Several weeks had passed since our first fisting session, I was quite used to taking Caroll's fist by now, my favourite position was squatting on it as she had her elbow on the bed, I would do most of the fucking actions as I pumped my pussy up and down her arm. The feelings of her finger sliding into my womb had not diminished at all and I had many multiple orgasms from our sessions.
My session behind the curtain with the nurse and the camera was the talk of the classroom for a week after the event and made me something of a minor celebrity. Caroll did say that I should be spending more time with the other girls as I was a good role model for them, some of them had yet to experience the pure pleasure of sex and I readily agreed. I was paired with a petit brunette with a waspish waist, large A or small B cup breasts, highly kissable lips and the cutest button nose I have ever seen. I had often lusted after this slip of a girl in the past but never had the courage to do any more than cast furtive glances in her direction, following the smooth curve of her thighs or stealing a glimpse of her cocklet when we were dressing for swimming or any other chance I got to see her naked. My recent fame however had given me the courage to face my desires and made me bolder in myself, along with the fact that I was regularly having as much sex (although still no actual fucking) as I wanted helped of course.
I suspect that Caroll had arranged a change in our schedules and training routines to encompass a mentor programme whereby people who were paired off with each other were given the time and privacy to discuss, the mentee could answer questions frankly and under the strictest confidences secure in the knowledge that the topic of conversations would not become public knowledge. The organisers were obviously leading the sort of topics by ensuring that our partnering rooms had all the required toys to promote a healthy quest for sexual pleasure. Indeed everything was set up to promote sexual contact between the pairs (including my favourite breather of what I found out were called poppers).
Nina certainly was the reserved sort but I always got the impression the all she was waiting for was a chance to explore another body but never had the confidence to ask.
Our early sessions were composed of getting to know one another, talking about our fears, hopes, dreams and what life would be like when and if we were eventually allowed to leave the walls of the centre. There was of course talk of my not so private session behind the curtain and I even went on to describe the experiences I had had before and after that event, not forgetting that all important glimpse I had had of the `opposite sex' and their practical lesson that I spied upon.
The act of talking about these things visibly aroused Nina, her nipples would become erect pushing against the thin soft cotton of her blouse clearly marking their position on her perky breasts through her clothing. I tried to give her as much detail in as an erotic fashion as I could, trying to egg her onto into making some kind of advance upon me, one that I would have gladly allowed and encouraged. Sadly nothing did happen though in the first few weeks except for talking about it.
On our fourth weekly session Nina had brought a pad and her drawing pencils, as she said there were some sketches she wanted to finish, not being happy with the outcome. They were mainly still life sketches, a few landscapes and numerous portraits, doodles almost but ones she had drawn from memory. The girl had a natural talent sure enough and each picture was instantly recognisable as the subject of her pencil. I gladly noticed I featured in the pages of her book more than anyone else, I simply put it down to the time we had spent together over the past few weeks.
Whilst we chatted amiably about all sorts of topics, meandering from point to point as girls do for a half hour or so I got the impression that Nina had something on her mind, she wanted to say something but was too scared to come right out and say it.
Not being able to bear the tension any longer I simply asked if there was something she wanted to ask me. She hesitated and looked down at her page, her pencil totally still considering her position and trying to decide something behind those beautiful innocent eyes.
"I've never drawn a nude of anyone" she suddenly blurted out ...
Not what I was expecting to say the least and it caught me totally off guard, where was she going with this?
"I'll let you keep it ..." she said after a short pause, the unasked question hanging in the air.
I stood and adopted an open armed posture in the classic cinema style, one leg bent at the knee, slightly crossing the other and standing a little sideways "How do you want me?"
She stood rapidly almost running to me, I could see hesitation on her face so I reached forward and put my arms around her hugging her into me. "Whatever happens in this room stays in this room" I reassured her and was gratified to feel her return the hug.
She asked me to strip, positioned me on the queen sized bed and set up the pose, it was a very classical scene with the picture window behind me and the rolling landscape disappearing into the distance. I was lying on my side with my head propped up by my right hand, elbow on the bed and my left arm draped lazily across my tummy. My left leg was bent and draped over my straight right. As a matter of course I had tucked my tiny cock back between my legs as that where it normally resided anyway in order to give a smoother line to my panties so to all intents and purposes I resembled a young girl blossoming into womanhood posing in the nude.
