Karen looked up and gazed with wonder at the massive cock suspended above her face. It was large, throbbing, had swollen blue veins running the length of both sides and was drooling a stream of clear liquid from heated arousal. She licked her lips and spread her legs. She was hot and ready.
"Come to me," she murmured, and held out her arms for her lover. He smiled and lowered himself onto her. The weight of his body was comforting, and it felt powerful, with a surging force that was already overwhelming.
And then, the thick head was at the lips of her moist wet pussy, pressing into her body. She was wet and oily and offered him no resistance. She moaned a little as the tube of hard flesh slid through her greasy pink membranes, but it was not a moan of protest. She was aroused, she was hot, she wanted to fuck, and already, she was coming.
CHAPTER ONE
Karen sat on the bed of her well furnished room on the third floor of her parent's palatial home. She gazed out through the expensive lace curtains that covered the windows and with a heavy, bored sigh saw her parents' limousine pull out gates that kept the house concealed from the outside world. She knew her parents wouldn't be home for a few hours, which meant she was all alone in the big, empty house. It was times like this that she wished she had brothers or sisters to keep her company. Watching the long, black limo disappear through the gates she flopped back onto the bed and silently cursed her parents for being what they were. Rich snobs who didn't understand or really care about her. She had always believed that she had been a "Mistake", that they had never really planned to have her, but did. She felt that her parents never had enough time for her, always rushing off to one social function or another, playing hosts to business and political "bigshots", and always telling her to stay out of the way. When she watched their limo pull away she often wished that they wouldn't come back. That she could have this great big house all to herself. Then she'd have some fun. Then she'd really enjoy life.
As she lay on the bed she closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to be the sole mistress of this huge estate. She would have wild parties where everyone would enjoy themselves and do whatever it was that made them happiest. She imagined herself greeting her guests at the door, all big, well built studs that she would get to know intimately whether they already had girlfriends or not. She would have her pick of well-hung passionate men that appreciated her for her beauty and poise, and not just her money. And there was plenty about her to appreciate, and she knew it.
Although she was still young, her body had developed into that of almost a full-grown woman. Her legs were long and muscular, her ass was small and tight, and her breasts were just the right size to make her figure almost perfect. She knew she had the kind of body that men lusted after because she had already been fucked and she saw the effect it had on her lovers. She hadn't had many, only two, but that was because of her parents. They never let her out so that she could run around with boys the way she thought other girls did. And she resented them for it. The only two times she had been fucked had been right in the house by the chauffeur and a delivery boy and her parents had found out about both times. As a result, they had fired the chauffeur and also had the delivery boy fired from his job. Neither time had been much good for her because they had been so hurried, but she knew that sex was something she wanted very much and very often, only she could never figure out how to get a steady boyfriend because of her strict parents.
That's what her favorite fantasy was, greeting a houseful of big, beautiful studs, all of whom she could have at the slightest whim. And as she continued her fantasy of playing hostess she imagined one type of man in particular who had come to the party alone. He was tall with wide shoulders and beautiful blonde hair that framed his tanned face. And as he came through the front door and kissed her hand as a greeting his eyes met hers and she knew that she would go to bed with him before all the others. She imagined locking arms with him and walking through the house, becoming the envy of the other women and girls who were there. She could sense from their lustful stares that they would like this beautiful hunk of man for themselves and she gloated over the fact that he was hers.
Almost unknowingly, as she continued with her fantasy, Karen's hands began to unbutton her blouse. With her eyes still closed she began to squeeze her breasts which were harnessed by her tight fitting bra, which her mother insisted she wear.
She arched her back and unclasped the garment which set free her two mounds and then she took her young nipples between her thumb and forefingers and as she continued with her dream, she twirled the darkened knobs, increasing her physical pleasure. But of course she was imagining her mysterious fantasy lover playing with them instead of her.
She imagined that they had both come upstairs, leaving the rest of the guests to have a good time for themselves. He had wasted no time in telling her of his desire for her and she had immediately and willingly come upstairs with him. She had never undressed a man before, but now she imagined him standing before her, waiting for her to have her pleasure.
She threw her arms around his strong, suntanned back and kissed him wetly on the mouth, their tongues meeting and sucking with a loud slurping noise. She took his jacket off and began unbuttoning his shirt without taking her mouth away from his. His chest was muscular and hairy and as she ran her hands over it she could feel her young, tender pussy begin to seep a sticky liquid.
Still kissing him in her dream, she unfastened his belt and unzipped his zipper, letting his pants fall to the floor. He then told her to kneel down in front of him and take off his underwear which was bulging in the front from his large, hard cock. And as she slid his briefs down his legs, his massive organ stood erect right in front of her face, only inches from her mouth.
"Suck it," he told her, "give it a good sucking."
With her eyes still closed, caught in the time frame of her dream, Karen let go of her hardened nipples and let her hands slide down her belly to the clasp of her skirt. She unfastened it quickly and in seconds slid her hand under the waistband of her thin panties. When her fingers found her hairy patch of pubic hair, she felt a warmth in her pussy that she craved. As her fingers began to delicately rub her clitoris that warmth began to grow into a heat that made her involuntarily spread her legs and moan little moans of pleasure.
As her fingers began to rub her clit in a steady, rhythmic motion she imagined herself taking her blonde lover's big cock into her mouth and licking it. First the bulging, purple head, and then the long, meaty shaft which filled her whole mouth and distorted her beautiful face. She imagined him holding onto her hair and guiding her eager mouth up and down on his cock, he arching his back and legs to shove it as far into her mouth as he could. And the more she sucked and slurped the faster he pumped his tool into her face until with rapid strokes he was fucking her face as though it were her eager cunt.
And now, in unison with her fantasy, she was shoving her finger into her pussy with each imaginary stroke of the cock she imagined fucking her.
She could feel the warm wetness of her come covering her finger and she hungered for more of this wonderful sensation. Masturbating was about the only form of sexual release she had and she had developed a technique that usually satisfied her, but this fantasy she was having was driving her to a frenzy that she hadn't experienced before.
Her cunt was beginning to burn like it never had before and she wanted to satisfy her craving. She then slid two fingers into her hot hole and sawed them back and forth, creating a sucking noise that coincided with her fantasy of sucking her lover's cock. But still this was not enough, and a third finger was thrust into that wet crack.
And as she crammed her hole full she imagined that it was now her blonde lover who was supporting himself over her on his strong arms and ramming his thick cock into her.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me!"
She was moaning now. "Fuck me good and hard!! ! "
Now, without i even thinking, she raised her legs straight in the air so that her skirt bunched up around her waist and rolled off her panties so there was no interference with her now sopping wet crack. And in an instant, without opening her eyes, she reached for her hairbrush that was on the night table beside the bed. It had a long, thick handle that she placed at the entrance of her hole and slowly slid in until it was buried up to the bristles.
"Yes, yes," she moaned to her blonde lover, "stick it all the way up me!"
She imagined him complying and began to again stroke the handle in and out of her cunt in unison with the imagined strokes of his cock. The heat that this caused in her cunt was now beginning to build to a climax, and from previous experience she knew that she would soon explode with a gush of sticky cum..
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she moaned aloud.
She was getting hotter and hotter.
She was nearing an orgasm, one unlike she had ever had before. She rammed the brush handle in now with considerable force and the bristles at the very base were rubbing against her sensitive cunt lips and clitoris as she banged away with it. But it was still her blonde lover's cock that she felt, and she could even imagine his body on top of hers.
She saw his beautiful face looking down into hers, sweat dripping down onto her cheeks, she came with a great intensity that caused her cunt to pour out of her cunt and she felt her muscles go tense.
With each new thrust of the brush handle, more juice poured from her cunt lips and soon there was a dark stain on the bed.
With one long, loud yelp, she finished climaxing and her lover's face disappeared into a haze of ecstatic imagery.
For many moments afterward, Karen lay quite still on the bed, the brush handle still buried deep in her cunt with her cunt still slowly dripping down the tight cheeks of her ass. This had been the best time she had ever masturbated, but she still felt frustrated because she knew it must be much better with a real man on top of her, fucking her.
She thought back to the time she had been with the chauffeur and the delivery boy, and neither one of them had had the time or the experience to make her feel the way she knew she wanted to feel. This brush handle with the face of her beautiful lover hovering over her had been her best sexual experience so far in her young life. She felt as though she never wanted to move again, that she just wanted to lie there with the brush implanted between her cunt lips forever.
It was the telephone ringing on the night table that brought her back to reality. Although she told herself she would not answer it the first few times it rang she slowly moved to it and picked up the receiver.
"Hello," she said dreamily into the mouthpiece.
The voice that answered was a familiar one.
"Hi Karen, it's me, Linda."
"Hi Linda," said Karen, her voice still sounding far away.
"Are you tired or something?" Linda asked, "did I wake you up?"
"No," said Karen, still feeling the brush handle buried deep inside her, "I was just lying down."
"Well is it okay if I come over? I've got something really good I want to share with you."
"What is it?" Karen asked rubbing her still swollen clit with her finger.
"You'll see when I get there," Linda said and hung up the phone.
Karen was only still half-aware and she flopped back down on the bed.
The brush handle jiggled the inside walls of her cunt.
When Linda rang the doorbell Karen was still upstairs in her bedroom. She yelled for Linda to come up and she sat waiting for her on the edge of the cum stained bed. She had rearranged her clothing and had put the hairbrush back on the night table after washing off the handle.
Linda entered the room with a bounce in her step and smiling a big smile as she sat on the edge of the bed next to Karen.
"Geez, what have you been doing?" Linda asked, noticing a slightly glazed look in her friend's eyes.
"Nothing," said Karen innocently, "I think I'm just a little tired."
"Well, I've got just the thing to perk you up," said Linda taking out a package from her purse and unfolding it to reveal a joint of high grade marijuana.
"I got it from a good friend of mine," she explained without being asked, "and he said it's the best stuff around."
Karen had smoked pot several times before and she especially felt like getting stoned now. She was relaxed and in the mood to be even more relaxed.
"Your parents won't be home for awhile will they?" Linda asked, striking a match and lighting the thin cigarette. . "No, it's okay," Karen told her as she smelled the pungent odor of the smoke come from Linda's mouth. "They've gone on one of their usual social outings."
"Good," said Linda, "because this stuff will knock you out for a good long time. As Karen took the joint from her friend and inhaled deeply she could taste the weed all the way down her throat. She knew it was good just from the way it tasted and she closed her eyes exhaling. She waited to begin feeling the effects."
"Don't Bogart that joint my friend," Linda said teasingly as she took it back from Karen and took another toke herself.
In only minutes the joint was gone. But it was good enough that they both caught one fuck of a buzz from it. It was just what Karen wanted to feel and as she kept her eyes closed she felt the glow all over her body.
"What did I tell you?" asked Linda beaming a smile at her, "it's the best around."
"It sure is good," Karen heard herself agreeing as she laid back on the bed with her arms lazily thrown over her head.
"The only trouble with real good pot," said Linda, "is that it gets me horny. It makes me want to fuck like crazy."
As soon as Linda said this, Karen's mind flashed back to her fantasy on only a short while before and she immediately felt another warm glow begin in her pussy and creep into her belly.
"It makes me horny too," she heard herself saying almost in a voice she didn't recognize as her own.
"I sure wish we had some boys here," Linda continued, "my pussy's getting all hot and bothered."
Linda had been with boys many more times than Karen had, mostly because Linda had much more freedom from her parents and it was the one thing that Karen envied about her.
"I wish we had a couple of big stiff cocks here right now to suck on." Linda sounded plaintive as she said this.
As she spoke, Karen's fantasy kept coming back to her. She remembered how the brush handle felt stuffed into her cunt as she dreamed of her lover's face staring down at her.
As she thought of it again, now in her pot induced stupor she smiled dreamily and said, "Yeah, that would be great, a couple of nice hard cocks to suck on."
Linda flopped down on the bed next to her and closed her eyes. And as the two beautiful young girls lay there on the bed next to each other, their bodies touched only slightly, but enough for Karen to feel the heat of her friend.
And then she felt a movement that although she had her eyes closed, she knew instinctively what it was. Linda was fondling herself, lying there with her eyes closed, lost in her own dream. Karen opened her eyes and watched, almost mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful friend playing with herself. She was not shocked by it, especially after what she had just done alone, but she felt a strange stirring in her cunt that she thought only a man could bring.
Linda was hardly aware of Karen as she slid her hand into her jeans and began rubbing her bush. "I want to get fucked," she said almost complaining as she opened her legs, "My poor pussy is so hot."
Without even thinking about what she was saying, Karen replied, "So is mine."
"I hope you don't mind Karen," Linda said as she sat up and un-did the zipper to her jeans, but I'm going to masturbate. Why don't you masturbate too and that way I won't feel embarrassed."
Karen did not reply or move, but watched as Linda removed her jeans. She wasn't wearing any panties and her thick black patch of pubic hair was immediately visible. Linda didn't bother taking off her top, but lay back down on the bed with her knees bent and her legs apart so that Karen could see her thick pink cunt lips. Karen had seen Linda naked before in her house while she took a shower, but she had never been this close to her or had such a clear, unabashed look at her cunt.
As she watched Linda's fingers spread the lips that hid her puckered little cunt hole and she began to rub it.
And much to Karen's surprise, her own cunt began to seep cum again like it had done only a short time before. But this time it was brought ' not by the fantasy of her muscular male lover, but by the sight of Linda's big hairy cunt!
And as she continued to sit there and watch Linda spread her hole even further and sank her middle finger in all the way to the knuckle. She had her eyes closed and seemed not even to notice that Karen was watching her.
She rotated her middle finger around in her hole until it was well lubricated with her pussy juice and Karen could see it glistening on her finger. She noticed how Linda's little ass-hole puckered involuntarily and found herself wondering if hers did the same thing when she masturbated.
Linda was losing herself in her pot induced haze as her finger began to work more busily in her hole stretching it further, plunging in and out.
And like Karen had done before, as her sexual heat grew in intensity she found that one finger was not satisfying her, and so she used a second.
As Karen watched, Linda slid both fingers in, with a little moan escaping her lips she knew that she too must satisfy again the urge that was in her own pussy.
But she didn't want to lie down and close her eyes again like Linda was now doing. She felt an intense desire to continue watching her friend, because she had never before witnessed another girl masturbating like this, and the sight of it was exciting her.
So as she sat there, watching Linda stretch and stroke her glistening hole, she raised her skirt to her waist and again slid her hand under the waistband of her still soaking panties until her fingers were again stroking her clitoris and the wet meat of her crack.
Linda pushed and shoved her fingers in her hole at a faster pace, her breathing was becoming heavier and she was now letting out little sobs and moans with regularity. Her cute, perfectly rounded little ass was pumping up and down on the bed in rhythm with the thrusts of her fingers and Karen's desire was mounting also as she now sunk two fingers into her own hungry hole. Both girls were nearing a climax and both were moaning and masturbating as if they were alone with no one watching them.
"Oh, Karen," Linda began to whimper, "Oh, Karen I want to come so badly. I need a thick cock to get me off. If only I had a thick cock to get me off!"
Karen could recognize the frustrated tone in her voice, she kenw her friend was feeling like she had only a short while ago when her own three fingers had not been enough to bring her to orgasm. And without thinking about it, doing it as a gesture of compassion and understanding she reached over to the night table and grabbed hold of her thick hairbrush, the same one that was still somewhat sticky with her own cunt juice and handed it to her friend.
"Here, use this Linda. Pretend it's a cock."
But Linda was beside herself now, she was somewhere between coming and crying from frustration and she could hardly control herself.
"Please do it for me Karen, please make me come!"
As the heat from her own cunt, still crammed with her own fingers, dictated her desires, Karen grabbed Linda's pumping hand, pulled it out of her pussy and quickly placed the thick handle of the brush at the entrance of her friend's cunt.
"Do it," Linda begged loudly, "please stick it in."
As Karen felt her own orgasm ready to explode, causing tears to well up in her eyes, she plunged the handle into Linda's hole, which easily took the whole length of it all the way up to the bristles, as her own hole had done. As she pumped in and out, causing loud squishy noises to eminate from Linda's hole, Linda covered her face with her hands and began to sob loud sighs of pleasure. And with her legs raised straight in the air, kicking at some imaginary thing, her cunt exploded juice all over the brush and Karen's hand. Karen's own juice covered her other hand as she too climaxed for the second time in less than an hour.
CHAPTER TWO
The chauffeur driven limousine stopped in front of the house and Karen's parents emerged looking somewhat annoyed and exhausted. The new chauffeur closed the door behind them and then got back behind the wheel to drive the car back to the garage. Karen and Linda didn't hear them enter and weren't even aware that they had returned home until Karen's mother called out to her while climbing the stairs to her bedroom.
Both girls were fully dressed now and composed from their mutual sexual experience. After they had come, Karen washed off the brush handle for the second time, and they arranged their clothes to normal, turned on the record player and smoked another joint. They were very stoned from the second joint and had smoked it mainly to hide their somewhat embarrassed feelings about what they had done.
Neither girl felt ashamed or was sorry for what had happened, but they didn't know what to say to each other about it afterwards. So, smoking the joint seemed to be an easy alternative, and they decided to say nothing. They felt closer to each other though, after what happened.
When they heard Karen's mother's voice they froze. Karen had expected them to be gone for hours more and was immediately afraid that her mother would suspect something was wrong because she felt so stoned. As her mother entered her bedroom Karen looked at Linda with an urgent glance, "Karen," said her mother immediately upon entering, "will you please turn down that music! Your father and I have had a terrible time already and we want some peace and quiet."
"But I thought you would be gone all day," Karen said, almost as an apology for having the music on, which she immediately turned off upon her mother's demand. "So did we," her mother explained as her face began to screw up in a peculiar expression as she sniffed the air.
"Your father was supposed to be the guest speaker at a luncheon, but it was cancelled at the last minute. The guest of honor had a heart attack this morning and is in the hospital. It's been a great inconvenience to both your father and I."
As she continued to speak she sniffed at the air more and more frequently. Karen felt a fear come over her that her mother could smell the pot.
At that instant her father also entered the room looking aggravated and red in the face. He looked at Linda, who was trying to keep her eyes averted from them and then to Karen.
"Who gave you permission to have a guest over, young lady?"
"No one daddy," she said helplessly, "but I thought it would be all right."
"Well it's not all right, little miss!"
Karen's mother interrupted him by saying, "Do you smell something funny in this room, dear? like smoke?"
"Yes," he said, "I smelled it as soon as I came into the room."
And then the both of them, at the same instant, as if someone invisible had whispered to them said to each other, "They've been smoking pot!"
"No? daddy!" cried Karen, "it's not true!"
But she knew that she had been discovered. The smell in the room and her swollen, reddened eyes were dead give-aways as to what they had been doing.
Karen's father, spurred on by the errant events of the day, became enraged.
"You are going to be punished for this!" he bellowed, his chest heaving heavily. "You are not going to be allowed to behave this way."
"I can't believe it!" exclaimed her mother. "She's using drugs!"
"Well, we'll soon fix that!" he said with a threatening tone. He turned to Linda, who was as stoned as Karen and said to her, "Get out of this house young lady and don't ever come back. I don't want Karen associating with girls like you! And I'm going to make sure your parents and the police know that you use drugs!"
Karen started to cry slowly now, more for her friend Linda's feelings, than for herself. She thought of how only a short time ago they had laughed together and felt close. And she especially thought of how she had watched
Linda finger fuck herself. She was suddenly afraid that somehow her parents would find out about that and she started to cry a little harder out of fear.
Without saying anything, Linda got up and apprehensively crossed the room and went out the door.
"You go down and make sure that little brat leaves this house," he ordered Karen's mother, "and I'm going to stay here and teach our little law-breaker a.lesson."
Before obeying her husband's command, Karen's mother turned to her with a vengeful look upon her face and said, "How dare you behave like this? How could you ever do this to us?"
