This story (and title) are based on an idea sent me by cc.




                   LITTLE MISS TAYQUE

                           by

                       C. Lakewood



Part 1

    Jennifer Tayque was a young teacher just out of college.  Her 
first real job was one that no one else had wanted: teaching a 
summer English class that was officially termed "remedial," but 
it was, in reality, intended as punishment for undisciplined high 
school girls.  The problem was that her class was entirely composed 
of seniors, virtually all of them bigger and more aggressive than 
her.  She had been looking forward to a class of younger (and 
presumably more pliable) girls, but knew that beggars couldn't 
be choosers.  So, for a month, she tried to make the best of her 
situation -- without a great deal of success.

    Much of the problem was due to her physical and intellectual 
limitations.  

    First of all, she was small, slight, and very youthful-looking.  
Though she was 22, she looked some years younger than that.  
(Exactly how much younger depended largely on context.)  

    During her time student-teaching, she often appeared younger 
than the students she was supposed to be instructing.  To 
compensate, she would begin by trying to pose as a hard-nosed, 
by-the-book martinet.  This charade, however, never held up for 
more than a day or two.

    Her fall-back role was to attempt to enlist sympathy by acting 
as a sort of poor-me, I-never-have-any-luck sad-sack.  This might 
influence the supervising teacher (who would then let Jennifer 
skate through the evaluation process out of empathy) -- but none 
of the kids ever bought it.

    As a result, the class quickly came to regard Jennifer with 
both hatred and contempt.  The summer class in "remedial" English 
was no different.  Jennifer's pedagogical style fit her usual 
pattern, and it produced the usual results.

    While she might have succeeded in handling pre-school, 
kindergarten, or the lower grades in elementary school, she was 
simply unsuited to teach in any but the blandest high schools.  
The resulting stress hit her hard, especially because she didn't 
have the mental resources to deal with it.  She wasn't actually 
stupid, but was just dull, naive, and suggestible.
    
    She did at least try to muddle through, despite her obvious 
incapacity to handle that class.  The only thing that worked in 
her favor was that those seniors had to pass the course in order 
to graduate.  
   
    The Friday afternoon just before the 4th of July break, she got 
the idea she might get some sympathy from the class by mentioning 
that her apartment building was going to be fumigated during the 
course of the next few days...and complaining about the awful smell 
that would result.  Sherry Blair, a clever and opportunistic 
student, sensing the possibilities, grasped this chance and 
invited her to stay over at HER house for however long the 
fumigation stink lasted.  

    Jennifer was surprised, since Sherry had, up to that point, 
seemed so disdainful.  She was smart, however, and stylish (and 
from a moneyed family).  She was also the natural class leader.  
And, in this case, she seemed nice enough -- sweet, even -- so 
Jennifer accepted.  This might be a great way to get an 
influential ally in class, she thought.

    After class, Jennifer and Sherry walked out together, Jennifer 
quite giddy with pleasure even though it was raining hard.  They 
paused in the school's front portico to assess the situation.  

    "I...um...don't have a car," Jennifer admitted, unhappily.

    "No sweat.  Mine's parked right over there," Sherry said.  
"We shouldn't get too wet if we run for it."

    "Oh, right," Jennifer agreed.  "But we should go past my place, 
so I can pick up some things."

    "Don't worry about that.  We can do it later, after the rain 
lets up.  Come on!"

    They both got moderately wet running for the car, especially 
since Sherry had to fumble out her keys and took some time in 
unlocking the doors.  It got worse, though, when the car stalled 
two blocks from Sherry's house and refused to start up again.  
The storm looking like it was going to last for hours and the 
house being just close enough...they decided to run for it.  
(Well, Sherry decided, and Jennifer acquiesced.)

    Of course, they were absolutely soaked by the time they 
reached the house.  They entered through the back and into a 
laundry room.  

    "Just strip off and drape your stuff over there," Sherry made 
an off-hand gesture.  "Lila -- she's the housekeeper -- will find 
'em and take care of 'em."

    "But...."

    "Oh, don't be shy, Miss Tayke.  We're both girls, right?"  
Sherry was already down to her sodden underwear.  "Brrr!  That 
rain was really cold for this time of year.  A nice hot shower's 
what we need, don't you think?  Come on!  Let me help you with 
that...um...padded bra.  Hmmm....  AND the panties....  O-kay!  
Now upstairs, quick like.  We've got a shower stall that's big 
enough for us both to get in it at the same time.  That'll be 
fun.  Now, scoot!"  She punctuated her order with a sharp slap 
on Jennifer's wet, pink, naked bottom.

