"Pamela, if you only knew how much I've longed for you," Miss Jane Beardsly said as she climbed into bed with the younger black-haired teacher. She was happy to see that Pamela slept in the nude, and as she pushed the covers down to climb in she left them down so she could explore Pamela's firm body.
She moved her fingers down to the woman's brown pointy nipples and she started to flick them back and forth with her fingers. She only did this for a second, once to each brown beauty. Then she let her fingers wander down the white softness of Pamela's flat belly, through her thick black pussy bush, then down between the girl's legs and into the heart of her.
Blonde-haired Jane was thrilled to discover that Pamela's pussy was already steaming with pussy juices and started to wiggle the woman's clit back and forth so that she would make her come even better.
It was only then that Pamela woke up. She had been dreaming of her boyfriend Peter and how he stuck his long thick cock into her cunt. As she woke up and saw that figure of the naked woman next to her on the bed, then felt something sliding in and out of her creamy cunt, she panicked.
She recognized Miss Jane instantly by the heaving large breasts, only this time Pamela could see two pink nipples in their naked glory. Still, this was not something that the younger woman did all the time.
"Miss Jane," she snapped, indignantly, "what do you think you're doing?"
Pamela could hardly breathe as she felt her whole body on the verge of a passionate orgasm. Although she didn't want Miss Jane finger-fucking her cunt, she was too lost in the orgasmic sensations to stop her.
"I love you, Pamela," Miss Jane said. "Didn't you know that I love you?"
Pamela didn't know what to say. Miss Jane immediately moved her wet mouth down to Pamela's brown nipple before she had a chance to say anything, then she started to lick the nipple for all it was worth. Pamela's body was exploding and she started thrusting her ass up and down off the sweat-soaked sheets to keep Jane's fingers moving.
What they didn't know was that young Lisa Weiss, a fifteen-year-old student of theirs was peering through the keyhole, watching their every move, hearing each moan. She was to get the rumor started....
CHAPTER ONE
"This class is so fucking boring as usual," Lisa Weiss said, leaning over so she could whisper in Jenny Farth's ear before Miss Jane Beardsly, their language teacher and the owner of Miss Jane Beardsly's School For Girls, could catch her.
It was too late however, and even as she was pulling back, Lisa knew that Miss Jane had spotted her. She had the eyes of a hawk, never missing anything that went on in her classroom.
Lisa couldn't understand why, and it never occurred to her that it was quite simple for Miss Jane to see one of the girls talking since there were only ten in the class.
"Lisa," she said, "you know the rule about talking during class."
"I'm sorry, Miss Jane."
"Yes, well, sorry isn't enough this time. If I remember right, it is the third time this week that I've caught you talking. Three strikes, young lady, and you're out."
Lisa knew what that meant, and she lowered her head and rested it on her hands.
"And sit up straight," Miss Jane said, in a very scolding manner. "Just because you're going to have to stay here after class is no reason to slouch and ruin your posture. Sit up, sit up! There, that's much better."
Lisa felt like a puppet, moving to Miss Jane's commands. But then she thought that all the girls at Miss Jane's school were like that. There were only thirty girls, each divided into three groups of ten. Lisa was getting pretty sick of the girls in her group, too. She spent so much time with them as far as classes and sleeping arrangements went that she knew them all too well.
She pushed back her long black hair and started thinking. She knew that Miss Jane thought of her as the trouble-maker of her group of ten, but she didn't think of herself in that way at all. She thought that Miss Jane was stifling her creativity because, in short, what Miss Jane was trying to do in her school was turn out carbon copies of herself. If trying to fight against that was being a trouble-maker, then Lisa thought perhaps Miss Jane was right.
For she had decided the minute she had come to the school and seen the older woman that the one thing she didn't want to be was a copy of her. For although Miss Jane had a tremendous amount of beauty surrounding her and a lovely face, she just dressed so poorly that she looked like a mousy spinster. She wore her long silky blonde hair pulled tightly on her head in a bun.
Lisa noticed the way it seemed to stretch the skin on her forehead because it looked so tight. Miss Jane did have high cheekbones and heart-shaped lips, plus lovely blue eyes. Yet Lisa thought that the woman tried to even hide the beauty of her eyes by wearing spectacles that you'd expect an older woman to wear. Lisa remembered how her grandmother had worn specs like that, and somehow, it always made her look so old.
Then there was the way Jane Beardsly dressed. It was quite evident that under her sack-like dresses was a truly voluptuous figure. You could see her high, firm breasts always heaving up and down, yet Lisa thought the woman wore her tits too high. Either she was built very funny or she wore her bra in a peculiar manner. Lisa thought that latter idea was the true one. For she had seen the woman at night in her nightgowns and then her tits looked lovely.
Miss Jane always wore long dresses, down past her knees. There was never any particular shape to them and therefore, her curved hips were not on display at all. Besides the high jutting of her tits, it looked like the rest of her figure was perfectly straight.
If that was the way Miss Jane wanted them all to look, Lisa Weiss wanted no part of it. She wanted to display her budding breasts and the smooth curves of her hips. Yet the white blouses and blue skirts that Miss Jane required all the students to wear only made her look like a drip. Lisa had decided as much one day while standing in front of the mirror.
"Parlez vous francais, mademoiselle?" Miss Jane asked Debbie Lyon, a young blonde who sat in front of the room. Lisa thought Debbie was an ass-licker.
"Oui. Je parle le francais, tres bien, madame," Debbie said, beaming so brightly that Lisa jokingly covered her eyes for fear of being blinded.
Unfortunately, Miss Jane caught her doing that, too, and the woman stopped her class once again and reprimanded Lisa.
"One more time," Miss Jane said, "and we're going to have to get more serious. Young lady, I will stand for these interruptions no longer."
Lisa couldn't believe what a fucking fuss the woman was making. All she had done was cover her eyes. She hadn't made a sound, and since she sat in the back of the class she hadn't disturbed anyone. She decided that Jane Beardsly had an itch up her cunt.
She had decided that two weeks ago when she first arrived at Miss Jane Beardsly's School For Girls.
"Now, young ladies," she remembered Miss Jane saying, "you have come to one of the finest private girls' schools in the country and when you leave, you will be one of the finest. My girls are first-rate all the way, the cream of the crop and always on top, and that's my motto."
Lisa remembered the way the woman paraded around in front of the auditorium with a ruler in her hand. The auditorium was the only place large enough to hold all thirty girls at one time in the entire school.
"You will be educated as to the ways of the world. We're not going to lie to you. We're going to tell it to you like it is, the way it's happening. Is that the right vernacular in the modern language? Ah well, anyway, we're going to take those terms out of your vocabulary because we know you've already been brainwashed with them, and when you leave here you'll all be perfect ladies."
If Miss Jane thought of herself as perfect, then Lisa wanted no part of being that way. She would have rather remained flawed, and more fun at that.
"You know what her problem is?" Lisa had asked Jenny Farth that first day as they unpacked their suitcases. She had decided out of all the other girls in her group, that Jenny was by far the most together. They were going to be best friends.
"What?" Jenny had asked.
"She needs to be fucked. She hasn't been fucked in so long that she's forgotten what it's like. Or maybe she's never been fucked."
"Lisa, don't talk like that. That's improper!"
Jenny Farth hadn't said that, Lisa remembered, for if she had, Lisa wouldn't have been friends with her now. Debbie Lyon had said that, overhearing the two girls talking. That was when Lisa decided Debbie was an ass-licker and wanted no part of that girl.
Late that night, she and Jenny had been whispering to each other about sex. Jenny asked her if she knew anything about it since she had talked about fucking so freely. That was when Lisa had to confess that she only knew so much about it but that she would never learn anything more if she stayed in this school.
They decided then that they were going to somehow learn about sex together, but so far the chance hadn't come up.
When Lisa heard the bell ring she came out of a fog. She watched all the other students closing their books and standing up, so perfectly, so neatly. She thought they looked like a band of soldiers. They walked out of the room, single file, and right before the door closed Jenny stuck her hand back in and waved to Lisa.
Lisa smiled as Miss Jane stormed over to the door and slammed it shut.
"Your friend thinks that she's cute, young lady."
"No she doesn't," Lisa said to her teacher. "In fact, I was trying to tell her that she was cute the other day but she thinks she's ugly."
"That's not what I meant," Jane Beardsly said, sitting down quite properly behind her desk and folding her hands. "And you know that."
Miss Jane stared at the young girl sitting in front of her, and no matter how much anger she had built up inside of her for some of the things that the girl had done, she couldn't help but lose some of it thinking about Lisa Weiss' beautiful body.
Jane wanted to lick the girl's fine brown nipples with her tongue and make them perk up with stiffness. She wanted to move her fingers between Lisa's creamy thighs and slip them into the girl's red hot pussy.
The teacher wondered why it always worked out so badly. The girl she always developed an insatiable crush on during the term always turned out to be such a trouble-maker. She had first cast her eyes upon Lisa when the girl's mother had come to register her for the September term. Jane remembered the way she had been rubbing her legs together as she felt her own pussy getting hot with excitement. Lisa hadn't been aware of any of this, of course, but Jane had been watching the way the girl's tight blouse displayed her thick nipples so prominently.
The first night after she had seen the girl, Jane Beardsly remembered masturbating as she fantasized about making it with her. She remembered lying naked on her bed and plucking her pink nipples so that they became hard. She pinched them with more aggression as the pleasure continued to rise and then she started to move one hand down between her legs. She started rubbing her thick blonde pussy patch, pulling at the curls. When she was horny enough she slid her fingers right into her cunt.
Her tunnel was already creaming with pleasure and she finger-fucked herself for some time, rubbing her fingers over her clit but not paying much attention to it.
That came much later. She finger-fucked herself for a long time before the passion started to subside even a little, and it was only then that she slid her fingers back near her cunt entrance and felt for her clit. She could feel her stiffened little pink button and as she started to pinch it, just like she pinched her pink nipples, her pleasure started up on the rise again.
She remembered licking her lips with her tongue a thousand times over as she imagined what Lisa Weiss' cunt cream might taste like. As she thought of the sweet flavor she felt her cunt walls spasming around her fingers and then she started coming a second time. This time she worked her fingers in deeper and harder until they were saturated with her cunt juice.
Then she quickly pulled them up to her mouth and started to lick each one, sucking until the flavor was gone.
She had been completely satisfied only thinking about the girl and had been eagerly looking forward to September when the girl would arrive. There had been a two month period between the time Lisa Weiss' mother had registered her and the time Lisa was supposed to start school, and Miss Jane masturbated to fantasies of the young girl so many times that she couldn't even count the number.
When she had seen Lisa Weiss' father's private chauffeur driving her up to the front gate, she had come without even touching herself.
After that, however, it had all been downhill. Lisa was so lovely and her tits had grown even more during the two-months, yet Jane Beardsly had decided that she was most definitely a trouble-maker. She didn't abide by the rules of silence and she was always caught talking and laughing and upsetting the strict decorum the woman had made a standard part of her school.
"Why do you hate me?" she suddenly asked Lisa.
"What makes you think that I hate you?" Lisa asked. She had noticed Miss Jane sitting there, looking so distant. She had been wondering what was going through the woman's mind, and now she knew.
"You do all kinds of terrible things," Miss Jane said.
"Talking during a class is not so terrible," Lisa said. "It happens all the time when you're sitting in a boring class."
"Boring? So, you think this class is boring? Well, young lady, I can see that I'm going to have to be a little more strict that usual."
"In what way?"
"I think that old-fashioned discipline is the best," the teacher said. "If you don't mind, come up here, please."
Lisa stood up rather defiantly, sticking her growing tits out. It was hard to look good with the outfit she was wearing, yet the girl tried her hardest. She walked down the narrow aisle of the classroom, between the wooden desks, then stood in front of the teacher. Miss Jane stood up immediately and her upraised tits almost knocked the younger girl in the face.
Miss Jane was holding her ruler in her hand and she primped her tight bun into place. Lisa noticed that was an old habit with the woman, and she wondered why. After all, the bun was usually so tight that no hair was ever out of place. It wouldn't dare to be. It would probably be too scared of upsetting the woman's head.
When Lisa giggled at that thought, she could see that Miss Jane looked even angrier. She grabbed Lisa's arm and then forced the girl over her desk, face down.
"What are you doing?" Lisa asked, but it was already too late.
Her teacher had pushed her blue skirt up over her waist and had deftly slid her hand into Lisa's white panties. They were slid down the girl's legs before she even had time to gasp, and then she was naked from the waist down.
Miss Jane stared at those two gloriously curved ass cheeks and took in all their glory. She could see how rosy red they were and how smooth the skin looked. She could feel her own pussy start getting wet as she thought about what Lisa might do if she should roll her over to glance at her cunt.
That would come later. With her hand pressing down on the girl's back so she couldn't get up and her other hand holding the ruler firmly, the older teacher began to hit the young girl's ass. She watched the cheeks get even redder as she whacked them with the ruler again and again. At one point, Jane let her hand wander down to the cheeks and she pulled them apart. She could see the girl's tender red asshole and the thought of licking it out was pleasing.
"Stop it," Lisa said to Miss Jane. "Jesus, this is killing me."
"Young lady, do not take the name of the Lord in vain. This is the punishment you deserve and it's the punishment you're going to get."
The more Lisa tried to squirm her ass, the more excited she was getting. She could feel her pubic mound pressing against the desk and she could feel herself starting to get hot inside of her cunt. This was a pretty new feeling to her as she had never even masturbated herself and she couldn't help but notice how pleasing it was.
Her cunt felt as if it was on fire and she thought that she had to find relief somewhere, even though she wasn't even that sure of how she could relieve herself.
After a few more whacks on the ass, she felt her teacher stop. She wasn't ready for what happened next. The minute Miss Jane stopped hitting her ass she sunk to the floor and started to kiss Lisa's ass. Lisa could feel the woman running her tongue over one buttock and then the other. At times, she could feel Miss Jane moving her tongue right between her cheeks and then licking her asshole.
Lisa started to move her cunt up and down off the table. She didn't know what was happening to herself but she was starting to breathe heavier. She quickly slipped one hand under her body and moved it down between her legs. She slid it through her black bush and then right into her cunt.
The young girl could never remember feeling so wet before in her life. She didn't know if she should be embarrassed or what, but she started to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt. It was during the third thrust, on her way out, when she felt her tingling clit touching her fingers. She had never explored her cunt before and knew very little about her clit.
But when she touched it, at the height of excitement already, she couldn't believe what happened. She squeezed it and her cunt started to spasm harder and then her creamy juices were flowing all over her fingers. Meanwhile, Miss Jane was still licking her ass, only Lisa noticed something different.
Her teacher was now trying to spread her legs wider apart and she was moving her tongue down beneath her asshole. She was running it along her ass crack and then licking some of the juices that Lisa could feel running down her legs. At one point, she pulled her own cunt lips wide apart and felt Miss Jane's tongue running over her exposed clit Her whole body bursted with new sensations.
Miss Jane couldn't believe that the girl was coming, and she was trying to be as unobvious as possible about what she was doing. Her first desire was to turn the girl over and attack her cunt from the front so that she could not only smell the strong sweaty odor of the pubic hairs, something that always turned her on, but even more, so she could sink her tongue deeper into the girl's steaming pussy box. But Jane Beardsly knew that she could never do anything like that to the girl yet.
She knew that she had to play it safe and not become too ravenous. She licked as much of the girl's dripping juices as she could, then stood up suddenly. Lisa felt the woman cupping her buttocks hard, one in each hand. Then Miss Jane pulled back both hands and then smashed them against the girl's ass at the same time.
Lisa moaned as she felt both of her buttocks glowing with a painful pleasure, now even more intense because of the stinging slaps.
Then it was all over and Miss Jane stepped back.
"You are disgraceful, young lady," she said to Lisa. "You were masturbating while I was caning you. You're going to have to be punished for that, too."
Lisa rolled over on her back, but slid down the desk so that only her back was leaning on it. Her ass was too red and still burning. As she slid down a little she spread her legs and Miss Jane could see a full view of the pussy she was in pursuit of.
She could feel her cunt tingling even more with excitement and she backed up against the blackboard for fear of losing control of herself and attacking the girl right then and there. The cunt lips glistened with moisture and that was even more tempting.
"Why am I going to be punished? I didn't do anything," Lisa moaned.
"You call playing with yourself doing nothing?"
"Well, you licked it," Lisa said, suddenly realizing how exposed she was. She slid her hand down over her black pussy patch and covered her pussy lips.
"How dare you accuse me of such a thing," Miss Jane said. Now was the time to lie as best she could. "I was licking your buttocks because I could see how much they were stinging. I didn't mean to hit you so hard. I'm sorry for that. But you masturbated yourself and there's no excuse for it."
Lisa could see how stern the teacher looked. But then she noticed something strange. Miss Jane was breathing heavier than usual and her upraised tits were rising and falling a mile a minute. It reminded Lisa of the way she had been breathing only a few seconds ago at the height of coming.
"What are you going to do to punish me?" the young girl asked.
"No television for a week," Miss Jane said.
"Oh God, you can't do something like that," Lisa told her. She sounded incredibly frantic and wanted it that way. Losing television privileges for a week was really no big deal to her, since she didn't really like television anyway. But she knew that if she came off with an attitude like that, Miss Jane would want to make the punishment harsher. This way, the teacher thought it was harsh enough.
"I'm sorry," Miss Jane said to her, "but that's the way things are going to have to be around here. After dinner you are to march straight to your room and you are to study. Just to make sure, I want you to write me a book report on the Lawrence novel. It should take you about a week to read it if you put in time each night"
Now that, Lisa. thought, was going too far. The book was over a thousand pages and Miss Bellows, their English teacher was letting them read it over the entire term.
Lisa tried to explain all that to Miss Jane.
"I don't care what Miss Bellows has the rest of the class do," the blonde-bunned teacher said. "I want the report on my desk next week. Look at it this way, my dear. If you read the book this week you'll be able to read it again along with the class."
Lisa nodded, as if she was going to do it. She thought that Miss Jane had a point. If she did read the book now it might be good. But she certainly wasn't planning to read it along with the rest of the class a second time. Once was quite enough.
"Do I have to stay any longer?" Lisa asked, after a momentary pause. "Is my punishment for the day over?"
"Very well, yes, you can go," Miss Jane said.
The blonde teacher decided to let Lisa go for only one reason. She had built up such an urge inside of herself that she knew she had to get relief fast. She watched as Lisa stood up and moved her hand from her cunt. Jane took one last look at the thick black pussy patch and assured herself that she would be seeing it quite soon. After Lisa pulled up her panties and slipped her skirt down, she walked to the back of the class to get her books.
