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My Strange Life
By Amy J. Welch

Copyright 2004-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Chapter 3
Confessions of a Catholic Schoolgirl



Wednesday mornings we have Mass, that's church for catholic people,
and all the girls from the Virgin Mary's Academy file into the chapel
and sit on the right side of the center aisle. And all the boys come
in from St. Joseph's and sit on the left side. Everybody's there,
except Tama Vigit, because she's from India and she thinks there's
like a zillion gods and not just one.

Tama is almost sixteen and goes to our school because her parents
don't want her to go to the public school. I heard they had to pay a
lot of money so she could go to the Virgin Mary's, but her Daddy is a
doctor anyway, so he doesn't mind. She has a brother too, named Raji
and he's seventeen, but he doesn't go to St. Joseph's, he goes to the
public high school, I guess it's different for Indian boys than girls.
Jenny said maybe Tama's Daddy can't afford to send both of them to a
private school, but I think he probably can.

I sit next to Tama in my biology class and she's really smart and lets
me copy off her when we have a pop quiz. She's also very pretty, even
though she doesn't wear any make-up or anything and never fixes her
hair. She just keeps it tied up, even in gym class. Tama has brown
skin too, but not really dark, just golden brown like caramel when you
melt it in a pot to make caramel apples for Halloween. Her eyes are
cool because they're black, but not like somebody hit her! I mean,
they're black like mine are blue.

Anyway, I like Tama's eyes and her nose, which is small and turned up
a touch. She pinches it sometimes, when she's not thinking about it,
as if she was trying to pull it and make it a little longer. Then
she'll catch herself and look around to see if anyone else caught her
too. I just smile. I don't know why she doesn't like her nose; it's
the only one I've ever seen that was pierced. Tama has a little
diamond she wears in it and some of the girls don't think it's real,
but I know it is. She said it was a present from her husband's mother.

Tama told me she isn't really married yet, but as soon as her family
goes back to India she will be. She said that as far as her family and
her husband's family are concerned, they're already married. Tama
hasn't met her husband though, she's only seen his picture, but they
did talk on the phone once, just to say hello. Her mother is very
happy that Tama is getting married to that man. Tama said her mother
had started looking for a good husband almost from the day Tama was
born. I guess it took a long time to find Tama the right guy because
she has to marry a man from the same caste or whatever. He can't be a
lot poorer or richer, or something like that. I don't really
understand it very much, even though Tama tried to explain it to me a
couple times.

A lot of the boys at St. Joseph's asked Tama out on dates, because she
is really pretty, like I keep saying, and looks a lot different from
everybody else. Especially with that red dot between her eyes. She's
the only girl in tenth grade with a tattoo and she's so nice to
everybody all the time. I really think if you asked, most people would
say Tama is the most popular girl in school, she's definitely the most
virgin one too. Virginal or whatever. She's never even touched a boy
in her whole life, except by accident. She won't hold hands or kiss or
do anything with a boy because she has to remain totally pure for her
husband.

We were talking about weird dreams once and I told Tama how I dreamed
I was an Indian girl from India and I was going to marry a man, but I
didn't know what he looked like. In my dream I walked around a very
crowded street looking for this man and I couldn't find him. So I went
home and told my mother I was sorry, but I couldn't find the husband
she'd picked out for me, and she was very angry and told me to go back
out there and find him. But all the men looked the same and said, "We
will marry you."

And they all had sex with me, like thousands of Indian men all doing
it to me, one right after another, until I looked up and saw my mother
and she was with Tama's brother and she said, "This is your husband."

But I was covered all over with sperm from these other guys and Raji
said, "I cannot marry you now. But I will fuck you."

And he was just starting to take off his clothes when I woke up.

I hoped Tama wouldn't be angry at me for having a dream like that,
especially since her brother was in it. She just giggled and turned
really red and then told me she had weird dreams too. Tama dreamed
that she wasn't from India at all and she was just like me or Jenny,
or any of the other girls in school. And she could walk through the
park holding a boy's hand, and in her dream, the boy kissed her and
made her so happy. That was it. He just kissed her and didn't even
fuck her at all.

That didn't seem like much of a dream to me, you know, not even
getting her cherry popped or anything, but Tama was breathing hard and
her eyes were shining like Jenny's when she's about to cum really
good. I really wished I could've kissed her right then. It wouldn't be
the same since I wasn't a boy, I knew, but maybe that would make it
okay since Tama would still be pure.

I was about halfway between deciding whether to ask her first and then
do it, or just do it and surprise her, when she looked at me and
turned really red. "I'm sorry, Amy. I have to go to... to... I have to
go."

