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 Mff, ff, pros, preg

   This is a story of an underage girl who finds herself pregnant and soon
thrust into a dark world of new experiences...

   I hope you enjoy the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.

   All names and places and events are fictional.  Any resemblance to
people living or dead is purely coincidental.  This story is a work of
fiction, and the author does not condone any practices described in this
story.  Fantasy is fantasy, and reality is reality, please know the
difference.

   THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS by Blade c October, 2015

   "You know I wouldn't have to send you to the store if your mom would
stay home more often and not get stuck at her sister's house." I just
agreed with my dad but trust me I didn't want to be here either.  My mom's
escape was to go visit her sister; basically my only escape was when I went
to school.  We were basically white trash so we lived like white trash
thanks to my dad and his ways.  He drank the cheapest beer he could find
all day and read adult magazines, not that my dad could really read. 
Everywhere around the house they were: Voluptuous, Score, Gent, and more.
All magazines were of whores being paid to show their big tits or asses and
more.  Then this is where I failed dad again.  I was skinny as a rail and
had no tits so I really didn't even need a training bra at the age of
fifteen.  He would never let me forget that a real man wants a woman with
meat not someone ugly and skinny like me.  Yes a real ego booster my dad
was.

   "Here's twenty bucks and the list of food.  I don't want you taking all
day, when you get back you gonna have to fix me something to eat.  And
bring me my change back dammit!  Oh another thing, pick up the mail too."

   "Yes daddy I will be back as soon as possible," I told him as I walked
out the door.  The grocery store was six blocks away and I would take my
time walking over there and walking back.  Why would I want to rush back to
that rat hole and listen to my dad belch and fart and talk me down?  About
two blocks from the grocery store I heard the pipes and then some loud
music.  Looking towards the street I saw it was Johnny and his supped up
4X4.  Johnny was one of the most popular guys at school even though he
didn't go to school.  He always parked his truck across from the school
grounds in the vacant parking lot and it seemed like a bunch of guys and
gals were always gathered round.  Rumors were that he was a small time drug
dealer so who knows.  Then from what I had heard he had no lack of female
followers.

   Again I heard him rev the pipes on his truck trying to get my attention
again.  I looked back his way and he stopped and yelled out the window. 
"Come on get in I will give you a ride." Why in the world would he want to
do that?  I asked myself.  No one at school ever paid any attention to me.
I had never been on a date and so many of the other girls were always
teasing me and calling me trailer trash even though we didn't live in a
trailer.  Then the government subsidized apartment sure wasn't much better.


   "Thanks but I'm just going to the grocery store and I'm almost there."
He waved and drove off.  Actually he was kind of cute I thought.  Then when
you are fifteen and nobody wants you they all look cute.  Walking across
the parking lot I was bummed out as it was almost deserted.  Not that I
really liked people but when the store was crowded the shopping took longer
which is what I liked, staying away from what they call home.

   It doesn't take real rocket science to buy a bag of potatoes and eggs
and onions, plus five pounds of flour.  Walking out of the store I saw his
truck across the parking lot.  I acted like I didn't notice and walked
towards the street curb.  Then yes I heard his pipes again as he pulled up
aside me.  "Wanna ride now?"

   "No thanks I'm OK."

   By now he had stopped along side of me.  He leaned over and pushed the
passenger door open.  "Come on and hop in, I'll give you a ride home." I
had never ridden alone with a guy much less one who was a virtual stranger.


   Looking down at the street curb and then turning to look at him on
impulse I told him, "OK," and jumped in.  With zero clue as to what in the
world I was about to get into.

   "Hey you've probably heard about me my names Johnny." Well shy he
wasn't, arrogant yes plus.  "You know you're a pretty good looking gal,
what's your name?"

   Well in my entire life on this planet they call Earth no one had ever
looked twice at me much less said I was pretty good looking.  Yes a talker
he was.  I turned and looked at him and smiled and thought yea he really is
kind of cute.  "My name is Jessie, sometimes they call me Jess."

   "I like that.  Jessie like the song Jesse's girl." I had no clue as to
what song he was referring to but I liked what he said as well.  "Where do
you live?"

   Oh Gawd why did he have to ask that?  Then how else would he get me
home? "1312 West Bland," I mumbled out.

   "Where those crappy government apartments are at?"

   Looking straight through the windshield I nodded yes.  Then lowering my
head a bit I could see where my knuckles had gone white from clutching the
grocery bags so tight.  This is not going well, I thought.

   "So where do you go to school at?"

   Well at least he is not going to knock the apartments anymore for a
while.  "Valley High."

   "Hey I'm there almost every day!  How come I never seen you?"

   Well technically he was across the street from the school campus buy yes
everyone knew who Johnny was.  "I don't know," I answered and pointing, I
told him, "You can drop me off at the mailbox." Smoothly he drove up
alongside and I opened the door.  "Thanks for the ride I appreciate it."

   "Yes it was good getting to meet you maybe we can hook up one day?"

   I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Maybe."

   "Yeah I still like the sound of it, Jesse's girl, only you would be my
Girl."

   Closing the door I turned and went to get the mail.  It was mostly junk
mail then a manila envelope that most likely had another one of my dad's
porno magazines inside.  Now he would be telling me I should look like this
as he points to a picture of some naked bimbo.  Opening the door and
walking in I could see that my mom was back home.

   "Well it took you long enough.  Hurry up and give your mom those
groceries so she can fix me something decent to eat.  Where's my change? 
And you are just like your mom always dragging your feet."

   I handed my mom the two bags and reached into my back pocket and gave
dad the change and the receipt in case he challenged me on anything.  I
walked to my bedroom and shut the door.  My mom could put up with him if
she wanted to but I had my escape, my bedroom and a shut door.  I lay back
on my bed and thought a bit as to this Johnny guy.  I mean look not like
anything would ever happen but he could kind of be my way out of this hell
hole.

   I drifted to sleep only to be awakened by a knock on my door and my
mother's meek voice.  "Honey supper's ready, you need to come and eat with
us."

   Well around here there was no us.  When my dad sat down to eat it was
just that, he was going to eat.  I got more proof when I walked into the
kitchen and saw his dirty plate on the table and he was in his recliner
sucking on a cheap beer and looking at his latest girlie magazine.  So now
"us" was going to be me and mom as usual.  Then my mom could rarely run
more than two words out at a time.  My dad had broken her spirit many years
ago and I was determined that it would not happen to me.

   It was our basic meal, fried potatoes and onions and something else. 
This time some scrambled eggs.  Sometimes on the weekend my mom would make
homemade biscuits but that was becoming more and more of a rarity anymore.
I helped mom clean up the dishes and went back to my bedroom.

   Monday morning I was more anxious that normal to go to school.  Yes I
always looked forward to school because it was a means of getting away from
my dad but this morning I really wanted to get there and I had a butterfly
or two in my stomach.  Getting off the bus I looked around and then across
the street.  Yup there was Johnny and his truck and about a dozen kids
around it.  I walked into the building and went to my locker to get my
books and go to class.  The morning was uneventful.

   I was finishing up my lunch in the cafeteria, when Scott walked up to
me. One of the "privileges" of being white trash is that you ate your
school lunch for free.  I only knew Scott by name and he had never spoken
to me.

   "Hey Johnny told me to tell you that he wants you to go see him across
the street."

   A couple of the girls sitting next to me gave me weird looks, almost
dirty looks I felt.  I got up and scraped my tray out and decided why not.
Crossing the street I could see that the Johnny "crowd" had thinned a bit
as most were getting ready to go back to class.

   He caught sight of me walking up and changed his conversation to direct
it towards me.  "So, what?  Are you too good to come tell Johnny 'hi' now?"

   "No," I mumbled looking down.  "I was eating lunch."

   "You eat that crap they feed you in the cafeteria?  No wonder you're so
skinny."

   Yes I was skinny and he didn't need to remind me but it was also
probably the best meal I got all day.  "Sorry but the food is not all that
bad."

   "Probably not.  I was just kidding.  Come on over here and get closer so
Johnny can get a better look at you."

   I walked up to him and he smiled at me.  "You wanna go for a cruise?"

   "I need to get back to class."

   "Hey we'll be back in fifteen minutes.  Go around and hop in." As I
walked around and got in he started his truck and his fan club faded away.

   Well this was the start of the end for me.  Yes he had me back in
fifteen minutes just like he had promised.  Then after that, basically on a
daily basis we went somewhere, sometimes just a short cruise.  Other times
we went to his apartment and then I was ditching a few classes here and
there.  It did not take long and most everyone at school knew that Jessie
was Johnny's girl.  All of a sudden I had a lot of "friends".