By the time she turned around Miss Jane had slid into her seat. Lisa walked to the front of the room and then turned to walked toward the door.
"Aren't you forgetting something, young lady?" Miss Jane asked, just as Lisa's hand was on the door knob and she was turning it.
"I'm sorry," Lisa said, opening the door and turning. "Have a nice day, Miss Jane."
"You have a lovely day, too, young lady," the teacher said, beaming proudly.
As soon as Lisa closed the door Miss Jane stood up, ran over and turned the lock. It was so good to finally be alone, she thought.
She quickly ran back to her desk and then sat down. As she did she slid open the bottom desk drawer. She reached under all the papers that she had put there and found the large plastic phallus that she kept hidden there for just such an occasion.
Miss Jane lifted her ass up off her seat and started to pull her dress up over her waist. She wore no panties, a secret that very few people knew about her. One of the reasons her dresses were made of such a heavy fabric was because she hated wearing panties and wouldn't dare go without them when wearing some kind of light fabric. She knew that it would show and make people think she was a loose woman.
This way though, with a heavier fabric, no one ever knew and her naked pussy was always brushing against the thick material.
Miss Jane ran her fingers down through her blonde pubic bush and started to massage her red cunt lips. She felt how moist they were already.
At the same time that her fingers felt her cunt, her other hand which clutched the dildo started to unbutton the top of her green dress.
She could feel her nipples pressing to be free and had felt them stiffening since the moment she had seen the young girl's ass cheeks. That was another reason for the heavy fabric. Not a trace of nipple showed through and it made her feel very proper.
She wore a black lace bra that was merely a strip of material that ran under her breasts and pushed them up and out. She loved having her breasts raised up for one particular reason.
Miss Jane loved to lick her own nipples, and since her breasts were rather large and fleshy it was easy to accomplish just that. She took her dildo-clutching hand and pushed her tit up into her mouth.
Her tongue started to flick out against her nipple and she felt her pussy spasming again. She quickly moved the dildo down to her cunt and put it in her other hand, then started to lick her tit again. As she did so, she turned on the small switch that sent her dildo vibrating and started to slide the plastic phallus between her creamy cunt lips. She felt it brushing over her clit immediately and then her whole body began to burst with orgasmic pleasure.
She hardly had to move the dildo at all. The only thing that was required to make her come was the vibrations of the phallus on her clit and her own hearty nipple-sucking. For after she had flicked her tongue out at her nipple and made it as stiff as it got, she had wrapped her lips around it and had begun to suck it hard. She felt as if she wanted to suck her own pink nipple off into her mouth.
Providing for her own sexual pleasure had been something Miss Jane had been doing for almost twenty of her thirty-five years. She had only had three lovers in her life.
The first, Mister James Radel, had been a teacher at her school one year. That was when she was twenty-five and first getting started. He had sensed a tremendous need in her and had seduced her into his bed. She remembered how lovingly he had stuck his cock into her cunt. She had been masturbating for so many years before that her cherry was broken already. When she felt the warm heat from his cock emanating throughout her body she had started coming fast.
She had fallen in love with him, but unfortunately, she was just another fuck for him. He fucked her for one entire year, each night, but then when it came time to renew his contract he unexplainably decided that it was time to move on. She had thought about it for a long time after he left.
She had given him so much, and in the end all she had gotten was his cock.
It had been satisfying for the time he had been teaching there, but she noticed how much she longed for him after he had left.
That was why she had next turned to Miguel, the Spanish gardener she had hired. He was merely a boy of eighteen, yet he had the full-sized cock of a man. She remembered his first fucking her behind some bushes one night in the garden. She had been trying to entice him into her bedroom but had apparently gone to far when she reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants.
He had pushed her down and had started tearing at her clothes. She felt him fingering her for only a second and then he slid his cock into her cunt with a full and mighty force. She thought that he was going to rip her right open but after a few minutes she started to get wet because of the friction of his cock against her stiffened clit.
Just as she was on the verge of coming, his long thick cock started spurting forth its come and when he was finished, she hadn't come at all.
He was fired the next day for some reason she made up.
The thought of making it with a girl hadn't entered Miss Jane's mind until she found two of her students in bed together a year later. She had reprimanded them both and called one down to her office.
It was on her desk that she let the girl make love to her and then started making love to the young girl. She would never forget the feeling as the girl tongued her cunt and seemed aware of each rise and fall in her passion. At times, Merrily, the girl, would lick her cunt fiercely and bring her to the point of orgasm, then stop right before Jane thought that she was going to explode.
When Merrily finally let her come Jane had one orgasm right after another.
But Merrily had graduated from the school over three years ago, and since then Jane Beardsly had only fantasized about making love to some of her girls. She hadn't actually made a move to do something like that because she just didn't know if it was right.
These were young minds that she was shaping and she had a responsibility to see that they were shaped right. She knew that an affair with one of the girls would shape their sex lives forever, and she didn't want to be responsible for turning any of her girls into a full-time lesbian. However, she had thought that if she ever discovered any girls together, like she had Merrily and Ruth almost three years ago, then she would certainly feel free to make her move.
Miss Jane felt her whole body vibrating because of the dildo inside of her cunt. As she dropped one tit and then moved her hand to the other so she could raise it into her mouth, she noticed the way her pink nipples seemed like blurs because of the way her tits were shaking from the dildo.
She started to suck on her left nipple this time and she felt her body exploding once again with the rise of another orgasm.
Just then there was a knock on the door outside.
"Miss Jane, are you in there?"
Jane tried not to breathe too heavily. She recognized the voice. It was Pamela Bellows, the new English teacher she had hired. It was Miss Bellows first term teaching anywhere, and when she had come to apply for the job Miss Jane had been rather hesitant. She had read the application in her office and had noticed how little experience the girl had. But then Pamela Bellows had walked into her office and Miss Jane had changed her mind immediately.
Although Pamela was twenty-five, she didn't look a day over eighteen. Miss Jane loved Pamela's long black hair and her firm breasts. In some way, Pamela was an older version of Lisa Weiss who was still a young girl.
Jane had always been attracted to black-haired beauties and a girl a lovely as Pamela Bellows had to be on her staff. Even though she had been at the school now two weeks and shared a room with Jane, nothing had happened yet.
Jane pulled the dildo out of her cunt fast and waited until her breathing returned to a somewhat normal rate.
She dropped her tit from her mouth as she yelled out and asked Pamela what she wanted. There was a long pause, then the younger woman answered.
"Cook says that she doesn't have enough vegetables for dinner tonight so I thought as long as classes are over for the day I would take a ride into town and pick some more up. Is there anything that you need, Miss Jane?"
I need you, the woman was thinking, but couldn't bring herself to say that.
"No," she said. "I can't think of anything offhand."
"Why is the door locked?" Pamela asked.
"I was marking some papers and didn't want to be disturbed," Jane said.
Then she heard Pamela turn and her footsteps receded in the distance. As soon as Jane was sure that the younger woman was gone, she moved her fingers back to her tits and massaged her nipples.
This tension was becoming too much for her, she knew. Masturbation was all right, sometimes, but when you knew what it was like to be in the arms of another woman, it wasn't even half as satisfying. She knew she was going to have to have someone soon, and Pamela Bellows seemed the most likely candidate.
Pamela Bellows! Just the thought of the new teacher made Miss Jane's cunt start creaming all over again. She had seen the young teacher naked too many times without doing something about it, without taking some kind of action to fulfill the lust she felt.
She wanted to go down on Miss Bellow's lovely cunt each time she saw it, and she knew that she'd have to do it soon.
CHAPTER TWO
As soon as Pamela Bellows left Miss Jane's locked classroom door she turned and started running down the hall. She tried not to seem overly enthusiastic for fear of one of the girl's noticing.
Overt happiness was one thing you hardly ever saw at Miss Jane's School For Girls, so Pamela had noticed during her two weeks working there. Everything seemed so strict and disciplined, and even though she didn't like it too much, she was going to tolerate it for at least a year. She had signed a contract for that long, and hoped that Richard would be able to work out something by then.
Richard Brown was her fiancee and when he had gotten the job upstate at a small vegetable store, with the prospects of owning it in less than a year, he had been quite happy. The only thing wrong with the arrangement, she thought, was that he couldn't afford to have her living up there with him.
"I'm just not going to be making enough," he said to her. "I wish I was."
She was the one who had suggested he try and find her a job somewhere near the small town so she could be closer to him. If she were to continue living in Manhattan she would have had to travel three hours each weekend to see him.
But then he had called one weekend and had told her about a private school located three miles out of town. She had her teaching license but it was impossible to get any kind of job in the city. Hence, she was a secretary with a license to teach but no job and no actual teaching experience behind her except for the few times she had been a student-teacher.
Still, she remembered mailing in her application and then when she was called in for an interview, dressing as nicely as she possibly could to make an impression.
Miss Jane hadn't left much of an impression on Pamela after her first meeting. She thought that the older blonde-haired woman was very attractive, but she dressed in a manner that was so detrimental to her looks and didn't seem to care about it, she came off as being mousy-looking.
Since they had been sharing a room together for the past few weeks, Pamela had seen Miss Jane at all hours of the day and night, clothed and naked with her hair up and down. Her first suspicious had been confirmed the first time she had seen the woman sitting naked in front of a mirror, combing her long blonde hair.
Without the glasses and with her hair down, and without the sack-like dresses, Miss Jane had to be one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen.
As Pamela hopped into the school station wagon she thought about a conversation she had had with Jane that first night.
"Why do you wear your hair the way you do and dress the way you do?" she had asked, and when Jane Beardsly had turned around Pamela saw her two round nipples sitting so high on her tits. The woman's breasts were beautiful and Pamela wished that hers were as big and firm.
"What do you mean?" Jane had asked, bobby pins held between her lips.
"You look much better now than you do when you're dressed."
Jane had blushed, not only on her cheeks but all over her body. Pamela loved the way her large tits had flushed with a deep pink color.
"Don't most people?" Jane asked the girl.
"I don't think so. In fact, I would think that the opposite holds true for most people. I think that they look better with their clothes on because how many people do you know of who have such sensational bodies?"
"Please, perhaps we should turn our conversation to something else."
So Miss Jane had never answered Pamela's question, except once to say that she didn't have to try and impress anyone by the way she dressed.
Pamela could feel her cunt tingling with excitement as she got closer to the small upstate town. This was the first time she had had an excuse to come into town. All the other times she had mentioned taking a drive in had been times when Miss Jane either had something for her to do or wanted to talk with her.
Sometimes the car wasn't free, and other times Miss Jane had just said that she thought it would be a good idea if Pamela stayed around the school grounds for a while.
She was a bit surprised that Miss Jane had not come up with any kind of excuse to stop her from going into town this time, although she knew she had come up with a good reason for having to go in the first place. The story about needing more vegetables for dinner was completely true, although the reason for the shortage was one that the cook just couldn't figure out.
Pamela knew why they had been short. She had hid three bags of string beans so that the cook wouldn't have any vegetables for dinner, then had conveniently been in the kitchen when the woman discovered the loss. Pamela had volunteered to go into town to pick up more vegetables and now she was finally on her way.
She wondered how Robert looked. It had been over two weeks since she had seen him and it was the first time they had ever been apart this long.
As she drove into the small town, it was easy for her to spot the vegetable/fruit store seeing as how the entire town was only three blocks long. She pulled the station wagon up in a spot right in front of the store and then hopped out.
Pamela looked at herself in the side rear-view mirror for a second and pursed her lips to make sure she looked kissable. She pushed her long black hair behind each ear so that her clear-complexioned face stood out even fuller.
Pamela admired her high cheek bones, then pinched her cheeks a few times so that the red color would appear and make her look even cuter than she already knew she was. She could feel her whole body tingling with excitement as she thought about holding Richard in her arms again.
She walked into the small store and looked all around. She could see a cute blonde girl behind the counter and she walked up to her.
"Excuse me, but do you know where Richard Brown is?"
"In the back there. Want me to get him?"
"No," Pamela said. "But is it all right if I go back there and surprise him?"
"Sure," the girl said.
Pamela walked to the back of the store and saw a set of black curtains. She pushed them aside and walked through.
She could see a small cot over on one side of the tiny room. There was also one chair, and sitting on the chair, reading a book, was her boyfriend Richard.
"Don't overwork yourself," she said to him.
"It might cause you unnecessary aggravation so don't strain yourself."
She was happy to see him look up and smile at her.
He immediately put the book down on the cot and held his arms out for her. She could see that in the two weeks, his hair had grown longer and his moustache bushier. Still, she walked right up to him, sat on his lap and then moved her lips to his. As he plunged his tongue into her mouth she wiggled her ass around and could feel the stiffening bulge of his cock as he started getting aroused.
"Mmm," she moaned, moving her hands through his hair. She could feel her cunt tingling even more as the kiss continued and then it finally ended.
"Nice to see you," he said to her. "Let's fuck."
"Really, Richard, you can be awfully blunt sometimes."
"What makes you say that?" he asked her.
She shook her head. She didn't even know what made her say it, although, when she thought about it, that was definitely the kind of line that Miss Jane would come out with. It scared her a great deal. Living with Miss Jane was beginning to rub off on her.
"Then let's fuck," he said, when she couldn't come up with an answer. "God, all you've done the last few weeks was call me when I've been waiting for you to come visit. It's been so long since I've touched you."
He was definitely making up for it. Pamela could feel his hands running up and down her body, and although she was still dressed in a perfectly straight teacher's uniform, much the same as the kinds that Miss Jane wore, she could still feel the tingling effects of his hands moving.
"Where are we going to fuck?" she asked him. "Let's go to your room."
"You're in it," he said to her.
She looked around the tiny little hole that they were in and laughed.
"Be serious," she said to him.
"I am."
Even as he spoke his hands were moving to her dress buttons. He started to open them fast, as if his fingers had been trained at such a job. In a matter of seconds he had the top five buttons open and was moving his hand into her dress and cupping one of her fleshy tits in his palm.
He felt her hard nipple pressing against his hand and then circled his fingers around it and pinched it.
She started to breathe heavy and the more she squirmed on his lap, the harder his cock was feeling. He closed his eyes and moaned a little.
"Come on," he said, "suck me off."
"I thought you wanted to fuck," she said.
"We can start like that. Please. It's been so long since I've had my dick in your mouth and you know how much my cock loves you."
"But here? What about the people out front?"
"Don't worry," he said.
She felt him lifting her off his lap and positioning her on her knees right between his legs. She moved her fingers to his zipper and pulled it down slowly, then reached into his underwear and pulled out his hard dick.
As she started to stroke it with her tender fingers, he pulled her dress down off her shoulders and her naked tits stuck out in all their glory. One had moved to one nipple, the other to her second nipple, and he started to pinch the two brown dots. She closed her eyes and moved her mouth to his cock shaft.
As Pamela concentrated on the pleasure stemming from her erect nipples, she started to lick Richard's shaft up and down. He raised his ass up off the seat a few times as she pulled her tongue back, as if his cock wanted her tongue there always. When she licked the mushroom like head of his dick, he seemed to be in a greater state of ecstasy than any other time. So she continued doing that and felt his shaft starting to pulsate with blood-rushing, passion-rising pleasure.
"Oh, Jesus, you feel so fucking good," Richard whispered. "Take my balls into your mouth and suck them, too."
She reached into his pants and pulled out his two egg-like testicles in their hairy scrotal sack. She rubbed the fine brown hairs and then sucked the two balls into her mouth while she rubbed his cock shaft against her face.
She opened her eyes and saw a small drop of come sneaking its way out of the large cock slit. She moved her finger there and started to rub the creamy come all over the tip of his cock and he felt the pleasure rising rapidly. She sucked his balls with a greater intensity, pulling her cheeks in and moving her tongue all over the sack.
"The cock now," he moaned. "Suck me hard. The shaft."
She was great at obeying his orders and quickly dropped the testicles from her mouth and then opened wide as she tried to take in the entire length of his thick cock. She moved her mouth all the way down to the sweat-filled brown pubic patch and took in his strong manly odor. The smell permeated her nostrils and set her cunt tingling all over again.
She could taste his come now because of the smeared drop on the head. Even as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft she kept her tongue working the tip all the time.
She moved her fingers to his balls and started to squeeze them as she felt the cock pulsations increasing rapidly. Then she felt him begin to shoot off a thick wad of come in the back of her throat.
Pamela almost gagged on that one but she knew better for the next load. She pulled her head back some so that the come wouldn't shoot all the way in the back of her throat. The second ejaculation landed on her tongue and she started to smear it all over his cock shaft so that his penis would taste of the satisfying male flavor. Then she would suck it all off while he went limp and keep his pleasure heightened.
She knew that there was even a chance of sucking him and keeping him at a certain state of hardness, something that she had done before.
His cock spurted forth two more thick loads of come and then it began to shrink. Pamela sucked him harder so that he would stay erect and was happy to feel that the thick strength of his cock was still very much in evidence.
His pleasure orgasm had subsided but she was keeping the pleasures at a height by sucking him after his come. She licked him for almost five minutes after his ejaculation and was happy to feel his cock remaining semi-hard.
He reached down and pulled her head up, then leaned down to kiss her on the lips. As he did, he lifted her to her feet and then stood himself. It only took a slight adjustment in their positions for him to lay her down on the small cot with her legs hanging over the edge and then he raised her dress and moved his mouth to her black haired pussy patch. His tongue started to lick the sweaty flavor of her pussy hairs while she moved her fingers down to his hair and rubbed the soft brown locks.
He licked her pussy patch for a few minutes, moving his tongue to her cunt lips every so often for a few taunting seconds.
Each time he would move his tongue to her pussy lips he would feel a steadily increasing wetness, but Richard was waiting for the moment when her cunt would be so wet that her lips would just slide right open and let his tongue enter without his having to force it in. That had happened many times before and there was no reason for him to feel that it wouldn't happen again this time.
When it finally did, he could feel her clit rubbing against the top of his tongue and he started to lick her hard, making sure that he flicked her tingling clit back and forth. The results of such inspired efforts were felt by his tongue when her cunt walls started to spasm tightly around it. Still, he made sure to continue probing her deeper so he not only tasted the delicious wetness of her cunt, but also stretched the walls.
"Oh, Richard, baby," she was moaning.
It had been almost two weeks since Pamela Bellows has gotten any sexual relief whatsoever, and after being used to a steady fuck at least once a day with him it had been so hard for her to manage.
