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 Life With Aunt Fanny

   My name is Alice Delaney.  My life began in the Company town of
Stillwater Pennsylvania in 1872, the last daughter of 4 children, (the only
girl) and at the mercy of poverty as my father was a coal miner Irish
Immigrant and my Mother a poor washerwoman also of County Cork Ireland.

   At aged 9 my older brothers each took their place beside my father
working the mines while we all, without education were entirely dependant
on the Greenberg Coal Company for our shanty, credit at the company store
for our subsistence living.  Mother took on laundry to help, but even with
the combined salaries of three brothers, my Father and Mother, we slowly
slipped into debt at the company store and for our over-priced rent in our
shanty provided by the Company slum town.

   When I turned 12 in 1884 there was an epidemic of Dyptheria that swept
the country and my Mother and two of my brothers perished from the ravages
of it.  I nearly died myself but recovered to even a more dire circumstance
as half the bread-winners of our family were gone, and as I was too young
to take on a trade my presence threatened further the welfare of our
remaining family.

   It was early that Spring that a strange woman came to our Shanty village
posting a notice for young healthy girls no older than 15 nor younger than
8 to be considered for indentured service, the terms of which outlined
included 7 years servitude, an education, comfortable living on a West
Virginia Estate and a stipend paid to the family of the girls of $100 a
year till the contract ended 7 years hense.  A 6 pm Sunday appraisal was
scheduled at the local Company store.

   My Father was made aware of the advertisement poster, and told me that
should I be accepted he would sell me into servitude for the better of our
family and the hope of an education for myself.

   I wept bitterly and begged him not to send me away from the family at
such a tender age, but he was insistent this was the best thing for all of
us, that staying here I could only look forward to extreme poverty or
prostitution.  I accompanied him in my best Sunday outfit and bonnet to the
Company store that Sunday evening.  We found a large crowd of other
daughters and their parents all vying for the attentions of the Woman agent
who sat at a table taking down names of each applicant and instructing us
to wait until called.  I learned that we should address her as Ms
Oberstein, though she hardly looked like a woman at all.  She wore the suit
of a man, was an older stern looking spinster.  She wore spectacles over a
grim round face and appeared to be in her 50s.  She sat at the table
writing in her tablet as we advanced in line awaiting the initial
interview.

   When it was my turn she asked the questions and my father answered for
me.  I stood by quietly feeling much the way a slave must have felt before
the civil war.

   Ms.  Oberstein : Child's Christian name and age?  Father: Alice Margaret
Delaney aged 12.  Ms.  Oberstein: Has she any current diseases such as
ague, consumption or the pox?  Father : No.  She had dyptheria but has
fully recovered.  We all had it in this village.  Ms.  Oberstein: Is she a
girl of good virtue?  Has she ever been engaged in lewd behavior or
Prostitution?  Father: She ain't old enough for that.  She is a good
Catholic and still a virgin.
Ms Oberstein: Has she had sexual intimate relations with any members of

her family, specifically Father, Brothers or Uncles?  Father: Of course
not. I wouldn't shag me own daughter!  Ms Oberstein: and how about
fellatio? Has she ever sucked your johnny?  Father (angrily) Bloody hell
no. Them's was the prerogative of me wife who died this Winter.  Me
daughter is still pure and innocent of all carnal knowledges.  Ms. 
Oberstein (Looking me over through her specs) Hmmm.  Very well..  In about
two hours I will post a list of names.  If you are on it be here at
midnight wearing only your nightgown and a coat if you have one.  Shoes are
all right, but no undergarments.  You will be inspected for possible hire
then.  Parents are not invited to attend.  Child applicants only.

   Father and I left the line and walked back to our shack.  I was relieved
that so far I had not been accepted and may still have a chance of being
refused.  After we ate our dinner of boiled potatoes and cabbage, Father
sent my brother Farley to the store to check the list.  He returned ina few
minutes as I awaiting, saying a prayer that my name would not be on it.

   Farley returned about 8:30 and warmed himself by the coal fire before
speaking.
Father: Well?  Was yer sister's name on the list?
Farley: I can't read, as you know father so I asked Mr.  MacGregor to
tell me the names.
Father: And did the old skin flint read them to you?
Farley: He demanded half a cent for the reading service so I refused.
Father: That son of a pig.  Its bad enough he robs us running the
company store.  So did you find out or not?
Farley: Ey I did.  Mrs Anderson came by to see if her daughter was on
the list and she can read repectable well if the words ain't too long.  She
read it for me.
Father: And?  Don't keep us in suspense you loutish boy.
Farley: There was ten names from the 200 applicants that signed out. 
Jenny Anderson, Sherry Andrews, Mona Sperry, Francis O'Banyon, Missy
Ferguson, Mary Clougherty, Shawn O'Shey, Julie Smith, Constance
Guest...and...and..

   Father Say it quick or I'll box yer ears for me trouble!  Farley: Alice
Delaney.  She made the list in 10th place.

   My heart sank at the news.  My father got my mother's nightgown from the
dresser and handed it over to me.  "Go take a bath in the wash tub next to
the fire and put this on.  Leave off your skivvies.  Be ready to walk to
the store this midnight."

   I spent the next hour filling the tub with water from the kettle and
heating it over the fire.  My older brother Farley brought buckets of water
from the pump outside and when the tub was full of steam, I shed my
clothing and slipped into the water.  Normally I don't bathe but once a
month and my Father and remaining brother do so only for the face and hands
nightly but for the body after six months.  My brother and Father waited
outside until I signaled them I was in my mother's gown and decent again.

   "You look like an angel in that night gown." my Father beamed.  "Tis a
pity it is against Catholic teaching to shag ones own flesh and blood for
you are fetching enough to make me member stand strong again."

   I blushed turning away.  "Father, how can you speak of such things? 
That is a mortal sin!"

   "Ey, I will have to confess it to the priest, but it is true none the
less."

   "I am afraid to go Father." I began to once again weep.

   "Ey, I will walk you to the store and wait outside fer ye.  If you are
molested cry out and I will break in and bludgeon the briggans." My Father
suggested for my piece of mind.  "Just do as the German woman tells you and
remember the money you will fetch will save this family and you get an
education in the bargain."

   Thus in the wee hours near witching time I found myself in my mother's
nightgown my father's Sunday cape, standing in front of the general store
with nine other shivering girls from our town, our Fathers standing by in
the yard smoking pipes and talking about what 100 dollars would buy now
adays.

   At exactly 12 o'clock the latch on the store opened and Ms Oberstein
swung open the door from within.  The store was well lit with lantern
light, and warm from a fire in the Franklin stove.  She motioned that we
come inside, then she latched the lock on the door behind us.

   Besides the ten of us girls and Ms Oberstein, there were none present.
Mr.  MacGreggor had untypically allowed others in the store without his
presence.  He must have been offered a serious bribe to so violate company
policy.  But whatever agreement he had come to, there were no men or boys
present in the room.  Ms Oberstein sat behind the same table we had seen
her with earlier, her tablet and bottle of ink ready for note taking.  She
adressed us one and all.

   "Girls, you have been selected from the various applicants to fill three
positions as Chambermaids to the Countess Fanny LesBass who is my employer
and has sent me to bring back new servants for her staff.  She lives some
65 miles from here as the crow flies in the mountains of West Virginia on
an estate that breeds and sells thoroughbred horses.  She is quite a
wealthy patron, easy to work for, and the lucky girls who are selected will
receive many blessings of her bounty.  To this purpose please disrobe now
until you are naked as when you were born.  You may place your clothing on
the counter over next to the cash register.  Shoes as well.  I want you all
naked.  Macht schnell."

   We looked at each other in shock and dismay.  Shawn O'Shey spoke back
"You want us to undress here in a public place down to our unmentionable
parts?  Why pray tell should we do such a sinful thing?"

   "Because my child I am to inspect you for flaws.  We want no boys posing
as girls, we want none with cancers or malignant growths, too fat, too
thin, too old or young.  You will obey or be dismissed from consideration.
Seven of you will walk away tonight unemployed." said Ms Oberstein
matter-of-factly.  "There are no men folk here.  Be aware this is not the
last time you will be presenting your unmentionable parts for your
employers."

   We all began to take off our clothing until there were ten naked girls
from age 8 to 14 standing with our arms trying to conceal our nakedness,
blushing at the humiliation of being nude outside our own bedrooms.

   Ms Oberstein seemed unmoved by our embarrassment and wrote notes as she
glanced up at the ten of us standing near the fire for warmth.  One at a
time she told us to step up to her desk once again.  First she called Jenny
Anderson, who is an 8 year old girl with long wiry brown hair and a
freckled face.  Her body, like our own was as white as milk or bleached
flour.  None of us ever exposed beneath our clothing to the sun and had
nothing of pigment except on faces and hands.

   "Stand straight, arms to your side and face me." said Ms Oberstein. 
"Turn around."

   Jenny did as she was ordered but shivered in part from cold but in
larger part from nervous tension.

   "Next, Sherry Andrews." Ms Oberstein wrote in her ledger details about
Jenny who quickly scampered back to join us near the Franklin stove.

   One by one we came forward standing naked for her inspection.  When the
last of us had finished she stood and made an announcement.  The following
girls may dress and go home.  Shawn O'Shey, Jenny Anderson, Mary Clougherty
and Mona Sperry.Thank you but your services will not be required.  The rest
of you stand facing inward in a circle joining hands please."

   We stood in a circle and the six of us took each other's hands reluctant
to touch a naked girl, even if only by the hand.  Ms Oberstein walked
around the circle inspecting us until the other 4 girls had dressed, then
she let them out of the building and relatched the lock.