I think she was going to go Jill off someplace, which she probably
needed more than a kiss from me, so I just smiled and said, "See ya
later, Tama."

It was maybe two weeks after that before I got a chance to really talk
with Tama again. We were at the public library and working on our
biology term papers. Well, she was working on them. I was drawing
mustaches on the models in Seventeen, thinking I could be a model too
except I like pizza and ice cream. Anyway, Tama asked me about my
dream again, kind of nervously though, like she didn't really want to,
but was doing it anyway.

"Hey, Amy...Did you ever have that dream again? The, uh...The one with my
brother in it?" Tama didn't look up when she asked me, so I just
looked down and drew some nipples on some girl's boobs, thinking I'd
need a boob job if I was going to model.

"Uh-huh, sometimes. Sometimes it's different though," I said casually,
waiting for the inevitable question. I was kind of teasing her.

"Different...How?" At least this time she sounded like she really wanted
to know.

"We got married, but it was on the back of an elephant, and everybody
was way down on the ground underneath us," I paused, flipping pages
idly.

"That's it?" Tama asked, narrowing her coffee colored eyes so that red
dot got squinched into an oval.

"Well, no. He said, 'Now we're married and I'm going to fuck you!'" I
whispered in the quiet library and Tama giggled and blushed because
she never swears at all, so I do it a lot around her. "And I said,
'But Raji, everyone will see us!' And your brother said they wouldn't,
because we were way up high on the elephant."

"Really?" Tama blinked at me and I was happy to see her dark cheeks
turning a little pink. She gets lighter when she's embarrassed. It's
weird.

"Yep! He took off his clothes and his cock was huge and he stuck it
right in me, but then he got mad and said I wasn't a virgin. So he
threw me off the elephant and I landed in the middle of all those men
who'd had sex with me before, in my other dream, and I was trying to
climb up the elephant's legs, but it was walking and I kept sliding
down."

"You're not a virgin?" she gasped and looked around nervously, like
somebody might catch her sitting with me.

"Huh? Oh, um...It was just a dream," I said, just because I didn't want
her to run away. I needed a good grade on my term paper. "Anyway,
listen...And then all those men were grabbing me and pulling me down
too, saying 'We'll marry you!' and your brother was laughing and
riding away. So I was laying down in the jungle or whatever and like a
hundred guys, really handsome guys too, just fucked me. One right
after the other until my belly got huge..."

"You were pregnant?"

"What? No!" I giggled. "I was so full of sperm it made me look
pregnant and then my mother was there. She was made because the guy I
was supposed to marry rode away on the elephant, but she was happy too
because I was gonna have a baby. Except I knew I wasn't gonna have a
baby, you know. It was weird."

When I finished and Tama just stared at me like I was crazy.

"What?" I asked, a little defensively but mostly to tease her. "You
never had a dream like that, Tama?"

"N-No. Never," she answered very quickly and I laughed. "But it...it's
funny you're dreaming about my brother, Amy. B-Because he likes you."
Tama was talking like she'd practiced this and I thought she could use
some drama coaching. "He...He told me, I mean, he asked me if...if you
would like to...to..." She just couldn't get it out and I didn't quite
understand.

"Your brother likes me? Raji? He's never even talked to me," I said
with a funny look at her.

I'd only seen him like three times in the whole six months I'd known
Tama, just when I'd been invited to her house on her birthday once,
and a couple times after school when I stopped by to study with her.
Raji was really cute, all the girls thought so, but he totally ignored
me, like I didn't exist. I figured he was gay and that was probably
why he went to the public school.

"He doesn't even know I'm alive, Tama, and you think he wants to ask
me out?" If I sounded a little skeptical it's because I was.

"Oh no! No, I don't think that!" Tama looked a little shocked. "My
parents would never permit, I mean..."

"Your mom wouldn't let him take me out? I thought your mom liked me!"
I said, wondering what this conversation was all about. If Raji didn't
like me, at least not that way, and his mom didn't want him to date me...
Then what were we talking about?

"Oh yes! My parents like you very much, but not for my brother's
wife," Tama replied, as if that cleared anything up. Yeah right!

"Wife? It was a dream, Tama. I don't want to marry your brother!"

I wondered if Tama had told her parents about my dream and maybe it
meant something special in India, you know, if a girl had weird dreams
like that. Some people in the library were giving us dirty looks now
because we were getting loud, but I ignored them, even if Tama didn't.
She lowered her voice and leaned across the table closer.

