The Board Meeting

by Dorsey

So, I'm sitting here in this lovely office in the administration suite and I've become quite bored. It's been close to three hours now of listening to reports on school business, talking about grade efficiency, changes in state grading procedures etc. And more etc. There are four of us women who make up the board (and currently bored) of this private academy for girls; the director and owner is Terry; the child psychologist in charge of the medical needs of the institution is a blond named Jane; Liz is a juvenile court judge who, along with me, oversees the legal matters for the school. I'm a private lawyer and my name is Julie. The board meets about three or four times a year, usually between semesters or during holiday breaks such as now. The rest of the year we seldom see each other, being that we move in different circles and have other interests. Except for Jane, Terry, Liz and I are shades of brunette. We are all professional in demeanor and dress, all fit and in good shape, though I see that Terry has added a pound or two. Her extravagant wealth will surely soon pay for an extended stay at a health spa. Our ages are mid forties, but Jane is the youngster at thirty-two. And Jane is six feet tall, slim and has legs that go on forever. I hate her.

The academy is built on an old golf course and has over one hundred students, grades four to twelve. A very few are residents in their own dormitory, the rest live at home. The school has a good reputation for graduating students well prepared for college, and it should, given the high tuition charged to the parents. There is another dorm removed from the other buildings and it houses what are known as the transient students, a group of four to sometimes ten students of all ages who are here temporarily, usually a matter of months at most. Exceptions are made for those who stand out. Adversity plays a role in how the transient girls wind up here since they all are products of Liz's juvenile court. They mostly come from broken homes or are orphans who got into some trouble and are destined to be in a state home. It was Terry's idea, and we, the board, long ago decided it was the school's community responsibility to care for these unwanted victims of circumstances, if only for a short time. It is our belief that exposing the girls to another way of life, of learning values and righteous living, that it will help them in their maturing to a promising adulthood.

And so. The tea in the exquisite silver service that graces the center of this round mahogany table has grown cold. I've repeatedly scanned all the titles in the books that line the shelves against the walls of this lush room that is Terry's office. A large desk is nearby, the chairs are comfy and the carpet is thick and soft and absorbs most sounds. Yet the sound of Terry's voice goes on and on. I'm not the only one who is getting restless. Jane's impossibly long legs, today encased in slacks, have been crossing and uncrossing for ten minutes now, and I just saw Liz tapping her fingers on her legal pad.

"Alright , ladies, I believe that's it for this time," Terry said with a smile.

At last. And now I can feel it, a general stir about us as we stand in anticipation. This administration suite has been closed and secured for hours. The resident students are on a chaperoned leave of absence off campus. All the outer gates are locked. But we are not the only ones on the twenty acres of the academy. One I've not introduced is Connie. Terry has pressed a button on her desk, summoning her. Remember I said that a transient is sometimes permitted to stay on? Well, Connie is seventeen, has been here for two years and will graduate in two months. A door opens and there she is, a clever red haired teenager with a winning smile and bearing a tray with crystal flutes and a bottle of DP champagne. Glasses are filled and raised in salutation, the wine sipped, smiles and good wishes are passed all around. The tension in the room is almost palpable as all eyes are on Terry who insists on dawdling with her drink, taking small drafts and whispering on and on with Connie.

Then, turning to us..."Shall we enjoy ourselves?"

God, I never thought we'd get to it! A general hubbub occurs in the room as we begin to undress, some taking the time to neatly fold their garments and place them on the table while I, the impatient one, just cast my tailored suit, shoes and underwear on the nearest chair. This is what we've been waiting for, and you can almost smell it in the air, the arousal, the excitement. To feel the plush carpet beneath my feet, the air on my naked body in the presence of others is very thrilling, and, once again, seeing my colleagues nude triggers a growing tingle in my crotch, preparing for what's ahead. Oh my. Does this ever get old? Liz still has the greatest breasts, Terry still doesn't shave and is the only one of us with a true bush, and look at Jane's gazelle thighs, all of it still so tantalizing. As for me, all of me is okay, even pretty good, but my best asset I believe are my nipples that get to be the size of wine corks when I'm turned on, and, my friends, the wine is certainly flowing right now.

Connie is also nude and she opens the door to a long corridor and leads us out of the office. Ahead of me is Jane strolling arm in arm with Terry. Jane's gyrating and perfectly small round ass is entrancing, Terry's, I see, is still inviting. I follow with Liz by my side.

