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Darwin Girls' Middle School - 2
by Surrenderthepink (bhart5436@sbcglobal.net)

***

Brianna, 14, has become used to nude gym and the 
monthly gyno photos, even when she finds out the 
principal of Darwin Girls' is a perv. But then he tells 
her to go down to Wallace Boys' for a special 
experimental program. Will she have to please a boy her 
own age? (mf-teens, youths, nc, 1st, oral, mc, ws)


***

PART 2: Slave Training

My blackmailer and I are alone in a massage room at 
Darwin Girls' Middle School. As agreed, I stand with my 
legs apart, hands clasped nervously behind my back. The 
boy slides his hand underneath my jumper and caresses 
my bare inner thigh. When he reaches my panties, he 
fingers me awkwardly. He's way too high to get me wet.

Suddenly my teacher in 'How To Please A Boy' class 
comes in. The boy jerks away. Mr. Jones looks annoyed 
but not surprised. He waves the boy to a chair.

"Brianna, you need to go see Mr. Trefthen right away. 
I'll text him as you walk."

I want to explain, but already his back is to me. He 
taps away with one hand while shushing the boy, who is 
valiantly trying to take all the blame, with the other.

When I'm just outside the principal's office, Slave 
Corazon tells me to go right in.

Treffie and I are like, old friends. My girl pussy was 
the very first one he ever saw, way back on the first 
day of school last year, when I was 13. They say you 
always remember your first one, and I guess he does, 
because ever since when I've gone to his office to be 
photographed naked, he's always had a special smile for 
me..

So it's been what, 15 months since then. I'm used to 
being nude now, at least in front of Darwin teachers. 
We all know they can look but not touch. I've got no 
problem posing for Treffie's gyno shots or bouncing 
around naked in gym class while Darwin teachers walk in 
and out. 

There's just one thing, though. I still don't like it 
when men watch me undress. It's like, I don't mind them 
looking, but I hate them peeking. Take Mr. Jones, for 
example. What was he doing in the girls' locker room 
yesterday afternoon? I never saw him there before. And 
parking himself right in front of me and making small 
talk when he knew I only had a few minutes to get naked 
and out on the floor? Of course I had to do it, strip 
right down while he watched, trying to look like I 
didn't mind, what a perv! I suppose he enjoyed the 
view. At least I've got more to show up top than those 
tiny mounds I had last year. And Jonesy seemed to enjoy 
watching them bounce when I stood in front of him and 
started calisthenics.

Treffie is smiling at me. He's been a more relaxed man 
ever since he brought Corazon back from the 
Phillippines. She's like, 30 years younger than he is, 
but she makes him happy. Come to think of it, that's 
why she makes him happy.

"Brianna, it's good to see you. Tell me what happened."

"Well, in Pleasing class we've been studying how to 
give a boy a massage, above the waist of course. So 
after we saw the videos and practiced on dummies, today 
they sent a bunch of cute 14 year olds up from Wallace 
Boys' Middle. I gave my boy a really nice long massage, 
front and back, but when I was done he said he would 
only give me a 'D' unless I took off all my clothes and 
let him play with me, but if I did, he'd give me an 
'A'. Well, you know how important it is for a girl to 
get straight 'A's in Pleasing. So he kind of had me, 
but I figured I could get by doing less than what he 
asked for.

"So I said that Mr. Jones might come in at any time, 
and if I was naked there would be hell to pay. So we 
negotiated a while, but then he kind of got mad and 
grabbed at my breasts, so I said if he agreed to give 
me an 'A' he could put his hand under my jumper as long 
as he stayed on top of my panties. So that's what we 
decided, and that's what was happening when Mr. Jones 
came in. I wasn't hurt."

"Why didn't you just go get Mr. Jones when the boy made 
his improper suggestion?"

"I didn't want to rat him out, besides..."

"Besides?"

"Well, he was kind of cute..."

"Unfortunately, protocol in these cases requires an 
examination. So please take off all your clothes, hop 
up on the table, put your feet in the stirrups."

When the principal tells you to disrobe, you do NOT 
hesitate. What bothers me is that he looks at me while 
I do it. I know he's seen every girl at Darwin up close 
and personal at least fifteen times, and I suppose the 
thrill is kind of gone for him. Still, I wish he had a 
screen you could undress behind!

Pretty soon I'm lying down on the gyne table, feet in 
the stirrups, legs spread nice and wide, and he's 
crouched down with a big magnifying glass in his right 
hand. I'm too embarrassed to glance down, but from his 
warm breath, I know what he's looking at. It's the 
place where the penis goes in. And suddenly I'm 
thinking about Auction Day, and how the winning boy 
will take me home and strip me naked and lie me down 
and he'll undress and I'll see how big he is, nice and 
big I hope but not so big he hurts me, and then he'll 
put it in me good and deep and a couple of hours later 
he'll do it again and then more the next day and every 
day...and I hope I'm not getting too wet... because Mr. 
T. is just finishing up.

"Brianna, I see no sign of bruising or bleeding, and 
your dear little half-crescent is still intact. There's 
no reason to take any photos or even make mention of 
this in your Dossier. It could only lessen the price 
you bring your father."

"Thank you." I've always figured Treffie would give me 
a break if he could, given our history.

"Here's a tissue, please wipe, but don't get dressed 
yet, there's another issue we need to talk about."

Naturally, he watches me as I wipe, smiling 
reassuringly. God, I'm so embarrassed! Now he has my 
Dossier out and is reading something, frowning.

