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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: A Not So Sheltered Life by Dorsai (Mf, ff, Mff, inc, forced, mast, oral, anal, toy)
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CAUTION:
Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts,
itching, chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure,
tenderness in one or more localized regions of the body, condemnation
to the Bad Place To Go After You Die (as defined by local religious
authorities), or any one of a number of Bad Things (depending on local
conditions). Author sincerely hopes Intelligence agency computers get
a hard-on reading this story. Any resemblance to any persons past,
present, future, living, dead, or reanimated (regardless of means or
method) is too fucking bad. Greetings to the National Security Agency.
Use of this story does not mean you will actually have sex. Actual
persons may vary in personality, intelligence, sexual preference(s),
or appearance from those portrayed in this story. Author not
responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages resulting
from reading the story. Attempts to repeat, engage in, or duplicate
the actions in this story may produce different results. Readers are
cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards. Do not confuse this
story with Real Life.

GUARANTEE
I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else happens to
like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a look at
this one. If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
plotline, names, personalities, title, spelling, premise(s), grammar,
punctuation, language, theme, sexual topic(s), reactions, formatting,
responses, dialog, description(s), or anything else about it, you're
entitled to a FULL refund of your original purchase price. (That last
part was sarcasm, for those [hopefully few] that didn't get it.)

FEEDBACK
Positive feedback, and even _constructive_ criticism, are welcome.
Constructive criticism (to me, anyway) isn't just telling me what you
didn't like ("It sucked because _____ didn't/isn't ______"), but
taking that additional step of offering a correction or helpful
suggestion ("I'm into B&D, and what I see mostly is whips, not riding
crops") that applies to more than just one story. If offered a story
idea, I may have a try at it, but I'm not going to suddenly be able to
write a plausible accounting of a testosterone-fueled gay S&M guy's
foray into watersports just because someone makes the suggestion; that
kind of stuff just doesn't spin my propeller. If you've read my stuff
before, that's (roughly) what you're going to get. 'Kay?

"Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

-----

A Not So Sheltered Life

When the car stopped at the end of the driveway, Margo Townsend came
out of her reverie to see where she'd been delivered to THIS time.

What she saw surprised her: a somewhat large house that was connected
by an enclosed walkway to a larger building that she figured could
only be a dorm. They'd said they were taking her to a group home, so
she figured the long building with a lot of windows had to be the
"group" part of it. On the other side of the house, there was a
smaller building off by itself that looked like it could be anything.
Dropping away from the buildings, the driveway bisected an amazing
stretch of well-manicured lawn. The buildings themselves looked to be
in excellent condition -- neat, clean, and freshly painted. Scattered
around were a number of large trees that provided plenty of shade for
the benches and other seating underneath them.

Her examination of the grounds was interrupted by Mrs. Fields opening
the door and cheerily telling her "Okay, Margo, we're here! I'm sure
you're going to just love it here -- there are plenty of other girls
already here, and I just know you're going to find plenty of people to
be friends with! And Mister Harrison is such a GOOD man, building a
separate place for unlucky girls like you to stay, and providing you
with absolutely everything you need: clothes, schooling, food, a safe
place to sleep and clean up, and even POCKET money!"

The first time Margo had met Mrs. Fields, she'd hated the woman right
on the spot: that one person could be so overwhelmingly cheery and
disgustingly positive was both depressing and frightening at the same
time. Since that time, Margo's opinion of the old bat (well into her
sixties, Margo was sure) had only gone downhill. At no point during
any of the several "discussions" they'd had had Mrs. Fields ever let
her get more than a couple of words out... and never so much as a
complete sentence. It seemed that any time the conversation even
thought about going in a direction other than what Mrs. Fields thought
it should, she's speak up and just bulldoze her way over anyone else.
Margo had finally given up trying to speak, and contented herself with
nodding and the infrequent "mmm-hmm".

As the two of them walked toward the front door, Margo ignored Mrs.
Fields' verbal diarrhea in favor of continuing to look around as
surrepetitiously as she could. She was able to spot a tennis court and
a large swimming pool before having to pull up short to avoid bumping
into Mrs. Fields. The door they were in front of was a massive wooden
thing, obviously hand-carved and expensive. Next to it was a button
for a doorbell; above that was an equally expensive-looking cast metal
sign that said "Harrison Academy". A minute or so after the old woman
pressed the button for the bell, the door opened, revealing a
middle-aged man dressed in casual but clearly high-end clothing. On
seeing him, Mrs. Fields exclaimed "It's such a pleasure to see you
again, Mr. Harrison, though I'm sorry about the reason. This is Margo
Townsend, the young woman I called you about."

The man stepped aside, and invited them in, then led them to a large
room that was clearly his office. After seating himself behind a
massive oak desk, he asked if they wanted anything. Mrs. Fields asked
for tea, and Margo requested a Coke. The man pressed a button on the
phone on his desk, and told someone to bring in the requested items,
as well as coffee. That done, he sat back and chatted with Mrs. Fields
until a young girl came in with a tray bearing the drinks. She served
all of them, then gave the man a smile before leaving again.

"Isn't that Denise? Denise Richards?", Mrs. Fields wanted to know.

The man smiled and answered "Yes, it is. Quite a change from when she
got here, wouldn't you say?"

"It is, indeed! Why, the day I brought her here, she was quite vocal
about how we couldn't do that to her, that she wasn't going to stay,
and all manner of things. And rather loudly and crudely, I might
add!", Mrs. Fields responded. Turning to Margo, she said "The young
lady that was just here is someone I brought here myself, not six
months ago. Believe me, she'd been in MUCH worse conditions than you
were... and NOW look at her!"

With that, the man sat up and told Margo "Mrs. Fields has told me who
you are, and has probably only told you that I'm Mr. Harrison. My
first name is Thomas, but I ask everyone to just call me Tom. Knowing
Mrs. Fields, she's probably also told you some about this place, but
hasn't explained things or told you how it works here. So what I'd
like to do is take care of that; then you can decide if you want to
stay here or not."

Seeing the surprise on Margo's face, he laughed and told her "That's
right -- you don't have to stay here. That's one of the first things I
want to explain to you: Mrs. Fields is here to listen while I tell you
about myself, this place, and what we do here. After you hear all
that, it's your choice about whether to stay or not; I won't have
anyone that doesn't want to be here. So please pay attention so you
can make the decision that's right for YOU, okay?"

Margo nodded her head, and Tom began to tell her the kinds of things
that she'd wanted to know, but Mrs. Fields hadn't said anything about.

"I'm Tom Harrison. My family was dirt poor as I was growing up, and I
went into the military as soon as I was old enough to get away from
the poverty. The Air Force decided I might be a good mechanic, and ran
me through a bunch of schools. Well, it turned out they were right --
with the schooling they provided, I was able to do pretty good. After
I got out, I went to college to got a degree. While I was still in
school, I got a couple of ideas and after filing the rough edges off
of them, got them patented. Those patents got the attention of some
companies, and with the help of a pretty sharp lawyer, I started
making some money off them. Once I graduated, I had a few more ideas,
and did the same thing: got them into workable shape, patented them,
and then worked deals with companies that were interested in using
them. That got me enough breathing space that I could see what else I
could come up with without having to worry about getting a real job.
Since then, I've continued to have good ideas and make money off them.
One of the things that I learned in the military is that we all have
to be able to depend on each other to one extent or another; since I
could easily have found myself homeless and on my own well before I
was anywhere near ready to survive, I decided to establish a facility
to help those that weren't as lucky as I was. Boys can usually manage
to take care of themselves, but girls are subject to a lot more
potential abuse, so I focused on helping young women. I didn't want to
just take the storehouse approach that most places do; that's why
there are a limited number of girls here. The youngest is thirteen and
the oldest is sixteen, and all of them came here from the streets by
way of one of the social assistance agencies such as the one Mrs.
Fields is with."

"There are two girls to a room, and two rooms share a full bathroom.
Rooms lock individually, and the entire residence building locks down
at ten at night except for the alarmed emergency exits until six the
next morning. You are expected to be in the building between those
hours, for your safety and our peace of mind; otherwise, you're free
to come and go at will to wherever strikes your fancy. The only
exception to that is that for the first thirty days, you're restricted
to the grounds here except for school when it's in session. For
transportation, you can walk or ride the bicycle we'll be happy to
give you. If you want to ride the city bus, we'll provide you with
subsidized passes that you'll pay for. Meals are served three times a
day, and you can pick which one of several different choices you want
in advance. There are also snack machines available. While you're in
school, your school supplies will be provided. If you want to
participate in any extra-curricular activities, you're welcome to do
so; if that activity is something that incurs an expense, you'll be
expected to pay part of that cost by performing extra chores, above
those that you'll be assigned. You'll receive a regular allowance as
long as you do the jobs you're given. Nobody will fuss at you if you
don't do them -- but you won't get all of your allowance, either. The
work assignments aren't difficult, and nearly all of them are things
that you'd be expected to help with almost anywhere you went. You'll
be given a minimal clothing inventory; anything you want beyond that
is your own responsibility. The same applies to your grooming needs...
you'll get shampoo with conditioner and beauty soap; cosmetics or
anything else are up to you. For your feminine needs, we provide both
internal and external generic products. If you want something
specific, it will be up to you to get it."

Taking a breath, he went on "Our rules here are brief, but written
down -- you'll get the chance to read them over before making your
decision. Basically, they amount to specific examples of the golden
rule... if you can play well with others, then you'll be fine. Again, a
lesson from the military: there is a clearly defined hierarchy here,
and if you can't get something resolved by someone at one level, then
you know exactly who to go to next, until you finally end up talking
to me. The same applies to disciplinary actions: if there's a problem,
we try to resolve it at the lowest level possible. That usually works
quite well, since the higher a problem goes, the more severe the
consequences or harsh the solution. We try to foster cooperation here,
but we also understand that people may have reasons for acting the way
they do, so as long as you don't get into physical confrontations with
others, you're free to do as you please. Considering where some of the
girls here have come from, and what they've been through, I think
you'll find that if you can bring yourself to talk about whatever is
bothering you, there are others that will understand and help -- but
that is YOUR choice; nobody here is going to pry or push. If there's
anybody you want to communicate with, you're allowed unlimited letters
in or out; phone calls are limited to ten minutes once a day. There is
one computer per room that you'll share with your roommate, so email
and the like are up to you and the other person. There's no
restriction on who you can have as friends, or who you hang out with...
you can have whatever association with anyone else that you and they
agree on. If you have any questions, you're encouraged to ask one of
the other girls, or any of the staff. If there's a problem of some
kind, we'd prefer that you try to get it settled as quickly and
quietly as possible. Finally, if you see or hear about something going
on that you know is wrong, or aren't sure about, please tell one of
the staff--anything you say to any of us is strictly confidential, so
no one will ever know who said anything about it."

Margo nodded that she understood, and after a few seconds, he asked
"Would you like to see the room you'd be staying in?"

That was enough to get Margo to finally speak up by telling him "Yeah,
I would." She'd been in enough different facilities to know that the
actual living conditions were a pretty good indicator of what a place
was really like.

Hearing that, Tom got up, as did Mrs. Fields. Tom led the way out of
his office, through a couple of turns, then out a door and down the
covered walkway leading to the other building. Once at the door at the
end of the walkway, Tom pulled a small card out of his pocket and put
it in a slot next to the door. Margo could hear a small alarm sound
for several seconds, after which Tom told her "If you choose to stay
here, you'll be given an ID card. Any time you enter this building,
you'll need to slide it into this reader to open the door and so we
know you're here. MY card is different: it turns on an alarm that lets
everyone in this building know that there's a male in the building so
there aren't any... incidents. After the alarm ends, there's a twenty
second delay before the door unlocks, so that girls that might not be
fully clothed can find someplace to go before I get inside."

A second or two after he finished, Margo heard the door release a loud
"THUNK!"; Tom opened it, and she and Mrs. Fields followed him into the
building. He led the way up a set of stairs, then down a carpeted
hallway with doors regularly spaced along the walls. When he got to
one in particular, he pulled a keyring out of his pocket and used one
of the keys to unlock it. Before opening it completely, he loudly
announced "This is Tom, wanting to show a new girl her room." There
wasn't any reply, and after a couple of seconds, he opened the door
and led them inside.

When Margo looked around, she was surprised by what she saw: not only
were the furnishings good, but whoever had designed the room had taken
the time and trouble to ensure that each of the residents had at least
some private space while making it possible for them to share the
common facilities. She could see that each person had ample closet and
dresser space, plus separate storage for personal items like jewelry
and the like. Each person had a small desk area that was immediately
next to the shared computer. Looking at the computer, Margo was mildly
impressed to see that it was a solid mid-line model; not high-end, but
certainly an improvement over the obsolete cast-offs she was used to
seeing. The door to the shared bathroom was obvious, and Margo went in
to have a look. It was clean, in good repair, and had clearly-defined
areas for each of the four users to keep her individual items.

Going back into the other room, Margo went to the unoccupied area and
opened the door to the closet; inside, she found what could only be
the "basic" clothing Mr. Harrison had mentioned. Again, it wasn't
top-line, but definitely better than the donated items she was used
to. Similarly, it wasn't cutting-edge fashionable, but more of the
"basic staples" variety--as were the underthings and accessories she
found in one of the dresser drawers. Nothing she saw was particularly
noteworthy... but taken as a whole, it told her a lot.

Looking at Tom, she said "Thank you for letting me see this. I'd like
to stay here, if it's still okay."

Mrs. Fields, of course, looked pleased as she could be; Tom just
smiled briefly and answered "Of course it's okay. If you'll follow me
back to my office?"

When they were outside the building, Tom slid his card into the slot
again; Margo heard another alarm, but with a different tone. She
realized almost immediately that it was an "all clear" signal to the
residents, letting them know that they had the place to themselves
again. She and Mrs. Fields both followed Tom back to his office, where
they both took their previous seats. Tom got some papers out of a
folder and passed them across to Margo, saying "This first one is the
rules here, the second is the disciplinary process, and the last one
is a list of the things that we've provided you. If you'll read the
first two and sign them, Mrs. Fields will sign as an independent
witness that you read them. You and she will each get a copy to keep,
and the last will go into your folder here. The list is so you can
make sure you got everything you're supposed to; if something is
missing, let us know."

The rules and discipline papers were each only a single page, and
didn't take long to read. Both were written explanations of what he'd
already told her, and she didn't have any qualms about signing each.
After Mrs. Fields had signed, Tom separated out the pages and
distributed them. That accomplished, he had them follow him into
another room where Margo had her picture taken for the ID card she was
given, along with a key and the explanation "IF there's ever a power
outage to the building, you can still get in using your room key--which
only works on YOUR room. You'll see that there's an ID number on the
card; if you can remember to use it, it'll help keep things organized,
but we don't demand you use it. If you're willing to accept that there
will be more mistakes or misunderstandings if you do, you're certainly
free to just use your name for things like your meal tickets and the
like."

Margo voiced her understanding, and Tom led the way back to his
office. When they were all seated again, he asked "Is there anything
you don't understand, or aren't sure about? Or are you ready to get
settled in? Do you have any bags or anything?"

Margo answered "No, thank you. You've made it pretty clear."

Mrs. Field spoke then, saying "Margo has just the one bag, and it's
out in the trunk."

Margo was silently grateful that the old biddy had said "bag" instead
of "worn out old knapsack", which is what it really was. Tom answered
"That's fine. If you want to get it, Margo, Mrs. Fields is certainly
free to help you get moved in, if you want. I doubt that you need or
want me around for that, so I'll be staying here for a while; if you
think of anything you need to ask or want to say, any of the other
girls or staff can tell you how to get back here. Don't worry if you
get a little bit lost: nobody's going to get on you about it, and
you'll learn your way around soon enough."

With that, Mrs. Fields got up with the obvious intention of leaving;
Margo followed her example, and the two of them went out to the car.
When Margo had her knapsack full of meager belongings in her hand,
Mrs. Fields asked "Do you need any help, dear, or can you manage from
here?"--something that struck Margo as completely out of character.
Still, she'd be glad to be rid of the old bat, and answered "I think I
can handle it, Mrs. Fields. Thank you, anyway."

"I think you can, too, Margo", the older woman said. "You're not like
most of the girls that I've brought out here, and I'm sure you're
going to do just fine!" before moving to the car door. After giving
Margo a small wave, she got into the car; as she was getting it
started, Margo turned and headed for the walkway and her new home.

When she got to her room, Margo discovered that the other girl--a blond
like her--was there.

"You must be the new girl", the other said. "My name is Isabelle."

"Margo", Margo said as she made her way to her bed. Setting her
knapsack down, she took the sheet listing all the things she'd been
given and opened her closet. Before she could get started, however,
Isabelle told her "You really don't have to worry about that. They
have a checklist they use, and whichever one of us that puts all the
stuff together has to get one of the staff to double-check it. Since
you're rooming with me, I was the one that got it all together and put
it away for you. But you don't know me yet, and you're new, so if you
want to check it anyway, I won't mind."

Margo considered it for a moment, then answered "Cool, thanks. It
wouldn't hurt to make sure the sizes are close enough, though."

Isabelle responded by saying "Sure, that's probably a good idea. They
told me how old you are, and showed me a picture, so I had to guess at
some of the sizes."

Putting word to deed, Margo quietly went about checking the sizes on
several things; while she was at it, she also kept count and
surreptitiously checked the list she'd been given. To her relief, the
few classes of items that she checked were correct both in size and
quantity. When she was done, she told Isabelle "Everything's fine;
thank you."

"No prob. When I got here, my roommate did it for me, so I'm just
passing it along."

Margo sat where she and Isabelle could see each other and, after a
moments hesitation, asked "What Mr. Harrison told me about this place
sounded pretty good, and it seems like it's nice enough--but what's it
like REALLY?"

"Not as good as they want people outside to believe, but nowhere near
as bad as a lot of places."

"C'mon, really. What's going on here?"

Isabella looked at Margo for several seconds, then seemed to reach a
decision before answering "If all you're after is three hots and a cot
while you finish school, it's fine. As long as you only need what they
give you for free and only need the allowance they pay you, you'll be
okay. If you only need a few real friends, that's good. But anything
beyond that... I think you'll find out that life here isn't as sweet and
nice as Tom and everybody makes it sound."

"How's that?"

Isabelle considered for a few moments before answering "Okay, Tom told
you that you can do extra work to make more money, right?" Margo
nodded, and Isabelle went on "Well, to get that extra work--at least,
the stuff that doesn't suck donkey balls or pays halfway decent--you've
got to get hooked up with the right people. And that means to get what
YOU want, they've got to get what THEY want. Same thing with getting
anything more than the free stuff, except with different people. As
for the friends... there's only a few girls here, maybe a dozen, that
don't play the game. They're the only ones that are honest and
straight-up and everything as you'd want a friend to be; the thing
about them is that they won't put you down for doing whatever you
figure you have to, but they won't listen to any bitching and moaning
about it, either. I've only been here a couple of months myself, but
I've already figured out that it isn't an all or nothing deal. If you
only want a little bit, you only have to DO a little bit. But if you
want it all... well, you're pretty much selling yourself unless you can
figure out how to make it to the top of the food chain. And even if
you make it THAT far, you'd still have to deal with Tom."

"Deal with Tom how?"

Isabelle looked uncomfortable as she answered "I haven't actually seen
it myself, but I've heard too many people talking, so I have to
believe it: he isn't the angel he pretends to be. Nobody knows how,
but he seems to know if girls start any kind of, uh, relationship, and
he somehow gets them to, you know, perform for him. Once that starts,
most girls can't keep the relationship going. If there's something
special you want, or you don't want to have to deal with the other
staff, you can ask him directly; but if you do, he's going to want
something from you. Something... personal."

"What do you mean 'personal'?"

"Personal like something physical... sexual. If you're lucky, it's just
for him to get to look at you naked and touch you a little bit. Or he
might want something like a blowjob, which isn't too bad, I suppose.
But if it's big enough, he'll want to fuck you--maybe even in the ass.
And if it's something that happens again and again, you'll have to
KEEP doing whatever it is. You had to have gotten the welcome speech
he gives everyone; Denise got the job as his 'personal assistant'
because she was the first one to decide she was okay with having him
playing with her tits and ass, and even finger-fucking her sometimes.
I've heard that she even blows him sometimes, too. You can't tell by
the clothes she wears, but she doesn't wear a bra or panties so Tom
can get his hands on her as fast and easy as he can."

Both of them were silent for several seconds before Margo asked "What
about the rest of the staff?"

"Almost all of the women are flat-out gay; the few of them that aren't
are at least bi. There're a few guys, but they're all in the closet.
They're only here to make it look good. For all of the staff, they'll
give you a fair deal as long as it isn't against one of the players.
If that happens, then you've got to come across with something they
want--usually you--to even things up. That's why I said that if all
you're after is to slide through here, you're fine. Anything more than
that, though, and you can be sure it's going to cost you something:
time, money, or most probably, sex."

"What about the basics, then? Anything special about them?"

"No, that part of all this is the real deal", Isabelle answered. "The
chores we get aren't hard, and there's almost always plenty of people
assigned to them, so you won't have to work at them too much. You've
seen that the clothes are pretty lame, but girls get different styles
and colors, and they don't care if you trade around. Of course, if you
do and the other girl knows you want it bad enough, there'll be some
kind of 'favor' she'll ask for. The shampoo and soap and such are
pretty plain-vanilla, but they work OK. Same thing with the pads and
tampons. As long as you're using the stuff they provide, it's safe in
the bathroom; but if you get anything too good, it'll probably get
used up faster than you expect. You're on your own for laundry;
there's plenty of machines down in the basement, and there's a
schedule sheet that you put your name on. Our bathroom door locks on
this side, and there's a deadbolt thingy on the inside so whoever's in
there can use it without being interrupted. If you forget to unlock it
when you're done, you WILL hear about it--so don't. Mostly, girls just
lock the bathroom door when they're on the toilet; that way it isn't
tied up all the time. It's kind of a rule that if you're in the shower
and you hear someone come in and use the toilet, you wait until you
hear them leave before you get out. You're new, so the other girls are
going to look if they see you in there at first, but that's it."

"You said something about girls here getting into relationships?" Margo asked.

"Yeah. Nobody's going to grab your ass or anything, but if somebody
wants to get something going with you, you'll know it. If you're not
interested, that's cool; just be nice about it and there won't be any
trouble."

Margo nodded, then said "What about the rest of the time?"

"If you see one or two people kind of off by themselves, you don't
just walk up to them. Stand back a little ways where they can see you,
and if they don't mind company, they'll let you know. Otherwise, just
keep going--some of the people here have had some seriously tough
trouble, and a few of them can get pretty hardass when they're upset."

"What about meals?"

"You'll get whatever they give you tonight. But with supper, you'll
get a list of what the choices are for the next day; just mark the
ones you want and put your name or ID on the sheet--ID is best, but
name usually works okay--and drop it in the box on your way out of the
dining room. You probably haven't seen it yet, but there's another
building that has a small dining room and a rec area. The rec area
isn't bad, but it's not all that good, either. Oh, I almost forgot:
the only place to keep your stuff that locks is that top drawer,
there; the key is inside. The one thing that Tom and the staff don't
get involved in is how we deal with anybody that gets caught stealing.
For the stuff they give us, nobody really cares much, but for anything
personal or special, it's different. Right after I got here, a new
girl stole a necklace from someone else. It wasn't expensive or fancy
or anything, but she still got her ass kicked by damn near everybody
even after she gave it back. She didn't have to go to the hospital or
anything, but it was plain as it could be that SOMETHING happened to
her, and nobody ever said anything about it. Anyway, the only other
person that can open that drawer is Tom, and he'll only do it if they
have some reason to think you've got something completely illegal in
it. Otherwise, if they come in to do any kind of inspection or
anything--which doesn't happen very often, anyway--that's the one place
they won't even ASK to look in. So if you've got, like, a fourteen
inch vibrator, that's the place to keep it!" Isabelle said, with a
laugh.

Margo laughed, too, and answered "Sorry, nothing like that... I couldn't
afford to keep it in batteries!", making Isabelle laugh in return.

The two of them chatted for nearly an hour when Isabelle wanted to
know "Do you mind if I ask how you ended up here?"

Sighing, Margo answered "Probably like everyone else: a bunch of
bullshit going on at home that I didn't want to deal with."

Isabelle nodded and said "Yeah, that sounds about right. Listen,
that's one of the things that you can talk to damn near any one of us
about and not have it get around. So if you ever DO want to talk to
anybody about it, you don't have to worry about anyone else knowing.
Me, my folks divorced, which sucked, but I learned to live with it.
But when my mom got married again, my stepdad seemed to think that he
was marrying ME, too. He started out just kind of hinting he'd like to
do stuff with me, and I tried to shut him down without doing anything
to make him bitch to my mom about me. But he kept getting worse and
worse, and even grabbing my ass and rubbing himself against me. That's
when I tried to tell my mom what was going on, but she didn't want to
hear it. Finally, one night when mom was out with some friends of
hers, he came into my bedroom naked and tried to get into bed with me.
I managed to give him a shot to the balls and he limped out. I started
getting stuff together, and after I heard my mom get home and go to
bed, I packed everything, took the money I had, and split. Haven't
been back since."

With a wry laugh, Isabelle added "I had what I though was a pretty
good chunk of money, but it didn't last as long as I thought it would.
I finally had to start living on the street and panhandling to get
enough money to eat. I was working the bus station one night when a
couple of college kids came by and decided I needed to go with them. I
knew I didn't want to, and was fighting and kicking and scratching and
screaming and everything I could, but nobody did anything to help me.
If a cop hadn't heard me a block away and come to see what was going
on, I'd probably be toast. Anyway, when he pulled up, the kids took
off and he went after one of them. That's when I split, too. The next
day, I went to one of those runaway places, and they got me hooked up
with a place to stay until something opened up where I could go back
to school and everything. I left home when I was fourteen, and turned
fifteen in that shelter. Anyway, that's how I ended up here. It isn't
great, but it beats hell out of panhandling and eating what other
people don't throw away when they leave a fast food joint, trying to
sleep in some abandoned building while worrying about rats and bugs
and who's going to find me, and maybe getting fucked over by somebody
I never met before. Can you believe I'm actually carrying a 3.7 at
school, even?"

Margo looked at her roommate with heightened respect as she answered
"Yeah, I can believe it."

In his office, Tom Harrison typed a few commands into the keyboard of
his computer; moments later, the screen showed him a view of the room
he'd assigned the new girl to while the sounds of their conversation
came out of his speakers.

