Chapter 6
Sandra thought that she would have to forgo sex when she was sent away to a girls' boarding school. She was quite chagrined by the prospect.
But, all her cajoling could not convince her father to let her stay home, and continue to be taught by Mr. Howard. Jamie was being sent to a boarding school because that was what the Parsons men always did.
And, Sandra was being sent off because as she grew lovelier and sexier, while still remaining childishly soft and tantalizing, her father became more and more concerned about his reaction to her. He found it extremely embarrassing to walk around the house with a hard on because of his daughter's dancing around in her short, frilly dresses.
At least once a day, after seeing his girl, he had to lock himself into his study, and pull his cock out by the very roots, it would seem. He would try to shoot off his sperm as quickly as possible, dab it up with a handkerchief and return with composure to the business of being a responsible father and society man.
So, Sandra was far from achieving her aim when she slid into her father's lap and began to softly pet him as she squirmed childishly hugging him close to her. He was rendered extremely uncomfortable by the tantalizing presence on top of his crotch.
"Please, Daddy, can't I stay home, and study on with Mr. Howard. I do so well with him." Sandra whined to her father.
"No, we've been over that before, young lady. Mr. Howard has already been referred to us to the Adamses in Rockport. So, you see, there would be nobody here to teach you if you stayed." Mr. Parsons reasoned to her.
"Oh, I'm sure he would tell those nasty Adams girls where to go if you offered to keep him on here, Daddy. That's no excuse." Sandra said.
Sandra began to stroke at her father's cuffs. She liked to fondle his sterling silver cufflinks.
She put her cheek to the male jewelry and rubbed against the smooth, blonde hair, now long and curled nightly, brushed against James's hand.
He felt his cock leap up in his pants. He worried intensely that his daughter's pantied crotch could feel the swelling as it lay against his.
"But, I love being here with you and Mommy, and Mr. Howard, and Jamie, and cook, and Mr. Melon." Sandra said to her father.
She slid her ass back and forth against the bulge in her father's pants. She was aware of it, and was not above using all she had in her aim.
She pressed her chest sideways against her father's vest and button down shirt. She rocked herself and sucked her thumb.
Mr. Parsons tried to steady his trembling breath. He put his hand onto his daughter's soft hair.
He stroked it and tried to push her away. But, Sandra was firm in her position.
She had gotten herself into a good position on her father's bulging lap. His swollen clothed cock was right in the groove of her pussy.
She slid and rocked back and forth, all the while effecting the behavior of a child. She sucked her thumb and began to weep a little.
"Now, now." Mr. Parsons said to his daughter.
He could resist her no better than his wife could, especially when she was starting to cry. He was too stimulated now, as well, to stop her from rocking her warm pussy against him, if she wanted to.
"Now, now, pussy." James said to her, rubbing her back gently over her bright orange pinafore.
Sandra found that her rising excitation was good for helping her simulate crying. She could gasp for breath and tremble just as well in either situation.
Mr. Parsons was very quiet now. He continued to pat his daughter on her back.
He could feel that she didn't wear a bra. She didn't need one, and she had always resisted her mother's attempts to get her one "just for training."
Mr. and Mrs. Parsons smiled at this evidence of their daughter's immaturity. They rather liked the fact that she was so childish, even as she was growing older.
Mr. Parsons liked to think of his daughter as being very innocent. And, as such, he didn't really see any harm in letting her rocking motion bring him to a quiet orgasm as long as she was unaware of it.
He fell very quiet, trying to modulate his breathing, as the girl rocked his cock in her warm groove. He even went so far as to put his hand down to pat her ass, and press her more tightly to him.
Sandra pretended to be falling asleep. She sucked her thumb loudly, to muffle her moans.
And, she let her father press her cunt firmer against his aroused penis. She rocked herself gently back and forth on the trousered lump.
Finally, as her eyes were closed, feigning sleep, she heard her father let out a low groan of relief. She felt a slight dampness at his crotch.
