****** Mean Patty by G-boy ******
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Mean Patty

Patty was mean. There was no other way to describe the surly thirteen-year-old
student of Sacred Ascension High School for Girls. One could say that she was
soon to be a beauty; her five foot, five inch frame with its 115 pounds of baby
fat would soon slim and stretch her into a long legged woman. Her long brown
hair would attain a sheen and thickness that men (and women) would long to feel
between their fingers. The puffy fat on her chest would firm and form luscious
breasts that would captivate attention. Her large deep brown eyes would gaze
into her victim's eyes, and a spell would be cast. But, today, Patty was just
plain mean.

SAHS was a school for the privileged daughters of the neighboring towns.
Nestled in twenty acres of farmland, the school cost a pretty penny, but had a
reputation for turning out the finest ladies of the environs social circles.
One graduate, after marrying a Texas oil millionaire, bequeathed the sum of
four years tuition, to be used to allow a young lady of lesser means to have
the same opportunity that SAHS had given herself. Patty was the lucky recipient
of this well-intentioned benefactor, culled out of a long list of applicants.
Her grades were good, her attendance records nearly flawless, and her father
had died when she was eight years old. The administration decided upon her. If
Patty could have met the woman that made her transfer to SAHS possible, she
would have clawed the bitch's eyes out.

She didn't fit in at SAHS. The other girls had money; she and her mother barely
made it from month to month. The other girls had nice clothes; she and her
mother bought her clothing at Good Will. Whereas most of the girls ate hot
lunches at the cafeteria, she brought bologna sandwiches Monday through
Thursday, Friday it was tuna fish. On her thirteenth birthday, her mother
slipped in a candy bar and a cupcake. She didn't belong at this school and she
knew it. Feeling the differences between her and the other students, rather
than trying harder to make friends, she turned mean.

As she was slightly larger than most of the girls in her class, Patty bullied
and intimidated them. Most of the girls cowered before her. Only when the
others were in their 'cliques' did they feel safe around her. But they still
did not say anything to her; she might catch them alone and exact retribution.

This was the setting for Gym Class. As usual, she quickly dressed out in her
faded tee shirt, old shorts, and dirty, old tennis shoes. The other girls had
nice shirts or leotard tops and spandex shorts, and expensive tennis shoes.
Margaret, one of the more popular ninth graders, and her best friend, Ann, were
in the far corner, getting dressed. Margaret slipped out of her plaid skirt to
reveal a bright red pair of panties. Ann squealed when she saw the lovely
panties.

"Oh, Mags! Are those real silk?" she exclaimed, and reached out to touch the
shiny material.

"Yeah, me and my mom got them when we went to Dallas last weekend," Margaret
said.

"Hey, you two lezzies want to be alone?" Patty asked loudly. Margaret and Ann
looked embarrassed as some of the other girls giggled at Patty's comment. The
locker room fell silent as everyone finished dressing out and exited the room.

It was volleyball day in the Gym, and Patty loved this game. She was especially
cruel when returning serves, and her aim was pretty good. For the most part,
all the other side could do was feebly try to either return her vicious swats,
or avoid being hit by Patty's missiles. In the last ten minutes of the game,
Margaret did not manage to escape a particularly hard swat. The ball hit her
squarely on the right eye, and she went to the floor. The game was ended, as
Sister Theresa and Ann helped a sobbing Margaret to the nurse's office. Even
Patty felt somewhat ashamed of her violent outbursts at that point.

The next day was a new adventure in torture for Patty. She was used to not
having friends, but when she entered a classroom, all of the girls fell silent.
At lunch time, when she sat down at a table, all of the girls quietly got up
and sat somewhere else. Gym class was filled with a shattering silence; the
only sounds were that of the basketball and twenty pairs of feet running up and
down the court. The other girls were doing a very good job of making sure that
Patty didn't get the ball at any time. Margaret was there, sporting a nasty
looking black eye. Patty tried to apologize to her, but instead found herself
talking to the backs of Margaret, Ann, Megan, Tiffany, Lisa, and Amy, the
popular ninth grade clique.

