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   Dee Does MS 8 By peregrinf

   Judy looked at me with those exotic, dark, almond eyes -- we were just
about opposite each other in the circle.  It was like telepathy or
something.  Grinning, she reached out to the cluster of toys, and pulled
out what she'd seen me fondling earlier.

   "I dare you to let me shove this butt plug right up your skinny little
ass!"

   That garnered a chorus of gasps, mine included.

   Oh shit!  That delightfully wicked bitch!  Shit, shit, shit!  She'd read
my mind.  The moment I'd figured out it was a butt plug I'd remembered the
rectal exam by Dr.  Smathers.  I'd known I wanted to try it, and she must
have seen it in my eyes, or in the way I'd run my hands over it.  She
wasn't even going to let me do it to myself, she was going to do it to me.

   "And keep it there until I take it out," she added.

   And make me hold it.  She wasn't being malicious.  Maybe she was
deliberately being the Alpha Bitch, out to show everyone she was still the
leader of this pack, but I think it was more because she knew she'd really
enjoy doing it, and that I'd love every minute of it.  The only question
was which of us was going to enjoy it more.

   And oh, did I want her to do it!  This was going to be so humiliating!
This was going to be so sexy!  I felt like I was going to melt right down
into a puddle as I literally crawled across the circle toward her, head
down, my tail between my legs, so to speak.

   She met me in the middle, and made a twirling motion with her finger.

   Turning away from her, I presented her with my "skinny little ass," as
she so tastefully put it, comforting myself that Beth described it as
"cute."

   OMG.  This was so much more public than my visit to Dr.  Smathers.  Only
Mom had been there to witness that.

   Not that my mom watching my willing anal penetration, and resulting
orgasm, wasn't a big thing, but this was humongous, and I don't mean just
the size of the plug!

   I also remembered the heights Dr.  Smathers' fingers in my ass and cunt
had driven me to, and that had been after her G spot diddling had already
brought me off once, and very well, thank you.  The butt play that had
followed was skyrockets and lightning by comparison.

   This was going to be something else again.  This wasn't a finger or two.
It was going to be a rude plastic intruder, a big one, wielded by a
wise-ass -- or should that be ass-wise?  -- 6th grader with an agenda, with
a dozen people looking on.

   Well, maybe only ten.  John and Alice were in their own little world,
stretched out together now, muttering sweet nothings as their hands
explored each other.

   There were some whispers among rest of the group as my head drooped.  I
looked down under the length of my naked torso, between the little stiffies
of the nipples capping my budding boobs and the the cursive "w" of my pussy
lips framed between my slender thighs, beyond which Judy was kneeling.

   "This," Judy explained to the audience, displaying the evil intruder
like this was 1st grade show and tell, "is a butt plug.  As I've tried to
explain, but you don't believe, the anus is an erogenous zone.  It is sexy.


   "It is one way homosexual men make love to each other, that and oral
sex. In men, the stroking of the penis in the rectum stimulates both the
stroker's cock and the prostate of the guy taking it up the rear.  Prostate
massage can bring on an orgasm.  In short, both of them can come that way.

   "It is said that some women like being fucked in the ass.  We're about
to find out if Dee is one of 'em.  If she can take this she shouldn't have
any trouble taking a cock up her rear."

   Oh, was I gonna get her when I had the chance.  She was enjoying this
way too much.

   And you're not looking forward to it?  The Stick asked wickedly.

   Oh yes, I am, I admitted, both afraid and excited, which was so typical
of me.  It was the ten-meter platform all over again.  The first time I
went off that I damn near peed in my bathing suit, and I was about to wet
my nonexistent pants now.

   Which made me think.  When did I last pee?  Was I going to be able to
hold both the butt plug and what was in my bladder?  How much soda had I
drunk?  Well, too late now to do anything about it.

   Impishly, Judy peered at me from between my legs, and wiggled her
fingers cheerily at me before she grabbed a tube of lubricant and uncapped
it.  "To make penetration easier, and avoid damage to the rectum, lots of
lubricant should be used, whether it is a penis, a dildo, or a butt plug
going in.  It should be applied liberally, both to the rectum and the -- uh
-- device being inserted, be it living or, as in this case, inert."

   She could be real pedantic when it suited her, the little witch.

   Oh jeez.  The goo was cold as she drizzled it down the crack of my ass
and scooped it into my tail.  Her finger felt hot as she shoved the icy
goop it into my bung.

   Oh god, oh god, oh god.  I couldn't believe how horny I was, how
excited, how scared, how vulnerable, how embarrassed!  First it was one
finger up my butt, then two.  She worked them around inside me, stretching
me, probing, working more of the cold, slippery lube up my rear.

   I had a moment of terror that she was going to shove her whole hand up
inside me.  She had small hands, but not that small.