There were times when she had been lying in bed, thinking that perhaps it would be easy for her to masturbate herself to temporary satisfaction. Each time she had moved her hands down to her cunt though, she had heard Miss Jane's steady breathing in the next bed and just couldn't bring herself to do it.
For some reason, it would have seemed to dirty with Miss Jane in the room, since Miss Jane did give off such a proper appearance. It seemed to Pamela like the woman was trying to hide her sexuality completely, especially when it came to the way she dressed. She seemed so pure and Pamela often wondered if the woman ever really had a satisfying orgasm. She couldn't possibly imagine how if it ever did happen.
She moved her fingers to her own tits and started massaging her brown nipples. She closed her eyes and felt herself coming hard. Richard's tongue continued to work inside of her, and she had a tremendous urge to scream out.
However, she heard some people talking through the curtains and suddenly remembered that they were in the back of the store. There was no way she could scream out for someone would surely come running back and catch Richard with his head buried in her cunt.
So she clamped her lips shut and started a mumbling kind of moaning, almost as if she was trying to restrain herself from making any loud noise. Richard could sense it and he licked her harder to purposely make her come harder.
His hands slid under her sweaty buttocks and he clenched the pliant flesh between his fingers. He started pinching her ass cheeks and moved one finger to her tender asshole. He knew how much she loved to have her asshole fucked and began to finger-fuck her while he continued licking out her sweet juices.
He stopped a few minutes later because she sounded so out of breath. When he started to climb on top of her and push her back on the bed, she spread her legs so that his still-hard cock was rubbing against her pussy. He made no move to enter her right away but kept rubbing his cock against her.
He moved his lips to hers and kissed her harder than ever. She felt him pressing his weight down on top of her body and suddenly felt so happy that she was there. It had been too long since she had felt a man's body next to hers and she vowed that she was never going to wait this long again.
"You're great," he said to her, kissing her ear.
"You're not so bad yourself," she laughed. "You had me coming in all directions."
"I've never seen you come quite like that before," he said. "It was like there was so much inside of you waiting to be released."
"There was," she said, and then she went on to explain to him how she dreamed of him every night but just couldn't bring herself to masturbate with Miss Jane in the next bed. She explained how Jane Beardsly gave off the appearance of being too classy and much too proper to ever have a sexual feeling.
He started to laugh when she said that, and she felt him bite her shoulder jokingly.
"No one is too proper to have sexual feelings," he said to her.
"You should meet Miss Jane," Pamela told her.
"I have. She's been in here a few times. Look, baby, when you work in a small town you get to know everyone and see everyone. I think that she's an extremely lovely woman, underneath it all if you know what I mean."
Pamela smiled. She certainly did. It seemed that everyone who ever saw Miss Jane thought the same thing about her, for Pamela had talked with some of the other teachers at the school. She had sat one night in the reading room and had gotten into a conversation with Shelley Polott, the Math teacher at the school. Shelley was in her thirties, too, and this was her third year teaching at the school.
"You must know Miss Jane very well then," Pamela had said to the Shelley. "Tell me what you think about her."
"There's not much to think," Shelley had said to her. "Miss Jane is a devoted teacher. All she thinks about are her girls. She wants the best for them and therefore always tries to give them the best of everything."
Pamela had smiled at Shelley because Shelley sounded just like Miss Jane.
When it came to talking about sex though, Shelley was different.
"Do you think she ever had a lover?" Pamela asked.
"I don't know," Shelley said to her. "I've only had one lover myself and I'll admit that I masturbate quite frequently to relieve myself of whatever sexual tension I have at the time. I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Jane did the same thing although as far as her appearance goes, she seems perfectly sexless."
That had been everyone's summary of Miss Jane, and now Pamela was hearing it from Richard himself. She moved her hand to his shirt and opened a few buttons so she could rub his soft chest fur.
"Have you ever thought about fucking Miss Jane?" she asked him.
"What? Are you crazy?"
"She happens to have a great body underneath her clothing," Pamela said. "I've seen her naked and she has a great figure."
"Tell her to display it a little better and maybe she'll turn me on," Richard said to her. "Right now I think she's sexless."
Richard was grinding his stiff cock against her cunt, waiting for the sensations to really rise before plunging into her. He could feel her cunt lips almost kissing the swollen head of his cock and he moved his hand down there and grabbed a firm hold of his shaft so he could rub the head there even more.
"I wonder about her sometimes," Pamela said to Richard.
"Who?"
"Miss Jane. She seems like such a nice woman in so many ways, only she's so withdrawn, so set in her ways. So staunch that you'd never think she could change."
"If she has a cunt then she has to have feelings down there," Richard said, kissing her nose for a second. "Did you ever look? Maybe she has no slit."
"Looked to see if she has a cunt slit? Of course I've looked. I mean ... well, it's only natural for me to look at her cunt when she undresses. That's why I said she has a nice body. She has lovely large tits and thick blonde hair."
"Why don't you fuck her?" Richard asked.
She suddenly looked at him so strangely. She couldn't believe that he said something like that to her, even jokingly. Sex had always been a serious matter with her, yet here he was joking about her having a lesbian affair. He seemed to notice that she was shocked and explained.
"Hey, look, I was only kidding. I just sometimes think that she's very masculine when she comes in here. I always thought that running a school for girls was the kind of thing that dykes always did. After all, think of that young, nubile, pre-pubescent flesh. Ah, the thought of it makes me even harder."
"You're a sick man," she said to him, jokingly. "Would you shut up already and fuck me? I have to get back soon."
"You see," he told her, picking his ass up a little and moving his cock head right between her wet cunt lips. "I knew it would work."
"What?"
"All this talk about sex and my cock rubbing against your cunt has made you so horny that you were just begging me to fuck you."
She laughed a little. It was just like Richard to think of something like that. Her laughter ended however, when she felt him plunge his cock deep into her cunt. She felt his belly slapping against hers as their groins met and then she wrapped her legs around his ass and started to massage his buttocks.
She could control how fast he moved in and out of her by the amount of space she gave him with her buttock-rubbing legs. At times, she would only let him pull out of her cunt a little by keeping her legs wrapped tightly around his ass. That was when she felt a need inside of herself to be filled.
After that need would subside a little and she would want her clit stimulated so that she would come more, she'd ease up a bit and Richard would start deep and fast thrusts. His cock slid in and out of her creamy cunt so easily and there were times when she felt him pulsating hard and she wouldn't let him move again.
"Richard, keep that cock up," she whispered in his ear. "Don't go all the way for an orgasm yet, okay?"
He moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard. Their bodies were completely stationary except for the rhythmic movement of his ass and his fucking cock. She felt her hard brown nipples pressing against his naked hairy chest and loved the feeling of the fine brown chest hairs.
She thought of Miss Jane for a second and wondered how the woman would react to a naked hard cock. She decided, no matter what, that she and Miss Jane were going to have a long talk about sex that night. She decided that they had been sharing a room together for over two weeks and she knew as little about the woman as she had when she first started working at the school.
It was only natural that she wanted to be closer to the woman, especially if they Were to continue sharing the same room for the rest of the school term, and possibly even for the next term.
She could feel her orgasm on the rise just then and she started rocking her ass around so that his cock was grinding inside of her cunt. She wanted him to not only move in and out but all around so that his thick bone would stretch her cunt walls more. As she felt the cock skin tingling her clit even more and closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around his back.
"Fucking shit," she moaned, "I'm coming."
He could feel the way her cunt was spasming hard around his cock now and he started thrusting into her harder than ever. It was the way she was used to it when she was in the middle of coming, he knew, and he wanted to give her everything that she was used to. He could feel his own cock pulsing rapidly and he clenched his ass and groin muscles to try and hold back his coming.
The tension continue to mount and he felt his leg muscles stiffening as he tried to hold back still. His cock was like a flaming rod inside of her cunt then and he knew that trying to hold. back any longer would be senseless. Sometimes, he tried to hold back for too long a time and then the orgasm wasn't as satisfying as he thought it would be if he had come earlier.
This seemed like one of the times. He had held back long enough and the come seemed to have already worked its way through his tube. He shot a thick load of come deep into her cunt and then continued to pump forth his cream. He could feel it mixing with her Own secreting cunt juices and that made the sliding so much easier.
He started panting as he lost his breath, then moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her as he continued pumping. They were both moving together now and she would raise her ass up off the bed each time he pulled back so that his cock wouldn't fall from her cunt. She wanted him to stimulate her clit for as long as he possibly could.
When Richard realized what she was trying to do, he pulled his cock from her cunt completely and then started sliding down between her legs.
He moved his mouth to her pussy lips and began to eat out all the creamy nectar of her cunt, deciding that this juicy combination of their orgasms had to be just about the best feast imaginable.
He made sure to lick her clit every so often, just to keep her excited, but the true idea as far as he was concerned was only to lick her dry so that she wouldn't even have to bother cleaning herself up when it was all over. With each flick of his tongue he took another creamy load into his mouth and swallowed it.
Finally, he could feel her cunt walls getting drier and he knew that it was time to pull out of her completely. He knew that he had to be getting back to work because his boss was due back soon and would be mad if he found him there.
He pulled his tongue from her cunt and then rested his chin on her black pussy patch.
"That was a delicious treat," he said to her.
"I wish it wouldn't end," she told him. "I wish that I could stay here forever. Have you heard anything about when you'll take over the store?"
"No," he said to her. "But even when I do, it's going to take some time because you can't expect us to both live in this room."
"No," she said, looking around, "you're right about that."
He pulled his head off her cunt and then got up off the cot. He started to stuff his limp and satisfied cock back into his pants and then button his shirt. Pamela took it as a sign that the fuck was over, which she had expected anyway.
She sat up and pulled her dress back up over her shoulders, slipping her arms into the sleeves. She buttoned the front, patting her tits into a comfortable position. Then she stood up and pushed the dress down around her legs.
She didn't wear her dress as long as Miss Jane wore hers, for even though the woman had given Pamela the teaching uniforms, Pamela had taken it upon herself to shorten' them because they looked terrible any other way.
"Are you ready?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said, seeing him standing in front of the black curtain. He pulled it open and then stepped out into the store.
"Any customers come in while I was out, Tina?" he asked the girl.
"A few," she said to him. "Did you two have fun back there?"
He smiled at her and Pamela was a little upset when he reached out and pinched her ass cheek. She squealed with delight. Pamela suddenly interrupted.
"I think I should be getting back," she said to him. "But I did come into town on a true mission. I need ten pounds of string beans."
"Do you want to weigh them, Tina?" he asked the girl. "We'll be outside by the car when you have the sack. Put it on Jane Beardsly's account."
Pamela was happy when they walked outside. She leaned against the school station wagon and folded her arms across her chest. Richard could tell that something was bothering her and when he asked, she told him.
"I just don't like the way you pinched her ass," she said, "that's all. You two seem like you're pretty close."
"We are," he said. "We work together. We're the only two besides the boss who runs this store. Of course we're close."
"How close?" Pamela asked him.
"You mean did I ever fuck her? If that's what you want to know, then the answer is negative. I told you that you're the only one for me."
Pamela smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
"I'm sorry I suspected anything else," she said to him.
Just then Tina walked out of the store and she handed a large brown paper bag to Pamela. She smiled faintly at the girl and then turned to go back into the store.
"Well," Pamela said, "I guess I'd better be going. I should get these back to the cook so she can make them before the kids storm in for dinner."
"You take care, then," he said, patting her on the ass as she turned to get into the station wagon. She started the car, then he leaned in to say one more thing. "And you watch out that Miss Jane doesn't try fucking you."
"Oh, Richard," she said, laughing, "you're such a card."
He stood there watching her pull out, and stayed outside of the store until he saw her car drive out of sight. When he walked in, Tina looked up from the register.
"Who was that?" she asked him.
"An old girlfriend of mine who got a job teaching up at Miss Jane's School For Girls. Don't worry, she's no threat to you."
Tina leaned over and kissed Richard on the lips. Those were the kinds of things that she liked to hear.
She had been hearing them ever since he had started working at the store and was sure she'd hear them again.
CHAPTER THREE
Pamela ate with the second dinner shift that night because she knew that was when Miss Jane usually ate also. All meals were divided into three shifts and each group alternated the shifts from week to week. In that way, it was easier for the cook to serve ten at a time, rather than one whole group of thirty students.
The teachers were allowed to eat whenever they wanted since they were allowed to go into the kitchen and make up their own plates. Pamela took a seat opposite Miss Jane and smiled at the older woman.
"Did you have a good trip into town this afternoon?" Miss Jane asked.
"Yes," Pamela said. "I haven't had a really good chance to explore the town yet but it looks so quaint."
"It is," Miss Jane said. "I like it. Let me ask you something, though. The cook found three bags of string beans about fifteen minutes after you left here for town. Do you know anything about them?"
"No," Pamela lied. "What makes you ask?"
"I just remembered that the first person who recommended me to you was the young man who works at the vegetable store in town. Do you know him?"
"Yes," Pamela said. As long as Miss Jane was asking, she decided that there was no use denying any of it. Besides, she thought, it would be a great way to lead their conversation toward sex and then she might be able to find out just what Miss Jane did to relieve herself of those common physical urges.
"Did you go there to see him today?" Miss Jane asked.
"Yes. And no," she quickly added. "I mean, I did go to see him, but my first and most important reason for going was to get the vegetables."
"I see."
Pamela looked down the table at the ten girls who were sitting there. She knew each and every one of them rather well, so she thought, since she did see them for one hour every day. She smiled at Lisa Weiss, one of her favorite students.
When Miss Jane noticed this she spoke quickly.
"Lisa was punished today for being rowdy in my class. I told her that she couldn't watch any television for the week and also insisted that she read the Lawrence book you assigned and hand me a book report next week."
"You expect her to read the book in one week?" Pamela asked.
"Why, do you have any objections?" the woman said.
"No, it's just that the book is rather complex, you see, and I don't know if she'll understand it all, particularly if she is being forced to read the book."
"Well," Miss Jane said, picking at her string beans, "I'll just have to read her book report and see next week then, won't I?"
Pamela sometimes thought that Miss Jane could be too cold and bitchy, and this was certainly one of those times. All that the woman did by insisting one of the girls read a book was make them hate the literature even more. Yet there was nothing that Pamela could do since it was Miss Jane's school.
Still, she hated the way the woman treated Lisa. Pamela happened to think that Lisa was one of the brightest and most fun students in the school.
As soon as Pamela thought of that, she suddenly realized why Miss Jane must have hated the girl so much. She hated her because Lisa always looked like she was having fun, whereas Miss Jane always looked so staunch and disciplined.
"I'd like to read the report when you finish it," Pamela said to Miss Jane.
"Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"I'm glad," Pamela said, "because I happen to like Lisa a great deal. I'll be very interested in seeing how she writes a book report."
Miss Jane's ears perked up as soon as she heard Pamela saying how much she liked Lisa. She wondered in what sense the younger woman meant. For Miss Jane knew how she felt about Lisa. She was sexually attracted to the girl, just as much as she was sexually attracted to Pamela.
When Miss Jane thought about Lisa's red buttocks she could feel herself getting wet between the legs.
"I'd like you to meet Richard one day," Pamela said, finishing her meat loaf.
"Who?" Miss Jane asked.
"Richard. The man who works at the vegetable store. I hadn't seen him in a long time and it was so good to see him after a while. It relieved so much that I was feeling, if you know what I mean?"
"No, what do you mean?" Miss Jane asked.
"Sexually," Pamela whispered so that none of the other girls could hear. "I don't know about you but I was used to sleeping with a man once a day, if not more, for almost three years. So having to go without a man for two weeks has been very hard for me. I wonder how all the other teachers around here manage to keep their sexual urges in control? Do you know?"
Miss Jane couldn't believe what the younger woman had just asked her. She was completely shocked, and couldn't hide the look on her face. In some ways, she could hardly understand why she was shocked herself, since talking sex was one thing she had always hoped she and Pamela Bellows might do. For talking sex, Miss Jane knew, usually led to the actual thing and there was nothing that she would have liked to do better than to lick Pamela's black-haired pussy.
It had always happened to her this way, though, she knew. Whenever someone she was deeply attracted to started talking sex, she would always retreat into herself. Sometimes she told herself that she was just scared of labeling herself a 'lesbian' because even though she had had sex with men before, she had always fantasized about women.
"Miss Bellows," she said, suddenly taking on a proper attitude, "I don't know what makes you ask me something like that but I do wish you would watch your language."
"What for?" Pamela asked.
"Because the young ladies are eating down here and one of them might have overheard you. Haven't you ever though of that possibility?"
"Of course I have, but I don't think that I said anything that would offend them. I don't remember saying any dirty words at all. I just said the word 'sex' and nothing else about it."
"Still, this is a proper school."
Pamela really couldn't believe Miss Jane's attitude. She could somehow sense that the woman was holding something inside and decided that she was going to find out what it was. She decided that the time wasn't right at the dinner table, since that seemed to be the older woman's only excuse for not talking.
After dinner some of the girls retired to the television room while a few others went to the game room.
The only one who seemed to go upstairs to her room was Lisa Weiss, and as Pamela Bellows saw the young girl walking Up the stairs she stopped her for a second.
"I'm sorry about the punishment," she said. "If you're having any trouble with the book, talk to me about it. I realize it's going to be a hard book to read in a week so I'll give you any help that you need."
Lisa suddenly leaned over and kissed Pamela on the cheek.
"God, you're so sweet," she said. "Too bad you can't run the school."
Then Lisa turned, her long black hair flying, and she started to run up the stairs. Pamela felt very satisfied with herself and started walking up to her room to do some reading, too. She knew that many of the students thought the teachers didn't have much work to do at night, but she knew better. There was always a lot of reading and preparation that she had to do because she couldn't walk into a class and improvise. She had to know exactly what she was going to do.
Just as she started on her way up, Pamela heard a voice.
"That was a very nice, touching speech you just made," Miss Jane Beardsly said to her, and Pamela felt herself starting to tremble as she turned around. It was obvious that Miss Jane had heard everything she had said to Lisa.
Even though she was trembling, Pamela decided to play it cool. '
"I'm sorry you didn't like what I told her," she said.
"That's not what I said. I just think that it's very generous of you to offer yourself to the students after class."
The way Miss Jane said it made things sound so bad, Pamela thought.
"Look," she said, "I only wanted to make sure that Lisa doesn't grow up hating Lawrence's writing because you forced the first book on her, that's all."
"You think she'll hate him because the book's forced on her?"
