Chapter 2
"Oh, you poor kid!" Jan Carlton murmured as she saw Debbie Strathmore's angry flesh. The older girl, a vivacious green-eyed redhead of eighteen, was helping her new roommate undress. "Mad Martie really laid it on you," she said, hanging Debbie's clothes in a closet. "The first time is always the roughest."
Debbie was sobbing quietly, remembering the pain and humiliation, but she was also thankful of Jan's spontaneous kindness. "You mean it happens all the time?"
"Sure" Jan shrugged. "But you get used to it." She was tempted to add, but didn't, that you even got to like it. She continued to fuss over Debbie, her solicitousness camouflaging the deep excitement that welled up in her. They had promised her a reward and Debbie was it. Jan drank in the sight of the younger girl's lithe, shapely body aryl her blonde looks. Cute, she thought, and so tender. It was difficult to restrain herself. She wanted to take the girl into her arms and crush those pink-tipped titties into her own.
"... and I'll bring my own things up in the morning," Debbie was saying, "if I can just take a shower and borrow a pair of pajamas for tonight."
Jan shook her head. "No, listen to big sister. I should know how to take care of a spanked ass, believe me. Pull back the sheets and lie down. I have some ointment that works miracles."
When she returned from the bathroom with a jar of medicated ointment, Debbie was stretched out as directed. Jan turned off the overhead light, leaving only a bed lamp to illuminate the girl's nakedness. She sat on the edge of the bed and tentatively touched the tormented flesh.
"Please, Jan, you don't have to do this. You've been so kind. I can manage."
"Not another word. We girls have to take care of one another. You'll get your chance, you know, to do the same for me." With that, she began rubbing the ointment into the cheeks of Debbie's ass. She spread the soothing salve gently, allowing her fingertips to knead the tissue like soft caresses. "Just relax," she said quietly. "There, that feels better already, I'll bet."
Debbie murmured gratefully. Yes, it felt wonderful; the lingering pain was dissolving and being replaced by a warm tingle. Jan had marvelous hands. They were so authoritative yet so consoling. This is the third time tonight, she thought, that another female has touched my naked body. But this time it was with tenderness, and Debbie welcomed it and felt close to her new friend.
Jan spread the ointment over the roundness of the cheeks and onto the backs of the upper thighs. She fought herself to keep her hands from trembling. The lovely little cunt was nestled down there only inches away. And there was that beautiful asshole winking at her. Jan lusted after assholes. If she had learned nothing else at Mt. Arcadia School, it was that. She always thought back to the first time when Elaine--Miss Duke--suggested it. The teacher had promised that she would arrange for the madame to give Jan a special whipping if the girl were to kiss and lick her asshole prettily. Jan recalled her initial trepidation but also the delicious sense of being so grossly used. Also, how badly she wanted the madame's special treatment. It had worked out beyond her expectations.
Now she had been given a gift. She had to handle it properly or it would be taken away from her. She knew what the madame and Elaine and the others expected of her, and for that reason she controlled the temptation to plunge her face between the cheeks of Debbie's ass and burrow her tongue into the pale pink hole. Until the girl was properly prepared, the other, larger hole would have to do for a start. Jan let her fingers run up to the edge of the pubic hair that was available to her. "Oh, they spanked you there, too," she observed gently.
"It was awful," Debbie said. "They were horrible. They touched me and felt me and accused me of all sorts of things."
"You mean, your cunt got wet. No, don't be shocked. We're friends, we have to be frank with each other. What happened to you isn't unusual, I can tell you. Lots of girls react the same way to a whipping. The boys, too. They get whipped as much as we do. Some of them get hard-ons after a couple of smacks. And a good, solid thrashing makes a lot of people come. You didn't do that, did you? Come, I mean?"
"No, I... I didn't know what was happening. There was so much pain and yet I felt, you know, hot."
"Yes, I know. But don't let it scare you. Do you know that just sitting here, seeing where you've been spanked and talking about it has made me hot and wet? That's the truth. Look."
Jan turned and let the robe she was wearing fall open. She spread her legs so that Debbie, by looking over her shoulder, could see the glistening moisture in the fringe of reddish hair that surrounded the blushing flesh that surrounded Jan's clit. Debbie was startled by the sudden intimacy. She tried to stammer a reply but nothing came. For the second time in a couple of hours, she was looking close-up at another female's sex. Involuntarily, she felt herself comparing this new view to the shaven, ripe appearance of Madame Martel's. The odd sensation she had felt back in the office struck her again. She knew she was staring but she couldn't pull her eyes away.
