at my
skirt's zipper, slowly pulling it down.  He undid the button on the
side and the skirt fell around my ankles.  I stepped out of it and
kicked it aside, shrugging my blouse off of my shoulders.  Father
Steve reached out and ran his hands over my cotton panties, brushing
against my crotch with his fingers.  Then he tugged at them, and I
pulled them down so he could see me.  I had shaved what little hair
had grown back down there.  Father Steve just stared at my cunny,
like he was hypnotized.  I stood there for what seemed like hours
while he sat there with his eyes locked on my sex.

"Will you rub my tummy?" I asked him, realizing that I had to take
the initiative, or else we'd be here all night.

"Does your tummy hurt, Anne?" he asked, snapping out of his trance.

"A little.  Will you rub it for me?"

"Of course.  Lay down," he said, shifting his perch to the foot of
the bed.  I laid down on my back, my legs slightly spread.  Father
Steve began to gently caress my belly, his soft hands slowly moving
in a circular motion.

"That better?" he asked.

"Mmmm...it feels good," I cooed.  Father Steve's hand began to roam 
higher, edging towards my breasts.  I took his hand in mine and
placed it on my tit, moving it around so his palm brushed over my
stiff nipple.  He placed his other hand between my legs, cupping my
sex as he fondled my tits.  I spread my legs a bit wider.

"Will you lay with me?" I asked Father Steve.  He had that fixated 
expression on his face, and I felt like I had to keep making the
next move.  He looked at me and slowly withdrew his hands.  They
shook as he began to unbutton his shirt.

Slowly, methodically, he began to take off his clothes, carefully 
folding each item and placing them on the chair which held his
jacket.  He even folded his boxer shorts and black socks.  I got a
quick look at his body as he crawled into bed and shut the light; he
had a bit of a paunch, pale, spindly legs, and a hard but stubby
cock, as red as his nose.  I snuggled up against him and listened to
his breathing. 

"Father?"  There was no answer.  "Father?"

"Yes?" he said, his voice hoarse.

"Would you like me to make you feel good?"  I reached between us and
brushed my fingers against his cock.

"Yes," he whispered.  I gave his tool a gentle squeeze and kissed
him on the  lips, coaxing his tongue out to play with mine.  His
hand found my breast again, squeezing it just a little too hard.  I
took his shaking hand and guided it down to my bottom, where I
didn't mind a little roughness.  Father Steve's heart was racing as
I began to lick and kiss his nipples, working my way down his chest
and round belly in the darkness.

Now I was face-to-face with his cock.  I gave the tip a gentle kiss
as I explored him with my fingers.  He was short, really not that
much longer than Billy's, but his penis was thick, with a fat
mushroom head capping the stubby shaft.  I thought about Mr. Hubbard
for a moment; his cock was just like this one.  As I took the glans
into my warm mouth, Father Steve rolled on to his back and parted
his legs.  I curled up between them, feeling his warmth linger on
the sheets, and began to slowly suck him.

Father Steve's hips began to move, and he began to moan softly, his
hard cock sliding over my lips with each shaky thrust.  I cupped his
big balls and swirled my tongue over his fat cockhead, sucking him
as skillfully as I could.  I heard him gasp a few times, and his
cock twitched sporadically in my mouth, but he didn't come.  I
redoubled my effort, sucking him harder, faster, my head bobbing
between his thighs, but he still didn't come.  My jaw was starting
to ache.  I thought he'd have a hair trigger from the way he was
shaking. 

Finally, my neck began to cramp from the somewhat awkward position I
was in.  I released his cock from my mouth, making a wet slurping
sound, and sat up on the bed.  Father Steve looked down at me
expectantly, like he wanted something but he couldn't ask for it.  I
straddled his hips and he rocked his pelvis, pressing his glistening
cock against my sex.  I reached down and parted my lips with the tip
of his prick, wetting myself with the precum that oozed from his
penis.  As his glans entered me, I settled my hips down against his,
sliding my sex down his stubby shaft.

