Message-ID: <40741asstr$1044591004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: sequencer.newscene.com!not-for-mail From: anais ninja X-Original-Message-ID: User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.7 38998 h171UEYs041284 mailbox1.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 6 Feb 2003 19:30:13 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} Exile - Chapter Six - Brothers in Arms (Mf mmf bf teen oral anal drugs) Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2003 23:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate 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 Six - Brothers in Arms (Mf mmf bf teen oral anal drugs) The next morning I hustled Chris out of my room and back to his own before anyone could notice that we had spent the night together, giving him a quick hug and a kiss before getting dressed. He looked happy, well-rested, at peace for once, and when I came down for breakfast, he had saved a seat for me. The other boys in the dining room noticed us sitting together. I thought I caught Billy looking sort of annoyed, but he quickly turned his head. In class that morning, the olive-skinned boy passed me a small, tightly folded slip of paper. I palmed the note, slipping it into my notebook, not unfolding it until Sister Josephine left the room to take a phone call. "Meet me outside after lunch," the note read. It was signed "Manny". I looked over at him and nodded, getting a sly smile in return. I ate my lunch quickly and went up to my room to get my coat. On my way down, I ran into Billy on the stairs. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Just out for a walk before class," I said. "Oh. Okay." It was freezing outside, and I could tell he wanted to ask if he could come along, but the frigid weather was making him think twice about it. "Hey, let's get together before dinner and get stoned, okay?" I said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He nodded eagerly and headed off to wherever he was going. Manny was waiting a few doors down from the shelter, sitting on the steps of a brownstone, smoking a cigarette. When he saw me coming, he flicked his smoke into the gutter, where it rolled under a car, leaving a plume of orange sparks. "So what's up?" I asked him. "Wanna get high?" he said. "Yeah, sure." "Cool. I know a place..." "...around the corner?" "Yeah. Howdja know?" "I've been there before. With Billy." "Billy? That little peckerhead?" he sneered. "Hey, he's a good kid." "Yah, whatever you say," Manny said. We walked around the block to the abandoned building and into the nook under the stairs, where he pulled a fat joint from his pocket and lit it up, taking a big hit and passing it to me. The weed tasted dirty, moldy, but after a few drags I was pretty wasted. Manny lit a cigarette afterwards, offering one to me, which I declined. "I can get you pot if you want," he said. "No thanks," I replied. I still had most of the bag that Billy had gotten for me. "How about pills? Coke? Smack?" "Coke?" "Yeah, good stuff. Ain't been stepped on," Manny said. "That sounds good," I said. I remembered the parties that Brad's parents had at their house, where I had my first taste of cocaine. That couple, Rob and Laura, snorting lines from between my breasts, Kathy and Candy, Candy's deep blue eyes. It seemed like ages ago. "Let's head back. I'll hook up with you after dinner, 'kay?" "Cool." The full effect of the pot didn't hit me until I was out of the cold winter air and back in class. I struggled to pay attention to Sister Josephine as she went over the results of a math quiz we had taken the day before. Afterwards, I was famished, and I persuaded Sister Bernice to make me a peanut butter sandwich. Billy was waiting for me outside my room, looking sort of glum as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall. I helped him to his feet and he fetched a wet towel from the bathroom, wedging it into the gap under my door. He had a little metal pipe with him, so we didn't need to smoke from the makeshift cardboard and foil contraption. We were lying in bed after smoking a couple of bowls. Billy was unusually quiet, just staring at my ceiling. "What's the matter?" I asked him. "You went with Manny after lunch?" he said. "Yeah. He's sort of cute." He did sort of remind me of Del, the same big brown eyes and thick black hair, the same skin tone, the same lanky build. He could have been one of Del's cousins. "Oh," Billy said, his eyes still on the peeling plaster ceiling. "You're jealous?" "No." "Tell me." "No." "Billy! Don't be like this," I pleaded, gently cupping his cheek and turning his head so I could kiss him. "I don't want to share you, Annie," he said softly. A tear formed in the corner of his eye and rolled down his freckled cheek. "Oh, Billy," I said, kissing the tear from his face. "I love you," he said, his eyes glistening. "I love you, too. But you're already sharing me, Billy." I told him about Father Ken, and Father Steve, and even about Sister Katherine and how old Father John walked in on us while we were lying in this very bed. Billy listened quietly, taking it all in. "You'll always be my special little brother, Billy. Always." "Don't leave me, Annie," he said, rolling over and hugging me. I held him, kissing away his tears, rocking him in my arms just as I had comforted little Chris the night before. We held each other until it was time to go downstairs for dinner. I was sitting in bed, writing in my journal that evening, when there was a knock at my door. It was Manny, still wearing his coat, still shivering from the icy winter weather. "I had to go all the way to Dorchester for this," he said, taking off his coat and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Good stuff." He pulled a little glassine envelope from his pocket, half-filled with a lumpy white powder. Spilling some out on the cover of one of my textbooks, he sorted it into four lines with a matchbook cover and then reached into his pocket for a dollar bill, which he rolled into a tight tube. "Go ahead," he said, handing me the rolled bill. I held my hair back with one hand and snorted one of the lines. Unlike the coke I'd had at the party, this stung my sinuses. My eyes watered, and I felt a numbness in the back of my throat, but that feeling of euphoria made it all worthwhile. I snorted another line and then it was Manny's turn. After he inhaled his pair, he pulled a joint from his pack of cigarettes. "Wait, let me get a towel for the door," I said. I picked up the case containing my diaphragm and jelly from my dresser and headed across the hall to the bathroom. Manny was