Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2018 08:56:42 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: After the Experiment: # Vignettes #44 After The Experiment: Vignettes #44 Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals. by Larry Marian These are a series of short pieces covering small or short events that take place during AFTER THE EXPERIMENT. Mason and Becky Mason walked Paige to her class and then turned towards his, the last classroom in the middle school section, right next to one of the fifth grade classrooms. As he was about to enter he heard a girl's voice callout, "You're Mason, aren't you?" He turned to see what had to be a fifth grade girl standing by her classroom door. She looked a bit mature for a fifth grader, as she had actual boobs, though small and there was a slight patch of light hair above her slightly puffy lips. Her hair was long and dark blond. She smiled at him. "I am," he said. "And you're? " "Becky. Becky Thatcher would you believe?" "Oh, wow. I heard there was a girl with a book name. Must be strange." "Yeah. Look, can I talk to you after school? Maybe in the library?" "Sure," Mason said and entered his classroom. He met up with Paige as school ended at her locker as she was getting dressed for the bus ride home. "Hey, some fifth grade girl named Becky wants to talk to me in the library. I may have to take the late bus," he said. "Now what would a fifth grader want with you?" she asked. "Robbing the cradle?" she laughed. "I don't think so," he replied. "After all, I have you." "And don't you forget that," she said with a smile. "So tell me what it's all about." With that she buttoned her sweater and stepped into her shoes. "See you at your house." "Okay," he said and headed for the library where he spotted Becky in a corner, like him, still nude. He walked over, said "hi," and sat down. "So what do you want to talk about?" he asked, "Well. It's sort of personal. But two friends said to talk to you. Uh, as you know, there are ten girls in the fifth grade." "Uh. I don't know. I have a hard enough time keeping up with the eighth grade. But, so?" "Well, we had a sex talk with the girl's PE teacher and the nurse. It sorta got off subject a bit, but I guess the teachers thought it a good idea to talk about it. Three of us are actually eleven and the other girls are all ten. Two of the eleven year olds and one ten year old have hit puberty. Uh, I guess you can see I'm one of them, Well, it turned out from our talking that of the ten of us, six of us aren't virgins. " "Uh. You mean maybe there was an injury horse back riding or in the gym or something, Paige lost hers riding horses." Becky grinned. "No, they all lost their cherry to a boy. I'm the only eleven year old virgin." "Wow. Hard to believe, I thought twelve was young." Mason looked at her. "But why tell me?" "Well, almost all of them said it was a bad experience. The boy really didn't know what he was doing. He rushed through. It was a bad place. I sort of have a boy friend. But I don't think he'd have any idea of how to do it. "They talked about how it would have been better. They all said they wish you had been the boy to take their cherry." "Me?" Mason felt shocked. "Yeah. Any fifth, sixth, or seventh grade girl in this school wants you to do it or teach the boy friend how to do it." "Uh. How old were the boys who did this? Seems that ten or eleven may be too young for a boy." "Well, I heard one boy was actually fourteen. The rest were all twelve or thirteen." "I'm thirteen." "I know. But they all say that the older girls say you are gentle and patient and.,., well, didn't hurt any girl." "Wait a second. Is somebody walking around telling girls I've been taking girls virginity?" "Nobody says how many girls. But they think more than one. Maybe something like five or six," Mason laughed at that. "Please don't tell Paige that! It's not true. Well, more than one is true. But five or six? No." And I am NOT going to say three, he thought. "Well. I'm tired of being the only eleven year old virgin. Could you help me out?" Mason stared at her. "Wait a second. How about the sixth grade. How many girls in the sixth grade?" "I think there about ten. Half of them have hit puberty. I don't know how many are still virgins, but not many. I really would like you to help me out. Please?" Becky almost looked like she was about to cry, "Okay. Look. You're asking a lot and it might be a mistake. Let me think about it. And where would we do this?" "My folks don't get home for a couple of hours. I can get rid of my brother and sister. " "Oh. Well, I think I'm honored. But I need to think about it. I guess we both need to get to our lockers, get dressed and go home. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" "Okay," Becky said. "I hope you say yes." So Mason returned to his locker, got dressed, caught the late bus, got home and went to the room he shared with Paige two days a week. She was at her desk, finishing up home work when he entered and began to undress. "So what's with the girl?" Paige asked. "Becky, right?" "Yep. You might not believe this, but she thinks she's one of the few eleven year old virgins in the school. She asked me to make her an ex virgin." "Oh. So did you?" "Paige!! I just met the girl. I don't know her!" "Okay. Does she have a crush on you or something? It's only two years so the school won't object. So has she hit puberty?" "She has boobs - small, but boobs. She's hit puberty. She looks like you at twelve except she has bigger boobs." He dodged the thrown pillow. "No crush. Some how all the fifth and sixth grade girls think I'm the best guy to give their virginity to. Some story about how patient and gentle I am." "Well, Mason. You sure were with me and Jenna. And MJ says you were with her. We're the only three girls I know you ravished and deflowered." She smiled at that. "Only ones I know of. So - what do you think? Should I find out who her boy friend is and coach him? Should I tell her she's too young and say `no.' Or should I say I'm honored, Paige is okay with it, and I will ravish and deflower you." Paige looked at him for a minute. `You know, I didn't take the bus here. A junior caught up with me and drove me to your house. Nobody was home and he asked me for `...one of my famous blow jobs...' He left about twenty minutes ago, very satisfied and the only one for this week. So, I sure can't tell you not to do what the poor kid asked for. Just uphold your reputation, Mason and come kiss me." Mason did. The next day as he put his pants and jockeys in his locker, Becky appeared, already ready for school. He