Margaret was cute. Her long brown hair framed a small face with brown eyes, a
pert nose, and small teeth readily displayed in a dimpled smile. The thirteen-
year-old was slender, and only stood about 4'9". Her friend, Ann, was almost a
mirror image, with short brown curls and broad smile. Megan and Tiffany were
identical twins, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and slender frames that stood
five feet tall. Their hips had begun to flare out, and their training bras were
soon to be replaced with real ones. Lisa was a lovely oriental girl, with black
hair that reached almost to the backs of her knees. Her slim face and almond
eyes were almost catlike in appearance. At 4'4", she would have been the
smallest of the group, if not for Amy. It was rumored that the small red head
had a midget for a father, but it was just rumored as no one knew for sure. At
three and one half feet tall, it was more than likely, however. Even though she
was in the ninth grade, Amy still looked as adorable as a first grader, in her
starched white cotton blouse and her plaid skirts, bright red curls held
together by plaid ribbons.

Their backs formed a wall against Patty, and she felt as if that wall was
insurmountable. She slowly walked away from them.

The next day, Wednesday, was a repeat of Tuesday. By Thursday, Patty was
defeated. She could no longer pretend that the Silent Treatment did not affect
her. After lunch, she stood woodenly at her locker, and contemplated running
away from the school, at least until Monday, when a light touch on her arm
startled her. She had been so deep in morose thought that she had not heard the
girls come up behind her. She had not heard Ann exclaim, "If you invite her,
I'm not coming!" Nor had she heard Margaret's reply of "Fine, what ever."

She whirled around, ready to do battle. Margaret flashed an uncertain smile at
her. In spite of herself, Patty had to smile back, shyly.

"Um, Patty, um, we're all getting together at my house tomorrow night, um, you
know, for a sleep-over. You want to come?" Margaret asked.

Her shy smile faded. She was immediately suspicious.

"You're joking, right?" she snapped.

But Margaret and the other girls shook their heads no. Margaret wrote down her
address, telephone number, and directions on how to get to her house. Patty
said she would have to check with her mom, and Margaret said she hoped Patty
could make it.

Of course, Patty's mother was excited. She'd longed for her daughter to get
some friends, especially some rich friends. And Margaret Brown's parents were
some of the richest ones there were at Sacred Ascension. Friday, after school,
Patty and her mother packed carefully, making sure that none of the clothing
had rips or spots on them. They drove, in their battered old Dodge, through the
rich section of town. They arrived at the address that Margaret had scribbled
down, and Patty's mother whistled.

The house was a large, three story Victorian style home, with the tall columns
and pale white stones. Even in this section of town, it still screamed money.
Before Patty could even open the door, Margaret opened the large double doors,
and came skipping down the manicured path. Patty cringed to have anyone see the
old, battered car her mother owned, but Margaret paid it no mind.

"Hi, Mrs. Turner. I'm Mags Brown," Margaret introduced herself. "Thanks for
letting Patty come stay over."

After a few instructions, and a few promises to behave, Patty and Margaret went
into the large house. Margaret confided in Patty that her mom and dad were in
New Orleans for the whole weekend, so they had the entire house to themselves.
Once inside, Mags led her into the living room, a large room with two sofas and
three easy chairs. Ann, Megan and Tiffany, Lisa and Amy were already inside,
chattering and laughing. To Patty's astonishment, each girl greeted her as if
she'd been there before, and had been their friend for a long time. Mags showed
Patty where to stash her overnight bag, and Patty stood uncertainly, until Lisa
got up and walked to the television cabinet, near Patty.

"Hey, Mags! Where you got the good movies?" Lisa called out.

Patty looked over Lisa's shoulders at the tapes. Most of the movies looked good
to her; she'd never seen most of the titles as she and her mother only got the
standard networks on their small color television.

"God, Lisa! Can't you even wait ten minutes?" Ann and Mags screamed. "We want
to go swimming!"

Patty looked stricken. No one had said anything about swimming, so she didn't
pack her suit. Not that it still fit from last year anyway. The other girls,
however, squealed in excitement and raced toward the sliding glass doors. Amy,
the little midget, looked back at Patty and waved her arm.

"Come on!" she squeaked. "Come swimming!"

"I, um, forgot my bathing suit," Patty lied.

"So what? I didn't bring one neither," the little girl shrugged.

"Then, what you going to swim in?" Patty asked.

"My undies," the little girl giggled.

Patty looked through the glass doors. Mags and Ann seemed to be the only ones
in bikini bathing suits. The other girls had simply stripped down to their
panties, and were jumping into the large outdoor pool. A large wooden fence
surrounded the back yard, and ensured a good measure of privacy for the girls.
Amy grabbed Patty's hand and pulled her toward the doors.