   "Let loose your hands, turn so you face the girl to your left like you
are following the leader in a circle." We did so.  "Now bend forward until
your face is directly behind the girl's bottom in front of you." Ms
Oberstein ordered.

   It seemed a most obscene instruction to place our face in such a
proximity, but by now we were becoming accustomed to obeying strange
orders. We all bent our backs and faced a naked posterior in front of us.

   "Take your hands, place it on the girl's bottom ahead of you and open
her cheeks." said said Ms.  Oberstein.  "You should see a pink pucker
inside the crack of her bottom.  Do it now."

   I felt the girl behind me spreading the cheeks of my bottom and I
blushed deeply.  I could feel her breath on the inner part of my hole and
it was warm and wet.  Following the example I opened the crack of
Constance, who stood in front of me and to some disgust looked up her pink
winking hole.  I could tell she was not good at keeping it clean as it had
brown stains around it.  I shuddered at the close proximity to my nose.

   Two girls in the circle stood straight refusing to do more.  They were
Francis O'Banyan and Missy Ferguson.

   "I'll do no such disgusting thing".  Said Francis.

   "Neither will I" added Missy.

   Ms Oberstein did not angry or even raise an eyebrow.  She simply took
her pen and crossed off their names on her list.  "Get dressed and go home.
The three jobs are between you four remaining girls."

   There the four of us were looking up euach other's hole while our
friends dressed and left the building.  "You may stand normally now."
commanded Ms Oberstein.

   "Remember this job will give you a full education and 700 dollars to
your family in yearly installments.  There is one last test." Ms oberstein
lowereded her slacks and her skiviees standing with her large white ass
pointed toeard us.  She bent forward and grabbed her own ankles.

   "One at a time come forward.  Put your tongue up my asshole as deeply as
you can reach it in." she said.

   We all stared with shock and disbelief at the wide utterly disgusting
sight of her hairy naked purple winking anus.  "Come now.  I will take no
girl who refuses to do this order.  I'll find my quota in the next shanty
town."

   Constance stepped forward bending her face forward until her lips
contacted the ugly hairy hole.  She pushed her tongue deeply into the
sickening orifice, her eyes and nose squinting with revile.

   The other two girls and I looked at each other.  "There is no way under
heaven or earth." said Julie.  Come Sherry, let us dress and leave this
place of sinful shame!"

   Constance continued to push her tongue in and out of Ms Obersteins
asshole as the two of my friends quickly dressed, letting themselves out
the door.  "Lock it behind them." Ms Oberstein said to me, not wishing to
stop the tongue washing her ass was getting from young Constance.

   "You have the job".  She said to Constance, who stopped licking and
wiped her mouth repeatedly with her arm blushing beet red in shame.  "Now
then Alice Delaney, will you kiss my ass or will you go home?"

   I hesitated, not wanting to do such a thing, yet knowing it meant life
or death to my brother and Father who could not support me any longer if
they tried.

   Constance took my hand and lead me to the wide open hairy ass of Ms
Oberstein.  "Do it Alice.  Don't make me go there alone, at least we will
have each other as friends."

   I bent forward pushing out my tongue, pushing it into the ring of
disgusting pucker.  My mouth was in a place on a woman until tonight I had
never even seen.  It was disgusting beyond vile, it was humiliating beyond
embarrassment.  I found myself pushing my tongue in deeper and deeper,
wiggling it back and forth, in and out.  Something inside of me snapped.  I
found myself enjoying it.

   "Mmmmm!" moaned Ms Oberstein.  "You will earn a star on my report
Alice." She let me continue to lick her disgusting asshole and hairy butt
crack for what seemed like a very long time.  She put her hand to her quim
and began to touch herself.  Soon she was sweating and breathing very
heavily.  At last she moaned loudly and grabbed my head, forcing my face as
hard as she could into her butt crack.  I could not breath but continued to
lick her hole.  Panting heavily she released me and I collapsed naked on
the floor.

   Constance stood by me in great surprise.  "Are you all right Alice?"

   I nodded yes, but in truth I was flying on a private cloud of pleasure I
had never known before.  I wanted someone to do the same to me as I had
done to Ms.  Oberstein.  It was a pity I was too ashamed to ask it.

   As Constance and I dressed I felt deeply embarrassed that she had seen
me do such a disgusting thing with a woman.  "Please don't tell what you
saw." I whispered.

   "I won't tell if you don't." she said.  "I did the same thing only I did
it first."

   "Tell your parents they will receive $100 tomorrow, they will sign a
contract and you will go with me to the Estate of LesBass tomorrow at 8
am." stated Ms Oberstein.

   As I walked out into the darkness, my Father and Constance Father were
the only ones still waiting.  As we approached both came forward looking
both anxious and cold.  "What happened?" both fathers asked in unison.

   "We got the job." I answered.  We leave tomorrow at 8 am after you get
paid."

   "Yes Daddy." said Constance.  "We will get our education so long as we
are willing to do difficult works." She looked at me and I at her.  Little
did our Fathers know exactly what she was saying.

   We returned to our shack and my Father was of mixed emotions, knowing
that soon he would have more money than he ever dreamed of seeing at one
time, yet it meant that for seven years he would never see me and being
unable to read, writing letters seemed an unreliable solution to staying in
communication.  Thus he vowed that if he was alive in seven years I should
retuen and look for him and brother Farley, and if not, to visit his grave.
This I promised to do, while packing a small sack with my few tattered
clothes and personal items, none of which amounted to more than a tattered
family bible, a communion cross and rosary, a spare pair of shoes only to
be worn on Sundays.

   That night I slept fitfully and dreamed of large bare bottoms floating
in the air and myself running naked down a long dirt road attempting to
avoid them coming down and crushing me.  I awoke in a sweat as the first
daylight crpt through the cracks I n the wall next to my bed.  I rose,
fixed one last breakfast for my Father and brother who ate it solemnly
while discussing what could be done with any money's left over after paying
the debts to the Company Store.

   At eight am a knock at the door and Ms Oberstein was waiting on the
stoop.  In one hand she held a purse with five twenty dollar gold coins, in
the other a document my Father was to put his x at the bottom of.  Unable
to read he signed it without hesitation and accepted the coins with great
anticipation.

   Constance was already waiting in the carriage, which was a covered grey
painted enclosed coach with a groom riding above driving a team of 4 horses
in front of it.  We had rarely seen such a rich rig and to ride in one
seemed high praise of our future prospects.  The groom atop the carraige
was a thin woman about 35 dressed in warm furs and a beaver top hat, more
the style of male drivers in London or New York.

   I kissed my brother and Father goodbye and climbed in sitting next to
Constance on the satin padded seats that were without doubt the softest
materials ever to touch my skin to that time.  Ms Oberstein climbed in
behind me sitting opposite facing the two of us, who still sat close
together clutching each other out of apprehension of what was to come.  "Ms
Equine, drive on." Ms Oberstein tapped her cane against the roof of the
carriage as it lurched forward on the road out of shantytown.

   "Goodbye Stillwater." I whispered.  "I hope West Virginia is better to
me than you have been."

   All that day we lumbered along country roads bouncing and swaying in
that carriage.  Even though padded and with heavy springs to absorb the
bumps it was a slow and uncomfortable ride.  I much would have preferred to
walk or to ride a horse, but I was not asked my opinion. Ms Oberstein
remained silent watching out the window or quietly studying the two of us
with cold indifference.  Constance and I, afraid to speak also rode the day
without much conversation.  At noon we stopped to eat from provisions
carried in the carriage which included fried chicken, fresh carrots, baked
bread and a bottle of wine.  Neither Constance or I were at all used to
alcohol and the wine went to our heads.  Soon we were giggling and talking
nonsense to each other as young girls do, much to the annoyance of ms
Oberstein.  Back in the carriage she told us to take a nap or to remain
silent, but to stop the caterwauling.  By dusk we had covered some thirty
miles and were indeed worn out from the long day's ride.

   The carriage came to a stop at a roadside inn and the groom, Ms Equine
took the horses to stable while Ms Oberstein took Constance and myself into
the Inn to pay for lodgings and eat a warm meal.  The Inn was far fancier
than I was accustomed to, but by the standards of a rich traveler very
provincial and austere.  The Inn Keeper was a Fat one legged man on a
crutch who from the sound of his accent had been on the Southern side
during the war.  His long scraggy white hair and beard stank of corn
whiskey and he sat by the front door on a stool bellowing orders out to a
young girl about ten, a Negro child who did his bidding like a slave.

   "Sassy!  Bring the guests some stew!  Sassy, fetch more bread!  Sassy,
where is the wine?" He was always bellowing making our meal, which was not
badly cooked and at least had meat, far less appetizing.  He would slap her
on her butt as she passed and threaten her with the back of his hand if she
moved too slowly.

   "Damn nigras!" cursed the Innkeeper to us.  "Since the emancipation they
is worthless and lazy loafers.  She won't hardly work from sun up to
sundown much less do her night chores."

   Ms Oberstein looked at the child, dressed in dirty rags, thin and tired
from doing too much labor.  She spoke to the Innkeeper whos name was
Weevil.

   "Sir, I see that she is a freeman yet she behaves like a slave.  She is
not your daughter, so you must pay her a wage.  What may I ask is that
compensation?" Ms Oberstein took out her ledger book from her satchel.

   "Her Daddy is a Sharecropper down south of here in Tennessee.  He agreed
to take $50 and I would adopt her and bring her up as my own child, give
her a roof and teach her a living.  So far I think I was cheated.  She has
been here two years and ain't done ten dollars worth of work." replied
Weevil.

   "And she receives no wage of her own?  No education or formal training?"
asked Ms Oberstein.

