Path: not-for-mail
From: danw <danw@pobox.com>
User-Agent: Thunderbird 2.0.0.23 (Windows/20090812)
MIME-Version: 1.0
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.pedo
Subject: OTEC_Penny
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="windows-1252"; format="flowed"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Lines: 261
Message-ID: <XSXZm.16204$eH1.8019@newsfe16.iad>
NNTP-Posting-Host: 68.14.168.175
X-Complaints-To: newsmaster@cox.net
X-Trace: newsfe16.iad 1261980215 68.14.168.175 (Mon, 28 Dec 2009 06:03:35 UTC)
NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 06:03:35 UTC
Organization: Cox
Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:03:31 -0600

===================

alt.sex.stories.pedo
OTEC_Penny
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT © 2007 D A Wootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan




The headmistress had an appointment with Vin.
"As you know we have a tradition of the right of mandamus here in Valhalla,
the monarch has certain duties and privileges."
"Such as?" Vin asked in as neutral a tone as he could manage.
Realizing his artificial memories were deliberately incomplete,
he was about to find out how incomplete.
"When an underclass girl, chooses to become a woman,
we have a traditional way to accomplish this."
"And what might that be?" Vin knew, with terrible certainty, what he 
would hear next.
"You have lunch with her, if you find her acceptable, we escort her to 
your bedroom after dinner."
"And if I find her unacceptable?"
"She will probably open a vein in her bath."
"You are joking, right?"
"Why would I joke about such a thing?"
"And you are telling me this now, so I will be prepared in the future?"
"The girl is waiting, as soon as you tell Charles where you will take 
lunch, we will bring her to you."

Vin was sitting behind a, white wrought iron glass topped, table in the 
solarium.
"Your Royal Highness, may I present Penny?"
It was the hardest thing Vin had ever done in his long life, maintaining 
a straight face,
as he studied the small child standing before him.
She could not be more than four feet tall.
Vin knew nothing of children, he could not begin to guess her age, body 
weight, or what class she was in school.
She was dressed in a grade schoolgirls uniform.
Clearly she was a grade school girl.
If she had breasts, they were hidden beneath her starched blouse and 
sweater.
Her pipe cleaner legs were hidden beneath a white leotard.
Her plaid skirt fell below her knees.
She was wearing white bobby socks and black patent leather shoes.
Penny was well named, she had copper colored hair.

She was the most beautiful child Vin had ever seen.
In addition to her débutante child beauty, you could see signs of the 
beautiful woman she would grow into.
But most of all Vin Could see the sparkle in her lovely green eyes.
Penny was not a dull child, her presence filled the room, like a bright 
lamp, in a dark cavern.
If she had this much psychic energy at her age, what would she be like 
as a mature woman?
"Penny, would you care to join me for lunch?"
"Yes your Majesty."
Vin stood as Charles held the chair for her.
Vin waited until the others left.
"Penny, if we are to become friends, when we are alone, you must call me 
Vin."
"Yes Vin."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes."
"You are big enough?"
"Yes." She replied shyly, obviously understand the true question.
"I was given a physical, they take measurements, to make sure the King 
is not asked to do the impossible."
"I am unusually large." She declared proudly, with no sign of embarrassment.
"But then they say that King is also." She added as an afterthought.
"You have no fear of pain or bleeding?"
( Vin was desperately trying to talk her out of it. )
"The pain will pass quickly, the bleeding proves I have waited for you."
"They teach you all this in school?"
"Oh, yes, I got straight A's in sex participation,
I was selected to hold the biology teachers, and the butler's robes,
as they gave the live demonstration." She said proudly.
"In front of the class?"
"Of course, the teacher cleans off her desk, and puts down a pad for them.
"How else can we learn?"
"I see." Vin said, realizing he probably never would.
He was positive, if he asked Penny why it was called sex participation, 
she would give him a detailed account.
His mind shied away from the images the speculation was producing.
"What about boys?" Vin asked hoping to change to a safe subject.
"The headmistress has the duty of changing them into men."
"She seems to be holding up well enough, under the strain of it." Vin 
observed dryly.
Penny giggled.
"Yes, It is the only time she ever sleeps with less than two of them."
"Two boys every night?"
"That's what they claim, upperclassmen, do not usually talk about such 
things with us underclass girls."
"But that will change soon." Penny smiled, looking Vin in the eye.
My god what am I going to do? Vin thought.
Where I come from, they give you jail time for molesting high school girls.
Mandatory prison terms, for middle school girls,
and five years in the electric chair for even thinking about fucking 
grade school girls.

Vin had no memory of the rest of the meal, other than his surprise at 
finding what a
charming conversationalist Penny was.
The young lady was obviously receiving an excellent education.
Vin had fuzzy memory of the rest of the day as well.

There is a complex piece of code running on the home computer,
all of the upperclassman living on the second floor fill out a sexual 
preference questionnaire,
listing desirability and other factors.
Other factors being things like: Do you desire a menage de twa?
Upperclassman were expected to spend eight nights out of the ten with 
different women.
Boys are matched with, the headmistress, one of their teachers, or one 
of the female staff.
Girls were matched with Vin, the Butler, or one of the high school seniors.
There were 2.7 boys for each girl, adding in a female staff reduced the 
ratio to about two to one.
Most of women simply requested two boys each night, so things generally 
came out even.

The manor house on Henderson Island is ultra traditional in its 
architecture.
There is a rat's warren of rooms and hallways in the basement for the staff.
The first floor is dining rooms, ballrooms, libraries, and game rooms.
The second floor is small bedrooms for the upperclassmen and upper-class 
women.
Vin, the headmistress, and the butler, Charles, live on the third floor.
Underclass boys and girls live in basement dormitory rooms.
They and their teachers take their meals in the staff cafeteria.
Everyone living in the basement wears a uniform of one sort or another.

