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A story somewhat in the mode of Phil Phantom, only with shorter
conversations and a happy ending.  Alternate title is "Fated," which isn't
as clever but at least makes sense; feel free to use that instead.

   P.  Random

   --

   Three-Pronged Outlet (mff mmf fff etc, inc, exhib, ped, caution) by
pseudoRandom

   In some ways, Dana was fated to her perversion.  Grandma Ellie was
Dana's father's sister.  When their father, Hank, made Dad divorce Ellie so
he could marry her himself, in revenge Dad married Ellie's daughter Tina.
No one knew for sure who Tina's father was, but all bets were on Dad, for
all that Hank claimed it was him.  Dad hadn't let the fact that Tina was
his niece, possibly his daughter, get in the way of marrying her, nor the
fact that she was twelve at the time.  It was that kind of family.

   Everyone knew Dana was Dad's kid -- Tina swore she was a virgin when Dad
first slept with her and had screwed nobody else till after she was
pregnant.  The rest of Tina's kids almost certainly weren't Dad's.  Craig,
for instance, was probably Hank's.  The twins, Sarah and Salem, were Sam
Hutchins's, either Sr.  or Jr., or maybe one each.  Zoe's father was one of
the high school football team, from the time she pulled their train.  No
one had a clue who Jennifer's father was -- aside from his being oriental
-- as Tina never said any a word about him.

   Tina had no more children after Jenn.  Tina had finally turned eighteen
then, old enough to get her tubes tied without parental permission.  She
couldn't before then because Hank was dead (killed during an argument with
a surfer -- he was the sort of bastard who could get a surfer dude that
angry) and Ellie had moved back in with Dad, and Tina was damned if she was
going to ask for permission from the woman who'd stolen her husband back.
Not that Tina and Dad divorced or even lived separately.  Tina was still
free to sleep in the master bedroom with her husband, as long as she was
willing to put up with his having sex with her mother instead of her.  Tina
stuck it out in her marital bed for a while, even bringing home dates of
her own, but once Craig hit puberty, she slept in his room instead.

   All in all, it was a large, perverted household.  Dana lived with her
mother, her father/grandfather/uncle, her grandmother/aunt, five
half-siblings out of Tina, an aunt and uncle (Gail and Mark) out of Ellie
from Hank, and three younger half-siblings/uncles out of Ellie from Dad. 
All of them inbred to start with, and all those old enough to screw were
screwing someone, usually in the house, usually a blood relative.  Ellie
was screwing her brother, Dad his sister, Tina her son, Craig his mother,
Zoe her aunt Gail, Gail her niece.  The twins had been boinking each other
like crazed weasels since Salem got his first boner at ten.  Jennifer was
the only relative past puberty not screwing anyone in the family.  That was
because she slept with all her teachers, a different one staying in her
room each night of the week.  With her grades thus assured, she could cut
her classes and just hang out in the boy's locker room as the sixth grade
fucktoy.  (Well, Dad was her history teacher, so technically she was
sleeping with family -- but she was screwing him every Sunday as her
teacher, not her father, and in any case he wasn't really her father.)

   Amid all this perversion, Dana was the person who seemed out of place.
On her sixteenth birthday, she was a virgin.  As far as anyone knew, she'd
never even kissed a boy or girl, nor expressed any interest in same.  She
never watched anyone else screwing -- a favorite hobby of the rest of the
kids -- nor any of the porn movies in her parents' collections.  To her
kinky family, such frigidity looked perverted.

   Dana didn't know what they were worried about.  She was a late bloomer,
that was all.  Tina admitted she had a point there: while Dana had shown
signs of breasts early on, they didn't really develop until this past year,
starting around when she had her first period.  But still, her mother
thought, Dana should by now be showing signs of wanting sex.  But Dana had
other plans.  She was graduating high school in three weeks, with a full
scholarship to UC Berkeley in the fall.  Her science project had made it to
the Intel Science Fair finals, though it didn't end up in the top ten.  On
top of all that, she was on the school newspaper and working at The Gap on
weekends, trying to save enough money for a car.

   In other words, Dana didn't have the time for sex.  There'd be plenty of
time when she got to college in the fall, but not now.  Really.

   Some of her family didn't like this attitude.  Her uncle Mark, for one.
Privately among the other boys, he advocated forced initiation, preferably
by him.  But Salem pointed out that he was the only one in the family not
getting any, not with any regularity, and so bound to be put out by the
only available female not putting out.  Some of the others thought the fact
that he'd been held back the same time Dana skipped a grade had something
to do with his attitude.  And in any case, her mother Tina was dead set
against any rapes any where any time.  So nothing came of Mark's plans.

   A couple girls wouldn't have minded if Mark had gotten his way.  Sarah
and Gail, in particular, were jealous of Dana's popularity.  Not only was
Dana a brain, but she was the most beautiful and best-liked girl in her
class.  Tall, graceful, and unselfconscious -- and she didn't even WORK at
it.  Dana wasn't in the In Clique -- Gail, who was, saw to that.  But Dana
was friends with everybody.  Grinds, normals, geeks, surfer dudes, sk8er
loosers, some of the jocks (especially those she tutored), even a few goths
-- everyone said "Hi" to her and liked her.  Even some of the In Clique
sometimes forgot to snub Dana when they weren't with the rest of the
Clique. Bright, beautiful, nice, considerate -- Dana was too good to be
true, and needed to be taken down a notch or three.

   At least the family didn't make a fuss over her turning sixteen.  In the
panic of rushing Ellie getting to the hospital with a premature birth the
day before, Dana's party was forgotten.  Dana didn't mind this -- she was
too worried about her new half-sister/aunt, and then when Teresa died,
three days old, about Grandma Ellie's health.  By the time Ellie came home,
a week later, the birthday had been forgotten, and that was all right by
Mark, Gail, and Sarah.

   Their gloat didn't last long.  The next day was Prom Night.  Everyone
knew Bradley Johnson, captain of the football and basketball teams, would
be Prom King.  In the natural course of things, his date would be Queen,
even though she wasn't a cheerleader.  But the school unaccountably passed
over Rachel Pollack in favor of Dana Partlow, who went stag.

   Mark, Gail, Sarah, Craig, and the third of the school who hadn't voted
for her watched astonished as Dana and Bradley danced their slow dance
together.  This was the final straw.  The family members present, aside
from Salem, decided to take their snooty sister/neice/bitch down, no matter
what Tina said.  They had to, and they would, as soon as she got home from
wherever she'd disappeared to.  So they agreed, with plans set within a
half hour of the announcement.

   Little did the plotters know that by the time they were done, Dana's
downfall had already been accomplished.  It started with Dana's impulse to
be nice.  When the King and Queen's victory dance was two-thirds over, she
gestured for Rachel to join them.  After all, Bradley was her date, her
steady, practically her fiancé.  Rachel was following him to Cal
State-Fullerton.  She deserved to be a part of his triumph.  So Dana waved
her non-rival in, and the three of them swayed together, arms around
shoulders and hips, however they could fit.

