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

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

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

-=-=-

My Strange Life
By Amy J. Welch

Chapter VI
The Funny Thing About Laura's Mom


Laura Lovejoy was a senior at The Virgin Mary's Academy for Girls,
when I was only a sophomore. So we weren't what you would call
friends, by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, for the most
part, we were barely even aware of each other's existence, except as
another student to pass wordlessly on our way to class, or lunch, or
mass.

It probably would have stayed that way too, if it hadn't been for her
catching me in the confessional with Monsignor Hardin, doing my
penance by sucking his cock. I suppose some girls would have been
embarrassed at being caught like that, but I wasn't some girl. I
really didn't mind at all and if anything, I've always enjoyed showing
off a little. Other people will say they are shocked, pretend they are
outraged, or offended, but in truth, I know they secretly enjoy it.
They lay in their beds at night, massaging their swollen cocks, or
rubbing their fiery little clits, remembering what they saw and doing
it too, safely behind their closed eyes.

Anyway, Laura...She was pretty; a tall willowy sort of blond, with very
light hair, almost platinum. Laura kind of made me think of elves,
although I don't know why. Her ears weren't pointed or anything, she
just seemed...Fragile. I suppose growing up like she did, with only her
mother to take care of her, didn't help. Laura didn't even know who
her Daddy was, since her mother was a stripper and a prostitute. Or
maybe that didn't have anything to really do with it, I'm not sure.

Laura the elf. Hmmm... Maybe it was her long thin legs, not skinny, just
thin, like the rest of her. I wasn't exactly curvy, with my small
boobs and narrow hips, but I was when compared to Laura. She was all
angular, if you can understand what I mean, but not unpleasantly so.
She had wide hips, but they angled in sharply to her narrow waist. She
had great tits, 36B's that were more cones than globes; they didn't
sag at all, or even bounce that I could see. Even her nipples, pointed
straight out, I never saw them when they weren't hard. Her shoulders,
her arms, everything except her butt, seemed to exist at odds with the
whole. Her ass though, was small and tight and round. I envied Laura
Lovejoy, for her brains, her boobs, and her butt... Although mine's
pretty good too, Laura's looked like it could crack a walnut.

Laura was pretty smart too, smarter than me and a lot of people I knew
all put together. She was going to go to college at Notre Dame, but
not the one in France, and she was even going for free because she had
good grades. But also because Monsignor Hardin liked her and he knew
the Principal at Notre Dame, or the Pope, or somebody in charge there.
Laura didn't want to be a stripper, or a prostitute, although she told
me once that she thought she would have made a pretty good one.
Prostitute, I mean, she really wasn't much of a dancer.

Another thing that made Laura seem fragile was that she had so few
friends. I mean real friends, who would sleep over, and share secrets,
and help each other grow. I had some pretty good friends, like Jenny,
who was my best friend, but also my Uncles Max and Seymour, who were
just as close to me as Jenny, but in different ways. And Tama, who was
a good friend too, although with her it was a difficult and dangerous
journey. But those are the best kind, sometimes. Laura didn't have any
of that though, because...well...it's hard to tell someone about your
mother when she's the kind of mom that Monica Lovejoy was.

Laura told me her mom was 32 then, but she looked a lot younger than
that. She'd had Laura when she was my age, much like my own mother had
me, although the circumstances were much different. Laura had told me
that Monica had already run away from home by that time, and taken up
with one man after another, looking for something that I doubt she
ever understood or found. She knew a lot of scary stories about her
mother, made all the worse because they were true. But those bad
things were in the past. By the time I got to meet her, Laura promised
me that Monica had gotten over a lot of things and was feeling better
about herself.

Oh, that makes her sound so gloomy though! And she isn't, not at all.
Monica is actually one of the happiest, most relaxed people I've ever
met. Everything happens, don't ask why, just accept it...deal with it
and get on with life. I suppose that's kind of my philosophy too,
which might explain why she and I get along so well, but then I get
along well with everyone pretty much. But...I'm getting ahead of the
story, aren't I?

Physically, Monica looks a lot like her daughter, Laura. Tall and
thin, a platinum blonde with a pretty model's face and bright blue
eyes that are clear and penetrating. She has a good body too, a real
dancer's body, lithe and toned, with high firm breasts and a nice
round butt. And a tan, all year round, rain or shine she's tan. Monica
is the most tanned person I know, even more than Miss Squires who goes
to the tanning salon every week almost. Laura once said her mom
teaches aerobics, which may sound like a strange thing for a stripper
and a prostitute to do, but her class doesn't know about that, and
she's good at it. Maybe if Monica had known she was good at stuff like
aerobics when she was younger, Laura told me, she would have pursued
it and maybe have gotten a degree or something in physical training.
Laura would sigh then and wonder how different her life might have
been.

I met Monica a couple weeks after Laura found out I was a prostitute
too, although I was just starting out and only had one real customer.
I'd kind of found out by accident that Laura's mom was a stripper, and
a prostitute as well, so we both knew a secret about each other and
friendships have grown from much smaller seeds than that. One day
Laura asked me if I wanted to come to her house and meet her mom, even
have dinner with them, if I wanted. I agreed partly because I wanted
to know more about being a prostitute, but also because I felt an
attraction for Laura that I hadn't expected. I liked her a lot, even
though we'd really just met, and I wanted to know her better.

I waited for Laura near the big fountain in front of our school. I was
sitting on the steps, looking through Hawthorne's `The Scarlet Letter'
that I had to read for my English class. I was frowning a little
because there didn't seem to be any pictures, and so it was just page
after page of words, with nothing to breakup the monotony. Kind of
like this is getting, huh? But I smiled when I heard Laura's voice
behind me.

"Hi Amy!" She was smiling shyly and she looked relieved that I hadn't
changed my mind about going to her house.

"Hi." I smiled too and put my book in my bag and stood up. She was
about 4 inches taller than me, and looked much more mature, I thought,
even though we were both wearing the same school uniforms. She was
going to be 18 in June and I wouldn't even be 16 until July.

"You still want to come over?" She asked and I nodded. "I'm parked
over here, come on." She had her own car, not much of one really, but
I thought that was pretty neat all the same. It was old and rusty, but
the inside was clean and it smelled nice, like peaches. The radio
started as soon as she turned the key and it was loud. She giggled and
turned it down. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Is your mom going to mind me coming over?" I asked her,
mostly just to say something.

