The Girls of St. Dumas, Part I — Dormitory Girls

by Keep Denver

"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law." - A.L. I. 40.

The School of St. Dumas was an old, Christian school with long traditions. The facility has given education and bringing up to couple generations of young ladies from the best homes in that particular area and not only. The founder of the school was a member of a forgotten Order of St. Dumas, supposedly originating from a split of the Templar Knights. In fact, nobody ever assumed such a man to be saint, nor there was any mention about St. Dumas in any scripture in Rome or any eastern metropolis. Still, the name however strange, was there.

St. Dumas aspired to be an elite school, with high level of education and all that stuff. It also had very strict rules, almost like a monastery. This was because the school was a girl-only facility. The girls started education as early as five and continued till the age of 17, when they were ready to attend some good college or start at university. They started as little kids, not even able to read, but graduated as young, educated women. Although one may argue they were really aware of being women, as the school didn't give them many opportunities to realize that. It was run by nuns in order to separate the good girls from any possible influence of evil masculine swines. Thanks to that, the only men that were possible for the girls to be met at the area of school was the priest that ran the school's chapel and the old, 200-year old gardener who looked more like Yoda than a man. All that made the girls long for even an image of man. They had hardly any possibility to see one as they were not allowed to leave the area of school. Anyway - it was probably too big to leave it on foot. The only times they were let out, was when their parents arrived, but that wasn't really a common thing, usually two-three times a year, plus most of them spent their summer holidays at home.

These holidays were always the source of wildest stories, fantasies and dreams. Although everyone tried to prevent it, the girls couldn't and what more important didn't want to deny their nature. Coming back to school after holidays they brought the stories of boys.

All through the facility, the girls knew the magical code, A - for kissing, B - for petting, C - ... There was only couple of them who claimed to have reached C. That induced well understood jealousy. These stories fertilized the minds of the society and induced further struggle toward the amazing world of sexual exploration. This of course caused understandable problems for the school's staff.

The girls lived in four-person rooms basically in two age group: 5 to 10 year-old and 11 to 17 year-old. In order to easily prevent certain things, the oldest girls weren't allowed to live in rooms together. Their mates were always chosen among the youngest girls from the group.

In Carrie's room it was exactly this way. She was at St. Dumas for 10 years already. She was now 16 and in a year she'd graduate. So far, she was stuck at the School almost since ever and living in the room with three little girls. The youngest, Tammy, has just turned 11 last month. She was small, with long, straight, blonde hair. Her figure was that of a child, but she already started her way toward adolescence. Her chest, so far completely flat, recently started to form into breasts. Yet, Tammy was still a kid.

Another girl was Bethany. She was a cute 12. Only a year older than Tammy, she seemed so much more mature. Serious and thinking, she was also already a little woman. Her figure just started to gain its feminine curves, her hips rounded nicely and her bust was already a little bit more than 32A. She had shoulder length, ginger hair, fair complexion and some freckles. She was nice and friendly.

The next girl was also 12, but she wasn't like Beth. Slightly taller, she was a bit skinny. She had long, black hair that reached her butt. She had nice, long legs but almost no breasts so far. She was a bit shy and introvert. Her name was Alice.

With such roommates, Carrie felt a bit lonely. It wasn't that the girls were boring, stupid or whatever. It was just that Carrie already lived in a bit different world. With other older girls, she already discussed secretly about boys, higher school and other things. Some of these were assumed "naughty", some even very much.

And out of Carrie's roommates only Bethany seemed someone serious enough to talk with about anything that was of Carrie's interest, though Bethany still couldn't share her experience as she didn't have any.

Carrie considered herself almost adult. She was tall, slim; long, dark blonde hair framed her cute face with perky nose. She had a nice pair of 34C breasts she was very proud of. She also started to be interested in all the strange, "naughty" things connected with sex. How much she'd like to have someone her age to be her friend...

On Saturday afternoon the girls gathered sometime, hiding in one of the rooms so that the nuns wouldn't get interested. They shared their experiences - they talked about masturbating, about the guys they met when at home for holidays, some real and made up stories. Occasionally, one of them would say she "heard of some girl" that kissed another girl under the shower and touched her down there and on her breasts. These were the hottest stories and often at night, when her roommates were fast asleep, Carrie fingered herself, fantasizing about doing it with one of the girls from St. Dumas. Maybe it could be green-eyed Susan, from the last class. Carrie thought Susan was really pretty when happened to see her naked under the shower. Maybe she'd rather do it with Anna, the one that was believed to have the biggest boobs at School. She also briefly though about her roommates. Tammy was too much a kid to even think about it. Alice was nice and Carrie considered her body to be nice. But most probably Bethany should prove best. So though Carrie that night, slowly fingering herself and relaxing. She was really wet and close to climax. Her pussy dribbled with juice that went down, between her buttocks and sunk into the sheets. She slowly moved two fingers in and out, caressing her nice, firm breast with her other hand. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Beth, who was caressing her bust. Then she pretended they were kissing. Suddenly, she heard a whisper.