"Brianna, go over to the scales. I don't like what I'm 
seeing here."

I get on the scales. He marks down my weight, looking 
concerned.

"You should be gaining weight at this time of your 
life, but instead you seem to be losing. I'm going to 
touch your ribs, stomach, and buttocks now."

The rule is, no teacher can touch a student, only the 
principal, and even he has to tell the girl in advance 
where he intends to touch her, like if he is going to 
give her a bare bottom spanking, he has to announce it 
first, also tell her the number of whacks she's going 
to get.

He runs his hands up and down my ribs, accidentally 
touching the bottoms of my breasts with the backs of 
his hands. Then he takes a bit of flesh at my waist 
between his fingers. He has me turn around and bend 
forward, so I'm showing him everything I've got, only 
upside down. He gently pinches each cheek. He nestles 
my butt mounds in the palms of his hands. It's a good 
fit.

"Can you explain why you have gotten so thin?"

"No, I have no idea." Actually I know very well. Food 
is fantastically expensive, the Earth can't really 
support 9 billion people, and money is very tight at 
our house just now, which is why I'm desperate to bring 
a good price at Auction. Still, there would be enough 
for me except that I've been secretly sliding some off 
my plate and onto my kid brother's. But I'd never 
betray a family secret like that.

"OK, you can get dressed and go to your next class. But 
come back and see me at the end of the day. On your way 
out, could you please tell Corazon to come in, and have 
her bring the Do Not Disturb sign, please."

When I tell her what he wants, she flashes me a strange 
look. I'm ten feet down the hall before I realize 
what's up. I turn around, and there she is, looking at 
my retreating body as she places the sign on his door. 
I realize with a start that they're going to do it. I 
mean, she's a slave, right? He's going to take her 
right now, across the desk or on the carpet, and she 
knows it. And she's wondering who I am and what I did 
to get him hot. Why, of all the girls he puts up on 
that table every day, am I the one who turns him on? 
Well, I can't take any credit, really. It's just that I 
was, as I already said, his first. I don't think I've 
blushed for a year, but I'm sure red now as I walk down 
the hall. 

And here's the worst part. Treffie could have waited 
until I left and then told Corazon to put up the sign 
and come in. But he had me tell her. So he must want me 
to know what I do to him.

I'm a nervous wreck for the rest of the day. I keep 
thinking about what she must look like naked, wondering 
if she likes it or if she just does it because she's a 
slave and has to. God, I even think about him naked, 
sticking his thing right in her, wondering if he gasps 
or moans, and if she cries out in her language when she 
comes. If she comes. And then I go back to thinking 
about being at Auction again, fantasizing that this 
really handsome boy from a rich family buys me and puts 
a big wad of money in my father's hand, making him cry 
for joy. And the boy is very polite and nice until we 
get to his bedroom, and then he like, just ravishes me, 
and I come and come.

I've been thinking stuff like this a lot lately. And 
seeing boys, even if I'm just cutting their hair or 
doing their nails, gets me all worked up. Even what 
happened this morning was kind of fun, though the boy 
was a real amateur. And it's only a year before I go 
down to Wallace for the serious stuff. Sometimes I 
think if I'm going to lose my cherry to a complete 
stranger, maybe I ought to find a boy I like and let 
him get there first. I could do it right now and I 
wouldn't have to wait. But with our schools being 
separate, it's hard to meet boys. I don't have a 
candidate in mind.

Mr. Trefthen is very relaxed and happy when I go to his 
office at the end of the day. He even winks at me, ugh!

"Brianna, on the recommendation of Mr. Jones, you've 
been selected for a big honor. You'll be our school's 
representative in a new experimental program. Tomorrow, 
first thing, put on your best uniform and go directly 
to see principal Wycliff at Wallace Boys'. I can't say 
any more right now, she will explain everything."

I try to get more information anyway. I ask if my bra 
and panties should be nice, too. He looks surprised, 
then embarrassed, then nods.

I leave the school and walk home, wondering what I've 
got myself into. Why does my underwear have to be nice, 
unless someone (some boy?) is going to see it? Will he 
get to take it off and see me naked? Will he be just as 
bare? What exactly does a hard penis look like? Will I 
be expected to Please him in some way? But I'm only 14, 
that's not supposed to come until next year! 

I have a hard time sleeping. Usually when that happens 
I just jill-off. But I don't. Something tells me I need 
to save it for tomorrow.

***

The next morning I'm too keyed up to eat, which my 
brother appreciates. I know this is stupid on my part. 
I'll be ready to eat a whale by lunchtime and don't 
even know what will be offered.

As I approach Wallace, boys gather in groups to stare 
at me. They whisper and giggle. I think they must 
assume I'm already 15, and have come down to Please a 
boy. But sex girls are always sent in groups.

Mrs. Wycliff is even older than Mr. Trefthen. She is 
nicely dressed in the former style. She must have been 
married before the new laws were passed in order to 
keep the 'Mrs.' Otherwise she'd be Slave Anna.

In the room with her is a cute looking boy of about my 
own age. He has sandy-red hair, and his blue school 
uniform with gold buttons makes him look scrumptious.

He is blushing at something the principal has just said 
to him.

"Brianna, this is Aidan. Aidan, Brianna." We smile at 
each other mischievously.

"Brianna, on behalf of Wallace School, I apologize for 
yesterday's incident. The boy will be punished later 
today. But the entire matter has caused Mr. Trefthen 
and me to think more carefully about certain school 
policies.