She looked up at her father. His eyes were closed, and his face had a distinctly lascivious expression on it.
"Did you say something, Daddy? I must have dozed off." Sandra said to him, batting her big grey eyes innocently at him.
"No, dear. You must have been dreaming. Now, run along. I still haven't changed my mind. In fact, I'm resolved that you be educated with other young ladies." Mr. Parsons said to her.
"Yes, Daddy." Sandra said to him, too lulled by her recent orgasm to fight.
So, Sandra was sent away to a girls' boarding school. She accepted her fate with glumnness.
"It might be fun, Sandy," her brother said to her.
"Fat chance. There won't be any penises there!" Sandra complained to her brother.
"Well, you might find one or two men. But, be careful. Remember what Mr. Howard always says, 'Discretion first.'" Jamie said to her.
"Yeah. I probably won't even have to worry about being discreet." Sandra pouted.
"Oh, sex isn't everything. You might have some nice girl friends and you might learn something in nice classes." Jamie said to her.
"That's all very well for you to say, but you know how bad I am in school. And, other girls don't seem to like me." Sandra said to him.
"How would you know? You don't ever see any other girls except the Adamses, and the cook's daughter. And she's just a poor nigger girl," Jamie said to her, with more than a hint of contempt.
"Yeah, nobodies. Well, I guess I'll have to put up with it." Sandra said to Jamie.
"Right. Be a Stoic." Jamie said to her.
"Don't you use big words with me!" Sandra said to her brother.
So, Sandra went off to boarding school. She arrived there on a cloudy September day.
The schoolmistress led her and her mother and father to the dorm in which she was going to have to sleep that year. Sandra found the prospect much worse than her previous arrangement of half nights with Jamie, and half nights in her own, frilly canopy bed.
James found himself growing erect as he walked through the girls' dormitory. Several lovely nymphets were already opening their pastel colored suitcases, and putting their frilly panties in their drawers.
The girls giggled as the tall man walked through their rooms. Finally, he sat down on the edge of one bed when the schoolmistress led them to Sandra's room.
Five girls were to sleep in it. Sandra picked the bed under the window which contained a maple tree.
Two of the other girls were already unpacking, and one had already been and gone. Sandra eyed the two girls suspiciously.
One was very homely. The other one was rather pretty in James's opinion.
He watched her surreptitiously as she bent down to put things in a low drawer, and her short skirt hitched up around her hips. He had a good view of her electric pink patterned panties.
They shadowed in at her ass crack. James put his hat on his lap to cover his hard on.
"Well, this is it. I'm sure that Sandra will be very happy here." the woman said.
Sandra mumbled something to herself. The homely girl smiled at her.
"Oh, I'm sure she will. She hasn't had much chance to get to meet girls her own age." Mrs. Parsons said to the mistress.
"Well, she'll soon have many, many dear girlfriends. We pride ourselves on the togetherness of our girls." the schoolmistress said to Mrs. Parsons.
"Yes, I've heard that." Mrs. Parsons said to the woman.
Sandra began to open her suitcase. Her parents kissed her goodbye.
She shut her suitcase and walked with them out to their car. She waved them off down the road.
"That bastard. He lets me rub his cock, but he still sends me to this hell hole." Sandra thought to herself.
Then, Sandra made her way back to her dorm room. She was in an atrocious mood.
Back in the room, all four other girls were assembled. One was just saying goodbye to her mother.
"Well, here we are. Janice and I have been here already. The rest of you are new, am I right?" a very pretty girl who Sandra had not seen before asked.
"Right." came the mumbles.
"Well, fine. I'm sure we'll all get along grandly once we get accustomed to the place." the girl said.
Sandra felt awkward in her blue dress with puffy short sleeves, and a high waistline. All the other girls were wearing things like turtleneck jerseys and hip-hugger miniskirts.
But, immediately, the pretty girl, came over to Sandra. She smiled friendly at her.