   "She is a nigras.  She is too stupid to teach.  All she is good for is
to be a made or to clean stables." remarked Weevil with disdain.

   Ms.  Oberstein took out her pouch placing 100 dollars in gold coin on
the table.  "I am buying her contract.  Give me the address of her parents
and sign this document transferring her debt to me."

   Weevil looked at the huge sum of coin on the table, his mouth open in
surprise.  "Are you daft woman?  I just said she ain't worth 10 dollars. 
She is slow, disobedient and back talks constantly."

   "Then hire yourself a better man.  With that wage you could hire three
or four.  Take it or I will have lawyers here in a fortnight serving you
every writ you can imagine to make your life a living Hell." Ms Oberstein
said sharply.  "No doubt the child can testify of your unwanted advances on
her body.  That will go over well with your people will it not?"

   Weevil grabbed up the coin stuffing them in his coat pocket.  "No need
to threaten.  You can have the pest.  I will sign her over.  You are the
bigger fool for the bargain."

   "Sassy, come here." instructed Ms Oberstein.

   "Yessum?" said the child carrying a large tray of dirty bowls and cups.

   "You are now in my service.  Tonight come to my room for inspection and
a final test.  If you pass your parents will be awarded a yearly stipend
and you will receive a full education under the tutelage of the Countess
Fanny LesBass.  Do you understand?" Ms Oberstein advised as Weevil limped
away to hide his coins.

   "No mum." said Sassy.  "But if it means gettin' out of this shit hole I
will gladly kiss your ass every day and twice on Sundays."

   "You aren't as far from the truth as you imagine." snickered Constance.

   "Be in my room tonight at 8 o'clock." said Ms Oberstein." Ms Equine and
I will share one suite and the two girls the adjoining room.  You may sleep
with the girls after your test."

   MS Equine, who had been quietly eating a bowl of porridge looked up and
smiled.  "Don't worry girl.  The test is easy.  We all took it to get in
the Countesses employ.  It's a tradition."

   "Yes." I agreed.  "Sassy, Constance and I do look forward to you sharing
our bed.  Just do whatever they tell you and you will not regret it."

   Sassy smiled with a large row of brilliant white teeth.  "Thats the best
news I hear since I come to this place.  That Mr.  Weevil is a bastard."

   "So I noticed." smiled Ms Oberstein quietly.

   That night Constance and I slipped under the covers of our shared bed.
In the next room we heard the muffled conversation as Sassy was put to the
test that just the night before Constance and I had endured.  Curious we
crept to the adjoining door which had no key hole and placed ourr ears toit
to better hear the conversation.

   Ms Oberstein: Sassy, take off all of your clothing, I want to inspect
your body.
Sassy: What?  I aint no horse to be sized up for my thighs.
Ms Oberstein : Would you prefer I leave you behind here at the Misery

Inn?  Don't question what I tell you.  Do it.

   Sassy : Oh all right.  I ain't much to look at yet.  I got a big ass and
no tits."

   Ms Oberstein : I understand that.  Now turn around.  Good you have no
cancers or lesions and an attractive young body.

   Sassy : I'm stuck in it but I wish it was white instead of brown.  Life
ain't easy as a Negro."

   Ms Oberstein: Notice that Ms Equine has removed her knickers and is
presenting you her back.  She is bending over and touching her toes.  I
want you to stand behind her take the lobes of her ass and spread them,
then place you face as close as possible into the crack."

   Sassy: You two is one sick woman!  But I would do worse than that to get
out of here.  Gee what an ugly butt you have Ms Equine.  You is lucky you
ain't a horse and everybody see it like I am now.
Ms Oberstein: Very good Sassy.  Now I am baring my ass and touching my

ankles.  Put your tongue in my butthole as far as you can reach it.
Sassy: You are shitting me.
Ms Oberstein: No, at the moment I am accepting your reaming.  That is if

you want the job with the Countess.

   Sassy : What a way to make a living.  Uhh!  You got a hairy butt crack
and it stinks.  Your asshole is even uglier than Ms Equines.  Mmmmmph! 
Uhhhhhh!  Now then, are you satisfied?  I did it.

   Ms.  Oberstein.  Continue licking tell I tell you to stop.

   Sassy (grumbling to herself) Damn pervert white
women...mmmmmph....mmmpph...mmmph!

   Sassy continuesd to talk the entire time she had her tongue up Ms. 
Oberstein's butt, which was about ten minutes.

   Ms Oberstein : All right Sassy.  Get dressed and join Alice and Costance
in the next room.  You have secured yourself a job.

   Sassy: Damned right I secured it.  My tongue is long enough to lick my
eyebrows.  You ain't never been tongue fucked like that before!

   Ms Oberstein: I can see why they call you Sassy.  Have you a nightgown?

   Sassy: Hell no.  That Sonnabitch Weevil would not pay for such a luxury.
I sleep in my clothes on a sack of flour in the kitchen.
Ms Oberstein.  Take this extra gown of Ms Equine, it may be too long for
you but not too wide.  That is unless you prefer to sleep naked with Alice

and Constance.
Sassy: I'll borrah the gown if its all the same to you.
As the door joining our two rooms opened, Constance and I quick as a
flash jumped back in bed pretending we weren't eves dropping.  We pulled

the covers to our chins and closed our eyes in the darkened room.

   Sassy approached the bed and we opened our eyes smiling at her.

   "Move over sisters." Sassy said.  "I done pass the ass test and am a ho
likes the two of use."

   "Sassy," I said opening the covers "We are to be chambermaids, didn't
she tell you?"

   Sassy climbed in next to me and put her arm and leg over my body as
Constance did so from my right.  "Alice, if that is chambermaid work I am
the Queen of Sheeba.  Lucky for me I like a woman's pussy better than a
man's cock.  Weevil made sure of that.  So did my Daddy."

   "You sound very experienced." said Constance feeling up my leg closer
and closer to my quim.  "Aren't you a virgin?"

   "Girl, I fucked boys, men, woman an' girls.  I even had me a dog once
when Weevil made me do it."

   "A dog?" Constance was indeed shocked as I was more aroused at the
notion.  I felt Constance hand slide up and cup my slit and it became warm
and wet as she explored it with my fingers.

   Sassy's hand reached through my gown and cupped my naked breast which
was still just beginning to bud.  The sensitivity of my nipples however was
intense, and they immediately responded by becoming hard and erect.

   Sassy continued "Yeah, first I put the dog's dick in my mouth and it
pumped my face like I was his bitch.  Then Weevil had it mount my back and
stick it in my pussy.  Its dick wasn't long but hard as a bone and made a
knot at the end so I could not pull it out again.  The dog fucked me and
fucked me while that Bastard Weevil jerked his dick and watched."

   "My God!" I was becoming breathless at the mere thought of such
depravity.  My pussy was very warm and so wet it made slurping noises at
Constance fingered me in and out of it.

   "When that ole dog cummed in me the juice came slobbering out and ran
down my leg for two hours before it stopped.  I was sore for a week.  I
prayed to the Lord I don't have no bastard puppies and was lucky none
came." Sassy breathed hot and heavy in my ear as she spoke.

   "Oh Sassy!" I said with total wantonness.  "Please let me kiss your
bottom and your quim.  I am on fire with your stories!"

   "If you wants you can kiss'em" smiled Sassy.  "They ain't been washed
for a couple months."

   "I don't care!" I begged.  "I want my tongue up your bottom!"

   "Damn girl!  Hold your horses." Sassy climbed out of the covers hiking
up her gown over her head and tossing it on the floor.  "Had I known we was
suckin' each other off I wouldn't have bothered borrowin' it" she giggled.

   Climbing around she lowered her plump dark ass into my eager face.  I
could smell the muskiness of her bottom having sweat and gone unwashed for
a long time.  Eagerly I held open her cheeks seeking out her anus with my
tongue.  I drove it in deeply tasting the bitter clingings of old dried
shit, and greasy oils that formed in the crack.  I licked madly and
wantonly as Sassy began to moan and girate her ass into my mouth.

   By now Constance had pulled back the covers and lifted my gown.  She
busied herself licking up and down my soft slit finding a place at it's
pinnacle I learned later was called the clitoris.  She teased it with her
tongue and teeth as I shivered and trembled in untold ecstasy.  "Oh my
stars!" I moaned.  "I want your ass.  Give me your dirty ass in my face! 
Oh keep licking my quim.  I am on fire!"

   Thus I experienced my first orgasm, which lasted minutes?  Hours?  I
cannot say.  But it was beyond describing how much pleasure I felt.

   "Now it is my turn." said Constance wiping her mouth with her sleeve. 
Her face glistened in the moonlight with the wetness from my quim.  I rose
up and Sassly lay in my place.  "Alice, you let a wet spot in the bed.  You
get to sleep on it when we is done."

   Constance climbed atop of Sassy placing her quim directly over her mouth
nestling in like a hen over an egg.  Sassy stuck out her tongue and began
to lap at Constance's quim and indeed I have never seen so long and pointed
a tongue come out of a human being's mouth.  The girl must have been part
lizard.  Constance buried her own face in Sassy's quim and the two of them
licked face to quim face to quim in what they call a 69.  I, not wishing to
miss the fun leaned over Constance watching Sassy make expert work of her
mouth in the folds of pink wet flesh.  Constance winking asshole beckoned
me and I soon was drilling her butt with my tongue so deeply that my jaw
began to ache from thrusting so far in.

   Constance began to shake and quiver and at last to squeal like a girl of
six.  She bucked her quim back and fortth so hard that keeping my tongue up
her ass was difficult and I had to be satisfied licking up and down her
moving ass crack.  In the end she was panting as though she had run up a
mountain and laying back, her body coated in beads of sweat.

