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My Strange Life
By Amy J. Welch

Copyright 2004-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
rache696@yahoo.com http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm Intended for
adults only
Synopsis: Did your best friend ever run off with your mom? Does your
Daddy get a pelvic exam when you visit your gyno? Is your gym teacher
a lesbian named Mistress? Are you constantly spoiled by two uncles
you're not even related to? Do you ever wrestle with a dog named
Spunky? Have you ever masturbated in a confessional or had celibate
sex with a priest? Does the girl of your dreams ride a motorcycle? If
you answered yes to all that, well, shoot...What are you reading this
for?

Storycodes: MF/f, f/f, Dog/f, Romance, Incest, First, Oral, Anal,
bestiality, Lesbians, Teachers, Doctors, Crossdressing, Humor, rache,
porn, a bunch of other ones

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Prologue
Introductions and Homework

I was going to read my homework assignment aloud for Father Groves. I
felt a little nervous since I'd been the only girl in the whole class
he'd asked to stay after school. I wondered if there was something
wrong with it and even if there was, why would he want me to stay
after and read it out loud for him?

All I really knew was that there are an awful lot of strange things
that go on around my school, and not just at my school, but the whole
town it seemed like. I wondered sometimes if it was just me, or if
other people sensed it too, but they were just too shy to say
anything. Well, I like to write sometimes, not always of course, but
mostly and I thought I'd write about my life and maybe someday
somebody might read this and say "Hmmmm...What a strange place." Or
maybe they'd say, "Hmmm...What's so strange about that?"

So, I stood there in front of Father Groves' desk, wearing my green
and orange scotch pleated skirt and white short-sleeved blouse, and my
knee high white socks and black Betsy's, because at the Virgin Mary's
Academy that's what the girls wear everyday. The boys go to St.
Joseph's, which is supposed to be a different school, but shares some
of the same buildings and classrooms and teachers, so I don't really
understand why my school has two different names, depending on if
you're a boy or a girl. We girls don't go to class with the boys
though; we just see them in the halls sometimes, and at Mass on
Wednesdays of course. But the boys sit on the left side of the chapel
and the girls sit on the right, and every pew has one of the sisters
to make sure we're paying attention to Jesus and not to some cute guy
across the way.

Anyhow, like I was saying, I had my gold-blonde hair pinned up, since
there was a rule that if hair came down below the shoulder it had to
be in a braid and I hadn't had time to braid my hair that morning.
Besides, I didn't mind pinning it up since some of the boys, and some
of the girls too, liked to pull on my braids and say 'Ding-Dong!
Anybody home in there?' and it makes me pretty mad. Like it would
anyone else, I'd guess.

My mother says they do that to get my attention, at least the boys do.
The girls do it because they're jealous. I really am just about the
prettiest girl in school and always have been, ever since I was
little. Sometimes I don't feel especially pretty, and sometimes I look
in the mirror and think I'm not very attractive at all, but my mother
says everybody feels like that sometimes. And those thoughts don't
last because some guy is always telling me I'm beautiful, or some girl
I don't even know will tell me how she wished she looked like me. It's
a big responsibility, being beautiful. I found that out when I was 13
and became "Miss Teen Dairy Queen" which has nothing to do with the DQ
Drive-Thru out on Route 69, especially since they sued the County last
year.

I'll talk about all that some other time. As you can tell I do have a
hard time keeping my stories from wandering into one another. Maybe
that was what Father Groves wanted to talk to me about. I brushed a
loose strand of hair out of my blue eyes, hoping I wasn't in trouble,
and started reading out loud, right from the top where I'd put the
date like he wanted:

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02 Feb 2009

English Composition II
Assignment: Two Thousand words on your strangest school experience
this past year
Due Date: 03 Feb 2009

Déjà vu
By Amy Welch (Sophomore)

My strangest school experience happened last September, at the
beginning of the school year. I was in the Admin Office, getting a
hall pass because I was late for school because I couldn't find my
silver and turquoise hair clip. I'd gotten it for my 15th birthday
last July from my Uncle Max, who isn't really my uncle but he likes to
give me things anyway for helping him wash his dog, Spunky. Spunky is
a big dog, but I don't know what kind for sure. I think he's a Great
Dane or something like that. Anyway, Spunky likes me a lot and we
wrestle sometimes before I give him his bath and Uncle Max likes to
watch and take pictures of us. I asked him why he takes so many
pictures and Uncle Max told me he shares them with other dog lovers,
and they're all jealous of him because Spunky has such a pretty girl
to play with.