   Before the end of the dance, Dana realized her mistake.  She'd never had
any interest in kissing a boy or a girl, and still didn't.  But she was
very interested indeed in kissing a boy AND a girl.  As they moved, hip to
hip to hip, Dana catalogued the symptoms that till now had been just data
from health class: flushed skin, heightened tactile sensitivity, swollen
nipples and genitals.  She was, for the first time in her life, horny.

   She should move away, she told herself -- she didn't have time for this,
not now, not with finals coming up and her job and everything.  But should
was no match for want, and she wanted to stay very badly.  Dana wanted to
hold these two wonderful people close, hold and caress and kiss and explore
and fuck their brains out and then do it all again.  And judging by their
body language, they didn't mind.

   At the end of the song, she only snuggled closer.  Every touch --
Rachel's hand in the small of her back, Bradley's fingers caressing her
shoulder, a trace of breast on arm and breath in ear -- it felt like the
thermostat had been turned up another five degrees.  Dana was burning up.
She needed to tear off her dress.  She was convinced only the soft skins of
these two people could cool her.

   At the end of the second song, she looked in Rachel's eyes, a few inches
away, with question, hope, fear, desire, all the words people had used
without meaning for her.  Rachel smiled, and it was as if the world had
been lifted from Dana's heart.  Dana smiled back tentatively.  And at some
unspoken signal, one Dana never identified, simultaneously the two girls
turned to Bradley and kissed him at the corners of his jaw.  He sucked in
his breath quickly, stiffening his body and clutching the girls closer to
him.  More might have happened there on the dance floor, but the next song
started, a faster dance, and the three broke apart.

   They stayed together, dancing two and one, with shifting partners, or
grooving all together, for the next couple songs.  If pressing against two
bodies had raised Dana's awareness, dancing with them, moving in synchrony
and sympathy, laughing and smiling at the same stupid things together --
this made her feel alive as never before.

   After three fast songs, they left the floor to catch their breaths and
quench their thirsts.  As they circulated towards the punch bowl, the King
and Queen were congratulated by everyone they passed.  Usually separately,
but some girls, mutual friends, hugged Dana and Bradley together.  Each one
drove another spike of adrenalin through her body.  It wasn't Rachel and
Bradley that was doing it to her, she realized -- it wasn't the people, but
that they were a couple.  Dana was wired for threesomes.

   This additional revelation was more than she was ready for, and her
desire for any and all threesome that presented itself left her feeling
guilty for unfaithfulness to Rachel.  Not that she, Rachel, and Bradley
were any sort of couple -- triple?  item?  -- but as Dana was learning,
human emotions are rarely rational when it comes to sex.  And so she
clutched Rachel close to her, as a defense, and Bradley because -- well,
because he came with Rachel.

   After hurriedly swallowing cups of punch, Bradley looked at Rachel and
Dana both.  "Let's get some fresh air outside." Rachel smiled at Dana and
agreed.  Dana herself was feeling hot and stuffy herself -- hot and
bothered -- and nodded.  So the three ducked out a side door into a cool
service hallway.

   Dana wasn't sure how it happened, but as soon as they were around the
corner, the three started making out.  Mostly it was Rachel and Dana
assaulting Bradley, but at one point Dana found herself necking with
Rachel, their dresses half off, while Bradley struggled to flip up their
dresses and reach inside their panties.  She wasn't sure whether the feel
of Rachel's hard nipple against her own or Bradley's fingers in her moist
crotch excited her more, but it was a moot point.  That the two gave her
her first orgasm was all that mattered.

   After Dana came down from that incendiary high, Bradley whispered, "Our
room."

   "Oh yes," Rachel breathed.

   Dana had no idea what they meant until they pulled her to a back
elevator.  Then she realized -- a steady couple, Bradley and Rachel had
rented a hotel room for prom night.  They were taking her there.  Not only
didn't they mind that she'd been inserted into their relationship, they
wanted to have sex with her as much as she did with them.  Dana felt so
giddy light, her partners practically had to tether her.  She almost
scraped her head on the doorframe of their room.

   That night, she thoroughly lost her virginity for both boys and girls.
They screwed in many positions, all three together, learning and exploring.
What worked best for Dana was one person, either Bradley or a girl, as the
base, on their back cock-fucking while the other girl straddled the base's
face getting eaten out.  When the two vertical sides of the triangle faced
each other, they could kiss and make out while being screwed and licked by
the base.

   Bradley liked best when Rachel and Dana went 69 while he screwed the
girl on top.  Rachel liked that position when she was the one getting
fucked, as the center of attention.  Dana didn't like it as much when she
was fucked, at least not the first time -- but that was in part because it
was her first experience with anal sex.  The second time, when Bradley
screwed her pussy, she liked it more.

   All told, the triple screwed until past midnight, then for an hour at a
time, between naps, throughout the night and the next morning, until
checkout.  They also talked a little - Dana learned that Rachel and Bradley
had been talking about a threesome for two years, but the opportunity with
someone they trusted had never come up -- but mostly the three had sex, or
at least made out while recovering.  Whenever someone started making out or
screwing her alone, Dana always pulled the third person into it.  In part
because she really was that kind of nice and considerate, but mostly
because without the third person, it really didn't turn her on.

   They were too busy having one last, lazy screw for them to shower before
checkout, so Bradley took the girls to Rachel's house to clean up. 
Rachel's stepmother was more understanding of having Bradley around than
Bradley's parents were of Rachel, let alone another girl as well.  Dana
showered with Rachel and Bradley -- a little crowded, perhaps, but it gave
them one last make-out session together, and a couple more orgasms for
Dana.

   Bradley was really turned on by how easily Dana came; Rachel was envious
-- in a friendly, delighted-for-her way.  Dana didn't have the guts to tell
them she wasn't ordinarily like that, that she'd had her first orgasm ever
from Bradley's hand.  Their attitude towards her perversity, towards her
thorough-going debauchery, was what most endeared them to Dana.  Aside from
their willingness to share their bodies with her, of course.

   Dana finally got home in her battered prom dress mid-afternoon, over
twelve hours late, and stepped into a hornet's nest.  She'd been expected
back no later than midnight, or just after.  All the older boys (except
Salem) had been waiting for her, ready to have her, all the girls ready to
hold her down and make her have them, and all the younger kids were raring
to watch.

   And they'd waited.  And waited.  And waited, getting more and more
frustrated, and cranky, and tired, and blue-balled.  They couldn't take it
out on Dana because she wasn't there, so they took it out on each other. 
When Dana finally arrived, it was in the middle of the fifth knock-down,
drag-out fight in as many hours.  Tina was trying to separate Mark and Zoe,
because they were disturbing Ellie's rest, when suddenly the whole family
stopped and stared.

