William Cyr - The Headmaster

With some uncertainty, Elizabeth extended her fingers and slowly, somewhat squeamishly, separated the plump, pink folds. The lovely girl flesh and the musky feminine aroma emanating from it assaulted all of her senses, and she found herself studying the lewd display with a fascination she could not really explain. Jean squirmed girlishly as feminine fingers opened up her treasure trove, and she hooked one leg gently over Elizabeth's back.

"Suck me, Liz! Please! Suck my pussy!" she begged, repeating herself over and over again. "Suck me! Suck my pussy! Suck me!"

Elizabeth hesitated for a long moment, gathering up courage to perform the act that she had so long considered so hopelessly perverted.

Finally, she extended her moist pink tongue, and slowly buried her blushing face in Jean's eagerly waiting pussy. A hot gush of feminine cream greeted her and for a moment she felt as if she had dived into a warm, wet pool.

"Oh, that's the way!" she heard Jean exclaim. "Eat me, honey! Eat it!"

Her mouth and cheeks bathed in warm girl juice, Elizabeth began exploring the moist interior of Jean's juicy, fragrant cunt with her long, twisting tongue. To her dismay, the taste was indescribably delicious, sweet and honey-like, and she found herself impulsively sucking it in with noisy, eager slurps. Jean's pelvis began jerking back and forth instinctively, and Elizabeth could hear the young girl's ecstatic gasps and moans as she submitted to the Lesbian caresses.

"Don't stop, honey!" Jean encouraged her. "It's wonderful! Oh, it feels so good! So good! So very… very…"

Tormented by her female lover's flicking and stabbing tongue, Jean writhed and twisted on the couch with sensuous, erotic movements of her entire body. Despite her inexperience, Elizabeth seemed able, perhaps instinctively, to tease and tickle the tiny, desire-swollen clitoris and the dilated vaginal orifice with little flicks that sent sparks of electricity racing through the other girl's body. Jean's soft thighs coiled tightly around her lowered head with a constrictor-like squeeze that left her imprisoned, and Elizabeth could tell that her attractive roommate was rapidly approaching the same level of savage sexual bliss she herself had enjoyed earlier.

Swimming in rivers of feminine juice, Elizabeth concentrated all of her efforts on the swollen tingling bud, tonguing and sucking simultaneously. Jean's pelvic movements rapidly accelerated, and Elizabeth could bear her ecstatic gasps as she began breathing quite heavily. Before long her pelvis was jerking uncontrollably against Elizabeth's face and a steady stream of girl honey was gushing from her gaping vaginal orifice.

"Oooooohhhhh! I'mmmm cummmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg!!!" Jean cried out rapturously, her entire body heaving with sexual lust.

"Oooooooohhhhhhh!!!"

A ball of fire seemed to explode in Jean's steaming hot pussy, and spasms of pure sexual bliss convulsed her voluptuous young body. Trapped between her shuddering partner's tightly coiled thighs, Elizabeth sucked lovingly on her female lover's delicious cum. The deliciously sweet taste filled her mouth and nostrils, and blotting out of her mind the depravity of what she was doing, she relished every drop of it.

At last, Elizabeth withdrew her face from the ravished cuntal opening, and stretched out beside her naked girlfriend on the couch. Their arms entwined, the two of them exchanged a moist, affectionate kiss and the tongues that had driven each other frantic with sexual lust met once again.

"Wasn't it beautiful?" Jean asked, her eyes smiling brightly at her female lover.

"Yes!" Elizabeth admitted, kissing her once again.

Without really thinking about what they were doing, the two of them slowly drifted into a sixty-nine position on the couch. In a few moments, their faces were plastered against each other's pussies.

Frank listened to Elizabeth's narration with absorbed interest. There was no doubt that Jean's behavior was highly reminiscent of the youthful Erica that he remembered back in England. Long before Elizabeth was finished with her story, he found himself with a powerful erection that demanded satisfaction. During the intense lovemaking that followed, Elizabeth seemed to be striving valiantly to prove that she was really a normal woman and had not become addicted to the Lesbian pleasures to which she had been introduced. Afterwards, they lay quietly in each other's arms trying to catch their breath.

When he began recovering from his post-coital stupor, Frank tried to collect his thoughts. In addition to Jean, there was only one other girl who fit Erica's description. Her name was Betty Anderson, and apart from her jet-black hair she could easily have been a double for Erica. The slight facial differences could have been caused by surgery. They had met once and Frank thought that he detected a flicker of recognition in her eyes, although he realized that he could easily be mistaken about that.

"Thinking about business?" Elizabeth asked.

"Right," Frank replied.

"Don't you think Jean's our girl?" she asked.

"Could be," he said.

"Who else?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"Betty Anderson," he told her.

The answer provoked an amused laugh from Elizabeth.

"What's so funny about that?" Frank asked curiously.

"She hardly fits your Lesbian profile," she told him. "Betty's the biggest manstealer in the whole group."

"Good," Frank replied. "Let her try to steal somebody's date, and then have the girls sentence her to a spanking for that. Let's see what effect that has on her."

Elizabeth smiled knowingly at him. "I bet I know what effect it will have on you!" she told him, her eyes bright with amusement.

Frank was waiting for the telephone call when it came. He recognized the voice of Donna Gibson before she identified herself.

"Mr. Hopkins," she told him. "We have a little manstealer who needs to be taught a lesson!"

"I understand," he replied. "When?"

"Give us about an hour," Donna told him.

"Remember the details we discussed," Frank reminded her.

"Yes, but I'm afraid our victim is putting up quite a little fuss about it," she said.

"Just tell her that that will make the punishment all the more severe,"

Frank said quietly, hanging up the phone.

One hour to the minute later, Frank knocked on the front door of the girls' apartment. Even before the door was opened, he could hear animated conversation from inside. In a moment, the door swung open.

"Hello," Donna told him, flashing a bright smile at him. "Do we ever have need of your expert services!"

All eight roommates were present as Frank stepped inside the apartment.

An attitude of underlying anticipation and excitement was readily discernible amidst a general hubbub of giggles, snickers, girlish titters, catty remarks and general merriment. The carnival atmosphere was exactly what Frank had expected, because he knew from experience that females were invariably stimulated, sometimes even sexually aroused, by the idea of a fellow female undergoing correction.

"Look what we have over here!" Donna told him, pointing to one corner of the room.

Frank whistled softly as he looked over to the corner. Blushing furiously and obviously simply dripping with embarrassment, Betty Anderson was standing in the corner with her face to the wall like a naughty but overgrown child. She was costumed perfectly for Frank's purposes-white blouse, pleated black jumper, black stockings and spike heeled black patent leather pumps with straps from behind the ankle tied in a large bow in front. The jumper was hemmed to end a few inches higher than the prevailing fashions, which added a juvenile but eye-catching dimension to the outfit. To add to the juvenile effect, her jet black hair was done in two long pigtails and tied with large pink ribbons. "Our little manchaser is waiting for her medicine!" one of the girls cattily informed Frank. Others joined in with similar remarks.