"You don't? I remember what it was like for me in high school when the teachers told us we were going to read Shakespeare. We weren't ready for it but they forced it on us. Anyway, I hated it, until I was ready to take it in college. But forcing something on someone is not going to make them like it."
Miss Jane wondered if Pamela was talking about sex, too. She wondered what would happen if she forced herself on the younger woman.
Pamela thought she had said enough to the woman and she turned and started running up the stairs to their room. When she got there she took out her briefcase and started making up her plans for the next day's lessons.
She didn't know how long it was before Miss Jane stepped into the room, although she knew she had gotten most of her work done.
"I'm sorry if I came off like such a bitch," Miss Jane said, sitting on her bed and looking over at Pamela, who sat on hers.
"You don't have to apologize," Pamela said, but as long as Miss Jane did she felt like they were friends again. Pamela decided to put her papers away and thought that as long as they were alone, maybe they could continue their dinner conversation. She asked Miss Jane about it.
"Which part of the conversation do you mean?" Miss Jane asked.
"We were just getting ready to talk about sex," Pamela said.
"So we were," Miss Jane said to her, "so we were. Now what kinds of things do you want to know about sex?"
Pamela started laughing, and when she saw Miss Jane looking upset she decided to explain herself.
"I know all that I have to know about sex," Pamela said. "As I said, I went into town today to see Richard and now I feel so much better."
"In what way?" Miss Jane asked. Pamela looked at her with a rather shocked face.
"Sexually, of course, that's what we're talking about. I just wonder how some people manage to maintain themselves here. I just can't seem to understand it. I had a tremendous sexual urge during the first two weeks so far. I mean, to spell it out quite plainly, I was horny as hell."
Miss Jane sat there and wanted to hit herself. If she had known how horny Pamela Bellows had been, she would have definitely gotten into bed with the woman. She sat there with a blank look on her face.
"But then I saw Richard," Pamela continued. "We just had a short little thing this afternoon, but you don't know how much better I feel for it. That's why I was wondering what most of the teachers do around here."
"For what?" Miss Jane asked, and Pamela still couldn't believe that the woman hadn't caught on.
"Because they're horny. It's a normal human need," Pamela started saying. "Sex is one of the best things in the world and while I'm teaching here I feel so far removed from men. I felt like masturbating but I just couldn't. It's such a waste."
"Masturbating?" Miss Jane asked, feeling a pleasant tingle in her cunt. "And tell me something, have you masturbated while you've been here?"
"No, never," Pamela said to the woman. "Do you?"
"No," Miss Jane lied.
"Then what do you do? You still haven't answered my question."
"Perhaps I don't do anything," Miss Jane said to her. "Have you ever thought of that possibility? All people do not have the same sex drives."
Pamela was shaking her head and agreeing with the woman. Now she was beginning to believe that Miss Jane's spinster image was certainly no image. She was starting to think that the woman really was a spinster, in all senses of the word. She wouldn't have been surprised to learn that Miss Jane was still a virgin and decided that she was going to have to ask her the truth about that.
"Are you crazy?" Miss Jane asked. "Darling, I'm thirty-five years old. Do you think that I've never had sex with anyone just because I say that I don't have such strong urges. Of course I'm not a virgin, but I don't consider myself flighty."
"Flighty?"
"Yes, like you. Any girl who has to run into town so she can get her fill of a man is what I'd call flighty."
"Miss Jane," Pamela said, trying to remain as calm as she possibly could because the urge to slap the woman across the face was incredible, "I do not call a normal sex drive and then the need to have it filled flighty. I think you've been living up here too long. A whole sexual revolution has swept the country and you're allowed to admit that you like it now. It's no sin for a woman to say she likes fucking."
"Miss Bellows, I don't want you thinking that just because you come from New York you're so much more advanced than us upstate people. I know there has been a tremendous sexual revolution throughout the country, but just because it's happened it doesn't mean that I have to change my morals."
"And what are those morals?" Pamela asked. "Are you planning to repress all urges that you feel in your cunt for the rest of your life?"
"Cunt! Fucking! Really, young lady, your language is vulgar and disgusting. If I had known you had such words in your vocabulary before I had hired you, I might have reconsidered my decision."
It was so hard to suppress her own feelings, and Miss Jane was having a hard time. She was lying to Pamela. Everything she was saying was a complete and total lie. She had sexual urges just like everyone else yet she couldn't admit them to anyone. It hurt her so much to have to argue with Pamela like this, particularly when all she wanted to do was hop into bed with her and lick her cunt.
But they had gotten too deeply involved in their conversation and Miss Jane just, couldn't think of changing her position now. She didn't know what Pamela would think if she suddenly came out and told her how much she wanted to fuck her.
She was completely surprised by what Pamela said next, however.
"Well," the black-haired girl said, "I think that if you feel that way right now we might as well talk about it. Maybe I shouldn't be working here after all."
"What?"
"Would you like me to hand in my resignation or would you rather fire me? I don't care. It's all up to you."
"What?"
"That's obviously what this whole thing is leading to, so we might as well let it all out right now. If you don't want me working here because of my sexual attitudes, which I think are rather normal, then I'll leave."
"Where will you go?" Miss Jane asked her. The woman was very distressed but she tried not to show it. She hadn't even implied that she wanted Pamela to leave. Saying that she would have reconsidered her decision to hire the girl had just been a figure of speech. As far as her teaching went, Pamela Bellows was surely one of the best teachers she had ever had at the school. As far as her beauty went, it was beyond compare.
"I can always live with Richard," Pamela lied, and as she said that she started to put all her papers back in her briefcase. She snapped it shut and then looked at the older woman. "Well, I'm exhausted and I think I'm going to turn in early. You can let me know tomorrow if you want me to stay or go. I really don't care one way or the other, so long as your school maintains the discipline you want."
With that, Pamela stood up and started to undress. Miss Jane lay on her bed and as she watched the unveiling of the body she longed for, she could feel her cunt starting to get wet. Pamela opened her blouse and her two firm tits were on display. Miss Jane studied how the two brown nipples sat so high and perfectly centered on the lovely white mound of flesh. As Pamela bent down to pull off her skirt. Miss Jane watched the way her two tits hung.
She had a tremendous desire to cup each tit in her hand and massage the nipples so that they would get stiff and turn Pamela on. She dreamed of turning the young girl on so much that she would forget everything about leaving the school.
Pamela slid her skirt down and then began taking off her panty hose. As she pulled the white hose down past her belly, Miss Jane could already see the top of Pamela's thick black pussy bush and she wanted to lick the hairs. As Pamela pushed the hose down all the way, Miss Jane felt her cunt starting to spasm with pleasure.
Pamela's body was perfect and as she stood there in her full glory Miss Jane could hardly move. She was totally overwhelmed with this body and felt the desire building up inside of her. It was mounting more and more and every thought she had was of Pamela. Miss Jane knew why.
There was a chance of her losing Pamela. She didn't know yet if she wanted the girl to stay or leave, but as she watched Pamela climb into bed, still naked, she started thinking of a few things.
This night would be the perfect night to make love to Pamela, she knew. First of all, if the young woman didn't like it, then Miss Jane could just ask her to leave. Best of all, she knew, was the fact that if she did like it, the two of them would probably come to a better understanding.
"Goodnight," she heard Pamela say, and then the girl rolled over on her side so that the smooth white curve of her back faced Miss Jane.
Jane sat there looking at the lovely form of her roommate and then started to undress herself. Every part of her wanted to climb into that bed with Pamela but there was some fear that held her back. Miss Jane opened the top few buttons of her dress and then lifted her ass up as she slid it down her shoulders and legs.
In a matter of seconds, the older woman was lying on her bed, completely naked. She moved her hands down between her legs and started to massage her cunt lips.
As she did, she looked over at Pamela still. She started seeing visions of Pamela rolling over so that her two melon-like tits were in full view. She saw visions of Pamela looking over at her masturbating and then inviting her into her bed. She could see Pamela pulling down the covers and spreading her legs so that Miss Jane could move her mouth between them and start eating her cunt.
All this made Miss Jane's whole body shake as she felt an orgasm on the rise. She started to insert her fingers inside of her cunt and two of them found her stiffened little clit. She squeezed it between her fingers and then moaned softly as she felt her cunt walls getting wetter and spasming with anticipation.
She moved her other hand to her breast and raised it so that she could lick her own. nipple. As she did that, though, something started to happen.
She couldn't feel anything. All sexual feelings suddenly left her body and she knew why. Her body was telling her something. Masturbation wasn't enough now and it was as if her body was telling her that she had to climb into bed with the younger teacher now if she wanted to have a satisfying orgasm.
Miss Jane tried to fight it at first. She fingered her clit harder and wiggled it back and forth. Then, when she felt a need to be filled, she pushed her fingers into her cunt even deeper and started to stretch and massage her elastic-like cunt walls. This was the way she was used to bringing herself off, only nothing was happening.
She finally decided that she had to do it. Miss Jane stood up and then walked over to their bedroom door. She turned the lock, for even though she was sure no one would walk into their room without knocking, she just wanted the extra comfort of knowing that they couldn't.
When she turned around she could see Pamela had pushed the covers down a little. She looked at the two ripe breasts on the younger woman and she could see how stiff the nipples were already. Pamela must have been thinking something sexual, she told herself.
As she walked back toward the beds, she was headed toward Pamela's this time. She was sure that the younger woman was already sleeping, and as she stood over the bed she reached down and began pushing the covers down.
She watched as more and more of Pamela's white back was revealed to her, then saw where her hips began and the shapely curves of her buttocks. Miss Jane pushed the covers all the way down the black-haired girl's legs and then slowly climbed into the bed.
The blonde woman pressed her wet cunt against Pamela's white buttocks and started to grind it there. At the same time, she moved one hand around and began to finger the girl's stiff nipple. She pinched it gently and then plucked at it.
Pamela moaned softly and Miss Jane was loving it. She moved her fingers up to the girl's mouth and then touched her lips. Slowly, Pamela began to stick her tongue out and lick the woman's fingers. In a few seconds, Miss Jane could feel her fingers dripping with saliva, and then Pamela was sucking them into her mouth.
She started sucking on them hard, moaning at the same time. Miss Jane was sure the sleeping girl thought she was sucking a cock, for she was sucking hard and her tongue was always working at the tips of the fingers.
Miss Jane watched as Pamela started moving her own hands down between her legs. As she did she rolled over on her back and Miss Jane moved out of the way so that Pamela would have the room to stretch out. When she looked down over the girl's naked body she wanted to lick her everywhere.
Ever so slowly, she moved her mouth down to the girl's tit and started running her tongue around the nipple. She didn't actually touch the stiff brown dart right away. Instead, she licked the white creamy flesh all over, and then, when Pamela started to push her chest up hard, Miss Jane knew it was time for a nipple-attack.
She placed her lips around the nipple and then started to flick her tongue in and out of her mouth. She heard Pamela moaning even louder, and when she took the time to look she could see how fast the girl was moving her fingers in and out of her cunt.
That wasn't what Miss Jane wanted. When Pamela came, Miss Jane wanted to lick the creamy juices out. She didn't want them getting all over the girl's fingers. She also didn't want Pamela bringing herself off so fast.
The idea was to take it nice and slow.
So Miss Jane slid her hands down the girl's flat belly, playing with her navel for a few seconds. Her mouth had moved on to the other tit and she was giving the nipple the same kind of workout she had given the first brown one. She slid her hand down over Pamela's lily-white hand and slowly pulled it from between her legs. The girl put up a little struggle to try and keep them inside her cunt, but as Miss Jane pulled Pamela's fingers out she started to massage the girl's wet cunt lips with her own.
It was as if Pamela sensed that someone else was going to massage her cunt for when Miss Jane started stroking her cunt lips, she pulled her hand away willingly.
Miss Jane looked up at the happy smile on the girl's face. Pamela was beginning to breathe heavier then, and it was almost like a combination of her regular sleeping and an approaching orgasm. Miss Jane slid her fingers into the girl's cunt and felt her eager clit. She started to massage it softly and Pamela began to thrust her ass up and down off the bed. She was hot.
When Miss Jane felt the quick spasms of Pamela's cunt, she knew that there was no way she would be able to keep the girl from coming so fast. Pamela was obviously on her way up the orgasmic scale, and Miss Jane, sensing all that and wanting the delicious cunt juices as a festive treat, started licking her way down the girl's body, fast.
She ran her tongue over Pamela's belly and pulled her fingers from the girl's cunt as she repositioned her body and moved her mouth there instead. She spread Pamela's legs even more and then lifted her ass up off the bed.
She shoved the girl's legs over her shoulder and then moved her head down to the cunt. She started to lick Pamela's dripping wet cunt lips with a tremendous amount of gusto. As soon as she licked the lips once she felt her tongue sliding between them and moving right into the girl's tunnel.
The taste had Miss Jane's head spinning. It was only the third cunt she had ever licked in her life. Merrily's had been the first and they had had good times together. Then there was Lisa's cunt, which the teacher had licked that afternoon. She still wanted to taste Lisa again, under better circumstances.
As she felt the steady rush of cunt juices being secreted from the spasming pussy walls, she decided that Pamela's was by far the tastiest and juiciest cunt she had had the good fortune to lick.
As she clamped her mouth against the pussy lips and started sucking the cunt a little bit, she looked up at Pamela. The girl had moved her hands to her own tits and was starting to pinch them rather hard. Her large chest was rising and falling the more she was worked up. Yet it seemed like she was definitely sleeping.
Miss Jane didn't mind that too much, so long as the girl didn't complain.
But then, Pamela suddenly opened her eyes and she looked down at Miss Jane. The older blonde woman started to panic.
"Miss Jane," Pamela said, having trouble getting her words out because she was in the middle of a tremendously satisfying orgasm, "what do you think you're doing?"
Miss Jane started to flick her tongue into the cunt even harder then, making sure to work the clit back and forth at all times. It was now a matter of keeping Pamela satisfied so that she wouldn't complain.
Even though her eyes were open now and she looked shocked, the younger woman was still thrusting her ass up and down and hitting Miss Jane in the face. Miss Jane could smell the strong womanly odor each time her nose was buried in Pamela's pubic hairs. But it was the taste that kept her going.
Her fingers clenched the younger woman's buttocks and she could feel the passion sweat building up on each ass cheek. She rubbed the sweat all over the curved ass and then started pulling the buttocks apart and stroking the fine line of the ass crack. Her eyes stayed with the girl's face at all times, though. There were moments when Pamela would close her eyes and look like she was in a state of ecstasy, running her long slinky tongue all over her lips. But there were just as many moments when the girl would open her eyes and look down between her legs at Miss Jane.
She didn't know if Pamela was happy for what she was doing, or mad at her.
Somehow, she didn't care.
She loved the sweet cunt flavor.
She had her mouth clinging to those cunt lips, her tongue working its way inside. She was able to bring Pamela off to a sensationally high orgasm. She knew it was happening by the way the cunt walls were spasming, but even more, by the way the girl closed her eyes and then started moaning softly and steadily. She continued moving her hips up and down, but now she was doing it at a much slower pace.
Miss Jane was feasting on the pussy cream, licking it all out with her tongue and not even taking the time to savor the flavor because there was still so much more coming. Pamela's cunt stopped spasming eventually and when she did, Miss Jane licked out the last of the cream and then gently lowered the girl's ass on the bed, sliding her hands out slowly.
Miss Jane licked her way back up the girl's body, wondering how she was going to respond overall.
Pamela opened her arms for the woman to lie in, then moved her fingers to Miss Jane's stiff pink nipples. She moved her mouth to the woman's and kissed her hard.
"You really had me fooled," she said to Miss Jane.
"What do you mean?"
"All night you're coming off like a goddamn prude and then you seduce me while I'm sleeping. Did all that talk about sex make you horny?"
"As a matter-of-fact, it did," Miss Jane said. "I lied to you about my sexual urges. I've had them for the longest time."
"And you've finally unleashed them on me, didn't you? Why, you're a regular experienced cunt-licker, aren't you?"
Somehow, the sex talk didn't offend Miss Jane this time. In face, she took it as a tremendous compliment that the woman had called her a cunt-licker.
"I hope you're not offended," Miss Jane said. "I knew that I had to finally lick your cunt tonight because there was a chance of your leaving tomorrow."
"Of course I'm not offended," Pamela said. "Remember, I come from New York. I won't deny the fact that I've made it with women before, although it's never been as satisfying as it just was."
Even as she spoke Pamela was moving her'. hand down Miss Jane's white belly and then into her curly blonde pussy patch. She started to rub the pubic mound, letting her fingers wander down to the cunt lips and massaging them every so often.
"I also hope this means that I won't have to leave tomorrow, because, to tell you the truth, I don't have anyplace else to go."
"You mean the boy in town doesn't want you?"
"Oh, he does," Pamela said. "It's only that he's just a worker there right now but he's supposed to take over the store in about a year. He lives in the back room right now which is just a two-by-four little nothing of a room."
"Isn't that odd?" Miss Jane asked. "And I thought that he owned the store already. I was really under the impression that old man Rogers had left."
Pamela didn't say anything to the woman. Mr. Rogers was the name of the man Richard said owned the store, but why would he lie to her about his not having left?
"Anyway," Pamela said, changing the subject, "I do like it here a lot, and I do like you a lot. I've always thought that you were beautiful, particularly when I've seen you in the buff."
"And what about the way I dress?" Miss Jane asked.
Pamela slid her fingers into the woman's cunt and started to play with her clit. She was quite impressed with how wet and responsive the lovely naked blonde was. As one hand worked Miss Jane's cunt, the other moved to the tight bun that her hair was still in. Pamela started pulling out the pins very slowly.
"You dress like your average, everyday spinster," Pamela said. "I'm only trying to be honest with you. I think that you have one of the most desirable bodies I've ever seen on a woman, only you never dress to your own advantage. You dress as if you want to hide the good body you have."
"There's no reason for me to display myself," Miss Jane said.
"Maybe not for you, but you have the kind of body that would make everyone turn their heads, if only you'd dress to show it."
Pamela kissed Miss Jane on the cheek and then softly on the lips. She had had enough talk. Right now she wanted to taste Miss Jane's fine body. She let her tongue slide down to the woman's tits and then she started to suck the hard pink nipples. At the same time her fingers continued to work in Miss Jane's cunt, sliding in and out and making her even wetter than she already was.
"Oh, Pamela," Miss Jane moaned, "I've dreamed of this moment ever since I've met you. I was hoping you wouldn't be turned off."