lighting the joint just as I returned. I stuffed the wet towel under the door and opened the window a few inches. We sat side-by-side on the bed, passing the joint back and forth until half of it was gone. Manny put the half-joint on the table next to the bed and was about to pull out a smoke when he changed his mind. He turned, leaned over, and kissed me on the lips, squeezing my breast with his hand. "Hey, not so hard," I protested. "Sorry," he said, his touch getting lighter. We kissed again, softly this time, our lips slowly parting until our tongues gently touched. I ran my hand over his chest and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, slipping my hand inside to feel his lean, muscular build. "Lay back," I whispered. Manny kicked off his shoes and swung his legs on to the bed. I reclined next to him, opening his shirt and kissing his chest while he fumbled with his trousers. By the time my lips were on his taut stomach, he had his pants open and was pushing them down around his thighs. Manny's cock was big, almost man-sized, more like Ramon's thick tool than Del's in length and girth, even though he hardly had any pubic hair, just a fine black fuzz. He twitched when I touched it, and again when my lips made contact. He sighed and said something in Spanish as I swirled my tongue over the tip and cupped his balls with my hand. "Oh, yeah...suck it...suck it, baby..." he moaned. I bathed his shaft with my tongue, sinking my lips lower and lower on his hardness before moving back up his cock and licking the tip. Then I did it again, a bit faster this time, looking up while I sucked him to see the ecstatic expression on his face. I could taste the precum oozing from his penis. I knew he wouldn't last long. "Ungh...yes...here it comes...," he gasped, his thighs tensing up as his cock twitched in my mouth. He began to spasm, thick jets of semen pouring from his tool and filling my mouth. I tightened my lips around his shaft, trying not to let any of his cum escape before I could swallow. It seemed like he'd never stop coming. I had to loosen my lips in order to gulp down the mouthful of cum he'd given me, and a little bit of semen dripped down his softening cock. I licked it clean after I swallowed his hot load, and gave the tip of his dick a gentle kiss. "Where'd you learn that?" he asked, opening his eyes. "I used to suck my papi," I said, scooting up on the bed to lie next to him. "Your papi? You a latina? No way. No fuckin' way," he laughed. There weren't many Hispanic girls with blonde hair and fair skin like mine. "He was my stepfather, from Cuba. He married my mother when I was like nine." I told him about my stepbrothers, how we moved to Maine from Florida after my mother died. Manny listened quietly, his arm around me as I lay my head on his chest. "Wow, I'm sorry," he said. "You must miss them." "Yeah, I do. Del would be just about your age now." As the effects of the cocaine wore off, I began to feel depressed. "Hey, hey, don't start crying on me, baby," Manny whispered. "Let's do another line or two, okay?" "Okay." While Manny cut some more lines, I took off my clothes and got under the covers, watching as he carefully formed the powder into lines and re-rolled the dollar bill. That temporary feeling of exhilaration was back, along with my horniness. We finished off the joint we smoked earlier, and then Manny took off the rest of his clothes and joined me under the blanket. I reached between his legs, feeling his penis harden in my hand. "I gotta get a rubber," he said. "Don't worry. I'm wearing a diaphragm." "A dia-what?" "Nevermind. I'm protected," I said, pulling him on top of me and guiding his now-hard cock inside me. As his shaft slowly filled me, our lips met, and we kissed. I thought I was kissing Del for a second until I blinked my eyes and saw Manny again. He fucked me nice and slow, the muscles in his back tensing and relaxing as his hips drove his penis in and out of my hungry sex. I wrapped my arms and legs around his pumping body, pushing my hips against his with each thrust, hoping that each successive stroke would make his cock push deeper and deeper inside me. "Damn, you gotta sweet pussy, girl," Manny whispered. "Nice, tight little pussy." There was something exciting about the way he talked dirty. "Fuck me, Manny. Fuck me nice and hard," I moaned. It felt good to talk dirty back to him. He must have liked it too, because his hips began to move with more force, making his hard shaft grind against my swollen clit. Between the coke, the pot, the dirty talk, and Manny's stiff prick in my pussy, I felt the first waves of an orgasmic tsunami building up in my lower abdomen, spreading up my belly and down my thighs. Manny buried his face in my neck as he rocked his hips faster, his arms wrapped around the small of my back, his thick cock pistoning in and out of my sex. He'd been here before, unlike Billy and Father Ken, and it showed. He knew how to please a girl. He knew what I wanted, he knew how to make me come. And come I did, a blinding orgasm that stiffened my limbs, making my toes curl, making me dig my fingers into the muscles on Manny's back. I moaned, screamed, cried like a murder victim, thrashing around on the bed beneath him, shaking my head back and forth, arching my back and grinding my hips against his. The bed protested our vigorous coupling, sending forth a symphony of squeaks and groans, but I was way past the point of caring about it. It was a cathartic climax, bringing tears to my eyes as pent-up emotions from the past few days poured out of me, leaving me spent, exhausted. I looked up at Manny and he smiled back at me, his hips slowing down but for one, two, three last hard thrusts. And then he came. The flow of semen from his throbbing cock was so long, hot, intense, that at first I thought he was emptying his bladder inside me. I tightened myself around his shaft, trying to milk the last few drops from his beautiful prick. This surprised him, making him smile and kiss me as his thrusting slowed and stopped. Then he saw my tears, and his smile faded. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Annie?" "I'm okay," I whispered, my voice hoarse from my climax. "Manuelito..." I reached up and caressed his face. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and I wiped them away with my hand. "Did I hurt you?" "No, no, no. That was wonderful. It was just what I needed." "You sure?" "I'm sure," I said, hooking my arm around Manny's neck and bringing his lips to mine. His hips were still moving, just a bit, and even though his cock was beginning to soften it was still triggering little orgasmic aftershocks, making me gasp and draw my breath. Finally, he slipped out of me and rolled over on to his side. I snuggled against his chest as he kissed my neck and shoulder. "My mother called me that," he said. "What?" "Manuelito." "Oh. Where is she now?" "She died last year," he said with a flat tone of voice. "I'm sorry," I said, caressing his face and softly kissing his lips. "I miss her," he said. "I know." "I gotta go," Manny said, sitting up in my bed and turning his back to me. "Stay. Just a few minutes more. Please?" I reached for his shoulder, gently tugging him, hoping that he would lay here with me, hold me, kiss me. "No. I gotta go," he repeated. As he climbed out of bed I spotted the trail of a tear on his cheek. "Manny?" "What?" "Kiss me." Reluctantly, he turned and leaned over to press his lips against mine. It was a quick kiss. I don't think he wanted me to see his tears. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze as he broke off our kiss. "Thank you," I whispered. A smile began to form on his face. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and got dressed quickly. And then he was gone. I was still feeling wired from the coke, thoughts and images running through my mind a mile a minute. For a brief moment I thought I could smell Del's scent, sweet sweat with a hint of cumin and that gooey stuff he sometimes put in his hair, but it passed as quickly as it had come. I wondered if it was a hallucination; I wondered if it was possible to hallucinate a smell. It was late and I needed to go to sleep if I was going to be able to function in class the next day. I still had a couple of Valium left, so I took one, swallowing it dry. While I was waiting for the pill to take effect, I stuffed the damp towel back under the door and smoked what was left of the joint Manny had brought. Despite all of this, I was still wide awake and feeling especially lonely in my bed. I decided to throw caution to the wind. Slipping on my chemise, I went out into the hall and down a flight of stairs to Billy's room. The light was off and there was no answer when I knocked. I slowly opened the door, trying not to make too much noise. Billy was in bed, fast asleep, his blankets bunched up around his waist. The bed creaked as I climbed in, and Billy stirred, murmuring something unintelligible, but he didn't wake up. I snuggled up against his slumbering form and fell asleep. * * * Billy was still asleep when I woke up. The blankets had been pushed to the foot of the bed. He was lying on his back, a morning erection pitching a tent in his briefs. I reached into his shorts, gently fondling his hard boycock and fishing it out. Leaning over his sleeping form, I lowered my head between his thighs and parted my lips, taking his firm little penis in my mouth and softly sucking him. "Mmmm...Annie...good...," he moaned. I looked up at him; his eyes were still closed and his breathing was slow and steady. He was still asleep, dreaming, dreaming about me. I continued sucking and licking his erection, pausing each time he stirred, careful not to disturb his dream. I fished his hairless balls out from his briefs and licked them as well, running my tongue along the seam of flesh that separated his little olive-sized nuts. As I ran my tongue up his shaft and took his penis back in my mouth, he stirred again, coughed, and opened his eyes. "Annie...what...?" The look on his face was priceless, like a boy whose dream came true, seeing the bicycle he always wanted under the Christmas tree. "Shhh...lie back, Billy," I whispered. Now that he was awake, I could put a little more energy into my sucking. I pulled his briefs down around his thighs and gobbled his little cock, gently squeezing his balls as I greedily sucked and licked his tool. He leaned back on the bed, breathing heavily through his mouth, his hands gripping the worn sheets that covered his mattress. My head bobbed above his thighs, engulfing and releasing his glistening boycock with my mouth. Billy's hips began to jerk spasmodically and then he came, a few drops of semen spurting from the tip of his stiff pecker. I swallowed my morning meal and licked the remnants from his softening cock, giving the tip a gentle kiss when I was done. "Annie...that was..." Billy seemed to be at a loss for words. I pulled his shorts back up and patted the little bulge between his legs, sliding up the bed to give him a gentle hug. "I used to love waking up my brothers like this," I said, kissing his forehead. "They must have liked that a lot," Billy said, leaning his head against my shoulder. "Annie, I gotta..." "Yeah, I know. Go pee. I'll see you downstairs as breakfast in a few." "Thanks, Annie," he said. He seemed reluctant to kiss me on the lips, afraid that he'd taste his own cum, but he did anyway. I gave his bottom a playful slap as he climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. At breakfast I sat between Manny and Billy, who kept giving each other dirty looks between bites of scrambled egg and toast. That morning in class, while Sister Josephine was out of the room, Manny leaned over and whispered in my ear. "What's up with Billy?" "He's a bit jealous," I said. "Why? You fuckin' him, too?" "Yeah. You got a problem with that?" I said. Manny looked stunned. He was about to say something when Sister Josephine returned to the classroom. For the remainder of the morning, he kept shooting me sidelong glances. I couldn't read his expression. When class broke for lunch, our conversation continued. "You're surprised?" I asked Manny. We were alone in an upstairs hallway. "Well...I...I don't know," he said. "You think I'm a slut?" "No, well...I..." "Manny, you don't know the half of it," I said. I tugged at his belt, pulling him closer as I backed against the wall. He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me, pressing his body against mine. I could feel him harden inside his trousers, like a bar of iron pressing against my thigh. I would have loved to drag him up to my room and put that erection to good use, but the sound of someone walking up the stairs put an end to our brief encounter. "We'll talk some more later," I said, giving him a quick kiss. He smiled briefly and headed down the hall. I was about to head downstairs to class when Father Ken stopped me in the front hall. "Got a minute, Anne?" he said. I followed him to his office. "Yes, Father?" I said, taking a seat across from his desk. "Has Father John been coming into your room at night?" "No, Father. Not since last week," I said. "Good, good," he said. "I have another favor to ask you." "Yes, Father?" "Well, Father John is going to