Nina quickly arranged my long hair so that it fell slightly over my left breast with just a hint of nipple poking through the strands and then took her place on the arm chair facing me, pad in hand and pencil at the ready. She began furiously drawing, sketching away on her pad across her lap, her eyes never seeming to leave my body for more than a second or 2 as she quickly glanced down to reference a particular point on the paper.
I took this opportunity to observe her in minute detail, noting the flash in those beautiful sparkling green eyes and the graceful curve of her neck, the way in which wisps of her hair (which was seemingly always tied up) caressed and tickled her neck. Most of her torso was blocked from view by her pad; I could only just see the forming valley between her breasts begin. I could follow her legs underneath her wide knee length skirt as her legs were crossed at the knees. They were, to put it mildly, perfect. Ultra-smooth and pale, not a single sign of a hair to be seen anywhere and we were barely over a metre away from each other.
Had I been in a different situation I might have been jealous of her beauty but I found that I simply couldn't bear any ill will toward her even if I tried. It wasn't her fault she had flawless skin, perfect hair, beyond perfect eyes and legs that were graceful whilst not being painfully thin.
As I gazed between her legs I could just make out the white lace hem of her pale pink panties, no sign of her genitals of course but that didn't stop me thinking about exactly what was under those panties. More to the point, my mind wandered to think about what I would like to do to whatever was inside those panties and have her do the same to me.
Such was my reverie I totally failed to notice that she has stopped drawing, my gaze was focused on the pictures in my mind now and not the ones displayed by my eyes. I only noticed something was amiss when I was forced out of my thoughts by a noise, it was Nina saying my name "Lisa ... Lisa ... are you ok?"
I took stock of my situation, my cock was painfully erect and throbbing in its prison between my legs, I could feel my face and neck flushed with arousal, my nipples were more erect than I had ever felt before and all in front of this perfect specimen of teenage womanhood looking at me with innocent concern all over her face. I was acutely embarrassed to be seen like this and I felt my face grow redder as my feelings must have been plainly obvious to anyone watching, plastered all over my face, I may as well have had a neon sign above my head saying `I want to make love to you Nina'.
I saw the realisation dawn on her and my heart broke for the very first time, how could I possibly have thought of desecrating this perfect creature in front of me, she could never be touched like that as it would simply be sacrilegious to debase this epitome of perfection which such lustful acts. In an instant all my confidence left me, all my bravado evaporated into so much smoke and tears lept into my eyes.
I jumped up and ran for the door snatching my dress from where it had lain repeatedly sobbing sorry through the floods of tears that streamed down my face, I didn't even look back as I grabbed at the door handle and fled. I didn't care that my feet were bare, I didn't care that I was in essence totally naked clutching my dress to me as I ran across the grass to the private apartments I shared with my beloved Caroll. The thought of my lover brought even more feelings, ones of regret and betrayal, how will she ever look at me again once she learns that I had lusted after another girl; that I had actually pictured taking that delicate frame into my arms and doing all those things that Caroll and I shared so intimately.
I didn't stop my run until I was back in my room still sobbing as I threw myself on the bed and cried and cried until I had no more tears to shed. At that moment I hated myself and what I had become, what I had dared to think and the consequences of those thoughts.
Time passed, I have no idea how much, it could have been minutes or hours but exhausted I fell into a troubled and haunted sleep.
I was roused by a movement on the bed, it was Caroll gently shaking me awake with a look of concern mixed with love all over her face calling me; dragging me from the abyss. I turned my face as it hurt to see her unknowing beauty, knowing that I would be cast out from this life to sleep with the other girls in their 2 person rooms, shunned forever by my first love, a love I knew was impossible to feel again.
"Tell me honey, whats wrong?" she asked.
