Carrie sat in her incredibly expensive room in the residential block of her incredibly expensive school, day dreaming.
Only two months to go before she was finally free to enter the big wide world. The last six months had been torturous, as far as Carrie was concerned there was nothing else they could teach her, not that she could honestly say she had learned much in the previous four years. This was a school that paid very little attention to the academic world, their purpose was to prepare young girls for their eventual entry into “Polite Society.”
Carrie was not in the least interested in the world she was being prepared for, as soon as she could squeeze the money out of her super rich Daddy she intended to pack herself of around the world for a life of fun and enjoyment, hopefully full of sex as well.
Sex seemed to be on her mind more and more as D Day approached. Carrie wasn’t a virgin, she had sorted that out with one of the stupid boys from the boys school whose only endearing feature was his ability to stay hard enough to break her hymen. Of course he had assumed that she was in love with him, whereas she had great difficulty in remembering his name, it could have been Corin, or maybe Conan. Either way it was of no significance as he was never going to get the opportunity to get between her legs again.
Carrie and her best friend had giggled endlessly about how the love struck boy had desperately tried to arrange a follow up. They giggled as they lay beside each other naked, each using a vibrator to stimulate the other.
Carrie was snapped out of her day dream by the chime of the in house tannoy.
“Carrie Steadman, please report to the Headmaster’s study in full ceremonial uniform.”
“Oh shit what does he want now,” Carrie said, kissing Suzy and giving her nipples a final tweak before climbing off the bed. “You’ll have to give me a hand,” she said, “l haven’t worn that uniform for over a year, l didn’t bother getting a new one when l grew out of it as we’re allowed to wear civvies in the senior year.”
Suzy sat on the bed admiring her friend as Carrie went through her wardrobe, throwing the items of her uniform onto a chair. Suzy was in love with Carrie, she was in awe of her, Carrie was perfect in her eyes, she was beautiful, naturally blonde with the most amazing green eyes, a full mouth, her breast were undoubtedly the best in the school, full breasted and firm. Her tummy was flat with just a hint of swell at her smoothly shaved pubis. She had a perfect bottom, round and firm with powerful thighs that Suzy had had her head between many times, and perfect, tapering legs.
“Just look at this skirt,” Carrie said, having managed to squeeze herself into the pleated tartan outfit that had started out as a mini but now was nothing more than micro. “It’s positively obscene,” she said. “Look at the back,” she turned her back to Suzy, “l bet you can see my bum.”
“Not quite,” Suzy replied, “but it will show when you walk, what panties will you wear?”
“I’ve only got thongs,” Carrie replied, “that’s going to leave my bum on display.”
“You’re only going to be in the school,” Suzy said.
“And as for the rule of not wearing a bra with the uniform,” Carrie added, trying to pull her shirt together and button it up. “It’s okay for girls like you with tiny tits, but just look at me,” she indicated the way her shirt gaped between the buttons and the fact that her erect nipples were forced against the thin material. “I must look like a whore,” she said.
“I think you look great,” Suzy replied, “you look super sexy.”
“I’m going to see the headmaster Suzy,” she replied, “he’s always ogling my tits when l wear a sweater, he’s going to be cumming in his pants when he sees this outfit.”
Suzie laughed as she helped Carrie with the regulation knee high white stockings followed by the shoes.
“What pervert decided that school girls should strut about on four inch heals?” Carrie said.
“Miss Hughes says they aid deportment,” Suzy replied, “they make us stay upright with our shoulders back.”
“And our tits pushed out,” Carrie giggled.
The tannoy chimed again.
“Carrie Steadman, final call, my study now, “
“Oh fuck!” Carrie swore.
“I love the way you say that word,” Suzy giggled.
Carrie stepped over to her, kissed her and tweaked her nipples.
“Wait for me,” she said, “l’m feeling horny, put the strap-on on ready for when l get back, you can fuck me.”
She scooted down the corridor to the door leading through to the main school building, around the galleried landing to the Head’s study. She stopped to calm herself then knocked on the door.
“Come!” Came the booming voice from inside.
She entered the study, the headmaster was seated at his desk, he was a big, powerful looking man, Carrie had heard that he had played rugby and rowed at Cambridge and had represented Scotland at rugby. He was a handsome man with a full head of wavy grey hair. Carrie thought that in any other circumstance she would have considered him attractive.
She noticed that Miss Hughes, her year tutor was sat on a chair at the side of the study. She was a tall, austere looking woman in her fifties, Carrie had never worked out if the Miss was simply a professional title of if she was actually single.
“Stand there!” The Head ordered, indicating a spot in front of his desk.
