Amy's Story

by Roman

My name is Amy. I am in the eighth grade attending middle school.

Last year the board combined schools making a middle school instead of school and a middle school. I have been in attendance every day since I started school and have been rewarded for perfect attendance. But now its all changed. Please let me tell you about it.

My father and mother divorced when I was in the sixth grade. The courts gave me to mom and my brother to Dad. A few months after the divorce Mom took in a man who was more interested in me than in her. One night, after they came home from a party, he came into my room. I pretended to be asleep to see what he would do. He pulled down the bed covers and then he took off my pj bottoms. He slipped a finger into my bottom and spoke.

“Be a good girl. Let me show you how it feels to have a cock in that tight ass of yours. You have to remain virgin but there are other ways to fuck you my dear.” All the time he was speaking his finger was in my ass moving around. I moaned in displeasure and disbelief. At last he took it out and pulled out his cock. A few moments later some white stuff sprayed all over me. I felt icky and wanted to wash it off. I dared not move or breathe for fear he would do more to me. At last, after what seemed like hours he left and gently closed my door. I cried into the pillow and then I got up and went to the bathroom to shower.

The next day at school I told my best friend what happened.

“Amy” she said, “you need to tell someone. You should go to the police.”

“I told you. You’re enough. No one else has to know.”

But after school that day I walked home to a police car and a welfare worker knocking at the door. I asked who they were and why they were there. They told me someone had made a complaint and they needed to investigate. I sighed.

I opened the door, let them in, offered them a drink, sat down and waited for their questions.

“I understand the man living here has been doing some things to you.” said the social worker. I nodded.

She went on. “Do you like what he does?” I shook my head. “Would you tell us what happened? Again I shook my head in the negative.

Cop asked, “Why won’t you tell?”

“Because if I do he will kill Mom.” I said matter of factly. He nodded and then he pulled the lady aside.

“We want to wait for your mom.”

“Sure. Make yourselves comfortable while I start dinner.

“You always cook dinner for the two of you?”

I nodded. “I only put on the potatoes or turn off the crock pot. I never turn on the stove or oven I am not allowed to do that.” I mumbled. Just then the door opened and Mom came in.

“Who are you? What are you doing here? Get out!” I had never seen mom so angry.

“I think you had better listen to us.” said the policeman. “Your daughter has a story to tell and I think you need to listen to her.”

“No I don’t!” I responded very emphatically. “I’m leaving!”

“No you’re not!” said Mom and she made me sit down. In fact all of us took seats in the living room.

“Now again,” said the cop, “Tell us what happened.”

I started at the beginning. I told the whole story of how he came in to my room and played with my ass and what he did with his finger and how I took a shower afterward. Then when I got to the end, I asked Mom if I could go play. She allowed me and I ran to my friend’s house. I found her on her porch with her mom. I screamed at her as to how she was a traitor and told after she promised not to. Then I fell on to the floor and bawled my eyes out.

“Amy! Please Amy. I didn’t tell. I promise.” Jen looked at me and put her arms around me. “Jen, someone told. There was a cop and a social worker waiting when I got home from school. They were asking a lot of questions. Now they are with Mom and waiting for her friend to come home from work.

Jen’s mom came out their front door and onto the porch. “I told the police, if you must know. I over heard you and Jen talking and I thought they should know what a bad thing he was doing to my daughter’s best friend.”

I began to scream at her. She said she understood my anger and asked me to sit on the floor next to her. “I want to tell you a story about a little girl your age.” I nodded.

“This youngster had to come home daily from school and go her room, strip, get on the bed and wait with her legs open for her father to come in and molest her. It got so bad she ran away and then to make matters worse the police returned her to her father so he could do it all over again. Finally she could take no more and ran away to the west coast where she begged on the streets, slept in dumpsters, and sold herself to survive.”

I looked up at her. She had tears in her eyes as she related the story. I quickly deduced that she was talking about herself. “Are you telling me a true story?” I asked, pulling gently at her breast. She nodded. “I understand. May go now and play with Jen?”