"Come on, Patty!" Then the little girl stopped and looked at Patty.

"You do know how to swim, don't you?" the little red head asked in a whisper.

Patty nodded her head and began to unbutton her blouse. They joined the other
girls in horseplay.

Patty couldn't help but notice the budding beauties around her. Mags and Ann
were both developing nice bumps on their chests. Megan and Tiffany had large
breasts, topped with light pink nipples. Lisa was also beginning to develop,
but her bumps were capped with almost chocolate nipples, large in comparison to
the rest of her body. Patty's own breasts were large, fleshy grapefruits,
tipped with red nipples. Amy was flat-chested, with little pink nipples. She
gingerly touched one of Patty's breasts and sighed.

"Damn, I wish I had ta-tas like yours," she said.

"God, Amy, you'd fall over if you did," Lisa laughed. So did the other girls.

After twenty or thirty minutes of splashing around, the girls got out. Mags
handed out big fluffy towels for them to dry off with. Patty couldn't help but
luxuriate in the feeling of the plush towel. She also couldn't help but stare
as the others dropped their wet clothing to the ground. Mags and Ann had light
patches of brown fuzz, but their lips were clearly visible through the hairs.
Ann's clitoris stuck out, and swelled slightly as the cool night air hit it.
Megan and Tiffany had a good amount of blonde curls, but their plump, light
pink slits peeked out from behind the curls. Lisa, as well as Amy, was
completely hairless. Amy's little vulva was fat and almost swollen looking,
whereas Lisa's was a little flatter against her belly. Patty's own vagina was
covered by thick brown curls. She felt a curious dampness in those curls,
looking at the naked bodies of the other girls.

They all ran into the living room and quickly put on their night clothes. Mags
and Ann each slipped into matching shirt and shorts, Megan and Tiffany slipped
into long tee shirts, as did Patty. Amy put on a pajama top and a pair of clean
dry panties. Lisa made a big show out of putting on a slinky black baby doll
outfit.

"Wow, Lisa, where'd you get that?" Patty heard herself ask.

"I don't know. My mom got it for me," Lisa shrugged. "Now can we watch the good
movies?"

Mags reached under the easy chair that she and Ann were sharing and produced
two tapes. Lisa snatched them from her and shoved one into the tape machine.
She sat on the floor in front of Megan and Tiffany, who were on the long couch.
Patty sat in the corner of the couch nearest the television, and Amy plopped
down next to her. Someone turned off the lights, which left the room dimly
lighted by the glow of the large screen television.

The screen was blue, then faded to black. "Threesomes, Foursomes, and More
Somes" flashed on the screen. Patty was puzzled. She'd never heard of this
movie.

The first scene opened, and without prelude, two men were busily thrusting into
a busty blonde woman. One man was thrusting his large cock in and out of her
moaning mouth, while the other one plumbed the depths of her pussy. They
switched positions, until both men were busily double fucking her open mouth,
and exploded their thick white semen, in unison onto her face. The next scene
started with two women kissing and fondling each other. They were soon joined
by two men, who quickly undressed and began to fuck the kissing girls. The
scenario ended with the women performing 69 on each other, while the two studs
fucked each of them.

Patty felt her pussy almost dripping by this time. The other girls seemed to be
riveted by the show on the television. She jumped slightly when she felt hot
breath whoosh across her breast. She looked down and saw Amy's little face a
mere few inches away from her hardened nipple. The little girl looked up into
Patty's eyes, and smiled shyly. Even though Amy was sitting with her legs
folded under her, her head only came up as high as Patty's breasts. Patty
looked back at the screen. The busty blonde was now servicing three men, each
man occupying a hole. Patty groaned inwardly. She ached to rub herself to an
orgasm, but dared not to do it in front of the others. She looked around the
room. Again, she felt hot breath on her breasts, and looked at Amy. The little
girl seemed to be engrossed in the movie. She leaned closer to Amy.

"Hey, you know where the bathroom is?" she whispered.

Amy tore her gaze from the television, and nodded her head yes.

"Yeah, come on, I'll show you," she whispered, her hot breath tickling in
Patty's ear. The little girl dragged Patty to a room down a hallway. She turned
on a light and closed the door. Patty was dismayed; she wanted privacy, but Amy
stood and waited for Patty to use the toilet.

"Come on, I got to pee to," she squealed.

