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Betsy Goes to School
by Tater Tot (totishtater@gmail.com)

***

Sweet and innocent young Betsy finds people are very 
helpful at her new school. (Ff, ff, ped, 1st, oral, 
anal)

***

It was my first night at St. Marta's School for women, 
and had woken up when my roommate slid in to my bed with 
me.

I had arrived with all the other girls, supposedly all 
raised in a religious environment, and all having a 
mother who had gone here before us. My mom and dad had 
never let me date, and the internet was something sent 
by the devil to lead me into temptation. I had been a 
little shocked at some of the language the other girls 
used when the nuns weren't around, but tried to not let 
them know. 

My roommate, Leila, was from California, and had the 
blonde, blue eyed, big breasted look that my dad said 
the 'Californicators' had. She seemed really nice 
though, talking and chatting about all kinds of stuff. 
She did make me blush when she watched me take my school 
uniform off and put my pajamas on, since she saw my 
panties, and I think she saw my breasts before I put my 
top on. 

There wasn't much there, but I had squeezed them once 
before I became too embarrassed, and they filled my 
hands. Leila's were twice that size, making me blush 
really hard when she just pulled her clothes off in 
front of me. "Leila!" I had squealed, turning away when 
I looked up to see her naked. It was a couple of minutes 
later that I realized she didn't have any hair in her... 
place. She had laughed and said something about us being 
girls, and we all had the same stuff.

So when she slid into my bed I wasn't sure what she 
wanted. I froze as she slid forward and spooned against 
my back. Her arm went over me, with the other under my 
pillow. I could feel her hips pushing into my... behind, 
making me feel... odd.

"I'm homesick," she whispered, "can I sleep with you?"

I nodded, not sure what to do. You can't very well tell 
someone who tells you they're homesick to get the hell 
away from you. What if she killed herself?

We laid like that for a while before I realized her hand 
was on my belly. It felt super warm lying against my 
pajama top, feeling like it covered my whole tummy. I 
sort of tensed up, but she kind of let her hand rub my 
tummy as she whispered in a sleepy voice "What? Hmm,," 
then seemed to fall back asleep. Her hand though kept 
moving in a twitchy sort of way, making me kind of... 
warm. 

Her thumb touched the bottom of my breast a couple of 
times, before she stopped twitching. I woke up really 
late to realize she had moved, and now her hand was 
resting on my breast, sort of laying over it, but kind 
of cupping it too. 

My nipple was hard, making me blush, even though no one 
could see me. It sort of felt good as my nipple pushed 
against her hand when I breathed in and out. I almost 
gasped out loud when I realized my... place was getting 
wet. Oh my god, this had happened before. Mom had said 
it was arousal, and was meant for making it easier for a 
man's thing to go into a woman's place. This was bad.

I must have twitched slightly, because Leila muttered 
something and pulled me tighter, making her hand pull in 
against my breast. I felt so ashamed when I sort of 
moaned and I felt my place tingle. It took forever to 
fall asleep, my body sort of going hot and cold as 
little flashes would run through my breast. Leila was up 
when I woke up, saying, "Rise and shine sleepy head, got 
to go learn some stuff," She stopped and gave me a 
serious look before saying, "Thanks for letting me sleep 
with you."

I smiled shyly and told her it was fine. I wanted to say 
she shouldn't do it again, but how do you say something 
like that without sounding like a really mean person.

The school uniform was a bit of a shock for me, since I 
was used to long dresses. It was what I guessed was 
standard catholic school wear, but the skirt only came 
to my knees, and the white blouse was somewhat see 
through, making it so you could see my bra if the light 
was right. 

We didn't even have jackets to wear, just a blouse. I 
was blushing constantly as I realized I could see other 
girl's bras too. I sort of followed Leila, hanging 
behind her as she chatted and talked with everyone. I 
envied her being able to do that. A couple of the girls 
had the top buttons of their blouses open, meaning you 
could see the tops of their breasts. 

We had three different teachers during the day, each 
covering two subjects. Sister Martha, Sister Mary and 
Sister Joanne. Martha and Mary were really young for 
teachers, probably not more than twenty five, and Joanne 
was about thirty five I thought. My daily counselor was 
Sister Beth, though they said I probably wouldn't have 
one past the first four weeks since they rotated the 
girls. She was only in her twenties too, and looked so 
pretty and happy.

The classes were fairly nice, the sisters all seeming to 
like us and not being harsh or mean. I felt awful when I 
found myself looking at Sister Mary's bosom as she was 
sitting at the desk. Not that anything showed, but it 
swelled her habit and made me... uh no I was horribly 
embarrassed when Sister Beth started by asking about sex 
and if I had done it, telling me she was surprised how 
many girls did before coming here. 

When I said no, she told me she was proud of me, but to 
remember that forgiveness was always there for those who 
strayed. Everyone strayed at some point and we were 
required to accept and forgive the flaws of others. She 
asked me about masturbation and seemed doubtful about my 
having never done it, then was even more impressed when 
she finally believed me. When she asked about arousal I 
blushed and told her about Leila and her hand.

"Betsy," she said, "I'm proud that you were able to 
overcome your own fears to comfort Leila like that," It 
took me a moment to figure out what she said, then I 
said "You mean... it wasn't... like bad?" 

She kind of laughed and said, "You didn't approach her 
for that did you?" When I shook my head vigorously no, 
she said "so you did it for her," sister Beth patted my 
hand and said, "Many of the girls become home sick, and 
cuddling in bed gives them comfort. I have seen many 
times when a girl will massage another girl's breasts in 
her sleep, I think because it comforts them by bringing 
back memories of being a child," "Oh," I said slowly, 
"So... so it... it isn't bad?"

Sister Beth smiled warmly and said, "Betsy, it says such 
good things about you that you would let your roommate 
do something you find personally uncomfortable."

"Oh," I said again.

"If it is uncomfortable for you, or you don't wish to 
comfort her, let me know and we can find another 
roommate for you,," Sister Beth said.

"No," I said, "no, I... I don't mind if you think... you 
know... it's ok."

Sister Beth gave me a hug and said, "I think you are 
very sweet for doing it."

Leila had me join her for lunch with some other girls, 
and when one of them said a bad word, Leila frowned at 
her and said, "Julie, don't use words like that in front 
of Betsy," Julie looked really surprised, but I gave 
Leila a shy smile of thanks, not having the courage to 
say that myself. One of the worst things about the 
school was the showers. They were communal. Really they 
were. three of us girls had to share them.

I almost screamed when I walked in to see a tall girl 
name Susan washing her breasts when I came around the 
corner. She laughed and said, "Come on Betsy, we're all 
girls," I blushed horribly, but sort of backed under a 
shower, trying not to let everyone see me. When Susan 
walked by on the way out and said, "See ya later," I 
could see her place was bare like Leila's was. Mine had 
started growing hair when I was thirteen, so I wondered 
what had happened to theirs. 

When Leila changed clothes in front of me again I was 
tempted to ask her about her hair but was too 
embarrassed. She saw me looking, making me feel like the 
most awful person in the world. She was really nice 
though and just gave me a little smile and went back to 
putting her clothes on. Leila slept with me again, and 
at first I was nervous, but she just put her arm around 
me and rested on the blankets. 

It wasn't until later that I woke up with her hand 
cupping my breast. I sort of froze, trying to decide 
what to do, but remembering what Sister Beth had said, 
just tried to relax. I made a soft squeak when her hand 
squeezed my breast a little as she made a kind of sad 
whimpering noise. I held still, realizing she must be 
missing her mom. Her hand kind of squeezed and pushed 
against my breast for a while, making my place wet 
again. Really wet. My nipple was sort of sending little 
shocks through me and I found my hips kind of moving on 
their own. 

I made them stop, but sort of breathed heavily as it got 
harder to breath for some reason. It went on like this 
for a while as I started panting a little, having 
trouble taking deep breaths as my place got wetter and 
wetter. Then it stopped and she sort of relaxed and her 
hand let go. I shocked myself by being disappointed, but 
told myself it was because I wanted to be sure Leila was 
happy.

Leila was super nice to me the next day, including me in 
the groups with her friends. I didn't say anything, but 
everyone was really nice because she was my friend. 

Sister Beth asked me about Leila, so I said, "She uh... 
did like you said."

She nodded knowingly and said, "I sort of expected it 
Betsy. She works so hard to friendly and nice all day, 
I'm sure all her fears come out at night. You said you 
spent time with her today?"

I nodded and said, "Everyone likes her, and she kind 
of... brings me with her."

That got a warm smile from sister Beth as she said, 
"Yes, she's hiding her own fears and loneliness to make 
you feel better. You really are the best roommate she 
could have gotten," She must have seen something in my 
face, because she said, "Is something wrong?"

"It... it's just that... you know when she does that," I 
mumbled.

Sister Beth took my hand and looked at me seriously to 
say "Betsy are you wanting to tell me it makes you 
aroused?"

I blushed horribly as I nodded.

"Oh Betsy, and you let her do that,," Sister Beth said, 
making me think I was going to hell, but then added "you 
are like an angel sweetheart. You've never even 
masturbated and you would do this for a sweet girl you 
just met. I am so proud," That got another blush because 
she was praising me for something I thought she was 
going to say I would go to hell for. I couldn't look at 
her as I said, "But... but it makes me... you know... 
so... so what should I... do?"

She was holding my hand and as I finished stuttering the 
question, she reached up to stroke my cheek as she said, 
"You are doing an act of kindness for a poor, lonely 
girl Betsy. I know you personally do not like what she 
is doing, or how it affects you, so you must believe I 
don't think you are a bad person for this," she sighed 
as she put her hand down to hold mine in both of hers as 
she said, "You don't know the feelings associated with 
arousal, so it will probably shock you as they happen," 
she shook her head sadly and said, "It may be more than 
you should do for Leila, Betsy. I'm sorry to say that it 
may become intense enough for you to orgasm, and I 
wouldn't want you to be traumatized.

"This kind of sacrifice isn't something everyone is 
capable of Betsy, and you should never blame yourself if 
you are not one of those who can make it," That was a 
lot to a take in... orgasm? I had heard of it, but 
didn't think I had ever had one. But I also didn't want 
to walk away from a soul in need. 

"I... if you don't think I'm... well bad... I suppose I 
could try to help," I said softly.

Sister Beth stroked my cheek again as she said, "You are 
the sweetest, most caring girl I've seen here Betsy," 
Susan was in the shower again when I came in, washing 
her breasts just like last time. She had large, firm 
looking breasts, but I didn't think it should take that 
long to wash them. Leila kind of looked sad when we were 
getting ready for bed so I asked what was wrong. "I miss 
mom," she said softly I smiled and told her I 
understood, and she could sleep with me again if she was 
lonely. She looked like she might cry as she hugged me 
and said I was the best roommate.

Leila fell asleep right away as she snuggled up, and her 
hand moved to my breast as I was almost asleep myself. 
She didn't do anything for a while, and I was close to 
falling asleep again, when she began squeezing.

I let out a long breath, trying to keep from letting out 
a moaning noise. The feelings were really intense, 
almost as if the previous nights had built up inside me. 
She did this for what seemed like forever, but was 
probably only ten minutes, then her hand twitched and 
fell down a little. It ended up snagged inside my pajama 
top, her finger tips touching my bare breast on the 
other side. 

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, then she 
made one of her sad noises and her hand twitched a 
couple of times. I realized it was kind of snagged in my 
top, and it was making her twitch more. I reached up and 
undid the top button so she could pull it out, and 
planned to put it back, but her hand slid up and cupped 
my breast again, my top pulled open and her hand on bare 
skin. I had to open my mouth wide to keep from making 
any noise as I let out a long breath. My place was very 
wet now, and it felt really strange, almost like an itch 
that I had to scratch, but deeper. 

I wanted to move my hips and rub them against something 
to make it better, but couldn't move. Then she began 
squeezing again. I was leaving my mouth wide open as I 
tried to breath quietly, but I found myself making soft 
noises as I sort of clenched my thighs and my... place. 
When her hand kind of rubbed my nipple a couple of 
times, a shock ran through me, making my body clench 
tight and some kind of... feeling ran from my place up 
to my head. 

I was kind of twitching and moving my hips as I felt 
like pee on my legs. I wasn't stupid, so I knew that was 
female juice that we use to help men, but it was the 
first time I had done that. I was sort of lying in bed, 
my body totally relaxed, and I realized, drooling a 
little when I fell asleep.

I was so embarrassed the next morning, but Leila just 
looked over and said, "You must have had a good dream 
Betsy, we all have them, nothing to be embarrassed 
about."

She really was the nicest person. During Sister Mary's 
class I saw a girl one row forward, with her hand under 
her skirt, sort of rubbing her place. I almost gasped 
when the girl next to her reached over and did it for 
her. When sister Mary saw them I thought they were in 
for it for sure, but she just twitched her fingers for 
them to separate and gave them an understanding smile. I 
was really confused.

I had a lot of questions for Sister Beth, that was for 
sure.

She started by asking about classes and any issues, then 
asked how Leila was doing.

"Um... it... you know... happened," I mumbled.

"She snuggled with you," Sister Beth asked absently.

"Um... no... the thing... you know... orgasm," and I 
whispered the last word

She smiled and patted my hand before saying, "Oh, I 
thought something bad. That's normal Betsy, like I said. 
An orgasm is sort of your bodies reward for certain 
acts. In this case it's for doing something nice for 
your roommate. It did feel good right?"

I nodded vigorously, so she smiled again and said, "It's 
fine than Betsy"

"Oh," I said slowly, then looking down I said, "Um 
Sister Beth, during Sister Mary's class, two girls, well 
one girl, then two girls, well they... um..." then I 
faded out, unable to continue.

"They cheated?" Sister Beth asked sternly.

I blinked, startled and said, "No, no, they well touched 
their place," She looked confused, then comprehending as 
she said, "Their vaginas?" That got a fierce blush from 
me as I ducked my head and nodded.

"Well," she said, "did Sister Mary separate them?"

I nodded, so she said, "They really shouldn't do that in 
class, so I'm glad Mary stopped them. There's a time and 
place for things like that, and class isn't one of them 
in my opinion. But some teachers don't mind, so it's 
kind of up to the teacher."

I was gaping at her in surprised, "What?!"

She looked confused for a moment, then said, "You had an 
orgasm didn't you Betsy?" When I blushed and nodded, she 
said, "Didn't it seem like it would make you crazy, and 
want to rub your vagina?" 