Tears once more forced their way past my screwed up eyelids as I buried my face harder into the pillow. "Please baby talk to me, tell me what's the matter" I recognised the tone, it was the caring psychiatrist tone, the one that conveyed caring and neutrality with a touch of distance, I started to get angry. How could she use the same tone the head shrinks with their constant pressuring calls for more input, more information, tell me what you are thinking, tell me what you are feeling, how do you respond to this, to that, I felt like a mouse in a maze running around looking for the cheese being constantly studied and dissected by a mind not my own. My anger now boiled hot ... but still I cried, what was happening to me, why could I not control myself.
Suddenly I became introverted searching for a reason to all this, my mind was a red hot poker one moment and a shaking pink blancmange the next. I felt like I was falling apart piece by piece.
"Please please baby talk to me ... you're beginning to scare me" the tone had left, gone, almost as if it was never there. This time I heard concern, love, sadness ... tears. Was Caroll crying? Had I upset her already, did she know, had Nina told her what happened?
I looked over my shoulder and saw her face, there were tears in her eyes, real honest to goodness tears, I immediately thought that she should save those tears as she may need them later and was repelled by my own mind. She cracked a smile when our eyes made contact, it was one of relief and only love shone through.
I started sobbing uncontrollably as I threw my arms around her waist and buried my face into her bosom as a child would to her mother seeking comfort from the world. How could I possibly expect Caroll to save me from my own consciousness was beyond me but that's what I needed. I tried to apologise through my sobs but I was incoherent even to myself. She held me to herself cradling me to her bosom, stroking my hair and my back soothing me and slowly my sobbing abated.
I had to tell her, I couldn't live with the guilt of my betrayal a moment longer ... and so I did.
Caroll never moved and never stopped holding me as I told her what had happened, what I had wanted to happen, the revulsion in myself for thinking these things, my love for Nina, about how pure and innocent she was, how I shouldn't be allowed near her because of my basest desires that should never be inflicted upon her and the pain I would feel from introducing her to emotions so depraved in contrast to her innocence that it would surely tear her apart, turn her into a basket case that would change her forever. I ended with my flight across the lawn into my room and how she had found me.
Again time passed as I was retelling the tale, again I had no clue as to how long. Once I had finally ended my story I felt no relief, I was only barely aware of my surroundings as all my attention had been centred on Caroll and what I was saying to her. I was dimly aware that night had fallen, I tried to remember the time of day Nina and I were in the mentor room together, was the sun still shining as I sprinted across the lawns my clutched dress being the only protection my body had from anyone who could see me.
Had anyone seen me?
Now that I was fully deflated Caroll started to speak. The motherly loving tone was back again and she still cradled me. She told me she was not upset, she was not angry but was gloriously happy for me, I had found someone I could love as I loved her of my own generation, my own age, we were so similar we could have been sisters and in a way we already were. She pulled me away, lifted my head up and looked deeply into my eyes. I saw no condemnation in her eyes only pride and contentment.
"There is someone I think you should see now"
Panic all of a sudden set in, I couldn't face Nina again with what she must have seen on my face in that room, any of it ... I just couldn't bear it. A sniff from the darkness made my head swivel, there was Nina standing there her hands clasped prayer fashion covering her mouth and tears visibly running down her perfect cheeks and I froze, paralysed with fear at her reaction.
Suddenly she came running towards me and I couldn't move, her arms outstretched towards me, my heart beating so fast and so hard I feared it would rip though my young chest and break away shattering into a million pieces. Before I could react she threw her arms around me bringing her closer to her into the most tender of hugs I had ever experienced. She lifted me bodily out of my bed and held me tight, I could feel her tears against my neck and the uncontrolled sobbing and realised that for once tonight, it wasn't coming from me.
Realisation dawned upon me what was happening, she loved me too, these were tears of joy not of sadness and I hugged her back both of us crying in happiness. Tears eventually turned into giggles as we parted to arms length. I surveyed her face noting the mascara that had run giving her sad little black rivers down her cheeks.