   After about a week Johnny finally tried to kiss me.  It was not like I
was going to resist.  The fact was the only other person I had ever kissed
before was my mom and that was only the occasional peck on the cheek.  It
was very awkward but I started to relax more as time went on and started
looking forward to them.  I kept telling myself finally someone wants me.
As time went on there was more of ditching classes.  Lying to get out of
the house when at the street corner Johnny would be waiting for me.  There
was always a party of some sorts at his place.  After about a month he got
me to try pot.  I didn't like the smell and the taste was even worse.  So I
only tried it twice.  There was always plenty of beer sometimes the cheap
stuff like my dad drank and sometimes better quality.  Every once in a
while we would pass a bottle of wine around.  I liked the party atmosphere
even if I didn't really party.

   Johnny and I had basically been an item for about a month before he took
my virginity.  No there was no fireworks and sparklers and such going off
in my mind.  Then I felt so very loved and cherished as he slowly entered
me and we made love.  When it was all over we held each other in a deep
embrace and quickly found ourselves asleep in each other's arms.  After
that first time it was like two maybe three times a day.  We did not seem
to be able to get enough of each other.  My grades took a down spin as I
attended class less and less.  Then when school let out in May I had
somehow managed to eke out passing grades which was good.  Then I also
missed my period which was not good.

   When I told Johnny that I thought I might be pregnant he did not take it
well at all.  He thought that I should have been "smarter" than to allow
myself to get pregnant and how I might be screwing up his whole life.  I
was so devastated when he talked to me like that.  First I had thought that
he loved me unconditionally and now how I was bad for him.  My mind was in
a complete turmoil and I did not have any idea as to what to do.  One day
Johnny picked me up on the corner like always and took me to a drug store.
He handed me a twenty and told me to go get a pregnancy test kit inside.  I
did not want to buy the test kit and I really did not want to take the
test.

   We drove back to Johnny's place and I went into the bathroom and took
the test.  As I already knew, this only confirmed that I was pregnant. 
When I showed Johnny the results of the test he went ballistic and really
started yelling at me.  I knew that he was going to beat me but he never
laid a hand on me.  Worse yet he stormed out the door and left.  So this
was my first time to spend the entire night at Johnny's, only Johnny never
came back that night.  So I cried all night and got very little sleep.  I
had no clue what I was going to do and absolutely no one to turn to either.


   The next day Johnny came back about noon.  I could tell that he had been
drinking hard just looking at him, there was no need to smell all the
alcohol that he reeked of.  He went to the kitchen and made himself a
sandwich and went and turned the TV on.  He never looked at me or said a
word.  I sat there on the couch helpless and totally lost.  About a half
hour later I crawled across the floor to him and wrapped my arms around his
leg.  He put his hand out and ruffled my hair a bit like he used to.

   Later that afternoon we went and got a burger and fries.  I wasn't
really hungry but I knew that I had to get something to eat.  While we were
eating Johnny told me that I could move in with him and such since I was
pregnant with his kid.  I was all excited again as yes I told myself Johnny
does still love me.  After we ate Johnny went and dropped me off at the
usual spot.  I got out and slowly walked back to the apartment not knowing
what I was going to tell my parents.  Well dad actually as mom never said
anything.

   I still hadn't even closed the door when I could hear my dad screaming
at me and telling me what a whore I was and more as to not coming home the
night before.  I did not say anything to my dad I just glared at him and
went to my room.  I went and lay on my bed and went to sobbing again. 
Later, when it was dark, I heard a light rap on my door.  It was mom and
she wanted to come in and talk with me.  She sat next to me on the bed and
I went to sharing as to me being pregnant.  Then it was almost like she
already knew that and that my dad would not be happy at all with me.  He
was never happy with me anyhow so what difference would it make?

   We probably talked for a couple of hours.  Absolutely the longest
conversation we had ever had.  She gave me a kiss and a hug and told me how
much she loved me and went off to bed.  About half an hour later with a
pillow case filled with some clothes and such, I snuck out never to return.
It must have taken a couple of hours to walk all the way to Johnny's house
as the sun was now starting to peek out.  Johnny's truck was not there so
no Johnny, I assumed.  The apartment was locked but I knew where the spare
key was so I let myself in and went to sleep.

   About noon Johnny came home again.  This time he went to the bedroom and
crawled in with me.  He did snuggle up and I again felt so loved.  Things
went fairly well for the next month.  He was gone a lot but I had become
used to it by now.  Then one day he came home all worked up and telling me
how I had to get an abortion.  I didn't want an abortion.  The only person
in the world that I loved, except maybe my mom, was Johnny and I wanted to
have his baby.

   We argued about it all night.  He kept telling me how having a baby was
going to screw up his life and so forth.  That he had found a Doctor that
would perform the abortion but that I needed to get it done within the
month.  I figured that by now I was about five months along with Johnny's
baby.  So I was already over half way through my pregnancy and I did not
want to get an abortion.  I wanted to have Johnny's baby.  Then we fought
like cats and dogs over the issue and Johnny would not relent.  Finally he
told me that I had no choice and that the next week I would be going to
this Doctor's office after hours for my abortion.

   I wanted to run away and go somewhere but I had nowhere to go and I
could not go back home.  I became very withdrawn and found myself sleeping
a lot.  Late one night I found myself staring at the ceiling when I heard
some bangs on the door.  I put on one of Johnny's shirts and answered the
door.  It was Bart, one of Johnny's buddies.  He let himself in and turned
on the light and went to talking about one thousand miles an hour.  He told
me that Johnny had been messing around with Dutch's girl and that he had
caught them together and that he shot and killed Johnny.  I didn't believe
him so I had him tell me the story again.  Which he did and he added that
it would probably be best that I get out of the place before the cops and
stuff come snooping around.  He went to the fridge and grabbed the four
beers in there and left.

   My whole body was beyond numb and my brain seemed to be in a freeze
mode. I slowly made my way to the bedroom and again gathered all of my
stuff into the pillowcase.  I knew where Johnny kept a small stash of cash
so I dug it out.  After counting it I saw where there is a bit over six
hundred dollars, more money than I had ever had in my life.  So again I
found myself walking in the middle of the night, this time towards the bus
depot.  When I got there it was still dark and the bus depot was closed. 
Their hours were from six A.M.  to midnight.  I found a dark spot and sat
against the building.  I fell asleep dreaming the nightmare of losing
Johnny.  When I did wake up the sun was out and shinny.  I walked around
the building and made my way in.  I went to the desk and inquired about the
next bus to a town about three hundred miles away.  I suddenly realized
that in my fifteen years I had never even left this city once but I knew I
had to leave and never return.  The clerk told me it was a ten hour trip as
there would be a lot of stops in between.  I gave the clerk the money and
waited twenty minutes until the bus arrived and then we left.

   It was a long, hot, and noisy ride.  It seemed like the bus stopped
every hour on the hour at some small town to pick up a package or sometimes
to drop off a passenger.  When we reached the city I found myself scared
like never before.  I had absolutely no idea as to what I was going to do.
I got off the bus and saw all kinds of people scampering in all directions.
I looked around and saw nothing more than total chaos and I not having a
direction to turn in.  I found a seat and went and took it.  Now what was I
suppose to do?

   I saw a sign for the restrooms and went and walked in.  My eyes were
bloodshot from the lack of sleep and I looked horrible.  Just then a nun
came out from one of the bathroom stalls and went to wash her hands.  As
she was drying them she turned and looked at me.

   "Are you lost young lady?" I simply nodded my head yes.  "Do you have
anywhere to go?"

   This time I shook my head no and began to cry.  I felt the nun wrap her
arms around me as she held me tight.  I finally finished crying and she
released me.  Backing up a bit she gave me the once over.  "You're in a
motherly way aren't you?" I was barely starting to show my baby bump but
being skinny as a rail it did show.  This time I nodded yes.

   "Let's go with me I know just the place that is safe for a young lady
like yourself." She turned towards the bathroom door and I followed her. 
We got into her car, an older Buick that looked like it was ready to fall
apart.  Once on the street and driving away she went on to explain how she
worked at a Catholic Mission for runaways and pregnant girls and how there
was room for one more as she had just finished putting a young lady and her
child on the bus and headed back home.  So this chance meeting may be my
salvation?  I thought.  So here I had lost Johnny and now I would be
keeping my baby.  Well if there is a God he does work in mysterious ways.