Then to her husband she said "I want her spanked. I want her punished so she'll never do anything like this again."
As she closed the door behind her, with an icy stare towards her daughter, Karen knew that she was about to be hurt and the tears began to stream down her face. Her father stood over her like an angry mountain and glared at her.
"This is one afternoon you're not going to forget for some time," he told her. Grabbing her by the ear, he walked his crying daughter over to the bed and he sat down on it.
"Now, take off that skirt young lady and get over my knee."
Karen felt a flush of fear and humiliation at the same time, but she knew better than to resist. Quickly, letting out audible sobs now, she unfastened her skirt and laid it on the bed next to her seething father. Through her tears she looked down at the knees she was going to lay across to receive her punishment. Ever since she was a little girl, her father had" spanked her over his knee and she had always been afraid of it. Even now, when she was almost a grown woman, she still had to suffer her father's terrible will.
"Now! Do you hear?"
Without further hesitation, Karen bent herself over his knees, feeling the sensation of hanging there like a side of meat. Helpless with hands and feet dangling down.
"Now this in only the beginning," her father said as his palm smacked down on Karen's bare behind. "From here on out, you're grounded!"
Again his hand came down on Karen's behind, only this time harder. She let out a cry when he hit her a third time and began sobbing that she was sorry and that she would be good in the future.
"We're going to make sure of that!" he assured her as he continued to spank her, knowing he was beginning to give her a good punishment because his own palm was beginning to sting from the force of the whacks he was giving her.
"Your mother and I are going to make sure you behave in the future."
With his temper at the boiling point, Karen's father smacked her again, but again his palm stung from the impact. Almost on impulse to keep from hurting his hand any longer, he reached over and grabbed the hair brush that was on the night table. It was the same one Karen had fucked both herself and Linda with, but she didn't think of it then. She was too consumed with the stinging pain ot her buttocks and the renewed fear she felt when her father yanked down her panties exposing her bare ass and began whacking it with the hair brush.
As Linda left the front gate she could hear her friend crying from her bedroom window and she felt bad for her. But there was nothing she could do. The girl had weird parents. That's all there was to it.
Two weeks passed, and Linda wanted to call her friend and find out how she was doing, but she was afraid to. She was now plenty scared of Karen's parents and didn't want to cause any trouble. Karen's father had kept his promise and had called her parents to tell them about the pot smoking incident and said he had also told the police, but Linda didn't know if that was true, although she didn't doubt it. Her parents had grounded her for a week because of it, but she knew it was nothing compared to what probably happened to Karen.
On the way out of the driveway that afternoon she had heard Karen being spanked and she wished there was something she could do for her, but she knew there wasn't. Even though her own parents had grounded her for a week and yelled she was thankful they were nothing like Karen's parents. They wouldn't hit her for smoking pot.
That afternoon while they were listening to records before Karen's parents came home unexpectedly they had talked about school starting in only two more weeks and they hoped that they would be in some of the same classes. They always had fun together whenever Karen could get out, or she could sneak over, and they wanted to continue their friendship. Especially after what had happened between them on the bed. The memory of Karen shoving that brush handle in her cunt made Linda shudder whenever she thought about it. She didn't think anything bad of it, because she knew what a lesbian was and she knew she wasn't like that. Linda liked boys very much. She loved cock and loved to get fucked and she was hoping that Karen and she could fuck boys together during the school year when they went out on double dates.
But that experience with Karen was the first she'd ever had like that with a girl. She had made herself come lots of times and boys had made her come lots of times, but never before had another girl made her come. Almost every night before she went to sleep since that day, Linda had fingerfucked herself thinking about how it felt to have Karen watching her and fucking her with a brush handle On the first day of school Linda looked for Karen everywhere, but she couldn't find her. She thought that perhaps Karen was sick and staying home, but she was afraid to call and find out. On the second day, she still couldn't find Karen and no one she asked knew anything about her either. Linda felt very sad because she felt that something was terribly wrong and she felt to blame. All she could do was think about Karen at night.
At the end of that first week of school, one of Linda's classmates was throwing a party and invited almost everyone in the junior class to attend. Linda thought that perhaps Karen might show up there, but in her heart she doubted it. If Karen hadn't been to school all week she wouldn't be at a class party on Friday night.
As with most of their parties, the kids had beer, liquor and pot all of which was passed around and all of which Linda partook of. it was almost midnight when she ran into Richie Biltmore, whose family lived almost right next to Karen's. Richie Biltmore was also a "rich kid" and a snot about it usually, not at all like Karen. Linda saw him sitting by himself and she walked over to him on unsteady legs. Richie was surprised when she sat down next to him because he had always thought she was a good looking girl, but she had never paid much attention to him. He knew she liked to fuck and he had always dreamed of doing it with her, but she never responded to any of his passes.
"Hi Richie," Linda said with a slurring of words as she sat next to him. "I want to ask you a question."
"Sure, I'll fuck you," he said jokingly, himself pretty high from all the booze and pot that was floating around.
"I want to ask you about Karen Webster," she continued as though she hadn't even heard him. "Do you know why she hasn't been in school all this first week?"
"Sure I know," he said as though he were proud to possess the information.
She waited. "Well?" she finally asked.
"I heard my parents talking about it at dinner the other night."
"Well?" she asked again.
"What do you want to know for?" he teased her.
"Because I have to know what's happening to her.
"Oh, yeah?" he taunted with a gleam in his eye. "How bad do you have to know?"
"Real bad," she said, too stoned to pick up the drift of his tone of voice.
"Do you want to know bad enough to get in the back of my car with me?"
He really didn't expect her to yield to his conditions, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Yeah, that bad," she slurred, her eyes half closed.
"Well then," he said, rubbing his hands together in mock satisfaction, "why don't we go over to my car and we'll talk about it."
He still didn't think she was really serious about going to his car with him, but he got up and started walking towards it. And to his surprise, and delight, she got up on unsteady legs and walked along with him, holding on to his arm for support.
As they walked over, he thought about all the times he had dreamed of what it would be like to fuck Linda Jennings, and now he was about to find out. Unless this was some kind of a trick or something. But they walked all the way to his car and he opened the door for her. Without hesitation, she climbed into the back seat with him and he got in after her, closing the door so that it was dark except for the streetlight a little ways down the street. It was light enough for him to see the drunken look on her face, the spaced out dilation of her pupils. It was light enough for him to see her two beautifully shaped tits pushing their nipples through her blouse. Linda hardly ever wore a bra, and she wasn't wearing one now.
"So, what happened to Karen?" she asked right away although she was having a little difficulty speaking.
"Why do you want to know so bad?" he asked again, almost cursing himself immediately for getting off the subject of what he was trying to do to her in the back seat.
"Because she's my best friend, and I love her," Linda said, "I'd do anything for her and if she's in trouble I want to help her."
"Now, sensing for sure that he finally had Linda where he always wanted her, Richie held the carrot before her nose. "I know exactly what happened to her and I know exactly where she it."
"Then tell me," Linda said, almost complaining.
"Not until you give me something first," he said defiantly.
"What?" she said a little contemptuously, "what do you want? Money? ; Don't you already have enough money?"
It's not money I want from you, Linda," he said with a hunter's gleam in his eyes, "it's your sweet cunt. I want to fuck you."
"No," she said to his surprise. "I don't want to fuck you."
"Then forget it," he said, making believe he was starting to get out of the car, "I'm not telling you a goddam thing. And you won't find out anyplace else either, because hardly anyone know."
"Knows what?"
"If you want to know," he said tauntingly, opening the door at the same time, "you'll have to make a decision fast."
Linda grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back into the car. "I won't let you fuck me," she said again, "but you can do something else."
He suspected he was being conned, but decided to risk it. "What?"
"I'll let you eat my cunt."
The thought of Linda's cunt had always been a favorite fantasy of his and now, having her sitting here in front of him, the sense of opportunity was unbelievable.
His cock got immediately hard and felt like it was going to burst through his jeans.
"I'll let you eat my cunt, if you tell me what happened to Karen."
"It's a deal," he said, "but I get to eat your cunt before I tell you anything."
"Okay," she agreed as she unzipped her jeans and slid out of them. As he watched them slide other, he noticed that not only did she not wear a bra, she didn't wear any panties either. Her big, black bush of pussy hair looked thick enough to get lost in and he couldn't believe that he was about to put his face in it.
When she had her jeans off, she lay back and put one leg over the front seat and one leg resting on the back seat. He knew she had done this before because of the familiarity she had with the position.
Situated like she was, her legs were well spread and her big crack was in perfect place for him to kneel on the floor and eat. Slowly easing towards it, parting the thick lips with his fingers, he exposed the pink inner walls and the small puckered hole. And as she closed her eyes, he licked her crack for the first time.
It tasted warm and wet and salty and her cunt hair tickled his nose.
Her cunt tasted just as good as he thought it would. Even better!
And as she sat there with her eyes closed, he licked her again and again, sticking his tongue further into her hole and wiggling it around so that her ass began to squirm involuntarily. He then started licking her from a much lower vantage point until his tongue was starting at her ass-hole and traveling all the way up her crack to her clitoris.
Linda was beginning to respond for real and as Richie continued to lick her, he tasted more and more of her juices, indicating to him that she was turned on for real and coming in HIS face!
And then, as if spoken from a dream, her voice filled his ears as he continued licking and now sucking at her meaty pussy.
"What happened to Karen?" she asked.
And while still eating her he answered between licks, "Her parents caught her with drugs." His slurping noises interrupted him. "They got real pissed and sent her to a private school."
He sucked on her clit and made her body jerk with a shudder. "It's really far away and they said she's going to stay there for a couple of years."
The reality of what Richie was telling her seeped into her boozed up pot fogged mind, and she began to cry because she suddenly felt that she would never see her friend again.
Her crying drove Richie wild. He thought it was because of the expert job he was doing sucking her pussy. He tried to imagine what it would be like to stick his cock into her wet hole.
He now attacked her pussy with real passion, sucking it hard and shoving his tongue way in. And in spite of her sorrow for Karen, Linda felt her climax build deep in her hole and shoot out with a great force covering Richie's ecstatic face.
And as she came, his tongue still sucking madly at her hole, Linda closed her eyes and cried some more, imagining that it was Karen sucking her twat instead of stupid Richie Biltmore.
CHAPTER THREE
The Easton School For Girls was one of the best and most exclusive girl's boarding schools in the whole country. The tuition for a year was more than at most colleges and only girls from wealthy or well off families attended. It was noted for its scholastic achievement and its reputation for education young women both intellectually and in the area of social graces was one of its primary attractions for most parents who sent their daughters there. But even more than these the biggest consideration for most parents was the reputation Easton School had for discipline. Many of the girls who attended this private institution were sent there for reasons of discipline. like Karen many of the girls had parents who thought they were problem children and needed a stern guiding force and constant supervision, which the parents didn't have time to provide the girls themselves. It's a sad thing, to see such products of affluence being tossed off onto the care of others, but the girls were used to it.
The Headmistress of Easton School For Girls was named Grace Millingford, and she was a respected administrator, educator and diehard disciplinarian. She had practically built up Easton School herself over a period of twenty years and she had earned her reputation and success by not tolerating any form of unruliness or anti-social behavior from her students. She demanded and got total obedience from the girls who lived at her academy and any form of physical punishment that she deemed necessary to keep her students in line was wholeheartedly endorsed by the parents. As a matter-of-fact, before any girl could enroll officially in the school, their parents had to sign a document giving her absolute control and disciplinary power over their daughters. She had the right to inflict any code of ethics and rules upon them as she saw fit, and did on a regular basis.
When Karen arrived for her first day and night at Easton School her father and mother rode with her in the back seat of the limousine. Before letting her out of the car they told her that she had better keep herself out of trouble and get all A's s on her report cards.
"We are not spending all this money to send you here so that you can waste your time Karen," her mother had said to her. "Your being sent here for an education and training that will help you later on in life.' She remembered thinking that her mother was lying and that the only reason she was being sent here away from her only friends and familiar surroundings was because they really didn't love her and wanted to punish her. She felt as though she were being sent to prison rather than school.
Her mother and father made her kiss them before leaving and as she stood on her dormitory steps watching their car being driven away she felt tears well up in her eyes partly because she was afraid to be on her own here, all alone, and partly because she felt that her parents were truly abandoning her. But after a moment she regained her composure and with a defiant, but loud sigh she decided that she would not let it matter. If her parents didn't want her then she didn't want them either. And she decided right then that she would run away from this place the first chance she got In the dormitory lounge there were girls crowded everywhere with their family and friends, saying their last goodbyes as Karen had just done. She watched the faces of many of the girls with whom she would be sharing this dormitory for the next few years and they were all so different. Many of them were crying or about to cry more out of affection for the people who they had to leave, but Karen also noticed that some of the girls looked the way she herself felt; like she had been abandoned here.
In one corner was a table with a sign that read: 'Room Assignments' Behind it sat a woman who's name tag said she was Eve Weaver. Karen knew instinctively that she should present herself at the table, which she did.
Eve Weaver was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties Karen thought as she said hello to her for the first time. She was very formally dressed with her hair pulled back tightly with gave her a stern aura as she peered at Karen through her thick eyeglasses. "What is your name please," she asked Karen in a practiced monotone that conveyed no warmth or friendliness.
"My name is Karen Webster," she said as she stood in front of the table clutching her suitcase and feeling shy and uncomfortable.
Ms. Weaver looked down at the roster of names she had on her clipboard and scanning it quickly with her piercing dark eyes she said, "Ah yes, Miss Webster. You will be assigned to room 103 along with Miss Brewster and Miss Hatchet." And with no further explanation she handed Karen a set of door keys which she told her were hers and that any loss of these keys would result in a subsequent fine and additional fee for another set.
"One of the first thing's you'll learn here is a sense of responsibility," she said sternly to Karen.
"Yes ma'am," the girl replied, sheepishly. She knew other people were listening to them; she was afraid Ms. Weaver might say something that would scare or upset her.
"Now take your belongings to your room and unpack your suitcase. Everything is to be hung on hangers in your closet and rooms are to be kept neat and tidy at all times. You will find a list of dormitory rules and regulations posted on the back of your door along with a list of times that meals are served and when laundry facilities are open. Now go along, and try to remember why you're here."
Karen felt a sudden flush come to her face because he felt sure that Ms. Weaver must know about the pot smoking incident that prompted her parents to send her to this place and she was afraid she would say it out loud, but she didn't. She simply dismissed Karen with curt wave of her hand and began processing the next girl in line.
When Karen entered her new room both her roommates were there waiting for her and looking just as apprehensive as she felt. Betty Brewster was the same age as she was and very pretty with long brownish-blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders. She was slender, but not skinny with a good figure and a bright, cheerful smile that she tried to encourage Karen with when she introduced herself. Mary Hatchet was a bigger girl than either of the other two with thick curly black hair. She was not heavy, because she looked very good a but she had just about the biggest breasts that karen had ever seen The first thing she though about when she met Mary was wondering if her tits were real or if she was wearing a heavily padded bra.
These two girls would be the people Karen shared the next whole year with and she wanted very much for them to like her. She had never had sisters of her own and suddenly she felt as though she wanted these two new friends to be her sisters. She wanted to like them, and after the first few hours of talking together and finding out that they all felt a little frightened about being away from home for the first time and being at Easton School, they began to warm up to each other and Karen began to feel better about sharing the room with them.
The rest of that first day was spent in a series of different guided tours around the school compound followed by a lecture by the headmistress Grace Millingford. All the girls were herded into the 'assembly auditorium' and made to sit in alphabetical order. And when Headmistress Millingford entered and stood at the podium all the girls were made to rise and greet her with a unanimous, "Good afternoon, Ma'am. She then gave her permission for them to be seated and started into her well polished initiation speech about why they were there and what they were going to accomplish during their stay at Easton School. Karen couldn't help thinking how stern and unhappy Headmistress Millingford looked standing there in front of the assembled group with her streaked gray hair and her uncomfortable looking skirt and blazer on with the emblem of Easton School on her lapel. But Karen had a feeling about Headmistress Millingford that made her uneasy. She recognized in her voice and manner the same stern characteristics of her father and mother. As a matter-of-fact, she noticed that about many of the faculty of Easton School, starting with Eve Weaver who gave her her room assignment.
After dinner and another short lecture by her dorm supervisor, who turned out to be Eve Weaver, Karen and the rest of the girls were m ordered to go to their rooms and retire for the night. Tomorrow would be the first day of classes and they had to be up early and ready to go.
Once back inside the room Karen realized that she would have to undress in the room with her roommates. She hadn't thought of this before and she suddenly felt shy and uncomfortable about doing it. She had just met these two girls and now she had to strip down naked in front of them to get into her nightie. She tried to act nonchalant as she began unfastening the buttons of her blouse, but then began to feel better as she realized that her two roommates were also a little uncomfortable about also having to do it.
Realizing Karen, Realizing that Karen's embarrassment was a little more intense than hers, Betty said, "I have three sisters at home and I'm used to getting undressed in front of them. Don't you have any sisters?"
Karen shook her head no and said, "And no brothers either. I'm an only child, and an unwanted one at that."
"I know how you feel. I don't have any sisters either, just two dumb brothers and they're always trying to spy on me when I get undressed. They even invite their friends over to spy with them. It's because of these," she said knowingly, pushing her huge breasts up with the palms of her hands.
"Don't be embarrassed," Betty encouraged her, and to help her not to be she was the first in the room to remove her blouse and unhook her bra letting free her two perfectly formed breasts, with little pink nipples that Karen couldn't help but think were cute and attractive. Then Betty unfastened her skirt, hung it over the back of a chair and without hesitation unrolled the blue cotton panties she was wearing exposing a brownish-blonde patch of pussy hair. Betty then picked out her nightgown from her suitcase and put it on, covering her petite, but beautiful body for the night. "We're all going to be like sisters, so why be shy?" Betty said.
Karen felt better when she said that, because that's exactly what she wanted, for them to be sisters. And as she finished undoing her own blouse and reaching back to unhook her bra she felt her nipples stiffen in anticipation. She was undressing in front of two complete strangers, something she had never done before and a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety filled her and made the inside of her stomach queazy.
When she unfastened her bra and let her own breasts free she saw Betty stare at them admiringly. Karen had bigger and better shaped tits than Betty and her nipples were much larger and browner. She always felt she could stand up to almost any girl in the tits department, except someone like Mary who.s tits were gigantic.
"You have beautiful breasts," said Betty soothingly, "you should never be shy about showing them." This made Karen feel more at ease and as she undid her skirt and rolled down her panties as Betty had done, she felt both girls staring intently at her bush of pubic hair and her crack which was now strangely tingling. She felt as though by exposing her body to these two girls and their admiration of it, they were accepting her. Once she had put on her nightie she started to get under the covers as Betty had done in her bed. Now it was Mary's turn to undress, which she also began to do slowly. Karen and Betty were soon to discover that out of all of them perhaps Mary was the most shy about undressing because of her big tits. Instead of being proud of them and feeling superior to other girls as Karen and Betty thought they would if they possessed such big tits, Mary was somewhat self-conscious about them.
She had always stood out in a crowd because of her big chest and the things that both boys and girls, men and women had said to her about them while growing up had made her aware of her unique status.
She removed her blouse and unhooked her bra while both Karen and Betty watched. When her breasts were freed from her bra they dropped out of them like two large melons. Mary's breasts filled her whole chest with their roundness and her nipple and aureola were the size of half dollars, peppered with little bumps that stood out hard along with her big nipples. She then followed the procedure the two other girls had and unzipped her skirt folding it over the back of a chair when it was off and then rolling down her panties.
Her cunt was as bit and meaty as the rest of her figure. The fat pink lips protruded from the bush of hair so that Karen could see them clearly. Her cunt-hair was thick and black and it immediately reminded her of Linda's cunt. And the memory of her laying back on her bed with her knees spread, playing with her tight little hole flooded into Karen's mind.
