Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2018 15:05:31 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: After The Experiment Jones Lab School Middle School The Blow Job Contest #55 After The Experiment: Young Friends & High School Jones Lab School Middle School The Blow Job Contest #55 Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories byrwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals. The Blow Job Contest by Larry Marian The seventh and eighth graders came tumbling into their dorm unit, many with wet clothes, including heavy coats, jackets, mittens, and hats from the snowball fight they'd had after classes. Paige and Mason stood in the door, also bundled, with six month old Surprise not even looking like a baby he was so bundled up. He was so deeply asleep that the noise of the 12 and 13 year olds didn't even bother him. As they entered, both Paige and Mason kept up the same instructions: "Get out of those wet clothes, hang them to dry in your closet, then go take a hot shower. I see blue lips and red cheeks. We'll be by to check!" Several of the younger students stopped and said "Yes, Mom" or "Yes, Dad," or "Yeah, Boss," as they entered. But glancing down the hall both the middle school counselors watched heavily bundled kids enter their room and minutes later emerge nude carrying their soap and towel, headed for the showers. As one seventh grade girl left her room, Mason called after her, "Carrie. No problem, but after your shower, come to the apartment. Paige and I need to talk to you for a few minutes." "Okay, Mason. I will." When Carrie arrived at the apartment Paige had Oscar Paul out of his snow suit and was playing with him, He laughed and smiled as they played together. Carrie still had her hair up in a towel and wore bedroom slippers. Paige looked at her. She had to agree that for a 12 year old half way through seventh grade she looked like she was ten and in the fifth. There might have been the tiniest bit of breast swelling - or it just could be her nipples were still hard from the cold despite the shower. Her vagina lips were tight and smooth - not a trace of pubic hair. "Have a seat Carrie," she said. "Don't worry. You're not in any trouble. It's just that Mason and I want to talk to you about stuff going around." "You mean that I give as good a blow job as you do and I'm only 12 and look 10?" "Uh, yeah. That. Now Carrie, you know that Jones thinks sex is good and we should be honest about it. But you seem a bit unique. Let's face it. You do look ten. Not that that is a put down. Ask Mason about what I looked like at 12 when we met." "She was almost as flat as you. But she did have pubic hair. I counted them one day. She had fifty-five." "MASON!" That's a lie!" "No, It's an exaggeration. All good story tellers exaggerate. Mark Twain says so," "Well, Mason's right. I had some but the other girl in our experiment - you know Jenna? She's also a sophomore? Jenna had boobs but no pubic hair. It really bothered her." "That's funny. I've talked to the nurse and she says I'm really not different and I'll catch up. And I will." "I'm sure you will and you'll be as happy as I was when I actually had boobs and Jena was when she first had pubic hair. Now, I'm not going to pass judgement on your ability to perform oral sex, but you do seem to be really skilled for somebody of your age." "Uh. Maybe could the door get closed. This is really personal. It's sort of why I'm here." "Sure," Mason said and went and closed the door. " I'm not going to put up the `don't knock unless you're bleeding' sign," he said. "Look!! What a surprise - OP's sitting up!!" And he was, wobbly, and perhaps supported a bit by the stuffed gray mouse that had become a constant fixture, but sitting up. "He's early," Paige said, holding her hands together. Well. Back to duty. "Okay, Carrie. What's the secret?" "So my father was killed in a car accident when I was five and Mom raised me as a single mother until I was nine and she met a guy and six months later they got married. I'd just turned ten. So he had two sons, one 12 and the other 14. "About three months after the wedding the two boys - Joe and Steve, Joe being the oldest were watching porn when I walked in. I wanted to know what was going on and - well, you can figure out what happened next. Within two weeks I was giving them blow jobs. They'd show some porn and then get me to imitate it. I got good at it. They gave me stuff and money if I was really good. "So at the end of the school year I got called into the office. It turned out that one of them had told a friend and asked if he wanted me to suck him, too. The kid had a younger brother who went here and he told his brother to talk to the principal. So I was asked about it and told them what had happened. "They got taken to juvenile and were put in the boys' reformatory for two years. My mom heard about Jones and thought it might help me. I really liked it. So one night just before light's out, Bruce started kidding me. " "He's an eighth grader. You're the only seventh grade girl with an eighth grade room mate," Mason said. "Yeah. So any way, he said I'd never have a boy friend at Jones unless I had boobs. Can't wear a bra with falsies if you can't wear a bra. So I blurted out, `Well, I can give a blow job!' He did the `Yeah, so give me one,' and I said