"Aidan, Brianna is taking a three year course called 
How To Please A Boy, which is designed to prepare here 
for a lifetime of servitude. Similarly, Brianna, Aidan 
is taking a course this semester called Caring For Your 
Slave Girl. Neither of you has had any formal sex 
training.

"Brianna, the boy who touched you inappropriately 
yesterday was, as you know, 14 years old. Our present 
policy is not to allow boys at Wallace to be fully 
Pleased by a girl until they are 15, actually the 
average is 15 years 4 months.

"But making boys wait so long causes problems. The 
intent of the new laws is stated explicitly in the 
legislative language. This school is supposed to 
provide sexual relief for boys from the time of their 
first seminal emission. For most of our boys, this 
happens at age 13 or 14. So the question is, are we 
really following the law? Should we deny boys their 
legal rights on the grounds that they are not mature 
enough emotionally? Specifically, can we introduce boys 
that age to naked girls and yet at the same time in 
some sense rein them in? Will they, out of emotional 
immaturity and natural clumsiness, in any way harm 
their assigned partners? If we were to tell the boys to 
preserve the girls' virginity, would boys just go right 
ahead and penetrate them anyway, or would they be 
satisfied with oral sex, manual stimulation, mutual 
masturbation, outercourse, pee play, and so on? Of 
course, I understand that under the new laws, girls' 
feelings are not important. But as a woman, I would 
hate to think that I was enforcing a program likely to 
make girls unhappy.

"I have asked Aidan, 14, a couple of questions that 
made his face red, and his answers have convinced me 
that he is indeed physically ready, and therefore is 
qualified under the law to be Pleased. And as for 
temperament, he has the highest recommendation from his 
teachers as being level-headed, as do you, Brianna.

"Therefore, I am going to take the two of you to a 
private area, our old gym, which is locked up and no 
longer in use since the new one was built. For today 
and today only, you are to pretend that Aidan had just 
bought you at Auction.. This means that you, Brianna, 
will have to do everything Aidan tells you to do, no 
matter how uncomfortable or embarrassed it makes you 
feel. Aidan is authorized to chastise you if you refuse 
any order, but I hope it will not come to that. And he 
is responsible for your welfare. You will go to lunch 
as soon as the cafeteria opens, 11AM, when it will be 
less crowded, and go back to the gym after lunch.

"I cannot answer any questions, because part of the 
experiment is to see what will happen without any 
guidance from us. Aidan, all Darwin girls are given 
contraceptive shots every six months, so you need not 
be concerned about that. At 3:30, I'll come and get 
you, so be dressed by then. I'll be debriefing each of 
you separately. I want you to know there are no cameras 
in the old gym. I have placed a few items of interest 
on a table inside."

She unlocks the gym door, silently hands the key to 
Aidan, and leaves. He relocks. The gym is large, with 
high windows spilling light along one side, where 
exercise mats cover the floor. On the dark side, 
miscellaneous school supplies and trash are piled. 

He leads me to the lighted side and steps back, looking 
at me curiously from top to bottom, undressing me with 
his eyes the way boys do. I want to talk a little, get 
to know him. Maybe I just want to delay the inevitable.

"What did she ask you just before I came in, that made 
you blush?"

"Oh, she asked me if, on a scale of one to ten, one was 
if I was sexually attracted only to boys and ten to 
girls, what would I be?"

"And you said..." I start laughing.

"I said I was a perfect ten." We are off to a good 
start, smiling at each other.

"And then she asked me had I ejaculated sperm yet. And 
I said yes. Then she wanted to know how often, and I 
said every day, but not yet today."

"I didn't know boys had to do it every day." 

I look at him sympathetically. Her questions were 
embarrassing! I realize I have no idea how much sperm a 
boy makes in a day, or what it looks like when he 
shoots. I guess I'm about to find out.

"Now tell me, what was all that about punishing a boy 
for something he did to you?"

I explained about my little blackmailer and what I had 
to let him do to me. And how Mr. Jones came in the room 
almost as soon as we started.

"Show me."

I take his hand and slide it inside my leg all the way 
up from knee to panties.

I put it squarely on top, but position it lower than 
the boy did yesterday. Aidan smiles as he rubs me 
slowly. Suddenly he slides the gusset aside and is 
underneath, boldly touching me on the bare. I push 
myself forward instinctively, but then I panic.

"Oh, my teacher just came in the room!"

Aidan catches on to the joke and snatches his hand away 
guiltily. 

"Please sir, we weren't doing anything. Plus, she's my 
sister!" We start laughing again, but his eyes are 
dangerous. He isn't going to want to wait much longer.

He leads me to the table in the center of the room.

"Sit down, and we'll talk." We take chairs.

He fingers the first of five items on the table and 
smiles. It is a large magnifying glass. He glances 
briefly at a small hand mirror and a wrapped bar of 
soap. He picks up the fourth item. He still hasn't made 
eye contact.

"So, we're going to do it." I can see his Adam's apple 
move.

"Yes." I'm about to have sex with a complete stranger.

"Do I need these?" He hold up the handcuffs.

"No, no...I'll be a good girl, do what you say...it's, 
it's just that I've never undressed in front of a boy 
before."

"And I've never seen a naked girl." Now he is looking 
at me, eyes burning.

I'm as nervous as I've ever been. He might be rough, or 
cruel.