   We drove up behind what I was to learn was the school combined with the
dormitories for what most would call wayward girls.  We went in through the
kitchen where I saw two nuns cleaning up along with three other obviously
pregnant girls.  I was introduced to them all and was soon taken a bowl of
hot oatmeal and a glass of juice.  After some more introductions I was
taken down a hall and shown what would now be my room.  My roommate I was
told was cleaning in the chapel and that I would be introduced to her when
she came in for lunch.  I put my few belongings up in the Chester drawer
provided for me and then the nun took me to be fitted for my dress or what
looked more like a smock.  All of the nuns dressed in one form and all of
the girls wore identical smocks.  I soon found myself changed and sweeping
in the dining room area.  Eating lunch I was formally introduced to
everyone.  There were twelve girls in total there, five of them already
having had their babies ranging from three months to a bit over two years
old.  There were four nuns ranging in age from twenty nine to almost
eighty. Then as I looked around at all of these strangers I finally
actually felt like I was at home.

   After lunch I was taken into Sister Ann's office and seated.  As I
looked around the office I could see how very plain and bare it was
furnished.  After about five minutes of waiting Sister Ann walked in and
greeted me as well as reintroduced herself.  She handed me some sheets of
paper to read and then sign basically giving me the rules and my duties and
that I was there voluntarily and that I could also leave any time I chose.
So more or less consent type forms as well as a guide for my new life here.


   It was Saturday afternoon and I had learned that once the cleanup is
done that everyone was free to do as they pleased until six Sunday morning
when we all must attend Mass and such.  Every day we would awaken by six
and all use the same shower.  Then from there we would have breakfast at
seven and a new day of chores and duties as well as schooling.  In the
center of the dorm was a large room where most everyone gathered.  I was
not a very outspoken person so I tended to shy away from meeting too many
people but at the same time I thought it was best.

   I was not officially on the roster but knew that would change once the
list of duties and chores was posted on Sunday morning.  Lounging on the
couch and trying to read some of the religious magazines I got to know
about half of the girls.  Some revealed more about themselves than others.
The one girl with the three month old baby sat on a chair and breastfeed a
small plump boy from her ample breasts.  I could see where he would have
plenty to eat but would my breasts bud at all?  So far they had shown no
growth where I thought that they should.

   Later we had supper and I opted to return to my room and think as to
what all might be up ahead for me.  I sat back on my bed and thought as to
how in the last six months or so I had gone from living in a dumpy
apartment with my parents to a so so party apartment with Johnny and now
this religious type of house with other pregnant girls.  Then and there I
made up my mind to make the best of this opportunity.  Just then I heard
the door open and in walked my roommate Meghan.  She had been gone since
lunch so we had not talked at all.  "So how is my new roomie doing?"

   I shrugged my shoulders and simply said, "OK I guess."

   "Well it's not too bad here really.  Once you get use to listening to
all of their religious crap and do like you are suppose to that is.  Then
when you have free time like on Saturday and Sunday afternoons, take
advantage of it.  I've been here almost four months.  I am supposed to pop
in two or three weeks.  Rita my roommate who just left was here a little
over two years.  She left this morning and is moving back in with her
parents and going to enroll in college she wants to be an RN.  Anyhow she
got her high school diploma here so that is all good."

   "Where do we go to school at?  They didn't say anything about that to
me."

   "It is kind of like a home school only in a group like setting.  Monday
one of the nuns will sit down with you and set up a curriculum and set your
classes.  Say like English class there may be six of us in that class, then
in math only four.  Anyhow one nice thing about it is that usually you are
all finished up before noon and you do learn a lot more than if you were in
a public school.  Any questions and the nun will be there to work with you
and we have a pretty neat library which you have not seen yet.  Once you
get used to it you will really like.  Then on the downside in our so called
free time the nuns always have plenty of work for us."

   "So I guess that you like it here then?"

   "Like I said it is not too bad once you get use to it.  Like learning to
go to sleep early because six comes way too early unless you are on kitchen
duty then it is 5:30, which is probably what you and I will be on Monday
morning.  Well I am tired as I was pretty busy at the park this afternoon.
If you don't mind I am going to turn off the light and get some sleep and I
suggest you do the same."

   "Thanks, goodnight," I told her as I pulled my sheets back.  Once in bed
it did not take two minutes before I was out; it had been a long couple of
days but I knew things would be looking up for me.

   Meghan was right six o'clock does come much too early.  Walking down the
hall with towels in hand we went to the communal showers.  The girl who had
been breast feeding her baby yesterday was already under one shower head
and washing her hair and waved hello to me and smiled.  Other than Johnny
no one else had ever seen me naked.  I did not want to take my smock off
but what choice did I have?  Meghan's voice broke through the sound of the
showers.

   "Hey you better hurry up and get into the shower.  You gotta be showered
and dressed and in the dining area by seven."

   I nodded OK and slowly took my smock off.  There were only eight of us
there.  Then I remembered that the other four missing ones were fixing us
our breakfast.  Luckily I didn't see anyone staring at me as I rinsed my
hair.  Then drying off and looking in the mirror I could see where I was
still skinny as a rail with a baby bump and no tits.

   Meghan and I made it back to our room.  I watched as she got dressed. 
Yes she wasn't lying she was about ready to pop maybe even explode, I
thought.  Then she had such enormous tits with large, dark areolas and long
nipples.  Looking between her legs I could see a huge patch of dark black
hair that looked more like a rug.  We all had the same "special" smock that
we wore on Sundays so I slipped into mine and we went to have our
breakfast. We all walked together to Mass at nine o'clock.  After Mass it
was back to the dorms and lazy time basically.  We had a light lunch at
noon and we were all then free until five when we had our supper followed
by a bible study.

   Monday morning after breakfast I returned to Sister Ann's office and
awaited her again.  I had a few more papers to sign so they could get my
records from my old high school.  She handed me some books and papers and a
pen and a pencil.  She lead me to that closed door which I now found out
was the library.  It was actually quite beautiful and quiet as well in
there.  She had me sit at one table and gave me a small stack of papers. 
She told me that I had until eleven to do all of the tests.  She handed me
bottled water and told me where the bathroom was and left me alone.  Thus
began my first official day as a student.

   Meghan was right the nuns never ran out of things for us to do.  The
first week flew by and I was really enjoying getting to know the rest of
the girls and the nuns as well.  Saturday after lunch Meghan asked me if I
wanted to go with her to the park.  I was really enjoying the solitude so I
declined and spent a very lazy afternoon half in my room and half in the
lounge.  It was always quiet and peaceful and I really needed that.  Just
before supper Meghan returned and she was all smiles.  She shared that she
had a busy afternoon and was glad for it.  Later that evening while we were
lying in our beds I could not hold back any longer as the curiosity was
consuming me.  "Meghan can I ask you a question?"

   "Sure, why not."

   "Last week you came back tired from the park.  This afternoon you came
back smiling and said you were busy.  Just what do you do at the park?"

   "I make money mostly."

   "Can I ask make money how?"

   "Yes you can as I have a business proposal for you.  Then this will have
to be 100% hush, hush.  Do I have your word on that?"

   A business proposal, hush, hush, what is going on here?  I rolled to my
side and propped my head on my hand.  "Yes I can keep a secret.  What is
this secret anyhow?"

   "OK now please this is between us only.  If the nuns ever found out we
would both be thrown out of here and on the streets.  When I go to the
park...  well there are some men that you could say like me.  So I let them
do some things to me and they pay me."

   I was shocked as hell.  First Meghan was bigger than a nickel balloon,
who would want to touch someone that pregnant?  Not that she wasn't fairly
good looking I just thought why?  So I imagined that she was having sex
with some dirty old men for money, how disgusting was that?  Worse yet how
would I ever fit into her business proposal?  But the curiosity stayed
there and I begged another question.  "Can you be a bit more specific?"

   "Well about three months ago I started walking to the park for a bit of
fresh air as well as exercise.  The first time I was there an older man
kept eyeing me and really creeping me out but not in a bad way as he had
such a nice and sincere smile.  Later he asked if he could sit with me at
the bench and if we could chat a bit.  It was an open place and I thought I
was safe.  We started with simple chit chat as to the weather and such. 
Then he went to complimenting me on how beautiful he thought I was as he
thought pregnant Ladies just seemed to always glow as they smiled.  Well
here I was thinking that I was turning into some big fat 'ol sow and he
liked that?  Slowly he led the conversation to sex but not vivid just
enough so that I knew what he was saying yet not being too explicate
either. Then almost out of the blue he asks me a question `Have you ever
given anyone a blow job?'