God my face was going to burn up as I nodded yes.

Sister Beth sort of shrugged and said, "I don't think 
you've dealt with arousal like that much Betsy, but some 
girls get like that a lot, and it makes it very hard for 
them to concentrate. Picture sitting in the classroom 
feeling like you did last night, wouldn't you want 
someone to help you?" My eyes were blinking like crazy, 
trying to process what she was saying. "But... but I 
thought that was bad?"

Sister Beth looked confused, then said, "Well, doing 
that for money, or with a married person, or for ungodly 
pleasure would be wrong. But you are just teenage girls 
going through the change Betsy. Your body is forcing you 
to become aroused, and there's really little you can do 
about it. Many girls allow boys to put their penis in 
them because they are so aroused, which is why there are 
so many teenage pregnancies." She kind of frowned at me 
and said, "I think it is much better if a friend helps 
you relieve the arousal like that, then allowing a boy 
to do it for you."

"Oh," I mumbled.

Sister Beth gave me a sort of pitying look and said, 
"Don't let it worry you sweetheart, this is a lot for 
you to take in I think. Most mothers have explained 
these things before the girls come to school, but every 
now and then someone like you comes here. If you have 
questions, I'll be happy to answer them for you if you 
wish. You concentrate on your schoolwork."

"Oh... okay," I said softly, kind of feeling like an 
idiot now. I was kind of in a daze after that, and Leila 
took me under her wing and chatted with me.

We were sitting in the room in our pajamas talking when 
I got up the nerve to ask Leila about some of it.

"Um Leila," I said slowly. "Can I... ask you something?"

"Sure Betsy," she said brightly "Were friends, you can 
ask me anything."

"Oh... um," I mumbled, "do you... I mean do you get 
like... aroused?" and I barely whispered the last part.

Leila shrugged and said, "Yeah, of course, everyone 
does."

"Oh," I muttered, "what do you... you know... do?"

She waved a hand and kind of tossed her head as she 
said, "Well sometimes I can ignore it you know, but 
others, well, you just can't. Mom said when it gets like 
that you have to relieve it or it'll make you crazy 
enough to want for anyone to touch you, including a 
boy."

"Oh," I said softly again. When I didn't say anything 
she said, "I had a friend back home who would help and I 
did it for her, but I haven't met a friend like that 
yet."

"H-help?" I asked.

She looked at me in confusion and said, "Yeah, you know, 
does things to allow you to orgasm so the arousal goes 
away. It's much easier when someone else does it because 
god made our bodies that way. Mom says that's why girls 
talk themselves into letting boys do it if you wait too 
long." 

"Oh," I said stupidly for like the thousandth time "You 
don't have to be embarrassed if you need to do that. I 
haven't yet, but you won't mind if I did it myself would 
you? I can go somewhere else if it bothers you?"

"Oh... no... um that's ok... I guess," I said slowly. 
She smiled and gave me a hug before saying. "Thanks 
Betsy, I wasn't sure, you seem kind of... unaware 
sometimes, but you're like the nicest person here."

I smiled a little at that and said, "Um yeah, I think 
maybe mom didn't... you know, tell me stuff."

Leila kind of bounced on her bed as she said, "Meh," 
with a finger wave "Just ask sister Beth, she'll show 
you what to do if you don't know."

"Oh," I said again.

She eventually told me about a trip to Disney she took 
with her family and it sounded like a lot of fun. 

We were giggling at the stuff she did, but it did sound 
like her mom was really nice about things. I was kind of 
surprised to find myself disappointed when Leila didn't 
massage my breasts, just putting her arm around me. She 
must be getting more comfortable here.

My education continued the next day when I walked into 
the shower to find Susan and a girl name Rosa in there. 
Rosa was rubbing Susan's place, while Susan was holding 
tight to Rosa. I stopped embarrassed, but Leila walked 
in behind me and said, "Oh, you know, what we talked 
about. Go ahead, I'm sure they'll be done soon." She 
kind of pushed me in, following me. Susan was leaning 
against the wall with Rosa standing in front of her, her 
head on Susan's shoulder, and her hand in Susan's place. 

It looked like her fingers might actually be inside her 
place, but that couldn't be right. I couldn't help 
watching as Susan began moaning loudly, then let out a 
sort of scream. She kind of held onto Rosa and panted 
for a bit, then Rosa stepped back and put her hand up to 
Susan's mouth and I watched her lick her woman juices 
off of Rosa's hand. I turned away when Susan looked up, 
but found myself sort of panting as I washed up. I 
realized at one point I had washed my breasts for a 
while and stopped.

I was really embarrassed to find my place damp with 
arousal, but made myself ignore it, a little worried 
about what would happen if I kept ignoring it.

A girl in front of me in Sister Martha's class was sort 
of touching her place, but Sister Martha saw me looking 
and kind of frowned at me, so I looked away. I was 
mortified when Sister Martha had me stay back to talk.

"I know you wanted to help Amy, Betsy, but she's just 
going to have to try to wait until after class," Sister 
Martha said, getting me to look at her in shock and 
saaid, 'Um... uh... what?" 

She looked confused then and said, "Isn't that what you 
were thinking? Sister Beth says you are a super sweet 
and helpful girl, so I thought you felt bad for Amy," 

"Oh," I said, my stock answer to everything. "I... um...  
I'm sorry." I didn't want to say yes or no since that 
would be a lie, but didn't want her to think bad of me 
either.

She patted my shoulder and said "You are an angel dear. 
Sister Beth thinks so well of you," I was kind of 
floating over that, so smiled at Sister Beth when I came 
in to talk. We talked about class work, and what I was 
interested in for a while, then she said, "Is everything 
else good dear? Is Leila doing ok?"

I nodded and she said, "Wonderful, I think you're very 
good for Leila, she seems so happy. Sister Mary says you 
were so sweet today, wanting to help poor Amy too, but 
Mary really doesn't want you girls to do that in class"

I blushed crimson, but stuttered out a "Oh... of 
course."

"I take it then that you've learned how to do that for 
your friends?" Sister Beth asked, "Well... um," I 
stuttered Sister Beth gave me a suspicious look and 
said, "Are you deceiving me about something Betsy? You 
really don't seem like that kind of girl," Now I was 
mortified, so I said, "Um... no... not really... but... 
I watched two girls... so you know I thought if I... 
helped?" god it sounded dumb. But Sister Beth smiled in 
relief and said, "Oh, okay. That really is sweet of you, 
wanting to help before you've even really learned how 
yet." She patted my hand and said, "I wish all the girls 
were like you Betsy." Oh I was really a bad person. 

"If you want to learn, you might ask Leila to help," 
Sister Beth said absently as she filled out a couple of 
forms "if you asked, I'm sure she will show you how to 
do it," she kept writing as she said, "I'll explain to 
her that you're embarrassed because you didn't know 
these things."

Oh god. How do I stop this? Oh...  she'll think I'm a 
terrible person now. I was kind of dragging a little 
when Leila and I went to the room and Leila eyed me a 
couple of times. 

When we had our pajamas on she said, "Betsy, don't be 
upset, Sister Beth told me and there's nothing to be 
embarrassed about," I sort of moaned, but didn't say 
anything. She came over and put her hand around me and 
said, "I know you worry about me, but I don't mind doing 
this for you. I would feel awful if you wouldn't let me 
help after you've been so nice to me." Oh god.

She sounded scared when she said, "You... you do like me 
right, you're not... like going to act like were 
friends, then treat me like... well..." 

"No!" I said quickly, "No, we're friends Leila. I'm 
sorry, of course you can... can help." I almost moaned 
in despair as I realized what I had said.

She hugged me tight and said, "Oh thank you Betsy. The 
girls at my last school would act like I was their 
friend, then would be mean to me for fun. I... I really 
felt... well... it was bad," The last came out really 
sad.

I closed my eyes and sighed softly before saying "So 
what do I need to do Leila," 

She sort of bounced in place and said, "Well, it sounded 
like you were trying to help another girl during the 
day, so I'll show you how to do it that way. Since it's 
you and me at night, we won't need to do that now since 
we can do that anytime you want," She was smiling so 
sweetly at me.

"Ok," I said slowly.

"Here' she said "Put the skirt back on so I can show 
you."

Resigned to my fate, I pulled my pajama bottoms off and 
slid the skirt on over my panties, then sat down next to 
her.

She was smiling chirpily at me as she sat next to me and 
said, "Ok, now it's best not to make a big production 
out of this because it distracts other people," she held 
up her hand and said, "so you want to make it sort of 
subtle like this," Leila looked ahead like she was 
watching the board, and let her hand fall on my knee. I 
gasped a little as she let it slide up my thigh, pushing 
my skirt up. 

I stared at her hand until she said, "No Betsy, you have 
to keep looking forward. It's mean to the people around 
you if you are really obvious, because it makes them 
aroused too, then what do you do?" 

I looked at the far wall with her as her hand slid up to 
rest against my special place. No one had touched me 
there except me and the doctor. I let out a long breath, 
staring straight ahead. Her fingers began stroking over 
my panties, sort of pushing in against my place. Spikes 
of... something kept shooting through there into my 
stomach. After less than a minute she pushed in harder, 
getting a small moan from me.

"Try not to make too much noise Betsy," Leila said as 
her fingers turned to push into me a little as she 
stroked up and down "It distracts people," I felt a 
little sweat run down my neck as I let out long breaths. 
I could feel my panties becoming wet with my woman 
juices as she stroked.

"Now," Leila said, "It can be awkward depending on how 
you're sitting, but putting your fingers against the 
vagina works best," I almost gasped at the word, but 
knew it wasn't really bad, so held it in. I let out 
another soft moan when her hand moved up a little and 
her fingers pushed into the top of my panties. When her 
fingers touched my... vagina, I had to tilt my head back 
and tighten my body as strong feelings surged through my 
body. 

I was close to when I orgasmed before, my hips kind of 
moving on their own, and my breath coming in gasps. Her 
fingers were so warm as they slid between the folds of 
my place, my juices making them very slick. I didn't 
realize it, but I was making long grunting noises when 
her fingers found a spot at the top of my place that 
felt like a bolt of electric pleasure shot through me, 
making me let out a short screech and orgasm on her 
hand. 

She held her finger on that spot, making me shudder and 
thrust my hips around as my head tilted all the way back 
and I seemed to orgasm again. When it finally stopped I 
sort of slumped over against her, panting and sobbing a 
little. 

"Wow Betsy," Leila said, softly, "I don't think you do 
that enough. You had a lot of arousal stored up." 

I couldn't really speak, just panted and quivered in her 
arms. I think I fell asleep like that. I was a little 
dazed the next day, but Leila was really sweet, telling 
me what a great friend I was. For the first time since I 
arrived none of the girls seemed to be helping each 
other with their arousal. 

Sister Beth was a little worried for me though and said, 
"Leila talked with me Betsy. She was just a little 
worried, and seemed to think you might be putting off 
arousal relief to long."

"Oh," I said softly, a little worried since Leila had 
mentioned that Sister Beth sat down and put an arm 
around me before saying, "Some girls try very hard to 
avoid it, but it catches you eventually. What if it had 
been a boy with you and he was touching you, would you 
have had the will power to stop?"

I blinked at that, not really sure I would have. It felt 
so incredibly good I almost forgot it was even Leila 
there.

"I-I don't know," I said.

Sister Beth nodded slowly before saying "Exactly. 
Eighteen year old girls can probably go two, maybe 

three days, but I wouldn't put it off longer than that."

My mouth dropped open in shock as I said, "Two days?"

She gave me a pensive look, then said, "Betsy I'm 
beginning to worry a little. I think you might need 
professional help. If you've been repressing everything 
your whole life, I'm not sure you should be around the 
other girls."

I was horrified as I said, "What? No... no sister Beth, 
I'm ok, really!" 

She hugged me for a second, then leaned back to say 
"Maybe dear, but I worry about the other girls. You're a 
bundle of suppressed arousal, and it will make the other 
girls more sensitive too. I really think it might be 
better to find an..." She stopped at my look, then said, 
"Betsy, I'm not being mean, but I don't think you 
understand," 

"Please Sister Beth," I sobbed, "I'll fix it, I will. 
What do I need to do?" 

She sighed, then looked at me and said, "Honestly now 
Betsy, until you came to our school, had you ever gave 
yourself an orgasm?"

I sobbed in shame and shook my head no. She sagged a 
little and shook her head, but gave me a 'ok' look as I 
sobbed, "It will take weeks to bring your system into 
line Betsy, and you'll need to do extreme arousal 
techniques. You've repressed years of arousal sweet 
girl, and it will be a lot of work for us to help you. 
The sisters would have to work with you in the evenings 
just to help."

I was crying hard, so she pulled me into her lap and 
rocked me for a moment, then said, "If you're willing to 
work with us, I guess we can try. You are a very sweet 
and special girl, and you've been willing to help 
everyone else."

I hugged her tightly for a moment, then she moved me 
back to look at me sternly and say, "This will take a 
lot of sacrifice by the school Betsy and I can't have 
you decide to quit part way after we put a lot of time 
and effort into this."

"I won't!" I cried, "I'll do anything."

"Ok," she said soothingly, "we'll try some things and 
see how it goes," she looked at me like I was a problem 
she needed to solve, then she said, "Part of the problem 
is you're embarrassed by things the rest of the girls 
take for granted."

I had stopped crying and was listening desperately to 
what she said, really kind of mad at mom for putting me 
in such a bad situation.

"What I'm going to recommend is a phased approach to 
this Betsy," Sister Beth said in a doctor kind of voice. 
It made me feel better for some reason.

"We'll have Leila help you at night, probably doing what 
she did last night. What exactly did she do for you," 
Sister Beth asked. When I started to duck my head in 
shame, she touched my chin and made me look her in the 
eye as she said, "Embarrassment is for when you are 
doing something wrong. Being shy and sweet is nice, but 
acting like what a friend is doing for you is shameful 
hurts their feelings." I wanted to cry again, but nodded 
and tried to not hurt her feelings. 

"Um... she had me put on my skirt, then she sort of... 
um, put her hand on my leg. Then she... uh... slid it up 
and touched my... place," I sort of whispered.

Sister Beth shook her head despairingly and said, 
"Betsy, if you can't say it, how can you do anything 
with it." She nodded as she reached some kind of 
decision and said, "I think we need to force you over 
this by having you call it something that will embarrass 
you. I want you to say pussy when you are talking about 
your vagina."