looked at her closely. Yes. Her boobs at eleven were bigger than Paige's had been at twelve, though she didn't have quite as much pubic hair as Paige had then. "Hi, Becky," he said. "You tell me where and when you want to get together and I will do the best to maintain my reputation." Becky started to jump at him and he held out both arms. "Remember - no PDA other than holding hands." "Okay," she said. "I'll figure out something for my brother and sister to do tomorrow and give you our address." "I'll get my sister to drive me there. She's in the tenth grade here." "Thanks so much, Mason." "Don't thank me yet," he replied and headed for first block. The next day Marsha drove him to the indicated address. "Thanks, Marsha. I'll call you when to pick me up. Maybe an hour and a half or so." "Pretty suspicious, dear brother," she said. "Comes with being naked for two months with two girls," he said, closed the van door, waved, and walked to the house to ring the bell. It opened at once to reveal Becky standing there wearing blue jeans, a tee and her hair up on top of her head. "Hi," she said, sounding a bit shy. "Hi," he replied. "Your brother and sister out of the way?" "Yes. They're both with friends. You may have seen my brother. He's in seventh grade and seems a bit suspicious. My sister is in the second and has no clue." She closed the door. "Come to my room," she said and led him to it. They entered and she closed the door, briefly holding it shut, her back to it as though keeping him from leaving. He smiled and put his hands on her shoulders. "So. Should we get undressed?" she asked. "No. We're going to do this the old fashioned way. Let's sit down on your bed," Mason said gently. He put his arm around her. "You're very good looking, Becky Thatcher," he said. "There have got to be tons of boys who'd want to be here now." "Maybe," she replied as he kissed her gently. It was brief, but the second was longer and he gently probed with his tongue. She received it and rubbed against him. The kiss broke. "Before anything else, Becky, go get an old towel. An old beach towel if possible. One that maybe we can throw away, just in case." "Oh," she said, left, and returned a few minutes later with a very old, very faded, very ragged beach towel which Mason was sure would never be missed. He took it, spread it on the bed, and sat back down his arm around Becky again. They kissed once more, and this time her tongue joined his for a short duel before he slid his hand down to her developing breast only to feel the fabric of a bra under his hand. He briefly cupped the boob over the tee and bra, then slipped his hand under the garment as they kissed. This went on for a few minutes before he said, "Are you okay?" "Yes," she said and he took the bottom of the tee and gently pulled it up. She raised her arms and it slid off, revealing a plain white training bra covering her chest. He smiled, then reached behind and, surprise, unhooked it in seconds. He gently removed it, exposing her small breasts and pert nipples, both of which he kissed, then began to fondle the breasts and nipples. "That feels good," she said. "You aren't pinching me." "Yeah," he breathed. "You still okay?" "Oh, yeah. I'm getting warm." "Good," and slid one hand gently between her thighs. He moved his hand back and forth for a few seconds, then replaced the hand with just one finger, tracing her crack through the cloth of her jeans and panties, They kissed again as he gently laid her down on her back on her bed, him beside her, then sat up and quickly removed his shirt. His hand briefly went back to her jeans covered crack as she began to breath a bit heavier. He kissed both breasts and nipples, then worked his way down to her belly button, kissed it, then came to her jeans. He struggled a bit with the top button - the jeans were tight, but it came loose and the zipper came down. He opened them up to reveal pink panties, a damp spot between her legs. Gently he eased the jeans down. "Raise your hips," he said softly and she did and the jeans slid down her legs to her feet and she used them to get the jeans off. As `Becky did that, he quickly removed his own jeans, then turned his attention to the pink panties and the treasure they covered. He moved down again, and kissed her covered pussy and traced the crack of her cunt with his finger. "You're almost ready," he said. "Oh. Yes," she breathed, as he again kissed the fabric covered flesh, then began easing the panties down, kissing as he did. "Oh!!" she moaned. "Please," she whispered. "I want it." "Not quite yet," he said as his tongue met her wetness as he parted her lips and thrust it in. "Just a bit more. I want this perfect for you. Perfect." "OHHHHH!" came a loud moan and a shiver of her body. He pushed the panties down as far as he could. "Okay, Becky. I'm turning on my back. Okay?" She nodded and he turned and pulled down his jockeys, exposing his very erect five inch or so cock - more than enough for her. "Becky, get rid of your panties, then get on top of me. Sit on me. I'm going to hold my cock up. You just ease onto it. Then slowly let yourself down. As much as you want. There may be a slight pain. Maybe not. You control, okay? Once you've gone as far as you want, well, let's see. Okay?" Becky nodded. He felt her begin to descend. Felt the stop. Heard the "UGH!" and then felt her continue her slide onto his pole. She smiled. He gripped her waist just above her developing hips and began to move her gently up and down. "You want to stop?" he asked quietly. "No. I'm...I'm gonna cum again. I can feel it. Oh, Mason. This is so wonderful. Wonderful. " "Becky. I'm about to cum myself. Just stop for a minute. Rest." They did and then Mason again raised her up, half way up his cock, and then let her slide down. And again. And again. And his cum wanted release. Becky shuddered with her second? third? orgasm and then he shot into her. She shuddered again and then fell forward on top of him, kissing his face all over. Dressed, he called Marsha. He held Becky as he waited at the door. "Was it what you expected?" he asked. "It was wonderful. I'm just so sorry for the other girls. I'll always remember this." "So will I," Mason said and gave her a good night kiss as his older sister honked the horn. "B" Paige opened her locker on Monday morning, ready to shed her clothes and get her first two block books for class. On the floor of the locker were five slips of paper. She scooped them up and stuck them in her general notebook to look at later. She then began to undress, enduring Harvey's bumping into her as he always seemed to. At least he'd