"I had the idea this semester break would be over before Terry ever shut up," Liz said with a laugh.

"I know. I think she does it on purpose, teasing us and seeing if we'll break."

"That's her."

I said, "I wonder what Connie's cooked up for us this time."

"The pressure's on. I still have wet dreams about that last one, and it's been enough time by now to get over it, don't you think?"

I dipped my fingers into my champagne and then tweaked one of her nips.

"As I recall, these both really got a work out." I replied.

"What can I say. They're what gets my juices flowing, you know, and they seem to get more sensitive every year."

We had reached a closed door at the end of the corridor. Connie opened it and ushered us into another large paneled and carpeted room that is used for meetings, and is where we have our after-business party. Today a long buffet table was against one wall serving as a bar, and comfortable couches and chairs were arranged facing each other in the center of the room, and off to the side was a large round table draped and covering something interesting, something quivering beneath the white sheet.

"Oh my goodness, what has Connie dreamed up for us now?" said Liz with delight.

Connie, her small breasts pushed out proudly, stepped forward and flung back the sheet.

We all 'oohed and aahed' at the spectacle.

Upon the table and on their backs, heads together at the center and butts pointing out in four directions with knees folded up to their pretty ears, were four delectable, naked girls, each prettier than the next. Two appeared to be around ten years old, maybe younger. Another was maybe twelve, and the oldest looked to be thirteen. And in each virtually hairless vulva rested a small dish of cocktail sauce, and just below the dish, peeping out from each darling anus, was the tip of a baby carrot. More carrots and celery stalks were strewn around the table in a festive manner. Connie explained that her original idea was to have the dipping sauce in each little cunt but the girls had raised such a howl when the sauces had irritated their delicate tissues that she had to settle for wedging the dishes between their nether lips.

We were quite happy with her creative efforts and congratulated her over and over. These were the girls from the transient group and who were soon to be sent on to foster homes or put up for adoption. But today they would provide us with our pleasure. Terry had already plucked the carrot from one little girl, had dipped into the sauce and was munching away on her cru dete. What a unique way to satisfy one's appetite, I thought. At least one's appetite for food. It only fans the flames of another type of appetite, one that is not sated by eating hors doeuvres but be eating something much more rich and savory. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Each of us selected a princess and helped her down from her uncomfortable throne. I picked the oldest girl as I've always been drawn to her age group. Anything younger holds little interest for me. There was much examining of the girls going on; caresses and deep kisses, stroking and fondling of their many charms and exclamations of delight. Soon we were all in each others arms and ensconced on the four couches. Connie's role was to be attendant to our needs. If we wished a drink from the bar, and Terry already had made a request, Connie played bartender. The rest of the time Connie moved from couch to couch, observing, assisting to hold a child in place if necessary, tidying up with a towel should it be needed, ever encouraging our beauties and, also, to reprimand their reluctance if that should happen. It was she that lived with the transient students, was their matron who judged whether they had talent in the Sapphic world and, upon finding those winning students, nourished and instructed them in the art of female love.

I lay my treasure on the couch and proceeded to study all her charms. Is there anything more beautiful than a young girl, a naked young girl? Her developing breasts were perfect in shape with small perfect nipples and perfect arms, and look at her legs! Long and firm, and when I nudge her thighs apart she automatically opens and spreads and there's her wonderful pussy with just a slight hint of downy hair. Such firm skin tone and yet a softness to her form, and I'm getting wetter. He mouth is that of an angel, rosy lips beneath a perky nose, and hazel eyes with the longest lashes one could hope for. As I lean in to gently kiss that marvelous mouth my breasts drag across her tummy and the sensation on my erect nipples gives me a sudden thrill.

From where I lay with my child I could easily see everyone else as the couches were only a few feet from each other, and I noticed that all the girls seemed to be a might sluggish, a little slow in their speech. Indeed, mine had not uttered one word. She smiled at me in a dreamy way, she responded to my voice, but she was definitely not all here. Of course, I thought. It's Doctor Jane's special scopolamine cocktail mixed up by her and given to Connie to distribute among her charges. The drug makes the patient lethargic and compliant, and leaves them with no memory of what occurred to them while under its influence. Sometimes there's a little nausea afterwards, but it's of no consequence. Isn't pharmaceutical science wonderful? And aren't we so fortunate to have the good doctor in our group? Say amen.