Mary quickly bent over to retrieve her nightie from her suitcase and as she did so it gave Karen an excellent view of her rounded ass and cunt. Karen couldn't take her eyes away from the sight of her darkened ass-hole, framed with thick clumps of black hair and the long, flabby lips that hung down . Again she thought of Linda's cunt and that afternoon which caused her to be sent here.
Mary finally put on her nightie and got into bed like her two new roommates. They all sat there for a moment and smiled at each other like they had all just passed some important initiation rites. They had seen each other naked and that had served to 'break the ice' completely between them. They all exchanged "Good-nights" and turned off their respective nigh flights.
And as Karen lay in her bed in the dark, alone here in this strange place for the first time she had a mixture of feelings. But the one that was the strongest and would not leave her, was the thought of Linda. She had not been able to contact her before her parents made her leave. She couldn't call her from her house because she had been forbidden from using the telephone and she had not been allowed out of the house for the previous two weeks before leaving. She had tried to write her a letter, but her mother discovered it and ripped it up with the threat of another spanking by her father if she persisted in trying to contact that "unworthy girl," as she called her. She now lay with her eyes closed remembering vividly the sight of Linda's outstretched legs, exposing her thick pussy with its covering of black bushy hair and how her fingers had glistened with cum as she rotated them around in her hole while Karen watched.
It was the sight of Mary undressing in front of her, showing her a cunt and pubic patch that was very much like Linda's that had triggered the memory and as she lay there it grew stronger and stronger until a warm, recognizable feeling began to build deep inside her stomach. And almost unknowingly, lost in the dream of that afternoon with Linda, Karen's hand inched down her belly until it found its way to the top of her own pubic patch.
Keeping the image of Linda's busy fingers and involuntarily puckering pink ass-hole vividly in her mind, her lingers began to slowly rotate around her clitoris until that feeling deep in her stomach moved to her tender, yearning pussy. I was such a good feeling to have her clitoris rubbed and without even feeling lower Karen knew that her crack and hole were becoming moist, even dripping wet as she continued to manipulate her clit.
Completely lost in her vivid memory now, Karen was unaware of where she was or that there were two other girls in the room with her. With the blankets covering her she raised her knees so that it looked like she was under a little tent. And ducking her head under the blanket with her eyes still closed she began to finger-fuck herself with her middle finger, thinking the whole time of how Linda's fingers had looked doing the same thing. How she wished Linda was here with her right now. Ho'w she wished she could masturbate with her friend again, but especially she wished that she could watch her like she had done. Because like Linda, Karen had never had any kind of sex with a girl, or been made to climax by another girl, which she essentially been made to do. When she made Linda cum by ramming that hairbrush into her soggy hole, she herself had shot a load into her own hand. And it was because of Linda.
And as she continued to relive that afternoon, keeping a mental picture of the events firmly in her mind, she inserted another finger in her hole and rotated it around like Linda had done. And while she did this she concentrated on contracting her ass-hole as she had seen Linda's doing and as the pleasant feelings grew in intensity she felt the urge to both moan and laugh out loud from the joy of it.
Betty was the first of the two to notice that something was going on under Karen's covers. Although the room was dark she could see the tent like shape of the covers and the movements under them. Betty herself had masturbated enough times at night in bed to know immediately what Karen was doing. Betty had always been easily excitable by sex, and especially when she was able to witness it or spy on other people while they were doing it. Sitting up a little in her bed so that she could get a little better view of what Karen was going under the blankets, she let her own hand go to her crotch and gently spread her now pulsing cunt. And as she slipped her middle finger in her hole as far as it would go her breathing began to grow quicker and heavier and she was suddenly afraid that Karen might notice.
But Karen could notice nothing, because she was now sweating under the covers, the heat building from the animal urges that spurred her on her jamming her fingers into her hole. She was fingerfucking herself hard now, with quick strong strokes, and her short, sharp intakes of breath were now turning into audible moans that she was unaware of. She was also unaware of the sloppy, squishing sound her manipulations were beginning to make. That's what caught Mary's attention. She heard little whimpers coming from Karen's bed, and as she turned her head ever so slightly, even so that Betty did not notice she was awake, Mary also knew instinctively what Karen was doing under the covers and it excited her too. The wet, squishing noises reminded her of how her own cunt sounded when she was beating off, and especially it reminded her of how it sounded when her boyfriend, Randy fucked her with his big hard cock.
Mary closed her eyes and thought about the night before she had left to come here. How Randy had picked her up in his car telling her parents that they were going to the movies for a last date. But they had gone to a motel in the next town instead and rented a room. Once inside Randy undressed her, kissing her big, bouncing tits and sucking on her silver dollar nipples. They had done everything that night, including sucking each other off in a sixty-nine position. This was something Mary had never done with him, but the memory of it now filled her mind. Randy had made her lie on her back and he straddled over her positioning himself so that they were facing in opposite directions. His face was directly over her full, fat cunt and he slid his hands underneath her ass-cheeks, spreading them so that he could get a much better vantage point to licking and sucking her totally exposed crack. And his cock, which was rock hard was positioned right over her mouth. And as she recalled circling the head of it with her mouth, feeling the warm, throbbing meatiness of it, she too slid her hands down her belly and through the thick patch of pussy And as her fingers found her clitoris and hole she too let out a tiny little squeal that no one noticed except Betty. In a state of near climax herself from her own fingers, Betty now realized that Mary too was masturbating. Both her roommates were lost in passionate fantasies, rubbing madly at their pretty cunts which they had just shown to her. And she was watching both of them, the very thing that turned her on the most.
After minutes passed, all three of the girls were almost totally oblivious to anyone or anything but the building pressure in their hot, hungry cunts. Karen with her fantasy of Linda, Mary with her fantasy of Randy's thick cock pumping in and out of her mouth, distorting her face and almost choking her, and Betty lost in the fantasy/reality of watching the two of them without their knowing it.
And as the time for each of their orgasms quickly approached, all three of the girls were unaware of the loud mixture of squishy, cunt noises that was coming from their separate beds. They were having a group masturbation session, but weren't really conscious of it. Karen was the first to cum. And it was a violent, self-perpetuated cum that caused her to let out a short scream as Linda had done when she rammed her brush handle into her open hole. Betty came only seconds later as she vividly remembered receiving a hot, sticky mouthful of Randy's copious load. How it filled her mouth and drooled out the sides and down her chin. And Betty soaked her fingers and the sheets as she too climaxed from hearing the both of them.
And then they all three feel into a peaceful, satisfied sleep without anyone saying a word.
CHAPTER FOUR
After the first few weeks of school the three roommates had become close friends. They shared some of the same classes, they ate their meals together, they studied and watched television together, and at night when it was time for lights-out in the dormitory they masturbated together. They still did it alone, separately in their own beds, but by now each of them knew what the other two were doing.
It wasn't a subject they openly discussed much, but it was something that was a great secret among the three of them.
Karen found, after those first few weeks that Easton School wasn't so bad after all, but she attributed most of that to her newfound friends and roommates. At night, while they still undressed in front of each other, taking turns as if that first night had set a precedent or ritual, Karen found herself noticing more and becoming more familiar with her friends bodies.
She noticed more how small Betty's waist and ass really was. Perfectly formed cheeks that you could probably fit in the palm of each hand she found herself thinking. Her torso was slender also, but her breasts offset her smallness to make her look full figured. And her cunt, which was the hardest part of her to become familiarized with because she had such thin pussy lips apposed to her own or Mary's meaty flaps. Betty was a very pretty, very sexy girl and she knew she was passionate and hot by the way she came at night with Mary and herself. When Betty came she let out little whimpers almost like a baby crying. As Karen beat herself off it helped get her even hotter to hear Betty and know that she was doing the exact same thing to herself; fingerfucking her hot little hole. And she noticed more and more of Mary also, as every night she unhooked her bra and let fall those two magnificent mammaries with their big knotty nipples. She remembered thinking at first that they were almost ugly, too big and uncomfortable looking, but as each night went by and she saw them swaying back and forth as Mary walked across the room, or how they hung down when she bent over for her night gown she became more and more turned on by them and found herself wondering what they would feel like rubbing across her face. But it was Mary's cunt that Karen liked looking at. Mary's thick-lipped, hairy cunt reminded her of Linda's, and when she heard Mary under her covers at night getting that cunt all hot and sticky with her fingers, like Linda had done, Karen found herself wishing that she could sit on the edge of Mary's bed and watch her like she had done with Linda.
And when Mary came, Karen noticed that she let out what sounded like a little grunt mingled with inaudible whispering as if she were saying something to someone. And of all three of them Karen thought that Mary had the loudest, squishiest crack of them all.
What the three of them began to talk about most when they were together was boys. Or "men" as Mary liked to say, "there's no use fucking a boy, if you're going to fuck, fuck a man." She would say it a la Mae West and it never failed to make them all laugh.
But what they talked about most was the fact that there were no boys or men available at Easton School. The entire student body was made up of girls. And the faculty with the exception of two men, was entirely made up of women. But the two men were both old and ugly and none of the three liked them. One was a biology professor, and one was a music teacher. And besides the students, the only other people who lived in the compound were Headmistress Millingford and two or three other female faculty members.
There was no one around for the girls to fuck even if they were hot and ready, which after jerking off mutually each night, they were becoming more and more so.
It was unanimously agreed that they would have to find a way to meet some boys. The only time they were allowed off the campus was if their parents requested it and gave their permission, or if they were attending some sort of school function. They weren't sure how they were going to do it, but they'd made up their minds that they would somehow get out of the dorm and off campus.
But in the meantime their days were pretty routine and boring and the more days they spent together the more they appreciated each others company because it made the boredom more bearable.
But their nights began to change a little. After homework was done, instead of watching television, they began spending their time getting to know each other more intimately. They would turn out the lights, light candles and sit together telling each other the best stories of their lives. Especially sex stories. The things each of them had done, and never told anyone.
Karen, of course, could not really compare her stories to those of either Betty or Mary, because they had led much free , much less controlled lives. They had already had a couple of boyfriends each and had had sex with all of them, which they both admitted was one of the reasons their parents had sent them to Easton School.
"My parents were afraid I was going to get pregnant," Betty claimed to be the primary reason, while Mary just admitted that her parents though she was a slut because they found polaroid pictures Randy had taken of her in the nude. When Betty and Karen heard this, this excitement soared and their cunts got immediately itchy.
"Tell us about it," they begged her, "what happened?"
While sitting around like this at night all three of the girls wore their nighties with nothing else underneath it, so that when they sat with their legs crossed as they did, most of their respective cunts were visible to the other two. And all their tits were practically hanging out through the thin material. Especially Mary's, as they began to rise and fall with excitement with the remembrance of the night Randy took those pictures "We had gone to a motel that night," Mary started off her story, "Randy liked taking me to motels. Especially sleazy little ones. He said they made him hotter. Well, we got to the motel and Randy opened a pint of scotch he had brought with him. Randy really had class. We sat around drinking the scotch and kissing and playing around with each other until we both started to get drunk. Me especially. I get really horny when I'm drunk, " she added for clarity.
"Me too," said Betty, smiling. Sitting there with just the light from the candles illuminating their little circle Karen could feel her nipples harden like little rocks and her cunt began to throb with that tell-tale tingling of an impending orgasm. As she listened to Mary continue to describe how Randy undressed her and then took out a polaroid camera to take pictures, and as she saw both Mary 's and Betty's cunts beneath their nighties, she began to have a strong urge to start rubbing her own crack to secrete some juices to ease the burning which she was beginning to fell stronger and stronger deep in her hole.
"I had never had pictures taken of me before," Mary continued, and he made me get into some of the strangest positions. You wouldn't believe what he made me do."
"Like what?" Karen heard herself asking.
"Well he made me kneel down on the bed on all fours and he got behind me. And then he told me to reach back and spread my cunt open real wide. I did it and spread my lips until I thought I was going to rip them off, and when he took the picture he was so close that I felt the heat from the flashbulb and that alone just about made me cum. And then he made me bend over a chair and this time spread my ass-hole. He took a picture of that And then he made me stand on my head so that my tits were hanging down in front of my face and he took pictures of me like that"
These were the kinds of things that Karen had never even thought of. She had seen pictures of nude women in the men's magazines on occasion, but she had never thought about taking pictures herself. But as she listened to Mary tell her story and as she envisioned what it must have been like, her cunt began to get slippery inside and she could feel her cum gathering deep in her hole and slowly dripping the walls of her cunt.
"Randy's done some things that are even a lot stranger than that," she tempted them, but I don't think I can tell you all of that.' Mary then turned to Betty and asked, "have you ever had pictures taken of you nude?" Betty admitted that she hadn't as did Karen.
"I made a really filthy phone call one time though," she said with an air of retaliation. "And brother, did that make my cunt soaking wet!"
Again, this was something that Karen had never really though of as a possibility for sexual enjoyment. She found herself asking Betty with an air of innocence and naivet�, "How do you make a filthy phone call?"
"It was my boyfriends idea," Betty said inching her way closer into the circle of the three of them, causing her knees to uncross a little further and giving Karen a wide open view of her pink, little pussy that was beginning to gleam from wetness in the flickering candle light. Karen knew that Betty was getting as turned on as she was, and although she could not see Mary's cunt as precisely, she would bet that it was getting slimy with her juices.
As Betty continued to tell her story of how one of her ex-boyfriends had been a 'phone freak' and how he liked getting them both off over the phone late at night when their parents were sleeping Karen could feel her insides begin to shake a little in anticipation of what Betty was about to tell them. This was strange and kinky to Karen, and things that she had never heard of before.
She began to feel the first drops of pearly white cum drip out of her steaming crack as Betty described her phone call.
"He called me up and told me to take all of my clothes off. I was already in bed so I just slipped off my nightgown. When I told him I had done what he asked he told me to lie there and finger-fuck myself while he described to me how hard his cock was and how much he wanted to fuck me. Then he started describing what he'd do to me if he were there right now in intimate step-by-step detail."
"Karen knew droplets of come were at the entrance of her hole as she asked Betty her question, but she was anxious to know. "What do you mean step-by-step detail? What kind of details?"
"Like he would say to me that if he were there with me he'd make me take my fingers out of my cunt and put it in my mouth and suck the juice off it while he put his own finger in its place. And when his finger was good and wet he make me suck the juice off that. And then he'd put two fingers in, and when they were soaking wet, he'd make me suck off that juice. And when I was good and hot, he'd make me beg him to fuck me, and after he was done he'd make me suck the slimy cum off his cock until it was completely clean."
Karen shuddered with an uncontrolled sexual urge that was making her cunt burn. She had never imagined herself in that kind of a position and hearing about it was almost as exciting as doing it. It was actually making her shake with desire to listen to Betty continue. And Karen knew that she was not the only one who was turned on by the story. Mary was sitting with a fixed, glazed look in her eyes and their were beads of sweat on her brow and face. Her big tits were heaving with each inhalation and her nipples were straining against the thin material of her nightie. They were hard with arousal. She knew that the curve of each tit was visible beneath the cloth. Her cunt felt wet. She adjusted her sitting position so she could get more comfortable and in the process gave Karen better access to the sight of her hairy crotch. The big meaty lips were parted and drooling. Karen thought that she was getting wet, and she could tell that Betty was creaming, but Mary's cunt was drooling a steady trickle of cum out of her hole and it was disappearing between the crack of her ass-cheeks. And seeing this Karen again found herself thinking of Linda that afternoon and how her cum had dripped out of her exactly the same way and lubricated her puckering little, tight ass-hole. Karen knew that Mary's ass-hole must now be as sticky as Linda's had been that day Betty was continuing her story, herself almost transfixed, lost somewhere between the remembering the events and the feeling of her own hot, seeping crack. "When he was done telling me what he would do to me, and what he would make me do if he were there, he told me that he wanted me to think of what I would do to him and describe it to him."
"Holy shit,' muttered Mary at the thought of it. For apparently this was a sexual deviation that she had never thought of or experienced either. Karen felt a little relieved to feel this, because compared to what had happened to her sexually, she felt as though she knew nothing in comparison to the stories she was hearing.
Betty continued, uninterrupted by Mary's exclamation. "He told me to think about what I would do to him in step-by-step detail and he told me to call him back in a couple of minutes. But he made me promise that I would stop masturbating in the meantime. He didn't want me to cum until he was on the phone again and could hear it." Karen felt that the wetness that was building up at the entrance of her hole must soon explode and flood the room. She started flexing her thigh muscles to try and satisfy the itching between her cunt lips, but it was nearly what she needed to relieve herself.
"When I called him back a few minutes later," Betty continued " I was still laying in bed naked and my pussy was still hot and horny. He let the phone ring about ten times so that it almost drove me crazy. When he answered he said he was jerking off and he wanted me to make him cum by telling him what I wanted to do to him."
Betty described how she wanted to be able to be there with him so that she could start licking him from his forehead down to his big, bulging cock. And how she would take his tool in her hand and gently start rubbing it up and down as she flicked at the head of his cock with her tongue, just touching it ever so slightly. She said she would then continued to jerk him off only slower now, as she took more of the head into her mouth and ran her tongue around it until she could feel it get even bigger and harder. And as she played with his balls, slipping her hand underneath his sack so that she could jiggle them as she continued, she would begin to work more and more of the shaft of his cock into her warm, wet mouth.
Karen could no longer restreain herself and with an almost sob she slowly slid her hand under the short hem of her nightie and placed it over her burning pussy mound. As soon as she felt it she realized how wet she had really gotten for her palm was covered with the sticky fluid immediately. She had unknowingly closed her eyes as she had made this maneuver and when she opened them she saw that Mary too had succumbed to the heat and excitement of the sexy stories and her hand also was toying with her bulging pussy lips.
Betty continued now, with even more description and detail than before, because she saw the effect it was having on her two roommates. And as she sat and watched them her own cunt dripped cum onto the pillow she was sitting on. She took the greatest amount of pleasure from watching her roommates play with their cunts, for this was the first time that she had actually seen them. All the other nights when they all masturbated they were separated in their own beds and in the dark. Only noises could be heard.
But here in front of her were the both of them with their fingers buried in their cracks, and she was definitely a voyeur. She loved to watch.
She then went on in a steady unbroken string of words and sentences describing what her boyfriend's big, inflamed cock looked like and how she would stuff the whole massive meaty organ into her mouth and bob up and down on it sucking it with the force of a vacuum and swirling her tongue around it at the same time. .
Karen had never had a cock in her mouth. The two encounters she had had with men were short, quick and no oral sex had been involved, but she had dreamt about it, she had imagined what it would be like, and here it was being described to her in lurid detail.
And as she continued to listen she felt she was hearing it from a place farther and farther away. For Karen now had two fingers working into her crack, rubbing it up and down, circling her clitoris and then disappearing into her soggy hole.
Mary was also now masturbating openly and unashamedly. But she had slightly lifted one leg and one ass-cheek and was laying somewhat on her side and backward so that she could have better access to her cunt. In this position her hairy twat was aimed right at Karen, open and soggy and drooling. Again, she momentarily slipped back to that afternoon in her bedroom with Linda. It looked so much like Linda's cunt and she began to wish so much that it was Linda's cunt "I told him how I would cup and squeeze his balls while I slurped on his cock," Betty went on, "I told him I would make the loudest sucking noises I could as I rammed his meat into my mouth. And I'd do it until I had him moaning as loud as I could make him."
Karen and Mary were almost totally lost in their jerking off, their cunts were making loud squirting noises as their intensity built. Betty was also stroking her crack harder, burying her fingers in and out and then altering back to rubbing her lips, but she was much more aware of herself. She was much more aware of watching Karen and Mary.