Despite (or perhaps because of) the blowjob he'd gotten from Denise
before she left for the day, he was anxious to see what Margo looked
like: she was certainly pretty enough, and the clothes she had on
suggested she had a better body than he was used to seeing.
Disappointed that all that was happening was Isabelle telling Margo
how she'd ended up at his facility, Tom began cycling through the rest
of the large number of cameras he'd had installed while the building
was going up. Though the architect didn't know it, the changes he'd
insisted on guaranteed that he'd have clear views of almost all of
each of the dorm rooms, as well as the bathrooms and anyplace else
that he'd thought he might find some action. Then he'd been surprised
to learn just how cheap digital video cameras had gotten; his original
estimation for hardware had allowed him to install not just
fixed-position and -focus cameras, but ones with pan, tilt, and zoom.
With the money he had available, it hadn't been difficult to find an
out of work computer geek to design and configure the hardware and
software. Getting the cameras and wiring installed had been even
easier: paying top dollar for the construction had guaranteed him a
pool of likely co-conspirators; finding the couple of them that he
needed who were most amenable to a hefty chunk of under-the-table
money ensured timely and quality installations. He didn't know all the
ins and outs of what was going on... he was a mechanical engineer, and
only knew enough about computers to be able to use them to get his
work done. When they broke or acted up, he had his choice of nerds to
call on to correct things.

As he went through the cameras, all he saw was the things that he was
already familiar with: he already knew which girls were lovers, and
he'd already seen all of them in various stages of undress, and even
masturbating. The sole exception to that was, of course, the new girl,
who he looked in on again. Isabelle was still bringing her up to speed
on how the place worked, so he shut the monitoring software down. He
wasn't particularly disappointed; while he'd been hoping to see Margo
in some stage of undress, he hadn't really expected it to happen that
soon.

As he sat there imagining the body that Margo might have under the
clothes she'd been wearing, he felt himself growing longer and heavier
in his pants... and realized that the blowjob Denise had given him had
only whetted his appetite. What he really needed was to get laid. With
that realization, he knew just what he wanted to do; after making a
phone call, he told the person that answered he needed to see Laura in
his office. The other person said they'd send her over, and that ended
the conversation.

As he waited, he thought about who he'd asked for. Laura Stenson was
the second youngest girl in the facility, but by less than a month.
Her mother had died when Laura was only two and her older sister,
Susan, only five. After that, their father had gradually turned to his
daughters for fulfill his sexual desires. The older girl was old
enough to know that what he was doing with them was wrong, but didn't
know who to go to for help. As both girls grew, their father had
gotten them more and more involved in pleasuring him: from simply
having them masturbate him at first, he'd gone farther and farther
with them. Even though he was physically intimate with both of them,
he refrained from actually penetrating Laura in favor of focusing his
attentions on Susan. Susan had been only ten when he first sodomized
her; she'd barely started puberty before he deflowered her. It was
after she'd turned fifteen and told one of her teachers about what was
happening that things went tits-up. The teacher had called the father
to ask about the accusations, which he'd (of course) denied. When he
got home, he'd beaten Susan severely before drinking himself into a
stupor. While he slept, Susan had carefully tied him to his bed, then
gotten a knife from the kitchen and used it to remove all his
genitalia. Once he'd bled out, she'd calmly called the police and told
them what she'd done--and why.

In the resulting furor, Laura had been sent to see a child
psychologist several times to see if she was okay. By that point, she
knew better than to reveal all she'd been through... she'd seen Susan
taken away for telling what had happened, and since she didn't know
where her sister had gone, she wasn't inclined to say anything that
might cause her to find out. Accordingly, she'd solemnly claimed that
nothing had ever happened between her and her father. She was willing
to concede that she knew "something" was going on between him and
Susan, but never admitted to having witnessed any of it. Between that
and the medical exam she received verifying that she hadn't
experienced any physical penetration, the authorities were finally
willing to conclude that there wasn't anything wrong with her. What
they didn't know, of course, was that after all she'd been through,
she considered any kind of sex between any female and male to be
perfectly reasonable and normal,

Tom had actually felt somewhat protective of her when she'd first
arrived. It wasn't until he'd had to call her into his office for some
infraction or other that he'd learned how unnecessary that was: after
he'd explained that he couldn't let her keep doing what she'd done,
she'd calmly asked "Could you make an exception for me? You can fuck
me if you want, if that'll make it okay." Surprised by her response,
he'd gotten the entire story from her. When he'd asked, she'd readily
taken all her clothes off and sat on the edge of his desk and
spreading her legs to show him that she was, in fact, still a virgin.
She also offered to suck his cock, or let him fuck her in the ass if
he had something slippery. Showing a measure of self-control that
surprised even himself, he sent her away. But only until the following
Saturday, when the office staff was gone. When he'd asked her to come
to his office, she'd turned up promptly, and immediately stripped to
bare skin. Tom had spent the next four hours enjoying everything she
had to offer him: first she'd given him a blowjob that was easily as
good as any he'd ever gotten before. When he recovered from that, she
readily gave him her virginity--easily, and enthusiastically once they
got going. The coup de grace had come when he'd been the first one to
learn just how warm and tight her ass was. After that, he'd simply
explained to the rest of the staff that because of what she'd been
through at how young she was, he was willing to grant her a bit more
leeway than the other girls got. In return, she was perfectly willing
to accede to any of his requests at any time. Through a doctor he
knew, he'd gotten her on a birth control implant, ensuring that he
could enjoy her warm and always-tight pussy whenever he wanted.

His reverie was interrupted by her arrival. Smiling as she came into
his office, she promptly began taking her clothes off as she asked
"What do you want to do, Mr. Harrison?"

He'd told her, just as he had everyone else, that it was okay to just
call him Tom, but she never did. As he watched, she finished
undressing. Looking at her and seeing the small half-lemon-sized
breasts on her chest and the sparseness of the hair on her mons, he
grew even harder in anticipation. With Laura, he didn't have to dance
around what he wanted to do as he had to with most of the other girls
he used: "I want to eat your pussy first. Then you can blow me for a
little bit before I fuck you."

Still smiling, Laura moved to stand in front of him before hopping up
to sit on the edge of his desk. As she usually did, she waited until
he leaned forward and spent a little time sucking on the puffy pink
peaks of her developing breasts. When he pulled his head back, she
quickly lay back and spread her legs in anticipation of the pleasure
she was about to receive. It was only a few moments before she felt
his head move between her parted thighs and his tongue begin its first
caress.

As always, the faint tickling of Laura's wispy pubic hairs against his
nose and lip only added to the pleasure Tom got from eating her young
snatch; it was just another reminder of how young she was, and that he
was the first man to know her as intimately as he did. And just as he
was every time he did anything with her, Tom was surprised at how
ready she was, even before he got started with her. Looking at her,
her small, thin labia were beginning to darken and get slightly
longer; they were already parted, and he could see that she was
already wet enough that her oils were starting to leak out of her. He
wasn't about to let them go to waste, and quickly ran his tongue from
the bottom of her opening to the top of her cleft, finishing with a
light pressure against her exposed clitoris. In response, Laura moaned
softly as she arched her pelvis up in encouragement for him to
continue--as if he needed it!

He'd learned that as small as she was (barely five feet), it made
things a lot easier and more pleasureable if he got her nice and wet
before he stuck his man-sized dick in her pubescent cunt; best of all
was if he helped her have an orgasm first, so she was wet and relaxed
enough for him to bury himself in her with a single stroke. But that
was for later... right then, he was getting plenty of enjoyment from
having his face buried in her crotch.

For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the
faint noises as Tom applied himself to arousing and satisfying the
young girl, punctuated by her progressively louder and more frequent
moans as he succeeded. Finally, with a soft cry, Laura's body arched
just ahead of going through a series of spasms as she climaxed in
response to his efforts. After giving her glistening pussy one final
swipe with his tongue, Tom sat up, then leaned back in his chair so he
could look at her nearly hairless mound while she got her breath back.

He didn't get to look for very long; young as she was, Laura recovered
fairly quickly. Sitting up again, she looked at him eagerly as she
waited to see if he wanted her to do him standing up. When he didn't
move after several seconds, she scooted herself off the desk and knelt
before him. Resting her arms on his legs, she leaned forward and took
his nearly-erect stiffness into her mouth and happily went to work on
him. Though she couldn't get as much of him into her mouth as she
wanted to, she eagerly applied her skills to however much of him as
she could get between her lips. When it took only a couple of minutes
for her to get him fully erect and have him slowly trying to thrust
himself into her mouth, she felt pleased with herself.

Though he was tempted to let Laura go ahead and finish him off with
one of her usual exemplary blowjobs, the idea of burying himself in
her tight little snatch simply appealed to him too much. When he
shifted to try and pull his manhood out of her talented oral cavity,
Laura raised her head and let him escape from between her lips.
Standing up again, she looked at him and simply asked "How?"

On hearing him say "On your back on the desk", she hopped up to seat
herself at the edge again, then laid back as she spread her legs. He
stood up and shuffled forward the short distance needed to get the
head of his erection nestled against her opening. When she felt him
begin to press himself into her, she relaxed herself to make it as
easy as possible for him... she wanted him inside her.

Feeling Laura trying to let him in fueled Tom's desire: knowing that
the youngster was welcoming his efforts only increased his need to
fill her with his manhood. He continued to push himself forward,
enjoying the sensation of the hot tightness of her wrapping around
more and more of his cock. Finally, to his pleasure and relief, he
felt the tight ring of her opening clenched around the base of his
shaft while the head softly pressed against the deepest recess of her.
He held himself still in her for several seconds to give her some time
to adjust to being stretched out again before starting to move himself
in her. He began slowly, but as the youngster began to respond to the
sensations he was creating in her, he started moving more quickly. It
didn't take long until he was able to slide himself in and out of her
almost as quickly as he would have a grown woman; her movements and
noises made it clear that she wasn't having the slightest difficulty
with his actions--far from it, in fact.

Standing as he repeatedly plunged his erect member in and out of her
wet box, Tom reached down so he could begin playing with Laura's
developing breasts. They didn't even completely fill his cupped hand,
but he found holding them and playing with her puffy areolas and small
nipples more stimulating than the larger breasts offered to him by the
older girls. After several minutes of plundering the young girls
tarnished treasure, Tom happened to look down to where the two of them
were joined and found himself fascinated by the sight of his seemingly
massive glistening cock sliding back and forth between the apparently
tiny and delicate petals of her labia. The contrast between his adult
manhood and her barely-developed genitals aroused him in a way he
didn't expect, and it felt like his cock got even harder in response.
Without realizing it, he started thrusting himself into the youngster
harder than he ever had before; she responded by moaning her pleasure
as she moved to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him closer.

When he felt Laura's heels pressing against his ass, Tom realized how
hard he was moving himself into her. Shortly on the heels of that, he
noticed that she was responding to his actions even more than she
usually did; from there, it was easy for him to begin increasing his
efforts... slowly at first, as he waited to see how much she could (or
would) accept before letting him know it was too much. Much to his
surprise, he felt like he was almost pounding into her before she
indicated any discomfort. Once he backed off a little bit, she quickly
returned to groaning her pleasure with his efforts.

Along with the vocal encouragement Tom was getting, he could feel the
girl getting wetter and wetter around him; enough so that he could
feel his balls being wetted by the overflow of her juices. Knowing
that she was getting that worked up by having him fucking her that
hard turned Tom on even more than he already was. It was only another
couple of minutes until he could feel that he was almost ready to cum.
That "almost" became "GONNA!" when he felt the thirteen-year-old
tighten around him as she cried out with the start of an orgasm. Her
already-snug sheath began a rhythmic clenching that was more than he
could stand; stuffing as much of his cock as possible into her, he
erupted, trying as best he could to fill her with his cum.

When his climax ended, Tom was amazed to discover that it had been
intense and powerful enough to leave him a little unsteady on his
feet. Easing his rapidly deflating cock out of her, he moved back so
he could sit down again. That left him facing Laura's stretched
opening, where his cum was already starting to leak out of her. About
the time that it looked like his semen was going to dribble down
across the crinkle of her anus, she sat up slightly; reaching between
her parted thighs, she gathered the collected blobs of cum on her
fingers and brought them up to her mouth, where she happily licked
them off. Over the next few minutes, she continued gathering the
leakage and disposing of it that way. It was the first time Tom had
ever seen anything like that, and it both aroused and fascinated him.
Only when no more of his seed had appeared for some time did Laura
move to slide off the desk; without prompting, she knelt down in front
of him and calmly proceeded to lick their combined juices off of his
shrunken penis.

When she was done with that task, she stood up again and told him
"That was really great, Mr. Harrison" before moving to where she'd
left her clothes. He watched as she got dressed again, then told her
"Thanks, Laura" as she started for the door. She paused long enough to
look at him and give him a big smile before answering "Any time, Mr.
Harrison!" before continuing on her way.

Tom sat there for several minutes, reliving the pleasure he'd just
experienced before pulling his underwear and pants back up. Shortly
after that, he was in his living quarters in the upstairs part of the
house--an area that was strictly off-limits to everyone.

Margo was actually pleased with the meal that had been selected for
her when she got to the dining area: not only did it look like real
food, but it had texture and flavor... a considerable improvement over
the mixed-donation swill that she was used to. Isabelle stayed with
her, and did the introductions as different girls sat with them or
stopped by to chat. By the time the meal was over, Margo wasn't
feeling quite as alone and isolated as she had when it started. She
still wasn't comfortable about who everyone was and what they were
like, but had at least started to fit in.

With some input from Isabelle, Margo got her meal plan for the next
day filled out and deposited in the appropriate receptacle; from
there, the two of them moved around the grounds for a while so that
Isabelle could show her the recreation area, the pool (and explain the
pool rules), and the rest of the features of the place. Along the way,
they saw a few girls either sitting by themselves or with one other
person on benches. Margo noticed that Isabelle was careful to guide
them around a couple of those spots while quietly informing her who
the people were and what they were like. Isabelle also used the
opportunity to point out a few others, and explain who they were and
what place they had in the grand scheme of things--as well as any
"insider" information she had. By the time the two of them got back to
the residence building, Margo felt like she had a pretty good start on
understanding the local power structure and politics.

Inside the residence, Isabelle gave her a tour of the different
facilities such as the laundry area (Margo used the opportunity to
claim a laundry timeslot) which featured twice as many dryers as it
had washers. Knowing that it took twice as long to dry as it did to
wash, Margo had to credit somebody for actually thinking things
through. Also visited were maintenance closets (where cleaning
supplies and equipment were kept), rooms that could be used by several
girls at once for various reasons, the vending machines, and a supply
room that was accessable only by using an ID card. Isabelle explained
that by telling Margo "There are enough people that don't live here
coming in and out that they don't want some of the supplies leaving
with the visitors. They kinda make a deal out of the supplies
inventory; I don't know how, but they have some way of keeping track
of what goes out of here, and who took it. It happened before I got
here, but I heard about some girl that was taking stuff from here and
selling it for pocket money. They knew exactly what she took, and
when, and booted her out with only whatever was left of what she got
here with... which wasn't much."

When the tour was over, the two of them made their way back to their
room again. After they'd been chatting for a while, Isabelle said "Oh,
the last thing: Tom told you that you're expected to be inside by ten
o'clock? Well, they REALLY mean it; if you aren't, you WILL hear about
it. But it isn't a big deal, though. They don't turn off the lights
except to dim them in the hallways; in the rooms, we can leave the
lights on and stay up as late as we want. The thing is, we're still
expected to get up and do whatever it is we're supposed to the next
day: go to school, do our chores, whatever. This place is pretty cool,
at least about that kind of stuff."

"Tom told me I'd be helping with the chores, but I haven't heard
anything else about it; not what they are, what I'm supposed to do and
when, or anything like that."

"You'll find out all that tomorrow. Sometime during the day, somebody
will slip an envelope with your name on it under the door, and inside
will be all the stuff that's particular to you: what chores you'll
have, how much you'll get for an allowance--which depends on what
chores you get--when you're supposed to do them, your user name and
password for the computer, and all that kind of stuff. Really, the
regular chores aren't bad at all; it's stuff like cleaning the
bathroom, vacuuming the hallway, sweeping the stairs, and like that.
Oh, on cleaning the bathroom? Everybody that uses it has a turn at
cleaning it, so the better you clean up after yourself, the easier it
is for ALL of us."

Margo got the message, and answered "Yeah, that makes sense" to let
Isabelle know that it was understood.

Margo then asked "What about the extra stuff? The things that pay extra?"

Isabelle made a face before answering "Those are all OVER the place. I
mean, some of them don't pay squat, and suck on top of that; others
are pretty easy, and pay good. That's why I said that if you want the
good jobs, you have to get hooked up with people, 'cause everybody
wants the good jobs."

"What ARE some of the different jobs?"

"On the sucky end is stuff like 'kitchen help', where you'll do stuff
like take out trash or clean trays off before they're washed or
something like that. Those jobs don't pay very good because anybody
can do them. Kind of in the middle is one of the groundskeeping jobs:
they take time, but they're not hard or nasty. For those, you'd do
something like drive the riding mower around to cut the grass. Or it
might be 'after-hours cleanup'; that means you're on call to clean it
up after somebody barfs, for example. It doesn't happen often, and
doesn't take much time, but it's not fun. The best stuff is to do what
they call 'Academy Ambassador'. That's when there's going to be
somebody--or maybe a group--going to visit, and it's your job to show
them around and tell them how wonderful the place is. It hardly ever
happens any more, so you don't actually have to do anything very
often... but you still get paid pretty good every week, whether there's
any visitors, or not."

"Why does it pay so good if nothing happens most of the time?" Margo asked.

"Because the ambassadors are supposed to dress up nice--but not
fancy--so they make a good impression. The extra money is supposed to
cover the cost of some nicer clothes and a little more makeup."

Just then, Margo heard a single soft chime note from the hallway;
before she could ask, Isabelle told her "That's just a reminder to let
everyone know that it's ten o'clock, so everybody knows that leaving
will set off the alarm. Like I said, you can still wander around
inside the building all you want to--just don't go outside." A moment
later, she added "Since school's out, I'd usually stay up a little
longer, but one of my friends from school is having a pool party, and
I want to get there early."

Right on the heels of that, Isabelle apologetically added "I'm sorry.
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything about that; I forgot you're still
new, and on probation."

Margo smiled and waved the apology off, saying "No, it's okay. This
isn't a bad place to be stuck in for a month. Go ahead and have fun!"

Isabelle looked considerably relieved as she said "Thanks."

With that, Isabelle got up and started to undress. Margo got up, too,
and followed her example. Knowing that Isabelle was probably doing the
same thing, Margo couldn't help looking at her roommate as the two of
them took their clothes off. She saw that Isabelle was medium-framed
with nice-looking legs and a bust of roughly average size. In return,
she knew that Isabelle was seeing a slender girl with straight
butter-blond hair, also with nice legs, and breasts that were a bit
larger than most. When both were naked, Margo saw that Isabelle
completely shaved her pubic area, and in doing so, revealing the edges
of her thin labia and the hood of her clitoris; in contrast, Margo
kept the naturally narrow vee of her pubic thatch trimmed at the
edges, but no more. Above, Isabelle's breasts were capped with
somewhat large dark pink areolas that surrounded surprisingly small
nipples. Margo's mammaries sported quarter-sized areolas that weren't
much darker than her pale pink skin, with nipples that were maybe half
again the diameter and length of a pencil eraser.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Isabelle told Margo "I hope you don't
mind, but I usually sleep naked."

Grinning, Margo answered "Since you'll be in your bed and I'll be in
mine, why would I mind? Besides, I do, too", bringing a smile to her
roommates face.

Since she was the one still standing, Margo took the few steps needed
to reach the light switch; after flipping it, she was surprised to see
a small panel over the door begin to glow with just enough light to
let her make her way back to her bed while not being bright enough to
interfere with sleeping.

After Margo was between the sheets, she heard Isabelle say "If you
want, I can wake you up any time before I leave tomorrow."

"Thanks, but that's okay. I always wake up pretty close to six
o'clock, no matter what."

Isabelle laughed briefly, then asked "In that case, could you wake ME
up around six thirty? I only bother with an alarm clock for school,
and I want to make sure I get going early tomorrow."

"Sure, no problem", Margo answered with a laugh of her own.

A few minutes later, she was sound asleep.

The next morning, Margo woke up at her usual time; after spending a
few minutes remembering all that had happened the previous day, she
got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she got out
to dry off, she discovered that there was another girl in the
bathroom... apparently waiting to take her own shower, if the towel and
soap in her hand were any indication. Standing a little taller than
Margo's five-four, the other girl was a slender brunette with a pair
of smallish breasts that sported small, dime-size areolas and nipples
that had to be half an inch long. Between her thighs, she had only a
short, narrow strip of short but incredibly thick pubic hair. As Margo
started to dry off, the other girl said "Hi! I'm Louise. I live in the
other room--obviously!--so I guess we'll be seeing each other. Besides
THIS way, I mean."

Margo had to smile at that, and Louise grinned in return before Margo
said "Isabelle didn't say anything about who uses the shower when; I
always wake up around six, and usually clean up right after I get up.
But I can wait, if that messes anybody else up."

"Oh, you're fine. I just got in here; I'm usually a few minutes later
than this, and I've always been the first one in here. Um, just so you
know? When school's in or there's some kind of rush, it isn't any big
deal and doesn't mean anything if two people to shower at the same
time. Since we have just the one, it's just a way to save time, you
know? Sometimes they'll help each other, or even play around a little
bit, but it's not serious like they're going to be a couple or
something. So if somebody asks if they can shower with you, they're
not, like, hitting on you or anything."

Still smiling, Margo answered "That's cool. I'll remember."

With that, Louise hung her towel up and went into the shower stall;
shortly after that, the room started to fill with steam again. Before
the mirror got fogged up again, Margo managed to get her hair combed
and arranged, then went back into her room.

Figuring that it was probably close enough to when Isabelle wanted to
get up, Margo went over to the other girl's bed and gently tapped her
foot while saying her name. It took only a few seconds before Isabelle
rolled over and looked up at her. Still naked, Margo went over to her
closet and dug out the knapsack that she hadn't cleared out the
evening before. Rummaging around in it, she finally came up with a
bottle of lotion; sitting on the edge of her bed, she casually went
about applying it to as much of her skin as she could reach as
Isabelle watched. After she tried to contort herself enough to smear
some of it between her shoulder blades, Isabelle spoke up to tell her
"If you want, I can get that for you."

"Thanks, I'd appreciate that. I can't really manage it by myself, so
it hardly ever gets done."

Isabelle threw her covers back, then went over to sit next to Margo.
Margo handed the bottle over, and Isabelle carefully poured a small
quantity into the palm of her hand. As she was doing that, Margo
turned to make it easier to reach her back. Isabelle reached out and
smeared the lotion across Margo's skin before beginning to spread it
more evenly with circular motions of her hand. As the liquid was
absorbed into Margo's skin, Isabelle lightened the pressure she
applied; it wasn't until Margo asked "Has that got it, yet?" that
Isabelle realized she'd continued caressing Margo's soft skin well
past the point that the lotion had disappeared. Pulling her hand back
quickly, she answered "Yeah, that's it. I guess I used more than I
thought I did."

Getting up, Isabelle said "I think I'd better get in there and get my
shower, now. Louise is probably almost done by now."

"Oh, she was already waiting when I got out, maybe fifteen or twenty
minutes ago."

"Then she'll be out, even if she's still in the bathroom", Isabelle
responded. Taking her towel in hand, Isabelle turned and made her way
into the bathroom.

Margo knew that Isabelle's claim of excess lotion wasn't true; it was
hers, after all, and she could tell by feel how much Isabelle had
applied. She'd only said something because of time, not anything else.
And it hadn't escaped her notice that Isabelle's nipples were longer
when she headed for the bathroom than they'd been when she came over
to apply the lotion; she was also pretty sure that she could see a
little more of Isabelle's inner lips peeking out than had been visible
before. But her roommate (and perhaps new friend) hadn't pushed the
matter by doing or saying anything... besides which, the other girls
touch had actually felt rather nice.

Setting the matter aside, Margo got up and went about getting dressed
for the day. The little bit of clothing in her knapsack desperately
needed washing, so she went ahead and put on some of the clothes
they'd given her. The fit wasn't perfect, but Isabelle really had done
a good job and gotten the sizes close enough.

Margo was brushing her hair out in preparation for going to breakfast
when Isabelle returned. Seeing that Margo was dressed and appeared to
be getting ready to leave, Isabelle told her "If you don't mind
waiting a little bit while I get dressed, we can get breakfast
together."

"Yeah, I'd like that", Margo answered. Without obviously doing so,
Margo watched as the other girl put her clothes on; as Isabelle was
putting her panties on, Margo couldn't help noticing that her roommate
had a very nicely shaped ass; then when the other girl moved to put
her bra on, it seemed likely that Isabelle's breasts were every bit as
firm as her own, since they didn't sway or jiggle in the slightest in
the process.

Once she was fully dressed, Isabelle gave her short locks a couple of
quick passes with a brush, then set it aside before declaring "I'm
about as ready as I'm going to be, and I need some coffee...", making
Margo laugh as she stood up.

After they'd eaten, Isabelle returned to their room with Margo long
enough to stuff a rather immodest swimsuit and a few other things into
a small bag before leaving again. On her way back out the door,
Isabelle told her "I'll be back before they finish serving supper, if
you want to wait. If not, that's fine, too."

Alone in the room, Margo used the opportunity to unpack her knapsack
and put its contents away; several items went into her private drawer,
which she made sure was locked when she was done. Sure by that time
that Isabelle wasn't going to be coming back, Margo then went to the
computer; she leaned over and did something at the back of it before
sitting down and turning it on, however. For the next couple of hours,
she kept busy doing various things while nervously listening for
anyone coming down the hall. Something after mid-morning, she
carefully shut the computer down and left the room in favor of going
out and getting some exercise and fresh air while waiting for lunch to
be served.

When she got back to the room after eating, Margo found the promised
envelope waiting for her on the floor. Opening it, she saw that it had
all the information Isabelle had said it would: the chores she'd been
assigned weren't anything she hadn't done before, the allowance she
would get was frugal but workable, and so on. She paid particular
attention to the username and password she'd been given for computer
access. She promptly sat down in front of the computer and turned it
on; when it was finished booting, she carefully signed on using the
information she'd been provided. A few moments more and she was ready
to go.

Just as the sheet has suggested, one of the first things she did was
change her passwords. After that, she gave it the information needed
so it could automatically fill in such things as her name, address,
and so on. From there, she calmly went about making sure it would
store her files in a way that made sense to HER, and opening the
different programs and setting them up for her personal preferences.
By the time she was done, it was approaching time for the start of
evening meal service; she typed several different commands into the
computer before starting another program. She was still running that
same program when Isabelle got back.

