My Strange Life - Chapter III

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.

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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?

 

        Chapter 4