I began to ride him, slowly moving up and down on his pole.  Father 
Steve gazed up at me, breathing through his mouth, an ecstatic 
expression on his face.  I guided his hands up to my breasts, and he
flicked my pebbly nipples with his fingers, but again he began to 
squeeze my tits too hard, so I moved his clumsy hands down to my
bottom. 

I had been riding Father Steve's cock slowly, steadily, thinking
that he'd take his time before coming, but once his hands were on my
ass he pulled me against him and began frantically rocking his hips,
pumping my cunny with his stubby prick.  Suddenly, he tensed up, his
fingers digging into my flesh, and I felt him twitch inside me, the
heat of his semen spreading through my sex.  He clutched my bottom
until his cock stopped spasming and began to soften, then he relaxed
and let out a long sigh, releasing me from his grip.

I rolled off of him and began to snuggle against him, but he rolled
over on to his side and got out of bed, flicking the light on.  I
shielded my eyes with the pillow, blinded for a moment as Father
Steve picked my panties up off the floor and used them to clean off
his flaccid cock.  He dropped them on the bed when he was done and
proceeded to get dressed.  He didn't say a word.  He didn't even
look at me.  After he got dressed, he left the bedroom, leaving the
door half-open.  I heard the creak of Father Ken's leather chair.

I could hear Father Ken saying something, but I couldn't make out
the words.

"Yes, fine," Father Steve replied.  "Fifty?"  Father Ken said
something else, and I heard the rustling of paper.

"Next week?" Father Ken said.

"Yes, please," the other priest replied.

"Time for another drink?"  Father Ken asked his colleague.  Father
Steve declined, and left soon after.  As the office door closed,
Father Ken walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you all right, Annie?" he asked, gently touching my shoulder.

"Yes."

"Was he too rough?"

"A little."  I could still Father Steve's fingers on my bottom.

"Let me see," Father Ken said.  I rolled on my back and let him
examine me, let him part my legs to see the other priest's semen
oozing from my sex.  Father Ken touched me gently, softly, not like
Father Steve, his hands caressing my breasts, my hips, my thighs. 
Then I felt his warm breath on my sticky sex, and he kissed my
sloppy snatch, softly at first, then a little harder, scooping up
Father Ken's cum with his tongue.  He licked me carefully, cleaning
my little twat, and I ached to feel his tongue on my clit.  I moved
my hips slightly, wanting him to lick higher, to touch my swollen
button. 

I got my wish.  Father Ken's tongue began to work its way up to my
clit, bathing it, swirling over it, making me squeal with delight. 
I closed my eyes and tried to picture myself in bed with the two
priests, with Father Ken pounding my pussy from behind while I
sucked Father Steve's fat mushroom-headed prick, their two
glistening cocks assaulting me from both ends, filling me with
spurts of hot semen as they came simultaneously.  That's when I
began to come for real, my quivering thighs pressing against Father
Ken's shoulders while he lashed my clit with his tongue.  I had one
last mental image of the two priests filling my hungry holes before
my pleasure peaked.  I closed my eyes tight as I came, and I could
almost see the stars again. 

The feeling receded like an outgoing tide when Father Ken lifted his
mouth away from my cunny.  My eyes were still half-closed but I
could hear a rustling of clothes, the scrape of a belt buckle
against the floor.  Suddenly, Father Ken was on top of me, parting
my legs, lifting them over his shoulders, and stuffing his hard meat
inside my soaking pussy.  He filled me with his cock and began to
thrust. 

"Father...yes...do me...fuck me..."  My orgasm continued where it
left off, building to a higher peak as Father Ken pounded my pussy. 
His cock burrowed into me, reaching places that Father Steve's prick
couldn't touch, the fleshy ridge of his glans sweeping over that
sensitive spot inside me.  My toes curled as my pussy convulsed
around his veiny shaft, squeezing him, urging him to fill me with
his spunk.  "Come in me, Father.  Come for me.  Come..."

But Father Ken didn't come inside me.  He stayed in my pussy until
the last possible moment and then pulled out, jerking his cock with
short, quick strokes until he spurted his hot seed on my cleft and
belly, warm ropy jets of semen that pooled around my navel.  Then he
let my legs drop from my shoulders, got up from the bed, and walked
back into his office, leaving me alone in his bedroom.