   I lay next to her, the two of us in a purple haze of pleasure.

   "Wait a minute white girls." Sassy warned.  "I ain't cum yet.  You gotta
finish me for you drift away to dreamland."

   "All right Sassy, what do you want?" said Constance touching her own
wetness.

   "You suck my ass and Alice my pussy." said Sassy.  "I will get on all
fours, Alice put her face between my legs from behind, and Constance over
my back can lick my butt from the top."

   We eagerly tried this new position and soon again were all hot and
excited at the slurping, the juices, the sacred private places in and
around our mouths.  Sassy came so hard in my face it was as though she was
pissing in my mouth.  At first this what I thought she had done.  As she
splattered me whimpering with pleasure I found my face running wet with the
juices of her quim.

   "You peed on me!" I said backing away.

   "No!" she huffed and puffed.  "That is my juice when I have my happy
moment.  It ain't pee, but it happens whenever I have good sex."

   "Oh." I said quietly.  "But if you wanted to pee in my mouth...I
wouldn't mind."

   "You are one twisted sister." Sassy laughed.  "I'll keep you in mind if
the chamber pot gets too full."

   We three slipped away into sleep lying naked in each other's arms, three
children learning the ways of adult womanhood, following a course of
freedom few women on this Earth ever know.

   Come morning we awoke to Ms Oberstein looking over our bed shaking us
awake.  "It is time we get on the road.  We have thirty more miles to
travel to reach our home.  I see the three of you lost no time discovering
the possibilities of community sleeping.  I hope you had a good time."

   We climbed out of bed naked into the cold morning air, (the room was
unheated) and quickly slipped into our traveling clothes.  Without Sassy to
make breakfast for the Inn, we decided to skip formalities and leave before
Weevil woke up from his previous night's drunken stupor to realize the main
energy that ran his business was leaving shop.  Having left over bread and
cheese from the previous days basket we ate on the road as we bumped along
into the Blue Ridge mountains of West Virginia ever nearer our destination.
By mid day we reached the small town of Lumber West Virginia, the nearest
town to the LesBass Farm, which was still another 15 miles into the
wilderness.

   Lumber was a Mill town that supplied building material for the mines
North in Pennsylvania and along the Blue Ridge. It was a small frontier
town of about 500 people, with two stores, a church and a boarding
house/eatery for the mill workers.  The carriage pulled in to the eatery
just as the Mill was letting it's workers out for a noon lunch break.  The
men of the mill seemed strangely unfriendly to Ms Oberstein and Ms Equine,
neither speaking directly to them nor offering them a friendly small town
greeting.  We sat at one table, the mill workers at the other four with
little or no communication.

   As we ate our bread and sausages I asked Ms Oberstein why these townfolk
seemed so unfriendly.  She spoke quietly so as not to be overheard to me.

   This town is the closest one to The Countesses Horse farm.  There is a
Minister named Jeremiah Chastity in the local church who disapproves of the
nature of the Ranch, that it has no men working there, that we live a
lifestyle outside what is approved by the Baptist Church.  He has riled the
local people against us.  We do business with them, but they make it clear
they disapprove of us." explained Ms Oberstein.

   "What has the Minister got against us?" asked Sassy.  "Seems if you is
15 miles away you can't cause much trouble here."

   "There are rumors that the women and girls who live on the farm are
Lesbian." said Ms Equine.

   "What is a lesbian?" I asked.

   "Well, it's a woman who likes girls instead of boys to sleep with." said
Ms Oberstein.

   "Why would a Preacher dislike that?" asked Constance.  "Our priest
always stressed we should avoid boys lying or sleeping with us.  He made a
big deal about it several times."

   "Trust me on this one." Said Ms Oberstein "What men want you to do is
more akin to what Mr.  Weevil forced Sassy to do.  Our Farm is a haven for
women against the evil world of men and phalluses."

   I didn't understand what a lesbian or a phallus was, but it impressed me
I was indeed fortunate not to be treated to the barbarity of another Mr
Weevil, thus I was more determined than ever to find a place in my new
world.

   We drove on the afternoon and late about 6 pm finally arrived over a
mountain that overlooked a valley where the Farm of Countess Fanny LesBass
lay.  A green field well manicured topiary and lines of majestic trees
forming an archway over the road onto the property.  The main gate was made
of iron with an arch high enough for the carriage to easily pass under.  A
long split rail fence bordered the property with the nearby woodlands.  A
manor house with tall Greek Columns sat in a field some mile from the main
gate, surrounded with flower gardens, sculptures and well groomed
shrubberies.

   The green grassy fields had dozens of horses grazing in the late spring
day's sun and the entire place seemed so serine I was immediately heartened
as to my good fortune to find myself in such a setting.

   As we pulled up the carriage circle to the main entry we were greeted by
several uniformed girls about out age, as young as 10 as old as 12 all
wearing a flowing white skirt, an apron and a cloth cap similar to a
sleeping cap for women to keep their hair in place.  As the cab door opened
I was greeted by a strange looking dark haired girl with very white skin
and strange eyes as dark as lumps of coal.  Later I was to learn she was
Japanese, a country I had never even heard of.

   "Yuki, take the luggage." commanded Ms Oberstein.  The child gave a deep
bow and proceeded to the rear of the coach to fetch the baggage. 
Constance, Sassy and I stepped from the coach into the evening air.  It was
already cooling off and our appetite for supper was keen and present. 
Several girls of other nationalities whispered to each other from the front
step of the house, no doubt as curious about we new comers as we were about
this place.  I observed a German, a Frenchgirl, an Italian, an Indian from
the American west, and a Spanish from the far South among those who wore
the uniform of some type of housekeeper awaiting our arrival.  Whoever this
Countess LesBass was, she liked a lot of different races of servants.

   The coach lurched away driven by Ms Equine to the stables to unharness
and feed the horses.  Ms Oberstein looked back from the steps.  "Well
children, will you follow me into your new home or stand on the lawn like
ornament?"

   Sassy, Constance and I followed her into the large double doorway into a
hall of magnificent marble floors, sweeping mahogany staircase with plush
red carpet, and paining adorning every wall and gilded gold leaf panel. 
The first thing I noticed was all the paintings were of young girls about
my age, and the second, none wore clothing, or if they did, were partially
nude, often showing the lower half of their body in open and provocative
poses.  In one such painting, the girl Yuki I recognized had no pantaloons,
was opening her legs and clearly all of her private parts were displayed as
she held them open with her fingers.  Even her anus was displayed in the
painting in exacting detail.  I studied it holding my hand to my breast. 
"Oh my!" I said to myself.  "To be so publicly displayed in a painting must
be rather embarrassing."

   Yuki, the Japanese girl in the painting came down stairs having put away
our luggage, seeing me looking at her portrait.

   "Our Mistress likes to paint our picture." she commented.  "She like it
for us to wear nothing here." She gestured toward the lower half of her
body.

   "You are very beautiful." I smiled.  I pointed to her head, then her
lower quarters "both here and here."

   "You may kiss me if you like." said Suki.

   "Where, on your mouth?" I asked.

   "There too." smiled the Japanese girl giving a little bow.

   "Yuki, take these girls to the common quarters and show them their
bunks." Ms Oberstein instructed.  "Then find them some uniforms and bathe
them before Dinner."

   "This would be my pleasure." Yuki gave a deep bow.  Turning to me she
smiled "Please to cum after Yuki to the Commons." Constance took Sassy's
arm and I Yuki's as we assended the lonf curved staircase leading to the
mansion's second level.  Along a wide gold leaf covered hallway we passed
several rooms of spendor in furnishing and decor.  We came to a lesser
decorated room containing some 20 beds, 10 to the left ten to the right. 
At the foot of each was a locker, a simple chest for which to place one's
personal things.  The beds were neatly made and a row of windows to the
left behind those beds let in ample air and light to make the room most
cheerful.

   "Here each bed is assigned two girls, sometimes three if we are
overstaffed.  " gestured Yuki.  "If You please, the Negras and your friend
may take this bunk."

   "That is Sassy and Constance.  My name is Alice." I curtsied.  "And
where am I to sleep?"

   "In the bed next to it with me." smiled Yuki.  "Of course we often find
it amusing to switch bunk mates as our wishes dictate.  Here we believe in
exploring freely.  It is discouraged from developing any jealous
attachments to any one person."

   "And what of the night time calling to nature?  Where do you keep the
chamber pots?  I don't see one under any of the bunks." said Sassy.

   Yuki pulled on a handle on the foot of the bed and an extension rolled
out over the chest at the over the chest extending the mattress length some
two feet.  A large ceramic bowl was set into the extra mattress section
that rested itself upon the locker.  "Her is the chamber pot.  Note it is
set into the bed itself."

   "How very odd." said Constance.  "Why not just keep a pot under the bed
as is traditional?"

   "Nothing here is traditional." giggled Yuki.  "You will learn.  Now,
come to the bathroom where you all with refresh yourselves." We followed
Yuki out of the other end of the Commons down a narrow staircase two
flights, so that now we were below ground level in a basement structure.

   It was warm and humid, dimly lit and the entire room made from cut
stone. Several small pools were set into the flooring and a large pool with
steam rising from it was the centerpiece to the room.  There were benches
at the edge of the pools, and stairs that allowed one to easily sink into
the waters.  Already bathing in the large pool were several girls clinging
to each other, lathering each other with sponges, or what appeared to be
petting and kissing much as I had done last night with my bed mates.

   Sassy needed no second invitation and was already naked and pulling
Constance into the water, still half clothed.  I took my time and modestly
disrobed though I could feel Yuki's eyes on me taking in each new
discovery. Soon I too was nude and Yuki seemed inclined to join us so that
the four of us were washing each other, exploring each other, and making
bath time far more fun than it ever had been in my life.