He studied her, Carrie could feel his eyes travelling over her body, freezing on her breasts as they threatened to burst out of her shirt.
“I said full uniform,” he boomed, “where is the tie?”
“Oh sh…!” She started to say, “er, sorry Headmaster l forgot.”
“Forgot!” He yelled, “you have not spent five years at this school being taught to forget.”
“If l can stop you Headmaster,” Miss Hughes interrupted, “l think she might have forgotten something else, turn around girl and lift your skirt.”
Carrie couldn’t think of a way out of her dilemma, she turned as instructed and raised her skirt just a few inches knowing that at least half her bottom would be on display.
“You appear to have forgotten your panties,” he said.
“I only wear a thong Headmaster,” she replied, “my regulation panties were too small and uncomfortable.”
“You can turn back,” he said, “l will excuse the change of panties but l need to check if you are conforming to all the regulations. Are you wearing a bra, you know that is against the rules.”
“No Headmaster,” she replied, “l’m not wearing a bra.”
“Hmmm,” he said, “l don’t know whether to believe you. What do you think Miss Hughes.”
“I’ve seen a variety of bras in her room Headmaster,” Miss Hughes replied, “some of them are very sheer and hard to detect.”
“I promise you l am not wearing one,” Carrie protested.
“I need to check,” he said, “undo your shirt and open it.”
“But Headmaster….”
She was stopped with a loud bang as he slammed his fist down on the desk.
“Don’t question me,” he shouted, “take off your shirt this instant.”
“Please Headmaster,” she begged, “don’t make me do that.”
“Perhaps this will make you more co-operative,” he said, opening a draw in the desk and removing a thick yellow book with the title ‘Diary’ on the front.
Immediately the blood drained from Carrie’s face.
“So you recognise it,” he smirked.
“Where did you get that?” She demanded.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to question me,” he said, “Miss Hughes found it on top of your desk when she did her weekly inspection.”
“That can’t be,” she protested, “l always make sure it’s locked in my suitcase.”
“Are you calling me a liar young lady,” he said, reaching for the telephone on his desk. “Perhaps l should call your father and ask him to come to the school.”
“No!” She shouted.
“I didn’t think so,” he smirked, “now take off your shirt, and your skirt, l need to check that you are actually wearing panties of some sort.”
Carrie had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she realised that she was in a no win situation. She could only come to one conclusion, stripping naked in front of this pervert or risking the wrath of her father when he discovered the contents of that diary. In one last hope she turned to Miss Hughes.
“Please Miss,” she begged.
“You got yourself into this situation, “ the teacher replied, “you have to find your own way out of it.”
She turned back towards the Headmaster, grinning as he was in the knowledge that he had won. She began to unbutton her shirt.
…………….CHAPTER 2
Carrie slowly undid each button, all the time staring at the Headmaster. She was desperately trying to think of some alternative, praying that they would be disturbed and she could grab the diary and run out of the study.
“You can take your time if you like,” he said, “nothing is going to happen to save you so you might as well get it over with.”
She could feel the tears of shame and humiliation running down her cheeks.
She undid the final button, leaving her shirt hanging open but not enough to reveal her breasts.
“Enough of this,” Miss Hughes said, standing behind Carrie, she grabbed the collar of the shirt and pulled it away.
Carrie gave a shriek and instinctively covered her breasts with her hands.
Miss Hughes grabbed her arms and pulled them away, then undid her skirt and pulled it down.
Carrie looked at the Headmaster, he had the eyes of a predator waiting for that final attack.
He pointed at the tiny triangle of material covering her last vestige of privacy.
Miss Hughes grabbed the thin strap of the thong and jerked it away, it broke easily leaving Carrie completely naked.
“You do not have pubic hair,” he said, “who did that.”
“I would bet it was that Suzy Chalmers,” Miss Hughes said, “l’ve suspected for a while that something was going on between the two of them.”
“What do you suspect Miss Hughes?” He asked, “do you suspect lesbian activity, we cannot allow lesbian activity amongst our girls, it’s abnormal and disgusting.”
“Yes Headmaster, abnormal and disgusting,” Miss Hughes replied.
“Is that right Carrie?” He asked her, “are you and Miss Chalmers indulging in lesbian activity?”
“It’s not like that,” she cried, “we’re just fooling around, we’re not lesbians.”
“Hmmm,” he said, “l suppose that would be plausible considering your activity with young Conrad from the boys school,” he tapped the diary, “activity that is documented in this diary and which l am sure your father would be interested to learn.”
Carrie remembered that the boy’s name was Conrad.
