Girls In Tight Pleated Skirts

By Katie McN  <katie@katie-mcn.com>
BY Anna T <anna_t_lz@yahoo.com>

(c) Copyright 2001, Katie McN and Anna T


I couldn't believe it. I was trapped in the Day Room by ten 
girls and it was easy to see they had something nasty on 
their minds. I knew I was in trouble when the oldest girl, 
Torri, said, "Take off your blouse right now or we'll rip 
it off your back."

It was just before Easter when my mother decided she wanted 
to get rid of me. Maybe I was a little hard to handle, but 
it didn't seem fair to send a 14 year old girl to Boarding 
School just as she was entering the prime of life. Well, no 
one cared what I thought and I soon found myself in some 
nothing little town in Southern Illinois wearing ugly 
uniforms and going to church everyday. 

Most of my problems were my mother's fault of course. I 
figure that my blonde hair, good looks and the early 
development of my figure had something to do with her. Yes 
and it was also her idea to have me skip second and third 
grade, so naturally all my friends were older and more 
experienced. Bad things just seemed to happen and I can't 
understand why she blamed me for everything that went 
wrong.

The Nuns were all about ninety years old and I was sure 
they were going to teach my a lot of useless stuff. The 
clothes were even worse. Green and yellow pleated skirts 
and white blouses had to be worn in class along with black 
shoes and white knee socks. I could wear a green sweater if 
I was cold and that was the only optional piece of 
clothing. No make up of course and it was a hanging offense 
to be caught with an untucked blouse or an open button.

I liked my roommate, Annette. She was just one year older 
than me and seemed cool. First thing she did when I moved 
into our room was to help me hem my skirts so they were 
about six inches above my knees. Most of the other girls 
dressed the same way and the nuns didn't seem to notice. I 
was beginning to rely on Annette to show me the ropes and 
it sure was nice to have her help.

"Kristy, I'm not supposed to tell you this." She glanced at 
the door as if she expected the police to come busting in 
at any minute. "There is sort of a tradition where every 
girl who lives here has to go through an initiation. I know 
the girls are going to initiate you tonight and the best 
thing to do is just go along with it. If you don't do what 
you're told, it'll be a lot worse on you."

Before I had a chance to ask her what she meant, Torri came 
into the room. She seemed to be the leader of the girls 
living in my wing and everyone more or less did what she 
said. She was the oldest and the best looking girl here and 
was brought up to expect people to do what she said.

"Come on, Kristy. I want you to see something in the Day 
Room."

Annette and I followed the older girl down the hall. I was 
surprised to see all the other girls waiting for us there.

After Torri got everyone to be quiet, she looked me over 
and said, "We think every girl living here should be the 
same as every other girl. We have a way to make sure it 
happens and you get to find out what it is right now."

I could hear Annette's words in my mind and decided I'd 
just do what I was told. I slowly unbuttoned my white 
blouse and let it slide down my shoulders. When I finally 
had it off, I put it in Torri's waiting hand. I thought 
about covering up. I felt naked standing their with my 
breasts exposed to all the other girls but I finally 
decided I better just pretend that it didn't bother me.

"Sherry, look at this. Kristy isn't wearing a bra and has 
some pretty nice boobs for a girl her age."

Torri  cupped my tit with her hand and was squeezing it 
while she talked. I tried to say something, but couldn't 
open my mouth when Sherry started playing with my other 
breast. I just stood their like a fool while the two older 
girls massaged and fondled my breasts.  I could feel my 
nipples get hard and something was happening between my 
legs. I hoped that no one could tell I was getting turned 
on.

"Okay off with the skirt."

When Torri gave the command, the two older girls stopped 
molesting my breasts and stood back to watch me continue my 
strip tease. I decided to get it over with and unzipped the 
skirt and pulled it down over my hips. I heard one of the 
girls make a remark about my ass when I finally stepped out 
of my skirt and handed it to Torri. I felt like I'd turned 
as red as the tiny panties that everyone was now able to 
see.

Torri had a strange look on her face when she said, "Ohh, 
red panties. Let me see what they feel like."

She ran her hand over my ass and seemed to be memorizing 
it. I felt her finger trace the crack of my ass and press 
in a little when it was right over my asshole. I jerked 
back when her hand rounded my hip and went straight to the 
vee that formed between my legs. She grabbed my pussy and I 
felt her finger press the flimsy material of my panties 
into my wetness.