   Yuki's hands were soft and worked the flesh of my body in strange ways
she called massage.  When she kissed me on my mouth our tongues intertwined
and our breathing became fast and erratic.  "We must wait." Yuki warned. 
"Now is the time for Supper.  Later when we go to bed we can finish what we
have started in the bath."

   We found clothing laid out for us on a bench as all the girls who had
been bathing hurried to dress before the Supper bell called them as tardy
to the table.  It was a feast for the eyes seeing so many named clean
bodies, perfect in God's creation before my eyes.  I vowed then and there
to sleep with each and every one of them and know them intimately. 
Following the group we assended the stairs to the kitchens on the main
floor.  There we found other young girls working the stoves, with an older
woman named Molly Brisket as the head chef.  She was a plump Rosie faced
woman with a friendly disposition, but gave orders at the speed of a
woodpecker to the various younger cooks tending the meal.

   We traveled through the kitchen to the wait station where trays awaited
us to carry to the main hall.  The food was a simple fair of partridges,
broth, salad, boiled turnips, and bread.  There was a peach cobbler as a
dessert, and ample quantities of each to feed the 50 place settings at the
table.  The place settings as well were not ornate but on simple white
crockery with pewter spoons and forks.  This was the servant's table, a
meal not taken with the management of the Farm.  The Countess and the older
women dined separately and later on in a smaller setting a drawing room
away.

   After serving the table we all took a chair as the eldest girl at the
head of the table stood.  I was later to learn her name was Shelly
Creamery. She had lived here almost 7 years and was now "Head Chamber
maid". She was 19 years old.  "We have three new girls with us, please take
time to introduce yourselves when you can.  They are Sassy Jackson,
Constance Guest and Alice Delaney.  Girls, please stand."

   We three stood as we received a polite round of applause from the our
new mates.  We sat down and ate a lovely dinner, wearing our new
Chambermaid third class uniforms.  "What does one do from dinner to
bedtime?" I enquired of Yuki in the course of dinner conversation.

   "Many of us go to the commons to study, or to the Library to be with the
Countess who enjoys parlor games in which we participate." said Yuki.

   "Parlor games?  What are those?" I asked having never heard of such
things in Pennsylvania.

   "Games designed to give pleasure of course.  My favorite is blind girl's
kiss." said Yuki.  "You shall see."

   After dinner I was shown some of my duties which included changing
bedding linens, and dusting furniture in the 50 rooms that made up the
mansion.  Other young maids bustled here and there carrying laundry or
those trays that were odd looking chamber pots attached to all of the beds
in the sleeping quarters.  Those had to be taken to the sewer, which was a
deep pit in the back yard with a wooden cover over it.  The "Well of
Sewage" was some 200 yards from the house to keep the smell down even when
the wind blew the wrong direction.  A line of girls did the job, but seemed
to smile as though it was not in the least disagreeable.  It seemed no job,
no matter how low in this place was done with a heavy heart.

   By 8:30 the elders had eaten, the dishes cleared away and all the girls
wishing it had gathered in the Library where the Countess kept court,
so-to-speak.  It was my first chance to meet my benefactor, so Yuki took me
there after my evening chores were done.  The Library had a large hearth
with a merry fire, an overstuffed high back chair in which the Countess
reigned.  On the walls were rows and rows of hard bound books.  There were
tables and lamps for reading and a large Polar Bear fur on the floor in
which one might comfortably recline.  Sitting around the feet of the
countess several younger girls of about 8 or nine stroked her legs.  The
girls sat at the tables near by listening as Fanny read from a book to
them, something of a bed time story.

   "Sleep, darling I have a small daughter called Cleis, who is like a
golden flower.  I wouldn't take all Croesus' kingdom with love thrown in
for her.  Don't ask me what to wear I have no embroidered headband from
Sardis to give you, Cleis, such as I wore and my mother always said that in
herday a purple ribbon looped in the hair was thought to be high style
indeed but we were dark: a girl whose hair is yellower than torchlight
should wear no headdress but fresh flowers." the Countess read aloud. 
"That my children is by the poet Sappho, a woman who lived on the Isle of
Lesbos some 2500 years ago.  She is an inspiration to our way of life. 
Learn her verses and learn her ways."

   The Countess now arose smiling.  "Who wishes to play a game before bed
time?"

   All the children in the room raised their hands shouting "Me!  Me!"

   "Good!" smiled the Countess Fanny.  "The game we shall play is called
fresh flowers.  Who wishes to be the flower, and who shall be the
hummingbird?"

   Two of the little girls at the Countesses feet were first to volunteer.
They were no older than 8 or 9 and looked to be twin sisters, both with jet
black hair, probably Italian in ancestors.

   "Very good Asha and Sasha.  I love it when sisters let us watch this
game.  Sasha, you shall be the flower, so lay back upon the rug and raise
your legs into the air, standing on your shoulders as you were taught in
Woman's Eros Class.  Allow your skirt to fall down around your waist."

   The small girl braced herself with her elbows lifting her legs up into
the air, presumably to copy a plant as it shoots forth from the Earth.  Her
wide skirt fell toward her chest leaving her legs bare, and her pantiloons
raised high for all to see.

   "Now then, you Asha, are the hummingbird.  Fly in and examine the
flower. It has not opened yet.  Help her by removing the bud around her
pedals." continued Countess Fanny in her narrative.

   Little Sasha pretended to fly around her sister taking hold of the
pantiloons and pulling them up off of her legs, leaving the child naked
from the waist to the top of her stockings and shoes.  We all got a full
view of her under-aged quim, and her splendid tiny white ass as they waved
about on her gymnastic pose.

   Asha now began to widen her legs as though her pedals were blooming,
opened as wide as possible the pink gash between her legs.  I looked about
and saw several young girls in the room grouping to another and placing
their hands under their partners skirt upon a waiting quim.  Sasha circled
her sister then kneeled behind her opened still further the little girl's
crack with her hands.  Bending forward she began a long slow lick, starting
on her sister's anus slowly up to the groove to the clitoris, then back
down again.  Asha began to moan as her sister again and again darted her
tongue up and down the open folds of little girl flesh.

   "Quite nice." smiled Fanny watching from her chair.  A third little girl
was now between the old woman's legs helping her to lower her own
pantiloons exposing the older woman's considerably hairy vagina.  As soon
as Fanny was free of her panties, the little girl began licking Fanny's
quim with great enthusiasm and love.  This went on for some time as more
and more girls in the room joined in, taking off their friend's panties,
then sucking her pussy and ass with utter abandon.  Moaning and whimpering
could be heard though in hushed tones as though trying to maintain the
quiet of the Library study.

   I felt Yuki place her hands around my waist and up my dress.  I felt my
own panties slip to the floor as I stepped out of them.  Sitting back my I
raised my skirt as other's were doing and Yuki took her place between my
open legs.  Yuki started with my butt, sticking her tongue deep inside the
hole there, toying with it, then proceeded up to my clitoris where by now I
was again on fire with carnal desires.

   "Now then girls, Sasha and Asha will show us how the hummingbird
collects her nectar from the flower.  Please show us now." said Countess
Fanny holding a child's bobbing face between her own legs.

   Asha began to push and a spray of urine squirted up from her like a
fountain, splattering several of us nearby, and drenching her sister's face
who was holding open her mouth attempting to catch it.

   "Oh my!" I whispered to Yuki.  "Did that little girl just pee in her
sister's mouth?"

   Yuki replied with a nod and smiled.  "You too Alice.  Give me your
nectar."

   All around the room I could hear the sound of squirts and saw streams of
spray shooting out, sometimes landing in a girls mouth or splattering her
face, others missing and drenching those in close range near by.  The
children were all using their lover's mouths as chamber pots much to my
utter surprise.

   "Come" whispered Yuki.  "Do not deny me.  Give it too me now or I shall
lose face."

   Though I was quite embarrassed to do so in public, I began to pee right
into the beautiful Japanese girl's mouth and she to swallow it as if it
were sarsparilla.  She licked me despite my steady stream and I felt truly
it does not get any more wanton than this.

   Countess Fanny as well began to release a wide yellow stream into the 8
year old's mouth who was licking her hairy vagina.  It was very much more a
torrent than my own release, thus the child from the top of her head all
the way to her stocking feet was soaked in urine.  None the less the little
girl continued to lick her Mistress without the slightest sign of
discomfort or disgust.

   "No wonder she need so many maids here." I thought to myself.  "If this
goes on with regularity, every room must need a daily sanitation."

   AS girl after girl in the room began to orgasm, I too felt the shudder
of a great electric pleasure run up my spine and down again to Yuki's ever
probing tongue.  I longed to get her ass in my face and to explore her anus
until my jaw hurt from forcing my tongue inside her.  I even hoped her
bottom would be dirty, and that I would taste her shit as I had with Sassy
the night before.

   As Countess Fanny began to orgasm, she shuttered and held tight to the
little girl's head, smearing her pee and milky emissions all over the
wanton child's face.  The little girl didn't seem to mind and was even
proud of it as she stood, with driblets of cum dangling from her chin like
obscene icicles.  She grinned and announced "I made Aunt Fanny nectar my
mouth!" and giggled like a happy little girl.

   "Indeed child, you did it as well as any big girl." smiled Fanny.  Now
give your aunt Fanny a kiss, and you all off to bed.  Tomorrow is a school
day you know."

   "Aw" came a collective sigh of protest.  "Can't we stay up a little
longer?"

   "No." answered Fanny.  "But tomorrow is Friday and you know what game I
like best them!"