“Yes: of course, you can.

Jen took me upstairs to her room while her mother began to make dinner preparations. “Tell me all he did to you, Please!” She begged. I told her what he did and showed her my little ass.

“That big finger in there must have hurt,” she said sympathetically. I nodded in the affirmative and then came the surprise. Jen rolled on to her tummy and pulled up her skirt. “Take down my panties and do to me what he did to you,” she begged. I did as she asked and took my middle finger and stuck it in her bum hole.

“That feels so good!” she cooed. “Do it some more. Make me cum. Please get me off! I am begging you! Get me off!”

I fingered her ass as long as I could stand it and then I fingered her pussy. Finally I simply licked her to an orgasm. She tasted sweet and her little slit was awash in her juices. When she came down to earth, she asked, “Do you want me to do you?”

“I’m too sore and not in the mood,” I said as I rubbed her breast and felt her budding tits. She cooed and cuddled me while I rubbed my hands all over her body trying to make her calm down. At last thoroughly sated she calmed.

“Let’s get a shower together, dress and go out doors,” she said matter of factly. The shower was soothing and then dressing was easy and simple and out doors we started.

“Where are you ladies going?” Jen’s mom asked in a tone that suggested we weren’t going anywhere. “I want you to clean your room and the bathroom Jen. You were told to do it yesterday now get it done. GO!” She was emphatic about it.

“Amy come in here. We have to talk.” Her voice changed. She was being all mushy. I knew there was something very very wrong.

“Amy sit down. This is not easy for me to tell you but while you were upstairs with Jen the social worker and the policeman were here.” I tried to listen. I began to cry. I knew this was not going to be good. Please Amy just listen to me. Amy your mother and her boyfriend were taken to jail a little while ago. It seems your Mom had been filming you with him and then selling the films. You are not allowed to go back to your house at the moment. A social worker will be here in a while to discuss arrangements with you as to where you would like to live.”

“I want to stay here. Please.” I began to sob and to heave. The impact and shock of this news was starting to get to me. Jen’s mom, “Call me Jill.” she said somewhere in my confused state, went on. “I have discussed your staying with Jen and I and so far no one has said no. Would you like that?”

“Oh! YES! PLEASE!” I begged her very emphatically. I want that very much. I stayed lying on the sofa for the rest of the hour.

There came a knock at the door. I was sure it was the social worker going to take me away.

Jill answered it and brought Ms know it all into the living room. I sat up and looked straight at her. “I am staying here.” I said laying out the ground rule for a fight. She looked me in the eye. “That is fine for right now. You may stay for the next week or two anyway. It will take at least that long to locate your relatives.”

“I have none that I know of. Mom’s parents are long deceased and I never knew my father. He skipped out on me when I was three. I think he is in the military. I really don’t know Mom never told me anything about him.”

“Your mom told us he has retired and is living somewhere in Florida though she said she did not know where. We do not know his name though, she refused to tell us. Do you know it?”

“It’s Larson.” I replied. “Charles Larson. That is all I know about him.”

“I see. It’s a start.” said Ms social worker. Then she turned to Jill. “Amy can stay with you. Your application as a foster parent was approved and we are officially placing Amy with you. There are some rules that you have to abide by. She has to have her own room, she has to have a certain amount of privacy and she has to go to school. There can be no complaints filed against you during the probationary period that lasts for six months. I am sure you will have no trouble following the directions.”

And with that she left.

“Jen come down here,” Jill hollered. Jen came down with a bound. “Amy will be staying with us. She is to have the room at the end of the hall.” Jen nodded. “We can get her things tomorrow with a police escort. I will make the arrangements. In the meantime I am going to make up a list of chores for the two of you and you are to do them with no arguments. Understand?”

Jen nodded. I quickly agreed with Jill.

Jen took me upstairs and showed me the room I was going to be able to call my own. It had a door that opened into the bathroom. From there was another door that opened into Jen’s room. We both smiled and then got kissy face. A hug, another kiss and we went back down stairs.

“I think this will work out well if we all work together. Now get going on your chores.” Jill said to us.

