There was an odd brightness in her dark eyes when she asked. But I saw no reason to deny it, since I clearly hadn't been singled out for the sexual abuse I'd taken. It must've been very common.
“Yeah, they made me do it to them,” I admitted. “And they did it to me, too, down in the storeroom.”
Both of my new roommates shared a quick glance, affirming what they'd clearly already known. It was obvious to me that the thought of what I'd been through was exciting to them both. Sexually exciting.
Being a young oversexed girl myself, it was understandable to me, though annoying in a way because it'd been equal parts terror mixed with the intense sexual relief those three older bullies had given me. Repeatedly given me.
When Velda started fucking me with her aunt's strap-on vibrating cock, I came so many times I'd actually lost count.
“Even the other 8th-graders are afraid of them,” Maryanne continued. “And, because of her aunt, Velda has the keys to everyone's room, so they could show up at any time in the middle of the night. To do whatever, if you know what I mean.”
That caused me to give her a look.
“Like what, whatever?” I wanted to know, though I'd pretty well guessed the nature of their nighttime visits. Their raids, I mean.
“You know,” the tiny blonde on the edge of Maryanne's bed gave me a little-girl shrug. “We have to lick their cunts, until we make them come. Just like what you had to do.”
My God, I found it hard to believe.
There was clearly no escape from bullying here, not even in sleep. Obviously, there was a lot of sexual craziness going on at Miss Hellview's Private School for Girls, with big blonde 14-year-old Velda the undisputed leader of the pack.
“Does Miss Hellview know any of this?” I asked. “About her niece? Has anyone ever told on them?”
Both young girls looked to each other, then shrugged at the same time. “We don't know,” Pamela said. “They always say they'll hurt us if we tell, so I don't think anyone ever has.”
“Huh.”
“So…” Maryanne started, ”…what exactly did they do to you?”
“Yeah!” the younger Pamela laughed. “Details, tell us the dirty details.”
And she leaned back on her elbows, on Maryanne's bed, her blue eyes gleaming, her small hand almost too-casually dropping to her bare crotch. She gave herself a little squeeze and, a second later, had her fingers inside of herself, two of them in particular massaging her slippery little-girl clit.
“It's terrible, we know,” she said. “But we want to hear about it.”
I gave the tiny blonde 8-year-old a look of pure surprise.
“Are you masturbating?” I asked her. “Like, right out in the open?”
Maryanne, still standing next to me, shrugged with a quick smile. “If you're going to be our roommate, you might as well get used to it,” she advised me. “There's no secrets in here.”
“I'll say,” Pamela added. “And we're both always sexually excited.”
She gave Maryanne a quick glance, then turned her attention back to me with another girlish little shrug. Her small fingers were moving faster between her legs, her skinny little chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly with her breathing.
It was obvious she wanted me to clearly see what she was doing.
Like her older roommate (and sex-mate), Pamela's tiny pink nipples were also just little dots-but even from where I stood I could tell they were both pointy and hard with arousal.
“We licked each other's cunts waiting to meet you,” she said. “Maryanne and I. And, whether you decide to go to sleep right away or to join us in the fun, we're going to do it some more. As soon as we turn out the lights.”
I just looked to them both.
“Huh.”
“Why'd you get sent here?” Maryanne asked, sleepily. “What bad-girl thing did you do?”
I just shrugged.
It was almost 2:00 am and I'd gone through the most energetic series of sexual gyrations with my two new roommates I'd ever imagined. The three of us performed a combination of 69 's and two-on-one pussy and asshole licking that left me gasping for breath.
I swear, I had even more multiple orgasms with 11-year-old Maryanne and 8-year-old Pamela than I'd had with the much older Velda and her two cunt-loving girlfriends earlier that evening.
Especially little Pamela, whose experienced mouth set me on fire, her moist pink tongue eagerly finding its way repeatedly into both my throbbing cunt and up my butthole.
Maryanne, meanwhile, licked me in front when my new younger roommate licked me in back, then licked me in back when Pamela licked me in front. I'd never been licked in both holes at the same time, and it drove me wild.
And both of the little preteen girls were fascinated with my new boobs, squeezing them and kissing them and sucking my stiff nipples every chance they got. My little titties were their newest toys.
But the most fun for me was licking 8-year-old Pamela's cunt.
When she spread her skinny legs for me, the sweet pink slit between her thighs opened wetly, the fragile lips of her young cunt parting in invitation. She was already breathing hard, her narrow chest heaving, and when I fastened my mouth to the tiny glistening jewel of her clit she tensed up all over.
And then she started squirming like a tiny wildcat, especially when I added a finger up her tightly puckered asshole, her slick anus gripping it instantly as I probed deeply into her rectum.
I just could not get enough of that little 3rd-grader's pussy, again and again pressing my face into its slippery fresh wetness as I avidly licked and sucked her pulsing clit. And the entire time, whenever I was up on my knees eating the younger girl out, sweet skinny 11-year-old Maryanne used her mouth on me from behind, licking and sucking my own pussy and asshole just as eagerly.
Between orgasms, we all three made out, too, play-humping each other and eagerly practicing French kissing, sucking at each other's tongues and lips and tasting our own cunts (and even our assholes!) in that indirect way.
It was great fun.
But then after about 10 orgasms each, we were as sleepy as little girls are supposed to be at that time of night. Yet both of them kept at me, regarding my so-called 'bad girl' status.
“Yeah, tell us,” Pamela urged. “We're here because we're supposed to be bad girls, too.”
Finally, I sighed.
“First, tell me about the handyman, Jackson, who lives over the garage,” I started. “Ingrid let slip that he fucks all three of them on the roll-away bed.”
Suddenly, both Maryanne and Pamela sat up.
“He does?” Pamela asked. “We didn't know that.”
“Nobody does,” Maryanne confirmed. “Wow. He's a real creepy guy. I don't think Miss Hellview would like hearing that. Not at all.”
“Jackson handles the two big guard dogs, too,” the young girl added. “They're like super-vicious and he lets them loose on the grounds at midnight, every night, for security.”
Huh.
Good to know if I ever wanted to run away. I'd have to make sure I was gone before midnight or get eaten alive by monster dogs.
“Now tell us why you're here,” Maryanne was back to that. “You must be a bad girl, just like the rest of us.”
Finally, I relented. Sort of.
“I had a boyfriend my mom hated,” I said, which was as close to the truth as I was willing to get. We were each finally in our own beds, falling asleep from absolute exhaustion. “She caught us fucking in our basement, so here I am. My dad went along with it, sending me here. So I'm mad at both of them.”
Not really.
In fact, I was already missing my father's attention, both his parental and his sexual attention, so much so that I knew I'd be crying myself to sleep, exhausted from a non-stop night of girl-on-girl sex or not.
I desperately needed to get back home.