calmed down and didn't sprout a four inch hard on while he bumped her on one side and Ernestine on the other, who smiled at her and grimaced as she removed her sports bra. She sat next to Mason at lunch, of course. One thing about this new school, the food was fantastic! No mystery meat here, or green mush vegetables. "So any requests on a Monday?" Mason asked as he cut into his quiche. "Five. I'm going to have to speak very clearly to Sinclair. He's going to have to wait his turn again - or he's had his one and only. I'm trying to be fair, but I really don't care for him. `Meet me in the parking lot and we'll go to my house,' just doesn't cut it. Who is `me'? Antecedent to the pronoun for heaven's sake!" "Okay," Mason breathed. "That leaves three." She smiled at that. "I hear you're great. I have a car and a bedroom. Okay?" "I don't think so." "I'm `B' and we know each other. I understand you want to get off first. I think I can promise you that. I think it will be an interesting experience for you that I look forward to giving you. You are quite a girl. Mason is so lucky to have you. Tomorrow, after school, private room #3. " "Hmm. `B.' Not sure who he is. Any idea, Mason?" "Nope. But, that might be the guy to see. I've got some major studying to do tomorrow anyway. See you at my house tomorrow afternoon, right?" "Yep. I'm looking forward to it. By the way, plans on Marsha and Kevin getting sleeping rights. " "Yep." So the next afternoon Paige went directly to private room #3 to find the door closed, but unlocked and marked `vacant.' She went in and the dim light came on. She sat down on the wide couch and two minutes later the door opened and then closed. "Hi," she said. "Hello, Paige. I guess I've fooled you! But I still want to give you a real tongue lashing. Just to say thanks." The voice was clearly a girl's voice, an older teen voice at that. Rebecca Saunders stepped into the dim light. "Huh? What's the `B'?" "What nobody calls me. `Becca.'" "Oh, crap! Call me dumb." "Nobody who knows you, Paige, will call you dumb. Now, would you like me to do my best on you? You don't have to repay the service. I just thought it would be nice to show our appreciation. "Becca. I know you are a full lesbian. I'd be glad to return the favor - but I'll tell you now that Jenna is so much better." There was a quiet laugh. "I know. And Jenna is a a dear friend. So lie down and let me pay you back for all those cocks." "Not necessary. I enjoy doing it and I hope I'm helping some of them out. " With that Paige lay down on the couch, raised and spread her knees, smiled, and said, "Okay, Becca. Get me off." It took Becca five minutes to bring Paige to her first mighty orgasm. It wasn't her last. As they left the room, Paige kissed Becca's still damp lips. Jenna and Abby Jenna slipped into Sam's front door without knocking. She walked into the kitchen and looked at the refrigerator door to see a white rose magnet on the door. She smiled at that and climbed the stairs, walked down the hall, and entered the master bedroom. The covers lay back and on the bed lay Abby Jefferson, divorced mother of her lover Sam, and his sisters Yvonne and Julie. She wore a sheer night gown, with buttons down the front, half of which were undone. "Thank you for coming, Jenna," she said. "Thanks for inviting me, Abby. So where is everybody?" Her hands went to the buttons of her top. "No, Jenna. Let me undress you, please. Come, kick off your shoes and lie down beside me." She held out her arms. "Sam is at the library working on a project. Yvonne is with two of her girl friends. Something tells me that Julie is with Bert and if they are lucky they are doing boy-girl what we are about to do, girl-girl." She gave a short laugh. "Or, really, woman-girl. I can't forget that I am 36 and you are 13." As Abby Jefferson talked softly, Jenna kicked off her shoes, dropped her large purse, and slid into bed next to Abby. They kissed gently for several minutes as their passions began to rise. Abby's fingers went to work on the large buttons of Jenna's top and in moments it was opened to expose Jenna's now very impressive breasts, which Abby began to kiss and suck on. "No bra," she said. "No," Jenna breathed as she worked Abby's buttons. "Ah, Abby. So nice," and she began to kiss the older woman's boobs. " "You should have seen them when I was thirteen." "They're still beautiful." Jenna smiled as Abby's hand slid under the waistband of her shorts. "Oh. Your hand. I can't wait for your lips." "You can't?" "No." At that Abby rose up, grasped Jenna's shorts and pulled them down to see a bare pussy, "I see they're ready." "Yes." Abby's face descended on Jenna's thighs as the young teen, raised her knees and spread them. Later the two rested, on the sides, facing each other. "What are we going to do?" Abby asked. "You are sleeping with my son. And we are having afternoon sex. " "I'm sleeping with your son. I sleep with him four nights a week now. I sleep with Paige three nights a week. About once a month I sleep with Mason, just for old time's sake. I sleep with Gwen a few nights a month and with MJ the same amount. Some might think I'm a slut. But times change. You know Sam and Mason have slept together, right?" "I suspected that. And he's slept with Paige." "We just tell Sam. I think he may be shocked for a moment, but he'll understand. Look, I don't know all of Sam's sexual history, but I know he was in a two male, one female experiment. He had to have had sex with the girl. I know he did. He had to have had sex with at least one of the boys. Probably both. He's closed mouthed about that. "I think Sam is more worried about earning the money so he can buy us a larger bed in his room than the fact that his mother and his girl friend are having afternoon sex." "You may be right. I know he knows how ugly the divorce was. The kids are very happy to be away from an abusive father. I still think the SOB molested Yvonne when she was ten. " Abby kissed Jenna. "Yes. Sam should be home very soon. We will tell him." "Okay. Abby, I'll bet you that he'll want me to come with him to his bed." "I hope so," Abby replied. Forty-five minutes later Jenna lay beside Sam. Her top, shorts, and purse still lay on the floor in Abby's bedroom. He kissed and rubbed her as she did the same, before she turned him on his back, straddled him and eased his hard cock into her dripping wet cunt. "I'm happy for you," he said as she began to move. "I'm happy for you. I love you Sam." Mary Jane Paige, Jenna and Mason got off the school bus and headed towards the welcoming front door of the Corporation Lab School. "It would have