enter a convalescent home later this week, a facility in New Mexico that's dedicated to caring for elderly members of the clergy." When Father Ken said the word "members", I had a brief mental image of a nurse in a starched white uniform efficiently stroking the old priest's veiny cock. "I'd like to send him off in a special way, and I was hoping that you could help me in this regard," he continued. "How?" "I'd like you to be 'Tommy' one last time for him. I've got some clothes that you can wear, and if you tied your hair back..." "Why me? I mean, why a girl? Couldn't one of the boys...?" "None of them know him very well, and I'm afraid that his condition, his mental condition might be a bit frightening to them," Father Ken said. "Would you do this for me?" I thought about it for a moment and nodded. "Wonderful," Father Ken said, beaming. "I've already taken the liberty of excusing you from afternoon class. Father John should be here within the hour. Here are the clothes I'd like you to wear." He handed me a neatly folded stack of clothes; dark blue slacks, a clean white shirt, a clip-on tie, a pair of oxford shoes, a new t-shirt, and a fresh pair of jockey shorts. I was just getting up to leave when Father Ken cleared his throat. "One last thing, Anne," he said, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out a white plastic tube. I thought it was toothpaste at first until he handed it to me. It was lubricating jelly. I took it from him without a word and headed to my room to get dressed. It was a good thing that the tie was a clip-on; I had no idea how to tie a real one. After I'd gotten dressed in the boys' clothes Father Ken gave me and tied my hair back with a rubber band, I went across the hall to the bathroom, checking myself in the mirror. Except for my short ponytail, I could have passed for a boy. A pretty boy with delicate features, but a boy nonetheless. I was about to head back down to Father Ken's office when I remembered the lubricant he gave me. Back in my room, I bent over the edge of the bed, trousers and jockeys around my knees, and applied a dollop of cold lube to my bottom. I wondered if it would be enough. Reaching under my bed into my hiding place in the corner of the boxspring, I pulled out the little vibrator I'd bought at the adult bookstore. I applied a liberal amount of lube and pressed the tip against my nether hole, twisting it a few times until it entered me back there, spreading the warming lube deep inside my ass. I pushed it in and pulled it back out, trying to relax and prepare myself for the old priest's cock. When I was nice and slippery, I wiped the vibrator off with a tissue and returned it to its hiding place under the bed. I got up, pulled my shorts and trousers up, straightened my clothes, and headed downstairs. Father Ken was seated behind his desk, sipping a drink. "He's in my bedroom," he said. "What if he wants to touch...touch my penis?" I asked him, remembering that night when Father John reached under my blanket for something that wasn't there. "Hmmm...," Father Ken said, scratching his chin while he thought it over. "Here, stuff some of this in your shorts." He passed me a box of tissues. I wadded up a bunch of them into an oblong shape and stuffed it down into my shorts, adjusting the little bulge into something resembling the real thing. I sometimes wondered what it was like to have a cock and balls hanging between my legs. It felt weird. Father John was lying in Father Ken's bed. The lights were off, but a dull winter grayness lit the room. The old priest was lying on his back, stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, black socks held up with garters on his legs. "Tommy?" he rasped, his breathing somewhat labored. "I'm here, Father." I stood at the foot of the bed, and he squinted, trying to make out my face with his fading eyesight. "Lay with me, Tommy. Take off your Sunday clothes and lay with me," he said, patting the bed. I unclipped the tie, unbuttoned the shirt, unbuckled my trousers, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of the pants. Wearing just a t-shirt and the artificially bulging jockey shorts, I climbed into bed and lay down next to Father John. He put his arm around me, guiding my hand to a spot between his legs. I slipped my fingers inside his boxers and began to stroke his hardening cock. "That's good, Tommy. Good boy," he whispered. He gently rubbed my back, working lower and lower until he was cupping my bottom, squeezing my ass. I fondled his penis, pulling it out of his shorts, sliding the foreskin over his shaft. When he was fully erect, I doubled over and laid my head on his lower belly, parting my lips to take him in my mouth. A thin drop of precum formed on the tip of his cock as I sucked him. "Good, Tommy...very good..." He sounded distant, lost in the dark forest of memory and longing. His hips moved ever so slightly, responding to the touch of my lips, the caress of my tongue on his veiny shaft. "Roll over, Tommy," he said, sitting up. "Let me see your bottom." I pulled him from my mouth and did as I was told, laying on my belly next to him. I heard a rustle of clothing and the snap of elastic as Father John slipped off his boxers. Then I felt his hands tugging at my jockey shorts, pulling them down over my ass just to the top of my thighs. He straddled my legs and pressed the moist tip of his cock against my crack. "I won't hurt you, Tommy. I won't hurt you," he said as he spread my cheeks apart and pushed his cock into my ass. It did hurt, though, but I just clutched the pillow and bit my lip to keep from crying out. He entered me slowly and started thrusting even before he was fully inside. The bed began to creak and I wondered if Father Ken was listening. No doubt he was sipping his drink and stroking himself while the old priest buggered me. "Such a good boy...such a nice boy...," Father John kept repeating as he slowly pumped my sore bottom. "Good boy...nice boy..." A moment later, he grunted and buried his cock to the hilt, his wiry pubic hair tickling my bottom. I felt his veiny tool spasm inside me as he came. Almost immediately, he rolled off of me and on to his back, his breathing heavy and labored. And then he was asleep. I watched him for a few minutes and then crept out of bed, pulling up my shorts and gathering my clothes from the floor. I took one last look at him and left the bedroom. "Anne? How did it go?" Father Ken asked. His cock wasn't out like I thought it would be, but there was a prominent bulge in his trousers. Of course, he was sipping from a glass of bourbon. "Okay, I guess. It sort of hurt," I said. "Come