"You must be Sandy. I've already gotten everybody else's names, and Sandra's the only one left on the list." the girl said to her.
"That's right. Um, what's your name?" Sandra asked her lackadaisically.
"I'm Becky. You seem nervous, there's no reason to be. We all help each other here." Becky said to Sandra.
Sandra shrugged her shoulders imperceptibly. Then, she followed Becky out of the room.
They went down the hall, with the other girls to the dining room. They sat down at the table that seemed to be reserved for them.
"At first we only sit with our dorm mates. But, later, we'll be able to sit wherever we want." Janice told the girls.
Janice was a rather homely girl. She had thick dark hair that she wore long, with no style.
She had a bumpy white nose. She wore black glasses.
She had straight, thick, dark eyebrows. And, her face usually wore an expression of fierceness.
She sort of resembled Groucho Marx in a younger, slightly more feminine form. But, one could never laugh into her face.
Becky smiled encouragingly at Sandra. She was sitting beside Janice who seemed to have a rather proprietary interest in her.
Sandra was stuck between a chattering Southern girl, and a glum, if somewhat pretty girl who only seemed interested in eating. The food was terrible.
"It's awful, isn't it?" Becky said, after the girls had chewed morosely for several minutes.
"It's not like our cook's." Sandra said.
The other girls looked at her. She lowered her head, and played with the peas with her fork.
"Do you have a good cook at your place?" Becky asked her.
"Oh, yes, she's marvelous. She's from the South and she cooks the best fried chicken and macaroni and cheese and all sorts of things." Sandra said.
The girl from the South smiled toward her. Sandra found herself blushing.
After that, Sandra found that the girls were easy enough to get along with. But, she was still very horny.
There were virtually no men around the place except the dried out old physics professor who even Sandra could not get herself interested in. Sandra found herself masturbating in bed every night after lights out.,
For the first month, Sandra was totally lacking really satisfying sex. That is, she was totally lacking in sexual relations.
So, she would furtively hide under her bedclothes every night, rubbing away at her own pussy. She tried to remember things that she had done with her brother, her tutor, and the groom.
And, she also began to fantasize situations with them and other men. But, she just didn't find fantasies and her fingers sufficiently satisfying.
She wondered how the other girls managed to get by through school with absolutely no sex. Some of them, she was sure, did not even masturbate.
She knew this from one of their bull sessions, in which a boy masturbating was mentioned, and then there was a short conversation on masturbation. Two of the girls said that they found it "nasty" to touch themselves "down there", and one girl did not even know that girls could masturbate.
Sandra was astonished by the girls' naivete. She noticed, however, that Becky did not seem to be very stupid about sex.
The bull sessions mostly concerned gossip about teachers, and only a little mushy romantic discussion of. little filiations with boys back home. Given the atmosphere, it would probably have been indiscrete to have gotten into a graphic discussion of sex.
But, somehow, within the confines of their discourse, Becky managed to get across the impression that she was not all that inexperienced sexually. Sandra took note of this.
Throughout the girlish discussions, Janice sat stone faced, her arms crossed in front of her, and her eyes, more likely than not, focused on Becky's often loquacious figure.
Sandra rarely had anything to say during these talks. She therefore got a reputation as very inexperienced sexually.
At the middle of October, before the weather would change for the worse, the girls were to go on a camping trip. Sandra had never been out camping.
Everything was arranged. The girls would go off in groups consisting of two dorm rooms.
They would be driven out to some rustic spot, and then hike off for the nearest paradise. One teacher would go with each group.
The teacher would be there mostly for safety. She kept a communications radio to radio in case there was any trouble.
Other than that, the girls were to enjoy themselves, and explore the outdoors a little. Becky was to be the leader of Sandra's group.
Becky had a lot of experience with camping. She came from a large family of boys.
Since she was out of diapers, she had been going off at every week long vacation with them into the woods or the mountains. She was very much the outdoors type, although she was quite good in academics as well.