    The strip, the dash upstairs, and the scramble into the big 
shower took place in a flurry of motion.  Once they'd gotten 
into the shower stall and were luxuriating under the warm spray, 
they had a chance to carefully look each other over.  

    In the comparison, Jennifer clearly came off second best.  
She was an unathletic dishwater blonde, 5'1" and 105 pounds, 
with a flat chest and scanty pubes, whereas Sherry was a shapely, 
muscular, mature girl, with handsome auburn hair, about 4" taller 
and 20 pounds heavier.  

    If Jennifer had been diffident before, she was absolutely 
intimidated now.

    "Yumm!  This IS nice!" Sherry sighed.  "And we can wash each 
other, okay?"  And she proceeded to soap and scrub Jennifer, using 
her hands and a large loofah.  She paid particular attention to 
Jennifer's crotch.  By the time Sherry was through, Jennifer was 
aroused, tingling all over, and (though still a bit apprehensive), 
more than ready for whatever was going to come next.   

		******************************  
   
    Sherry allowed Jennifer to dry her off, gently and thoroughly, 
an obvious attempt to curry favor with the alpha female.  She 
smiled inwardly.  "Everything's working perfectly," she thought.  
"Maybe I should major in psychology in college.  I guess I was a 
little lucky that she doesn't know shit about cars...but I had 
counted on that.  The big thing is that she's reacting, step by 
step by step, exactly the way I'd figured."

    She took a long, lingering look at Jennifer's pitifully 
immature body, which immediately began blushing furiously. 
 
    "God, Miss Tayque, you look nice, but so small without your 
heels and that padded bra.  So young...."  She shook her head, 
thoughtfully.  "None of the clothes I wear now is going to fit 
you, but I bet I can find some stuff for you that I've outgrown 
and that's been packed away....  

    "And it's silly for me to keep calling you 'Miss Tayque,' 
isn't it?"  (Though it IS funny, she thought.)  "I'll just call 
you 'Jennifer' -- or 'Jenny.'  Hey!  I've got an awesome idea!  
Wouldn't it be cool to fool my parents and everybody into 
thinking we're classmates?"

    "Oh...I...don't...know...."

    "Sure!  It'll be fun!  Look, while I find you something to 
wear, why don't you finish drying your hair and put it up into 
pigtails?"  And she swept from the bathroom without waiting for 
an answer.

		******************************

    By the time "Jenny" had done her hair, Sherry was back with 
a dress -- and a tall drink, which she handed to Jenny.  "It's 
mostly fruit juice," she said.  (Yeah, right!)  But it'll make 
you feel good.  Meantime, we just HAVE to do something about 
THIS."  She tugged on Jenny's sparse pubic hair.

    "Wha-"

    "Oh, yeah.  This is -- what do they call it? -- 'nondescript,' 
I think is the word.  Yeah, it definitely has to go."

    "But...."

    "Don't worry, Jenny dear, I'll take care of everything.  Lean 
back, close your eyes, and enjoy your drink."

    (And paramount in Jenny's mind was the happy thought, "She 
called me 'dear.'")

    Sherry wet Jenny's crotch again with warm water and lathered it 
up with menthol shave cream.

    Her pussy was tingling madly, but Jenny (who had quickly downed 
most of her drink) was enjoying that.

    "You know what I'm going to do, don't you, Jenny?"

    "Sh-shave me?"

    "Yes....  But you're gonna have to ask me to it.  Go on!"

    "It-it's okay, I guess...."

    "No.  You ASK me to do it.  And be polite."

    "Would you...please shave me, Sherry?"

    "Pretty please?"

    Jenny giggled.  "Yes.  Please shave me...pretty please."

    "Okay, then.  Here we go," Sherry said.  "Hold still."

		***************************** 

    When Sherry had finished, Jenny's crotch was as smooth as a 
pre-adolescent's.  

    "Mmmm...perfect!" Sherry exclaimed.

    She spread some green, citrus-smelling goo onto the shaved area 
around both Jenny's cunt AND her asshole.  "Rub this stuff well in; 
I'll be back in a jiff."

    Jenny nodded and went to work with both hands.

		******************************

    Ten minutes later, Sherry returned with two drinks, one of 
which she gave to Jenny.  She sipped her own while rinsing off 
the remains of the green goo.  "Well, you won't be bothered with 
any hair there for quite some time, kid.  Matter of fact, you 
look so young now that maybe you oughta start calling me 'Miss 
Blair' -- as a secret joke, just between us.  Okay?"

    "Okay...Miss Blair," Jenny giggled and finished her second 
drink.  "Th-thank you, Miss Blair.  You're being so nice to me."