here. I want to make sure you're all right," he said. I put the clothes on his desk and walked over to where he was sitting. Father Ken turned me around so that I was facing his desk and pulled down the jockey shorts. The tissue paper penis fell out on to the floor. "Bend over," he commanded. I leaned over his desk as he gently spread my cheeks. I felt his breath on my bottom and then something warm and wet, his tongue. He began to lick the mixture of thin semen and lubricant that was leaking from my ass. "Father...ungh...," I moaned as he began to finger my pussy and probe my nether hole with his tongue. Despite my soreness, I was wet and horny. I wanted Father Ken to fuck me. Pussy, ass, mouth, I didn't care. I wanted him to use me, use me for his pleasure, fill me with his seed. He chose my ass. As I stood bent over his desk, I heard his belt buckle clink, the vrrrrp of a zipper, the sound of clothes rustling. Father Ken teased my asshole with the tip of his cock and slowly began to slide it in me, an inch at a time. I flinched and tensed up when the base of his cock opened my ass a bit wider. He must have noticed this because he withdrew slightly and then began to fuck my bottom with slow, shallow, steady strokes. I grabbed the far edge of his desk and let him take his pleasure in my sore little ass. Father Ken must have been stroking himself while I was in bed with Father John because he didn't last very long, about a dozen thrusts at most. Like the old priest, he grunted when he came, his cock spasming as he filled my bottom with his cum. After he pulled out of me, he blotted the messy mixture of sperm and lube that leaked from my ass with a tissue and pulled my briefs back up. I straightened up and he pulled me on to his lap, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me on the cheek. "That was a fine, fine thing you did for Father John," he said. "Yes, Father." "Does it still hurt?" "A little, Father." "Here, take a few of these," he said, reaching into a desk drawer for a bottle of pills. He uncapped the vial and poured a few into my hand. "What are they?" I asked. They didn't look like Valium. "Dilaudid. A painkiller. Just take one for now. It'll make you feel better," he said. I put one in my mouth and washed it down with some of his bourbon, wrapping the rest in a wad of Kleenex. "Thank you, Father." "Now, go back to your room before class lets out, okay?" "Yes, Father." I stood up from his lap and got dressed. As I was leaving, I saw Father Ken heading into his bedroom to check on the elderly priest. I left his office and headed upstairs to my room. * * * I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, smoking pot from the makeshift pipe while waiting for the tub to fill when the Dilaudid began to kick in. It was almost as if I was already in the bath, as a warm feeling began to spread through my body. The soreness in my ass was gone, and my legs felt rubbery. I put the pipe away under the tub and got undressed, slipping into the warm water and closing my eyes. I had trouble forming a coherent train of thought, but I didn't care. I felt like I'd found the perfect drug. A whole seminary of priests could fuck me in the ass but I didn't care. As long as I could feel like this afterwards. I stayed in the bath until the water turned tepid. There were footsteps in the hallway outside; classes must have just let out. Someone knocked on the door, and just as I was about to say something the door opened; I hadn't bothered to jam the door closed. It was one of the boys, a dark- haired twelve-year-old holding a towel and a bar of soap. "Oh, sorry," the boy said, his voice sounding distant, even though he was only a few feet away. I wanted to invite him into the bath with me, but he was gone as quickly as he had appeared. As soon as the door closed, I decided that it was time to get out of the bath. I unstopped the drain and exited the tub, my legs still feeling like rubber. I thought about the Gumby doll I had when I was younger, and I began to giggle, half-expecting to look in the mirror and see green rubbery skin and an angled head. Back in my room, I put on a pair of panties and stretched out in bed, enjoying the effects of the painkiller. I dipped my hand in my undies and began to toy with my pussy, but my clit felt like it belonged to someone else. Besides, I didn't have the energy to bring myself off. Wrapping my blanket around me, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. A persistent knocking on my door woke me up. It took me a minute to get my bearings. The Dilaudid had all but worn off, and the soreness in my bottom was back. The blanket had fallen off of me while I slept, and I wrapped it around me again. "Come in," I called out. The door opened. It was Manny and Billy. The younger boy was holding a plastic-wrapped ham sandwich and a can of soda. Manny closed the door behind him. "You weren't in class this afternoon and we didn't see you at dinner," he said. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. Just a little tired is all," I said, sitting up in bed. "I brought you something to eat," Billy said, offering the sandwich and the soda. "Thanks, Billy. That's sweet of you," I said. I was ravenously hungry and unwrapped the sandwich, devouring half of it immediately. "I wanted to wake you for dinner, but Father Ken told me not to," he said. "Let's go, Billy," Manny said. "Let Annie rest." "No, I'm fine. Stay. I could use some company," I said. Billy sat on the bed with me while Manny sat cross-legged on the floor, quietly watching me eat the rest of the sandwich. As I popped open the can of soda and took a swig, Manny pulled a glassine envelope from within his pack of cigarettes. "Wanna do some lines?" he asked. "Sure," I said. Manny poured some of the contents of the envelope on the cover of one of my textbooks and began to form four lines with a matchbook cover. "What about Billy?" I asked him. Four wasn't divisible by three. There were three of us here. "What about Billy?" Manny said. "Billy? Would you like some coke?" I asked the younger boy. Billy opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but no words came out. "Manny, I think Billy might like some coke, too," I said. "If there's not enough, he can have mine." The boys looked at each other and then back at me. Whatever had transpired between them while I was passed out, whatever entente they had reached, I was determined to see them get along as well as Del and Paco. Like brothers. "Would you like to do a couple of lines, Billy?" Manny said. "If there's enough," Billy replied. "Yeah, there's enough," Manny said, grudgingly. He poured the