I mentioned that to her that maybe she needed to pay a little attention to the `old war paint', she giggled and suggested that maybe I should look in the mirror sometime. Confusion was rapidly replaced by horror as I ran to the wash basin and looked at my shocking reflection. What appeared in the mirror was nothing short of a disaster but that paled into insignificance when I looked past my ruined face and caught my reflection in the full length dress mirror directly behind me. I was mortified to realise I was still totally naked. It was at this point in time I screamed and tried to cover myself with my hands and arms.
Nina was at this point almost doubled up in near hysterics as she realised the cause of my outburst, I put my best dignified strut on as I walked past her but I only managed to get about 4 paces before I broke into a run heading for my dressing gown, hastily donning it before turning around again. Still I couldn't help laughing as I returned to her and held her in my arms again and soon we were propping each other up giggling and laughing.
Once we returned to something approaching normality Caroll cleared her throat politely letting us know she was still there.
"Nina, would you like to spend the night here, I think both of you have a lot to talk about?"
I held my breath for a fraction of a second awaiting her response but the enthusiastic squeal of delight followed by the obligatory clasping of hands in front of her face spoke volumes.
"In that case I think you should pop off to your room and get some night clothes, there's a good girl now ... off you go ... toodle pip!"
Nina practically sprinted from my room with a happy backward glance and cute little wave in my direction before she disappeared from view. Once it was just Caroll and I she came over and again hugged me. "I'm so proud of you my baby girl, she is an absolute honey and beautiful to match. She came to find me after you ran away worried sick about you, she really does feel for you and was terrified that she had done something wrong. She wouldn't show me the drawing probably because she thought I would be angry, if you don't want me to see it I shall respect your wishes but hold onto that girl, there is something very precious about her."
"Now I expect you may want to get yourself cleaned up and dressed even a little before she returns, I am going to sort out some snacks because you managed to miss dinner and must be ravenous. Nina will no doubt be back before I so I shall see you in a bit." With that she kissed me tenderly on the cheek, turned and left the room.
True to Caroll's assessment Nina was back just after I finished scrubbing what remained of my makeup from my face, thrown on a pair of white cotton panties with a cute pink bow at the front and a patterned pink nightdress that came to my knees .
Nina looked unbelievably cute and sexy in her diesel coloured satin dressing gown and pure white nightdress which clashed a little with the bunny slippers on her feet. She did at least look a little embarrassed when I saw them but it all added to her charm.
Caroll came in later with sandwiches and the our obligatory medications and that's not all she brought, she came with news too. Whilst Nina listened avidly Caroll asked me about earlier on, about my moods and feelings. I was ashamed to retell all that I felt during those first few moments after waking up but once I had finished Caroll simply came over and hugged me and said she was sorry.
She had suspected that something like this would happen, she hadn't expected it to be so harsh on me though. Caroll went onto explain the theory she had that was behind my mixed up emotions. She hypothesised that my first ovulation had just happened and the hormones that were now rushing through my body exacerbated my moods making what would normally be a gentle swing from one normal emotion to another into a full blown pendulum effect, to which we were all witnesses.
It slowly dawned on me, I was now able to get pregnant, I was now able to bear children and I was now able to fulfil the destiny that I was created for initially.
"Remember, just because you are able to I am not about to put you out into a field with lots of horny boys like a mare at a stud farm, you are still too young to have children and are still a child yourself. You still have to come to your own mind on how you want to run your life, nobody can decide that for you ever ... just remember that. And besides" she went on "there appears to be 2 of you to think about, not just one anymore."
With that she kissed us both again and left.
Nina and I spent the entire night talking, laughing, giggling and doing all those things best girlfriends do when at a sleepover. We did each other's hair, we traded makeup secrets, we painted our toenails, we talked about boys and recapped my adventures peeking into their classroom and eventually by mutual consent we slept.
I really was truly exhausted from the day and I remember eventually crawling into bed with Nina in front of me as we spooned and I cuddled her for as long as I could.
I was woken by the sun streaming through the window to the familiar sensation of being held from behind. Nina was spooning me, her left arm draped loosely over my midriff and her right arm under my neck. I lay there and revelled in the feeling of being held close to this lovely warm body so much so that I snuggled backwards a little to ramp up the pressure of her body against me. During the night, as so often happens, my night dress had ridden up to my waist and was bunched uncomfortably between me and the sleeping form behind me. I carefully reached round to pull the garment back down, at least to my thighs, only on the way down the back of my hand came into contact with Nina's crotch and touched something that was harder than it should have been. I stopped my movement for a second or to just trying to figure out if Nina really did a case of morning wood.