   There, in the front door, stood a thoroughly fucked Dana.  The contrast
was so different from her normal state, it was completely obvious, even as
cleaned up as she was.  Of course, the tear in her prom dress half-exposing
her right nipple helped the deduction.

   Everyone was so shocked, Dana sailed through them to her room.  Before
Dad could chew her out for violating curfew, before Tina could ground her
for not calling to let them know where she was, before Mark, Craig, and the
others could pounce her, the door to Dana's room was locked and she was
asleep.

   No one knew what to do.  Some of them took refuge in sex -- though Salem
and Sarah were doing that already -- others in food, others in video games.
As a collective, however, the group spirit, so tightly wound up, was
suddenly dissipated.  Jenn was the only one who did anything constructive,
spending the rest of the afternoon calling friends and learning the dish on
Dana.

   On the whole, rumor was fairly accurate, for the early absence of the
Prom King and Queen and girlfriend had been well-noted, but sometimes
wildly exaggerated.  As Jenn told her friend Amie in exasperation, "She
couldn't have fucked Bradley and Rachel, Vanessa and Dean, Pete and Pat,
Don and Donna, Chris and Chris, and three Zebrowski brothers all at the
same time."

   Gathering information kept Jenn on the house phone all afternoon.  Which
is why, when Dana woke up around dinner time, no one had any idea that
she'd been asked out by three different couples, all of whom knew her
email. Dana read the messages and smiled lazily.  All the couples were
friends, and with her new-found knowledge, she saw any pair of them would
make for a great triple.  She had intended to spend the day studying for
finals -- she had only a week, for the science project had taken up most of
her time the past two months.  She should study.  But one more night out
wouldn't matter, not with her brain this fuzzed and her body this horny. 
Should, once again, was no match for want.

   Dana slipped on a hoodie and blue jeans, into Dad's workshop to let him
know she was going out on a date, and out the back door before anyone else
saw her.

   Of the three offers, one was most tempting.  Becky Thacker had been her
study partner in English for three years, and the closest Dana had to a
best friend.  Becky and Juan were a cute couple.  She knew Juan was
interested in a threesome - Becky had complained about it last year -- and
besides, Becky's house was two blocks away, the easiest to get to without a
car.

   She got to the Thacker house and found Becky and Juan ready, willing,
and able.  But Dana made them do things right - a date was a date.  So
after calling the other two couples to turn them down politely -- Dana was
the kind of girl who never offended anyone -- Juan and Becky took Dana out
to dinner and maybe a movie.  Besides, Dana was famished.

   They went to a diner together.  For propriety's sake, Dana sat across
from the booth, so there was no fondling beyond footsies.  As Dana ate a
large meal -- room service had been a long time ago -- the three talked
about stuff: classes, sex, the prom, the rumors about Dana, what ground
rules they wanted for the date, what all they found sexy.  Teen stuff. 
Then the three went to a movie.

   Which movie didn't matter.  They didn't watch a bit of it.  They sat in
the back row, Dana in the middle.  Because she'd sat across the table, Juan
hadn't realized Dana wasn't wearing a bra until he slipped a hand under her
hoodie.  Shortly after that, Becky found out she wasn't wearing panties
either, when she reached into Dana's jeans.  By the time the previews were
over, the three were making out, full time.  Mostly it was Becky and Juan
making out with Dana, which sheer heaven for Dana, almost better than the
equal threesome with Bradley and Rachel.  Almost.  A half hour in, she was
coming to orgasm regularly and having to hold in her cries.  The feeling of
Juan's jism splattering her after she jacked him off was incredible, as was
Becky's licking it off her.

   An hour in, they bailed the movie.  Well, the usher kicked them out, but
they were ready to go anyway.  They tried screwing in the car, but the mall
parking lot was too public, according to the security guard, so Juan drove
out to the dunes where there were tons of time-honored make-out spots.  In
a hollow between hillocks on a blanket Juan kept for the purpose, the
triple got down to business.

   Dana showed them how.  The irony of someone who'd been a virgin
twenty-four hours ago teaching sex to a couple who'd been screwing for two
years wasn't lost to Dana.  It wasn't as all-consuming as sex with Bradley
and Rachel -- for one thing, while Juan's cock was larger than Bradley's,
his stamina wasn't as strong, and he came only twice more that evening; and
for another, Dana was somewhat sore -- but in some ways better.  For
example, as a cheerleader, Becky had a lot more experience with oral sex,
on both boys and girls, and was able to give Dana pointers.  And out on the
dunes, the wind and waves around them, Dana didn't have to worry about
being heard by through a thin hotel wall and could come as loudly as she
wanted.

   A good time was had by all, and they even got Dana home by eleven, her
regular Sunday curfew.  This time it was even more obvious she was
thoroughly fucked -- the jism in her hair even more than the smile and body
language -- and no one made a move on her.  For one thing, the family was
distracted by Gail and Zoe's very emotional break-up.  Dad was already in
bed with Jennifer, so Dana checked in with Ellie and Tina and went to bed.

   The next day was school.  Dana intended to rush straight to the library
afterward to study for finals, but Donna Walsh and Don Abel sat on either
side of her in last period math, in the back of the room.  Dana sat in the
back because she was acing calculus anyway and thought others would want to
sit up front where they'd get more attention.  Don and Donna had been
another couple who'd asked her out yesterday, and by the end of class
they'd talked and wheedled and petted Dana into going out with them.

   "Just for the afternoon," Dana told them, "I have to study after
dinner."

   The three went to Donna's house because her mothers were very liberal
about their daughter and sex, and especially got a kick out of her finally
showing interesting in another woman, even if it was with a guy too.  The
three had sex all afternoon.  Dana was surprised that, as a daughter of
lesbians, Donna had no experience at all with girl-girl sex.  On the other
hand, Donna was very good at helping Dana get used to anal sex.  Which was
good, as Don's dick was even longer, if not as thick, than Bradley's.  Don
was able to hold back on his orgasm as long as he wanted.  Since he
couldn't get it back up for a couple hours, his control was a good thing.

   Don and Dana stayed for dinner, talking with Donna's mothers about
Berkeley.  Mama Yvette had been a grad student when she met Mama Adele as a
freshman.  Dana soaked in every bit they could tell her about the school
and the city and life in general.  She'd always thought she'd like it
there, but after talking with them, Dana was certain.  Especially given her
new-found perversion.

   When Dana finally went back up to Donna's room to get her stuff, Don was
ready for another round.  After a few kisses, a few fondles, and a little
stripping off her clothes, Dana gave in.  The sex was even better than that
afternoon, now that the three knew each other's bodies better (and Donna
had gotten some lesbian sex advice from Mama Yvette).  Dana barely made it
home before curfew.  And she hadn't studied.