some more of the coke on to the cover of the textbook and formed it into six lines, rolling up a five dollar bill. He handed the bill to me. Ladies first, I suppose. "I've got a joint," Billy said, after we'd snorted up the coke, reaching into his shirt pocket. "Manny? Would you get a towel from the bathroom?" I said. "Get it nice and wet first." He left the room and went across the hall. "Did you and Manny reach some sort of understanding?" I asked Billy. "Sort of," he said. "I'm supposed to stay away from you, when I'm not with him, that is." "Fuck that," I said. "You're my brother." I scooted over next to him and put my arm around his shoulder, pressing my lips against his. We kissed until Manny returned with the wet towel. Billy broke off the kiss abruptly, afraid of the older boy's reaction. "Hey, what the fuck..." Manny said, seeing us together on the bed. "Stuff the towel under the door and sit the fuck down," I said. He did as he was told. "Listen up, both of you. I had two stepbrothers, Paco and Del. One older, one younger. They never fought over me. They knew I loved them both, and I did. I shared my bed with them, I shared my body with them..." Both Manny and Billy were silent, letting my words sink in. "I'm going to be with who I want, when I want. If you've got a problem with that, then fuck you. Manny? Billy? You got that?" Both boys nodded and murmured assent. "Now shake hands and light that fucking joint." Manny grudgingly extended his hand, and Billy shook it. Then Billy pulled a lighter from his pocket and sparked up the doobie that was hanging from his lip. While we passed the joint around, I thought about my stepbrothers. They'd bicker sometimes, and Del couldn't resist teasing his little brother every so often, but as a rule they got along fine. I missed playing catch with them, cooking for them, laying in bed between them. The room was unusually warm that night. Maybe it was the cocaine, maybe it was the steam heat hissing from the radiator. I let the blanket fall from my breasts and pushed it aside. The boys were surprised to see that I was wearing just panties and nothing else. Billy was the first to start getting undressed, unbuttoning his shirt as soon as we finished the joint. Manny soon followed, stripping down to his underwear and sitting next to me on the bed. He reached out an cupped my breast, kissing my neck as I put my arms around the boys' shoulders, drawing them closer. Billy leaned over and began kissing my other breast and soon each boy had a nipple between their lips, suckling my puffy areolae. I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious feeling of their kisses and nibbles while I ran my fingers through their hair. "That's more like it," I cooed. "Just like brothers..." Their hands were all over me, my breasts, my belly, my thighs. I parted my legs and felt two sets of fingers rubbing the crotch of my panties while I caressed their smooth young backs. I felt a tugging at the waistband of my undies; it was Manny, on my left, trying to pull them down. I lifted my bottom off the bed to make it easier and he slid my panties down around my thighs. Laying back on the bed, I let them explore my body. Just as I opened my eyes again, I saw Billy get up from the bed and kneel between my legs, pulling my underwear down and off. Then he leaned into my sex, tenderly kissing my labia. Manny watched with interest as Billy began to eat me, his tongue parting my labia and traveling up my slit. "Yo, man. That's crazy shit, bro," Manny said. "Howzit taste?" "You should try it some time, Manny," he replied. "Annie loves it." Manny looked at me and I smiled and nodded, confirming what Billy said. He shook his head and went back to my breasts, kissing and licking my nipples as Billy's tongue began to swirl around my swollen clit. I began to softly moan and squirm on the bed as two sets of lips ravished my tender spots. Billy ate me out like a pro, and soon I was pressing my sex against his tongue, teetering on the edge of my climax. Billy's busy tongue and Manny's suckling sent me over the precipice, making me quiver and shake on the noisy bed as I came. I had to push Billy away from my pussy; it felt like he could eat me all night if I let him. He looked up from between my shaking thighs and smiled, his face moist with my juices. "Wow, she does like it," Manny said. Billy got up from the floor and climbed into bed next to me, giving me a kiss as Manny gently caressed my belly. I could taste my nectar on the younger boy's lips. We lay together quietly while I recovered from my climax. "Help me drag the mattress on to the floor," I said a few minutes later. "It's my turn." We pulled the mattress off of the boxspring, and then I tugged at the boys' shorts, urging them to strip them off, revealing two bobbing erections. "Okay, Manny? Sit down on this side with your legs spread," I directed. "Billy? Sit here and cross your legs over his." The boys did as they were told, positioning themselves on the mattress butt to butt and propping themselves up on their elbows. I made Billy move a bit closer, until their balls were touching. Manny looked warily at me, wondering what I had in mind, somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of his genitals touching another boy's goodies. "Don't worry. You'll love this," I said, kneeling next to them and taking their cocks in my hands, stroking them a bit before pressing them together. Manny's man-sized cock dwarfed Billy's stiff boycock, but by angling them just right, I got the tips to roughly line up. Then I leaned over and opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate the twin spears, taking them between my lips. "Holy shit," Manny muttered as my tongue swirled over his shaft. Their two cocks together were too big for me to take more than a couple of inches between my lips, so I concentrated on the tips, sucking one and then the other and licking the length of their tools. I could have sucked them both until they came, but I had another idea of what to do with these two beautiful cocks. "Billy, get the hand lotion from my dresser, will you?" I said. He disengaged his legs from Manny's and got up from the mattress. I made Manny scoot down a bit so he was in the middle of the bed and then I straddled his hips, guiding his hard, glistening tool to my wet slit. Pressing the tip of his penis against my labia, I parted my lips and slowly settled down on his hardness. Billy stood next to us with the bottle of lotion in his hand, watching as I took Manny's cock inside me. When Manny's member was buried to the hilt, I took the lotion from Billy and squeezed some on his