    "Damn right.  Now, here's a dress you can wear.  I've hidden 
your other stuff so that nobody'll figure out who you really are 
and spoil the joke."

    She handed over a very short, very sheer, pale pink sundress 
that she had last worn when she was 12.  If Jenny had had any 
pubic hair, it would have been clearly visible either through 
the sheer fabric or, when she moved, below the brief hem.  

    "Don't I get shoes...or panties?" Jenny whined.

    "Maybe later.  I couldn't find any handy.  Come on."

    On their way downstairs, Jenny stumbled a couple of times -- 
which she found hilarious -- and then asked, "Nuzzer drink, Miz 
Blairrrr?"

    "Here, finish mine.  And, by the way, take these.  Vitamins.  
They're good for you."  She handed Jenny her glass (still more 
than half full) and two black capsules.  Jenny looked at the 
capsules curiously for a moment, then shrugged and washed them 
down with the rest of the drink.

    For her, things were pretty much a blur after that, though 
she did vaguely remember being introduced to a big, scowling 
black woman and some other people...and somebody was being called 
a "brat."  Then they had some food...pizza, maybe...but she was 
SO tired, she was really glad when they told her it was "bed-time." 

    Sherry -- Miss Blair -- helped her upstairs to a small bedroom 
on the third floor.  There she was stripped and put to bed.  She 
fell asleep immediately and slept like a stone.  She was quite 
oblivious even when, just before dawn, Sherry crept into the room 
and used a turkey baster to squirt fresh pee onto her crotch.  The 
warm wetness, of course, caused Jenny to relax her bladder and 
flood the bed.

    Satisfied, Sherry went back to her own room on the second floor.

		******************************

    The sun was well up when Lila, the Blairs' extra-large 
housekeeper barged into Jenny's room and found that she had 
wet the bed.  Lila had a short fuse, even in the best of times,
and she quickly had Jenny out of bed, naked and still half-asleep, 
and was dragging her by the ear down the back stairs and out onto 
the rear patio.

    "Las' night you was drunk...an' prolly on drugs, too...an' 
sashayin' 'round here mos'ly naked....  An' you a bed-wetter, 
too...a bad, dirty girl.  But you gone be cleaner when I's done 
wif you."

    And she turned the garden hose on Jenny, chasing her around 
the flagstoned patio with the gush of cold water until she 
cornered her up against an unyielding balustrade and gave her 
a thorough wash.

    At length, she shut off the water and tossed Jenny a coarse 
towel.  "Dis is fo' rubbin' down dogs, but it be plenny good 
enuf fo' you," she sneered.  "An' you can WEAR it, too."

    After Jenny had more or less dried herself and wrapped the damp 
towel around her body, Lila dragged her back inside and down to a 
sort of family room in the basement.  Two 20-something black males 
in do-rags were there playing a video game, which they immediately 
abandoned in favor of more tempting stuff.

    Lila didn't waste words.  "Bad girl...drunk...show-off...an' 
bed-wetter...."  She sat down heavily on one of the couches, pulled 
Jenny across her ample lap, flipped back the towel, and began 
spanking Jenny's bare bottom with power and accuracy.  Both the 
guys (who, in fact, were Lila's nephews) instantly became very 
interested in witnessing justice being meted out.  Indeed, they 
shifted their positions -- more than once -- as Jenny forgot all 
about modesty, kicking and flailing and displaying almost 
everything she had below the waist.

    "Aaaah!  Please, ma'am...PLEASE!  I'm sorry I wet the bed!  
I'm SORRY I was a bad girl!  Don't s-sp-spank me...not so HARD!  
Please!"

    After several minutes, Sherry wandered in, watched a while, and 
finally convinced Lila that that would probably do...at least for 
now.  Jenny was allowed up, but was made to stand in the corner, 
with her reddened bottom peeping out from under the lower edge of 
the towel.

    Eventually, Lila had to go off to attend to her duties 
elsewhere, and, well aware of just how far she could trust 
her nephews when there was white trash available, she took 
them with her.

    That left Sherry and Jenny alone, for the moment.

    "You know you're a woeful disappointment to me, girl...an 
awful embarrassment.  You're going to get ME in trouble for 
bringing you into the house."

    "I-I'm sorry, Sherry.  I NEVER wet the bed...."

    "What did you call me?"

    "Oh...um...should I still be calling you 'Miss Blair'?"

    "Yes, I think so...to show your respect.  You DO respect me, 
don't you, girl?" 