   Tuesday was similar.  Chris and Chris, the third couple who'd asked her
out Sunday -- she'd since gotten many other offers, as her reputation
spread -- caught up with her at her locker.  Dana was fond of Chris and
Chris.  Dana had been in girl-Chris's class until Dana'd skipped third
grade and boy-Chris's class until she'd skipped ninth.  She'd helped them
get together, back when they were fifth and sixth graders.  She'd helped
them get contraception when they'd decided to start having sex.  She'd
helped them convince their parents to give permission to get married last
summer, and stood beside them before the justice of the peace.  In many
ways they'd been Dana's pet project, and that afternoon, they asked for
Dana's help dealing with her parents.

   It was an appeal she couldn't resist, not when Chris gave those puppy
dog eyes of his and Chris hugged her body close.  Dana had been startled
they'd asked her out, for as far as she knew they'd been deeply in love,
deeply committed, and deeply faithful to each other since day one. 
Startled enough she hadn't really taken their proposition seriously and
thought she wasn't in any danger.  So she went home with them and helped
them work out the issue -- sitting down with understanding and untangling
crossed wires.  Fortunately, Chris's mother was impressed with Dana, for
she was a royal bitch to everyone else.

   The exact issue wasn't important -- essentially Chris had gotten
careless and given his mother-in-law something to bitch about.  The
important part was they worked it out with Dana's help, and then Chris and
Chris took Dana up to their apartment above the garage to express their
thanks.  Intimately.  Dana really hadn't intended to sleep with them, but
they were so cute together and they both wanted her very badly indeed. 
That much cute harnessed to that much want was too hard to resist.

   It turned out they'd both had crushes on Dana for a long time -- since
fifth and sixth grade.  The crushes had been what first drew them together,
their mutual longing for a girl who hadn't developed enough to notice the
idea of a crush.  They were deeply in love with each other, of course, but
the crushes remained.  Their favorite sex game was pretending to screw
Dana. They took turns pretending, with Chris using a strap-on dildo when
she got to pretend to be the lucky one.  It had all been pretend -- they'd
ever expected to get a chance with Dana.

   So when the girl they adored started having threesomes, they were all
over it.  It was the perfect solution for all of them.  Well, Dana had
trouble converting her pet projects into sex objects, but a couple hours of
screwing like minks eased the transition.  That and learning what it was
like to be screwed by a girl wearing a dildo.  And how food was excellent
for sex-play.  And what it felt like to be screwed by two people at once,
with a dildo in her pussy and cock in her ass.

   Chris and Chris had so many years of pent-up desire, the three weren't
done until after midnight.  Fortunately Dana had called Tina to let her
know where she was -- at the same time as they'd ordered Chinese for
delivery -- so she wasn't in TOO much trouble: just for saying she'd be
home shortly after dinner instead of four hours later.  Too much trouble
with her family, that is -- she still hadn't studied.

   The next day during lunch, Jim O'Reily and Stu McGregor lured her into a
music room.  Stu was out as gay, but no one had realized Jim was bi until
he'd started going out with Stu.  Dana was surprised and delighted to learn
that she could be just as turned on by making out with two guys as with a
guy and a girl.  The analytical part of her mind, not much in control the
past few days, speculated that what mattered was whether they were a couple
-- that they were making love to each other as well as her.  The three
didn't actually screw then, which left Dana hot and bothered enough to
agree to meet them in the same room after school.

   When they did, they fucked her twice, quickly.  First with Jim in her
pussy and Stu in her ass, where he could pretend she was a boy.  This was
when Dana learned being double-fucked was even better when both cocks were
real.  The second time, Stu fucked Jim while Jim fucked her.  Stu fucked
hard, and Dana felt his every thrust through Jim's body.  It was very
kinky, and very exciting.

   This lasted only an half-hour, leaving Dana free at last -- free to
study.  As she left the school, she met Rachel waiting for her, who invited
Dana over for a study session.  Bradley would be there, but so would two
other kids, so it should be safe.  Besides, having other people there would
force her to buckle down and study.

   Or so Dana thought.

   The reality was that sitting between Rachel and Bradley distracted her
with strong memories, and she couldn't concentrate.  Furthermore, one kid
didn't show, and George left for dinner.  The three ordered in a pizza and
tried to continue, but from that point on they didn't get a lick of work
done.  Their books were open, but they were too busy trying not to make
out, and then making out, and then having sex, to look at them.  They went
through this cycle three times.  The sex was, if anything, better than
Saturday night -- in part because merely making out upped the frustration,
in part because of Dana's increased experience.

   Which experience they put to good use.  Dana explained how to use a
strap-on in a double-fucking, and Rachel was all hot to try it.  She
filched her stepmother's dildo -- Rachel's parents had a vigorous sex life
-- and Dana got to find out what it was like to fuck a girl with one, and
Rachel got to find out what it was like to get double-fucked.  Getting two
cocks inside her -- especially with a dildo that big -- sent Rachel on a
platform orgasm like she'd never experienced, continuously coming for a
quarter hour until Bradley finally couldn't hold back and came in her ass.
Dana learned what it was like to be envious of someone's performance, for
she had never come like that, at least not yet.  Something else to try --
once school got out, darn it.

   The experiment left Rachel limp and useless for anything else, and in
any case -- eek!  -- it was almost eleven.  Bradley only barely got Dana
home in time for her curfew.  Still no useful studying.

   Thursday, Dana swore on her stack of Bibles she wouldn't get distracted.
Straight home after school, hit the books.  It didn't work out.  First
Chris and Chris, with their unfair cuteness, seduced her into a quickie in
the music room during lunch, and then Donna and Don, with their advantage
of math class, seduced her into a quickie after school.

   That's when Dana really got in trouble.  The assistant principal, Ms
Lambert, caught them in the music room.  Dana was the trangle's base at the
time, and so didn't notice his arrival the way the other two did.  They
escaped.  Dana was caught.

   The penalty was not what Dana expected.  Detention, yes, but it was
detention in Ms Lambert's office.  Personal detention.  She had to walk all
the way there still naked, as she'd only have to take her clothes off again
when she got there.  Then, in return for not being suspended for a week --
which would have meant missing most of her finals -- Dana had to have sex
with Ms Lambert.  It was extortion, plain and simple, but effective
extortion.

   Dana tried.  She really did.  But sex with one woman simply wasn't
arousing.  Her poor performance almost got Dana suspended anyway, but in
stumbling phrases, confused and afraid, Dana managed to explain what her
problem was.  When it came out, Ms Lambert smiled and said, "Well why
didn't you say so?  Wait right here."

   She returned a half-minute later with Principal Skinner, who was already
undoing his pants.  Once in a threesome, Dana could get aroused and at
least manage a creditable performance, if not an enthusiast one.  It was
the least interesting sex she'd had that week -- she didn't really enjoy
being submissive, especially not to two adept dominants like Master Dick
and Mistress Tanya.  At least they didn't hurt her, the way some of Tina's
lovers sometimes did.