"Turn around, face away, lift up your jumper in back... 
Now lean forward, use one arm to brace yourself against 
the table, stick your butt out at me."

I must obey. I feel his hands at the waistband of my 
panties. In an instant he slides them down all the way 
to my ankles. He's looking at my bare butt. It's not my 
best feature, there's not that much to see. I'm so thin 
it's more like a little girl's fanny than a woman's. Of 
course he's seeing more than that. I'm squeezing my 
legs together out of modesty but he can see my labia 
tightly pressed together, forming a slit. I'm 
completely vulnerable in this position. He could be 
getting ready to stick a finger in and I wouldn't know 
it until it happened. Or maybe he's getting his prick 
out, going to do me doggie my first time. I'd have an 
hard cock in me before I even saw it.

But that's not what happens. I feel something flat 
press against my right butt cheek.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Yes, it's the fifth item, a ping-pong paddle."

"Yes, Brianna, and it's to be used on bad little girls. 
Bad girls who don't follow instructions. Bad girls who 
won't do naughty things when asked. Are you a bad girl, 
or a good girl?"

"I'm, I'm a good girl. I'll do naughty things. I don't 
need to be spanked with a paddle."

The paddle shifts to my other cheek. He draws it 
lightly over my skin. I can feel its roughness. Now he 
lifts it and turns it so it is edgewise. He lowers it 
into my butt cleft. He slowly pulls it downwards.. I 
can feel the pimples on the face moving lightly against 
the sensitive tissue around my butt hole.

All hell breaks loose. I instinctively compress my 
cheeks, which just increases the pressure, and at the 
same time it feels like every drop of blood in my body 
is heading for my pussy. I start lubricating like mad. 
I can feel both sets of labia beginning to engorge with 
blood, and my clit is trying its best to jump out of 
its hood. I moan. 

Suddenly the pressure stops and my panties are 
replaced.

"Turn around and straighten your jumper, sit back 
down."

When I sit, I feel a slight squishiness. 

"You were indeed a bad girl, showing a perfect stranger 
all that, and getting so wet besides. I'm putting away 
the cuffs and the paddle, because I know now you're 
going to show me everything, up close, and I'm going to 
use the magnifying glass, too. And we're going to do 
some things we've never done before, you and I. You're 
going to Please me, yes you are, and more than once."

I nod. He's made me ready. He takes me over under the 
windows again.

"Take off your jumper, blouse, shoes and socks." I do. 
He looks down at my panties. The gusset is damp. I hope 
I'm not showing, like, the outline of my lips or a few 
stray hairs. Of course I'm being silly. It won't matter 
a few minutes from now.

"Pull the bra up, show me one of them."

One frightened breast makes its appearance.

"Now toss the bra."

I do. He stares.

"Make them jiggle."

I hop from one foot to the other. They move a little, 
but really they are so small and firm they don't shake 
all that much. 

There aren't enough showers at Darwin, so after gym we 
share with another girl. Some girls like to soap up 
their partner's breasts. I've done it and had it done 
to me. It feels real sexy, but nobody I know has dared 
to do anything more. You can't help but compare yours 
to theirs. That's how I know I'm about average for my 
age. Aidan looks pleased, anyway.

"Walk quickly down to the end, turn around, and run as 
fast as you can back to me."

At a dead run, they do bounce, so he isn't 
disappointed. Is he thinking about how a girl's breasts 
jiggle when a boy is thrusting in and out? I wonder 
what other exercises he has in mind. Does he know all 
Darwin girls are gymnasts? Does he know I can do 
handstands and splits? Would he like to stand and look 
down at me while I do a split while standing on my 
head? Should I volunteer?

"Lie on your back."

He seems amused to see my breasts flatten and partly 
disappear. My panties are askew in front. He can see 
part of my mound and some hair. I don't have much.

His fingers play with my nipples. Soon I am gasping. He 
makes eye contact as he caresses me, so I can't hide 
what I'm feeling. My nipples are so hard it makes them 
easy to grasp and rub between thumb and fingers. I am 
even wetter now. I wonder if he can smell me.

He kneels over and sucks an entire nipple inside and 
licks it with his tongue. He has one knee between my 
legs. I moan and buck against it. He suddenly stands up 
and makes an adjustment to his crotch. He kneels again 
and gives each nipple equal time.

He pulls away and I open my eyes. His are burning. Up 
until now he's always been gentle, but now he grasps my 
panties and jerks them all the way down and off my feet 
in one motion. I think I know what's going to happen 
next. He'll want me to open my legs wide and raise them 
in the classic position, the position billions of women 
before me have taken. But he surprises me.

"Stand up."

I face him naked. I'm excited, wet. I'm breathing hard. 
I give a little cry. I spread my legs wide.

He looks a long time. I'm not sure exactly what he can 
see. My outer labia are parted, but as I'm standing he 
can't see nearly as much as if I was on my back.

"Turn around."

He sure likes to see bare butts.

"Put your panties up, we're going to take a break."

He walks away and sits down, averting and closing his 
eyes..

"Aidan, I'm just shy, but I'll, I'll show you all, I'll 
spread my..."

"Not right now. I have to rest. I have to cool down. I 
kind of made a mistake."

I pull my damp panties up and wait silently three or 
four minutes.

"Brianna...my cock is so hard it is painful, and I'm 
really, really close to shooting off in my pants. 
You're going to have to help me out...I am going to 
undress quite carefully. Then I'm going to approach you 
very fast and try to stick it in before I spurt. That 
means I need you naked on your back with your legs 
raised and spread.