I lay quietly in his bed, wondering what had just happened.  This
wasn't like him; he usually fell asleep after we did it.  I plucked
my panties off of the bed and used them to blot Father Ken's semen
from my belly and cunny.  I debated whether I should actually put
them on or not.  They were still wet from when Father Steve wiped
his cock off with them.  In the end I decided to put them on, as it
would have been awkward to run into someone in the hall while
carrying a pair of semen-soaked panties.  I dressed quickly and
walked into Father Ken's office. 

"Father Ken?"  He was seated behind his desk, pouring himself a
fresh drink, his bathrobe open.

"Yes, Anne?"  He answered without looking up.

"Would you hold me for a while?"

"Um...sure.  Come sit on my lap, Anne."  He took a sip of his drink
and patted his thighs.  I sat down on his lap and hooked my arm
around his neck, resting my head on his chest.  Father Ken put down
his drink and held me, gently rocking me back and forth in his
chair. 

I was just about to close my eyes when I saw $50 in cash on his
desk.  When I realized that this was the "fifty" that Father Ken and
Father Steve had discussed, I felt an icy ball forming in the pit of
my stomach.

Father Ken had just pimped me out to another priest.

"Father Steve was very much taken with you, Anne," he said, still 
rocking me in his arms.  "He'd like to see you again next week. 
Would you like that, Anne?"

"I guess," I said.  I felt a weird mix of conflicting emotions. 
Seeing the money laying there on the desk made me feel like I'd been
used.  I thought that sleeping with Father Steve was an act of
kindness, like the hand job I'd given old Father John, not a
commercial transaction. 

At the same time, my affection for Father Ken never wavered.  I'd do
anything for him, anything he wanted, even sleep with his clumsy 
colleague again.  I felt safe in his arms as he rocked me back and
forth like a baby, safe from the streets, safe from abusive foster
parents, angry whores, and mad girlfriends.

And there was a twist to all this: it felt exciting to know that
someone had paid to sleep with me.  Was there really any difference
between this and the time I sucked Billy's cock for a bag of pot? 
Or what about the things I did with Michael?  Wasn't that my way of
showing my gratitude for taking me in off of the streets and feeding
me?  If there was a difference, it was negligible.

I'd already crossed that line.  I was a whore.

"Get some sleep, Anne," Father Ken said.

"Okay.  Goodnight, Father."  I kissed him on the cheek, and the
warmth returned to his eyes.  He kissed me on the lips, just a
little peck, and then patted my bottom as I got up from his lap.  I
headed back upstairs to take a shower and go to sleep.

On my way back to my bedroom, I passed Chris's room and heard him 
sobbing again.  I stood outside his door, debating whether I should
go in or not.  I really needed to wash up; my belly felt sticky from
Father Ken's semen and my spermy panties were adhering to my bottom
and hips.  But hearing Chris's sobbing tugged at my heartstrings.  I
knocked softly on his door and entered his room.

Chris was lying on his bed, clutching his pillow, his face red and
tear- streaked, his moist eyes closed tightly.  I sat down on the
edge of his bed and gently stroked his hair.

"Mom?"

"It's Annie, Chris.  From across the hall."

"Mommmmm...," he wailed, casting aside the pillow.  "Hold me."

I took him in my arms and held him, gently rocking him back and
forth just as Father Ken had done for me only a few minutes earlier.
 I felt his chest heave with each sob, and his tears began to soak
through my blouse.  After a few minutes of holding him and
whispering soft reassurances, I tried to get up to leave, but he
held fast, reluctant to let go of me.

"Chris, I've got to wash up and go to sleep."

"Please stay, Annie.  Please?"

"I can't.  I've got to..."

"Please?"

"Chris..."

"Please?"  I couldn't say no.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?"

"Could I?"

"Yes.  Come..."  I got up from the bed and took his hand, leading
him across the hall to my room, where I dried his eyes with a towel.

"I've got to wash up first.  I'll be back in a few minutes," I said,
tucking him into my bed and kissing him on the forehead.  I took a
very quick shower, just rinsing off the residue of the evening's
encounter, and returned to my room.  Chris was still awake, laying
in my bed with the covers pulled up to his chin, watching intently
as I finished drying myself off and slipped on my satin chemise.  I
climbed into bed and he snuggled up against me, holding me with his
skinny arms. 