    Dizzy from the humiliating events of the morning and the 
after-effects of the day before, Jenny found it difficult to 
think coherently.  The one thing that she did manage to grasp 
was that she had displeased Miss Blair.  "Of course I do, M-miss 
Blair.  But I'm wet and hungry and practically naked...and my 
bottom hurts...."

    "Well, bad things happen to bad girls.  And you ARE a bad 
girl, aren't you?"

    "I'm sssorry...."

    "Aren't you a bad girl?"

    "I guess....  Yes, I'm a bad girl.  But I'm sorry I've been 
bad.  I WANT to be a good girl.  Please, Miss Blair, forgive 
me....  And can't I have some breakfast and something to wear 
instead of this little towel?"

    "That reminds me: that needs to go into the wash."  Sherry 
snatched away the towel and hurried from the room.  Jenny was 
stupefied for a moment, and, by the time she had regained her 
wits (some of them, anyway), Sherry -- Miss Blair -- was gone.
       
    She sagged back into her corner.

		******************************

    Jenny was still standing disconsolately in the corner half an 
hour later.  She'd had time to think about how bad she'd been, how 
disgracefully she'd acted, how ungrateful....  And also how much 
she was tingling "down there."  As she unconsciously started to 
play with herself, her mind went drifting off, remembering how nice 
it had been with Miss Blair in the bathroom yesterday...and how 
awful that big, black mammy had been to her that morning.  Why had 
she found both scenes arousing?  That question was disturbing, but 
then other things intervened to distract her.

    There was a sudden noise as several pairs of feet came 
clattering downstairs and into the rec room.  Jenny snatched 
her hand away from her crotch, hoping fervently that it wasn't 
more black men.

    It wasn't.  It was worse.

    Six of Sherry's friends -- all of them Jenny's students -- 
trooped into the room.  The girls, who had been chattering away 
an instant before, fell silent (except for some whispers and a 
half-stifled giggle).

    Jenny, with a sidelong glance, recognized them immediately.  
Mortified, she pushed her nose deeper into the corner, as if to 
hide, and crossed her hands over her red butt in a vain attempt 
at some sort of modesty....

    Time seemed to stand still briefly, despite Jenny's wildly 
beating heart.  And then Sherry's entrance broke up the tableau.

    "Hi, guys!" she said.  "Oh, I'd like you to meet my sleepover 
guest, Jenny.  C'mere, Jen, and say hello to the girls."

    And so Jenny was introduced to Sharona (an athletic-looking 
black girl with a boxer's face), Ahn (a sly Vietnamese-American), 
Rena (whose Mediterranean heritage was obvious in her dark good  
looks), Violet (the "brain"), Norah (the preppy), and Nicky (the 
"good-time girl").  They all got a long look, first at Jenny's 
hairless, inflamed pussy and then at her furiously blushing face.

    "You look sorta familiar...," Ahn began.

    "Jenny's been a bad girl," Sherry interrupted.  "Haven't you, 
sweetie?"

    "Yes, a-a bad girl...."  (She called me "sweetie"!)

    "She's a bed-wetter," Sherry went on.  "She'll be wearing a 
diaper tonight -- Lila will see to that."

    "She masturbates heavily, it appears," Violet observed, leaning 
in for a closer look.  "Probably to excess.  Diapering should help 
control that, too."

    Nicky put on a pout. "I think its just sad if you have to play 
with yourself.  There should be lots of people willing to lend a 
hand."

    Half the group laughed, while the other half was nodding in 
agreement.  

    Sherry was pleased.  Things were going well and seeming so 
natural and spontaneous, it was as though they hadn't rehearsed 
them upstairs.  "Okay," she said.  "My folks aren't back yet, 
Lila's busy upstairs, and the boys -- Dumb and Dumber -- are 
probably beating off somewhere.  The only question now is: Who 
brought the weed?"

    To herself, she observed, "This summer school crap is gonna be 
a lot better than I originally thought...."        
     
		******************************


Part 2

    "Okay, guys, here's the program," Sherry said, leaning back 
against her bed with a joint in one hand and a beer in the other.  
"We have two or three hours to just chill, and then, after lunch, 
Daddy'll take us out to the camp...and come get us again sometime 
Monday afternoon.  So...what do you want to do in the meantime?"

    Violet spoke up.  "Truth or Dare's always fun."

    "Good idea.  Everybody agree?" Sherry said.

    "Um...I...um...I've never played that," Jenny said, timidly.  
"And...um...could I have some clothes...please?"