You need to be really wet, and...to be honest, I don't 
know exactly where to put it, I mean I know it's kind 
of low down, but I don't want to miss because if I 
don't get it in on the first try, I'll be spurting cum 
all over you. So as soon as I get to you, I need for 
you to grab on and guide it in. So I need you to be 
really wet. If you need to masturbate a little, I'm 
going to turn my back while I undress."

Down and off with the panties once again. They are 
really getting quite disgusting. I lie back and slide 
the middle finger of my left hand in to my second 
knuckle. I curl it slightly so it presses on my 'G' 
spot. I 'm wet enough, but still I reach down with my 
other hand and rapidly diddle hood and clit.   

"I'm ready." A half hour ago he was a complete 
stranger. Now I can't wait to feel him in me good and 
deep. So much for romance.

He's taking off the last of his clothes now. He has a 
cute butt that I want to touch. Now he turns and comes 
on fast. I just get a glimpse of a hard thing sticking 
out and up, bobbing as he strides, the first penis I've 
ever seen, but just for a second, because instantly 
he's on me, and my greedy hand closes around it. I have 
just a fraction of a second to realize how hard it is 
before I guide it to my entrance.

I feel a slight pinch as he thrusts in, then it's just 
glorious. I feel...filled up... I'm stretching to allow 
him in, stretching wider and longer, too, and I can 
feel something deep inside doing flip flops. Soon cum 
will be spurting hard against my cervix, and something 
is getting ready to suck it deep inside. He is 
thrusting now, a couple slow strokes as he savors the 
unfamiliar warmth and pressure, then things get 
frantic.

It doesn't take long before he stiffens and stops. He 
raises himself up just a tiny bit. I can feel his penis 
quiver as he pumps. My right hand has been immobilized 
with his weight, but now it is free to diddle. Three 
rubs and I come, too.

I never knew sex was so fast. I don't want him to pull 
out yet. I put both hands on his cute butt and press. 
He pushes in slightly, but already I can feel the 
stiffness fading. I hold him a while, then I let him 
out and we lie there side by side.

"I was too eager, too quick. Next time will be better."

That makes me smile. I know boys can't like, do it 
twice right away, they have to recover. But 'next time' 
has to be today. And I'm thinking he might last longer 
the second time. I'm all for that! And then there's a 
lot of stuff we haven't done yet.

"Uh, there's some blood..."

He's been looking down between my legs. There's just a 
little, a bit on my right inner thigh, some on the skin 
right under where the penis goes in, more on the pad 
underneath us.

"Don't worry, you didn't hurt me, it's just my hymen I 
think. Can you get the mirror off the table?"

He gets up. He is dangling now, sees me looking, takes 
it between his fingers and shakes it at me. A tiny drop 
sails off and I start to giggle.

He comes back with the mirror and the magnifying glass 
both. I put the mirror between my legs and rock back 
slightly. I adjust it with my hands. 

"Yes, it's just my hymen, no big deal, you can just see 
a tiny bit of tissue left, or maybe that's just dried 
blood." Aidan takes the mirror away and replaces it 
with the magnifying glass.

"If I hurt you, I'm sorry. But I think it's a natural 
thing. Let's go get you cleaned up."

He helps me up. We go over to the table and pick up the 
bar of soap and walk the length of the gym together. I 
look down, slyly glancing at his penis, amused to see 
it waggling side to side with each stride. He notices, 
laughs, silently points to my bouncing breasts.

There is silence for a few minutes, but I'm starting to 
feel uncomfortable.

"Aidan, I have to go to the bathroom. Uh, to pee."

"I'd like to watch that. I'd like to watch you pee 
standing up in the shower."

"That's a little awkward. Girls can't aim, you know. It 
might dribble down my leg."

"Then we'll just wash it off."

We enter the bathroom. Boys must have used it, because 
there are what I think must be urinals along one side. 
I imagine a line of boys all peeing at once. Don't boys 
get embarrassed? What if some of them are, like, 
smaller? I don't think Aidan would have to worry, but 
what do I know?

"Go in, lean against the back wall, push your legs 
forward and spread them wide. Reach down and pull 
yourself open."

Oh, my. Aidan is kneeling now, looking right into my 
pink.

"Now let 'er rip."

I'm so embarrassed I can't get started right away. A 
few drops drip down on my taint. Finally a full yellow 
stream shoots out forcibly, splashing on the floor in 
front of me with a loud sound that makes me blush. 
Aidan looks on avidly. The stream weakens and dies, 
finally trickling down my leg.

It must be contagious, like yawning. He stands beside 
me and places my hand on his shaft. I raise it slightly 
and a stream spurts out the end. I wave it lazily it 
back and forth, laughing as the pee alters course. He 
has me shake off the last drops. 

"So that's what boys do? Girls use a square of toilet 
paper to wipe."

"I'll remember that next time a girl let's it rip in 
front of me." We are laughing again.

"Turn on the water and get the temperature right while 
I unwrap the soap."

He had said 'we'll just wash it off'. As I get the 
spray right, I realize he's going to be in the shower 
with me, soaping me up. Including all my peeing parts, 
and the tender places where blood has dried. I shiver.