"Hurry up and get the rest of your clothes off so we can 
start having fun."

I removed my shoes and socks next and stood in the middle 
of the room surrounded by a circle of girls. They all 
watched expectantly for me to take off my last piece of 
clothing. I delayed for as long as I could and finally put 
my fingers into the elastic of my panties and pushed them 
down to the floor.

Once I was completely naked, I could hear the girls making 
comments about my body. From time to time I felt a hand 
touching my ass or cupping one of my breasts. Torri slipped 
her hand back between my legs and was able to slip a finger 
inside me. I had to stand there while the girls touched and 
probed my body. I couldn't move as Torri slid her finger in 
and out of my cunt. I felt embarrassed when I realized that 
my juices were covering Torri's finger and wetting the rest 
of her hand. I felt like a fool and yet something about 
this was so exciting. I realized I was getting very turned 
on and couldn't understand why.

I found myself laying on a small table in the center of the 
room. I could see the ceiling light and felt hands pulling 
my legs apart. I knew that all my private parts were on 
display to the other girls."Look girls, Kristy must like 
this. See how wet she is." 

Torri put her finger into my pussy and pulled it out 
covered with my juices. She waved her hand around like it 
was a trophy. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she licked 
her finger clean while the others laughed and continue to 
make fun of me.

When things calmed down a little, Torri moved to my side 
where she had a good view between my legs and said, "Every 
girl here masturbates even though the Nuns say it's a sin. 
We want to make sure you do, too. We're going to watch you 
et yourself off. Maybe we can give you some pointers to 
help out."

I didn't know if I could do it or not. Playing with myself 
in front of a bunch of girls was nothing I'd ever thought 
about doing and I didn't know how to start.

"Oh we have a shy one girls. Looks like I'm going to have 
to help her." Torri produced an enormous dildo that looked 
just like a man's erect cock and waved it back and forth in 
front of my face.

I decided it would be better to do myself than to be torn 
apart by that monster. I closed my eyes and let one of my 
hands slide down between my legs. I was still wet and 
ready. My hand covered my pussy as the middle finger 
entered the waiting slit. When I started moving it in and 
out of my cunt the girls surrounding the table started 
hollering out suggestions. They soon moved on to doing what 
they suggested and I found hands and mouths all over my 
body.

My hard nipple was stretched by a girl who had sucked it 
into her mouth and was pulling her head slowly back. Hands 
were massaging my inner thighs and touching my other bare 
breast. Lips covered my mouth and a tongue forced it's way 
in searching for my waiting tongue to respond. Somehow I 
couldn't help myself and met the attack with one of my own.

Hands were on my ass, hips, knees, tummy, ribs. neck and 
every place the girls felt like touching. Lips kissed my 
cheeks, nose, lips, chin, breasts and all the places that 
were available to the girls now lusting after my body. 

My fear kept me from exploding, but soon the work my hand 
was doing between my legs took it's toll. I came hard and 
long. I couldn't stop myself and screamed out my orgasm to 
the approval of all the girls in the room.

"Well, well, it looks like our little girl has gotten 
herself off rather nicely. You seem to like having other 
girls make love to you, Kristy."

I couldn't answer Torri and just stood trembling in the 
middle of the room. I felt the heat of my release cover my 
loins and didn't have much control over any of my actions. 
I was in a fantasy world and seemed to be floating as Torri 
and Sherry guided me to the floor. I was kneeling down and 
pushed back on my knees. I had no idea what was coming next 
until I saw Torri raise her skirt to reveal she wasn't 
wearing panties.

"Kristy, your little show got me so hot I need to get off. 
You won't mind helping will you?"

As she spoke, Sherry grabbed my hair and pulled me into 
Torri's pussy. I felt hands pushing my head between the 
older girls legs and I knew then I had to do it.

My tongue was very tentative as it licked Torri's pussy. I 
could taste her juices and knew it would not be difficult 
to slip inside her wet cunt. Her labia were swollen and I 
felt her hard clit under my tongue.

I decided to get her off so there would be someone besides 
me who had an orgasm in front of the other girls. I let my 
hands move up her legs and rest on her hips. My tongue 
slipped inside her waiting pussy and I twirled it around in 
the dark cavern of lust as her juice flowed into my mouth.