"Ssh," Pamela said to her.
Talk would only interfere with the lovemaking, the young woman knew. She flicked her tongue out at the stiff pink nipple and then moved her mouth to the other one. By this time, she had pulled Miss Jane's hair out of the bun completely and she started stroking the long silky blonde strands.
She didn't stay with the nipples too long because she wanted to taste Miss Jane's cunt. Pamela positioned herself with her spread legs over Miss Jane's face and then moved her mouth down to the woman's wet cunt.
As she started to lick the lips and then the clit, she could feel Miss Jane sticking her tongue out and licking her back. Miss Jane wasn't putting too much of an effort into the licking but Pamela couldn't blame her.
She didn't even expect Miss Jane to lick her because now it was her turn to satisfy Miss Jane. She had only put herself in that position so her fragrant cunt odor would turn the blonde woman on even more. As she felt Miss Jane's cunt beginning to spasm she rubbed her hanging tits against the woman's belly. Her stiff nipples tingled when they touched Miss Jane's belly and Pamela was getting turned on all over again.
But she knew there would be time for Miss Jane to satisfy her once more. The night was young and they had all the time in the world. With that thought in mind, Pamela started slurping the woman's creamy juices out of her cunt.
What neither one of them realized was the fact that they were being spied on. Lisa Weiss, having read part of her punishment assignment and having had trouble understanding the first few chapters, had decided to come and see Miss Bellows for help.
When she walked to the door and heard moaning, she bent down by the keyhole and looked inside. That was when she had seen Miss Jane licking Miss Bellows' cunt. At first she had been shocked, but as she watched the two of them massaging each other and making love to each other, she hated Miss Jane even more. The woman was a hypocrite, as far as Lisa was concerned, and a dyke, at that.
Lisa decided that the whole school was going to have to know.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa stood outside of the room, peering in through the keyhole for almost a-half an hour. As the women continued to switch positions so that they could eat each other out, she was growing more and more infuriated.
Just that afternoon, Miss Jane had punished her for masturbating and now she was watching the woman making love to another woman. Lisa wanted to kill her.
She didn't mind the fact that Pamela Bellows was so actively involved herself. She had always thought Pamela was a nice woman and teacher, and figured that the woman had to have normal sex urges.
Miss Jane was another story, however. Lisa didn't mind that the woman had strong sex urges, but she did mind that the woman was a hypocrite. She was convinced even more of the fact that Miss Jane had intentionally been trying to lick her cunt that afternoon during the caning. When the woman said she had only been licking her buttocks to soothe the pain, she had been lying.
She had been trying to move her tongue to Lisa's cunt, the fifteen-year-old knew now, but she just hadn't been brazen enough to come out and do it.
Lisa was just watching Miss Jane walk to her drawer and pull out a dildo when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Some of the girls were just coming up for the evening and Lisa quickly stood up, straightened out her dress, and then started walking down to her room. On the way, she met Jenny Farth.
Jenny, being her best friend, was going to be the first to know, she decided.
"Hi," the brown-haired girl said. "How's the book?"
"It stinks," Lisa said, catching up with her friend and beginning to walk with her to their room. "I'll never finish it. But Miss Bellows said she'd help."
"That's nice of her," Jenny said, opening the door to their room.
Lisa wished that only the two of them shared the room because she didn't know when she was going to be able to talk to Jenny about what the teachers had done. She knew she couldn't talk with all the other girls in the room. She didn't want them knowing anything about it until she and Jenny spoke.
Lisa looked over at Debbie Lyon, the teacher's pet, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to say anything while Debbie was awake because the girl had a good sense of hearing and she would certainly run and tell Miss Jane everything.
Jenny was beginning to undress and Lisa couldn't help but notice the fine body on her friend. She and Jenny had spoken to each other the first week there and they had talked about sex and how much they didn't know.
As Jenny opened her blouse and bared her small but firm tits, Lisa could feel herself growing attracted to the girl. Somehow, the scene that she had just witnessed seemed to tell her that it was okay to desire a woman. Miss Jane was a hypocrite, but Miss Bellows had been getting into it just as much and she was a fine person.
If Miss Bellows could do something like that, Lisa thought, then she and Jenny certainly could.
Lisa looked down the large room at the two rows of beds and the aisle between them. There were five beds on one side of the room with small dressers between them, then five on the other side, set up the same way.
She and Jenny had beds next to each other and they were close to the door.
"What's on your mind?" Jenny said, pulling down her skirt and panties at the same time so Lisa was staring at her brown pussy triangle.
"What do you mean?"
"You look like you're deep in thought," Jenny said, pulling on her nightie.
"I am."
"Wanna talk about it?" Jenny asked, climbing into her bed and sitting.
"Maybe later," Lisa said to her. "There are some people here who might hear us and I wouldn't want that."
As soon as she said that Debbie Lyon walked by her bed, her blonde hair bouncing with body as she paraded by. She stopped for only one second and turned to look at Lisa.
"I hope for your sake that you finish that book by next week," she said. "Otherwise Miss Jane isn't going to be in a good mood."
She brushed right by and because of it, she didn't have a chance to see Lisa holding up her middle 'fuck' finger. If she had, Lisa knew, she would have run right to Miss Jane's room and reported it.
That would have been funny, Lisa decided. She wondered what the girl would do if she ran in and found the two teachers together in bed. She started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Jenny asked. "Come on, you can't have this private little laugh all to yourself."
"I'm sorry, Jen, but I just can't tell you now. But I will tell you one thing. Don't fall asleep. Wait until the others are asleep and then let's sneak out and go to the bathroom. You're never going to believe what I have to tell you."
"What?" Jenny asked.
"Look, there are too many people here right now and you know that if I started to whisper something to you they'd all come over. It's something that I saw that I just can't talk about right now. You understand, don't you?"
"No," Jenny said, and Lisa could tell that her friend was mad. "I certainly don't understand, Lisa Weiss, and I think you're a real cunt for leading me on like this."
"Come on," the black-haired girl said, "you know that isn't true. Anyway, I already explained why I can't tell you. Take my word for it, though. When you hear it you'll freak out and understand why."
Jenny was still mad at her, Lisa could tell, because she climbed under her covers and then turned on her side so that Lisa couldn't see her face.
Lisa started to get undressed herself and as she pulled down her panties she moved her fingers to her cunt and started to touch herself. She thought about how she had masturbated for the first time that day while Miss Jane had been caning her ass. She couldn't understand why that had turned her on, and tried to think about whether the caning had anything to do with it or not.
For Lisa remembered the way she had rubbed her cunt against the desk and that was what had really started her going. Then, she had moved her fingers down between her legs and she had started to play with her cunt.
She had felt her clit, something she had heard talked about but never before explored, and that had made her explode with excitement.
She could feel the same kind of excitement building up inside of herself as she started to finger her clit again, but then she suddenly stopped as she heard footsteps.
She pulled her fingers from her cunt and began to slip into her nightie just as she saw Debbie Lyon passing by again. Debbie had put her hair up in a bun while she was in the bathroom and Lisa couldn't help but notice how much she looked like Miss Jane. No wonder the spinster teacher liked her so much, Lisa thought.
"Hey," Debbie said, "how come your body's dripping with sweat?"
"How come you're such a cunt?" Lisa asked, buttoning her nightie.
"I'm going to tell Miss Jane what you called me tomorrow," Debbie said, as if that was the ultimate threat.
"I repeat then, why are you such a cunt? I mean, you don't have to do that, do you? You only want to do it to lick ass a little bit more."
Debbie raised her hands and tried to cover her ears. As she did, her nightie was pulled a little tighter and Lisa had a tremendous desire to reach out and pinch the two nipples she could see pressing through. She wanted to twist them hard and make that bitch squirm in pain.
"I don't want to hear that kind of language," Debbie was saying.
"What? You don't like the word 'cunt' or 'ass,' is that it? I don't understand why when you have both of them."
"Oh, Lisa Weiss, you have the dirtiest mind of anyone in the school. I don't know how they ever accepted you in this school. It's too good for you."
Lisa started laughing and she could see how upset that was making Debbie. Debbie just ran right by her bed, not looking back, and it gave Lisa the chance to give the girl her 'fuck finger' once more. This time, though, she held it up until Debbie reached her bed and then turned around to look at her again.
She pulled the covers over her head when she saw Lisa holding up the finger and Lisa laughed again. Then she reached over and flicked off the light, seeing as how all the girls were in bed anyway.
Suddenly she heard Jenny whispering.
"Why was your body so sweaty anyway?" the brown-haired girl asked as Lisa heard her shift in bed. She knew that Jenny was facing her then.
"I'll tell you about it later. Just wait a few more minutes, until they've all had a chance to fall asleep. Then follow me to the bathroom."
She heard Jenny click her tongue against the roof of her mouth in a gesture of complete frustration, but that was all Lisa dared tell her in this large room where sound could travel far.
Lisa had considered telling Jenny so everyone could hear because the idea was to make all the girls aware of it. But she had decided, after giving it more thought, that she should only tell Jenny first and see what her best friend thought before telling the others. Jenny was more mature than most of the other girls and she would understand these kinds of things better.
As she waited in the dark room, in her own comfortable bed, she moved her fingers back down to her cunt and began to masturbate again. She slid her fingers in and out of her deep, wet tunnel, yet she knew better than to bring herself off all the way. Each time she would feel her passions on the rise, she would slow down a little bit for fear of waking anyone else up.
She knew that Jenny must have been listening to her breathing heavily and she wondered what her friend was thinking.
There reached a point when Lisa thought that she was going to come all over her bed and when that happened, she quickly pulled her fingers from her cunt and didn't dare start again. She looked over at the clock on the dresser.
It was almost midnight. She had turned the lights out at eleven-thirty, but she had been lost in her own caresses. As soon as she realized that over twenty minutes had passed by she slid her covers down and got out of bed as quietly as she could. She opened the door slowly and tried not to let too much light into the room as she snuck out.
Lisa waited in the hall until Jenny followed her outside, put her finger over her lips to indicate silence, then started sneaking down to the bathroom. As soon as they were inside Lisa closed the door.
"Now," Jenny said to her, "tell me what the big secret is."
"Miss Jane and Miss Bellows are lovers. I saw them making love to each other this evening when I was on my way to their room."
Jenny laughed a little bit, then looked at her friend with a straight face.
"Come on now, Lisa, this is no time to kid around. So Miss Jane punished you and you decided that you have to get even with her. I know the way your mind works."
"I don't feel that I have to get even with her," Lisa said. "I don't feel that way at all. I feel that she's a hypocrite for acting like a spinster when all she really wants is a good fucking."
"With Miss Bellows? Really, Lisa, you have a vivid imagination. I don't know much about sex, but I do know that you have to have a cock around if you want to satisfy a woman.
Are you telling me that Miss Jane has a cock?"
"She's got a dildo, which I guess is the next best thing."
Lisa could tell that her friend had no idea of what a dildo was, so she went on to explain how some women used the plastic-shaped phallus instead of a real cock.
"That's bizarre," Jenny said to her, sitting down on the toilet seat so she could rest. "I really think that you're making it all up."
"I swear to you that I'm not," Lisa said. "I have no reason to. Look, I just told you because you're my best friend here and we said that we were going to learn about sex together. Well, today has sure shown me some things."
"What do you mean?"
"I masturbated for the first time today," Lisa said, and she could see how shocked Jenny was. "Miss Jane was caning my ass because she thought I was obnoxious and as I was trying to move out of the way my cunt was rubbing against the table."
This seemed to fascinate Jenny more than anything else that Lisa had said.
"How do you do it?" Jenny asked.
"What?"
"How do you masturbate? I want to do it, too," the brown-haired girl said, and she started to slide her nightie up over her waist.
She spread her legs a little bit more and moved her fingers down to her cunt slit. She started to massage herself but nothing seemed to be happening.
"Here," Lisa said, moving closer, "let me. The idea is to make your clit excited because that's the part inside of you, right by your cunt entrance, that's going to make your senses tingle."
Even as she spoke Lisa was pushing Jenny's fingers away from her cunt and moving her own wandering fingers there instead.
She started to slide them into Jenny's brown-haired cunt and she could feel the girl's clit already. She then started to finger it, squeezing the small little penis-like bud. Jenny closed her eyes as she felt a first wave of passion overcoming her entire body. She could feel the tingling in her cunt and suddenly her body seemed like it was on fire. The whole thing was so incredible.
"It might help if you rubbed your nipples, too," Lisa said to her. "You know that your nipples are just as sensitive as your cunt."
As soon as she said her first words, Jenny's fingers were already massaging her stiff brown nipples. She moaned softly, licked her lips, then spoke.
"Is this all that they did with each other when you saw them?" she asked.
"Who?"
"Miss Jane and Miss Bellows? Did they do anything else to each other?"
"Oh, so now you believe me," Lisa started saying. "You didn't believe me a few minutes ago but all of a sudden you know how to change your mind."
"It feels so good, Lisa," Jenny said, and Lisa could see the girl's stiff nipples pressing out against her nightie. She watched the way Jenny's tits rose and fell as she started to breathe heavier with passion.
"Well, they did do other things that might feel as good," Lisa said.
"Do it to me," Jenny said. "Do whatever they did to each other. Do it to me."
Lisa couldn't believe how insistent the young girl was being. Sex was a whole new world to both of them, and she couldn't believe how much passion she had already unleashed from the attractive brunette who was sitting on the toilet seat.
Slowly, Lisa started to sink to her knees, right between Jenny's spread legs.
She could smell the sweet odor of Jenny's cunt and she knew she had to lick it. She started thinking about Miss Jane and the way the woman had been licking Miss Bellows' cunt. She realized then that the sweet fragrance of pussy had a completely tantalizing effect on the senses.
She realized then that Miss Bellows' sweet looking cunt probably had just as sweet a flavor, and that could have been one reason why Miss Jane had been going at the younger teacher with such enthusiasm.
Jenny's cunt lips were so red and juicy.
Lisa could think of nothing but cunt.
"What are you going to do?" Jenny asked, just as Lisa was moving her mouth to her cunt, only seconds before the black-haired girl was sticking out her tongue.
"I'm going to do what I saw them doing," Lisa said. "I'm going to do what they did to each other, and in a sense, what I know Miss Jane was trying to do to me this afternoon after she caned me."
When Lisa moved her mouth to Jenny's red and dripping pussy lips, she inhaled deeply. The fragrant scent of pussy permeated her nostrils and made her whole body start to tingle with anticipation. She thought about how the cunt would taste long before she actually stuck her tongue past the pussy lips and started to lick Jenny's box. Lisa was happy to discover that it tasted better than she had even imagined.
The minute she stuck her tongue past the cunt lips and started to lick the stiffened and tingling clit, Jenny's cunt started to spasm hard.
"God, Lisa, what's happening to me?" she asked between heavy breaths.
"You're having an orgasm," Lisa said, and she started to flick her tongue deeper into Jenny's tight spasming cunt. She couldn't believe how creamy the girl's juices were, nor how abundant they were. Jenny's cunt was flooding with pleasure cream and Lisa could feel it dripping down her chin as she tried to lap it all up. She rubbed her nose against Jenny's brown pussy patch and slid her fingers under the girl's buttocks.
Jenny's ass was sweating hard and Lisa knew it was a good sign. She remembered how her whole body had burst out into a sweat as she was coming for the first time that afternoon and she knew she was taking her inexperienced friend in the right direction.
"Lisa, this is so incredible," Jenny started moaning. "I can't believe that it's happening. Lick that thing harder."
Lisa knew that Jenny was talking about her clit and so she moved her tongue there again and started to flick it back and forth. Jenny began to thrust her ass up off the seat, almost instinctively, as if she knew it would make things better for herself. Lisa's tongue was sinking deeper and deeper into her wet tunnel each time she pushed her ass up and that was great.
Lisa could feel her own cunt beginning to tingle as she licked her friend more and she slid her own nightie up and began to finger herself.
"Let me do that for you," Jenny said.
Lisa got on her hands and knees between her friend's legs so that she could still lick her, and she felt Jenny leaning over her body. Jenny's stiff-nippled tits brushed against Lisa's back and then her hands were pulling Lisa's nightie up over her ass. Jenny started to clench Lisa's two buttocks in her hands and pull them wide apart. At the same time, one hand was moving down to her cunt, and in a matter of seconds Lisa could feel Jenny's hands probing her glistening cunt tunnel.
"Work the clit," Lisa moaned, as Jenny's fingers didn't seem to know what they should do. The minute they found her clit, however, they didn't leave it. Jenny began to wiggle Lisa's throbbing clit back and forth and as a result, Lisa started to eat her friend with even more enthusiasm.
"I can't believe I've never done anything like this before," Jenny was moaning. "When I think of all the years I wasted without even knowing how good something like this could be, I want to die."
"Shut up and just enjoy it," Lisa said to her friend.
She could feel Jenny flick her tongue out and begin to lick her buttocks.
It was the second time that anyone had ever licked her ass, and it was turning her on just as much this second time as it had when Miss Jane had licked her ass that afternoon. Jenny seemed to be struggling to reach Lisa's cunt and lick it, but the positions that they were in made such a feat impossible.
As Lisa felt Jenny's cunt spasming again she prepared herself this time for the onrush of come juices. She pulled her tongue out of the girl's cunt and just let her spasming walls push the juices down.
She could feel them dripping on her tongue and this time she had a chance to savor the delicious flavor before swallowing them. She moaned with pleasure as she felt Jenny fingering her clit and working her toward her first finger-fuck orgasm. Lisa wiggled her ass as if to let her friend know she was coming.
Jenny's fingers worked even harder then as she felt the cunt walls spasming and felt the wetness building up inside. She could feel her fingers being flooded with cunt juices and she couldn't wait to lick them and see what they tasted like. If they were going to make her moan the way Lisa was moaning over her own juices, then she knew that they were going to be deliciously satisfying.
As the spasms started to subside, Jenny quickly pulled her fingers from Lisa's cunt and shoved them into her mouth. She started to lick them as she sat up and leaned back against the toilet. Lisa pulled her mouth away from Jenny's cunt and then sat up on her knees. She moved her lips to Jenny's and kissed the girl hard, pressing her own budding tits against Jenny's. Lisa could feel their nipples touching and the tingling sensations continued for a long time as a result.
When the kiss ended Lisa lay her head on Jenny's lap.
"You see," she said, catching her breath, "I told you. You didn't think that two women could make it with each other, but that's what I saw Miss Jane and Miss Bellows doing in Miss Bellows' bed."
"I can't believe it," Jenny said, "even though I know it's true."