    "You'll get clothes later.  There's no hurry.  As for the game, 
it's simple.  We draw cards to see who Asks and who Answers.  High 
card asks; the low card answers.  There's no tie because, if the 
numbers are the same, the suit rules: a spade beats a heart, which 
beats a diamond, which beats a club.  The one who answers chooses 
either to tell the Truth or take a Dare.  If you choose Truth, you 
must tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth.  If anybody 
challenges your answer, you have to prove that you've told the 
truth.  If you can't, everybody gets to vote on whether you were 
truthful or not.  If the majority votes that you lied (or even 
withheld some part of the truth), every other player can ask you 
something.  Get it?"

    Jenny nodded, uncertainly.

    "Great.  I've got some cards here."  She took a deck from her 
desk and began to shuffle it.  "Okay.  I'll deal.  Vi, 8 of hearts 
(hmm)...Ahn, 10 of diamonds (okay)...Sharona, king of diamonds 
(wow!)...Rena, queen of spades (close!)...Nicky, 5 of clubs 
(uh-oh!)...Norah, 7 of spades (okay)...and Jenny...3 of hearts!  
Bad luck, girl."  Outwardly sympathetic, Sherry was smirking 
inwardly.  ("Luck had nothing to do with it," she gloated to 
herself.)  "Okay, Sharona asks, and Jenny answers."

    Sharona looked thoughtful...or contemptuous...or angry.  (With 
her, it was hard to tell.)  "Okay...," she said.  "Truth or Dare?"  

    Jenny was frightened of Sharona, scared to think what awful 
thing the black girl might make her do as a dare, so she murmured, 
"Truth."

    Sharona shrugged.  "Yer new, girl, so I'll jes' give you a 
easy one.  How many times a day you masserbate -- play wichersef?"

    Jenny was surprised and so thoroughly flustered that she lied 
instinctively.  "Gaak!  Oh, um, no...I-I don't...not at all." 
    
    Violet chortled.  "Well, THAT is certainly not the truth.  Just 
remember what she was doing when we arrived...."  There was a 
chorus of agreement.

    Jenny looked devastated.  "But I...."

    "Shush!  Don't make it worse," Sherry advised.  "Just pay your 
penalty."  (To herself, she added, "Priceless!")  Aloud, she said, 
"And don't even THINK of refusing a question or a dare."

    Rena said, "So, Truth or Dare?"

    "T-t-truth...."

    "You've got hands, mouth, cunt, and asshole.  Which of them has 
a man cum in?  The whole truth, now."

    "Oh, god!  My hand and...m-my m-m-mouth...."

    "Truth or Dare?" Nicky asked.

    "Please....  Oh, Truth...."

    "When you give a guy a blow job, do you swallow his cum...all of 
it?"

    "I-I haven't...um...s-sucked anybody for...a couple of 
years...."

    "That's nonresponsive," Violet observed.

    "It sure is," Sherry said.  "Jenny, answer the question that 
Nicky asked, and then she gets to ask you another."

    "Yes...I s-swallowed...swallowed all their cum.  They always 
told me I had to.  It...it was rude to spit it out...."

    Nicky thought a moment, then asked, "Ever lick a cunt?"

    "Oh god, NO!  NEVER!"

    They all nodded.

    "My turn," Norah said.  "Truth or Dare, Jenny?"

    Jenny was afraid of any more Truth...and clean-cut Norah seemed 
rather conservative....  "Dare," she said.

    Norah grinned.  "Show us how you masturbate."

    Jenny cringed, but, after glancing at Sherry, she reached for 
her cunt and began, tentatively, to diddle herself.

    After a few uneventful minutes, Sherry sighed, "B-orrr-ing!"  
She hopped up and fetched a couple of gadgets from a dresser 
drawer.  "Vibrators," she said, plugging them into a wall socket 
and handing them to Jenny.  "The little white one is mainly a 
teaser.  Turn it on and put that knob on the area between your 
cunt and your asshole.  The big pink and beige wand is a heavy 
duty job; push the switch and put the head right on your cunt 
-- high enough to get your clit, too -- and it'll knock your 
socks off...if you were wearing any."   

    
    Jenny worked away diligently.  She trembled and sweated, but 
seemingly couldn't cum.

    Ahn pulled both plugs, and Jenny looked at her with bleary eyes.

    "I'll take Truth, okay?  You often have trouble cumming?"  
 
    Jenny nodded.  "Yes, sometimes...often, I guess....  They say 
it's dirty, but it feels so nice."

    Sherry said, "Okay, I'll take Dare.  You need lessons...and an 
attitude adjustment.  You come with me back downstairs, brat.  We 
gotta find 'Dumb and Dumber.'  Oh, and bring the vibrators."

