People probably wouldn’t think that a 19 year old Catholic girl from Newark New Jersey would have a lot of secrets, but I have do have my share. Life has thrown me a few curve balls, but I’m doing just fine. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Right?

My dad spoiled the hell out of me. I was his only child, and a total daddy’s girl. I have an older step sister, Danielle that Mom had before she met my dad. We grew up in a nice neighborhood. We lived in a big house on Murray St. Dad had a good job with an accounting company. I was in the 8th grade when he died. Dad worked in the World Trade Center in New York. Dad’s office was in Tower 1 and we think he was killed immediately when the first plane hit the building. They never recovered his body or any DNA. The months long uncertainty was awful. I usually tell people that my dad died in a car accident when the subject comes up. For some reason people seem to pity me when they find out he died on 9/11. Or they want to get into a deep conversation about terrorists and politics. I like to avoid that.

I haven’t had any contact with mom or Danielle in over 4 years. I assume Danielle is still in Los Angeles living with Tommy Maselli. Danielle flew home to attend Dad’s memorial service in 2002. She wallowed in the drama and grief, but she just came home to protect her share of the insurance money. From the time she was 15 she and Dad fought constantly. Even though Dad had adopted her, Mom never let Dad discipline Danielle and she was out of control. Things were pretty tense before dad died. I think my parents were definitely headed for a divorce and I think Mom already had a boyfriend. Danielle ran off with Tommy the summer of 2001. She was 17 at the time.
Mom used the tragedy as an excuse to escalate her drinking and pill popping. She washed down handfuls of Vicodin and Xanax with cheap vodka. The best way to describe my mom at that time is to imagine a heavier brunette version of Anna Nicole Smith.

For the next couple of years I raised myself while Mom slept all day and went out drinking until the bars closed. Mom had a thing for really young guys and she would bring different guys home several nights a week. Sometimes they would just start fucking as soon as they got into the living room. I started leaving my radio on so I could sleep through the sounds of drunken mom having orgasms or yelling out “fuck me”.

One summer day in August of 2003 I came home from my shitty job at the McDonalds on Clinton Ave. to find a for sale sign in the front yard. Mom had been chatting with some loser who lived in Florida on the internet and said we were moving to Tampa to live with him. “I don’t fucking think so.” She didn’t seem to care when I told her I wasn’t moving. Mom sold the house and moved the next month and I moved in with my Aunt Karen and Uncle Frank who lived nearby in Elizabeth NJ. Aunt Karen is my Dad’s sister. Before Dad died we used to see them regularly during family events and holidays. Aunt Karen agreed to drive me to school until I turned 16 so that I didn’t have to change schools. Mom made a deal to send Aunt Karen money to cover my expenses.

I was thrilled about being part of a “normal” family again. As it turned out, the Spencers were pretty fucked up. My cousins Dennis and Ron were 16 and 17 when I moved in. Aunt Karen was naïve about her perfect family. She would never believe that Dennis and Ron were drinking and smoking weed in their bedroom or taking turns sneaking into my room at night or that Uncle Frank was trying to get in my pants when he wasn’t surfing teenage porn on the computer in the den. For the first few weeks it was just heavy petting and blow jobs with my cousins but eventually I was fucking both of them. We never did anything as a group it was always me with each cousin, they were taking turns and sharing the details. I didn’t remember which one of them got in my pussy first. Ron later told me he was the first one. Apparently he and Dennis had some kind of bet. Well if Ron was first, then Dennis got my pussy the next day. I honestly didn’t remember. Losing your virginity should be more memorable. Looking back, they were pretty lousy fucks. The sex was fun at first, but once it started, I didn’t know how to stop it. Those horny boys just expected that one of them was going to fuck me every night. I started making excuses, saying I was sick or having my period. The boys weren’t so nice to me anymore. And Uncle Frank was getting bolder by the day. He exposed his big uncircumcised penis to me a few times “accidentally”. I felt like someone was watching me when I was in the shower.