"Have you eaten yet?", Isabelle wanted to know.

"Not yet. I'm not all that hungry, so I figured I'd wait for you."

"Good! If you're not hungry, then can I have what you don't finish?
I'm starving!"

Margo laughed and nodded her head; Isabelle then said "Oh, THANK YOU!
Let's go, before I faint from hunger!"

Smiling, Margo stood up, then asked "Is there any problem if I leave
this running? Or do I need to shut it down?"

"Running, not running... nobody cares. C'mon, can't you see I'm almost
dying, here?"

Both of them were laughing as they left the room for supper.

As they were eating, Isabelle wanted to know "You really like that
computer stuff? Mostly, it just confuses ME. I mean, I can do stuff
like papers for school and email and that sort of thing, but not much
else." With a small laugh, she added "Even the stuff that I CAN do, I
still have problems, sometimes."

Margo laughed with her before answering "I guess you could say I like
it. I don't have any brothers or sisters, so there wasn't anybody to
tell me I couldn't use it when my family got one when I was eight.
They had to show me how to use it at first, but once I got started, it
seemed pretty simple to me. I mean, it's just a different kind of
machine: it's going to do the same thing the same way every time; if
you don't get what you expected, that means YOU did something
different, so all you have to do is figure out what that was."

"But what about all those computer terms? I never could understand
half that stuff."

Margo said "Working with computers isn't any different than any other
job or hobby people have... it's just got its own words that you have to
learn so you can talk to other people with the same interest in the
same language. Hell, I took a home economics class, and I'm still not
sure I understand the difference between saut� and simmer, never mind
all those different stitches in sewing!", prompting a smile from
Isabelle before she moved on to something else.

After they'd finished their meal, the two of them went to the rec area
and watched TV for a couple of hours before going back to their room.

"Come ON, Yolanda, you know how this works."

Back in the residence, a different scene was starting to play out
among a group of girls behind a closed door.

In fact, Yolanda did know how "this" worked. She'd borrowed a
relatively expensive leather skirt from another girl, and while
wearing it to a party, it had been trashed. That the accident that
ruined the skirt was beyond her control didn't matter: she'd borrowed
it and worn it, so she was responsible for it. The owner was unwilling
to accept any kind of payment schedule that was within Yolanda's
meager budget, so she'd set herself up for even bigger problems by
borrowing part of the money she needed from each of several different
girls. Then, despite her best efforts, she'd been unable to pay the
money back as she'd promised... even with the extensions some of the
girls had granted her.

The unpaid girls had finally gotten tired of waiting for the money
they were owed and understandably sought a way of collecting.

That had resulted in one of the staff calling Yolanda in for a
"discussion", the gist of which was that Yolanda could either accept
whatever unofficial arrangement the staff member could make, or the
matter could become official and be sent "up the line", possibly as
far as Tom.

As a sixteen-year-old rather buxom Latina with a strong resemblance to
the singer Cher (something that she deliberately played to), Yolanda
was more than a little afraid of what Tom would decide to do to or
with her: she was still a virgin (something she sincerely hoped the
others didn't know), and the idea of possibly being deflowered (or
worse, sodomized) by him didn't bear thinking about. So she'd agreed
to let the staff member mediate a deal... knowing that in all
likelihood, she'd have to engage in SOME kind of girl-girl sex. Sex
with another girl wasn't something that concerned her for the simple
reason that she'd been involved with it with several of her friends.

No, what bothered her about the situation she was in just then was the
fact that not only was she supposed to get herself off in front of
these other girls--which wasn't all THAT bad, all things considered--but
that she was going to have to go down on all of them, and let them do
the same to her. Hell, even all that was something she might have
enjoyed, under other circumstances. It was that she had to do all that
stuff that ruined everything.

When the solution had been presented to her, Yolanda initially didn't
have any problems with it and agreed easily enough. But instead of
individual sessions with each of her creditors that she'd thought
she'd get, she'd been aghast to learn that she was to pay all of them
off in one big lesbo orgy of sorts. Still, she'd agreed; if she tried
to back out now, she was virtually guaranteed a visit to see Tom.

Reconciling herself to her fate, Yolanda calmly proceeded to take her
clothes off. When she slipped her bra off, she heard a couple of the
girls gasp slightly; they were the ones that had never seen her naked,
she supposed. When she'd slipped her panties down her legs and kicked
them out of the way, she somehow managed to keep her equanimity as she
found a seat on one of the chairs along the wall. Bringing her legs
up, she braced her feet against the small coffee table in front of her
before spreading her legs. Closing her eyes to avoid having to look at
the girls she owed money to, and the staff member that had brokered
the deal, Yolanda brought a hand up to one of her breasts as she moved
the other between her thighs. She easily brought up the memory of the
best experience she'd ever had with another girl, and as she replayed
the events in her mind, she began touching herself.

The hand she used to cup her own breast didn't even begin to cover as
much as half the surface of that mound; as Yolanda got more and more
into her recollection, the others in the room could easily see as the
dark brown half-dollars of her areolas began to crinkle and the
cylinders of her nipples began to grow and harden. Farther down,
Yolanda was running her fingertips through the short narrow strip of
soft black hair that just covered her mons; below that, her labia
began to darken and grow, showing themselves to be slightly thick and
looking velvety soft.

After Yolanda finally extended her reach to include her large and
exposed clitoris, it took only a couple of minutes before her vaginal
lips had separated, their inner surfaces glistening with the same oils
that were starting to collect at the opening they guarded. The sight
was enough to cause more than a few pairs of nipples to start to
erect, while the scent of Yolanda's increasing arousal prompted more
than a couple of females to swallow the saliva their mouths were
suddenly producing. All of them could easily detect the distinct scent
of her, and found it appealing.

As the young girl gradually shifted from simply recalling the
experience to reliving it, her arousal and desire increased apace.
Both of her ample breasts looked like they were capped with miniature
dark volcanoes sending up dense columns of particularly thick smoke.
Several of the watchers couldn't resist licking their lips repeatedly
in anticipation of fastening their mouths on the tawny mounds rising
from Yolanda's torso. None of the others in the room thought for a
moment that Yolanda's actions were in any way faked; all of them felt
some degree of envy at the passion and pleasure she was so obviously
capable of.

While Yolanda continued to pleasure herself, others in the room began
to do the same. When the clothes they were wearing interfered with
their efforts, they didn't hesitate to remove it; it wasn't long until
all of them were in some stage of undress--if not actually nude. On top
of that, some of the others had begun fondling and molesting each
other. But regardless of what else they were doing, none of the others
in the room could take her eyes off the sight Yolanda presented: the
obviously tight breasts capped with puckered areolas and
achingly-erect nipples, and the shiny, soft inner lips separated
enough to reveal the small ring of her opening and the nectar
beginning to drool out of it.

By the time it was clear that Yolanda was close to cumming, everyone
watching her was both naked and highly aroused--whether from their own
efforts, or those of someone next to them. All those watching her were
also panting slightly with desire when the young woman finally found
the release she'd been working toward: the sudden disappearance of her
clitoris was immediately followed by Yolanda's lithe body arching
forward and freezing in place as she cried out in relief... a sound that
was echoed as some of those witnessing her actions found their own
pleasure. Yolanda's body relaxed slightly only to seize up again
several more times as her orgasm created waves of pleasure that
overwhelmed her. When the spasms of ecstasy had faded, all she could
do was fall back in the chair, gasping for the oxygen that her body
was demanding after the intensity of what she'd just experienced.

When she was finally able to open her eyes again, Yolanda looked
around, only to be surprised by the sight that greeted her: everybody
else in the room was standing frozen, looking at her. It was blatantly
obvious to her that all of them were highly aroused, and that some of
them had even already had their own climaxes. Looking at Deirdre, the
willowy blonde's small breasts were visibly tight and hard; her small
areolas and nipples looked like pink funnels someone had stuck on the
ends of her breasts; and between her legs, Yolanda could see that
enough of Deirdre's pussy juice had escaped to form a shiny trail down
the inside of one thigh. Next to her, Willow and Brianna still had a
hand between each others legs while both of them were sporting erect
nipples. A little farther away, she could see Nancy, whose bust was
even larger than her own. Nancy's puffy peaks were visibly swollen,
and her thick nipples were longer than Yolanda had ever seen them;
immediately below the pale wedge of Nancy's muff, the girl's
incredibly thin inner lips dangled down what HAD to be nearly an inch.
Ellen, the staff member that had arranged everything, was glassy-eyed;
the edges of her labia were well-separated while the shiny end of one
of her fingers testified to how they'd gotten that way. There wasn't a
single girl in the room that hadn't been affected by the show she'd
given them... and surprisingly, that knowledge gave her all the
confidence and inspiration she needed to finish what she'd started
that evening. In a sudden flash of insight, she knew that she was
supposed to be put and kept off-balance by the presence of so many
other girls, and particularly Ellen. But having seen how they'd
responded to what she'd done, the total confidence in herself that she
felt was going to let her reverse the situation and leave THEM
wondering what had happened--and more, confused why their plan hadn't
worked the way they'd meant it to.

Smiling to herself with her new understanding and power, Yolanda sat
up and boldly asked "How do we do this, and who's first?"

Brought out of her reverie by Yolanda's movement, Ellen knew that
something was different about the situation... if not quite what. Trying
to regain the control she'd lost, she said "We put a couple of
cushions from the couch on that table in front of you, and you lay
down on it. While you're eating one of us 'til we cum, another one
gets to do the same to YOU; while that's going on, whoever wants to
gets to play with you. It isn't over until you've made all of US cum,
and all of us have made YOU cum. If you're still alive after that"--her
tone of voice made it clear she didn't expect that to be the
case--"it's your choice about what you and anyone else does."

Seeing the smile that developed on Yolanda's face, Ellen suddenly
began to be afraid as she felt even more of her power escaping.
Looking around, she could tell that the others that had been so eager
before somehow weren't looking quite as confident as they had. But
there wasn't anything for her to say or do: Yolanda had readily and
easily stood up, clearly waiting for them to get the coffee table
ready for her. After several seconds, a couple of the girls managed to
get moving and each brought over one of the large, thick seat
cushions. It was only a matter of a few moments to get them
positioned, and Ellen felt a touch of fear again as she watched
Yolanda lay down on them willingly... perhaps even eagerly.

Exercising the authority of her staff position, Ellen moved to kneel
down between Yolanda's spread legs. Though she couldn't even begin to
admit it to herself, she knew that she was trying to reclaim the power
she'd somehow lost to the girl before her; and more, she knew that if
she didn't succeed, she'd lose all of it. Lowering her head, she
started something she'd wanted to do since the first time she'd seen
the lovely Chicana.

Watching as Ellen moved between her parted thighs, Yolanda also knew
that it was an all-or-nothing battle between the two of them--and knew
just as certainly that SHE was going to be the victor. Closing her
eyes, Yolanda let herself focus on the incredible sensation of Ellen's
limber tongue dipping into her cleft, then sliding upwards to circle
her erect clitoris a few times before it pulled away. The sequence
repeated several more times, each more satisfying than the previous,
before she felt someone moving over her head.

Opening her eyes again, she looked up to see that it was her friend
Karen, a slender brunette with average-sized breasts and amazingly
small areolas around her long, thin nipples. Yolanda was surprised to
see that Karen had apparently done a little extra preparation for the
event: the wide delta of dark hair that usually covered her pelvis had
been completely shaved off, leaving her completely bare. As she looked
at the engorged labia extending from Karen's mons, she heard the girls
softly tell her "This wasn't my idea, Yolanda."

Looking up at her friend, Yolanda answered "I know, Karen. But it's
okay, 'cause I'd have liked to do this with you, anyway", and saw the
pleased surprise on the other girl's face. She only had to lift her
head a little bit before she could extend her tongue and run it
between the soft flesh petals of Karen's inner lips. As she did so,
she got her first taste of Karen's juices and promptly fell in love
with them. She eagerly repeated her actions several times before going
on to expand on her efforts by including Karen's wet opening, and the
small pearl at the top of her slit.

Even as Yolanda began fulfilling her obligations, she was letting her
body take it's pleasure in what Ellen was doing to her. To her
amazement, she found that she could easily divide her attentions:
while applying her laudable oral skills to her friend, she was equally
capable of feeling and enjoying the stimulation being bestowed on her
by Ellen. Without knowing HOW she did it, she was still able to give
equal attention to both activities and experience them in full
measure; it was something she'd never known was possible before, and
actually living it was only adding to her confidence and sense of
control.

It didn't take long for Yolanda to realize that Ellen was deliberately
taking her time about what she was doing. But instead of being
concerned, Yolanda realized that she actually had a choice about how
to respond. The two that seemed most promising were to either let
Ellen continue as she was, which meant that Yolanda could finish the
girls ahead of when they were finished with her, leaving her free to
really enjoy the end of the process; or she could let Ellen's efforts
have more of an effect than Ellen meant them to, and by doing so,
further wrest control of the situation from the older woman. As much
as she knew she'd enjoy the first option, Yolanda knew that following
the second course would guarantee her control over her own life... and
put it into effect. She found it surprisingly easy to "tell" her body
to become even more aware of what was happening to it, and to
experience the sensations it was experiencing even more intensely.

The downside to her plan was simply that if she was going to let
herself be stimulated that easily, then it was going to be that much
easier for her to orgasm as a consequence. Rather than shortchange her
friend because of what Ellen was doing, Yolanda applied herself to
bringing Karen even MORE pleasure in an effort to bring the girl to a
climax before she, herself, had one. Feeling that she was having to
rush things, Yolanda resolved to make it up to Karen the first time
the two of them were together alone while she accelerated and
intensified her actions at the other girl's crotch. It was a matter of
only a few minutes until she had Karen moaning continuously, the
volume of her sounds increasing steadily as she rapidly approached
what promised to be one of the best orgasms of her young life.

For her part, Ellen couldn't understand why Yolanda's arousal had
increased so dramatically over the last few minutes, despite her best
efforts to go as slowly and softly as she could while she ate the
younger girl's delicious pussy. Ellen KNEW that Yolanda's reactions
were legitimate, and knew that the girls watching knew it, too... which
only further frustrated her. Worse still, she knew that she could only
do so much to draw things out before it became obvious to the others
what was going on; that meant that the only thing she could do was
keep going as she was, fully recognizing that she'd failed in what
she'd tried to do.

Yolanda was relieved when she felt Karen's body tense above her. Her
newly discovered ability to divide her attention the way she was was
still novel enough that she didn't have the control over it that she'd
have liked: the pleasure coming from below was threatening to
overwhelm the pleasure she could dispense from above. Happily, she was
going to be able to satisfy Karen's desires before succumbing to her
own.

A minute or so later, Karen cried out softly as her body began to go
through a series of mild spasm. Beneath her, Yolanda was delighted to
discover that those pulses were pushing out small wavelets of Karen's
heady oils for her to lap up. When the pleasure that had overtaken
Karen's body tapered off, Yolanda felt her friend shakily rise up and
move away. Looking down to where Ellen was still leisurely lapping at
her labia, Yolanda felt thrilled when she saw how much of her juices
were on the older woman's face; between the sight of Ellen's face
buried in her crotch, and the sensations emanating from that area, it
was little more than a minute until Yolanda felt herself slide into
her own orgasm.

With the sound of Yolanda's cry of release in her ears and the sudden
abundance of the girl's nectar in her mouth, Ellen knew that she'd
lost the battle; in a way that she didn't understand, Yolanda had
found the self-confidence and inner strength to take control of her
own life away from Ellen herself and the others like her. In a fit of
pique, Ellen lifted her head from between the younger girls thighs,
refusing--just as a spoiled child would, she knew--to finish a game that
she'd patently lost. When Ellen moved to her feet, the looks she got
from the girls that had been watching told her that they knew what
she'd done... and why; and that they not only no longer feared her, but
thought less of her because of it. Rather than face them any longer
than necessary, Ellen used what was left of her tattered authority to
position herself to be the next one to be satisfied by Yolanda so she
could make her excuses and escape.

After she opened her eyes and got her breathing and senses back,
Yolanda saw that Ellen's was the next pussy she'd have to eat. Knowing
full well that she was adding insult to injury, Yolanda looked at one
of the other girls, Rachel, and asked "Is there any reason I can't use
my hands on whoever's on my face?"

There was a brief exchange of looks among the girls before Rachel
answered "Not as long as you don't put them where your mouth is."

Yolanda nodded her understanding, then turned her gaze to Ellen. The
two of them looked into each others eyes, and Ellen suddenly knew that
she didn't dare let the younger girl's head between her legs. Knowing
that it sounded weak and contrived even as she was saying it, Ellen
told the rest of them "I just remembered that there's something else I
have to do tonight, and I don't have time to stay here as long as I
thought I would. I have to go now."

Detouring only long enough to gather the clothes she'd left on the
floor, Ellen walked out of the room completely naked, closing the door
behind her.

A couple of minutes silently passed after Ellen's departure while
Yolanda looked around at the rest of girls in the room. Some of them
looked back at her openly, in companionship; with others, it was in
curiosity, or wonder. There were a few, though, that couldn't look at
her. Yolanda wasn't surprised when they were the ones that made their
own feeble excuses and left--if Ellen had been Queen, those few were
her royal court. They'd been deposed along with Ellen, even if they
didn't know why, or understand how.

When they'd gone, another of Yolanda's friends spoke up. An
average-looking Black girl, her name was Victoria, and she said
"'Landa, I guess you know that none of your friends wanted anything
like this to happen. Me... yeah, I'd have liked the chance to find out
if it could be as good swappin' spit and lickin' slits with you as I
thought it could be. But I DAMN sure didn't want it to happen this
way, all of us pullin' some kinda dyke train with you. That was all
Ellen and her gang, wantin' to push you down even more than you
already was. It wasn't until we was all in here and I started talkin'
with Karen and a couple others that we figured out that that bunch
made the whole thing sound like a done deal to psych us into goin'
along with it when we coulda figure somethin' else out, instead. It's
too damn late now, but I want you to know: I'm sorry as hell I let
them bitches talk me into believin' you wasn't gonna pay me back if I
didn't push you real hard like this--you've been too good a friend to
me for too long for that kinda bullshit. So now that ain't nobody
gettin' pushed into anything, if you wanna get into some action with
me, I'm up for it. If not... well, I ain't lost nothin', long as I still
got you for a friend." Looking around, Victoria added "Reckon I
wouldn't mind gettin' something goin' with any of the rest of y'all,
either, for that matter."

Getting to her feet, Yolanda walked over to where Victoria was
standing and took the other girl into her arms before kissing her long
and hard. After pulling her head back when the kiss ended, Yolanda
told her "I would like to swap spit and lick slits with you, Vic. I
already knew you weren't here because YOU wanted to be."

Victoria's delighted smile was all Yolanda needed to guide her new
lover to the floor, where they could get to know each other a LOT
better on its carpeted surface. As the two of them kissed again, the
other girls looked around, and after making eye contact with someone,
started pairing off.

In the room that he used as a media center, Tom continued to watch the
activities between Yolanda and Victoria, along with all the others in
the room. He'd been forewarned about what was supposed to happen that
evening, and had started recording the events as soon as they'd
started. Watching as Yolanda had gotten herself off had aroused him
tremendously; ever since she'd gotten there, he'd hoped for the
opportunity to get his hands and mouth on her luscious tits, and fuck
her. He didn't understand what had gone on between Ellen and Yolanda,
however, despite being able to hear every sound in the room... whatever
it was, it had been unspoken and something he'd have had to see in
person to appreciate. Well, that was okay; as entertaining as it would
have been to watch the young Latina servicing and being serviced by a
collection of girls, he decided to let the recording continue: he
still had plenty to occupy himself with that evening.

Nearly three months prior, he'd accepted twin redheaded
sixteen-year-olds. He had two available beds at the time, but in
different rooms. For a fairly trivial favor, the girl in one of the
two half-occupied rooms had been willing to relocate, making it
possible for him to put the twins in the same room. Attractive as they
were, he'd figured that sooner or later one or both of them would
provide him with the entertainment he sought. It had taken several
weeks before he got the results he was after--though not in the way
he'd expected. Rather than finding lovers among the rest of the
residence hall population, they'd gone the route of satisfying each
other's needs as he'd discovered one night.

Patiently, over a period of several days, he was able to watch several
more sapphic episodes between them; only then was he ready to take
advantage of the situation. In his office, his inquiries had drawn
their solemn denials. But as he'd slowly brought up more and more
details and asked more and more pointed questions, their claims and
explanations became less and less plausible. Finally, they'd broken
down and admitted their incestuous relationship, tearfully begging him
not to do or say anything that would cause them to be separated.

The information he'd been able to gather about them easily explained
their attachment to each other. Their mother had abandoned the family,
leaving behind a note stating that she'd realized she just wasn't
suited for life with a husband and children before effectively
disappearing. Their father had filed for an end to the marriage, which
had been granted. Following that, he'd started drinking more and more
heavily until he'd finally died after crashing his car while driving
home from a bar, intoxicated far above the legal limit; that left them
with only each other as the last bit of stability in a world where
they'd lost everyone else that mattered to them. Without any relatives
to take them in, they'd been declared wards of the state at fifteen;
their misfortune worsened when they were sent to one of the few foster
care families that was in the program purely for the financial gain.
When the girls had tired of the neglect and abuse they'd been
subjected to, they'd left--only to be quickly recaptured. It was
decided to separate them to prevent them from leaving the new foster
homes they were sent to; the official plan failed when they contrived
to escape and join up again before eluding authorities for nearly two
weeks. It was at that point that they'd been brought to him, even
though they were from a distant city.

So despite the change in activities that were happening in the
residence hall, his evening was FAR from ruined: in his bedroom, the
twins were naked and waiting for him. Once they'd broken down and
started begging him to let them stay, it had been easy to manipulate
them into doing what he wanted them to: making themselves available
for his pleasure. Though he fully intended to have both of them in
every way possible, he had the patience to let things begin slowly:
he'd simply gotten them to agree that BOTH of them needed to be
involved in giving him reasons to keep them, and then settle on a
specific day. When they'd learned that those reasons would be sexual,
they'd resisted... particularly on learning that even though he was
willing to "just" fuck one of them, he was adamant about taking the
other of them anally. After making them understand that their choice
was satisfy his wishes or leave (and be sent to separate jails, as
they'd been warned would happen), he'd sent them off to decide between
themselves which one would engage in which act. When they'd
surreptitiously shown up (as they'd been instructed) to seal the
bargain, he still didn't have any idea of what they'd settled on; he'd
simply sequestered them in his bedroom and had them get naked so he
could look them over before telling them he'd be back in a bit.

With the action in the residence being recorded for him to watch
later, there wasn't any reason in the world not to go in and start
enjoying the twins--which he'd also be recording, of course.

When he walked into his bedroom, both girls immediately stood up from
where they'd been sitting at the foot of the bed. Though they weren't
identical twins, they still bore an almost eerie resemblance to each
other as he looked at their naked forms. Britney (on the left as he
looked at them) and Bethany both had long, wavy hair that flowed just
past their shoulders. It also did a fine job of framing their oval
faces and made an outstanding counterpoint to their lovely green eyes
and slightly full pink lips. Though they were redheads, they had
neither freckles nor the pale white skin that so many redheads had to
deal with; instead, the twins epidermis more closely resembled a
delicate pink porcelain that was completely flawless: there wasn't a
blemish of any kind to be found anywhere on them. They were on the
slender side of medium-framed, which made their slightly oversized
rounded breasts look even larger than they were. Each pair of
mammaries were capped with small red cones that smoothly merged with
the nipples that extended a full half inch beyond. Both girls were
nicely curved at waist and hips, without carrying any excess weight.
At the base of their bellies, each sported a small wedge of short
luxurious hair the same dark red as that on their heads. Bracketing
that fur arrowhead were their thighs, smooth and trim, which led his
eyes down the graceful curves of their calves and ankles.

A small gesture was all it took to get them to turn around, and the
sight that first drew his attention were the heart-shaped globes of
their asses: small, obviously firm, and delightfully curved. Dragging
his eyes away from those works of art, he easily concluded that they
looked almost as good from the back as they had from the front. Taking
a couple of steps forward, he was close enough to them that he could
reach out and place a hand on each of their asses. Both started
slightly, but remained still as he caressed the smooth, warm masses
under his touch before giving them a squeeze and discovering just HOW
firm they were. After playing with their asses for a minute or so, he
was pleased that it took only a couple of gentle nudges to get them to
understand that he wanted them to get on the bed. As they moved on
their hands and knees toward the head of the bed, he enjoyed the sight
of their virginal slits being exposed to him. When both girls had
found their spots and were again facing him, he told them "Here's how
this is going to go tonight. Whichever one of you is getting fucked in
the ass is going to get her pussy eaten first, by me. While I'm doing
that, the other one is going to suck my cock to get me hard, and keep
me that way. Whoever's sucking me does NOT want to make me cum, for
the simple reason that if I cum before I fuck you, I'm going to be
able to fuck you for longer than I would otherwise. It also means that
when I'm done with you, it's going to take even longer for me to cum
while I'm fucking your sister's ass."

Then he said "When I'm through, the one I've been eating can get the
one losing her cherry ready... I expect you know how. I'm willing to
give you some time to get ready to be fucked the first time, but don't
push it. After I cum--and it WILL be in your sister--the one of you that
I'll be fucking in the ass can try to get my cum out if you're worried
about your sister getting pregnant; if you do, you'd better swallow
it. We'll rest for a little bit while I play with you; when I'm ready
to get started again, the one I'm going to fuck in the ass sucks on me
while the other one gets her warmed up and then gets us both lubed up.
After I cum again, the one I wasn't fucking will get something to
clean me and her sister off so we can rest for a bit before we all go
in and take a nice shower together. After that, you can go back to
your room; if it's late, I'll open the door for you so there aren't
any alarms. While I'm with one of you, I don't care if the two of you
want to do things with each other--I'd like that, even, as long as you
don't get in MY way. Is that clear?"

Both girls nodded, not trusting themselves to speak. Looking at the
carefully neutral expressions on their faces, Tom could also see the
fear and resignation in their eyes. He had no illusions that they were
there because they wanted to be; it was enough for him that they WERE
there, and compliant.

Satisfied that his new toys knew what was expected of them, Tom began
to get undressed. Once shirtless, he snuck a look at them as he began
to remove his pants, only to be amused at the sight of them trying not
to look, but unable to stop themselves. When he slid his briefs down,
he couldn't help quietly chuckling to himself when he saw their eyes
get big at the sight of his semi-erect cock.