   She wiggled her fingers inside me.  Oooh that felt good!  Had Judy ever
done this before, to herself, or someone else?  Maybe she was into enemas?

   What must I look like?  I looked back, but with her in the way I
couldn't see my reflection in the mirrored wall.  I felt so totally
exposed, so slutty.  I could see the others watching, with a mixture of
concern, lust, and fascination.  Every eye was on Judy playing in my ass,
preparing to violate my rear door with that monster plug.

   Beth thought my ass was cute.  What must she be thinking now?  Maybe she
was envious of Judy?  Of me?

   I glanced in her direction.  She was smiling encouragingly, and
fingering her pussy.

   Judy pulled her fingers out.  "Ready?" she asked, resting her hand at
the base of my spine, building the suspense.

   Lowering the top of my head to the floor, I sort of nodded.

   "What?"

   "Yes," I mumbled.

   She gave my butt a stinging slap.  "I can't hear you!"

   "Yes!  Go ahead!" Jeez, did I just say that?  Oh shit.  I found myself
whispering that little grace that Beth had pronounced at the dinner table
-- "Bless us, oh, Lord, and these, thy gifts, which we are about to
receive. Amen."

   Oh shit.

   The cold, rounded point of the butt plug touched my anus, which winked
reflexively, and I moaned as my pussy spasmed sympathetically.

   I loved it, that nasty, wicked contact.

   The pressure grew.

   I remembered Dr.  Smathers' advice.  My asshole tried to resist, but I
didn't let it.  I relaxed it, pushed out like I was pooping, and felt the
butt plug wedge the muscular ring open.

   Ooooh, it felt so good.  I folded my arms, my elbows resting on the mat,
my head on my forearms, my ass high and accessible.  Blatantly so.

   Judy was relentless, applying steady pressure to drive the butt plug
into my rear.

   I groaned, from the depths of my soul, from the core of my being I
groaned, and let that cold, hard invader penetrate, prying my asshole open,
pressing deeper, driving all before it, until my sphincter -- what a
wonderfully nasty word, sphincter -- my sphincter began to sting from being
stretched.

   Judy curled a hand around my upper thigh as she pushed harder, and I
thought she was just trying to steady me, brace me, until I felt her
insolent fingers on my pussy.  Oh, she was steadying me, all right, but she
was also stirring my quim to a steaming froth.  Gymnast that she was, her
arms and hands were very strong.  I began to grunt as the plug gained
ground, my anus starting to burn as it stretched to the limit.

   She was merciless, and I loved it.  I welcomed it.  I was a total perv,
and at that moment I didn't care who knew it.  I lifted my head, my mouth
open, eyes slitted, panting.  "Ah - ah -ah!" It hurt!  It hurt so good!

   "AaaahhhhAHHHWHOOOOOP!"

   Past the widest point, my anal ring closing around the narrower neck
sucked the bulk of the butt plug in, clamping around the stalk, pinching
the mass into me, and my head dropped again as orgasmic shudders shook me
from one end to the other.

   Judy's fingers stroked my naked tail, little vibrations drumming through
me as she toyed with the base of the butt plug sticking out of me.  I
looked back at her, managed a smile in response to her grin, and the little
oriental blew me a kiss.  She shifted, so I could see the mirrored wall,
the reflection of the full moon of my ass, with this big black thing, the
butt plug's base, between my cheeks, wide enough to hide the puffy lips of
my pussy.  Instead of a dainty pucker I had the shining, ebony, mushroom
tailpiece of a butt plug.  All it needed was a spray of feathers or flowers
or something to make my humiliation complete.

   The probe settled inside me like a giant, hard turd, stuffing my rectum
-- another good wicked word, rectum -- and my insides shifted, adjusting to
the unaccustomed bulk.  It squeezed my cunt shut, pushing me right to the
edge of the clench, clench, clench of a delicious orgasm.

   It didn't hurt anymore, and somehow I managed to hold my pee.

   Judy fingered my clit and I howled my orgasm to the world.  I came and I
came.  I was still coming when Judy gave me a push, and I toppled on my
side.  I rolled on my back, feeling the plug shift inside me as the base
hit the mat.

   My legs spraddled wide, my heels digging into the mat, lifting my pelvis
in a fucking motion.  I touched my pussy, wormed two fingers into my
pinched, sopping cunt, found my G spot for myself, thumbed my clit, letting
the whole room watch as I brought myself off again.

   I don't know how long I was like that, my groin and my rectum knotting
ecstatically, in full view of everyone.

   When it finally passed and I relaxed it felt as if the whole room sighed
with me.

   "Wow, thank you!" I looked up at Judy, sitting beside me now.

   "Want it out?"

   Oh yeah, did I ever, now that the ball was over.  But I knew I'd miss
it.