“What do you think Miss Hughes?” He asked, “do you think young Carrie here deserves to be punished?”
“I think she has to be Headmaster,” she replied, “not only for her forgetfulness about the tie and for not wearing regulation panties, but also for the activity with Miss Chalmers which could well be described as lesbian activity.”
“What punishment would you suggest Miss Hughes?” He asked.
“I think three strokes with the belt would be sufficient considering she has not been punished before,” Miss Hughes replied.
“Yes l agree,” he said, standing and unbuckling the belt of his trousers. “Bend over the desk young lady.”
Carrie just wanted this whole nightmare to be over, if that meant allowing him to give her a bit of spanking well it would be worth it, both she and Suzy had spanked each other in the past and she had found it quite pleasurable.
She leaned over the desk, resting on it.
“No!” He said, “stand away from the desk, just hold the desk for support so that your breasts are hanging free.”
Carrie could hear the tremor in his voice, she knew he was becoming excited, she just hoped that the spanking would be over soon and she could get away.
She did as he instructed.
“Part your legs girl,” Miss Hughes told her, taking hold of her ankles and pulling them wide apart.
Carrie knew that she was totally exposed and that her pussy would be fully displayed. She felt her teacher’s hands moving up her legs and stroking her buttocks before parting them.
“What do you think Headmaster?” She said, “she looks relatively unused.”
“Yes indeed,” he replied, “very neat indeed, her labia are slightly puffy but not distended, the lad Conrad cannot have done much damage.”
Carrie felt another hand on her bottom, it had to be the headmaster. He caressed her soft flesh.
“Very smooth,” he said as his hand moved between her thighs and Carrie trembled as his fingers touched her pussy.
“Seems a shame to damage such smooth skin with a belt,” he said, “perhaps there is some other way l could teach her a lesson.”
“Well learning what a real man feels like inside her would be a useful lesson,” Miss Hughes replied.
Carrie was aware of what was about to happen, she knew that she should get out of there, even if it meant running naked through the school, there was no way she should allow this man to do what he had obviously planned. So why was her body not responding? Why was her stomach in turmoil? Why was there heat deep in her belly? Why was her pussy so wet?
“Prepare me Miss Hughes,” Carrie heard him say. She turned her head to look behind, she saw him standing with his trousers and pants around his ankles. She gasped when she saw the size of his penis, it was huge, much bigger than Conrad, even bigger than the dildo that she and Suzy had attached to the strap-on that they planned to use for the first time later.
She estimated his penis to be a good ten inches, the shaft almost as thick as her wrist, curving up from his groin, his foreskin peeled back to reveal a huge bulbous head, deep purple in colour and oozing pre cum.
She watched as Miss Hughes dropped to her knees in front of him, stretching her mouth wide and taking the head of his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you Carrie,” he said, “do you understand.”
“Yes Headmaster,” she replied, breathless as she saw Miss Hughes force her mouth to take more of him, she heard her gag as he filled her mouth completely.
“You need to be taught a lesson,” he said, “l will not be gentle, do you understand?”
“Yes Headmaster.”
“Is your cunt wet and ready?”
The way he spoke to her caused a surge of heat in her pussy.
“Yes Headmaster,” she replied, her voice quivering with emotion. Her hand went between her thighs.
He slapped her bottom hard, she cried out.
“Do not touch yourself!” He shouted, “you need to ask permission before you touch yourself.”
Carrie’s whole body was trembling.
“Please Headmaster,” she begged.
“Please what you slut,” he said, slapping her again.
“Please do it, please fuck me!” She shouted.
He pushed Miss Hughes away, leaving her gasping for air, then turned to Carrie. His huge hands gripped her hips. She could feel the power in his fingers as they dug into her flesh.
She felt the head of his penis nudging against her labia.
His grip tightened and with one mighty surge he was deep in her, his body slamming against her as he gave her every inch in one thrust.
Carrie screamed as there was an explosion deep in her belly. She shook from head to toe, her knees buckled and but for his grip on her she would have collapsed onto the floor. There was pain as he stretched her bigger than she could imagine was possible.
Through tear filled eyes she saw the face of Miss Hughes beside her.
“Take it you slut,” she said, “feel the power of a real man in your cunt, you are his whore now, we’re going to have so much fun with you.”
“Oh…oh god!” Was all Carrie could say as her body convulsed into another orgasm.
“Fuck her Sir,” Miss Hughes said, “fuck the slut bitch, make her your whore.”