CHAPTER 2

The rest of the day went very well. By dinner time all of the chores were finished and the house looked clean or at least cleaner than it had early in the day. After dinner, Jen and I did our home work. Then it was time for bed.

We each went into our own rooms and got ready for bed. We met in the bathroom. There we watched each other as we got ready for our showers. Once the water was just right, we got in. It was off to the races. I got down on my knees and looked up at Jen’s bald little slit. My hands rose up her legs and found her secret place. I began to rub it and she began to moan. It did not take her long to slip down into the tub and spread her legs wide.

“Eat me! Eat me!” she begged and tried to pull my hair to force my mouth to her bare slit. At last I put my mouth over that little thing and began to lick and suck on her. Her legs came together clamping my head between them. She bucked, moaned, and begged for more. My hands were all over her chest and torso. I could not keep from pinching her little nipples. Then with a long stiff jerk she came. Her juices flowed and I got a mouthful. At last she opened her legs and spoke. “That was incredible. Where did you learn to do that? You are the best!” she exclaimed as she came down off her high. We got up and showered. She washed me and then she started to get me hot when Jill called and told us to not use all the hot water.

We got out and went our separate ways. I to my room she to hers. A few minutes later I was on my bed playing with myself. I was just beginning to put a finger in myself when Jen came in and threw herself on my bed.

In seconds she was all over me. She kissed me deeply and pushed her hands under my nighty to find my nipples. I took it off and let her suck on my buds and kiss me more.

“What do you want me to do?” Jen purred as I began to relax and open myself to her.

“Play with me, eat me, finger me. Do what you want! But make me cum!” I demanded. She nodded and kissed me again snaking her tongue into my mouth. This was my first French kiss and it felt so good! My hands wrapped around Jen’s butt and I pulled her on top of me. She was soft, warm, and very ready for me. I refrained waiting for her to run her hands over my legs and body and into my wet slit. Her fingers finally found the prize and I moaned as she inserted them into me. Her thumb began to work on my rosebud and in a few moments I bucked stiffened and felt that magic cum rush through me.

When I came down, I pulled her to me and returned a magic kiss. She got on top of me. She felt good, warm and cuddly as she held me close and let her fingers do the talking, walking and whatever.

“Amy do you want a finger in your other hole?” she asked as she licked her wet hand. I nodded and moaned.

“It didn’t feel right when he did it,” I whispered. “You can try if it feels good you’ll know.”

Jen put a finger right at my little opening. Then she stopped and got a jar of cream from the night stand next to the bed. She opened it, got a gob on her finger and dropped it into place. At first it was cold and felt really like I shit myself. But then her finger went in and it felt very different. I felt like I was being impaled on the finest thing ever. When she pushed it in, I felt full. Out, I felt empty and in need. It seemed seconds and I was cumming again. “OOOOOOO GIVE IT TO ME! OOOOHHHHH AHHHHH!” My body stiffened and then shuddered as I came hard and then fell asleep with Jen’s finger still inside me.

We were wrapped in each other’s arms when the alarm went off. It was six o’clock in the morning and the first day of the new school year. We got up showered, dressed, got our books, ate and went to the bus stop. It wasn’t long before the other kids, some of them our friends, showed up. There were about ten of us that morning. In the days to come there would be a few more. The bus came, we got on, and went to our usual seat in the rear. The bus started and then stopped again in a few hundred yards or so. There was a new kid there. He came to our seat, sat down and looked at us.

“You’re Amy,” he said matter of factly. “I hear you like girls.”

“What of it?”

“Lez. That’s what you are! Nothing but a lez.”

I got mad. “Meet me after school. I’ll show you lez.”

The kid laughed. “You ain’t so big.” I did not respond.

Jen said, “Aren’t you afraid of him.”

“No, he is more a mouth than a fighter. Besides there is something you don’t know I have a black belt in karate. And I know how to take care of myself.”

“Where did you learn that and when?”

“I had lessons. One of mom’s friends gave them to me. We went to all sorts of state tournaments.”