As my hand was in contact with what I hoped was her cockle I felt her stir and press into me, a tiny moan escaping her lips as she pressed herself into the knuckles of my hand. I am afraid to say that my hormones got the better of me and my own cockle started to rise to attention, even confined in my panties where it had been all night. I slowly rotated my hand so that I could bring my fingers into play and probed at her pubis trying to find the lay of the land so to speak. Nina's cockle was indeed hard, maybe half an inch or more larger than mine lying flat against her pubic mound pointing straight up. I slowly dragged a fingernail up her cock towards the very tip and I felt it pulse in anticipation, Nina's breathing started to increase in tempo slightly as I repeated the movement just as slowly.
As gently as I could I rotated in the bed to face her in order to not wake her so I could see the looks on her face and enable me to get better access to her charms. I continued playing with her penis through her panties for several minutes more before slowly and gently sliding my fingers under the waistband so I could touch her without being hampered by cotton. I saw her eyes open as my fist wrapped itself around her member, a momentary jolt went through her and then she smiled, leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. It was a little hesitant at first but soon it gathered more and more passion. In short order we were open mouthed French kissing, both her arms wrapped around me pulling me hard into her.
I continued stroking her cock under her panties and she writhed in response, lifting her leg and putting it over mine to ease my access to the rest of her crotch. I slid my hand further back to cup her tiny balls, rolling them around in my hand whilst using the heel of my hand to continue pressing on the base of her tiny perfectly proportioned penis. It was not too long before her kissing of me became most urgent until she could continue no longer and moved her head away, her breaths now coming hot and fast onto my neck and she involuntarily thrust her crotch against my hand, her passion building to the inevitable crescendo as her humping became quicker and harder. She whimpered and I felt her hand cover mine, urging me to press harder as she literally fucked herself towards orgasm. The whimpering became panting then moaning ever increasing in volume and pitch until she suddenly went into a whole body spasm wrapping a leg around me and pulling me bodily in close jerking her hips against me letting out a "yes ... Yes ...YEEEEEESSSS!!!".
I looked at the beading sweat on her forehead as she went through the afterglow of orgasm getting her breath back and lazily opening her eyes, gazing at me in that unfocused way that I have come to love. Without saying a word she leaned forward and kissed me, gently and tenderly on the lips, so much emotion was transferred in that single act that I was almost blown away.
Nina started kissing the rest of my face whilst gently pushing me onto my back, her mouth only just touching me, such fleeting moments of contact which in themselves had no right to start my blood boiling, but boil it did. She started moving down my body, hiking my nightie up over my boobs whereby she started giving them the tongue lashing of their short lives. My nipples were so erect I swear I could have cut glass with them as she gently sucked and chewed on the sensitive nubs. When she had one mouth on one breast her hand was kneading and pinching the other keeping my pulse racing.
Her hand moved from my breast and slowly slid down my tummy, dragging her fingernails lightly down my body sending shivers of pleasure from my toes to my hair roots. Her fingers bypassed my raging cockle and teased the insides of my thighs, I spread my legs and tried to hunch my pelvis against her but her hand was out of reach. I felt her fingers caress the underside of my knees causing my legs to jerk wide apart and I saw no point in closing them again. Taking this as permission she moved herself in between my legs and sat on her haunches, allowing her full access to my cockle and pussy. At this moment I would have let her do anything she liked to me, if she wanted to deflower me with her cock I would have gladly spread my pussy cheeks apart and dragged her into me. As it turned out, that was not her intention at all.
I felt my pussy moisture leak out in preparation for an intrusion and I was not disappointed. Her finger pressed against my entrance which gave in easily only to have her remove it and replace it with 2 fingers, gently sawing in and out. My precum must have been in full flow as there was no discomfort as her fingers eased my pussy open. With all the pleasure I was getting from Nina finger fucking me my cockle started to droop. I had come many times before without having it stimulated and the orgasm when it finally did arrive was far more intense than otherwise.