"You see, you're not unique," Jan whispered forcefully. "Most of us girls here are the same. As I said, we help each other. There are ways."
When Jan had turned and opened her legs, she had not removed her hand from where it was resting in Debbie's crotch. She let a fingertip dally at the bottom corner of the girl's cunt. With her other hand, she touched her own sex lips. She saw the girl staring hotly as she rubbed herself. "You see how wet it is?" Her fingers were already damp and shiny. She could feel her clit rising. She moaned as she stroked it. At the same time, she was making similar movements with her own hand upon Debbie. For a minute, and it seemed far longer, neither girl spoke. Then Debbie uttered a small cry, squirmed on her belly, and spread her thighs apart to afford Jan free hand movements. It was the invitation the older girl was waiting for. "Just trust me, baby, and I'll show you how to make it all better. Turn over and let big sister show you how."
A part of Debbie's mind was numb while she heard the words and felt herself being stroked. She no longer disbelieved that anything so sexually weird could be happening to her. .Though she couldn't explain why, she knew she was going to let it happen. Despite her tender years, she already possessed a potent sexual appetite. It was that, in fact, which had caused her to be sent to Mt. Arcadia School in the first place. Rich and spoiled, she had discovered that she liked to fuck when she was twelve years old. It had never occurred to her that her parents knew or even cared of her sexual wildness. She had continued to date boys older than herself and found it exhilarating to turn them on, to have them fawning over her, to have them begging her to allow them to fuck her. She had loved both the excitement and the satisfaction of sex yet, upon reflection, it had all been as straight as an arrow.
Aside from allowing boys to eat her cunt and occasionally going down on them as a reward for a good performance, she had never indulged in anything except normal coitus. She was aware of lesbianism but was only mildly curious. She had vaguely heard of sadism and masochism, too, but those were too remote for more than a passing thought. Now she was suddenly confronted with lesbianism and she instinctively knew that the other perverseness had surfaced earlier that night. Still, if one thing had been made clear during her first week at Mt. Arcadia, it was that the boys and girls were strictly sexually segregated. If she wanted any sex at all, she was going to have to adapt herself to what was available. Jan was more than available.
"Don't be scared," Jan whispered as she crawled into the bed next to Debbie.
"I am, just a little ... I've never done this before."
The older girl shushed her and pulled her into her arms. Their lips met and they kissed gently at first, gradually opening their mouths wider and letting their tongues roam. Jan sighed as she felt the pressure of the younger girl's tits. They were both about the same size except that Jan's nipples, now hard and pointed, were thicker and longer. That slight advantage pleased the older girl. She knew from experience the exquisite pleasure she received when her breasts were being punished. She'd always thought it was largely due to her oversized nipples. It was something that her new roommate might not understand.
Jan cupped one of Debbie's breasts and broke the kiss. "Did they slap your tits?" she asked, now curious. Debbie shook her head. Jan smiled inwardly and added, "Well, sometimes they do that. It hurts, too, like mad, but after a while it's really groovy. Then afterwards, the greatest thing of all is to let one of the girls suck them. If they ever do it to you, I'll take care of them for you and you'll know what I mean. For a sample ..." Before Debbie could protest, Jan abruptly slid down and took one of the young girl's nipples between her lips. She began a strong suction along with a pulling movement. Gradually, she took more and more of the flesh into her mouth. She knew she was pleasing herself as much as, or more than, her partner. However, she didn't mind being a little greedy--especially since she wouldn't go after the girl's young, sweet asshole on the very first night.
To compensate for her own oral indulgence, Jan lavishly fingered Debbie's cunt. Every stroke into the tight, coral hole produced an increased flow of juices. She avoided the clit, sensing that it would produce an orgasm far too soon. After what she had been through earlier, the girl might have only one good pop in her, Jan thought. She wanted that to be special.
"Fingerfuck me, Debbie, please. Work my clit. I'm so hot. Please."