"No, Amy. My brother he wants, um...he wants to have sex with you..." Tama
blinked hard, like she was surprised she'd finally said it and then
swallowed as her face turned red. I didn't say anything right away so
Tama must have thought I was kind of insulted, or at least a little
angry. "He can pay for you, Amy. He said that, uh...Raji said he will
give you 40 dollars if you will have sex."

"Really?" I asked, not having a clue as to what I should have said.
Tama nodded seriously and then looked away as my eyes caught hers. "He
thinks I'm a whore? Why would he think that I'd ever do that?"

"I...I don't know." Tama was lying.

"Tammmmaaaa..." I sing-songed softly. "You told him about my dream,
didn't you?"

She nodded slowly, looking down. "Yes, he was teasing me about my
husband to be and I...I wanted to tease him back." She frowned at me,
looking totally embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Amy."

"Hmmm...I'll have to think about it, Tama," I said and boy did I! Inside
I was giggling because I would have had sex with Raji for free, but he
wanted to pay me and it would be kind of nice to have forty bucks in
my purse! Soooooo...I needed some good advice.

"Can you, will you...forgive me, Amy?" She was still so worried that I
was angry with her. But I was Tama's best friend in the whole school,
probably, so how could I be mad her?

"Well, you did kind of break a secret, Tama. I didn't tell that dream
to anybody else, not even Jenny." She knew Jenny was my best friend in
the whole world, so she knew what I was saying. Like Tama was special
to me in some way that nobody else was.

"I know," she whispered and her bottom lip was trembling.

"Do you promise you'll never tell anybody else the things I tell you?"
I asked her and Tama was nodding and smiling weakly, "Will you seal
your promise in friendship forever?" I was making this up, but she
owed me.

"Yes, I promise forever," Tama replied seriously, smiling and thinking
that was the end of it.

"We have to seal it, Tama," I told her. "It's important."

"How?" she asked me, still trying to keep her voice down even though I
hadn't been paying much attention to it.

"We have to kiss on it. You have to say you promise while you kiss me,
then it will be sealed inside us forever and if you break it, the
promise will come out of us and I'll know," I said very seriously and
Tama looked around at all the people who were looking at us.

"Here?" she whispered. "I've never...never...I can't!"

"Yes, you can. Close your eyes," I told her and she was already
leaning forward, just like I was, so that our faces were only inches
apart as we spoke.

Tama was scared, but she wasn't running away! She did as I told her,
closing her deep dark eyes. I looked at her mouth and her lips were
red and full, even without any lipstick. She had the best lips in
school, I bet. She'd never kissed anyone in her life either, except
her parents, and the thought gave me a secret thrill. She was going to
get her first kiss from me, from another girl, and not in the privacy
of her dark bedroom, or the dim backseat of a car, but under the
bright lights of the very public library with dozens of people
watching. Some of them knew us, but most only wanted to and we'd been
stared at ever since we'd sat down.

All those guys wanted to kiss us, but now they had to watch us kiss
each other! Just the idea alone sent a quiver through my tummy.

"Tell me you swear!" I whispered urgently and as soon as she started
moving her lips to speak, I pressed my mouth to hers.

I brought my right hand up, putting it behind her head and digging
into her silky hair with my fingers to keep Tama from pulling away
from our kiss. I slipped my tongue past her soft sweet lips, pretty
easily too. She just sighed and let me right inside her delicious
mouth and my tongue slid over her teeth, touching her own tongue for a
long three or four seconds. We were wriggling our tongues together,
back and forth and up and down and all around, until she twisted away
from me with a gasp. My hand slid down her graceful neck and over
Tama's slender shoulder, and then she was free. The girl's first kiss
had only lasted about six seconds, but it was enough.

That brief kiss lingered in my senses, the taste of her stayed in my
mouth, and I savored it. Tama just stared at me, wide eyed and
breathing hard until she blinked and slowly looked around at all the
other library patrons. She grabbed her papers and books and I watched
her leave, red faced and humiliated and shaking like a leaf.

Tama would either never talk to me again, or...I let my mind wander over
the possibilities. It might have been cruel to make her kiss me in
front of everybody like that, but maybe I really was a little mad at
her for telling Raji about my dream, I wasn't sure. Anyway, Tama left
the library with one quick look at me over her shoulder, and as I left
a few minutes later, ignoring all the guys who were staring at me, I
felt strangely tough. Like I could kick some serious ass if I had to
and I almost wished somebody would say something, but they didn't.

I wondered if that was how Miss Squires felt when she was spanking me.