   Unfortunately, Dana's detention didn't end when they were done.  Skinner
owed a member of the school board big time -- for looking the other way
when he screwed his students.  Both parties liked it when he paid his debt
in students, and tonight Dana was that payment.  As Skinner didn't tell her
this until after he'd called her father to explain that detention would
last until after dinner, Dana had little choice but to become a coin.

   Skinner drove Dana across town to meet Boardmember Phillips and his
wife. Irina Nevyova-Phillips was an athletic blonde Russian emigre -- she'd
been on the national Olympic volleyball team -- who taught middle school
gym class.  She was well-known as a letch who made passes at every girl who
passed through her locker room.  She was nearly as well-known, at least
among those who caught her pass, for having a clitoris large enough to
screw a girl with.  Ms Irina had made nearly daily passes at Dana when
she'd been her student, which Dana hadn't turned down so much as responded
with complete bafflement.  With her newly developed sensibility, Dana now
recognized the look in Ms Nevyova's eye for what it was -- pedophilic lust.
Being a pay-off was going to be easier than expected, given it was to a
couple.

   For Ms Irina allowed Mr.  Phillips -- "Call me George, m'dear" -- to
accept payment in students only if he shared them with her.  They were,
indeed, an experienced couple when it came to seducing students. 
Experienced enough to do it right.

   George and Irina took Dana out to dinner first, a slow dinner with good
food and quiet conversation, all designed to calm her nerves.  It was a
swank restaurant -- Dana felt WAY underdressed -- at a quiet table in a far
corner.  It was dark enough, the waiters quiet enough, all sounds shushed
enough by all the plush, Dana easily forget she was in public.  George and
Irina made it easy as well, asking about school and her plans for the
future, as well as talking about things such as art, science, and why the
ontological argument for the existence of God was crock (George had been a
philosophy major in college).  They even let her drink wine -- "No more
than one glass, dhalink!" Irina warned her.  It made Dana feel very
grown-up.

   It was all done very smoothly.  So smoothly, she didn't notice that her
wine glass had been continuously topped off by George.  With no experience
with alcohol, her tolerance was low.  It wasn't until Irina was spooning
ice cream from her apple pie onto Dana's bare breasts that Dana realized
that she was woozy.  That she needed to lie down.  No, wait, she couldn't
-- she already was.  On the table.  And there was desert on her naked body.
George and Irina were eating it off her.  Or would be, if George weren't
fucking her.  She'd just had an orgasm from being fucked by a man older
than her dead grandfather, Hank.  She was, in fact, completely drunk.

   Dana opened her mouth warn her dates about her lapse, but before she
could speak, a cock appeared in it.  Dana did with it what she'd spent all
week doing to a cock: sucking it off.  Or she tried.  She succeeded in
bringing the owner off -- several times over, in fact.  It wasn't her fault
that no jism came out -- jism never came out of Irina's clitoris.  Not
recognizing what she had, Dana sucked and sucked away until her jaw was too
tired to suck.  Throughout this, she was screwed amid the dishes by George,
the waiter, George again, and the bus-boy.  When she finally gave up suck,
she was bussed into the kitchen -- mistaken for a desert plate, George
later apologized, completely insincerely -- and screwed again by the
bus-boy, the dish-washer, the dish-drier, and the head waiter.

   She barely remembered all this afterwards.  But she did remember getting
screwed by a chef and a carrot wielded by the hostess, who'd come back to
search for the missing item the Phillipses might have left on the table
when they went.  She and the head waiter carried her out -- with a brief
digression through a store-room -- to the Phillipses.  Which is when Dana
passed out for the final time.  So she never noticed Irina finally screwing
her with her amazing clit, in the back seat of their SUV.

   Dana's family found her naked and cum-stained and food-covered, passed
out on the front porch with a carrot butt-plug.  Dad had been warned about
it -- well, the warning was not to complain if he thought his job was
important -- and so Tina was prepared to take care of her oldest daughter
and put her to bed.  She knew how to protect her daughter.

   Not that, even helpless as she was, Dana needed much protecting. 
Throughout that week, Dana had been ignored by her family as much as she
had ignored them.  The drama of Zoe and Gail getting back together -- but
only after Zoe had a fling with Mrs.  Hutchins next door and Gail one with
Sam Hutchins, Jr., - had kept them all preoccupied, as did Mark's stripping
Tina and fucking her in the living room.  This last led to a Mark and Craig
having macho pissing match over her -- where "pissing" meant "cuming" and
"over" meant "in." This was only settled when Dad intervened.  He rescued
Tina by taking her into his bedroom for the night -- which meant,
incidentally, having sex with his wife for the first time in three years --
and an edict the next morning that Mark and Craig could fuck Tina only if
they did it at the same time.

   Which was fine by the boys.  Mark shrugged, and then they picked her up
and carried her into Craig's room and had at her.  They cut school to fuck
her continuously, or nearly continuously.  This left Tina even more sore
than before, but since she'd never been known for her sexual restraint, no
one worried about her.  She was twenty-nine and at her sexual peak, while
the boys were fifteen and at theirs.  During a pause in the screwing, Mark
and Craig quickly moved Mark's clothes into Craig's room, making it
official: Tina was theirs together.  Then they locked all of

   Tina's clothes away, making it even more official: Tina was their
fuck-toy, who would go naked because they wanted it that way.  Cleaning up
Dana was Tina's first chance to escape them in two days.

   Fortunately, Ellie had recovered enough to be up and about and matron of
the family, otherwise the household would had descended from their ordinary
level of chaos to complete disintegration.

   Tina had Dana carried up to her room, shooed everyone out, and locked
the door.  She tenderly gave her daughter a sponge bath, cleaned up her
cuts and abrasions, clucked over bruises -- two from Mistress Tanya, one
from a silver spoon under the small of her back -- and put her to bed. 
Knowing what a body most wants is another body, she then got in with her.

   Dana woke up late the next morning, sore and headachy.  Not at all
interested in sex, to Tina's disappointment.  Her mother attributed this to
being over-fucked and hung-over, though of course it was because Tina was
only a single person.  And - ew!  -- her mother.  But as the latter was an
unpopular sentiment in the Partlow house, Dana never mentioned how she felt
about incest.

   As the result of her debauchery, Dana was late for school Friday
morning. Tina and Ellie both told her to stay home and rest -- especially
given the quiet, for with Tina unavailable Craig and Mark had gone to
school.  But Dana wasn't feeling that badly, not once she had aspirin and a
solid breakfast inside her.  Besides, she had to retrieve her backpack,
with all her notes, from Principal Skinner's office.

   So, shielded with a parental note to prevent further detention, Dana
went back to school shortly before lunch.  Being a clever girl, she got the
school secretary to get the backpack, rather than see Skinner again.  She
made it through the day without mishaps and was ready to go someplace alone
to study when she realized -- damn!  -- it was Friday.