He began fucking her with savage deep thrusts, there was no let up in his power. Carrie was sure he would damage her but her body kept reacting, surge after surge of heat and moisture filled her. All strength had gone out of her legs, only his strength was keeping her standing as he pummelled her. She had Miss Hughes’ face in front of her, saying things she could not hear, her head was spinning, she felt as if her brain would burst. There was no release, that huge cock like a massive piston driving deep into her with each thrust.
Suddenly he pulled out and she felt the rush of liquid pour from her.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
In a daze she tried to comply. Miss Hughes held her and supported her until she was on her knees that huge cock only inches from her face. The head was massive, she could see it pulsating as his hand pumped the shaft.
“Take it!” He ordered. Jabbing his cock against her lips.
She had to stretch her mouth wide to take the head. He grabbed her hair and forced himself to the back of her throat. She tried to push him back but he was too strong.
Conrad had been the only boy to get his cock into her mouth and he was much smaller, even then she had only taken the head for a few seconds, now she could feel her air supply being cut off, her head was spinning, her brain pounding, she couldn’t see through the haze of tears. She thought she was going to die, then another surge travelled down through her body.
How could she possibly have an orgasm when she was being abused by this mad man.
Suddenly there was relief as he pulled out, leaving her gasping for air.
“Take it,” she heard him say as the first shot of his cum hit her face. “Open your fucking mouth and take it, swallow my spunk.”
She had to open her mouth, she needed air but as she did she felt his cum filling her, he had the head of his cock between her lips and that powerful beast was filling her mouth with cum. She had to swallow, she had no option, she needed air. Her mouth closed as she swallowed and more of his spunk covered her face.
He let out a deep groan as he rested the head of his cock against her lips, all power was gone and just the last dregs of his cum oozed from the eye.
“Take it all,” he said.
All thought of resistance had long ago disappeared, Carrie licked the last of his cum, sucking the head to draw out the very last of his seed.
He gave her a few minutes to recover then told Miss Hughes to take her to the showers and back to her room.
“Before you go,” he said, doing up his trousers, “l have spoken to Conrad, l told him there was no excuse for the way you treated him. I have invited him over tomorrow evening, you will be here at seven thirty tomorrow for him to fuck you, l have told him he can bring some friends as well.”
Carrie heard the words but was too dazed to take it all in. Miss Hughes helped her back into her skirt and shirt then escorted her from the study.
……CHAPTER 3
Miss Hughes took Carrie to the showers, locking the door. She directed Carrie to a stall, telling her to leave the curtain open once she had undressed.
“You really are beautiful,” she said ask she watched Carrie washing her body. “Bend over and part your bum, let me inspect your cunt.”
Carrie didn’t question her, she bent forward and pulled her bum cheeks apart.
“Your labia are a little swollen,” she said, “not surprising really, that’s quite a cock he’s got and you took him very well.”
“I didn’t have much option,” Carrie replied, “he hurt me.”
“Sometimes a little pain makes the orgasm stronger,” Miss Hughes said, “you need to rest tonight, that cunt is going to be busy tomorrow.”
“This isn’t fair,” Carrie said, “l don’t deserve to be treated like that, l’m not some cheap slut.”
“Don’t forget we’ve read your diary,” Miss Hughes replied, “it’s not just what you have done, it’s what you say you would like to do, you have a perverted imagination, now if you don’t mind your father seeing those pages that’s fine, we can stop this now, otherwise you have no choice, you do as you are told.”
“I might decide to take the risk,” Carrie said, stepping out of the shower and drying herself, “Daddy loves me, l can tell him it was all a mistake.”
“Not when he sees the photos,” Miss Hughes laughed. She stepped over to Carrie and showed her her phone, thumbing through the photos showing Carrie looking back as the Headmaster stands behind her with his erect cock in his hand, then a video clip of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, another of Carrie with his cock in her mouth and more of her with her mouth full of his cum and cum all over her face. “There’s also the sound recording of you begging him to fuck you.”
Carrie sat on the bench with her head in her hands, sobbing.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get dressed,” Miss Hughes said, throwing her skirt and shirt at her, “leave your shirt undone and open, l want to see your tits bouncing when you walk, and hitch your skirt up l want to be able to see your bum.”
“But what if any of the other girls see me?” She asked.
“Then you behave as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, that you love showing off your body.”
Carrie put her skirt and shirt on, she carried her socks and shoes. As she walked past her teacher to the door Miss Hughes gave her a hard smack on her bottom.
“Bounce as you walk,” she demanded, “I want to see your tits and arse moving.”
Carrie tried to do as she was told, twice she received a hard smack on her bottom and was told to bounce harder. She was grateful that she reached her room without anyone else seeing her. She opened the door.
