William Cyr - The Headmaster

"Oh, it feels so gooood! So gooood!" Betty exclaimed. "Your big cock feels so good! Harder!

Fuck me, harder! Harder!"

Frank's long, iron-hard prick swept back and forth with long lunges, the thick crown drawing back almost to the vaginal orifice and then plunging in all the way to the cervix. Hot feminine foam bubbled up in voluminous quantities, bathing his pounding muscle with their soothing oils. As the hot, raging fire in her loins spread through her body, her buttocks tossed and writhed in a progressively more and more frantic fashion.

Despite the weight he was throwing down on her, she was able to meet him thrust for thrust, humping her cute and recently spanked posterior high off the bed.

"Harder! Harder!" she begged breathlessly. Her voice was hoarse with lewd desires. "Harder! Please! Fuck me till I die!"

This little hellcat can really fuck, Frank thought to himself. No wonder her roommates wanted her spanked. He began pumping with rapid, punishing strokes that sent his weight slamming down against her helpless but wildly tossing body. Her swollen cuntal lips kept trying to suck him all the way inside her, and he could feel her rapidly twitching little clitoris slapping wildly at his surging cock. Her stockinged legs were coiled about in a tight embrace, the spike heels of her sandals scraping against his bare legs.

"Ooooohhhh! Ooooohhhh!" Betty moaned mindlessly. Completely carried away by the lustful pleasures that she was experiencing, the attractive young secretary was totally lost in sexual bliss. "Harder! Harder!" she begged, breathing almost too hard to make herself understood.

Sensing that his distraught young partner was rapidly careening toward a wild, mind-blowing orgasm, Frank abandoned all efforts at self-control.

Fucking with almost savage strokes that sent his madly throbbing, burning penis deep into her lush channel with each forward thrust, he continually slammed his entire weight down against her frantically twitching body. The final, almost brutal, thrust sent his hot, murky masculine fluids bursting into her vagina with explosive force.

"Oh, my! Oooooohhhhh!" Tormented beyond endurance by the sexual punishment her beautiful young body had absorbed, Betty surrendered to an intense orgasm. Convulsed with passionate spasms that originated in her lust-swollen clitoris and vagina, the young woman climaxed with ecstatic cries of joy. The deep vaginal contractions caught Frank's exploding penis in a tight vise, pulling him far inside her boiling cunt and milking his thick, hot semen in a hungry, demanding fashion. "Ohh!

Oooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhh! Whaaat a fuck!" she moaned as her convulsions began to subside.

Breathlessly, the two of them rested on the bed with their hot bodies still lewdly glued together. Frank made no attempt to untie her wrists and, for some reason, Betty neglected to ask him to do so.

"You know," she told him with a bright smile. "I never realized that a spanking could lead to hot bed sex like this."

"You ought to thank those horny sorority sisters of yours for setting you up," Frank told her, kissing her lightly on the lips.

The two of them lay quietly for several minutes, and Frank found himself drifting into a pleasant nap. Suddenly Betty's young body stiffened with fear.

"Frank, Frank!" she whispered urgently at him. "There's someone in the living room!"

Suddenly, Elizabeth had burst through the opened bedroom door, a drawn gun in her hand!

"Eeek!" Betty screamed, her stockinged legs flailing as she futilely tried to break loose from the bonds that held her to the bed.

"Liz!" Frank cried out, embarrassed at having been caught in the compromising position but, for the moment at least, more concerned for his own safety.

"What's going on here?" Elizabeth demanded, looking around warily.

"It's okay, Liz. It's okay," Frank reassured her. "Now put that gun away before someone gets hurt."

When Elizabeth realized that Frank was completely nude and that Betty, clad only in her garter belt, stockings and shoes, was helplessly tied to the bed, she relaxed and put the gun back in her handbag. "Sorry," she told Frank. "When I realized that she had sneaked out of the apartment and probably…" she paused, not wanting to say too much in front of Betty. "Well, I thought she might be someone else… and then I heard what sounded like a struggle up here…"

"Okay, okay," Frank told her, beginning to see the humor in the situation although he realized that Betty might start asking some questions that wouldn't be easy to answer. "It's not what you thought at all," he continued. "It's just that Betty felt that her spanking was insufficient punishment for all of her misdeeds, and came up here for some additional discipline!" He gave her a tongue-in-cheek smile as he spoke.

"So I see!" Elizabeth replied, glancing at Betty's spread-eagled and partly clad body. She tried very hard not to notice the lusciously pink cuntal slit nestled in the forest of jet-black hair, and her face became hotly flushed as memories of her recent Lesbian experience suddenly flooded her consciousness.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on around here?" Betty demanded, yanking helplessly at the bonds that held her wrists to the bedposts.

"It's okay, honey," Frank told her. "Liz is an old girlfriend of mine who has fits of jealousy now and then."

"But I don't understand…" Betty persisted.

"Don't ask too many questions," Frank told her. "Sometime I'll explain the whole thing to you."

"Can you at least untie me?" Betty asked, a distinct note of irritation in her voice.

Instead of replying, Frank got to his feet and took Elizabeth's handbag from her. Stepping behind her he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to allow his face to brush against her wavy brunette hair. The attractive young woman stood stiffly, obviously deeply embarrassed and wondering what was going to happen next. Frank quickly discerned that she was doing her best to avoid looking at Betty's lush young body, and could easily guess the thoughts that were running through her head.

"Now you're going to apologize, aren't you?" he asked in a deliberately quiet voice.

"Am I?" Elizabeth asked, darting a highly embarrassed glance back over her shoulder.

"Yes," Frank replied. "To both of us!!" He spoke in a quiet but deliberately salacious tone of voice that left absolutely no doubt what he meant.

Elizabeth gulped heavily but did not reply.

"Will someone please untie me?" Betty demanded. "This is embarrassing."

The pretty young woman squirmed haplessly on the bed as she spoke.

Using his hands on her shoulders to propel her forward, Frank escorted Elizabeth over to the bed. She moved unwillingly but made no attempt to resist.

"What's going on here?" Betty asked insistently. Unable to preserve her modesty in any way, the attractive young secretary blushed scarlet as the two of them looked at her.

"Now you are going to apologize to both of us, aren't you?" Frank asked quietly.

"Y-yes!" Elizabeth replied with a gulp.

Still not comprehending what they meant, Betty looked inquisitively from one to the other. "Will someone please tell me what's going on around here?" she asked. "She comes bursting in here with a gun and…"

"It was all a mistake," Frank assured her. "And she's going to apologize to you for it!"

As he spoke, Frank began undoing the buttons that ran down the back of Elizabeth's blouse. Her pretty face a bright scarlet and her eyes averted, the attractive brunette stood quietly in front of him. The blouse came off, revealing smooth feminine shoulders and a prettily embroidered white slip worn over a trim white brassiere.

"You mean she's…" Betty voice expressed dismay as she began to catch on.