   "Yes, please." I turned on my side, butt toward her.  I was still in
humble mode, and a little fearful of what getting it out entailed.  But my
body was more than eager to expel it as she pulled.  A brief stinging,
tugging, shitting and I was left with a very empty feeling.

   "Now, if you'll excuse us, Dee and I need to wash up.  This must be
thoroughly washed," she warned, continuing the lesson, "and I need to wash
my hands.  Once something -- say a finger or a cock -- has been up your
ass, don't let it within spitting distance of your cunt, or you will be
dealing with some very nasty infections."

   I was on my back again, recovering.  Reaching up, I was grateful she
helped me get to my feet.  My arm around her was as much to steady me as it
was a sign of affection.

   There was a bathroom off the playroom, well stocked with washrags and
towels, as well as a shower.  I suddenly realized I really needed that
toilet.  She washed her hands at the sink while I used it.

   "Bend over," she ordered.

   I shivered.  "Not again!" Then I saw the wash rag she was waving and
blushed.

   It was warm and soothing as she bathed first my pussy before moving back
to my aching butt.

   "Thanks." I turned to her, and gave her a hug.  She barely came up to my
shoulder.

   I just had to kiss her.  We kissed, and I mean Kissed, tasting each
other's breath, and again she practically climbed me to get to my lips.  I
was thinking that she was as confused about her sexuality as I was about
mine.

   Or maybe not.  Maybe she was just gay.

   "I'll get you," I warned her as we returned to the party.

   She giggled.  "I'm looking forward to it."

   Everyone was looking at me as I carefully settled my aching tail on the
mats.

   Well, everyone but John and Alice.  She was milking his cock, he was
fingering her twat, while they stared deep into each other's eyes.

   Ain't young love wonderful, The Stick commented snidely.

   I tried to pick the next victim for a Truth or a Dare.  Given a choice,
I'd love to get back at Judy, of course -- in the nicest possible way, you
understand -- but I'd have to wait until my turn came around again.

   I decided to pick someone who'd not had a chance yet.  So, not Izzy. 
Foofy had his nose nuzzled into her little tee tee.  Muriel was still
recovering from having her hymen disrupted.

   I decided it was Donna's turn.  She was the invisible girl in the class.
You know the one -- average height, average weight, not too pretty, but not
ugly.  Average academically, she probably never volunteered in class, but
answered when asked, adequate in phys ed, but not an athlete, she had her
small group of friends.

   Her hair was sort of shoulder length, brown, with just a little wave to
it.  A nice, undeveloped 6th grade body, with a tan that faded a bit, but
didn't stop, where a modest one-piece bathing suit would cover.  She was
almost the same color, all over, but not quite.  Interesting!  Perhaps a
nude sunbather?

   And there was something about her eyes.  I had the feeling they took in
a lot more than you'd expect.

   "Donna, Truth or Dare?"

   She didn't look startled to be picked.  She'd been watching me as if she
could see the wheels turning in my head.  What would it be, I wondered. 
Did she trust me enough to choose "Dare?" If not, what "Truth" did I want
to hear from her?

   She looked surprisingly composed.  "Truth."

   "What would you most like to learn at this party?"

   She blushed a bit.  There'd been a lot of blushing going on, in case you
hadn't noticed.  Not unusual for Truth or Dare, but here it showed all
over.

   "I'd like...." She drew a deep breath.  "I'd like to learn how to --
make love to another girl," she finished in a rush.

   "Anyone in particular?"

   She blushed more.  "Esther," she confessed softly.  "I'd like to make
love to Esther, if she'd let me."

   My, my, my.  The Nubian goddess had a secret admirer!  "What do you
think, Esther?" I asked her.

   Esther sank her teeth into her full lower lip, while poor Donna held her
breath.

   "I think I'd like that," Esther admitted almost as softly as Donna. 
"Would you teach us, please, Dee?"

   Naomi looked a little put out at losing Esther to Donna.  She'd been the
one dropping stir-fried bits of chicken into Esther's mouth, after all. 
Strange the attachments that develop at that age.  Did we have a love
triangle here?

   Trust Beth to spot the problem.  She semaphored me, pointing.

   I nudged the process along.  "I need a bit of a break.  Naomi, would you
be willing to let Beth use you as a subject to demonstrate on?"

   Naomi had classic beauty; thick, naturally wavy, shining black hair,
pale, pale skin, with a few light freckles, the first roundings of
pubescence, eager pink nipples, a gentle swelling to her bosom, a few
tentative curling strands of pubic hair gracing her pussy.  Her eyes were a
remarkable shade of blue.

   "I'd love to do it," Beth agreed, standing up, and Naomi looked
flattered at the idea of being the object of interest of a high school
senior, one already legendary for her sexual experiences.

   "Clear away the toys and give 'em room," I directed the others.

   My butt still hurt a little, so I was relieved to be a spectator as Beth
drew Naomi into the ring.  Esther and Donna approached each other
hesitantly, a delicately shy mating dance.