    "But-but...I...." 

    Sherry took Jenny by the ear.  "Stop blubbering.  This is for 
your own good."  Sherry half-led, half-dragged her from the room.    

    Violet shrugged.  "I'll save my turn until later.  There's no 
expiration date on it."

    After a pause, half-way down the stairs, during which Sherry 
told Jenny what she had to say -- and emphasized her words with 
several sharp slaps to Jenny's already red fanny -- they went on 
to find Lila's nephews back in the family room, immersed in an 
XXX-rated video, "Black Meat/White Girls' Treat, #11."  They 
leered at Jenny.

    Jenny, meanwhile, was sending out mixed signals.  She was 
blushing furiously, her cunt was wet and inflamed, her nipples 
stiff, and her facial expression a combination of humiliation 
and lust.  

    Sherry cleared her throat.  "Let me introduce you guys.  Jenny, 
this is Dontay Brown and his younger half-brother, Nosmo King.  Now 
don't be shy, girl, tell 'em what you want.  And be polite."

    ("Omigod!" Jenny thought.  "But I guess I HAVE to do it.)  She 
licked her dry lips.

    "I...I-need-your-help-please-masturbate-me-and-make-me-cum.  
Make me c-cum...th-three times....  And (oh, god!) I'll give you 
each...a-a n-nice...blow job...."  Only the fact that she was 
perhaps hornier than she'd ever been kept her from collapsing 
from shame.      

    Dontay (who was the "brains" of the pair) looked both ecstatic 
and perplexed.  "T'ree times?  'Zat t'ree times...each?"

    "Sure, a total of six orgasms for hot little Jenny," Sherry 
answered immediately.  "Show her how to do it right.  But just 
PLAY with her and make her cum -- she needs that.  NO FUCKING, 
understand?  At least not now.  Okay?"  Knowing that they were 
just smart enough to grab for the carrot she'd dangled, Sherry 
left Jenny alone with her two drooling tutors.

		******************************

    Upstairs again, Sherry asked Ahn, "Did you finish altering the 
uniform?"

    "Yep," she answered and fetched a dark green blouse and skirt 
from her backpack.  "Scratchy wool, as ordered.  The blouse should 
just be loose enough for her boobies to wobble as she moves; it'll 
be hell on her nipples.  It's a winter uniform, so she'll sweat.  
And the skirt looks to be barely long enough to hide her crotch IF 
she stands still.  Otherwise...with enough movement -- or any wind 
at all -- she'll be flashing her bald cunt and red ass."

    "Great!" Sherry chortled.  "And her cunt'll be as red as (or 
redder than) her ass before long.  She can't go barefoot at camp, 
so I'll let her have an old pair of flip-flops that Daddy used to 
wear.  Unlike the dress, they'll be several sizes too big and 
make her seem smaller overall.  And they'll also be real awkward 
to walk in.  Jenny'll be just another gawky, teenaged nympho....  
AND a bed-wetter, so she'll have to be diapered at night."  She 
showed them a pink and white vinyl diaper bag.  "Dear Jenny'll 
have to take this with her to camp." 

    "So when you gonna tell her we all know who she is?"

    "At the right time, never fear."  She looked at Sharona.  "You 
bring the itching powder?"

    "Oh, yeahhh!  Got it inna pepper shaker.  Real handy that way.  
'Nother beer?"

		******************************

    At length, Sherry's parents arrived and word came down that 
lunch would be served in half an hour.

    Sherry rose, stretched, said, "Guess I should go get Jenny," 
and drifted from the room.

    She found Dontay, Nosmo, and Jenny lying as if dead on the 
family room floor.  The whole room stank of sex.  After spraying 
deodorizer around liberally, she hurried off to retrieve the pink 
sundress, then returned to rouse Dumb and Dumber with her toe, 
and Jenny more gently.

    "How you doing, girl?" she asked.  "Enjoy cumming half a dozen 
times and then sucking two black cocks?"

    Jenny licked her lips and nodded sheepishly.  "Oh, god!  When 
one held me down and the other used the little vibrator on me...I 
needed to cum SO bad.  At first I thought I'd never do it...and 
then I thought I'd never STOP...."

    "We teached her t' suck nigger cock pretty good," Dontay 
interjected.  "An' she liked it, too -- she did me twice."

    "An' licked my balls," Nosmo added.  "Her own idea.  Sweet."  
He caressed Jenny's quivering ass.  "You looove lickin' sweaty 
black balls, doncha, ho?"

    Jenny murmured, "Yes, sir...."  (And, oddly enough, she did.)