I gaped at her in shock, but she just looked at me in a 
stern way and said, "Everyone here is going to be 
working hard for you Betsy, it seems like you could put 
a little effort into this," 

Oh. She was right. Everyone else would be doing so much. 
I felt like a total bad person, so I nodded and said, 
"she touched my... p-pussy." My place was getting a 
little wet, making me feel really bad. She rubbed for a 
while, then put her hand in my panties and... and 
touched my pussy again," I said all of this as strongly 
as I could, still blushing, but talking.

"How long did she have to do that?" Sister Beth asked, 
looking at a paper as she talked "Um... I'm not really 
sure, maybe a minute or two," I said Sister Beth looked 
at me in surprise, then said, "You orgasmed a minute or 
two later?" I nodded, worried at her upset expression. 
She sighed and said, "Oh Betsy, you really have 
repressed yourself," I was worried she would change her 
mind, but she finally nodded and said, "You orgasmed, 
cleaned your juices, then what?"

"Um... what?" I asked.

"Then what did you do dear. You know after you completed 
the ritual," she asked impatiently 'Um... ritual?" I 
asked She blinked at me for a moment, then said, "Betsy, 
you do know about how husbands and wives perform their 
sexual duties don't you?"

"Um... duties?" I asked miserably.

"Oh lord," Sister Beth said despairingly again. "At 
least you mother fed you, because she didn't seem to 
tell you anything." Sighing she said, "It is a wife's 
duty to give her husband a place to slake his lusts," 
she looked at me until I nodded my understanding.

"You are dealing with your arousal, but men are much 
worse, being driven to have sex constantly by their 
bodies," Sister Beth said, "When married, you may bring 
him to orgasm three or four times a day," Um... what? I 
thought. Three or four times... a day?

Almost as if she read my mind, Sister Beth nodded. "This 
becomes a problem during your monthly, or if you are not 
wanting to become pregnant at the time," She waited for 
me to blush, then nod that I understood.

"So much of the time you will use your mouth to satisfy 
him," Sister Beth raised an eyebrow, so I shrugged my 
confusion. She sighed, then pulled out some drawers and 
came back with a plastic... man thing. I blushed 
horribly, but she raised an eyebrow at me and made me 
listen. "Like this," she said, the slowly pushed the... 
thing into her mouth before slowly moving her head back 
and forth on it. She pulled it out and said, "This 
simulates him like using your vagina, and allows you to 
still take his seed. It is a sin for him to cast his 
seed anywhere except his wife's body."

I nodded at that. 

"If he wants to not use your mouth, he may use your ass 
for the same thing," she said, then stopped at my look. 
"Oh Betsy," she moaned "Please tell me you know about 
how the woman uses her ass for sexual closeness when the 
woman cannot allow the man to use her vagina," I blushed 
and a tear ran down my face I felt so stupid. 

I had never even heard that. In my butthole? That... 
that seemed... wrong. Sister Beth gave a disappointed 
shake to her head and said, "I'm not going to start on 
that right now, you have enough things to concentrate 
on. Anyway, the ritual. If a man uses a woman's vagina, 
but does not want her to become pregnant, he will 
withdraw his penis prior to orgasm, and allow the woman 
to take his seed in her mouth. You understand that 
right?"

"Um... yes, I guess," I mumbled.

She sighed but continued "So when you help a friend or 
she helps you deal with your arousal, you are to clean 
your juices off her in honor of the purpose of orgasm"

"Oh," I said thoughtfully. That sort of did make sense. 
"Ok."

She patted my hand, still acting a little like I was 
slow in the head. She looked at her watch and grimaced 
before saying "I had hoped to have time to bring you to 
orgasm to see how bad the situation is, but I don't," 
she stood up and said, "Tell Leila to practice like you 
did last night," she frowned and said, "but you will 
complete the ritual in honor of the purpose god had for 
our bodies," Stepping to the door she finished "I'll try 
to have some kind of plan for you tomorrow." Then she 
left. 

I was tempted to rub my place... err, pussy, but didn't 
since I wasn't sure if that would be wrong.

"Are you going to be ok Betsy? I was really worried. Are 
they going to let you stay? A girl I knew got pulled out 
of school because she had repressed it so long that she 
kind of went crazy," Leila rattled all that off in one 
long sentence, making me unsure what to answer.

"Um... she said you would... you know... help?" I 
stuttered.

She flapped her hand again and said, "Of course. You're 
my friend Betsy, and you've been so nice to me. I'll do 
anything. Are we supposed to do what we did last night, 
or does she want you to do something else?"

Leila really did talk fast sometimes, but I said, 
"Well... last night I guess, and... and," I sort of 
whispered the rest "the ritual," She looked absolutely 
horrified and said, "Oh my god, I forgot. I am so sorry 
Betsy, you must really hate me," Then she acted like she 
was going to cry.

"No, no, it's ok... um really," I said.

She looked kind of worried, but finally said, "I'm so 
sorry. I'll remember from now on," Hopping up, she 
pulled me to sit on my bed and immediately started 
acting like we were in class again. I took a deep breath 
and did the same. I really had problems, because I 
moaned as soon as her hand touched my legs. God I hoped 
I didn't go crazy before they could help me. When she 
touched my place... um, pussy, I let out a louder moan. 
I was very wet already, and could feel her fingers 
sliding on my wet panties.

"Shh..." she said softly.

I opened my mouth and tried to breath quietly as she 
stroked my place, pushing in harder. She did this until 
I was having trouble breathing, then moved her hand up 
and slid it into my panties. I'm not sure why, but I 
kind of made a sobbing noise as I tilted my head back 
again. I tried to hold off the orgasm because they acted 
like it shouldn't happen so quick. Her fingers slid 
between my... pussy lips, stealing my breath for a 
moment, making me sob again. 

She touched the magic place, sending bolts of 
electricity through me, but I prayed for strength and 
held on. My head was way back, and I was making squeaky 
noises now, but I held on. Unfortunately she sort of ran 
her fingers up and down twice, hitting my button both 
times, and the wet feeling of her finger sliding between 
my... pussy lips was too much. I was so embarrassed as I 
let out a loud screech and grabbed her hand and held it 
in place as my place pushed upwards and I thrashed for a 
minute. I was kind of crying and panting when it was 
over, lying in her arms as she stroked my hair and 
soothed me.

She eventually laid me back on my bed and slid in next 
to me. Propping up on one elbow, she put her hand to my 
mouth and slid a finger in. 

That's when I realized Sister Beth was right and I had 
waited almost too long. I liked it. I liked the flavor, 
and it got me aroused again as Leila slid her finger in 
and out of my mouth until it was clean, then did 
another. I was moaning again, so Leila said, "Betsy, 
should I do it again, you sound really bad," I nodded 
spastically, and began crying as I said, "Oh Leila, I 
think I might go crazy. Maybe it's too late." She slid 
in next to me and held me, sliding a hand down and 
massaging my pussy as she said, "No. It's not to late 
Betsy. I won't let it be too late."

I kind of heard her as my mind focused on the feel of 
her hand on my pussy again. Just sliding across my 
panties, pressing in, pushing against my very wet pussy. 
I orgasmed again less than five minutes later, making me 
feel so bad. As I licked her hand clean I sobbed a 
little and listened as she told me she would help me 
anyway she could.

We got up in the morning and headed for the showers, but 
Leila stopped me and looked a little sad as she said, 
"Betsy, I'm sorry, but I'm really aroused and was going 
to ask Susan to help me. Do you want me to wait until 
you're done showering?"

I almost said yes, then realized Sister Beth had said it 
hurt people's feelings when I acted like that. 

"No... it's fine Leila."

She hugged me and said, "You're the best."

Susan was in the shower, washing her breasts again, but 
stopped when Leila bounced over to her. Susan nodded 
with a smile, and they kind of stood like Susan and Rosa 
had. Leila kind of hugging tight to Susan as Susan's 
hand went to Leila's place... err... pussy. I tried not 
to watch, but Leila was making loud noises, noises that 
kind of got me aroused. When I was finishing, so were 
they. Leila was yelling, "Yes, YES!" over and over. 

As I was walking out Leila was licking her juices up. I 
wondered if they tasted the same as mine. Then flinched 
as the thought sent a tingle through my... pussy. I was 
pretty aroused by the time I went to Sister Beth's room, 
almost in tears at how frustrated I was.

"I think it might be too late," I sobbed to her.

She stroked my hair and told me it was ok and we would 
fix it, all in a quiet and soothing voice. When I wiped 
the tears away she asked me what was wrong.

"I-I'm always aroused, and... and I had to orgasm twice 
last night... and..." I started sobbing as I said, "I 
was still aroused."

"Oh you poor dear," she said, hugging me again. She 
eventually wiped my eyes and looked at me seriously 
before saying "Do you really want to fix this Betsy? I 
won't be easy, and unfortunately, I think we might have 
to do the full sexual training cycle to help."

"T-training cycle?" I asked.

"Yes, you know, the preparation training for women who 
are getting married and want to learn what to do," 
Sister Beth said, then sighed. "You don't know do you," 
she shook her head and said. "A man will be very excited 
and forceful on his wedding night, so that isn't when 
you want to find out you aren't ready for something. The 
first week of marriage, a man will have years of lust 
stored up, so will want to use his wife in all ways, 
three or four times a day."

"Um... all ways?" I asked.

She patted my knee in a way that made clear she thought 
I was a little slow in the head before saying "Yes dear, 
you know, his wife's mouth, her..." she waited, nodding 
expectantly until I mumbled "pussy," then she smiled 
proudly and said, "and ass," she paused and said, "So it 
can be a little traumatic unless you've had practice. 
You can't practice with a man, that would be a sin, so 
we do a training class using women so that no seed is 
spilled." 

I was pretty lost, but also really sad because I was 
getting aroused. "But we'll work out a way to do that if 
you make it that far," She sighed and said, "I'll be 
honest Betsy, I'm not sure you can do this. I don't 
think it can't be fixed here, but I'm not sure you have 
the will power to do it."

"Oh no," I said softly. "I will Sister Beth, I really 
will. Please don't let me go crazy." 

She nodded slowly, then sighed and stood up. "Sit on the 
edge of my desk would you Betsy; let me see what we're 
dealing with."

I wasn't sure why, but I sat on the desk, my legs 
dangling above the floor. She stood in front of me and 
took my chin to look into my eyes, turning my head 
slowly to really look. She nodded slowly, the said, "I'm 
going to touch you in places and in certain ways and I 
want you to tell me if you feel aroused from it. The 
truth please." She sounded like she was going to take my 
temperature. When I nodded, she reached up to stroke a 
finger down my neck, getting a gasp from me. 

When I didn't say anything she looked questioningly at 
me, so I forced myself to say yes. She ran her finger up 
my neck, then sort of ran it behind my ear. When she 
looked at me again I shamefacedly said, "Yes," she 
looked a little surprised, but who wouldn't be, it was 
my ear. Her finger came around to trace my lips for a 
while, and I looked down and mumbled, "Yes."

When she pushed it into my mouth, I moaned a little, so 
she said, "I'll take that as a yes." She shook her head 
in exasperation, then reached down to unbutton my 
blouse. I almost said something, but remembered she was 
doing this to help me, and I had to be strong. 

She pushed my blouse open and looked at my breasts in an 
analytical way for a while. After a moment she nodded 
and reached around to pop my bra loose, pushing my 
blouse off and pulling the bra off. I was blushing 
terribly, but telling myself I had to do these things to 
keep from going crazy.

She looked back and forth a couple of times, then said, 
"Hold still please."

When her hand cupped my breast my head kind of floated 
back and I let out a long moan. "Shh dear, I'm 
thinking." Her hand squeezed a couple of times, then 
moved to the other one. My head had stayed back and I 
kind of whimpered when she touched that one. "Yes... 
yes," she muttered. Looking at my tilted head she said, 
"I'm going to apply some direct stimulus. See how long 
you can hold off the arousal." She waited until I said, 
'Oh... okay."

Then... oh god... then she leaned down and sucked my 
left nipple into her mouth.

Turns out I couldn't hold off the arousal for longer 
than two seconds. I was afraid a demon had possessed me 
as I grabbed her head and screeched a loud, "OH GOD!" 
then my hips kind of humped up and down on the desk as 
my place put out so much juice I thought I really had 
peed myself. Sister Beth was nice about it, laying me 
back onto her desk and soothing my brow until I 
recovered, then helped me put my bra and blouse on.

When I was together she stood looking at me sadly before 
saying, "This is really bad Betsy, are you really 
willing to do this?"

"Yes Sister Beth," I begged, "Anything!"

She sighed as if she was hoping I would say no, then 
said, "Ok. What I'll want you to do for the next two 
days is work with Leila and the other roommate, what's 
her name," she paused in thought. So I said, "Susan?" 
She nodded abruptly and said, "Right, Susan. I think 
we're dealing with a quite a few issues, so we'll just 
look at a couple at first. One is your body is almost 
insane with arousal, but the other is in your mind. 
Everything seems to get you aroused now, so we need to 
get you used to some of these things."

She tapped her lower lip in thought, then said, 
"Tonight, I want you to try and draw the arousal to the 
surface before having Leila touch your vagina. She 
should kiss you like a man for a time, and massage your 
breasts. When you're well aroused, she should touch your 
vagina and see how long it takes for you to orgasm. 
Please write down the time from when she touches your 
vagina to the time of the orgasm." Sister Beth looked at 
me to see if I was following.

I admitted, "Um... I kind of lost what you were saying." 

She rolled her eyes in frustration, but said, "Fine, 
I'll tell Leila later. Anyway, I want you to do the same 
thing to Leila tonight, and Susan in the morning. Get up 
a little earlier and meet her in her room. If you find 
yourself aroused before class, have one of the girls 
help you while you shower," Sister Beth sighed again in 
frustration before saying, "We'll see how that goes for 
two days. If it looks like you can manage those simple 
things, we'll try to really start working on the 
problem."

Start? This wasn't the stuff we needed to do? Wow. I was 
really messed up. Leila was really sweet later, telling 
me how proud she was that I was going to try to fix it, 
and that she was so happy that I wanted her to help. She 
really was such a nice person, going out of her way to 
help me and doing all these extra things just for me.

"Sister Beth says you're really having trouble getting 
control of this and wanted me to see if we could try to 
bring the arousal out slowly so you can control it," 
Leila said with a helpful smile "I'm not really, you 
know, very good at this, but I'll try my best," I really 
had gotten lucky to have Leila as a roommate.

