THE DORM - Part One : the setting
I always looked forward to the beginning of a new school term, especially here at the Lausanne School for Girls. It was well-known among teenage lesbians as the school to attend for its high standards in education but also for its permissive attitude towards girls who like girls. I had been very lucky. I had been « allowed to leave » my previous assignment as English teacher in an all-girl school after being caught in a compromising position with one of my students. The colleague – and rival – who had surprised us had reported the incident to the director of the school, an unattractive former nun who had always been unsuccessful at getting into my panties. I was 25 at the time, an attractive brunette with small perky breasts and, I am told, a nice round ass. The director gave me a choice : either I was dismissed with a record of abusing teenage girls or was allowed to resign with a letter of recommendation in hand. I knew the second option could be mine only if I submitted to the director. She was very civil about it and had no illusions that, although my inclinations were towards women, I was not looking forward to our encounter. It went rather smoothly and quickly. We undressed without exchanging a word. She mounted me on the carpeted floor of her office. It must have been like humping a corpse. I waited patiently for her to climax and felt her wet cunt slide down my thigh as she rolled off me. It was worse than with a man. We dressed and I left hurriedly, letter in hand, and headed for the shower.
When I was hired by the Lausanne school, I replaced the English teacher who had retired and was made supervisor of one of two dorms. The students were between 14 and 18 years old and came from wealthy European and American families. The fall of the Iron Curtain had brought girls from the former Communist countries and the wealth in Asia some students from Japan, China and Hong Kong. There was a walkway over the dorm, like a central mezzanine, which allowed me to have a birds-eye view of all activities taking place in the single beds neatly arranged in rows. The students had nicknamed it « Carol’s cloud » (Carol is my name). Even though the structure of this small society will become clearer as the story evolves, I should give you a few details as to the background in order to explain future events. As you would expect in a group of a few hundred girls who, if I can be blunt, are first of all nearly always horny and secondly are attracted to their own sex, jealousies and the need for sexual domination are everyday occurrences. In this milieu, catfights would normally occur daily. Since we did not want parents to find out what was really going on in the school, girls showing scratch marks or swollen lips resulting from fights were expelled. Instead, the practice of sexfighting was introduced . This created not only a sexual pecking order but allowed two girls fighting over a third one to settle , at least for the time being, who would be the top sexual performer, the one to obtain the favours of the lolita. Lovemaking between two consenting girls , a common occurrence when the lights went out in the dorm, was not only tolerated but encouraged even if it took place in private. On the other hand, sexfighting between two rivals or between two future lovers was always to be public and under my watchful eye (and throbbing pussy !).
Of course, disagreements which are not sexual in nature are also bound to take place. Stealing from one another, making fun of another girl’s appearance or simply two girls sharing a mutual dislike for each other led to insults and shoving matches which could easily escalate into full-blown catfights.With the « show no marks » rule, the girls developed ways to hurt each other which left marks only on the parts of their body not usually visible to everyone : their tits and ass. Hair-pulling, pitching, and biting were the most used and my visits to the showers often revealed who had been involved in a fight. When I witnessed a catfight or sensed (or was told) that two girls had challenged each other to a catfight – and not a sexfight – I would take them into my office and encourage them to talk it out. If it was impossible to come to an agreement, I would have them fight on the spot in the nude and under my supervision . The girls would usually end up rolling around on the floor pulling hair or each one would go for the other’s bare ass. Serious ass-biting would take place until one girl would burst into tears. They rarely fought each other again.
I have mentioned that mine was one of two dorms. Once assigned to one dorm, the girls would remain there for the duration of their stay at the school. This prevented the separation of lovers. A girl having a lover in the other dorm would have been considered a traitor and beaten. The supervisor of the other dorm was Véronique, a French woman in her 30s, a blonde with a nice figure but a long face and aquiline nose. I didn’t find her very attractive although she was always very expensively dressed . We were of course arch-ennemies, Each dorm had its ring leaders , harems and sexual structure. There was no love lost between the girls of the two dorms and , although adjacent to each other, the passage between the two was well guarded. When both dorms were bustling with activity, early in the morning or just before bed, some of the girls would cluster at the border of the two dorms and taunt their rivals. Lifting their nightgowns (no panties !) they would make humping motions or flicker their tongue at them. When two parties came too close for comfort, I would put an end to the game avoiding possible clashes. The leader of my dorm was Vanessa, an 18-year old British girl with long curly red hair and freckles covering much of her milky-white skin. A vicious sexfighter, she had assembled a harem of younger girls by taken them on one by one in memorable clit-to-clit fights. Vanessa had never challenged my authority and had become my favourite lover. We would sometimes sneak out on weekends and rent a hotel room in town where we would tongue each other to climax after climax. The other dorm was led by Lori. Also 18, Lori was the epitomy of the tanned California blonde. She also had a harem which she ruled with an iron clit. She was of course Véronique’s lover but their relationship had been tumultuous over the years. Rumours had it that during one falling out, Lori and Véronique had settled their score in an epic hair-pulling, breast-biting cuntfight which had left both combatants sore for days.
Véronique and I had given each other bitchy looks all last term. When students were writing final exams, everyone took turn supervising. One morning I was walking down the hall 15 minutes before my scheduled class when I spotted Véronique ahead of me. I hurried to catch up with her, put my hand on her shoulder and flipped her around to face me.
« Don’t you dare talk to Vanessa. The’re no point in trying to get into her panties. She’s mine » I hissed.
« I’m sure she’s getting tired of your limp clit, but that’s not what I was talking to her about » she replied with a sarcastic smile.
We were both dressed in formal attire. I wore a tailered suit which fitted tightly over my ass, a white blouse and high heels. My medium-length hair was down to my neck. Véronique wore a pantsuit which also hugged her ass, a pink blouse with puffed-up sleeves and high-heels. Her blonde hair was curled up in a bun.
I stepped right into her.
« What were you talking about then, bitch, I want to know » I said.
« I was actually planning on telling you eventually, if you ever gave me the chance. I was asking her if she would be interested in a match-up with Lori ». she whispered with more excitement in her voice than fear.
« What do you mean « match-up » ? A fight ? » I asked surprised.
« Of course a fight, stupid . Do you want to watch them play cards ? » She shot back.
« They’ll kill each other » I said.
« I mean a sexfight, dumbo. I want to watch my Lori fuck your Vanessa into a coma ». She said.
That provocation was too much. She could see I was mad and she fought back when I tried to push her into the wall. We wrestled with our hands, locking fingers. Letting go of her hands, I reached behind her and dug my nails into her ass. She did the same to me as we danced around in the middle of the hall, trying to scatch each other’s asscheeks through our clothes. Cheek to cheek , chest to chest, we ground our small breasts together while trying to knee the other in the crotch.
« Vanessa would fuck Lori so bad she would lose that fake tan of hers » I hissed into her ear.
« You cunt-licking whore » she spat back.
« If we weren’t in public I would rip your asshole to shreds » I said.
« I’ll make you eat your cunt hair » Véronique shouted.
If there had been a way to reach each other’s womanhood with our fingers, there is no doubt in my mind we would have had a finger-fucking fight right there in the hallway . Aware of our precarious situation and the stalemate, we broke our hold and faced each other this time at a distance.
« You know what would happen, don’t you ? That fight would trigger a free-for-all sexfight between our two dorms ». I said between gritted teeth .
« I know » said Véronique composing herself. « Maybe we should wait until next term and get it organized . It’s not only going to be Vanessa and Lori, next term, but you and me, cunt-face » she said ,catching her breath.
« I’ll crush that little clit of yours anyday » I replied.
« After I have you begging me to stop thrusting my clit inside your cunt, I’ll piss on you » she said as we locked together again, crotch against crotch.
« If you piss on me, I’ll turn around and piss on you » I surprised myself in blurting out.
