Chapter 4
She spent the remainder of the week with her parents, but the following Sunday they told her that she would have to go back to school and finish out the term. It Wouldn't be easy to face the girls again after having run away and the thought of being locked up with only girls was frustrating to her. Now that she had had a taste of sex, she wasn't sure that she would be able to wait until her next vacation to sample it again.
She was certain that the girls would know why she had run away and that they wouldn't treat her any differently when she returned, especially Sharon. She wasn't even sure that she could face Sharon after finding out what she had been told about her parents was true. It would be difficult for her to defend them now, after finding out the truth!
It was late Sunday night when the car let her off in front of her dormitory. She stood outside for just a moment, trying to decide what she would say, what she would do when the girls approached her, but nothing came to mind. Her legs were quivering when she walked, up the stairs to the house mother's room and told her that she was back.
"I hope I didn't worry you too much, Mrs. Foster" she said meekly. "I just had to get away for awhile."
"That's all right, dear," she said sympathetically. "I know that it hasn't been easy for you;' your father being so famous, but I've talked with a few of the girls and they realize that they were being unkind, so I'm sure you'll find that you're very welcome and I doubt that you'll have any more trouble. If there ever is anything I can do to help, please do come see me. Now go to your room and get unpacked."
She felt a little better as she walked to her room, but she wondered what she had said to the girls and what the girls had said was wrong. Maybe she would find out, but she wasn't going to ask any of them!
When she was in her room for only a few minutes, she heard a knock on the door.
"It's me, Sharon," a voice called out softly. "May I come in?"
"S-s-sure," she said falteringly, wondering what she could possibly want.
Sharon came in and plopped herself down on the bed. "I'm sorry if we were rough on you, Jenny." she said apologetically. "I guess we were cruel, but I just didn't think. At any rate, I'm glad you're back and please try to forgive me." Jenny turned around and smiled at her. "That's okay, Sharon, we all make mistakes, and maybe I was being a bit snobby to the others, so let's just forget anything ever happened, okay?"
"That would be great. The others are sorry, too, but they chose me to be the spokesman for the group, and I'm glad you're not mad." Oh, I almost forgot," she added, "we're getting together in my room after lights out for a gab fest if you'd care to join us. We'd really like you to come."
"That would be great. I'll sneak out just as soon as they check my room and I can hear the 'Proctor' go down the stairs."
When Sharon left the room, Jenny began singing to herself and wondering just went on during the after-lights sessions in Sharon's room. She had wondered for a long time and now she was going to find out.
She waited for almost ten minutes after the "Proctor" checked her room before she quietly opened her door and peeked down the hall to see if anyone was in sight. A few other doors were opening slowly, but it was just the other girls checking to see if the "Proctor" had left also. One by one they all tiptoed to Sharon's room and closed the door. They all sat in the center of the floor with only a small dim flashlight lighting their faces "Ssshhh," Sharon warned. "We don't want to get caught," trying to hold back a giggle.
None of the. girls said anything to her about her "vacation," because they just assumed that Sharon had taken care of that, but she no longer felt like a stranger, she felt accepted, like any of the other girls and she couldn't help grinning.
The girls sat around on the floor, exchanging notes on what had happened over the week-end.
"Well, Pete met me as usual," Sharon said. "Only this time we didn't stay for the whole movie!"
"Where'd you go," one girl asked. "What happened? You're lucky you didn't get caught."
"We went to an apartment of one of his friends and drank some be.?r. He tried to put the make on me right in front of some of his friends, but I wouldn't let him."
"Oh, come on Sharon," another said, "We all know you and Pete have been carrying on all year, so what was so different that day?"
"We!!, all the lights were on. In the movies it's different, the other people can't see you or don't care, but there were about eight other people there just looking at us. It was weird!"
"What do you mean, 'carrying on'?" Jenny asked nervously.
"Oh, you know," Sharon replied, but not directly answering her question.
She found it difficult to believe that some of the other girls weren't virgins either, and she wished that she had the nerve to come right out and ask them, but she just waited and listened to the others talk.