So, I couldn't find my special hair clip and I missed my school bus,
so I needed a hall pass from Mrs. Edwards so I could go to homeroom. I
was waiting for her in the office when this guy came in that I'd never
seen before and he looked like a total geek. He had big ears and a
funny haircut and ugly pants. I tried to ignore him, but he walked
right over and sat down right next to me on the plastic couch they
have in the office there.

"Hi," he said.

I ignored him and looked at myself in the mirror, the big one with the
sign that says 'Look your best - Be your best' and I know I look my
best all the time. I had my long blonde hair in a French braid that
morning. It took a long time for my mother to get it just right, but I
wanted it because I'd just gotten a French manicure and I was wearing
my little red French beret that Uncle Seymour gave me for Christmas
two years ago after I promised not to tell anyone that he made a movie
about me called 'Amy Takes a Bath'. He's not really my uncle, he just
likes me to call him that when I sit in his lap and watch home movies
with him. My favorite is 'Amy's Big Lollipop' but I don't know why he
called it that since there's no candy at all in that movie.

"My name is Mark. I'm new here," he said.

And I just looked the other way because I didn't want anyone to see me
talking to him! Especially since I was trying to make the Junior
Varsity Cheerleading Squad and the cheerleading coach, Miss Squires,
had just interviewed me the day before. She asked me if I liked boys
better than I liked girls and I said I didn't know. I told her all my
friends were girls, but I had other friends sometimes too, like Peter
Harbuck, who were boys, but they weren't always my friends, just
sometimes. Like the time Peter, Stanley, and Otis took me to Crystal
Pond so we could play 'Spit or Swallow' but they didn't hardly play at
all! They just wanted me to play and I got tired of that after about
three times each. And Miss Squires told me that boys were evil and
grew up to be evil men who would flip me on my belly and do me like a
goat if I gave them half a chance, and I wasn't exactly sure what she
meant, but I didn't want no wicked man doing a goat thing to me! I
knew that much!

"Do you want to go out with me?" he asked.

I couldn't believe my ears! Of all the nerve! Like I would go out with
him just because he asked? I know I'm totally hot, but wow! What a big
nerve he had! The only boy I ever went out with was Steven, who wasn't
a boy at all, he was a college man and he met me at the mall over in
Green Briar, sitting at the Orange Julius, and he said 'Hi' and I said
'Hi' and then he asked me if I would want to go out with him and his
four friends to see his van. And I said yeah because he looked real
nice, but it was dark in his van so I don't know for sure if he was
the nice one or not. But we only went out that one time because my
parents thought thirteen was too young for dating.

So I told this guy, "No."

And he said, "Why not?"

And I said, "Cause you look like a two stick hick!"

And he said, "You don't even know me! Are you one of those shallow
people who judge other people just by looks?"

And I said, "Well, of course! How else am I gonna do it, stupid?"

And he said, "What's your name?"

And I said, "Amy Welch! Duh!" Like somebody wouldn't know me!

And he said, "Ohhhh! You're Amy Welch?"

And I said, "Uh-huh."

And he said, "I have a big dick, Amy."

And I said, "Let me see it."

And he said, "Not here. Let's go in the bathroom."

And I said, "Okay."

So we went to the bathroom and it was only the 5th time I'd ever been
in the boys' bathroom but this time there wasn't anybody else in here,
just me and Mark. He opened his pants and pulled out his dick and it
was really big! He played with it until it got hard and then he said,
"I want to see yours too."

And I said, "I'm a girl, bonehead. I don't have one of those."

And he said, "No. I mean, I want to see your pussy."

So I said, "Oh, okay."