   She swore for the third time in her life.  She worked at The Gap right
after school on Fridays.  She'd had last weekend off because of the Prom,
and she could probably get someone to cover for her tomorrow and Sunday,
but she HADN'T made arrangements for today.  She had to hurry to the mall
to avoid being late.  Darn, blast, and -- and -- and drat!  With silver
sprinkles on it!

   Which is why Dana didn't study on Friday, either.  Fortunately, Carrie
could cover Sunday, but no one who wasn't already working Saturday could
come in for all of it.  Louise could come in for the second half of the
shift, but that was it.  Dana was going to have to work four hours in the
morning.

   Dana worked through closing -- with a hurried dinner of

   food-court takeout -- and into cleanup.  If she'd left when that was
done, it would have given her an hour or two of study time.  But Carrie's
boyfriend Al, who always picked her up, came into the stockroom.  Even
though they were both attending the community college, they'd heard about
Dana's exploits and were yet another couple interested in experimenting
with a threesome.

   Dana knew she shouldn't do it.  But she owed Carrie big-time for
covering Sunday.  Besides her body, nearly recovered from last night's
treatment, was horny again.  A week ago, Dana hadn't known desire could so
easily overrule what one ought to do.

   So the three screwed in the stockroom.  Courtesy a ride from Al, she
managed to make it home for midnight curfew.

   Needing the rest, Dana again slept as late as she could -- she didn't
study well in the morning, anyway -- and went into work with her backpack.
She'd go to the library after work and really buckle down this time, she
really would.  It would have worked out, except shortly before she went off
shift, Becky and Juan came into the store and somehow, she never figured
out how, lured her into a dressing room stall and seduced her.

   This completely shocked Dana.  Having sex on a restaurant table was bad
enough, but it'd been a dark corner, where only the participants would have
seen her, and she'd been too drunk to realize what was happening.  But in
the middle of a store!  Her own store, where she could get fired!  How
could her best friend do this to her, how -- oh God -- oh my -- oh don't
stop that.

   The risk of discovery gave the encounter enough spice it was, possibly,
the best fuck she'd had yet, for all that she had to hold in her cries.  Or
maybe bottling it up pressurized the feeling?  Dana didn't know.  She'd
have to experiment.  But not here.

   Forgetting her intentions, Dana left with them.  Feeling utterly brazen,
she sat naked in the passenger's seat, on top of Juan's lap, legs spread
wide.  Only Becky's fingers (as she drove one-handed) in her pussy and
Juan's hands cupping her breasts protected from public indecency.  The
naughtiness, the kinkiness of it, was as exciting as she hoped.

   They drove out to the dunes, the same hollow as their date the Saturday
before.  Or so they hoped, it was hard to tell in the sunlight where they'd
been at night.  It was more dangerous this time, what with people on the
beach and the daytime wind not as steady as the evening offshore breeze. 
It but it all just added more spice.

   And in fact they were caught at it, by a brother and sister, maybe seven
and eight years old, watching from the top of the dune.  Becky was the
first to notice, and uttered a little shriek.  Dana was the only one of the
three of them with the presence of mind to answer when the girl asked,
"Whatcha doing?"

   She climbed up the sand talk to them, explaining that what they were
doing was private and that they should go back to their parents.

   "But you're naked!" the boy said.

   "Yes," Dana said with a smile.  "That's how you can tell it's private."

   "Oh.  Okay."

   It took a little persuasion to get them to leave.  Dana watched after
them.  As soon as the children were far enough to not see, the three
scooped up their clothes and blanket and ran under the crests of the dunes
to another hollow a hundred yards away.  There they collapsed laughing in
each other's arms.  Laughing led to other things.  By the time they were
done screwing again, it was time to move on: word had gotten out that a
some kids were having sex in the dunes and a policeman was out looking for
them -- or at least aiming to deter them.

   The three spent the rest of the afternoon and evening going around town,
having sex in public places.  They got to daring each other to do more and
more outrageous acts of exhibitionism.  The highlight for Dana was probably
getting toe-fucked by the other two simultaneously in a McDonalds booth. 
For Juan, it was the time Dana walked nude across a park soccer field at
twilight.  For Becky, it was the time Dana and Juan masturbated her in the
erotica section of a bookstore.  By the end of the evening, Dana was
regretting not having a camera.

   It wasn't until Dana was dropped home that she remembered.  She was
supposed to be studying for finals.

   God, how did she get in this mess?

   Tomorrow.  She had one day left, so she'd have to use it wisely.  Study
for Monday's exam, and that evening work on Tuesday's.

   Tomorrow.

   Her dreams were torrid.  Wet dreams.  Of Becky and Juan forcing her to
strip in the stadium, while the whole school watched.  Of Bradley sliding
his hard cock inside her while Rachel sucked her tender clit.  Of Chris and
Chris boinking her like rabbits.  Orgasms woke her three times, and had a
hard time getting back to sleep.

   The library was closed Sundays -- "the bastards," Dana muttered when she
remembered -- but by 8:30 she was ensconced at a table in the all-night
coffee shop a couple blocks from campus.  She leafed through her math text
and notebook for a couple hours, but her mind had a tendency to wander.  At
one point, she realized she'd been staring a the same equation for 15
minutes.  She got another double espresso.  Another time, she discovered
she'd been working out not on the permutation problem at hand, but exactly
how many ways two girls and a guy could have sex together.  Dana found one
way she hadn't done and discovered another she'd never thought of.  Dana
tore the page out of her notes and started wadding it up.  Then she
unfolded it and put it in her backpack.  There was always time in college
to explore - or at least after graduation.

   To clear her mind and bladder, she went to the restroom.  Where she was
propositioned by two girls.

   This was nothing unusual.  All week, people had been coming up to her,
mostly two guys but sometimes two girls or mixed-sex couples, often people
she didn't know, to suggest a threesome.  She'd turned them all down.  When
it was two guys, this was especially easy -- aside from Stu and Jim, they
were never a couple, just two guys who wanted to hit on a girl together. 
As for the others, well, she'd resisted temptation through a combination of
will-power and exhaustion.

   But this time, Dana learned something she hadn't known.  Two things. 
The first was that while she didn't have a gaydar, she did have the ability
to tell whether two people were a couple, regardless of their sex.  She
could tell, because she found them sexually attractive, even when they made
no overt or even covert displays of affection.  The second was that her
aunt Gail's friend Cyndi and her sister Jennifer's friend Amie were an
item. As in, a junior was seeing a sixth grader.  And Dana was willing to
bet dollars to cockle-shells that neither Gail nor Jenn knew about it.

   One clear sing of that: Cyndi and Amie propositioned her.  Jenn couldn't
stand Dana, and as far as Dana knew, neither could any of her friends.  And
Cyndi was part of the In Clique, though one of those that was friendly to
Dana when Gail couldn't see.