   "I was like wow, did I just hear this correctly?  I couldn't help but
start laughing.  He waited until I calmed down and then he asked, `Well,
have you?' I nodded yes and he asked if I would give him one.  I was almost
floored and then he added it will be a quick twenty bucks for you.  As I
was trying to sort all this out he stood up and told me, `Come on I know
where there is a secluded place nearby.' For whatever reason, I followed
him.  It was a couple of hundred feet off the main path.  It was nothing
but thick overgrown bushes so we were hidden quickly.  I got on my knees
and undid his pants and quickly sucked him off.  So in less than five
minutes I was twenty dollars richer."

   "Meghan I think that's gross!  A dirty old man and all and for money,
only a whore would do that."

   "Well I don't think that I am a whore, a slut maybe, but not a whore."

   Whore, slut, what difference did it make?  "Well you're crazy if you
think I am going with you to suck off dirty old men.  Heck I have never
even sucked a man's whatever before.  So forget that business proposal."

   "No the business proposal is not about sucking off strangers.  Today I
was telling one guy as to how my new roommate was so pathetically skinny
and with a baby bump and he got all excited about it.  Then if we do it, it
will have to be in the next weekend as I am now due to pop in two weeks."

   "I still don't see where I fit into this business proposal BS?"

   "So OK, this guy wants us to do a photo shoot together.  You know two
young pregnant girls posing and stuff like that, then he wants to take
pictures of you nursing on my cow udders and then fisting me."

   I had never touched another give much less sucked on cow udders.  So I
asked her, "What is fisting?"

   Meghan started laughing and then continued, "Well you are so naive
aren't you?  Fisting is when someone else sticks their hand up another
girl's cunt.  Hey I have even seen some pictures of a fist in a girl's
ass."

   "Gawd that is so gross, why do you have to use such nasty words? 
Besides, there is no way someone can get their hand inside someone's
vagina. Plus even if you could I don't want to touch your baby's head."

   She started laughing again and went to coughing for a bit.  "Well I had
my cunt fisted when I was younger so yes it is easily possible and no you
are not going to touch my baby's head as the baby stays inside of the
uterus until I am ready to pop him.  Don't you know anything about girl's
insides?"

   I was leery but curious as I looked back at her.  "Yes I know some stuff
but this all sounds so icky."

   "Well it's not icky and I really could use the money and I need to do
this photo shoot before I pop which is real soon."

   "How much money are we talking about?"

   "The guy said $500.00 for a two hour photo shoot.  So that comes out to
$250.00 each for only two hours of being naked together, no blow jobs or
touching dirty old men.  Besides you have never even sucked a man's cock
though I cannot even believe that.  If we go over the time limit and they
want more well more money for us."

   I started thinking as I did have the money that I took when Johnny was
killed but I had spent some of it.  Then once I have my baby and get out of
here I would need some start up money to rent a place and buy baby clothes
and food and so much more.  "I still don't think I can get my hand up your
vagina.  How much time do I have to think this over?"

   "Well I will see the guy tomorrow at the park and he wants to see you as
well to make sure that you are real.  Hey come over to my bed and let's put
your hand to the test.  I've even got some lotion to make it easier."

   "OK I'll try it but only because I like the idea of having some money
when my baby is born.  Then won't the nuns be suspicious because we have
money?"

   I was getting out of my bed when she answered, "Well my parents write me
every so often so I can just tell them that my parents sent me the money."

   That comment also brought up the painful memory of my mom.  It probably
wouldn't be a bad idea to send her a letter of some sorts, I thought to
myself as Meghan pulled the sheets back and opened her legs wide.  Gawd,
she was a big girl!  Maybe I could get my hand inside of her.

   "You know if you would eat my cunt a bit it would get me wetter."

   "I ain't sucking no dirty old man so don't even go there about your
vagina!"

   "Well that's your loss as you don't know what you are missing." She
reached under her bed and pulled out a tube of some lube.  "Here give me
your hand and let me rub some lube on it and then I will put some on my
cunt."

   I was more shocked than anything.  Then here I was sitting between her
legs and staring at her hairy bush as she rubbed lotion on my hand.  "OK
now try and put two fingers inside my cunt."

   I still didn't like that word but it wasn't as vulgar now as it was a
few minutes earlier.  My two fingers slipped in with ease and quickly
disappeared.  She told me to work them in and out and then to add a third
finger.  Meghan's breathing was getting heavier so I knew that she was
getting excited and I was kind of getting more interested now as well.  "OK
now pull your fingers out and bunch them all together with your thumb and
try and slip your whole hand up my cunt."

   Pulling my fingers out of her I could see where there was a gape of
sorts down there so maybe I could get my whole hand in there.  Now this was
getting interesting, I thought.  Meghan put some more lube on herself and
worked it around.  "OK now I want you to fist me and to fist me good."

   I didn't know what she meant by "fist me good" but now I did want to see
her vagina swallow up my hand if only for a few seconds.  I would get my
hand in up to my knuckles no problem and then no more.  Meghan put some
more lube on my hand and told me to push harder.  I did like she said and
she began to push against my hand as well.  Then my hand slipped in and all
I could hear Meghan say was, "Oh Gawd!  Oh Gawd!  Oh Gawd!  She had
literally swallowed my hand and it felt weird as her muscles clenched
around my wrist.  "Now make your hand into a fist and work it in and out of
my cunt.  I really want to cum now as you fist fuck me."

   Meghan had already begun rubbing herself and was like kind of in a
frenzy of sorts.  I had never even dreamed this stuff much less thought of
ever participating in such a filthy act.  I had my hand in a fist and I was
working it back and forth until I would hit something (I would later learn
it was her cervix) and the more I did it the more crazy Meghan seemed to
go. This probably only went on for a couple of minutes when finally I
couldn't move my hand anymore as she was clamped down against it and began
to shudder as she frantically rubbed herself and then I thought she had
died but then her breathing returned.

   "Oh my Gawd that was incredible, Thank You!  Thank You!  Thank You!"

   By now I was actually kind of scared.  This had been too much too fast.
I felt as her "grip" on my wrist loosened up.  Slowly I opened up my fist
and slid my hand out from inside of her.  Once my hand was out and free and
clear I quietly got up and returned to my bed.  As I lay down and closed my
eyes I could hear a light snore coming from Meghan's bed.

   The next morning we woke up and really didn't say anything to each
other. On the way to the showers Meghan leaned over and whispered to me,
"My fucking cunt is so damn sore and I love the way that it feels.  I owe
you big time." I didn't respond nor did I even look at her.  I just stared
straight ahead and kept on walking.  It was a nice breakfast and then
lunch. I was sitting alone on the couch when Meghan walked up to me.

   "Well are we going to meet the guy at the park?"

   This question had been nagging at me all morning long.  I had to admit
to myself that I was a bit intrigued as to the exchange Meghan and I had
had last night.  Then the idea of doing something like that for an audience
and them taking pictures of it all as well?  I knew that it was totally
wrong but the dollar signs kept overruling me there.  I nodded yes and put
the magazine down.  I got up and we walked out the door.

   On the way to the park we were both basically silent.  Then the warm sun
felt good as well as the fresh smell of the outside even if there was a bit
of smog mixed in.  About a block from the park as we were getting ready to
cross the street Meghan grabbed my hand and squeezed it.  "Try to relax and
not look too nervous.  Hey I am a bit nervous too."

   She led me to a park bench where we sat down.  After about a minute she
started up again and pointed to where the first old man was when they first
met and then further away to a large clump of bushes where she gave
different guys blow jobs and so forth.  This really was TMI in my opinion
but I continued to listen.  After a few minutes of Meghan rambling on as to
her exploits and so forth, suddenly almost out of the blue there was a very
eloquently dressed man standing in front of us.  He smiled at Meghan and
then looked directly at me.

   "So this is the roommate that you told me about?"

   Meghan smiled and nodded as she said, "Yes Sir."

   "Come, let's go to the vendor and grab ourselves refreshment; we can
talk as we go." Actually he did almost all of the talking and heavily
emphasizing how everything will be safe and so forth and how he was really
looking forward to watching us do a joint shoot next weekend.  We all got
an ice cream bar and started walking down one of the park paths.  Then the
conversation switched towards me.

   "So Jessie, just how old are you?  It is Jessie is it not?"

   "Yes I am Jessie and I am fifteen."