   "It's as simple as making love with a boy," Beth explained, standing
with Naomi, "and as sweet.  Begin with kisses and caresses."

   She demonstrated, drawing a shyly reluctant Naomi closer, into her arms.
They were about the same height, Beth's soft breasts cushioning against
Naomi's budding boobs.  She cupped the back of Naomi's head, her fingers
combing into those thick, black tresses.  Naomi bashfully shuttered her
remarkable blue eyes as their lips met.

   Beth handled her as if she were fragile.  The kisses were shy and tender
to begin with, little pecks, but grew more urgent, lips working, at first
nervously, then more confidently, and Beth drew her down to the mats.  They
lay on their sides, Beth caressing her, drawing her close.

   Mirroring her tutor's move, Donna ventured a deeper kiss with Esther,
which the black girl welcomed, as Donna's fingers toyed with Esther's dark
braids, their decorative white beaded ties rattling softly.  As they lay
down together their skin colors complemented like chocolate and cream.

   "Touch," Beth suggested.  "Feel.  Touch each other all over.  Don't be
shy.  Don't touch just the breasts and nipples, but do touch those, of
course.  And while you're touching, remember to feel.  Feel the texture of
her skin, the stiffness of her nipples, the lushness of her ass.  And feel
her touch on your skin, your nipples.  It's all about sensations, of
touching and being touched."

   Of course she was showing as she was telling, her hands roaming over
Naomi's lovely young body, and Naomi responded, cupping Beth's more mature
breasts, measuring their softness and warmth, marveling at how the eager
nubbins of Beth's nipples responded to her thumb's tweak.

   Donna and Esther's hands were busy as well, their nipples stiffening on
their girlish chests as they ran their fingers over them, as they fondled
each other's asses.

   "Let her feel your thigh between hers, and vice versa, soft, and smooth,
like satin against your pussy," Beth went on.

   I became aware of John and Alice settling next to me, apparently done
with their initial explorations.  Both of them were glowing, and there were
crusty remnants on their tummies that testified to their success.  Alice
was between me and John, clinging to him as they watched the demonstration.


   "I'm going to take the lead here.  Naomi doesn't have to do anything but
enjoy," Beth assured the 6th grader gently.  Beth began kissing her way
down Naomi's body, nipping at the side of her neck, licking her collarbone,
nibbling her nipple, which she suckled on, teased with her tongue.  On her
back now, Naomi was holding Beth's head, fingers combed through Beth's soft
brown hair.  Beth's teeth flashed, caught Naomi's stiff red berry, and the
younger girl gasped.

   "And taste her, too.  MMmmm, icing!"

   Well, there went the N, the A ...  she was relieved of her name by
Beth's tongue.

   "Taste her all over, and smell her.  She's a feast for the senses," Beth
explained.

   Alice grabbed my hand, squeezed it.  I glanced over at John, and he was
riveted at the display.  I had the feeling he was taking detailed mental
notes.  Alice was going to be in for a real treat if things proceeded
between them.

   Meanwhile, Donna was watching with one eye as she duplicated Beth's
moves, Esther now lay on her back, accepting Donna's sweet approaches. 
Donna's teeth nipped Esther's chocolate-kiss nipple, and Esther gasped,
flinched, retaliated, pinching Donna's pink titty, tugging at it.  Donna
enjoyed slurping up Esther's name -- it was a nice long name, after all.

   Beth wormed her way lower, teased Naomi's belly button, scraped her
teeth on the soft roundness of her tummy, licked down, dodging around
Naomi's crotch with its plump lips to lick the inside of her thigh. 
Naomi's legs spread, her hips rocking, her head rolling from side to side.

   Esther responded to the way Donna savored her chocolate-tinted flesh,
spreading her legs wide, exposing the soft brown lips between her thighs.

   Alice squeezed my hand, and whispered in my ear, her soft body warm
against my arm.  "Can you teach me how to do John like that?  Well, I mean,
not exactly like that, but with my mouth -- my mouth on his thingy?"

   I suppressed a giggle.  After all this she was still too innocent to use
the four-letter words.  I nodded, and squeezed her hand back in agreement.
"Of course, later."

   Beth was the master of the tease, but she finally zeroed in on the
target between Naomi's thighs.  Naomi had a little more meat on her than
the other girls, the bulge of her sex was more prominent, her pussy more
fleshy, and there were some strands of dark hair curling around her
opening.

   "Begin by licking around her pussy first," Beth instructed.  "Make her
wait.  Make her beg for it.  The groove where her thigh joins her body is a
delightful place to taste."

   Naomi flinched and groaned as Beth demonstrated.  Esther "ooed" as Donna
imitated Beth.  All of the girls, Beth included, were juicing.  She may not
be bisexual, but Beth certainly was enjoying her work.