“Oh thank goodness,” Suzy said, “l’d almost given you up and taken this off.”
Suzy was facing away from the door, she turned to face Carrie, the harness strapped on and the eight inch dildo swinging from side to side.
“Oh fuck!” Suzy said when she saw Miss Hughes stood behind Carrie holding up her camera to take a photo.
“Well my my,” Miss Hughes said, entering the room, walking over to Suzy and taking hold of the dildo. “And what do you intend doing with this may l ask.”
Suzy just froze, she couldn’t speak.
“My word you are a pretty little thing aren’t you,” Miss Hughes said, “and such cute little titties.”
She grabbed one of Suzy’s tits with her other hand, squeezing it then pinching her nipple hard.
“That hurts!” Suzy said, trying to back away but in the confines of the room it was not possible.
“It’s meant to hurt,” Miss Hughes said, “pain is such an erotic experience, ask Carrie here, she can tell you that the pain she experienced when the Headmaster drove his massive cock deep into her cunt had her screaming and cumming at the same time, isn’t that right Carrie?”
“Please Miss, don’t hurt her,” Carrie pleaded.
“I’ll let the Headmaster decide what to do with her,” she replied, “you know what he thinks of lesbian activity, you can attend his study first thing in the morning to find out your punishment.”
“What if l refuse.” Suzy said, trying hard to sound defiant.
“I’m sure your parents will be interested to see the photo l just took,” Miss Hughes replied, “if l remember correctly they are very religious, l assume they will have strong feelings about your perverted life. Nine o’clock in the morning outside his study in full uniform,” she said turning to leave but stopping to stroke Carries breasts softly. “Exquisite,” she said, stooping to kiss each nipple.
“What’s going on?” Suzy said as soon as Miss Hughes had left.
“Oh l’m sorry Suze,” Carrie replied, “l forgot you would be waiting for me, so much has happened, l was so upset, l’m so sorry.”
Suzy took off the harness and laid it on top of the desk. Carrie took her hand and sat beside her on the bed, telling her everything that had happened.
“They had my diary,” she told her, “someone must have opened my suitcase and searched it.”
“Which one?” Suzy replied.
“The yellow one….oh fuck!” She stood up, “oh god, please don’t tell me they found the red one too.”
She ran over to the desk, pulling out the draw and turned it over. There were the two marks left by the sticky tape she had used to hide the book under the draw.
“Oh my god, they’ve got that one too,” she slumped down onto the floor, hugging her knees.
She didn’t need to tell Suzy how serious it was, she had shown her the book many times, they had read it together as they played with each other, relating their fantasies inspired by the book.
“So the Headmaster fucked you?” Suzy asked.
“Yes, he is huge Luce,” Carrie replied, “bigger than that dildo, l thought he was going to split me open and when he put it in my mouth l could only just take the head. He came in my mouth Suze,” she said, “he shot his cum into my mouth and all over my face, it was humiliating.”
“Did you swallow it?”
“I had to,” she replied, “I was gasping for air, he filled my mouth with cum, l had to swallow in order to breathe.”
“What did it taste like?” Suzy asked.
Carrie looked up at her. “Are you enjoying this?” She said. “l’m telling you how l was raped and made to feel like a worthless slut and all you care about is what his cum tasted like.”
“Oh come on Carrie, be fair,” Suzy said, “how many times have you told me of your fantasies to be raped by a man with a huge cock, a man that would use you like a sex slave. I know it’s upsetting that he has your diaries but was the sex good, be honest.”
Carrie stared at her friend, thinking over everything that had happened, feeling her pussy juicing at the memory of his cock stretching her and pummelling her.
“I can see it in your face,” Suzy said, “do you think he’ll want to do it to me in the morning.”
“Do you want him to?” Carrie replied.
“I don’t want him to tear me open,” she said, “do you think l should use something to get used to his size.”
“You could use the dildo on the strap-on,” Carrie said, “it’s not as big as he is but if you ram it all the way in hard it will give you and idea of what he’s like.”
“Can you do it,” Suzy said, “can you strap it on and fuck me with it.”
“Are you sure?”
“If he’s going to do it to me in the morning l really should make sure l’m ready and you got me into this, you owe me.”
Carrie had to admit to herself that the idea of fucking Suzy with the strap-on was turning her on, she could feel her own cunt creaming. She reached for the harness and managed to work out how to put it on, then use some of the lubricating gel to completely smear it.
“I’m going to do it the way he did it to me,” she said, “it might be painful at first but even if you tell me to stop l will carry on, he won’t stop Suze, you are going to have to take it.”
