Helping Young Women With Their Education
I went to an expensive private art school in New York, I roomed with a girl from Connecticut. We got along fine, went out together, became good friends. She was introduced to a woman who was known to give girls scholarships. She had lunch with her, and met her a her office. She was invited to a party, she asked permission to bring me along.
The party was at a nice home on Long Island, there were only women there, including two maids who were our age. We walked around meeting the ladies and then the woman took us to a room in the back of the house and asked us to wear maid uniforms like the two girls we met. Short skirts, no panties. After we were dressed she brought us out to join the other two girls serving. It only took a moment to notice that their little butts were visible as they walked, their bush when they stood in front of a lady sitting in a chair or on the sofa. The same applied to us.
When this woman reached under my skirt to gently touch my pussy I had to control myself from jumping back. She asked me if I wanted a little kiss and she leaned forward and gently kissed my pussy. The ladies were patting bottoms. Whispering into our ears, offers of love, of money, offers to be a big sister. The lady that kissed my pussy asked to get to know me better, to give her a flash of my tits, which she pinched and then sucked my nipple, her hand in my crotch. Across the room a lady had opened her blouse and she wanted my roommate to suck on her breast, her hand holding my roommate's bottom.
We were invited to sit back to back on a large table, leaning backwards holding ourselves up with our hands while each lady opened one girl's legs and started to eat her. The ladies laughed, claiming they had picked the juiciest girl, wiping her chin as she went back down for more. With some fanfare each girl was led off to a room for a deep personal introduction.
We got our scholarships, we dressed for the occasion for a variety of parties, the open orgies became easier, we knew the ladies, we knew the other girls. Whether it was a pool party or a dress up party, it was common for the ladies to take our panties, much like capture the flag.
Now that I am set, married well, I have my collection of panties, I live in Chicago and my young woman is registered at NW, she is from a nice home in Kentucky, she is juicy, I love her pussy, she has very nice tits and enjoys being loved. Her tuition and books, room and board are taken care of. My husband stopped asking me why I scholarship girls. It's my way, paying back in the only way I know how.