"Sam and I did some pretty heavy petting in the back of the car on the way back to school," one girl said. "God, it feels wonderful. I had no idea. I'd never let him touch me there before," she continued, pointing between her legs. "It gives me goose bumps just to think about it!"
"I've never done that," one of the younger girls chimed in. "I don't think I'd like it."
"Oh you'd like it all right," Sharon said. "Just wait a while longer and that innocent boyfriend of yours won't be so patient."
"What'd you do, Carol," Sharon asked a girl who hadn't said anything all night.
"I went home for the week-end and my mother asked me if I needed birth control pills! Can you imagine that... my mother!"
"Well, what did you tell her. You and Dave haven't just been holding hands for the past three months."
"I didn't know what to tell her. I just sort of stammered that I doubted it, but I think she knew. Anyhow, she slipped some into my suitcase before I left the house. If my father ever found out, he'd kill her... and me!" She laughed nervously.
"You're sleeping with Dave," Jenny asked. "Since when, what's it like?"
"Well, if she's not sleeping with him, I'd like to know how she got those bruise bites on her stomach!" Carol's room-mate added, laughingly.
"That's none of your business what Dave and I do," Carol said angrily.
"Oh come off it everyone," Sharon mediated, "We're not all lily white and pure, so what's the difference?"
Jenny wondered how many of the girls were actually virgins and how many of them just said they were. However, from the gist of the conversation, it seemed to be more the vogue if you weren't a virgin. She found it difficult to believe that every girl in the room had had experiences with a man before and she was certain that some of them just made their stories up.
It was close to midnight when the girls wandered back to their rooms one by one, until Sharon and Jenny were the only ones left.
"I'm not really tired," Sharon said, "Why don't you stay for a little while longer and tell me all about your visit home."
"Not much to tell, really," she said, wishing that she could tell someone what she had done.
"I've got some pictures here that you might like, if you'd care to see them." Sharon said, then added, seeing the look of concern on Jenny's face.
"No, they're not of your father or mother, believe me!
"What are they," she asked, her curiosity obvious.
"I stole them out of my brother's room the last time I was home. Boy, he must be a horny bastard," she continued laughingly. "He's only twenty, but the girls chase him right down the street."
She opened a box that was in the back of one drawer and took out a stack of pictures printed on cheap postcards.
"They're all different," Sharon said, handing them to Jenny and holding the flashlight very close. "Aren't they something?"
Jenny looked at the first picture and gasped aloud. She couldn't believe her eyes, it was of a couple making love!
"Just look at the expression on her face," Sharon commented. "She looks like she's in absolute heaven, doesn't she?"
"Yes . . . yes . . . she does," Jenny breathed unbelievingly, her eyes still glued to the first picture. The woman was lying on a bed, her legs spread wide apart and a huge man was kneeling between them, his gigantic cock buried to the hilt in her. The picture must have been taken at an odd angle, because you could see where his enormous, rigid shaft disappeared into the tender, pink folds of her vagina. Just a half inch or so of his cock was showing and she wondered if he was in her as far as he could go and he still was left outside her! He was built like Charles and she thought only negroes were supposed to be built like that! The woman's face was contorted in a depraved sort of ecstasy, her lips curling slightly from the pleasure and probably pain from his monstrous impalement.
She looked over at Sharon and she too had a slight smile on her face.
"What's so funny?" Jenny asked.
"I was just watching you," she whispered slyly. "Have you ever gone 'all the way' with anyone?"
Jenny was startled at her pointed question, but answered as nonchalantly as she could, "Sure, haven't you?"
"Yeah," Sharon answered simply and began flipping the pictures over so that Jenny could see the whole stack.
"Check this one," she said, showing her a picture of a woman sucking an enormous prick in her mouth. You could see the tip of her tongue on the underside of the penis and there was a strange, hungry look in her lust-glazed eyes.
"God, look at the size of that," Jenny murmured. "It almost doesn't look real. Wonder if someone is actually built like that?"