Jen laughed. “I can’t wait to see this.” She whispered in my ear. “This is going to be the shortest fight of his life.”

We got to school without further incident. “See you at lunch.” I hollered as we went our separate ways.

The boy who had been teasing me came to my homeroom. I was sort of surprised but not upset.

He sat behind me and every chance he got he would whisper how lez I was. By lunch time I was really angry with him. We were in the cafeteria when he started again. I was in front of him in line and it was an easy move and he went down to the floor covered in his food. The kids all laughed but he did nothing.

I felt a little better and so went on about finding Jen. We sat a table off by ourselves. We no sooner started talking than this boy showed up again with a couple of his buddies.

“You tripped me!” he began. I nodded.

“You are a dyke, lesbian and you are not nothing.” He said menacingly.

I said, “You don’t want me to get up. I have boys like you for lunch.”

He laughed. “See you after school,” he said and walked away with his friends.

Jen gave me a worried look.

“Don’t be upset. He’s nothing.”

The afternoon was more of the boy’s teasing and carrying on. I waited patiently for three o’clock and then when the bell rang I ran to the playground. A few minutes later the boy and his friends showed up. “You ready to fight?” I asked innocently.

He nodded.

“Take your best shot!” I yelled.

He stood back and got into the classic boxing pose. I let him swing and then took him to the ground. “Get up and fight!” I taunted him. He got up and swung at me. Again he was on the ground. When he got up this time he tried to kick me. I grabbed his leg and pulled it up making him land on his back rather hard. He didn’t get up. Instead, he yelled “Get her!” to his buddies. One of them Billy, I was well acquainted with. He was a bully, a rough kid and I had fought him in the dojo I attended at one time. He was not going to be easy. But one or two moves and he too was on the ground. When he got up for the third time I gave him a quick swing to the face and knocked him down once again. I was going to give him another punch but the principal came out and grabbed me.

“My office. NOW!” He roared. Three of us followed him into the building and into the office.

When we were all seated he started in. “You know the rules. No fighting on the school grounds. Three day suspensions for each of you.” I began to cry.

“Please Mr. Evans, I am on a probation and if I get into any trouble I am going to be removed from my home and placed somewhere.”

“You should have thought about that before you got into a fight with Billy.”

“Mr. Evans, Billy was calling me names and harassing me all day. I decided to fight him because that was the only way I knew to stop him from further harassment.”

“That true, Billy?”

Billy nodded. “I got what I deserved.”

Now I was shocked. Billy never admitted to anything. I decided I would back him a little bit.

“He challenged me to a fight,” I said. “We agreed to meet after school. Neither of us thought it would be a bad thing to fight in the school yard while we waited for the bus.”

Mr. Evans nodded. I don’t think I am going to suspend you but if you do it again you are both going to be suspended, reported and face the consequences do you understand.”

“We nodded.”

“You may leave.”

We left quietly and walked out the door.

“You’re a good fighter. I was surprised you were so good. Thank you for not doing too much damage to me. Last year I got a tooth knocked out fighting with a kid.”

“Thanks for sticking up for me.” I shook his hand. “You want to go to a movie or something on Saturday?” he asked.

I looked at him in complete shock.

“First you call me a lez and then you want to take me out?”

“Sure,” he said, “I know when I am beaten and I know that a lez would never fight like you did. You’re great and I respect that.”

Stunned, I simply said, “Let me think about it.” When I got home I told Jen what had happened.

“Mom already knows there is a social worker in the living room with her now. She is doing her best to keep you but the lady is convinced you are leaving with her.

With tears in my eyes I ran into the house. I dropped my books on the floor and then pulled myself together enough to face the woman. “Amy this is Ms Brewster. She has come to discuss with you the reason for your fight after school.”

I sat down on the sofa as prim and properly as I could.

“Amy, you were in a fight today.”

“Yes.”

“Did you know you could be removed for that?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you fight?”