We were both shaking with anger and lust. Our faces were now only inches apart. Before I could react, her tongue was inside my mouth. I fought back as best I could trying to catch it between my lips. We had resumed our ass-grabbing and each was desperately tried to suck the other’s tongue when the bell rang, announcing the end of the first exam.
We let go of each other as if someone had physically separated us. We rearraged our hair and our clothes in a hurry. We walked side by side to our respective classrooms.
Anyone who had seen us together would have never believed these two young attractive ladies, looking terribly proper and well brought up, had a few minutes ago not only threatened to fuck each other into oblivion but to piss on each other.
As the students were busy writing their exams, my mind kept going back to my encounter with Véronique and I felt my pussy oozing. I closed my eyes and the first scene I imagined was of Vanessa and Lori cunt-fucking in a corner of the dorm. The second scene was of Véronique and I , totally sexually spent , cum juices flowing down our thighs, bent over and aiming our ass at each other in a threatening way. The last scene was of 100 young female couples engaged in vicious sexfighting, some cunt to cunt, others locked in 69 , fingers deep in each other’s asshole. When I was replaced for my break, I hurried to the ladies room where I fingered my clit to a climax.
As I said at the beginning of this story, I am excited at the thought of these new girls arriving for the beginning of school. I must be very vigilant since most of them had to rely only on masturbation to relieve their sex drive throughout the summer. The new girls will be courted (to use a polite word), old flames will be rekindled as well as old rivalries. I had to make sure things didn’t get out of hand as old and new students mingled during that first afternoon and that confrontations of a sexual nature were postponed the evening in the dorm. I also had to schedule the main fights as much as possible although side fights often took place which were out of my control. As I wandered through the grounds that afternoon, I saw couples holding hands or with their arms around each other, many wearing a flower in the buttonhole of their jacket, a sign there were new students. At times a hand would wander down from a waist to cup an asscheek or kisses exchanged behind a tree, all behavious I tolerated. I could also feel the tension as many were on the prowl . Older girls confronted each other over younger ones, and new young students purred, licked their lips provokingly, and brushed against more dominant ones hoping to be invited into their harem. Intimidation was everywhere as girls stared each other down, bumping each other, small tits against small tits or even moving their waists, making humping challenging motions at each other with their lower body. Rarely did it go further than the trading of insults or the occasional pushing and showing but I had to be vigilant.
I decided to visit the back of an abandoned gardener’s shack where most of the older girls congregated. It was also a trouble spot away from the gazes of most students and staff. As I was walking towards it, I was overtaken by three young girls giggling and screaming ‘ Maria is in a fight , Maria is in a fight’. Maria was a beautiful tall Italian and one of Vanessa’s conquests and lieutenants. She was one of the most feared fighters in the school. My hunch was right and I hurried to the scene. What I saw made my heart palpitate and my cunt tingle. Maria and another tall dark-haired girl appeared to be dancing around near one of the walls of the shack surrounded by a group of excited onlookers. Each had grabbed hold of the other’s hair with one hand while trying to work their other hand inside their rival’s bra. I noticed Vanessa was standing a few feet away. While Maria and the another girl, a newcomer I assested from the flower which had fallen to the ground in the tussle, were still trying to squeeze each other’s tits off, I called Vanessa over. My presence was still unnoticed.
‘ What happened ?’ I asked Vanessa.
‘ Oh, you won’t believe this but the new girl, her name is Mila, came up to me and asked me if I was available ‘ answered Vanessa shaking her head . ‘ Maria overheard and jumped her. ‘
The fight had now progressed from a strong challenge to the beginning of a sexfight. Both girls were continuing to pull hair while pressing their bodies together. The free hand had given up on their tits and was now buried under each other’s skirt. Judging by the expression on their face, fingers had reached their respective goals. Over the encouragements of the spectators, I could hear bits and pieces of the trash talk they were spitting at each other .
‘ I am going to rip that clit right off your cunt, if I can ever find it ‘ said Maria mockingly.
‘ My clit is bigger than yours, it’s just that you don’t know where a clit should be. No wonder your lover needs me ‘, replied Mila.
Then I heard ‘ try me….. right here ?….come and get me… cunt fucking….clit to clit… ‘ That’s when I decided to break it up. Both girls had tumbled onto the grass. We were in for an outdoor cunt-fuck which would have alerted everyone in the school. I made a sign to Vanessa who grabbed Maria and I wrapped my arms around Mila’s waist and we pulled them apart, their fingers wet with pussy juices. They began to catch their breath. I put my arms around the girls and said .
‘ I want this settled tonight if you still want to fight ‘.
‘ Ok ‘ echoed both girls glaring at each other. Vanessa took Maria away from the group while I walked away with Mila.
‘ Come to my office and we’ll talk ‘ I suggested.
‘ I would like to very much ‘ Mila said with an engaging smile.
I must have looked flushed and I was. My cunt was wet from watching these two beautiful girls tangle. Mila explained she was from Bulgaria and that her family had decided to send her to this school to practice her English. Even in Bulgaria, the school had a reputation amongst the small and underground circle of young lesbians she hung out with. Mila was of course delighted to make the trip. She was a classic beauty with high cheekbones and large brown eyes. She wore her jet black hair straight down to her shoulders which , she told me, she sometimes wore ‘wrapped up on her head’ as she put it. She was tall but not big except for her breasts which were as large (or as small ?) as mine.
‘ Are you mad with me ? ‘ she asked sheepishly as we entered my office.
‘A little ‘ I lied . ‘ But that’s alright, just don’t get into fights on the grounds, wait for the dorm ‘ I stammered.
She brushed her hair with her fingers and, as if it was the most natural thing to do, lifted her skirt to stretch her panties back into place. She forgot to button up her blouse.
‘ Have you been in a sexfight before ?’ I asked.
‘Not many but I have been in many girlfights. I am very strong’ she replied proudly.
‘You mean catfights ?’ I asked, my voice trembling with excitement.
‘Yes, catfights, as you say. I fight with fists and feet and my nails. Once another girl try to sleep with my girlfriend and I fight her. They were afraid we would kill each other so they tied our hands behind our back and we fight naked kicking and biting. I won then I fuck her with my pussy ‘ she said suddenly getting animated.
I would have given the world to see that fight. She had me flustered. I was lusting after her and she knew it.
‘You have to teach me the sexfight for tonight. Please ?’ she pleaded.
‘ First of all, you have to know the rules. Girls who are on the prowl in the dorm..’ – ‘on the prowl ?’ she interrupted. ‘Looking for action, for sex or a fight’ I answered.
‘Girls who are looking for action’, I continued , ‘ must move on their hands and knees on the floor. It is covered with carpet, don’t worry’ , I began.
‘We are naked ?’ she asked.
‘Of course’ I replied. ‘It makes it easier….’ I began to explain but was stopped dead in my tracks as I saw her remove her blouse, her bra and unzip her skirt.
‘Like this ?’ she said licking her lips provocatively.
I wasn’t going to let her phase me.
‘You have to remove your panties’ , I answered in as controlled a voice as I could manage.
She slid her panties down her legs and kicked them to the side . I could finally admire her body, those mature breasts, her thick patch of black pubic hair, and , as she turned around for my benefit, a full muscular ass which had lost its baby fat. When I had watched her tangle with Maria, I had noticed how her asscheeks moved from side to side under her pleated skirt instead of just jiggling like those of the younger girls. She was already on all fours on my office carpet. Between her hanging breasts, I could see there was a lot of room between those thighs, inviting room.
‘Show me ‘ she said looking up at me with her large brown eyes.
It was my duty as a teacher to give her all the information which would prevent her from getting hurt. I was satisfied with my justification. Besides she had come to me. If she got mauled by Maria, she would always hold it against me. I complied.
I took off my shoes and got on my hands and knees in front of her.
‘You said naked, didn’t you ?’ she whispered with a look that had me melting.