Not knowing what had been expected of her, Debbie had hesitated to touch Jan. Now, with this invitation, she went at it willingly. The only cunt she had ever felt was her own. She was familiar with the touch of the flesh and the texture of the inner walls. She knew all the folds, the nooks, and the crannies. Her curiosity piqued, her own cunt on fire, she reached down swiftly to make the comparison. The heat and the extreme wetness thrilled her at first, but she became quickly absorbed with the velvety softness of the flesh. It was so smooth and sleek it seemed to glide and quiver under her fingers. Then she thought she could feel the cunt lips puff and swell as she applied more pressure. It was marvelous. The excitement of it welled up in her. There was nothing "dirty" to it at all. Rather, it freaked her out. It gave her hot vibrations that caused her own cunt-flesh to pulsate. She mumbled, "Oh, beautiful! It's just beautiful. I never knew."
Then Debbie uttered a sound of surprise when she touched Jan's clitoris for the first time. She had never realized that a clit could be so big and hard. It was like a small, slick pebble high in the cleft. It almost burned at the touch. A thrill ran through her when she felt Jan shudder as the love nub was teased. How beautiful it was to please another person! All of her young sex life, she had never really thought of the other person. She had assumed that the young men that fucked her had been satisfied enough to drop their loads. The only thing that had really concerned her was the depth and intensity of her own orgasms. But now, for the first time, she could relate to another person. She instinctively knew the pleasure she was giving because she was simultaneously receiving it. She had three of Jan's long fingers plunging into her and she was wiggling wildly under the assault. "My clit," she breathed raggedly, "do mine like I'm doing yours!"
"Not with my fingers," was the reply. The older girl immediately slid further down on the bed and wedged her body between Debbie's legs. Then she pulled herself upwards and closer, resting the legs over her shoulders. She tugged on Debbie so that the girl's body was inclined and only her head and shoulders remained on the mattress. Pushing more closely, Jan took one of Debbie's hands and showed her how she could continue to fingerfuck her while she was being eaten. The moment Debbie resumed her stroking of the tremendously engorged clitoris, Jan bent her head, drew the waiting cunt to her lips, and licked hungrily.
The first touch of the tongue sinking into the moist folds triggered a violent shudder of ecstasy. Debbie moaned the undeniable pleasure. She grabbed for a breast and squeezed. She fingered and fondled--changed hands--smearing the cunt juices from one tit to another. And all the time Jan's tongue thrashed in her so wildly, it felt like a voracious animal on a rampage deep inside her. Then the older girl's lips closed over her clit and nearly caused her to have an instant convulsion. She felt the orgasm rising within her. It was as if someone were pumping up a burning balloon in her guts. "Oh, yes, yes. . . yes!!"
Jan pulled her mouth up abruptly. "Not yet!" she whispered fiercely. She wiggled out from between Debbie's legs. She was trembling with her own passion. She had gone too far to be denied her own pleasure. With Miss Duke and some of the other upper form girls, it was always she who provided the orgasms. But the others knew how to make her do it, how to make her beg for the opportunity to do it. Debbie didn't know any of that yet. And until she did, she was going to provide the pleasures that the others denied.
She moved slowly up the bed on her hands and knees. She crouched above Debbie's head. "First me, baby!" she said with surprising intensity. "Big sister comes first." She was prepared to force the girl, but she was secretly relieved when Debbie spontaneously lifted her head and began licking and sucking greedily. Jan moved closer and moaned as she fitted the girl's mouth more perfectly to her cunt. She could sense Debbie's inexperience, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that the aching would be gone. She rocked her pelvis back and forth, putting more weight on the loving lips and tongue. She timed the movements so that the strokes would hit her clitoris. In a minute, Debbie got the idea and sucked on it ferociously. Jan shook in pleasure.
"Bite it! Use your teeth! Go on, bite it!"
Debbie responded, nibbling and gnawing. The clit felt huge between her teeth. Like a cock. She remembered a boy who had asked her to drag the edges of her teeth over his cock. She did the same to Jan's clit, and the older girl squealed in ecstasy. In what seemed like a single motion, Jan spun around on the bed so swiftly that Debbie barely lost contact with the cunt. Now Jan was in a position to use her mouth, too. And she did, with a ferocity that took Debbie's breath away. They squirmed and sucked and bit until both of them exploded with eruptive, flowing orgasms!
In her suite in the same dormitory, Miss Duke turned off the communications' receiver that, coupled with a secret microphone, had just carried the words and sounds of the sexual clash to her ears. She smiled smugly, picked up a phone, and dialed an extension number.
"Jan did quite well," she said. "I don't think we'll have much trouble with Debbie Strathmore."
Madame Martel's voice came back, "Very good. She has a lot of promise. If we can bring her along to where Jan is, it will be a complete success."