“I was being picked on and called names. I thought the boy who was doing it deserved to be taught a lesson. I decided to do it. He spent the entire day from the time I got on the bus to the minute school ended calling me lez and other things. At the end of the day I met him in the school yard. He took the first swing and then I let him have it. We are friends now and he asked me to go to a movie with him Saturday night.”

“You won’t be keeping that date. You are moving into a home for incorrigible children. You knew the rule and now you are going to come with me. Go get your things!”

This lady was going to need some persuasion. I decided to do the one thing I was taught never to do and that was to talk back to her and then to attack her. I waited until she got up. Then I cautiously stood up and asked if she were going to watch me pack. She said yes and started for the stairs.

My plan was to get upstairs first and then kick her as hard as I could so she would fall downstairs. Jill apparently realized I was up to something because she was right behind this lady and trying to make me stop before I started. I did. I went on into my room and began to pack. Just as I got out my suitcase, there was a hard knocking at the door. It was Jill’s attorney. He let himself in and came up to find me packing. He told Jill and Ms Brewster to talk to him downstairs. A few minutes later Jill came back up and said everything was all right. Ms Brewster it seems was trying to push her weight around and Jill, who already had a lawyer for her divorce called him.

He had an axe to grind with the school, he said, and this was icing on the cake. He got a cease and desist order, a request for a hearing, and a request for an adoption, all signed and ready to go. He only presented Ms Brewster with the cease and desist order.

She left in a huff saying she would be back that evening. The lawyer told her she had better not return or she would be charged with trespassing.

“She’ll be back,” I said with sadness as I packed.

“You put that away right now.” said Jill and she opened the case and began to put my clothes back where they belonged.

“What Ms Brewster does not know nor do you, is this. I stopped by the jail this morning. I got your mother to agree to sign a certificate of adoption that allows me to have custody over you and the right to adopt you should you want that.”

“I want to see Mom!” I begged. The lawyer, Mr. Robbins said that would not be possible because I was not eighteen. However, he said there was a way and he would arrange a meeting with me and mom during her preliminary hearing.

“What did she actually do?” I asked. “

She took part in a bank robbery. She has decided to plead guilty to the charges and testify against her boyfriend.”

I nodded, sighed, and looked straight at him. “Mom was never one to pick good friends. This time her friend on the police force could not help her. I guess she knows what is best for her. For once she has done right by me. I guess I will let her go now. I hope she will be all right in five or ten years.

Jill sat down on my bed and pulled me to her. She gave me a hug and said, “Amy life often hands you bad breaks and makes us do things we don’t want to. Maybe your mom got into one of those situations she couldn’t get out of. I nodded.

“It’s amazing she has, for once, she did something for me. She’s letting me stay with you and Jen.

I pulled Jill to me and gave her a kiss. Then I got up put my things back and went to find Jen.

I found her downstairs in the family room. She was feeling a bit angry or something as there were some tears in her eyes. We hugged each other and then I told her I was staying permanently. We both screamed joyously and then went upstairs to thank the attorney but he had already gone.

“You two go out and play or do something.”

“Yes’m” and we left.

Chapter 3

Outside, we began to walk down to the local hangout. It’s a sort of grocery store, with a little of a local flavor to it. Several of Billy’s friends showed up.

“You want to finish what you started?”

“I want to take you, you bitch. I want to see what you have and your going to show me all of you.”

I looked at him.

“Let’s go to the park. It’s too crowded here and besides I just might let you look.” I answered him.

Jen and I followed the three boys to the park. We found a secluded place then he turned around and said, “What did you want to show me?” “This,” I said, as I swung as hard as I could and hit him in the nose. He keeled over and began to cry.

“Now you leave me and Jen alone or there will be more of that.” I said. Just then Marie came up.

“WOW! The little shit is on the ground and crying. Wait till I tell my friends what happened.”

The kid turned bright red. “You won’t tell anyone if you know what’s good for you,” he snarled.

Marie laughed and I asked her if she would like to join us. She nodded and we went back to hang out at the grocery.

However, we never made it back to the hang out. Instead we went deeper into the park to a secluded clearing. Marie began to look interested in both Jen and I. At last she kind of leaned over to me and asked if she could give me a kiss.