"I think you'll be more comfortable if we leave your top 
on, don't you? But maybe take your bra off," Leila said, 
"I know you don't mean too, but I think you think I'm 
bad when I do this. If you keep your top on it will 
help."

"No... no," I mumbled, feeling like the bottom of a 
smelly person's shoes, "It's ok," I finally talked her 
into letting me take my top off, though she really felt 
I should leave it on. 

She had me lay back on the bed, then said, "Maybe if you 
close your eyes it will help you stay calm," that 
sounded like a great idea, so I closed my eyes and tried 
to relax. I moaned loudly when her hand touched my 
breast.

"Um Betsy," she said softly, her hand on my breast 
"I'm... you know, just starting," I sobbed once, my eyes 
closed and said "I know, I... I can't help it," "No, 
it's ok, really. It... you know, surprised me," Leila 
said in a voice that made me think she thought I might 
try to kill her in her sleep or something.

Her hand kept massaging my breast, making me breath 
heavily, at least until she put her mouth on mine. I 
moaned even louder, not sure why, but feeling as if my 
whole body was hot for some reason. Leila kissed my lips 
softly for a time, her hand cupping my breast for a 
while, then squeezing it, then her fingers sort of 
tracing along it. I was panting harshly though my nose, 
my hips moving on their own, up and down and around.

"Sister Beth said to kiss like a man, but I'm not good 
at it. I only learned it in the training class when I 
was going to marry Jimmy, but he... well I don't want to 
talk about it," Leila ended that with a kind of sob, 
then leaned down and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

I'm not sure if the orgasm counted or not, I'm pretty 
sure Sister Beth said to time it 'after' she touched my 
pussy. Anyway, I wrapped my arms around Leila's head and 
pulled her against my shoulder as I gave a loud yell, 
and I orgasmed. I'm pretty sure I peed because it felt 
like my pussy squirted as it sort of clamped down, and 
my butt muscles tightened up really hard. My back kind 
of bowed a little as I gave a second screech. 

I was really thinking I might have a demon because my 
body did all that without me. My mind had kind of gone 
sort of white, and I wasn't even aware I was saying 
anything, but Leila told me later I screamed out the 
word 'yes' for some reason.

"Um... I'm not sure you were supposed to do that," Leila 
said, "but I guess we finish? Maybe?" She leaned in 
again, putting her tongue in my mouth, making me moan 
again. 

Thankfully she stopped massaging my breasts after about 
five minutes, though when she kind of pinched my nipples 
it made me groan sort of. He tongue was moving around a 
lot, sort of caressing my teeth and lips, then pushing 
into my mouth and touching my tongue.

I was horrified to realize I was moaning loudly as her 
hand slid down and into my skirt. When her fingers 
slipped under the tops of my panties, I sobbed into her 
mouth, my pussy having such a strong itch, and I wanted 
her hand to rub it so hard.

Her finger was kind of pressing hard as it slipped down, 
and pushed down on my special spot. Somehow I managed to 
wrap my legs around her as I yelled her name really 
loudly. I'm embarrassed to say I think I rubbed myself 
on her hand uncontrollably until I finished. 

Leila put her hand to my mouth and I realized my juices 
were actually dripping off of it. I wasn't sure if that 
was a good or bad thing. It was supposed to make it 
easier for the man's thing to slide in, so more would be 
better right?

I was sort of sucking on her finger when I fell asleep. 
I didn't mean to, but it just kind of sucked me down.

When I woke up Leila was cuddled up to me, her hand on 
my breast. I was kind of comfortable, and happy to 
realize her hand only made me a little aroused. Maybe 
this would work.

She woke up then, and sat up, moving to sit on her bed 
sleepily. I realized it kind of smelled strong in the 
room, I was afraid it was my juices and hoped Leila 
wouldn't be mad

"You didn't get a chance to do the rest, but I think you 
were really tired. You had a hard day yesterday, so 
Sister Beth should have thought of that," Leila said, 
"Do you want to get both of them done this morning. 
Maybe Susan and I can do the kissing stuff and you can 
make us orgasm. I don't think Sister Beth will mind, and 
we don't have time to do everything."

She was so smart. I would never have thought of it, but 
I was kind of new at this, so I wasn't too mad at 
myself. We stopped to wash our hands and brush our 
teeth, and Susan was doing the same thing.

"Hey girls," Susan said sleepily. "Sister Beth said I 
was supposed to help Betsy. Can we do it in your room, I 
don't want to mess mine up."

"sure," Leila said sweetly.

We all went back to our room and Leila said, "Why don't 
we lie on Betsy's bed since it's already messed up. You 
lie beside me Susan, and we'll do kissing stuff while 
Betsy does what Sister Beth wants her to do, ok?"

Susan shrugged sort of sleepily and laid down on the 
bed. Leila slid in next to her and leaned over to begin 
kissing Susan on the lips. I stood uncertainly, trying 
to decided how to do this to both of them. I finally 
kneeled between their bodies and put my hand on their 
pussies. I realized neither had panties on. I had my 
hands on their bare... naked... pussies. My head went 
back again and I moaned loudly as my fingers traced 
along the outside of their pussies. Oh god.

They had stopped kissing when I moaned, but went back to 
it quickly. My mind sort of slipped down to my fingers 
then, almost like I was using them to see with. My 
fingers sort of traced the outsides, then dipped in a 
little to run up the length of their damp pussies... oh 
I was gasping for air as I pushed down harder, rubbing 
back and forth, my whole body, er... hand moving through 
their wetness. Susan let out a soft moan as I let out a 
loud one. My pussy was itching and throbbing like mad, 
my hips trying to push against something as my fingers 
moved faster. 

At one point I hit Leila's magic spot, getting a kind of 
squeak from her. I was so tense I was kind of making uh 
noises as I tried to draw air into my lungs. Susan was 
really wet, my fingers sort of slipping and sliding 
through her very wet, hot... pussy... oh god My fingers 
were pushing in kind of deep as they moved up and down, 
and I found the inner part of their pussies when I went 
across them. I sort of dipped into the depths of their 
wet... pussies. I sobbed loudly, my head back and hips 
thrusting against nothing.

Leila moaned loudly as Susan began kind of grunting in 
time with my fingers. I felt juices kind of squeeze out 
of Susan's... pussy as she let out a sharp noise. I was 
barely able to breath, and sweat was running down my 
back as my hips tried to push my pussy against... 
anything.

When Leila let out a loud moan and her pussy made a lot 
of Juice, I orgasmed again, screaming something I wasn't 
aware of as I kind of had a seizure of some kind. My 
body was doing these sort of whiplash things as I yelled 
once more. I could feel juices dripping down my leg as I 
laid forward between the two girls.

I was kind of drifting when I heard Susan say to Leila 
"Do you think Sister Beth can help her, it looks really 
bad," Leila kind of whispered back "Yes. Sister Beth 
said Betsy is really close to the edge, but if she does 
what Sister Beth says, she'll be fine by the end of the 
semester," That made me feel a lot better. I was glad 
Sister Beth and Leila were going to help me. 

There was a sort of drifty feel to the morning, but I 
finally got clear headed for the afternoon. Luckily we 
had study and homework period, so I had opportunities to 
get my school work done before the evening. I was kind 
of distracted when Katy, a short Hispanic looking girl, 
helped Jessica, a black girl with her arousal. Jessica 
looked like she was having problems like me, because 
Katy was rubbing her breasts for her. Jessica was also a 
little loud, saying "do it," kind of loudly. I was happy 
to see Jessica complete the ritual, though I didn't 
realize you were supposed to kiss too.

Sister Beth was working on papers when I came in so 
waved me to a seat in front of her to say "sorry I'm so 
busy, but I have to finish some papers," She glanced up 
and said, "Do you have the sheets from Leila?"

I did actually, remembering just then that Leila had 
given them to me. I handed two sheets to sister Beth and 
she read them as she talked "I hope things went well for 
you dear," she said, "I'm interested to see how long you 
were able to restrain your urges. It's a good indicator 
of how deep into the program we'll have to go. If you 
managed fifteen or twenty minutes that would be great. 
Let's see you did..." she looked up at me in a sort of 
frustrated way and said, "fifteen seconds"

I sobbed and said, "I'm s... sorry... I-I... couldn't 
help it."

She came around to hug me, but didn't say anything until 
I calmed down. Then looking at me seriously, she said, 
"Betsy, do you really think you're up to the full 
training program. I have to tell you, it's pretty 
intense, and it will be very embarrassing for such a 
sheltered and deprived girl like yourself."

"Pl-please," I begged.

She shook her head in frustration, then guided me to the 
couch and looked at me very seriously before saying 
"Betsy, this training is for women who are getting 
married. It involves getting a prospective wife used to 
the uses a husband will have for her," she paused and 
said, "do you understand?" 

I shook my head no miserably, knowing it should be 
obvious, but I was so ignorant. She sighed again, then 
said, "Betsy, we teach a girl how to use her mouth on 
the man's penis. We use special penis's to perform 
intercourse so she can stretch enough to accommodate a 
man's penis. We use another one to perform anal 
intercourse to do the same for the woman's ass. And we 
have her learn how a man performs oral sex on her so she 
knows what he must do."

I was blinking in shock, not really processing what she 
said, "Wh-what?" 

She smiled sadly and said, "I know dear, it really isn't 
something you should do. I can recommend some schools 
that will accommodate your special needs," She started 
to get up, but I grabbed her arm and sobbed "No, please 
Sister Beth, please, I want to, really I will," She 
rubbed her face in frustration, then leaned back with a 
sigh. "You are such a sweet girl I can't turn you away. 
Do you really want to do this? Really?"

"Yes," I said loudly, "YES!"

Looking down for a moment, she said, "I'm not sure I'm 
strong enough to put you through this Betsy, so if it 
comes to it, you might need to convince me again. I hate 
the thought of the struggle we will all have to do for 
you."

"I promise," I said, "Really Sister Beth, I'll do 
anything I need to."

She said she would work out how they would make things 
work and wanted me to do another day with Leila and 
Susan, but she wanted Leila to use her mouth on my 
breasts to see if I had the same reaction as I had when 
Sister Beth did it.

I was sort of proud that I didn't orgasm until Leila 
sucked my left breast into her mouth. She had started on 
the right, so I held it off for the first one. I thought 
it showed progress. Unfortunately I fell asleep again 
and woke up with Leila snuggled up with me.

She seemed kind of disappointed with me, but just said 
maybe we could just use the showers. Susan and Leila 
stood next to me, their backs to the wall as I put my 
hands on their... wet... pussies. They took turns 
kissing me, and sort of massaged mine and each other's 
breasts. 
=
It did seem more efficient. I wasn't really aware of 
their mouths on mine as my brain moved to my fingers 
again. Standing like this I found my fingers tended to 
curl slightly, and they pushed in a little deeper. Into 
their wet... wet... pussies.

I realized my head was being held up by the girls as I 
moaned and grunted and they took turns pushing their 
tongues into my mouth. Their pussies felt like molten 
happiness as a finger on each hand kind of pushed into 
them. I squealed a little as I realized I had a finger 
inside their... their... pussies. My knees gave out when 
I orgasmed, but they caught me and held me up as I 
thrashed and moaned. The eventually let me sit on the 
floor as they kind of clinched and pushed their fingers 
into each other's pussies.

They were nice enough to get me moving, and Leila made 
sure I made it to my first class. I was slightly dazed 
still, and it was a moment before I realize the girl 
next to me, Julie, hand a hand on my knee.

"Do you need help, you look rough," she whispered

I smiled softly and said, "No thank you, but thank you 
for asking."

She looked at me a little strangely, but I knew that was 
because I was so close to being crazy. Sister Joanne 
asked me to stay after class, and I was really worried. 
My mind had kind of drifted to realizing I hadn't done 
the ritual with Susan and Leila, and wondering if I 
should have licked their... juices myself. I had kind of 
moaned then, getting looks from the girls around me like 
they thought I might pull out a knife and start stabbing 
them.

"Betsy," Sister Joanne said worriedly, sitting in her 
chair while I stood in front of her, "I'm really worried 
about you. You seem to be losing control of your 
arousal. It makes it harder for the girls around you to 
control themselves too."

She looked at me in a squinty kind of way and said, "You 
do know about that right. Sister Mary said she thought 
you might be... unknowledgeable about your body."

The way she said unknowledgeable made me think she meant 
to say slow. I wanted to cry because I really didn't 
know what she meant. I sobbed a little as I shook my 
head no. She sighed like Sister Beth does and said, "You 
know that your womanly juices have an odor right?"

I nodded yes, remembering how strong my room smelled.

"It's meant to signal you are ready for a man to use 
your body, but it also causes the people around you to 
become aroused," Sister Joanne said patiently "It was ok 
in the ancient days when there were few people, but now 
you have to be considerate of those around you," She 
raised an eyebrow in point as she said, "When you become 
aroused in class, it makes the girls around you 
aroused." 

She tapped me between my breasts with a finger and said, 
"You are aroused right now Betsy, and it is making me 
aroused. I'm going to have to ask Mistress Angela to 
help me tonight, and she'll be disappointed in my lack 
of control."

I started crying softly, mortified that I had caused so 
much trouble. "I'm s-sorry Sister, Sister Beth is... is 
helping me," I sobbed.

She blinked in surprise, then said, "She is," then she 
got an exasperated look before saying "she should have 
told me, I would have made some arrangements to make 
things easier for you," she shook her head and said, 
"I'm sorry dear, I'll speak with her and find out what 
she wants to do. If anyone can help you she can," she 
looked severe as she said, "as long as you do what she 
says."

I nodded agreement a dozen times, giving her a hopeful 
smile, so she kind of laughed and said, "Very well, 
you're such a sweet girl Betsy. Go on now."

Sister Beth was waiting with Head Mistress Angela when I 
got to her office. I gasped in fear, afraid they were 
going to kick me out, or maybe even send me to a mental 
hospital. When a tear dripped down my chin, Mistress 
Angela stepped over and hugged me tight. 

I really should be locked up. Mistress Angela was old, 
probably forty, but she was very pretty, even if she 
looked very severe most of the time. But... she had 
really large breasts, and when she hugged me, my face 
kind of... touched them. I held back the moan of arousal 
through the grace of god. "There, there sweet child, 
nothing is wrong," she stroked my hair as my face 
pressed into her habit, mooshing down into her 
surprisingly firm breasts. Please help me Jesus, give me 
strength I thought as I opened my mouth to breath 
quietly.