I slowly covered my darling's face with wet, gentle kisses, even her eyes and nose, relishing the feel of her skin, the bewildered look that only occasionally crossed her brow, and the smell of her recently shampooed ash blond hair, done, I'm sure, at Connie's insistence. I'll tell you right now that I'm really into smells. They can switch my circuits on faster than anything, though the sight of a preteens unclothed body can be pretty exciting.

"What's your name. beauty?"

"Anna," she said, quietly.

"Such a pretty name, Anna. We are going to have a marvelous time together, Anna. I'm going to take you to places your beautiful little body has never been before. And you are going to do me as well, things that may seem a little different, perhaps, even a little weird, but it'll be so much fun."

Her eyes blinked sleepily. I continued to use my tongue on her face, light licks and kisses that reached around her ear, inside her ear. My hand was on her firm breast that was the size of half an orange, her nipple growing into my palm. I spent the next twenty minutes or more exploring her mouth with my tongue, running it over her teeth and deep into her throat and then licking down to her tits, swirling it around the nipples before going on down over her warm torso to her sweet belly and navel. I used my tongue to push into her 'innie', in and out in a slow fucking rhythm that made her stir a little. Up to that point, my Anna had showed no arousal at all.

Maybe I wasn't doing the right things that would get her started. I, on the other hand, had started long ago. My cunt was running wet as I had my crotch pressed against one of her legs.

Glancing around at the others, I saw that they were well into their fun. Jane's long body was bent over, one long leg on the floor and the other kneeling on the couch as she straddled and humped her girl's upturned face. Liz was fingering her partner's pretty cunt, whispering endearments into her ear and then closely watching her face, gauging the girl's pleasure. And on another couch Terry knelt with her ass in the air and her lovely princess knelt behind her and opened Terry's cheeks to reveal the dark hairy gash and anal furrow, in this case not necessarily a vision of beauty to a young child. But what's this? The girl seems reluctant, indeed, she's pulling away. Connie is soon there to assist, pushing the girls head toward Terry's beckoning asshole but without success. Terry, having had two strong cocktails after the champagne, is in no mood for this. I've seen her in the past easily get angry after some drinking, so this does not bode well for the resisting youngster. Now that I think about it, there has been a rumor around about Terry's offbeat proclivities when it comes to, what some would say, outrageous sexual leanings. I've never witnessed anything along those lines from her, and, truth be told, all modes of pleasure are allowed as long as there's no long lasting injuries. In girls as young as our princesses it's no wonder there will be some reluctance. But, there's no room for disobeying our wishes no matter how repulsive they may seem. Connie forces the girl's face into Terry's ass but it doesn't work. The girl still resists, is weeping. Connie slaps her. More weeping. Terry springs up from the couch and together, she and Connie march the girl through a side door, slamming it behind them. Liz glances at me and shrugs as she is now being eaten by her little friend. With the disturbance over we return to our fun. The sounds in the room are delightful; the deep sighs from Liz, the slurping of tongues, the wet squishing of fingers in Jane's gaping cunt, and my heavy breathing as I continue to try and get some response from my drowsy Anna. Damn, but I think she got too much of a dose of Doctor Jane's medicine. I've not yet gone near her genitals. Oh, maybe a little. I used the palm of my hand to press against her mons, a gentle circular rub to awaken her sex. To no avail. See, I want her to get going so I can smell her! I've had a couple of good cums already, but my nose needs to give me the big one. Anna showed some interest when she briefly licked my pussy and asshole, and her fingering was enough to give me those little quakes I mentioned, but still not the BIG ONE. I haven't touched her cunt, her ass, nothing. I'm insistent that she react to my other attentions to her body, because, once a woman's cunt and ass are kissed, their natural smells will soon dissipate, disappear, vanish. And god knows I need them.