I nodded. She pulled me to her and kissed me. Her lips parted and her tongue snaked its way into my mouth. A few seconds later she had me on the ground and was feeling me up. Jen joined her and both began to unzip and unfasten until my clothes were loose enough that they could feel bare skin.

They played with my nipples, rubbed their hands all over me finally pulling down my pants and reaching me hot spot.

I began to buck against them. I spread my legs to give them easy access and let them do with me as they wished. When I got my hands free I pulled their butts as close to me as I could and felt them up in return.

A few minutes later, someone’s tongue forced open my mouth and entered between my teeth. The other one began suck on my slit making me buck hard and fast. In a few minutes, it seemed like hours I came. I came so hard that I squirted in the face of the girl doing me. She let out a little scream and then brought her face to mine. It was Jen.

“Lick your juices off me, please,” she begged.

I licked her face, neck, chest and then her boobs. Her nipples got hard. She began to buck. Marie fingered her and I meanwhile pulled her down to feel her warm skin against mine. In a few minutes we all came. Jen and Marie just got a bit wet. I, on the other hand, managed to get both of them soaking wet and to wet the grass as well.

Our tryst was ending when we were surprised by a couple of boys.

“What have we here?”

“What we have are three lassies going at each other. Guess we know now why they have never dated anyone. Guess we need to show them what a man is all about,” sneered the other.

“Try me! You pricks!” I retorted. These boys were definitely older and not well mannered.

“They’re under age! You dope! What do you think you are doing trying to take on a girls their age?” said one of the older ones to his friend. Now I knew we had both of them. I whispered into Marie’s ear. “Go get the cops.”

She dressed and very quietly snuck away from us and out of sight. “Hey where is the other one? There were three a moment ago.”

While the man’s attention was on the missing Marie I slowly approached the one whose back was to me and kicked him as hard as I could in the knees. He went down clutching his calves and screaming. That got the other one’s attention and he grabbed me picking me up off the ground. I tried to kick him but he held me like a sack of flour. My kicking was at the air and I was not strong enough to do anything even though I was pounding him on his back.

“Keep it up young lady. I love eating girls like you.” He tried to reach for my pants to pull them down. I tried to hang on to them to keep them up. I lost. They dropped down fairly rapidly and bunched up around my shoes. There was nothing I could do now. I was tied by my own pants! Just then a siren that got closer and closer.

I thought for sure I was rescued.

The guy ignored it. He put his mouth on me and began to lick. It was weird at first. Then it sort of made me shiver. Again a siren. This time it really was the cops. They surprised us both. They got the guy and took him away. Then a lady officer said she would take me home and talk to me and my mom. I nodded.

“Can my friend Jen come with us?” I asked in a very shy voice. “Sure.” We got into the car with the lady and she took us home.

Jill, Jen’s mom, met us at the door. “Trouble seems to be your middle name.” She said, as she let us all into the house.

“Go one upstairs and clean up.”

“No, not yet.” said the lady cop. “Please just wait in the living room.” The cop explained to Jill what happened. What she saw, and what she was going to have to do. Jill agreed and we were told to leave the house and go with the officer to the hospital.

I rode with Jill and Jen. Jill explained that I was going to have to have an exam that was not going to be pleasant. She also said, that the results would probably make the bad guy go away for a long time. Without saying anything, I began to fear that what was going to happen was Jill was going to be told of my relationship with Jen and Marie. That I knew was not going to be taken well at all. I decided to tell the nurse the entire story so she would discount all but the guy. We got to the hospital and went directly to the emergency room. A nurse took me to a private room and told me to take off my clothes and get a gown on. I did and pretty soon after that a doctor came in to examine me. Nothing wrong with this young lady. No forced penetration and no bruising. I guess you interrupted things before they got started. The officer and Jill thanked him and he left. “You can get dressed now.” said the nurse and she too left. Jill and the officer shook hands and then she left leaving us standing in the hallway wondering what to do for dinner.