   "Then lick the groove between her labia."

   Naomi whined.

   "Use your fingers to part the lips, and let your tongue slide up along
her inner folds which, by now, should be slippery and wet with her
delicious juices."

   Donna parted Esther's dark labia to reveal glorious petals of shining
pink, and I knew an artist that would love to paint that!

   "Probe her juicy crevice, let your tongue trace the contours, from the
funnel of her vagina, up to the little nubbin of her clit, snuggled in the
hood where her inner lips come together.  If you want you can even tease
the little rosebud of her asshole with your tongue or a fingertip."

   Naomi's fingers tightened in Beth's hair.

   "And then just suckle, and lick, and nibble at her with your lips. 
Listen to her, smell her, taste her," and her voice became muffled and she
went silent as she concentrated on bringing Naomi to a shuddering climax.

   Esther was trying to stuff Donna's face into her crotch by now, her
chocolate thighs closing around Donna's head, her hips humping, her head
tossing, making her braids dance wildly.

   Both Esther and Naomi were coming, thanks to their partners' attention.
I'd been drawn in by the action, my fingers playing in my pussy as I
watched, but Alice was hugging my arm, and beyond her John had his cock in
his hand.

   "Wanna have some fun?" I asked Alice.  We turned on John and cut him out
of the herd again.

   "What?" he asked.

   "Alice wants to play," I explained.  "All you have to do is lie there."

   He looked dubious.  "Okay," he agreed warily, stretching out on his
back, his hard cock flopping up flat against his stomach.

   I remembered the first time I'd sucked his cock.  Even better, I
remembered the first time I'd sucked my brother's cock.  It was all I could
do to restrain myself from straddling John's legs myself and demonstrating.
Better for Alice to learn from doing, darn it.

   John was a pretty good-looking kid, especially naked.  He was slender,
looked athletic, sort of, but then, how muscle bound can a 13 year old be?
There wasn't any fat on him, at least.  He was real pale.  I guess he
didn't get to the pool.  Maybe he didn't even know how to swim.  He was
getting the first stirrings of a bush around the base of his cock, a few
curling brown hairs that were stuck to his skin, and each other, by dried
come.  His name was an illegible smear of mingled yellow and red icing.

   They'd obviously had a good time while Judy had plugged my ass.

   "Straddle his legs, down about his knees," I directed Alice.

   She fidgeted nervously, her eyes big as she looked at his hard on. 
Carl's was bigger, but John's was pretty impressive, and I had to remind
myself that Alice really didn't have a lot to compare John to.  She hadn't
seen the range of dicks that we'd had in our sex ed class.  Terrel's big,
black dork had dwarfed the other boys' and I'd wondered how far Judy had
taken it with him.  She hadn't seemed intimidated by it, but I didn't think
anything could intimidate Judy anyway.

   Alice was a different case.  She was as shy and innocent as anyone I'd
ever met.

   "Okay.  Now, pick up his cock -- and start thinking of it that way. 
It's a cock, not a 'thingy.'"

   She giggled nervously and delicately lifted it between her thumb and
forefinger.  I could see that even that light touch was enough to create
tremors in John's tummy.

   "See how the head joins the shaft?  On the side toward you, the bottom?
How there's a sort of a vee from the shaft up toward the slit?"

   "Uh huh." She nodded.

   "That's the most sensitive spot.  Give it a little lick, like that first
taste you take of a Popsicle."

   I was sitting beside them, and watched as she squeezed her eyes shut and
stuck out her tongue.  The tip of her tongue just brushed his dick, right
on the spot, flicking up to the tip.  The way John jerked you'd have
thought he had stuck his finger in a light socket.

   "Now the Popsicle is melting a little, so you can lick it a bit more
firmly," I suggested.  Since they'd obviously been diddling around with
each other enough for them both to have come, she was tasting his dried
semen, though she may not have realized it.

   "How does it taste?"

   "A little salty," she admitted.  "And it smells sort of -- I don't know
-- funny.  Sort of musky."

   "That's the smell of sex," I explained.  "Now, give the tip a lick."

   John groaned as Alice slurped off the first seepings of his pre-come. 
She even tried to worm the tip of her tongue into the little slit of his
pee-hole.

   "Now kiss it, take just the head in your mouth and get it all wet. 
Don't touch it with your teeth, though."

   "Mmmmm," she purred, to my surprise.

   "Isn't that a great feeling?  That's a cock you're tasting." I
remembered Carl's, how warm it had been, the texture and sort of rubbery
consistency of his dick-head, the softness of the skin of the shaft.

   "Take as much into your mouth as you're comfortable with.  Stroke it
with your tongue, and suck gently as you take it out of your mouth.  Again,
don't bite him with your teeth.  It's very sensitive, especially when he's
excited."