=-=-=

My life seems to be ruled by coincidences, and just as I was wondering
who I might talk with about Raji's indirect and kinda indecent
proposal, I realized that the next day was Tuesday. That's the day
when the students can go to confession, because Mass is the next day
and it's always best to wash your soul before you sit down at the
Lord's last supper table. I wasn't sure which priest would be there
doing confession for the girls. Between the Virgin Mary's and St.
Joseph's, we have two priests and a monsignor to share the
responsibilities.

As it happened, the priest who was doing confessions before classes
started was Monsignor Hardin, who was older but very nice. He was the
Administrator for both schools, which is even higher than the
principals, I guess, I wasn't sure. Everybody was always very nervous
and polite around him, and all the nuns and even Father Groves and
Father Albion deferred to him when he walked through the halls. If he
saw something wrong it was fixed right away too. Like if he saw a
mess? Somebody cleaned it up fast! If you got caught doing something
really bad in school, like smoking or something, Monsignor Hardin was
the one you went to see. Of course that made him the last person on
God's green earth you ever wanted to see.

I had to go see him once, because I hadn't been wearing panties one
day and Sister Anita had caught me, maybe because I kind of liked to
spread my legs for some reason. But I was pretty sure I'd had my legs
crossed that day, so I didn't know how Sister Anita could have known.
The only one who really knew for sure was Miss Holsum and I'd been
very careful not to let any of the other kids find out. Half those
girls were a bunch of tattle-tales and the rest loved to gossip, so...

Anyway, the reason Miss Holsum knew was because she'd taken my panties
off that morning right before lunch. But that's a whole different
story I'll tell some other time, along with what happened in Monsignor
Hardin's office, the important thing to know is that Monsignor Hardin
definitely hadn't taken a vow of celibacy! He knew me very...very...well
too. Like in the bible, you know? And so I was actually sort of glad
he was doing confessions because he'd probably be the best one to talk
to about this thing with Tama's brother. Since he'd know what I was
talking about and everything.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last
confession," I said the words automatically, sitting in the little
closet-like room with just a little divider between me and Monsignor
Hardin.

"Confess you sins, child. The Lord is listening and ready to forgive
you," he said, just like I knew he would.

"I've kinda used bad words, um...language, Father, and, um..."

"Like what, child? Have you taken the Lord's name in vain?" he asked.

"No. I don't think so, but I've said fuck a lot, Father and bitch
sometimes. Oh! And, uh, I said cunt a couple times, but not like I
called anybody that, and um...is pussy a bad word? I forgot, but I said
that sometimes, and cock and balls and I called Rita scrotum breath
once too." I thought about it a minute. "I think that's all of them,
Father. And asshole too. But I was talking about mine, you know?"

"I see...Go on."

"And I, um...I lied to my parents, Father. I told them I was going with
my friend Jenny to a movie, but I went to Uncle Seymour's house and I,
uh, let him take pictures of me, uh...doing things."

"What kind of things, child?"

"Well, first I sucked his cock, ooops! I mean, uh, his penis. And then
I, um, I let him and his friend fuck me, I mean...I let them know me,
you know, like in the, uh, Bible."

"And he took pictures of you?"

"Yes, Father. And, um...He made a video too," I confessed. "Uncle
Seymour called it 'Amy's First Foursome' except it wasn't really my
first one."

"Did he make you do these things?"

"Oh no, Father! I wanted to. But, well, I told my parents I was going
to a movie and I kind of felt bad about that."

"Uh-hmmm..."

"And, I kissed Tama, that Indian girl? I sorta Frenched her out in the
Public Library with like fifty guys watching and she, um...Tama didn't
really want me to and I know I shouldn't have...But..."

"But what, child?"

"But she...uh...Tama really needed a kiss, Father...At least I, um...I thought
she did," I shrugged. "She's a total virgin, even her lips!"

"So you were trying to help the girl, then?"

"Oh yes, Father! I didn't mean to hurt her feelings or anything, I
just...I wanted to...I don't know..." I giggled nervously and then cleared
my throat because everybody knows giggling in a confessional is kinda
bad. "But see, Father, that came from a different problem, that's what
I really need help with."

"What's that, child?"

"Well, Tama asked me if I would let her brother fu...uh...know me...if he
paid me forty dollars."

"Hmmm...And you think that if you do this thing, you'll be a prostitute?

"Exactly! Yeah, Father. I knew you'd u nderstand!" I smiled through
the divider at his shadow. "Uh...Would I be? A prostitute, I mean, if I
let him do it to me for money?"