I got up. I took off my blouse and unhooked my bra, aware that my breasts would not impress her. It was only then that I suddenly felt very embarrassed. It had been a hot September day and I wanted to feel the fresh air and , yes, I had omitted to put on panties. I had never thought I would encounter a situation where I had to undress in front of a stranger. I unzipped my skirt as nonchalantly as I could, avoiding eye contact with Mila. I joined her on the floor. She didn’t comment on the panties incident.
‘When you meet another girl on the floor, you don’t go right up to her face’ I began using as academic a tone as I could manage.
’Instead, you slide by each other to reach each other’s rear. The purpose is to sniff each other out, like two dogs in heat.’ I said as I proceded to do just that.
Our bodies were touching as our head reached the other’s ass. I gave her asscheek a quick lick and , from the side, put my nose between her thighs. I encountered the familiar and exciting odour of woman juices, more the result of Maria’s finger than my own sexual appeal, I thought. I moved around to face her again. It was a more comfortable teaching position, , albeit less sexy,
‘If one of the girls is not interested, she walks away or ignores the encounter. If the other girl persists in her attention towards you, if she tries to stick her tongue between your asscheeks or your thighs, and you want her to go away, I would tell you to pivot around and snarl at her. You may end up in a bit of a scrap but that is the price you pay for looking for sex. Do you follow me up to now ?’ I asked .
‘Yes I do. What happens if you want to fight ?’ she persisted.
‘ If a fight has been prearranged, like yours with Maria, you do the same thing. You have to approach each other the same way. Then it’s up to you. You can fight facing each other or head to toe but you must remain on the floor, although not necessarily on all fours. You will usually end up rolling around on the floor‘ I explained as best I could.
‘Mila, you must remember that Maria is an experienced fighter. She is very strong, has large breasts, and ,above all, has a large clit. One thing, don’t let her force you into a 69. She has a mouth like a vacuum-cleaner. ‘ I surprised myself saying.
‘ I suck well also’ replied Mila, pouting, obviously jealous of my admiration for Maria’s talents.
‘I have no doubt’ I said , as I sooftly kissed her on the mouth. She didn’t return my kiss.
‘What’s the matter’ I asked, frustrated.
‘I want to know how to fight Maria’ she said impatiently, her eyes flashing.
‘One thing I know is that she has a, how should I say, sensitive ass’, I said , trying to find a way back into her good graces.
‘ When Vanessa wants to please her, for her birthday for instance, she takes a dildo and…’ my voice trailed off. ‘ She fucks her in the ass ?’ continued Mila.
‘Yes’ I replied, feeling another surge of sexual desire for the naked girl in front of me.
In a flash, Mila scurried around me and put her finger right up my ass. ‘Like this ?’ she yelled.
‘Aaaaahhhhhhh, you little bitch’ I cried as I in turn moved around her and stuck my own finger in her asshole. ‘ Ooooohhhhhh, yes’ she cried triumphantly
Remaining on our knees, we faced each other snarling, a finger still embedded in each other’s asshole.
‘I see what you want to do, you little cunt, you want to challenge me, don’t you ?’ I hissed.
Her eyes were slits now and her lips curled in a sneer as we faced each other on our knees. ‘My tits are as big as yours, and my ass just as strong, and I am not afraid of your clit. You think I’m just an innocent little girl, don’t you’ she cried with tears of anger in her eyes, and bumping her tits into mine.
‘This was all a ploy, this learning shit, wasn’t it ? You wanted to get right to the top, didn’t you, you arrogant little cunt-sucker ? You think you can outfuck me, don’t you ? Well I’ll show you who’s top cunt around here’ I screamed as I grabbed her hair with my free hand.
I pushed her backwards onto the carpet . She let out a yelp as she fell on her ass, my finger digging deeper into her. Before she could recover, I mounted letting go of her hair to have a finger free to join the other in her ass. I ground my pussy lips against hers for a little while without any reaction on her part.
‘I’m going to rip your little ass apart’ I cried in her face as my two fingers pumped her asshole.
‘I’ll fight you , you old cow’, she cried as she suddenly she came to life .
Letting go of my ass, she grabbed my hair with both hands and started pulling. It hurt like hell. The fight was on, a bitch fight, a cunt fight between two angry lesbians. Since I am a little taller than she is, my tits were dangerously close to her mouth, to suck or worse, to bite. I made sure I moved up and down her body to keep my tits from being an easy prey for her teeth.
I was tempted to rip her hair off as she was doing to mine but I didn’t want to let go of her ass since it brought her clit out and made it an easy target. For a second, I realized I was in a sexfight with a student, a newcomer at that, and that I had to win it and fast.
Mila was strong and her hands were creating havoc in my hair (would it show ?) although I was getting used to the pain. She was trying to throw me off but my hands on her ass made it difficult to get any leaverage. I decided to finish her off before it got ugly,
As she opened her mouth in an effort to push me off, I clamped my mouth on hers and stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth. She gagged at first but quickly fought back with her own tongue. As our tongues fought, I took advantage of the diversion to use my best weapon. Up until now, I had purposely rubbed my cuntlips on hers but only in a way that one lip would slide up and down her crack hoping to catch her small clit. Now was the time to fuck her. I moved my cunt slowly to one side and made full contact with her cuntlips. Cunt lips against cunt lips, cunt hole over cunt hole. I have a big clit, one of the longest I have seen (or sucked) and I simply used it to smother her little clit which I couldn’t even feel.
If someone had walked in, they would have seen two naked women engaged in vicious sexfighting. Although French-kissing each other with passion, they would also have appeared to want to hurt each other, ripping asscheeks apart and pulling hair. That person would have witnessed the end of a major cuntfuck as I rubbed my large knob on Mila’s small clit, causing electric shock waves to rack her body as she climaxed over and over again, her cunthole oozing juices into mine, her mouth letting out groans muffled by my own mouth over hers.
When her spasms had finally stopped, I took my fingers out of her ass and rolled off her. We were both breathing heavily. I had not been close to coming since she had not bitten my tits (don’t tell anyone) but now that I relaxed I felt the urge for a much needed release. As I straddled Mila, I could see the fear in her eyes.
‘No, don’t . Please. Don’t fuck me anymore’ she pleaded.
‘I won’t ,’ I said as I breathed out. ‘ but you are going to suck me off’
I moved my cunt over her mouth. While catching her breath, she began to lick me, first putting her tongue in my hole and then moving up to my clit which she began to stroke with short flickering movements of her tongue. I was tempted to pivot and give her the same treatment but she didn’t deserve it, I thought. I had the whole term to suck her inviting pussy. She had challenged me and she had lost so she had to suck me. When I come hard, the release of pent-up sexual restraint, I spurt like a man, like a fountain. I ejaculated in her mouth.
As I lay on the carpet next to her, I felt Mila’s head on my tummy and her arm around my waist.
‘Are you still mad at me ?’ she asked, with the voice of a little girl who had broken as expensive vase.
‘A little’ I managed to reply.
After that rather exhausting but sexually exciting afternoon, I felt ready to face, or rather I should say enjoy, this first evening of the term . Following Mila’s visit, I had tidied up my room, and taken a long warm bath. It would be a first night, a baptism of fire for the new students. Of course, the talk in the showers, the washrooms, and around the beds, especially amongst the new girls, was the expected fight between Mila and Maria. I don’t remember a term which didn’t start with a fight or two of some sort due either to grudges carried from previous terms or simply to new blood upsetting the existing structure. There was excitement rather than tension in the air. Girls congregated in small groups, whispering to each other and giggling, teasing, hugging and generally horsing around.
Oh yes, I received a new addition to my sexual equipment. It was waiting for me on my doorstep, fortunately well-wrapped and from an anonymous sender. It had to be from someone in the school since it hadn’t gone through the mail. As I opened the package, I was quite surprised to find a strap-on dildo. I already had one but quite different from this one which had a shorter, thinner shaft.