"I don't know. I don't think so." She shrugged. "I've never had a
friend over before."

"Why not?" I was digging in my purse for a rubber band because we had
the windows down, even though it was cool outside, and my hair was
blowing everywhere. So was Laura's, but she didn't seem to mind very
much.

"Cause I guess I'm always afraid she'll...do...something. Or say
something, you know, embarrassing." She made a little face. "So, uh,
maybe I should apologize now, in case...you get like weirded out...or
something." I could tell she was getting a little nervous.

"No, it's cool Laura. You don't have to, I'm sure it'll be nice
meeting her." I pulled my hair back, struggling a little to get all of
it, but finally getting a sort of ponytail that kept my hair out of my
eyes anyway.

"Do you smoke?" She asked me.

"No." I watched her get a cigarette out of the little plastic storage
thing between our seats.

She popped the cigarette lighter in the dash and kind of looked at me
apologetically. "I stole it from my mom, I don't really smoke either."
But she seemed to know what she was doing and I thought maybe it would
relax her a little, so it was okay. Laura blew a cloud of smoke out
her window. "Sometimes my mom has...visitors, you know?" She looked at
me. "I don't think she will but if she does, um...Just kind of be..."

"I'll be fine, really. Don't worry!" I laughed and shook my head. "I'm
a prostitute too, remember?"

"Oh right." She considered that for a minute. "Why do you do it?"

"I don't know." And I really didn't. "I only have one customer so
far." I looked at Laura. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Well, yeah, I can."

"Do you know Tama Vigit?" I wasn't sure I should be telling her this,
but I was.

"That girl from India? Yeah. I mean I don't know her, but I know who
she is."

"Her brother is my customer." 

"Really? I didn't even know she had a brother." Laura looked at me,
but just with curiosity, not shock or anything.

"Yeah, he's a senior at Century High."

"So...how did you get hooked up with him?"

"Because Tama asked me." I knew in my heart that was the truth.

"She asked you? To have sex with her brother?" That surprised her, as
I suppose it would have surprised anyone.

"Yeah and I...I wanted her to...like me, I guess, or something."

"Do you and Tama, uh..." Laura's face turned a little red and I knew she
was thinking about Tama and I together.

"Have sex?" I shook my head, "No."

"But it sounds like you want to." She smiled just a little.

"Yeah, I think I...I don't know...I think about her a lot." I wasn't sure
I wanted to admit how much, even to myself.

"That's cool. You're in love, huh." Laura was nodding like all the
pieces of a puzzle had finally fit.

`Yeah." I sighed wondering if it was really that obvious. Then I
kicked myself a little, realizing I had just admitted as much.

"Does she love you?" Laura's voice was gentle and I think she already
knew the answer.

"No, I don't think so. Tama...she avoids me." 

"We're here. Hey, I'm sorry I made you talk about it." Laura touched
my shoulder.

"I'm not. It felt kind of good to say it." I looked at her and gave
her a small kiss. "Thanks." I whispered.

"Amy." She said softly, like she was going to say something else, but
she didn't. Laura shut off the car and got out while I followed.

Laura and her mother lived in an old brownstone with a narrow strip of
concrete between it and the next one, identical and undistinguished
along a whole row of them. This was the old part of the city, built
before the suburban sprawl where I lived was even a dream. Now it was
considered the fashionable `artist's quarter' and it was the real
melting pot of society, with rich and poor, young and old, all
mingling together. It was interesting, in a way, I liked the texture
of it, the realness. There wasn't a lot of gloss here, the detached
atmosphere of comfort, like there was in my neighborhood. The world
came to my house through the television, in this place, it was
knocking down the door. I loved it. It felt immediate and spontaneous.

There was a small bar on the corner, and next to it a cigar stand with
racks of magazines and newspapers. Across the way there was a deli,
and further down a small tailoring shop. And in between there was room
for a neon nightclub and an art gallery, a Starbucks and small movie
theater with a marques that said Kurosawa Film Festival. I figured it
must be those old Godzilla movies and I wondered who'd pay to see
those? There were cars honking and babies crying and people talking
and kids playing basketball on a dented hoop with no net. I looked
around, smiling and breathing it, until Laura took my hand and led me
past an old man sitting with an umbrella on the steps.

"Hello Laura." The old man tapped the tip of his umbrella on the
concrete. "Looks like rain."

"Yes sir, it sure does." Laura smiled at him as she dug out her key
and unlocked the door.

I looked up and it was clear. "Is he okay?" I asked her.

"I don't know. He always says that." She went inside, holding the door
open for me and shutting it tightly, locking it again behind us.
"Monica?" she called out.

"In here, Laura." I heard a female voice yelling.

"You call your mom Monica?" I asked.

Laura shrugged. "Yeah, mostly. She says calling her mom makes her feel
old."

The apartment wasn't exactly large, but I suppose it was enough for
just Laura and her mom. The little foyer opened into a large sitting
room in the front, and a short hallway leading back to a kitchen and
bathroom. There was a stairs that led up to two bedrooms and another
small bath. It was nicely appointed, with old but comfortable
furniture, some bookshelves with mostly worn out paperbacks and
magazines. Some pictures on the walls, mostly of Laura, school
portraits framed carefully, but also other people. Laura was pulling
me along before I could really get a good look at anything. The
windows had blinds that were pinkish in color, and it matched the
reddish floral wallpaper on the walls. It had the effect of making it
seem very warm, and smaller than it was, and gave one the feeling that
the house was wrapping itself around you. It was interesting.

Laura's mother was in the bathroom and we found her standing in front
of the mirror, her makeup and perfumes and creams and hairpins and
everything else you'd expect to find in a woman's bathroom scattered
about around the sink on a big imitation marble countertop. She was
staring intently at her face, applying eye shadow and wearing only a
black G-string. I gave a bit of a gasp and ducked back around the
corner, wanting to give her a little privacy. Laura didn't seem really
pleased to find her mother like this, but for a different reason than
my mild embarrassment.