Because my Mother taught me that fair is only fair, so I pulled up my
skirt and pulled my panties down around my knees and kind of spread
them so he could see. Everybody says I've got a really pretty pussy.
My Uncle Max said Spunky likes it because there's almost no hair on it
and dogs get tired of other dogs all the time, or something like that.
But I think Spunky thinks I'm a dog too. And Uncle Seymour said I had
the prettiest pussy he's ever seen and he was in the army so he's seen
every kind of pussy there is. And Miss Squires makes me practice my
splits sometimes in her office with no panties on because she said my
pussy is way too pretty to hide all the time, and she's the coach, so
I know she's seen a lot of pussies before too.

Mark said, "Bend over the sink."

And I said, "Why would I do that?"

And he said, "Why do you think? I want to stick it in you."

So I said, "Oh, okay."

And I did it, just leaning over the sink in the boy's room and Mark
did have a big dick. It felt really good when he put it in me too. He
grabbed my hips and kind of pulled hard because I think I was just a
little too small for it at first, but like Uncle Seymour says 'Little
girls stretch' and that's what I was doing, stretching all around that
big dick in my little pussy. And it really was pretty big. I thought I
could feel it all the way up in my tummy and I was afraid he was going
to get even bigger, like Spunky does sometimes and we'd get stuck, but
it didn't.

I liked it a lot too, even though he didn't last very long, it really
made me feel all tingly so I was standing on my tiptoes and singing
'Oh My God! Bless America!' until I forgot all the words and I was
just saying 'Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!' over and over. About
the time I was feeling like I swallowed a rainbow, I felt something
else too, a hot gooey throbbing fire that spread all around inside me
and made my body shake all over.

I said, "Did you shoot your little sperms in me?"

Mark said, "I sure did, about 10 million of 'em. I couldn't help it."

And I said, "That's okay. It feels really good."

And he said, "Yeah, it felt great. Thanks."

He was zipping up his pants and I was pulling my panties up when he
asked me again if he could take me out some time, like to a movie or
the McDonalds.

I said, "No way, Jose."

And then we left the bathroom without another word, but Mr. Johnson,
the janitor saw us and I thought he was going to get mad at me for
being in the boys' bathroom with Mark. But Mark told him there was a
busted pipe in the girl's bathroom and he was just being a gentleman
and watching the door while I used the boys' bathroom. Mr. Johnson
said that was an awfully nice thing for Mark to do and gave him a
wink, which meant it was okay, I guess. But then Mr. Johnson told me
that if I needed somebody to watch the bathroom door for me, I should
get him since the bathrooms were his property, in a manner of
speaking.

I nodded and said, "Yes sir!" because I was just so happy he wasn't
mad.

I was going back to the admin office, because I still didn't have my
hall pass. Mark said he had to go to gym class because he had a new
secret to tell all his friends.

I asked him, "What's that?"

And Mark said, "I can't tell you. It's a secret."

And I said, "So what? Tell me anyway."

And Mark said, "I'm gonna tell everybody how I fucked you in the boys'
bathroom."

And I said, "Who's going to believe a stupid story like that?"

But he just laughed and walked away. I thought, 'What a big nerve!'
and went back to the admin office to see if I could get a hall pass
before I got into some kind of trouble. But my panties were getting
all gooey inside because I was walking really fast, but not running
because running in the halls isn't allowed in school, so I walked
slower and tried to keep my thighs pressed together, because I could
feel that sticky mess running down my legs.

That was when Miss Holsum, the school nurse, saw me, because I was
right by her office and she asked me what was the matter. I didn't
want to say really, since it was a little embarrassing and I didn't
have a hall pass and she can be a little strict about hall passes, but
mostly with the boys. She's a lot like Miss Squires, I think, and
everybody knows they're best friends, so I especially didn't want her
to tell on me to Miss Squires. So I told her I just had some funny
cramps and I was going to the admin office to get a hall pass because
I'd been in the bathroom.

I don't think she believed me though because she lifted my skirt and
looked at the gooey, sticky mess running down my thighs and clucked
her tongue. Then Miss Holsum pulled my panty to one side and whistled
softly. And then she put her finger right up inside me, because she is
a nurse and she knows about girl problems, especially since she's a
girl too, and when she pulled her finger out it was all gooey too. She
smelled it and told me the next time I had funny cramps like those
ones, I should just come see her and she would make me feel better
without making a real big mess in my underwear.