been nice if Marsha could have given us a ride to school some times," Jenna said. "Uh. Since Jerry entered CLS you know there is no chance she's going to give us a ride - not with Jerry in the car," Mason said. "You have to be sorry for them. I mean his mom works for the Corporation now and they still wear clothes around the house and they can't spend the night with each other. Marsha's lucky if they can have her room once a week," Paige said. "True. But that first report about academics and discipline - and wow - six new kids," Mason said. "Yeah. Oh, wow! Look who's coming towards the doors!" Jenna almost shouted. The other two turned. "Mary Jane Baker and her mom! Mary Jane!! Over here!" she yelled and waved her hand. Mary Jane turned, looked towards her mother and then hurried towards the three. "Wow. I'm so glad to see you three! I've been lonely!" "So. Are you coming to CLS?" Jenna asked. "Yeah. My mom's worked there for four months now. She heard about the test scores and everything, checked into it, asked me if I wanted to try, and I said `yes' since I knew you were going." "Does your mom know about the clothing rules?" Mason said as MJ's mother walked towards the group. "Yeah. She thinks it's a bit strange, but she's getting comfortable in her job. " "If Mary Jane thinks she can handle it, well. It's nice that she has friends who are used to this," Ms. Baker said. "Look, dear. You have friends here. This is all the paperwork you need. Take it to the office and let me get on to work." She leaned forward and gave MJ a kiss on the forehead which MJ managed to duck as much as possible. "Okay. Let's walk you to the office, MJ," Paige said and they did. The three then walked to their lockers, quickly disrobed and headed for home base/first block to take their seats for the morning activities. Ms. Smith stood in front of the class, now with her hair up in a bun, in all her six foot stature when the door opened for MJ and the guidance secretary, Bob Jones. MJ appeared to have a slight blush on her cheeks, which grew slightly redder as she scanned a room with nine thirteen year old boys, even though they were still in their seats. "Good morning, Ms. Smith. This is Mary Jane Baker. She's a transfer in from Mary Mount. She says that Jenna, Mason, and Paige are good friends of hers." "Hi, Mary Jane. So nice to welcome you. Okay, can we nicely give a `hello'?" To which the class responded well for most of the students. Ms. Smith glared at two boys whose heads suddenly looked down at their desk tops. "Since you know Jenna, Mason, and Paige, there's an empty seat in front of them. Why not take that?" MJ did so, placing her book bag on the floor like all the others did. "Okay, class. Let us now stand for the Pledge," as she turned around to face the flag. The rituals over, the class began. As they left for second block, Mary Jane following Jenna and Mason while Paige split for physics she leaned towards Jenna. "I had no idea that boys have such different cocks," she whispered. "And they had no idea girls have such different boobs," she whispered back. "You're going to like it here." At the end of the day the three old timers and the newbie began dressing, all four quiet amongst the noise and bedlam of a school day ending. They gathered their home work books and headed out. "So what did you think?" Paige asked. "Strange. I guess I'll get used to it. It's so the same and yet so different. I mean naked teachers." "Nude," all three said together. "Well, I sorta think I'm still naked." "Day after tomorrow you won't even think about it," Mason said. "And be glad you aren't a new boy." MJ turned to him, her puzzled face showing. "Why?" "You should have seen the first three days. Every boy who wasn't from a C.O. family had a perpetual erection for the first three days or so. That is the ones old enough to get an erection!" Mason grinned. "Of course, I was civilized." "You sure as hell weren't civilized the first three days of our experiment," Jenna said. Mason grinned. "Tell me you didn't enjoy the show." "On the bus," Paige said. The next morning the eight grade home base filled with students as Ms. Smith wandered around until it was time for morning activities. Paige noticed that MJ was taking in the boy show and seemed to be checking out both the boobs of the other girls, which ran from one who was still almost completely flat to one who Paige was sure wore a 36 B bra, and the pubic hair, trimmed or not, sparse or full. Paige grinned. They'd all done that at the beginning. "Well, students and faculty. I have the honor to announce that Hannah Harrison, sixth grade, achieved her menarche yesterday. Congratulations, Hannah." Several girls let out a giggle, which quieted with a sharp stare from Ms. Smith. "Okay, everybody. Grammar book out. Page 385. Verb forms. Yes, Bobby? A question?" "Yes, Ms. Smith. I know it's not a grammar question, but what is a man's arch?" Ms. Smith could not stop the girls' giggles and down right laughter for at least two minutes. "Okay, girls. Stop acting so superior. How many of you know what a `nocturnal emission' is?" She looked around to see a sea of three hands raised. " So which one of you wants to tell Bobby what the menarche is?" Silence reigned among the girls. "Yeah, tell us," came from the rear, the voice disguised, or so Jimmy thought until he saw Ms. Smith's blue eyes contact his. Paige raised her hand. "I will, Ms. Smith." "Thank you, Paige. I think you will do a fine job." "Okay. Bobby, I don't think that's a stupid question since you're a boy. It's a girl thing, after all. The menarche is the first time a girl gets her period. After that she can get pregnant unless... uh, Ms. Smith, is this enough?" "I think so, Paige. Good job. I want all of you to remember that one of the reasons why all of us are running around wearing what our great great grandparents, 100 times removed wore, is honesty. I remember when I was thirteen and the tallest kid in the class. I so wanted to be five feet, two inches and I was five feet eleven. I was taller then the teacher - a man! You are what you are. Okay? Now verbs." As they boarded the bus that afternoon, now dressed in jeans and t shirts, they grabbed, four seats, Mason and Paige and Jenna and MJ.. "So what do you think?" Jenna asked. "I like my teachers. I wish Paige were with us in science, but I know she has to take that physics class. I don't know what I'd do if somebody asked me if I wanted to go into one of the study rooms. But I like it. And I don't know. I think I'm still sorta naked. But sorta nude, too. How about `nuka'?" The others laughed. MJ smiled. Yvonne Sam knocked