stiff boycock, spreading it around until he was nice and slippery. "Okay, Billy? Get behind me," I said. That was all I had to tell him, as he knew what I had in mind. I leaned forward over Manny's chest and felt the greasy tip of Billy's cock pressing against my bottom. "Go easy," I told him. "I'm still a little sore back there." "Sore from what?" Billy asked. "I'll tell you later," I replied. "Just go slow, okay?" "Damn, I can feel him inside you," Manny said as Billy's young penis entered my ass, slowly penetrating me until I could feel his groin against my cheeks. I began to rock my hips, squirming on the two cocks that filled my tender holes. Manny held my thighs, moving his hips against mine while Billy held my waist, trying not to slip out of my bottom. I was in heaven, sandwiched between two handsome young men, sliding up and down their flesh, one in my cunny and one in my ass. Manny brought his hands up to my breasts, gently squeezing them and flicking my nipples with his fingers. I closed my eyes and for a moment I was back in Maine, with Del's and Paco's young cocks inside me, filling me, pleasuring me. When I opened my eyes again, Manny was smiling up at me. He propped himself up on his elbows again and brought his lips to my breast, suckling my nipple and lightly grazing it with his teeth. My hips sped up, almost involuntarily, until Billy's pecker slipped out of my ass. I paused for a second to give him a chance to stuff his cock back in my hungry bottom and then resumed slowly rocking my hips. Billy leaned over my back, hanging on to my shoulders, trying to match my rhythm. I felt another climax beginning to mount, a seed of pleasure growing deep inside me, nurtured by the boyflesh that sawed in and out of my ass and pussy. I closed my eyes again, wiggling my hips a bit faster, trying to catch that elusive feeling, trying to make it mine. Manny pressed his hips upward, spearing me with his tool, making me gasp and catch my breath. It was like throwing a match in dry leaves as the feeling within me smoldered and finally caught fire. A low moan began to escape my lips as I rocked a bit faster, sinking down all the way on Manny's cock until my clit ground against his pubic bone. That was the trigger, the start of my orgasm, the arrival of my release. I fell upon Manny's chest, madly humping his cock as I came. Billy slipped out again, but just as quickly he was back in my bottom, and I clenched my muscle around his hard shaft, trying to keep him inside me. I heard him gasp and felt him tighten his grip on my shoulders, his boycock twitching in my bottom as he came. When he finally slipped out of my ass, I felt empty back there, but now I was free to hump Manny's tool as fast as I wanted. The older boy held my bottom as I slid up and down on his pole, my pussy still spasming even as my climax began to fade. I heard him grunt softly and push up against me with his hips, burying his throbbing cock to the hilt. I felt his glans flare like a cobra's hood, a warm feeling spreading through my sex as he filled me with his hot cum. My hips slowed and stopped as Manny's cock softened inside me. I laid against his chest, listening to his breathing while Billy's head rested between my shoulder blades. When Manny's penis slipped out of my messy slit, I climbed off of his hips and laid next to him. He thoughtfully moved over to make room for Billy, who snuggled up against my back, his slippery cock nestling between my cheeks. The three of us laid together for a while, enjoying the afterglow. I kissed Manny and then turned to kiss Billy before reaching for my discarded panties, using them to blot up the semen that leaked from my ass and cunny. "I ain't never done that before," Manny said. "That was cool," Billy added. "Mmmm...it was wonderful," I said. Billy reached into the pile of clothes on the floor and produced another joint, which he sparked up and passed to me. We relaxed on the lumpy mattress and smoked it. "Annie? Why were you so sore?" Billy asked me. I was about to reply when there was a soft rapping on my door. The three of us froze, knowing that we were about to be busted for sure. There was another knock and then the doorknob began to turn. The door opened a few inches, blocked by the wet towel that had been stuffed into the gap above the threshold. A tousled blond head peeked around the door. It was Chris, my sad little boy, his face lined with tears. "Annie? Annie? Can I sleep...?" Chris fell silent when he saw me sandwiched between two naked boys. "What are you doing?" "Come in and close the door behind you," I said. He squeezed through the gap between the door and the frame. "Stuff that towel back under the door." He did as he was told and then crawled on top of me. "Mommy," he sobbed, laying his head on my breasts. I held him in my arms and rocked him, kissing the top of his head as he cried. "Mommy?" Billy wondered. "Shhhh...it's okay Chris. Mommy's here. Shhhh..." I found a spot on my panties that wasn't sticky with sperm and used them to dry his tears. "Mommy?" Manny asked. "What th..." "I'm just his 'pretend mommy'," I replied, rocking Chris in my arms again. "He misses his real mom a lot." "Yeah, I know the feeling," Manny said. He and Billy watched quietly as I held Chris, comforting my sad little boy. "So, Annie. You were saying...?" Billy said, breaking the silence. "About the soreness." "Oh, right. You know Father John?" I said. "That old guy?" Billy asked. "The creepy one?" "Yeah," I replied. "We call him 'Father Zombie'," he said. I had to laugh at that. "Anyway, he came into my room a few times, middle of the night. He thought I was 'Tommy', this kid who used to stay here, in this room." "I remember Tommy. Good kid, 'til he took a dirt nap," Manny said, reaching into his clothes for the packet of coke he'd brought. "Fuckin' shame." "Father John would come in, wake me up, and get me to jerk him off," I said. "Did you?" Billy asked. He snuggled closer to me, resting his head on my shoulder. "Yeah, I did." "Ewwww," Billy said. "Hey, it wasn't that bad," I said. "Anyway, he's leaving for a place in New Mexico, sort of a nursing home for old priests, so Father Ken asked me to sleep with him before he left." Manny stopped chopping lines of coke, Billy looked up in surprise, even Chris lifted his head from my breasts and looked at me like I had antlers or something. "You didn't," Billy said. "I did. Here's the weird part: Father Ken had me dress like a boy, shirt and tie, even a pair of jockey shorts. I stuffed them with Kleenex so Father John would think I was 'Tommy'." "No way," Manny said. "Yes way," I replied. "And that's why your ass was sore?" Billy asked. "Yeah. Well, from Father Ken, too." "You mean I fucked the same ass Father Ken and the Zombie fucked?" Billy asked. He clearly wasn't comfortable with the idea. "Hey, I took a long bath afterwards," I said. "Oh, okay," he said. "I guess." "Let's do these," Manny said, holding a textbook with six neatly drawn lines of coke and a rolled-up $5 bill. "Chris? You want one?