   He stopped so we all stopped.  "Go next to that play set and stand
there." It was about twenty feet away.  I went and stood and looked at
them. He had a half smile on his face.  "OK, now give us a sideways pose."
I turned to my side and his smile really opened up.  "Beautiful, simply
beautiful," he said and motioned to me and we continued our walk.

   "Jessie have you ever been fisted before?"

   I was startled by the question and I knew my reply although I think it
came out a bit harsh.  "Of course not!"

   "Well you might want to consider it.  It could mean that next weekend's
photo shoot might be worth $1,000.00 versus the $500.00 that Meghan and I
had agreed upon."

   As we reached the curb, a dark blue limousine with blacked out windows
pulled up beside us.  The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a
fifty dollar bill.  He handed it to Meghan.  "Here consider this an extra
bonus for our nice walk in the park." The back door opened and the man got
in and the car drove away.

   We turned around and began walking back in the direction from where we
had come from.  We had walked about half way back when Meghan tugged on my
shoulder.  Pointing to an old man she said, "Hey that is one of my
regulars. Let's go give him a blow job before we go back home." I just
stopped and froze and gave her a hard stare.  "OK I know you don't know
how. Then you have got to learn some time.  If nothing else you can watch."
She grabbed my hand and we walked up to where the old man was sitting.  He
smiled at Meghan and nodded at me.

   "OK there are two of us this afternoon so the price is going to be
thirty bucks." He nodded OK to Meghan and got up and the three of us made
it to the big clump of bushes.  We followed the little trail into the
center and Meghan knelt in front of the old man and motioned me next to
her. I knelt down as I watched Meghan unzip his pants and take his thing
out.  It wasn't hard like I figured it would be but Meghan quickly changed
all of that.  After watching her for maybe two minutes Meghan told me,
"Here at least lick it a little bit." She then pointed it at me.

   I felt repulsed as I did not want my mouth or tongue touching that thing
then I thought maybe it is not all that bad.  So I closed my eyes and
leaned forward and stuck my tongue out.  Soon enough my tongue found its
target and I slowly licked on it.  It really didn't taste bad although it
smelled a little musky.  I opened my eyes and saw Meghan licking from the
other side.  We kind of looked into each other's eyes.  Then she took his
thing and put it in her mouth and she went to sucking even harder.  The old
man was now starting to moan a bit.

   She pulled her head back and pointed it towards me.  I tried to get it
into my mouth but I was truly not yet trained in that department.  I worked
the head of it as best I could for a few seconds.  Meghan pulled my head
back and went back to feasting on it.  The moans from the old man were
growing louder and louder until he seemed to be shaking a bit as he put his
hand behind Meghan's head.  I could see her throat working like it was
swallowing something.  She pulled it out of her mouth and licked it a
couple of times and then kissed it and put it back in his pants.  Once it
was "safely" away she zippered him back up.  Meghan stood so I followed and
stood up as well.  She turned to walk off and I followed, leaving the old
man all alone in a clump of bushes.

   We walked out of the clump of bushes and across the park.  At the corner
as we were waiting for the light to change so that we could cross the
street, she took my hand again and then we walked across.  About half way
back to our rooms she released my hand and reached into her smock pocket
and pulled out the money.  She handed me the thirty dollars and pocketed
the fifty.  I slipped mine into my smock pocket and she spoke for the first
time since leaving the park.  "Well could you use the extra money I just
gave you?" I thought on it as we continued walking.  Then she added on,
"Should you decide and we do the fisting as one way fisting great!  But if
we do double fisting then it's twice as good.  What do you think of the
proposal the old man gave us?"

   I continued to think as I was still a bit bewildered by it all.  Then I
did like the idea of me being able to hoard some money away.  Plus it
really was kind of exciting fisting Meghan last night and she really seemed
to have gotten off on it.  Then having to suck the old man's thing wasn't
quite as gross as I had first thought.  My main concern now was could she
actually get her fist inside of me and did I want it?  As we turned and
walked into the dormitories I told her we would discuss it after supper.  I
felt that I really needed more time to think on it.

   In the main front room most of the girls were lounging around in small
groups.  The one girl was sitting alone in a chair and her baby suckling on
her ample breast.  She smiled and waved like she always did.  She had an
ever present smile and always seemed so happy.  Would I be like that?  For
supper we had a big pot roast and boiled potatoes and green beans.  It all
hit the spot off really well.  Another advantage being here with my new
family is that the food was far better than the blah meals my mom use to
cook.  That thought also reminded me that I did need to write her.  After
supper I asked Meghan and she told me where the writing paper and the
envelopes were.  She added that the Sisters allowed us one free stamp per
week, which would work well.  I went and found an isolated desk and sat to
write.

   I started off in the top left hand corner with the typical "Dear Mom",
and then I sat for ten minutes trying to figure out what to write.  Slowly
a few words were put to ink.  After a few paragraphs I could not think of
anything more to write.  I folded the paper and put it in the envelope and
addressed it, all this time thinking yes she was my mom but was she really
my mom?  Other than the last conversation that we had the night I left
home, we had never really ever had a talk.  Even when I had my first
menstruation and told her about the bleeding, she just went to the bathroom
and brought out a box of tampons and sanitary napkins and handed them to
me. She never bothered to explain anything or say anything.  Then I had
heard other girls at school talking and complaining about their periods and
so forth so at least I had a clue of sorts.  All that my mom basically ever
seemed to do was sit in a corner and wait for a badgering from my dad.  My
dad had truly broken whatever type of woman that she may have been.  I
vowed that my child would be my center focus and that no one would ever
take that away from me.  I got up and walked back to my room.

   "Geesh were you writing a letter or a manuscript?" Meghan greeted me as
I entered the room.  Meghan was already in bed and completely naked.  I put
the letter next to my bed and I heard her again.  "Hurry up and get naked
too, we got a lot of stuff to do if we want to make some quick money next
weekend." I wasn't sure if I really wanted to go through with it now but
the word money always seemed to alter my thinking.  I got undressed and
walked towards Meghan's bed.  I was still a bit self conscious as to being
naked in front of others but gradually getting used to it.  I mean I see
them so I guess they should be able to see me as well.

   "Come on get in bed I want you to suck some milk out of my big 'ol
udders." There was no doubt as to her udders, as she called them, being
big; it kind of reminded me of some of those big fat girls with enormous
tits in my dad's magazines.  Only this was a bit nastier I thought to
myself.  Without thinking I got in bed with her and slid myself to one of
her tits.  I watched as she grabbed it and then kind of fed it to me much
like the one girl earlier this evening with her baby.

   "Oh yes baby, suck my milk out," Meghan told me.  It did not take long
before I was suckling away and soon had the sweet taste of Meghan's milk.
Actually it wasn't nearly as bad as I had once thought.  Meghan ran her
fingers through my hair and I was feeling so relaxed.  After a few minutes
she switched tits and I began the process all over again.  She seemed to
have an endless supply of momma milk for me.

   "Thank You sweet heart," Meghan said as she pulled her nipple from my
mouth.  "That is such a relief; my tits go to hurting so bad when they are
all filled with milk like that.  Whew I feel so much better.  Now go to
your bed so that I can pleasure you."

   I got up and was walking to my bed as I thought how does she intend to
pleasure me?  I just lay on the bed like I was going to go to sleep only on
top of the covers this time.  I watched as big Meghan came lumbering
towards me and my bed.  "OK lie on your back and open up buttercup," Meghan
instructed me.  I lay on my back and stared at Meghan.  "Open your legs
silly, how else am I going to taste that little slit of yours?"

   I really wasn't too sure of this and then Meghan kind of put it all in
place.  "How else you going to learn to getting fisted if you don't get a
little wet?  Besides I have wanted to taste you since the first time I saw
you, now close your eyes and relax." I closed my eyes like she said but the
relaxing part was a whole new area there.

   I thought that I had jumped through my skin when I first felt her tongue
on my vagina, then as she continued to lick and lick I also began to relax
a bit.  After a few minutes I felt her trying to put a finger in me.  "Gawd
girl, you're a tight one, sure you're not still virgin?"

   I patted my belly to assure her that I wasn't.  She pulled her finger
out and went back to eating me.  This time she had a bit more vigor and I
was starting to really enjoy it now.  She would give me sweet little bites
and tugs with her teeth.  Stick her tongue in me and wiggle it around. 
Without realizing it I soon found myself releasing soft moans as the
pleasure built up.  I started to move my pelvis and lightly hump into
Meghan's hungry mouth, kind of like when Johnny and I made love.  Only this
time it was a nine month pregnant Amazon girl that I was making love with.
I have no clue how long Meghan teased and kissed and bit on me but I wanted
it to last a very long time.  Then I could feel the pleasant pleasure
building up in me.  My breath was now coming in short gasps.  My ribs were
brushing against my non-existent breasts, and sweat was building up on me.