The woman hadn't even noticed I'd seen her, nor did she turn to look
at Laura when she spoke. "I'm glad you're home Laura, Greg's coming
over in half an hour."

"W-What? Today?" Laura's voice was full of disbelief. "B-But..."

"Don't give me that look." She turned to face her daughter. "I don't
know what you're worried about, I'm the...oh." Laura's mom saw me for
the first time, kind of peeking around the corner. "Uh, who's your
little friend, Laura?" She didn't move to cover herself or anything,
she just kind of froze, turning her head a little to look at me fully
as I emerged to stand behind Laura.

"Uh, Monica...this is Amy, a friend of mine." She looked at me as if
making sure I was still there. "From school." She added nervously.
"This is, uh, Monica."

"Well, it's nice to finally meet one of Laura's friends." Monica gave
me a smile and a quick look up and down, as if she were a guy. It was
a strange feeling. "You're very pretty Amy, are you graduating this
year too?" She went back to putting on her makeup.

"No ma'am, I'm only in 10th grade." I tried not to look at her, the
way her full heavy breasts hung down when she leaned over the sink,
shaking slightly as she moved her arms.

"Ma'am? Just call me Monica, okay sweetie? How old are you?"

"Monica, please...Maybe I should just take Amy home, since..." Laura
didn't finish her thought, even though her mom gave her plenty of time
to, smiling slightly at herself.

So I figured I'd better talk. "I'm 15, Monica." I looked at Laura,
trying to ask her what was going on with my eyes.

"Oh, that's a nice age." Monica laughed and started putting on her
lipstick. She paused looking at Laura. "Look, I know you don't like
it, okay? I know that, but you didn't leave us much choice. You better
go change." She pursed her lips. "So take your little friend upstairs,
baby."

"What's going on?" I asked Laura as I followed her up to her room. 

Laura shut the door behind her and looked ready to cry. "I-I'm sorry
Amy, I shouldn't...I shouldn't have brought you. I didn't know that...I'm
sorry."

She looked really miserable and we sat on the bed together. I put my
arms around her and hugged her. "Laura...Shhhhh...it's okay, come on.
What's the matter? Who's this Greg guy?"

Laura hugged me back, making a little sniffling sound. "He's uh, he's
our landlord and he gives us...uh, like a discount if my mom has sex,
you know?" She looked at me, smiling bravely like it was a bad joke.
"And sometimes, lately he gives us more if I...if I'm there too, kind
of."

"He has sex with your mom...and you? At the same time?" She nodded. "But
you don't like it, huh?"

"I don't want to be like...like her." Laura looked down at the floor.
"She tries to make it...okay, you know? Like mostly it's me and her and
he's not really there, but it...hurts...sometimes." She looked at me.
"I've only done it three times."

"With him?"

"With anybody."

"You're practically a virgin?" I laughed, but not a mean laugh, just
like laughing at how weird life could be. "No wonder it hurts.
Jeez...doesn't your mom care? I mean, if you don't want to do it..."

"S-She thinks I'm being a baby...about it. That it doesn't mean anything
and I shouldn't...care, you know? I should just do it." Laura looked at
me with real pain in her eyes. "It does matter though I...I hate it."

"Don't do it then." Easy for me to say, I know.

"But we...we really need the break on our rent." She dropped her head.
"I have to do it."

"What if..." I was thinking hard. "What if I did it for you?"

"What?" She looked at me sharply.

"Me. What if it was me with your mom, instead of you?"

"I...I don't know. He wants...he wants me, I think. I don't know."

"He's not gonna care, believe me. Guys get these ideas about who they
want, but when it gets in front of them, they don't care who it is,
believe me." I laughed. "Just let me borrow something to wear and
we'll talk to your mom, okay?"

"I don't know, are you...are you sure?" Laura's voice was sad, but
tinged with hope.

"Yeah, sure why not?" I hugged her. "That's what friends are for,
right?"

Laura actually laughed a little at that and wiped her eyes a little.
"Uh, yeah. I guess." She kissed me then, like I knew she wanted to,
and I opened my mouth for her and moved my hand to her breast,
squeezing her until she moaned. "Wow." She took a deep breath and her
face was red. "Uh, you can wear...uh...this." She found a big T-shirt with
Minnie Mouse on it. "He likes it when I look, uh, young...you know?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Lot's of that going around." I smiled. "He'll
really like me then."

I undressed in front of Laura, who watched, even though she thought
didn't want to, because inside she really did want to. I knew what
that felt like. When I was naked, I reached for the t-shirt Laura was
holding. She gave it to me so our fingers touched briefly.

"I...wish..." She started softly.

I pulled the shirt over my head and looked at her, shaking my hair as
I started taking off the rubber band. "What?" Then I decided to leave
my hair in a ponytail, since this Greg guy wanted young. I looked like
I was twelve.

"I wish I was that girl." She looked away from me. "That girl from
India."

I sat down again and held her. I kissed her cheek and neck and took
her chin in my hand, tilting her sweet face so I could look into her
watery blue eyes. "Why do you think I'm doing this for you?" I
whispered, putting my cheek to hers so that her hot tears would wash
over my skin too. "I'd cry for you too," I felt her digging her nails
into my back as she pulled me tight against her. "If you'd let me." I
kissed her as tenderly as my heart knew how. "Just so you'd never have
to cry again, Laura."

"Oh, Amy." Laura sighed hotly into my ear. "My darling, darling Amy...I
love you so much." She really was crying now and while part of me knew
she had been dying inside for a long time, aching and desperate to
love anyone, another part of me wanted to believe her and love her
too. But I couldn't bear to say the words; I knew I couldn't have
taken them back.

We could hear Monica coming up the stairs with someone else now, and
there was a little knock at the door, but it didn't open.
"Laura...Greg's here!" She sounded happy and carefree, like she expected
her daughter to be thrilled. "We're in my bedroom..." Her voice faded
and Laura looked at me.

I kissed her softly. "You stay here, work on my algebra." I grinned.
"I'll surprise them." I was up and leaving before she could say
anything.

I knocked on Monica's door and she answered "Don't be silly, Laura!
Come in here!" I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly,
slipping inside and closing it behind me.

"Amy?" Monica was on the bed in her G-string and nothing else, propped
against the headboard while a man was undressing next to her dresser.
They both looked at me. "But...where's Laura?"