The two of them looked beautiful to her. Karen with her head thrown slightly back, her lips parted and trembling. Her two well formed tits, straining through her nightie and her muscular, youthful belly which was exposed. And mostly her delicate hands pumping in and out of her mushy, noisy crack, one hand holding her hole open and pressing her clitoris, while the other pumped. And Mary, also a beautiful girl, in a laid back position, one big tit resting on the floor while the other sagged over covering her chest. Her stomach was not as tight and muscular as Karen's, there was a little more 'meat' to it, but there was also much more meat to her cunt, which seeing this close up and this wide open, streaming cum with each new thrust of her fingers made her own cunt throb hard with her own impending orgasm. She was trying to hold back any explosions from her cunt so that she could enjoy watching her two friends for as long as possible.
She continued with her story and described to the two panting, sweating girls how she would keep sucking him until he exploded a large load of scum into her mouth. She said she would make sure she would suck every drop from his long cock and keep it all in her mouth until he was done pumping in her face and groaning from the terrible painful ecstasy he experienced every time a giant load shot out from the tip of his cock. Karen came all over her own hand with a loud sob as she imagined her own mouth being rammed full of hot cock meat and filling it up with a steaming, liquid load of seman. Never had she had a load of cum shot into her mouth and the thought and description of it was too much for her. Straining her head back even further she lifted her ass off the pillow she was sitting on and began to hump up and down on three fingers, all of them violently disappearing into her starving, cumming hole.
Karen's intense orgasm was enough to shove
Mary over the line of self-control and she too orgasmed, frantically rubbing, and plugging her hole with two fingers. And as she came she let out her familiar little grunts of pleasure and said in succession, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," as if if were not her own fingers that were penetrating her pussy, but a cock.
And as Karen managed to open her eyes and stare at Mary through her own explosions of passion, she came even another time, and with even more intensity, which she would never thought could have been possible after having just cum only seconds ago. But it was Mary moaning, "fuck me, fuck me" that had heated her cunt again so rapidly. For again those words were the same exact words used by Linda that day as she lay on the bed and begged Karen to satisfy her burning crack with the thick, long handle of the hairbrush.
"And after I had collected his whole load of cum in my mouth," Betty finished off the story with, I spit it on his belly, and it lay there like a small lake of white glue. And then," she finished I rubbed it all over his stomach, chest, and cock until it evaporated into his skin."
And then it was Betty's turn to orgasm as her two friends hunched over exhausted and uncontrollable from their experience. Betty closed her eyes and with rapid strokes across her clit she let out her own familiar short yelps of pleasure and squirted a steady steam of cum onto Karen's leg almost as if she had pissed on her.
For a brief moment they subsided in the peaceful afterglow of their orgasms and then they lay back and fell asleep where they were.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was the very next night, after their homework had been completed that the girls again resumed their positions in a circle to discuss their sex lives. Tonight, however, it was Karen's turn to describe her most intimate experiences and she felt embarrassed, almost ashamed to say anything because compared to Betty and Mary, she was inexperienced.
When it came down to it, her most personal, intimate, and sexually satisfying experience had been that afternoon with Linda in her bedroom. And as the three girls sat together, again clad only in their scanty nighties, Karen began to tell of the two times she had sex with men; the quickie with the chauffeur and the delivery boy, but before she got too far into either story she stopped. She knew that her two friends would be bored stiff with the unexciting stories. She wanted to excite them as much as their episodes had excited her, but she was somewhat apprehensive about beginning the story she really wanted to tell them.
Both of their stories had been about sex with men. Her story was about sex with another girl and she didn't quite know how they would react to it. Even though they had all become close friends and they now masturbated in front of each other, she was afraid they would think she was a lesbian if she told them of the afternoon with Linda.
After hesitating, trying to find a way to begin, Mary finally asked her if something was the matter.
"No," Karen replied a little shyly, "it's just that I haven't had as much experience as you two."
"Well you must have had some sex," Mary said with a definite air. "With the way you look, and that body you must have had plenty of guys chasing you."
It was Betty who saw how really shy and uncomfortable Karen really was and with a big smile on her face she said, "Hold on a minute Karen, I have something that will help loosen you up a little. In fact, I've got something to loosen us all up a little." And standing up, a movement that again gave her two roommates a clear view of her body, Betty went to her desk drawer and took out a small vial of pills that she opened.
Giving Karen and Mary two each, along with herself she said, "Take them, they're downs and they work real fast. They'll get us really high."
Mary didn't hesitate and swallowed the pills with the glass of water that Betty also provided for her. Karen had never taken downs before, but she was confident that Betty wouldn't give her anything that would harm her. She too swallowed the pills.
Sitting back down again, crossing her legs so that her nightie rode up exposing her twat, Betty took her place in the circle again. All three of them had smiles on their faces now as they glanced at each other's bodies. They were all well aware that the most obvious part of each of them that was exposed to the view of the others was their cunts. They were becoming much less inhibited around each other and they felt an exciting, naughty feeling at doing this.
Betty had been right about the pills working quickly, for in the space of only about ten or fifteen minutes Karen began to feel the effects, or at least she thought she did. She began to feel more relaxed and when her two friends finally pressed her again for the details of her story she decided that she would tell them.
Listening intently to her, both Betty and Mary became caught up in what had taken place that day with Linda. They listened with astonishment as Karen described their mutual masturbation as the three of them had done the night before, and when Karen got to the part where Linda begged her to make her cum, Karen noticed both girls shift with an air of expectation, curiosity, and excitement.
"What did you do when she asked you that?" Betty asked with a heated gleam in her eye.
"I fucked her hole with the handle of my hairbrush," she said simply.
The effect this had on her two roommates was more than she had expected.
Neither one of them had ever had sex with a girl, had never been touched by another girl, and the imaginary imagine of Karen shoving a brush handle into their holes turned them on considerably.
Mary was the first to speak, and in a voice that trembled a little with anticipation she asked, "What did Linda do when you shoved the brush in?"
Karen remembered fondly how she had covered her face sobbing into her hands to muffle the sound and kicked her legs frantically into the air as her cunt covered Karen's hand with juice.
Karen's story had taken about half an hour to detail, and by the time she was done all three of them were feeling the effects of the pills and the effects of the sexual heat that was again building up in their loins.
"Geez," Mary commented almost with an air of admiration for what Karen had described, "I thought I had done some kinky things, but that's outrageous."
Betty was also excited about the story and curious as to what it felt like to have another girl shove a brush in her cunt. "I wish I could have watched that," she said with a thick slur of her words, from the effects of the pills. "I love to watch people having sex."
Karen felt a sense of relief flood through her because it seemed that her friends had enjoyed the story and were excited by it.
"You don't think it was wrong doing that?" she asked hopefully, "I mean, you don't think I'm queer do you?"
Both girls quickly put Karen's mind at rest by assuring her that they thought nothing bad about her.
"I think it's the wildest thing I've ever heard," Mary confirmed, she also slurring her words a little and speaking slowly from the pills in her system.
"I even have the brush I used," Karen confided in them with a sense of pride. "Would you like to see it?"
And without waiting for a reply Karen got up from her sitting position, uncrossing her legs and noticing that both the other girls stared right at her crack as she rose. It was becoming very wet again and she was sure it was obvious to her roommates.
She went to the closet and retrieved the thick handled brush from a traveling bag she had brought to the school with her. Sitting back down and crossing her legs again she held it up for their examination.
"Look how thick and long it is!" Mary exclaimed. "Did it go all the way up her hole?"
"Yes," said Karen, now sounding like some sort of sex expert, "It fits into a cunt very well. I've fucked myself with it many times and it always goes all the way in."
"I don't know if I could take all that,"
Mary admitted, but with a tone of voice that made both the other girls know she would like to try.
And then as much to Karen's surprise as to Betty and Mary's, she heard herself say, "Lie back and I'll show you how it feels."
From the combination of the pills and the sexual excitement she was feeling in her cunt, Mary immediately did exactly as Karen had told her. She lay back on the pillow that she was sitting on, leaning on her elbows and spreading her legs with her knees up. Just almost as Linda had done.
Karen now felt her blood race through her veins, her heart pounding so that she felt sure it could be heard. The sight of Mary's waiting, hairy crack was making her own pussy throb and drip. She realized how much she wanted to do this again, how she wanted to relive that moment with Linda, and she was about to.
Betty also was on the verge of cumming right then and there, because she had never seen two girls have any kind of sex, and with her passion for voyeurism she was excited beyond belief.
Karen moved slightly closer to Mary and without hesitation she gently parted her thick, meaty pussy lips with her fingers and placed the handle at the entrance of her hole. Then slowly she slid it in inch by inch until it had disappeared all the way in.
Mary had her eyes closed during most of this out of a sense of pleasure and embarrassment. She had never been touched by a girl before either, and now here she was allowing her roommate to shove a thick brush into her cunt. But it felt so good and so naughty that she could feel her cum soaking into the wood of the handle and she knew it would bring her to orgasm if Karen fucked her with it.
Karen said nothing, but gently began to take the brush out, pulling Mary's cunt lips outward with it. And when it was almost fully withdrawn she slid it back in until it was buried again, the bristles rubbing against the soft pink outside of her tender crack.
"Fuck her with it Karen," Betty said, her voice starting to chole with emotion, "fuck her with it and make her cum." And as Karen started to rhythmically push the handle in and out a little faster and a little harder Betty made no pretense about beginning to rub her own cunt to relieve the sensations that were building deep within her.
As with Linda, Karen became mesmerized by what she was doing. She kept her eyes glued on Mary's huge wet cunt and felt her muscles contract around the handle as she began to fuck her with it with more intensity and speed.
Mary threw her head back and spread her legs a little farther apart, which raised her ass a little ways off the pillow. She was giving Karen a better access to her hot twat, which was now cuming. Her juices were dribbling down her ass as Karen continued her brush fucking.
And Karen realized how much she really loved doing this to Mary, how hot her own cunt was becoming and how she loved the feeling of having control over another girl's cunt. She wanted to make Mary scream with pleasure and beg her for more as Linda had done. She wanted to ram that brush handle into Mary until she was cumming uncontrollably.
"Oh, Karen," Mary moaned as her cunt responded more and more to the fucking it was getting, "it's wonderful, it's so good." And as she spoke, looking at Karen through glazed eyes she began to pinch and twirl her big, pointed nipples, adding to the physical sensations that the brush was giving her.
Karen felt as though she were in a dreamland, the pills had made her so drowsy that she could hardly coordinate her hand movements, but the sexual instinct and need She had made her perfectly able to keep fucking Mary, making her moan a little at first and then noticing that her little whimpers were turning into grunts, which indicated she would come soon, just like she did when she was masturbating alone under the blankets
"Oh, it feels sooo good, Karen," she said with tears welling up in her eyes, "You're making my cunt feel so good for me."
And suddenly Karen wanted to satisfy her totally, please her like she had never been pleased by a man. And without thinking about it, or caring about it she did something she had never done or though she would ever do.
While still shoving the brush into Mary's soggy pussy she knelt in front of her, between her legs and began to lick the outside of her cunt between strokes of the handle.
This was the first time she had ever tasted a cunt and she knew she liked it immediately. It was what she had really wanted to do with Linda, but couldn't. But for some reason she was now unashamed and uncaring, and as she sucked more and more of Mary's plump cunt lips into her mouth, the bristles of the brush rubbing against her face as she did so, Mary responded dramatically.
Never had any girl ever sucked her cunt, but the sensations it was causing her were beyond her control to stop or want to stop. "Oh, Karen, my beautiful Karen, suck it, suck it hard!"
If there had been any apprehension about what Mary would do or think when she first put her face in her cunt was completely washed away now and a feeling of gratefulness and lust swept through Karen and rested squarely in her hole. She could feel the cum start to drip out of her as she knelt, licking, sucking, and reaming her friend's crack with her brush.
It was when Karen concentrated on Mary's clit that she knew the girl was now no longer in control of her emotions or physical being. "Yes, yes, suck my cut she was saying," shaking her head back and forth, " Please make me cum, please!"
Both girls seemed now to abandon themselves totally to their orgasms. Karen was now licking Mary's clit and plunging her brush into her with a coordinated effort that was causing Mary's ass to pump up and down on her pillow, making her ass-cheeks shake and tremble with each bounce.
Although she could not see Betty, Karen could feel her presence and her excitement. And she could hear her squishy cunt responding to the rapid finger fucking she was giving herself. She made up her mind that she would do this to Betty next, she wanted to taste Betty's cunt next.
Apparently Betty had the same idea. Her passion from watching this incredible scene had mounted to the point that she was no longer in control of herself. This was something she had never before seen or heard of, and here she was, a few feet from Karen's slurping tongue, seeing it lick and bite at Mary's clitoris, sending her into throes of bouncing, cumming pleasure.
What Betty did next was as spontaneous as when Karen had moved to Mary. Bending down behind Karen, whose lovely, tight ass was completely exposed to her she began to rub it affectionately as Karen continued to lick and suck away at Mary.
Betty's touch at first contact had startled Karen, but between the effects of the pills and the pent up lust she was feeling with her mouth full of Mary's salty, sticky cum, she found herself welcoming the warm touch of her other roommate.
If she could have seen Betty's face, mesmerized by the sight of what she was seeing, she would have known what was about to happen next, but she could not see, she only felt it.
At first it was only Betty's finger that began to rub her wide open cunt lips. Gently stroking the wet crack at first, rotating around her sensitive clitoris and then disappearing into her hole. It was exactly what Karen wanted and needed at that moment. Her cunt was burning with desire and Betty was helping to satisfy her.
For a brief second Karen stopped sucking on Mary long enough to moan and say, "Oh, Yes Betty, yes, yes." It was a voice filled with gratitude and longing and upon hearing it Mary opened her eyes and barely able to focus on the scene before her she saw Betty behind Karen, her eyes transfixed in a drugged, sex-crazed stupor, finger fucking her. But this vision only lasted a second because Mary could not control her attention span. There was too much of a sensation coming from her cunt which was now gurgling and sputtering juices over Karen's eager lips and mouth. The long, thin handle of the brush felt much smaller in her hole now as her cum had lubricated it so that it slid in and out easily. She no longer even had any idea of how fast Karen was shoving it in and out of her. Her cunt was almost numb from the fucking it was getting, and her clitoris felt as though it filled the whole area between her legs. Mary knew there was a climax building in her cunt unlike anything she had ever experienced before and she wanted it to continue until it exploded with its full impact.
And as she closed her eyes again, losing herself to her impending orgasm she saw Betty's face lower behind Karen's ass with only her hair visible. And when she heard Karen moan a deep moan from somewhere in her throat she knew instinctively what Betty was doing and it only served to flame the fires of her own passion.
Betty's tongue flicked at Karen's wide open cunt like a snake's. At the first touch of it Karen's ass-hole and cunthole both contracted violently, but as Betty continued to lick at her Karen relaxed and voluntarily spread her legs further apart so that Betty could have better access to her crack. This was what Karen really wanted, her mind told her. This is what she had wanted Linda to do that afternoon. She remembered how she had fingerfucked herself to orgasm as she shoved the brush into Linda, but deep in her subconscious she wanted Linda to make her orgasm.
This was the first time she had ever had her cunt touched by a girl and the first time she had ever had it licked. Neither the chauffeur nor the delivery boy had eaten her, much less fucked her half decently. And as she raised her ass higher in the air so that Betty was free to have complete access to her wet hole she again freed her mouth from Mary's clit and whispered, "Oh, yes, Betty, oh, yes."
The taste of Karen's cunt was something Betty liked immediately. The wet moist taste and feel of it was wonderful. So unlike sucking on a cock, yet so satisfying in a different way.
She was a little sheepish about licking it at first, but as she became used to it she got a little bolder, sticking her tongue into Karen's hole and wiggling it around, stretching and poking at it.
And as Karen responded she began to pump her ass back and forth to meet the thrusts of Betty's tongue and almost in perfect unison with the strokes of the brush handle into Mary's burning hole.
The three of them were entangled in an orgy of sexual lust and lesbian passion that had completely overtaken them now. They no longer thought about the morality of it, whether it was right or wrong to be sucking another girl's cunt, they could only feel the sensations of their orgasms building, and their cum dripping and squirting out of their holes. Three girls caught up in a simultaneous fever-pitch group sex scene that none of them had ever considered was possible. But the slurping, sucking, licking, moaning and whimpering that was getting louder and louder as they continued was proof enough that the event was indeed taking place, and it was something that they loved.
Mary was the first one to climax. Karen could feel it coming as Mary began to bounce her ass off the pillow with an uncontrolled violence. Her stomach muscles also contracted violently and her legs were pumping up and down without any control. Karen wanted this to be good for Mary, she wanted it to be the best she'd ever had, because even in her oblivious condition, she knew in the back of her mind that sucking on Mary's crack was something that she wanted, and wanted to do again.
And as Mary's cunt exploded with a great force of cum shooting out, it splattered across Karen's face, leaving it wet and sticky. But Karen was not even aware of what her face now looked like, dripping with cum. All that she was aware of was Mary's very loud grunts and her cries of "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!' And then Karen was pushed over the edge of orgasm by Betty's busy tongue. But it was not just her tongue that made her shoot her load. At the instant Mary began to grunt and scream, while still licking madly away, Betty rammed her middle finger all the way up into Karen's tight, virgin ass-hole. Karen let out a shriek of her own as she came, her own sticky, liquid shooting out onto Betty's hands and her ass pumping wildly so that Betty had to grab it and hold on to keep Karen from displacing her furiously thrusting finger.
Her pussy was hot and wet.
And as the other two girls climaxed with their loud cries and wild pumping, Betty also came, her own cunt exploding juices into the palm of her free hand which had been buried deep in her cunt the whole time.
The three of them climaxed together again as they had done the night before and it was beautiful. And when they were done they slumped over one another in an exhausted pile and never noticed the door to their room being opened by the dorm supervisor, Eve Weaver.
CHAPTER SIX
The next afternoon Karen was summoned from her math class by a messenger sent by Headmistress Mollingford. When her teacher called her name and told her where she was to go, Karen was instantly filled with a sense of apprehension. Betty was also in her class and as Karen gathered her books and belongings for the trip to the Headmistress's office, she glanced at Betty, who also had a look of fear on her face. Karen felt her legs trembling as she walked out of the classroom and walked down the hallway on her way out of the building.
Headmistress Mollingford had her office in another smaller building across the compound. Karen had never been in the building before, which most girls said was good luck. Usually only girls who were disciplinary problems, either scholastically or otherwise, were summoned to her office.
As Karen slowly strode towards the building she knew very well why she had been summoned and she was becoming more fearful with each step of what was going to happen to her when she got there.
She remembered last night, although only with a fogged memory, even though she was ashamed when it happened. She remembered Miss Weaver standing over them after she had turned the room lights on and how she looked at them with a disgusted and defiant look on her face.
There was no hiding what had just gone on between them. Miss Weaver had entered the room just as they had all finished cuming. The room smelled of their sex and sweat and they were all piled in a tangled heap. Mary was lying there with the brush handle still firmly implanted in her hole, and Betty still had had middle finger shoved in Karen's ass-hole, even though they were no longer moving.
As the three of them slowly returned to reality from their sexual rocket ride, they began to grasp the situation. That their noise and moaning had alerted their strict dorm supervisor, Miss Weaver. She has passkeys to every room in the dorm and she entered just as they were completing their frenzied daisy-chain of sex.
But even though they had been discovered in this humiliating position, they could still not fully respond to the gravity of it because of the effects of the pills. They were not only sexually and physically exhausted, they were stoned.
Miss Weaver then flicked on the light switch and illuminated the room for a clearer view of the girls. She had closed the door behind her immediately so that no one else had seen her enter. When the three girls were finally aware enough and scared enough to regain some of their composure Miss Weaver ordered them the stand up in front of her. " Even as stoned and scared as she was Karen could still remember most of what she had said.
"What is going on here?! " she demanded, looking down at them with a rierce look. "You stand up this instant and explain yourselves." And as the three girls began to slowly respond to her command she said to Mary, "take that brush out of your cunt young lady and hand it to me."