"Well, child..." he nodded slowly, "...Yes, you would definitely be a
whore."

"Oh."

"That wasn't the answer you wanted to hear?" he sort of chuckled. "Was
it."

"Er, no, I guess not, Father," I agreed. "So maybe I shouldn't do it
then?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that. The blessed Mary Magdalene was a whore, a
real nasty Jezebel who knew half the Roman army. She would take them
two, three even five at a time," Monsignor Hardin told me. "And Mary
charged a lot less than forty dollars, I might add. But she was saved
when she heard our Lord Jesus preaching his message. She got on her
knees to receive his holy blessing, drinking the Good Word from our
Lord's righteous cup, so to speak."

"Oh!" I nodded at that. "So it's okay to be a whore, Father?"

"As long as you come to church on Sundays, child," he told me. "The
good Lord has a special place in his heart for dirty little whores
like you."

"He does? Thank you, Father!"

"Now about those other sins," he sighed. "The bad language and lying,
I think those will require a special penance, child. We'll have to
wash that nasty tongue of yours with the Lord's seed. We'll pray that
it takes root in your belly so that only words of goodness and truth
will pass your precious lips."

"Yes, Father."

"Now, come over here and we'll say the act of contrition together
while you perform your penance."

"Yes, Father."

I slipped out of the confessional and looked around, seeing nobody
else in the chapel before slipping into the adjoining space where
Monsignor Hardin sat. It was small in there, but not too bad.
Confessionals are actually kind of cozy, like the x-rated movie booths
in the bookstore downtown, but that's a different story. It's just
kind of funny how they look the same and especially smell the same,
you know? They always make me want to sneeze and Jill off at the same
time. Weird, huh?

"On your knees, child. Right here," he said, reaching around me to
make sure the confessional door was locked and I had no idea why
they'd put deadbolts in those things anyway.

"Oh!" I blinked at him and smiled nervously, but I knew what to do.
I'd been to confession before!

Monsignor Hardin already had his cock out and it was long and stiff,
oozing precum in the weak shadowy light. I knelt and wrapped my
fingers around it, feeling his meat all hot and firm already. I
admired it a moment, just because cock's are pretty cool, especially
big, handsome prick's like Monsignor Hardin's. He must have been
serious about my penance though, because I soon felt his gnarly old
fingers in my hair and he pulled me close. So I went to work cleaning
all those bad words out of my nasty mouth, sucking slowly at the
smooth head while I moved my hands up and down the long shaft.

Monsignor Hardin is kind of old, but his cock isn't. It was just as
big and hard as ever, so that I could put both hands around it and
still leave a lot for my mouth. He wasn't real thick, and I have to
admit that thick is kind of like a magic word for me, but I didn't
care as I swirled my tongue all around the head. Long is really cool
too and I could feel my pussy already juicing up at the idea of
filling my belly with the Lord's blessing!

"Ohhh yes, child. That's it...Mmmmm..." he sighed and I figured the Holy
Spirit must have been filling him too. He sure seemed swollen with
something, even more than he usually was!

His cock seemed larger for some reason, that's what I mean, and I
wondered if he'd taken extra vitamins or something. Monsignor Hardin
liked to sort of lean over my head when we did penance too, so the big
silver cross he always wore around his neck fell down over my eyes as
I worked his big cock deeper into my hungry little mouth. When I
pulled my mouth off his dick, the cross would rub across the head and
so I'd lick the precum off it real quickly ever now and again. I
didn't want the cross to get tarnished, you know.

Just as I was really getting started I heard the door to the
confessional opening and a girl's voice said "Forgive me Father, for I
have sinned. It's been two weeks since my last confession."

I froze with Monsignor Hardin's prick stuffed between my pouting lips
and my little fingers wrapped around the heavy shaft tightly. But he
didn't want me to stop my penance for anything! His hands pushed my
head down so that I had to suck him deeper, the head touching the back
of my throat and making me choke softly.

"Umphhh gaphhh!" I gagged and swallowed thickly, but a lot of spit and
precum was running down my chin anyway.

"Father?" the girl asked softly. "Are you okay?"

"Ahhh...Ahem, yes, child. Ah...(suck it!)...The Lord is here...(oh yes!)...Speak
your sins with a...(oh you little bitch!)...with a sincere heart and...
(deeper!)...You will be... (ahhhh!)...Forgiven...(don't stop!)...my child."

"Ulp...Shlop...shmuurp!" I couldn't help being noisy! Monsignor Hardin was
leaking precum like crazy and I could barely keep up as my mouth kept
filling up with the stuff. It didn't help that he was holding me
mostly by the ears and pulling my face up and down on his cock either.
He was totally fucking my mouth, you know? But I wasn't gonna complain
either!