"Who's she?" The man asked, taking off his shirt. He was average
looking, a little thick around the middle, but not bad. He was older,
like 45 maybe, with black hair and a little mustache.

"Greg, this is Amy, a...uh...friend of Laura's, from school." She looked
kind of confused and that made me smile.

I figured a direct approach would be best, so I walked over to Greg
and knelt down in front of him, undoing his belt slowly and working
his pants open, sliding the zipper down and looking up at him. "Laura
is doing my math for me, so I told her I'd help with her...Mmmm..." I
slipped my hand inside his briefs, feeling the warmth and humidity of
his crotch, my fingers wrapping themselves around his semi-hard penis.
"...Homework."

"Oh." He said, smiling down at me as Monica stared at us. "How...how old
are you, uh, Amy?"

I pulled his cock free, stroking it in my hand, as it grew fatter and
longer with every beating of his heart. "I'm fifteen." I licked my
lips. "Is that okay?" I sounded like I was a little girl caught with
her hand in the cookie jar.

"Oh yessss..." Greg said between his teeth. "That's fine, Amy. Have
you...uh, ever kissed a penis before?"

I looked up with my bright blue eyes. "Uh-uh." I shook my head. "Do
you think I...should?" I squeezed him and a drop of precum appeared from
the head.

"Oh yeah, Amy...Go ahead...kiss it for me." He put his hand on my head,
pulling me forward gently. "Right there...on the tip, Amy."

"Maybe this isn't a good idea, Greg" Monica was sitting up now. "She's
just a child."

"No, she likes it, don't you Amy?" He was still trying to pull my lips
to his cock, but I resisted, turning to look at Monica.

"Laura said...She said it would help pay the...the rent." I sounded
nervous and na�ve, like I knew the words, but not exactly what they
meant.

"That's right Amy." Greg smiled as I looked back up at him. "I knock
off a whole hundred dollars just for giving me a little...ah...kiss."

"A hundred dollars for a kiss?" I said, giggling with wonder.

"Greg!" Monica stared at him.

"Two hundred, Monica. Two hundred, just let her...let Amy stay." He
nudged my head closer so my lips were almost touching his swollen
cockhead.

"I don't...uh...I don't know." I looked at him and then at Monica, pulling
back a little, but sliding my fist up and down his penis slowly. "I
should go home pretty soon...my...my mom will be worried."

"Oh, don't go Amy, please? Don't you want to help your friend Laura?"
He chided me softly and I nodded. "I'll knock off two hundred and
fifty, just because you're such a good friend...and...such a beautiful
little girl too."

"Greg, can't you see she's never done anything like this before?"
Monica tried to reason with her landlord. "What if she tells someone?
What if her parents find out?"

"Oh, Amy can keep a secret, can't you?" Greg stroked my hair. "She
wants to be a big girl, don't you, like Laura is."

I nodded again. "I won't tell on you." I said in a little voice,
looking up at him.

"Good girl." He pulled on my head again. "Now give it a kiss, Amy. Go
on, it won't bite." He gave a little sigh as he watched my lips purse
and touch the tip of his straining organ. I let them linger there a
moment, feeling the wetness of his precum as it spread across my lips.
"Now open up, Amy, be a good girl and open your mouth."

"Greg, no!" Monica protested, but she sounded interested in seeing it
too.

I opened my mouth and looked up, trying to look unsure of what I was
doing and succeeding I think. "Oh yessss, Amy...what a good little girl
you are!"

He pushed his cockhead into my mouth slowly, moaning deep in his chest
as it filled the warm wet confines. I let it slide over my tongue and
he tightened his grip on my head, sliding his hand back a little and
pulling me down on it a little harder. I gagged as it touched the back
of my mouth and tried to pull back, feigning surprise and fright, but
he held me there like I knew he would.

"Don't fight it Amy, just relax...that's it...relax and let me do all
the work, Amy." He gave me a little room and I took a breath before
Greg started pushing again. "Come here Monica, look at this little
girl!"

Laura's mom slid off the bed and sat on her knees next to me, watching
as Greg moved his hard cock back and forth in my mouth, every so often
testing me by touching it to the back of my mouth and making me gag.
Monica started whispering encouragement to me, giving me little advice
on how to breath and let my muscles relax. I wanted to laugh a little,
because Greg's cock wasn't very big at all, probably 5 inches or so,
although it was kind of thick, but I could have taken him in my throat
easy any time I wanted. It was actually kind of hard to pretend that I
couldn't and I was worried I was overdoing it a little.

"Mmmm...you're a good kisser, Amy...Almost as good as Laura." He watched
as Laura's mom started rubbing my throat lightly with her fingers.
"Yeah Monica, get her to relax...I want to feel that little girl deep
throat me."

I was groaning a little, my eyes wide and looking up. Monica moved
behind me, so my back was pressed against her chest and she rested her
chin on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. "Just relax, Amy...little
breaths...that's it...through your nose, baby..."

"Oh, Amy, you're such a sweetheart...your mouth is so sweet...but I'm
going to fuck you now, okay? I'm going to push a little and you just
swallow it, Amy...just pretend you're swallowing my cock, sugar..." Greg
was still talking as he grabbed my head in his hands and started
fucking in and out of my mouth, going a little deeper each time and
ignoring my gag reflex, he shoved as Monica leaned forward, one hand
massaging my throat and the other groping my breasts through the thin
t-shirt I was wearing. "Oh Amy...open up baby...yeah...there...yeahhhh..." His
cock finally caught in my throat and he sank inside me until my face
was pressed against his thick patch of pubic hair.

He held me there and then backed off slowly; moaning how good I was at
kissing his penis while Monica pinched my nipples and kissed me softly
on the side of my neck. Greg started fucking my throat good then,
working his cock deep and pulling it out so the tip was resting on my
lips while I panted for air, then thrusting it back in. Saliva and
precum flooded my mouth and leaked out around his cock, running down
my chin and dripping onto my shirt where Monica rubbed it around my
small hard nipples. We were all enjoying it, although I tried hard not
to show it, pressing my thighs together and ignoring the itching of my
clit as it came to fiery life.