I started talking to my girlfriends about the possibility of moving in with one of them. Then I found out I was pregnant. I missed three periods so my friend Sarah and I went to Rite Aid and bought a home pregnancy test and went to her house to take the test. Sure as shit the test was positive. Sarah ended up telling her mom a couple of days later and her mom called the school counselor. At first I was pissed and felt betrayed, but now I see that she did the right thing.

I had no idea until I was called to office one morning and found Aunt Karen waiting there. The counselor asked me point blank if I was pregnant and who the father was. I remember Aunt Karen calling me a liar and then a slut when I admitted I was pregnant and that the only guys who I had sex with were my cousins Ron and Dennis. I felt like telling her if I hadn’t pulled his hand out of my pajamas twenty times it could have been her husband’s.

Within days I was packed up and living with the Johnstons, a “Good Catholic” foster family. I finished my sophomore year in school and had the baby in June. I caught a glimpse of Aunt Karen by the nursery when I was in the hospital, but she didn’t stop to visit me and I haven’t seen her since. I don’t know who adopted my baby girl. My only terms to agreeing to an adoption was that my Aunt Karen and Uncle Frank couldn’t have her.

Before the stitches in my pussy had even healed, my creepy foster dad was hitting on me. Mr. Johnston never missed an opportunity to lead his family in prayer. But when he was alone with me he would tell a filthy joke or make an inappropriate sexual comment. I knew I had to get out of there.

I worked the rest of the summer at McDonalds and saved enough money to buy a used Chevy Cavalier. I had met this gorgeous older boy at a party named Matthew who was a bartender at Applebee’s. I got on birth control and started fucking him. When school started again in the fall I wasn’t up for going back. I told my foster parents I was headed to Florida to move in with my mother. But I really planned to move in with Matthew. Mr. Scum-Bag Johnston started asking me a lot of questions and insisting on speaking with my mom on the phone. I cornered him and took out a notebook where I had written down dates, times and details of conversations he had with me over the past few weeks about everything from masturbation and threesomes to his love of eating pussy. I warned him that he needed to back the fuck off or I would send copies to his wife and file a complaint with the people at Catholic Charities.

I moved in with Matthew and his roommate Randy in October. They had a decent two bedroom apartment in Union City. Matthew helped me get me a job at Applebee’s. Even though we were sharing a bed, Matthew made it clear that we had an open relationship and could see other people. That was fine with me. Within the first couple of days of moving in, I met Misti. I came home after work one night to find her in the apartment with Randy. There was a new Mustang convertible in the parking lot. I later found out it was hers. Randy introduced me to Misti, who gave me a warm hug. That kind of surprised be but it was a warm genuine hug and I knew right away that I liked her. Misti is 5 years older than me. People comment all the time that we could pass for twins. I was fascinated by her confidence and tough Brooklyn street attitude. She caught me noticing her tits and told me they were implants. She was spilling out the top of a skimpy spaghetti strapped tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see the outline of her big hard nipples. I must have looked puzzled because she volunteered right away that she was a dancer. I knew that Matthew and Randy hung out at the strip clubs a lot so I assumed that is where Randy met her.

We were just hanging out at the apartment and watching movies. I had changed into a t-shirt and shorts. Misti got comfy with me on the sofa while Randy was sitting on a recliner. I had often fantasized about being with another woman and I was really attracted to Misti, but I was pretty reserved and shy. Misti smelled so good and the bare flesh on my arms and thigh was touching hers. Randy was pretending to watch TV, but he was really watching Misti getting me all hot and horny. Matthew called and said he would be late. I had seen a girl sitting at the bar talking to him when I left work. I figured he was somewhere banging that slut and even though we had the understanding about having a no strings attached (NSA) relationship, it pissed me off. I figured he wouldn’t be home until very late.