The shower is noisy so we don't talk much. When he 
wants me to raise my arms or push out my chest, he just 
gestures. He spends a lot of time on my breasts, 
soaping them over and over, sliding my slippery nipples 
through his fingers, rubbing them against his thumb. 
He's not so interested in my back and waist. He soaps 
up my mound and leaves the bubbles glistening in my 
scant hair. He's a butt man for sure. I don't think it 
needs all that much soap.

He teases me by doing my feet and legs next. He 
gradually works his way up each leg, ending at my inner 
thigh, which makes me quiver. Finally he gently pulls 
my legs apart. He lathers his hands up and slides up 
and down my slit over and over. Somehow, he knows where 
my clitoris hides. He is surprisingly gentle with it, 
but after a while I don't want gentle. I seize his hand 
and press it hard right against my clit hood and hump 
my pussy on it, just jilling off really, coming once 
hard and once softly, that last catching me by surprise 
so I almost fall down.

When I recover a bit, I try to take the soap from him 
but he shakes his head. I guess he can't get hard yet, 
or doesn't want to. He soaps himself quickly from head 
to toe and we rinse off. There are big fluffy towels 
for us. After I am dry, I tease him by tying one around 
my waist, covering up. He chooses to stay bare. He 
doesn't seem to be embarrassed by being naked. Maybe he 
is proud of his penis.

He points at the towel. "Shame on you. I haven't even 
given you your sex physical."

I giggle. "To see if I'm ready to have sex? It's a 
little late for that."

"There must be a locker room, hopefully with a training 
table."

We find it right away. I don't have to be told to get 
up on the table, that's just routine at Darwin. He goes 
back to get the magnifying glass. I watch his butt as 
he leaves. It looks funny at first. Then I realize I'm 
thinking of girls' butts and how they wiggle from side 
to side. Plus his doesn't look quite as soft.

There aren't any stirrups. He makes me pull my legs up 
and fold them against my chest, then spread nice and 
wide, pulling my outer labia open and exposing my 
tender pink insides. He looks and touches. I think he 
knows what he is seeing, but he makes me tell him the 
name of each thing he touches. I think he just likes to 
hear me say "inner lips", "clitoral hood", "clitoris", 
"pee bump", "vagina". Then he wants to know if I know 
vulgar words, like synonyms for penis. He makes me tell 
him what we did using dirty words. He makes me say I 
liked it when he fucked me in my cunt with his dick.

He asks me if I want to give him a physical. Of course 
I say yes. I get down and he gets up, legs well apart, 
penis lolling against his thigh, scrotum still relaxed 
from the heat of the shower, balls bulging visibly 
through the thin skin. He tries to tell me what he 
would look like if he wasn't circumcised. I lift it up 
and look underneath. He shows me the most sensitive 
spot on the underside. I look at his scrotum and gently 
lift his balls. He says they go up and down with the 
temperature, and the penis shrinks when it's cold. I 
didn't know any of this. 

He gets down and puts his arms around me and gives me a 
big hug.

"I like to feel your bare breasts against my chest."

After a while he drops his hands from around my back 
onto my butt. He caresses it and draws me to him. For a 
while, we are each other's worlds.

He breaks reluctantly away and we walk back to where we 
left our clothes. He looks at his watch.

"Fifteen minutes to lunch. We need to get going."

"Do you want to put my panties on?", I say teasingly.

"No, that would be...counterproductive. I only want to 
know the reverse." We laugh.

We're getting along fine. The thing about sex is, not 
only is it fun while you're doing it, but you feel so 
good afterwards. After we dress he leads the way down 
the hall to the cafeteria.

And then just as we enter everything starts falling 
apart. I'm getting dizzy, light headed. I grab him to 
keep upright. He's totally startled, especially when he 
sees my face has lost all its color. I can't really 
think straight, but I know I need food. I'm just flat 
out of gas.

A frightened Aidan hands me off to a young teacher, 
Mrs. Dawkins, who helps me to a table. He quickly 
returns with a bowl of soup. It is the best thing I 
have ever smelled. I take a couple of spoons full and 
already I am feeling better.

"Why does the top shimmer? What are those things 
floating on the top?"

"The shimmer is liquified chicken fat, the things are 
dumplings. The soup is chicken-rice-barley."

"Chix?"

"No, Chix is synthetic chicken substitute, a protein 
produced by bioengineered microorganisms. You are 
eating the real thing, chicken, the flesh of a bird."

"I guess I've never had the real thing. At Darwin we 
just have Chix, it comes in little chewy cubes. This is 
really, really better, but it must cost a lot."

"I'm not sure. Most of our food comes from the 
Historical Agriculture Preservation Area in Wisconsin."

I'm too busy eating to talk more. The thin layer on top 
is like nothing I've ever had before. The dumplings are 
heavenly. Aidan slips away to bring more food. I'm not 
too fond of starch paste, we have it every day at 
Darwin, but I know I need it. When I put it in my 
mouth, I know I'm wrong again. It's wonderful.

"And this is?"

"Mashed potato and gravy, probably they added some fat 
to the potatoes before mashing, like cream or butter."

We have butterine at school, but I won't eat it. I know 
this isn't it. I'm not going to take a fool of myself 
twice by mentioning it.

There is much more. There is a small cup of something 
called "cranberry sauce", a cup of mixed fruit, very 
exotic, there is even a really red little cherry in it, 
half slices of a kind of dense bread called "rye" with 
"sour cream" but it isn't any way sour. There's an 
incredible salad. There's something they call a "cherry 
tart" for dessert.

I realize that boys get a lot more to eat than girls, 
plus I can't believe how much better everything tastes. 
I eat and eat.