Lisa was glad that her friend was finally on her side.
"What do you think I should do about it then? I really do hate Miss Jane for the things that she did to me. Do you think I should tell everyone about it?"
"I don't know," Jenny said. "Some of the girls might not believe you."
"I don't care about them," Lisa said. "I only want Miss Jane to know that I know. If I'm a threat to her, then maybe she won't keep bothering me so much."
"I never thought of it like that," Jenny said. "Still, I don't know if you should go telling all the other girls."
Lisa was nestling her cheek against her friend's cunt patch, feeling the sweaty wetness of the pussy hairs rubbing against her face. She kissed Jenny's cunt lips every so often because she had a tremendous desire to eat her out once more.
"I'll have to think about it," Lisa said. "They could all think that I was saying it out of spite like you first thought, and then nothing would happen."
"Well, what do you want to happen anyway?" Jenny asked. "What do you think it would do if you let everyone know that Miss Jane eats cunt?"
"I think they all wouldn't idolize her so much and try to be like her. They would all see what a hypocrite she was. You and I both know that the only reason she hates me is because I'm not trying to be a mirror-image of her like all the rest of the girls are trying to be. Well, let me tell them that Miss Jane isn't the perfect woman she likes to think of herself as."
"She'd hate you for that," Jenny said.
"I don't care. She hates me already so it doesn't really matter. Hey, let's forget about her for now, okay? I really feel like eating you again. Your cunt just tasted so yummy that I have to eat you some more."
"Let me eat you once," Jenny said.
"First me," Lisa told her, and since she was in position already she decided to begin before Jenny could protest anymore.
She moved her mouth back to her friend's cunt and started to insert her tongue right away. As she licked the walls she was amazed at the elasticity of them. Her tongue could stretch them really wide and each time she did that she could hear a pleasurable gasp escaping from Jenny's lovely lips.
This time Lisa knew to work only on the clit and her tongue was flicking it back and forth with so much passion that she didn't even hear the door opening behind her. Jenny looked up first, and after she let out a loud gasp, she reached for Lisa's head, lifted it from her cunt and then turned her friend around.
Lisa found herself face-to-face with Debbie Lyon.
"I was just on my way to the bathroom and ... oh my God, what the hell are the two of you doing? Oh God, that's disgusting. I can't believe that you're doing something like this. I'm going to get Miss Jane right away and report you."
Lisa didn't even have time to get up and run after Debbie because the girl had already whirled around and was on her way down the hall, her long blonde hair flying behind her. Lisa looked up at Jenny and smiled a little, only she couldn't hide the fear and uneasiness that was eating her up inside.
CHAPTER FIVE
The two girls sat in the bathroom a few minutes past midnight, and neither one of them said anything to each other. Jenny did take the time to pull her nightie down past her waist, and Lisa did the same with hers.
Yet they stayed in the same positions, with Jenny sitting on the closed toilet seat and Lisa on the floor between her legs. Lisa could see how nervous Jenny was and she reached for her friend's hand and squeezed it.
"Don't worry," she said. "After all, what can they do to us?"
"They could expel us from the school," Jenny said, and that was when they brown-haired girl started her crying. Lisa reached up and tried to wipe away a tear.
"She's not going to expel us from school. Our parents are paying enough money and if Miss Jane kicks us out, she's going to have to refund it. I don't think that she'll be willing to do something like that."
Just as she said that, Lisa could hear approaching footsteps again and she recognized the heavy walk as Miss Jane's. When the woman appeared right in front of the bathroom door, with Debbie Lyon sticking her head in, too, she gave both of the girls a dirty look. She hadn't had time to put her hair back up in a bun and did look better for it. She put both hands on her hips, then spoke.
"Is what Debbie Lyon told me she saw true, or is she lying?"
"I don't know," Lisa said, standing up. She suddenly felt a rush of strength. "If you tell me what she told you I'll tell you if she's lying or not. You can never tell what an ass-licker might say to get her way with a teacher."
"She told me that she caught the two of you in an unnatural act," Miss Jane said.
"What is an unnatural act?" Lisa said. "If you could better define your terms than maybe I could answer the question a little better."
"She said that you were licking Jenny's ... Jenny's...."
"Yes?" Lisa asked.
It was a game now to make the woman say it, Lisa thought. After all, Miss Jane was a cunt-licker herself and Lisa had seen her. If she couldn't even say the word than she was worse off than Lisa had even though before.
"You were licking her vagina," Miss Jane suddenly burst out.
"Is that what Debbie told you?" Lisa asked.
Miss Jane seemed to be smiling.
"Yes," Miss Jane said. "Now I want some kind of an explanation from you before I deal with you personally."
Lisa decided that now was the time to let it all out, especially since Debbie Lyon still had her head stuck through the door. It was definitely going to be now, she thought, so that Debbie could learn what kind of a cunt Miss Jane really was.
"If you want to know the truth, I happened to have gotten the idea when I was on my way to see Miss Bellows tonight." She could see Miss Jane sweating already. "She told me that if I needed any help with the reading she would be glad to help me. When I got to the room, I heard moaning however, and I looked through the keyhole. That was when I saw you and Miss Bellows...."
"That's enough," Miss Jane said, trying to get her to stop talking.
"But you wanted to know. I got the idea when I saw you and Miss Bellows in bed together. I saw the way you were licking Miss Bellows' cunt, too. You seemed to love it as much as I just did."
Lisa looked over at Debbie and she could see how shocked the young girl was. She smiled at her and then Miss Jane turned and looked at the young, innocent blonde.
"Debbie," the woman commanded, "go to your room immediately."
"But Miss Jane, I have to go to the bathroom."
"You can hold it in," Miss Jane said. "I just don't want you here listening to all these false accusations that this young liar is making."
"Don't you dare call me a liar," Lisa said, looking right into Miss Jane's evil eyes. "You're the one who's lying."
"Debbie, you heard what I said," Miss Jane commanded.
"Sorry that you can't learn the truth about all this, Debbie," Lisa said as she watched the girl turn and leave. "But then again, not too many people know the truth about anything that goes on here. That's the way Miss Jane likes it."
Debbie was already down the hall, and Miss Jane walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Suddenly, Lisa was very scared and she moved closer to Jenny who was still crying uncontrollably.
"Now," Miss Jane said, "you're certainly going to have to do a lot of explaining young lady. And don't go thinking that these accusations of yours are going to throw me off. You're a lying little tramp."
"Look," Lisa said, "if you're going to blame me for everything, then maybe it would be a nice idea if you let Jenny go. I was the one who talked her into it and I'm going to take all the blame myself."
Jenny looked up at Miss Jane, and Miss Jane smiled coldly at her. But then, the woman decided it would be better if she was alone with Lisa anyway so that the two of them could have it out once and for all.
"All right, Lisa, you may go. And you, young lady, are to come down to my office immediately so that we can have a long talk."
With that, Miss Jane whirled around, opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as the two girls were alone, Jenny started crying all over again. But Lisa made sure that tears were the one thing she didn't display. She bit her lip to hold back from crying, and the longer she did that the stronger she felt.
"Come on, Jenny, let me help you back to bed and then go face whatever the hell she wants to do to me."
"Lisa, let me go with you," Jenny said, clinging to her friend. "I don't want you to have to take this whole thing on yourself."
"Look, I already have, so don't worry about it. I'm doing it because I want to do it and not because I have to, so remember that. If we have ourselves a showdown then maybe it's good in the long run, don't you think?"
"I don't know," Jenny said. "I don't want to think about anything."
Lisa was already walking her friend down the hall, and when Jenny said that she couldn't help but smile.
"Then don't think about it," she said. "If you don't want to, don't. Just go to sleep and you'll see that everything's going to be okay in the morning."
"I hope so," Jenny said, as she stood in front of their bedroom door. She leaned forward and kissed Lisa on the cheek. "Good luck with her."
"Thanks," Lisa said.
As soon as Jenny walked into the room and Lisa was standing there all alone, she was suddenly terribly frightened. It was so late at night and now she was going to have to go downstairs and face Miss Jane.
She walked down the stairs, holding her head up high and grasping onto the banister. As she approached the woman's office she started to tremble, then took a deep breath and walked right in without knocking.
"You Wanted to see me?" she asked Miss Jane, who was now sitting behind her desk. The older woman was wearing her bathrobe which was not only buttoned closed, but tied closed with her belt. She had a very stern look on her face.
The truth of the matter was, Miss Jane was feeling just as scared as she knew this young girl must be feeling. Her whole reputation was on the line, and she knew that the girl had the power to destroy her whole teaching career.
"Have a seat," Miss Jane said, "and let's try to be as civilized about this thing as possible. You know that you were caught in a lesbian act, don't you?"
"Yes," Lisa said, squirming into the seat. "But you also know that I caught you in a lesbian act, too. Are you going to deny the fact that you and Miss Bellows were feasting on each other?"
"I'm not going to deny the fact," Miss Jane said. "Nor am I going to admit to it. You certainly don't think that I would do something like that."
"I don't know what to think," Lisa said. "All I know is that you're one of the biggest hypocrites I've ever met in my life."
Miss Jane tried to control her anger by placing her palms on top of the desk. She continued glaring at the young girl.
"Would you care to explain what you mean by that?" Miss Jane asked.
"I mean that you act like such a spinster and you try to make us think that there's nothing sexual about you at all. You want all the girls to believe that, don't you?"
"I have never once given off that impression," the older woman said, sternly.
"Of course you have," Lisa said. "You tell us all how we're supposed to be the cream of the crop, right on top. Isn't that your motto? And you approve of the things that some of the girls do that mirror you, don't you? So how can you sit there and tell me that you're not trying to make all the girls carbon copies of yourself?"
She could see Miss Jane opening her mouth and gasping a number of times. The woman obviously wasn't ready for such an outburst, and as long as she had the floor and could speak, Lisa decided to go on.
"And now I've mirrored something that you did, which happens to be cunt-licking. I thought the least you could do was praise me for having done it."
"Praise you?"
"Why Miss Jane, it's the first thing that you've done that I ever wanted to do. When I saw the way you were licking Miss Bellows' cunt I knew that I had to do the same kind of thing, especially after what happened this afternoon."
"And what is it that you think happened this afternoon?" Miss Jane asked.
"You know as well as I do," Lisa said. "What happened was you started licking my ass and you really wanted to lick my cunt. It was easy for me to realize that as soon as I saw you and Miss Bellows together. How often do you do it?"
"Young lady, you will stop this talk immediately or face the consequences."
"What are the consequences?" Lisa asked. "Perhaps if they're the same as the ones I had to face this morning, I might want it now."
Miss Jane stood up, and suddenly her towering figure was scaring Lisa. She shrunk in her seat, feeling fear penetrating her entire body.
"Stand up," Miss Jane suddenly ordered, and Lisa wasn't about to do it. But then the woman reached down and grabbed her by her nightie, yanking her to her feet. "I told you to stand up and when I tell you that I want you to listen. Now, young lady, you're going to get the caning of your life."
Lisa felt Miss Jane push her forward on the desk, face first. At the same time the older woman was already reaching for her ruler. She pushed Lisa's nightie up, exposing her rounded ass cheeks and then started whacking them.
Lisa didn't mind the caning this time because she was already used to it. She just started to repeat what she had done earlier that day, rubbing her naked pussy against the top of the desk so that she was turning herself on.
As her pleasures began to heighten she could feel the whacking on her ass getting more intense. Her buttocks were becoming a flaming red color.
"Now," Miss Jane was saying, "you're never to repeat any of this to anyone, is that understood? I don't want you ever to be with Jenny Farth again."
"Do you want her for yourself?" Lisa asked, spitefully. "Is that why you don't want me with her? What's the matter, Miss Bellows isn't enough for you?"
That was making Miss Jane even angrier. She was sorry she had to be treating this young girl to a whipping, particularly when all she wanted to do was kiss the girl all over and lick her cunt. Lisa was still one of the best-looking girls that Miss Jane had ever seen, and before each whack of the ruler she was scolding herself for having to even do it. If only Lisa would have learned to be cooperative like many of the other young girls. If she wasn't such a wise-ass.
Lisa started to slide her hand down between her legs.
Her pussy lips were already wet with anticipation and she slid her fingers between them and started to massage her own cunt. As soon as she touched her clit she could feel her whole body breaking out in a sweat.
She stopped her groaning because of the whipping and started to moan because of the way her fingers were working her cunt. She could smell her fragrant cunt odor permeating the room and she was sure that Miss Jane must have felt it, too.
After a few more seconds, the whipping stopped. As soon as it was over Lisa rolled on her back and continued to finger herself, but this time she was doing it with more zest. She rammed her fingers in and out of her cunt, almost as if she was caught up in some kind of frenzy. She kept her eyes open, though, and looked over at the older woman's reaction.
Miss Jane's jaw had dropped wide open as the young girl started masturbating herself harder, and the woman was under the impression that Lisa was putting on a show just for her. In some ways, she was right, because Lisa was more aware of Miss Jane's reaction to her masturbating than she was to the actual act itself.
She finally said something about it.
"What's the matter, Miss Jane, do you feel left out? If you do, you can always come and satisfy me the way you satisfied Miss Bellows."
She saw her teacher's face getting red, and as that happened Lisa lifted her back off the desk and pulled her nightie up over her tits. Her nipples were two solid brown dots and she started to pull at one.
"You can lick my nipple if my cunt won't satisfy you, Miss Jane," she was saying. "But I'd like you to lick my cunt."
As Miss Jane looked at Lisa's dripping wet pussy lips, she had such an urge to get on her knees and start licking. But there was one part of her that told her she shouldn't do it. She couldn't do it. Not with a girl like Lisa. She was a little bitch, Miss Jane thought, and once she realized how hot the thought of her cunt made her feel, Lisa would never let her live it down.
Still, the odor of pussy was moving through the air and as Miss Jane inhaled the deep musky fragrance, she could feel her own pussy beginning to tingle.
"Lick my cunt, Miss Jane," Lisa was saying. "Come on, I know that you want to sink your tongue deep inside. I could tell how much you were loving it with Miss Bellows and I know that you would love it just as much with me."
Lisa started working her fingers faster, moving both hands to her cunt now and spreading the lips wide so that the woman could see how red her pussy tunnel was and how coated with cream it was.
"What's wrong, Miss Jane?" Lisa was saying. "Have you suddenly lost your taste for cunt? Remember, this is a young cunt and chances are it's going to taste much better when you lick it. Come on, lick me."
Lisa smiled as she saw her teacher weakening. She could actually see Miss Jane's standing form swaying closer to her. But the woman wouldn't move her feet. It was as if she knew that the minute she took a step she was going to be on her knees lapping like a dog. That was just what Lisa wanted.
She had gotten very horny licking Jenny and even though Jenny had finger-fucked her to an orgasm, Lisa could imagine that a licking was going to be so much better. And this time, she was actually spreading herself for the woman.
This time she didn't want Miss Jane playing a game with her, pretending that she was licking her ass while she really wanted her cunt. For Lisa was definitely sure now that her cunt was what Miss Jane had been after when she started her licking that afternoon. She wanted to feel the woman's tongue on her clit, too. If it was better than her fingers, and she was sure it would be, then it had to be fantastic.
"Come on, lick my cunt," the girl said again. "Just put one foot in front of the other and walk over here between my legs. That's all I want you to do."
As soon as she started to talk about walking, there was nothing that Miss Jane could do. She was totally hypnotized by the girl's spread pussy and it was only a matter of seconds before the older blonde woman was on her knees right in front of Lisa's spread cunt. She moved her mouth to the spread lips and started to lick the creamy wet cunt walls. As soon as Lisa felt the woman's tongue touching her clit she started to cream all over again, closing her eyes and moaning as she felt the pleasure waves building up inside of her body.
She reached down and started to stroke Miss Jane's long blonde hair. She couldn't believe how soft it was, and decided that Miss Jane looked so much more lovely with her hair hanging down her shoulders.
Lisa stroked her hair for only a few seconds because she wanted to see what this woman looked like in the flesh, close up. She wanted to touch her naked flesh. She moved her hands to the buttons of Miss Jane's robe and began to open them slowly. Lisa opened only the top few buttons and then saw the woman's large tits.
Lisa moved her fingers to Miss Jane's stiff pink nipples and began to squeeze them as hard as she could, feeling how stiff and soft they were.
The harder she pinched them the harder Miss Jane licked her cunt. She could feel the woman's tongue penetrating her pussy and moving deeper than she ever would have imagined. But that only filled her up. The thing that turned her on was the way Miss Jane's wet tongue was constantly moving over her clit.
It was the clit stimulation that made Lisa Weiss' pussy start flooding with cream, and she wasn't at all surprised to feel the way Miss Jane was licking her now. The woman was obviously a pro at these kind of things because she managed to lick out all the cunt cream without having any of it drip down her chin.
Miss Jane didn't know what to think as she finished licking the cunt dry. She had had her eyes closed the entire time, trying not to think of whose cunt she was licking. The taste of cunt was delicious and she had always dreamed of licking this particular cunt. However, the circumstances were not the kind she had dreamed of.
Lisa was the one in control of this entire scene. She was the one who had ordered the woman to lick her, and that said something about the whole thing.
She couldn't let Lisa realize how much power she had. For the truth of the matter was, Lisa now had an incredible amount of power over her and if the girl decided to tell anyone else about what happened, word could get around fast.
Miss Jane had worked for almost ten years to build her school and the thought of this young bitch pulling all that out from under her in a matter of minutes was very scary and quite threatening. That was why she just didn't know what the girl was going to say when she was finished licking her cunt.
But in order to please her and try to become friends, Miss Jane had tried to make sure she did the best cunt-licking of her career. The pleasurable moans she heard coming from the girl seemed to tell her that her extra effort had worked.
"I want to lick you now," Lisa suddenly said, and Miss Jane was quite surprised that the girl wanted to.
At first, she was going to resist, but then Lisa pulled her head back by yanking on her long blonde hair. Miss Jane looked up at the young girl's hateful gaze, but only for a second. It took only a second for Lisa to push the woman back on the floor. Miss Jane was able to move her arms behind her body and brace herself, but the fall was still rather sudden and caught her off-guard.
That gave Lisa a good chance to rip the teacher's robe open the rest of the way. The black-haired girl was tremendously impressed with the fine blonde pussy patch between Miss Jane's legs, and as she sunk to her knees she pulled the legs apart so she could move in even better.