   The whole idea was so startling that Dana didn't have a chance to turn
them down before a hand was under her skirt and a pair of lips on her lips,
by which point her body's want was too strong to overcome.  They had sex in
the women's restroom for half an hour, during which Dana learned two more
things.  The first was that if two girls turned head to toe, they could
interleave their open legs and thus very effectively rub their pussies
together.  This opened up another whole category of positions for a guy and
two girls.  The second was that, even as young as she was, Amie was the
sexual predator of the two.

   They could have screwed for longer than a half hour, even in as skanky a
place as a public restroom, but they got caught and were thrown out of the
coffeehouse.

   In the back of Cyndi's boyfriend's van -- he left it with her during
semesters, when he was at college out east -- Dana was introduced to a
double-headed dildo and yet another category of MFF positions, in addition
to the FFF positions they permuted through over the next hour.

   After that, Dana's body was satiated enough that she could force it away
from such delights.  Besides, Amie had to meet her family for Sunday lunch,
a regular after-church affair, even when she skipped church.

   Dana ate a quick lunch in a sub shop, wondering how to make the other
half of her day useful.  It wasn't till she looked out the window and saw
campus she realized: the community college library.  She still had
borrowing privileges from those biology classes she'd taken last year.  In
fact -- she slapped her forehead -- she should have been going there all
along for a quiet place to study.

   So she did.  Go there, that is.  It wasn't quiet.  Dana had never
realized before how much sex goes on in a college library near the end of
the semester.

   She met two different couples making out, one on a couch,

   another in a secluded area of the periodical section.  As she wandered
the stacks, looking for a place to settle, three different men flashed her
-- one of them masturbating at her as well -- as did a middle-aged woman.
She watched, through the narrow window of a study carrel, two teaching
assistants frantically coupling on the desk.  As she passed a men's room,
she heard the sound of someone coming, of a man fucking another man.  The
only places without anyone screwing were all filled with students screwing
around -- chattering too loudly to work there.

   After a wasted hour -- including time for a quick jilling off in a
restroom stall -- Dana gave up and left campus.  Heading back home, she
found another coffeehouse, one she'd known about but had never tried, and
went inside.

   Where she found Rachel studying.  Alone -- no Bradley, thank God and all
the angels, or Dana would have been in serious trouble.  Just Rachel.  One
girl, even one she was half in love with -- Dana ruthlessly pushed that
realization aside -- did not arouse her.

   They hugged each other, and sat down to study together.  Though first
they had to catch up on gossip.  Dana had to tell Rachel about the new
positions she'd learned about, even showing her the diagrams, emended with
additional knowledge.  Which led to describing everything Dana had done the
past week, and how it made her feel.  Which led to Rachel explaining that
she and Bradley had only intended to do a threesome as an experiment, just
that one night.  They'd never intended to have that second night.  But it
had happened, and now both she and Bradley kept thinking about Dana.  Sex
with Dana was the best sex the two of them had ever had, and now sex
without was, well, not worse than it had been, but lacking something.

   Dana's heart did a little flutter as she heard this, but she didn't say
anything.  In fact, she tried keeping emotional distance by pointing out
how unfaithful to them she'd been this past week.

   "Nonsense," Rachel whispered in her ear -- they hadn't wanted other
patrons to listen in on the private girl talk.  "You can't be unfaithful
without a commitment."

   "Well, a slut, anyway," Dana said.

   "You've had a lot of good offers," Rachel said.

   "And accepted some really dumb ones.  And let myself get raped."

   Which lead to another round of denials and comfort.

   The end result was that neither girl had done a scrap of

   studying when Bradley stopped in to take Rachel home, well after dinner
time.  The girls looked at him for a moment.

   Then Rachel, holding Dana's hand, told him, "We need to talk.  All three
of us."

   With a look half-hopeful, half-subdued, Bradley nodded.

   They went to Rachel's house by default, the only place with reasonable
privacy.  Except for the logistics of grabbing drive-through food, no one
said a word until they got to Rachel's room.  They sat on her bed, holding
hands in a circle, silent until Rachel finally started.

   She liked Dana a lot -- both she and Bradley did.  And they wanted to
have sex with her again -- but only together, to avoid any unfaithfulness.
Since Prom night, their sex had - and she'd never thought this possible --
been better than it had ever been.  And not just with Dana and that
platform orgasm she'd given her -- when they had sex alone as well.

   "And we want more of that."

   "We want," Bradley said, "to make it a regular thing." He and Rachel
gazed at each other, relieved to admit to thoughts normally forbidden in an
exclusive relationship, and relieved to find this not only not a problem,
but mutual.

   Dana looked at them in quiet desperation.

   The problem was, while Dana was half in love with Rachel and Bradley --
for opening up her sexuality, for how good he was in bed, for how
considerate she was to the woman voted Prom Queen with her date the Prom
King, for their looks and their bodies and their commitment and their love
for each other, everything that made everyone (but the jealous
cheerleaders) like them -- she was also half in love with Becky and Juan,
and with Chris and Chris.  She was half in love with all three couples, for
different reasons.  Each couple brought her something different, and she
gave something different to each.

   And then there was her sexuality to explore.  Dana was still learning
its extent, and its limits.  Its controls.

   A woman who'd been a virgin until suddenly seduced nine days before
doesn't immediately commit to a relationship with her seducers, not when
she's had so many others since then.

   Part of it was, though Dana didn't tell them this, Rachel and Bradley
didn't share her exhibitionism.  If she committed herself to them now,
she'd be closing part of herself up just as she was opening out.

   "Silly," Rachel said, putting an arm around her shoulder and hugging her
close.  "We're not asking for a commitment."

   "You're not?"

   Taking advantage of his girlfriend's example, Bradley pulled Dana's body
close to his as well.  "No, of course not," he said.  "We're the steadies.
We just want to see you once in a while."

   "Maybe several whiles."

   "Often," he agreed, "at least at first."

   "It may be just a fling for a month, or a summer," Rachel said.  "After
all, we'll be halfway across the state from each other come fall."

   "But -- " Dana started, but Rachel cut her off, " -- And yes, you can
see other couples.  I'm in love with him, silly, not you.  So no jealousy."
Dana thought that was rather thin emotional logic, but kept her peace.

   "Besides, the more you have sex with other couples, the more you can
teach us," Bradley said with a twinkle in his eye.

   "Bradley!" the girls said in unison.  As Rachel poked him in his
ticklish spot in the side, Dana grabbed a pillow and thwapped him over the
head.  This led to a three-sided tickle/pillow fight, which led to a
shedding of clothes, which led to other, more intimate acts.  The sex was,
for once, without desperation, but if anything that added to the passion,
not diminished it.  Something for Dana to think about.  Later.

   An hour later, the triple collapsed in a sweaty, panting pile on the
bed.

   "So," Rachel asked as she caressed strands of hair away from Dana's
forehead.  "Do we have a deal?"