on his older sister's door. "Who is it?" he heard through it. "Sam. I'd like to talk with you." "Well. Okay. Make it short. I have a friend coming over soon." Yep. I know who. Susan. Seventh grader. He opened the door to see his sixteen year old sister sprawled on her bed. "So what do you need, Sam?" "Well, Yvonne. We have Mom, you, Julie, and me. You know Jenna comes over..." "Yeah. You two fuck each other's eyes out all night long..." "Not what I'd say, dear sister. You want to say something about Julie?" "She's twelve." "Yep. Same age as the friend you have coming over. And what are you two going to do? Well, you're both girls, so you can't fuck each other." "SAM!!" "Look, Yvonne, please. Get rid of the bad attitude. You're my older sister. I used to look up to you. Mason and Paige have told me about the oldest kid their "other" parents have - and how she's changed. Both of them now love Melinda. How about you?" Yvonne looked at Sam for a minute - two minutes. A tear appeared in her eye which she wiped away. "You really want to know, Sam? Really?" He nodded. "You've never been a ten year old girl, Sam." "Huh? Of course not." "Well I was. That's when our father started to abuse me." "Really? Sure? I mean I know they got divorced. But abused you? How?' " "What do you think? Sexually, of course. "It started off real mild. He'd come into the bathroom when I was in the shower. He'd look at me. I was ten. Flat chested. No lips. No hair. A kid. And he'd want to soap me down. On my chest. Between my legs. Then rinse me off. Then dry me. Dry me, Sam. For five minutes between my legs, Sam. He'd kiss me. The worse thing. I got nice feelings while he dried my vagina. "Then came the films. Remember how often Mom had night shift? He'd put you two to bed and then show me movies. Father - daughter - how much fathers loved daughters. You know how old I was the first time he got me to blow him? I wasn't twelve. I had bumps." "Ah, shit. Yvonne. That's horrible." "Yeah." She smiled at him. "You know what our father gave me for my twelfth birthday? It was a nice party until everybody left." "I don't want to guess." She laughed. "You don't have to. He gave me a watch. He stole my virginity." "Christ. Yvonne. Why didn't you say something?" "I was afraid. Even when Mom and he got divorced. He said things to me. I just said I wanted to be with Mom. So I am. You know something, Sam? I've tried to date boys. But at some point, when they are trying to be romantic - I see a man - not a boy, but a man - and he's trying to force his prick into me - and he doesn't care. Could be my mouth. My vagina. My butt. He used all three on me. But he wants to shoot off, to cum, to ejaculate. And he doesn't care how!" "Damn, Yvonne!" and Sam went to his sister and hugged her. She held back for a moment, then hugged him back. "Look. I know they're younger. But let me talk to Jenna and Mason, and most important, Paige. Okay?" She looked at her younger brother for several minutes. "My friend is still coming over this evening," "Of course she is. And I'm out of here. Just remember. You are Yvonne and not our father." "Yeah. Thanks, Sam. And I'm sorry. I think I'd like to know Jenna better." "I think you will," and Sam shut the door. Mason's Method Mason stood by his locker as an elementary girl went past - probably a fourth grader. His pants slide down his legs. She stopped, looked at him and asked," You're Mason, right?" He smiled. "Yeah. Don't be late for school." "I won't be. But ... I want you to do it with me." And she fled down the hall, pulling off her shirt as she ran. He shook his head and glanced at Paige as she hung her bra on the bottom hook of her locker. "Did you hear that?" "Sort of. You want more? Two sixth grade girls came up to me this morning. `Is it okay if Mason is our first?' What did Jenna call you? Horndog? " "Uh.." Jenna walked past them, her book bag over her shoulder and her Crocks on her feet. "Mason, you hear what's going around? You are the MAN!" She gave out an uncharacteristic giggle. "I have to admit, you were fine. But that was then..." "Uh... What is going on?" Mason asked to the world. "Becky," Paige said softly. "She's spreading the word. " "About what?" "About you can have a great experience getting deflowered if Mason does it." "Ah, shit. Paige. Help. What am I? Some sex machine?" Paige gave a laugh as she hung up her very unsexy white panties. "Depends. But stuff is going around. I can write out a lesson plan for you, Mason. You can teach boys. I can teach girls how to demand how it happens. " The bell rang for the beginning of school and the two turned to their home base,threw the rest of their clothes into their lockers, closed the doors, and hurried to the room, catching the harsh look of Ms. Smith as they entered at the last moment. As soon as announcements were over, the phone on Ms. Smith's desk rang and she answered it, listened for a moment and hung up. She looked up. "Paige and Mason. You're need to go to the office right now. Take your book bags." The two looked at each other, but did as instructed. They walked down the hall side by side and entered the main office. The secretary looked up. "Paige and Mason?" "Yes, Ma'am," Paige replied. "You two take a seat." They did but hadn't even settled down when the door opened and the assistant principal for middle school looked at them. "Okay, Paige and Mason, come in." "Yes, Mr, Jones," Mason said as they followed him in. He indicated two chairs in front of Ms. Anderson's desk and they sat down. Paige crossed her legs. "Okay. I don't want to keep you two from your class too long, but I do have a few questions to get some rumors straightened out." "Rumors?" Mason said. "Yes. Seems there is a story going around both the middle and the high school as well as in the fourth and fifth grades that you, Mason, have offered to relieve any girl who wants to, of her virginity. " "I what?? No ma'am! Uh, one girl said something to me this morning before school. But I don't even know her. She's in elementary any way," `Okay, Mason. Exactly what did she say?" "Uh. I can't remember exactly, but something like `I want you to do it to me' and then she just ran away. "Oh. Now, Paige, what's this about girls asking you if it's okay with you if Mason has sex with them?" "Uh. Two sixth grade girls came up to me this morning and asked me about that. I told them I'd have to think about it." "Very understanding girl friend," Ms. Anderson said. "Well, ma'am, we were in an experiment. We learned we didn't own anybody and nobody owned us. I'll say this. No matter what, I love Mason very much." "And I love