like, `Get out of your covers' and he did ;and he had a boner. Now with my step brothers I always did it on my knees, but I got between his legs and gave him a blow job. He went crazy! I'm surprised you didn't hear it! Turns out it was his second one. Well, word spread and suddenly little old `looks like she's 10" became the most popular girl around! " "Carrie. Are the boys using you?" Paige looked serious. "I don't think so. Do you think they're using you?" "No. For a lot of reasons. And Mason can add his two cents. This isn't a put down, Carrie, but I've been at Jones since the beginning. The school trusts me - and Mason - well enough to put us in charge of now 23 seventh and eighth graders. Do you know I got three smacks in the cafeteria the first year?" "I heard that. Why?" "For throwing a football player over my head when he tried to attack me. I've heard the guys have a saying about me." "We do. But I don't say it. `Don't mess with Paige. Be nice to her and you get a great blow job. Fuck with her and wind up with your face in the dirt - if you're lucky,' Nasty, but I saw him fly through the air. He was one shocked puppy." "Okay, Carrie. I'm the founder and leader of the Locker Club. I limit myself to no more than one assignment a week. It's normally one every two weeks. I have you guys to help, two babies to mother, though only one at a time, my own school work to do, and my fiance' to support, as well as being on the student council and class president. "But that's me. However, if you think that sucking every guy student at Jone's dick is going to give you boobs and pussy hair, it's not going to happen. I haven't gone down on a single guy I didn't like, Period. Well, except for the movies and my assignment. "Get a bit selective, Carrie. When I first started the Locker Club by myself I required the guy to go down on me first. He did a decent job, then I returned the favor. Think on that. How many have gone down on you?" "Uh, Not many, My step brothers - never." "My point, Get selective," "Uh. Maybe you don't think I'm very good. Maybe Mason should try me." "Carrie, if I weren't one of your counselors, I'm sure I'd approach you. But Paige and I swore we'd never be intimate with any one of our charges. Period. In fact, Paige won't accept a client who isn't a sophomore or higher." "Think about it, Carrie," Paige said. "Okay, And thanks. So, can I give you both a hug?" "That's fine," Paige said. Three evenings later Paige and Mason had a rare event in the living room - both Jenna Michelle and Oscar Paul were on the rug, both sitting up and both looking at the other. Paige and Mason could tell by the expression on the six month old faces that each wondered why the other was there. But, as Mom Jefferson and others pointed out, they needed to start learning they weren't the only starfish in the sea. There was a knock on the door frame and they both looked to see three guys, a senior and two juniors and behind them Carrie. "Hey, Mason, Paige. Can we come in? We have something to talk about." "Come in but watch the twins. They aren't crawling yet - but I wouldn't be surprised," Mason said and the four walked in carefully and took seats, Frank, the senior at a kitchen table chair. "Okay. To begin with, guys - and I assume you guys brought Carrie here - what are two juniors and a senior doing in the 7/8 dorm without first checking in to the dorm counselors?" Paige said. The three looked at each other. "Paige, Mason. Sorry. We forgot. Look, we just went to Carrie's room to talk to her first. Your door was shut. I know it's open now, but when we went by, it was shut. " "So what do you want?" Mason asked. "This thing going around about Carrie and Paige and oral sex. What do you think of a contest between Paige and Carrie as to who is better? People would vote on who they think is, with a charge for each vote. One half of the income would go to the school and the other half divided between the winning ...performer who gets a quarter and the other quarter divided by the other girl and the person who held the winning ticket. Of course they can do what they want with the winnings." "You want to tell me how this contest is going to happen?" Paige said. "Somehow Carrie and I on the auditorium stage performing oral sex on a bunch of boys is not in my list of things I want to do," "Yes," Carrie said, "I sort of told them that, Paige." "So we had a short discussion. No, it will be in one of the large PRs, so with no audience. There would be six guys, all of who you both know. We'd bring out two guys. They'd be blindfolded, and so would both of you. You two would be seated in a chair each. The first two boys would be led to you. You'd do your thing. Each guy would then rate - from one to ten and then be led away. Then the next two and the next two. Then they'd be led back, but to the other girl - or so they are told. May or may not be. But they'd rate again. Tally the numbers to see who has the most points,. In the meantime, others would vote as to who they think would win. "Numbers crunched with the help of Mason, who would see only Girl X and Girl Y with no idea who is who. Winner declared. Money divided. So what do you think? " "I'm all for helping the school out with money as long as we aren't stealing it from something, " Paige said. "Nope. In fact, we think we'll make the price