   Dana lightly drew her fingers down Bradley's well-muscled chest and
belly, and shivered.  "What, exactly, is the offer?"

   "That we three date occasionally, together.  That we understand that you
may also be seeing other couples.  That at any time, anyone has the power
to veto this arrangement at any time, no questions asked.  That Bradley and
I will never try to see you alone, nor, if we break up, go out with you
until a year after our separation."

   The last clause seemed pointless to Dana.  She tried imagining sex with
just Rachel or just Bradley.  Nothing.  It just didn't compute.  She
guessed it was similar to the way Craig didn't see how a man could be
attracted to another man, or Zoe that a woman could be attracted to a man
-- except to recognize the possibility in an intellectual way.  But in any
case, the clause applied to Rachel and Bradley, not her.

   Dana leaned up to kiss Rachel lightly, and then over to kiss Bradley. 
"Agreed."

   "Agreed," Rachel said, echoed by Bradley.

   "Good," Rachel said with a big grin.  "Now you can show me how two girls
can fuck their pussies together."

   So she did.  With one girl giving Bradley a blow-job, it made a very
nice threesome indeed.  So did other variations they tried.

   When Dana arrived home, it was after her curfew.  But Dana didn't care.
She was more at peace with herself than she had been for over a week.  Even
the prospect of winging a calc final didn't faze her.  Because now she knew
how to set her life in order.

   The next day, before school, she found Chris and Chris at his locker and
explained her arrangement with Rachel and Bradley -- offered the same to
them.  They leapt at the chance without even consulting each other -- to a
lovesick couple who'd had zero chance with Dana until a week and a half
ago, any Dana was, like, stupendous.  It wasn't the all Dana all the time
they wanted, but it was very, very good.  And they were mature enough to
see the wisdom of never hitting on Dana alone, even if it privately bugged
them.  They did try to strike the one year non-competition after breakup
clause, but Dana was firm -- it was all or nothing.

   So all it was.  The three didn't get to seal the deal with a screw
because it was time for their first final.

   Dana didn't do well -- or so she thought, when she tried to remember
afterwards.  Dana on autopilot, however, was still brighter than most of
the school, and though she didn't think of it that way, she was doing well
enough she could have completely skipped her finals and still gotten B+s.
But she didn't get a chance to think long about it, because Becky and Juan
found her after it was over.

   They took her out to lunch, and she explained -- from across the booth
-- the arrangement with her other two couples.  To her surprise, Becky and
Juan didn't immediately accept a similar offer.  Juan was the most
troubled, which puzzled Dana.  What on earth?  When Becky made it clear
that Dana was to NOT consider herself limited to three couples -- that she
should continue playing the field, especially in public, possibly even with
them in public -- Juan scowled.  Only then Dana did figure it out, at least
in part: he was jealous of her screwing other guys.  Never mind that HE was
steady with another girl -- he didn't like it when a woman he was screwing
screwed another man.

   Well, that was something they'd have to work through.  Dana,
inexperienced with sexual jealousy and macho culture, was confident he'd
learn better.  And so Dana acquired her third regular -- not steady --
couple.

   They sealed this one with another romp across the city.  Dana had
intended to take lunch off before really and truly this time studying for
tomorrows's final (finals week was half-days, with one three-hour test a
morning).  But once she and Becky and Juan started, she couldn't stop. 
They made out in the booth until they were thrown out.  They screwed in the
back of the bus.  They snuck into an elementary school classroom and balled
on the teacher's desk.  They fucked in a mall restroom, and when they got
caught, Becky and Dana gave the security guard a joint blow-job.

   yet again, she got home too late and tired to study.

   The second day of finals was nearly a repeat of the first, only it was
Chris and Chris taking Dana home for lunch, where they bunnied like bunnies
for ten hours straight.  Chris thought fucking pussies directly was even
better than her wearing a strap-on, and her husband liked watching it
better too.

   The third day: lather, rinse, repeat, only with Rachel and Bradley at
lunch and after -- another long slow day of mutual exploration and bodily
celebration with the couple who'd introduced her to the new world of
sexuality.

   Well, almost a repeat.  When Dana got home, after nine o'clock, it
wasn't home any more.

   It had started with the wife of one of Jenn's teachers getting
suspicious and having him followed.  The detective had tracked him to his
night with Jenn, and taken pictures -- lots of explicit pictures.  The
husband with the egregiously underage Jenn.  Tina with the egregiously
underage Craig and Mark.  The other egregiously underage couples, Zoe &
Gail and Sarah & Salem.  All them performing sex acts in front of even
younger children.

   The detective wasn't up to sorting out the relationships -- he just
thought he had something child-prostitution related, so took the photos to
the police, who dug through the public records.  The first detail to knot
up was that Ellie wasn't Dad's wife, but his sister -- Tina, whom they had
pegged as a daughter, was still his wife of record.  After that, the whole
tangled family tree snarled up.  Eventually, the police gave up, called in
Child Protective Services, and raided the place.

   That had happened that evening.  They were still working out who was
charged with what and was staying where when Dana waltzed in, a child they
didn't have a foster family lined up for -- causing more official
consternation.

   That was fine by Dana.  She was, after all, a bright girl, and could
think on her feet.  When the social worker objected to her staying with
friends, Dana shrugged and said she was applying for emancipation anyway.
She was only here to get a little more of her stuff as she progressively
moved herself out.

   It wasn't as easy as that, of course, but she pulled it off when Chris
and Chris backed her story -- even without prior consultation, which was
yet another reason Dana loved them -- and as a married couple they were
themselves emancipated.  Their garage apartment was small, but it did have
three rooms, one of them with a sleeping pallet -- hurriedly set out with
judiciously scattered clothes and textbooks just before Dana and her new
social worker arrived -- one Dana was apparently sleeping in.

   And that's how Dana escaped her family, if not the perversion she'd
inherited.  She certainly didn't mind loosing them -- it was a poisonous
atmosphere.  The only Partlow she missed was her mother Tina, the only nice
one of the lot, and Dana got to see her every couple weeks.

   The quick lie of the moment became reality -- Dana got her emancipation
while staying with Chris and Chris over the summer, moving out when she
went up to Berkeley.  Neither Chris liked her dating other couples out of
their apartment, but since they couldn't do anything they made the best of
it.  It helped when Becky and Juan broke up -- Juan got in a roaring snit
the time Dana and Becky jointly fucked a policeman on the hood of his squad
car to buy his silence for walking naked past a daycare center.  After
that, Chris and Chris only competed for Dana's time with Rachel and Bradley
-- well, and with the other one-night-stand couples.

   For there were many couples.  Slowly Dana learned to accommodate herself
to her fate as a threesome slut, to control her nature instead of letting
it control her.  This took all summer -- a process she enjoyed to the
fullest -- learning to live with it just in time for her new, more
challenging academic career.

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unladen european swallow

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