‘This is a special one obviously designed for fucking young ladies in the ass’ I concluded.
I quickly put it in my desk drawer when I heard a knock at the door.
‘How are you, Ms Carol’, said Margaret, as she stuck her head through the door opening.
‘I’m fine, Margaret’, I answered.
‘I only wanted to say hello and wish you well for the term’, she said joyfully.
‘Thank you Margaret’ , I said stammered.
‘Are you anticipating a fight tonight ?’ she asked innocently.
‘Yes Margaret. I think Mila and Maria have every intention of destroying each other’, I said with a smile.
‘Will they wear dildos ?’, asked Margaret.
‘I don’t think so’, I said feeling myself blushing.
‘Well I hope we all enjoy it anyway. Good night’, she said as her head disappeared.
‘Well that didn’t take long’ I said to myself. Actually Margaret was near the top of my list of suspects of dildo-providers. She had brought some in from Germany last year and they were a great success. These were kids and they followed trends. Strap-on dildos were in, so to speak. Margaret was an attractive 16-year-old petite blonde who had a small following especially among the younger girls. She was attractive but not particularly beautiful as some of the others were, but she was probably be the type who would grow up to be beautiful, though. I guess you could also say she was more a lover than a fighter. Only once did I see her challenge a girl – I don’t remember whom – who had made a pass at one of her young lovers. They had tangled in the showers and I had broken it up before it got any further. Their hair was a mess and they sported small welts on their tits. Although she wasn’t a fighter, Margaret loved to watch sexfights between the other girls and was always in the first row encouraging the combatants. It turned her on tremendously and as soon as the fight was over, she would mount the lover who happened to be closest to her. I had never been intimate with her. The timing didn’t seem right. I couldn’t therefore find a reasonable explanation for the gift. Then again maybe it wasn’t from her.
I usually walked around the floor of the dorm before going up onto my catwalk which overlooked it. Above the usual buzz, I heard screams from the other dorm. I walked to the ‘border’ door to see what the commotion was about, making my way through a small crowd which had already congregated there,. A small group of girls was surrounding two of the youngest girls I had seen in the school. They were facing each other, fists raised, and I saw that one of them had a nosebleed. I sent my girls back to their beds when I heard Véronique in her high-heel shoes noisily making her way to the scene. She scolded the two little girls and sent the bleeding one – it didn’t seem serious – to the washroom. She came towards me.
‘What are you staring at ?’, she blurted.
‘I am looking at a supervisor who can’t control her girls’, I answered softly.
‘ At least, I don’t fuck MY girls’, she said, as she got closer to me, hands on her hips.
‘Don’t you ? Then you should learn to button up your blouse properly’, I said triumphantly, as I turned around and walked away. She mumbled something I couldn’t hear.
I had noticed that the buttons had not been put in the appropriate buttonholes, leaving one sitting alone at the top of her blouse like an orphan. Furthermore Lori was nowhere to be seen which was odd as she had the job of controlling the young fighting chicks. I guess Véronique had Lori occupied somewhere else when the little-girl fight troubled their fun. Her remark as well as Margaret’s visit did suggest that my afternoon encounter with Mila was already public knowledge. Had Mila talked ?
I went directly to my catwalk and decided to concentrate on tonight’s activities. The narrow catwalk, which crossed the whole dorm, and was accessible only by a staircase in my room, had a wooden floor and a railing on both sides like a balcony. To allow the supervisor to see under the catwalk, small plexiglass windows had been installed at regular intervals in the floor. Anyone underneath the catwalk looking up at a woman with a skirt standing over one of the windows would certainly have a very interesting view of the lady’s undergarments. Depending on how horny I was, I sometimes made a point of standing pantyless on the right spot, sending a sexual invitation to one of my regulars or anyone else for that matter who happened to look up. The architects certainly didn’t have me in mind when they designed this structure. Or maybe they had.
I sat in my usual chair and watched what should have been preparations for bed. I knew better than to establish curfew when a fight was scheduled. I made sure I spotted the two rivals. They were quite far away from each other and Mila, since she was the challenger, would have to crawl through most of the dorm to reach Maria. The two girls were surrounded by a few of their supporters, and I was surprised to see that Mila had gathered so many in such a short period of time. As she made her way to her bed from the showers and put on her nightgown – which she would have to shed again soon – I observed younger girls and a few older ones (Maria’s ennemies) accompany her , squeezing her harm, putting their arms around her waist, and even kissing her on the cheek. As she reached her bed and sat on it cross-legged, flashing her pussy briefly for everyone to see, one girl climbed next to her on the bed and tried to engage with her in some kissing and hugging. Mila gently pushed the girl’s hand away from her breast and whispered something to her ear. The girl nodded and sat a little further away.
Sexfighters were of two types as far as preparation goes. Since the first one to have an orgasm was the loser, some argued that if you had sex just before the fight, you were less likely to come quickly a second time. This applied to the highly-sexed girls. Also, they said, the odour of sex greeting your rival when she sniffed you would arouse her lust causing her to make mistakes. Others maintained that once you had reached that peak, it was only natural to reach it again quickly. They chose to abstain, preferring to be aroused enough to cause their breasts, pussy-lips and clit to swell and harden but not aroused enough to be on the verge of a climax. Mila was following the second option. I must say that after this afternoon, she must not have had much left to wet that cunt of hers ! As I had observed many times, Maria, on the other hand, fancied the first option. She was being courted intensily by her minions. She was kissed repeatedly and hands were at her breasts and pussy. She even stood on her knees to have her ass stroked. After this little exercise, she looked around at her court and chose one girl by putting her hand behind her head and drawing her close for a kiss. She then lay on her back on the bed, lifted her nightgown above her waist, raised her knees and spread her legs wide open. The chosen one put her head between Maria’s thighs and started licking her with fervor. After a few minutes of this, Maria gently pushed her away, got off the bed, stood facing the wall, knees slightly bent, and proceeded to rub her clit with her fingers until we watched her pelvis buck a few times and her head move up and down. She turned around, dropped the hem of her gown and came back to her bed.
Although the main attraction was the Mila-Maria confrontation, I was expecting other action also as any girl was allowed to take off her nightgown and roam around the floor engaging in whatever battle she wanted or , as often happened , creating obstruction for one or the other fighter by trying to engage them first. Two girls who were always crawling around on all fours during those evenings were Madeleine and Gerda, two local girls from wealthy Swiss farmers. They were not attractive. Overweight, plain looking and coarse in their manner, they were not popular. Their origins were also looked down upon by the daughters of wealthy sophisticated families. Luckily in a way, Madeleine and Gerda had each other. They loved each other one minute, and were fighting to kill each other the next. They were both highly-sexed and would have multiple orgasms in minutes. Madeleine was usually on top but Gerda would sometimes win matches. They fought only with each other knowing they didn’t stand a chance against anyone else. They roamed the floor in seach of sex and competed with each other constantly for the lick of an asscheek, a whiff of a pussy.