"Uh, okay, Father..." the girl said. "Ummm...I've lied to my parents and..."

"Ohhhh...(eat it, Amy! eat my hard cock!)...Really? Tell me, child, why
did you...(ahhh, you little whore!)...Why did you lie?" Monsignor Hardin
wondered as his strong hands forced my head down. At the same time, he
lifted his hips so that his cock thrust against the tight opening of
my delicate throat.

Oomph! Umph! Guuuulp!"

"Are you, um...sure you're okay, Father?"

I thought I heard a little giggle, but I couldn't be sure as I managed
to swallow the same time as Monsignor Hardin pushed hard on the back
of my head. His cock snaked into my throat, stretching the soft hole
around him kind of uncomfortably at first. My lips were stretched too,
wrapped around his cock as they slid easily down to the root. I
blinked at the water in my eyes as the wiry pubic hairs surrounding
his prick tickled my nose and cheeks. I could feel his warm, soft
scrotum against my chin and I just kept swallowing, except all that
did was sorta rub Monsignor's dick as all those tiny muscles squeezed
around him.

"Oh, yessss...(oh fuck!)...I'm uh, fine...(you dirty slut!)...You go on, uh...
(lick my balls!)...You said you lied?"

Monsignor Hardin held my head down so I couldn't breathe while my
throat muscles worked against the hard shaft, massaging his cock as I
tried swallowing it. I wormed my tongue out, making wet slobbery
noises, sliding it under the base of his dick to lick weakly at his
balls. It was hard to do, especially with my body beginning to heave
for lack of air!

"You don't sound so good, Father." She must have leaned forward,
pressing her face to the screen so she could see what was going on.
"Oh my, God!" She was giggling then.

About that same time Father Hardin relaxed the pressure on my head and
I lifted my mouth off his cock, panting and drooling a huge runny mess
of saliva and precum down my chin and onto my blouse and skirt. I
looked at the screen and saw Laura Lovejoy's long blonde hair framing
her pretty face. Her blue eyes twinkled above high cheekbones and her
red lips were parted slightly so I could see the tip of her pink
tongue peeking out.

"Get back to your penance, child!" Monsignor Hardin pushed my head
back down.

Of course, I took him inside my cock gobbling mouth again, opening my
throat a lot easier the second time and letting him fuck me all the
way down again, rubbing and teasing his heavy old balls with my
fingers while I worked my tongue against the shaft. Deep throating
always got me hot and sweaty, but especially between my legs and I
reached down with one hand to reach under my skirt and rub my juicy
slit through my panties.

"Is that Amy Welch, Father?" Laura whispered with glee. "Why you
little cocksucker! I knew it! What a slut!"

Monsignor Hardin seemed to have decided to ignore her, concentrating
instead on the great mouth fuck he was getting from me. "Oh yessss..."
he moaned, "...She's a cocksucking...Ugh! ...Whore!"

"Fuck her mouth, Father! Let me see it!"

"Shhh...Be quiet! ...Ohhhh fuck! ...Someone will hear you!" Monsignor Hardin
admonished the 17-year-old senior. He pulled me off his cock with a
wet slurping sound. "Suck my balls now, Amy!"

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me down to the base of his
cock. His balls were already laying on his black trousers, big and
hairy and wet with spit and precum. They smelled like sweat and sex
and good stuff like that. I love balls! They're so cool and right then
they were all over my flushed face as he pushed and pulled me by the
hair.

"Yes, Father..." I breathed, lapping at them for a moment before taking
one into my mouth and rolling it gently with my tongue.

"Oh shit, Father! She's really doing it!" Laura giggled. "This is just
so fucking unbelievable!"

I stared at her pretty face as Laura peered down at me through the
screen, watching me suck those heavy, cum-filled balls. She'd never
liked me for some reason, though we'd never really spoken or anything,
and I could see the mischief in her eyes.

"Wait until everybody hears about this!" she said with a grin. "Amy's
gotta be the biggest slut in school!"

What? I'd give Laura something to talk about, alright. I wasn't being
a slut! I was doing penance and there's a big difference, you know?
I'd probably have to go to confession again after I kicked her firm,
round ass all over the church, but I liked confession anyway! So I
started to pull away, tugging gently at the Monsignor's left nut with
my still sucking mouth, but he just pulled me back closer.