Paige, too." "Okay, both of you. That's pretty much been documented. But one more question, Mason. How well do you know a fifth grader named Becky Thatcher?" Mason sat quietly. Paige nudged him, looked at him and nodded. "Uh. I know Becky," he said. "I guess I know why you asked me. Uh. She came to me and said she was the only eleven year old virgin in the fifth grade. She'd heard I was very gentle and would I please ....." his voice faded. "Deflower her, Mason?" the principal's voice was also quiet. "Uh. Yes ma'am. And I said yes. " "And did you?" "Ma'am, that's an awful word. That's not what I did. Honest. But, yes. She's not a virgin now." "Well, I know for a fact that thirteen year old boys have done things a whole lot more foolish then this, Mason. But this sounds like it's getting out of hard. The logical thing to do would be to tell the students old enough to understand - say fifth grade and up - that if they are going to engage in actual sex, the first time is very special. We might even need to tell them how. Ms. Anderson looked at the two. "Okay. I've seen the report on you as subjects. All three of you. Okay, Paige, why was Mason so special?" "Uh. First, we both took our time. I mean the setting was hardly romantic. Plain white room, bright light, two girls and a boy. But I was physically ready. So was Mason. We almost did it the usual way. You know, me on my back, him on top of me. But I remember reading something and I pushed him on his back and got on top. A couple of minutes later, I put him inside me and we made love. We really did, Ms. Anderson. It was wonderful, even in the white room and the lights and Jenna lying on her belly to watch us. "It was, Ms. Anderson. I, I don't like saying I took her virginity. It's not like I have it in my dresser or something. No. We gave each other our virginity. She gave me hers. I gave her mine. I couldn't give Jenna mine any more, but she could give me hers and she did." "So what about young Becky Thatcher?" Mason dropped his eyes. "I don't know, Ms. Anderson. I just hope her next time the boy is slow and gentle and looks up at her." "I hope the same thing, Ms. Anderson," Paige said softly. "Well. That is some little story. I have to say I wish my time had been as nice. ..." as her voice trailed off. But tell me, you two. Are you saying we don't have many virgins here?" "That's what Becky says of the fifth and sixth graders." Ms. Anderson, just listening to gossip in the locker room for gym, most of the eighth grade girls aren't. I mean, I know Jenna and I aren't. We have twelve girls. I'm sure another four aren't. Not sure about two more. The other four, I'm fairly sure are still virgins. " "Okay, Ms. Anderson, this is only a man speaking, but it seems to me if these two are correct, we need to have a talk with all the girls fifth grade and up. And I remember my first experience. It sure wasn't dazzlingly romantic, either." "Uh, excuse me, Mr. Jones, but to really stop being a virgin, really calls for a boy and a girl. Seems to me that all of us old enough to actually have sex need to be together," Paige said. Ms. Anderson looked at Paige. "You know. She's right. Here's what I think. Tomorrow. Maybe last block. We keep the school running normally until then. Then, let the fourth grade teacher and aide and a PE teacher take care of the fourth grade themselves. We'll take fifth and up to the auditorium. We need to make a plan, the teachers need to see it. I even think taking Paige's description, writing it up, and giving each student a copy of it. Who knows. Maybe even show a film. " "Never get away with this in a regular public school," Mr. Jones said. "Nope. But then we don't have to worry about boys trying to look down a girl's top, either." Paige grinned at this, and looked down at her boobs. "So I guess we aren't in trouble?' she asked. "Never can tell. There may be a riot tomorrow," Ms. Anderson said. MJ's Joins a Threesome. MJ walked down the school corridor towards the cafeteria, now totally at ease with both her own nudity and the nudity around her, boys and girls, young and old. An older boy, high school obviously, came along side her. "Hi. Look, I'm Calvin. I'm in Paige's physics class and we're friends. I was just wondering. You're the new girl. My girl friend Cindy and I have a two couple private room reserved for after school. I'm a senior, but sixteen, and Cindy is fourteen. Would you maybe be interested in getting a bit better acquainted?" "You mean like kissing? Making out? That sort of thing?" "Yeah. A fun three way. Cindy's only done it once. I'm a bit forward - but have you?" "Uh. Yes. A few times." "Great. I've never done anything with a girl with innie nipples. Those are really neat looking." "Well, thanks. So Cindy would be okay with this?" "Uh huh. In fact she's the one who pointed out you have innies. Not many of those. So, come to Private Room #8 as soon as the dismissal bell rings. We can go in, get aquainted, and afterwards we can get dressed and Cindy and I will drive you home. Okay?" "So I don't go to my locker?" "No. As long as we're dressed in time for the late bus, we're fine buffing it." "Buffing it?" "Yeah. When you're `in the buff,' you're undressed, right?" "Yeah." "So right now we're `buffing it." MJ laughed. MJ avoided Mason, Paige, and Jenna, something she found a bit surprisingly easy to do and found PR#8 easily enough. She opened the door to find Calvin with his arms around a short, red head with a pony tail. The two turned and broke their hug. "Hi," MJ said, looking again at Calvin, who now had about a seven inch erection topped with a red bulbous head and a large ball sac. She turned to Cindy who had small breasts, maybe only 30 As or maybe Bs, but an unshaven pubic region and red hair there to match her pony tail. "Hi," Cindy said. "I guess you like girls, too, right?" "I used to think that's all I liked. But Paige and Jenna turned me on to Mason. They're the only ones I've messed with, sometimes Paige and Jenna, and sometimes Mason and one of them, and a few times, just Mason." "Ah. So - is he the great virginity taker we hear he is?" She smiled. "He was wonderful." Calvin took three paces to MJ, put his arms around her waist, drew her to him, and kissed her. She instantly opened her mouth. Cindy came around behind her, placing her hands on MJ's mons Venus. Calvin broke the kiss and said, "Time to lie down, ladies." He took both of them by the hand and led them to the nearest couch. "No. Better idea. Sit down." They did and he knelt before Cindy. "You first," he said as he gently eased her knees apart, exposing her pink pussy. "Yum," he said. Now