I nodded and she fixed my panty and smoothed my skirt pleats and gave
me a little spank on the butt. She always does that if nobody else is
around and I don't really mind it too much. And then Miss Holsum
started walking the other way, towards the gym, holding her finger up
in the air like she was having a big long really good idea, or maybe
just pointing at the ceiling. But I knew she was going to show it to
Miss Squires and get me in trouble.

I walked back to the admin office still gooey and maybe even a little
worse than before, since Miss Holsum had checked me with her finger.
Mrs. Edwards still wasn't there though, so I sat down on the couch to
wait and crossed my legs, even though it didn't help very much and I
knew I was going to leave a mess when I got up. About a minute later a
boy I didn't know came into the office and sat down right next to me!
He looked an awful lot like Mark, with big ears and a bad haircut and
pants that came halfway up his shins.

"Hi," he said.

I tried to ignore him because he looked like he'd just stepped off the
ugly bus and Lord only knows it must have been a long trip.

"Are you Amy Welch?" he asked.

"Duh! Of course I am!" I said, as if two people in this school
wouldn't know me in the same day!

"Ohhhh..." he said.

"Who are you anyways?" I asked.

"I'm Mark's twin brother, Mike. I'm new here," he said.

"Twin brother?" I looked at him closely. "Prove it."

"Here?" he asked.

"No. Let's go to the bathroom," I said and we did.

The End

============


I finished reading and looked up at Father Groves. He was sitting way
down and his chair was squeaking as he rocked back and forth in it. I
could see his arm moving a little, like he was rubbing a sore spot on
his leg and I was going to ask him if he was okay, but he started
talking first.

"Amy, that was a very, very good essay," he smiled at me. "You should
be very proud of it. I read it last night while I was lying in bed. I
read Jane's and Susan's and all the rest and I was almost falling
asleep. But do you know what happened, Amy?"

"No, sir. I don't," I replied honestly. I didn't know exactly what he
was talking about, but I feel that way a lot around grown-ups.

"I read yours, Amy." He smiled and looked me up and down real slowly.
"I read it three times, and then again this morning just before I took
my shower. That's how good it is."

"Thank you, Father Groves." I smiled too and did a little curtsy,
since I didn't really know what else to do.

His arm was moving more and he licked his lips. "Why don't you lock
the door and then come sit on my desk, Amy."

"You want me to lock the door?" I wasn't sure I'd heard him right.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for sitting on my desk. I
mean, if you wanted to sit here and somebody just happened to walk in
while you were doing it, that would be kind of hard to explain," he
said reasonably. "I just can't decide what you should get for a grade;
if I should give you an 'A' or just 'B'...I'm really hoping you can help
me decide, Amy."

I sure did want that 'A' since my Daddy gave me a little something
extra in my allowance every time I brought home a good grade. An 'A'
on my essay might just be enough to get me that new pair of hip-
huggers that I'd seen at the mall the other day. So naturally I locked
that door and walked back to Father Groves' desk, sitting down on the
edge with my back to him. I smiled over my shoulder and hoped I could
find some way to get that 'A' on my paper.

"That's a good girl, Amy," he sighed, giving me a friendly smile.
"Let's turn you around this way."

Father Groves leaned over his desk, reaching out so that his hands
were on my hips. His right hand looked a little wet with something,
but he didn't seem to notice as he pulled me more towards the middle
of his desk, and then we both kind of spun me around to face his side
of the desk. My knees were bent so my shoes were on the polished wood
and I apologized for that.

"Oh, that's okay, Amy. You just sit there and..." Father Groves pushed
my knees out a little with his gentle hands and I leaned back on my
arms, so my firm little boobs pushed out a bit. "Oh my!" he said.
"That's perfect!"

He was looking at my chest and I arched my back a little more, tilting
my head up and wondering if this was being sexy. For some reason I
felt like being sexy right then. I'm not sure why, but Sister Anita,
my student counselor, told me once that I had a special gift when it
came to being sexy and there were probably a lot of career
opportunities for me in Bangkok. But Sister Anita has a tattoo and she
jokes around a lot, so I'm not sure if she was serious.

