The party was so boring. These bonfire hangouts always were. I sat on the musty couch of the Jackson cabin, a beer in one hand, watching people hang out, make out, and pass out. Such a drag. I was a little drunk myself, but clear enough to drive home. I told my friends I was going back home and made to get up, when a girl stopped me at the door. I knew her vaguely from school, but, being a senior, I dont pay much attention to younger kids.

Matty feels the cold tiles of the wall as Mikey presses his weight onto her with every rough thrust. Her skirt has slid completely up around her waist. Her pink blouse lays open, revealing her heaving chest, tits bouncing in coordination with Mikeys rhythm. Matty only can only hope that no one enters the girls bathroom as she is obediently pinned to the back wall, practically naked under Mikeys mass. Her skirt, very short, would not hide the purple marks from the orange plastic, and the red from Mikeys self-made paddle and his course hand. Matty was very thankful this morning to find all of her injuries gone.

Annas father had never forgiven her for being a girl. He had wanted another son for insurance, in case, God forbid, her brother Vladimir should die. That was the way of things in the country; a son was worth his weight in gold, while a daughter was a burden, to be married off at the lowest price for the best result as soon as possible. Anna was twelve, so she was still too young to be pawned off on anyone. Her mother loved her, but her father ruled the house, and so Anna did the dirty jobs.

Fear drove her, but also desire; she knew if she was quick, she and Noor could spend more time in each others company, and if she was good then her father and brother would let her have free time. She obediently suffered their advances, and when they had spent themselves in her she escaped to the last field, where Noor would pet her hair and sing songs Anna had never heard before, strange haunting songs that made her smile through her tears. As both girls grew more and more in love with each other, they explored each others bodies, each fascinated with the

And so Anna grew into a beautiful young woman, her skin bright from the sun, her hair long and chestnut, with just a slight curl. She even lived better; now that her father and brother had other uses for her, she no longer had to do as many chores, and she was given fine new clothes to wear, dresses with lace, even underthings made of linen rather than wool. But in exchange, she had to suffer the constant humiliations the two men in her life brought upon her.

We had gotten together for private lessons twice more since our first meeting. I must admit, I was enjoying life for the first time since my divorce two years earlier. In spite of our age difference, she seemed to enjoy my company, not just my body. And I was certainly enjoying her as well. I assumed that our trysts would remain discreet. Boy, was I wrong! One day, after class, another student, Sara Enders, asked if I could help her with a problem.

The winter was hard, both because of the weather and because it kept Anna inside, where her father could easily find her. She simply shut her mind off after a while, sitting and sewing or knitting, waiting for the inevitable imposition. Her father, furious that she didnt seem to be any more reactive than a corpse, at first tried humiliating her, forcing her to roll in the snow naked until she shivered with cold, taking her to the barn and making her roll around in the dung, whatever unpleasant thing he could think of. He even tried surprising Anna at odd times, but soon enough, when none of this gave any response, he began spending more and more time out of the house.

We like to call it applying pressure instead of outright blackmail or coercion. Anyway a few weeks into the new school year my wife and I started picking out our likely subjects. We start lowering their grades and making comments about them trying harder. Eventually we suggest that they get extra help and tell them that we are available. However whenever they ask us for our help we are always busy and put them off. Finally when we are sure that they will cooperate fully we suggest a Saturday at our house to improve their grades. Those girls that we really want are then given an appointment. Mentally my wife and I did a psychological profile on each of our selected

Kimi gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had just stepped out of the shower a few minutes before, and had blow-dried her long, black hair. She was tiny and slim, barely five feet tall, on tiptoe. Her features were strongly Japanese, favoring her father rather than her Caucasian mother, with high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes. Her eyes took in her smallish, b breasts and her tiny brown nipples that were constantly betraying her by showing through her clothing. She weighed pounds, and her tummy was still as flat as when she was in high school. She had carefully shaved the hair between her legs, feeling it was somehow appropriate for this evening.

I had just turned when my dad bought this huge sailboat. He was a computer whiz who had made lots of money on a couple of inventions, sold his business to a conglomerate, got frustrated with corporate bullshit, and bailed out, cashing in his stock options in the process. He was , mom was , my sister Anastasia Stasi for short was and a brat. Dad thought a summer long cruise in the Caribbean would help us re-connect as a family.