Greg was going to cum any moment. I could feel his body tensing as he
tried to hold back. He was staring at me with pure lust in his eyes,
watching as a little 15-year-old girl had her mouth thoroughly fucked
by his hard cock. He gave a deep growling noise as his sperm suddenly
erupted, shooting down my open throat into my tummy. He held it there,
throbbing and Monica had her hands on my throat, telling me how she
could feel him inside me, jerking and spewing the thick salty load
from his balls. He was enjoying it so much I thought he'd never pull
out and my lungs began to ache from holding my breath for so long. I
pressed against his thighs until he became aware of me and then he
backed off, releasing my head so I could suck a deep breath and then
cough wetly, my eyes filling with tears and the remnants of his orgasm
running from my open mouth.

"Holy fuck!" Greg said, "That was fantastic! Jesus!" He stood there
looking down at me and my throat hurt and I coughed a little more,
looking thoroughly miserable, or at least trying to.

"She was ready to pass out, you jerk." Monica snorted and wrapped her
arms around me protectively. She kissed my cheek and asked me if I was
okay and I nodded. She glared up at her landlord. "She's just a kid."

"She did okay." Greg laughed and rubbed his wet penis across my lips
and cheeks. "I want to fuck her."

"No!" Monica nearly shouted, and it was actually a pleasant feeling,
being cared for like that. "She's a virgin Greg."

"All the better." He looked at me, slapping his prick against my
forehead. "How about it, Amy? Would you like me to fuck you?"

I shook my head and didn't say anything. Even though I wouldn't have
minded a good fucking right then, this guy was a total asshole. I
didn't want his prick inside me; I was even starting to regret having
given him a blowjob.

"I'll make it worth your while, Amy." He teased.

"She said no, Greg." Monica gave him a little push away. "If you want
to fuck, you can do me."

"But you're not a virgin." Greg chuckled. "Come on Amy, please?" He
was trying to sound nice. "I'll knock half the rent off for this
month, if you do. That's like paying you $450 dollars, and that's a
lot, isn't it?"

I shook my head again and pulled Monica's arms tightly around me.
"I've n-never...never...done...t-that." I looked at Laura's mom, avoiding
Greg's eyes because I knew he wanted me to look at him.
"It'll...h-hurt."

Monica shushed me and rocked me a little. "It's okay honey, you don't
have to." Then she spoke to Greg. "See? She's a virgin...you can't just
fuck her."

His cock was hard again and he stroked it in front of us. "It's not
like she's gonna stay a virgin forever! You had no problem with me
doing Laura, what do you care about this kid?"

"You're a bastard, Greg." They were talking like I wasn't even there.
"Laura was different and you know that."

"Yeah, but I'm the bastard who owns the building." He sighed and I
knew he really wanted me bad. "Look, I'll give you a better deal than
I gave Laura that first time, since this kid is so pure. A whole month
free, you just get her on that bed, and don't tell me you can't use
the money."

Monica kissed me again. "Amy, honey, it'll be okay. We'll just do it
together, okay? It won't hurt a lot, just a little, I promise and then
it'll feel good." I shivered a little, wondering what kind of a mother
would do this to her own daughter, because I just knew in my heart
this was what Laura had gone through. I rolled my eyes; glad Monica
and Greg couldn't see me doing it.

"Y-you'll be with me?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, honey, I'll take care of you, okay? I'll make you feel real
nice." She started getting up, as if I'd already said yes, and I
suppose letting her pull me to my feet was all the agreement they
needed.

Monica pulled my t-shirt off, exposing my naked body to the cool air.
My small boobs rose and fell as I breathed and Greg stared at them,
devouring me with his eyes. He looked at my little pussy, the hairless
swell of my vulva and the bit of pink where my labia peeked out. He
was breathing hard, sitting on the bed with his fat little prick
standing straight up. "God, what a little minx...she's perfect..."

"Just make sure you put on a glove, Greg." Monica gave him a look and
he nodded. "I should make you wear two." She muttered.

I went with Monica over to the bed and we lay down on it together
while Greg watched. She embraced me and started kissing me gently,
licking across my lips and urging me to open my mouth to her lightly
moving tongue. Her hands roamed my body, exploring my breasts and
stomach, down my hips and thighs and back up, spreading my legs
slightly. It felt really nice and I let her do it, even petting her
soft skin a little, just touching her as if I were nervous and unsure
of what I should be doing. Monica's fingers played across my slit and
she moved her kisses down to my body, tasting my breasts and taking my
left nipple between her lips. I moaned softly as she suckled it
sweetly, giving me little bites and finally clamping down on my
sensitive flesh and sucking harder. It made me creamy inside and her
finger slipped easily between the folds of my sex, probing gently.

"Mmmm...you're so wet already, Amy...So sweet, baby." Monica whispered,
kissing down my tummy and pushing her finger deeper. "Did you break
your cherry already, baby?" She asked, wriggling her finger deep in
the recesses of my cunt, looking for my long lost hymen.

"Y-yes...on my...b-bicycle..." I whimpered softly, biting my lips and
tangling my fingers in her soft blonde hair. God, I wanted her to kiss
my pussy so bad. My body was flushing and I shivered as she kissed the
top of my mound, dragging her teeth along my suddenly goose-bumped
flesh. "A-Are you going to...to kiss me there?" I whispered innocently.

"Yes baby, I'm going to make you feel real good now." She knelt
between my legs and I spread them for her as she pulled her finger out
and replaced it with her tongue. Monica's mouth felt so good I thought
I was going to scream. I clutched her head in my hands and ground my
hips up against her, rocking my eager little cunt against her rapidly
licking tongue.

"Aww fuck that's hot...eat the little bitch, Monica..." Greg said, moving
around behind Laura's mother and positioning his cock at the entrance
to her pussy. "Don't stop...make her cum in your mouth..." He pushed
inside Monica slowly and I felt her breath sweet and cool across my
burning clit as she moaned.