Becky was a very attractive girl. She was quite tall for her age, and for a girl.
She had long slender legs. Her torso was not remarkable.
She did not have a particularly shapely hip or breast line. But, there was nothing wrong with it.
Her body had the grace of litheness and health. It was there, but it was not spectacular except, perhaps for her shapely legs.
She had a very fine bone structure. Her face was starkly lovely.
She kept her hair cropped short. It was light brown, and only slightly wavy.
Her eyes were a light hazel color. They shone with friendliness, but they were not exceptionally large, pretty, or noteworthy.
Her lips were moderate sized, and well etched. Her complexion was clear and peachy colored.
No one feature of hers was particularly beautiful. It was just that all together, and greatly augmented by her gait and her posture and natural grace, she was what many people considered a beautiful girl.
Her teeth were slightly crooked at one side, but otherwise they were big and white. They were not as large, however as to be really remarkable, as some actress's are.
When Becky smiled her face broke into friendly crinkles. Her straight, medium thickness eyebrows went closer to her eyes, and lines that one day would develop into crow's-feet appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Becky smiled frequently. And, she was also ready with a stern and calm purposefulness when a problem arose.
Her hands were one of her loveliest features. They were very long and slender.
Bones and veins stuck out prettily on them, but their color was a uniform white. She used them with quiet eloquence when she spoke and listened.
Becky was well respected by her peers, and by her teachers. But, she had enough of a mischievous attitude to not be an odious example of excellence.
Since Sandra was the only girl who had absolutely no experience in camping, she was assigned to sleep in the tent with Becky. The girls were to be in pup tents.
So that there would be no problems with the less popular girls not having tent mates, they were assigned their mates. These were made in accordance with experience first, and size second.
Sandra noticed that Janice's face grew purplish with anger as she read the list which stated the Sandra and Becky would be tent mates. Sandra decided that Janice wanted Becky to be her tent mate.
Sandra was sure that it wasn't her company that Janice rued. Indeed, Janice seemed to harbor a dislike for Sandra.
Sandra couldn't see why except perhaps for a natural antipathy, or perhaps because Becky seemed to take a particular liking to Sandra, and Janice seemed to have a particular possessive liking for Becky.
Becky did spend a lot of her time with Janice. And, most observers would say that they were best friends.
But, when she was alone, Becky often went to talk with Sandra. However, if Janice called her, she quickly went to her.
Sandra could easily see why Janice liked Becky so much, but she didn't understand what attraction Janice had for Becky. Janice was Sandra's least favorite dorm mate.
Sandra found the girl morose, bossy, bullying, and just generally unattractive. She offended Sandra's view of frilly, silly girlhood.
Janice was hard-edged, and rough. She was reported to be pretty good at classes, but the one class which she had with Sandra, in Sandra's admittedly inexpert opinion, showed her to be all style and no substance.
Janice was stuck with the girl from the South, who she couldn't bear, almost as much as she couldn't stand Sandra. The girl from the South was always chattering about her beau back home.
When they got to the campsite that they decided on, they set up their tents. It was already evening.
After finishing setting up, the girls built a campfire, and fixed up a pioneer stove for their dinner. They had brought soup for two soup special.
They also had hot dogs to roast on sticks. And, for dessert there were marshmallows to toast to a black or brown softness.
Then, like the girl scouts from whom the rest of their menu descended, the girls would stick the hot marshmallows between two graham crackers with a square of milk chocolate. And, they would sit around and tell stories.
Janice spent every minute of the evening with Becky. They drank their bean and cheddar cheese soup side by side.
They held their wieners side by side. And, Janice cooked while Becky set up the "some-mores". Janice lay down next to Becky while another girl told a story. And, she looked up enthralled while Becky told her story.
But, finally, bedtime came around, and the teacher made sure that everyone retired to the proper tent. She knew from past camping trips that the most problems came from girls battling about rearranging sleeping arrangements.