When he was naked, Tom casually got onto the bed and moved to lie down
between them; it took a few seconds for them to realize that the time
had finally arrived for them to make good on their pledge to give him
reason to keep them at the Academy. Bethany was the first to move,
with Britney quickly following her sister's example. After only a
momentary hesitation, Bethany moved to get a knee on each side of his
head while Britney moved toward his pelvis. With only a little minor
adjustment on her part, Tom had easy access to the center of the
teen's womanhood. Despite the look of concern in her eyes, he took the
time to really look at her. That close to her, he could easily see
that not only was her bush short and luxurious, but incredibly
thick--enough so that he couldn't see the skin underneath. At the top
of her slit, the hood of her clitoris was almost hidden behind the
russet cloud covering her mons; inside a slight part in her pubic
thatch, he could see that her labia were somewhat thick and
meaty-looking while still looking smooth and soft. Unsurprisingly,
there wasn't even the slightest hint that she felt any arousal or
desire... but that was something he was very much looking forward to
correcting.

Raising his arms, Tom got his hands on Bethany's ass--both to hold her
still and so that he could enjoy the warm firmness of it under his
touch. He'd only gotten as far as giving the globes of her ass a soft
squeeze when he felt Britney take his penis in her soft, cool hand. As
he lifted his head to begin getting Bethany worked up, Britney started
slowly stroking him. The way she was going at it, though, told him
that it was the first time she'd ever held a male cock in her hand,
nevermind actually trying to arouse him or jerk him off. Well, she
knew what she was supposed to be doing; until she did it, he was free
to treat himself to her sister's treasures.

Lifting his head, he spent a few moments simply nuzzling the soft mat
of Bethany's bush. The feel of it against his nose and upper lip were
incredible, and it was only by reminding himself that what lay further
down would be even better did he manage to pull himself away from
continuing. It took only a light pressure against her ass to get
Bethany to tilt her pelvis forward slightly; that put her at just the
angle he wanted before he extended his tongue and dipped the end of it
into the bottom of her cleft and slowly drawing it upwards until he
could finish with a few slow laps with the tip of it around her hidden
clitoris. Above him, he heard her faint gasp, and knew that he was
going to have a FINE time getting her going.

Bethany wasn't exposing herself to him that way of her own free will;
nor was she a willing partner in what he was doing. But neither of
those factors altered the fact that Tom was damn good at eating pussy.
Despite her best intentions and all of her resolve, there was no
denying that what he was doing felt good... damn good. Slowly, contrary
to her wishes and in spite of herself, she could feel herself
ever-so-gradually begin to respond to the things that he was doing to
her. And as she responded, it became that much more difficult to
resist the pleasure she received from his actions.

For her part, Britney found herself literally facing a different
problem: Tom's semi-erect penis. She knew that she was supposed to get
him hard and keep him that way; she'd heard Tom say that she was
supposed to suck his cock, but that was the last thing she wanted to
do... for him, or for anybody. So instead of doing what he'd said, she'd
tried to see if she couldn't do something--anything!--else to make it
happen, but without success. She suspected that her ignorance of how
to do things with boys was the cause, but knew that it was far too
late to correct that not-so-little problem. Looking toward where
Bethany was positioned over Tom's face, she felt like she was letting
her sister down because of her inability to get the man hard so that
he'd take the irreversible and undeniable step of breaking HER hymen
instead of Beth's. She knew that Beth wouldn't like getting fucked in
the ass any more than she was going to like having Tom busting her
cherry; at least afterwards, though, Beth would still demonstrably be
a virgin (if only technically). As the older of the two of them (by
all of a minute and a half), Britney felt a certain degree of
protectiveness toward her sibling.

Realizing that she was finding different ways of procrastinating,
Britney promptly did what she had to admit she should have done in the
first place: open her mouth and get the head of Tom's penis between
her lips.

She'd psyched herself up to not be grossed out by having a man's penis
in her mouth, only to learn that his cock didn't taste like much of
anything. It fact, it didn't taste all that much different than if
she'd licked a random spot on her own skin, or even her sister's.
Considerably relieved by what she'd discovered, Britney reluctantly
began doing the things that she'd seen the women do in the the one and
only adult movie that she and Beth had seen with some of their
friends. Slowly and carefully (she remembered the admonition not to
make him climax, which was the LAST thing she wanted to happen right
then!), she began tentatively using her tongue on the mass of flesh in
her mouth while ever so gently sucking on him.

When Britney had FINALLY taken the head of his penis in her mouth, Tom
greeting that event with pleasure: now that she'd gotten past that
step, she'd learn quickly enough how to accomplish the goal he'd given
her of getting him hard. And that meant that it wouldn't be too long
before he'd be able to sink his dick in her virgin twat. In the mean
time, he was beginning to get the kind of responses he was after from
Bethany; not only had she gotten wet (he loved the taste of her), and
her labia grown longer, the soft noises of pleasure she was making
were getting more and more audible as her desire increased and her
inhibitions decreased. She seemed quite willing to hold herself in
position over his busy mouth, so he terminated his play with her ass
in favor of sliding his hands up and getting them on her warm breasts.
Those most obvious signs of her femininity easily overfilled his
hands, and a few squeezes told him that her bust was appreciably
firmer than most. For the next several minutes, he busied himself by
thoroughly mapping out the surfaces of her mammaries, including their
hard peaks. Once he'd accomplished that much, it was on to caressing
them, gently squeezing them, playing with and teasing her nipples and
areolas, and generally acting like any adolescent male with his first
real pair of tits in his hands.

Though she wasn't happy that she was responding the way she was to
Tom's efforts between her thighs, Bethany was taking what comfort she
could in the fact that she was able to resist as much as she was. But
when she felt him move his hands from her ass to her tits, she knew
her resistance was futile: she simply like having her breasts played
with too much. What he was doing with his mouth was tough enough to
fight; having him doing those things to her pussy AND having his hands
on her tits was going to be more than she could stand. When he started
on her nipples by pinching and pulling on them, and running his
fingertips across them... she couldn't help but respond.

Britney had been relieved when Tom's penis started to get thicker and
harder in response to what she was doing to it. She'd even expanded
her efforts to include taking more of him between her lips and
starting to slide her mouth up and down him when she heard her sister
make a noise that she was all too familiar with: it was a sound that
Beth made only when she had reached a certain level of arousal.
Hearing it in those circumstances told Britney that whatever Tom was
doing, he was doing a good job of it--better than she'd thought he
could, quite frankly. Neither one of them had wanted any part of doing
anything sexual with Tom, and had agreed to this evening solely
because it seemed the ONLY way that they'd be able to stay together.
So to hear her sister make that particular sound then and there... it
made her feel like she was in danger of somehow losing Bethany. What
she would be losing Bethany to, she wasn't sure; but that didn't
lessen the danger and fear she felt. The only thing Britney could
think of to do to try and help Beth was to increase her own efforts,
and thus perhaps distract Tom from whatever he was doing, so that Beth
would have a chance to regain control of herself.

With that in mind, Britney was more willing to do what she could to
please Tom; and to accomplish that, she didn't hesitate to try even
more and different things to draw his attention away from Beth.

Tom was more than a little pleased when moving his hands from
Bethany's ass to her tits brought him a wealth of returns. In addition
to the simple pleasures of having his hands on her mammaries, his
actions there seemed to have raised her to significantly higher
arousal: not only was her pussy releasing even more of her tasty
nectar, but he could feel that her vaginal lips had gotten longer and
thicker. And that was in addition to how much harder her areolas and
nipples had gotten! Then, to top things off, Britney had apparently
decided that it was time to settle down and get serious about getting
him hard--she was sliding her lips up and down nearly his entire length
while continuing to suck on his cock and massage it with her tongue.
She obviously lacked the knowledge and experience to give him a proper
blowjob, which was actually to his benefit: what she was doing felt
quite good, but it wasn't anywhere near enough to have him climaxing
any time soon. In turn, that meant that he was free to devote his
attention and efforts on the tasty little piece of ass over his head.

Bethany wasn't sure what was going on, but there was no mistaking the
increase in enthusiasm Tom demonstrated when he licked across the
entrance to her absolutely SOAKING vagina, or how he would take her
heavy labia into his mouth and gently suck on them, or the increased
attention he paid her clitoris when he danced his tongue on and around
it. With what he was doing with his hands at her breasts and all he
was doing between her thighs, Bethany finally gave herself over to the
incredible pleasure he was bringing her. Once she did, it didn't take
but a few minutes for her to know that she was getting close to having
an orgasm that promised to be one of the best she'd ever experienced.

From the noises Bethany was making, Britney knew her sister was on the
verge of having an orgasm--and it sounded like it was going to be a
biggie. For herself, Britney knew that she'd gotten Tom fully erect.
Her hand barely fit around his hard member, and he'd gotten longer
than she'd imagined he could. Knowing that he was going to put the
hard mass in her hand and between her lips into her virginal pussy
almost frightened her... but also left her feeling no small measure of
anticipation. She'd already gotten instruction from her parents about
how babies were made, and the school she'd gone to had a leading edge
sex education program, so she more-or-less knew that Tom's erection
could fit in her. Getting it there concerned her, of course; the idea
of filling the empty sensation she got between her legs when she was
aroused, however, appealed to her. She was fully aware of the change
in attitude she was experiencing since she and Beth had first walked
into Tom's bedroom, and tried to figure out how it had come about
while she continued slowly bobbing her head on Tom's shaft.

Tom was having one of the better times of his life: Britney had not
only gotten his dick as hard as it had ever felt, she was sliding him
in and out of her mouth in a way that was indescribably pleasurable
without overstimulating him in the slightest. While that was going on
below his waist, Bethany was gracing him with a surprising amount of
her juices as she edged closer and closer to an orgasm. All she could
do was make unintelligible noises as she slowly arched her pelvis back
and forth in response to the different things his lip and mouth and
tongue were doing there, while holding her hands on top of his as he
continued his ministrations to her firm, tight breasts. Tom was
industriously fluttering his tongue across her exposed clitoris when
she suddenly froze in place over him; a moment later, she released a
deep, intense groan as her body began to spasm over him. With each
arching of her body, her virginal chamber squeezed out a small surge
of her juices for him to happily lap up. When the waves of pleasure
coursing through her began to taper off, Tom applied himself to making
sure that none of her essence was wasted by putting his mouth over her
opening and gently sucking out whatever of her nectar her could before
applying himself to licking her labia clean. When he was done, he
looked up to see that she was looking down at him in appreciation...
something that was a far cry from the attitude she'd first exhibited
toward him that evening. With a soft pressure against the inside of
one of her smooth thighs, she readily moved from over his head.
Looking up at her, Tom told her "Whenever you're ready, you can start
eating Britney's pussy. A bit of advice: the wetter she is, the easier
it'll be for her."

Bethany nodded her understanding, and after only a moment's
hesitation, moved toward the foot of the bed. Tom closed his eyes so
he could focus his attention on how good his cock felt in the warm
confines of Britney's mouth, but that didn't prevent him from feeling
the small shifts on the bed as Bethany got herself positioned to
prepare her sister for being deflowered.

He knew when Bethany started licking Britney when he felt Britney
softly moan around his cock--something that he felt all the way into
his balls--and dramatically slow her movements on him. That was okay
with him, though, since it signalled that it wouldn't be much longer
before he'd be able to sink himself into the tight confines of her
virginal womanhood. Keeping his eyes closed, he thought about his
plans for the twins; though they couldn't know it, he actually planned
to be as gentle with them as possible... consistent with getting what HE
wanted, of course. He had every intention of sinking his cock into
Britney only as fast as she could accept it without causing her any
more pain than absolutely necessary. And once he was in her
completely, he planned to give her some time to adjust to his presence
before actually starting to fuck her, starting slowly and building up
from there until he could quit having to worry about her. Then when it
was time to sodomize Bethany, he was going to do the same thing, but
with the addition of external lubrication. What he wanted was for both
of them to be a lot more agreeable the next time he wanted to fuck
them, and eventually even grow to be enthusiastic about the idea.

After Bethany had lain on her back and moved to get her head between
Britney's legs, she'd been surprised to find that her sister was
already more than a little bit aroused, and plainly already wet
inside. Since all Britney was doing was using her mouth on Tom's erect
penis, Bethany couldn't figure out what was going on to get Britney
excited like that. With no answer coming to mind, she set the matter
aside in favor of applying herself to doing what she could to help get
Britney prepared for being filled (or over-filled, she thought, having
seen the size of him) with Tom's hard cock.

As much as she distrusted his motives, Bethany intuitively knew that
Tom had given her good advice about getting Britney as wet inside as
possible. To achieve that goal, she did everything she knew Britney
liked, and did it the best she could: trying even harder than usual to
worm her tongue through the tight ring of Brit's opening; deliberately
teasing her sister's erect and sensitive clitoris; taking the
marginally older girl's soft labia between her lips and gently sucking
on them... everything she did was with the goal of making it as easy as
possible on her sister when she was penetrated by the seemingly
massive pole of Tom's erection.

Britney knew what her twin was trying to do, and appreciated it... if
not for the same reasons Beth likely thought she would. While she
continued to keep Tom's cock hard, Britney has grown more and more
aroused; in turn, that had resulted in her getting the familiar empty
feeling between her legs. It didn't escape her notice that the hard
shaft she had in her hand and mouth was exactly what was supposed to
fill that emptiness. So Britney appreciated Beth's efforts to get her
aroused and wet inside not because it would make it easier and less
painful when Tom forced his way into her, but because being as
slippery as she could be would make it possible for him to fill that
hollowness within her with as little difficulty as possible--something
that she was now anticipating rather than dreading.

Tom was drawn out of his reverie by the feeling of Britney letting his
cock slip from between her lips. Opening his eyes, he saw that she was
looking at him in question while Bethany was sliding herself out from
under. It took only a second for him to understand that Britney was
wanting to know what she should do next; he hadn't given her any
indication of what position he wanted them in when he took her
virginity. He sat up, then told her "Get up on your knees, then come
here."

She did as she was told, and when she got close enough, he reached
behind her to take the rounded orbs of her ass in his hands and gently
pull her forward until she was close enough for him to lean in and
fasten his lips on the peak of one of her breasts. It was a brief but
pleasant task for him to get both of her areolas and nipples hard and
glistening with his saliva while he squeezed and massaged the tight
globes of her ass. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he guided
her to lay down on her back before moving himself over her. As he
looked down at her, he was pleasantly surprised to see that her
attitude had changed: rather than the cold indifference she'd shown
when he came into the bedroom, she was looking up at him with
interest... and perhaps even eagerness. As he adjusted his position to
get the head of his penis lightly pressed against her opening, she
spread her legs more and brought her knees up to give him easier
access. Holding his cock in position with one hand, Tom began to press
himself into her. To his pleasure, she not only didn't fight the
process but actually tried to relax herself to make it easier for him.
The tip of his manhood wasn't far into her when he felt the
obstruction of her maidenhead; as he continued to push into her, he
felt that impediment stretching ahead of him.

Britney had felt considerable relief when Tom had begun by moving
slowly and easily, instead of trying to stuff himself into her as
quickly as he could. Though she was feeling a certain amount of
discomfort (primarily from her stretched hymen), she was doing the
best she could to make his entry as easy as possible for BOTH of them.
It seemed as though his penis was even larger than when she'd had it
in her hand and mouth when she felt him suddenly slip into her. Even
as that was happening, she felt her hymen give way with a sharp but
thankfully brief pain that caused her to gasp and grimace as a result.

Above her, Tom felt the head of his cock finally slip past the tight
ring of her entrance, along with the sudden absence of pressure from
her maidenhead. At the same time, he heard her gasp and saw a brief
change in her expression. Knowing what had happened, he held himself
still until he saw that she had recovered from the experience before
slowly increasing the pressure to begin easing himself into her again.

Without being told so, Britney knew that Tom had waited while she got
over the loss of her virginity, and had begun to adjust to the
presence of his massive manhood in her formerly unused sheath. When
she felt him begin to press into her again, she was ready, and did her
best to let it happen.

Off to the side where she wouldn't be in the way, Bethany had watched
in awe as Tom's manhood had slowly started to sink into her sister.
When she saw the large knob at the end of it suddenly disappear
accompanied by Brit's cry and look of distress, she knew instinctively
what had happened and immediately felt sorry for her twin. But that
only lasted the few seconds it took her to realize that Britney didn't
look like she was actually in all that much pain; if anything, it
seemed to have passed a lot quicker than she'd have thought it would.
That brought on a sense of relief that Brit wasn't suffering, after
all. Shortly after that, it occurred to her that it might not be as
bad as she was afraid it would be when Tom stuck himself in her butt.
In fact, she thought to herself, it would give her the chance to KIND
of find out what it was like to be fucked, but without the actual pain
of breaking her hymen... and that wasn't such a bad thing to know.
Remaining silent to avoid disturbing her sister and Tom, or drawing
attention to herself, Bethany continued to watch closely as she saw
more of Tom's erection begin to disappear into her sister--who actually
looked like she didn't mind that it was happening.

Tom was pleased to learn that Britney was wet enough inside to make it
relatively easy for him to get his stiff dick into the deliciously
tight confines of her pussy. Even so, he paused every so often and
slid himself back and forth a little bit to make sure he stayed well
lubricated with her oils before resuming the process of getting
himself buried in her. He had maybe half his cock in her when he
realized that she was starting to press herself up toward him, and had
spread her thighs even farther, in welcome to his efforts. Still, he
wasn't going to do anything to hurt her if he could help it, and
continued to move slowly and carefully into her.

Britney was glad to discover that once the head of Tom's erection was
inside her the worst of the discomfort was over. There was no
mistaking that he was still stretching her inside, but he was going
slowly enough that she wasn't having any difficulty accepting it. In
fact, she realized, it was starting feel rather good...

From where she sat, Bethany had a clear view of both her sister's face
and where Tom and her sister were joined. It was easy for her to see
that he'd gotten over half his erection in her by that point,
something Beth hadn't been sure was possible. What surprised her even
more was the reaction Brit was having: knowing her sister as she did,
Bethany could easily tell that Brit not only wasn't experiencing any
difficulty, but was actually starting to enjoy what was happening to
her. THAT little gem of information got her re-thinking even more
about the prospect of having Tom's cock in her ass.

It was something of a relief to Tom when a final gentle thrust of his
hips ended with his cock thoroughly encased by Britney's hot snatch:
the end of his penis was lightly touching the deepest part of her
while her opening was clenched around the base of him. After she'd had
a little time to adjust to his presence, he was going to finally be
able to start fucking the lovely young teen--and it wasn't going to be
the only time, if he had his way.

Britney, too, was relieved that Tom's massive penis was all the way
inside her; and for reasons that weren't all that different than
Tom's. Although he felt huge from the way he was stretching her
inside, she could also feel herself adjusting to it... greatly assisted
by the fact that he was holding still. As the seconds ticked by, the
feeling of being stretched gradually changed over to one of simply
being filled; and that wasn't a bad sensation at ALL.

Bethany could only look on in awe at the sight before her. Most
amazing was that Tom was completely buried inside her sister's vagina,
something that left her feeling a sense of wonder not much different
than how she'd felt after her first orgasm. Less amazing, but still no
small surprise, was the look of pleasure Britney was getting on her
face. Beth had been sure that having something as positively huge as
Tom's erect manhood in something as small and tight as her sister's
chamber would leave the other girl a complete wreck; that Brit gave
every indication of not just being comfortable, but actually enjoying
it--it beggared belief. But the truth of the situation was right there
in front of her: Brit was laying there not only looking comfortable,
but even smiling faintly. And unless her eyes were deceiving her, it
looked like Brit was even starting to lift her hips, as though she
wanted even MORE of Tom in her, or... or actually wanted him to start
moving in her. That latter possibility was one that Beth couldn't
quite bring herself to believe, at first; but when Brit repeated her
actions, and Bethany saw how Brit responded when Tom slowly eased his
manhood out and back in again...

While holding himself over the young girl, Tom noticed that the small
difference in their height meant that his head wasn't all that far
from her delectable tits. With only a little bit of awkwardness, he
managed to bend his body enough to let him get his mouth fastened on
one of them and proceeded to begin sucking on not just her hard
nipples, but random spots on the rest of her lovely
mammaries--something that soon earned him a soft moan of pleasure from
her. He was only able to keep his efforts up for a couple of minutes
before his back began to complain, but that proved to be long enough:
when he released her hard nipple from between his lips and
straightened up again, he felt her lift her hips up slightly. When she
did it again a second later, it was all the prompting he needed to
begin fucking her. He slowly and carefully slid his cock out of her
until only the head was in her, then reversed direction and just as
meticulously buried himself again. As he did, she closed her eyes and
got a look of near-ecstacy on her face, letting him know that his plan
to get the girls to willingly accept intimacy with him was working. He
repeated his actions again, a trifle faster, and drew a nearly
identical response from the young girl beneath him; from there, he
began gradually increasing his movements in her tight, wet sheath.

Tom's mouth on her breasts had felt pretty good the first time, but
when he started sucking on them again (and for even longer) while she
was so nicely filled with his staff, Britney knew that sex wasn't a
bad thing, after all. After he had stopped sucking and softly biting
her nipple, something inside her said that it was time for him to
start moving. She pressed herself up at him, then did it again; when
he responded, she'd been dismayed by the feeling of his cock leaving
her--only to be overjoyed by the sensation of it filling her up again
in a single slow motion. Then when he did it again a little faster,
the feeling was even better. Soon he was moving in her almost
constantly, and that was when she knew that she'd be willing to let
him fuck her any time he wanted.

As she watched Tom's hard rod plunging in and out of her sister,
Bethany couldn't help beginning to feel excited: his cock was as shiny
as it could be from her sister's juices, and Beth could hear the faint
liquid noises created each time it disappeared into Brit's
vagina--along with the soft noises of pleasure that her sibling was
making. The angle she was at, Bethany could see as Brit's inner lips
were stretched out every time Tom pulled out of her, only to be pushed
back in again when he reversed direction. The sight fascinated her,
and as she watched it happening over and over again, felt herself
getting more and more aroused.

Tom's attention was focused almost entirely on the incredible
sensation of Britney's tight pussy around his cock as he pistoned
himself in and out of her. But there was still enough of his mind free
to take note of the fact that she was vocally and physically
responding to his thrusts. She'd wrapped her legs around his waist and
was intermittently lifting her hips up off the bed in welcome to his
penetrations. If she was that enthusiastic so soon after losing her
cherry, he could only imagine what she'd be like with a little more
experience.

Britney had thought that Tom's penis had felt pretty good when he
first began moving it in her. But as he continued to piston himself in
and out of her, that "pretty good" kept getting better and better. It
wasn't that the feeling itself was changing, or that he was doing any
special as he went along. Rather, it was as though each time he filled
her with his manhood, it added just a little more to the pleasure she
felt: there wasn't any individual thing that was making her feel so
good, but the cumulative effect was phenomenal. She could feel the
pressure building up inside, and kept wondering when it was going to
end--every time he withdrew, she was convinced that his next thrust
would bring an end to it.

To Bethany, it was plain as could be from the sounds that Brit was
making that her twin was past the point of just wanting to orgasm, and
actually feeling frustrated that it hadn't happened yet. She wasn't
sure if Tom was actually clueless enough not to know that, if he
simply didn't care, or there simply wasn't anything he could do.
Whatever the problem was, it actually pained Beth to hear how badly
Brit wanted to climax.

Tom could feel Britney's hot, wet pussy briefly tighten around him
more and more often, and the feeling of it dramatically increased the
pleasure he was getting from fucking into her already-tight sheath.
Finally, though, it proved to be too much; with a deep groan, he
stuffed as much of his cock into her hot girl-chamber as he could
before trying to fill her with his seed.

When Britney felt Tom stop to take several long, slow strokes in her,
she started to feel disappointed. That only lasted until he pressed
himself into her harder and farther than before, and she suddenly felt
something hot inside along with feeling wetter. It actually took her a
few moments to realize that he was climaxing in her; when she did,
though, that was all she needed to trigger her own release. She could
hear herself cry out loudly, only to have the sound cut off by the
intensity of the seizure that hit her: it was stronger than anything
she could remember experiencing before. She barely had time to draw a
breath before being overwhelmed by the next wave of her orgasm.

Stunned by what was happening in front of her, Bethany could only sit
and watch and listen as her sister orgasmed harder than Beth had ever
seen before. Brit had never screamed out like that, and even from
where she was sitting, Beth could see that the spasms running through
Brit were more powerful than any she'd witnessed until then. Bethany
had been teasing her own clitoris as she'd watched her sister and Tom
fucking, but the sight she was witnessing was enough to make her
completely forget her own pleasure.

When his climax had finished, Tom supported his body on his elbows as
he got his breath back. That left his body close enough to hers that
her breasts were pillowed against his chest, centered around where her
nipples were pressing into his chest. His penis was still encased in
her womanhood, where the occasional twinges he felt were dramatically
slowing the shrinkage he experienced.

After her orgasm faded, Britney unlocked her ankles behind Tom and let
her legs fall to the bed. She was pleased to realize that she could
still feel him inside her, and was glad that he was holding himself
over her-- not just so he didn't squash her, but because it felt nice
having him as a kind of living blanket while she got herself back
together. Without realizing she was doing it, she brought her hands to
his sides and began softly running her fingertips along his ribs.

Tom's movement in lowering his body over her sister reminded Bethany
that there was an important job for her to do when he finally got off
Brit: she had to get his semen out. With her and her sister both being
fifteen-year-old virgins, neither one of them had ever used any kind
of birth control; the LAST thing either of them needed was to get
pregnant. That was the only reason Beth was willing to have anything
at all to do with his juice; she'd been more than a little dismayed to
hear that she was expected to actually swallow it. She'd been less
than enthusiastic about the idea of using her mouth to get it out: she
couldn't help thinking that it was gross, and was deeply suspicious
that it tasted totally disgusting. Still, she was committed to doing
what she could to protect Britney as much as she could, and began
psyching herself up to do whatever was necessary to achieve that goal.

The shrinkage of his penis reached the point that Tom knew he was
going to slip out of Britney's pussy; the thought that he didn't want
to make a mess on his bed reminded him that her sister was going to be
cleaning his cum out of his new toy. It also reminded him that neither
of the girls was on birth control, which was all the motivation he
needed to pull himself clear of Britney and move to lay next to her.