Having no choice, Patty squatted and peed, with the little girl looking at her
intently. When she finished, the little girl dropped her panties and jumped up
on the toilet. As small as she was, she had to spread her legs wide to straddle
the seat. Patty got a good look at the girl's pink interior as she noisily
peed.

"My daddy's got this video, of women peeing, and men peeing on them, isn't that
gross?" Amy giggled. "I snuck it out of the house, maybe we'll get to watch it
tonight."

"Really? People peeing on each other? That is gross!" Patty exclaimed.

Amy flushed the toilet, and they returned to the living room. The video now
showed a room full of men and women writhing in various acts of sec, and the
video ended with all of the men forming a circle around five women and
masturbating to orgasms onto the bodies of the women.

"Hey, Amy, you got that gross video?" Lisa called out.

Amy scrambled to her bag and produced the video. Lisa shoved it in and hit
play.

The first scene was of a woman, fully dressed. She was outside. She looked
around nervously, then leaned against a tree. She lowered her panties and
urinated onto the ground. The camera zoomed in to show the thick stream of piss
as it rushed out of her very hairy pussy.

The next scene showed a nude man and woman, kissing deeply. The man pulled out
of the kiss and stood up. He held his limp penis in his hand, and directed a
stream of piss onto the woman's breasts and belly. She opened her mouth and he
directed the stream into her mouth. Almost collectively, all of the girls
groaned in disgust.

The next scene showed two women in what appeared to be a restaurant. One women
grabbed her purse and stood up. The other one did likewise, and they walked off
camera. The next frame showed them standing in front of a door, with a large
'Out of Order' sign on it.

"Mother fucker, I got to piss, bad!" the first woman exclaimed. The other woman
looked around, then looked at her friend.

"Don't worry, I got a toilet right here for you, lover," she said, then lay
down on the floor. The first woman raised her skirt to reveal that she wasn't
wearing panties. She squatted and unleashed a torrent into the laying woman's
mouth. When, at last, the stream was finished, the laying woman licked her
friend's pussy clean. They got up and kissed, then walked off.

"Stop the tape, Lisa, this is too gross," Mags ordered. Lisa reluctantly
stopped the tape and ejected it. She handed it back to Amy, and stuck another
tape in.

"See, I told you it was gross," Amy breathed into Patty's ear.

Patty shivered as the little girl's breath whispered over her. The screen
flashed the title 'Girls Party' and Patty had a queasy excited feeling that she
knew what that meant. Sure enough, the first scene showed two women in a shower
together, applying soap to one another lovingly.

"This is Lisa's favorite video," Mags called out. The girls laughed.

"You shut up," Lisa yelled.

Patty shivered again. She felt Amy's breath crease across her breast again, and
her nipples throbbed and ached against the rough material of her tee shirt, and
she was sure that she'd leave a wet spot where she sat. The breath came again,
almost insistently. Patty looked down at Amy, who flashed her an impish smile.
Patty looked around the room nervously. Ann and Mags were sitting in the large
easy chair, Ann's head resting on Mags' shoulder. Megan and Tiffany had a large
throw rug over their laps and their hands were not visible. Lisa, likewise, had
a throw rug over her, and her hands were not visible. The television showed a
third woman in the large shower stall. The first two women were slathering soap
and kisses upon the body of the third woman. She spread her legs, and one of
the woman dropped to her knees and began to eat her pussy in earnest.

"Oh," Amy groaned.

Patty looked at her again, and the little girl leaned forward. She lightly
pressed her lips to Patty's. Patty jerked away and looked around the room
again. Megan, or was it Tiffany? had joined Lisa on the floor. Their hands were
hidden by the large throw rug. Ann now had her hand on Mags' breast. Tiffany's,
or was it Megan's? throw rug had slipped down, and Patty could see her
thrusting a hand up under her sleep shirt. She felt Amy's small hand on her
breast, and then Amy's tiny mouth against hers. She returned the kiss this
time. Amy opened her mouth and licked against Patty's teeth, and then their
tongues began to touch, softly and tenderly.

"Hey, you two lezzies want to be alone?" Patty heard Margaret's voice whisper
in her ear.