   Without realizing it I found myself using both hands to press Meghan's
face even tighter against my vagina.  I began to hump a bit more and then
to buck against her face.  I could feel something coming but I was not sure
what it was.  Now I was mumbling like I was a bit delirious.  Then a flood
of emotions came all over me and I was getting the most wonderful sensation
ever.  I froze with my hips arched in the air and slowly released my grip
on the back of Meghan's head.  Slowly I allowed myself to collapse back
unto my bed as I found myself gasping for air and then followed by the
"Thank You!  Thank You!  Thank You!"

   "My pleasure girly," Meghan replied.  "You have an awfully good tasting
cunt and I cannot believe how incredibly tight you are.  Try and get some
sleep sweetie, we have a full week of bedtime extra curriculum activities
to catch up on if we are going to make all that money this coming weekend."
I felt a light kiss on my lips.  I rolled over and went to sleep without
ever covering myself.

   I woke up the next morning a bit early.  I covered myself not because I
was being modest but because it was a bit cool in the room.  I was now at
the point where I did not feel modesty would play again as a part of me.  I
looked over at Meghan, she was sound asleep and her enormous tits were
looking to be all swelled up.  Then my mind raced back to the events of
last night.  Yes I had been told to suck on Meghan's tits as I never would
have thought of it or even volunteered to do so.  Then it all felt so
natural and once her sweet milk began to flow it was even very enjoyable. A
nice calm had come to me as I relaxed in the comfort of her warm flesh as
she stroked my hair.

   Then, again, being told, Meghan had me go to my own bed and await her. I
felt the shock and almost repulsiveness when her tongue first went across
my vagina.  However, quickly she put me at ease and I allowed her to
pleasure me...  to pleasure me to the point that my hips were arched in the
air as I pressed her firmly against my vagina.  Then I guess one more
mystery was solved as well, that of reaching an orgasm.  Yes I had heard
the girls at school talk about them.  Some had never had one, others as to
how great they felt, and then some that said they were so overrated.  I
could only rate one on my only experience but they were far from being
overrated in my not so humble opinion.

   I looked at the clock and it was time to get up.  As I arose I realized
that I had slept totally in the nude.  Something new to me but it did feel
good.  Even when I slept with Johnny I would usually put on one of his Tee
shirts.  Then now I didn't even want to put my smock dress on and go take a
shower, I wanted to parade myself down the hall wearing only a smile as I
allowed others to view me.  As I was daydreaming this Meghan woke up and
told me, "Well this is a first you waking up before me."

   I looked at her and smiled and nodded yes.  "Well Thanks to you I slept
much better than normal."

   "I know what you mean; I was just paying you back from the night before.
We had best get in the shower, it's going to be a long week in addition to
our new bedtime exercises."

   We both threw our smocks on and went out to take our morning shower. 
The day went by quickly as there was basically no idle time for me.  My
school lessons, some homework, then lunch followed by an afternoon of
polishing silver.  After supper I lolled around the front room for a few
minutes and chit chatted a bit.  Much like the night before Meghan was
already in bed only this time she was completely naked and putting
something in and out of her vagina.

   "Girl I thought I was going to have to get off without you.  You sure
can drag your feet at times." As she was talking I was undressing.  As I
walked towards her bed she already had one overflowing tit awaiting me. 
This time I did not need any instructions so quickly I was suckling away
and tasting her sweet milk.  After I had finished her second tit Meghan
took a short break from her soft moans and spoke directly at me.  "OK now
it is your turn to eat my cunt."

   This was something I had in the back of my mind but something that I did
not want to think of either.  I just looked at her and shook my head no. 
Then I told her, "I don't think I want to go there."

   "Oh yes you do silly, didn't you like the way I ate your cunt last
night?"

   "Yes it felt unbelievable and you keep using that nasty word.  Plus look
at all of that hair that you have what if I swallow some of them?"

   Meghan went to laughing and then told me, "Well girly you always have
the choice of swallowing them or spitting them out.  Now hurry up and put
your tongue to work on my cunt and yes it is a cunt and so is yours.  We
aren't virgin little girls anymore so no pussy and no vagina, just fucking
cunts that need to be properly used."

   I slid down and got between her legs.  Her cunt did look massive as it
was all puffy and fat.  Well at least for her yes it was a cunt because
like she said it was no longer a pussy or vagina and yes it did need to get
properly used.  Once I was in position to start licking on Meghan I noticed
the smell.  Well it really wasn't an unpleasant smell, more of a light
musky odor.  Then as I learned to lick Meghan better the more arousing I
was finding that musk odor.  I will admit that I was getting instructions
of sorts from Meghan but I was also enjoying finding my own way.

   After a couple of minutes, much like a couple of nights before, I could
hear Meghan as her mumblings got louder and her breathing harder.  I will
admit that I was very tempted to try and fist Meghan again but she had not
instructed me so.  Then I could feel myself getting a bit damp as well
knowing what pleasure I was giving Meghan.  Again much like two nights
earlier I felt and watched as Meghan reached her climax and saw her soft
smile of glee afterwards.  "Come up here baby let me hold you for a bit."

   Dutifully I climbed up and went into her outstretched arms.  Meghan
dozed for a few short minutes and I just basked in the pleasure I had given
her.  Upon waking up she gazed at me and gave me a soft kiss on my
forehead. "Come on let's get to your bed we don't have much time in getting
your cunt stretched." She released me and I got up and made it to my bed.
This time I didn't need any instructions or anything.  I smoothed out the
sheets and lay on my back legs spread and waiting.

   "Well either you are a fast learner or a natural slut, girl." Meghan so
"pleasantly" told me.  "Either way try to relax; I am going to get this
dildo in you in a bit."

   I must have made a face of sorts as Meghan laughed again.  "Don't worry
sweetie, yes it is the same one that was in my cunt earlier.  Hey my cunt
is clean as you should know you just got finished eating it."

   I didn't reply as I watched Meghan get between my legs and slowly begin
licking me.  Almost immediately I started feeling and enjoying the
sensations.  After a minute or so I could feel her inserting a finger
inside of me.  Then she was trying for two with almost no luck.  Meghan
quit what she was doing and got up and pulled out the lube.  Re positioning
herself between my legs she slathered the lube across my cunt.  Oops, did I
just refer to it as my cunt?  Anyhow it felt great and soon she was easily
inserting two and then three fingers much to my pleasure.  Now she got the
dildo and lubed it up as well.  Slowly but surely she finally had it easily
sliding in and out of my cunt.  Closing my eyes I was trying to compare it
to the size of Johnny's cock but couldn't quite picture the two of them
together.  I knew that I was getting closer to another cum when she
suddenly stopped.

   "Wow girl you sure do have a tight one.  If you didn't have that baby
bump on your belly we could probably pass you off as a twelve year old
virgin.  Bet you'd go for a lot of money then."

   I wasn't quite sure what she meant but I wish she hadn't stopped fucking
me with the dildo though.

   "OK sweetie we are going to leave the dildo in you all night and I will
take it out of you in the morning.  Don't worry about your cunt getting all
stretched out and flabby.  As skinny as you are, it will be tighter than a
mouse's ear in no time.  Not sure who it was that knocked you up but he
must have had one small cock."

   Meghan went up a bit and kissed both my nipples and then plodded off to
her bed.  This time I covered myself.  She didn't have to be so mean as to
Johnny, I thought to myself.  Then how would I know if he was small or not.
His was the first real cock that I had ever seen or felt.  I was enjoying
the idea of my cunt being stretched though.  This was the first night of
our week long bedtime "sex"capades.

   Before I realized it we were cleaning up after our Saturday lunch. 
Meghan and I headed out the door and walked towards the park.  As much as
Meghan tried she just could not get her hand up my cunt.  She came very
close a couple of times but like they say no banana.  So yes even I was
disappointed in that fact.  Then yes my cunt had stretched a bit as each
night the dildo went in easier and easier.  Finally last night in
exasperation Meghan came up with an idea that I didn't like initially.  She
wanted me to self fist myself.  I was not at all keen on the idea but she
thought that maybe since she could not fist me the old guy would like
watching me fist myself as I fisted Meghan.  Well it took a few tries and a
lot of lube and yes I finally freaked myself out and got my own fist in my
own cunt.  Actually it felt really nice and nasty as well.