Miss Jane closed her eyes as she felt Lisa's tongue traveling up her thigh. The girl was something of a tease, however, for the minute her tongue was just about to touch woman's throbbing pussy lips, she moved it down to the other thigh and began licking her way up again.
When she lid that, Lisa moved her fingers to Miss Jane' pussy hairs and began to pull on them gently, making sure to brush her hand over the woman's cunt lips every so often to excite her and stimulate her.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Miss Jane," Lisa insisted.
"What?"
"You heard me, Miss Jane. I told you what I wanted you to do. How I wanted you to lick my cunt hard, and you did just what I wanted. I want you to tell me what you want so I'll know what to do. Be vulgar about it."
Miss Jane knew that Lisa was making her do this purposely and she didn't know if she could. It was completely opposite from her spinster image. Totally different from her prim and proper manner she was trying to instill in her girls.
Most definitely, the woman realized, it was a threat.
Lisa moved her fingers into Miss Jane's cunt and grabbed her stiff clit. She started to pinch it hard between her fingers as she threatened the woman.
"I told you to talk dirty, and if you don't I'm going to make you squirm."
"I want you to lick my cunt," the woman started saying, clenching her eyes shut as if this was the worst humiliation in the world. Lisa smiled as she continued. "I want you to stick your tongue in and then wiggle my clit. After you do that, I want you to put your lips around it and then tease me by biting it sometimes with your teeth and then licking it with your tongue and lips."
Lisa followed the woman's instructions.
There were so many satisfying things about doing it that way, she knew. First of all, she was going to make the woman come hard and long if she followed her directions on how to bring her off. Second, it covered the fact that Lisa was relatively inexperienced at these kind of things, and she wanted it that way. She didn't want Miss Jane knowing that she was only her second cunt. Finally, and best of all as far as Lisa was concerned, it was humiliating for the woman to have to talk like this. She could tell just by looking at her.
That humiliation made Lisa feel so much stronger, and as she started to bite on the clit again she moved both of her hands up to Miss Jane's tits and started rubbing the two fleshy mounds together. She made sure to keep her palms over the nipples and press down hard. Meanwhile, Miss Jane had moved her hands down to her cunt and her own lovely Fingers were keeping her lips stretched.
Her little erect clit was sticking right out, the skin that protected it being pulled tightly, and Lisa was able to lick it and bite it as much as she wanted to. At the same time, the young girl remembered to shove her tongue deep into the woman's cunt every so often just to stretch her creaming walls and take in some of the cunt flavor.
There was one point when Miss Jane started heaving her ass up and down off the floor of her office. Lisa could tell from the way the woman was breathing, as well as the way her cunt was spasming, that she was in the middle of a super orgasm. The girl smiled to herself, quite proud of the fact that she was the one who brought her off.
As Miss Jane's cunt walls started spasming hard Lisa stopped biting her clit and started to lap her tongue in the cunt, licking the cream off the walls and feeling the way they would sometimes tighten around her probing tongue. She loved that and imagined that a man's cock would feel great with a cunt like this spasming around it.
When Miss Jane's orgasm began to subside she started to thrust her ass up and down off the floor a little slower, then slower still, and finally she came to a stop. Lisa licked the cunt out a little more and then started to lick her way up the woman's belly.
Lisa was not planning to do anything else to the woman. All she wanted to do was lie in her arms and feel her soft tits pressing against her body. As soon as she moved her mouth near the woman's and kissed her on the lips, Miss Jane pulled away. She stood up suddenly and pulled her robe closed.
"Now what?" she asked the young girl as she moved behind her desk and sat.
"What do you mean now what?" Lisa said.
"What are you going to do? What happens from here on?"
"Well," Lisa said, suddenly realizing the power she now had, "first of all, about that report you're making me do...."
Miss Jane listened to the girl's demands and began to realize how much power Lisa knew she had.
CHAPTER SIX
None of the girls in the school could figure out why things had suddenly changed between Lisa Weiss and Miss Jane, particularly the other nine in Lisa's class who were used to seeing the two of them at each other all the time.
They had become such good friends one day.
The thing was, Lisa still acted the same way she always had. Miss Jane was the one who had changed. Lisa would still lean over and talk to Jenny Farth in her language class and even though the other girls would see Miss Jane glaring at Lisa, the teacher never tried to do anything to stop her.
Along with the change in her relationship with Lisa came a change in the way she dressed. She started wearing her hair down, and not pulled back in the tight bun. She still wore her spinster-looking dress and spectacles but the girls talked about how they thought it was going to soon change.
They were sure that Miss Jane would come into the classroom in a few days wearing a normal looking dress, or perhaps, it was even rumored, a pair of jeans.
"Are you ever going to tell me what happened?" Jenny Farth asked Lisa Weiss one day as they were walking out of Miss Jane's class. Lisa had been talking to Jenny during the entire lesson and Miss Jane hadn't stopped her once.
"There's nothing to tell," Lisa said to her. "There's nothing in the world to tell, believe me. Just take things easy, like they're coming."
Lisa was talking about their relationship, which, since the first night had been moving along quite well.
For some reason that Jenny didn't know, she and Lisa had been moved up to the attic where they now had their own private room. It had happened three days after she and Lisa had been caught in the bathroom.
As soon as they had moved all their clothes upstairs and then arranged the beds and dressers and desks where they wanted them, they fell into each other's arms and started making love. That second time, when they knew they were alone and wouldn't be interrupted like they had been in the bathroom, Lisa decided to explore other things. Jenny didn't know where her friend had gotten the vibrating dildo from but she would never forget the way her whole body shivered with excitement as Lisa thrust the phallus in and out of her excited cunt.
Then Jenny had worked the dildo on Lisa, first fucking her cunt and then working it into the girl's tender asshole as Jenny ate her out.
So things were coming relatively easy for Jenny and Lisa. They had had time to work out a terrific lesbian sex relationship and were both exploring all different kinds of feelings that they could get from stimulating each other.
"I wonder what a man would feel like," Lisa said, one night when she was in bed. She and Jenny had already eaten each other out, only once that night.
"Are you getting tired of me?" Jenny asked.
"Not at all," Lisa said. "But I'm young and I feel this need to explore. I don't want to limit my sexual relationships to only one person, and certainly not to one gender. Remember, there are a lot of men out there in the world."
"I guess it would be interesting to see what a real cock feels like," Jenny said.
"If only I knew someone who had one," Lisa said.
Meanwhile, one flight down, Miss Jane was tossing and turning in her bed. Ever since she had let Lisa have the attic, something the girl had talked her into doing with a subtle threat of reporting Miss Jane, she hadn't had a good night's sleep. A few of the nights had been spent in Pamela Bellows' arms, but even that was beginning to scare Miss Jane a little bit.
There was always that threat of being caught again, and even though Miss Jane made sure to stuff some paper in the keyhole so no one could look through, she didn't feel right when she was making love to Pamela.
As she tossed in her bed and started talking in her sleep, Pamela got up and started to shake her.
"Jane, Jane, get up, will you? Look, you're beginning to talk in your sleep again and I just can't sleep when you do that."
"I'm sorry, Lisa ... I mean, Pamela."
"Oh, I see what it is then. You're thinking about Lisa Weiss. You've been very secretive about things ever since that night when we first made it together. I remember that I was asleep when ass-licking Debbie Lyon ran in here to wake you up. Then you left and didn't come back until late. I don't even know when. But all of a sudden, the next day, things were okay between you and Lisa Weiss. Lisa Weiss, of all people!"
"We spoke about her that night, don't you remember? Of course, it's only natural for me to have reconsidered my feelings about her."
"Reconsidering feelings is one thing, but a complete turn-about it another. You seem like you're the best of friends now. And I heard that you decided not to punish her after all. She doesn't have to do the paper, right?"
"You were right about that, too," Miss Jane said, sitting up because she knew that she was never going to get any sleep now. "You said that she would hate the book if I forced her to read it, and I decided that Lawrence is too distinguished an author to make someone hate. I hope she likes it when she reads it in your class."
"I'm sure she will," Pamela said, "but you're still avoiding the issue. Did anything happen between the two of you that night?"
"What makes you ask?" Miss Jane said.
She wanted to tell Pamela everything but didn't know if she could bring herself to do it. All that it would do, Miss Jane realized, would be to make Pamela worry about it. For when Miss Jane had taken the time to sit down and think the whole thing through the day after it happened, she knew that Pamela was just as involved as she was.
If her reputation would be ruined by Lisa's accusations, then Pamela's reputation was going to be ruined also.
Right now, she thought that she and Pamela had a good thing going. They had come to some kind of understanding, and Pamela was just about the best lover that Miss Jane had ever had in her life. When Pamela licked pussy, she did it with enthusiasm.
Miss Jane somehow suspected that if she were to tell Pamela about the things Lisa knew, it might change their relationship. She knew that she had been feeling a little uncomfortable in bed with Pamela ever since that night, and it was all because of the things that had happened. She didn't want Pamela to feel uncomfortable, too.
"Look," Pamela finally said to her, "I don't have time to play these little games with you, Jane. If you want to tell me about anything, then you'll tell me, but I'm certainly not going to sit here pulling teeth."
Pamela suddenly turned her back on the woman and pulled the covers up to fall asleep. Miss Jane sat there, looking over at Pamela's soft brown hair and her lily-white shoulder which stuck out from under the covers.
"She knows about us," Miss Jane suddenly said, and when Pamela rolled over and looked so surprised, she continued. "That's right, Pamela, darling. Your wonderful student Lisa Weiss was spying on us the first night we were together."
After she told Pamela that much, Miss Jane knew she might as well finish and tell the younger woman everything else. She told Pamela of the way Lisa and Jenny had been caught in the bathroom by Debbie Lyon. Then, Lisa had lashed out and told Miss Jane that she had seen her with Pamela that night.
The rest was all threats, Miss Jane continued. She told Pamela of one particular time when she and Lisa had talked. It was the discussion about the attic and Lisa had come into Miss Jane's office and demanded that she and Jenny be allowed to live up there.
"And what makes you think that I should let you?" Miss Jane had asked. "First of all, what would Debbie Lyon have to say to the others if I put two girls who had been caught in a lesbian act, up in the attic together?"
"Fuck what little Miss ass-licker has to say," Lisa told her. "You can handle that from your end by making something up. All I know is this. My mother would get very upset if I called her and told her that I caught you and Miss Bellows. She would pull me out of this school in ten seconds, flat, and then all the other mothers wouldn't be too far behind. After all, how many mothers do you know of who want their young pubescent girls being taught by a pair of dykes?"
After that speech, there had been nothing Miss Jane could do.
"Did she really say all that to you?" Pamela asked the older blonde woman, for the minute Miss Jane had told her that part she started crying.
"Yes," Jane said, trying to choke back her tears. "It was an outright threat and now that I've let her and Jenny move up there, she knows that she can threaten me anytime she wants to. I hate it."
Pamela slowly pushed the covers down and walked over to Miss Jane's bed. The younger woman was naked, as she always slept that way, and when she sat down beside the older blonde, Miss Jane reached over and began to stroke her cunt.
"I know that I can always count on you for support, Pamela," Miss Jane said.
"Support?"
Pamela could feel Miss Jane's fingers wandering over her pussy lips, stroking them softly until her cunt was wet from anticipation. As soon as they were wet enough, Miss Jane slid her fingers inside and began to flick Pamela's clit back and forth.
"Pamela," Miss Jane said, "you have to understand that we're in this thing together. If she reports me, then she reports you, too. Our teaching careers will be over if anything like that were to happen."
Pamela closed her eyes and moved her hands to her own thick brown nipples. She started to pull at them and twist them, just to build up her passions. Somehow, she Was having a hard time getting into the whole scene because there was a lot on her mind.
Miss Jane was right. Their careers could both be destroyed. This was Pamela's first teaching job, and the fact that the rest of her career in education hung on the words of one little girl who she used to think was rather nice, but now thought was a bitch, scared the shit out of her. As she felt her orgasm rising, her cunt spasming and her juices flowing, she decided that she was going to have to have a long talk with Lisa Weiss.
She fell asleep in Miss Jane's loving arms, wondering exactly what it was she would say to the girl.
The next morning, right after breakfast, Pamela Bellows was sitting in her classroom waiting for the first class. Lisa Weiss was in that class and Pamela still hadn't decided what she would tell the girl. As soon as the class came in, she walked up and told Lisa not to leave when the period was over, but gave her no reason why.
As she taught Shakespeare that morning, Pamela could see that Lisa looked a little confused, and was probably wondering what the talk would be about. Pamela was just as confused herself, and it was only after the bell rang and the rest of the girls had left that she knew the time had come.
The brown-haired woman sat behind her desk with her hands folded, and Lisa sat in her desk. She felt as if the girl was glaring with hatred.
"What do you want to tell me?" Lisa asked.
"I just wanted to have a little talk with you. I might as well tell you straight off that Miss Jane told me about everything."
"I thought as much when you demanded that I stay here," Lisa said.
"I didn't demand that you stay here," Pamela said, taking the defensive. "I just told you I wanted to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Just how much longer do you think this thing can go on? What you're doing, you have to realize, is blackmailing the poor woman."
"Miss Bellows," Lisa said, suddenly standing up and walking right in front of her, "blackmail is such an ugly word, don't you think?"
"What would you call it then?" Pamela asked the young girl.
"Mild convincing. Look, you and I both know that Miss Jane is not the best influence on young girls with minds that can be influenced easily. When I found out that she had sexual feelings like everyone else, I thought that she was such a hypocrite."
"She is not a hypocrite," Pamela said. "Just because she never came out and told you about her sexual feelings, it doesn't make her a hypocrite. Where do you get off thinking that she should ever discuss something like that with you? After all, you're nothing more than a student and you should respect her."
"I never said that I didn't respect her," Lisa said. "Don't you put words into my mouth, Miss Bellows. I respect both of you. I respect Miss Jane even more now that she can no longer pick on me all the time."
"I heard that you don't have to do the book report."
"That's right. There are a lot of things around here that I don't have to do anymore, if you want to know the truth, and that's the way I like it."
"I'm glad you like it," Miss Bellows said. "But have you seen what it's doing to Miss Jane?"
"It's making her more of a woman," Lisa said. "I always thought that she was a terrific woman, underneath, and when I saw her naked and in bed with you, I was right. But then again, Miss Bellows, you happened to have had a lovely body, too."
"What are you getting at, young lady?" Pamela asked.
There had been a time when she would have defended anything that Lisa would do in front of Miss Jane because Pamela had always thought Miss Jane picked on the girl too much. But now that Lisa had the power, and power was where it was at, Pamela couldn't believe what a bitch she had become.
"What I'm getting at," Lisa said, "is this. I want you to stand up and get undressed right now because I want to touch your body."
"What?"
"You heard me, Miss Bellows. I've only had two other girls so far. Jenny and Miss Jane. I want you to be the third girl that I have. Now stand up and undress. Or do I have to remind you that there's a Very good chance of my calling my mother?"
Lisa was threatening the older woman directly, but there was nothing that Pamela could do about it. Pamela would have never thought the conversation was going to lead in this direction and the thought of undressing because Lisa commanded it was quite humiliating. Yet she did stand up and walk to the classroom doors. She closed them both and locked them, then pulled down the black shades.
"Just what I like. Privacy," Lisa said, and then she started to get undressed herself. "Come on, Miss Bellows, undress also."
Pamela started to open the buttons of her blouse slowly. For some reason, she felt so vulnerable and was not prepared to reveal any part of her body until Lisa had. When Lisa let her blouse drop to the floor and then started to rub the puckered brown nipples on her tits, Pamela felt relieved enough to expose her own luscious globes.
She slid her dress down her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She stood there, clad in only a blue pair of panties. Lisa licked her lips as she saw the raised mound of Venus pushing out through the panties. She walked closer to the woman and held her tits up by cupping them underneath. She moved her mouth to one of Pamela's nipples and began to lick it slowly. Pamela closed her eyes as she felt Lisa's light tongue flicking over her stiffening nipple, until there reached a point when her brown beauty was stiff as could be and tingling.
After a few quick tongue flicks, Lisa let her hand wander over Miss Bellows' panties and was quite happy to feel that the woman had wet herself through.
"Have you ever had a man before?" Lisa asked the woman, stepping back and pulling her own skirt and panties down.
"Of course I have," Pamela said.
"I didn't ask it as an insult," Lisa told her. "I only wanted to know. I haven't had a man yet and I wonder what a man's like."
"A man can be nice," Pamela said, and then she gasped as Lisa reached over and suddenly yanked her panties down. At first, Pamela moved her hand in front of her black pussy patch, but Lisa's hand was there in a second pushing it out of the way.
"Tell me about it then," Lisa said, moving her fingers over to Pamela's pussy lips and touching them lightly. "I want to be your man and I want to fuck you like a man would fuck you."
"You don't have a cock," Miss Bellows said to the girl.
"Well I have one now," Lisa said, and Pamela Bellows gasped as she saw Lisa Weiss pick up the wooden pointer.
One end of it was very thick and rounded, almost like a phallus, while the other end was thinner where the pointy part was. Lisa started rubbing her hands up and down the three foot length of the pointer, stroking it as if it was a real cock.
"Now," she said to the woman, "which kind of a cock do you want? I can be a thin cock or a thick cock. Or else we can see if we can get the whole thing in."
When Lisa started laughing at the thought of shoving all three feet of pointer up Miss Bellows' cunt, the teacher didn't laugh at all. She thought the girl was sick.
But Pamela realized that this thing was going to happen no matter what she tried to do, and as long as she had that in mind she told Lisa that the thick end would be better. The thick end wasn't even as thick as Richard's cock so she knew she could take it in, and the thin end was just too thin.
"I'll lie back on the table," Pamela said, and as she did she pulled her legs up to her head and spread them. .
"You have to give me directions," Lisa told her.
"Well, what I would like my man to do first is lick me a little, especially if he's going to be fucking me with such a dry cock. I want my cunt wet inside so that it doesn't chafe me or scrape me."
Lisa moved right between Pamela's spread legs and started to tickle her cunt. She slid her fingers in and out and played with the woman's clit. As far as she could tell, from only a few seconds of stroking, Pamela's box was hot and wet already. But just to satisfy what the woman wanted, Lisa moved her mouth down to the cunt lips and started licking them hard.
She flicked Pamela's clit back and forth with her tongue a few times and waited until Pamela's breathing rate had increased tremendously. When she thought that the woman was on the verge of coming, she quickly pulled her mouth away.
"Now what?" Lisa asked. "Tell me what you want me to do next."