Britney felt mixed emotions when Tom moved next to her: it felt nice
having him over her, but she was starting to get a little sweaty from
where their bodies touched. It wasn't until she felt someone move
between her legs and looked down to see that it was Bethany that she
remembered that Tom had cum in her, and that her sister (whom she'd
completely forgotten about) was supposed to get it out. Britney wasn't
particularly worried about getting pregnant, since she'd be starting
her period in a few days; that was something that Bethany was aware of
(they usually started their menses within a day or two of each other),
but had apparently forgotten, judging from the way she was so
industriously licking and sucking on Brit's opening.

The first time Bethany got a blob of Tom's semen in her mouth, she was
fully prepared for it to be disgusting--only to discover that it didn't
have much of a taste, other than being distinctly salty. Relieved, the
rest of the process was not only not bad, but actually rather
pleasant: the addition of Tom's cum only served to enhance the flavor
of Brit's already-tasty juices... which were abundant. Beth continued
eating her sister's pussy well past the point necessary to remove
Tom's cum, stopping only when Brit insisted on moving her legs back
together.

When Beth sat up, Tom knew that she was done with her twin; that was
when he told her "Why don't you go ahead and clean ME off, too, while
you're at it."

Knowing that she was going to have to taste his cock anyway, Beth
simply moved over and took his sticky penis in her hand before leaning
over and starting to lick it clean. When she heard him say "C'mon, you
can do better than that", she gave in to the inevitable and took him
into her mouth. The taste wasn't appreciably different than when she'd
used her mouth on Britney, so she simply licked and sucked until she
was sure there wasn't any residue from either one of them left on him.

It took only a small gesture from Tom to get Bethany to lay on the
other side of him from her twin; when he raised his arms, both girls
understood that he wanted them to move closer, which they did.
Lowering his arms again, Tom put each of his hands on one of the
sister's breasts, then began softly caressing their warm, smooth
mounds.

As the three of them laid there, each was occupied with their own thoughts.

Britney knew that despite the consideration Tom had shown, he didn't
really care about her--but that was okay. She intuited that he'd done a
nicer job of deflowering her than she likely would have gotten from
anyone else around her age, and he'd made her feel pretty damn good...
better than she'd expected by a LONG shot. She suspected that that
wouldn't be the only time he'd want her and/or Beth, and that was fine
with her, at least: now that she'd lost her virginity, there wasn't
any reason she couldn't take whatever she learned with (or from) him
and use it with somebody of her choosing later. Besides, if it meant
her and Beth being able to stay together someplace, getting fucked by
him wasn't a bad price to pay, all things considered.

Even though all that had happened to her thus far had been getting her
pussy eaten (and eaten damn well, she had to admit), Bethany still had
plenty of her own to think about. After seeing that Tom's cock could
fit something as small as Brit's virgin opening and still give her
sister the kind of pleasure she'd seen, she wasn't all that worried
about him sticking that same penis in her ass. It wasn't like she had
a hymen in her butt, after all, or that her anus didn't expand every
time her bowels moved. And he'd said something about using some kind
of lubrication, too, so she didn't have to worry about THAT part of
it, at least. She doubted she was going to actually LIKE it, but
figured she could at least tolerate it for as long as it took for him
to climax.

Tom lay between the two of them thinking about the change he'd seen in
Britney, and what it could mean for him, as well as contemplating what
he was going to do with Bethany. If Bethany responded to having his
dick in her ass anything like the way Britney had behaved toward being
fucked for the first time, he figured he was going to have a fine time
with the two of them. Simply having a fresh girl like either one of
them would have been a delight; that they were nearly identical
redheaded twins was outstanding. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that
they'd compare notes on their experiences, and when they did, he was
certain that the exchange would have both thinking that what the other
had gone through might not be so bad, after all: Britney would start
thinking that being fucked in the ass wasn't as bad as she likely
thought it was, just as Bethany would come to believe that losing her
virginity could end up being better than she probably expected. He'd
also be the beneficiary as the two of them learned how to give better
blowjobs--while he kept busy eating their tasty pussies, of course. And
that didn't even include the pleasure he'd undoubtedly get from
watching the two of them with each other!

As he lay there, Tom started visualizing the different things that he
anticipated doing with the twins, along with what he'd have them doing
together and with each other. The images that crowded his mind soon
had him feeling more than a little aroused; when he felt his penis
begin to respond, he knew it was time to get things moving again. That
was accomplished by simply observing "Britney, I think it's time for
you to start getting your sister ready."

In little more than a minute, Bethany was kneeling between his legs,
leaning over so she could lift his penis up and take the head of it
between her lips. After Britney had positioned herself on her back and
slid under her twin, she reached up and guided Bethany to lower her
hips until her russet bush was right above Britney's mouth. By angling
his head over to the side a little bit, Tom had a narrow view between
his body and Bethany's to where Britney was starting to lick her
sister's pussy. It also let him see when Bethany's nipples started to
erect as a result of the attention she was getting between her thighs.

After already had his manhood in her mouth while cleaning his and
Britney's residue off of it, Bethany had at least some idea of what
she could be doing, and did it. It took a minute or so for her to
realize that she wasn't getting the results she needed to; after a few
seconds of indecision, she began experimenting with other
things--giving them enough time to have an effect (if they were going
to) before trying something else. After just a few minutes, she seemed
to at least get the idea of what she should be doing, and started
meeting with more success.

Tom was patient while she learned how to give head. She wasn't doing
anything that hurt, and it was pleasant and amusing to watch and feel
his cock moving around in her mouth.

As Tom's penis began to respond to her oral ministrations, Bethany's
efforts narrowed to what worked better, and then increased; it wasn't
long until she was having the effect she was after. The only
problem--if it could be called that--was what Britney was doing to HER:
it easily felt good enough that it kept distracting her from what she
was supposed to be doing. But Tom wasn't doing anything other than
laying there, and he didn't say anything, so she figured she was doing
good enough.

From Tom's perspective, she was doing just FINE, thank you very much.
She'd succeeded in getting him hard, and her activities (even with the
pauses) were quite sufficient to keep him that way. The way things
were going, he figured he could enjoy her steadily improving
cocksucking skills for several more minutes before starting the last
act of the evening's program.

Britney knew that what she was doing to her sister was getting in the
way of what Beth was doing, but until Tom said something, she fully
planned to continue: she was determined to do whatever she could to
give her twin as much pleasure as she could. Brit suspected that what
Tom was going to do wouldn't be as bad as the two of them had first
thought for the simple reason that HER experience losing her virginity
hadn't turned out that way; but if it did happen that Beth had a
problem, she was going to do her best to make it as small of a problem
as she could.

Tom got to the point of wanting to become more active in finding his
pleasure, and told Bethany "I think that's enough, now."

The young redhead pulled her lips off his erect manhood, and softly
sighed in resignation to her fate. Hearing it and seeing her
expression, Tom told her "Go ahead and get into a '69' with your
sister, if you want" before rolling over enough to retrieve a tube of
lubricant from a nightstand drawer. When he turned back, Beth had sat
up, so he waited until she turned around and got herself positioned
over her sibling before getting to his knees behind her. Looking down,
he saw Britney looking up at him with a look of pleading in her eyes
as she slowly licked her sister's pussy; he knew that she was trying
to ask him to be gentle with Beth, and let his heart soften enough to
give her a brief smile to reassure her.

Opening the cap of lube, he squirted a generous dollop onto the
fingers of one hand; reaching out with both hands, he used one to
separate Bethany's cute ass cheeks before beginning to apply the lube
that was on the other. Not wanting to discomfit the youngster any more
than necessary, he made sure to get the lube spread around before
working some of it into, then through, the sphincter of her anus. Once
he was satisfied with his efforts, he used a bit more to get himself
greased up, as well.

After moving forward, Tom gently pulled Bethany's glutes apart and
positioned the end of his erection against the pucker of her rectum.
He could feel her tremble a little at the contact, but didn't bother
saying anything before starting to press against her most intimate
opening. Just as he'd done with Britney, the pressure was mild at
first to try and reassure the girl that he wasn't trying to hurt her;
after a few seconds, he felt her body still as she calmed down in
response. As the seconds ticked by, he slowly increased the force he
was applying and felt her start to relax to his penetration. Nearly a
minute passed with his cock slowly sliding farther into her before he
got the head of his manhood into her back channel. With the tight ring
of her clamped around him just behind the crown of his dick, he
stopped to give her some time to adjust to being violated so
intimately.

As he'd hoped, it didn't take long for her to accept his presence once
she realized that although she was uncomfortable, she wasn't being
hurt. The rosette of her anus gradually relaxed around him, which he
used as his cue to continue. It wasn't much longer until he had his
full length buried in her bowels; again, he held still so she could
adjust to the sensation of having his adult cock stuffed into her
adolescent anus.

Beth found herself surprised at how easily things had gone. While it
certainly wasn't comfortable having Tom's massive penis in her butt,
and she'd definitely had her anus stretched, she wasn't experiencing
any actual pain. Grateful that he'd stopped again when his balls were
brushing against her, she used the opportunity to try and relax to his
invasion of her body. She was almost completely adjusted to his
intimate presence when she felt him begin to move again.

Beneath her twin, Britney had watched as Tom had slowly filled her
sister's ass with his hard cock--a sight that she knew she'd never
forget witnessing. She'd been paying close attention to Bethany's
reaction, and felt no small relief that Beth hadn't had too difficult
of a time. Brit didn't figure it had been fun, but it had certainly
gone easier than it could have--Tom had understood the look she'd given
him, as she'd thought. When Tom started moving himself in Beth's ass,
Britney returned to pleasuring her sister. With Tom where he was, the
only easy thing she could do was use her lips and tongue on the upper
half of Beth's slit and (with a little extra effort) sneak in an
occasional lick across her opening because of Tom's warning not to get
in the way of what he was doing. Britney didn't know what he'd do if
she did interfere with him, and had no desire to find out.

Consistent with his plan to get both of the twins to let him use all
of their openings, Tom's initial movements through Bethany's rear
orifice were slow and gentle... at least, until he was sure she wasn't
experiencing any untoward discomfort. Gradually, he increased his
efforts until he was fucking into her ass no differently than he would
if he was in her pussy. He could see that she was tightly gripping the
bedcovers that filled both hands, but she wasn't saying or doing
anything to indicate that she was having any problems.

In front of him, Bethany was discovering that being fucked in the ass
wasn't all that bad--due in large part to all the lubricant Tom had
used, no doubt. Having Britney licking her clitoris was certainly
helping distract her from the sensation of Tom's huge erection sliding
back and forth through her butthole, too. After just a few minutes of
Tom's cock repeatedly filling her bowels, Bethany began to experience
something that she'd never expected: she found herself actually
starting to get, well, excited... more than could be explained by what
Britney was doing to her. As Tom continued, Beth realized that the
pleasure she was experiencing was less from Britney's tongue on her
clitoris than what Tom was doing to her ass: she wasn't just "okay"
with being sodomized, she had started thinking that it actually felt
kinda good...

Beneath her sister, Britney noticed that Beth was a bit wetter than
usual and was pleased that she was able to help her sibling overcome
the discomfort she must be experiencing from having Tom's penis
violating her anus. But as the three of them continued their
activities, it finally sank in for Britney that Beth's arousal was
increasing, even though what she was doing remained fairly constant.
Baffled by that, it took a while before Britney began to suspect the
truth: that Beth was actually starting to enjoy having Tom's massive
cock in her ass--something that left her flabbergasted. But as time
passed, it became more and more obvious that that was just what was
going on.

When Tom realized that Bethany was starting to press herself back at
him in response to his thrusts, he knew that he'd won through to his
goal: there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Bethany would be a willing
partner in getting her ass fucked again in the future. And once she
and Britney were through talking to each other about their respective
experiences, he was certain that each would be much more agreeable to
trying what her sister had gone through with him. Confident that he'd
be able to enjoy ALL of their young bodies in whatever way he liked
for as long as he wanted only added fuel to his desires, and he felt
himself moving closer to his release as a result.

Bethany felt Tom speed up slightly, and the additional stimulation she
got it increased her arousal dramatically; by that point, there wasn't
a doubt in her mind that she was going to have an orgasm from Tom
fucking her that way--probably the one thing that she hadn't considered
even remotely possible.

Shortly after Tom began sliding himself in and out of Beth's ass even
faster, Britney noticed that her sister was so wet that her juices
were starting to literally drip down her pussy; that was something
that Brit not only knew how to deal with, but enjoyed, and she readily
applied herself to lapping up her twin's abundant overflow... and in the
process, adding even more to the pleasure Beth was experiencing.

Beth's increasing enjoyment of having her ass reamed further
stimulated Tom, getting him to thrust himself into Beth's warm bowels
a trifle harder.

The three of them continued in that round-robin fashion for several
more minutes: Tom's actions increasing Beth's desires, which prompted
Brit to lap up Beth's juices even more enthusiastically. The added
stimulation from Britney got Beth moving even more, arousing Tom to
greater action, and so on and so on.

Tom was panting heavily in counterpoint to Beth's continual lustful
sounds, which were accentuated by the liquid noises created as Britney
enthusiastically licked and sucked on her sister's clitoris and labia
while she collected the small but continuous stream of Beth's juices
flowing down from her overflowing cunt. The cycle was broken when Tom
released a deep groan just ahead of forcing himself into Beth's anus
as far as he could just ahead of the first spray of his semen erupting
from his hard cock. It took only a moment for Beth to realize what had
happened, and that knowledge was all it took to trigger her own
climax; below her, it was all Britney could do to lap up the oils her
sister's virginal pussy were pushing out as the spasms of release
coursed through her body.

That it was his second climax of the evening and the tightness of
Bethany's ass conspired to have Tom's cock deflate faster than usual
when he was done trying to power-wash her bowels with his cum. Pulling
his wilted and slightly-sore member from her intimate embrace, he
moved back a little bit before moving to lay down and catch his
breath.

Bethany found that she was actually a little disappointed by the
absence of Tom's manhood from her butt; that brief regret was
overwhelmed by the sudden realization that her anus wouldn't close all
the way. Immediately following that discovery, she knew that if she
straightened up, his semen would leak out. That his cum would escape
wasn't the problem--where it escaped FROM, was. Blushing slightly, she
remained still on her hands and knees and arched her back to try and
keep it inside as Britney wriggled out from under her. Once her twin
had stood up and headed for the bathroom, Britney turned and moved to
lay on her stomach next to Tom while she waited for Brit to get back.

Britney hadn't forgotten that she had been designated as the one to
tidy up Tom and her sister when they were done. As soon as Tom had
pulled his shrunken penis from her sister's ass, Britney had started
moving out from under her sister so she could deal with that task
before Tom had cause to get upset (and more importantly, tend to
Bethany). Remembering how she'd felt after being fucked, Britney knew
that sooner was better, and hurried to get into the bathroom and get a
couple of damp washcloths and towels.

Back in the bedroom. Britney laid one of the warm washcloths along the
crease of Beth's ass so her sister could take care of any immediate
needs while she carefully and gently wiped the lube and flecks of
semen from Tom's penis, then dry it. That accomplished, she turned her
attentions to Beth, who had managed to wipe up most of the lube... but
curiously, left the washcloth tucked between the cheeks of her ass. It
wasn't until Britney pulled it free and saw that Beth's anus wasn't
completely closed that she understood why. After cleaning the rest of
the lubricant from between Beth's ass cheeks, Britney carefully dried
the area before taking everything back into the bathroom. When she got
back into the bedroom, she didn't hesitate to lay on her side and
snuggle next to Tom in the hope that doing so would draw his attention
to her so that Beth would have a little more time to recuperate.

As he lay there between the twins, Tom felt unusually content as he
idly caressed his two new toys. After a couple of minutes, he heard
one of them sigh; it was so soft and faint that it took him a few
moments to realize that it had come from Bethany. Knowing that it had
been her, he had to smile to himself: the sound had been one of
pleased contentment, which only confirmed for him that she'd willingly
cooperate the next time he suggested fucking her ass. There were so
few of the girls at the Academy that he could do that to, and fewer
still that didn't simply let it happen without responding any more
than necessary.

After getting his breath back, and regaining some of his energy, Tom
got the three of them into the shower. With him leading the way, he
didn't see Bethany's sudden furious blush when some of his cum
trickled out of her anus, or the look the two girls exchanged
afterwards. Once they were all under the spray, he had a dandy time
playing with their soap- and water-slickened bodies.

The next day, only one of their friends had any suspicion or inkling
of why Bethany was walking the way she did--and she wasn't inclined to
say or ask anything about it.

While she was on probation, Margo spent as much time as she figured
she reasonably could on the computer in her room whenever Isabelle was
off somewhere. Although she wasn't particularly happy about how little
time that actually turned out to be, she accepted the limitations
imposed by the necessity of not spending ALL her time there and
getting out and getting to meet (and learn about) the others at the
Academy. To her displeasure, there was only little more than a week
between the end of her probation and the start of school; still, she
managed to make the most of it with help from Isabelle and Louise.

Once school started, Margo quickly became the one that most of her
friends turned to whenever they had a problem with their computers. It
was almost always a user problem, but Margo never said or did anything
to anyone about it; instead, she focused on helping them learn how to
find help on their own using the built-in assistance most programs
had, and translating from computerese to English. In return, everyone
that she helped was quite willing to help her with the relatively
minor things she asked of them. One girl that had access to the
networking closet in the main building told her what makes and models
of equipment were being used by the Academy, while others that worked
various places around the property readily provided her with the
technical information about the computers they used; they didn't know
what she was asking, but could tell her what was on the screen when
she told them what to look for. Throughout, Margo was careful not to
move too quickly so that none of them had cause to wonder about her
interest in such things. She knew that they thought she was kind of
geeky, but that since it was only a little bit, they didn't think much
about it.

Several weeks into the school year, Margo had been doing some reading
for one of her English classes when she decided that having already
read it for a different class at a different school was enough. Ending
her study session early, she went back to her room; she'd barely
gotten into the room when she saw that Isabelle and Louise were both
naked and had a hand between each other's thighs. Before she could
back out and find somewhere else to go, both of them shifted their
attention from each other and focused on her, instead. All three of
them were blushing when Margo said "Um, I'm sorry. I already read this
book at another school and decided to blow off reading it again. I,
uh, didn't know you wanted some time alone."

In response, Isabelle responded by saying "No, don't worry about it.
Me and Louise, we're not, you know, a couple, but we like to help each
other feel good, sometimes. You probably would have found out about us
sooner or later, anyway. Besides, it's not like we're doing anything
bad, is it? You've done stuff with other girls, haven't you?
Practicing kissing and such?"

"Well, yeah, but not much. Kissing and touching a little bit, but
nothing more. Where I grew up, everybody was pretty redneck, and
anybody that got too much going with another girl was taking a chance
of being labeled a lez or dyke or something--so girls didn't do much
with each other, even if they were best friends."

Isabelle and Louise shared a look at hearing that before Louise asked
"Didn't you ever want more to happen?"

Margo released a brief laugh before answering "Yeah, a couple of
times. But I was afraid to--not just because of what people might start
saying about me, but because I didn't know what to do or what to
expect. I mean, the other girls didn't seem to know any more about
that kind of stuff than I did. Like I said, damn near everybody was
some dumbass goat-roper."

Isabelle spoke up then, saying "If you want to--it really is okay if
you don't, but if you want to--me and Louise can maybe help you find
out what you missed out on."

Surprised, Margo could only answer "I don't know... I lost my cherry
over a year ago, and I actually like fucking. I, uh, I've even got a
vibrating dildo I use."

Louise and Isabelle both smiled at that before Louise said "It's good
you can have some fun, but liking being with guys doesn't mean that
you can't have fun with girls, too. All it says is that you like both,
and that's okay out here in the rest of the world", with a smile.

Knowing she was being teased a little, Margo smiled as Isabelle added
"I was nervous the first time I was with another girl, too, for the
same reasons you said. But that's okay, 'cause it's like that the
first time for almost everyone. You told us you've never done anything
like that, and I don't think that means there's anything wrong with
you, and I don't think Louise does, either. That's why I said that we
could help you find out what it's like, if you want. I know you
wouldn't really know anything, but I'll bet you could learn. You might
even find out you like it; if you don't, that's okay, too."

Margo had heard their offer the first time, but let it go; having it
repeated after what had been said made a small thrill run through her.
She was was still nervous about the idea, but the assurance that her
apprehension wasn't any big deal had greatly diminished it. She'd also
hedged a bit when telling them about her previous experiences: the
mutual touching she'd engaged in was the same as she'd seen when she
came in, and the idea of doing that much (and more) appealed to her.
More than anything else, though, it was hearing all that they'd said;
she believed that they really would be fine with it if she didn't want
to join them (telling her that they wouldn't be "pushing" her), and
that if she DID, it wasn't going to result in a major lifestyle
change. It was almost a relief to her to tell them "I... I think I'd
like that--to find out what it's really like with another girl, I
mean."

Smiling, both girls got up and came over to her; Isabelle leaned
forward enough to give Margo a soft kiss on the lips... one that Margo
knew was meant to be both reassuring and affectionate. A moment later,
Louise told her "It'll be okay, Margo. You'll see."

Reassured, Margo nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak. A
moment later, Isabelle told her "I think you're a little behind the
rest of us, Margo. Let's get you caught up, okay?"

Reminded that they were both naked while she was still fully dressed,
Margo nodded again for the same reason. As Louise moved her head
forward to collect her own kiss, Isabelle reached out and started
unfastening the buttons on the front of Margo's blouse. As her kiss
with Louise progressed, Margo felt Isabelle's hands moving down her
front... only to return to the top and reach around behind her and
unfasten her bra. With nothing to get in the way, Isabelle's hands
then slid back around, moving under the cups of Margo's bra to cup her
breasts.

Margo was pleased when Isabelle's touches proved to be slower and
gentler than those of either of the guys she'd ever been with.

Patiently and tenderly, Isabelle was mapping the surfaces of Margo's
mammaries; she delighted in the soft feel of them under her
fingertips, and mildly impressed at how firm they were when she gently
squeezed them. They weren't much larger than her own, so she didn't
feel any envy about their size. When she got the ends of her fingers
to Margo's peaks, she was pleasantly surprised to learn that she could
feel the edges of Margo's areolas. Almost perfectly centered in each
was one of Margo's nipples: larger than her own and feeling like
oversized bits of firm rubber. As she toyed with them a little bit,
she felt them begin to lengthen and get firmer. It wasn't easy for her
to release her tenuous hold on the other girls mounds, but she
wanted--needed!--to get Margo naked; ever since the first time she'd
seen her roommate, she'd wished for the opportunity to really look at
the other girl.

When they'd first started kissing, Louise had put her hands on Margo's
waist; but when that kiss ended and they began another, Louise found
the zipper and fastening for the skirt Margo had on. After undoing
both, Louise had let Margo's skirt fall to the floor before moving one
hand to Margo's ass and softly squeezing and caressing her ass cheeks
while Isabelle got Margo's blouse and bra off. When Isabelle moved to
begin kissing Margo's tits and sucking on her nipples, Louise moved
behind Margo and knelt down. A moment later, Margo felt Louise's hands
slip under the waistband of her panties and begin sliding them down...
pausing only long enough to give each of Margo's ass cheeks a soft,
brief kiss before letting her panties fall to her ankles. Standing up
behind her, Louise reached around to cup Margo's breasts in her hands.
Isabelle responded by kneeling down and running her fingers through
the dense thicket of Margo's bush for several seconds, pleased by how
soft it felt, before leaning forward and giving the other girl a soft
kiss squarely on the visible hood of her clitoris.

Standing up again, Isabelle took Margo by the hand and led her to
Margo's bed and got her friend stretched out on her back. Isabelle
moved to lay down next to Margo as Louise sat on the edge of the bed.
Looking into Margo's eyes, Isabelle said "We aren't going to do
anything TO you; if you'll let us, we'll do things with you. If you
want us to, we'll stop any time you tell us. Okay?"

Margo didn't have any trouble answering "I know you would, but I'll be okay."

Isabelle smiled and said "You'll be way better than just 'okay', I
think", before moving in to kiss her friend. Margo readily kissed her
back, and as the kiss went on, felt Isabelle's hand move to her breast
again, cupping it and softly teasing its nipple.

The two of them continued to exchange kisses for a few minutes as
Isabelle continued to caress her breasts before Margo felt a hand
begin softly stroking her leg. Knowing that it was Louise, Margo
wondered why the other girl was only touching her from knee to ankle
until she realized that Louise was demonstrating that she, too, was
going to be patient and gentle. With that, Margo was grateful that she
was going to learn about being with other girls from her two friends.

A few more minutes went by before Isabelle stopped kissing Margo in
favor of moving her lips to Margo's breasts, and began using her mouth
and tongue on Margo's bust, as well. As Margo enjoyed the sensations
her roommate was creating, she could also feel that Louise had started
expanding her touches: each time Louise stroked one of her legs, she
started a trifle higher on Margo's leg, and ended it that much sooner.
It wasn't long until Louise was caressing her legs from mid-thigh to
mid-calf, making Margo more aware of her legs--and the area between
them--than she'd ever been before.

Isabelle wasn't just using her mouth on Margo's bust; she also had a
hand busy tracing random patterns on Margo's belly and sides, trying
as best she could to help Margo become more aware of what was
happening to her body... just as she knew Louise was doing. Isabelle
could tell that they were having the desired effect by the increase in
Margo's breathing and the slow, slight writhing of the body being
subjected to her attentions. She and Louise had been friends (and
lovers) long enough that she knew Louise would want hers to be the
first pussy that Margo ever tasted, which was fine with Isabelle--she
wanted to be the first to taste Margo's pussy!

Louise had started stroking Margo's legs the way she had to reassure
the girl that she was safe; but as she witnessed the slowly increasing
arousal Margo was experiencing, she gradually shifted her actions to
more directly serve her REAL purposes: getting Margo worked up enough
to be willing to have her first try at eating another girl's pussy...
and more specifically, her pussy. She and Isabelle had always been
patient and gentle lovers on their own, but ever since the first time
they'd been together, they'd deliberately gone about learning how to
prolong and intensify their pleasure. So it was a relatively simple
matter for Louise to apply the things she'd learned toward increasing
Margo's arousal slowly, so that the other girls wouldn't have cause or
opportunity to object to (or back out of) what they were doing.
Seeminly without knowing she was doing it, Margo had eased her legs
farther and farther apart to let Louise reach more of them; from where
she was, Louise could see that the cleft of Margo's sex was already
visibly damp--something she was sure would please Isabelle, when she
learned about it.

In the mean time, Louise was having fun with what she was doing; she'd
gotten far enough up Margo's legs that she was moving her fingertips
from the inside of one of Margo's knees to the other, via constantly
varying routes that ALWAYS avoided Margo's mons and the area between
her thighs... even after Margo moved her legs far enough apart to open
herself completely to Louise's touch.