I knew just what Father Groves wanted though; I'd seen that look
before on the faces of a lot of men his age. Especially at the mall
for some reason, but at the Denny's too and sometimes it made me
blush, but mostly I just smiled at them and sucked mayonnaise off my
French fries. I love that stuff, but anyway, my legs were open and I
made sure I pulled my skirt up over my knees so it fell down my
thighs, and I knew he could see the virgin white cotton of my panties.

"Like this, Father?" I asked coyly, knowing exactly how my voice
should sound, soft and breathless, and a little shy.

I'd been getting good grades since I was twelve. That was the same
time I was in my first school play too and my Drama teacher, Mrs.
Wright, had given me a lot of special lessons. She'd even had me
practice some scenes she'd written for her and her husband, Mr.
Wright. She wasn't my Drama teacher anymore though, since she taught
at Our Lady of Lourdes and that's just for 6th to 8th grade girls. The
Virgin Mary's Academy is for high school girls, like me. But Mr. And
Mrs. Wright still liked me to come over sometimes and help some of
their new students practice scenes. I don't mind, it's fun and they're
really nice to me. But I'm getting off track again, aren't I?

"Yessss...Amy, just like that. Why don't you unbutton your blouse a
little? I think it's getting awfully warm in here." Father Groves
leaned closer and licked his lips again, staring at the little mound
of my hidden sex.

I undid the buttons slowly, pulling my blouse open to expose the lacy
white of my bra. I opened it just enough so I could pull the cotton
blouse aside and cup my breasts in my hands. They aren't very big yet,
but I'm only fifteen, and someday they'll be ripe and full like my
mother's, but right now I just wear a little 32A bra. Pushing them
together though seemed to help, like they were a little larger than
they really were, and I felt my nipples getting hard enough to show
through the thin silky cups.

"Do you want to see my boobies, Father?" I breathed and he nodded,
dragging his eyes from between my thighs to watch as I pulled first
one cup and then the other down, exposing my puffy bubblegum pink
nipples.

I pinched them with my fingers, twisting a little because it always
feels so good when they get hard like the erasers on my pencils, and I
just watched his face. I was getting awfully hot just sitting there,
playing with my tits while my English teacher watched. Inside and out,
I mean, and I felt myself starting to cream and I looked down between
my legs.

"Can I take these off too, Father?" I asked him sweetly, rubbing a
finger down my crack so that my panty outlined the little lips of my
pussy.

Teasing my slit felt amazing and I wanted to do more. When Father
Groves nodded, I pulled my panties off without moving my legs at all.
I just pushed my knees together until I could slide them up and then
back down around my ankles. The cool air felt so good I gave a little
shiver, like somebody was blowing in my ear, and I rubbed two fingers
across my hairless slit, making a little circle so my soft little lips
twisted and opened slightly. I felt the oily warmth of my excitement
leaking slowly out and I pinched my labia, pulling my juicy lips apart
and exposing the delicate pink folds to our eyes.

"See how wet I'm getting, Father? I can't help it sometimes. I just
have to touch myself and..." I sighed as I pushed a finger inside my
hot, moist pussy, curling it a little and feeling the soft walls
giving way. "...Ohhh...It feels so good when I do this. Is it a sin,
Father? Am I being bad?"

Father Groves was leaning very close now, his nose almost touching my
hard little clitty as he watched my finger squish in and out.

"Ohhh no, Amy. You're so beautiful...Soooooo...Beautiful," he was talking
like he was in a dream. "And beauty is never a sin, Amy."

I'd started pinching one of my nipples again because they were so
itchy it almost hurt, and rubbing my clit with my thumb while I pushed
my middle finger inside my pussy as far as I could, wiggling it like
it was a little fish. I felt butterflies in my tummy and I was waiting
for Father Groves to do something besides just watch. I could see the
tip of his big hard cock as he jerked himself off and I really wished
he'd put it in me.

"Don't you...Don't you want to...Touch me?" I asked, really starting to
squirm a little. My juices were running down into my butt crack and
making a big wet spot on his desk. "You can...Put it in me...If you want,
Father."

