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 ï>¿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 sautÃ(C) 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.