Both girls started to giggle, when suddenly they heard footsteps outside in the hall.
"Quick, let's duck under the covers," Sharon said. "I don't want the proctor to see the light or hear us."
Jenny quickly slipped under the covers of Sharon's bed, still trying to stifle her laughter. They made a small tent under the blanket and turned on the flashlight again.
"Let me see the rest of them," Jenny asked excitedly, taking some of the pictures from Sharon's hand. "I can't believe that people actually pose for things like this!" God, how that must feel, she thought, and she wished that she could feel like that right now.
"He certainly is a huge stud, isn't he?" Sharon said, reading her thoughts. "How'd you like to get some of that action. Bet he'd spoil you for everyone else, he's so enormous."
"It'd probably hurt, don't you think?" Jenny mused.
"Maybe, but think of how it would feel after he's all the way in! How marvelous!" She shuddered slightly, moving closer to Jenny as if she were cold.
Jenny studied every picture, marveling at the different angles and poses the people were able to contrive. "They look like crabs, all legs and arms," she said finally. "Wonder if everyone looks like that?"
"Well, you said that you're not a virgin so you should know. I thought you were actually, when did you lose 'it?'" Jenny waited for a few minutes and then decided that she may as well tell her, after all, she wasn't a virgin either.
"It happened while I was home last week," she said. "The chauffeur!"
"The chauffeur," Sharon said amazed. "Isn't he colored?"
"Yes . . . yes, he is," she answered hesitantly, then laughed, "but hung like a stud horse!"
Both girls laughed and she could tell that Sharon was trying not to act shocked.
"I've never done it with a colored person," she admitted. "Is it any different from a white man?"
"Don't know," she said, "never had a white man!
"God, suppose you get pregnant," Sharon said. "What would you do?"
"I'm not worried about that right now, I just got to be careful from now on or I may get in trouble!"
She could tell that she had gained new respect in Sharon's eyes and she smiled and thought, so this was what's been going on.
"Wonder where you buy these pictures," Jenny asked. "They must be hard to get a hold of."
"My brother hangs out downtown a lot and some of his friends are pretty wild, so I guess he got them from them. I stole something else from him too," she said.
"I'll get it in a minute, but look at the rest of these pictures before I put them away."
Jenny had been studying each picture so carefully that she was only half way through the stack.
The next picture she turned to was one of two men and a woman. The woman was stretched out, spread-eagle on the bed and one man was kneeling in back of her, his long, thick phallus just beginning to slide into her mouth. The other man was kneeling between her legs, his mouth completely! covering her wide-spread pubis and his tongue was darting out, flicking at her clitoris and vaginal lips.
"She looks like she's about to go out of her mind," Sharon commented. "Can you imagine having two men make love to you at once. It must be wild."
Jenny could feel a tightening between her legs as she remembered what Charles had done to her with his tongue before he took her virginity, and she pressed her legs tightly together, but the burning sensation remained. She rubbed her hands anxiously up and down on her thin nightgown, kneading the flesh of her thighs beneath the cotton material.
"Whew," she murmured, "that's quite a turn-on!"
She shuddered involuntarily, and Sharon casually put her arm over her waist and whispered, "I have something that will really turn you on. Do you want to see it now?"
"Y-yes, I think so," she stammered. "But it can't be any wilder than this."
Sharon slid over the top of Jenny and out of bed quietly opening her top dresser drawer and pulled out an object and quickly slid back under the covers.
"What's that?" Jenny asked astonished, the outline not quite clear in the dim light from the flashlight.
"What does it look like?" Sharon said, holding it down directly under the light so she could see better.
"I know what it looks like, but what's it for?" she asked again, not taking her eyes away from the long, sausage-like object.
"All the girls have used it at one time or another, it's really quite nice. Do you want me to show you?"
Jenny didn't say anything for a few minutes, then reached out and breathlessly took the penis-like instrument in her hand. "God, it looks so real.
Where did you get that?"