Karen remembered how humiliated and confused Mary looked as she slowly removed the long handle from her oozing cunt, and how her hole made a loud farting noise as she removed it. In the deadly serious silence of the room the juicy, burping noise sounded magnified to her a hundred times.
Mary stood up with the other two and sheepishly handed the brush to Miss Weaver, the handle still smeared with her cunt juice and soaking Miss Weaver's palm when she took it from her.
"Just what have you three little sluts been doing in here?" she demanded. Karen remembered being shocked to hear Miss Weaver use a phrase like that. She always looked so prim and proper and official acting. She was very authoritative, and the street slang word, slut coming from her mouth alarmed Karen. She sensed that Miss Weaver must be extremely upset and angry.
Before any one of them had a chance to say anything in return she said, "You don't have to tell me what you were doing, because I saw it for myself. And this brush handle is evidence enough! The three of you are disgusting, little pigs! If you think you can act like little tramps in this dormitory you are mistaken! Now the three of you little perverts get into your beds and you will be dealt with tomorrow!"
Now, as Karen entered, Headmistress Mollingford's office she was frightened because she knew there would be no way to explain the situation to the Headmistress, or lie her way out of it.
When Karen finally reported to the office superintendent she was told to go not to Headmistress Mollingford's office, but to the one next to it. The disciplinary office.
When she entered, her legs were shaking and her stomach felt so queasy that she thought she would throw up soon, she saw no one in the room at all. She felt suddenly a little bit better and gazed around the office somewhat in surprise. It was a very nice, very comfortable looking office and she suddenly wondered why they called it the disciplinary office. But then she remembered that Headmistress Mollingford's office was right next door and she was afraid again.
There were two doors on opposite sides of the office and when the one on the far wall opened Miss Weaver strode in wearing her usual business-like attire, Karen felt a sweep of humiliation come over her.
She remembered Miss Weaver's face as she stared at her lying on the floor and watched
Betty remove her finger from her ass-hole. And she remembered Miss Weaver defiantly telling her to wipe Mary's cum off her face. The memory of being discovered like that, and the humiliation it caused her now overwhelmed any of the fear she was feeling. She couldn't look Miss Weaver in the eye as she closed the door behind her and walked to her desk Sitting down behind it she looked disgustedly at Karen and said, "Put your books down and sit in that chair you little slut."
There again was that word. For some reason, coming from Miss Weaver made her feel the most totally ashamed of herself that she ever had.
She quickly obeyed Miss Weaver's command and sat opposite her desk on a straight backed wooden chair that looked out of place in this office.
"What you young sluts did last night was disgusting," she said immediately. Karen's eyes were lowered in total subjugation, but Miss Weaver ordered her to raise them and look at her when she was speaking.
Karen did so but already her vision was hampered by the beginnings of tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She wanted to say something that would make Miss Weaver understand that what had happened last night between the three of them was not something disgusting and perverted, but something that was done out of affection and need, and impulse. But she knew it was not her place to speak yet, and she doubted that she could anyway. She knew her voice would be too choked with emotion to say anything meaningful.
"Headmistress Mollingford will be in her office shortly," Miss Weaver said coldly while folding her hands together on the top of her desk. She doesn't know about this incident yet, but I intend to inform her of it as soon as she arrives. When she's told about it, you and your two slutty roommates will be expelled from this school forever and the fact that you are sexual deviates will go down on your permanent record here and any other school which requests your records.
Karen sat in dumbfounded silence. She hadn't really considered what the consequences of what happened last night would be. She had been too consumed with shame and humiliation to be much concerned with punishment And when she had thought of it briefly she hadn't imagined expulsion from the school. After all, her parents had paid a large amount of money to this school, she didn't think they could expel her.
Almost as if reading her mind, Miss Weaver continued, "the money that your parents have paid for tuition is non-refundable, as they agreed to when signing your tuition contract. They will lose every penny."
The thought of her parents finding out she had been thrown out of school for being caught having sex with girls, and on top of that, not getting their money back suddenly filled Karen with a feeling of dismal helplessness. She couldn't even imagine what her parents would do to her next.
Suddenly Karen wanted to plead with Miss Weaver, try to explain what had happened, beg her not to report the incident to Headmistress Mollingford , and Miss Weaver sensed it because she said, "is there something you wanted to say Miss Karen Tramp?"
Again the humiliation of her tone of voice and the impending doom it carried with it made Karen grimace with a painful expression. But she knew she had to say something in her defense, something to try and work herself out of this situation.
But when she finally had collected her emotions to the point where she could speak, the only thing that came blurting out of her mouth was "Oh, please Miss Weaver, please don't have me thrown out of school!" And as soon as she started speaking, tears began rolling down her cheeks as testament to her frightened state.
"I'm not having you thrown out of school," Miss Weaver said back calmly, Headmistress Mollingford will be the one who expels you when I tell her.
The words that came out next were blurted as an instinct to save herself without even having to think about it. "Then please don't tell Headmistress Mollingford," she begged with an urgent tone.
Miss Weaver sat and coolly appraised Karen, who was trying to stop crying and retain her composure. A small, wicked twist came to the corners of her mouth as she waited a few seconds and then said, "It is my job and my responsibility to report this incident to Headmistress Mollingford. Besides being your dormitory supervisor I am also in charge of the disciplinary committee directly under Headmistress Mollingford.
Karen's only hope began to fade more and more as Miss Weaver continued to speak. "What you did last night was disgusting. We don't want little sluts attending this fine, educational institution. For infractions of most rules at this school you are disciplined according to strict standards, but for what you were involved in last night I don't think mere discipline will be adequate to Headmistress Mollingford."
Karen sat as still as she had when she first sat down except for the slight heaving of her chest and rippling in her throat as she struggled to keep herself from crying.
"Please," she asked again pathetically, "please don't tell the Headmistress. Well never do anything like that again," she promised. "Can't I just be disciplined for breaking some other rule?"
Miss Weaver leaning closer to the edge of her desk so that she was a little closer to Karen and said, "You mean for some other rule like ... taking drugs?" Almost in a flash Karen remembered the downs that Betty had given them. With everything else she was worried about she hadn't even though about them. And now that she did she wondered quickly how Miss Weaver even knew about them.
Again, as if she were reading Karen's mind, Miss Weaver said, "Betty left the bottle on the desk. I have them right here." And as proof she pulled out the bottle of pills from the drawer and sat them on top of the desk for Karen to see.
She lowered her eyes quickly in defeat, but was told to raise them again, which she did. Then Miss Weaver pulled out Karen's hairbrush, with the long thick wooden handle that Mary had ashamedly pulled out of her hole and handed to her the night before.
"I think this is all the evidence we'll need to show the Headmistress and your parents," she added with a cruel tone.
"Oh, please, no" Karen blurted out. The sudden thought of her mother and father that she had fucked herself and another girl with her brush was terrifying to her."
To embarrass and humiliate Karen even further, to exert her power over the frightened young girl Miss Weaver handed Karen the brush and made her take it. Karen did so, her hand trembling, wondering what the purpose of it was.
"I want you to smell the handle and tell me what you smell," ordered Miss Weaver without the slightest faltering. She was dead serious and Karen knew it.
Raising the handle of the hairbrush to her nose she lightly smelled it, but could immediately identify the odor of her pussy juice. Even if she had not know what had happened with that brush, the odor was unmistakable.
"Sniff it harder," ordered Miss Weaver, 'and, louder!'
Again Karen obeyed immediately and sniffed at the handle with loud snorting noises.
"Now tell me what you smell," she was ordered again.
Karen struggled to bring herself to say it, but couldn't at first. She was struggling to keep her composure and although tears were again slowly trickling down her cheeks she knew by the look on Miss Weaver's face that she would have to comply with the order. And now. :
"I ... I...," she began to stammer, holding back the sobs that she wanted to cry.
"You what?" taunted Miss Weaver, "You smell what?"
"I smell pussy juice Miss Weaver," she said obediently and trying to please Miss Weaver.
"And how did pussy juice get on the handle of that hairbrush?" she confined to taunt and interrogate Karen.
"This time Karen could not suppress the sob that emanated from her chest. It was a final defeated, humiliating and sorrowful sigh.
"Pussy juice got on the handle," she struggled to explain after she caught her breath again, "from Mary Brewster's pussy."
Attacking her like a cross-examining lawyer, Miss Weaver quickly asked, "Did Mary Brewster stick that handle into her pussy?"
"No," Karen said sadly shaking her head, not even trying to deny it, "I stuck that brush into Mary's pussy."
"And you fucked her with it until she came all over it and that's why it stinks the way it does now. Isn't that right?" Miss Weaver demanded with the satisfaction of someone who knows they're right.
Again Karen nodded her head in the affirmative and barely able to talk between the tears, but saying, "Yes Miss Weaver, I fucked her with it and it's her stink on it."
Karen now felt lost. She knew she would be expelled. But through her own despair she thought of the love she had for her two roommates and the affection she had for them. They were two of the closest friends she'd ever had. She suddenly though that perhaps she could save them from the same fate by taking full responsibility for the incident.
"It wasn't Mary's idea to be fucked with the brush Miss Weaver, it was my idea."
To show Karen that she knew she was trying to cover up for her two friends Miss Weaver retaliated with, "And who's idea was it for Betty to eat your pussy and stick her finger in your ass-hole?"
Even though she knew she had been found that way, the words coming from Miss Weaver were still humiliating her. But she still tried to keep up the front.
"That was my idea too," she told Miss Weaver, "I made Betty finger-fuck my ass-hole. They've never done anything like this before," she said.
"Oh, but you have," Miss Weaver countered again triumphantly.
Karen was sorry she had said it like that because she know felt that Miss Weaver knew even more, and if she was to go on trying to defend her friends and roommates she would have to admit to it.
"Yes, I have," she said, lowering her eyes again. "I've fucked another girl with a hairbrush. It was all my idea."
Miss Weaver sat silent for a moment and appraised Karen. "This is more serious than I thought," she said out loud, but as if she had intended to talk to herself. "If what you say is true, then possibly your two roommates were led astray by your bad influence."
Karen said nothing, but nodded her head as if agreeing with her.
Then, as an afterthought, and attempt to again involve her roommates she said, "But Betty still had pills. Downers, as you young sluts call them. Did you convince her to pass them out too?"
Again Karen said nothing, but slightly moved her head to indicate that she had.
Miss Weaver knew she was lying, but she had her where she wanted her. She sat silent another moment or two eyeing her prey before pouncing.
"I'm going to have to reconsider this for a day or two," she informed a surprised Karen. "This is very serious and I don't want to have to see any girl expelled unless it's absolutely necessary and she deserves it."
Suddenly Karen felt a small ray of hope. Not so much for herself really because she felt that she was lost, but for Mary and Betty. If Miss Weaver would believe her lies than maybe she could keep them from having to face Headmistress Mollingford and being thrown out.
Miss Weaver abruptly changed her tone and manner as though she had just reached a long sought after decision.
"I want you to go back to your classroom and continue on your normal schedule for the rest of the day. Tonight, after you've completed your assigned homework I want you to appear at my room. I want you there no later than ten o.'clock. Do you understand that you little slut?"
Karen was so relieved to be leaving the office without having to face the Headmistress, and the knowledge that Miss Weaver still might not involve Betty and Mary that she didn't even react to the phrase "slut" this time, even though Miss Weaver still said it with the most degrading tone of voice and expression on her face.
"You've got some further explaining to do tonight," she explained, "and depending upon the outcome of our little conversation, I'll decide as to what to tell the Headmistress tomorrow and who I shall tell it about."
Not yet in control of her emotions Karen began to sob lightly again, more as a relief, she thought, than trauma.
"Now get on your way," Miss Weaver said dismissing her, "and remember, be at my room no later than ten O'clock or you'll be punished for that too."
"Yes Ma'am," she replied as she obeyed and left the office.
And as she walked back across the compound to her classroom, she felt a strange sense of somehow she could work her way out of this along with her roommates. Somehow she had to keep from being expelled from school. If only she could find a way to do it. If only Miss Weaver wouldn't tell the Headmistress . ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
At ten o'clock that night Karen stood in front of Miss Weaver's private room and took a deep breath to steady herself. A day and night long, after leaving Miss Weaver's office she had thought about this coming confrontation and how she would hopefully handle it. She was trying to maintain a confident state of mind as to the outcome, She of course had told Mary and Betty about what had happened in Miss Weaver's office and how she had to appear at her room at ten O'clock. Upon hearing the news of their probably, impending expulsion from the school both Mary and Betty cried. They too felt the humiliation and shame of having been caught engaging in their little orgy.
Mary said she would never be able to forget the feeling of mixed fear and degradation as she removed the brush handle from her crack and handed it to Miss Weaver. If her parents found out about it she was sure they would disown her forever.
And Betty was upset also. Not just by being caught with her two roommates, but also by the fact that Miss Weaver had mentioned to Karen that she knew the pills had been hers. Her parents were as strict as Karen's and when it came to any kind of drugs, they were violently opposed to any of their children using them.
Before Karen left their room to make her way to Miss Weaver's room, both of them had given her a big hug and cried. And when Mary cried, she also sobbed out, "if only you hadn't shoved that brush into my pussy Karen. It was all your fault. I've never had sex with a girl before you made me."
Mary blurted this out as an emotional release more than a serious accusation against
Karen, for she didn't really blame Karen, but she was afraid. It was just easier for her to bear if she could blame it on someone else. And after all, it had been Karen who had initiated the orgy. Until last night they had mutually masturbated, but they hadn't touched each other. If Miss Weaver had walked in while they were masturbating themselves, they could have noticed her in time and appeared as though they were just sitting around talking and listening to records. But there was no way of explain their way out of the group sex scene which Miss Weaver encountered when she walked into the room. And it had been Karen's brush, tongue and hands that had caused her to orgasms and make noise moaning. So it was Karen's fault they were caught, but she I found that she couldn't hate her for it, no matter how hard she tried.
But as Karen had made her way down the hallway and downstairs to the dorm supervisor's room, she couldn't help repeated Mary's words in her head.
"It was your idea to shove that brush in my cunt. I couldn't help myself from moaning. That brush handle was so thick! And the bristles were scratching against my clitoris! It's still sore today!"
Karen had stood silent and feeling defenseless as Mary accused her of being the reason they were all now going to be expelled, and she felt terrible.
The image of Mary standing there with big tears rolling down her cheeks saying, "I've never had a girl eat my pussy or do anything like that to me before. Me and Betty have always had sex with boys. You're the one who told us about Linda. You're the one who's done queer stuff before!"
As she came closer and closer to Miss Weaver's door Karen found herself wondering if it were true, if it had all been her fault. And she also found herself wondering if she were a lesbian. It was true that the best sex, just about the only sex she'd ever had was with girls.
But as she reached Miss Weaver's door her thoughts vanished with the trembling she now felt in her stomach and legs. This was surely going to be her only chance to adequately explain what had happened and somehow save Betty and Mary. And herself if it was possible.
She timidly knocked on the door and stood waiting for it to open. What was only seconds seemed like hours to her as she stood frozen, waiting for the door to open. But it did not. Was it possible that Miss Weaver wasn't here? Had she forgotten about telling her to appear here at ten o'clock? For a brief second Karen's heart skipped a beat and a flash of hope soared through her. Was it possible Miss Weaver had forgotten about the whole affair? Or decided that she would give them a second chance and not tell the Headmistress? If only that could be true!
As much as she wanted to, Karen dared not leave yet. She forced herself to knock on the door again, only this time a little louder. She stood and waited again, the time dragging by more slowly than she had ever experienced it before. Her pulse was racing as she began to feel a great relief and beginning to let herself believe that Miss Weaver was not in her room as she said she would be.
Karen decided she would knock one more time and then leave, and as she raised her nand to do so, the door opened and Karen's heart and hopes sunk like an anchor in the ocean.
"Well, at least you're punctual," Miss Weaver said to the dejected Karen, "it's a good way to start off this little meeting." And opening the door for Karen to enter, she did so without any further word from Miss Weaver.
After closing and locking the door Miss Weaver turned to Karen and said, "I've been giving this situation serious consideration all day. Headmistress Mollingford arrived at her office only moments after I dismissed you, and I was about to inform her of the depraved little scene you three were involved in last night, but I didn't. As I told you earlier, I don't wish to see any girl expelled from this school unless she totally deserves it."
"Yes Ma'am," Karen responded courteously, remembering Mary and Betty standing in their room crying.
Miss Weaver told Karen to sit on the couch which was in a little living room separate from the bedroom. Miss Weaver also had a little kitchen and bathroom which none of the students' rooms had. Miss Weaver sat on the couch next to her but a few feet away.
Karen's eyes quickly swept the room as she tried to adjust herself to .being there. Although not very big, it was comfortable and well furnished. Very nice and neat and clean. It was obvious that an orderly person lived there.
But it was Miss Weaver that Karen noticed the most. There was something different about her that caught her attention. She didn't know what it was at first, but it suddenly dawned on her that it was as simple as her appearance.
During the day Miss Weaver was always a stern looking, very business-like woman. Her hair was alway pulled back and tied in a tight bun at the back of her head. It was that way now, but Miss Weaver was not wearing her usual working uniform. She was dressed in a casual, calf length skirt and short sleeve white blouse that was clinging more tightly and showing more of her chest that Karen had ever noticed. Miss Weaver, Karen couldn't help thinking had pretty big tits, and the thin material of the blouse was actually showing the indentations from the points of her nipples. But perhaps the biggest change in Miss Weaver's person was her face. It looked more relaxed and attractive in the atmosphere and privacy of her own room. And Karen also noticed, perhaps for the first time, she thought, that Miss Weaver was wearing a small amount of make-up. In the quickness of the time that she had to appraise Miss Weaver she couldn't recollect if she had ever seen make-up on Miss Weaver before.
But that question soon disappeared from her mind with the words spoken by Miss Weaver. "It is my responsibility to decide what is to be done with you and your slutty roommates."
Again, that word "slut" took her by surprise and reminded her of what trouble she was in. Miss Weaver noticed her reaction to the word and questioned her about it.
"You are a slut, you know, she said matter-of-factly to Karen, "your behavior proves that. As well as your roommates. If you think differently I would like to hear why right now."
Karen was confused and intimidated by Miss Weaver's direct confrontation and her name calling and she instinctively decided it would be better for her if she were not to contradict Miss Weaver.
When Karen remained silent Miss Weaver continued with her line of questioning. "Good," she said, "I'm glad you agree with me. It will help us in our dealings with this problem. Because I treat the girls in this dormitory by the way they act. You act like a slut so I will treat you like one. And the first order of business is for you to apologize to me for acting like the tramp you are."
"Karen was not about to challenge Miss Weaver's dictations so she immediately said, "I'm sorry Miss Weaver for acting like I did." The words did not come out easily, for her lips were trembling slightly, but she said them and at least felt better that it was over with. But she was right away thrown back into a state of agitation when Miss Weaver shook her head with a look of displeasure.
"That is not good enough, slut," she said. "Now stand up and give me a full apology for what you did last night, and you'll refer to yourself as what you are. A vulgar little slut."
Karen suddenly knew that she would have to say the most humiliating things about herself, standing alone and helpless in front of Miss Weaver. She was afraid, but she knew she must do this. She knew she must show remorse and repent for what had happened if she were to have any chance of getting Mary and Betty gut of trouble.
Rising slowly, Karen stood and faced Miss Weaver. Wetting her lips and trying to control the tight, squeezing feeling in her throat she began her apology.
"I apologize, Miss Weaver for behaving like a slut."
Miss Weaver nodded her head in the beginning of approval and it helped to spur Karen on. She continued.
"I'm sorry for what happened last night in our room...."
By the change of expression on Miss Weaver's face Karen knew she would have to rephrase her statement, and she knew she would have to make it intimate, and graphically humiliating.