I dimmed the lights a bit to signal that the rivals, or anyone else who wanted to, should now begin to engage in combat. Mila took off her nightgown, got on her hands and knees on the floor, and made her way in the general direction of Maria’s bed. As predicted, and to the amusement of the girls sitting on their beds, Madeleine and Gerda headed for the floor, their large tits and jiggling white ass making quite a contrast with Mila’s perfect body. Mila saw them ahead of her and headed straight for them. Madeleine swerved to let her crawl by , hoping for a shot at Mila’s backside. Gerda approached her head-on and ,opening her mouth , stuck her tongue out in what she thought was a lascivious gesture. Mila hissed at her and lunged forward all teeth showing. Gerda retreated. Since Mila had slowed down, Madeleine had time to approach her from behind and , her tongue sticking out, make contact with Mila’s ass. Mila pivoted quickly and pinched Madeleine’s large nipples with both hands. Madeleine yelped and retreated also. Mila continued on her way. Madeleine and Gerda were now side by side like two cows watching Mila’s luscious ass escape them. My cunt began to get wet as I sensed the first fight was just about to happen. Even though they weren’t beautiful, I always got excited by watching these two farm girls have a go at each other. It happened in a flash. It was like listening to two cats fight in the night. You heard hissing, screaming, and the ‘thump’ ‘thump’ of bodies hitting the ground. They rolled around in a ball of white flesh and hair. Ending up head to toe, they repeatedly bit each other hard on the ass. Neither would let go as they grabbed each other by the waist and continued to roll around, sinking their teeth into each other’s asscheeks. This violent catfight soon transformed itself into something else. Still busy cheewing on each other’s ass, both girls put their fingers to work on the other’s body, by now a familiar terrain. Gerda had started it by grabbing a handful of her rival’s pussy hair to which Madeleine had responded by driving a finger up Gerda’s asshole. With her free hand, Gerda gave Madeleine the same medicine while pulling even harder on her pussy hair. Madeleine decided , if she wanted to continue her domination, to seriously work on Gerda’s cunt. After a few good yanks on her pussy hair, she buried two fingers in her cunt hole bringing them together over Gerdaa’s clit and rubbing furiously from side to side while she was getting a similar treatment from Gerda. The girls on the nearby beds were getting a first-row view of the two big farm girls finger-fucking each other’s ass and cunt. As Mila was continuing to crawl towards her rival, one could hear the muffled cries of the fighting girls as they spewed their juices onto each other’s hand . It seemed like a draw from where I sat. Mila didn’t even turn around to watch them finish.
At Maria’s end of the dorm, trench warfare had also erupted. Busy watching the battle of Switzerland, I had missed the beginning of another conflict, this one involving two new girls who were still unknown to me. I recognized one as Maria’s ‘chosen one’, a petite blonde, probably French, with very small breasts and short curly hair. Her face was very fine and her ass, which I now had a good view of, absolutely perfect. Since Maria had moments ago been forced to take care of her own release, the young girl who had originally attempted to service her, had probably been the object of jeering by the other dolls , their accusations of failure fuelled by their obvious jealousy. A confrontation was inevitable and - I wouldn’t put it past her – probably orchestrated by Maria. Just off her bed and heading towards Mila, a naked Maria was only a few feet away from the bickering dolls who were hampering her progress. The one who had come forward to put the little blonde in her place looked very much like a miniature Maria, with olive-skin and long black hair . I could catch a glimpse of her small patch of dark pubic hair. Facing each other on their knees, the two little girls – they would have been about 14 – didn’t seem to know what to do except insult each other, their faces inches apart and their little tits barely touching. Given the previous action, the argument would have been about who was best at sucking pussy. By the time Maria reached them, they had at least grabbed each other’s hair - the dark-haired girl being at a disadvantage with her long locks- and seemed to have come to a stalemate. Maria then spoke to them which made them let go of each other and chose another method to settle their differences. The dark one then lay on the floor , legs wide open, and challenged the blonde to join her. I was beginning to understand Maria’s intervention.
‘You want to settle who sucks best ? Well suck each other and the first one to come loses’, she probably said.
The suck-fight broke out immediately after the challenge with the blonde meeting her rival mouth-to-pussy in what the spectators hoped would be a lively 69. Maria waited a few seconds to enjoy the sight of the two pretty little cunt-lickers fighting over her then scrurried by them to meet her own challenge.
Mila and Maria were now in sight of each other and the excitement reached a peak as the other girls bounced up and down on their beds in anticipation of the clash. Aroused by the preliminary bouts – I was especially turned on by the little French girl. Hummm, that ass-dildo could be put to good use – my cunt was getting wet as two girls I had been intimate with were going to do battle. The two beauties approached each other slowly , slid by the other’s body rubbing lightly against it, their head reaching the other’s rear as they began to gently sniff each other. Maria was first to make contact. She moved behind Mila and applied little love bites and kisses to her asscheeks. To my surprise, Mila, who was standing as still as a statue, opened her legs wider giving Maria a good view of her hairy snatch and , by this time, wet pussy-lips. Getting bolder Maria stuck out her tongue and moved it up and down the crack of Mila’s ass a few times, stopping to give her asshole a few extra licks. Then, lowering her head ,she slowly started to lick Mila’s cuntlips. I could see by Mila’s face that she was enjoying this very much as I remembered that she had not come since her encounter with me that afternoon. I had warned her about being drawed into a 69 by Maria but she seemed to be falling into her rival’s trap. There was a hush over the gallery – who had probably predicted a violent clash – as Mila slowly walked away from Maria , and circled her in an attempt to switch positions. Maria stood still as Mila’s head approached her ass. Sticking her tongue out and stiffening it, Mila began to tongue-fuck her rival’s asshole a few times and then to do the same to her pussy hole . It was becoming obvious to me that the two horny girls had secretly decided on a cunt-sucking brawl which would break out at any moment. I was wrong. Just as Maria relaxed and spread her legs wider, Mila , in a move which brought back erotic memories, raised herself on her knees, wrapped one arm around Maria’s waist, and drove her finger right up her ass as far as it could go. This brought a cheer amongst the crowd as the students in their sexual excitement began to glue together in small groups, hugging, grabbing, kissing, groping. My hand went under my skirt, into my panties, where I found a wet pussy and began to slowly massage my clit. We were going to have a fight after all. Even the lustful cries of the two young beauties Maria had left behind, bouncing around and coming into each other’s mouth, could not divert the dorm’s attention away from the bitch-fight in progress.
The two fighters were struggling, Mila to keep Maria under her, and Maria to shake her off in order to retaliate. Mila’s finger kept pumping in and out of her opponent’s asshole. Judging from her rolling eyes, it was the best ass-fucking Maria had experienced in a long time. She was using half her energy to topple Mila and the other half to keep her cunt from exploding. In a desperate move, she swung her arm around and grabbed Mila’s long hair. She turned around slightly so that she could use both hands to tug at the Mila’s head. Mila let out a painful yell and had to release her opponent to pull those hands out of her hair. The two fighting female cats were now facing each other on their hands and knees, trying to catch their breath. Not a word was exchanged as they stared at each other. Ladies, we now had ourselves a fight. Like two horsemen, they charged each other using their hands and teeth as weapons. Hands in each other’s hair, they shook each other like appletrees each trying to bite the other’s breasts while keeping her opponent from reaching the same goal. Being slightly stronger, Mila had the upper hand in the struggle and pushed Maria off balance to the floor. No doubt remembering my instructions – as she did using the attack on her ass – Mila lost no time in mounting Maria. Driving her knee between her legs, she spread them enough to crawl between them, giving Maria’s cunt a great bump with her own. Still pulling on each other’s hair – Maria had just lost a small clump – the two beautiful young girls were now going at it tit to tit, cunt-to-cunt, concentrating their struggle in trying to outfuck the other. It looked like a rape scene. Mila was in charge, pistonning Maria’s cunt with hers, and now clamping her mouth on her rival’s, driving her tongue deeply inside her mouth. Maria was being fucked by a clit, albeit a smaller clit, and couldn’t breathe. For a moment she struggled desperately trying to shed the wild woman on top of her, but Mila resisted, and drove her clit and tongue even deeper into her prey. Suddenly Maria’s hips started bucking in a rythmic fashion. She wasn’t resisting, she wasn’t fighting anymore, she was coming, and coming repeatedly. Mila didn’t let up for a moment continuing to drive her pussy into the girl beneath her. Finally, and after Maria had spent herself many times, did Mila slow down her movements and come to a final hump. I think I must have climaxed at the same time as Maria and my panties were soaked.