Isabelle felt Margo move, and only had to tilt her head a little bit
to see what had happened. On spying that Margo's legs were wide apart,
Isabelle smiled inwardly before starting the process of moving her
oral attentions the direction of Margo's muff and the treasure it
covered.

Margo regretted the loss of Isabelle's mouth on her tits, but what
Louise was doing still felt incredibly sensuous to her. Besides,
Isabelle was still busy on her: gently nibbling with her lips, kissing
her skin, and even giving random spots brief little licks. She felt
Isabelle move, but didn't bother opening her eyes, since she could
feel the other girl moving between her parted legs. That brought an
end to Louise's caresses of her thighs, but that loss was replaced
with a gain a few moments later when she felt Louise's mouth fasten on
the peak of one of her breasts.

Louise was a trifle jealous of Margo's larger bust, but that did
nothing to get in the way of the enjoyment she got from sucking on
Margo's nipples, and playing with her (hopefully!) new lover's firm,
warm mounds. Her tender efforts soon had both of Margo's tits capped
with pale puckered cones that supported the hard cylinders of her
erect nipples.

As Louise was occupying herself at one end of her body, Margo could
feel Isabelle's attentions moving closer and closer to her crotch;
knowing that one girl was on the verge of being the first ever to
taste her pussy while another girl was so lovingly sucking and licking
and touching her tits pleased and aroused Margo tremendously. Enough
so that she could already feel how wet and excited she'd gotten,
leaving her to hope that Isabelle wouldn't be put off by how much of
her juices must be leaking out of her already.

Isabelle had barely reached Margo's navel when her nose detected the
scent of Margo's arousal; the aroma of it promptly got her mouth
watering in anticipation of sampling the nectar that flowed from the
source. After delaying at Margo's bush for a bit so she could savor
the feel of Margo's soft thatch against her lips a little more,
Isabelle was finally in position to look upon the flower whose aroma
she found so appealing. Margo's labia were soft and smooth, and
already dark with her arousal. At the top of her cleft, the small pink
pearl of Margo's clitoris had thrown back its hood; between her inner
lips, Isabelle could see the opening that was already starting to
drool Margo's juices and the wellspring of the delicious aroma filling
her nose.

Isabelle's pause to try and memorize the sight before her caused Margo
to get a little nervous that the juices she was sure were practically
gushing out of her had turned Isabelle off, or that her pussy was
unusual somehow; but when she felt Isabelles tongue come into contact
with the bottom of her slit, she knew that whatever she looked like,
however wet she really was, it was okay. Then when Isabelle's tongue
brushed across her opening before continuing up between her inner
lips, and then finishing with a couple of circles around her clitoris,
Margo couldn't help but gasp slightly at the sheer eroticism and
pleasure she felt.

Hearing Margo's soft noise (and knowing what it meant) was all
Isabelle needed to repeat her efforts, again enjoying the pleasantly
tangy flavor of Margo's nectar before teasing the other girl's
clitoris even more. Over the course of the next couple of minutes,
Isabelle steadily increased the actions she took to both arouse and
satisfy Margo. It wasn't long before she was happily doing everything
to Margo that she'd do to any other female she'd been with--and getting
much the same results.

Louise was aware of the significance and meaning of the sound Margo
had made, as well. Knowing what Isabelle would be doing her best to
show Margo the pleasures of sapphic love, Louise did the same, though
the targets of her efforts weren't quite as easy to work with. Still,
it was a matter of only a few minutes before she had Margo's fingers
in her hair as she enthusiastically applied herself to her
self-appointed task.

Neither of Margo's boyfriends had gone down on her very often (their
excuse being "If you lick the hole, you'll suck the pole"), and
neither had managed to give her anywhere near the kind of pleasure
emanating from her crotch that Isabelle was creating. Nor had either
of them been worth a damn with her tits, either, judging from the way
Louise was making her feel. The dual assaults on her sensuality and
sexuality were threatening to overwhelm her, and she was loving every
moment of it. She was panting heavily between almost continuous moans
of desire and arousal as she felt herself moving closer and closer to
an orgasm that promised to be bigger than anything she'd ever
experienced before.

Rather than being put off by the abundance of oils leaking out of
Margo, Isabelle was actually overjoyed with them: not only were they
another confirmation that she was having the effect she was after, but
they were a treat for her taste buds. Knowing that Louise would be
content with Margo's tits for only so long (until Margo was aroused or
had climaxed enough to be willing to eat another girl's pussy, but not
much longer than that), Isabelle wasn't taking as much time about
arousing Margo as she would have Louise, or even another girl. Still,
she wasn't about to shortchange herself, either, and continued lapping
up Margo's juices between bouts of tormenting her clitoris or softly
teasing her engorged labia. besides, Isabelle didn't think it was
going to be much longer until Margo orgasmed, anyway.

That was a lot truer than Isabelle realized. Margo could feel herself
getting closer and closer to a climax, and was doing her best to
resist it. Not because she didn't want it to happen, but simply to let
the pressure build in her even more as she practically wallowed in the
incredible sensations radiating from her pussy and tits.

Still, she didn't control those feelings, and they eventually built up
in her enough that there wasn't any stopping their eventual release.
Barely managing to choke back a scream, Margo nearly blacked out from
the intensity of the first wave of ecstacy that overwhelmed her.
Before she could even draw a breath, a second hit, leaving her gasping
in its wake. Several more spasms of release washed through her, each a
little milder than the one before, until she was left laying on her
bed feeling tired and weak.

Isabelle had been surprised by the suddenness of Margo's orgasm, but
not displeased by the results. The disappearance of Margo's clitoris
had been only a mild disappointment, since that left her with little
more to do than lick up the tasty oils that Margo's spasming body were
pushing out.

With "only" Margo's hard, tight breasts available, Louise did what she
could to help by sucking particularly hard on one of Margo's puckered
areolas and erect nipples while she firmly but carefully pinched and
twisted those features on the other mammary until Margo's head fell
back to her bed with the end of her release.

Stretching herself out next to her friend, Louise put an arm around
Margo and held her close as she got her breath back. When Margo's eyes
opened and saw Louise, they got nearly as large as saucers before she
managed to softly say "I didn't... I never thought it could BE like
that..."

Louise just smiled and gave Margo a soft kiss on the lips before
saying "I know. It was kinda like that for me the first time, too."

In a slightly stronger voice, Margo wanted to know "Why in god's name
would anybody say that something that can make you feel like THAT is
bad?"

Louise's smile got wider before she answered "Like you said: they're
just a bunch of dumbass goat-ropers. They've already got their minds
made up that there's only one way to do things, so anything else is
automatically bad, or wrong."

Half to herself, Margo said "Ignorant bible-thumping assholes. If they
weren't so damn narrow minded and righteous, girls could be doing
stuff together, instead of feeling like the only thing they can do is
fuck their boyfriends. A half dozen girls in my graduating class had
to drop out of school 'cause they got pregnant--even though every last
one of them went to church every Sunday and acted like butter wouldn't
melt in their mouths. Somebody was gonna try to get a sex education
class started that would explain a bunch of stuff that we'd all heard
but didn't know about, like homosexuality and birth control and such.
It didn't even get as far as a vote by the school board, so many folks
pitched a fit about it being against the Bible and all that."

Louise sighed, and said "It was kinda like that where I was from, too.
They didn't claim it was against the Bible, though. Parents just said
that it wasn't the school's job to teach that stuff, it was theirs...
except that the few of them that were actually doing it weren't doing
a very good job. Some of the girls that I knew had to drop out 'cause
they were pregnant, too."

From between Margo's thighs, Isabelle heard them talking, and added
"Back home, we had a sex ed class that taught us a bunch of stuff, and
even included things like birth control. Except most of the parents
got all worked up and got some laws passed that made it practically
impossible for anybody to get anything. There used to be a women's
clinic that would help girls get protected, but it finally had to shut
down after they passed a law that any kind of contraception had to be
sold by a pharmacist, and that you had to have ID so he could report
to the school if anyone under eighteen bought anything--even condoms.
Then everybody was all surprised a year later when there was a big
story about how many girls had gotten pregnant, and how many kids had
some kind of STD. Morons."

To get some of her happy feelings back, Margo looked down at Isabelle
and said "When you got close to me--you know, my pussy--I was afraid you
wouldn't like it. I mean, I could feel how wet I was inside, and I was
worried that I looked weird or something."

Isabelle smiled as she told Margo "Oh, I liked you just fine! I could
smell you before I got there, and I thought it was wonderful. I, uh,
had to look at you for a second, though--you were just too pretty and
sexy there. I was glad you were so wet, 'cause that made it easier for
me to taste how good you are."

Margo had to smile back as she answered "Yeah, I kinda figured the
tasting part out when you kept licking me that way. You really thought
I smelled wonderful? And that I'm pretty and sexy between my legs?"

"Yeah, I did, and do", Isabelle answered with a brief laugh. "Don't you?"

Somewhat embarrassed, Margo said "I liked the way I smell, but I
wasn't sure about how I looked. I mean, I've only ever looked once,
you know, with a mirror, and all I had to compare myself to was a
drawing I got from a book. I knew I had all the parts in the right
places and everything, but I wasn't sure they looked right because the
drawing wasn't very good."

"Believe me on this: you really are pretty and sexy, okay?"

It was Isabelle's tone as much as her words that told Margo she didn't
have to worry. Their brief discussion of what her pussy looked like
also got her curious about what another girl's genitals looked like;
after a few moments of indecision, she finally turned to look at
Louise to say "I... I'm ready to find out if I can make another girl
feel good--but I'd like to look a little bit, first, if that's okay.
All I've ever seen has been just me, and just the one time."

Thrilled by Margo's words, Louise didn't hesitate to tell her "I don't
mind if you look at me. I don't look like any other girl, any more
than other girls like like each other--but I'm not all that different,
either. Look, touch, smell, taste... find out what you want to know; I'm
fine with it."

Just then, Isabelle glanced down to look at Margo's pussy, and saw her
labia lengthen slightly in response to Louise's offer. Smiling to
herself, she knew that she was going to enjoy herself while Margo was
learning how to eat pussy.

Margo and Louise looked at each other for several seconds before
Louise realized that she was going to have to help get Margo
started--her friend really was that ignorant of what to do. Smiling,
she told Margo "How about if I get over you, with my knees on either
side of your head? Then you can look and whatever until you're ready
to do anything more". Margo nodded her head nervously, and Louise
calmly sat up, then got herself situated over Margo's face. Knowing
that hers was the first pussy Margo was ever going to look at that way
actually aroused her, to her surprise. She found herself feeling even
more thrilled at the idea of BEING aroused while Margo learned what
she wanted to find out about pussies.

Margo spent nearly a full minute just looking at Louise's genitals:
the narrow strip of dark hair on Louise's mons was clearly a result of
shaving, since it stopped cleanly and abruptly just short of her
visible clitoral hood. Margo could see that Louise's mons made a more
pronounced change in direction than the soft arc that her own
displayed. Louise's labia were noticeably thinner than hers, and a
trifle shorter. Between them, she could see that Louise was already
wet, and couldn't help wondering why... not that she minded! This close,
there was no way to miss the aroma that was a result of Louise's
arousal; different than her own, it wasn't any less appealing to her,
nor could she help wondering if Louise's juices tasted as good as they
smelled. Margo felt herself getting aroused at knowing that she'd get
the opportunity to find out for herself; though she hadn't said
anything about it, she had tasted her own wetness several times and
found it more than acceptable, so she wasn't put off by the idea of
learning if the same applied to someone else. Finally, at the top of
Louise's slit, Margo could see the other girl's clitoris beginning to
appear. It looked to be smaller than hers, but she knew that it
wouldn't be any less sensitive.

Louise had said that she didn't mind touching (of course not, Margo
thought to herself, if licking and all the rest were okay!), so she
didn't have any qualms about bringing one hand up so she could
carefully and delicately investigate the delicate petals bracketing
Louise's vaginal opening. She quickly realized that they were
incredibly soft and smooth, just as hers felt. Louise's response to a
delicate touch of Louise's clitoris told Margo that that small nubbin
was even MORE sensitive than she'd expected. After only a momentary
hesitation, she used the end of one finger to lightly probe the wet
opening of Louise's womanhood. The response she got was a small
arching of Louise's pelvis against the light pressure she'd applied.
When she pulled her hand back, she saw that the end of her finger
glistened with the oils on it; without even thinking about it, Margo
moved the digit to her mouth and got her first taste of another
woman's nectar...and immediately wanted more of the other girl's vaguely
earthy flavor.

Satisfied with what she'd learned (Louise really wasn't all that
different than her, comforting her considerably), Margo looked up to
see that Louise was watching her. Blushing faintly, Margo said "I'm
not sure what to do or how to start", apologetically.

"That's okay", Louise assured her. "Just do whatever you want to. If
you'll start with what feels good to you and then do it to me, I think
you'll find out that it's actually pretty easy once you get going."

With that, Margo did as Louise suggested, beginning with what she
wanted to do most: extending her tongue and using the end of it to
collect as much of the wetness between Louise's labia as she could. As
she marvelled at how good Louise tasted, Margo heard her softly say
"MMMMMmmmmm... yeah... like that!"

Relieved that her first effort was even a little bit successful, Margo
quickly got into the spirit of the thing and soon had her lips and
tongue busy all over Louise's pelvis as the other girl audibly
encouraged her with soft words and happy noises. To help hold the
other girl still so she could continue her efforts more easily, Margo
moved her hands to Louise's ass--and promptly let herself get
distracted by how nice it felt until she was reminded of what she'd
been doing by a small push of Louise's pelvis against her lips.

Isabelle had looked on with amusement as Margo had made her first
tentative investigations of another girl's pussy. She knew that she
and Louise would both get a laugh out of how Margo had first touched
her--out of hearing of Margo, of course. But that was for later; just
then, Isabelle felt herself beginning to get excited again as she
watched her roommate become more confident about what she was doing,
and her greater willingness to find out what she wanted to know. It
was plain as could be that Margo wasn't hurting Louise, and Isabelle
couldn't help imagining that it was her own pussy that was being
examined. Nor did it escape her attention that Margo's lovely nipples
got longer and harder as she continued her explorations.

Isabelle heard the brief exchange between Margo and Louise, and waited
until Margo was fully involved in eating her first pussy before
lowering her head and applying her considerable oral talents to
Margo's mons.

Margo was overjoyed with the effect she was having the first time
she'd ever eaten another girl's pussy: while she might have attributed
Louise's movements and noises of pleasure to good acting (she'd done
the same with her boyfriends at times, after all), the oils that
Louise was producing (and leaking) so copiously proved that they were
real. She was happily finding out what she could do to Louise's
clitoris to best arouse the other girl when she felt Isabelle's head
move between her thighs again. Margo felt her own arousal increase
tremendously in anticipation of what she knew was going to happen. The
feeling of Isabelle's tongue slipping between her labia didn't
disappoint her.

Louise did indeed like what Margo was doing. When the other girl's
tongue had made its first pass across her opening, her response had
been only slightly exaggerated: it DID feel good, and she figured a
little positive feedback would encourage Margo to greater efforts than
criticism or suggestions would--and that had proven to be just the
case. Margo had gotten the basics worked out easily enough, and then
shown a desire to do even better by paying close attention to the
results she got when she tried different things. Louise liked it when
Margo started playing with her ass by caressing and gently squeezing
it; but when she'd moved her hands to Louise's tits, that was even
better.

Isabelle was determined to make Margo's first time with another girl
(well, girls) memorable for more than just its uniqueness: she wanted
that Margo should also remember it because of the number and intensity
of orgasms she had, too. So with that objective in mind, Isabelle was
doing her best to fan the flames of Margo's desires into an inferno.
After getting her roommate well and truly aroused again by tormenting
her clitoris mercilessly, Isabelle carefully got the end of one of her
fingers wetted with Margo's oils, then patiently worked it into the
other girl's surprisingly small sheath. Once she had it fully
embedded, it took her only a few moments to find the spot that she'd
read about and begin moving her finger against it.

As Isabelle had gotten HER worked up, Margo had been passing the favor
along to Louise... and with much the same results. She could feel how
hard and tight Louise's breasts had gotten under her hands, and both
of Louise's erect nipples felt like hard rubber cylinders as she
gently tormented them. While her hands were occupied, Margo was
putting her newfound oral skills to work on Louise's pussy: putting
her mouth over Louise's clit and firmly sucking on it rhythmically,
trying to worm her tongue into the other girl's juicy pussy, licking
and gently sucking on her labia, and anything else that she could
think of to try. Margo knew what was happening when Isabelle began to
work a finger into her, and couldn't help releasing a moan of
pleasure; as much as she liked what the three of them were doing, she
still preferred getting fucked. Granted that Isabelle's finger wasn't
anywhere near large enough to qualify as a cock, it was still somewhat
long and hard, and felt good inside. When Isabelle started moving her
finger around, Margo was about to say something when the end of
Isabelle's finger suddenly hit a spot that made her release a deep
groan from how good it felt. After that, it was all she could do to
keep her wits about her enough to continue what she was doing with
Louise--the sensations emanating from inside her pussy were that good.

From the sound Margo made and the sudden change in her focus, Louise
figured she knew what Isabelle was doing. Her friend had read about
something called a "G-spot", and begun trying to find out if it really
existed. Louise had been surprised (!!) to discover that it apparently
did, and the resulting orgasm had threatened to cause heart failure.
She'd then helped Isabelle find out if it worked on her; it had, well
enough to get girls from halfway down the hall knocking on the door to
make sure everyone was okay (to their mutual embarrassment). Since
then, they'd included it only sparingly, and always after making sure
they had something handy to muffle the resulting sounds.

Margo didn't know any of that, of course. She'd never heard of any
such spot, never mind that she might have one. All she knew was that
whatever the hell Isabelle's finger was doing inside her, it was
creating sensations more intense than anything she'd felt before. As
Isabelle continued her efforts, Margo felt her desires build quickly.
Not wanting to disappoint Louise, Margo pulled herself together as
best she could and applied herself toward trying to satisfy the other
girl before she succumbed to the indescribable pleasure emanating from
her pussy

Louise was pleased (and impressed) that Margo was able to keep her
wits about her enough to not only continue licking her pussy and
playing with her tits, but increase her efforts. The feeling of
Margo's hands on her breasts teasing her nipples, and her mouth and
tongue licking and sucking on her pussy, quickly intensified the
pleasure Louise was feeling. That, coupled with knowing that Isabelle
was busy fingerfucking the girl between her thighs, soon had Louise's
arousal built to an almost unendurable level. A few moments later,
Louise found the release she was after as her body froze in place.

Beneath Louise, Margo managed a few more licks to her lover's sopping
slit before giving herself over to the feeling emanating from her own:
in addition to the finger in her pussy, Isabelle had begun licking and
sucking on her clitoris. With her mind entirely on the pleasure she
was feeling, it took only a minute or so before Margo felt herself
fall into the abyss of her own orgasm.

Isabelle was left feeling rather pleased with herself: she'd managed
to keep the stimulation she was giving Margo down enough that her
roommate was able to get Louise off (and do a damn fine job of it,
from the sound of things), but still have it be enough to push Margo
into her own climax not long afterwards. And on top of all that, she
had all that delicious juice that was escaping Margo to lick up!

Margo had no idea when Louise got off of her face, and was barely
aware of it when Isabelle stopped licking her pussy and moved up to
lay next to her on the other side. While the orgasm she'd just
experienced was certainly one of the strongest she'd ever had, what
had really hit her was how it seemed so much deeper than anything
she'd gone through before. She was still laying there with her eyes
closed and panting to get her breath back when she felt Isabelle put
her hand over one of her breasts and hold it. A bit later, Louise did
the same; with the two of them next to her and holding her tits in
their hands, Margo felt an affection for them (and deep gratitude to
them) for all they'd done for her so far. She knew that the three of
them weren't done yet, and the idea of getting to find out what
Isabelle looked and tasted like while Louise did things to her had her
feeling a sense of wonder that two people could be so good and kind
and generous with her after everything else she'd had to go through.
Her heart went out to both of them, and she quietly resolved that both
of them would know how happy they'd made her.

It took a few minutes before all three of them were in any condition
to do more than just lay there. Louise was the first to move, getting
up (pausing along the way to kiss Margo's lips and the nipple of the
breast she'd had to release) and going into the bathroom. Before Margo
could ask, Isabelle told her "As wet as she gets, she's always thirsty
after she cums. And it sounded like you made her feel pretty good."

Blushing slightly, Margo answered "She was right when she told me that
it was easy once I started doing stuff."

Isabelle smiled as she said "Yeah, it is. It's just the getting
started the first time that's tough--and that's only 'cause we let
ourselves get so tied up in knots about it that we make it more
complicated than it has to be... or is."

"Yeah, you're right. Louise told me to just start doing to her what
felt good when somebody does it to me, and that's all there really was
to it. And she was so nice, letting me look at her first, before I
started doing anything."

Running her thumb across Margo's nipple, Isabelle told her "Well, you
can look at me, too, if you want. I'm different than Louise, just like
I'm different from every other girl; so if looking helps you
understand that we're all different in the details but the same in the
basics, I don't mind."

Looking at her friend, Margo told her "Thank you, Iz. I guess you know
that means a lot to me."

Isabelle made a rude noise before answering "You don't have to thank
me. That's stuff you'd already know if you hadn't had to grow up with
a bunch of dumbasses."

Margo couldn't help giggling at Isabelles (entirely correct)
description of the folks back where she'd grown up--a place she'd long
since stopped calling "home".

That was when Louise came back, quickly taking her place next to Margo
again, and getting her hand back on Margo's breast. When Margo asked,
both of them explained to her about the "G-spot" and what had happened
the first time they'd experimented with it--leaving her smiling at the
mental image of the pair of them trying to reassure everyone at the
door that they were fine without having to explain that they'd been
getting each other off. The three of them spent the next little while
exchanging funny stories from their pasts as Margo and Louise got
their energy back.

Once she was ready to continue, Margo let that fact be known by moving
to kiss Isabelle and put her hand on one of Isabelle's breasts. Louise
demonstrated her own readiness by beginning to caress Margo's body and
kissing her shoulder. In a matter of just a few minutes, they were all
involved in molesting and fondling each other while exchanging kisses.
Try as she might, Margo couldn't seem to molest the others as much as
they were doing to her.

When Margo finally had Isabelle positioned over her face, she did look
at Isabelle's pussy... and saw that while it more closely resembled
hers, it wasn't really all that different than Louise's. She also
concluded that it was pretty, as Isabelle had told her hers was. With
that out of the way, she happily began returning the favors Isabelle
had bestowed on her while Louise was starting her own actions. The
main difference between their first and second session together was
that Louise didn't go after Margo's G-spot; instead, she contented
herself with simply fingerfucking Margo's pussy, though she did use
TWO fingers--which was almost as good.

The next morning, Tom was in a particularly foul mood when he got to his office.

He'd stumbled on Isabelle and Louise together, and been enjoying
watching them when Margo interrupted them--and was nearly ecstatic when
the three had gotten into a pretty heavy-duty group session together.
Able to hear and see everything in the room, knowing that it was
Margo's first time with other girls had aroused him tremendously. And
that was the root cause of his temper that morning: as hard as he'd
gotten, he was damned if he'd jerk off with all that pussy running
around the place; but it was too late to call and get one of his toys
to come over. That left him horny as hell all damn night.

That meant that he was horny and frustrated enough that he was
perfectly willing to relieve his desires at the first opportunity,
which was when his "personal assistant" Denise came in. After he told
her to close the door, she knew that he wanted to do something
intimate with her, and immediately came over to where he was sitting
behind his desk.

Expecting that he wanted to play with her tits or pussy, she was
surprised when he abruptly told her "Blow me, but don't make me cum."

After kneeling down, Denise unfastened his pants and pulled his
semi-erect cock out. She didn't hesitate to take the entire thing in
her mouth and begin working on it with a combination of soft, rhythmic
suction and using the tip of her tongue to massage it. Along with
that, she cupped his balls in her hand and started playing with them.
As his cock grew longer and harder, she had to let progressively more
of it slip from between her lips while she continued her actions. Not
long after he was fully erect, she heard him say "Good. Now stand up
and turn around."

Starting to realize that he wasn't in a mood like anything she'd seen
before, Denise did as she was told--only to feel his hand pushing on
her back. It took a moment for her to understand that he wanted her to
bend over; when she did as he wanted, it was with the deep suspicion
that she wasn't going to like what happened. Her concerns were allayed
slightly when she felt his hands slide underneath the blouse she was
wearing so he could cup her breasts in his hands; but once he started
squeezing her breasts and pinching and pulling on her nipples harder
than he ever had before, her worry turned into fear. A moment later,
he none-too-gently kicked the inside of one of her feet, forcing her
legs apart slightly, shortly followed by the feeling of the end of his
cock sliding along the cleft of her sex. Before she could protest, he
was against her opening; with a hard push, she felt him slip into her
pussy a short distance.

Unprepared for his penetration, she couldn't help but release a soft
cry of pain that only had him telling her "Shut up, cunt."

Though not a virgin, Denise was a committed lesbian; she'd agreed to
be his assistant only because her understanding was that all he'd ever
want was to play with her tits or pussy. The infrequent blowjobs she'd
given him weren't any more than she'd learned to do on the street as a
way of paying for her needs, and only meant as much to her. His
violation was only the second time she'd ever been fucked; as far as
she was concerned, that was two times too many.

But she was hardly in a position to either resist or complain: bent
over his desk the way she was, there wasn't a damn thing she could do
to fight him off... particularly with his dick already in her. And as a
known problem runaway with a criminal history, there wasn't anybody
that would believe her if she told them what he was doing: he simply
had too much power with (and respect from) those in authority, and if
she tried to kick up a fuss, she'd simply find herself back in
juvie--if not jail. So loathe as she was to do so, there wasn't
anything she figured she could do but accept his abuse and hope it
ended before too long.

Tom pulled himself back a little bit, then pressed forward again,
somehow managing to get another small fraction of an inch of his
hardness into the girl in front of him. A few more tries, and he felt
her begin to get wet inside even if it was just the involuntary
reaction of her tight pussy trying to protect itself against his
invading member. He could hear her whimpering slightly each time he
forced himself into her, and the sound only added to his arousal and
pleasure while memories of Margo played in his mind. Finally, after
what seemed like an eternity, Tom felt himself slide the rest of the
way into Denise. She was a hell of a lot tighter than he'd thought
she'd be, and incredibly warm inside. After taking a few moments to
collect himself, he began fucking her... and not gently.