Nina continued to finger fuck me pulling her fingers out right to the tip and pushing them back in all the way, I felt the knuckles of her hand pressed against me. Soon the number increased to three, then four, I was humping against her hand legs spread knees bent, feet flat on the bed as she repeatedly buried her digits into me as far as her hand would allow. I silently begged her to finish the job off by adding her thumb and allow me to feel her hand spreading me fully.
As if hearing my pleas I felt her thumb pressing into me and I braced myself, my pussy opening itself to her fully. I watched her face as she saw her hand creeping deeper and deeper into me until my pussy started closing itself around the pinch that was her wrist, the feeling of her hand entering me was almost enough to bring me to orgasm on the spot.
Slowly she started to pump her fist deeper into me, I awaited the contact with my cervix but it didn't come before she withdrew pulling her fist back until she could see my hole distend before pushing her hand back in, never quite far enough for my cervix nor far out enough to feel my pussy stretch that delicious few extra millimetres. I started panting harder and harder as she continued her fist fucking of me, I desperately wanted to feel her fingers enter my inner sanctum, to pierce my womb. I stretched my hands above my head placed against the headboard so I could push in time to her thrusts hopefully increasing the depth to the point whereby she would have to touch my cervix and bring about my much needed orgasm.
Instead of going deeper however she started to withdraw her hand further and further out pulling me open from the inside, that delicious feeling I knew so well. I revelled in the sensations caused by my pussy stretching wider than when she first invaded me due to her fist being balled up, her mouth spread into a wide O as she watched my pussy stretch and stretch until her hand came out with an audible pop. For a few moments my pussy was gaping wide open and I knew she could see deep into my abused hole before it started to close slowly.
I took this opportunity to spin round whilst still on my back so my head ended up between her legs, I smiled up at her and she smiled sweetly back. My mouth was mere inches from her erect and twitching cockle, inches I was determined to reduce to zero. I stretched my head back between her legs, tilting it until I could reach out with my tongue and lick the underside of her throbbing cock watching her face all the time. Slowly I inserted just the head into my mouth and closed my lips around it, once I had a good seal I gently started sucking the air from my mouth. I watched as her eyes widened and then roll back into her head as I steadily increased the suction, slowly drawing her into my willing mouth. She leant forwards feeding me her cock until she was on her hands and knees above me and slowly proceeded to drop her crotch press-up style onto my face, I could now lie my head back down on the bed and suck her entire length into my mouth. It wasn't quite long enough to reach my throat but still had a good few workable inches.
She started to hump my face as she obviously got into the blow job as evidenced by her breathing. I think she was trying to distract me from her cock by swallowing mine whole and doing a creditable job of it, but I wanted to feel her cum and I knew I had an ace up my sleeve. I reached round to her glorious pussy and started putting pressure onto her damp rosebud, just enough to titillate her without actually penetrating her, now she was caught between increasing finger pressure by pushing back and the urge to penetrate my mouth further by pushing forwards. Her natural fucking rhythm took over in the end. Every time she pressed back against my fingers, her pussy opened slightly, a little more each time, she was even pushing out with her pussy as she felt for the first time something wanting and willing to penetrate her hole. On a down stroke I followed her with my finger as usual but kept it there unexpectedly, she was unable to stop herself in time from the next upstroke and my finger plunged in 3 inches into her soaking wet hole.
I heard her cry out in pleasure and jerk away from my fingers reflexively but immediately plunged herself back onto my digit. This continued for only a few minutes, my cock now all but forgotten as she continued to fuck my mouth and herself on my intruding fingers as I kept adding until all four of them were pistoning out of her pussy. Her fucking became more and more frenetic and I knew she wouldn't last much longer before finally thrusting into me one final time, her sweet pussy juices simply pouring out of her, down the crack of her ass, onto her cock and thus into my mouth.
I lapped them up eagerly not wasting a drop until she all but collapsed on top of me totally spent breathing hard coming down from her orgasm.
We made love again before deciding that maybe we should get up for breakfast