Mila stood up slowly, and, showing compassion for her opponent, bent over, took Maria’s hand and helped her up. Maria’s legs were wabbly as she made her way back to her bed, after Mila had given her a soft kiss on the lips.
I had to turn off the lights before the other dorm reported us. I also had to turn off the light to give these young females, excited by the short but exciting fight they had witnessed, the opportunity to cuddle into each other’s arms – and legs – and enjoy some lovemaking. Next to Maria’s bed, Vanessa, the otherwise invisible Vanessa, was removing her nightgown. She was either preparing to console her defeated lieutenant or else she was getting ready to welcome a new lover in style.
THE DORM - Conclusion
The Main Characters
CAROL – Teacher and supervisor of a dorm. The narrator.
VERONIQUE – Teacher and supervisor of the rival dorm
VANESSA – leader of Carol’s dorm
LORI – leader of Veronique’s dorm
MARIA – Originally Vanessa’s lover. Fought Mila over Vanessa and lost.
MILA – New student. Fought Maria to become Vanessa’s lover then betrayed her dorm to become Lori’s lover
MARGARET – German girl member of Carol’s dorm. Into dildos
MADELEINE and GERDA – two Swiss girls. Unattractive aggressive lesbians often fighting with each other.
SHEILA – school nurse. Steals Carol’s lover in town.
RUTH – Owner of Hotel de la Gare where Carol frequents and uses as love pad. Has a crush on Carol.
After the events at the Hotel de la Gare, it was my duty to inform the girls in my dorm of Mila’s treason. I first told Vanessa who was more angry than heartbroken. She had suspected Mila was seeing someone else since her sexual appetite had decreased tremendously in the past weeks. Furthermore Mila had been rather nasty in their few lovemaking sessions often pulling Vanessa’s hair or biting her nipples. They even came to blows in the shower. The other girls had dismissed it as a lovers’ quarrel. Of course, we discussed the inevitable challenge, the dorm vs dorm donnybrook which would help settle the score. Vanessa was very excited about the idea and promised me all the girls would participate. Although she wanted to fight Mila, I convinced her to challenge Lori and let Maria get her revenge on Mila.
The word spread like wildfire through both dorms. Sheila, the school nurse, had sided with Veronique and still fantasized about getting into Lori’s panties. Since she wasn’t part of the dorms, Sheila had no one to fight, unless I took her on or brought someone from the outside. The news of the upcoming battle had everyone very excited. The girls began to exercise and this soon led to a great increase in sexual activity or more precisely sexfighting activity. Even within my dorm, girls were challenging each other, knowing that practice makes perfect. Every girl walked around spoiling for a fight. Anything would get them going, an accidental brush, a word or even a look. In the evening, after the session in the shower and before bed, it became common to see two girls walk by each other, stop, turn around, stare for a second, then lift their nighties above their waist in challenge. If the challenge was accepted, they would remove their nighties and go at it stark naked. A few weeks ago any fight would have attracted a small crowd but that week it was not uncommon to see half a dozen couples engaging in violent cunt fights or rolling about in 69 while other girls would side step then going about their usual business.
It was up to each student to find a rival in the other dorm. Some were obvious : Mila and Maria, Vanessa and Lori, and, of course, Veronique and your humble servant. Of course all this had to be kept secret from the school authorities and challenges tended to be sealed away from public scrutiny or by word of mouth through other girls. Since each classroom contained students from both dorms, messages were passed around during lectures but only when Veronique or I were teaching. A note intercepted by another teacher would have alerted everyone. It was difficult to concentrate on my lessons while watching these folded notes being passed from desk to desk. Once the note had reached its destination, the recipient would turn to the sender who would lick her lips in an exaggerated fashion. If the recipient did the same, the challenge was accepted; if the paper was crumpled , it was turned down. Girls who already had a partner for the fight wore their belt. The beltless students were available.
Needless to say, the sexual tension had reached its peak by the middle of the week and it became more and more difficult to keep the two groups from settling their score in the classroom. It would soon come to a head.
Once a week, Veronique took over the class from me. She would usually knock and walk in, leaving the door open. I would pick up my notes and exit without as much as looking at her. That morning was different. I had noticed that numerous challenges had been accepted and most girls were wearing their belt. The troops were ready. I was also very excited as I imagined these proper looking young ladies, squirming on their chair, pussies wet, ready to mount a rival often sitting only a few feet away. My throat was dry as the lesson came to a close. My heart jumped as I heard the knock. Veronique entered wearing her usual loose skirt and tight blouse. Contrary to previous weeks, she closed the door and stood by the front row. I picked up my books and, instead of going around her to exit, marched down the steps from the teacher’s desk to the front of the class and faced her. We were both carrying books as we stood inches apart straring into each other’s eyes.
‘Are you ready for Friday night ? ‘ she whispered.
‘We’re ready, don’t worry’ I answered
I felt all eyes on us as we stared each other down. I could hear chairs moving back as 40 girls made eye contact with their rival and were ready to engage in battle.
‘You can still back out you know ‘ she said loudly enough so that at least the first few rows would hear.
‘What’s the matter ? Getting scared ?’ I shot back as I put my books down on the nearest desk.
Veronique put her books on another desk and, turning to the students, said in a very authoritative voice :
‘Don’t move unless I say so’.
For once we agreed. ‘Do not leave your desk. Let me handle this’ I said to them.
A deep collective resentful groan was heard from the class followed by a muffled shriek as Veronique and I locked lips. We began tonguing each other’s mouth, lips and face with fury as our hands, which would have otherwise instinctly gone to each other’s coiffured head, were busy lifting each other’s skirt. With our loose skirts bunched up around our waist, our hands went inside the other’s white panties, one in front and the other in the rear, stretching them to the limit. Without breaking our kiss, I drove the index finger of one hand inside Veronique’s wet cunt, as Veronique managed to insert a few fingers in my asshole. I reached for her butthole as she fucked me with her free hand. We danced around the front of the class this way for a few minutes as wide-eyed students watched their teachers kissing and finger-fucking each other with passion. We were both drooling over each other’s face as our tongues continued to swordfight. I could feel my cunt juices trickling down my legs as Veronique’s fingers rubbed my clit vigorously while her other fingers were busy pumping in and out of my asshole. I was not idle either. I slid my finger out of her dripping cunthole, searched out her hard clit with my hand and started to move my joined fingers across it in a side to side motion. A few seconds were enough for us to start gushing and bucking against each other’s fingers. I don’t remember how many times I came but Veronique’s cunt exploded in rythm with mine. As the orgasms subsided, we broke our kiss and stood there panting, trying to catch our breath. We stared at each other with a mixture of hatred and lust. We slid our fingers out of each other’s holes, and rearranged our panties and skirt as best we could. Veronique spit in my face. I spit back. Nothing was won or lost. I felt the urge to tear her eyes out and I am sure she felt the same towards me. Suddenly remembering we had an audience, we both turned to the class. All was quiet and my worst fears subsided. Everyone had stayed put but on the edge of their seat ready for the signal to do battle. Everyone that is except for Mila and Maria. I couldn’t see them. Where were they ? Veronique and I rushed to the middle of the classroom looking for the missing girls. We found them in a heap underneath Mila’s desk locked in painful combat. Their blouses ripped and their hands clutching each other’s hair, Mila and Maria had reached a stalemate in what had most certainly been a brutal but short catfight. After a brief breast-biting bout, each had tried to pull the panties off the other while pulling on the other’s hair. Veronique and I tried to separate them but neither girl wanted to let go of the other’s hair threatening to rip it out by the roots. There was only one way to break up the fight. Veronique and I looked at each other and went to work. Mila was on her back while Maria was crouched over her. Veronique slid off Mila’s panties while I slipped my hand inside Maria’s panties from the rear. My fingers followed the crack of her ass down to her cunt and began to rub her swollen pussy lips. Veronique had quickly put a finger inside Mila’s cunt and was rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand. The students had left their desks now and gathered around to watch this unorthodox way to end a fight. Only a few minutes were necessary for us, two experienced lesbians, to masturbate both girls to orgasm. As soon as they started to spend, they released their grip on each other’s hair and we managed to separate them. I took Maria in my arms and accompanied her back to her desk. My hands were covered in cunt juice, Veronique’s and Maria’s. After dressing her, Veronique left the classroom with Mila.