I started a conversation with Misti about her implants. She explained that her ex boyfriend paid for them when she started dancing four years ago. I asked about scars and she whipped off her top and invited me to have a closer look. I had to look hard to see the little scars that were on the underside of each breast. “Go ahead and feel them” she said. “I know you want to.” She was right. I was very curious to see what they felt like so I cautiously placed a hand over each breast. Misti surprised me by placing her own hands over mine and pushed her tits into my hands while she leaned forward with an open mouth and started kissing me with her tongue.

My heart was beating out of my chest and I was so aroused that I actually started feeling dizzy. Misti was aggressive. More aggressive than any boy I had ever been with. She pushed me back onto the couch and lay on top of me, my hands still exploring her firm tits. Her nipples grew harder and all I could think about is that I wanted to suck them. I pulled at her trying to get her to move up so I could suck on her nipples, but she was headed in the opposite direction. Misti slid down between my legs and ripped my shorts off and starting rubbing my clit through my sheer thong panties with her left thumb. I looked across the room at Randy who had taken out his amazingly large cock and was stroking it. I had no idea that he had such a huge cock. “No wonder he snagged a gorgeous stripper” I thought. Misti noticed me looking at Randy’s cock and she motioned for him to come over to the couch. She was teasing my pussy with her thumb and fingers, slowly sliding them under my panties and across my swollen clit and wet pussy lips.
I was a little self conscious because I had been working and sweating all day with polyester slacks on and I could smell my own pussy as my juices had completely soaked my panties. “I need to go freshen up” I said to Misti. “Oh, no way in hell girl. I like pussy to smell like pussy not soap when I eat it.” Misti replied. Her upper body is very strong from the routines she performs on the pole at the strip club. She had total physical control over me and that was just turning me on even more. Randy had dropped his pants and was now standing inches away stroking his massive erect cock. I reached up and started fondling his balls while he stroked himself. I fingered behind his balls and tickled his asshole with my index finger.

Misti slid my panties off and tossed them on the end table. She pushed my legs apart and continued to finger me. She moved her head down between my legs and started licking and kissing my inner thighs. She let her lips softly glide across my labia and let her tongue slightly penetrate my vagina. She continued to probe my honey hole with her tongue until it was as deep as it could go. She moved her tongue from side to side and increased the pressure of her contact from very delicate caressing to firm contact, sucking and biting. She turned her attention to my clit and started circling it with her tongue. My clit felt like it might explode. I stroked Randy’s cock while Misti continued to suck my clit and finger me deeply with two fingers. Misti was touching me somewhere inside my pussy that gave me a feeling that I had never experienced. She pressed deeply and firmly with her fingers while flicking and sucking my clit. I started panting uncontrollably. My panting became loud moaning and my legs began to quiver and shake. The only orgasms I had ever experienced up until this point were the ones I had given myself. My pussy muscles clamped down on Misti's fingers like a fucking snapping turtle. I screamed out some obscenities as I came, harder than I had ever cum before.

Randy let me catch my breath for a couple of minutes, and then he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. Misti gathered our clothes and followed. Randy put me on my stomach on his bed and then he pulled me up on all fours and slid his big fat cock into me doggy style. Misti had taken a big pink vibrator out of her purse and was lying next to me fucking herself with the vibrator. Randy’s cock felt so good inside of me. He grabbed my hips firmly and slammed his cock all the way inside. Misti would occasionally pull the vibrator out and put it up to my mouth and make me suck it. Then she began to kiss me again and play with my nipples. I came for the second time. My pussy tightened again and it pushed Randy’s cock right out. He pushed it right back in and I bore down on him as he began to shoot his cum deep inside me. He thrust a few more times before collapsing on the bed. Misti and I had the same idea, our mouths met at his glistening hard cock. He was covered with my juices and his own cum. We both began to lick and suck his beautiful cock.

Later than night I had my first experience licking pussy. I hoped that I could make Misti feel as good as she had made me feel. She and I made an incredible connection that night. We have been inseparable ever since. I fell asleep in her arms and woke up at 3 am to find Matthew standing in Randy’s room yelling at us and acting pissed off about finding us in bed together. Apparently the NSA arrangement was only intended to apply to him.

Two days later I moved out and moved in with Misti.