My parents were professional white-collar people. Daddy worked long hours for something called a hedge fund. Mommy worked in the museum doing something that required her to travel, sometimes to other countries. I was pretty much raised by different strangers who took money to insure I was alive while they spent time on phones and laptops. When I graduated 6the grade, I overheard my parents talking about boarding school being about the same price as continuing to deal with the hired help. Add to that, their freedom to entertain at home without a kid around.

Now I'm at Woodbridge in the Hills. This is a boarding school for girls. They only take 16 girls per class. They have 7th thru 9th grade here. They have a different school for boys and still another for mixed boys and girls, 10th thru 12th.

On my first day here, the 16 in my class followed an adult and two, ninth graders around to each of the facilities for classes, gymnasium, the pool, the track, cafeteria, the obstacle course, boating facility, and finally, our dorms. We had all four rooms with a laundry in our building. Each room had four beds. There was a study room with tables and chairs similar to most libraries. We were introduced to the house rules for self-governing. We needed to create a caper chart for weekly chores: Bathroom and shower cleaning as well as the study room. These were open and common. The school staff would inspect daily, replace supplies as needed and serve as arbitrators (whatever that is) when people couldn't get along.

At the end of the day, the adult left us with the two 9th graders who gave us some basic advice about getting along with each other, upper classmates, and the staff. They emphasized getting along with upper classmates, especially them, as the most important thing we could do.

We settled into our rooms. Sally, one of my roommates said her older sister knew someone who went here a few years ago. She said, she expected to learn more things about living a good life than things in books; she added, we have to do well in studies so our parents will keep us here. She thought we would all agree, this was the best kept secret in education ever.

Sure enough, the first class we attended, gym at 6:00 A M, Monday was hardly anything like I'd experienced. We were issued tan gym shorts of stretchy material like bikini bottoms and no tops. After stretching exercises, we had to balance on a round padded rail with legs hanging off each side. We had to sit one behind the other. There were four of these, so each set of roommates got on different ones. We were instructed to act as one by putting your hands around the person in front of you, just under their arms. This caused the fingers to touch the tits of the person in front of you. The person in the front position was to reach back and rest her hands on the thighs of the person behind her. Our room had no problem getting on and grabbing each other. The others weren't so lucky. One girl was protesting the touching. She was asked if she wanted to drop out of school. That ended the protest and set the stage for future objections.

Our instructor said, "Life requires balance, problem solving, overcoming selfishness and learning to accept help as well as giving help as needed for a group, team, family, or individual success." Today, one room will dominate the others. This is just the first chance to win a point. Stay on your beam as a group or fail as a group. With that, the beams began to vibrate. Some giggled; some squealed. We held. I was in the back. I was ready when the front of our beam raised up cause I had noticed the two legs supporting it were like the merry go round horses at the fair.

I said, "Get ready for it to go down and the back to come up." That happened. I said, "Slide together, and wrap arms around each other." They did it. The vibrating started pulsing on and off. Each "on" sent a tingle thru me. I liked it. The bucking got a bit faster and we heard two teams fall off. I said, "Don't look around. Look ahead and keep each other on. Let's lower hands like this." I moved my hands down to the hips of the girl in front of me with my arms crossing her. My chest was tight to her back. Our front girl moved her hands to just behind the knees of the girl behind her and pulled toward the beam. We were locked on and ready for the fast bucking. Then it happened. We heard the other team fall off. I yelled, "Give us a chance for a school record." They changed the pulsing to something new and slowed the bucking. That was a pleasant surprise. The bucking continued to slow to an easy up and down while the pulsing kept changing to newer and better things. The girl in front of me, who had real tits, the biggest of the whole class, went first. She let out a gasp loud enough for the instructor to applaud. The rest of us felt it too and quickly wet our shorts. The bucking stopped. The vibrating slowed to a steady hum. Then it stopped. We were told to dismount. I got off first and one by one until our front rider got off.

The instructor had us lean back against our beam and display our wet shorts for the others. One girl thought we had peed. She was quickly laughed into tears. We became the ones to beat. One of the girls from another room came over to Olivia, turned sideways to her, allowing her hand to slide over that wet spot. She lifted her hand to her mouth, sucked it, cut her eyes to Olivia, who was smiling and said, "Later?". Olivia nodded.

We placed 2nd on the obstacle course. Mary was short and round. She could run but climbing was harder because of her weight. It took us too long to figure out we could help her climb and get over walls. For now, it's team building. We were pretty happy with our day, as we hit the showers after classes ended. We still had an hour before dinner. I was looking forward to getting back to our room to discuss our teamwork and success as well as how unique this school was. Just as we were toweling off, Bessy showed up. She walked over to Olivia and offered to "blow dry" her. Olivia told us to go ahead; she'd see us a dinner.

When we got to the room, Mary said, "Any chance you would let me "blow dry" you? While she ate me to climax in just a few minutes, Sally was fingering her. Once I got off, Mary turned her wonderful tongue to Sally. Sally was so hot, she got off immediately and 4 minutes later, again. Meanwhile, I now had two fingers in Mary who was soaking them. Mary's whole ass shook as she wet my fingers. We got dressed for dinner.

Olivia didn't sleep in her bed that night. After another day of classes and showers, Olivia and Bessy came to our room. Olivia said Bessy had a talent she thought we might enjoy. I said, "If she is equal to Mary, we are in for a real treat. Mary was nude faster than I could say eat me. Her first pussy was on Olivia. Bessy decided to finger me while she was eating Sally. Olivia was going crazy.

Olivia said, "Bessy, you've gotta let this girl have a go at you. She's incredible." She barely got the word incredible out before squirting. She grabbed Mary's head, pulled her up and kissed her wet mouth. Then she kissed more of her juice off Mary's face. Bessy saw this. She positioned herself for easy access and looked at Mary. Mary got Bessy off in just seconds by just eating her from behind, right in the ass. Mary said it was a first for her to cum that way. Olivia said, "That's my first real squirt. Did you see it jump out?"

When Bessy opened the door to go to her room, two girls were caught listening thru our door. They still had hands between their legs as they almost fell into the room when the door opened.

We invited the girls in and made them 69 for us. They claimed they'd never done anything like that. I tell you, I find it hard to believe. They went after each other like dogs in heat.

The next day, every teacher we had seemed to be casting knowing glances at several of us. Nothing was said. No accidental contact was made. In my mind, they knew. Every one of them knew. I studied the room and thought I might have discovered the camera. I told the others we needed to find where the control room was. It took weeks. We got 6 girls rotating from other rooms into ours's after classes on Friday. I slipped away at one point to see who was watching. I was surprised to find, all 5 faculty women and both grounds keepers. They were all naked, fucking and sucking while watching us in my room.

I reported back to the girls. After that, classes continued but gym was moved to the end of the day for our class. There were no low windows in the gym. My class, the faculty and the groundskeepers had gym together until each of us learned to take those dicks down our throats and up our asses to the hilt. Two of the girls took them into pussies but the guys couldn't pull out in time to keep from cumming in them. That made it too dangerous. They tried using rubbers, but the girls were so tight and the dicks so hard, the rubbers just got sucked off by those little, hot, tight pussies.

Our class set new standards for togetherness over the next three years. By the 10th grade, I wanted Mary to be my roommate for life. She couldn't get enough of me, especially my bottom half.