‘Class dismissed’ I announced and the students left quietly.
When the coast was clear, I accompanied a whimpering Maria back to the dorm. Once in my office, we undressed without exchanging a word and I took her. I mounted her face to face, tits to tits, hard clit rubbing against hard clit. Our animal grunts must have been hear all over the school as we mated.
The long-awaited evening finally arrived and none too soon as far as I was concerned. Following my classroom finger-fucking fight with Veronique and the Mila-Maria brawl, the sexual excitement had reached a peak and the day was punctuated with numerous skirmishes not only between individual girls but whole groups. I nearly lost control of a battle between girls from the two dorms in the school washroom. By the time, I broke it up some girls had even pissed on each other.
The fight was scheduled for 8PM. The girls were surprisingly calm as they showered. There was a lot of solidarity as the students walked around in the nude – I had given permission – and kissed each other good luck.Vanessa and Maria were surrounded by well-wishers, kissing and squeezing ass and tits. A few minutes before the scheduled time, I came out of my office topless and wearing only pantyhose and high-heels . One had to keep some decorum. I had sent Veronique a message about our attire and we settled on this one including the fact that neither of us would wear panties. To prevent it from degenerating into an all-out catfight, we had agreed on a scenario copied on that used in the old wars. The two armies would face each other and successive waves of girls would clash one after the other. Many of my students surrounded me as I emerged from my office. I felt warm hands on my nylon-covered asscheeks and hot mouths taking turns sucking on my already erect nipples. I suspected some girls of taking advantage of the situation to stroke me sexually as they would not have otherwise. I passed Maria and Vanessa and used the opportunity to wish them luck as our fingers gently stroked each other’s cunt. It was at that time that we saw our rivals enter our dorm in single-file and organize themselves in rows in front of us. Veronique, dressed identically to me, marched in last with Lori. Our front rows – the ones clashing first – were made up of the younger girls. Although their clits were smaller, having less experience in clit-to-clit combat, they were quick, horny and had efficient tongues. Veronique and I had decided to let them fight in 69. On their hands and knees, each girl approached her rival and stopped when they were side by side, facing in opposite direction and their bodies touching. We had 30 couples, 60 girls in heat and trembling with excitement. They sniffed each other in preparation for the attack. They were allowed to give each other small licks on the asscheeks trying to excite the other as much as possible. Veronique and I nodded and she gave the signal. The young girls immediately grabbed each other by the waist and tried to topple the other. Thirty couples rolled about on the floor, tongues hungrily lapping at each other’s cunt, hands reaching for asscheeks and fingers for assholes. The first girl to reach an orgasm would lose the fight ,move away from the action, and sit on the floor. The winners would move to the wall of their respective dorm and stand. This would allow us later to tally the winners and declare an overall victor. Young girls have quick ‘releases’ and it didn’t take long for half the fighters to reach orgasm. Other couples I swear we couldn’t have separated with a crowbar as they rolled and rolled mouth to cunt, fingers pumping in and out of assholes, little bundles of young sucking lesbians. We were ready for the next wave. Inspired by my German friend Margaret, I convinced Veronique we should both have a ‘cavalry’ which would be our dildo girls. Wearing a strap-on dildo, they would clash with their rival , each trying to penetrate the other. The cavalry girls were the tough, short-hair dykes, and their fight was the most brutal. As the second command was heard, the combatants ran towards each other, dildos hanging between their legs and claws out. Since you were disqualified for ripping the dildo off your opponent, and since the strap-on covered your cunt, the only way to win was to wrestle your opponent to the floor, turn her over on her stomach and fuck her in the ass. Only 10 couples were involved in this action with all ages represented. Weeks, months of frustration came out as the the butch girls punched, kicked and bit each other, their hair too short to allow serious hair-pulling. I watched Margaret get her opponent in a full-nelson as she forced her to bend forward. Her pelvis was undulating as she tried to lower the tip of her dildo down the crack of the girl’s ass. I cheered her on as she finally reached her target and with a quick thrust rammed the fake cock into the girl’s asshole. The girl screamed in pain as Margaret brought her to her knees. She kept pumping her dildo in and out of her her until a spray of girl cum shot out of her cunt hole. This girl had lost.
Except for some couples engaging in particularly close fights, the battlefield was quite clear. Veronique and I were thinking of sending in our big guns. My two Swiss fighters, Madeleine and Gerda, crawled over toward the enemy lines on their hands and knees, taunting, until two equally large girls set out to meet them. The couples met face to face and side by side as they fought kneeling in front of each other in a four-way battle. Big tits banging against big tits, heads bobbing as clumps of hair were being yanked by all parties. They eventually all crumbled to the floor in a large pile of cunt to cunt sexfighting frenzy. It even seemed that Madeleine and Gerda had lost their bearings and were at times fucking each other. This would be a long battle and even though they were all covered with cum juices no one had yet come close to an orgasm. Before I knew what was happening, Maria and Mila met in No Man’s Land, sweating and breathing heavily, each spreading their cunt lips and, in defiance, uncovering their hard clit for the other to see. Not a word was exchanged as they moved towards each other and , still standing, calmly fitted their dripping cunts together. Keeping their balance by spreading their legs, they locked cunts, smashed their tits together, took a firm grip of each other’s asscheeks and began a tongue duel. The sight of these two beautiful dark-haired vixens cunt-fucking standing up really turned me on. I was so busy watching the Mila-Maria fuck that I hadn’t noticed that Vanessa and Lori were about to go at it. These two tough girls had been Mila’s lovers and had as much a score to settle as Mila and Maria. They never had a chance to fight it out, to show the other who was the best cunt-fucker. Vanessa had taken the lead by walking into the middle of the area, sitting down and spreading her legs wide open while raising her knees. She started making humping motions with her pelvis as she stared directly at Lori. Lori met the challenge and sat in front of Vanessa in the same position. Supporting their weight with their hands, the two girls slowly slid on their ass towards each other. They were planning to fuck in the scissor position, each girl sliding her cunt toward the other as their spread legs found themselves on either side of their opponent. They immediately started grinding their cunts pushing their body towards the other girl , with their hands taking the full weight. One could see from the expression on their face that not only their wet cunts had found each other but that their clits were duelling. While these two were grinding sitting down, Mila and Maria were still bumping cunts standing up. Dancing around and probably feeling dizzy , the two long-time ennemies were sweating heavily as each tried to stab the other’s clit with their own. Their hands were very busy with their asscheeks, scratching and probing each other’s asshole. Mouths were connecting at intervals of high passion, kissing and biting lips and tongue. A trickle of blood was coming down Mila’s lip after Maria’s teeth had made contact. Maria tried to avoid being bitten by forcing her chin on Mila’s shoulder but Mila bit her ear instead. I had made love to Maria often enough that I could see she was close to orgasm. Maria liked the rough stuff . The sight of Mila’s blood and the pain she felt from her earlobe was enough to trigger her. Seeing her opponent weaken, Mila drove her thigh between Maria’s legs and started furiously rubbing Maria’s cunt with her leg while holding her by the hair. As if drunk Maria stopped her attack, stood there weaving back and forth, and finally came again and again, her cunt juices flowing down the inside of her thighs. Mila pushed her down on the floor and quickly positioned herself on top of her defeated opponent. She raised Maria’s legs and put them on her shoulders as she rammed her cunt against Maria’s. Mila was fucking her hard as Maria continued her orgasm. Feeling close to a climax herself, Mila scampered over Maria until her cunt was in Maria’s face. Mila rubbed her clit with her fingers with enormous speed until she spent in Maria’s face. She then wiped her wet cunt all over Maria’s face and mouth. It was a clear victory for Mila and she had enjoyed every minute of it.