She finally let me up, then guided me to a chair as she 
sat on the couch. Sister Beth was in the chair next to 
me as we talked.

"Sister Beth says she feels you need to go through an 
expanded training program Betsy, and I wanted to see if 
that was true." She looked at Sister Beth for a moment, 
then said, "You are such a sweet, naïve young girl that 
I'm really not sure things can be as bad as she says and 
I want to make sure you don't do anything you don't need 
to." I wasn't sure what to say, so just looked between 
them, hating myself for comparing Mistress Angela's 
breasts to Sister Beth's.

"Mistress," Sister Beth said, "I know it seems hard to 
believe, but she's repressed her arousal her whole life. 
Everything, I mean everything arouses her."

Mistress Angela looked doubtful as she leaned back and 
looked at me. She finally said, "Very well, we'll see 
how bad things are," Looking at me, she said, "Betsy, my 
child, I'm going to do something that would never arouse 
someone who doesn't have severe problems. Will you let 
me try this?" I nodded slowly, really hoping it would 
work the way she said.

"Now," Mistress Angela said, waving me over to her, "I 
am going to punish you, but not because you've been bad, 
but to show Sister Beth that not everything will arouse 
you. A punishment is meant to teach a girl that she has 
been bad, and there is no way it should arouse you 
unless you are in severe distress.," She looked up at me 
as I stood above her and said, "Will that be ok?"

I was kind of confused, but nodded and said, "Yes 
Mistress Angela"

She smiled proudly at me and said, "Very good child, now 
I want you to lay across my lap, and I'll give you a 
small spanking. This should clear up any question of 
whether you need to do an expanded training program," 
That made sense didn't it? I wouldn't become aroused 
while being punished, that would be... well... insane.

Mistress Angela guided me face down over her lap, my 
head and arms on the cushion, and my legs on the other 
side. My butt was kind of sticking up in the air, but I 
was only a little embarrassed. "I'm going to make this 
kind of painful Betsy, to be sure, I'm sorry," Mistress 
Angela said, so I mumbled "Ok," Then things went wrong. 

Mistress Angela rested her hand on my butt, then let it 
slide down to the bottom of my skirt before moving it 
back up and flipping my skirt out of the way. My panty 
covered butt was showing now. I almost gasped when I 
realized my panties were still kind of wet from being 
aroused earlier.

"Hmm," Mistress Angela said softly as her hand kind of 
ran over my butt, then slipped down to trace over the 
dampness of my panties. I'm sure she didn't mean to, but 
her fingers kind of pressed my pussy a little, making me 
open my mouth wide to hold in a moan.

"she has been very aroused today," Mistress Angela said 
speculatively, but moved to say "Well, let's get this 
done," I thought she was going to hit me, but instead 
she reached up and pulled my panties down to below my 
butt. I breathed out really hard as my panties kind of 
pulled loose from my pussy. "Hmmm," Mistress Angela said 
again, her fingers sliding between my legs a little way. 
My panties kind of held them together, so she had to 
push in a little. I was panting kind of hard through my 
open mouth, really trying to keep from being aroused.

"You might ask one of her roommates to remove this hair. 
If she is having problems with arousal, it will cause 
problems," Mistress Angela said. "Yes ma'am," Sister 
Beth answered "I'm going to spank you now dear. I'm 
sorry if it hurts a little, and I will understand if you 
have to cry some. I'll try to sooth the pain between 
swats," she said sympathetically. I kind of grunted a 
yes back, then tensed.

Her hand sort of stroked my butt cheeks for a few 
seconds, then I felt her hand rise slowly. I tensed 
harder, anticipating the hit, then gave a short squeak 
when her hand slapped my ass. It did hurt just a little, 
but I was horrified to realize it made my tummy clench 
with those aroused feeling. I let out a sob of despair, 
but Mistress Angela said, "I'm sorry child, I'll let 
that fade a little." 

She started massaging my butt cheeks, rubbing them 
softly and letting her hand stroke up and down. I kind 
of grunted when her finger accidently slipped between my 
legs and stroked the bottom of my pussy.

My breath was kind of coming in short grunts as I felt 
her hand rise again. I squeaked louder when it hit, my 
tummy sending a pulse form my p-pussy to my head. 

"Shh, little one, I'm sorry," Mistress Angela said as 
she rubbed my butt. Her finger touched my pussy by 
accident again, so she moved her hand up. This caused 
her to kind of run her finger up my butt crack. When it 
crossed my hole, I remembered Sister Beth saying a man 
would put his thing in there and spray his seed. My 
craziness came out again as I let out a soft moan at the 
thought.

"There, there," Mistress Angela said, "just a couple 
more."

I kind of grunted in anticipation as her hand went up 
again, but let out a sort of grunting moan when it hit, 
my pussy sort of rubbing itself down onto her thigh. I 
tried to stop it, but it wasn't something I could 
control. I wondered if I might really be possessed.

I sobbed a little, making Mistress Angela feel bad and 
causing her to rub my butt longer. Her hand felt really, 
really good on my cheeks as it stroked them. My butt 
seemed super sensitive now, and her fingers sent tingles 
up my spine, and shamefully down into my pussy. Her 
finger accidently touched my butthole again, making me 
moan, then sob a little at the spike of intense... 
something that went through me.

I kind of said, "uh-uh," as she raised her hand, then 
let out a kind of loud shriek when it hit. That's when I 
knew they needed to make sure I never had a knife or 
anything, because I orgasmed with a really loud scream. 
Really loud. My mind fuzzed out and my body sort of 
humped Mistress Angela's leg as my pussy soaked her with 
my woman juices. 

I was sort of making grunting noises and drooling on the 
couch cushion when Sister Beth knelt down to give me a 
concerned look. When she saw me looking, she sat back 
and said, "What do you think Mistress?"

Mistress Angela sort of sighed as her hand stroked my 
tender butt, her loving nature keeping her from pushing 
me away for being so awful. "It's even worse than you 
said Sister Beth, do you really think you can help?"

"Yes," Sister Beth said strongly "Betsy is one of the 
sweetest girls I've ever met, and her roommate Leila 
says she will do anything to help," she paused, then 
said, "I'm sorry Mistress Angela, but I think it would 
be best if you worked with her a little. She needs your 
firm guidance to help during this."

I was still kind of floating, enjoying the feel of 
Mistress Angela's hand as she comforted me, when she 
said, "Very well Sister Beth, I will tell the other 
Sisters to work with you on this. I agree Betsy seems to 
be a very loving and sweet child, so I want to help if 
we can," she paused then, and said sadly, "but this will 
cause problems for the other students. 

Her arousal will make it harder for the students and 
teachers to control their own arousal. Sister Joanne 
told me earlier she would need my help with hers, and 
she is normally very strong."

"Yes ma'am," sister Beth said, "If you allow it, we 
might be able to arrange for special dispensation to 
help during the classes. Perhaps young Betsy can aid her 
fellow students and teachers in their arousal. It would 
help her I think to deal with her own as she helps them. 
When you have taught her more advanced methods, she will 
be able to use them."

I was kind of nodding in agreement, so thankful that 
Sister Beth was willing to do all this for me. Mistress 
Angela slid my panties up, then helped me sit on the 
couch. She held my hand and looked into my face 
worriedly as she said, "Is this what you want Betsy? I 
can help get you transferred to a special school for 
girls with your problems."

"No please Mistress Angela," I begged "I'll do all that, 
I really will!" 

She reached up to stroke my face and said, "Very well. 
You must obey Sister Beth in all things sweet girl. I 
must insist you finish this if we make these changes for 
you," I nodded eagerly, ready to do anything for them.

Mistress Angels sighed and stood up, the wet spot on her 
habit very obvious. I blushed, but they didn't comment 
on it. "I'll work with her tonight to gauge her 
knowledge and sensitivity, then you can let me know when 
you feel she is ready for training."

Sister Beth nodded respectfully as Mistress Angela left. 
She sort of sighed and turned back to help me stand and 
lead me to the door. "As it is Saturday tomorrow, I'll 
let Sister Mary know you may be late for study group. 
Please report to Mistress Angela's rooms after dinner so 
she can work with you a little. Do what she says and try 
hard to keep from acting like what she is doing is bad. 
I'm really surprised she agreed to let you stay, but I 
think that the nice things Leila said about you tipped 
the balance."

Leila was waiting when I got back and comforted me as I 
cried and told her how awful I was. She hugged me and 
rubbed my back until I realized my face was on her 
breasts. I think she could tell when I suddenly became 
aroused, because she pulled me back to look in my face.

"Is it coming over you again?" she asked.

I nodded miserably, but she just took my hand and said, 
"Don't you get depressed now Betsy, I'm going keep you 
strong."

I sort of sobbed and hugged her, mumbling how great she 
was. 

She wiped a tear from my eye and said, "I'll let you 
practice on me anytime you want, and I'll help you 
whenever the arousal gets to strong." 

I felt so bad for putting her through this and said, 
"Really? You'll do that for me?" I asked. That got a 
sort of sweet smile as she said, "Oh Betsy, I love you 
like a sister already. Of course I'll do that for you." 
I told her I had to see Mistress Angela tonight, and she 
said that was a good thing, that Mistress Angela would 
be able to help if anyone could.

She was so sweet when she walked with me to Mistress 
Angela's room, then gave me a small kiss on the cheek 
before leaving. She really was such a good person.

Mistress was waiting when I got there and ushered me in. 
I blinked when she opened the door, not recognizing her 
out of her habit. I blushed terribly as I walked in, 
realizing I could see the tops of her breasts in the 
soft pull over top she had on. And she had on shorts. 
Really, shorts. She was tall, fairly thin, with those 
large breasts. She was old, forty I heard, but I didn't 
see any grey. I sat very erect on the couch as she sat 
down beside me. She put an arm along the top of the 
couch and looked at me seriously as I half turned to 
face her.

"This is an unusual situation Betsy. I would normally 
have required you be sent for professional help, but 
both Sister Beth and young Leila are adamant that we can 
help you," she said softly I nodded, hoping she hadn't 
changed her mind.

"Do you truly understand what is going to be expected of 
you?" she asked "Um... yes, I think so," I muttered She 
kind of waved a hand, so I said, "Um... the training 
program and, well, getting used to my arousal," I was 
mumbling a little, and I could see it irritated her.

She sighed and said, "I am going to be very blunt and 
clear now Betsy. You are fairly uninformed I believe, 
and think you really don't understand," I nodded 
quickly, so she said, "You will have to act as the wife 
or husband for each of the Sisters, and probably one or 
two students. You will need to give and receive relief 
from anyone who can or does need it," I blinked a 
little, then said, "Um... wife or husband?"

That got a firm nod as she said, "Exactly. Would you 
like to withdraw? I will not think less of you dear 
girl?"

"No... um no," I said quickly "Um... but what is... I 
mean... what?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "the easiest way to deal 
with you extreme arousal issues is the way god designed 
us to. A husband and wife are there to provide sexual 
relief to each other. It would be sinful for a man to do 
this for you, so we will act as surrogates," she paused 
and looked at me very seriously as she said, "You will 
use your mouth, vagina and ass to service your surrogate 
husbands."

My mouth dropped in shock, but I sort of remembered 
Sister Beth saying this. "Yes," Mistress said, "and you 
will act as husband for them. I know this is really more 
than you are prepared for Betsy," She sort of leaned 
forward as if she was getting up and said, "Let me show 
you information on some of the other places. They won't 
keep you restrained as much as people say, and you are 
allowed visitors," Visitors? Restrained? Um... what? 

"No!" I said too loudly. "Um... I mean no, this is 
ok..."

She leaned back in frustration, then said, "do you 
really understand Betsy, because this will be an 
incredible amount of work for the Sisters and I don't 
want to waste their time," I was crying a little now as 
I said, "Yes... yes I do. Husband, wife, I can do it." 

That got another sigh as she watched me, finally shaking 
her head, she said, "Very well. I think we'll use 
tonight as a test. If you don't manage this, we won't 
have lost much time," she sort of nodded to herself, 
then said, "We'll try a short experiment with me as 
husband and you as wife, then reverse it later. Since 
you probably won't want to continue after tonight, we 
won't do intercourse of pussy or ass."

I blushed at the bad words, but was very relieved to 
hear that. In my ass? It still sounded weird. "Ok," I 
said.

She leaned forward with a very severe look and said, 
"You may stop this at any time and I will arrange other 
opportunities at the instituitio... I mean schools," 
Institutions. That's what she was going to say. They 
wanted to lock me in the crazy house. "Oh... ok. I won't 
Mistress Angela," I stuttered out.

She shrugged then and said, "the first duty of the wife 
is to give her body unto her husband. He will take great 
pleasure in the sight and touch of it, and his duty is 
to ensure his wife enjoys it and is aroused and slick 
for his entrance. I will be the husband and will enjoy 
your body for a time, then stimulate you to orgasm to 
ensure arousal," I was nodding in agreement though I 
wasn't really sure what all she had said. 

When she saw me nod she said, "Men are somewhat rougher 
and I will try to simulate that, but you do not have to 
when you act as the husband if you do not want to," she 
paused and said, "Remember, if you tell me to stop, I 
will not mind, and will help you find a... school."

When I nodded, she stood up and sort of looked distant 
for a moment, then pulled me up by the hand and wrapped 
her arms around me as she said, "I want to enjoy your 
body wife." Then she kissed me. 

I don't really know why my body does the things it does, 
but it moaned when she did this. My hands kind of went 
around her neck and I kind of sagged into her. She had 
one hand down on my butt, and the other around my waist 
as she began letting her tongue move into my mouth like 
Leila and Susan had. It seemed odd to moan into 
someone's mouth, but Mistress didn't say anything. 

She eventually pulled her tongue out and began kissing 
the side of my neck, making it easier to breath, but 
making me realize my neck was one of the places that 
made me aroused. My ear too, though I wasn't sure about 
that one. Her hand on my butt was kind of squeezing as 
she sucked on my neck. 

I let out a squeak when the hand on my butt moved up to 
cup my breast. I knew men liked breasts, and had found 
myself oddly drawn to them too, so quite understood why 
Mistress fondled mine. It didn't stop me from moaning 
and my body from trying to rub it's pussy against 
Mistresses leg.