   "Oh goodie!" said the little girl with the cum on her chin.  "Can I play
this time?  Me and Sasha and Asha have been practicing."

   "It is a game for older girls who have had lots of practice in Women's
Ero training." Fanny replied.

   "Oh please, pretty please!" Saha and Asha had joined in the group
begging.

   "I shall consider it, but no promises." answered Fanny.

   Yuki took me again to the basement where I had the second bath in one
day, and we changed into full length night gowns made of gossamer that did
little to hide our bodies beneath.  There we found Sassy and Constance who
had returned to the bath after dinner and had been making love ever sinse.
They both looked exhausted by the time we arrived, and also rather wrinkled
from spending so much time in the hot pool.  Others who had "Played" in the
Library came to join us for another quick dip and soon some thirty youthful
girls were rubbing up and feeling one another in the hot waters.

   "Does Countess Fanny ever come here to bathe?" I asked, an ass of an
unknown girl in each hand I was exploring.

   "She has her own tub in her room." answered Yuki.  "We call her Aunt
Fanny.  It is what she prefers."

   "I would love to kiss Aunt Fanny's Fanny." I giggled.  "Is her fanny as
hairy as her quim?"

   "More so." laughed Yuki.  "She will get to you soon enough.  Perhaps
tomorrow in the garden during class recess."

   We all retired to our beds, some forty girls all in sheer nightgowns,
two to a bed as Ms Oberstein saw that we were in place and blew out the
lamps.  In the dark Yuki, who had not yet had her turn was quick to resume
our love making.  I looked around in the dark and found all the young woemn
in the room were in various poses of sex, by far the most common was the
69. Moaning and whimpering, giggles and panting filled the air like noises
on a jungle night.  Placing my head between Yuki's legs I began to taste
her quim, then to drill her ass.  I found I like licking ass far more than
quim, and often have taught my fingers to do the greater work while my
mouth concentrates on the purple pucker.  Yuki seemed to have no argument
with this and gladly accepted my tongue up her willing asshole for many an
hour that night.  She liked it being licked almost as much as I enjoyed
licking it.

   The next morning I awoke with a great need to pee again.  I noticed that
there was a peculiar way my room mates handled this morning task.  They
would extend the bed so that the built in chamber pot was exposed at the
foot, then a girl would lie back with her head in the pot while her bed
mate squatted over her face, peeing again in her mouth.  What she could she
swallowed but it being far more pungent in taste more of it ran down the
face into the receptacle below.

   "Am I to allow you to pee in my mouth?" I asked Yuki, looking a little
worried at the prospect.

   "You and your friends are new here.  It is not expected of you at first.
In time this and more will be expected.  For now I can simply use the pot
if you like." answered Yuki.

   "What if I just let you pee in my face but kept my mouth closed?" I
suggested as a beginning compromise.

   "That would be a wonderful start and gladden my heart." Yuki gave me a
hug and kiss.  I placed my head at the foot of the bed over the pot as Yuki
squatted in my face, "Are you ready Alice?"

   "Yes.: I answered, my heart racing and my eyes and mouth clinched
tightly closed.  I felt the pungent smelling urine hit my face like a hot
rain, running into my hair and over my skin.  It smelled strong, but felt
somewhat soothing in a strange way.  The last little squirt she made I
opened my mouth in curiosity.  It did not make me wretch as I suspected,
but tasted somewhat like ammonia smells.  I did not swallow, but kept a
mouthful as long as possible before spitting it out over my face.
Rising up I found I had an audience of nearby bunkmates all watching my

virgin christening.

   "Alice just had her baby shower." laughed Laura, a curly haired girl 3
bunks down.  The girls in the room went about their business and soon many
at one time were peeing in their bunkmate's faces on similar chamber pots
built into their own beds.  Alice took her place over Yuki's face in a
squat and following the lead behavior of the room, began to tinkle in her
girl friend's mouth.  Yuki swallowed it with great enthusiasm and hardly
lost a drop of it down the sides of her face.  "Thank you." smiled Yuki. 
"Your pee is better that tea."

   All the girls headed down the stairs to wash, ate another breakfast in
the main hall with sausage eggs and biscuits, then headed to morning
classes or to work.  Thes school was set up into morning and afternoon
sessions.  Beginning students through 6th grade attended morning class
while advanced students went in the afternoon session at 1 pm.  Both groups
met just before dinner for a class called Feminine Eros, which was by far
my favorite class.  But more about it later...

   My new classroom looked like a traditional school room with a large
slate board in the front, the teacher's desk in front of rows of writing
desks and benches where we sat next to each other in about a dozen rows. 
There was a flag of the Unioun by the door, and portraits of George
Washington and an unknown woman I was later to learn was Dolly Madison, our
First Lady at the time of the British Invasion of 1812.  There was a pot
belly stove to keep the room warm in Winter, and many large windows for
cooling in Summer.  Unlike schools in the rest of the country, there was no
break for Harvest and we went year round.

   We took our seats and chattered playfully while waiting the arrival of
our Teacher.  I sat next to Sassy and Constance as we all three were
beginning students.  Yuki was an advanced student and attended afternoon
classes.  Sassy grinned widely and could barely contain her glee, having
dreamed of learning to read all her life.

   Constance was less concerned with learning reading and writing, but had
a keen interest in running a business some day, thus wanted to know adding
and subtracting for the store she hoped to one day own.

   Most of the students in the class were younger than ourselves.  Sasha
and Asha for example were 1st year reader, second year arithmetic.  Others
included Jolinda aged nine a West Virginia Hills native, Maria aged ten of
Milan Italy, Cecily aged seven a former flower girl from the streets of
London, Brunhilda aged eight of Bavaria, and Laying Dove aged eleven, a
Cherokee Princess from Georgia..  Total class members numbered 22 girls of
the 50 on staff.

   Our Teacher entered the classroom, looking to be quite young for a
teacher and not at all stuffy and strict as most teachers in the outside
world.  Miss Lipscomb was no more than 24 with a beautiful smile that won
many an admirer among the girls of her class.  She had long brown hair she
wore down around her shoulders and hailed from Virginia where she had
studied at Mary Washington College before accepting the position here as
tutor.

   "I see we have three new students with us this morning." She began.  We
will gicve them our help in catching up with the beginning readers.  Pass
them these books and we will follow along together.  Cecily, please turn to
page 13 and read aloud."

   I was handed an illustrated primer called "The Woman and Girl's First
Reader by F.LesBass".  At the time I could not read the cover, but was
impressed with the brightly colored pictures that graced each page.

   Cecily stood and read while I looked at the pictures wide eyed and
fascinated.  "Eve and Lilith were sisters in Eden.  Adam was their
bro..bro..."

   "Brother." said Miss Lipscomb.  "Go on..."

   Cecily continued.  " Lilith was the big sister.  Eve was the small
sister.  They liked to play every day in Eden and sleep in the same bed at
night."

   "Very good Cecily.  "Brunhilda, please continue."

   Brunhilda was a blond girl a little bit plump but not unpleasantly so.
She had a heavy German accent when she spoke english.  "Ze two zisters took
a bath and washed each other.  Eve like to kiss Lilith on her
bot...bott...vas ist das werd?"

   "Bottom." corrected Miss Lipscomb.  "Lilith liked to kiss Eve on her
vagina and Eve liked to kiss Lilith on her bottom.  Can anyone tell me what
is a vagina?"

   Several hands rose up.  "Yes Asha." said the Teacher.

   "It's the place between my legs that I pee on my sister!" Asha smiled.
"I like to lick her bagina too.  Its fun."

   "That is right class.  In the beginning God created man and woman.  Man
was Adam, Woman was Lilith.  But Lilith refused to sleep with Adam or obey
him.  She chose instead to sleep with angels and demons and learned sex
from them.  Adam in his desire for sex asked God for a new woman and God
created Eve.  But Lilith attracted Eve first, teaching her about sex.  When
Eve saw the apple the snake easily tempted her because it was shaped like
Lilith's ass, which Eve enjoyed kissing.  Thus she ate of the apple and
became lustful of Adam as it was poison to innocence.  Since then all women
have been the slaves to men.  All that is, except the daughters of Lilith.
And we my sisters, are the Daughters of Lilith." Miss Lipscomb explained
the reading lesson to its full message.

   "Funny I never heared of Lilith befo this." said Sassy.  "How come it's
a secret?"

   "The men who teach you in church know about Lilith and call her a demon
and succubus and other evil things.  They fear women's power and Lilith is
the symbol of woman refusing subservience to men." answered Miss Lipscomb.
"Here you will learn what the world would be like had Lilith and Eve been a
couple instead of Adam and Eve."

   I marveled at the thought that I didn't have to be a frozen starved
woman living in a shack at the mercy of my husband's drinking and an early
death from child bearing or consumption. Such liberating moments in a girls
thought development are life changing.  I vowed to take on this new
philosophy like a tuna bites a silver hook, right up to my gills.

   We studied till noon at abcs and 123s and had our break for lunch.  The
rest of the afternoon I was to work my job changing linens, scrubbing
carpets and floors, emptying chamber pots or whatever chore was assigned me
by the head Maid.  There was a brief respite directly after the noon meal
where I had time to myself know as recess.  I could read in the library,
take a quick dip in the bath, or wander the grounds admiring the topiary.
That first day I chose the grounds for the early April sunshine had brought
forth the most delicious variety of crocuses, daffodils and tulips to the
gardens and they were in brilliant mid bloom.

   Other young ladies walked hand in hand, kissed under trees on the lawn,
or were on a swing with their lover working between their legs or at their
bottom with tongue and finger.  I found it liberating that one could openly
make love here and no one shouted "SIN!" or was shocked at the public
display of a private act.  These were the yokes of oppression given us by
the male sex, to keep us in servitude and away from our true calling at
Lilith's rear end.

