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Disclaimer: The Facts Of Life belongs to the Embassy Pictures Corporation and
the TAT Communications Company. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 04/03/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex, male/female sex,
female/female sex, strong language

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Jo Polniaczek/f/m/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: While her roommates are doing something else, Jo decides to answer
an ad for a model, unaware that it was actually for a nude model and she
needs to be photogrpahed with two other nude models.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Nancy McKeon, who was born
on the Fourth day of April, 1966.

Dedication: Happy 40th Birthday to Nancy McKeon! -- ATK 2006
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Facts Of Life: Beyond New Jersey
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Jo Polniaczek and it was on the Fourth day of April that our own
denmother, Beverly Ann Stickle has started doing some Easter thing with our
new arrival, Pippa McKenna and my three life-long friends -- Blair Warner,
Natalie Green and Tootie Ramsey -- and all I had done was sit on the living
room sofa and try to figure out what I should really do with my life beyond
New Jersey.

But of course, that was before I had picked up the paper, took a look through
the want ads and noticed that this one ad was for a model for some photo
project, which had made me realized that it might be the right time for me to
answer the ad and see where John Q. Fate might take me.

And so, after I had dialed the phone number on the ad and told them that I
was interrested in being their model, I had told the other girls that I was
going to the movies or whatever, left the house and went all the way to a
photographer's studio, where a blonde female photographer had placed her
camera on a small table, walked up to me and said, "Hi, you must be Jo
Polniaczek. I'm glad that you had decided to answer our ad. My name is Carol
McKeon."

"Well, I'm glad to meet you, Carol. You've got a really good set-up here,"
I had said to Carol with a smile on my face after I had given her a friendly
handshake and just before she had let out a smile of her own and said, "Why
thank you, Jo. That's nice of you to say. Well, if you're really willing to
do so, we'll just go ahead and get shooting some photos."

But just as we were about to let the photo shoot get started, I had looked at
a wall and noticed that a bare-ass naked brown-haired hunk was rubbing his
stiff cock and staring at a nude strawberry-blonde babe, who was pumping two
of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits
with the other hand.

That had caused a concerned Carol to look at the expression of shock on my
face, place her gentle hand on my shoulder and ask, "What's wrong, Jo? Are
you feeling okay? If you're feeling uncomfortable with this whole thing and
want to chicken out, that's okay, because we'll understand."

But then, after I had realized that I had still wanted to do something that
is beyond our New Jersey home, I had turned my head towards Carol, allowed
a small smile to appear on my lips and said, "No, Carol. I'll be okay. I've
just needed to get myself together, that's all."

And then, after I had taken a deep breath and stripped off all of my clothes,
I had laid myself down on a soft mat in the middle of the studio floor and
the brown-haired hunk had walked over to me, laid himself down next to me and
started licking all over my body -- all the way down to my hot, moist snatch
and carressing my firm breasts, while Carol was snapping some photos of the
both of us and said, "That's great, Jason! That's really great! Okay, Nancy!
It's time for you to join in on this little fuck-fest!"

And after the strawberry-blonde babe named Nancy had moved herself over to
both me and Jason, allowed him to start pumping his stone hard dick in and
out of her asshole and started licking on my cunt, I had placed my hands on
her bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Nancy!
Touch me! Suck my wet pussy dry, while he fucks you in the ass! Aaaahhhh!"

Then, after Carol has placed her camera back on the small table, took all
of her clothes off and started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her
pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand, Jason had taken his
stiff cock out of Nancy's backdoor and allowed me to start sucking on it and
Nancy had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of my snatch and
started sucking on my stiff mounds.

And while that was going on, I had suddenly realized that even though I was
reluctant to go through with it at first, I was experiencing something that
I had never experienced with any one of my roommates before, for I was
experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after Jason had placed his stone hard dick inside my cunt and
started licking on Nancy's snatch, I had started licking on Carol's pussy
and carressing her tits and Nancy had placed her hand on Carol's silky
smooth naked thigh and started sucking on her bare toes, causing a
sexually-energized Carol to place her hands on my bare back and yelled,
"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, JO! DO IT, NANCY! DO IT, JASON! TOUCH
ME! SUCK MY WET PUSSY DRY! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!MAKE ME WANNA
CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after we had all started moving ourselves harder and faster and
our lovemaking has finally made its last appearence on the TODAY show, we
had all came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked
arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, about a few weeks later, I had gotten the mail out of the mailbox
and placed it on the coffee table, I had started sorting it to see which
belongs to Blair, Tootie, Natalie or Beverly Ann, only to discover that I had
recieved a plain-brown package and it was from Carol the photographer.

And after I had opened it and discovered that it had a poster-sized picture
of myself having group-sex with Carol, Jason and Nancy, my first instinct was
to toss the whole thing into the fireplace and let the whole kit-and-kabootle
burn straight itself straight to hell, but that was before I had also pulled
out a check for seven-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollars and a letter from
Carol, which had said, "Dear Jo, I had enclosed your wages for a job well
done and one of those pictures that we had done. I hope that you enjoy the
fruits of your labor and that we get to see you again sometime soon. -- Love,
Carol."

THE END!

    

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