"I stole this from my brother's room, too. Want to try it?" Sharon asked again, a lewd excitement burning in her eyes.
Jenny already was aroused from looking at the pictures, but she wasn't sure that she could go along with what Sharon had in mind and her concern showed on her face.
"Move over, I'm freezing," Sharon said, adjusting the covers over them so that she could curl down next to Jenny.
Jenny was still holding the pictures in her hand, and Sharon began to describe what it must feel like to have someone that huge inside of you.
"This one is just as big as that guy's in the picture. See?" And Jenny looked again at the monstrous dildo.
She tried to cross her legs to quell the disturbing nervous feeling she was getting, but her curiosity and desire had been aroused and she wasn't sure what to do about it.
Sharon moved closer to her in the bed, almost pinning her up against the wall, and let her hand reach up and gently touch her breast. Her nipples were already erect from the erotic and tantalizing pictures and Sharon's descriptions and she couldn't deny that she wanted a man very desperately at that very moment.
"We shouldn't . . . it's not right," Jenny protested. "Someone may come in and then what'd we do?"
"Sssssshhhh, just be quiet and I'll show you. Don't be embarrassed, all the other girls have used it. After all, we can't have boys with us all the time."
Sharon's hand closed firmly over her breast. She felt as though she were being trapped, yet she was unable to move and the soft female touch excited her. She didn't have the power to resist the other girl's advances.
"Relax," Sharon murmured quietly, leaning over and warmly kissing her ear. She began to nibble at her neck and ears and she stirred uncomfortably beneath her caress, but Sharon held her fast. "Once you've had a boy's cock, it's hard to go without it, I know. So just relax and let me make you happy," she whispered hypnotically. Jenny couldn't believe what was happening, that Sharon was a lesbian, but her body cried out to be satisfied, and when Sharon's soft, lipstick covered mouth covered her own, she felt her own lips gradually giving way under the pressure. Sharon's tongue traced a line over her lips, flicking in and out of her mouth gently at first and then more insistently. Her body was crushed against hers and she let the pictures slip out of her hand and onto the floor. She tried weakly to push her away, but her lass was so demanding and passionate that she found herself wanting to return it.
Sharon had the huge, rubber cock in her hand and was rubbing it teasingly up and down her, under her nightgown.
"Oooohhhhh," Jenny murmured. "Mnnnoooo."
"It feels good, doesn't it," Sharon murmured, pulling her mouth away for just a moment.
"Mmnammmm, yes ... yes," she whimpered softly, "but it's not right, oooooh, it's just not right, oooooh."
Sharon did not give her a chance to protest any further, but reached her hand all the way up beneath her nightgown and began to" caress the fullness of her breasts, pinching gently at the pink nipples, tweaking them until they ached.
"Take off your gown," she whispered, slipping her own down over her shoulders, and wriggling her hips until it lay at the bottom of the bed. Jenny did not move so Sharon pulled gently at the hem of her nightgown and eased it over her head as she lay there completely entranced, all resistance destroyed by the lewd flames of desire licking salaciously down between her strengthless legs.
Her body felt as though it would burn up from desire and as Sharon crushed her body against hers, she knew that it was too late to stop, that her desire had to be fulfilled.
Sharon's hand reached down and began to tickle the vee of her loins, finding the soft, sensitive lips of her vagina, moving them back and forth gently and expertly. Jenny moved her hips back and forth, her own passion taking charge of her body and her mind.
"God," she whispered, "that feels soooo good."
"It'll be better in a minute," Sharon choked out, rubbing her thumb over the nob of her clitoris until it stood up erect and hard. "That's the spot ... that's it," she whispered almost to herself.
The rubber organ was lying next to them on the bed and she wanted to reach out and grab it, hold it and pretend that she was in bed with a man, but Sharon's hands held her fast.
"Do you want it " Sharon whispered, biting softly at her tender, ripe breasts. "Ohhhh . . . yesssss," she answered. "I feel sooo good..."