"Carrie, you're awake?" it was Bethany.

"Well, only kind of. I was almost sleeping," she said, not sure if Beth knew what she was doing.

"OK, I just thought, you know. You were breathing heavily... As if you... y'know, did that..." Bethany got confused.

"You mean, play with myself?" asked Carrie. She smiled to herself.

"Well," said Beth. "So, y'know, you played with yourself?"

"If you want to know, I did," smiled Carrie, turning her face toward Beth and trying to see her in the darkness. "But don't tell the girls."

"I won't," promised Beth, whispering, "Anyway, y'know, I also do it. Sometimes..."

"Wow" Carrie was surprised. "I would never say... Never thought you did so, I would've noticed."

"Under the shower. Sometimes, when you are last for the shower, you can have some extra time before the nuns make you go to your room. I sometimes do so and then... I masturbate, is that the word?" she made sure.

"Yeah. Do you use your fingers?" Carrie was curious, "I do, like now for example."

"Gosh, is so naughty," giggled Beth, "You use fingers? You put them, y'know, inside?"

"Sure. I take two without a problem. And how you do it?"

"I like to play with the slit. I like to stroke my pussy lips and especially this little button at the top. That's nicest to do. You think so too?"

"Yeah. I like my clit too."

"What you said?"

"It's clit, clitoris, I mean. I think you didn't have that in anatomy classes."

"Nope. We'll have it next year."

"I know all that already. And some naughty names for that as well."

"Oh-Geez. I think I'll start to play with me just like you. It makes me wet just to think about it," confessed Beth.

"Oh, yeah. Come on, do it," encouraged the other girl. She stuck her fingers deeper into her moist, hot pussy. She was so aroused, this made her shiver and moan quietly.

"You still do it?" asked Beth. Carrie murmured yes.

"Listen, I... would like to ask you a favor. But you probably won't agree..."

"Go ahead! Ask whatever you want," Carrie started to feel comfortable with that conversation. She took on the role of an expert and liked it.

"Nah, forget it. You wouldn't agree anyway."

"C'mom, don't be a little girl," teased Carrie.

"OK. But you won't agree for sure," warned Beth.

"Stop that and say it," Carrie demanded.

"I'd like to look at you when you, y'know... with fingers. Maybe I could, y'know..." She looked through the dark room, trying to see the expression on Carrie's face, but it was too dark. She held her breath.

Carrie at the question jumped suddenly. It was almost what she fantasized about only a few minutes ago. That almost terrified her - the idea of REALLY doing it, but at the same time it aroused her."

"Sure you can!" she almost exclaimed. "I mean, I could show you." She lay on her back, shoved her blanket aside and spread her legs to the sides, so that her cunnylips opened a little. She was all wet and even the sheets under her buttocks were totally soaked through.

Beth sat at the edge of the bed. Like hypnotized she looked as Carrie stuck her fingers to mouth and licked her own juice and salivated her fingers. She then put her middle and index finger at the entrance to her vagina and slowly slid it in. It looked so easy.

"You ever did it?" asked Carrie, fingering herself, her eyes almost closed, her fingers moving regularly back and forth in her womb.

"Actually, I tried. But I couldn't."

"You'd like to, right?"

"Sure."

"I have an idea, but it's dirty," giggled Carrie.

"Very dirty?" giggled Beth in reply.

"Very... You can train a little, before actually trying to finger yourself."

"Train... I don't get it. I need to finger something, anyway, right?"

"You can try on me, if you want..." said Carrie. Beth gasped at that thought. That would be really dirty. She thought for a moment if she'll have to confess all that as a sin.

"I... I think, geez, I would like to..." she was shy to admit that.

"C'mon, then. Come here," Carrie pulled Bethany's hand and placed it on her pussy.

"Stroke it for a moment, and decide the finger you want to use, OK?"

Beth nodded and slid her index finger along Carrie's slit. She had a wide, curly patch of dark blonde pubic hair that was soft and nice. Beth noticed her friend had much more hair than she did. Hers was just a little ginger feather that showed only recently.

She found Carrie's hole with her finger and stopped there.

"So, can I?" she looked at Carrie. The girl held one hand on her crotch, over Beth's wrist. Her other hand caressed her big, pink nipple.

"Yeah, go ahead."

Beth pushed her finger in. She felt something soft, wet, hot and elastic closing around it. It was pulsing. Carrie moaned loudly and shivered. Beth recognized that - her roommate has just climaxed from her touch.

It was right. Carrie closed her eyes and let the wave of extreme pleasure wash over her body.