I kneel on the couch between her splayed legs. I drool some spit on her thighs and begin long slow licks nearly up to her lips. After some minutes I study her cookie. It's still a shut-tight clam. What am I doing wrong? Then I see it...yes, there! Her outer lips have engorged a little, a little more plump and a slight change in color, and look there! Now her inner lips are peeling back as well, enough to reveal pink. I'm ecstatic. I lower my face to her sex and inhale. Oh god, there it is! The smell of the girl's awakening pussy is wafting up to me. Her squirming hips makes me follow with my nose and I'm still taking in the odors when I roll her legs up to gaze at the dark star of her anus nestled in the coffee stained indentation. I lean down. A different scent. While her cunt emits the fragrance of her running juices, along with a hint of piss, her asshole has a richer, nastier, muskier odor, and it's not from any fecal matter. It's just what it is. I let her legs down and gaze again on her now fully opened butterfly, seeing the accumulation of juice in her little hole. It's a young girl's juice, not thin egg-white like an older woman's come but thicker in consistency, like half and half, maybe even heavy cream.

I'm intoxicated. I breath in the odors and my cunt lets fluid escape down my thigh. Now is the time. My open mouth settles down and easily engulfs her entire sex. My tongue enters and tastes heaven.

"Oh mommy," Anna mutters.

Did I hear right?

But it's not the time to pursue that. I continue to gently pump my darling's pussy, swallowing her cream that seems to go on and on and is sending me to the promised land. I find her stiffening clit and swirl my tongue around it, then sweep deep into her cunt, then back to the clit. My tongue finds its way to her anus where it pushes in as I strum her clit with my fingers. She's bucking her hips and gasping words I can't understand. Back to her cream filled pussy and I feel the sweet burn coming in my loins, feel it rising, feel her hips thrusting into my mouth as she also...but...THERE! OH YES! Yes, YES! It goes on and on.

Then, I'm in a daze. Oh my god, how wonderful, how incredible a come was that! My entire body shakes as little after-shocks still run through me. I need several moments to recover.

My scream must have pushed someone else over the edge as I hear another shriek in the room. It's Liz who's been fisted to orgasm by her pupil. Jane has her beauty on top of her and is playing with the child's ass as they kiss deep and long.

Just then, Connie and Terry return, but alone.

"Where's your little friend?" I ask with some concern.

" She needed to shower, then she puked," Terry said, flopping down onto her couch. "It must've been something...."

She didn't finish her thought, and I didn't ask. Then she said to Connie, "You should have done a better job of getting her prepared. Just for that, you'll have to stand in for her. You know what to do."

With that, Terry knelt on the couch once again, got comfortably into place and presented her ass raised high as the delectable Connie good naturedly took her place behind. Soon she had sealed her mouth between Terry's plump buttocks and, with eyes closed in contentment, proceeded to suckle. Terry, of course, wore her own blissful and satisfied smile. She looked over at me and nodded as we acknowledged our good fortune.

Part of that luck for me was that Anna's cunt and ass still reeked. Probably because she's young, I reasoned. I know that the smell of an adult woman's pussy will wane once the pussy has been sucked. Maybe not go away entirely, but it's not like it is when she hasn't been tasted. Okay, I'll just have to do more research. There were more cries of joy and ecstacy in the room, and the air had a heavy, not disagreeable, fustic odor. I went on to spend more luscious minutes wallowing in Anna's juicy folds, smelling her sweat and cream and licking and fucking her with my tongue and fingers in each hole, tasting and drinking in the spicy aromas. I was soon sopping wet all over my chest and face. I lay on her and fucked her with my breast, moving my large nipple to flick at her clit and plunging the breast as far I could into her pussy, sloshing it around in all that cream until I felt her body stiffen and her legs tighten around me as her orgasm overtook her. Her face wore a slight grimace and her lower lip trembled, then she uttered a deep sigh and slowly began to recover. I gave her small kisses on her tummy, murmuring my love for her, telling her what a good, good girl she is.

Is there ever enough? Sadly, we had to wrap it up. Our student beauties were soon escorted from the room, not to be seen by us again. All were still woozy but not the worse for wear. We women, on the other hand, moved somewhat slower. We each made a pick-me-up drink from the bar before returning to Terry's office where there was some chatting, some exchange of what thrills we had reached. After more kisses and hugs, some fondling and brief fingering, we four women checked a calendar on Terry's desk and settled on the date of our next meeting, Dressing only took a moment or two before we all parted. As I drove home, I wondered what would become of my darling Anna. I hope she'll be okay and make something of herself. And I hope she had as much pleasure as I had from loving her, from using her. And then I regretted that there is such a long time before the next board meeting and another child and another party.