DISCLAIMER: While this story takes place in a Roman Catholic high school, it does not reflect the current practices of the Church or its education system. It is purely the product of my imagination, and should not be construed as reality in any form. For a more detailed explanation, please see my blog. Imagine a high school where kids are taught how to fuck, and where they have sex with each other and with their teachers, under loving guidance at every step. This is that school.
Laura lay there in bed very restless. It wasn't because of the evening she just had, that was incredible! But what was causing her to toss and turn was her inability to do the same thing for her husband.
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The exciting conclusion! Before: The plane crash, the fight for survival. Now: The girls are frantic for more of Jeremy. A pirate ship with more girls as prisoners. Choose plane or ship for rescue? A doctor? Lots of sex. Pregnancies. Jeremy near death! Arguments. In-fighting. Deaths. Lots more sex. Missing spark plugs threaten the rescue. A hurricane! Who will survive?
Z did not plan on becoming a prostitute. At 13, she becomes responsible for her younger sister. At 16 a VERY lucky boyfriend enters the picture. Sister issues arise. At 18, Z gets an offer she didn't refuse. She advertises and soon multiple clients come her way. Most are good people. A few are rich. Several clients are married couples.
Elise, her brother and sister, and her dad are snowed in (cliche). Subject to extreme boredom, they begin play a strange game. Soon they end up naked and awkwardly horny. Like all my stories, this story "goes nowhere" according to the standard expectations of erotica. Caveat lector.
It's fine to meet the neighbors.
Better still to fuck 'em.
Just watch your step
and don't slip up
you just might end up loving 'em.
[OK this is why I'm not a poet and I know it]