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Okay, get up a sec so I can roll over." He crawled off me and I rolled on to my belly, holding my hair back with one hand and putting the rolled up bill to my nose with the other, snorting two lines, one in each nostril. It was a better grade of cocaine than the other night, and it didn't sting so much. Chris crawled on to my back and clung to me like a baby primate, his head nestled between my shoulder blades. His little penis was half-hard and pressed between my cheeks. I passed the book back to Manny, who snorted a pair of lines before passing it to Billy, who did the remaining two, picking up some stray white crumbs with his finger and rubbing them on his front teeth. "Got another joint?" I asked Billy. "Not rolled. Wanna smoke another?" Both Manny and I nodded, and Billy reached into his discarded trousers, producing a bag and a pack of rolling papers. He began to assemble a joint, using the textbook to clean the seeds and stems from the weed. "Manny, there's a wad of tissue paper on my dresser with some pills in it. Could you get them for me? And get the can of soda, too." I would have gotten up myself, but Chris was clinging to my back like I was a life preserver from the Titanic. Manny fetched the pills and the soda and rejoined us on the mattress. I opened the wad of tissue paper and took one of the pills, washing it down with some flat soda. "What is that?" Manny asked. "Dilaudid. Want one?" "Shit, yeah," he said, taking one. "That's the good stuff." "Billy?" "What's Dilaudid?" he asked. "It's a painkiller, narcotic, like smack in a pill," Manny said. "If you take one, Billy, you're spending the night here, because in twenty minutes you won't be able to walk," I said. "Sounds good to me," he said, taking one and swallowing it, chasing it with some soda. He finished rolling the joint, carefully licking the adhesive on the paper and flicking it back and forth with his hand, like a nurse with a thermometer, drying the wet stripe that ran down the length of the paper. When it was almost dry, he lit it and took a drag, passing it to me. "Can I have some?" Chris asked as I passed the joint to Manny. "You're too young," Billy said, even though he was just a year older than Chris. "I smoked with my uncle all the time," Chris said. "Please?" Manny looked over at me and I nodded, so he passed the joint to Chris. The young boy took a deep drag and began coughing, his body spasming against my back. Manny and Billy laughed. I handed the can of soda to Chris and he took a big gulp, soothing his throat. "Gimme that thing before you drop it on Annie," Billy said, taking the joint from Chris. He took a hit and passed it back to me. "Get up for a sec, Chris. I want to lay on my back," I said. He got up while I rolled over, and then climbed back on top of me, once again laying his head on my breasts. "You okay, baby?" I asked him. He nodded and laid his head back down. I held him in my arms and caressed his smooth skin, passing up the rest of the joint. While Manny and Billy finished it off, I felt the Dilaudid begin to kick in. My head swooned, just a bit of dizziness even though I was lying down. Billy stubbed out the remainder of the joint and snuggled closer to me, while Manny reached over to the bed and grabbed the blanket, pulling it down on top of us. He leaned his head on my shoulder, his hand resting on my breast next to Chris's head. I lay in a narcotic haze, with Billy and Manny on either side of me, Chris on top of me, their warm bodies feeling more comfortable than any blanket could be. It was like swimming in an ocean of boyflesh. My hands roamed over Chris's silken back, lower and lower, cupping his little bottom. He shifted slightly and I felt his little pecker harden, slipping between my thighs. I tightened them around his stiffy, squeezing them together. Chris sighed and looked up at me. "That feels good, Mommy," he whispered. I could feel both Manny and Billy moving their heads, trying to figure out what was going on under the blanket. They must have been as wasted as I was; holding their heads up was too much effort. They both snuggled even closer to me. I didn't intend to fuck Chris. He was too vulnerable, too emotional. I just wanted to comfort him and dry his tears, to hold him and rock him in my arms. But the pill gave me a strange detachment, from my body, from my actions, from the world. I cupped my sad little boy's bottom in my hands and parted my legs slightly, gently pulling him up until the tip of his hardness was nestled against my labia. "Put your thing in mommy's pussy, baby," I whispered. "Let me make you feel good." The words came from my mouth, but it felt like someone else had said them. I squeezed his firm little boy buns and he began to poke my sex with his hard little stick. It took him a couple of tries but then he was in me, his flesh gliding along a carpet of Manny's semen. "Mommy..." Chris murmured. I held his bottom, feeling his cheeks tense and relax as he began to thrust. I was too wasted to move, so I just lay there, letting him hump me, his hard little boycock sliding in and out of my messy snatch. I felt Manny's cock harden against my thigh; Billy must have already fallen asleep. "That's right, baby. Nice and slow," I cooed. Chris looked up at me, his eyes heavily lidded, and he laughed for the first time I could remember. I tried to lift my head to kiss him, but my neck felt rubbery, unable to support my head. I sighed and closed my eyes while a thousand miles away Chris's penis slid in and out of my sex. He clung to me, holding me tightly around my waist, his chest heaving, his hips rocking back and forth. I tried to squeeze his little boy buns but the strength had drained from my fingers. Suddenly, I felt him tense up, a tremor spreading through his little body, and then relax as his thrusting slowed and stopped. He must have come in me; if it wasn't a dry come I'd never know it, as I wasn't feeling anything at that point. Chris laid his head on my breast and let out a deep, contented sigh. "Good boy...such a good little boy," I murmured. And then I was asleep. * * * (c) 2003 Anais Ninja anais_ninja@hotmail.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+