But he shook his head and I just about had a heart attack when he
said, "No, Amy." because that was the first time I'd ever heard any
guy say that to me. Then he explained a little and I almost kind of
understood.

"I do want to touch you, to put it in and...know you...like in the Bible.
But I took a vow to God, Amy. A holy vow of celibacy. Do you know what
that is?"

I shook my head and moaned a little, lifting my butt of the desk as I
stuck my finger really deep and tickled my secret spot. I was panting
like a dog and I would have had a good little cum if Father Groves
would just...Touch me!

"It means I can't have sexual relations with anyone, Amy. I have to
stay pure and chaste for the Lord. But..." I think he sensed my urgent
need, "...I can do this with you."

He stood up and held his big thick cock over my hungry little snatch
and stroked it. I watched and fucked myself silly while he rubbed his
hand back and forth along the thick, veiny shaft. It looked so hard,
so hot, and so yummy. I wanted it in me so bad! But he'd made a
promise to God and I wouldn't have wanted him to break that, even if
it would have felt really good. We were both being chaste for Jesus
while we jerked off together, watching each other do it, and that was
more fun than it sounds, believe me. I wouldn't have believed it
either, but it's true, and I'm sure Jesus would have been proud.

I sat with the soles of my shoes pressed together, my panties puddle
around my ankles, and my long legs spread wide apart, so that my knees
were almost touching the desk and my heels almost reached my pussy. I
fingered my creamy little twat with both hands, spreading my pussy
lips so they looked like little pink butterfly wings, glistening wet
and puffy with excitement. I watched my teacher's hard thickness so
tantalizingly close, hovering over my tight juicy hole.

That was such a tease, I was ready to start begging him to put it in
me, to fill me up with his big dick, but the only sound I made was my
ragged breathing, my soft moans of desperation. And Father Groves
answered me with his own breathless sounds of pleasure, little grunts
and groans, and the constant wet soft fwap-fwap-fwapping sound of his
hand flying across his swollen prick, drawing the foreskin back and
forth over the dark swollen head.

I was getting close and I rubbed harder, jerking my hips and feeling
my whole body tense up. I was breathing hard, like I'd just run all
the way home from school and it seemed like I couldn't catch my breath
no matter what. And Father Groves was right there with me, talking to
me softly, telling me how beautiful I was. How perfect and pretty my
little pussy was until he couldn't say anything anymore, he just let
out a long loud groan, and his big dick jerked and started shooting
his sperm all over my burning cunt. It looked so neat and felt so good
that I started cumming too.

I pulled my lips apart again so he could see the inside quivering, my
pink hole opening and closing like it was trying to grab onto
something. Father Groves aimed his cock right for it, shooting inside
me without really being inside me at all. I shuddered and pushed his
semen inside my horny hole with my fingers, working his hot spooge all
around my fiery cunt. He'd covered my pussy and thighs and made a mess
on my skirt, and even on my blouse. He'd plastered me with ball juice
all the way up to my bare boobs, but I didn't care. I was shaking and
crying and having the best cum I'd had in a month.

He grinned as I rubbed that creamy goo all over my tits, since I
really do want to have some nice big ones someday, and then I licked
my fingers clean while Father Groves watched. He had made quite a mess
and his cock and fingers were covered with his semen too. I offered to
lick him clean, but he said no, he couldn't let me do that. He just
cleaned his hand with my panties, wiping his fingers and palm clean so
that the material was damp and sticky all over. He used my panties to
clean his cock too.

"I'm sure you won't mind..." Father Groves smiled and I giggled as I
pulled up my cummy panties, nice and snug and tight.

I had to lift my butt too and I did have a puddle underneath me, but
once my panties were on I sat back down and sorta wiggled my hips with
a grin. That seemed to clean up the mess pretty good, except my butt
was all wet, but I was pretty soaked all over down there anyway. I
fixed my bra and then my blouse and skirt, and hoped all the stains
would wash out in the bathroom sink and then I frowned, wondering if
my clothes would even get dry before I got home.

Father Groves wrote a big blue 'A+' on my essay paper and he never did
touch me.

Weird huh?



End of 00
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