don't let MJ get bored," as his mouth found the freshman's snatch. Cindy reached out to caress MJs innies before leaning over to kiss and suck on them. In the meantime, MJ rubbed Calvin's shoulders before he switched to her and began to explore her cunt with his tongue. After a few minutes, Cindy said, "Our turn, Calvin. Lie on the bed. MJ and I are going to share you." Calvin did so and the two girls stood up. "What do you want first, MJ? His cock or his balls?" "I don't know. Never did much with balls. What do you do?" "Well, kiss them of course. Suck on them. I can only get one of his at a time in my mouth. Then we swap. " MJ lowered her face and began to kiss around his nut sac. Cindy smiled and began to lick Calvin's dick head. "Nice," Calvin said as Cindy began to get serious and MJ slowly took a nut into her mouth, first one, then the other. At the same time she began to frig herself. "God yes. Oh, Cindy. Nice. MJ. Please. Swap. And the two girls did, Cindy on the nut bag and MJ on the flesh clarinet. "Oh, yes. Oh. You two are fantastic. You are good. So good. Almost as Paige." MJ heard that while Calvin's cock was deep in her mouth. Paige had blown him? Wow. She'd heard some rumor that boys were raving over Paige's willingness to give fantastic blow jobs. Wow. "Oh, Christ. I"m about to cum. YES!!" And his first hot jet shot into MJ's mouth. Several minutes later the three lay on the bed/couch, Calvin with one hand playing with Cindy's cunt while the other tweaked MJs innie. The two girls took turns playing with Calvin's cock until it began to stiffen and rise. "I've never done it cowgirl style," Cindy announced. I hear it's the new fad," she said. "I just lie here and let you do it," Calvin said. "Ah. I'll put a pillow under your head. Jenna told me something about sitting on a guy's face," MJ said, grabbing a pillow. As it turned out, with Cindy facing forward and MJ facing towards Calvin's feet, the two girls could play with boobs and nipples while a tongue stroked one twat while a cock worked the other. Great coms were felt by all three, even as they collapsed in a pile of damp, naked flesh. The Assembly "Teachers and students. Please stop what you are doing and listen to these instructions. Instead of last block, all students and teachers of Fifth Grade through Senior will report to the auditorium as soon as the late bell has rung. The teacher, and aide as appropriate, will escort the class, beginning with the Fifth and leaving an empty row between each filled row. Teachers will line up students in single file, in a boy - girl - formation. It does not matter if a boy is first or a girl, but the person behind the first must be the opposite sex. Teachers, make sure grades do not mingle and keep this as orderly as possible. "Fourth grade teacher and assistant, plus designated help carry out your instructions with your fourth graders. Lower grade teachers resume your normal routine. Obey the release bell even if the upper grades remain behind. "Upper teachers, please assemble your classes. I will see you soon. Thank you." The wise teachers allowed a certain amount of bedlam for a minute or two before calling for silence. In Ms. Smith's eighth grade class, her six foot stature came into play. "Alright. Hand up!" At once each raised one hand and the class lapsed into silence. "Okay. Allison. Go stand by the door. Right. Jerry. Behind her. Okay, same sequence. Girl, boy. Line up. Frank. Who is in front of you? "Marshall, Ms. Smith. " "Okay. So which of you is the girl?" Yes, laughter. "I'm sorry, Ms. Smith. Cheryl is now. " "And I'm behind Frank." "Thanks, Jenna." Paige looked in front to see that Mason was behind Jenna and she was behind him. Then Tony and then MJ. Everybody seemed to fall and minutes later the eighth grade moved out of the classroom and onto the hall to the auditorium. Was it Mason who began to whistle "Hi Ho, It's off to work we go"? Well, why not? This might not be fun. Or maybe. As the ninth grade began to move, the whistle also began. When the seniors entered, the staff up on the stage had a hard time keeping from laughing. "Well, Beethoven's Hymn to Joy, that was not," Ms. Anderson said. "Everybody please sit down. We have some serious stuff to discuss. It's called sex." Most of the noise rose from the older students while the younger ones looked at their neighbors. "Okay. I want silence for right now. This started with a simple, if strange request. One of you here, a girl, I have to say, became upset because many of her other female classmates were not virgins and she was one. She asked a boy, not her boy friend to take care of that stigma." Ms. Anderson gave a slight chuckle. "Let me fill all of you in. When I got married, some thirty years ago, my father escorted me up the aisle of the church. I wore a white dress and a veil over the bottom of my face. The minister asked who gave me to another man. He said he did. Let that sink into your heads. My loving, doting father, gave me to another man. I became the property of another man. I was expected to be a virgin. Okay. Confession. I wasn't. "I want all of you here, think on that. Do you want to be property? Do you want to own a person you love? "So. Late day before yesterday and then early yesterday, rumors started flying. Girl, if you are still a virgin and don't want to be - there is a boy who can help you out. It will be a wonderful experience. Girl - do you want to be the only girl of your age who is still a virgin? You're ten? Find a boy. "Okay. We've done a lot of talking in the last 24 hours and we've discovered that we have fourth grade girls who are already sexual active. Might be some fourth grade boys, too. It's just harder to pin them down. Now, you can look around. This is one of the reasons we asked your teachers to line you up, boy - girl. That person next to you - is not the same sex. It's obvious. Just like I'm a middle aged woman and the two assistant principals are both young, one man, one woman. "Here's the deal - all of you. None of your teachers think that any boy or girl of any age, who is not already sexually active, should become so now. By sexual active we mean penile/vaginal contact. But if you make that decision, we think you must try for the best possible situation, even if it seems out of the norm. Like this." A screen slid down, the room lights dimmed and suddenly there was a bare white room with a queen sized bed in it., On the bed were two kids, a boy and a girl. She lay on the bed, him next to her as they kissed and dropped. Mason felt Paige's hand grasp his arm. "That's us! " she hissed, Mason saw the tight buns on the girl, the