"Don't stop, Amy...They're just getting warmed up!" he said softly, and
then his voice changed a little. "Laura, do you remember that talk we
had about getting into Notre Dame next year?"

"Er, yes, Father...I remember," Laura's voice was a little less gleeful.
"What about it?"

"Well, I have all the...(suck those balls, slut!)...Papers ready for your
full...(uh! yeah! both of them!)...Scholarship, I just haven't...(that's it,
more tongue!)...Signed them yet..." Monsignor Hardin lifted me slightly.
"Get back on my cock, little whore!" he urged softly.

"B-But why not, Father? I need to...I mean, I really want to..." Laura
sounded a little nervous now and it made me try to smile around the
long hard cock pushing back into my mouth.

"I know, child. You don't want to spend ...(yeah, child!)...the rest of
your life selling donuts at that...(ohhh! watch the teeth!)...7-11, but...
(perfect!)...I'm just not sure Notre Dame is the right...(suck the head!)...
place for a girl who likes to gossip," Monsignor Hardin sighed as if
it were the last thing in the world he wanted to say. "And with your...
(take it all!)...mother working at that sleazy strip club, well...(fuck!
your mouth is good!)...She does have a nice body, Laura...(nice hot
tongue!)...and I suppose the tips are good...(lick the tip!)...But not
enough to get you into any...(ughhh! suck you whore!)...anything but the
local Vo-Tech, I'm afraid."

"What?" Laura sounded desperate. "But Father...Monsignor Hardin, I can't
go to Vo-Tech!"

Monsignor Hardin started thrusting his hips a little, while I just
bobbed my head up and down and worked his wet slimy fuckshaft with my
hands. He sure was taking a long time to cum, I thought, and my jaw
was getting tired! I was working that cock hard and fast, believe me!

"And there is the matter...(I'm going to fuck your mouth, slut!)...of
tuition here, at Virgin Mary's. I know you're a charity student, but
we do have to balance the books...Agggh!" He grabbed me by my ears,
holding my head still while he started fucking my face again. "I'd
have a hard...(so hard, slut!)...time convincing the school board that we
should keep paying for a student who doesn't...(give me your throat,
Amy!)...respect the Mother Church, who spreads rumors about what she
thinks she might have overheard...(you tight bitch!)...in the
confessional."

Laura wasn't saying anything after that, so Monsignor Hardin pulled me
off his cock with a wet popping sound. He smiled down at me and
winked. "What do you think, Amy?"

"Ummmph!"

I started trying to say I didn't know, but he'd already pushed my cock
hungry mouth back down on his prick, fucking the swollen head into my
throat with a hard lunge so all that came out was "Mmmpph...agghhh...
umph!"

"See, even an innocent...(fucking whore!)...child of God like Amy here has
a hard time believing you'd want to be a gossiping little magpie and
break your mother's heart." He jammed his prick balls deep into my
throat and I felt his hands tighten in my hair.

The Monsignor's balls seemed to jump beneath my fingers, wet and hot
with the mouth juice that had run down the shaft. His cock quickly
swelled and then Monsignor Hardin was shooting his creamy load
straight into my tummy, groaning and bucking his hips while he held my
warm face tightly against his damp clothes.

"Swallow it, Amy...Swallow you little slut!" he urged, but I didn't even
have to swallow, he was buried so far in me. I just had to hold my
breath and feel his hot semen filling my belly, warming me up nicely
and making my pussy tighten with the knowledge that I was drinking
deep from the well of absolution.

He let me lift my head just enough to keep the tip between my lips as
I took a deep breath. Cum dribbled out of him still, coating my tongue
and lips with a milky glaze. I swirled salty semen around my open
mouth as I rubbed his cock back and forth across my face. My lips felt
swollen and bruised, and my throat was sore from being fucked so hard
for so long, but I loved it. I swallowed the remnants of his slimy
ball juice, savoring the taste and snotty texture as I added it to the
big load already in my tummy.

"Good girl, Amy. How would you like to go to Notre Dame on a full
scholarship?" Monsignor Hardin chuckled and then looked at the screen.
I followed his gaze and licked my lips and then my fingers, sucking
them clean slowly, one by one. Laura looked very penitent indeed,
almost as if she were ready to cry.

"I...I'm sorry Father, I didn't mean..." she started, but Monsignor Hardin
cut her off.

"I know, my dear. I know...We were just confessing, you told me your
sins and I'm ready to forgive you now. If..." he said seriously,
stroking my hair as I still knelt there, "...if you're truly sorry and
realize the importance of keeping everything that's said..." he looked
down at me as I nuzzled his flaccid cock, "...and done...in the
confessional secret."