“But you said you came,” Suzy replied.
“I did and it was huge,” she said, “don’t ask me why, l didn’t understand it then but l didn’t want him to stop, l was disappointed when he pulled out but then he started on my mouth, that was frightening, l couldn’t breathe but l was still cumming, then he pulled out and gave me his cum, l had to struggle to swallow it as l was gasping for breath but l wanted it Suzy, l was crying and cumming at the same time, l know it sounds ridiculous but you will experience it for yourself, he’s like a wild animal, even now l want him.”
“I’m scared,” Suzy said.
“Don’t be,” she replied, “he’s obviously done it many times before, he’s clever, he knows exactly when to stop, he’ll take you right to the edge to the point where you think you are going to die but you don’t die, instead you have the most intense orgasm of your life. I know he’s going to do it to me again but l can’t imagine it will be better than the first time, l hope he will surprise me.”
“It sounds like you love him,” Suzy said, obvious disappointment in her voice.
“I know you love me Suze,” she said, “and l do love you but l love cock too much to want to be a proper lesbian, l want us to be lovers forever but you have to accept that l want men too. Now get on your knees on the bed and let’s get started, is your cunt wet?”
“Very,” Suzy giggled.
“Good, get your head down and bum up, pull you buttocks apart.”
Suzy did as she was told, she looked back as her friend placed the tip of the dildo between her cunt lips. Carrie could see the apprehension on her face as she gripped her hips. She could feel her trembling and spotted tears leaking from her eyes.
Carrie held it steady, then pulled back slightly. She sensed Suzy relax as she must have thought that Carrie had decided not to go ahead, then suddenly she pulled Suzy back and rammed every inch of the dildo deep into her cunt.
Suzy cried out then immediately convulsed as she came.
Carrie laughed out loud.
“That’s just as it was for me,” she said, pulling almost out then ramming it in again.
She shuddered again, juices squirting from her cunt.
Carrie changed her angle, driving down on top of her, forcing her down onto the bed.
“We have to get a bigger dildo,” she said, “we need one at least as big as his cock.”
“Oh Caz l love you,” Suzy cried as she came again.
Carrie pulled the dildo out then moved around and held it in front of Suzy’s face.
“Kiss it and suck it,” she said, “and when the Headmaster dies it don’t forget to thank him.”
,,,,,,,,,CHAPTER 4
The two girls dressed and went to the dining room together for their evening meal. They collected their meal and took a seat at a free table. Suzy noticed a girl at a far table who seemed to be crying.
“That girl over there,” she said, nodding in the direction of the girl, “she’s from the year below us, l wonder what she’s crying for.”
“Probably homesick,” Carrie replied, “you were when you first came.”
“I know, it was awful,” Suzy said, “but you were so kind to me, l knew you were special straight away, l do love you Carrie.”
She reached across and held Carrie’s hand.
“Let’s see if there’s anything we can do,” she said.
They took their meal trays and made their way over to the other girl.
“Do you mind if we join you,” Suzy asked, “you look upset, are you homesick.”
“No, it’s not that,” the girl sobbed.
“I’m Suzy and this is Carrie,” Suzy said, “what’s your name?”
“Karen,” the girl said, “Karen Wilkins.”
“Right then Karen,” Suzy said, “how can we help you?”
“You can’t,” she replied, “l’m in serious trouble, l have to report to the Headmaster this evening, l think he’s going to expel me, if he tells my parents what l’ve done they will throw me out.”
“Surely it can’t be that bad,” Carrie said, “what have you done?”
Karen looked across at the two older girls, probably trying to judge if she could trust them.
“It was my own stupid fault,” she said, “he’s as much to blame as me but my parents won’t blame him, he’s their golden child.”
“What did you do?” Carrie asked.
“We were just messing about in my bedroom,” she said, “l can’t remember why he came in but we started talking, he told me he’d heard l had a boyfriend, he asked me if we’d done it yet.”
“Did he mean had you had sex?” Suzy asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “l told him there was no way would l do that. Then he said he knew the boy and that he had been telling people that l had sucked his cock, l told my brother that l hadn’t but he said he didn’t believe me, he started teasing me and tickling me trying to get me to admit l had done it. We started struggling together and my top ended up pulled right up, l haven’t got much up there, my boobs are only just growing but he stopped and suddenly he was sucking my nipples. I wanted to stop him but it felt nice at the same time. Than he put his hand up my skirt and felt a wet patch on my panties. He told me he would tell our parents that l was sucking cocks unless l agreed to do it for him. He had his fingers inside my panties, l couldn’t help it, I said l would do it but he had to promise not to cum.”