So, Sandra ended up in the small pup tent with Becky. Becky had found them a nice spot of soft grass on which to set their tent up.
But, the plot was rather a distance from the other tents. The teacher had approved of the location only because Becky was such an experienced camper, and she didn't see that there would be any problems.
Besides, it was certainly close enough for a yell to be heard, if conversation would remain inaudible from there. So, they got their soft floor.
They also got their privacy. And, good use was soon made of that.
"Well, here we are." Sandra said lying down on the soft grass, inside of her sleeping bag.
"Yes, here we are. I'm glad that Miss Hauty allowed us to stay out here." Becky said to her.
"Yeah, I think we have the nicest floor of any of the tents." Sandra said to her.
"Are you having trouble with your sleeping bag?" Becky asked Sandra.
"Well, not really, I just find it sort of awkward to sleep in this narrow bag. I like to thrash around when I sleep." Sandra said to her.
"Oh, really? Well, I was just going to suggest that we zip our bags together, or we might even dispense with the zippers. It doesn't look like it's going to be such a cold night." Becky said to her.
"Whatever you say is fine with me. You're the expert." Sandra said to her.
"Well, you see, I suggest that we open up one of our bags, and lay it on the ground, and the other one we could use as a blanket. Then we can both thrash around all we want -within the confines of this pup tent, of course." Becky said to the girl.
Sandra had had to wear very uncharacteristic clothes for the camping trip. She had to wear plaid flannel shirt and jacket, and sturdy pants and boots.
These clothes were given out by the school since some of the girls didn't have camping outfits. It was also so that one girl would not have an advantage over the other with warmer, or lighter clothing from some expensive outdoors store.
Sandra hated the outfit that she was forced to wear. But, they had been allowed to bring their own night clothes.
So she wore her frilliest nightie. As soon as they were allowed to leave the campfire, Sandra ran out to her tent, and got into her nightie.
She crumpled the hated day clothes into a mound at the foot of the tent. Then, she slid her way into her sleeping bag.
But, Becky had had to spend an extra few minutes in making peace with her angry friend, Janice, before she could get to the tent. When Sandra stepped out of her sleeping bag Becky was surprised by her outfit.
"My! You're dressed pretty for a camper!" Becky said to her.
"Oh, you think I'm silly don't you?" Sandra said.
Becky was still in her clothes, and Sandra was sure that she was going to put on a plaid flannel night shirt. Sandra looked at her long leg bent up as the girl rearranged their sleeping bags.
"What are you wearing to bed?" Sandra asked her.
"Oh, something much less feminine - my naked body." Becky laughed.
"Do you think I'm a goose for bringing this out here?" Sandra asked her.
Becky laughed and began to unsnap her plaid flannel shirt. She smiled friendly at the other girl.
"No, I think it's cute." Becky said, as she unsnapped the last snap.
"Well, it's just that I hate the clothes I have to wear during the day. You know I have a real weakness for frilly things. I just can't bear to spend a week without them." Sandra said.
"Well, I think you look just fine." Becky said to her.
Becky put her hand on Sandra's lacy collar. She smiled at her.
"You look very pretty. And, I like that frilly, silliness about you." Becky said to her.
Sandra smiled. She kneeled down on the under sleeping bag.
Becky drew off her flannel shirt. Sandra looked at her spare, but just right upper torso.
Becky's breasts were flatter than Sandra's. Along with Becky's height, thinness, and spare shape, and short hair, they made Becky look like a boy.
There was a different type of youthful look about Becky. She looked like a ten year old boy, while Sandra looked like a ten year old girl.
Both of course, were young ladies of a more advanced age. Sandra stared as her friend stripped.
Becky was totally unselfconsciously in front of Sandra. She smiled constantly at her as she unzipped her pants.
She wore plain, white cotton panties. She wore hip-huggers.
