chapter 04

I made an appointment with the school's therapist. He had a title of counselor but the students called him the therapist. I knew he went to the same church with his ugly wife and two sons. The two sons weren't there every Sunday.

He was talking to me. Assuring me nothing I said would leave the room.

"I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Maybe nothing is."

"Is it normal for a girl to think of sex all the time."

"Some physiologists would say that after puberty it is impossible not to. But most of them weren't Catholic."

I laughed.

"Are you Catholic."

"On paper, I am."

"If someone put it on paper that I was a goat."

"You get the idea, Anny."

"Why bother faking it."

He laughed.

"You are a clever girl, Anny. Most people never really understand that we are a bunch of animals promenading as the creatures of God."

He wasn't really saying that. I was hearing him say that so that I could like him. He was pretending he actually believed in the Catholic School system. The Roman Empirical Church. Enslave the poor and rob them blind.

I pulled my sweater up over my head, letting my belly show. With my head covered, he could look at it while I dropped my sweater beside me. He had managed to get back up to my tits before I looked at him. They where big enough for a bra but there they were with their nipples poking through my t-shirt.

FAKIT. It was a brand name. It wasn't allowed. My tits may have hinted at discontent. My therapist wouldn't stop reading. FAKIT.

"Anny, are you trying to seduce me."

I opened my jeans and slid my hand down to my lips. My lips were wet.

"Masturbate with me. I want to watch you."

I could see he was trying to do the right thing. But my t-shirt or the tits pushing through, he got up and locked his door. I wiggled out of my jeans and opened up my legs so my therapist could see me play with my cunt.

I licked my fingers and slid two inside me and with the moisture rubbed my clitoris. He finally touched his hard on and rubbed it a little. I pulled my little panties away from my asshole so he could wonder about it. I touched it in passing a couple times before he finally pulled down his zipper and reached in for his penis.

I rubbed a little more on my asshole and he pulled out a very nice looking penis. I slid my finger into my ass and he started rubbing his cock, making his head very swollen.

He took a couple steps closer to me. He waited to see my reaction than took a few more steps until all I had to do was sit up and I would lick his swollen head.

So I did.

I licked his balls before taking him, Mr. Penis, into the home of my mouth. The place most genitalia feel at home. Communion with no words.

He held my head. He would have let go if I made him. It was more of a plea. Please let me cum. When I had sucked long enough, he did. Then he played with my hair a little. To show affection. I stood up and kissed him and shared his cum with him. He twitched. Then he put his penis away and tryed not to pace the room while I slid my jeans on.

"Thank you for your help, Sir. I've got to get to third class now."

chapter 05

On Wednesday afternoon our science class took a trip to the smithsonian to see the bugs. I had seen the bugs with my family. Bugs were supposed to impress upon us the wonder of God's creation but bugs were so obviously form following function that they displayed evolution. Survival of the fittest bugs.

The man telling the story of the amazing cockroach took a big one out of the aquarium and held it in his hand. It walked over one hand to the next.

"Take it."

He picked me out. Because he wanted my attention and my reaction. I held out my hand and thought about dropping the bug on the floor and stomping on it hard enough to crack and flatten its armor. But it was too bloody big. It would be like jumping on a box of vomit.

So I let it run over my hands. Then it stopped and sniffed around with its antennas as if to say my thoughts were known and I was being watched.

I knew that. It was how I looked. Made to be raped by the media to sell chemicals to smear over your skin.

I handed him back to the man telling us the cockroach story. As if it meant something to 12 year olds sick on media terror.

I didn't fuckin' care if cockroaches were likely to survive a nuclear holocaust. What the fuck does that supposed to prove. Did any cockroach write a work of literature or a symphony.

After the cockroach, our lesson was over. We could take the next hour to look around and then meet at the front door.

I followed the cockroach man. He was young and hot. And he acted like he didn't care about it. Or maybe he didn't understand it, because he was a little surprised when I opened his office door.

He wanted to say, can I help you, but I wouldn't let him. He just stared at me and waited to see what I was bringing him.

He looked at the door and I turned around to lock it.