Dinner at the Manor House, is black-tie or white-tie formal, everyone 
dresses appropriately.
Vin sits at the head of the table, the headmistress at the far end.
The headmistress is in charge of seating assignments,
young men and women, in elegant clothing, sit as couples down both sides 
of the long table.
The butler, as is to be expected, acts as headwaiter.

There was an electric tension in the air.
They all know, Vin thought.
Every young lady at the table was watching him intently, looking away 
rapidly, if they thought he noticed.
The young men were smiling at their plates, as though Vin had told an 
especially dirty joke.
I wonder which two she will pick tonight?
Vin wondered with his new found knowledge.
( She did not pick, the computer program chose for her. )
Vin was unable to remember whether he had the fish, or the beef, that night.
The meal ended officially when Vin tossed in his napkin and stood.
Everyone stood with him.
Every eye followed him as he left the room.
They did not leave him waiting long, within minutes there was a knock at 
the door.

It was Penny, Headmistress, and Joan the biology teacher.
Vin stepped back, Penny walked into the room, Headmistress and Joan 
turned leaving without saying a word.
Penny was holding a small size lady's business suit on a hanger, covered 
with dry cleaner plastic.
She hung it on the doorknob, as soon as Vin closed the door.
Penny took hold of two fingers on Vin's hand, as she led him across the 
room.
She stopped in front of the Ottoman, turning around slowly.
"Lift me up." She requested.
Vin slid his hands under her armpits, lifting her easily.
She did not weigh more than sixty pounds!
"Let me help you with those." She said, pointing at Vin's cuff links.
Penny understood French cuffs, Cuff links, tuxedo shirt studs, and how 
to hand tie a bow tie
Vin was amazed. Soon his shirt was hanging open.
"Help me with mine." Penny said raising her slender arms.
Vin reached down slowly pulling her small sweater up over her head.
"My buttons next."
Penny smiled, watching Vin's fingers tremble as he reached for the first 
button.
There were twenty or thirty small pearl button with rounded tops.
There were four of them on each cuff.
Penny raised her hands over her head without saying a word.
Vin pulled the tiny cotton blouse off.
Penny was not wearing a training bra. She was naked from the waist up.
Her two tiny breasts were the size of fried eggs.
Her small nipples were a rock hard, as Vin leaned forward, kissing them 
tenderly.
Penny hopped down off of the Ottoman.
"Sit."
Vin sat.
Penny picked up one of Vin's legs, standing on either side of it, as 
though she were shoeing a horse.
Her slender fingers had his shoe laces undone in an instant.
She cupped the palm of one hand under the back of his shoe, pulling it 
off with a practiced ease of a shoe store clerk.
She stuck two thumbs inside the top of Vin's sock, sliding it off his 
foot in a smooth motion.
How can she know all this, and still be a virgin? He wondered.
She sat on Vin's chest, reaching down, undoing his belt and zipper.
Do they actually have them practice this in school?
Clearly she had done this before.
"Up."
They traded places.
Penny held up one foot.
There was a concealed snap, at the end of the strap.
Vin was acutely aware he was much less graceful than Penny.
She did not seem to mind.
She arched her back, pulling her plaid skirt up around her armpits.
"The leotard next."
She arched her back a second time so Vin could pull the tight fitting 
garment away.
"Now the panties."
She smiled, watching Vin's expression as he reached for the tiny cotton 
undergarment.
She let Vin get a good look, standing slowly turning around, placing 
both hands on the Ottoman, like a cop car.
(Vin was desperately trying to banish images of cop cars from his mind.)
"There is a button at the top."
Indeed there was, and a zipper just below it.
Penny reached back, holding the tiny skirt in place, turning to face Vin.
She stood, smiling at Vin's erection, slowly raising her eyes to his 
face, savoring the lust she saw there.
Maintaining eye contact with him, she raised her hands.
Her tiny plaid skirt fell to the floor.
They were both naked.
Penny's pubic hair was copper colored.
"Carry me to bed."
Vin carried her in his arms, feeling the warmth of her against his 
chest, his erection pushing against her spine.
He laid her gently on the bed.
She scooted over making room for Vin.
Vin had intended to kiss her thoroughly and tenderly.
"Take me now." She commanded.
She spread her legs, reaching down, guiding him in.
Vin started to enter her slowly, fearful he would hurt her.
With a sudden upward lunge of her hips, she forced him into her.
She gave a startled gasp as her hymen ruptured.
"Are you all right?" Vin asked, holding very still.
She did not answer, she threw her arms around him, and began fucking him.
Vin felt wetness, knowing it was her blood.
She was looking up at him, her face filled with love, as he added to her 
wetness.

Penny was insatiable, she had obviously studied images on Hindu temples.
She wanted to try every conceivable position. It more than a homework 
assignment, she was interested in what pleased her,
and what pleased Vin.
She was a four foot hedonist, turned loose in a sexual candy store.
Vin did not get any sleep that night.

In the morning Penny shared the shower with Vin. They needed an 
especially good shower,
they had Penny's blood all over each other. Penny was obviously a proud 
of her accomplishment.
( The sheets looked like a scene from a slasher movie. )
Amongst other things they washed each others backs, at least Penny 
washed as much of Vin's back as she could reach.
She did not even glance at her old school uniform, laying scattered on 
the floor.
She put on her micro sized, ladies business suit, looking like a million 
gold.
She motioned for Vin to bow, parallel to the floor, kissing him sweetly 
on the lips, walking out the door,
without a backward glance.
    

20091228000331