almost flat chest, the sparse pubic hair. "Do you want to?" she asked, but the voice was not Paige's. "Uh," he replied, but again his voice was not his. "Are you ready?" again, not Paige's voice, "I think so," his response from so long ago, but some other boy's voice. Then she pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him, They both watched, fascinated as her hand found his hard cock and moved it so she could slowly, slowly, ease herself down onto it. "Oh! " she breathed and began to move up and down, almost like riding a bike. The screen went dark. "Oh my God," Paige whispered. "Nobody will recognize us," Mason whispered back. He got cut short by Ms Anderson. "Okay. The block is almost over. Here is the deal. Don't go around asking to be relieved of your virginity. In some cases, that might be a good idea. In most, not. Talk to somebody older. This is something that can only happen once. I'm going to leave you with something two of your schoolmates told me yesterday. ` He didn't take my virginity. I didn't take his. He gave me his. I gave him mine.' If you can say the same thing - great. Just make sure that you can. Okay?" For a good minute the students sat silent. Then they stood up, turned to each other and began to hug. Not sexual hugs. But affirming ones. Melody Mason rang the door bell after he had locked his bike to the stair's railing. The door opened to Melody wearing a bath robe and slippers. C.O. ran through Mason's head. That's something we really don't spread around. "Hi, Melody," he said, his eyes running over her, from her black hair done up in a single pig tail, down to her breasts, obviously larger than most sixth graders - in fact on a par with some eighth graders, though not as large as Paige had now. She had big brown eyes and a happy grin on her face. "Mason. Thanks for coming to help me with P-A. Come in." With that he walked in and she shut the door behind him. "Mom. Mason's here," she called, then turned to him. "Mason, I should have said something when I asked you to come over. We're a C.O. home. Would you like to get comfortable? There hooks behind you." He smiled. "Thanks, Melody. We are too. I will," and he pulled off his polo shirt. "Mom. It's okay. Mason is C.O. He's getting comfortable now." As Mason sat down on an obvious convenient bench to take off his sneakers a lady appeared in the door. She had to be about his mother's age, but her breasts seemed to sag a bit more than Mom's did and she had both stretch marks and the scar of a C-section. "Hi, Mason. Glad you could spare some time to work with Melody. " "Hi. Glad to help. That's what the school says we should do," he said. He eased off his jeans without even thinking. "So, how long has your family been C.O.? I hope that's not an embarrassing question." "Oh, no ma'am. See Paige, Jenna, and I were all in the same study. Jenna and I moved here when our folks got jobs with the Corporation. We went C.O. about a month later. So about three months maybe." "That's good. Well, I don't want to keep you from helping Melody. I understand you are already in Algebra II and your girl friend is in Advanced Algebra. " "Yes, Ma'am. And Jenna, who likes to play dumb, is in plane geometry." "Melody is in the family room with her stuff." "Thanks, ma'am," and he followed her pointed finger towards the family room. Twenty minutes later, Mason could not figure out why Melody needed any help at all. Her answers were always correct and at least a minute before he had it. Finally, he looked up. "Are you sure I'm helping you, Melody? I mean everything is right and you are ahead of me. I think you might be helping me tomorrow. " She smiled. "Hey, Mom. When's dinner? Can Mason stay?" "It's going to be an hour, Honey. You know that. Of course he can stay if it's okay with his folks." "Uh, I need to be home about then, Melody. Some other time? I'd like that. " "Okay, Mom. He can't stay, but we're going up to my room for a bit. Okay?" "Fine, dear." "Closed door, Mom." "Er. Okay, dear. "Alright, Mason, let's listen to some good music." With that she stuck her hand out and grabbed his and pulled him to his feet. As she did, he felt a stirring in his cock, which had been quietly sleeping with his balls as a pillow. But he followed her to her room, a typical middle school girl's room, except he was in it as she shut the door and, he noticed, locked it. "Okay, Melody, what's going on?" he asked quietly. She sat on her bed. "I think I need your help," she said. "Uh, Melody. You were at that assembly. I don't think I can help you that way." "You mean make it easier for me to give up my virginity? You can't. I'm one of the girls that got it all wrong. " He saw her face drop. "It was supposed to be special. It was. Just not the right way." Mason sat down on the bed, too, but put at least a foot away from the sixth grader. Oh, where was Paige when he needed her? "So, what can I do, Melody?" "Everybody knows they talked about you and Paige. I even heard a couple of kids say that video was you and Paige. " "Hey, the girl was flat chested and her hair was way different from a pony tail!" "She didn't have much. But that may have been six months ago. I don't know. But several kids think it was you and Paige. Anyway. You can't go talk to the boy who stole my cherry. But maybe you can talk to other boys and convince them that they need to do it right, Maybe Jack is going to try to talk some girl into `doing it' just so he can strut." "I can try. " "I know you will. Now. I've only done it once. Maybe the best thing to say is I've only had it done it to me once. " She smiled at him. "I know I really don't know you. You really don't know me. But could you maybe help me feel what it should have been like? " "What about your parents? Your mom is in the kitchen." But one hand gently caressed the lips between her legs while the other gently tweaked a hard nipple. "We agreed on this. It's a long story. But they think it's the best." Mason looked at her and noticed tiny tears in the corner of both her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the nose, then the forehead, then she grabbed him and they kissed as his finger entered her. Five minutes later he said, "You don't have to be on top if you don't want to be." "I know. But I want to." "Yes,:" he said. And she slowly lowered herself on his hard but soft headed rod. Dear Reader, When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth came 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 clearly states 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 errors will 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. Gene