She soon drew those off of her, too. She revealed her light brown bush to the other young girl.
Sandra could not keep her eyes off of Becky's cunt. All of a sudden she felt a tingling feeling in her own cunt.
It was similar, but slightly different from the feeling she felt around men. Becky still smiled at her.
"Oh, I could dance all night!" Becky said, stretching her lithe arms up as far as they would go in the short tent.
"Dance? Out here?" Sandra said.
"Sure! But, Miss Hauty said that we had to stay in our tents. I used to do all sorts of crazy things with my brothers when we went camping. Other times, too." Becky said, trailing her voice off.
"Me too." Sandra said, softly.
"I did some strange sort of things with my brothers." Becky said, softly.
Becky looked at Sandra. She took a deep breath.
"You know, I used to let my brothers feel this pussy of mine." Becky said, putting her own hand to it, and looking into Sandra's eyes.
"You did! Me, too!" Sandra said to her, gasping with relief.
"Oh, how wild! I thought that I was the only one who did that at this school. Because the girls here talk like they know nothing, you know?" Becky said to her.
"Yeah! Really! That's why I shut up during our rap sessions." Sandra said to her.
"I wasn't sure if that was it, or if you really didn't know anything. I'm glad that it's because you do know." Becky said, looking earnestly at her, and putting her hand on her shoulder.
"Did you do it with all of your brothers?" Sandra asked her.
"Yeah. It was a real family thing. You see, they used to have circle jerks, you know what that is? Well, they used to do that before I came along. I'm four years younger than my youngest brother, you know." Becky said, bringing Sandra's little hand, underneath her lovely long one, to her cunt.
Sandra placed her hand on the other girl's pussy. She began to stroke it back and forth.
She felt lubrication well up in her own quim. She rubbed more intensely at the girl's cunt.
"Well, once I came along, they had something new to play with. Once, I was old enough for such stuff, of course." Becky said.
"My brother initiated me, along with our tutor." Sandra said.
"Your tutor! That's great! Was he good?" Becky asked Sandra.
"He was a sort of strange man. Very shy, except when I was alone with him, or sometimes with my brother. But, he sure knew how to satisfy me. He would really root at me tightly in our little locked schoolroom." Sandra sighed.
"Great. Uhm ... can you slip your finger into my slit. Here, let me change my position." Becky said.
Becky stretched her thighs out to the side, flexing her heels. Then she lifted her cunt forward so that it was spread before the other girl.
Sandra sat cross legged, and leaned forward. She slipped her fingers inside of her friend's cunt lips.
She felt the creamy inner area. She rubbed her fingers all around in it.
Becky sighed happily. She ran a long hand through Sandra's blonde hair.
"I like you a lot, you know that?" Becky said to her.
"More than you like Janice?" Sandra asked her.
"Oh, Janice. Well, Janice is something else, again." Becky said.
She spread her legs wider apart, and began to moan. Sandra was rubbing her thumb all over her tumescent clitoris..
Becky began to rock her pelvis slightly from side to side. Sandra dug her fingers deeper into her inner lips.
"Well, Janice is another thing. She just sort of latched on to me at the beginning. And, there was nobody else around that seemed to be interested in having real fun. And, you know Janice had a clitoris that's so long, when she's turned on, she can almost fuck a girl?" Becky said.
"No kidding? I never heard of anything like that." Sandra said as she circled over the girl's clitoris vigorously.
Sandra's finger was coated with cream. Juice was flowing out of Becky's glands.
"Yeah, Janice has her good points, let me tell you. I like to suck on her clit, it's like giving a blow job, almost. Except she doesn't come. And, I love to swallow come." Becky said to her.
"Yeah, me too. I love the slimy feel of it, and the funny taste." Sandra said as she continued to stroke the girl's cunt.
"Ooh! Keep on doing that! That really feels, ahh ... good." Becky said.