   It was during my walk I first soke in private to the great lady herself,
the Countess Fanny LesBass.  She was out admiring the flowers and watching
the young girls make love when I chanced to meet her on the primrose path.
"Good afternoon." she said to me with a sweet smile and a nod of her head.

   I curtsied and said "Mam!" in a formal fashion in return as was my
station.

   "You are the new girl Alice from Pennsylvania." said fanny looking me
over like a new marble in her sock collection.  "Quite attractive.  Come,
walk with me Alice."

   "Yessum!" I curtsied again and took up a gate of travel along side her.
"Thank you mum!"

   "You may call me Aunt Fanny." she said.  "All the girls do.  How do you
like your new home?"

   "It is wonderful mam, er Aunt Fanny." I said.  "I have learned ever so
much and taken on some hobbies of extreme interest."

   "What is that hobby you hold so dear you have newly discovered? 
Reading? Perhaps gardening?" Fanny asked.

   "No Aunt Fanny." I blushed.  "It is kissing other girl's bottoms."

   "Oh indeed?" lauhged Aunt Fanny.  "Why that too is my favorite hobby.  I
have in my lifetime engaged in it thousands of times with hundreds of
girls."

   "So far I have only kissed 4, but I found each to be more satisfying
than the last." I beamed proudly.

   ."Perhaps you would allow me to be number five." said Fanny lifting her
full length dress.  "You may lower my bloomers if you like and kiss my
bottom if you like."

   "Oh that would be lovely!" I almost squealed with excitement.

   "Take care not to get my pantiloons in the dirt, Lower them just to my
knees and you may kneel behind me." smiled Aunt Fanny sweetly.

   She bent forward as I took them in either hand slowly letting the
pantiloons down to her knees.  Before me was an ass as white as alabaster
but with a considerable growth of hair in and about the crack becoming
thicker as it ran down between her legs.  As I had seem her pussy last
night I was indeed impressed to find her ass almost as hairy as I had
witnessed as she peed on the little girl in the library.

   She took her gloved hands and opened the cheeks for me as I traced the
crack with my naked finger searching for her anus.  As I found it I pushed
it in slightly, putting my finger to my mouth for a sample taste.  Hers was
the sweetest asshole I ever probed, and quickly I found myself with my face
buried deep between her white pillowy mounds.  The hairs tickled my nose
and some dislodged sticking to my tongue.  In future sessions when allowed
to suck her asshole I often counted them after as I took them out of my
mouth and collected them in a heart shaped locket I carried round my neck.
The locket was a gift from Aunt Fanny on my birthday.  I still have it
today.  On one side her portrait, on the other a collection of more than
two hundred hairs from her butt crack that I collected out of my mouth
after analingus sessions..

   The girls out for similar pleasure in the sunshine soon gathered around,
as watching Aunt Fanny get reamed was indeed everyone's second favorite
pass time.  The only better one was to be honored to lick her ass yourself.

   Aunt Fanny thanked me, pressed a silver dime into my hand and
straightened her pantiloons.  "Alice, you will come to pose for a portrait
for me next week.  You will be excused from your chores during the
sittings. I think I will pose you with your legs open sitting forward and a
nice Victorian dress and buckle shoes.  No panties of course."

   "Oh that would be wonderful!" I gushed.  "Will it be like Yuki's
portrait?"

   "Yes." smiled Fanny.  "I hang them all in the front Guest room or in my
special boudoir on the third floor.  I have painted some 300 girls over the
years in various erotic poses."

   "I should love to see your collection." I smiled.

   "And so you shall." smiled Fanny.  "But tonight you don't want to miss
the games in the library.  You might say they are right up your alley."

   "I am off to work now Aunt Fanny." I curtsied.  "Than you again for the
treat."

   The other girls gathered around me and congratulated me on my swift rise
to Fanny's attentions.  "To get a portrait commissioned after only 2 days?
That's a new record." said Yuki smiling sweetly.  Let us do our chores
before Eros class at 5 o'clock.  I believe Miss Lipscomb is teaching us
about douches."

   "What is a douche?" I wondered as I carried arm loads of soiled sheets.

   "It will be a surprise for you." smiled Yuki.

   At 5 pm all 49 girls who were in the education program met in the class
room, crowding together 4 to a bench.  At the front of the class were
several wooden buckets with water, and several bags hanging from a metal
pole with a hose descending into a bucket.  Miss Lipscomb was sitting at
her desk looking prim and proper, smiling as we filed into the room.  "Take
a seat anywhere you can find it." she pointed to the rapidly filling
benches.  Once we were all present she took the chalk and wrote two words
on the board.  Of course as yet I couldn't read, but she explained what
they were in her lecture.  "Today class we learn to use the douche bag,
which can also be used for enemas"...and she underlined the word.  "Many of
you will go on to employment under wealthy Matrons in New York, Paris and
London as personal body servants or chamber maids.  As you know we have a
placement service that Countess LesBass manages to help our graduating
girls find employment.  She likes to find positions for you with like
minded women to ourselves of course.  She guarantees at the very least her
girls will have no interest in seducing the man of the house.  The woman of
the house may take advantage or not, depending on her disposition.  That
being the case, smelling good and being clean is a must for most wealthy
employers.  The Douche bag helps you achieve this end."

   Hormones that Miss Lipscomb then took off her skirt and removed her
underwear sitting back on the desk giving the room an eye full of her
lovely unshaven puberty triangle.  She opened her legs as she spoke.  "May
I have a volunteer?" The entire class raised their hands, some girls both
hands.

   "Constance, you are a new girl, you come forward please." Miss Lipscomb
looked at my friend with a seductive smile.  Constance quickly made her way
to the head of the class, giggling with anticipation and hopping on her
heels with her hands clasped.  "Constance, please lean forward and give my
vagina a nice big lick.  Suck the juice out of it and get a really good
taste."

   The twelve year old didn't have to be invited twice.  She had her face
buried in that forest faster than a rabbit in a briar thicket.  After
sucking and slurping for about three minutes Constance was encouraged to
break off her sampling.  "That is very good Constance.  You certainly won't
need encouragement in this class.  Now then, what did you taste?"

   Constance now dripping from her chin and shiny faced smiled as she stood
and spoke "I tasted a bit of iron, salt, a strong woman taste...it was
delicious actually."

   "Yes, well unwashed vagina has sweat, blood and urine in it that put off
some ladies of refinement.  Personally I prefer the natural taste.  But now
let us douche my vagina.  Take the hose, point it up my pussy and open the
clamp at the bottom of the bag.  Inside the bag are scented oils, potporri
and flavored waters designed to clean and deodorize."

   Constance washed Miss Lipscom's vagina and allowed the water to drain
into the bucket.  After sever rinses Miss Lipscomb again spoke.  "Now the
Constance, lick me again and compare the taste."

   Constance eagerly complied making yummy mmmmm noises as she licked lout
teacher's vaginal slit.  She arose once more her face glistening in wet
juices.  "It tastes a bit like potpourri smells." she said.  "Its good this
way, but I think I prefer the natural taste."

   Miss Lipscomb smiled blushing slightly.  "Many younger women do.  Older
more refined ladies express a distress for the natural musky smells and
flavors produced there.  Regardless you will have it if your future
employer demands it.  So pick a partner girls and give each other a taste,
then a douche then a second taste."

   I chose for my partner a girl named Sally who tapped my shoulder as soon
as Miss Lipscomb finished speaking.  "I'd like to be your partner." Sally
said.  "If your friend Yuki here doesn't mind."

   "Its fine by me." said Yuki.  "I can lick any woman in the house."

   We giggled at the expression being used under this context.

   Sally quickly kicked off her knickers and lay back on my desk spreading
open her legs for my inspection.  Sally was an older girl of 14 and already
had a well grown crop of pubic hair, unlike my own which was only a couple
or three sole hairs on a barren hill.  Even from a distance of three feet
Sally smelled "musty" as Miss Lispscomb had put it.  Her pussy was wide as
she was a plump girl with large features including a large vagina.  It
already dripped juices in anticipation of my mouth and Sally smiled up at
me with anticipation and want.  I dipped my face into her gathering creamy
pool and found it to be far more flavor intense than any pussy I had
serviced to that time.  The sticky lubricants she excreted were not only
quick to slather over my face, but very pungent in their odor.  It was a
mix of fish, urine, and oils like come from the under arm pit when
unwashed. In this intensity it was a bit unpleasant, though not something I
could not get used to.

   Sally moaned like a woman who had not had sex in her entire life,
grabbing my hair and pulling me in closer to her vagina.  She humped my
tongue with gyrating thrusts and whimpered and in only 2 minutes orgasmed
like a spouting sperm whale.  My face and hair were as soaking wet as if a
bucket of woman cum had been poured over me.  I came up sputtering for air
and in amazement at the child's ability to produce body fluid so quickly.
Around the room all the children were engaged in oral vaginal exercise and
many had expressions of heavenly bliss as they were dallied.

   "Allow me to wipe your juices from my eyes before I douche you." I
managed an utterance through the quantity of cum still draining from my
mouth.  You are indeed a voluptuous girl, Sally.  I imagine your sheets are
perpetually wet after you and your bed mate relieve one another."

   "She makes me cum over the chamberpot." Sally Confessed.  "Sadly few
girls think my squirting is attractive.  They are ok with me peeing on them
but my flood of cum is less desirable."

   "Perhaps because it comes so...all at once." I said wiping my face with
a nearby towel.  "I found it exciting, though unexpected."