I was so close I don't think she could have stopped me. I was crying
out as I rocked my ass on the bed, trying to get her tongue in my
hungry little hole, moaning and shutting my eyes tightly as my first
orgasm stole through me. Monica sucked at my clit, tonguing it as she
shoved her fingers back in my cunt, giving my vaginal walls something
to hold onto as they contracted with pleasure. I was shaking like a
leaf and I couldn't breathe, Monica brought me off and kept me there,
burning on the edge of delirious pleasure. She stiffened her tongue
and stabbed it inside my pussy, pushing into the place where her
finger had been a moment before and the new sensation brought another
blinding cum from deep inside me. I was helpless beneath her wonderful
mouth.

Greg fucked Monica slowly, clearly saving himself for what he believed
was my young virgin cunt. He watched as Monica pulled her head away
from me. Her beautiful face was smeared with my juices and she licked
her lips. "You taste so good Amy! I could eat that little pussy
forever!" She lifted my legs, sliding her hands so they were under my
knees and pushed, bending my body so my ass came off the bed and my
pussy and ass were elevated and completely exposed. Greg pushed her
forward and she smiled at me. "Ready to cum some more Amy?"

Monica lowered her mouth back to my cunt, tonguing me with abandon as
she kept my legs up and spread with her hands. She was teasing the
little spot between my pussy and anus, lapping at the soft bit of skin
there and sucking at it like she wanted to give me a hickey before
moving to my asshole. Monica licked across my anus slowly, making wet
circles with her tongue. She kissed my tight little hole with her
lips, sucking at it as she tickled it with the tip of her tongue. I
was moaning and shaking my head, it felt so good. Laura's mom pushed
with her tongue, and sucked and kissed, and then pushed again, urging
my butt to open up for her. The whole room filled with the sounds of
her mouth, loud and obscene, sucking and slurping. Her nose rubbed
along my slit and the whole effect was making me cum over and over
again.

I gasped as my asshole finally opened enough for the tip of Monica's
stiff tongue to penetrate. It wormed inside me, wriggling hot and wet,
working me to slowly open up more, to relax so she could tongue me
deeper. I loved every second of it and her digging was almost
unbearably slow. She moved her whole head as she thrust her tongue in
and out, getting further and further each time until finally she could
get no deeper inside my ass. Her chin was against my ass, her cheeks,
her nose, all pressed against me as Monica's tongue worked it's
seemingly endless magic. It was unbearable the sensations that
cascaded through me, pleasure on top of pleasure until it seemed I
should be crushed by it all.

"Oh Monica...Jesus...." Greg kept saying over and over as he watched
Monica eat my tender young ass. "My turn...my turn...I want to fuck that
little girl..." but Monica ignored him, working her mouth now back and
forth between my ass and pussy, making me quiver and cry out sharply.

"Move over dyke." Greg pulled his cock out of Monica and pushed her
aside, so that she lay on the bed gasping for air and wiping her wet
face with her hand. "Okay Amy...get ready for some cock little girl..." He
moved between my legs and lined up his penis with my pussy, pushing
inside slowly, expecting me to be tight, I suppose. But I was so wet.
A real genuine expert had just eaten me alive, and I'd cum so much
that I took him easily. But I had the presence of mind to moan loudly
and give a gasp, acting as though he was stretching me beyond anything
I'd ever experienced. "Ohhh yeah baby...so nice and tight!" I moaned and
squeezed my pussy muscles as much as I was able, trying to keep from
giggling through the lingering haze of ecstacy. He was feeling what he
wanted to now and he thought I was a tight young virgin.

He started fucking me faster and it did feel good. I was soon
thrusting my hips up to meet him, rocking myself to another sweet
orgasm as his cock plundered my steaming cunt. Monica moved too, so
that she could straddle my face with her wonderfully smooth tanned
thighs, lowering her pussy to my eager mouth.

"Eat me Amy...use that sweet little tongue and make Monica cum...oh, you
sweet little girl..." She moaned as I licked her warm cunt, feeling her
moist soft pubes rubbing across my face. I stuck out my tongue,
parting her thick labia easily and tasting her tangy musky fluids. She
reached down with her hands, spreading my legs so she could see Greg's
cock more clearly, sliding in and out of my pink slit. "Oh yeah,
Greg...fuck that little girl...fuck her while she eats me..." Monica was
panting and her fuck juices ran freely across my tongue.

"So good, Monica...she's better than Laura...oh god what a little cunt!"
Greg was panting too and he hammered at my hole with his prick, making
wet squishing noises as it slid back and forth.

I was cumming as I sucked Monica's clit hard, flicking my tongue over
it until she grew too sensitive for that rough treatment and pulled
up, then settled back down so she could ride my mouth. I tongue fucked
her sweet hole recklessly, breathing in her strong musky scent and
swallowing her juices. "Oh yes! Uh...uh...uh...I'm cumming baby...oh fuck!"
Monica ground her pussy hard on my mouth, suffocating me as she rocked
her hips wildly. I rubbed her thighs and sucked, taking whatever sweet
soft bits of her flesh I could find into my mouth, tonguing her
feverishly as the rich and distinctive flavor of her orgasm filled my
mouth.

"Oh yeah...Monica...Amy! Oh fuck..." Greg cried out as he started cumming
too. His cock spurting inside the latex condom he wore. It was the
first time I'd ever had sex with a man wearing one and it was a
strange feeling, knowing his cock was jerking and cumming inside me,
but not feeling the indistinct warmth of his sperm filling me. That
absence made me cum too, the weird sensation tripping my wire and I
rocked my body as though searching in vain for a flood of wet warm
semen.

Monica didn't want to stop either; after she came, she kept her pussy
on my mouth, urging me to do it again, to bring her off again with my
tongue. I was only too happy to oblige and I licked her tenderly at
first, but she wanted it rougher this time and I sucked her labia into
my mouth, biting and chewing them gently. She moaned and her hands
moved to my tits. She grabbed my nipples hard between her fingers and
thumbs, pulling them. "Bite me Amy...suck my pussy...bite it you little
bitch..." She was twisting my nipples hard, making them scream with
little flashes of pain, but it felt good too. I'd never experienced
anything like that before and so I bit her pussy lips just as hard as
she'd pinch my tits. She was grinding hard and cumming when I moved my
teeth to her clit, scraping it first until I thought she was going to
rip my tender nipples right off my boobs. I bit it then, taking it
between my teeth and sucking hard. Monica yelped loudly and her whole
body shook. She let go of me, placing her palms flat on my chest and
pushing down, as her body seemed to collapse. I let go of her clit and
licked Monica gently; kissing her pussy and reveling in this new
discovered pleasure that pain had brought us.