“Was it your first time?” Carrie said.
“No l had sucked off a boy at youth club, he wanted to cum in my mouth but l wouldn’t let him.”
“So what about your brother?” Suzy asked.
“When he got his cock out he is much bigger than the boy at youth club, he’s even bigger than the old man who lives next door, l’ve seen him wanking in his garden a few times.
I took his cock into my mouth, he started moving in and out, not hard, just smooth and not too far in. He hadn’t been doing it long when he said he was going to cum, l was just beginning to enjoy the feel of him, he went to pull out but l stopped him and pulled him in deep. I went all squishy in my pussy when he came, he told me not to swallow, he pulled out after a couple of spasms then shot his cum over my face.
He picked up my phone and made a video, telling me to open my mouth to show his cum there, then told me to swallow and show him my mouth was empty, then he took close ups of his cum on my face. I took my phone off him and took some pics of his cock with his cum dripping off it.”
“Wow, that’s beautiful,” Suzy said.
“It would be but when Miss Hughes did the monthly phone inspection to see if we are using social media or looking at porn, she saw the pictures and video.”
“They don’t bother with us senior girls,” Carrie said .
“You’re lucky,” Karen replied, “she must have missed the photos at the previous checks but now l’ve been caught and l have to report to the Headmaster, what do you think will happen to me?”
Suzy looked at Carrie who shook her head to tell her to say nothing.
“I don’t know,” Suzy said, “perhaps it will just be a warning.”
“I’d better go and get ready,” Karen said, “l have to dress in full uniform, Miss Hughes said l must wear those horrible regulation white panties, do you think he’s going to spank me, l don’t mind that, l like it when Daddy does it.”
They waited for Karen to leave.
“Do you think he plans to fuck her like he did with you?” Suzy asked.
“I hope not,” Carrie replied, “she’s such a tiny thing, if he rams that cock of his up her he’s going to split her open.”
Both of them were worried but had to agree to wait and see.
“He’s not stupid,” Carrie said, “come on, let’s go back to my room, l’ll fuck you again with the strap-on if you like but l’ll be gentler this time.”
Carrie was as good as her word, fucking Suzy with long deep strokes while she played with her tits and nipples.
“You’re so good to me,” Suzy sighed as she came,
Carrie pulled out and took off the harness then cuddled up next to Suzy, holding her as they both drifted off to sleep.
They both woke early the next morning and once washed and dressed they went to the dining room for breakfast, Suzy then went to her room to get ready for the Headmaster, Carrie went back to her room.
After about half an hour, Suzy knocked on Carrie’s door and asked if she looked ok. Carrie invited her in then said that as they had time she should use the strap-on to loosen Suzy’s cunt.
Carrie got strapped up and Suzy took off her panties. Suzy took up her position on the bed, Carrie lubricated the dildo.
“I won’t be rough,” Carrie said, “l’ll just push it right in and move it around to help you take him easier.”
“Thank you,” Suzy replied, “you’re so thoughtful, that’s why l love you.”
Carrie did as she promised, slowly sliding the dildo into Suzy’s cunt.
“That feels nice,” Suzy said, “l’m sure a real cock will feel better.”
“It will,” Carrie replied, “but he’s going to be rough Suzy, l’ve tried to help you but he is going to hurt you. If you can get through the initial pain barrier it will start to feel good, he will probably spank your bottom as well but l know you enjoy being spanked.”
“I do when you do it,” Suzy giggled.
Carrie turned her head as she heard her door open, Miss Hughes stood in the doorway holding a large canvas bag.
“You two perverts can’t leave each other alone can you,” she said, striding into the room.
“It would be polite to knock,” Carrie said.
“I don’t need to knock,” Miss Hughes replied, “l’m sure the Headmaster will be interested to know what you two are doing.”
“Carrie is just trying to get me ready in case he fucks me,” Suzy said, “we’re not proper fucking.”
“That is the weakest excuse l’ve ever heard,” Miss Hughes said.
“I’ve brought you the outfit you need to wear this evening. Now get out of that contraption and give it to me, the Headmaster can decide if you get it back.”
She told Suzy to put her panties back on then they both left. Carrie looked at the bag, wondering what could possibly be there for her to wear. She decided to get it over with and upended the bag on the bed, there were a total of seven items.
A pair of high heels with six inch heels.
A pair of red fishnet stockings.
A bright red body corset with quarter cups that would support her breasts but leave them on display and two clip on tassels that she presumed were to be attached to her nipples.
“I’m going to look like a cheap stripper,” she said to herself, “and that corset is going to leave my pussy and bum exposed.”