   John groaned, and reached for her head, but I caught his hands away from
it.  If he tried to shove her down on his dick she'd gag, and I didn't want
that.  "Just let her do it, John."

   "I'll try, but, oh jeez does that feel good!"

   I was pleased with myself, and proud of her.  "That means she's doing it
right."

   Alice was beyond needing much instruction.  She dipped her head again,
taking more of his cock this time, the head and maybe an inch or more. 
"That's it, Alice.  You've got it.  Take as much as you can, but don't
rush, don't try too hard."

   Listen to me, the voice of experience!  How many cocks had I sucked in
my life?  Two?

   "Mmmmph," she mumbled around John's swollen pecker.  "Is he gonna -- uh
-- squirt his stuff in my mouth?"

   "Only if you want him to," I assured her.  "Right, John?"

   He nodded.  "I'll try to warn you."

   Well, at least he said he'd try.  I tried to remember what had happened
with Carl, but it seemed like it was years ago now, even though it had only
been less than a couple of weeks ago I'd sucked my brother off.

   "MmmmYum!" Alice was really getting into this, taking more and more of
his cock into her mouth, her fingers steadying it.

   I just sat back and watched.  It was so erotic, her sweet, innocent lips
embracing his rude cock.

   She didn't need any more lessons from me.  Crouched over him like a
lioness with its prey she was clamping her thighs around his legs, pressing
her naked, juicy pussy against his knees as she nursed on his cock, a
blonde babe sucking on an oversized teat.

   She pushed down even further, and I heard her choke and gag and draw
back.  I stroked her naked back, so soft and tender, soothing her, and she
sort of purred around the mass in her mouth, and tried again, with more
success.

   John's hips were working, too, so he had to be getting close.

   "I'm -- I'm gonna come!" he warned, and Alice drew back just a moment
before his cock erupted, shooting a pearly spurt that spattered the side of
her nose.  It being the third time he'd come, it wasn't as thick as his
earlier eruption, but it still had range.

   She held his spouting cock with both hands, watching it shoot gooey
spurts that fell back on him, on her hands.  Some of the jizz on her face
trickled down to her lips and she tasted it, then impulsively leaned
forward to close her mouth over the head of his still pulsing penis,
sucking up his oozing jism.  That stimulated him, his dick pulsing harder,
and longer, as she sucked on his still pumping prick.

   When she came up for air, his dick finally shriveling, her chin was
coated with semen and spit, there was a trail of semen down from her nose,
a few spatters in her curly blonde locks.  She slid forward over him, up
his body, her way greased by the come spattered on his torso.  I saw her
swallowing as she snuggled against him.

   She lifted her face so he could see the mix of spit and come coating it.
"That was fun!" she exulted happily.

   He hesitated, just a moment, before kissing her, tasting his own semen
on her lips and in her mouth.

   I looked around, and realized that everyone was watching us, even Naomi
and Esther, fresh off their own orgasms.  Embarrassed, Alice slid off John
and they both sat up.

   Judy laughed.  "I think some other people could use a bit of clean-up,
too.  Maybe the rest of us should tidy things up around here."

   That pretty much broke up the classroom atmosphere.  We'd moved beyond
Truth or Dare.  Oh well, I'd get even with Judy some other time.

   There was chatter and giggles, some poking and teasing as the toys were
rounded up, girl juice mopped up.  The most recent comers took turns in the
bathroom, and I wondered if the towels were going to hold up.

   I don't know who threw the first punch, or, rather, who swung the first
pillow, but that was all it took.  The next thing I knew it was a
free-for-all, pillows flailing, a few flying.

   Well, after all what would a sleepover be without a good pillow fight? I
snatched up a pillow and was whaling away indiscriminately, just like
everyone else, of course, when I made the mistake of whacking John a good
one from behind, right in the butt.

   I admit, it was a cheap shot.  However, I am ruthless in a pillow fight.
I was quick, I was agile, I was strong, I was tall.  I was The Stick!  I
had perfected the double-sweeping, reverse flail with a half twist which
had been known to lift an opponent right off her feet.  I was Demolition
Dee in the pillow fight arena.

   Caught off balance, John went down hard on his hands and knees, suddenly
wheeled around, and the next thing I knew I was fighting for my life.

   He was berserk!  I fell back, trying to regroup, but he bored in and I
didn't have a chance.  He was a pillow fighting Ninja!  He was everywhere
at once, and every shot landed, from the left, from the right, hooks and
jabs and uppercuts and over the tops, round houses and square houses,
kidney punches, rabbit punches, squirrel punches, even pussy punches.

   I went down.  Me, the reigning pillow fight champeen, went down, and all
I could do was curl up, protecting my head, face, and tender parts, while
he pounded me into a paste.  He was out of control!

   He suddenly stopped, panting and sweating, dropped the pillow and ran
off.  Judy was kneeling beside me as I rolled over.  The other girls, all
tousled and sweating, were wide-eyed.