"I'm sorry for fucking Mary with the brush handle, making her cum. She didn't ask me to do it," she quickly added, remembering Mary's words to her before she left the room, "she's never had sex with a girl before. It was my fault. I was the one who sucked her pussy and fucked her." Karen stopped momentarily to appraise Miss Weaver, to see if she was in accordance with her orders. She felt that she was.
"And I'm sorry for Betty fingerfucking my ass-hole and licking me. She wasn't at fault either. Betty's never done anything like that before. Even though we all acted like the sluts we are, it was all my fault. I'm the biggest slut of all."
Miss Weaver seemed pleased as she sat and listened to Karen's apology, soaking in the sight of the dejected, humiliated young woman standing before her. She noticed how Karen was trembling, and how her chest was heaving in order to maintain control over herself and keep from breaking into tears.
"And are you sorry for taking drugs too?" she challenged Karen, adding a heavier load of guilt upon the helpless girl.
"Oh, yes, yes I am Miss Weaver. I'll never do it again."
"Oh yes you will" Miss Weaver said rising from the couch. "You're going to take two of those pills again right now. You're going to be in the same perverted state of mind that you were last night when you committed your disgusting display of animalism. You are going to be disciplined for your actions and I want you in the same condition as you were so that you'll relate more to why you're being punished."
Miss Weaver was now handing Karen two of the downers and a glass of water.
"Take these you little whore," she commanded. "A slutty little drug addict needs her pills."
Karen dared not contest her will and she quickly popped the pills into her mouth, took a drink of water, threw her head back and swallowed the pills.
"Girls who take drugs disgust me," Miss Weaver said to her as she took away the glass. She walked into her kitchen area and put the glass in the sink. "Come in here and wash this glass out," she ordered Karen, "I'm not going to be inconvenienced by it."
Karen was grateful for being able to move, for she felt that if she had to stand in that position any longer her knees would give out and she would crumple to the floor in a tearful heap.
Standing next to Miss Weaver Karen ran the tap and picked up the glass which was the only article in the sink. She grabbed the small sponge that was lying next to the sink in its own little tray and began to rut the glass with it.
"Put soap on the sponge first," Miss Weaver said, with an annoyed tone. "Were you brought up in a barn? Don't you have ANY manners?" And then, as if answering herself, she said out loud, "Of course you don't. Sluts don't have manners. Miss Weaver then handed
Karen the small plastic bottle of liquid dish detergent and watched as the helpless girl squeezed some onto the sponge and started her task over. This time there was a large amount of soap suds to cover the glass with inside and out, and after thoroughly washing and rinsing the glass Karen put it in the plastic dish drainer next to the sink where there were other plates and glasses drying from Miss Weaver's dinner. Karen then turned off the water and put the soapy sponge back in its resting place.
"We're not done with that sponge yet," said Miss Weaver with enough of an ominous tone in her voice that Karen knew something bad was about to happen. And as she stood frozen, afraid to speak or move, Miss Weaver picked up the sponge and lightly squeezed it, sending out a puff of suds and bubbles.
And as a means of explanation for what she was about to do she said to Karen" you have a filthy mouth. A disgusting, filthy mouth that takes drugs and sucks on other girl's cunts. And I'm going to begin to teach you not to have a filthy mouth anymore. I'm going to wash it out until it's clean again."
And as Karen stood there defenseless against this woman she wanted to cry out or run from the room, but she knew she couldn't. She knew she had to accept Miss Weaver's punishment. If she were going to get out of this mess, and get Betty and Mary out of trouble, she was going to have to comply with any measures Miss Weaver saw fit to use to punish her. She knew that Miss Weaver was head of the disciplinary board and she would punish her in any event. In order to keep herself from losing her control and to bare-up under what Miss Weaver was about to do to her, she told herself that it was better to be punished here in private than to have to go in front of the whole board and have made public what had happened. For she told herself, that as of this moment, Miss Weaver was still the only person who knew what had taken place in their room last night.
Still standing in her place at the sink, Karen kept her hands at her side as Miss Weaver grabbed her by the back of her hair, pulled her head slightly backwards and tilted towards her and said, "Now open your slutty little mouth."
Closing her eyes in complete abdication of her own will, Karen obeyed Miss Weaver and opened her mouth.
"Open it wider," Miss Weaver said, not satisfied with her performance, "and keep your eyes open. I want you to see what happens to girl's who behave like sluts.
And with those words Miss Weaver held the sponge over Karen's wide open mouth and squeezed it so that a steady, thick stream of soap suds dripped into her tongue, and started to slide down her throat.
The taste of the detergent was awful and Karen almost gagged as her mouth filled up with it.
"You stand still," Miss Weaver warned her as she sensed Karen's reaction.
And as Karen looked at her out of the corners of her tearing eyes she saw the triumphant, sneering expression of Miss Weaver's face as she began to scrub her tongue, teeth, and the inside of her mouth with the sponge. When she was done with her administrations she casually put the sponge back in its tray and told the crying Karen to rinse out her mouth and wash the glass again when she was done. She then went back into the living room, sat on the couch and waited for her young, humiliated prey to finish the task she had been assigned.
And as she watched Karen cleaning out the gobs of soapy detergent from her mouth, crying, choking and gagging from its effects she felt a feeling of power build inside her and she became determined to make this beautiful, rich little bitch suffer the worst humiliations she could conceive. Although it was only a flash , over in an instant, Miss Weaver felt her contempt for Karen above all her other feelings and sensations. She felt contempt for all the money her parents had, how she had grown up in the lap of luxury, given everything that money could by her. Why, the tuition for this school alone was more than Miss Weaver could make in three years of working. Miss Weaver had always been poor, and had to work very, very hard for whatever she had gotten. She had worked for a scholarship to college while holding down two jobs to support herself. She worked as a waitress in imagine restaurants where rich bastards like Karen's mother and father spent their evenings eating like pigs and drinking themselves into stupid, drunken states.
She had always hated the work, having to wait on these spoiled, pretentious people, acting in the capacity of a servant when she knew she was smarter and had more smarts and class than most of them. But she had to act subservient to all of them until she could work herself through school, which she finally did. But the memory of that humiliating work, and the abuse she had taken from the so-called "society people" that she had waited on never left her.
And here, in this school for rich, undisciplined, spoiled little brat bitches, she was now in a position to treat the children of these wealthy bastards like they had regarded her, like an unuseful, disposable servant.
Twenty minutes later, after Karen had cleaned the sink and regained her composure, she was again seated on the sofa next to Miss Weaver. But the pills had now begun to take effect and a drowsy, half-alert expression of someone on downers began to show. And realizing that she was beginning to get off on the pills, Karen felt a sense of gratitude and relief. She knew she was not done here yet, that Miss Weaver was not going to let her go back to her room yet, and being stoned would help her get through whatever else was in store for her.
She didn't have to wait long to find out what that was either, as Miss Weaver went into the bedroom for a moment and returned with a short, black waitresses' uniform. There was a short white apron to go along with it and a triangled-shaped hat. "Go and put this on," she was ordered, Miss Weaver pointing to the bathroom. "And be quick about it."
Karen wanted to ask why, but dared not. Instead she got up on her increasingly unsteady legs and went into the bathroom to change. As she did Miss Weaver leaned back on the sofa and massaged her aching nipples, which were straining through the material of her dress. "Yes," she though to herself, "she would treat this little rich bitch the way she deserved." And the knowledge of what was to come gave heat to the feelings of power within her. And as these feelings grew in intensity a sexual heat was also growing, which she was now cultivating by massaging her breasts and nipples.
When Karen emerged from the bathroom Miss Weaver smiled a cruel, satisfied smile. Standing in the high-heeled shoes she had also given her, with her little hat perched atop her head Karen was the perfect image of a sexy little cocktail waitress. And again it immediately brought back all the memories of when she herself had worn an almost identical outfit and had been subjected to the snide, rude sexual remarks by all the drunk rich men, and the disgusting, groping hands and fingers that they had felt her with hundreds of times as she walked past them or served them drinks. She quickly, but vividly remembered how those drunk pigs would purposefully drop things and order her to bend over and pick them up so that they could get a clear view of her crotch and ass. The dresses were always short because the management of the restaurant knew that the men loved it that way. And she was always required to wear black panties so as when she did bend over it wouldn't be as obvious. She remembered all the shame and humiliation she had suffered at the hands of those dirty, stinking rich bastards, and as she stared at Karen she experienced an evil, but satisfying feeling.
The hem of the waitress's uniform which Karen was wearing was extremely short. Miss Weaver had sewn it that way on purpose. She wanted Karen to be as exposed and humiliated as she had always been and felt. The hem of this dress came only about an inch below her crotch and ass-cheeks and as she walked across the room on command, trying to steady herself on her high-heels, her small blue bikini underwear were visible. After walking across the room Karen stood in front of Miss Weaver who was still seated.
"I think maybe I'll make you my permanent little maid," she said eyeing her up and down like she was a piece of property. "Wouldn't you like that, you little slut?"
Even though her mind was fogging more and more rapidly now, Karen knew she was expected to answer in the affirmative, and she did. "Yes, Ma'am," she said with a slur of words, "I'd like to be your maid."
"Good," said Miss Weaver as if Karen had just gotten the job, "but a few alterations have to be made. Take off those panties."
Karen wanted to object, to ask why that was necessary, but she couldn't. She could not go again Miss Weaver's will. Bending down and holding on to the arm of the sofa for support she raised on leg at a time and slid the panties off, giving Miss Weaver as good a view of her tender, young pink cunt lips as her two roommates had when they sat cross-legged in a circle wearing only their nighties.
"So that's your hot crack that's caused all this trouble?" Miss Weaver said rather than asked. And as she said it she held the front of the dress up so that Karen's whole patch of pubic hair and cunt mound was plainly visible. Karen knew she expected a reply. "Yes Ma'am,"
"Well, we're going to fix it good," she said ominously, but with determination. "And maybe if you're really sorry, I won't have to tell Headmistress Mollingford."
Karen felt a great burden lift from her. She found herself thanking Miss Weaver in earnest. She was actually grateful to this woman who had already washed her mouth out with soap and who now had her dressed as a maid.
And even though Karen was standing there in front of her, at her complete disposal, helpless to prevent her from keeping her dress lifted in front of her so that she stood with her cunt fully exposed, she felt that she could get through the rest of this ordeal. She had no idea of why Miss Weaver had made her dress this way, or why she had made her remove her panties and was now staring at her cunt, but she didn't care. This humiliation, this punishment was worth it. Betty and Mary would be so relieved to hear that she had saved them.
And trying to stand still, her legs wobbling from the effects of the pills and the great sigh of relief that had swept over her she didn't or couldn't if she wanted to, resist Miss Weaver from taking the scanty pair of blue bikini panties and using them to wipe her cunt with. Miss Weaver pulled apart the lips of Karen's vulnerable cunt and wiped at it until the crotch of the panties was wet and sticky.
And then looking at Karen with a self-satisfied smirk she told her, "We'll use this as a gag for you so when I spank your naughty crack, no one will hear it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Betty and Mary found out they weren't going to be expelled from school because Miss Weaver had consented to not telling Headmistress Mollingford about what happened, they were ecstatically happy. They had been saved from what would have happened to them if they had been thrown out of school.
Karen was so happy to see them happy that she blocked most of what had happened in Miss Weaver's room out of her mind as not being as bad as it was. She would be able to spend the rest of the year here with her best friends and life would go on as if nothing had happened. Except, that is, for the fact that Miss Weaver still knew what had gone on and Karen was going to have to spend some more time in her room on certain nights.
Karen hadn't told Betty and Mary the whole story or that before leaving Miss Weaver's room she had consented to becoming Miss Weaver's personal maid and waitress whenever she was ordered. Miss Weaver had assured her that it wouldn't interfere with her school work or her other endeavors, but she had demanded as a stipulation to not telling the Headmistress of what had happened and having them all thrown out of school that was that Karen would continue to receive private disciplinary sessions to help correct her perverted nature.
In the condition she had been in when she agreed to Miss Weaver's demand s she could have hardly done otherwise, and really didn't remember much of what to had consented to, but she knew that when Miss Weaver summoned her, she would have to go obediently and wear her uniform.
That night was Friday night, and upon hearing the good news that afternoon, Betty and Mary insisted that they all three celebrate their good fortune. There was a dance being held at another private school only about an hour away, but this school was coed. There would be boys there and Betty and Mary insisted that they treat Karen to as much beer as she wanted to drink. It was their treat for Karen having gotten them off the hook.
Karen liked the idea at once, but she suddenly wondered if they would be able to go. "Betty assured her right away that it was a school approved dance for anyone of the girls who wanted to go. There would be plenty of faculty supervision from both Easton School and Marchmount, the site of the dance.
That day classes went quickly and in the early evening they were in their rooms, finishing dressing. They were all three excited about the dance and elated by the promise of Miss Weaver not to report them. Their terrible worries had disappeared and they now thought of nothing but the good time they were going to have that night.
At least most of it was forgotten. Karen, besides the brief time she spent thinking about what she would be required to do in the future was reminded about the previous night in another way.
Although it was not outright painful, and would not cause her any damage, her slightly swollen cunt mound ached from the slapping it had received by Miss Weaver the night before.
While Betty and Mary were putting the finishing touches to their clothes and make-up, Karen found her mind wandering quickly back to the most humiliating night of her life. Even now, the memory was enough to cause a ripple of chill tingles to flow along her back.
The sight of Miss Weaver's face, so close to hers as she pulled her head down by her chin and in a tone of voice of someone speaking to a child she told Karen to open her mouth wide again, like she had done when "we washed it out". And when she complied with the order, the tastes and texture of her own crotch-soaked panties being stuffed into her mouth as an effective gag against any sounds she might make.
"You'd better hurry up," Mary said to Karen as she sat as if in a trance, "We don't want to miss the bus.'
Karen was snapped back to reality only momentarily long enough to acknowledge Mary. "I'm ready she," she told her friend. As soon as Mary turned back to the mirror, Karen's mind immediately transported her back to where she had just left off.
"Hurry up," is exactly what Miss Weaver had said to her. After the panties had been stuffed into her mouth Miss Weaver had said, "Now you're going to get this nasty little cunt of yours smacked for doing what you were doing with it."
By this point Karen was almost beyond control of herself. Besides the pills which had kicked in full-force, there was the unbelievable humiliation and sense of complete captivity that overwhelmed her and put her completely in the control of this woman who was now marching her into the bedroom for the purpose of spanking her cunt. In all the years that her father had spanked her as a punishment on the buttocks, never had she ever considered or could have conceived being spanked on the pussy. But now it was about to happen to her.
When they entered the bedroom Miss Weaver flicked the wall switch, and a light illuminated the room. She ordered Karen to lie flat on her back on the bed so that her ass was on the edge of the bed and her legs were hanging over the edge.
After lying down and spreading her legs wide she really couldn't remember anything except that stinging, smacking, and finally numbing punishment she received from Miss Weaver's palm.
Ordering her to put her hands behind her back under her, so that she held herself in bondage, Miss Weaver positioned herself sitting up on the bed next to Karen. Holding her legs open and apart she then began a spanking of the sobbing girl's cunt.
At first it was light blows directly on the mound of her cunt, but with precision she opened Karen's cunt lips and steadily began smacking the crack and hole itself.
If Karen had had to describe to anyone what she felt as she lay there in that condition, her arms pinned behind her, her own cum stained panties stuffed into her bulging mouth, dressed in a waitress's uniform as Miss Weaver sat there beating her pussy, she could not. She would not be able to put those feelings into words, which was one reason she did not want to tell Betty and Mary.
But she remembered the result of the pussy-spanking with a curious fogged vividness. At first she cried from fear and physical pain, but after awhile it became a smacking, burning heat which inflamed her cunt and though she still could not believe it as she sat thinking about it, she had actually cum as Miss Weaver finished the task of disciplining her pussy. With her last whacks, cum squirted out of her abused hole with each impact until she cried from the force of the orgasm.
And when it was all over and she had lain silent on the bed for awhile to calm down, Miss Weaver told her to rise, took the panties out of her mouth and wiped her face with them to both dry her tears and humiliate her some more. Then she told her to put them back on, get back into her own clothes and return to her room. But not before giving her the terms of their future agreement.
As the three girls boarded the small, Easton School-owned bus for the trip, Karen promised herself she would dismiss the incident from her mind so that it would not spoil her evening. And all the rest of the night she hardly did think about it, except for the occasional ache she felt in her cunt.
The bus was full of excited, energetic girls when it arrived at Marchmount School. They politely and orderly filed off the bus and into the auditorium while being carefully counted by a faculty member from each institution.
On the way Karen had remembered Mary's offer of paying for as much beer as he could drink and she suddenly found herself wondering where this beer was going to come from.
Mary knew all about these dances and she told Karen that the local boys always came and waited across the back way in a dead end street for the girls to sneak out for some beer drinking and usually some heavy passes.
"They'll be plenty of beer there, don't you worry about that," Mary assured her. And probably some good pot too."
All three of them laughed and giggled a little at the prospect of it all, but they cautioned each other not to get caught doing anything wrong, especially after the tight jam they had just gotten out of. They didn't want to press their luck.
"Sneaking out won't be a problem after a little while Mary assured Karen, just wait until I give the signal."
Karen agreed, and nothing else was said about it. But the first thing Karen though of when she entered the auditorium was how they were going to get out. But she had promised not to worry about it so she didn't.
There was a live band playing there and all totaled there were probably two hundred students with only a few faculty members to keep tabs. Karen began to notice after only about a half an hour that once the band played and people started dancing it would be impossible to keep track of who was where. She also noticed that some of the faculty members would leave the auditorium for the faculty lounge nearby because the couldn't stand the noise or didn't like the music.
When she found Betty after about a half-hour's parting she asked where Mary was.
"She's already outside'" Betty told her, seeing the surprise register in her face. "She's out making sure that everything is like she told us. She wants to make sure you have anything you want to drink or smoke. She say's it's only the best for you tonight."
Karen felt a great sense of warmth for Betty as she told her this, and for Mary too. They were truly her friends.
"You know," Betty confided in her, pulling her aside into the corner for added privacy, "Mary is so grateful to you for straightening things out with Miss Weaver for all of us. She feels so bad about the things she said to you before you left the room last night. You know, about you being all to blame for what happened and everything."
Karen tried to indicate to Betty that no explanation was necessary, but Betty insisted on saying more.
"I'm really grateful and sorry too," Betty said, looking somewhat guilty. "I knew it wasn't all your fault, but I was too scared to say anything. You might have shoved that brush into Mary's pussy, but I ate you and fingerfucked your ass-hole all by myself. I was just as much to blame. I did it because I wanted to."
Karen gave her a great big smile and kissed her briefly on the cheek. She wanted to give her a big hug, but she thought better of it.
"Thanks," Karen said to her friend. "And I want to tell you something. I'm glad you made me cum. Because you and Mary are the best friend s I'll ever have."
Neither one of the girls noticed where Mary had come back from, but she found them in the corner and gave them both a big wink which meant that everything outside was ready.
"You should see some of the guys," she said with a grin, "they're gorgeous. Especially this one with a really neat white car. I already sat in the back seat with him and had a beer and a joint. Her eyes attested to that. We'll wait a few minutes more," she said in a whisper, "and we'll all go out."
She then left for the ladies room "to pee," she said, but it wasn't really. She then quickly popped another piece of gum into her mouth to make sure the scent of both the beer and the pot was off her breath.
"She then explained to them that the best way out of there was through the window in the ladies room. "Once in awhile one of the old witches will stick her nose in there to see if anything's going on, but we just have to watch out for each other coming and going." They then all filed to the ladies room one at a time, but close behind each other. Once they were inside Mary took the watch at the door, opening it just a crack so she could see out into the hallway.