She jumped, just as she felt a pair of handcuffs snap around her wrists. The
lights flicked on, and she blinked against the brightness, as six pairs of
hands grabbed her and lifted her off of the couch. She came to rest on the
coffee table, where her legs were quickly secured by two nylon cords. Her arms
were pulled up over her head and back down, almost to the breaking point, and
secured to the other end of the table. She felt something shoved roughly into
her mouth. Amy quickly tied another cord around her waist, and cinched it
tightly, but not before pushing the tee shirt up above her head. Mags leaned
over and smiled maliciously.

"I didn't appreciate the black eye you gave me in Gym, you big cow," she
snarled. "And all the other stuff you done to us. So, we're going to pay you
back for all of that."

"Yeah!" the other girls chorused.

Patty struggled against her binds. She tried to push the object out of her
mouth with her tongue, but found it was too large to move.

"That's my red panties," Mags informed her. "I know you like them."

Ann started to run out of the room.

"Don't do anything 'til I get back," she called out. "I got to pee!"

"Wait, Ann!" Lisa called out.

Ann stopped in her tracks.

"We got a toilet, right here!" Lisa yelled.

The other girls gasped and giggled at this idea. Patty shook her head
frantically. Ann slowly returned to the living room and looked at Patty. The
captive girl pleaded with her eyes. Mags smiled her small toothed smile and
pulled the panties out of Patty's mouth. Immediately, Patty began to scream for
help. She yelped in pain when she felt a vicious slap on her breast. Ann looked
uncertain.

"Come on, Ann," Mags challenged. "Don't be a chicken shit!"

Ann dropped her shorts to the floor and straddled Patty's head. Patty clamped
her mouth shut. She felt another vicious slap to her breast.

"Open your mouth, cow!" she heard Mags shriek. She shook her head violently.

"I can't hold it much longer," Ann complained.

"I'll get her to open her mouth," Patty heard Amy squeak.

She felt hot breath whistle across her tender breast, the one that had received
Mags' slaps. Involuntarily, her nipple hardened. Then she felt a set of sharp,
small teeth clamp down on her hard nipple. She opened her mouth to scream.

"Go, Ann, go!" Mags yelled.

The girl's first shot was a trickle, and it landed on Patty's cheek. The second
spurt was a direct hit, splashing into Patty's mouth. Patty sputtered. The
teeth did not leave her aching nipple, but she felt a tiny tongue tickle
against it, as well as the searing pain. Ann's bladder completely relaxed, and
Patty received a steady stream of piss in her mouth. The other girls applauded
as Ann finished. She then lowered her wet pussy to Patty's mouth.

"Now, lick it clean!" she ordered.

The teeth on her nipple increased their pressure, and Patty stretched out her
tongue and licked Ann's urine soaked labia. Ann lowered herself harder on her
face, but, thankfully, the pressure on her sore nipple let up. The tiny tongue
continued to lick against her sore nubbin.

"Okay, Ann, it's clean," Lisa said. "It's my turn to go to the bathroom."

"Wait," Ann panted.

She began to rub her pussy against Patty's tongue and nose, and within moments,
to the cheers and laughter of the other girls, exploded in orgasm. Patty tasted
Ann's sweet juice as it trickled into her mouth, but she dared not stop her
tongue action, lest the teeth bite down on her nipple again.

Ann dismounted, and Lisa jumped up on Patty's face. Unlike Ann, Lisa had no
hesitancy about her release. The hot urine filled Patty's mouth faster than she
could swallow, but, finally, the little oriental girl was finished. She roughly
jammed her hairless vagina against Patty's mouth.

"Clean it, you toilet!" she ordered.

Patty did so, and again tasted another girl's cum.

"Anyone else got to piss?" Mags asked.

"No, but she can clean me anyway!" Megan, or was it Tiffany? squealed in
delight.

The teeth finally released their hold on her left breast, and Patty would have
sighed in relief, but a blonde pussy was jammed against her face. She gave this
new slit the same attention, and was rewarded with another orgasm on her
tongue. Her own pussy was quite wet again, and if the cord around her waist had
not restrained her, she would have bucked her hips frantically.

Another blonde pussy crashed against her mouth and nose, and then a brown
haired one. Amy's was the last to squat onto her face, and she almost lovingly
licked and sucked on the small opening on her face. The little girl squealed
and shrieked in pleasure as a tiny orgasm racked through her. The red panties
were shoved back into her mouth, and the girls huddled together.

"What do we do now?" someone asked.

They obviously had not thought of what to do, beyond tying her up and slapping
her a little. They murmured amongst themselves for a few moments, then Mags had
an idea.

"Let's shave her head!" she laughed.