   "It's all right, I'm okay," I assured them quickly, looking around for
John.  "Where'd he go?"

   Beth beckoned to a corner by the stairs and started to go to him, but I
waved her back.

   "It's all right, I'll go.  I'm okay, and he needs me.  He just got a
little carried away."

   Beth and Judy took over with the others and I went over to the huddled
boy who had given me the pillow whupping of my life.  He was crying, and I
curled down around him and held him.

   "I'm sorry," he choked out.

   "It's all right," I assured him.  "I'm not hurt.  It's all right.  Hey,
it's a pillow fight.  These things happen.  I'm sorry I caught you so hard
from behind.  I didn't mean to tee off so hard on you."

   He panted, and shivered, and I held him, and felt the tension draining
out of him as I reassured him.  For the first time when I was around, his
carefully constructed façade had cracked.  All the rage and frustration and
pain had come out, all at once.  Maybe Ms.  Andrews had seen this side of
him, but I hadn't, and it was frightening.

   But I was afraid for him, not me.

   "I'm sorry," he apologized again.  "I don't know what happened.  You hit
me from behind, and I just....  I don't know what happened."

   "Shush.  You don't have to say a thing.  You just needed to let off some
steam.  That's what pillow fights are for."

   "But, you've been so good to me, and I...."

   "You didn't hurt me," I assured him.  "Really, I'm fine."

   "I get kinda upset sometimes -- stuff at home....  You came at me from
behind." And he started to talk, and for the first time I learned something
about his home life, and it made me feel sick.

   His mom, it turned out, had a boyfriend who wasn't particular what or
who or how he fucked, especially when he was stoned on one thing or
another, which was most every night, and his mom wasn't much better.

   Late one night he had stumbled into John's room.  He probably didn't
even know where he was at first, and he didn't give a shit anyway, any port
in a storm.  It was brutal, and painful, and when it was over the guy told
John he'd kill him if he told anyone, and that no one would believe him
anyway, and that his momma would throw John out if she found out her little
boy was a faggot.

   Yeah, right.  I bet she knew what her boyfriend had done, and didn't do
anything to stop it, the bitch.

   I was also thanking God that John hadn't seen what Judy had done to me.
I didn't like to think what might have happened.  God bless Alice for
distracting him so well!

   And that was just the first night.  Apparently boyfriend had discovered
something he liked, so when Momma was used up or not available it was
John's turn, and always a butt-fuck.  A rape.

   I felt like I was going to throw up.

   I let him talk it out, and cry, wondering if Ms.  Andrews knew all this.
She must.  Maybe he'd finally broken down enough to tell her, and that's
why she didn't want him going home this weekend.  Who could bear to send
anyone back to a hell like that?

   They should all be in jail, his mother and her so-called boyfriend
should be locked up, and the key thrown away!  I was furious hearing about
it.  No wonder he'd been so angry!  If Ms.  Andrews didn't see that John's
mom and her "boyfriend" went to jail, I would -- I -- well, I didn't know
what I'd do, but knives and guns were involved!

   The whole idea behind The Program was to stop this kind of abuse, but I
guess some grownups just haven't gotten the message.

   I just held him while he cried, and talked, until he finally ran down,
and I got some napkins so he could blow his nose and wipe his face.

   "I'm sorry," he apologized.  "I don't know what happened."

   I shushed him gently.  "It's alright.  That's the good thing about
pillow fights, they let you safely work out all those nasty feelings."

   I looked over at the others, wondering what they were thinking about all
this, but Beth and Judy and Maria were keeping them busy, setting out food,
unrolling sleeping bags, so it was alright there, too.

   I tried to lighten his mood with a little humor, and give him a chance
to regain some control.  "But I have to admit my pride is a little dented.
I was the pillow fighting champ, but I'm not anymore!  I've never taken a
licking like that.  You're the new pillow fight champeen."

   He tried to protest, but I didn't let him.  I shook his hand,
congratulating him, and sighed theatrically.  "It's time.  I was getting a
little slow, my reflexes are going.  I shoulda quit when I was on top. 
Come on, I'll pass the crown along."

   He was embarrassed as we returned to the group, but probably more
because I raised his hand and proclaimed him the new champ.

   Miraculously, someone even came up with a paper crown from a burger
joint.  I discreetly beckoned Alice over and Beth whispered something to
her.  She came up to him and played the beauty queen perfectly,
congratulating the new champion, reaching up to put the crown on his head,
and giving him a kiss that curled his toes and raised his cock.

   "Come on, let's eat," I urged, and we set to on the leftovers from the
stir-fry, a little dry from being on the hot tray for so long, but still
delicious.  Then Maria mounted an expedition on the kitchen, and came back
down with a big bucket of Rocky Road ice cream and disposable bowls and
stuff, along with squeeze bottles of toppings and a couple of cans of
whipped cream.