"It's all clear" she said and Betty and Karen carefully climbed up onto the windowsill and out the top. The bathroom was on ground level so the drop was no more than a couple of feet. And there were cement window ledges on the outside so they could climb back up.
Once Betty and Karen were out they anxiously waited for Mary to follow, for there was no one watching the door for her, and if anyone entered while she was going out the window, it would be trouble for all of them again. But Mary dropped to the ground and happily came over to where they were waiting.
She was all smiles at her accomplishment and daring, and she was also happy from the combination of beer and pot she had already consumed.
Following quickly behind Mary, Karen and Betty soon arrived at the end of a small dead end road. There were no houses or buildings and it was remote. There was nothing but woods and about twenty people. Some of them Karen immediately noticed as being other girls from her school, some of them were girls she had never seen before, probably from Marchmont or from the local area, and some of them were boys.
She was very excited by it all. It was like a private little carnival out in the woods. The music from the band playing back in the auditorium could be heard, there was plenty of cold beer in buckets crammed full of ice, and the smell of pot could be detected in small whiffs.
Mary grabbed Karen by the hand and pulled her over to a small group of people sitting beneath a tree. Karen could see a joint being passed around as soon as she sat down next to Mary and Betty.
"This is my friend Karen, and this is my friend Betty," Mary introduced them as if she knew all the people there. Everyone said hello in different volumes at different times in a mixed jumble of salutations, and Karen said hello back. She was handed a beer and a couple of tokes of the joint and within fifteen minutes she was feeling as good as Mary and the rest of the people there. She felt wonderful. She felt free and easy and she breathed the fresh night air with deep inhalations of breath. She was handed another beer and the three of them, the three roommates, had a toast. Clinking their beer cans together they toasted themselves and their everlasting friendship. And then, as Mary was getting up to mingle among the rest of the gathering, she said, "Here's a toast to boys!"
And as they toasted and drank Karen found great significance in the fact that Mary had chosen to toast to that. She remembered Mary's remark of the day before about how she liked to have sex with boys and how she implied that Karen didn't. And Karen began to wonder if that was really true. After all, she really hadn't ever had decent sex with a man, and now she had had several lesbian sex encounters, topped off by the incredible events of the night before in Miss Weaver's room.
Each time, under all the different conditions of it happening, the only times Karen had ever really had orgasms, the only times that she had ever really had sex and enjoyed the experience was when she was doing it with another girl. The thought that she was possibly a lesbian had come to her a few times in the last day, and the truth was, it wouldn't have bothered her if she'd decided that that was indeed what she was, but she knew that what she wanted was to be fucked by a male. She knew she could like it. And she was beginning to feel as though she wanted to get fucked to prove to herself, and even to Mary that she wasn't a lesbian.
But if Mary had meant anything subtle by her toast, she didn't show it as she got up and cheerfully kissed both Betty and Karen on the cheeks. "I'm going to find a hunk," she said as she half skipped, half walked away.
"There were now several boys sitting in the assembled group with Karen, Betty and two or three other .girls. Karen looked around at them, and although a few of them were cute, she didn't see anyone who really impressed her. She had no idea of what she was looking for, but she felt this feeling that she wanted a certain kind of man to really fuck her for the first time and make her cum like other girls had made her cum. like Betty's tongue and finger had made her cum.
And when she turned to Betty who was taking another toke of the powerful pot she noticed that she was talking a great deal to the tall, well built boy that was next to her. They were both obviously stoned and having a good time, as was Karen. As the joint was passed around to her she took a toke and felt her head begin to buzz in a pleasant, stoned, fog.
Only a minute or two later, when another joint was passed to her and she took another hit she noticed that the boy who was sitting next to Betty was now resting his hand on her knee. Her skirt was riding up her legs and as they continued to talk, Karen noticed how he began to rub her leg and her kneecap. And she was happy for Betty, because Betty was enjoying the attention he was paying to her. Without bothering her Karen got up from the circle of people and wandered in the direction that Mary had gone.
She looked around for several minutes for her roommate, but she was nowhere to be found. There were several cars parked in the area and Karen looked in almost all of them, but not finding Mary.
One car she looked in, however, startled not only her, but the two people in it. She approached one car and saw two people in the front seat. As she walked up to the window, which was slightly rolled down and said, "Mary?" The boy behind the wheel whipped his head around in surprise, and Karen could plainly see that the girl with him had a firm hold of his bulging hard cock, that was sticking straight up out of his pants. She had been pumping away at it furiously when Karen interrupted them.
Excusing herself immediately, and almost running away from them, she found herself growing excited in her cunt from the sight of that boy's big meat pole clenched tightly in her hand. She had never given a guy a hand job before, but she had listened to Mary's stories about how guy's loved it. How they started to moan and groan just like girls do when they're coming. "And then they shoot this hot, hot load of scum into your hand," she had remembered her telling her. And then she thought about Betty's story the night before they got caught by Miss Weaver. How she had made her boyfriend come in a "sticky white puddle on his stomach, and how she had rubbed it into his stomach and cock until it evaporated. These thoughts in rapid succession sent chills running up and down her spine, and it made her cunt tingle deep inside with a familiar glowing need.Karen knew she wanted to be fucked, and as she saw different couples disappear into the woods, or drive away in an occasional leaving car, she became aware that she did not have all the time in the world to find a sex partner. But she could did not have all the time in the world to find a sex partner. The dance was only going to last for a few hours and they would have to be back soon. She suddenly wished she could find Mary again, but she still didn't see her. When she returned to where Betty was sitting in the circle of people she was not there. As she looked around she saw Betty disappearing into the woods hand-in-hand with that boy she was sitting next to. The one with his hand on her leg. Karen found herself smiling for Betty, because she was going off with an attractive boy.
Standing alone, her two friends gone off, Karen felt suddenly left out and lonely. She realized she was very stoned, but she couldn't help thinking that she was just not good at finding and talking to boys.
CHAPTER NINE
Betty went into the woods with her newfound boyfriend, holding his hand and following besides him. His name was Ken and he was a student at Marchmount. He was a senior. He was good looking and friendly and he had a lot of sex appeal, which was exactly what Betty had on her mind.
Ken seemed to know where he was going and for what reason. Betty was sure he had been back in these woods with girls before. And he walked directly to where he was going, he didn't falter as if he were trying to pick out a spot.
When they got to their final destination it was a cluster of big rocks that formed a protective circle around the two of them. The ground had been cleared of rocks and covered with leaves. From under the pile of leaves Ken pulled out a thin blanket which he spread out, forming a comfortable, clean surface for them to lay on.
"You've been out here with other girls," she said he him, fully expecting him to confirm it.
"Once in awhile," he said, trying to reveal as little as possible about how often he came here. "Sometimes I come out here by myself and drink or smoke pot, and it's nice to have a comfortable blanket to sit on."
The moon was full that night and there was an almost perfect clearing at the tops of the trees to let a beam shine down through the woods and give them enough light to see each other without much difficulty. It was a very romantic setting, and Betty was falling for it all the way. She knew she was horny. And there was a liquid heat building in her stomach and pussy that had started when Ken began rubbing her kneecap back at the circle of people.
She was also very stoned and as she lay back on the blanket and closed her eyes, she felt good about being there with Ken. Although she had only just met him, she liked and trusted him. And she wanted him to make love to her in the moonlight.
She felt Ken's hand gently stroke her hair.
"You have beautiful hair," he told her while doing it. "I bet you have beautiful, soft hair everywhere."
Betty immediately knew that he was referring to the hair on her cunt, and the bluntness of the remark made her pussy tingle with excitement. like the story she had told Mary and Karen the other night, she loved to talk dirty and have boys talk dirty to her.
His hand traveled down the side of her hair and gently brushed against her cheek. She still had her eyes closed as her bent down and kissed her mouth while continuing to rub her cheek.
It was a long, warm, wet kiss, and the heat of it traveled from the lips of her mouth all the way down to the lips of her pussy. It felt so good to be kissed by a strong, wet mouth. It felt so good to be touched and held by a strong male body.
As Ken kept his mouth glued to hers he slowly let her hand descend to the opening of her blouse. He continued to gently rub her neck and then began to unbutton her blouse without taking his mouth away from hers.
Betty kept her eyes closed and her tongue moving as she felt her blouse open all the way and Ken begin to massage her aching tits, still constricted by her bra. Arching her back so that he could unfasten it, her tits were finally set free and the cool night air on her nipples made them stiffen like two more little rocks in the woods.
Ken took his tongue out of Betty's eager mouth and trailed it down her chin, her neck and then to the mounds of her well formed tits. He circled them with his tongue, leaving trails of warm wet saliva.
"Oh, yes, " she found herself gently encouraging him. "Suck on my nipples Ken."
Ken didn't have to be told twice and as he took her nipple into her mouth she let out a contented, urgent sigh that made his cock get hard and her pussy wetter.
Ken licked at the nipple lightly at first and then consistently harder and harder as Betty responded more and more. She let out a tiny little screech when Ken took the nipple between his teeth and lightly bit it. He then moved to her other nipple which received the same treatment. And as he sucked on it her pelvis began to slowly pump up and down almost involuntary. The heat was growing in her cunt and she could not keep still. All that separated her mushy, hot crack from Ken was the material of her skirt and she wanted desperately for him to remove that obstacle.
Ken then did exactly that as his hand traveled first down her belly and legs and then back up her legs, raising her skirt with the movement. Ken was still licking her nipples as he neatly bunched the skirt around her waist. And she felt the restrictions of her panties as if they were ten times tighter than they were. As if they were digging into her.
Ken left her nipples and started to kiss and lick his way down her muscular, young belly, over the row of skirt material that covered her lower belly and then to the thin material of her scanty white panties.
Even though her cunt was not fully exposed, when Ken planted a kiss on her crack, licking through the thin material, she could feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue and instinctively responded by raising her hips so that he could slide them off.
And only inches away from her cunt now, Ken noticed how wet the crotch of the panties were and he smiled with anticipation, knowing that he was now going to lick that crack which was so mushy looking.
He placed her panties on the blanket next to them and spreading her legs, sliding one hand under her ass so that he could lift her crack practically to his mouth he lowered his head slightly and flicked his tongue out at the waiting clitoris.
The contact set off a spark of sexual excitement that made her whole body shudder and rise.
Holding her down firmly, both hand spreading the lips of her pussy now, he could see clearly in the moonlight the tender young hole that he was going to fuck. He slowly lowered his face again, and smelling the sweat, sweaty odor of her crack, he gently stuck his tongue into the waiting hole.
"Oh, yes," she moaned again, "yes, Ken, eat my hole."
Ken teased her at first, only sticking his tongue into her hole a little way, making her push her cunt up to meet his mouth rather than him moving his tongue.
He had fucked quite a few girls back here in his little hideaway, but he knew the Betty was unlike all the others. There was a heat, and fire about Betty that showed itself in the extent of her desire to have her cunt satisfied. With only having licked it once or twice, Ken could already see that little streams of cum were flowing out of her.
He again put his face back into her wet crack and started licking the long length of it. He started at her clitoris, which was extremely sensitive and made her body shudder each time he licked it as it a volt of electricity had been shot through her.
The more Ken licked Betty's cunt, the more she began cumming and the better her cum tasted to him. And as her cunt continued to get wetter his licking started making little slurping noises that she could plainly hear. The noise drove her crazy.
'Oh, God, Ken," she moaned, my cunt's getting so hot and wet. Keep making it feel like that."
"Don't worry,"he said, looking up at her, the moonlight making the cum on his face gleam in the dark. "I'm going to make your cunt feel the best it's ever felt."
That's the kind of talk that Betty liked to hear the most. He sounded so confident and sure of himself when he told her that. And her cunt was stretched wide open, the night air making the wetness of it seem more exaggerated. She felt as though she had a small lake between her cunt lips that was slowly overflowing.
Ken took the fingers of his right hand and began to rub her hole in a circular motion while beginning again to lick at the button of her clitoris. He knew this would get her good and hot, and he was right.
As the tips of two fingers began to disappear into her wide open and waiting hole, she then grabbed at his hair and pulled it trying not to scream out loud from the pleasure of it and the expectation of how her hole would soon feel, with her fingers buried all the way in it.
She didn't have to wait long as his fingertips slid in her hole and he kept pushing until the both of her fingers were buried all the way up to his knuckles. And then with a regular rhythm, both with his tongue on her clitoris and his fingers pushing in and out of her tight, rubbery cunthole, Ken drove Betty to the point of where she was going to come with a great force.
"I'm going to come Ken," she told him, as if he might want to know. She wanted desperately for him to fuck her hole with his cock after he was done doing her with his fingers, and she wanted to make sure she would have cum left to lubricated it good for him.
"Again he looked up at her," taking his tongue away from her clit, but continuing to saw his fingers back and forth into her slippery hole.
"I want you to come," he told her, as if he sensed what she was concerned about, "I'm going to make you come now, and I'm going to make you come again when I fuck you with my cock," he told her.
And it was just what she needed to her to bring her to orgasm.
As Ken went back to licking and sucking on her clitoris, and wiggling his two working fingers deep against the walls of her pussy, stretching them and making her burn she felt the force of her orgasm come exploding out of her hole.
Clenching her teeth, and holding tightly to Ken's hair Betty spread her legs as far as possible and tightened the muscles in her thighs against the raging current of hot liquid that came splashing out of her hole, soaking the blanket and Ken's hand.
"Yes, yes," she moaned.
Her pussy was quivering.
And as the orgasm continued to pour from her she pumped her ass up and down in Ken's face, until she was almost exhausted from the experience of it.
But after giving her only a moment or two to recover Ken knelt beside her and unzipped his fly. He then unsnapped his trousers and rolled them down to reveal his white underwear with his cock bulging against the front of it. Without ever standing he; removed his pants and underwear and wore nothing now from the waist down except his socks.
Kneeling next to her like this, Ken's erect cock was only inches from Betty's face, and his balls hung down so that two or three times while removing his pants, they brushed against her chin and she shot her tongue out to try and lick them, but she was too stoned, too exhausted, and too enraptured to have enough coordination to lick them in time before Ken made another move and they swung away in the other direction.
Holding his cock firmly, Ken then placed it directly over her mouth and told her to lick it.
"Give it a good licking," he told her as his cock pulsated in his hand from the wet sensations of her tongue, she immediately complying with his directions.
Betty licked the entire length of the shaft of Ken's cock and then moved lower to his balls. He raised himself up a little so that Betty could easily lick and suck on his bag. She rolled the wrinkled sack around with her tongue, grabbing the shaft of his cock with her hand and beginning to jerk him off.
The combination of the steady tugging on his cock, plus the erratic sucking and licking of his bag drove Ken into the kind of state of mind Betty had just experienced. He could feel his hot load building deep in his nuts, as if Betty's tongue were whipping up his sperm like some electric blender. He knew that when he came it was going to be a big, thick load, but he wanted to explode inside her tight, young cunt, not on her face.
Ken moved away from her face as she made a pleading noise not to take his cock away from her eager mouth. As Ken moved to a position of kneeling between her spread legs Betty could again feel the expectation of another, better orgasm. Although she had just come a bucketful, she knew she could cum again from Ken's long cock and she almost begged him to shove it in.
But she didn't have to beg, because Ken shoved it in on his own. And when he had buried his cock all the way deep inside her, her tight pussy walls holding him inr he had to steady himself from moving and concentrate on not cuming yet. Because the actual heat of her pussy felt as though it were burning him and he didn't want to cum yet. Not before he had the chance to stroke his cock in and out of her hole, and make her scream and moan with pleasure.
Betty closed her eyes as Ken began to now slowly slide his cock in and out of her, taking it almost all the way out and then shoving it deep within her again. And with each stroke his cock seemed to grow in thickness and make her hole hotter and hotter as it stretched further and further. And as Ken began to bang his cock harder and harder into her she circled her arms around his back as tightly as possible to hold on.
Ken knew he couldn't keep from shooting his load much longer and as it was about to explode from the tip of his cock he raised himself up on his arms, Betty's arms wrapped tightly around him and pumped his cock into her sputtering hole with as much force as he could muster.
And when his load finally did explode from him, filling her hole with a sea of scum, Betty clenched her teeth and tried to contain the deep scream rushing out of her. But there was nothing she could have done could have contained the animal moans that escaped her clenched teeth.
Later, when she thought about it, it must have filled the entire woods. Her uncontrolled sex sounds bouncing off the trees and rocks so that people must have heard it all the way back in the auditorium.
At about the same time Ken and Betty were lying quietly together on the blanket recovering from their mutual orgasm, Mary was in the back seat of the sporty little car she'd told Betty and Karen about.
The "hunk" that owned the car was with her, he had her underwear rolled down around her ankles with her legs spread, and he was fingerfucking her long, wet crack while kissing her ear.
His name was Harley, he was a local boy who had the reputation of being a real "stud". His white car was know as a rolling whorehouse, and almost all the local girls enjoyed riding around with Harley, being seen by jealous other girls and later being fucked by Harley in the back seat.
Now as Mary succumbed like so many other girls had, Harley continued to finger her hole until her juice was dripping on the upholstery.
"Wait a minute" he said, realizing what was happening, "I don't want you cumming on the seats."
"Now here's a man who loves his car," Mary couldn't help thinking as he rolled her panties off her ankles and made her lift up so that he would wipe the seat and keep them tucked under her to keep the car seats dry. Mary had removed her skirt and couldn't use that to lay on because if her skirt was wrinkled and untidy looking when she returned to the auditorium, her chaperones would be suspicious of what she had been up to.
So Mary was now naked from the waist down. Her blouse was still on, but all the way unbuttoned, and her bra was unfastened so that it was tucked under her large, hanging tits. The dark, firm nipples stuck out and ached to be sucked on.
Harley undid his belt buckle and then unsnapped his jeans. Mary knew he would have a nice cock from the bulge it created in his jeans. Harley had a good solid looking body, and she was excited by it even more as she caught her first glimpse of his pubic hair and cock. Harley wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock bounced into view when his jeans were down his thighs.
Mary had been right. It was a beautiful cock. Long and curved, not too thick and not too thin. It looked like it would fill up her hole snuggly and she wanted him to use it on her right away.
Harley was kneeling on the floor right in front of her and took advantage of the positioning to lean in between her legs and lick her meaty crack several times. Her thick cunt opened like a flower as he continued to lick, separating her lips and encouraging her hole open with only his tongue.
Mary knew she was dripping juices from her cunt again as Harley licked at it, and she found herself hoping it was all being absorbed by her panties. She didn't want Harley getting angry at her. She didn't want to mess up his upholstery.
But there was nothing she could do about the dripping from her crack. It was hot and anxious and whenever she had her cunt licked she lost control of her pussy. It just came on its own.
When Harley moved his face away from her soggy, thickly patched cunt, Mary was ready for her hole to be filled. She looked at Harley, his lips smeared with her cunt juice as he told her to turn around and kneel down.
At first she didn't know what he meant. Why did he want her to turn around? When she made no motion to do what he told her he repeated himself, sliding next to her on the seat and grabbing her by the waist in order to help her assume the position he wanted her in.
"What are we going to do?" Mary asked him as she began to move from her sitting position and be moved by him.
"I want you to kneel down so I can fuck you in the ass" he told her as he now began to understand the position he wanted her in.
While running the thought through her mind she turned around so that she was kneeling on the back seat on her knees and elbows. With her head lowered so that it rested on the seat, her fists clenched beside her head waiting for what was to come she reminded herself that she had never before been fucked in the ass. She had been fucked in several different positions before, but it had always been in the cunt. Once, Randy had tried to shove his cock in her ass without telling her what he was going to do and she screamed from the shock and sudden pain of it. That had caused Randy to stop and not try again.