I took off my coat. Then I pulled down my jeans. He got down on his knees in front of me and kissed my legs. By the time he moved to where my clitoris was waiting, he was behind me with his nose and lips in the crack of my ass. He put his hands onto my hips and rammed his tongue into my asshole.

His penis slid into my vagina. Cunt. Cock. Just long enough for me to picture it, then he slid it out and pressed it to my asshole. After it didn't go in, he licked it some more to make it wet and he tried again. When it finally made its way past the first muscle, my asshole relaxed and wanted to feel his hard cock kissing all the nerve endings up there.

I laughed a little thinking about the bugs. It was necessary to have nerves in the asshole perhaps to be able to control when one took a shit. More likely it was an evolutionary affirmation that it was fun to have a shit. To encourage the creature to do it. At the other end it was the same, it was a nerve festival to eat or kiss or lick. Evolution was almost a con to get lazy creatures to take action. Do things so they could eat, shit and have sex and procreate and as long as we kept at it, we'd reap the bonus time.

I felt him explode in my ass. It felt like I was wide open when he let my ass muscles squeeze out his cock.

He lifted me to his desk and licked my clitoris until my nerves had constructed an orgasm.

"I think I understand evolution."

He laughed and smiled at me while I pulled my jeans up and put my shoes on.

"I like the bugs, maybe we'll bump into each other again."

"I'll keep an eye out."

I smiled and left his office and made myself seen looking at the bugs.

"Anny. The bus is waiting."

chapter 06

"What did Mary Magdalene say to her cousin Elizabeth."

"Did she have a cousin."

"Yes. Most people in cultures without birth control have cousins."

"Okay. Anny. What'd she say."

"I'm fuckin' Jesus Christ."

"You're an idiot."

We laughed and touched each other.

"I love having sex with you, Anny. You are a real angel. If you were a man I'd be fucking Jesus Christ."

We got dressed and went down to breakfast. Kate's parents were sitting in the living room with the Christmas Tree. It hadn't been decorated yet, it had only been there since yesterday. It was a real one. But it still had some of its roots in a pot. It was ecological. A little more expensive. And most of them ended up on the street like the original dead already Christmas trees.

Kate's father read the paper. Kate's mother drank a glass of hot punch.

Kate and I ate breakfast then left to go shopping. Last minute shopping deals. Save 40% and no interest payment plan. Get all the things you can. Who knows, next year there might not be any more things to make your life better, bigger, healthier, richer and more meaningful.

Show 'em what you got.

We decided to piss on the carpet of a busy jewelry Store. The plan was made before we went to sleep. Right after some fairly frantic sex. Nothing was left unexplored.

So we both had skirts on. Many girls did on Saturday. Three days a week we had to wear them to school. It wasn't enforced, the law wouldn't give a clear definition but the point was if boys didn't have to wear skirts there was a definite discrimination if girls were forced to wear skirts. Skirts just meant men, the teachers mostly, could see up skirts sometimes. And it was hard to define intent. And so many other questions.

All to do about nothing.

"Okay. No one's looking."

I squatted down to look like I might be interested in a ring. I pissed on the nice carpet and pissed a little on Kate's shoes.

"Someone's coming."

I didn't stop pissing until I stood up and I felt it running down my legs.

Outside the store I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"May I have a word with you, young lady."

"You."

He smiled. I liked him in his cockroach office better than a security guard suit.

"You're a security guard."

"Just Saturdays. Make sure no riff raf gets in the way of the consumer shopping pleasure."

"Do you have an office."

"Who's your friend."

"She's from WDCPD."

"And you have a few questions."

We followed him to his office. To the casual observer not unusual. Except normally the security guard would follow us.

Unless it was his lucky day.

"I can only take 10 minutes, then I have to make myself seen."

Kate masturbated a little for him while I jerked him off. I stood behind him. With my right hand I controlled his cock; with my fingers of my left hand I made him sweat by playing with his asshole until I felt he was about to ejaculate. I put my finger up his ass and felt his ejaculation from inside and out.

"Don't piss on the carpets while I'm working."

Kate pissed a little on his floor. Then we left to look for strap ons and dildos.

Sacred relics.


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