"Thank you, Annie," he whispered.

"Sleep well, baby," I said, turning out the light next to the bed.

"Annie?"

"Yes?"

"Will you be my mommy?"

What do you say to something like that?  A tear began to form in the
corner of my eye as I searched my heart for the right words.

"Chris, honey, I can't be your mommy.  I'm only fourteen and you're,
what, eleven?"

"Ten."

"All the same, I'm too young to be your mom, honey."

"Couldn't you be my pretend mommy?  I'll be a good boy for you.  I 
promise.  I will."  Chris looked to be on the verge of tears again. 
I held him, held him tightly, wrapping my arms around his skinny
little body and hugging him.

"Okay, baby.  I'll be your 'pretend' mommy.  Shhhhh..."  I began
rocking him in my arms again, kissing the salty tears from his
cheek.  Chris sighed contentedly and I could feel the tension in his
chest begin to melt away.

"Thank you, Mommy."

"Good night, baby," I whispered.  Chris nestled his head on my
shoulder and closed his eyes.  For the first time I could recall, he
smiled. 


                                  * * *

That night I dreamed that I was in the cathedral, lying naked on the
red-carpeted altar.  Father Ken stood over me in a purple and white 
cassock, sprinkling some sort of liquid on me from a silver chalice,
a sticky white fluid that pooled on my belly.  The boys from the
shelter were all there, dressed as altar boys in white robes trimmed
with gold fringe.  Father Steve was there as well, holding a silver
plate with a pile of little round wafers on it.  He knelt next to me
and placed a wafer between my labia, all the while murmuring
something in Latin. 

Then the boys, lined up in order of height, walked over to where I
was laying.  Chris was the first in line, his rosy cheeks free of
tears, his unruly mop of blond hair neatly combed away from his cute
face.  He knelt between my legs and bent down, pulling the wafer
from my lips with his teeth before standing up and taking a seat in
the front row of pews.  Father Steve, still kneeling next to me,
replaced the wafer with a fresh one.  The edges were rough and felt
scratchy against my clit as he slipped it into my pussy, leaving
just enough exposed so that the next boy could grab it with his
teeth, just like Chris had done. 

When all of the boys had partaken of their wafers, Father Ken
loosened his cassock.  He was naked underneath, and his cock looked
bigger than ever.  He knelt between my legs and entered me.  Then
Father Steve slipped a cushion behind my neck, tilting my head back.
 I could see that his cassock was open as well, revealing his stubby
cock and pendulous balls.  I knew my part in this ritual, as if it
had been rehearsed many times, and I opened my mouth to accept his
penis. 

As the two priests began to fill me with their hard meat, the boys,
now naked, filed up from their pew and surrounded us, reaching for
my body with their hands, guiding my own hands to their eager young
cocks.  A couple of the younger boys squirmed to the center of the
circle and began rubbing their stiff peckers on my thighs, humping
me while Father Ken and Father Steve took their pleasure in my mouth
and pussy.  The two priests looked upon their young charges with
smiles of approval. 

Suddenly I was awake.  It was still dark outside.  Images from my
dream began to fray like an old sweater, but something lingered,
something real, the feeling of something rubbing me through the
slippery satin of the chemise.  Chris, who was still asleep, had his
legs wrapped around my thigh.  His jockey shorts had slipped down
around his knees and he was unconsciously humping my thigh with his
little stiffy.  I wondered if he was having the same dream as mine. 
I gently rolled him on his back.

"Wha...where...Mom?" he murmured, still half-asleep.

"Shhhh...go to sleep, baby," I whispered, kissing his button nose.

"Mom?"

"Shhhh..."  I lightly kissed his lips, his chin, his chest.  The
dream had left me pretty horny, and I briefly thought about sucking
Chris's hard little boycock, but decided not to.  I didn't want to
wake him up.  He looked like a sleepy little angel in my bed.  I
gently laid my arm across his chest and went back to sleep with my
head resting on his shoulder.

 
                                  * * * 
 

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