She slumped into her armchair.
“What a complete mess you’ve got yourself into Carrie,” she said, “if only you hadn’t gone home for the Easter break, none of this would have happened. Yes there would have been the yellow diary but that was just teenage fantasies, you could easily have explained them away. It’s that red book,” she said out loud, “that bastard has my red book.”
That Easter break had been the defining moment, even then it wouldn’t have happened if it had just been her father there, it would have been wonderful to spend time with him, he spent so much time flying back and fore to his business interests in Thailand that she hardly ever saw him and once her mother had gone off with that Russian millionaire she never saw her either.
If only her father hadn’t brought that woman back with him from Thailand. Carrie presumed she was some expensive whore, she certainly looked like a whore, all fake tits and make up.
Of course she tried to act as if she was something more than she was but she didn’t fool Carrie. Carrie had met her for the first time at Christmas and the dislike was instant and mutual. The first sight she’d had of her was when she strutted into the room leading that huge Great Dane on a gold lead. He was massive, a black and white giant of a dog that was introduced as Major.
Her father had introduced the woman as Amelia. Carrie almost burst out laughing and blurted out “No way is that whore called Amelia!” She’d said.
At which her father had told her that this was her new step mother and that Carrie should treat her with respect.
Carrie stormed out of the room where she then spent most of the holiday.
It was only when her father begged her to go home for Easter and try and get to know that woman that she grudgingly agreed,
“That was such a stupid decision,” she said out loud, “as a result of that decision l now have to parade in front of that pervert of a headmaster looking like a stripper.”
The start of the Easter break hadn’t been too bad, she had managed to keep contact with the woman to a minimum. The problem started the day she walked into the living room, at first she didn’t register what was going on but then she realised that Amelia was sitting in an armchair with her legs spread and Major had his head under her skirt.
Of course Amelia immediately pushed the dog away and composed herself, then acted as if nothing had happened. Carrie made some excuse and returned to her room wondering if she had actually seen what she thought she’d seen or was it her imagination.
She looked out of the window and saw Amelia walking across the lawn, headed for the wooded area, leading Major.
Carrie ran downstairs and decided to follow, leaving enough space so as not to be seen.
She saw them both disappear into the wood along a footpath. Carrie gave them a couple of minutes then followed. She had gone about fifty yards when she heard a voice, immediately recognising it as Amelia.
“Good boy Major,” the voice said, “oh yes, good boy, keep going, oh yes that’s it, get it in , harder get it in.”
Carrie sneaked round a bend and almost cried out when she saw what was happening.
Amelia was lying over a fallen tree, her skirt thrown up over her back, she obviously wasn’t wearing underwear as Major was on top of her driving his cock into her.
Carrie manoeuvred herself to get a better view so that she could see his cock sliding in and out of Amelia’s cunt. Carrie couldn’t believe how big he was, his cock was thicker than her wrist, then she saw a huge swelling at the base of his cock, he kept banging it against her as he rammed his cock into her.
“Good boy Major,” Amelia shouted, “fuck Mummy, get it in me, fill me with cum.”
Carrie felt her own body react, she put her hand under her skirt and inside her panties, almost crying out as her fingers found her clitoris.
She saw Major gather himself and with one mighty lunge he got that huge swelling inside Amelia’s cunt.
“Oh yes baby, good boy, fuck Mummy,” Amelia shouted.
Carrie had to bite her own lip as she came, holding onto a tree for support as her knees buckled.
She watched as Major carried on humping, Amelia encouraging him, telling him she could feel his cum. Carrie must have stood there transfixed for over five minutes until suddenly Major twisted and ended up facing the opposite way but with his cock still firmly locked inside Amelia’s cunt. She realised she had to leave and get back to the house without being seen.
She was back in her bedroom before she saw Amelia and Major emerge from the wood, Amelia walking unsteadily across the lawn
Over the next two days Carrie had recorded everything she had seen in that red book. She had described Major’s cock and fantasised how it would feel in her own cunt. She had even drawn out a plan for how she intended to get the dog to fuck her during the summer holiday. She described how she intended to take his cock into her mouth, how she wanted to swallow his cum. She even fantasised that he would fuck her in her bum hole and that her father would catch her making her suck his cock so that they both came together.
All of that was written down, all of that was now in the possession of the Headmaster, that pervert with the beautiful cock.
Carre realised that she had her legs spread wide and almost all of her right hand pushed up inside her cunt. She looked across at the bed, looking at the outfit she would soon be wearing.
“Oh god l hope he’s in a savage mood tonight, l need him to hurt me.”