She did this for about a minute, the pushed me back on 
the couch and knelt in front of me. She put a hand 
behind my head and pulled me onto her lips again, 
thrusting her tongue in my mouth sort of like Susan did 
with her fingers on Leila. My hands were around her neck 
as she brought both of hers down and began to unbutton 
my blouse. 

I almost said something, but remembered not to, and just 
held on and sort of sucked on her tongue. Sucked on her 
tongue I thought with a loud moan. She pushed my blouse 
off, then reached around to undo my bra. I had to open 
my mouth wide to breath as her hand came back to cup my 
naked breast. She did things to them then, cupping them, 
rubbing them, even pinching the nipples until I was kind 
of making loud moaning noises and breathing really fast.

I squeaked again, startled as she laid me back and slid 
next to me, propped on her arm over top. I was panting 
like a runner as she leaned down to lick, then suck on 
my nipple. I was sort of panting 'no' over and over as I 
fought of the demon inside me. He was making my hips 
push up and down as if he wanted to hump something.

When she kind of bit my nipple and pulled up, it was too 
much. My body orgasmed, and I screamed something I hoped 
wasn't a bad word. She just stayed where she was, my 
nipple between her teeth as I kind of threw myself 
around her mouth. My... pussy was very wet, so I figured 
she would stop, but she let a hand slide down and under 
my skirt and into my panties. I arched back some, 
deciding she wanted to be sure.

Her fingers slid between my slick pussy lips, then began 
moving back and forth. My body was thrashing again as I 
said, 'oh god' in a constant stream. She was still 
sucking on my breasts as her finger sort of pushed into 
my place. I gave a loud screech of surprise, and oddly 
enough, I think a spurt of my juices. Hopefully that 
doesn't happen every time I'm surprised or I would never 
visit another haunted house again.

My hands were holding her head as she kind of sucked the 
side of my breast into her mouth, and her finger slipped 
to the second knuckle inside me. An unfortunate accident 
on the playground had lost my hymen according to my 
mother, so I hoped Mistress didn't think I was some slut 
who slept with boys. I think the demon orgasm was going 
to overtake me soon when she stopped and pulled her hand 
out. 

I was panting and twitching, the horrible, deep itching 
sensation in my pussy driving me to rub it against 
anything, when I was surprised again. I didn't squirt 
this time which was reassuring. She kind of pulled my 
legs around, then slid her hands up my thighs to grasp 
the top of my panties. I gasped as she pulled them down 
and off me. My head was sort of held up, looking down at 
her as she looked at me. Her hands came back up and 
began sliding up the outside of my thighs, pushing my 
skirt up. Oh my god, she would see my pussy. 

I remembered at the last moment not to say anything. It 
was really strange when I realized I had a hand to my 
mouth and was moaning really loudly as I watched my 
skirt clear my pussy and reveal it to her. She licked 
her lips, then began moving her mouth down toward it. I 
should have done something I think, but the only thing I 
did was sort of let out a steam whistle sound and push 
my pussy toward her.

When her mouth touched my pussy, my whole world kind of 
exploded in lights and stars and I'm pretty sure I 
screamed loud enough for the passing cars to hear. She 
kind of held me down as I screamed a couple of more 
times and my legs wrapped around her. I was really 
embarrassed when I realized that later, but didn't 
notice it as my insides seemed to clamp up and push down 
and out of my pussy. 

Whatever had taken over my body sent long waves of 
pleasure up down me, surging up from where Mistress 
Angela had her tongue. Even when it sort of faded, the 
feel of her mouth, and the way her tongue pushed into me 
made me moan and sob continuously. 

When one of her fingers pushed into my channel the demon 
inside took over and I grabbed Mistress Angela's hair 
with both hands and shoved my pussy at her. My head 
wasn't even looking that way since my head was tilted so 
far back I was almost looking backward, my eyes were 
closed, and my mouth was wide open as I made the 
weirdest noises.

Her finger kind of twitched in me and her tongue hit the 
spot on my pussy that I heard called a clitoris, but I 
knew was some kind of devil thing because it made my 
body do things on its own. I could hardly breathe from 
the sensations her tongue were causing, but then she hit 
a spot with her finger inside me that sent a jolt from 
my butt to my heart. The combination was to much for me 
and I think I might have died. 

I screamed really, really loud, and I think I squeezed 
Mistress Angela's head really hard with my legs. But 
really, it wasn't my fault since all I could do was see 
weird colors and feel my body having some kind of 
seizure. It seems odd, but it all felt very good, even 
while I was horrified it was happening. I really did 
need help badly.

I think Mistress Angela resuscitated me, because I came 
back to find her finger in my mouth. When I opened my 
eyes she was sitting with my head in her lap, her finger 
in my mouth. I recognized my womanly juices and was 
thankful she remembered to complete the ritual since I 
had totally forgotten it, along with pretty much 
everything else.

When she took her finger out I asked her "Can you save 
me?" dreading her answer, but knowing it had to be that 
I would go to an institution because she was afraid I 
might crush someone's head with my legs.

"Yes sweet child," she said soothingly "we can. You are 
in really bad shape, but I cannot see sending such a 
sweet girl to an institutio... school," I sobbed in 
relief and thanked her a dozen times as she pulled me 
up. Holding me she said, "You need to lick your juices 
off my face now dear, we must finish what we start," Oh, 
I hadn't realized I had to do that, I felt like such an 
idiot. 

I leaned forward and began running my tongue along her 
face, licking my juices off her face. I was so angry 
with myself when I realized I was aroused again. 
Mistress Angela had just sacrificed so much for me, and 
I couldn't even be good for a half hour.

When I was finished she leaned back to look at me. I was 
sitting kind of primly for someone with no top and a 
rumpled skirt, but I didn't want her to think I was 
slovenly just because my clothes were.

"Judging by what just happened," Mistress said, "You 
have years... "she stressed years "of arousal built up 
inside you. Having you act as the husband now will show 
me if doing that will help you relieve some of the 
pressure," she sighed and looked kind of upset as she 
said, "otherwise the Sisters and your fellow students 
will have to do all the work," 

"Oh no Mistress," I said, "I'll do whatever I can."

She nodded and said, "Well, I guess this is something I 
need to do," I think she really didn't like the idea of 
being the wife for me, but was doing it because she was 
such a caring person. I knew I had to put as much effort 
as she did into this or I would be the lowest of rotten 
people. "What do I need to do Mistress?"

She kind of grimaced, but said, "You'll need to do what 
I did to you. Kissing, some breast manipulation with 
hands and mouth, then use your hands and mouth on my 
vagina," I waited for more, but she just raised an 
eyebrow sort of impatiently, so I slid closer. I raised 
my hands, then kind of fluttered them around, not sure 
what to do next. Do I put them around her, on her 
shoulders, or even on her... breasts?

"Come Betsy," she said impatiently "pretend you are a 
sex crazed man and you wanted to use my mouth, breasts 
and vagina for your pleasure. Pretend you have to be 
forceful and make me give them to you," My mouth dropped 
open as I stared and thought 'sex crazed man?' She was 
looking more impatient so I thought about a movie I 
accidently watched where a man used a woman for sex 
without her permission. It didn't really show what he 
did in detail, but I remember what he did and said.

"Um... like... like a bad man?" I whispered

She kind of clapped her hands and said, "We need to do 
this tonight, so be a really bad man. I promise as a 
Sister I will not hold your actions against you." 

"Um... um... ok," I muttered, standing up and kind of 
still deciding what to do with my hands. In the movie 
the man sort of grabbed the woman and kissed her hard, 
yelling bad things at her. I sighed, deciding if 
Mistress was going to do something she didn't want, I 
should be willing to do the same. 

I nodded, then kind of dove on top of Mistress, grabbing 
her head with my hands and kissing her hard. I only had 
the experience with Leila and Susan, but kissing seemed 
to be about putting your tongue in the other persons 
mouth and exploring.

Mistress made a kind of startled noise, but I held her 
head and shoved my tongue deep inside and moved it 
around. I was trying to remember everything as I did 
this and Mistress's hands kind of rested on my shoulders 
and she grunted a little. Oh yeah, the shouting, then 
rubbing stuff. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head 
back and yelled "You want it bitch, suck my tongue!" 

I wasn't really sure why, but yelling like that made my 
pla... pussy twinge again. She gasped loudly before I 
put my mouth on hers and held my tongue out. Sucking the 
tongue... 

I remembered during the movie that really didn't make 
sense, but now as Mistress began sucking on my tongue, 
it was... arousing. Hands, I remembered. Holding her 
hair with one, I grabbed her breast with the other. I 
didn't actually see in the movie what the man did, but I 
assumed he was wanting to feel it since I had heard men 
always wanted to put their hands on girls breasts. 

My hand was squeezing her large breasts, and I was 
surprised how firm they were. I thought such large 
breasts would be soft like a pillow, but they weren't. I 
almost sobbed as I squeezed her breasts and she sucked 
on my tongue, because I was aroused again. Why? Why am I 
always aroused? I pulled my tongue out and licked her 
face. During the movie it had seemed strange, but now I 
was thinking maybe the woman had sex juice on it. 

I positioned my hips between hers and kind of thrust 
them against hers while I squeezed her breast and said, 
"Your pussy is mine bitch. Tell me you want me to eat 
that slutty pussy." My memory has always been good, and 
I was happy it was, because making these weird things up 
would never have happened. 

Mistress Angela was such a sacrificing woman that she 
went along with it and kind of gasped out "Eat me, oh 
god eat me," I suppose she could say that, being a nun 
and all, but it seemed kind of wrong to call on god to 
do that since I was supposed to. But she probably did it 
for me, hoping a miracle would happen and save me. No 
such luck.

The grinding of hips was making my pussy get a really 
deep itch and I let out a moan or two without realizing 
it. Grabbing her hair and forcing her head back, I sat 
up a little and reached down to pull her top over her 
breasts. She didn't have a bra on, and her breasts were 
very large. 

The largest I had seen, and for some reason I sort of 
gasped, then moaned. I pushed down and sucked the end of 
one breast into my mouth as she let out a really loud 
moan. While I suckled on her breast, I was remembering 
the next step. Kiss, curse, tongue suck, curse, breasts. 
Oh yeah.

I sort of nibbled and fondled for a minute as I thought, 
then pulled back and kind of threw Mistress onto her 
stomach and with one hand pushing her shoulders into the 
couch, I used the other to slip her skirt up, revealing 
her panties. They were a pretty pink color, but they 
were very wet around her place, so she must have been 
aroused. She really was a saint. I bet she was having to 
think of nice things while I did this to be aroused.

Pulling my hand back, I slapped her butt cheeks and 
said, "don't move bitch, or I'll bend you over and fuck 
you up the ass," That really was in the movie because I 
would never have thought of it. I remember thinking at 
the time that it didn't make any sense, but now I 
realized men would put their things in a woman's butt.

Mistress kind of let out a really long moan and her hips 
ground against the couch as I pushed my hand down and 
grabbed her place. At first I thought she was peeing, 
then realized she was having an orgasm. Something I was 
thinking might happen to me soon as I looked at her 
panty covered butt and felt her really wet panties. I 
ground my hand into her for a bit, then reached up and 
pulled them down to her knees, reaching back up to put 
my hand on her pussy again.

I was panting pretty hard, but nowhere near as hard as 
Mistress was. I was working hard on remembering, but my 
arousal was kind of messing things up as I let my 
fingers push against her place longer than I was 
supposed do. Shaking my head I leaned over her, hand 
still on her pla... pussy, grabbed her hair and pulled 
her head back before saying "You want my tongue in your 
pussy don't you bitch?" 

The man kept saying bitch, and I knew it was a bad word, 
so using it seemed wrong, but I couldn't think of a word 
to replace it. I thought about saying 'bad woman' but it 
didn't seem to really work. Mistress Angela surprised me 
by sort of screaming "Yes, eat me. Oh Jesus lick my 
pussy," If my internal demon hadn't been so in control, 
I think a nun begging for Jesus to lick her pussy would 
have thrown me off a little. But I really didn't hear 
much, only remembering it later. 

Something wasn't completely right because I was kind of 
pushing her face into the couch as I shoved my middle 
finger into her pussy hard. Then I licked her ear. That 
was really strange, her ear. I think if Sister Beth 
hadn't realized I had a problem, I would be totally 
crazy now, probably licking people's ears in stores and 
stuff. But I did, and my fingers were making very vulgar 
noises as I shoved it into her place. In and out a lot, 
and really kind of hard. 

I finally got control and pulled back, flipping Mistress 
over again and lifting her legs to yank her panties off.

She had some lines on her face from the couch cushions, 
but she was also very red and kind of drooling. I was 
somehow standing over her, her legs in my arms, looking 
up at me I said, "Oh yeah, that's my hot little pussy."

The next part made me feel both good, and really bad. I 
sort of dropped to my knees and shoved my mouth against 
her pussy as she screamed really loud. I mean ear 
piercing loud, but it didn't sound as loud to me because 
her legs came up to try and crush my head. That made me 
feel better about doing it to her, which is why she did 
it I'm sure. But... I orgasmed too. 

From putting my mouth on a woman's vagina, which was 
really worse than an ear if you think about it. I was 
moaning and kind of crying in shame as her juices kind 
of flowed out and into my mouth. I really didn't think 
about it since we are supposed to lick it clean for the 
ritual, it must have seemed natural to do. 

It was actually kind of nice, though again the taste 
aroused me like it had the first time. Though not 
immediately, since I was orgasming and licking her 
juices and moaning and crying as she squeezed my head 
with her legs and made those really loud screams.

I don't think we did that for too long before she kind 
of collapsed and her legs released my head. I licked her 
juices for a while, then peeked up to see her sort of 
staring at the wall, panting really fast. I eased out 
from between her legs and crawled over beside her head 
and said, "I'm sorry Mistress Angela, I tried to do what 
that movie showed, but I probably messed it up. Are you 
mad at me."

She really didn't focus on me for a while, then her eyes 
drifted down as she caressed my face softly. Then I saw 
her gather herself as she said, "I'm not mad Betsy. I 
know you try as hard as you can and you can't help not 
knowing how to do these things." She sat up and pulled 
me up beside her to start licking my face clean. I had 
forgotten again. 

"You try so hard, and are such a sweet girl, that I'll 
try to set some time aside for you to practice some more 
during the evenings," she said. I sort of cried a little 
and hugged her as she soothed me, sobbing thank you to 
her. 