My mouth sucked in her clit and I used my tongue to torture 
the exposed sensitive area. My hands slide around to her 
ass where I massaged and played with her two firm globes. I 
felt her spasm as my finger pressed on her asshole.

I continued eating Torri and enjoying the control I had 
over the older girl's body. I brought her near release and 
then stopped until she backed off. I brought her there 
again and again until I could hear her frustration.

Her dress fell over my head and her hands pressed my head 
into her pussy. She came in waves that covered my face. I 
didn't stop and tried to make it last as long as I could.

"Stop, stop. I can't take it any more. Where did you learn 
how to do that Kristy?"

I didn't say anything and just smiled as the older girl 
tried to compose herself. 

Torri finally was able to speak again and said, "Oh my god, 
girls. She is something else", and then spoke directly to 
me. "Sometime between now and the end of the year, you'll 
have to get it on with every girl here. I know they are 
gong to love what you do, Kristy."

With that remark, it was over. I managed to get my clothes 
back on and somehow return to my room.

***

"I'm sorry, Kristy. Torri made me say those things to you 
to set you up. Someone always talks to the new girl before 
the initiation."

I was mad at first and then my emotions took control and I 
started to cry. Annette watched me for a minute and then 
tears started to form in her eyes. Somehow we held each 
other as everything that happened over the last hour washed 
out of my system.

When I finished sobbing and leaned back, I noticed 
something. There was a special look in Annette's eyes that 
seemed to reach out to me. We stared at each other for a 
long time and suddenly found our lips touching. It was more 
than a touch. Her face pressed against mine and I returned 
her fierceness with my determination.

My tongue probed her mouth and I found her eager tongue 
waiting in ambush. We explored each other's secrets as our 
clothes seem to float away. Somehow we ended up on my bed 
trying to be one person. Trying to know everything about 
the other one.

I felt her hand move across my naked hip and my body wanted 
to pull her inside me. Her long fingers slid over my ass 
and stopped inside the crack between those two cheeks that 
were no longer hiding in my panties..

She squeezed my round globes and I felt a finger move 
toward my asshole. 

I heard a sound and realized it was me. It was my lust and 
passion crying out for her embrace.

I found her hand and guided it down my stomach toward my 
wet pussy. I pushed her hand into my silky bush and held it 
there until she grabbed on to me between my legs and 
started moving her whole hand back and forth.

I felt her finger on my clit first and then she slid it 
inside my cunt. I was so wet by then, it was easy to 
accommodate her. 

She started moving her hand back and forth with a constant 
pressure that said she knew just what I wanted to feel and 
she was so right.

Her finger moved in and out of the flame that was between 
my legs. I opened myself up for her and it seemed like I 
was as wide as my thighs. It felt like I could somehow 
swallow her whole.

She had three fingers inside me. 

There didn't seem to be an end to it. I floated off to some 
place far away from reality. I could feel tears well up in 
my eyes. Happiness was so wonderfully strange.

Her mouth covered mine. Her insistent tongue entered my 
mouth searching, probing, exciting. Her other hand touched 
my tits. Rub, squeeze, stroke. Please stop - don't stop! 
Oh. Oh. Ohhh.

I had orgasms before. 

There was a time that I thought I invented the orgasm. 

But, never anything like this. My body exploded from high 
to high. 

I kissed her breasts, her nipples, her pretty lips. My 
finger moved over her face, cheeks, neck. Yes, oh yes. 
Touch, touch, feel, feel. More.

I lost track of time and never knew when we fell asleep. We 
woke in the morning still in each others arms. We woke to a 
good morning wake up kiss that was the first of many more 
to come. We woke up in love.

***

Annette and I were friends and lovers for the rest of the 
time I attended boarding school. There were many other 
wonderful times, but our first love making somehow was the 
best. There was magic that night and something special I 
would think about over and over again in the coming years.

Our affair ended like so many school romances do. We went 
home and found other people and other things to do. I was 
lonely for a time, but never felt sad. Our love was 
designed for just one period in time and when the time 
passed it was no longer to be. We're still good friends 
after all these years, but we never again found the love we 
knew as girls.


The End 


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By Katie McN  <katie@katie-mcn.com>


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