    Helping the enervated and uncoordinated girl into the sundress, 
Sherry giggled.  "Well, I'll try to see that she gets some more of 
that...soon," she said.

    "Ah thinks she gon' like it up the ass, too," Dontay groggily 
volunteered. 

		******************************

    There were just nine for lunch: Mr. Blair and the eight girls.  
Dontay and Nosmo were asleep, Lila ate in the kitchen, and Mrs. 
Blair was upstairs with an apparent migraine.  Jenny was seated 
next to Mr. Blair, whose sexual activity with his wife had, over 
the years, declined from "infrequent" to "virtually non-existent."  
Then again, she was 5'9" and upwards of 170 pounds these days -- 
definitely not the body type he preferred.  It was perhaps a 
coincidence, but he seemed particularly interested in Jenny's 
well-being.

    "You're surely going to wear something more...ah...substantial 
while you're at camp, aren't you, my dear?" he said, stroking his 
quasi-professorial little moustache and ogling Jenny's slender body 
through the flimsy dress she wore.  "I mean, that dress IS (ahem) 
attractive, but...."

    "Oh, yes, Daddy," Sherry said.  "We've got another outfit.  
It's more...um...substantial."

		******************************    

    After lunch, Sherry took Jenny off to get her into her Girl 
Scout uniform.  When the group gathered at the Blairs' SUV, Mr. 
Blair was pleasantly surprised by Jenny's appearance.  When he 
ushered Jenny into the front seat, Sherry took it upon herself 
to drive.  (Privately, she was afraid that he wouldn't keep his 
eyes on the road nor his hands on the wheel.)

   Despite the car's AC, Jenny continued to perspire in her 
uniform, and her body odor (a heady mixture of sweat, cum, and 
the come-hither scent of hot cunt) filled Blair's receptive 
nostrils....
 
		******************************

   Barely an hour later, they were pulling into the aspen-lined 
access road to posh Camp Windermere.  In a few minutes, the 
girls were scurrying up the hill from the parking area to the 
administration building and Blair was enjoying a last look (for 
a while) at Jenny's flashing pink buttocks.  He adjusted himself, 
made a mental note to encourage Sherry to invite Jenny over more 
often, and drove off, whistling.   

		******************************

    The eight girls trooped in to see the camp's head, Miss Harriet 
Welbourne, a tall, starchy-looking woman in her late 40s.  Though 
almost painfully diplomatic, Miss Welbourne most definitely was 
looking upon Jenny with a combination of astonishment, disapproval, 
distaste, and...something else that not even the three most 
perceptive of the girls girls (Sherry, Violet, and Ahn) could 
quite identify.

    They lined up, pigeon-toed and not exactly at ease, as Miss 
Welbourne, stern and determined, cleared her throat.

    "Um...Miss Blair?  While Camp Windermere does pride itself on 
drawing its girls from social strata in which individuality -- even 
eccentricity -- are not stifled, still, your friend...Jenny...seems 
to be...um...rather more 'unconventional' than even our tolerance 
is able to embrace.  Moreover, at present, we are limiting camp to 
rather older girls than she appears to be.  And, finally, we're 
unexpectedly short one cabin counselor, so...."

    "Oh, none of that should be a problem, ma'am.  Jenny may look 
and act like an immature adolescent, but I assure you she's past 
her 18th birthday.  And I can handle her....  As a matter of fact, 
I think I could do a good job of keeping our group in line, if you'd 
appoint me an acting counselor and assign us a cabin somewhat away 
from the others.  Besides being a bit 'slow,' I'm afraid Jenny does 
have some...well...exhibitionist tendencies...."

    "So I've noticed," Miss Welbourne said, drily, but with an 
arched eyebrow that Sherry found intriguing.

    Sherry nodded and smiled.  "Yes, ma'am.  She also has to be 
diapered at night because she wets the bed, and, I'm afraid, she 
is also a...."  She lowered her voice, "compulsive masturbator."  
She shook her head and sighed.  "All of which I'm authorized to 
punish as I see fit....  Perhaps you could...um...advise me on 
that, should the need arise.  Perhaps even...supervise?"

    "Hmmm...well...yes, I suppose that would be proper...'sh-should 
the need arise.'" 

		****************************** 
 
    The next 48 hours passed in a whirl for Jenny...a circus of 
humiliations and orgasms (often both at once).  

    She was forced to dash naked to and from the shower house.  
("Dash," that is, as fast as the over-sized flip-flops would 
allow.)  Of course, she was dripping wet coming back. 