I could feel her breasts on mine and hated myself for 
getting aroused again. "I think Sister Beth is right and 
we can make this work," Mistress Angela said, "I know 
you find it hard child, but I think using your mouth on 
my vagina really forced your body to work some of the 
stress and arousal out. I'd like you to continue that 
for a while before we try anything else," That made me a 
little conflicted. I was happy that she was happy, but 
the mouth and vagina thing seemed wrong, though my body 
did find it arousing. I knew that because I was becoming 
aroused at the thought of doing it.

She caressed my cheek thoughtfully, then said, "It's 
early enough, I think you should ask young Leila if she 
will let you do that to her. I know it's a terrible 
inconvenience for her, but if she will make that 
sacrifice for you fairly often, it should speed the 
process up," Oh dear, Leila had done so much for me 
already that it seemed wrong to ask it of her. 

"A-are you sure Mistress? I hate to ask Leila to force 
herself to do this," "The gift is in the giving dear," 
Mistress said, "I believe Leila will receive back 
goodness greater than she offers. A sacrifice now is 
rewarded by plenty later," I nodded, remembering that 
lesson. Perhaps Leila would get something nice later 
because she let me lick her vagina.

"thank you Mistress," I said.

She kissed my forehead and helped me put my clothes 
together before sending me back to my room.

Leila was sitting in bed reading when I came in. She 
dropped the book and hugged me tight with a big smile 
and said, "How did it go? Did Mistress help? Did she say 
you would be ok? Is there anything you need?" 

I had a hard time keeping up, but I tried, so I said, 
"Good, yes, probably, yes," Leila blinked and looked at 
me suspiciously for a moment, so I said, "Was that 
wrong? I couldn't remember all your questions," She 
giggled then and said, "All right I think. So it went 
well, that's great. Did you say you need something? I'll 
do it, whatever it is I'll do it for you."

That got me to crying a little at how nice she was, but 
she comforted me, even knowing that I got aroused when 
her breasts touched my face. I wiped the tears and said, 
"I-I know this is a lot to ask, but... but Mistress 
Angela said I should... you know do the mouth and vagina 
thing... well... often."

"Oh," Leila said, in a kind of discouraged voice before 
adding "You need someone to do that with?" I nodded 
miserably, but she shook herself and said, "Well were 
sisters now and if your sister won't do that for you, 
who will?"

That confused me a little, not really sure if that made 
sense, but really proud that she thought of us as 
sisters.

"Ok," Leila said, "let's do this on your bed. I'll lay 
back and you can do your practice work."

"Thank you Leila," I said shyly, knowing what a 
sacrifice this was. She just smiled and pulled her skirt 
and panties off, then shucked her top too for some 
reason, before lying naked on the bed. 

"Your clothes get sweaty if you leave them on," she 
said.

That made a lot of sense, and I got a lot of girl juice 
on mine with Mistress Angela. I pulled my clothes off, 
blushing as Leila looked at me. "Did anyone tell you it 
is cleaner to have someone shave your vagina hair?"

I blushed but nodded yes and said, "Mistress Angela said 
I should ask you or Susan to do it"

She grinned and patted her vagina as she said, "Well, 
we'll get this done, and maybe be able to shave you in 
the morning," 

I crawled onto the bed, sliding between her legs, 
blushing, but trying not to make her feel bad. When I 
hesitated, Leila said, "What did you do with Mistress 
Angela, didn't you do this already," That brought tears 
again as I said, "I-I was terrible. It was so awful for 
her," Leila sat up and hugged me tight, her breasts 
rubbing mine. It was my first thought when she hugged 
me, that her breasts were touching me. God I hoped I 
didn't suddenly start licking her ear or trying to crush 
her head.

"It's ok Betsy, I'll show you first, then you can do 
it," she wiped my tears from my cheeks and smiled 
hopefully at me "Ok?"

I nodded and said, "I'm sorry you have to do this 
Leila," in a soft voice

"Anything for my sister," she said brightly, guiding me 
to my back and settling down on her front, her face by 
my place and looking up to where my head was on the 
pillows. "I'm not very good either Betsy, but I'll do 
what I can. Tell me if it hurts or you don't like it," 
she said I wanted to say I wouldn't like it, but just 
having her face down there brought my demon out. 

My place was getting wet again, and I was kind of 
gasping for breath as I stared at her mouth. She gave me 
a warm smile as she started kissing the insides of my 
thighs, then kind of talked while she kissed "This helps 
I think to make it nicer. It seems rude to just put your 
tongue in someone's pussy." 

She paused then said, "Should I say pussy? Sister Beth 
said you were supposed to, but I won't if you don't want 
me to," My first response was kind of a grunting sound 
as she licked my thigh.

I managed a gaspe,d "Ok... It... It's ok..." 

"Great," she said, licking a long line almost to my 
pl... pussy, getting a long moan from my demon.

"Wow Betsy," she said, as I felt her breath on my pussy, 
"you're really wet"

Then she kissed me right on my pussy. Her lips touched 
me there and they felt so warm and soft and hot and... 
and other things. When her tongue kind of slid between 
my pussy lips I gave a sort of sobbing scream and pushed 
my hips up into her face. 

It was so rude, but I didn't even think about it, my 
pussy seeming to be drawn to her lips like they were 
magnetic. I was having a really hard time breathing, 
only able to draw in air in long gasps.

Her tongue licked all the way up my pussy, drawing 
across my button, getting a spasm out of my body as I 
yelled something. She put her hands around my hips I 
think to keep me from banging her nose, and kept licking 
me. Her tongue drawing up slowly, pushing in as it 
passed my channel, then across my button. She did this a 
few times, wrestling with me as I began screaming 'yes' 
for some reason, then I orgasmed. 

My demon is really strong, so he picked my hips up even 
with Leila holding them, and I sort of pulled the covers 
loose from the bed. When the demon let me go my butt was 
hurting from clenching so hard, but the rest of me was 
so relaxed and happy it was amazing. I think I was 
toughening up some. Leila slid up beside me and I licked 
her face clean in a leisurely sort of way. I realized 
that I had tasted Leila's, Susan's, and Mistress 
Angela's pussies. 

Oh god. My thighs kind of pushed together at the 
thought, so I forced myself to sit up and say to Leila 
"Thank you for doing that Leila. I'll do it now if 
you'll let me," She gave me a quick kiss and laid down 
in front of me. I was surprised to see her place was wet 
with juices, but I shouldn't have been. Leila was such a 
good person she probably tried really hard to get 
herself aroused for me.

I laid down between her legs... then stopped. Her pussy 
was right there in front of my face. I had put my mouth 
on Mistress Angela's pussy... uh... but didn't really 
have time to enjoy... um... observe it. Leila was clean 
shaven like I was supposed to get, so everything was so 
clear and pretty looking. Her outer lips were a little 
engorged looking, and the inners slightly visible, 
though terribly wet. 

She was moaning softly for some reason, and I hoped she 
wasn't trying to keep from being too disgusted. I was 
mesmerized I think, just staring at, and breathing on 
her pussy. Her wet... hot... girl's pussy. I realized I 
was grunting in a breathy sort of way. Kind of a whimper 
as I couldn't pull my eyes away.

"God Betsy," Leila moaned, "eat me..."

What happened next was strange even for me. I think my 
demon took over because this wasn't something I saw on 
TV, and I'm not normally an aggressive person, but... I 
attacked her. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and 
drove my face into her pussy, rubbing my face around and 
in it, trying to cover myself with her juices. I'm sure 
there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for why I 
wanted to do that, but I couldn't remember it later.

Leila was saying 'oh god' continuously as her hands 
grabbed my hair, but really, I wasn't aware of her at 
all. Leila's pussy, that's what I saw, tasted, smelled 
and touched for the next eternity. I think I orgasmed 
while my face was still being covered, but eventually I 
began making growly sort of noises as I did a weird 
thing where I kind of grabbed her pussy lips in my lips 
and began tugging and worrying at them. She orgasmed 
while I was doing that, making me put my mouth over her 
pussy and try to swallow her juices. 

I want to say I did that because of the ritual, but that 
would be a lie. It was really because I was mostly 
insane and liked the taste. It aroused me. When she 
stopped flowing heavily, I began using my tongue to push 
in and force more out, letting it drive as deeply as 
possible. I haven't mentioned before, but I have a 
deformed tongue. It's really long. I can actually touch 
the tip of my nose with it; though that's something I 
never do since I had the nickname noselicker-
boogerpicker for a while until we moved.

The tongue was useful now as I pushed in and started 
trying to lick every tiny part of her pussy. I was 
getting a little frantic in my growls and moans as I 
worked, but was quickly rewarded with more juice as 
Leila pulled really hard on my hair and screamed my name 
in a high pitched, and very piercing voice. I was having 
to hold her down as I felt the flow of juices over my 
tongue, pushing me into my own orgasm. We sort of yelled 
and thrashed for a while until we both kind of relaxed. 
I realized after a while that I was lying with my face 
in another girl's place, so I blushed and slid up to lie 
beside Leila. We took turns licking each other's face 
clean. 

"I'm sorry you had to do that Leila," I said softly

We were lying with our heads on the pillow facing each 
other. She was still kind of breathing heavy as she 
said, "It... it was actually good Betsy," When I blinked 
in confusion she said, "I've been sort of aroused 
lately," she shrugged shamefacedly as she added "I think 
because you are, but this really helped," She reached up 
to touch my lips thoughtfully and said, "I think because 
you're so sweet and nice I was able to relax and try to 
enjoy it as much as possible."

Her eyes got distant for a moment as she said, "I think 
it helped me while it helped you."

"Do you really think so?" I asked hopefully. I hated 
having to get Leila and the others to do this stuff for 
me. I mean having to let me lick their pussies? I was 
really worried they would just tell me no and how awful 
I was. Maybe if I helped them while they helped me they 
wouldn't hate me. 

She nodded and said, "I do. It was sort of magical, 
almost like you were given a gift to help me. Usually 
someone helping me with my arousal still leaves me a 
little aroused. I feel relaxed and happy right now."

"Thank you," I sobbed, hugging her tight We fell asleep 
together and when I woke up in the morning she was sort 
of holding me. She gave me a sweet smile and said we 
could shave my place now if I wanted. I looked down at 
my hair and wondered how you would shave your pla... 
pussy. 

Leila actually had a little flat stool that she set in 
the shower for me and an attachment that went on the 
shower head that turned it into a hand sprayer. She 
sprayed my place down, then lathered it with shaving 
cream, making me blush as I became aroused.

"Nothing to worry about Betsy," Sheila said as she began 
shaving me "It happens to a lot of girls," My heart 
about stopped when Susan walked in, but Leila just 
smiled at her and said, "Hi Susan," Susan came over to 
watch, making me blush as Leila's fingers were touching 
my place, but Susan just said, "Leila's really good at 
this Betsy, she does mine too." "Oh," I said, realizing 
it would be easier for someone else to do for you.

"You two sounded like you did good last night," Susan 
said with a smile

That made me blush and look down, but Leila said, "Don't 
tease Susan. Betsy is trying really hard at this and I 
think she did it as well as anyone I've ever met."

"Really?" Susan said with an approving smile for me, 
"and I wasn't really teasing Betsy. I meant it when I 
said you did good. I'd like to be able to do that so 
well for my friends, but I think you have to be gifted 
or blessed to be able to make the people you care about 
feel good like that." Wow. She thought I might be 
blessed in some way? 

"You... you don't think I'm... well, a bad person?" I 
asked softly, still very aware of Leila's fingers 
pushing against my place as she worked Susan made a 
scoffing noise and said, "Bad? No way Betsy. This is how 
our bodies work, no one will blame you for that, and if 
you're not willing to help your friends with things like 
this, what kind of friend are you?"

"Oh," I said slowly, trying to concentrate as Leila was 
finishing up by pulling my pussy lips tight as she 
shaved around them "Uh... do you... uh... do you really 
think so?"

Susan knelt down by me and cupped my cheek as Leila 
rinsed me off and said, "Betsy, Mistress Angela helped 
you with this same thing right? I don't think she would 
ever in a million years think to have you do something 
bad," That made me cry and hug her as I realized she was 
right.

When I pulled away Leila said, "You're pretty aroused 
Betsy, do you want me to help you?" As I nodded 
ashamedly, Susan sighed and said, "I was just going to 
ask for your help," Leila pulled me up and gave me a 
kiss on the cheek as she thought, then looked at me and 
said, "If you want, and Susan is ok with it, maybe you 
could practice on her while I use my hand to help you," 
I blushed, but nodded yes meekly, hoping Susan wouldn't 
be to disgusted to let me do that.

"Of course it's ok," Susan said, "I'm sure Betsy would 
do it for me if I needed to"

That got me to nod and say "I'll do whatever you need 
Susan. Thank you for letting me do this, I know how hard 
it must be"

She gave me a kind of suspicious look, but Leila said, 
"She really means it Susan, she's not trying to say 
you're a bad person"

"Oh," Susan said, sort of stealing my stock answer

"If you stand against the wall, Betsy kneel and use her 
tongue, and I can use my hand on her," Leila said 
happily, pulling Susan to the wall, then guiding me 
forward. She kind of guided me to my knees, then knelt 
down directly behind me.

Putting her face close to my ear she said, "Ok Betsy, 
just do what you did last night kind of, and I'll work 
on getting you aroused a little before putting my 
fingers on your pussy," Getting me aroused? I was very 
aroused I thought, kind of panting a little already. As 
I put my hands on Susan's thighs and leaned forward, 
Leila reached around and cupped both my breasts with her 
hands. I stopped to moan loudly as she must have pushed 
my demon out of my breasts and into me. Luckily Susan 
put her hands on my head and guided me to her place. 

She was very wet too, making me feel bad that I hadn't 
offered to help earlier. Her pussy was a lot like 
Leila's, but her outer lips were tighter seeming, though 
I could actually see her clit kind of peeking at me. 
When my lips touched her pussy she let out a loud groan 
at the same time I did. 

Leila was really squeezing and fondling my breasts, 
making my body want to kind of slide forward and rub 
itself against Susan's leg. Susan tasted delicious. Oh 
lord, I could hardly breath as I savored her flavor on 
my tongue, moaning and grunting as Leila squeezed my 
breasts, and I realized now, began rubbing her pussy 
against my ass.

Since I couldn't really breath anyway, I went ahead and 
let my tongue begin drawing along Susan's lips, licking 
up her juices, eventually pushing in to get more. She 
gave a high pitched squeal as my tongue pushed deep 
inside her and curled to pull more juice out. 