I'm making a spectacle of myself, but I'm just so 
hungry I can't stop. Aidan matches me, but he eats more 
slowly. Finally I have eaten everything in front of me. 
Aidan looks up from his food.

"Would you like seconds?"

Suddenly I burst into tears. Mrs. Dawkins rushes right 
over, looking daggers at Aidan, who is totally 
flummoxed. It's just that everything hits me at once. 
My constant hunger these last two months, my sudden 
knowledge that boys eat more and better food than 
girls—and now the offer of seconds. 

Girls don't get seconds. 

I sort of explain through my tears, and as she gets it 
her face fills with sympathy. Meanwhile Aidan is up and 
back, bringing more food. He overdoes it. I can't eat 
it all, but the "Waldorf salad" is incredible.

All over the cafeteria, boys are looking at us. I have 
long stopped crying, and Mrs. Dawkins has dried my 
tears. Finally I am done eating. 

"Brianna, do you need to go to the bathroom?" she asks.

I nod. She takes me down the hall, pops in a door. A 
couple of boys come out a bit later with silly looks on 
their faces. I guess she interrupted them peeing. 

"I'll guard the door."

I need to poop bad. I go in and do my business as 
quickly as possible. I wash my face and generally 
straighten up. When we get back to the cafeteria, I'm 
back smiling at Aidan. He gets up and I suddenly give 
him a big happy hug. The cafeteria erupts.

I wonder what Aidan is going to say to his buddies 
tomorrow. Back we go to the old gym.

Fortunately, he wants to wait a bit for our food to 
settle before we get into it. We lie on the mats 
underneath the high windows, letting the sun play on 
our faces. After a while it feels so good we take off 
each other's clothes. He says we must be making Vitamin 
D. I never heard of that. Girls don't study science. We 
talk about teachers.

I tell him about girls' gym at Darwin and how the men 
can come in and look at us whenever they want, and 
about being photographed every month.

I sure don't tell him that I got Treffie so hot he had 
to call in his slave right after he examined me!

Aidan wants to clown around a little. He has me pretend 
I'm in gym class and I'm on my back doing leg lifts 
when big bad Mr. Trefthen comes by and starts staring 
at my pussy. 

"Oh, Mr. Trefthen," I say in a high falsetto, "You know 
you can't touch me there except for reasons of health 
or discipline."

"It's for your own good, Brianna," Aidan says in a deep 
voice. "Girls your age need to get off at least three 
times every day for reasons of health. Now just let 
me..." His voice trails off. Suddenly he's serious. So 
am I. I start squirming under his rough caresses, 
thrusting my hips forward, bringing my horniest parts 
in contact with his hot hand, and now I'm like, 
gaspingly close, but there's something missing. I need 
him in me. But one glance tells me he's not ready.

I reach up and draw him to me, sit up, slip it right in 
my mouth without thinking. Now what am I supposed to 
do? I like the smell and taste. He decides for me by 
rocking gently. He's like, pretending that my mouth is 
my vagina. I can feel him harden under my tongue. I can 
see the part of his shaft that isn't in my mouth moving 
up and down. I look up at his face, hoping for 
approval. He's smiling and moaning with low guttural 
gasps. I give a long hard suck. Suddenly he pulls out, 
and just as quickly pushes me back down. He doesn't 
have any problem finding my vagina this time. Between 
my pussy juice and my saliva, there's no problem with 
the lube. He's in me all the way instantly. He makes a 
few thrusts, then stops.

"Girl on top." he mutters.

He pulls out, his shaft glistening in the sunlight, 
head a bright red shading a bit towards purple, and I 
hasten to climb aboard. I guess it's up to me to slide 
him in. He moves a little under my weight, showing me 
that he's eager even though I'm in charge. I start 
rocking my body up and down. I don't know how long I 
can hold out. He got me pretty horny with his hand. 
Still I want him to come first.

I manage to hold out for a couple of glorious minutes 
before I have to stop and squeeze down. I come hard. 
And that's enough to put him over. So we're together 
once again.

After a bit he is restless so I slide off and lie 
beside him. We lie in the sunny afterglow, letting the 
sticky fluids dry as they will. I look sideways at his 
marvelous penis, now just a shadow of its former self, 
flopped beside his thigh, a small drop of cum oozing 
from the tip. I succumb to curiosity and lick it off, 
tasting it for the first time. Or is part of the taste 
myself, the taste of vagina?

We tell each other how happy we are. I don't feel like 
a slave. We shower together once again. It's odd, I 
don't feel any shame anymore about being nude in front 
of him.

I want to be nude in front of him forever, free and 
open. I want to Please him, Please him every day. I 
want him to buy me. I want to share his bed for the 
rest of my life. Call me a slave, yes, still I will 
serve him with all my heart. But I just can't come 
right out and say it.

"When is your birthday?"

"April 17."

My heart sinks. Mine is Feb. 16. The day I go to 
Auction, he will still be 15 and unable to bid. Someone 
else will buy me. I try not to let him see me cry, but 
of course he notices, and I have to tell him why. He 
looks worried. I wonder if he was thinking of buying 
me. Or maybe he's just upset that I'm unhappy.

We're both done with sex for the day. When we need to 
pee, we do it separately.

We get dressed. Conversation is desultory, yet bit by 
bit I find out a lot about his family. Apparently they 
are rich. If he could bid, he'd be able to top anybody. 
Finally there is a knock on the door. It is 3:30, and 
Mrs. Wycliff is ready to debrief.

