Chapter 3
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.