She had always wondered what it would be like to have a nice thick cock sliding in and out of her ass-hole. She had seen a magazine once depicting a beautiful young girl being fucked in the ass by a Chinaman. She had though the pictures were more comical than sexy, but she remembered the look on the girl's face as they posed for the pictures, his cock buried in her tight ass. She had a look of mixed pleasure, pain, and confusion. She looked as though she were about to cry and laugh at the same time. And Mary felt a little like that now as she felt Harley grab the cheeks of her ass and force it down a little, spreading them at the same time so that the puckered, pink little opening of her ass-hole was more easily accessible.
Wetting both her ass-hole and the tip of his cock with his saliva, Harley placed it at the entrance of her virgin opening and slowly began to slide it in, stretching the muscles around the thickness of his shaft.
Mary clenched her fist and put it between her teeth to keep from squealing out and the cock slowly slid further into her ass. It was a burning, tearing sensation that was closer to pain than pleasure and she again thought of those magazine pictures as she began to let out little grunting noises.
"That's good," Harley told her as he prepared to stretch her ass-hole a little further by shoving his cock in deeper. "You've got a nice tight ass-hole Mary. Am I the first guy ever to fuck your ass?"
Mary could not speak, but grunted as she nodded her head, confirming his question.
All that she was able to say was, "My poor ass-hole!"
"It'll get better," Harley assured her as he slid his cock all the way in now, burying it right up to his balls. "It'll feel better as I fuck it."
Mary knelt there, completely in his control as he started to slowly pump his cock in her ass with a steady relaxed stroke.
"Nice, tight ass," he kept saying as his cock began to swell and build with his own load.
And each time that he said it, Mary lost a little more of her composure and a little more of her ability to control herself. Her ass-hole was getting a good fucking as if it were a cunt and it was beginning to burn and glow with a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Even though it was her ass-hole that was being fucked she could feel an orgasm building in her cunt.
And moments later, as her ass-hole began to feel much better as he told her it would, as it began to feel a pleasurable stuffing, rather than a painful one. Harley reached under her belly with his hand and began to rotate her clitoris while her ass-hole was still the target of his cock.
Mary knew immediately that this combination of sensations was going to make her cum very quickly. With each thrust of his cock now, and with each circular motion of his fingertips on her clitoris she grunted louder and louder until it was just one long continuous animal howl as she blasted her load of come out her hole and backwards all over Harley's legs and ball, which were now banging against her ass with the force of his own orgasm.
Only seconds after Mary came Harley grabbed on tightly to the cheeks of her ass and blew his entire thick, creamy load deep in her round ass-hole.
"And through his clenched teeth and own animal grunts he kept saying, "What a beautiful ass-hole! What a beautiful, tight ass-hole!"
CHAPTER TEN
When Karen had walked off in a direction away from the group of people who were still drinking and smoking, she was not really sure where she was headed. She had become very drunk and stoned from the effects of the pot and beer and she only knew that she wanted to find Mary. Mary would know what to do.
The dead end road veered off down another dead end road and when Karen came to the end of it, surrounded by woods she saw the white car Mary had described to her parked there. As she approached it she noticed it rocking slightly and she couldn't make up her mind if it was actually the car rocking or if it was her. Or both.
But as she reached it and before she looked in the back window she heard a loud grunting, squeal that she recognized as Mary. It was the same kind of noise she made when she masturbated in their room, but only much louder and with more urgency. She knew Mary was being fucked before she saw her, but she didn't know, or imagine that it was Mary's tender ass-hole that was being reamed.
When the noise stopped and Mary and Harley finally noticed Karen outside the car, the back door opened and Harley stepped out, zipping his pants back up and looking at Karen with a mixture of curiosity and male chauvinism. He had just given her girlfriend the first fucking in the ass that she ever had and Karen was almost a witness to it. It gave him pleasure to see Karen, glassy-eyed staring in at her roommate, Mary, who was still in a position with her ass raised in her air, naked from the waist down. Mary was still not back to earth from the effects of the pot and the ass-fucking she had just received.
"I'm going to get a beer," Harley announced to both Mary and Karen as he strode away in the direction Karen had just come from. When he was on his way Karen got in the back door that he had left open.
Mary was just sitting up now, and looking for her panties that had become wedged between the crack in the seat. She was cross-eyed and not totally coherent and it was obvious to Karen, even though she too was smashed, that Mary needed someone to help her get dressed. Noticing that Mary was trying to retrieve her panties and put them on, Karen said, "Wait a minute, I'll do it for you."
And she extracted the panties from between the seat and immediately noticed how sopping wet they were.
For an instant her stoned mind flashed back to last night and Miss Weaver stuffing her own cum stained panties into her mouth. She shook of the memory of it and returned to Mary, who was sitting with her head bowed on her chest and her eyes closed in an almost stupor.
"Are you all right?" Karen asked her, suddenly fearing that Mary was too far gone.
Mary acknowledged that she was by slightly nodding her head. She was in reality able to function, but she was still not fully recovered from the shattering orgasm.
As Karen took the soaking panties and bent down to slip them over Mary's ankles she said to her friend, "Mary, I've never seen panties this wet. What did you do to them?"
Mary opened her eyes slightly as Karen lifted the panties up her legs and told Mary to raise her ass so that she could slide them on her. Mary did as Karen asked and felt the dampness of the material as it once again covered her thick patch of cunt hair and her still burning and abused ass-hole. "My ass-hole,"was all she was able to mumble to Karen. "My ass-hole burns."
"What did he do to your ass-hole?" Karen asked suddenly realizing one reason why Mary was so out of it. "What happened to your ass-hole?"
"He fucked it," Mary said as Karen began to put her skirt on for her. Making sure that it wasn't wrinkled or noticeably untidy. She could see that Mary was in bad enough shape already without having anything else point an accusing finger at her when she returned to the auditorium and the bus ride home.
Five minutes later, as the two roommates sat on the hood of the car, Karen rubbing Mary's back in an effort to sooth her and straighten-her out a little, Mary said she felt much better. The cool night air helped to bring her back to earth, and as she straighten up and was able to speak she explained her comments of only minutes before.
"He fucked me in my ass-hole," she told Karen as she rubbed the back of her neck. "I didn't know what to do, so I let him." she said as an explanation. "It was the most unbelievable thing I've ever felt" she said, turning to Karen and watching for her reaction.
"You've got to try it sometime," she advised her roommate and Karen nodded as if to say that she would.
Karen was thinking that they should be getting back to the auditorium soon. The dance wouldn't last much more than an hour or two and she was beginning to fear that they would be missed. And they still had to find Betty who had gone off into the woods.
Just then the two girls heard voices approaching and soon Harley arrived back at the scene with five other guys. When they got there, all obviously drunk and stoned, they started whistling and circling the two girls as if they were a pack of wolves.
"Harley baby, you were right," one unkept youth said to him as he eyeballed Karen, making it obvious that he was looking at her tits and ass. "These babes are beautiful. Which one did you fuck in the ass?"
Mary felt her face go red and Karen also felt a horrible sense of embarrassment. It was bad enough this local punk had violated Mary in her ass-hole like that, without even asking her permission, but now he had to tell his friends about it and bring them back to say rude and disgusting things to Mary.
Harley walked over to Mary and put his arm around her shoulder. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "I hope you don't mind me telling the guys about it baby" he said as an explanation, "but your ass was so good I couldn't keep it too myself The way he made it sound, Karen though was like he was paying Mary a great compliment for having such a tight ass-hole. And in front of these leering, vulgar boys Mary was smiling. Putting her arm around Harley's waist and hugging him as if to thank him for the compliment. Karen was shocked by this. She would have though Mary would have told Harley off for being so crude and walked away, but instead she was cuddling with him. But Karen wasn't about to pass judgment on her friend. At least she had gotten a man. She had gotten fucked, even if it was in her virgin, rubbery ass-hole.
Another youth, tall and really not bad looking said to Mary, "How about another go around Mary? I wouldn't mind giving you a good ass-fucking myself." At this they all started laughing and joking and slapping each others palms in merriment. Mary was still holding on to Harley smiling contentedly and to Karen's surprise, Mary shook her head and actually said, "No, it's too sore. That was my first time."
It was Harley who turned to Karen and said, "What about you good-looking. Have you been fucked in the ass tonight?"
Again, there was general merriment and laughter as the boys drew closer around Karen so that she was beginning to feel penned-in.
Then the other boy, the tall one who had asked Mary for a turn at her ass spoke up to Karen this time. He was following up Harley's question. "What about your cunt?" he asked her, " have you been fucked in the cunt?"
Karen froze, feeling a mixture of fear and a strange sense of curiosity. She had never been spoken to so bluntly by a male before. Asking if her cunt had been fucked yet. The only time anyone had used such abusive, and vulgar language to her was the previous night with Miss Weaver. She remembered how she had had to answer Miss Weaver's questions out loud. But she didn't think she could respond to the questions now being asked her by these boys.
But she didn't have to answer because to her utter surprise Mary answered for her.
"Naw," she said to the good-looking tall youth who had posed the question. "She hasn't been fucked in the cunt or the ass-hole. Not tonight. Not ever."
The boys began to hoot and howl when Mary told them this and Karen was feeling an odd mixture of emotions. She didn't want to appear naive and she couldn't help wondering why Mary would say this, but she responded much to her own surprise.
"That's not true, I have been fucked. Twice."
"They don't count," Mary said back to her knowing full well the story of the chauffeur and the delivery boy. She knew that both times had been only "quickies" and that Karen hadn't even taken her clothes off either time. She knew that she had never jerked them off or sucked their cocks. She knew that Karen was practically a virgin, in both her cunt and her ass-hole.
"Well don't you sound sweet and innocent'" Harley said to Karen, still with his arm around Mary's shoulders, but now with the palm of his hand resting obviously on Mary's right tit, and slowly squeezing it as he spoke.
"This poor girl has never had sex," Harley made a mock announcement to his gathering of friends. "The poor baby has never had an orgasm."
They all moaned and groaned in mock sympathy for Karen and they of course thought it was funny. So did Mary.
"That's not true either," she spoke up in a loud, still stoned voice. "Karen has just never had an orgasm with a guy."
At this bit of news and revelation all the boys again hooted and howled, getting the drift of Mary's meaning right away.
"Oh, have we got a pussy lover here?" Harley asked.
Karen could not answer. She was humiliated by the fact that Mary would say such a thing in front of them, but she couldn't be mad at Mary because she knew that she was pretty out of it from the drugs and sex.
"Don't you like having sex with men?" the tall boy asked her, moving closer to her than anyone had been so far.
Karen looked into his eyes, afraid, yet wanting him to know that she was not a "pussy lover". She even thought that if she had met this boy sooner in the night, alone, that she would have gone off with him somewhere like Betty had done. He was a nice, well built boy and she found him attractive except for his vulgar ways.
Karen bravely drew a deep breath and decided she would answer his question.
"Yes, I like having sex with men," she said.
"Then how come you never do?" Mary asked her, as if she was on their side, all of them against Karen.
Karen found herself automatically answering
Mary back from both hurt feelings that she was embarrassing her like this and a desire to convince her that she really did want to have sex with a man. She was beginning to remember Mary's accusations again of the night before when she accused her of being a lesbian.
"I do want to have sex with a man," Karen said again. She wanted Mary to believe her, even in her stoned condition.
"Then prove it," Mary said back to her. "Prove it."
Karen was silent a moment as she looked at Mary to try and understand what she was getting at. "What do you mean?" she finally asked her friend. "How can I prove it?"
With a sweep of her hand Mary indicated the six males who were standing around her. "There's plenty of cock here," she said easily, "Let's see you get fucked by some of them. Prove you're not a lesbian."
The boys all nodded in agreement with Mary's suggestion and all seemed ready willing and able to take her on.
"I'm first," one of the smaller ones said.
"I'm second," said another one.
And then they all began shouting out numbers, as if it had already been decided that they would all fuck this beautiful girl that they had just laid eyes on. It was as if Karen didn't even have a say in it.
The tall good-looking boy who had been questioning her turned to the rest of them and with authority in his voice said, "I'm first, and don't any of you forget it."
Karen could tell from the reaction of the others that this boy was used to bossing them around and none of them was going to try and challenge him.
Then Mary said something which shocked Karen even more. "Don't fight," Mary said still slurring her words, "you'll all get your turn." And then turning to Karen she gave her a stoned, but challenging look as if she were daring Karen to prove her femininity.
Suddenly a feeling of unconcerned determination came over Karen. She was stoned and frustrated and tired of being humiliated. Miss Weaver had done the most thorough job of humiliating her that she had ever thought possible and now Mary and these boys were also doing it. Well Karen made up her mind that it would end here. She would prove to Mary and herself that she was a real woman. As much a female as Betty who was getting fucked in the woods somewhere, and as much a sexy girl as Mary who had been fucked many times and had just had her ass-hole reamed.
"That's right," Karen confirmed what Mary had said to the surprise and delight of all the boys, "don't fight, everyone will get their turn."
It was now a decision Karen had made and she was going to go through with it.
Upon hearing this Mary clapped her hands happily together and yelled, "Yeah, gang-bang, gang-bang!"
The tall good-looking boy moved to Karen first as the others stood there and watched. He put his hands around her waist, leaned her up against the car and glued his mouth to hers.
She was unsure of herself at first. His kiss was strong and firm, unlike the way anyone had ever kissed her. It was much different than she had expected it to be. Standing there with him holding her, she began to feel his arms and wrap her arms around him. She was feeling very shaky from what was happening to her and she wanted to hold on to something for support. And as she felt more secure, holding on to his strong body, she began to melt into his kiss.
Her mouth and tongue were now responding to his thrusting wet kisses and nibbling teeth. And as they stood and kissed, Karen felt her nipples stiffen. She knew that this was a sign of her sexual arousement, and she began to feel a happy contented feeling that she was being aroused by this strong, good-looking youth.
She kept her eyes closed as his hands began to undo the buttons on her blouse and as it opened and he reached around unfastening her bra and letting her tits fall loose, the other boys whistled and clapped their hands in appreciation and approval.
"Nice jugs," she heard one of them say.
"Get a load of those nipples," another said.
Karen had almost forgotten that other people were watching her until they started making their comments and suggestion, but even when she heard them she was determined that she would not "chicken out". She just remained with her eyes closed and tried to trust in the strength she felt from the boy who was now squeezing her tits and standing to one side so that everyone could get a good look.
While in the same position he lifted up her skirt and drew the applause and hoots of her friends again as the scanty pair of white panties Karen was wearing was exposed to the assembled onlookers.
The panties were indeed small and barely covered her patch, which was sticking out the top and some hair was sticking out the sides of the little white white triangle of material.
He then slid his finger under the waistband of the panties and pulled them down, exposing her bush and crack.
Again this brought loud cheers and cries from the boys and as the night air fanned her now exposed clitoris she felt her legs tremble as though she would soon fall down. The boy stopped kissing her now and leaned down to suck noisily on her nipples and at the same time he spread her pussy lips wide to reveal the pink inner walls.
He was putting on a show for his friends, sticking his finger all the way into her hole and wiggling it around so that Karen began to get wet, lubricating her hole.
"Stick a brush handle in it." she heard Mary say with amusement at her situation, "that 's what she really-likes."
This brought more hoots and questions of "You got one?" and "Is that true Karen, you like brush handles?"
Karen kept her eyes closed for as long as possible. She knew she was on display in front of this group of crude boys, but she was going to prove to herself and Mary that she liked cock and could handle as much of it as the next girl.
"I've got something better than a brush handle for her cunt," the tall boy said as he continued to finger her. "I've got this." And as he unzipped his fly and took out his large swollen cock, the other boys made a mocking commotion about the size of it.
It was then that Karen's eyes opened, more involuntarily than anything else. She wanted to see his cock. She wanted to see what was going to slide into her cunt and make her feel like a woman. And as she looked down at the bulging organ shining in the moonlight she also took in the stares of all the boys watching, like a pack of jackals waiting their turn. And she saw Mary, looking still very stoned but appraising Karen as if wondering if she would really go through with it. She also noticed that Harley now had her blouse open and was in the process of unfastening her bra again.
The last thing Karen saw before closing her eyes again were Mary's big tits flop out of her bra and into Harley's waiting hands and then looking up into the beautiful blue eyes of this boy who was now going to fuck her. She only wished that they could have done this alone, without a crowd watching them. But she knew that couldn't be changed now, and as he turned her around and bent her over the car hood she felt her legs being spread. She was bent over at the waist. As Karen tried hard to concentrate on nothing else but her pussy. She wanted to feel every molecule of this large cock that was about to enter her. If she was going to go through with this, she wanted to remember it well.
Bent over in this position the boy raised her skirt so that it fully exposed her ass and long, trim legs. And resting the skirt on the small of her back so that it wouldn't be in the way he pulled her skimpy panties down and left them at her ankles. Then standing directly behind her, spreading her cunt with one hand and inserting the tip of his cock with the other he began to slowly give Karen what she had been waiting for.
And as the cock slowly worked its way up into her tight cunt passage, Karen clenched her fists tighter and tighter to keep from screaming out loud. His cock felt so much bigger than it looked. Her cunt felt overstuffed when it was buried all the way in her and through the stoned fog of her mind and the lurid catcalls that were coming non-stop from the other boys Karen opened her eyes to look back at the boy who was filling her cunt with his massive cock.
Her pussy quivered.
He was grinning at her with a satisfied almost jeering look on his face. And as he grabbed her ass cheeks firmly to get a better grip he began to pump with real purpose in and out of her so that her cunt began to lubricate and the large cock slid easily into the hole.
"How is it?" she heard Harley ask the boy.
"Tight as a drum," she heard him reply, his voice sounding genuinely sincere. "She's got a beautiful cunt."
This, to her surprise made Karen feel good. She was being fucked by this boy in front of all these people and he was saying she had a nice cunt, that it was good and tight. It was the best compliment he could have paid her in front of Mary and when she looked over at her friend to make sure she had heard what the boy had said she saw Mary on her knees in front of Harley sucking madly on his stiff cock and hardly even paying attention to what was going on around her.
Karen closed her eyes, leaned back over the car and voluntarily spread her legs as far as possible to give her lover the best advantage at fucking her. Her mind was then lost to the exploding orgasm that was quickly building in her hot, throbbing cunt, finally cunt.
The next night, after dinner the three girls had excitedly talked about the dance, how they had sneaked out and snuck back in without being discovered, and what had happened to them in their different situations. Betty told them of being fucked by Ken in his little hideout and how he was going to write her letters and make a date with her if she could get permission to leave the grounds. She was very excited and Karen was happy for her.
Mary hadn't remembered everything that happened because she was so loaded, but she remembered most of it. Being fucked in the ass especially, and then the gangbang scene that took place with Karen. She still couldn't believe that Karen had taken on all five of the guys.
When they had gotten back to their rooms Mary was summoned for by Miss Weaver. At first they were scared for her because they though somehow Miss Weaver might still be angry about the other night, but they dismissed the thought and figured that probably Miss Weaver wanted to see her about some small infraction of the rules like not making her bed or something. Mary left crossing her fingers at the door and didn't return.
About half an hour later Karen was summoned to Miss Weaver's room again, and now she was beginning to worry as she walked down the steps and towards her destination as she had done the other night. Why would she be summoned now?? And where was Mary?
She discovered the answer to both questions when she knocked on the door andwas let in by Miss Weaver.
She ordered Karen to sit down and without hesitation told her that she knew everything about what had taken place the night before at the dance. How Karen had snuck out the window and had a rendezvous with five boys.
"Only a true, disgusting slut would do something like that," she scolded as Karen sat in amazement wondering how Miss Weaver had found this out. She wasn't even at the dance.
"This is another serious infraction of the rules," Miss Weaver continued to scold her, "and another reason for expulsion."
Karen sat numb not being able to believe that she had been caught doing something like this twice in a row, and now she could be thrown out of school again. She was beginning to feel as though she were curse, that she was destined to be sent home and the rest of her life ruined when her parents found out the kinds of things she had been doing. Even she could hardly believe what she had done.