She interviews us separately, Aidan first while I wait 
outside her office. It is a surprisingly short 
interview. Then it's my turn.

"Did you get enough to eat?" An odd first question.

"Yes. I guess I was pretty hungry." She nods.

"Did he allow you to go to the bathroom when you needed 
to?"

"Yes."

"Did he watch?"

"Yes, the first time. And he showed me how boys do it."

"Did he use the handcuffs or the paddle?"

"No. I told him I'd be good..."

"He told me you had great sex, but that's from his 
perspective..."

"From mine, too."

"Did you reach orgasm?"

"Yes, several times." She seems surprised.

"Have you had fantasies that he might buy you some 
day?"

"Yes, but we compared birth dates and I know it doesn't 
work out." I began to cry.

"But if, by some oddity, it was possible for him to buy 
you, how would you feel?"

"It would be the greatest joy of my life."

"OK, I'd have to say our little experiment was a 
greater success than we had hoped.. Please join Aidan 
outside and I'll be with you shortly."

A minute later she took us through a door in the rear 
of her office. And then I got the biggest surprise of 
my life. There was Mr. Trefthen, both of my parents, 
and a man and a woman I didn't know. And they were all 
smiling at us! I rushed into my father's arms and Aidan 
ran over to the two strangers, obviously his parents. 
For a little while it was a madhouse, everyone talking, 
until Mrs. Wycliff's voice cut through the din.

"Aidan, Brianna, we have not been entirely truthful 
with you. I'm going to ask Mr. Trefthen to start the 
story of what the events of the last two days were 
really about."

"Yes, well, Brianna, two days ago, the school nurse 
came to my office and told me he had noticed something 
in your Dossier. He said your weight had stopped rising 
a couple of months ago and had actually dropped at the 
time of your last physical. I took a look at your last 
photos and thought you were a little thin, but not 
alarmingly so. I didn't want to call you back to the 
office only a couple of weeks after your last photo 
shoot and I don't like going down to girls' gym because 
I'm the disciplinarian for the school and girls get 
scared when they see me. So I asked Mr. Jones to stop 
by gym class to take a look and see what he thought."

So that explains why he came into the locker room. I 
thought he was just a pervert.

"His judgment was the same as mine, that you were a 
little thin but nothing major. So I decided to let it 
go for a couple of weeks. But then that very next day 
you had to come and see me, and when I examined you I 
thought maybe it was a little worse than we thought. 
Plus you couldn't give me a reason you were losing 
weight which worried me. I was thinking you might be 
anorexic.

"So after you left the office, I called and asked your 
father if I could come to his home for a talk about 
your health. He was forthright about his financial 
situation, and very upset when I told him about your 
weight. At this point I had an idea, but didn't say 
anything because I knew I needed to talk to Mrs. 
Wycliff first, so I called her as soon as I got back to 
Darwin. I'll let her talk now."

"Yes, well, Mr. Trefthen and I both knew that the new 
laws provided that a girl might be sold as young as age 
14 'in the case of unusual circumstances' and we felt 
that Brianna's situation would certainly qualify. But 
we didn't see how we could just put her up for public 
auction along with a bunch of 16 year olds. There 
wouldn't be a full Dossier and her training would be 
quite incomplete. Physically, she couldn't really 
compete, and a possible buyer would have no way of 
assessing her erotic potential, while given her age and 
build, her work ability would be assessed as low. I was 
afraid she would not bring anywhere near what she was 
worth. I thought a private placement would be best.

"I remembered a talk I had with Mr. Fisher, Aidan's 
father, at a recent PTA meeting.

He asked if Aidan was getting lots of sex in school, 
and I had to tell him about our age policy. He frowned 
and told me he believed that once a boy could 
ejaculate, he should have all the sex he could handle. 
So I knew that Mr. Fisher would be in favor of us 
introducing his son to Brianna. Still, as a matter of 
courtesy, I called him at work and got enthusiastic 
permission. I very lightly broached the subject of a 
private placement, but we both agreed it was too 
premature to discuss it. I then called Mr. Trefthen 
back and we set it up for the next day, provided that 
Brianna's father approved, which he did, with the 
understanding that absolutely no commitment was being 
made on either side as to a private placement. 
Meanwhile, we asked Mr. Fisher not to tell Brianna 
anything about what we planned, because we wanted her 
honest opinion about Aidan's suitability. Mr. Fisher 
said that he would not approve a private sale unless 
Brianna liked the boy, and that the boy could not be 
cruel.

"As I told the two, there were no cameras in the old 
gym, so my first inkling of how things were working out 
came when I saw them on the lunchroom cams. It was 
quite confusing. Part of the time Brianna seemed to be 
very happy, part of the time she was crying. But just 
before they left, she embraced Aidan, which was a good 
sign. I assumed they had already had sex by then, or 
were about to. After they left, I went down and talked 
to Mrs. Dawkins, and everything became clear. I 
believed then that a private placement was possible, so 
I called both sets of parents and told them to come by 
about 3:30.

"I had a very high opinion of Aidan, but obviously I 
had no idea of how he might act in a sexual situation. 
So I set a sort of trap. I left a pair of handcuffs and 
a paddle on a table in the gym. Had he chosen to use 
either one, there would be no sale. So when I debriefed 
the two a few minutes ago, I specifically asked about 
this, and was pleased to hear they were not used.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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