Madison has a lesson for her

When you got up the next morning, the girls were buzzing around with their usual morning routine. Emma was having breakfast and chatting with Madison. Lily was being eaten out by Abby, who was holding a little vibrator against her pussy at the same time.

Isabella was sitting off to the side, looking sad, and watching the proceedings.

You decided to extend an olive branch. "Isabella, I hope you're trying to learn the lessons of this house."

She looked at you with confusion. You continued, "we're trying to teach you empathy. You have lacked that in the past, but I think if you can learn it here, it would be good for you."

Her confused look persisted, and so did you. "You have spent some time with us now. Are you enjoying watching us?"

She was silent. Maybe she nodded just the tiniest amount.

"So, what would you like?"

She paused, and quietly answered, "I want to cum."

You sighed. "That's exactly the problem, Isabella. You're still thinking about yourself, not others. I think it's going to be a long time before you get to cum."

She made a sad little sound as you walked away to find some breakfast.

Later in the morning, you were watching Madison bounce up and down on your cock, while the other girls were enjoying themselves around you.

Isabella was still sitting sadly off to the side, watching longingly. You watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing.

Or, at least you did until Emma swung her leg over your head and settled her pussy onto you face.

After you filled Madison and Emma climbed off, you looked back at Isabella. "You still aren't really fitting in here, are you Isabella? Do you see what's wrong?" You looked down at her still-covered hips.

The anger flashed back onto her face, "you want me to strip for you?"

"All of us get to cum all the time around here. I think you know what it takes to become part of the group."

She looked at you angrily and stood up. She slid her pants down, stood up again, and slid her panties off. She held them up for you to see, made eye contact, and dropped them theatrically.

Little silky panties like hers should have floated delicately to the ground. They didn't. They dropped much faster, because they were soaking wet.

You held eye contact with Isabella and smiled. She knew. You knew. She knew you knew.

You wandered off to find Abby. Her tits were calling.

When you returned, a curious scene was waiting for you.

Isabella was sitting with her back against the wall, apparently pinned there by Madison. Madison was slouched on a chair that she had dragged across the room, with one leg out on either side of Isabella.

Madison was violating herself with the largest dildo in the house, and holding a vibrator against her clit. The look on Isabella's face was a mixture of disgust and intrigue.

Madison fucked herself with the toy, and got herself off as loudly as ever.

When she decided she was done, she threw the dildo on the floor. Isabella's eyes followed it, staring at the discarded toy.

Madison announced, "I got it pretty wet. It would probably slide right into your cunt. Oh, but you're not allowed to use it, are you?" She left the dildo on the floor, taunting Isabella, and walked out of the room past you.

You followed her, "I take it you have a history with Isabella too?"

She sighed. "I have always done a lot of sports. I was always the tomboy. Hips aren't exactly my thing, you know?"

You opened your mouth to tell her how hot she was, but she waved you to silence. Of all the girls, she didn't need to be told.

She continued, "she used to ask me when I was going to go through puberty. Either that or she said I should have to take a DNA test before being on the girl's team."

"Wow."