The tension in her body was becoming unbearable and she couldn't unwind. Her muscles were contracted with anticipation and need, her whole body heated with the raging desire, the burning need of sexual fulfillment.
Sharon pulled away for just a moment and threw back the covers. "Just a minute," she said, "I'll make you feel like no boy ever could."
Both girls were so caught up in their passion that nothing else mattered, but satisfaction. She slid out of bed again, this time taking the false penis with her. When she stood up the light caught the immensity of the organ as Sharon tied it around her hips.
She could see that there were two loose rubber sacs attached to the giant rod, which hung down from the ties. Sharon was pouring something into the back of the phallus and she asked, "What're you doing?"
"Oil . . . baby oil," she answered. "Hot water is better, but I'm afraid to go out into the hall. It'll make you feel like ten guys have cum inside of you." Her voice was thick and choked as she hurriedly tied the huge prick to her body and slid back into bed alongside Jenny.
She was trembling from anticipation and fear as Sharon urged her to spread her legs, something inside her was stopping her.
"Don't be ashamed," she said, "it'll make you feel so good," and she began to run her hands wantonly over her quivering body.
Sharon was kneeling between her legs, aiming the monstrous instrument at her open and unprotected vagina.
"It's too big, it'll hurt," she whimpered, doubts coursing through her tortured brain in spite of the heat in her belly.
"The oil will make it easier," she answered, moving up closer to her tiny, open slit and pressing the full length of her body down on Jenny's heaving torso.
The nipples of Sharon's breasts were crushing against hers, teasingly, demandingly, increasing her desire to a fever pitch. She could feel the rubber phallus rubbing against the inside of her thighs and she tried to close her eyes and pretend that it was a boy . . . her very own lover. Sharon's hands slipped beneath her hips and raised her slightly so that she could have better access to her waiting cunt, and then, gradually she felt the huge, hard prick begin to push at her vaginal lips, the head teasingly spreading the soft, sparse pubic hair,, impatiently thrusting for entry between her open thighs.
"Ooooohhhhh," she groaned as she felt the hard, oily cock slip gently between her legs and into her throbbing orifice. Little by little she pushed her hips forward as Sharon worked the rubber rod deeper and deeper into her now aching cunt.
They were both breathing hard now, pushing against each other's body with an undeniable urgency. Sharon's hands were working over her body like a dozen masseurs, kneading, pressing, digging into the soft, pliable flesh of her body. The cock was so enormously long and thick in her that when she pushed it in the last inch she thought that she would be torn apart. She jerked from the pain of the impalement, but there was no escape.
Sharon's hands held her firmly onto the long, hard staff, her fingers digging into her buttocks and holding her firmly impaled on the huge, monstrous instrument.
"Yes . . . yes . . God yes, I'm gonna fuck you good," she murmured, thrusting in deeply with all her strength.
"Aaagggggghhh," Jenny almost screamed before Sharon's mouth crushed down on her, biting harshly at her lips and tongue.
Her body was on fire, and she began to respond wildly to the ramming and thrusting of this unnatural fucking she was being subjected to. It felt as though the giant stump-like cock was buried right in her belly, tearing her apart with every stroke, like a red hot poker. She forgot about everything else except for the sudden demand her body made for its own lewd sexual satisfaction.
Sharon eased up for just a moment, and she choked out thickly, "Don't stop, please . . . don't stop now." Her own hands reached down and grabbed her full, -soft buttocks, pulling them closer and deeper between her widespread thighs. She knew that she would climax soon and she didn't want this wonderful feeling to stop ... it couldn't stop!
She could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract against the thickness of the huge prick and she bucked her hips up and down, her legs flailing out on either side of her in order to take in every inch of the gigantic cock.
"I can't stand it . . . you're killing me," she groaned as Sharon increased her thrusts. Her voice was choked with sobs of ecstasy and her passion overflowed racing through her body like a flood-tide.
"I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum," she rasped.