Greg was cumming again, a small weak ejaculation that I barely would
have noticed even if he'd been fucking me without a condom. I'd almost
forgotten him; so complete was my rapture with Monica. He rolled off
me, drained and exhausted. I just lay there with my legs spread,
feeling the wetness from my orgasms leaking from my cunt. Monica's
pussy was still over my face, her body lying on top of mine and I felt
her weak little kisses on my thighs. She played with my pussy, pushing
first 2 and then 3 fingers inside me, working the cummy soaked folds
of my sex lazily. I felt hot and sweaty and utterly alive inside and
out. I kissed her pussy gently, sliding my hands along the back of her
thighs as she straightened her legs a little. We didn't want to move,
neither of us ever again, I think.

Greg watched us while he dressed, but we had no attention for him now.
"Thanks for the blowjob, Amy...and the great fuck. Be here next month
and you can work off some of the rent again." He laughed, a real prick
to the end, I thought. But at least this month's rent was taken care
of; I smiled to myself, trapped in the delicious shadow of Monica's
pussy.

I felt Monica's mouth moving over my clit, teasing it with delicate
little licks. I found hers and did the same thing, starting an
impromptu game of copycat, which Jenny and I had played numerous
times. Whatever Monica did to me, I did to her, each of us trying to
make the other cum and lose concentration. It was a fun game to be the
loser in, and a good way to learn new things about each other. Monica
did me just a little different than I would have done her, and copying
her made me do sweet little things I hadn't thought of. We had our
tongues deeply buried in each other's cunts when Laura opened the door
and came inside. She didn't say anything, she just watched us for a
while. I couldn't see her, but I could hear her breathing, feel her
movement as she sat on the bed. I wondered what she was thinking,
watching her mother and I engaged in a passionate 69, but I lost that
thought as I started cumming uncontrollably. Monica soon joined me and
as we lay recovering, I realized Laura was gone. Five minutes later we
started all over again. We were insatiable.

Monica moved off of me and we lay side-by-side in her big bed, our
arms and legs intertwined and our faces next to each other. "Thank
you, Amy." She kissed me deeply and I returned it, tasting each other
on our tongues. "That was sooo good." She smiled and I giggled softly
and nodded. I glanced at her alarm clock and it was almost 7:30 in the
evening. We'd been in that bedroom for more than 3 hours, the last 2
without Greg. It had gone by so quickly that I couldn't believe it.

"You're not a virgin, are you, Amy?" Monica smiled and stroked my
breast.

"Not anymore!" I giggled and then gasped as she pinched my tit hard.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, but it seemed like a good idea to pretend. Greg didn't know the
difference." I was shaking my head and laughing. "I was kind of mad at
you too, at first." I admitted.

"At me? Why?" she looked at me surprised.

"Cause you'd sell my cherry for your rent." I wasn't laughing anymore.
"Like you sold Laura's." I whispered.

"What?" Monica sat up. "Is that what she told you?"

"Something like that, yeah." I told her how sad Laura had been. How
she'd seemed frightened and said it hurt her when she had sex because
she was so inexperienced. I told Monica everything.

"That little bitch!" Monica frowned, then she looked at me, and her
face softened into a sad smile. She hugged me. "You should know
something about my sister."

"What's that?" I asked as the words took a moment to register, so
surprised was I. "Sister? You're not...her mom?"

"What? No! I'm only 23, do I look like a mom?" I had to admit she
didn't. "Ever since our parents died 3 years ago I've tried to take
care of her, but...I don't know. I guess I kind of gave up. I guess you
noticed how Laura likes to exaggerate, make things up and lie. She's a
little messed up." Monica sighed. "I tried getting her to see
somebody, you know, a shrink or something. That didn't work out."
Monica stared at the wall for a moment. "Anyway, she's really good at
it too, the lying. She doesn't like Greg maybe, but she's a long ways
from being a virgin. A loooong ways." Monica laughed ruefully. "I
never forced her to have sex in my life, with anyone, and I wasn't
forcing you either. You swallowed that cock like you've been doing it
all your life." She looked at me and grinned. "And that's probably not
far from the truth, is it?"

"Uh, no...I...I'm pretty good at it." I didn't know what else to say. 

"Uh-huh. Like you are at eating pussy?" She laughed again and that
made me laugh too. "I've been eaten by hardcore man-hating dykes
before, and you're right up there with them in the pussy licking
department." Monica grinned. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Thanks," I giggled. "You're pretty fantastic too."

"So don't tell me I was forcing you, and don't tell me I turned Laura
into a prostitute, she does that just fine all by herself."

"What? Laura is a..."

"A prostitute, yeah. She works at a club downtown, she dances too, but
she isn't very good at it. From what I've heard though, she's pretty
good at turning tricks. She's the one who started fucking Greg to ease
up the rent; it wasn't my idea. I just got suckered into it." She saw
the look on my face and nodded. "Just like you did. It wasn't an
accident she brought you over today."

"But she said that you're the prostitute!" I was so confused. "She
said you were a stripper and, you know...that she didn't like it and she
was ashamed and...Monsignor Hardin he said you..." I was finally beginning
to understand that everything had been a lie, right from the
beginning.

"Me?" Monica laughed. "I work for the airline. I'm a flight attendant.
And Monsignor Hardin...God!" Monica made a face. "He's another liar.
They're a pair, those two, probably still laughing at their big joke."

"No..." I shook my head slowly.

"Really, yeah look." Monica got up and went to the dresser, opening
her purse and throwing me a plastic ID on a clip. I looked at it,
`Monica Lovejoy' it said `Flight Service Crew' with the airline name
and logo and a magnetic strip. She went to her closet and pulled out a
beige suit, holding up the jacket as if she were modeling it. It had
her name tag pinned on and the airline logo embroidered on the left
breast pocket. Monica did work for the airline! "I do the Acapulco run
every weekend, I love the sun." She smiled and rubbed her tan body.
"But during the week it's mostly the redeye to the east coast and
back, but at least I'm home for dinner."

"I'm going to kill her!" I said softly.