for a vote vary with age - oh, and nothing said to fifth grade and below." "This might be fun," Carrie said. "Uh, Paige. I think we have a double poop." "Mason's very accurate as a poop predictor. I'll get in touch with one of you guys tomorrow. Now, if you are not familiar with six month old baby poop, I'd suggest you guys run for the hills. Carrie, if you want to stay and see why you don't want to be a mother now, fine. But you might want to just get out of here." Suddenly three high school boys and a middle school girl were out the door. Paige and Mason both laughed and each picked up a baby, carried the baby into the bed room and placed them in the middle of the bed while they spread a towel under them and then proceeded to open, clean, and change. "Mason, could you take these out to the hall trash can?" as she brought a plastic grocery bag for the two filled diapers. She put the two diapers in the bag and balled it up, He took it and left to return a few minutes later. "I put them in the breezeway trash can. Woo!" He kissed her. "So what do you think of the idea?" "Did you have anything to do with this?" "I was asked about quickly crunching some numbers for a contest. But they didn't say what it was." He gave her a tight hug. "Uh, Mason. You're getting a boner!" "Yeah. A little early." "Carry them into the crib. "It's never to early with you, Mason." "Now I do have one. Yeah. Let's do it. Let's make love," as they each gently picked up a twin and placed their charge in the crib together before falling on the bed, arms around each other, * * * * * * * * * * Three weeks later Paige and Mason went into PR # 12 at 8 PM. There were more chairs in the room than normal and about fifteen people waiting for them. Bobby, the senior walked up to them, shook Mason's hand and gave Paige a hug, then walked them over to the six boys, two seniors, two juniors, and one each sophomore and freshman; and Carrie. The boys each wore a jock strap. "Okay, here's how this will work to keep everything blind. First of all, no talking, no moans, no sounds. The girls will be blindfolded first and then the first two guys after they remove their jock.. The girls will be guided to a chair and sit down. The guys will then be guided to a girl each to stand in front of them. This way the guy doesn't know which girl or the girl which guy. When the guy climaxes he'll raise his hand. When the girl knows he's climaxed, she'll raise her hand, When all hands are up, I'll tell you to drop them and then all four will be led back to the starting point and the blindfold will be removed. The guys will hand the head judge a slip of paper with the score - 1-10, ten worst, 10 best. Then we do it again. Questions?" "Do we get to say anything about the guy?" Paige asked. "Let's save that for last. Why not, write it down in a notebook and save it. Okay?" "Sure. Let the games begin!" At that Paige's last sight was Carrie's eyes being covered by a black bandana as one slipped over her eyes. A minute later she felt the presence of somebody in front of her. "He's just in front of you. Reach out and find him," a male voice came. It sounded like Paige's classmate Ben. She put out her right hand and there was a hard cock. She touched the tip. It was spear shaped and leaked precum. Paige leaned forward just a bit and gave the tip a lick, a kiss, and a quick trip down the shaft and back. She took the hard rod into her mouth and began to take the cock deep when she felt the familiar twitch and seconds later warm cum flooded her mouth. She heard a muffled groan as she raised her hand. That was awful fast, she thought. Will this give me a one or a ten? Seconds later she heard a whispered, "Okay. Recorded. Drop your hand." She did and thought for a moment if she could identify the boy by the taste of his cum. No. There'd been several times when she'd blown Mason, Francois, or Paul morning, noon, and night, and each time the cum tasted different. Several minutes passed and a regular voice said, "Okay. We're going to guide you back to your chair and take off your blindfold for a minute or so." Soon she was back in her original chair and the blindfold came off. She looked towards the boys but all six had on a jock. None looked like they'd just received a world class blow job. Carrie leaned towards Paige. "He took forever." "Mine came in seconds." Three minutes later the girls got their blindfolds and then the boys removed their jocks and got their blindfolds. The girls got guided to their chairs and the boys to stand in front of them; the second round began. This time Paige's guy didn't cum for some three or four minutes and when her hand went up a girl's voice said, "We're guiding you back to your seat." Soon she was back and her blindfold off. After another short wait they went through the same drill a third time. The third time began the same way. This guy's cock was long but skinny and he took only about a minute for his first shot to enter Paige's mouth. It really tasted bad. Nothing sweet about it at all, but very salty and maybe stale. She really wanted to remove her mouth and spit it out, but she took it and swallowed. When her blindfold got removed Bobby said, "We're going to take a fifteen minute break. Paige, Mason is going to act as your second and Carrie, Smitty asked to help you. Only thing I've told them is to not reveal who any boy is for either girl. One other thing, we are going to have a mystery seventh boy for each of you. He may be one on the stage or he may be waiting back stage. These two are sort of an insurance policy. "Enjoy your rest." At that Mason came up to Paige and knelt down by her. "You okay?"