   Again Meghan grabbed my hand and we made our way across the street and
into the park.  This time the old guy was there at the park bench awaiting
us.  He stood up with a smile and greeted us.  "It is so good to see the
two of you.  I was afraid that you may have changed your mind." Meghan
shook her head no so I followed suit.  "Come on let's go this way the car
is awaiting us."

   We walked to the other corner of the park him making small talk.  There
was the same car as before.  Only this time Meghan and I would be getting
in as well.  Once we were seated he opened a small fridge and took out a
couple of bottles of some type of sparkling water and offered it to us.  I
really wasn't thirsty but my mouth was awfully dry as I was nervous as all
get out to be honest.  Both Meghan and I took a bottle and said Thank you.
He reached in and opened himself some type of beer.  I had never even heard
of such a brand.

   What seemed like twenty minutes later we pulled into what looked like an
abandoned warehouse complex.  Now I was really scared as all kinds of bad
things were now going through my mind.  The old guy must have realized this
as he reassured us that we were very safe and that he would "need" us again
for more shoots and such.  So now my mind went back to thinking of
additional money and I was able to relax a bit more.

   A large garage door opened and the limousine went in.  In a far corner
was an area that seemed to be cut off by some large sheets of some type of
fabrics but you could see it had a lot of lights on inside as well.  Once
the limousine stopped a man came out and opened the back door and let all
three of us out.  The old guy and the man walked towards the entrance and
Meghan and I followed.  Once inside there were lights everywhere, and it
kind of looked like a movie set or something of that nature.  So I felt
better as it was not all sleazy like I had pictured it.  There were two
guys behind some type of video film equipment while the third was holding a
fancy looking camera.

   The old guy pointed at what looked like a living room set and told us.
"OK the two of you go over there and slowly start getting each other
undressed.  We are going to want to get a lot of pictures of this procedure
so be ready for instructions on standing a certain way or changing
positions and such.  Now hurry up as our time is limited." Thus began my
first photo shoot for money.

   Right away the old guy started directing us and telling us what to
do."OK Meghan pull your dress halfway up your belly and face towards me. 
Initially we are going to want a lot of pictures.  Yes that's it about two
inches higher.  Now Jessie put your hand on her belly.  Good now Jessie,
pull your dress up and the two of you touch pregnant bellies.  Great that
looks so hot!"

   So for the next twenty minutes or so we found ourselves in various poses
and exposure which I was finding a bit exciting that someone was actually
taking pictures of a skinny pregnant me.  Of course the fact that Meghan
was sharing and it was all so nasty made me excited plus.  We moved from
the living room scene to what was more like a bedroom scene only with baby
stuff all around.  By now both Meghan and I were naked and I was really
finding myself enjoying being exposed.  I kind of thought back to my dad's
magazines and all those whores in them and I told myself hey maybe it's not
so bad being a whore especially if you are getting paid for it.  I mean why
not if someone is willing to pay and everything is consensual?

   There were some baby dolls in the crib and the director would have us
put them to our tits (well Meghan's actually as I still had no tits just a
growing baby bump which the old guy said was pretty hot), anyhow like we
were breastfeeding them and so forth.  Then he had me suckling on Meghan's
enormous tits which I was really looking forward to doing.  Sometimes he
had her sucking on one of her own and my lips trying to cover the other
one. Then Meghan working her nipples and squirting her sweet mother's milk
on my face and then my flat tits and even on my cunt.  All of this milk
play went on for quite a while.  I kept thinking if Meghan was ever going
to run out of milk?  Then she does have some enormous tits or udders like
she calls them, so no telling just how much milk they could actually hold.
I know that so far I hadn't been able to suck them dry and I had tried.

   Next the director, old guy, wanted us to start playing with some dildos
and such using them on each other and then on ourselves.  There must have
been about thirty or forty of them in the basket, all kinds of shapes and
sizes.  One (that I found one about later) was actually a replica of a dog
cock which I thought was really a gross idea, and then later I was not sure
just how gross the idea really was?  They had tubes and tubes of lube which
I was glad to see as we had basically used up all of Meghan's.  I was now
so glad that Meghan had me sleeping with a dildo in me as now my cunt could
easily handle a lot of the dildos although some of the bigger ones were a
bit much for me even though Meghan's fat cunt could easily swallow them
all. So it was a lot of fun with Meghan and me playing with each other so
uninhibited that a few times I had forgotten that we had a real "audience".


   Now the old guy had us quit and go lay out on the bed.  He wanted us to
start a fisting scene.  Meghan was walking towards the bed when the
director asked me if I had considered the extra bonus of us both getting
fisted.

   "Well yes we did want the extra money and we did try but Meghan's hands
are just too big, she almost got it in a couple of times but I guess my
cunt is just too small and tight." I could see the look of disappointment
on the director's face and then I blurted out, "But I can fist myself."

   "Mmmmm good," said the director.  "You just might make that extra bonus
after all.  Now go and stick your hand up Meghan's cunt for the camera."

   Meghan was already on the bed and all smiles awaiting me.  Not sure if
it was just the fact of me finally fisting her or the extra possible bonus.
I told myself it was a combination of both.  Well Meghan was already a bit
stretched from all of the dildo play so no lube was needed to get my fist
quickly in her fat cunt.  Although the director didn't tell me to I had to
give her a couple of quick licks and lightly bite into her clit which she
seemed to love.  Meghan was a bit ahead of the game as I watched her lubing
up one of the slightly bigger dildos and then handing it to me.  She knew
that even though I could self fist I needed to be stretched a bit as well.

   The director was getting a bit worked up watching as I fist fucked
Meghan and I was dildo fucking myself.  Not to mention the fact that Meghan
and I were having a blast as well.  After a few minutes the director
"interrupted" us and told me to self fist.  It took a bit of effort but my
hand found its way into my cunt and I was feeling so damn nasty that I was
ready to cum and I knew Meghan was on the verge as well.  So as I worked
one hand in Meghan's cunt, my other hand in my cunt, and my pair of lips on
Meghan's clit.  All the while Meghan was moaning and groaning and squirting
milk everywhere.  I felt Meghan starting to tremble and knew that she would
soon be having a big cum so I slammed my fist in even further and harder
into her cervix.  Now she got religious and all she could say was Oh Gawd!
Oh Gawd !Oh Gawd!  as she exploded and pulsated her way into orgasm heaven.
I didn't get my cum but I was so darn happy I really didn't need to. 
Slowly I pulled my hand out of my own cunt and then that of Meghan's.  Just
like back in our own beds I crawled up to Meghan and we embraced.

   "Excellent!  Excellent!  Excellent!" I heard the director proclaim as we
kissed.  "Now that is going to be one extra hot movie.  You girls were just
that ..............  EXCELLENT!"

   I was almost ready to drift off to sleep when I heard the director clear
his throat.  Meghan and I both looked up at the director.  "Well
unfortunately our time is up.  Then it was some time very well spent in my
opinion.  Should you girls want we could do anther short scene maybe thirty
minutes max.  It would be an extra $200.00." We both sat at the edge of the
bed and waited for the director to continue.  "I was thinking I have got a
man backstage and if you two would let him do a bit of play and you two a
bit of oral and then a cum shot, no penetration or anything, just play and
his cum on your bodies."

   Well as you know by now my experiences with guys was very limited.  Well
girls as well since Meghan was my one and only girl lover up to now.  Then
the thought of all that slimy cum on me did not sound appealing at all. 
Before I could finish thinking I heard Meghan respond for us both, "Yeah
we'll do it."

   The director turned and told the guy that had opened our door, "Go out
back and get Ron will you."

   The man turned around and went out.  The director went to the ice cooler
and brought us both a bottle each of that fancy sparking type of water and
he was again drinking one of those weird beers.  As I was on my third
swallow the door opened and I about spit out my water.  In with the man
walked a black man, a big black man.  This guy was well over six feet tall
and loaded with muscles.  Looking to the side I could see a big smile on
Meghan's face as she was almost drooling.

   "I gather the two of you approve?" The director asked.

   Meghan couldn't say anything she just nodded her head yes while I was
looking around the room and making eyes of sorts at everyone and thinking
what have I gotten myself into?  Ron walked up to the director like they
were old friends and shook hands and then they walked towards us.

   "Ron I want to introduce you to these delightful starlets." Pointing he
continued, "Ron this is Meghan and this is Jessie."

   "Pleased to meet you both," Ron reached his oversized paws and shook
both of our hands.  My initial thought was how I would love to see that
inside of Meghan's cunt.  Now that would be a sight.