Sandra kept her thumb stroking over the other girl's clitoris with a circular motion, while she jabbed her little finger in and out of the girl's cunt hole. Her hand was covered with Becky's natural lubrication.
Becky began to pant with pleasure. She started to jerk her pelvis up and down. Sandra took her other hand, and slipped it up the girl's hole.
She managed to get all her fingers in. She pushed them in and out.
Becky moaned in appreciation. She kept pushing her pelvis more and more forward.
Sandra shoved her hand more firmly in and out of the vagina. Becky groaned and strained herself for orgasm.
In and out the hand went. Around and around the thumb went.
"Oooh! Sandy! Keep, keep on! I'm almost there. Uhn! Un! Un! Ayuhn! Un! Un! Un! Uhh!" Becky moaned.
Then, Sandra felt the inside of the girl's cunt vibrate with climaxing. More and more juice gushed.
Becky brought her hand down, and pressed both of Sandra's hands tightly onto her pussy. Sandra stopped moving them, and pressed them onto the trembling organ.
Becky was gasping for breath. Her skin shone in the darkness.
The flashlight hit her erect, sweaty nipples. They stood out from the near flatness of her chest.
Sandra leaned forward with her head, and nipped wetly at the right one. Becky sighed.
"Oh, Sandy! That was good. So good!" Becky said to her.
Sandra was now sucking on the girl's nipple, her arms went around the girl's skinny back.
"Oh, you pretty little girl!" Becky said to her.
She stroked Sandra's blonde hair. She felt the steady, biting sucking of Sandra's mouth on her tit.
"Oh, baby. You're really good for me. And, I'm gonna give you a good time, too." Becky said to her.
Becky began to stroke the shorter girl's shapely back. Her hand crept down her spine
Sandra felt like sparkles of electricity overcome her. She got up onto her knees.
She climbed over the other girl's lap. Her short legs encased the taller girl's thighs.
She pressed her cunt down so that it touched the hairy moistness of the other girl's. Becky drew her hand farther down Sandra's back.
Eventually, Becky's hand reached the other girl's ass crack. She dug her fingers into the crack and down to the girl's puckered asshole.
Slowly Becky worked her finger up Sandra's asshole. Sandra sighed with the pleasant pressure of the penetration.
Becky worked her finger well up the canal. Then, she began to twirl it around.
"Um, that feels sort of nice." Sandra said to her.
Sandra began to rub her cunt over the other girl's cunt, while the other girl dug her finger in and out of her asshole. Sandra felt her cunt tremble in arousal.
Sandra rested her chin on the girl's slender shoulder. She later turned her head down, and sucked on the rather salty skin there.
Meanwhile, Becky dug another long finger into the girl's cunt hole. She had two fingers up the ass and one up the cunt.
Finally, Becky dug the fourth, extremely long finger into the girl's cunt lips, and up to massage her clitoris. Her own cunt felt the outside of her fingers as she did so.
"Um, that's nice. Rub it briskly." Sandra said to her.
Becky rubbed and massaged, and probed at the girl's genitals. Slowly, Sandra began to moan with pleasure.
Up and down, in and out, around and around, forward and back, the girl's long fingers went in the other girl's cunt. Sandra was moaning with urgent regularity now.
Becky continued her campaign. Finally, Sandra groaned and trembled in her arms.
A gasp flew out at Becky's hickeyed shoulder. Becky smiled.
And, that was the beginning of Sandra's satisfying stay at girls' school. She even got to terms with Janice, and felt the benefits of her long clitoris.
And, when she saw her brother again, he got very hot as she told him stories from her school. And, his sex with her would be proportionally hot.
He especially liked to hear about three way sessions between the little girlish, Sandra, the youth-like, Becky, and the hirsute, large organed, Janice. Their triangles of eating, and their turns at fucking Janice fascinated him.
And, hearing about it, in detail would make his cock swell up fast and enormous. And, soon Sandra would put it in her little hand, and pull away at it while she continued her stories.