"That's it... do it.. . cum . . . cum," Sharon begged her, her own breath hot and moist on Jenny's face. The girls writhed and squirmed together violently, nothing else mattering except their own lust and desire. They were so caught up in their lovemaking that they didn't hear the footsteps stop just outside the door. They had no way of knowing that someone was listening to their heated groans and words, but there was!
All that mattered was that there was a huge prick inside her and she closed her eyes tightly and visualized again what she had seen that night in her father's bedroom.
"Oh daddy . . . ooohhhhh daddy, do it... do it to me," she gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me! Love me, daddy... love me!"
The night watchman and janitor had walked past the room several times, thinking that he heard noises corning from inside, but this time he stopped and pressed his ear to the door. He had heard these same sounds coming from this room many times, but tonight they seemed louder and more desperate. He didn't know who was inside, but it didn't matter. He visualized two young, sex-starved girls experimenting with each other until they could stand it no longer and from their groans and panting he knew exactly what was going on. He rubbed his hands over the growing bulge in his trousers, checking up and down the hall to see that no one else was around, then carefully unzipped his fly and pulled out his own hard, thick, pulsing manhood, and rubbed it back and forth vigorously, pulling the foreskin back over the purplish-red knob and back on the shaft. God, I'd like to get some of that girl that's getting fucked, whoever she is, he thought ... so young ... so innocent . . . how sweet it would be, and she's just begging for it. Several times his other hand rested on the doorknob, debating whether or not he should just go in and take them both, but he stopped in time. His penis ached from the heat of his lust and masturbation and he wanted to bury himself deep into some sweet young thing's open, waiting cunt.
"Ooohh daddy . . . give it to me . . . do it . . . fuck me harder," he heard one girl hissing, her voice raised with choking sobs.
"I'll do it to you," he said softly to himself as he could feel his sperm boiling in his testicles as he was about to cum in his hand.
While inside on the rocking, squeaking mattress: "I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," Jenny gasped as she felt her vagina contract and expand around around the hard, thick phallus, and at that very moment she could feel her womb, her belly, her whole body being filled with the oil flooding her like a dam that had broken.
"Yes . . . yes . . . Aaagggghhhhh, yes, that's it, daddy. Fill me with your cum, fill me!" She choked as her hips rose to accept every ounce of the tribute. "Ooooooh, DADDY!"
When she had completed her final spasm, she relaxed against the mattress, her muscles weak from exertion and Sharon rolled off from on top of her. The girls lay side by side, their hands touching lightly and Jenny could feel herself about to fall asleep.
"That was marvelous," she whispered, no longer ashamed, "I feel so good ... so completely satisfied. Wonderful. "I told you you'd enjoy it," Sharon said, a triumphant tone in her voice, like she was a man. "It's almost better than having a boy fuck you. I've never had one who was built like this," she continued, stroking her false, still hard prick, "and it never gets soft, it can go on for as long as you need it!"
Jenny reached out and touched the giant dildo and said, "It wasn't quite fair, I got satisfied and you didn't. Next time I'll have to do it to you!"
"Oh I came," Sharon reassured her. "I prefer being the man actually. I suppose the psychology teacher could read something into that, but I just happen to think it's fun for a change!"
The janitor had spent himself and was hurriedly zipping up his fly and tiptoed down the hall and hid in a closet so he could watch and see who came out of the room.
He waited for only a minute before Jenny carefully opened the door and sneaked back to her own room.
So that's the hot, little number . . . wait until I get a crack at her, he thought to himself, fighting the urge to rush into her room and ravish her young, tender cunt right then and there.
Jenny closed the door to her room and crawled into bed. Her mind was confused at what she had done. She knew that it wasn't right, that two girls just don't do that sort of thing, but it wasn't really like two girls. It had felt so real, so much like a man, that maybe it wasn't so bad. She didn't want to think about it, but she knew that tomorrow it would haunt her waking moments and hoped that it didn't torture her dreams too.
"Oh daddy," she whispered to herself as she fell asleep, her body satisfied but her mind in turmoil of doubt and confusion. "You fucked me so good tonight."