    She had no swim suit, so she was lent one from the camp lost 
and found.  It was actually just the bottom half of a two-piece 
suit.  ("Ah, quitcher whinin'," Sharona said, sneering at Jenny's 
flat chest.  "You really ain't gots nuttin' to be modest 'bout.")  
The bottoms, which were many sizes too small, showed a camel toe 
in front and an extreme wedgie in back.  The rest of the campers 
thought the sight of Jenny waddling around the shallow end of the 
pool (to which she was restricted) was hilarious.

    More than half the pottery class was in stitches (and most of 
rest was scandalized) when, with everybody else turning out ash 
trays, toothbrush caddies, candle holders, or coffee mugs...Jenny 
made a dildo.

    She had to sleep in a diaper (which was always wet in the 
morning).  She had to stand in the middle of the cabin and 
masturbate (in different ways, but always excessively) morning, 
noon, and evening.  During the day, her crotch was liberally 
dusted with itching powder, and she quickly developed the habit 
of unconsciously rubbing her thighs together.  She was often 
spanked.  And, more often than not, in the background was the 
silent figure of Miss Welbourne.

    Jenny liked Violet (who was so smart), Ahn (so exotic), and 
Norah (so well-groomed).  She respected Nicky (who knew more 
about sex than any of the others).  She was relatively indifferent 
toward Rena, but feared Sharona, and absolutely adored Sherry.  
    
    She was afraid of Miss Welbourne, too, but, paradoxically, was 
also comforted by her presence.  She didn't think about that much, 
however, for she was too busy reveling in the sex and humiliation.  
Despite some of the more negative aspects of her situation, she 
did very much enjoy all the attention.

    Sunday passed very much as Saturday had...until "Lights Out."  
In the pale glow of a quarter moon, Jenny was shuffled around the 
cabin, from bunk to bunk, and tasted at length the juicy cunts of 
her cabin-mates, all eight of them...no, seven...no, she must have 
miscounted....  (Let's see....  Violet and Ahn and Sherry and 
Sharona were easy to identify, for different reasons; a moment's 
thought and Rena, Norah, and Nicky were accounted for....  And 
then there was still one more...tall and lean, not so juicy as 
the others, but smelling faintly of lavender -- which Jenny always 
associated with older females....)  

    "OH...MY...GOD!" Jenny screamed silently.  Her tongue stopped 
working momentarily -- and then re-doubled its efforts and did not 
pause until it had driven the eighth female, bucking and writhing 
and sweating and moaning to the most volcanic orgasm of her 
life...and even beyond....  
 
		******************************
    
    Late Monday afternoon, Mr. Blair picked up the girls.  Miss 
Welbourne (looking slightly haggard) made a point of saying 
goodbye and inviting them all to come back before summer camp 
was over.  She and Sherry exchanged knowing looks.

    Blair dropped off Sharona, Nicky, Ahn, Violet, Rena, and 
finally Norah at their respective homes along the way.  Jenny 
was going to stay for dinner.

    After lasagna and raspberry iced tea, Jenny, again wearing 
the pink sundress, was given a few minutes to "say goodnight" 
to Dontay and Nosmo out on the dark rear patio, and then Sherry 
took her home.

    As they neared Jenny's house, she let out a sigh of relief.  
"I was so afraid the girls would recognize me as their teacher, 
sooner or later....  This sure was some masquerade!"  

    Sherry pulled over and parked.  She turned to Jenny with an 
exasperated snort and said, "Don't be a retard.  They all knew 
from the get-go.  But they won't rat you out -- IF you keep 'em 
happy.  She produced a disposable diaper and insisted on putting 
it on Jenny.  She even wrote "Jenny" across the tape and diaper 
in several places.  "That's to make sure if you cheat, we'll be 
able to tell.  You gotta leave that diaper on 'til you get to 
class tomorrow.  We'll take it off then, and I'll diaper you again 
when we say goodbye."

    "But-but-but...Sh-Miss Blair...."

    "Hush!  You can either do whatever I tell you...OR I'll give 
you a sound spanking -- on your front porch steps -- and THEN 
you'll do what I tell you.  Your choice."

    "I-I'll do what-whatever you tell me...."

    "Very wise.  Here's your house key.  The rest of your stuff 
is is the trunk, but I don't feel like getting it out right now.   
Wear a light summer dress tomorrow -- and be naked under it.  
Bring the sundress; we'll go somewhere after class.  You can 
get out here.  It's only a couple more blocks to your house.  
See you tomorrow."

    Jenny got out of the car without a word.  As she waddled, 
rustling, down the sidewalk, she was thinking about the future, 
and her mind was in a turmoil....

    But her cunt was already dripping into her diaper.      

  