   Which, of course, resulted in another crazy round, with whipped cream
and maraschino cherries flying through the air and decorating various parts
of various peoples' anatomy, to be licked off, of course, along with the
smears of icing that had once been names.  That necessitated another round
of cleaning up, both the room and the people, before Judy gathered us all
in a circle, holding hands, just sharing the warmth of being together.

   Bedtime presented me with a dilemma.  Lots of people were sharing
sleeping bags -- Esther with Naomi, surprise surprise, and Donna with
Muriel, Izzy with Foofy -- well, you get the idea.

   My logical sack partner was John, but I had a big problem with that, not
the least of which was my desire to bunk down with Judy.  The bigger
problem was that if he had another nightmare he'd expect me to calm him
down the same way I had the night before.  That I could not risk.  No, no,
no!

   I swear, Beth is telepathic.  She came to my rescue by taking both John
and Alice under her wing.  I unrolled sleeping bag before I went over to
Judy.  "You and me?"

   With a little shiver she placed her hand in mine and let me lead her to
my lair.  We slid into the sleeping bag, and snuggled together.

   "I'm still going to get you," I assured her as I cuddled her, "but not
tonight.  I'm too tired."

   "I can wait," she agreed.  "It gives me something to look forward to."

   Pillow talk.  Nestled together in the sleeping bag, Judy and me, her
head tucked beneath my chin, the only light coming from the open bathroom
door.  There were giggles and chatter around the room, of course.

   I was tired, but not ready for sleep quite yet.  "When I said 'Dare' you
knew exactly what I wanted, didn't you?"

   It wasn't really a question.

   She giggled softly.  "Of course!  When you picked up that butt plug you
looked like a six year old on a hot day with an ice cream cone in her hand.
Did it hurt?"

   "Bet your ass it hurt -- or, rather, my ass," I amended.  "But it was
awesomely wonderful, too.  I lost track of how many times I came."

   She was silent for a bit, her fingers toying with my tit, little
crackles of energy shooting through me from it.  "I'm not afraid of pain,
you know," she whispered.

   "I know." I was tempted to compare broken bones, sprains, strains and
scars.

   "So, what are you going to do to me?"

   I'd been thinking about that.  "I don't know yet.  It won't be right
away, but I will get even."

   She shivered deliciously against me.  "I know," she whispered.  " I told
you.  I'm looking forward to it."

   "So 'm I!"

   "Want to go for a run with me tomorrow morning?"

   A run.  "Naked?" I asked.

   "I will if you will," she agreed softly, again with that delightful
little shiver, the same kind that I felt at the thought of running the
streets naked.

   "I don't have any choice.  I don't have any clothes with me."

   She giggled naughtily.  We were quiet, and maybe I even dozed off a
little bit.

   Sometime, late in the dark of night, I dreamed that I was nursing a
baby. I woke up to find Judy sucking on my tit.

   How strange.  It made me think of my mom.  Had she felt that delightful
tugging when I nursed from her?  Had her cunt reacted the way mine did now?
It was such a good feeling.

   I wasn't even sure if Judy was awake.  Maybe it was just a sleeping
reflex.  She was -- what?  -- ten years old, and strong, but she was still
a little girl in some ways, while in less than a week I'd be a real
honest-to-gosh teenager.

   Around us I heard sighs, giggles, moans.  I couldn't identify voices or
anything, but it was obvious what was going on.  A gasp from here, a
whimper from there.  A moan -- that was John's voice, a giggle from Alice.
Judy was squirming her pussy against my thigh, and I was humping against
her.

   She sucked harder, squirmed more tightly against me, and I knew she was
awake.  I stroked her back, feeling the muscles beneath her satin skin, ran
my hand down to the tight buns of her ass, wiggled my fingers into her
crack, tickled the tight pucker of her little rosebud, and she squeezed my
hand between her glutes.  She was so strong back there I had the feeling
she could crack a walnut.

   "I'm glad you invited me to your sleepover," I gasped softly as my
orgasm bore down on me.

   "Me, too," she answered, her arms around me like steel bands as she
ground her body, and especially her pelvis against me, and I against her.
She was muscles wrapped in silken skin.  My coming swept over me in a sweet
wave, and I felt her tightening with her own.

   Then she relaxed, and went to sleep in my arms.

   I felt a vague hollowness, as if something was missing.  It all seemed
so empty.

   This was certainly the most bawdy slumber party I'd ever been to, with
the most raunchy game of Truth or Dare I'd ever played, and I'd had -- and
witnessed -- some awesome orgasms.

   And Judy was a delightfully compact little armful.

   But this was my first slumber party ever without Missy.  Judy wasn't
Missy.  I missed Missy.
   I hoped she was okay.