"Geez-ass," she moaned again, biting her hand. "Please, do it some more, please, god, finger me, Beth." She could not stop herself.

Beth withdrew her finger, then she pushed it in, deeply and forcefully. Carrie's body jerked. Beth repeated her action, over and over again.

Carrie bit her lip not to shout. She had never felt anything so intense. Beth's touch, the fact that another girl touched her there, in her cunny was so arousing she couldn't even imagine it before. Her whole body arched, until she finally collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted, cuming all over Beth's hand. She totally flooded everything with her girl juice.

"Oh, my god, that was something." She could hardly see Beth, although she was quite close.

"I... I liked it too. It was nice to know you feel like this, I guess. And I liked it..."

"So, are you ready now to try yourself? - asked Carrie, still breathing heavily."

"I... I still don't know... Maybe, y'know..."

"Maybe I'll do it, how 'bout that?"

"I... Well... OK." Beth hesitated a bit but finally smiled, "Please do."

Carrie pushed the redhead down to the bed. She grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Beth's cunny glistened with moisture in the dim light. The blonde salivated her finger and started sliding it along her roommate's slit, pressing delicately, so that with every move her finger sunk deeper and deeper between the girl's cunny lips.

She moved her finger up, smearing Beth pussy juice all over her slit. She located her clit and started rubbing it. Beth's body shivered and she moaned loudly. As Carrie caressed her friend's pussy, she thought about one more thing. She never tried it though, only heard about it. It was terribly "naughty".

She moved her face down, toward Bethany's crotch. She could smell the thick, musky odor of the girl's arousal. She lowered her head and kissed her pussy. Beth jumped up at the bed, but didn't say anything nor did anything to prevent her. Carrie stuck out her tongue and tasted the moisture covering Beth's skin. It was salty, a bit sour, but she liked it. She stuck her tongue out and started licking along the slit, pressing it inside. Bethany covered her mouth with a hand not to shout. She felt as if she was going to explode. The sensations coming from Carrie's activity were so intensely pleasant she could hardly keep her mind clear. She felt the familiar feeling when the climax was building up in her body. Carrie's tongue rubbed her sensitive clit and she jumped up, biting her lip to remain quiet.

Carrie again salivated her finger and positioned it at the entrance to Beth's vagina. Still licking on the girl's clit she pushed her finger in. Beth's body shivered, as Carrie was stopped by something inside. She pressed a bit stronger and her finger slid all the way inside, hitting the very bottom of Beth's hole. At the very same moment the redhead cum, her juice flowing freely over Carrie's hand and mouth. Bethany blacked out with the intensity of the feeling.

"Come on, wake up." She heard a whisper, feeling nice, soft lips on her mouth. It was Carrie who was kissing her. Her mouth still had Beth's taste on them. The 12-year-old kissed back on her friend, feeling her hot, moist tongue pressing against her lips. She let Carrie in and kissed her back.

"Wow, that was so... so great. I never thought it could be so strong..." she was still breathing heavily, with gasps.

"Yeah, that was wonderful for me too," nodded Carrie. She stroked her friend's hair and then cupped her little breast. Beth jerked when her erect, sensitive nipple was touched. It stood out like a little, hard pencil eraser. She thought of returning the favor and lowered her face to Carrie's breasts. She grabbed one, putting her big, pink nipple between her index and thumb and tweaking it. She took the other nipple in her mouth and started to suck on it, like a baby would do. Carrie moaned quietly and pressed her friend's head to her chest. It wasn't long before she orgasmed again.

The girls lay there, on Carrie's bed, totally exhausted. They wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their bodies close together. The blanket and the sheets on the bed were soaked with sweat and cum and the girls' skin was sticky with it.

"Geez-ass," whispered Beth. "This was the best thing that happened to me at St. Dumas."

"Oh, yes. I loved it as well..."

"Do you think, y'know, that we could maybe... sometimes..."

"Repeat it? Sure." The older girl already envisioned that in her mind. When Beth became her lover she could gradually try out all the things she heard of from girls. She was glad. First, because she was finally truly satisfied and because she now head someone to share all her life with. She stroked Beth's hair again.

"Sure we will repeat it. And we'll do many more things, my sweet, little lover," She kissed her friend full on the lips.

"Lover... That sounds nice," Beth smiled. She soon fell asleep in her lover's arms. Carrie dreamt a little about the days to come. She already had vision for the other roommates as well.

The girls didn't know that in just few weeks, life of the whole School is going to significantly change...

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August, 2001

Coming next:

Part II - Unfortunate Misunderstanding
Part III - Farewell And Welcome
Part IV - The Memories Of Father Donovan
Part V - Alice in Wonderland
Part VI - First Blood
Part VII - Father, I Have Sinned