"Oh yes, Father! I'm really sorry! I just..." Laura bit her lip, looking
for the right word, "...forgot for a minute. I wasn't going to...to...say
anything!"

"Good. Now, why don't you apologize to Amy and then everyone will feel
a lot better."

"Amy, I'm sorry I, uh...overheard your confession and I swear, I'll
never tell anyone anything," Laura said weakly, but it sounded kind of
sincere to me anyway.

"Um, that's okay Laura." I shrugged. "Thank you." I didn't know what
else to say.

"Now you girls get to class, er...Maybe you should visit the little
girl's room first, Amy." Monsignor Hardin smiled at me. "And Laura,
you stop by my office this afternoon, right after lunch, and we'll
talk some more about your scholarship."

"Yes Father," we both said at the same time.

I stepped out of the confessional, taking a deep breath of cool, fresh
air. So did Laura as she stepped out of her side, and stood there
awkwardly for a moment, just sort of looking at each other.

"Here," she said, digging a tissue out of her purse. "You have some,
uh...some...here..." She dabbed at some cum that was sticking to my cheek.

"Thanks." I looked down at my blouse; it was pretty wet like I'd
spilled something all over myself. And my face and neck and even the
tops of my boobs were sticky. "I guess I got a little messy," I
giggled, feeling a little self-conscious for some reason and Laura
giggled too.

"I've never...I...Is it hard? Doing that?" she asked and I could tell she
was nervous too. We started walking out of the church slowly side by
side. Pausing to dip our fingers in the holy water and making the sign
of the cross.

"No, uh-uh. It's really easy once you know how." I licked my lips,
still tasting Monsignor Hardin and gave a little burp that tasted like
cock and sperm. "Oops!" I giggled again and so did Laura.

"Are you really a whore?" she asked me.

I'd already decided I was going to let Tama's brother fuck me for
money, so I nodded, "Yeah, I am."

We left the church and walked down the sidewalk in the fresh morning
air. It was just half a block to the school.

"My mom's a whore," Laura said finally.

"I thought Monsignor Hardin said she was a dancer." I looked at her,
wondering what Laura's mom looked like.

Laura was tall and thin, maybe 5'10" or something, and not even
wearing heels, and she was very pretty in the sunshine. I wished I was
tall. And she had nice tits too. Like really pointy under her white
blouse, but that was probably just her bra. Still, I only had little
tits and so I couldn't help but admire Laura's.

"Well, she dances too. She's an exotic dancer, but mostly she's a
whore." Laura said softly.

"Oh." We walked in silence and cut across the small parking lot before
we turned the corner, I was going to use the cafeteria entrance, since
there was a bathroom close by there. "Monsignor Hardin told me that
the good Lord has a special place in his heart for whores."

"Really?" Laura looked at me, looking almost hopeful and I wondered
what the deal was with her and her mom.

"Yeah," I smiled at her. "Mary Magdalene was a whore and Jesus loved
her." That seemed like pretty good evidence to me.

"Yeah," Laura smiled back and surprised me with a hug, even though I
was pretty damp. I hugged her too and she thanked me, whispering it in
my ear. I whispered that she was welcome in hers.

"Do you want to come over to my place sometime after school? You can
have dinner with us and meet my mom, if you want. We um, we have to
eat early because she works nights, you know?" she said it like she
half expected me to laugh at her and I thought she'd probably never
invited anyone to her house before. I realized then that Laura Lovejoy
was probably pretty lonely inside.

So I kissed her, just a little one on the lips like friends do
sometimes. "Yeah, I'd love to!" I said. She looked a little surprised,
but not mad because I'd kissed her, and happy that I'd agreed.

"What's your class schedule like?" Laura asked me and we compared,
finding we both had study hall from ten to eleven every morning. "Do
you want to, um...study together...or something?" she asked and I thought
her shyness was kinda cute.

"Sure, yeah. I'd like it a lot," I nodded and smiled.

"Good! I'll, uh...I'll see you in 3rd period tomorrow, okay? In the
library."

"Okay," I nodded some more and Laura reached into her purse again,
pulling out a little peppermint candy and handing it to me.

"Your, um...your breath is sorta..." she giggled and so did I.

"Cummy?" I popped the candy into my mouth as she nodded. "Thanks,
Laura. See you later!"

"Bye, Amy!" she said and went the other way, turning to catch me as I
was going through the doors. "Don't forget! The library!"

And that was how I became friends with Laura Lovejoy and decided to
become a whore just like her mom. Weird huh?



End of 02
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