   Ron stepped back to an empty chair and began taking his clothes off. 
First his shirt and he was revealing ripple upon ripple of muscle.  This
guy must spend all of his time in the gym lifting weights.  Ron went ahead
and sat down and took off his shoes and socks.  Then he stood and undid his
pants letting them drop to his ankles.  Next using his thumbs he began
shimming his boxers down and I got a shock of a lifetime.  I had never seen
a cock that big.  How does the saying go?  Hung like a horse?  Then I could
feel Meghan pinching my side and giggling.

   With a bright smile the director proclaimed, "I see where he may be
acceptable?"

   There was no doubt in what Meghan was thinking and yes a lot of doubt in
mine.  Ron walked over towards us.  From away his cock was huge up close it
was enormous.  The director then added.  "Well now you know why I said no
penetration, unless, of course, one or both of you should have a change of
heart.  Again it will mean more bonuses for you both."

   Meghan did not hesitate, "I'm in, but he has got to be gentle to me and
my baby."

   "Well yes of course," the director replied.  Looking at me he asked a
simple, "And you?"

   Still in the state of shock and awe I slowly spoke, "Let's just see
where this goes.  That thing really is scaring me."

   "Of course we never force anything on anyone here.  Now Meghan, why
don't you reach out and introduce yourself to Ron's cock?"

   Meghan slipped forward and went to her knees.  Using both hands she
lifted his cock and put her lips to it.  Not at all like with the old man
in the bushes.  She looked like she was making love to it almost worshiping
it.  Gawd I was finding this all so hot and watching Meghan take that dark
meat into her mouth.  Without realizing it I slipped down as well and was
up and in front of what had to be the biggest cock in the world.

   By now Ron's cock was about three quarters erect and still growing then
it was so thick as well I knew it would never fit in my tiny cunt and
wondered if it would even fit in Meghan's big fat `ol cunt?  I was
mesmerized in watching what was before me.  Then Meghan handed me Ron's
cock and I could barely wrap my small hands around it.  I leaned a bit and
brushed it against my lips.  Ron's cock had a nice fresh smell to it a lot
different than that of the old man.  I tried opening my mouth and taking
the tip of his cock in.  It was huge was my only thought.  Then I could see
Meghan sucking on Ron's balls.  That was kind of gross I thought and then I
heard Ron groan a bit so he must not mind it.

   I finally managed to get about two inches in my mouth and tried working
his cock like Meghan had the old man last week.  I knew that tomorrow my
jaw was going to be very sore so I thought I had best enjoy it for now.  I
was starting to get a rhythm going when Meghan came up for "air".

   "Share and share alike," she said as she reached for Ron's cock.  I let
it pop out of my mouth and into Meghan's awaiting and eager hands and
mouth. I thought I would give my mouth and jaw a rest.  Then I looked at
the large sack holding Ron's two balls and decided why not.  Using my
tongue I began licking on them like a kitten licking up her milk.  Then I
held them in my hands and slowly started to suck on them.  Hhhmmm I thought
to myself, this really isn't too bad.  After a couple of minutes I went
back up for "air" and Meghan took Ron's cock out of her mouth.  She now had
about half of it shoved into her throat.  She went to licking her side of
cock up and down.  I went and tried to do the same on my side.  Ron's cock
was twitching a bit so I knew he was enjoying all of this underage pregnant
girl attention on his cock.

   The director interrupted us and started directing again.  He wanted
Meghan to sit back and have Ron tit fuck her milk leaking udders.  Then he
had me lay next to them and dildo myself.  That was no problem, as I loved
the show between Ron and Meghan, so why not lay back and fuck myself? 
Meghan grabbed a pillow and propped her head up a bit and squeezed her jugs
together as Ron slid his cock between them.  Slowly Ron began pumping in
and out of Meghan's milky jugs and into her open mouth.  I just loved this
and I knew that Meghan did as well.

   The director then had me and Meghan share Ron's cock again orally on the
bed.  Later he asked Meghan if she wanted Ron's cock in her cunt.  That was
kind of asking is the Pope Catholic?  I thought.  She just got a huge grin
and opened her legs wide and pulled them back.  With ease and grace Ron
slid back and held his cock at the entrance to Meghan's cunt.  He started
to slide it in a bit when I heard a combination of a moan and groan from
Meghan's lips.  Ron was slow and sure and smooth.  In about a minute he had
almost all of his cock buried into Meghan's cunt.  I imagine that they had
fucked for about five minutes when the director interrupted again.

   "Jessie you want to try Ron now?"

   I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.  "I don't think it will fit
in my cunt."

   "You're right it might not, but for the sake of the cameras why don't
you give it a try?"

   "Yeah Jessie, I want to see his black meat split your skinny cunt in
half!" Meghan almost bellowed out.

   Ron pulled out and leaned back.  Meghan rolled out from under him and I
slid in.  Meghan had grabbed a tube of lube and squirted it on my eager
cunt and then worked some more on Ron's glistening cock.  Meghan had sure
made a lot of cunt juice.  Gently Ron tried to slip his cock into my cunt
but it would not go.  He would pull back and Meghan would try and ram a
dildo in my cunt.  It would not go either and it had been in my cunt a few
minutes earlier.  I guess I had a royal stage fright by that time as my
muscles had clamped my cunt down shut and I was so disappointed in myself.

   The director interjected about then.  "OK Jessie not a problem but I do
appreciate you trying to take Ron's massive piece of meat.  Ron why don't
you go back to fucking Meghan and I am going to want a cum shot facial of
both girls."

   Meghan was beaming again and I looked oddly at the director.  He then
went on to explain what he expected to be able to film.  Again I had never
had all of that gooey cum all over me and I was not sure if I wanted it or
not.  Then I had already disappointed some people, including myself, in not
being able to take Ron's cock in my cunt so I did not want to disappoint
the director again.  Wearily I agreed and Ron went back to fucking an eager
Meghan.

   After a while the fucking turned into a pounding as Ron was jack
hammering Meghan's cunt almost like he wanted to destroy it.  Then by the
sounds that Meghan was making you never would have known it much less the
look of bliss in her face.  By now I was rubbing frantically in my clit and
pinching and twisting my nipples.  I figured I could stay just where I was
all day and enjoy it all.  Then I heard Ron's voice.

   "OK girls Ron is ready to cum.  On your knees so he can shoot all over
your faces."

   He pulled out of Meghan and we both scampered on the floor to be greeted
with Ron pulling on his cock and then jacking off.  I could see Meghan with
her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out almost begging for a
mouthful.  Again I did not want to disappoint the director so I imitated
Meghan.  About thirty seconds later I saw the first stream of cum erupt
from Ron's cock and spray across Meghan's face and then a second one and
next one on my face.  I was beyond shocked and basically frozen in place.
So I watched as well as allowed Ron to cum on my face as well as that of
Meghan's.

   Soon the squirts quit and I could hear Ron's heavy breathing plus all
the sweat glistening on his body.  He was physically spent.  Meghan leaned
forward and much like with the old man she took Ron's cock into her mouth
to suck it clean and then pointed his cock towards me.  Wishing to be
dutiful I sucked and drained the cock a bit more.  By now Meghan was using
her fingers to wipe the cum off of her face and forehead and eat it all up.
I had gotten a bit in my mouth but I had no recollection as to how it
tasted.  I used one finger and used it to wipe some cum off of my chin.  I
inserted the finger in my mouth and sucked the cum off of it.  It had kind
of a mixture of a salty, sweet taste but it really wasn't all that bad. 
Now I knew what Meghan was swallowing with the old man in the bushes.  It
didn't take long for me to finish off my part of the cum bath.  By now Ron
was sitting back at his chair grinning at us and the director was clapping.

   "Outstanding!  Just outstanding!  One of the best scenes we have ever
done, won't you agree Ron?"

   "Yes it was beyond great for me as well.  Those two little girls just
know what Ron likes." He was still grinning as he got up and started to
dress.  One of the men took Meghan and me a couple of towels and she wiped
us off.  We got up and went to dressing; Ron had already left and the film
crew was packing up.  The old guy led us outside and into the waiting
limousine.  He opened the door for us and handed Meghan an envelope.

   "Both of you girls did an outstanding job like I said earlier.  When you
see what is inside the envelope you will see that I did compensate you both
well."

   With that he closed the door and the engine started up.  About half way
back to the park Meghan opened the envelope and took out the small wad of
money.  She counted it out and gave me my half.  It was $1,000.00...

   To be continued...

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