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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 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. 


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