The other girls vetoed that idea. They didn't want to get in trouble at school,
and shaving a fellow student's head would cause an inquiry, and possible
suspension.

"We can shave her pussy!" Amy suggested.

This idea was immediately accepted, and Mags ran to find a razor blade. She
returned empty handed, however.

"I don't know where they are," she admitted.

"Hot wax might work," Lisa suggested.

Candles were rounded up and lighted. Patty writhed in a combination of pain and
frustration as hot wax dripped onto her already dripping pussy. The wax burned,
then cooled as it dribbled onto her sensitive vulva and labia. A few errant
drops splattered onto her throbbing clit, and she moaned in frustration. She
almost screamed aloud as hot wax dribbled its way up her heaving belly and
trickled a searing pain onto her sensitive nipples.

When her entire vaginal area was covered in a hardening shell of wax, the
candles were blown out. Patty writhed as some of the wax had dripped into, and
burned her anus. She yearned for an orgasm, to relieve the pressure that had
built up over the past hour; the videos, Amy's hot breath, then the taste of
other's pussies.

She jerked against her binds as the wax was viciously peeled away from her
tender flesh. Only some of her pubic hair actually pulled away, but it was
still quite painful. The flesh was reddened and raw from the treatment, and all
of the girls felt a little ashamed of themselves.

"Let's let her go, Mags," Amy whispered.

The other girls nodded assent. Mags, almost tearfully, approached Patty. She
removed her panties from Patty's mouth.

"If we let you up, you got to promise not to hit us," she said to Patty.

Patty nodded her head yes.

"You swear?" Ann demanded.

"I swear, I won't hit no one," Patty croaked.

The girls untied her, and Mags unlocked the handcuffs. Patty sat up and rubbed
her sore wrists. She then stood up and approached Mags, who cowered slightly.
Patty took her in a light embrace.

"Listen, I'm real sorry about hitting you in the eye," she whispered. She
lightly kissed her new friend on the cheek. Mags turned her face and kissed
Patty on the lips. She pulled away and grimaced.

"You need to go brush your teeth," she said. "You smell like pee-pee."

"Gee! I wonder why!" Patty said.

She reached for her bag, and got out her tooth brush.

"I'll show her where the bathroom is," Amy volunteered.

She dragged Patty down the hall and the two girls went into the bathroom
together. Patty brushed her teeth vigorously while Amy looked at her intently.

"Hey, Patty," Amy asked softly.

"Yeah?" Patty mumbled around the tooth brush.

"What does, um, you know, a girl's pussy taste like? I mean, I've never, you
know, um, that, but I was just wondering what it, um, tastes like," the little
girl stammered, then looked away. "I mean, I kind of liked it, you know, when I
was biting your boobs, but..."

"It tastes a lot better than piss!" Patty said. "Actually, it tastes pretty
good," she admitted. She had to admit, she'd somewhat enjoyed it.

Amy looked at her.

"Really?" she squeaked.

They returned to the living room. The lights were out again, and again, 'Girls
Party' was playing on the screen. The furniture had been pushed against the
walls, and the girls were stretched out on the floor, covered in blankets and
throw rugs. Amy and Patty found a place to lie down. Amy snuggled up against
Patty, and blew hot breath across her nipples. Patty shuddered and looked
around the room. Mags was laying on her back, and Ann was not visible. Mags
blanket, however, had a slight tell-tale lump in it. Lisa and Megan, or was it
Tiffany, were cuddled, while Tiffany, or was it Megan? curled up against Lisa's
back. The hot breath came again, and Patty pulled Amy to her, and kissed the
small girl. Amy's tiny hands pulled up on Patty's tee shirt, and Patty pulled
it up over her head. The little girl glued her lips to one of Patty's breasts,
and Patty moaned in pleasure.

A few weeks later, the 'clique' was sitting at their table in the cafeteria. A
new student, Angela, a pretty little thirteen-year-old with dark brown hair and
green eyes, roughly bumped their table, an 'accident'. She'd had a real chip on
her shoulder ever since arriving at Sacred Ascension High School for Girls, and
had targeted the 'clique' as the recipients of her anger. Patty looked at
Margaret and smiled.

"Hey, Mags, ain't it about time we had another sleep-over?"

The other girls giggled. Patty almost blushed as she felt a tiny hand come to
rest on her thigh, and hot breath blew across her breasts.

THE END

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