Once he got started and got what little lubrication there was spread
around, Denise felt better. Not good, because she didn't want his dick
in her in the first place, but at least it wasn't as uncomfortable.
Nor did she like the way he was jabbing into her as though she was
just some inanimate object placed there for him to use however he
wanted, or how he kept squeezing her tits too hard and painfully
twisting and pinching and pulling on her nipples. More than once she
wanted to cry out from what he was doing to her, or even just
plain-old start crying from the frustration of being the subject of
his abuse. But she knew that if she did anything to interfere with
what he was doing she'd deeply regret it, she somehow managed to choke
back any outward sign of what she was feeling.

Denise didn't know it, but Tom rather liked the feeling of her
marginal wetness as he repeatedly plunged his cock into her warm,
tight pussy: the added drag caused by how little lubrication there was
in her was actually slowing his rise to a climax, meaning he could
enjoy fucking her longer. An added benefit was that when he DID cum,
it was going to be a big one. So he kept fucking himself into her
however felt best, all while enjoying having her soft breasts in his
hands and the memories of how Margo had looked (and what she'd done
with the others) in his mind.

Denise knew what was going on when she felt Tom's thrusts into her
increase, and silently thanked whatever deities there were that it was
almost over. A little bit later, she felt him press himself into her
as far as he could just ahead of feeling a sudden warm wetness deep
inside her pussy. Knowing that he was emptying his seed into her
disgusted her; it seemed like he was going to squirt in her forever
before he slowly pulled his deflating cock out of her. Not wanting his
cum running down her leg when she went to the bathroom to let it drain
out, and afraid of what he'd do if it dripped on the floor, Denise
worriedly wondered how to deal with it. Remembering that she had a
tissue in one pocket, she got it out and wadded it up before ashamedly
sticking it in the entrance to her vagina. Before she could stand up
again, she heard Tom tell her "Now, lick me off and get the fuck out."

Silently praying that the tissue would continue to cork his semen
inside, Denise did as she was told; thankfully, it took only a fairly
short time to clean his semi-erect cock of the mixture of his cum and
her own juices. Without looking at him or saying anything, Denise made
her way to the door as quickly as she could while trying to move
slowly enough to avoid making him think she was trying to run away
(and possibly giving him an excuse to do something else to, or with,
her). Only once she was safely in the bathroom and letting Tom's semen
drain out of her did she let herself cry.

Not long after Thanksgiving, Tamiko Lawrence went back to the closest
thing she had to a home after school let out: her room at the Academy.
Tamiko (Tammy to most people) was one of the few girls at the Academy
that wasn't a runaway or with a criminal history. The daughter and
only child of a Black American GI and Japanese mother, Tamiko had come
to the Academy of her own free will. After her father had been killed
in a auto accident, Tamiko's mother had taken the loss of her husband
hard--very hard. After a few months, she'd decided to go back to Japan
to visit relatives for a while. It being the middle of the school
year, and Tamiko being a mature fifteen, arrangements had been made
for a neighbor to keep an eye on her for the few weeks that her mother
was supposed to be gone. Except that once back in Japan, her family
had convinced her to remain in Japan instead of returning to America.
And worse, they had talked her into abandoning the gaijin
(foreign/barbarian) mixed-race child she'd borne. Despite the best
efforts of a number of people, Tamiko had found herself homeless.
Friends had tried to help as much as they could, but there was only so
much they could afford to do. She'd finally found herself actually
living on the street, where her exotic and uncommonly good looks drew
all manner of lewd and disgusting proposals. When she'd found herself
in the position of having to either steal or sell herself, she'd
reluctantly gone to the authorities, who had placed her at the
Academy.

Tamiko had been at her homework for several minutes when she realized
that her roommate (a girl named Rose Bush, of all things) was laying
on her bed quietly crying.

Despite what had happened in her life, and the time she'd spent on the
street, Tamiko still had a trace of a soft spot in her heart. Turning
to the other girl, she asked "What's wrong, Rose?"

After several seconds, the other girl sat up and reluctantly answered
"Some of the other girls were messing with me after school. Real hard,
too."

"Messing with you how?"

Tamiko could see Rose blush before she answered "They were giving me a
hard time about how I've never had an orgasm."

"How in the hell did THAT happen?", Tamiko wanted to know.

"Jane was telling some of the other girls stuff she's done to make
herself feel good, and they saw me standing there and one of them
asked me if I did that, too. I didn't want to feel left out, so I said
that I did, 'cause I have. But then Jane asked me if I ever came, and
I didn't know what she meant. That's when they all started giving me a
hard time until I started crying and left."

Tamiko knew who Rose was talking about, and wasn't surprised: Jane was
one of the younger girls that had been allowed to do basically
anything she wanted from the time she was born; she'd first had sex at
twelve with the eighteen-year-old brother of one of her friends, and
had essentially let anyone or anything into her pussy since then. What
surprised Tamiko about the situation was learning that Rose had never
experienced an orgasm, even though she was only fourteen. Rose had
ended up at the Academy after a chance remark she'd made at school had
been overheard by a teacher. The remark had been reported, and the
resulting investigation revealed that Rose's older brother Bobby had
tricked her into having sex with him when she was just eleven years
old, and used that incident as blackmail to convince her to continue.
He was also having sex with a couple of other (younger) girls in the
neighborhood, as well. Their parents, a couple of hard-core stoners,
had never noticed anything going on; in fact, both had been completely
unsure what was happening or why even when authorities took the kids
away from them. The brother had been sent to a juvenile facility while
Rose had come to the Academy. Tamiko could understand that Rose might
not have orgasmed as a result of being fucked by her brother, but
she'd have thought that the younger girl would have at least gotten
herself off before then.

When she asked, Rose explained to her that her sexual experience had
been limited to what she thought of on her own; her brother was so
paranoid about anyone finding out what he was doing to her that he'd
forbidden her from talking about any aspect of sex with anyone else,
and been able to make enough of an impression on the matter that Rose
hadn't dared risk it.

Feeling sorry for (and protective of) her roommate, Tamiko considered
the matter for a bit before telling the other girl "Rose, would you
LIKE to learn how to make yourself feel good? More than you do now, I
mean? And find out what an orgasm feels like?"

Rose immediately perked up and responded "Sure I would! How?"

"I'd help you learn what new stuff you can do, and maybe how you can
do what you already know about better."

Hesitantly, Rose asked "Would... would we be, um, doing stuff with each other?"

Tamiko understood what Rose was asking, and answered "Nothing that you
probably wouldn't have done with your friends, if it hadn't been for
your brother. Kissing and touching boobs, maybe, but nothing more than
that. The only thing is that we'd be touching ourselves while the
other one was looking."

Rose considered that for a few seconds before answering "I guess
that'd be okay. I just don't want to be a lesbo, or anything." A
moment later, she brightened a little more before asking "We'd be
looking at each other? I... I've never seen another girl, you know,
between her legs, and I'm kinda worried that I'm somehow, you know,
weird there."

"Rose, just being with another girl doesn't make you a lesbian--not
that there's anything wrong with that, anyway. And yes, it means we'd
be looking at each other; you can even look at me first, if it would
help." Tamiko had had her own experiences with some of her friends
before her mother had left, and liked it. She was eager to find out
what sex with a guy was like, but until she found someone she liked
and trusted enough, other girls made for a perfectly fine substitute
as far as she was concerned.

"Yeah, I'd like that. And if you don't mind, you can look at me, too.
I even want you to, so you can see if I'm okay, even after what Bobby
did to me."

After carefully marking her place in her schoolbook, Tamiko got up and
began to take her clothes off. Rose scooted off the bed and began to
follow her example; when both of them were naked, Tamiko guided the
younger girl to sit down before situating herself at the other end.
Once she was comfortable, Tamiko didn't hesitate to bring her knees up
and separate her legs, leaving Rose a clear view of the area between
her thighs.

Looking at Rose, Tamiko could see that she had gotten past the initial
stage of puberty: though they were still somewhat small, her breasts
had filled out to something close to their final shape. Each was about
the size of half an orange, and capped by a nickel-diameter areola
with a stereotypical pencil-diameter nipple sticking out of it
slightly. She had also started to develop the curves at waist and hip
that declared her femininity. Between her slender thighs, she had
started growing pubic hair; it couldn't have been more than a few
dozen fine hairs, and did nothing to conceal the skin underneath. All
in all, Rose made a cute, attractive little package, and Tamiko felt
herself get aroused at the idea of watching the younger girl getting
herself off.

For her part, Rose was eager to see what Tamiko had offered to show
her. She'd already seen the other girl naked, and was envious of
Tamiko's larger bust with its small dark areolas and long nipples, and
the narrow wedge of thick, dark pubic hair at the base of her belly.
Rose wasn't sure how she'd gotten lucky enough to have Tamiko as a
roommate, but was glad that she had: the other girl had smooth tawny
skin that was incredibly attractive, on top of how incredibly
beautiful she was, but she was as friendly and understanding as
anybody Rose had ever met. When she got close to where Tamiko was
sitting with her legs wide open, Rose could see the hood over her
clitoris had pulled back a little bit, revealing the small pearl of
flesh it protected. Farther down, it was easy to see that Tamiko's
inner lips were smaller than she'd expected, thin, and looked soft and
velvety. Between them, Tamiko was open enough for her to see that her
friend was still a virgin--something that caused her to once again
regret all that had happened to her.

Lowering her body to the bed got Rose's head close enough to Tamiko's
pelvis that the younger girl was able to detect the faint aroma
emanating from between Tamiko's thighs. While it was different than
her own smell, the difference wasn't all that much: slightly musky,
but still somehow pleasant. Looking closely, she realized that
Tamiko's vagina was already shiny with wetness. Returning her
attention to what she was supposed to be there for, Rose looked at
Tamiko's labia and mentally compared them to what she'd seen of her
own. It didn't take her long to realize that Tamiko's genitals didn't
look all that much different; still, she'd feel better after Tamiko
looked at her.

Satisfied with what she'd seen and learned, Rose sat up and was soon
mirroring Tamiko's position. Without either having to say anything,
Tamiko knew Rose wanted her to verify that her intimate appearance
(and development thus far) was normal. After shifting her position to
move closer, Tamiko was able to get the view she needed.

All of Rose's genitalia were readily visible, and Tamiko saw that
Rose's large clitoris was still mostly hidden under its hood. Below,
her inner lips were small and thin--and still somehow looking soft and
delicate, despite what had happened. Rose had opened herself as far as
possible, making it possible for Tamiko to see clearly that Rose's
hymen was indeed gone. Even so, Rose's pussy looked young and almost
virginal; that close, Tamiko could just make out the aroma of Rose's
unique scent, and found it fresh and tangy-sweet. She found her mouth
watering slightly in reaction, and wished that she could find out if
Rose's nectar was as tasty as it smelled. Not wanting to make the
younger girl any more nervous than necessary, Tamiko sat up again and
told her "Rose, you aren't any different between your legs than any
other girl I've ever seen. You've got all the right stuff, and it
looks like your boobs and hair and everything are growing the way
they're supposed to. I mean, you're fourteen, so all your stuff is
going to keep growing for a while. I kinda felt the same way when I
was your age, so I know, okay?"

Relieved more than she would admit, Rose nodded her head before saying
"Thanks, Tammy--a LOT."

Tamiko smiled that it was okay, and asked "How would you like us to do
this? I can watch you first, you can watch me first, or we can go
together. Any one of them is fine with me, so it's your choice."

Rose considered it for a moment, then answered "I guess together. I
think I'd be too nervous or embarrassed if it was just one of us."

Tamiko didn't bother saying anything in response; she just moved to
sit far enough away to ensure that she and Rose would be able to see
each other clearly without seeming to be too close. It was a matter of
just a few moments for her to mirror Rose's position, with her knees
up and legs spread, opening herself completely to the other girl's
view again. Figuring that she'd have to be the one to get things
going, Tamiko didn't hesitate to cup a breast in one of her hands
before slowly teasing its nipple. Rose did much the same, but a bit
more quickly, prompting Tamiko to observe "I like to take my time when
I'm making myself feel good. That way, I can let myself really feel
what it's like when I touch myself in different ways--and not just the
touching, but BEING touched, too."

Rose was more than willing to accept whatever advice Tamiko had for
her however it was presented, and readily complied with her roommate's
politely-phrased suggestion. Slowing down was easy enough, but it took
her a little bit to get the idea of not just feeling with her hand,
but with whatever the hand was touching. Once she did, though, it got
easier and easier for her to switch between the two perspectives and
enjoy both. Even that relatively small change was enough to increase
her pleasure considerably.

Even though she couldn't know how much, Tamiko had the strong
suspicion that her comment to Rose was working: as she watched the
younger girl softly caressing her developing bust, she could see
Rose's areolas had started to pucker a little bit, and that her
nipples were a trifle longer than they had been. Closing her eyes,
Tamiko let herself fully experience what she was doing to herself--the
feel of her warm, firm breast in her hand in parallel with the
sensation of having a hand ON her breast. It was a simple matter for
her to move her hand and adjust her touch to give herself the most
satisfaction from what she was doing.

Rose watched as Tamiko's nipples slowly erected from the crinkled
circles surrounding them; along with the visual cues she was getting,
Rose could also hear Tamiko's breathing change slightly in response to
her self-stimulation. Following the older girl's example, Rose closed
her eyes and let herself focus on what her sense of touch was telling
her: the feel of her hand being filled with the warm mass of flesh it
held while her fingertips told her about the differing textures and
densities of her breast and areola and nipple. In counterpoint, the
surface of her breast relayed the experience of being held by a cool
and soft hand, and the tender touches being administered by gentle
fingertips. It was a simple matter to build on the experience of being
able to appreciate both sensations in order to find out how to give
herself the most pleasure. When she heard a small, soft noise from
Tamiko, Rose opened her eyes to see that the girl opposite her hand
had progressed to using both hands on her breasts, and gotten more
involved in what she was doing to and with them. Closing her eyes
again, Rose once more followed Tamiko's example... and significantly
increased her arousal from what she was doing.

Tamiko opened her eyes to see how Rose was doing, and found it easy to
see that she was fine: the ends of both of Rose's breasts clearly
stood up and out; between her thighs, Rose's labia were noticeably
longer and darker, and the area between them starting to shine
slightly. The younger girl's obvious arousal excited Tamiko; knowing
that it was due in part to what SHE'D said and done excited her even
more. Quashing the desire to lean forward and get her face in the
other girl's crotch, Tamiko moved one of her hands down her body so
that it ended up between her parted thighs. Drawing the pad of one
finger across her virginal opening let her collect enough of her
juices to begin slowly and tenderly toying with her clitoris.

Rose was so focused on her hands on her breasts that when she heard a
soft noise, it took her a moment to realize that SHE hadn't made it.
When she looked over at Tamiko, she saw that Tamiko had a hand between
her legs and was doing things with her clitoris. Below that, Rose saw
that Tamiko's labia were longer and thicker than when she'd first seen
them--and that Tamiko's opening was visibly wet. When she moved her
gaze upwards, she was surprised to see that Tamiko's attention seemed
to be on her; a moment later, she realized that the older girl's eyes
were looking at the area between her legs, where she could feel that
she was already as excited as she'd ever been before. It took a few
moments for Rose to understand that Tamiko's obvious arousal was at
least partially in response to her own--that her roommate was excited
because SHE was. With that, Rose felt herself become even more
excited; when she looked down, she watched as Tamiko became more
visibly aroused, too.

Knowing that it would fan the flames of their lust, Rose moved to
gather some of her own oils before fingering her clitoris. As she
expected, her actions brought an increase to Tamiko's excitement--which
only added to her own increasing desires. Although she didn't have any
wish to actually DO anything with Tamiko, knowing that her friend was
getting excited because SHE was only added to the pleasure Rose was
feeling. Over the course of the next several minutes, as Rose tended
to her own increasing desires, she watched as Tamiko did the same.

Tamiko was watching closely as Rose's finger danced on and around her
erect clitoris when she heard the youngster release a small noise of
frustration. Dragging her eyes upward, the expression on Rose's face
told her everything she needed to know: Rose was close to having her
first-ever orgasm, but that there was something keeping it from
happening. Looking down again and watching Rose's finger moving,
Tamiko had a sudden insight and told her roommate "Rose, don't do what
you're used to, do what you want to happen."

Only a part of Rose's mind heard what Tamiko said--but that was enough.
As though a light had suddenly come on, she realized that she'd always
touched herself the way her brother had... not the way she'd wished he
would. It was only a moment before she was touching herself with more
gentleness and patience--and but a moment after that before the
sensations she was experiencing became EVER so much more pleasant and
satisfying. A couple of minutes more of feeling the pleasure building
up in her, and she found her release. Her cry of pleasure was cut off
by the sudden freezing of her body with the first wave of pleasure of
an intensity she'd never suspected; before she could draw a breath,
she was overwhelmed by a second, then third. After she managed to
gasp, then draw in a deep breath, she was hit with a series of
progressively smaller spasms that finally left her gasping.

The sight of Rose going through her first ever orgasm was enough to
trigger Tamiko's climax. It didn't hit her as hard as Rose's, which
meant that she recovered from it before the younger girl. So when Rose
looked like she was about to fall over afterwards, Tamiko was able to
provide some support for her young friend, and guide her down to lay
on the bed, where she put her arms around the younger girl.

When Rose had gotten enough of her senses and breathing back, she
opened her eyes and looked into Tamiko's face as she said "I always
thought that orgasms must be pretty good, from the way I heard other
girls say, and what I read--but I never thought they'd be anything like
that!"

Grinning, Tamiko said "Yeah. It's like that for all of us, the first
time. You'll remember that one 'cause it was your first, but now that
you've had one, they'll get better and easier."

Somewhat stunned by the idea that she could experience anything even
better than what she'd just been through, Rose could only lay there
for several seconds before asking "How... how did you know that I wasn't
touching myself right? That I was doing things the way my brother used
to?"

"It wasn't just one thing, it was several--it looked like you were
going faster than I've seen, and doing it a little harder, and it just
didn't look, you know, right, somehow. And I didn't KNOW, I just
suspected, and said something."

Somewhat ashamedly, Rose told her "My brother always used to touch me
before he got on me, and that was how he did it. I guess I figured
that because he was older and a guy, he knew what he was supposed to
do to get me ready. He did stuff to me so often that I completely
forgot about what I WANTED him to do different, in the beginning, and
only remembered what he DID--until you reminded me. That's when it
really started feeling good, and, well... you know."

Tamiko laughed briefly before answering "Yeah, I know. Watching it
happen made me have MY orgasm, too!"

"Really?", Rose wanted to know. "I, uh, I could see that what I was
doing was making you excited, and that made me feel even MORE excited,
but I didn't figure that you'd feel like that, too."

Hugging the girl in her arms, Tamiko answered "Well, I did. And do.
And will. You know I'm a virgin, but that doesn't mean that I don't
know or feel anything. I'm waiting until I find the right guy, is all;
until then, I do stuff with other girls. You didn't like what your
brother was doing to you, but now you're okay with taking care of
yourself; maybe you can find out if you can feel good with another
girl, sometime. If you do, I'd be glad to help; if you don't, that's
up to you--I'm not going to try to push you into doing anything you
don't want, okay?"

Realizing how safe and comfortable she was in Tamiko's embrace, and
remembering that she'd just had her first orgasm due in large part to
Tamiko's assistance, Rose wasn't anywhere near as put off by the idea
of doing things with another girl as she had been; but she was still
some ways away from embracing the idea, too. That was what prompted
her to answer "I know you wouldn't do that, Tammy. You've already seen
me naked plenty of times, and you haven't said or done anything to
make me feel bad or anything. I think maybe I'd like to try it
sometime... just not yet, is all."

Tamiko gave Rose another hug before answering "Of course, Rose."

The two of them continued to lay there for quite some time, talking
about a number of different things before getting up and taking a
brief shower together.

Margo had become something of a minor celebrity in the group of girls
that she was friends with as a result of her ability and willingness
to help them with whatever computer problems they were having, and her
ability to explain computer jibberish in terms that helped them
understand what was going on. She knew that they all though she was a
bit nerdy, but not enough to concern themselves about it. They were
perfectly willing to leave her to herself when she said there was
something she needed or wanted to do with the one in her room; that
attitude was greatly enhanced by her willingness to spent time with
another one or two girls for some mutual fun.

The downside to that was that she drew the attentions of a few of the
staff, who spent no small amount of time and effort trying to find
ways of enticing or coercing her into becoming involved with THEM.

Worse still was that she somehow came to the attention of Tom, who
quietly sent word out to the staff that he wanted to know the minute,
the second, any one of them had anything on her or trouble with her.
Somehow, she was able to evade the few little traps that different
people tried to set for her, much to everyone's disappointment.

The only consequence anyone could discern was that she seemed to spend
a bit more time alone on the computer in her room. There were some
efforts made to learn what she was doing, but nothing came of them.

It was shortly after New Years, and the girls at the Academy were
celebrating a school holiday that coincided with a particularly nice
winter day. Most of them were outside enjoying unseasonably nice
weather, which meant that nobody noticed when several of them gathered
in one of the rooms.

Inside that room, Ellen asked "Are you ready, Trisha?"

Sitting on one of the beds, Trisha wasn't sure she was--or that she
ever would be, truth be told. But if she wanted to get into the "in"
crowd and get a better job at the Academy, this was what she had to
do, so she answered "Sure. Let's go!"

Smiling to herself, Ellen opened her purse and pulled out something
that Trisha did NOT want to see: a LARGE double-ended dildo. Handing
it to the girl on the bed, Ellen told her "Remember, one end goes in
you. Then you have to use what's left over to get the rest of us off
by fucking us with it without using your hands--just your cunt. You can
quit any time you want, but if it's before you make all of us cum,
you're not in. You're welcome have however many orgasms you can... as
long as you can finish US. Got it?"

With her eyes locked on the toy in her hands, Trisha nodded as she
answered "Yeah, I got it."

Accepting the tube of lubricant Ellen offered her, Trisha set it and
the dildo on the bed before standing up and beginning to undress. As
she did, she revealed to the others in the room that although she had
a somewhat smallish bust, her breasts were flawless: generally
conical, each was capped with a rose-pink areola that was only
marginally larger than her pencil-diameter nipples. When she got far
enough to let her panties slide down her legs to the floor, she
revealed that she shaved her mons completely; in the gap between her
thighs, the edges of her labia were slightly visible. Once naked, she
stretched out on the bed before spreading her legs and picking up the
dildo and lubricant. Squirting a dollop of the lube on one end of the
dildo, Trisha spread it around before positioning it against her
opening.

Relaxing herself as much as she could, she began trying to feed the
end of the thing into her vagina; with it being over two and a half
inches across, it didn't go in quickly--or easily. But by going slowly
and using nearly all of her strength, she managed to cram more and
more of it through her portal. Once she got as much of it as she could
into her over-stuffed cunt, she took some time to let herself get used
to being so thoroughly filled before announcing "Okay, I think I'm
ready."

Trisha watched as Ellen was the first to take of her clothes. When she
was naked, Trisha saw that Ellen's bust was about as average as it
could be in size, though Ellen's areolas had to be as big around as
the dildo now filling her pussy, and sporting nipples that were
incredibly thick. When Ellen got onto the bed with her, Trisha got to
see that Ellen's labia were long and thick, their edges looking
wrinkled and dry. They also gaped quite a bit; the reason why was
revealed when Ellen took the other end of the dildo and easily fitted
the head of it into her pussy, revealing just how loose she was
inside. After getting her legs arranged, Ellen was able to scoot
herself toward Trisha, taking more and more of the massive fake cock
into her pussy; she stopped only when she'd taken well over half its
length (which HAD to be a couple of feet, Trisha was sure) inside.
Ellen's nipples were visible erect when she told Trisha "Okay, honey...
make me cum!"

That was when Trisha realized that she'd made a mistake using the lube
to get the plastic penis into her pussy: with the added lubrication
from the tube Ellen had provided, there wasn't anything to keep the
dildo from remaining where it was while she tried to move it, meaning
that she was essentially fucking herself with it. Desperate to find a
way of getting the others to climax without having too many orgasms
herself, Trisha hurriedly tried to see if she could gain enough
control over her internal muscles to let her get some kind of grip on
the damn dildo so that IT moved, instead of just her. A look of
impatience crossed Ellen's face, forcing Trisha to start trying to
move the plastic mass extending from her pussy anyway. She finally
managed to get it to move, but only when she'd impaled herself far
enough on it that it felt like it was pressing against the back of her
throat. Still, it was enough to convince Ellen that she was trying,
and that was all that she needed while she simultaneously tried to
keep the plastic phallus moving AND learn to grip it with her pussy
muscles.

After several minutes, Trisha realized that the dildo was moving with
her more than she was moving herself ON it; she couldn't help thinking
that that was as much due to her pussy absorbing the lube as it was
her ability to grasp the damn thing. But whatever the actual reason,
she was able to rock herself back and forth enough to slide the dildo
in and out of Ellen's channel better and better. She knew it was
working because she could see Ellen's juices on the dildo when enough
of it slid out of the other woman. Even so, Trisha could feel the
massive staff still moving slightly in her own pussy, which had gotten
used to its presence--and having something so huge and filling moving
inside her even that little bit wasn't a bad sensation to experience
at all.

Trying to control the rising tide of lust building in her, Trisha
continued to slide the artificial cock in and out of Ellen's wet and
gaping hole while she watched the woman's increasing pleasure and
arousal until, finally, Ellen let out a loud cry just ahead of her
body almost convulsing as she orgasmed... while Trisha felt an almost
vengeful satisfaction as she continued fucking the other woman with
their shared toy, knowing that she was prolonging and intensifying
Ellen's experience, and hoping that it was more than the other woman
could bear.

Trisha felt no small satisfaction when she heard Ellen tell her
"Enough! God, enough, already! I need to get off this thing before you
kill me with it!"

Reluctantly holding still, Trisha watched as Ellen carefully and
slowly eased herself off of the other end of the dildo before moving
to stand on visibly unstable legs. Looking down at her, Ellen said
"Too bad it took you so long to want to join in, Trish--I could have
used an orgasm like that WEEKS ago!", with a shaky laugh. Turning to
the rest of the girls in the room, Ellen announced "Whoever's next,
climb aboard... you're gonna LOVE it!"