When Leila slid a hand down to my pussy, she kind of 
pulled it back as she pushed her pussy forward. She was 
making really weird noises as she squeezed my breast, 
ran a finger along my pussy, and rubbed her pussy 
against my ass.

I was pushing in deep with my tongue, holding Susan 
still with my hands as I grunted and growled into her 
pussy, the juices flowing heavily now. I wanted more and 
more so I kept probing with my tongue, and after a 
couple of times, realized that a spot inside made her 
moan loudly and get juicier. After that I stroked over 
it every time I went by it. She was kind of grinding my 
face into her as she began yelling 'oh god' really 
loudly.

Susan orgasmed with a very loud scream that I didn't 
understand, but the couple of squirts of her juice were 
incredible, making me sob with excitement as I swallowed 
and licked frantically. Leila's finger was actually 
poking inside me as she really fondled my breast. It was 
while I was busy licking and sobbing that she leaned 
forward and stuck her tongue in my ear.

Sister Beth must have told her to do that, because Leila 
was much to sweet and caring to have thought of it on 
her own. But I really did have some kind of weird ear 
thing, because as soon as she did I pushed my face into 
Susan's pussy and screamed loudly as my orgasm pushed me 
close to death again. I was barely aware of Susan sort 
of sagging over me as Leila began frantically rubbing 
her pussy against my ass before orgasming with a high 
pitched steam whistle kind of noise. 

She froze with one hand on my breast, another in my 
place, and her mouth on my ear as she covered my ass 
with her juices. It's embarrassing to say, but I was 
kind of drifting, my mouth sort of lazily licking Susan 
as I mumbled and drooled and thought about whether Leila 
would have to lick her juices off my ass.

I was a little out of it, just following Leila as we 
went back to the room and put on some clothes, but the 
knock on our door made me blink back to awareness. 
Jessie, one of the other girls in our class poked her 
head in and said, "Hey Leila, Sister Beth wanted you and 
Betsy to come by her office this morning."

Leila smiled and said, "Ok, thanks Jessie," before 
turning and saying to me, "you ready?" 

When I nodded she took my hand and walked with me to 
Sister Beth's office. I was feeling shy and confused 
now, remembering the things we had done in the shower. 
It had seemed right at the time, but now I was having 
trouble understanding why I did those things. I blushed 
as I remembered pushing my tongue into Susan's... place.

Sister Beth looked up from her desk with a warm smile 
for us and waved us to the chairs in front of her. She 
gave me an appraising look, probably checking to see if 
I was going to do something crazy, then turned to Leila 
and asked "Is everything going well Leila?"

"Oh yes ma'am," Leila said with a proud smile for me 
"Betsy did great. She's really special and helped both 
me and Susan. She's the nicest and most helpful person I 
know," I blushed really hard at that, almost crying I 
was so happy at what she said. Sheila squeezed my hand 
when I looked down and said, "Don't be shy Betsy, it's 
the truth."

"I agree," Sister Beth said softly, looking at me with a 
soft smile when I looked up. "Mistress Angela said the 
same thing, so I'm feeling pretty hopeful we're on the 
right path." That made my heart thump, realizing she 
meant I might not go crazy after all. 

"How do you feel right now Betsy?" sister Beth asked

I paused in shock when I realized I felt good, not 
aroused our crazy at all. In fact I had felt good 
since... since the shower. I looked at Sheila for a 
second, catching her smile of encouragement as I turned 
to Sister Beth to say "Really good Sister." 

That got a proud smile from her as she said, "Excellent. 
I think we need to focus on your sweet and giving nature 
more Betsy. Trying to solve your arousal problems by 
just concentrating on you just makes you feel guilty I 
think," What? I looked at the Sister in confusion, but 
she just nodded and said, "You need to feel you are 
helping other people when you do these things Betsy. I 
would guess you felt best after helping other people 
with their arousal, am I right.,

I looked at Sheila again, thinking about what the Sister 
had said. Did I? I was always embarrassed when I did 
that, and my Demon seemed to take over most times, 
but... but it did seem like I was always aroused after 
Sheila helped me, but felt relaxed and happy when we 
helped each other.

"I-I think so," I mumbled.

"You do Betsy," Sheila said brightly "It's like you glow 
when you're helping me. I always think you feel bad when 
it's just me helping you, but when you do it for me you 
seem so... so angelic," Huh? Did she say angelic... as 
in angels? 

I blinked in confusion as she smiled at me, then turned 
to look at Sister Beth as she said, "So what I would 
like to do is to start having you spend time helping 
other people with their arousal, and see if we can build 
on that," I was really confused again. She wanted me to 
do... what I had done with Shiela with more people? 

"What?" I asked finally.

Sister Beth smiled and looked at me like I was slow as 
she said, "Help other people. Mistress Angela said you 
were such a sweet and smart girl, and you did so well 
with her," Mistress Angela said that? Wow, that was 
really good. I perked up a little, glad to hear she 
hadn't thought I was a total maniac ready to lick ears 
and crush heads after all. Sister Beth looked at Sheila 
and said, "Sheila, do you think Betsy can do this?"

"Oh yes," Sheila said excitedly.

Looking back at me Sister Beth said, "I'd like you to 
report to Mistress Angela Betsy and let her show you 
what to do, then I'd like you to spend this weekend 
working with the other sisters, ok?"

Um... what? Show me what to do? I blinked for a second, 
then said, "Uh... ok Sister."

Sister Beth gave me that look like I was slow in the 
head, but smiled and waved Sheila and I out.

"This is great Betsy," Sheila bubbled as we held hands 
and walked up the stairs to the Mistresses rooms.

"It is?" I asked in confusion.

"Of course," Betsy said, "Sister Beth would never have 
let you do this if she didn't think you were... um..." 

she trailed off, but I realized what she meant and I 
smiled a little. Safe. She meant sister Beth thought I 
might not be dangerous. "Yeah," I said slowly, then 
looked at her and said, "Thank you Leila."

We stopped at the Mistresses door as Leila pulled me in 
for a hug and whispered "You're my best friend Betsy and 
I want you to be better. I'll make you better."

That got me to crying a little as I said, "You're the 
best friend I've ever had."

We eventually calmed down and Sheila gave me a soft kiss 
on the lips as she left, saying "Learn everything 
Mistress tells you and I'll see you later."

I sighed a little as I realized her kiss had made me 
aroused again. A long way to go I thought, before my 
Demon is under control.

Mistress Angela was in a robe with her hair down when 
she let me in with a smile, guiding me back to the couch 
I had done those... things to her on. I sat down next to 
her as she said, "Sister Beth is very hopeful and thinks 
she has found the best way to bring you through this 
crisis Betsy."

I was sitting very upright and proper, trying to keep 
Mistress Angela from thinking I was sloppy or... crazy. 
I nodded but didn't say anything as she continued "So I 
think we will try a slightly different approach today, 
and if it works, have you apply it to the other 
sisters," she frowned a little as she said, "But you 
must be very sure you want to do this Betsy, the sisters 
are making a great sacrifice to do this for you and I 
don't want them to that for nor purpose."

"I do Mistress," I said.

She looked into my eyes for moment, then said, "I'll 
demonstrate what you should do, then I want you to show 
me you can do it. If I think you have learned how, and 
are serious about making the effort, I will ask the 
other sisters to make this sacrifice for you," "Thank 
you Mistress," I whispered, a little overwhelmed at how 
much people were willing to do for me. I could tell 
Mistress Angela really didn't want to do this and it 
made me feel guilty to think it was my fault. 

Mistress Angela sighed, then took my hand and led me 
into her bedroom. It had a very large bed in the middle 
that had tall wooden posts at each corner, and... I 
blinked to be sure, but the ceiling above the bed was a 
mirror. 

"Wha..." I started, but Mistress said, "It is to remind 
me that the Lord is always watching over me." Oh. I 
stared at the mirror for a second and realized that made 
a lot of sense. I was surprised my parents hadn't done 
this.

"Now," Mistress said, then waited for me to look back at 
her before continuing "You did well yesterday when you 
filled the role of the husband, but I want you to be 
comfortable with a more caring method."

I blushed fiercely, knowing she was talking about how 
the things I had done to her were very violent. I should 
have known it would make me seem crazy... or at least 
more crazy. 

"No," she said, putting her hand on my chin so she could 
look me in the eye "You did well, and a wife may find 
her husband reacting in such a fashion, but I will show 
you other methods." 

"Um..." I muttered, trying to figure that out. A husband 
did that?

She smiled and said, "Now Betsy, I will fill the role of 
a loving husband and you will be a willing wife, ok?"

Oh, ok," I said slowly, not sure what she meant. 

Mistress stepped up and put her hand behind my head as 
she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. She was taller 
than me and her hair sort of covered my face as she did 
it, but I was very aware of her breasts pushing against 
me through her robe. When her tongue slid into my mouth 
I moaned a little and put my arms around her. Willing 
wife she said and the words kind of went through my 
brain over and over as her hands pulled me tight to her 
and her tongue sort of swirled around in my mouth. 

She did this for a short time, then she stepped back a 
smiled at me as she said, "Very good Betsy, now I want 
you to pretend you are trying to make your husband 
excited for you. Take your clothes off slowly while I 
watch."

I blinked in confusion for a moment as she sat on the 
edge of the bed and looked at me. Excite my husband? I 
wasn't really sure what that meant, but I tried to do 
what she said, reaching up to unbutton my blouse. I was 
blushing furiously but my... place was becoming damp for 
some reason. I undressed every night so I shouldn't be 
getting aroused from doing it now. Maybe I was better at 
pretending Mistress was my husband than I thought.

When I pushed my blouse off Mistress licked her lips as 
my bra was exposed. Was that good? I reached down and 
slipped my skirt off my hips and let it slide down to 
pool at my feet, sort of covering my place with my hand, 
afraid Mistress would see the spot.

"You're doing good Betsy, now the rest," she said with 
an encouraging smile.

I hesitated, but reached back and unhooked my bra and 
let it slide off, then dropped my hands when she nodded 
for me to do so. She licked her lips again and reached 
out to grab my hips and pull me toward her.

"Men find a woman's form arousing dear," Mistress said, 
looking up at me, her lips only inches from my bosom.

"Disrobing like this in front of him will generally 
excite him and make him eager to enjoy his wife's body," 
Mistress said. Then she did something that made my demon 
moan and take control for a second. She leaned forward 
and her mouth wrapped around my left nipple. My head 
tilted back and I panted loudly as her tongue lapped 
over it as it pushed out. 

Her hands held me in place as she began licking, then 
sucking on my breast. Her lips went to the side and she 
sucked on it, drawing the skin up and getting a loud 
moan from me. My knees began bending a little as my 
place began itching and throbbing. My demon was 
disappointed when Mistress sat back and looked up at me. 
There were cold spots on my breast where it was damp 
from her mouth. My eyes were half closed and I was 
panting wildly when I looked down again.

"Very good," Mistress said calmly "I think we can make 
this work. I was afraid you would not want me to do 
this, and I don't want to make myself do these things if 
you won't benefit from it," I was still having trouble 
thinking, but I understood how hard this was for her and 
said, "Please mistress, I'll do whatever I need to, to 
keep from going crazy."

"Ok Betsy," she said with a sigh. "I'll do the rest." 
She pulled me forward and guided me to lie back in the 
middle of the bed. 

I laid there with my hands at my sides as she slid next 
to me, then leaned over and began kissing me again. This 
time though, when her tongue went in my mouth her hand 
came up to cup my breast. I kind of whimpered into her 
mouth as her warm hand began kneading and fondling me. 

did this for a couple of minutes as I tried to control 
my demon, though he was making my hips move up and down 
some. She eventually began kissing the side of my face, 
then my ear as I turned my head slightly. 

I groaned loudly as she pushed her tongue into my ear, 
making me almost cry at how messed up I was and how nice 
she was to do this for me. She had to be really unhappy 
to do be forced to do these things.

When she moved back to kissing my mouth again, her hand 
slipped off my breast and down my belly. When her 
fingers touched my panties I began making uh-uh noises 
into her mouth, which turned into squeaks as her fingers 
slid over them and came to rest on the wet spot over my 
place. Mistress Angela's fingers began stroking my place 
slowly as she leaned down to kiss my neck. 

I was making weird grunting sounds in rhythm with the 
way her finger was moving and for some reason was very 
aware of the feel of her lips on my neck. I was making 
so much noise that I think Mistress felt bad for me 
because she was making moaning noises to cover mine up.

Her hand slid back upwards to the top of my panties, 
then eased under them to slide back down and her fingers 
slipped between my... place.

"Oh... uh... oh mistress," I sort of squealed as her 
fingers pressed into me a little. 

Her mouth moved down and wrapped around my nipple again 
as one of her fingers began pushing into my p-pussy. I 
couldn't really catch my breath as it felt like little 
bolts of lightning was shooting between my nipple and my 
pussy. Her finger felt so big as it pulled out a little, 
then pushed back in. My demon began yelling words as my 
hips pushed up and down and my head was tossing back and 
forth. 

Mistress did this for a couple of minutes as I began 
sort of pushing myself up the bed and was screaming 
something... I think it might have been a bad word, but 
I'm not sure. Then the orgasm swept through me. My whole 
body tightened up and I let out a loud scream as I felt 
my juices squirt out of me, but it was really odd with 
her finger inside as my pussy clamped down really hard. 

Then she sort of bit my nipple a little which should 
have been really weird, but caused my demon to really go 
crazy and try to make me float off the bed as I squirted 
more woman juices. When the orgasm passed, I collapsed 
back on the bed, panting as Mistress slid her hand out 
of my panties. 

I caught my breath when she began kissing her way down 
my body, her lips so soft and her tongue so hot as it 
slipped out to lick me her and there. I was still sort 
of floating from the orgasm as she knelt between my legs 
and slowly slid my panties off. My eyes were half closed 
as I watched her do it. She was kneeling, her head down 
and her hair falling free and tickling my skin 
periodically. 

She let out another soft moan as my panties slid past my 
place, probably unhappy about what she was making 
herself do. She slid them off my legs, then let her 
hands run up and down my legs before sliding lying face 
down between my legs, her mouth over my place. She 
looked up into my eyes, then stared at me as her mouth 
came forward to fasten on my pussy. 

We both moaned loudly and I pushed my head back as I 
felt her tongue slip between my pussy lips.

END

Author Note: This an unfinished story that I might 
continue if there is interest in it.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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