Monica laughed. "Get in line."

I started for the door so I could get my clothes in Laura's room.
"I'll kill her after she gives me a ride home. If my mother doesn't
kill me first." I looked at the clock, it was already 8:30 and I was
going to be in trouble.

"Laura's already gone, she works nights." Monica started getting
dressed. "So I guess you'll have to ride with me." She grinned at me.

Monica had a motorcycle, which I thought was just awesome, although I
was a little nervous at first. It was big, too big for Monica I
thought. But it was nice sitting close behind her, wrapping my arms
tight like a good hug, and pressing my thighs on either side of hers
as we straddled the big machine. We'd have little minute long
conversations when we had to stop at stoplights, and she told me the
motorcycle was her one indulgence. It had cost a lot and the insurance
was ridiculous, but that's because it was a `crotch rocket' as she
called it. "Eleven hundred cubic centimeters of big hard cock," she
laughed, "without a man there to spoil it." When we got on the highway
and she opened it up I found out exactly what she meant. The ride was
smooth, but the vibration was sublime, it seeped inside and caused my
tummy to flutter. The speed rush was amazing too, I looked over
Monica's shoulder and saw we were doing about 95 and she gave me a
glance and a little nod, kicking up to 110 for a quick mile or two,
before slowing back down. I thought I was going to cream and I
clutched her tightly.

The ride home was much too short and when she pulled into my driveway
I could see the outside light turn on and the door opened with my
Daddy standing there. I know he was expecting to see some guy getting
off the bike with me, if he dared to get off at all, but when Monica
slid off and removed her dark helmet, shaking her short platinum hair
free, my Daddy just stood there with his mouth open.

"Thanks for the ride, Monica." I handed her the helmet I'd worn and
slipped my backpack off my shoulders. "Hi Daddy, sorry I'm late." I
gave him a kiss on the cheek, standing tiptoe. "This is my friend
Monica, her sister goes to school with me."

"Hi, nice to meet you, Mr. Welch." Monica smiled and held out a gloved
hand. She was standing there in her tight leather pants and cowboy
boots, with a red leather jacket, unzipped just enough that he could
see she was wearing a white turtleneck underneath. A tight one too,
that clung to her body in a very nice way.

Daddy took her hand and gave it a little squeeze, trying hard not to
look her up and down the way people do when they see someone very
interesting. I felt kind of bad, since he was all ready to be angry
and now he really couldn't. "It's nice to meet you, Monica. Thanks for
giving Amy a ride home." He looked at me. "You should have called us,
I was getting a little worried."

"I know Daddy, I'm sorry." I smiled sweetly. "Isn't Monica neat? Check
out her motorcycle!"

Monica laughed a little self-consciously. "I might have made some
trouble for you, Amy told me you were getting her a car for her
birthday. Now..." She shook her head as she and Daddy watched me looking
at her motorcycle.

"I want a motorcycle, Daddy." I said.

They both laughed, although Daddy's was a little strained I think.
"So, what do you do, Monica?"

"I'm a flight attendant, yeah." She nodded and smiled prettily.

"Oh, really. Must be nice, all that travel."

"Monica flies to Acapulco every weekend, you should see her tan!" I
grinned and I think Daddy blushed a little, but it was hard to tell.

"Uh-huh, well...I'll just have to believe you, Amy." He smiled
apologetically at Monica. "I better, uh...I'll get your dinner warmed
up, Amy. Er, did you eat yet? Monica would you like some,
uh...casserole, of some kind, I'm not sure." He laughed at himself.
"Amy's mom went to a Tupperware party, or something. Luckily for you."
He looked pointedly at me. "And she left us some microwave surprise."

"Oh, no thanks Mr. Welch, I'll grab a bite at home. I have a 4am
flight for Newark, so it's past my bedtime already."

"Oh, okay well...I'll heat some up for us then, Amy." He smiled at
Monica again. "Nice meeting you Monica. Mmmm...drive safe."

"I will, Mr. Welch. Goodnight." We watched my Daddy disappear into the
house and heard noises from the kitchen. "Well..." Monica smiled at me.

I hugged her, enjoying the cool stiffness of her leather jacket,
hiding the soft warmth hidden underneath. She leaned down to kiss me
and I responded eagerly. Her gloved fingers were in my hair as I
sucked her tongue, playing mine across it.

"When can I see you again?" I breathed, licking my lips and savoring
the taste of her.

"Friday night? I'll pick you up at seven, okay?" She kissed me again,
real quickly. "We'll go dancing." Her eyes twinkled in the soft glow
of the porch light.

"Okay." I nodded, smiling happily and wondering how I'd ever wait for
Friday!

=-=-=

end of My Strange Life

For those of you who read it this far and are disappointed that I am
not continuing the story, my apologies. I am sincerely appreciative of
your attention and interest and I hope you've enjoyed Amy's story.
There are a lot of loose ends, I know, and a lot of hints at other
episodes that could be told. To my mind, at least, Amy never does
consummate her incestuous affair with her Daddy. She does finally
seduce Tama, although the girl returns broken hearted to India with
her family. Daphne and Uncle Max are married with Amy as the maid of
honor and Spunky as the best man...er, best dog. Jenny and Amy's Mom
run away together and live in the East Village where they work with an
off-Broadway Lesbian BDSM acting troupe. Eva and Amy's Dad eventually
get married and they adopt a 16 year old Chinese girl named Ming
during their honeymoon. Brad and Jeff come out of the closet. Laura
visits Mexico during spring break and likes it so much she stays,
working the clubs with a donkey named El Grande. Miss Squires accepts
an offer to be the Vice-Principal at the first all-female military
school in Hawaiian history. Miss Holsum joins her as the school nurse.
Uncle Seymour meets a nice girl named Tammy, who is a very mature 11
year old, and he makes a fortune. He finally marries her on her 13th
birthday during a small and very private ceremony in an undisclosed
South American country. Monica initiates Amy into the Mile High Club
during a flight to Europe. A couple times, actually. And they rent a
small apartment on the Left Bank while Amy attends the Sorbonne.
Eventually she hopes to become a pornographer, working for a dollar a
page.

They really do live happily ever after.

Peace out - 7/30/04 manila .rr

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


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

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

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