Several moments later, another girl moved close to the bed before
starting to undress. Trisha recognized her as one of Ellen's bunch:
Denise, a statuesque blond that liked to use whatever authority she
had to its fullest. It didn't take but a minute or so for Denise to
shed her clothing, and display her ample assets. On her medium frame,
Denise's C-cup breasts looked even larger than they were; at the peak
of each she had roughly inch-diameter light brown areolas surrounding
nipples that were as thick as large crayons. Slightly overweight,
Denise was more rounded than most of the other girls, and sported a
large swathe of dark brown pubic hair covering her mons. When she got
onto the bed and had positioned herself at the other end of the dildo,
Trisha saw that Denise's labia were about average in length but
appreciably thicker than any she'd seen before. When the other girl
spread her legs and moved to get the end of the oversized cock against
her opening, Trisha saw that she was already surprisingly wet
inside--and looked big enough to take the phallus easily. That proved
to be the case when the other girl was able to slide herself nearly
halfway down it with only a single pause.

When she was ready, Denise told Trisha "Let's go, sweetcheeks. You're
gonna have to be pretty good with this thing to make ME cum with it!"

Even though Trisha had initially been concerned about her ability to
have the desired effect, Denise's words only gave her the resolve to
make it happen--and in spades, if she could possibly manage it. Still,
she just gave her opposite number a sweet smile before answering
"Well, let's see what I can do, then."

At first, Trisha was tempted to use the dildo to fuck the other girl
the way she'd like, then realized that was exactly the wrong tack to
take. Clearly, Denise wasn't interested in gentle, leisurely
lovemaking--what she seemed to want was just to be fucked... most likely
hard and fast. It took a few moments, but Trisha figured out how to
make that happen.

After getting her legs rearranged, Trisha was able to lift her hips up
off the bed; as she'd expected, that gave her the freedom to move the
way she wanted. With a fast, sudden movement, she managed to slide the
opposite end of the dildo almost all the way out of Denise's pussy
before just as quickly pushing it back in again, followed by Denise's
clear gasp of pleasure. Knowing that her plan would work, Trisha went
about using the double-ended phallus joining her to Denise to fuck the
other girl as hard and fast as she could. As she did, she could also
feel it moving in her, too, and had to set aside her own rising
desires as best she could in favor of trying to satisfy (if not
overwhelm) her opposite number.

After several minutes, Trisha realized that Denise's arousal was
increasing only marginally faster than her own energy expenditures.
Trying to find a way to increase the difference, Trisha began trying
different things to see if they were either easier on her or more
effective on Denise, and eventually found one: by lifting her hips a
little higher, she was able to change the angle that she was pushing
the dildo into Denise so that the dildo dragged a little more at the
top of Denise's vaginal opening when it went in. In turn, that pulled
the flesh enough to add more pressure against Denise's clitoris and
stimulated her even more.

The change in angle applied pressure to the inside of Trisha's vagina
in a different spot, as well, and she felt her desire increasing even
faster. The only thing that kept her from enjoying it more was that
the pace and force of her thrusts into Denise were a lot more than she
was comfortable with; that turned out to be the ONLY thing that
allowed her to continue her efforts hard enough and for long enough to
witness Denise's fall into a climax--which allowed her to stop her
movements and try to get her breath back and regain some of her
energy.

After Denise had gotten herself unimpaled and shakily moved off to the
side, a girl Trisha didn't know was the next to lay down. When Trisha
saw how young and small her new partner was, she told her "You'll want
some of this lube if you're going to get this thing inside. Trust me."

The other girl added some of the lubricant to the mixture of Ellen's
and Denise's secretions, and after a bit of trouble, managed to get
the end of the shared shaft embedded in her womanhood and then deeper
inside herself.

Trisha's suggestion hadn't been entirely altruistic: in addition to
making it possible (just barely, she judged) for her new partner to
get the dildo in, the added lube meant that it would be easier for
Trisha to move it in the other girl, and get her off that much sooner.
So when she heard the words "I'm ready whenever you are...", Trisha was
ready and able to begin using her artificial manhood to fuck the other
easily. To conserve her strength, Trisha was taking her time by moving
the plastic cock in a slow, steady rhythm--one that the other found
quite satisfying, judging by the sounds she started making after just
a couple of minutes. It also felt pretty good to Trisha, too: she was
well-adjusted to the size of the monster filling her pussy, and she
was wet enough that her languorous movements had it moving just enough
to let her enjoy the motion of it tremendously.

As the time passed, it became clear to Trisha that she was going to
have her own orgasm, as well as giving one to the girl sharing the
dildo with her. Mindful of what she was going through all of that for,
she did what she could to slow her own release while continuing to
pleasure her partner. Several minutes later, she was relieved to hear
the other girl gasp with the start of a climax; it meant that she
could give herself over to the pressures that had been building up in
herself. A moment later, she felt the dildo in her pussy start to
press farther into her, and it took a moment for her to understand
that the muscles in the other girl's vagina were trying to push the
dildo out--and into her. Between how incredibly full she felt, and all
the stimulation she'd received up to that point, all it took was the
addition of feeling the artificial manhood trying to sink even deeper
into her to push Trisha into her own orgasm.

When it was over, Trisha had time to get her breath and senses back
before she felt someone moving on the bed with her. Lifting her head,
she was surprised to see that her last partner was only then able to
get herself free of the instrument of her satisfaction, and then off
the bed.

After that, Trisha had only four more girls to satisfy, which she did.
She didn't remember a lot of the details because her orgasm had cost
her a lot of her ability to limit how much the dildo moved in HER.
That led to her getting aroused faster and more easily than she had
with the first three, with the consequence of her going through three
more orgasms--but only after she'd first satisfied whatever girl was at
the other end of the shaft connecting them. She wasn't entirely sure
who it was that pulled the dildo out of her, but there was absolutely
no mistaking its absence: not only could she feel a draft in a place
she'd never expected to, she couldn't help wondering if her pussy
would ever shrink back to normal again. As far as she was concerned,
the most telling aspect of how large the toy had been was how loose
she felt inside once it was gone.

When she was finally able to sit up, Trisha saw that Ellen was dressed
again. As the older woman looked down at her, Trisha heard her say "I
never would have thought it was possible, but you did it: you not only
took my little toy here, but were able to get all of us off with
it--even though it was pretty close with the last one. Okay, Trish,
you're in. I'll have you a new job in just a couple of days, and from
here on out, we all watch out for each other... including you."

Exhausted from her efforts (and her orgasms), all Trisha could do was
nod her head in understanding before Ellen turned and left the room.
Over the next few minutes, the rest of the girls made their own exits,
though the last couple of them had to get dressed first.

Alone in her room, Trisha began quietly crying--both in relief that it
was over and that she'd gotten what she wanted, and shame at having
done it. After she'd cried herself out, she morosely made her way into
the bathroom to clean up, knowing that the stain on her soul and in
her mind wouldn't be removed as easily as the stench from her body.

The school year had ended a few days earlier, and Margo was sitting
outside enjoying her relative freedom when she saw a car she
recognized as Mrs. Fields' coming up the driveway.

As expected, it stopped in front of the offices, and Margo wasn't
surprised to see a girl get out. What did surprise her was the
apparent age of the newcomer: Margo was close enough to see that Mrs.
Fields' passenger couldn't be much over twelve years old, though she
was obviously already starting to enter puberty.

The two of them went in, and Margo continued to wait where she was so
she could see if the girl would be leaving again. A little while
later, she watched as the girl and Mrs. Fields came out, and was
dismayed when she saw the youngster collect a battered suitcase from
the trunk of Mrs. Fields' car. A moment later, she got up and went
inside to her room, where she got onto the computer and began working
on it rapidly--despite the fact that Isabelle and Louise had gone off
to do some shopping at a mall, and wouldn't be back for quite a while.

It wasn't a matter of but a couple of days before everybody knew the
story about the latest girl to arrive: her name was Betty Goss, and
she was the youngest that have ever been accepted at the Academy, just
a couple of months short of her thirteenth birthday. The only child of
a single mother, she'd been taken by the police after her mother had
tried to pimp her out to men in exchange for crack. Fortunately, the
cops had learned of what was going on before anything had actually
happened and set up a sting. In the ensuing investigation, they found
out that the mother had abused the girl almost from birth: there were
multiple records at each of the different hospitals in town for such
things as dislocated shoulders, broken arms or legs, a concussion
once, and a wide variety of "bumps", bruises, and other relatively
minor injuries. The only bright spot (and it was a small, dim one at
that) in the whole deal was that nothing crippling or disfiguring had
ever happened (according to the girl that she shared a room with).

On top of the physical abuse she'd suffered, Betty had also been the
target of what amounted to emotional and mental torture as well. The
end result was that she almost never spoke (even then it was seldom
more than a word or two), would readily comply with virtually any
instructions she was given, and did her best to become and remain as
nearly invisible as she could: if not watched, she'd slowly ease her
way to a corner or behind a piece of furniture, then sit down and
remain all but motionless. Virtually everyone that saw her thought she
was amazingly attractive, particularly with her blonde hair and
incredibly blue eyes; with her physical appearance being so at odds
with her personality, she was often referred to as the Living Barbie
with considerable sympathy by most.

Margo and a few others got loosely organized and took it upon
themselves to try and help Betty; whenever possible, one of them was
with her, trying as gently as they could to draw her out and show her
something at least approximating a real life. They kept at it for
several weeks without the slightest sign of success before they got an
idea of why they weren't making any progress: one of their number was
looking to take Betty outside for a little walk when she found the
girl in one of the storage rooms--stark naked, while one of the "in"
girls had a hand between Betty's thighs and the other on one of her
breasts. The resulting shout had drawn a large crowd of residents, the
vast majority of whom were outraged by what they saw. The first thing
to happen was that Betty was quickly re-dressed and taken out of the
room so one of her caretakers could try to explain to her that what
had been happening wasn't right, wasn't her fault, and that MOST of
them were actually trying to take care of her.

Back in the storeroom, the girl that had been doing the molesting was
facing a crowd of extremely irate girls that gave every indication of
being perfectly willing to tear her apart and flush the pieces down a
commode. It was only through the intervention of a surprisingly
composed Margo that kept the offender alive and in one piece; it was
explained to her that if anything like that ever happened again by
anyone--even staff!--then that person would find themselves in the last
situation they'd ever want to be in. Looking around at the faces of
the others in the room, the girl understood perfectly well what was
meant and there was no doubting her seriousness or sincerity when she
said that it wouldn't happen again... that she'd make SURE her friends
knew that Betty wasn't to be bothered in ANY way. When she was finally
allowed to leave, she was terrified that she wouldn't make it out of
the room, and remained in fear for her life for days afterwards.

As a result of that incident, nearly all of the girls that weren't an
active part of the power structure kept a weather eye on where Betty
was, with who, and what they were doing. Margo also became the de
facto leader of the core group.

When Tom had been approached about accepting Betty at the Academy,
he'd been leery: hearing her age and all that had happened to her made
him initially reluctant to accept her, but he'd allowed Mrs. Fields to
bring her in. Once he saw how lovely she was and learned how silent
and compliant she was, his reservations disappeared. As far as he was
concerned, she was the perfect subject for his predeliction for
younger girls: he figured he could do anything he wanted to with her
and never have to worry about her saying a word to anyone. That she
had to be told to do almost everything was actually a plus to him; he
fully expected he could train her to show the little bit of initiative
he needed from her.

He'd accepted her after calling his secretary in as an additional
witness that he had, indeed, read and explained the rules and other
folderol to her before all three adults countersigned the paperwork
after she'd done so.

It only took having her there for a few days for him to figure out
that if she was left to her own, she invariably found her way back to
her room, where she was apparently content to simply huddle on her
bed. She was able handle such things as going to meals, showering, and
taking care of whatever other things she had to do; but otherwise, she
was more than likely to be found on her bed.

As he'd expected, several of the more soft-hearted girls took it upon
themselves to try and "take care of" her-- getting her to go outside
and sit with them, taking her on walks around the grounds, and
generally trying to get her socialized.

He'd known that as young as she was, and with her history, Betty would
be the focus of attention for quite a while. While that was the case,
he wasn't about to start anything with the child out of concern for
drawing the wrong kinds of attention. Instead, he was content to wait
until things had settled into more of a routine before putting her to
use satisfying his desires. Until then, he could content himself with
Laura and the twins... both of whom were quite agreeable to letting him
make use of any of their openings when they weren't busy with each
other for his entertainment.

Shortly before Thanksgiving, Margo was sitting in one of the study
rooms with Betty as the two of them did their homework on Friday
evening.

Looking at the youngster as she studied one of her books, Margo
couldn't help but wonder at the changes she and the others were
starting to see.

Although she still tended to drift back to her room if left alone,
that didn't happen anywhere near as soon or as quickly as it had when
she'd first arrived; there were actually times when one of them would
find her sitting quietly in one of the study rooms or outside, even.
Also, all of them had reported seeing the girl smile (at least a
brief, small one) at different times. Although she still wasn't
able/willing to speak to anyone in anything resembling an actual
conversation, she was much more likely to answer questions or respond
to things that were said to her. Finally, all of them had noticed that
she looked like she was starting to relax a little bit; her face had
lost much of the tight blandness she'd exhibited, and her eyes didn't
show the same wariness they'd first had.

While Margo was watching her, Betty happend to raise her head and look
at her; Margo smiled that everything was fine, only to be amazed when
Betty returned it with a full smile of her own.

The sight of Betty's first honest, open and complete emotional
response to something was almost more than Margo could bear.
Thankfully, Betty turned her attention back to her schoolbook before
she could see the tears of happiness that Margo could feel filling her
eyes. Somehow managing to blink them back before she could upset the
other girl, Margo faced her own schoolwork... though her heart was full
of joy and her mind occupied by what she'd just witnessed.

Both girls were nearly done with their homework when one of the junior
members of the "in" group came in. Both of them looked at her blankly,
making her nervous enough that she stammered "T... Tom wants to see Li...
Betty tomorrow at noon."

Knowing that Betty wouldn't say anything, Margo answered "Okay, she'll
be there."

Having delivered the message, the girl was happy to make her escape;
she thought Betty was kind of creepy, and Margo flat-out scared her
for reasons that she couldn't (didn't dare) pin down.

Seeing that Betty was looking at her, Margo smiled and told her "Don't
worry, it's nothing serious. Probably just something he didn't have
time to tell you today, or something like that. It'll be okay... you'll
see."

Despite her calm demeanor and reassuring words, Margo knew that having
Tom wanting Betty in his office on a weekend was anything BUT
innocent. But she wasn't going to frighten or upset the girl; and
nothing WAS going to happen if she had anything to do with it!

Comforted by what Margo had said, Betty told her "Okay, Margo", one of
the longer utterances she'd made that day.

When they were both done, Margo walked Betty to her room before going
to her own. Once there, she quickly got on the computer. She stayed
busy on it until well after Isabelle got back; absently, but politely,
brushing off the other's inquiry about what she was doing.

It was nearly midnight before Margo finished with what she was doing
on the computer and went to bed.

After breakfast the next morning, Margo was on the computer again, and
went through several periods of activity before shutting it down
around mid-morning. For the next hour and a half, she wandered the
buildings and grounds of the Academy, unable to sit in one place very
long while everyone that looked at her wondered what was going on with
her; a few of them even wondered if she hadn't just learned she was
pregnant.

She was waiting outside the building when Betty showed up for her
appointment with Tom; Margo pulled the younger girl into a hug before
telling her "Don't worry, sweetheart, everything's going to be okay",
and releasing her. Betty looked up at her in open curiosity as she
replied "I know, Margo."

Once Betty was inside, Margo hurried to the front of the building,
where she paced nervously until she saw a car coming up the drive.
Shortly after it stopped in front of her, she saw a couple of police
cars coming, as well. When all of the people in the cars had gotten
out, she told them "We don't have a lot of time. I need you to come
with me right now and stop something bad from happening; then I'll be
glad to tell you anything you want to know."

The two men from the first car and the cops all looked at each other
before one of the men decided that the urgency in her voice counted
for more than her obvious youth, and told her "Okay, lead the way."

Opening the door, Margo led them back to the door to Tom's office
after raising a finger to her lips to signal them to stay quiet.
Softly taking the handle to his door in her hand, she carefully turned
it until she could feel the door start to move; with a firm push, she
flung the door open to reveal Tom sitting in his chair with a topless
Betty standing in front of him. Margo was the first to move, calmly
walking to stand next to the younger girl before gently turning the
youngster to face her. She took the blouse Betty had been wearing off
of Tom's desk and gently got it back on the youngster and fastened.
That done, she pointed Betty toward the door and gave her a soft nudge
as she said "Go on outside, honey... all the way out the building, and
wait for me, okay? I'll be right there."

Betty made her way through the men that had followed Margo in, and was
soon out of sight. Before anyone in the room could move, Margo turned
and slapped Tom with everything she could hit him with--enough to knock
him completely out of his chair. As he looked up at her from the
floor, she knew he could hear the rage in her voice as she told him
"You sick, disgusting, miserable excuse for a human being! After
everything she's been through... now that she's finally starting to open
up and become human and not the Living Barbie she came here as... you
were just going to fuck her again. Not just her body, though that's
bad enough, but you were going to fuck everything else about her,
too--her heart, her mind, even her soul, damn you! Well, that isn't
gonna happen, now, 'cause where you're going, you're gonna find out
what it was like for all the girls that you've fucked and fucked over.
You're going to jail, asshole, and you're gonna find out what it's
like to be the fuckee for a change!"

As she was finishing up, one of the men gestured to one of the cops,
who came forward while pulling out handcuffs. When he gestured, Tom
reluctantly got up and turned around before putting his hands behind
his back. Once he was cuffed, the cop pulled a little card out and
began reading from it: "You have the right to remain silent..."

The two men, plainclothes cops, gestured for Margo to follow them.
Once they were outside, Margo quickly made sure Betty was okay, and
held the girl in front of her.

The two plainclothes men introduced themselves as Detectives Robins
and Miller before Robins asked "I'm guessing you're the one that
contacted us last night? And has been sending us little... teasers?"

Margo said that she was, and added "I'm sorry it was so late, but that
was the first chance I had after I learned that he wanted to see this
one today."

Miller wanted to know "Where did you get the video you sent us, and
HOW did you get it?"

"I got it off the computer systems here. I, uh, I'm kind of a computer geek."

"You just said you're a computer geek--not how you got the video. You
wanna answer the question I asked? Look, what you sent us... it's big.
And if you can give us as much as you said you can, it's even bigger.
For all that, we aren't going to be too, uh, fussy about it, okay?"

Taking a deep breath, Margo answered "I ended up here because I got
kicked out of school for finding a way to get into their computer
systems. Not just the one school, but the whole school system, I mean.
So when I got here and saw how much computer stuff they have, and how
new and everything it was when everyplace else is having to use
antique junk... I got kinda curious about WHY. So I, um, kinda bypassed
the way the computer in my room normally boots: instead of letting it
boot off the hard drive, I used my own flash disk"--seeing their looks
of confusion, she explained "thumb drive"--"to boot into Unix. I
started looking around on the computer itself, and it was pretty easy
to see that they had already installed a bunch of stuff so that
somebody could keep track of what everybody was using their computer
for. I mean, they could see what emails were being written, who was
doing what for school, where people were going on the Internet, pretty
much everything anybody did. So I stuck some of my own stuff in there
so they could only see the things that I wanted them to, and started
trying to find out what else was going on, just to see if I needed to
cover my ass."

Just then, another cop car pulled up. The uniformed officer driving it
got out, and then let out a skinny guy that was handcuffed, who he
brought over to the two detectives.

Margo continued then, saying "It didn't take long to see that they had
the whole place tied together. It was a nice piece of work, actually.
Except that I also found that there was a pretty big chunk of their
network that they had blocked off, and that made me REALLY curious,
since nothing else seemed to be off limits. So I started trying to
find out what was so important that they had to keep everybody out of
it."

That was when the skinny guy spoke up, smugly telling her "Yeah, good
luck with that one, Miss Smartypants!"

Margo looked at him and asked "You're his computer guru?"

The man answered "Yeah, I am. Freddie Jenkins, if you must know",
superciliously.

Margo then scathingly told him "Well, Freddie, just because you're
smarter than everybody you know, it doesn't mean that you're smarter
than EVERYBODY. Matter of fact, you're kind of a dumbass. You did okay
on your firewall and everything, but you weren't applying the firmware
patches like you should have. Once I got the make and model of your
switch hardware, I was able to use an older exploit to get inside and
change the settings; after that, the rest of your network was mine."

Crestfallen, Freddie could only look on as she continued "Anyway, once
I got into the rest of the network, it wasn't hard to figure out what
was going on. Freddie the genius, here, didn't bother to do anything
to disguise what was going on. I mean, when I saw stuff like
'Room412cam1', it was pretty obvious what it was for. The same thing
goes for the garbage they kept--you know, vids of what girls were doing
by themselves, and that sort of stuff. The dumbasses didn't do
ANYTHING to keep anyone else out; no encryption, no passwords,
nothing. They just trusted that the one big firewall they set up was
enough. Hell, even I know better than that!"

After taking another breath, Margo went on "The only thing I wasn't
sure of at first was whether or not anybody was paying attention to
how much bandwidth they were using, or checking log files like the
should have. That's why the first few files I sent you were so short,
'cause I didn't want to risk doing too much. After a while, though I
figured out that they weren't doing even half the stuff they should
have been, and that's when I started sending you more and bigger
files. I obviously couldn't know anything about the stuff that they
actually talked about, but most of the time they'd end up emailing
each other about it afterwards, and THAT I was able to siphon off
copies of. Another thing they fucked up on was Tom's office computer.
If I had to guess, I'd say that Freddie, here, figured Tom had enough
sense to actually empty his email trash, while Tom figured that
Freddie had taken care of getting rid of any computer evidence FOR
him. The end result was that everything Tom did in getting this place
wired like a secret agent's wet dream kept getting shuttled back and
forth between Tom's computer and their automatic backup-and-restore
system. The dumbshits had every antivirus and antispyware program
known to man, and fucked up on something as simple as actually
emptying the trash. So you should be able to figure out who knew what
was happening, and when."

"We do", Robins answered, as several more cop cars pulled into the
driveway. He nodded toward them and told her "Those are for the rest
of the folks that'll be going with us." A moment later, he added "What
I'm not sure of is why you sent us so much evidence, and why you
waited until today of all times to have us come out here."

"I told you, I got kicked out of school for hacking the district's
systems, so I wasn't real wild about the idea of you knowing how I got
this stuff, okay? Second, I'm not a cop or anything, so I just figured
that sending stuff over a longer period of time counted for more than
a bunch of stuff all at once. Besides that, most of us are here 'cause
we fucked up in one way or another... even me; so I've gotta think that
whatever happened here was at least partly our own fault. Not that we
asked for it, or anything like that, just that it's... karma, kind of.
As for why now, today... this is her, right in front of me. If you don't
already know what the deal is with her, I reckon you will before long.
Let's just say that when I found out last night that Tom wanted to see
her today, I decided I wasn't going to let him mess her up like he has
so many other girls here."

"And if we hadn't shown up for some reason?", Miller asked.

She looked him right in the eyes, and he felt a chill go down his back
when she answered "He'd have had to kill me before he got to her."

Robins coughed to break the silence before telling Margo "After what
we saw when you opened the door, and with all the video and
documentation you sent us, there isn't a chance in hell that he's
going anywhere but prison--and for a good, long time. The other folks,
his computer guy, here, and the others... they're looking at some hard
time, too, and plenty of it. It looked to me like there were a FEW
people that didn't actually know or have any reason to suspect that
they were doing anything that was going to be used illegally, and
they'll be okay. Now if you and this young lady will come with us down
to the station, we can get your official statements. Once that's done,
we'll bring you back here; while we're gone, the city and county will
be sending some people here to look after things, instead of us having
to take all of you out of perfectly good rooms and beds and trying to
find someplace to keep you. I can't promise it, of course, but that's
probably how things'll run for a while, until somebody comes up with
something better--which I don't think they will. You've got everything
you need here, there just needs to be somebody around that won't use
the situation to their advantage. Anyway, could you come with us?"

With Betty holding tight to Margo's hand, the two girls took seats in
the back of the car. It was several hours later when a regular
uniformed officer took them back to the Academy, where they saw
another police car parked crosswise in the driveway, blocking it. Once
they were on the grounds, they were quickly discovered and escorted by
social workers to the residence building and then to their rooms.

Margo found Isabelle and Louise both waiting for her, and the two of
them nearly smothered her in hugs and kisses as they told her how
happy and proud they were for what she'd done, interspersed with
admonishments for not letting them know she was some kind of computer
genius.

It was past midnight before she got finished telling them all she'd
done and everything that had happened, and the three of them called it
a night. It was even later before Margo was able to get to sleep.

It took only a few days for things to get into a routine again. The
assorted social workers decided to see how much the girls could manage
on their own, and take their cue from that. They were pleasantly
surprised when the Academy residents stepped up to do what they knew
they needed to (some of them for the first time in their lives) with
the vast majority of the "regular" staff gone to jail. The ones that
had been part of the "in" crowd worked harder and were more
cooperative than most... whether that was from guilty consciences or
hopes that the others would forget.

Even so, there were still several girls that were taken away for
questioning never to return.

In the weeks that followed, all of the video cameras in the rooms were
removed and the wiring for them disabled through the simple expedient
of cutting several sections out of it at various points. Any of the
computer equipment related to Tom's illicit hobby was seized as
evidence, while the rest of it was meticulously examined to ensure it
was "clean" before being returned to service. Although Margo was
called in to amplify on her official statement, there was never even
so much as a hint or suggestion that she was in any kind of trouble
for her activities; indeed, all she ever received was thanks and
congratulations.

All of the girls that had been subjected to Tom's attentions received
treatment and counseling, and eventually came to understand that they
weren't at fault for what they'd undergone at his hands.

The funds from Tom's patents were seized, and under VERY careful
oversight, financial arrangements were made to ensure that the
newly-named Girls Academy could continue to function well into the
future; a Board of Directors was created, and with input from elected
representatives of the residents, oversaw the operation of the
facility.

Tom was ultimately sent to spend the rest of his life behind
bars--where he did, indeed, learn what it was like to be the victim of
someone else's abuse. The worst of the staff were also sent off to
spend varying amounts of time in prison, and found themselves subject
to the public's low opinion once they got out. Even those that weren't
charged with crimes found it necessary to find a different place to
live... the farther away, the better.

Betty benefitted from having her request to room with Margo granted.
Margo proved to be the stable, affectionate linchpin she needed to
open up to her counsellor, and regain control of her life. Once she
was able to purge herself of some of the bad experiences she'd gone
through, Betty's recovery was just short of miraculous.

Margo graduated high school, and went on to college, where she
graduated summa cum laude with a computer science degree that got her
into a well-paying job that she enjoyed.

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