 "Yeah, Mason, but please get me a glass of water and an empty glass. And hurry." Mason jumped up at once and quickly got two cups, filled one with water, and brought both to her. Paige took the water glass, sipped some and then spat it into the empty glass. She did this twice more and then drank the rest of the water. "So, what's with that?" Mason asked? "Well, I can't say which one, but one guy's cum was awful! I mean really vile. If yours had tasted like his that first time in the White Rooms, I'd never have done it again! " "Glad it didn't. Bobby didn't tell me not to tell you, but this contest has apparently raised over $1000.00." "Wow." "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. We are now ready to begin the next session" The second session began as the first did except the two girls finished the first round and then began the second round, presumably with a different partner. At the end of the next session, Paige turned to Bobby. "I think you need to close this now. I think there is enough data for a fair vote. Ask any girl here, how many bjs has she ever given in one day. Ask any guy gay or bi the same question. In truth, my stomach right now is a bit queasy, and Carrie looks a bit green. I don't think any of you want either of us throwing up. "I'm willing to concede if this stops now." "So am I," Carrie said. "Wow," Bobby said. "Mason, do you have the scores up to now?" Paige looked over to Mason. "Okay seven scores for each. Girl X is Carrie. Girl Y is Paige. Maximum score for each is 70. Each has a score of 68. Bobby, you want a tie breaker?" "I won't participate," Paige said. "I won't either," Carrie said. "Shall we ask the video audience to vote their opinion?" Mason asked. "No," Carrie said. `I want to concede. Both Paige and Mason talked to me a couple of times and gave me some good advice. They also have not told anybody my secret, Now maybe we'll have the same contest next year. Maybe some other girl - or boy - will get entered. If there is, I'll do my best to blow them away." There was laugher at this point. So, 7/8 Counselor Paige Jefferson, I conceded to you." Paige jumped up and hugged her, bent close to her ear and whispered, "I think you just won the popular vote." Carrie whispered back. "It was a tie. I want to gargle mouth wash!" Paige laughed. "So do I," Later that night, after JM was asleep, a hand holding the stuffed blue bunny that was almost as big as she was, and their charges in bed with lights out - and a few comments of "great show," and similar ones, Paige and Mason lay in bed, hugging. "Mason, thanks. I think you helped out today. Your pleasure, sir, for anything at all except..." "A blowy job." "Yep." Mason rolled onto his back. "Like when we gave each other our virginity, Paige Michelle. I love watching your face." "And I love watching yours, Mason Eugene Adams" First block for both Mason and Paige was sophomore English and they were trying to balance Shakespeare's JULIUS CAESAR with their middle school charges and a six month old. In all truth, JM was better in class then Surprise, most of the time, but sometimes morning activities could upset her. She was fussy for the Pledge, but Paige could hold her and recite at the same time. Then came all the standard stuff, and then, non-standard, Ms. Anderson. "Good morning, Jones Lab. I know all of you know that the principal has to know everything that goes on in the school. Well, we do! But we sometimes pretend we don't know something about something. Yesterday such a thing happened. There was a contest and students - and a few faculty and staff - paid money to vote on a contest. "That contest netted $2,014.00 dollars. By the contest rules, the school received (or will receive) $1,007.00. The winner gets $503.50. I'm not saying who the winner is - there's some secrecy here but second placed gets $251.75 and the lucky person whose winning ticket got drawn also gets $251.75. I've learned that the winning ticket's owner is giving that person's winnings to the second place holder. "Here's a note from the second place holder. ` I will give half to the first place contestant. I've heard diapers aren't cheap." Paige and Mason turned around to see smiles and laughs. "I can only say that both JM and Surprise would appreciate that if that money is going to their diapers," Mason said. "You guys deserve it," Bryan said across the room. "Shakespeare!" the teacher said. Paige smiled and called, "Et tu, teacher?" Dear Reader, When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more thanbetween three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growthcame a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party "... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearlystates that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read"... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errorswill be corrected. Thanks. If you liked this part of "After the Experiment" or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments,pro or con to the author are always appreciated.