   I began her douche and let it drain into the bucket then more cautiously
went in for a second taste.  One would expect a pond so well drained would
be more drought proned a second time but to my amazement Sally once again
soaked me with what seemed a river of squirts in my face, in my eyes, in my
mouth and ears.  She would have been quite helpful if she had lived in
Chicago during the famous fire there a few years ago.

   "Holy crackers!" I sputtered rising up.  "You have a well inside of you
that would quench the Sahara desert!" The second time the juices were
tempered slightly by the fruitiness of the douche, but only very slightly.
Sally was unfortunately undouchable.

   My own experience with a douche turned out more main stream so-to-speak.
Sally had a good time licking me, and took the opportunity as well to ream
my ass, though not the class assignment, then douched and repeated the
same.

   "Tomorrow we study enemas!" Miss Lipscomb promised as the class ended.
We all left for dinner feeling satisfied and clean.

   That night in the study where Aunt Fanny held her evening game we were
going to have a rare treat.  It was all they talked about at dinner.  Some
lucky girl was going to get to play "guess the chocolate" and potentially
win a prize.  Some prizes in the past had been items of jewelry or a satin
dress from Fanny's extensive wardrobe.  But the real fun was the game
itself.  I asked repeatedly how it was played and the answer was
always..."You'll see."

   By the time we gathered in the library I noted that three chamberpots
were alined at Fanny's feet and that all the girls had circled around her
ready to volunteer.

   "I only want the older children." Fanny said.  "This game can be
difficult if one has not had advance erotic training."

   Saha looked quite rejected and frowned.  "Just because I am 7 doesn't
mean I can't do it.  Please Miss Fanny, I want to prove myself to you.  Let
me be the "it" girl just this one time."

   "Very well Sasha.  But if you upchuck or complain later on, I will hear
none of it, and Nurse will give you a spoon full of castor oil for your
troubles!" Aunt Fanny warned.  "So Sasha, even though she played last
night, will be the first "it" girl."

   "I need three girls, one for chocolate and two for decoys.  I prefer
girls with deep cavities who are already experienced.  As the "it" girl
themselves."

   Doris, Sarah and Shawn, all girls 14 to 16 were chosen as the three
other players and they were escorted by Fanny into the next room where for
some minutes we waited and the girls whispered and talked amongst
themselves.

   "I want to play next.  I think I can beat the game..." and so forth went
their conversations.

   Little Sasha strutted back and forth smiling widely and repeating "I'm a
big girl now, wait and see!"

   Fanny came back in taking her seat.  Doris, Sarah and Shawn returned to
the room less any clothing from the waist down.  Each had what appeared to
be a foxes tail coming out of her ass as each stood in a row in front of
the three chamber pots.  Little Sasha quickly stripped down to her
undershirt, her own small fanny fat and baby-like.  Even standing she came
up in height to the three girls bending over so that her face was just
about even in height with their naked rear ends.

   "The rules are simple." said Aunt Fanny.  "Each of these three girls has
a fox tail attached to a plug up her bottom.  The plug is coated with
chocolate.  Sasha will extract the plugs one at a time and taste each ass.
One girl has been given a chocolate syrup enema.  The other two have been
given enemas filled with excrement the three of them shat in a bowl in the
other room, mixed with pee and stirred into a fine pudding-like mush.  All
three are full of something.  All three have asses that taste of chocolate.
Can Sasha guess the right ass that contains the chocolate enema?  Let us
see."

   Sasha was besides herself with glee, taking her position behind Doris
and slowly pulling on the foxtail extruding from the 14 year olds' plump
white butt.  Taking her tiny hand she grasp the foxtail giving it a pull,
and out it plopped along with a few dribbles of brown juice running down
Doris' legs.  Were they chocolate or shit?  It was hard to tell looking at
it.  Sasha lost no time but began to lick up Doris legs the dribbles coming
from her asshole.  Soon she had reach Doris's butt crack which the older
girl held open widely and we all got a good look at her purple pucker. 
Sahsa found the hole with her tongue and ranned it inside without
hesitiation.  "Mmmmmm!" Sasha smiled.  "This butt taste like chocolate!"

   Pulling a second foxtail from Sarah's skinny butt a little popping noise
was herd and chocolate driblets sprayed the room..  Aunt Fanny warned
"Honey don't pull the butt plugs so fast, you will soil the spectators."

   Saha nodded and proceeded to lick up and down Sarah's arse crack before
sending her tongue diving deeper down the pucker well.  Swirling it around
inside the 15 year old's butt for a while she emerged with the
pronouncement "It also tastes like chocolate.  This is harder than I
thought."

   Crawling over behind Shawn, the 16 year old with red hair and a white
freckled butt, Sasha pulled out the foxtail and attached butt plug slowly.
Soon Sasha's tongue was again burried deep up a teen girl's anus as she
licked as deeply as possible searching for clues..

   "Well?" asked Aunt Fanny.  "Which of the three girls has the chocolate
and which has the shit?"

   "I...I'm not sure." puzzles Sasha.

   "Lie down with your head in one of the three chamber pots and open your
mouth.  If you have chosen correctly you will get a mouth full of chocolate
syrup and a prize from my jewel box.  If you have not, then all three girls
will use your mouth as a toilet and you will get no prize until the next
time you play and win." Aunt Fanny instructed.

   Little Sasha age 7 did as she was told lying back with her head perched
over the second chamber pot.  "I guess it is Sarah" Sasha said.

   Sarah leaned backward with her hands on her cheeks spreading them wide
open and lowering her anus just over Sasha's open mouth.  Smiling widely
she began to push and a torrent of stinking bile erupted forth in the
little girl's face.

   "Oh my." frowned Aunt Fanny.  "Sasha has missed her guess.  Oh well,
those are the chances playing Guess the chocolate.  Sasha, be sure to
swallow a few mouth fulls if you can.  It may be shit, but it's good
training for you."

   "Yes Miss Fanny." Saha gargled her words out weakly from beneath the
steaming pile of semi-soft crap.

   "Doris, I believe you are next." said Aunt Fanny.  Doris proceeded to
squat over Sasha's face, now buried as Sarah had done, taking a second
enormous crap in the little girl's face.  It poured out down the sides of
her head, over her hair and into the chamber pot.  Sasha was a stinking
mess.

   "Now then Shawn, give Sasha her chocolate." instructed Fanny.

   Shawn took her place over Sasha's now shit piled head and topped off the
mound with a brown fluid squirt of pure liquid chocolate.  Never before in
my life had I witnessed such a disgusting nor more erotic ritual than that
little girl attempting to eat a giant mound of chocolate covered shit while
covered in it head to knees.

   The game was to continue the course of the evening until there was a
winner.  Over and over again I watched as one girl tasted the asses of
three trying to find which had chocolate and which was simply the result of
a chocolate covered butt plug disguising the taste.  After three tries a
girl named Carrie won, guessing correctly.  Many of the girls by now had
emptied their bowels as hosts to the contest, while I had not being a
spectator.  I did need to go.

   "Wait until we get to our bed." said Yuki." You can use my mouth if you
like." It seemed like an appealing idea so I waited.

   Before that was to happen there came a knock at the front door and Ms
Oberstein came to the study just as we were cleaning up and emptying the
chamber pots.

   "Countess, there is a visitor to see you.  A Miss Ester Chastity of the
Village of Lumber." stated Ms Oberstein.

   In walked a girl of about 14, dressed in black in what we call widow
webs, a style of dress only for elderly spinsters and those whom are in
mourning.  She had in one hand a traveling bag and in the other a box.

   "Countess, as you may have guessed I am the daughter of the town's
Preacher, the Reverand Jeremiah Chastity.  I have run away from him as he
is a harsh and cruel man who often beats me and forces me to the cruelest
bondage over precieved sins he claims I have committed.  I am desperate to
escape him.  I offer you my box of Jewelry left me by my departed dead
mother as payment for my sanctuary." The girl fell to her knees.  "Please I
am begging for my life.  He is a terrible man and will kill me if I am
caught and returned.  Hide me here in your farm.  No other will take me
in."

   Countess Fanny rose from her chair looking most solemn.  "Indeed your
Father has often sent the Sherif here to try to cause me grief, but my own
higher influence in international governments has prevailed.  For me to
take you in, shoud your father find out, will unleash a vendetta from him
that even my powers could not stop.  I would be taking a grave risk to let
you stay."

   "I will do anything!" pleaded Ester.  And with that she took off her
dress and stood naked before us.  "Anything."

   "Alice, bare your bottom to this girl." commanded Fanny.

   I lowered my knickers and turned around reaching for my ankles.

   "If you mean what you say, place your tongue up this young girl's
asshole.  Leave it there until I say for you to stop." commanded Fanny.

   "Gladly." weeped Ester who bent down behind me and placed her mouth to
my anus.  I felt her tongue push deep into my rectum.

   "Is she licking you deeply Alice?" asked the Countess.

   "Quite deep." I said.  "No doubt she has found I need to relieve my
bowel and has browned her mouth.

   "Do it now then." Commanded Fanny.  "Let your shit fill her mouth and
spill over her body.  If her mouth remains on your ass she may stay.

   I began to crap in the stranger girl's mouth.  It was my first time and
even more shocking for her I would imagine.  But Ester held her mouth tight
to my ass, taking in the crap until her cheeks bulged and it squirted from
the edges of her mouth.  At last my bowel was empty, yet still I felt
Esters tongue dancing up my anus.

   "It seems you are one of us at heart." smiled the countess.  "Ester,
welcome to your new home.  I will take the heat for you, so long as you are
obedient to my teachings, which are quite the opposite of your Father's"

   "I..I will do my best." said Ester as a lump of my shit fell from her
mouth into her nude lap.



   * End of Part One *