Since that confrontation was over, my attention was drawn to the only couple left in the field, Vanessa and Lori. They were still scissoring, moving their hips back and forth while lying on their back. They looked like two old-time lovers but appearances were misleading as I noticed their fingers curled up like claws. I approached the couple wanting to watch the clash about to erupt. As if a silent signal had been given, the two girls raised their upper bodies, hands flying at each other’s head.A flurry of slaps and punches were exchanged as each combatant tried to crush the other by driving her cunt into the other’s. It progressed from a fist-fight to a tit-fight. Both fighters had a grip on the other’s breasts and were pinching nipples between thumb and fingers. The owl of pain was heard throughout the dorm. I was standing a few feet from the sweating fighters when Veronique kicked me with her high-heel foot. I turned around and, without exchanging a word, we went at it with all our might. We tumbled to the floor, hair-pulling and tit-scratching. I could hear the cheers from the crowd of students. The queen-bees were finally having a chance to fight it out. I ended up on top, straddling her, trying to press my cunt to hers. I lowered my head and drove my tongue inside her mouth. She pushed my head away and spit in my face. I spit in her face and she spit back. The exchange lasted a few seconds until our faces were covered with each other’s saliva.
‘I challenge you to a suck-fight’ ,she said between grit teeth.
‘A suck-fight ?’, I asked , catching my breath.
‘Yes, a suck-fight in 69. Mouth to cunt. You and me’, she added, defiant.
‘You’re on’, I said.
Although we had fingered each other’s cunt and asshole many times, we had never sucked each other. I wanted it badly. We called a temporary truce as I rotated my body so that we were head to toe, and soon, mouth to cunt. We were both wearing pantyhose. I took a mouthful of her nylon-covered pubic hair attempting to drive my tongue inside her cunt hole. Her nylon-covered crotch was soaked and probably so was mine. Although I could smell the arousing aroma of her hole and taste her juice, I wasn’t making any progress with my tongue. I grabbed the material covering her cunt and ripped it with my fingers. I could hear my own pantyhose being ripped open. Tongues dove in immediately as we tongue-fucked each other. Veronique reached for my ass with both hands. RIPP, RIPPPPP …... as fingers explored each other’s asshole. Being under me, Veronique had easier access to my ass. I felt her tongue leave my cunt and reappear on my asshole as she rubbed my clit with her fingers. Mila had to have coached her on my erogenous zones. A tonguing of my puckered asshole was a sure way of getting me off. I could feel a tremendous orgasm building up inside my cunt. We were both drowning in each other’s juices, our faces covered with a mixture of cunt-juice and saliva, but I was losing. I couldn’t feel any spasm inside Veronique’s cunt. She was in control. I had to retreat and regroup. Without warning, I rolled off her and jumped to my feet. Veronique scrambled to her feet also as we kicked off our shoes and faced each other. We must have been quite a sight to our students : tits heaving, faces glistening with woman juices, pantyhose torn and sticking to our legs and stomach. We collided again standing up. We buried our hands in each other’s hair in the classic catfight hold as we tongue-kissed and banged crotch and crotch. The material - at least what was left of it – and our wet black bushes were rubbing together making a swishing noise. Veronique tripped me and quickly covered my exposed cunt with hers. We were fucking now and I was meeting her hump for hump. Our pubic bones were colliding with tremendous force. We weren’t rubbing, we were hitting each other with our cunt and swollen clit. It was at that moment that the lights were turned on. I was dazed. Veronique was pulled off me. I saw faces staring at me. It had taken a lot of will power but I hadn’t come. Hands and arms pulled me to my feet. Veronique was surrounded by fully-clothed women.
‘ Let them finish what they started’, I heard someone say.
‘ No way, this is absolutely disgusting’, I heard a woman answer. It was the director of the school. Her voice was trembling. I suspected it was more from excitement than disgust !
They took Veronique away to the washroom away from the gaze of dozens of young girls. As my eyes got used to the light, I recognized a few of my teaching colleagues. The students had been herded into the other dorm. I was escorted to the washroom by a teacher friend. She put her arm around my waist and led me into a stall.
‘ Come on, you poor thing, I’ll let you get yourself off’, she whispered into my ear.
‘ Come on Carol, you poor thing, get yourself off’, mimicked a voice in the next stall, followed by a laugh.
‘ Rub your clit and I’ll rub mine’, she continued, ‘come on’.
I was ready to explode. With my friend watching, I reached for my clit and started rubbing it.
‘Imagine you are rubbing that big girl-prick against mine’, I heard Veronique say.
I could see her toes facing me underneath the wall separating the stalls. I faced the wall and placed my toes over hers. Veronique was inches away but on the other side of that wall as we began masturbating furiously. We were fucking through a wall. I looked at the teacher with an imploring look. I wanted to get at Veronique. She looked at me and said :
‘No way’. I turned my attention to the wall once again.
‘Yes baby, rub it for me’, I could hear her scream.
‘I am rubbing it against yours, sweetheart’, I answered.
‘Yes, Yesss, Yessssssssssss’,. We both came at the same time.’ Ahhhh, Yesssss’.
I turned around, breasts heaving and thighs covered in juices. The teacher’s face was flushed and she was breathing heavily.
‘ Do you ff.. feel better’, she stammered.
‘Yes, I do’, I answered.
I could hear a familiar noise in the next stall. Veronique was pissing.
‘ Ahhh, yess. Come on Carol, piss with me’, I heard her say.
I sat on the toilet seat and pissed.
‘Listen to me, Veronique, that’s for you’, I said.
‘Thank you, baby, I love you’
‘I love you too’.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that. I woke up the next morning in my bed in the office. I must have been led to the showers since I was smelling clean. There was a letter on my desk from the director ordering me to leave the premises in the next 24 hours and forbidding me to have any contact with the students or other members of the staff. I packed my suitcase and walked out of my office. The dorm was empty. No signs of the previous night’s orgy. There were no students. I saw no one. I planned to go into town and see Ruth at the hotel. I walked out the front door and at the end of the driveway I spotted a stretched white limo. Probably the parents of one of the rich students, I thought. As I walked by, the window on the driver’s side came down.
‘Ms Carol, could you come into the car, please ?’, I heard a woman’s voice say.
I had nothing to lose. I would probably be given a sermon. I circled the front of the car and opened the door on the passenger side. A tall blonde woman was at the wheel. She must have weighed 200 pounds but was over 6 feet. She was an amazon and her face was very pretty. She looked at me with smiling eyes and said :
‘Hello, my name is Ms Ludmilla. I heard about the unfortunate incidents which led to your dismissal and I have come to offer you a position. I run a school for girls in Russia and would like you to teach English there’.
I was flabbergasted. What that a joke ?
‘You have very good references’, she continued, ‘You see it is a special school or should I say a school for special girls. And we obviously have dorms ‘, she said with a smile.
‘I will drive you into town and you will have a chance to think about it. Leave your suitcase with me and sit in the back seat’, she said with authority.
I got out and opened the door to the back seat. It was quite dark. I could make out there were actually two seats facing each other with a small table between them. I could sense there were other people there. As my eyes got used to the darkness, I was startled by the sight of two young half-dressed women kissing and fondling each other. They were working their fingers inside each other’s panties. I recognized Lori and Vanessa. They ignored me. As they slipped their panties off, I could see they were quickly on their way to a girl-fuck. A felt a mouth over mine, a tongue slide into my mouth, and hands squeezing my breasts. I could smell French perfume.
‘We have something to finish’, the woman whispered in my ear as she nibbled on my earlobe.
‘ Yes we do. We certainly do’, I answered as I felt the limo drive off.