"Shove it in me," Pamela moaned, feeling her cunt on the verge of orgasm and wanting it to happen before the pleasure rushes had their chance to subside. "Fuck me with that long hard cock of yours, Richard."
Lisa smiled when Pamela started calling her Richard.
So, it seemed that Miss Bellows had herself a steady beau, Lisa couldn't help thinking, and his named was Richard. She would have to learn a little more about him when the fuck was over.
Right now, though, it was only beginning.
Lisa positioned the thick end of the wooden pointer right between Pamela's creaming thighs. There was a small rubber tip at the thick end and the girl tickled Pamela's cunt lips a few times before she actually started to slide it in.
She thrust it in as deep as it would go, and it was only when she heard Pamela grunting that she knew to stop. As Lisa started sliding it out a little, she noticed how wet it had gotten and realized that Pamela's cunt was really a juicy one.
"Come on," Lisa said to the young black-haired teacher as she saw her large tits rising and falling, "you're supposed to tell me what to do."
"Keep thrusting," Pamela moaned, closing her eyes. "Richard, keep that hard dick of yours moving inside of me. I love the way it rubs over my clit. God, Richard, you're so much harder than you ever were before."
Pamela actually believed that Richard was the one fucking her. She knew that it would be too humiliating for her to keep her eyes open and watch herself getting fucked with a wooden pointer. So she kept her eyes closed and pretended that the pointer was really the warm cock flesh of her lover.
The only thing was when her cunt started spasming around it, the pointer didn't start to pulsate thee way Richard's cock would have done. She tried not to think about that, and continued moaning and talking. She talked of how she wanted the cock grinding inside of her cunt.
Lisa didn't know what Pamela meant by that, but then the woman reached down and started moving the pointer around so that it was not only moving in and out, but also spiralling. When that happened, Lisa couldn't believe the way the woman started to come. The mock-cock was stretching her cunt wider than ever and she jerked her ass up and down off the table as she felt her orgasm at its peak.
"God, I'm going to come," Pamela started moaning. "Richard, see if you can work it so that we come together. I love to feel your come shooting out into me so that we come at the same time. Please, Richard."
Lisa knew that it was impossible to make the pointer come and tried to think of something else that she might be able to do to satisfy that need in the woman. She thought of pulling the pointer out and then spitting into Pamela's cunt so that something wet would shoot inside.
But she couldn't do that because it would mean pulling the pointer out of Pamela's cunt and possibly ending the orgasm then and there. Lisa just decided that this was going to have to be one fuck where the cock just didn't come. Pamela was just going to have to understand that this wasn't a real cock and there was no way to make it spurt out come. To try and make up for it, Lisa started to thrust the pointer even harder and suddenly Pamela let out a long, wailing moan.
Lisa listened to the way it started out loud and filled with passion, but then in eventually started to subside along with the rush of orgasm, until Pamela was just purring softly like a newborn kitten.
It was only then that the young black-haired girl pulled the pointer out of Miss Bellow's cunt and moved her mouth there to lick her dry.
As soon as her tongue touched Pamela's cunt she started to moan again, but Lisa could tell this was only part of the after play. Pamela's senses were still at their height and she was therefore very vulnerable to any outside stimulation.
Lisa just started tonguing the cunt cream off of the wet walls, and when she had satisfied her hunger she pulled her mouth away and rested her chin on Pamela's sweaty black pubic patch. She looked up at the older woman who was finally opening her eyes.
"There," Lisa said, "that wasn't so bad now, was it?"
"It was all right," Pamela said. "I was getting lost in it."
"I could tell that. Who is Richard?"
"What?"
Pamela didn't know how the young girl knew that name, but it was all coming back to her. She had been soo lost in her fantasy during the fuck, lost because it was the only way she could get through, that she must have slipped. She knew that the whole time she was being fucked with the pointer she had been dreaming of Richard, but hadn't been aware of the fact that she said the name out loud.
"You called me Richard," Lisa said. "I didn't know that you had a beau, Miss Bellows. I'm glad to hear that you're not strictly homosexual."
"Why does that make you glad?'" Pamela asked.
She wished that the young girl would have taken her head away from her cunt. She didn't like it there because Lisa was a constant threat.
"Because I thought after I made it with my first girlfriend, that I might only be homosexual. But then I decided that since I hadn't tried it with a man yet, I might not be. I'm dying to try it with a man."
"Oh?" Pamela asked, raising her eyebrows. She didn't say anything else. She could sense what Lisa was leading to already.
"You wouldn't happen to know where I could find one, do you?"
"No," Pamela said, quickly. "Besides, you just can't go out and look for a man because you feel the time is right. You have to have some feelings for the man already, before you hop into bed with him. Otherwise, it's just sex."
"And what do you think this is?" Lisa asked. "Look how much you got off with only a fucking pointer. And you're telling me that it's just sex. Really, Miss Bellows, I think you'd better be more honest and open with me. I don't like all these lies that you're telling me. I know the difference between sex and love."
"I'm glad to hear it," Miss Bellows said, and then she pushed Lisa's head off of her pussy patch and sat up. She reached over for her dress and started putting it on.
"Did I say you could dress yet?" Lisa asked.
"I have a class in half an hour, and you should be in class right now. I'm going to have to give you a late pass, you know."
"No you won't," Lisa said. "If Miss Polott says anything because I walk into her class late, I'll just tell her to bring it up with Miss Jane."
Pamela couldn't believe what a little bitch Lisa Weiss had turned into. As long as she knew she had control over all the teachers in the school (and she did, so long as she had control over Miss Jane) she could do whatever she wanted. Not only did it put Lisa in a completely dominant position, but it was also going to look bad when the other girls saw her pulling all kinds of shit and getting away with it.
"One last thing," Lisa said, before Pamela had a chance to button her dress. "I do want a man.. When your Richard comes to visit, I want to see him."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pamela Bellows couldn't help but tell Miss Jane about what had happened in her classroom later that night. At first, Miss Jane had been terribly upset about the whole thing and she began to scold the younger teacher.
"I told you about it so you would know what was bothering me," Miss Jane screamed. "I didn't tell you so that you would go out and try to do something so completely foolish about it. I can't believe that you did it.
"Look," Pamela said to her, "it's like you already told me. I'm in this thing as deeply as you are. I didn't know what was going to happen between the two of us, believe me. I'm as upset about it as you are."
That was when Miss Jane calmed down. She walked behind Pamela and started to stroke the younger teacher's soft hair.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," she said. "I shouldn't have. I know that you didn't think anything like this was going to happen. But now you believe me when I tell you there's something wrong with that girl. Now she knows that she has both of us in the palm of her hand."
"And do you know what else? She wants a man now, so she says. When she was fucking me with the pointer I started moaning Richard's name. She told me the next time he comes to visit me she wants him."
"Wonderful," Miss Jane said, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Now we not only have a lesbian running rampant throughout our school, but even more, we have a little nymphomaniac."
"I wouldn't go that far," Pamela said. "It's only natural that she desires a man. Do you think I should bring her to the fruit store?"
"No," Miss Jane said. "Right now I don't know what we're going to do, but one thing for certain is we're not going to throw people at her to fuck."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Pamela quickly slipped into a robe as Miss Jane walked over to answer it. She opened the door and saw lovely blonde-haired Debbie Lyon standing there in her bathrobe.
"I have to talk with you," Debbie said, walking into the room and sitting down on Miss Jane's bed, as if she owned the place. "What have I done wrong?"
"What?" Miss Jane asked.
"What have I done wrong. During the first few weeks of the term, I tried to be the kind of student I know you like. I tried to do my best work and be as prim and proper as I possibly could, even at the risk of being called an ass-licker. Well, all of a sudden, everything's changed. I don't know why, but ever since that night I caught Lisa and Jenny in the bathroom, nothing has been going right for me."
"What do you mean by that?" Miss Jane asked, even though she already knew.
"You never talk to me after class anymore. And it seems as if Lisa is your pet now. I can't understand why you let Lisa and Jenny move up to the attic. Are you encouraging them to continue sleeping together, or what? I don't know, Miss Jane, but it's like I said. I'm terribly confused about the whole thing."
Miss Jane started to rub Debbie's warm shoulders and then hugged the girl.
"I understand that you're confused, child," she said. "But I'm just as confused as you are. Just believe me when I tell you everything's going to be okay again, soon."
Even as she spoke, she was looking over Debbie's shoulder and staring as Miss Bellows. Jane could tell from the expression on Pamela's face that Pamela was not as convinced as Debbie now was that everything would be all right.
Miss Jane couldn't blame her young lover, though, because she had no idea when everything would go back to normal again either. So long as Lisa Weiss had the upper hand things were bound to continue.
"I guess I'll be going now," Debbie said to Miss Jane. "Thanks for the talk."
"Okay. And don't you worry about anything."
As soon as Debbie left Miss Jane slumped down on her bed and started crying. Pamela walked over to the woman and stroked her long blonde hair. She moved her lips to Miss Jane's ear and started to kiss her lightly.
"What's Lisa's mother like?" she whispered.
"I only met her once," Jane said. "Why do you even care?"
"Because she's the one who Lisa threatened to tell. I just wanted to know what the woman could be like. Did you ever think that she might be gay herself? If she is, then something like this wouldn't shock her."
"And if she isn't?" Jane asked. She didn't even have to say anything else because Pamela knew what it would be like if Mrs. Weiss wasn't. "Besides, Pamela, you know that I could never call her up and ask her a question like that."
"Well then, is she strict when it comes to sex? I know that you say you only met her once, but you might have been able to tell by the way she dressed."
"You can't tell how sexual a person is by the way he or she dresses, Pamela. Take me, for instance. Everyone thought I was completely asexual."
Pamela had to agree with that. If Miss Jane hadn't come onto her like she had that first time together, she never would have believed that the woman was sexual at all.
"Anyway," Jane said, "why are you asking me all these questions? I don't seem to understand where they're leading."
"Figure it out," Pamela said. "Right now it would really be Lisa's word against ours if she ever told her mother. Of course, the girl is something of a ballbuster and I'm sure that no matter what happened, even if we denied it, she would still somehow win. But, what about the things Lisa is doing?"
"What kinds of things?" Miss Jane asked.
Pamela started to laugh. She didn't think that the woman was really serious about that, so she started to name all the things Lisa had been caught doing.
She started with Lisa's getting caught with Jenny. Then there was the scene with Lisa and Miss Jane, then Lisa's insisting that she and Jenny be allowed to sleep up in the attic where God-knows-what was going on at that very moment. Then, to top it off, there was the incident that had occurred that afternoon between Lisa and Pamela.
"And what does all that mean?" Miss Jane asked.
"It means that Lisa's done some pretty terrible things herself. If her mother has grown up with any morals at all, then she would be shocked the learn about all these things her daughter is doing."
"Lisa v Ad deny them, too. You know that."
"What if she couldn't deny it?" Miss Bellows asked. "What if we had proof in black and white that these things were happening? When I say that, Jane, you know that I'm talking about taking photos."
"Photos? What an interesting idea, Pamela. But suppose we were to get a picture of her and another girl here? I'm sure that Lisa would tell her mother we were the ones who influenced her to do it."
"I'm not talking about only one set of pictures," Pamela Bellows said, and she moved her fingers down Miss Jane's flat belly, slipping them into her robe. "I'm talking about a few sets with different people. Of course, we would have to get one set with a man, but I'm sure that wouldn't be too hard. Richard wouldn't mind."
Miss Jane started to smile as Pamela spoke. The idea seemed like a perfect one. If they had pictures and they threatened to show them to Lisa's mother, the girl would have to retreat and stop all her threats.
Once that happened, Miss Jane knew she would feel her authority returning. For as long as Lisa had this control over her, Miss Jane knew that she was losing her authority.
"All right," she said, "I'm willing to go along with it all."
"Good," Pamela said. "Now this is the way we're going to have to do it ... "
The next morning at breakfast, Lisa Weiss made sure that she was sitting close to Miss Jane and Miss Bellows. She liked being with them a lot more than with the other students, mainly because she had such control over them.
"I think we're going to need more vegetables this afternoon," Miss Jane said to Miss Bellows at one point. "Would you mind taking a ride into town this afternoon?"
"No," Pamela said. "I'd love it."
"I thought you would," Jane said. "After all, you told me all about Richard and what he looks like. I should think you'd want to see him again."
"You know that I would, Jane. I love making love to you, but once in a while I feel this need for a man."
As she spoke, Pamela made sure to occasionally glance over at Lisa, just to see what her reaction would be. She could see anger rising in Lisa's face and she really felt like slapping her once or twice. But she just looked back at Miss Jane. The bait had been set, and now it was up to Lisa to make the next move.
It happened sooner than she had expected. Pamela had figured that Lisa might stay after class that morning to talk with her. Instead, Lisa walked right up to her desk five minutes before class.
"You lied to me, Miss Bellows, and you know that I hate it when you lie to me."
"About what?"
"You should have told me that Richard worked in town. When I told you I wanted a man, you should have been honest with me."
"It never crossed my mind," Miss Bellows told her, playing everything so cool.
"Well it should have. Anyway, I don't want to go on with this for too long. All I know is that I'm going with you to town this afternoon. I want to meet this Richard person that you know, and you're going to make him fuck me."
"I certainly can't do anything like that," Pamela said. "It's a decision that he'll have to make, believe me."
"I'm sure you can use your influence. Let me put that another way. You'd better."
With those words, Lisa turned around and walked back to her desk. The girl had a heart like stone, Miss Bellows decided. She tried to hide her smile so that Lisa wouldn't see how happy she was. There was no reason not to smile. The fish had taken the bait.
The day seemed to go by so slowly for some reason, and Pamela thought that it was because she was looking forward to the afternoon so much. When the last class was finally over she. wasn't at all surprised to see Lisa Weiss walking into her classroom.
"Here I am, ready whenever you are," the young black-haired girl said.
"We might as well leave now," Pamela said to her. "There's no use wasting any time. I already have the keys to the station wagon and the list of what we need."
The two of them walked out of the school together, and Pamela just hoped that Miss Jane had put the camera under the seat in the back so Lisa wouldn't see it.
The two of them had very little to say to each other, although Miss Bellows tried to make some conversation.
"How are things between you and Jenny?" she asked. "Now that you're alone in the attic together, I would imagine that you're getting along better."
"It's okay," Lisa said. "I'm getting a little tired of her."
"Is she getting tired of you, too?" Pamela asked.
"I don't know, and I don't really care. I don't want to talk about her right now. Just tell me what Richard looks like. Does he have a big cock?"
"Wait until you see him," Pamela said. "It's only a few more minutes so I might as well not tell you. He is beautiful, though."
Pamela saw the way Lisa rubbed her legs together and she was sure that the girl was very hot with anticipation. She honestly couldn't blame Lisa because she was hot at the thought of making it with Richard, too. She couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of her once again, although she wasn't planning to get involved with the two of them until after she had taken enough photos of Lisa and Richard.
Richard was standing out in front of the store when Pamela drove up. He waved to her as she pulled the station wagon into the front spot and he was walking to the car door before Pamela even had a chance to open it.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" he asked when he saw a look at lovely Lisa sitting in the front seat.
"Come here and let me talk to you for a second," Pamela said, taking his arm. She led him down the street a few feet so that Lisa couldn't hear what she was going to tell him. "I brought that girl here for you."
"What?"
"The girl wants to be fucked and that's all she talks about. I thought that you wouldn't mind fucking her. You'd be her first."
"What? Pamela, I believe that you've actually flipped-out. What you're asking me to do is certainly not right."
"I'm not saying it's right," Pamela said. "But it's the way things have to be worked out. Richard, the girl is very cold. She found out something about the head of the school and now she's blackmailing her. The girl has an incredible amount of power. If you don't do this for me, I don't know what I'll do."
"What does she know?" Richard asked.
"I can't tell you that," Pamela said. "You just have to believe that if you don't do me this one favor, I'm in big trouble."
Richard looked back toward the car. Lisa had already gotten out and was leaning against it. He couldn't get over what nice tits she had pressing through her blouse. The idea was beginning to sound more and more sane.
"All right," he said. "I'll do it."
"Good. I'm going to wait out here for a while. Just take her in the back and make it as fast as you can, okay?"
Richard was chuckling as he walked toward the young black-haired girl. He couldn't help but notice how much she resembled Pamela in her appearance. He smiled at Lisa, held out his hand for her to take and then started to lead her into the fruit store.
As soon as they were inside Pamela ran to the car and got the camera. She wasn't going to miss anything, from the first shedding of clothing to the last pumping of Richard's cock.
She smiled at Tina when she walked into the store, then walked toward the back and opened the curtain just a little bit.
She could see that Richard was already half-undressed. Lisa was on her knees now between his legs. She was licking his stiff brown nipple and rubbing the hair of his chest, while he had his head thrown back and was moaning.
"How about my cock? You've never had one before? Taste it?"
Pamela snapped a few pictures of Lisa pulling down Richard's zipper and then she reached into his pants and pulled out his semi-erect dick. She started to run her tongue along the underside and as she did, Pamela clicked some more. She thought that the transformation of a semi-erect cock to a hard-on because of Lisa's eager tongue was going to make an excellent series of shots.
Lisa started to run her tongue all over the head of Richard's cock and she could taste a single drop of pre-emission come. As she started to spread it all over the cock head with her tongue, he moaned even louder.
Then she opened her mouth all the way and started to take the large cock deep into her throat. Pamela was amazed that the girl was able to do that on a first try, but wasn't at all surprised when Lisa started gagging a little.
Richard reached down and pulled her head back just a bit to make it easier for her.
"You know what I really love?" he asked her. "I love it when a girl sucks my balls. Suck them into your mouth."
Pamela made sure to take pictures of the whole thing. She watched through the camera eye and Lisa sucked one ball into her mouth, then another. At the same time, the girl was rubbing the thick cock against her cheek and Richard's hairy chest was beginning to drip with sweat.
She sucked his balls for almost five minutes and then went back to the cock. By that time, however, Richard was too excited and Pamela could tell from the way his cock was twitching that he would come soon.
She didn't want that. She knew that she had to get some pictures of Richard eating the girl, and best of all, pictures of Richard fucking her. That was why Pamela smiled happily when she saw Richard push the girl away and then squeeze his cock so that the orgasmic pulsations would die down before he actually ejaculated.
She thought it quite amusing when Richard had to explain all that to a befuddled Lisa. He told her how he wanted to stay hard as long as he possibly could because once he came it would drain him a great deal and make him flaccid for a time.
When Lisa asked him what they were going to do then, he stood up. His pants slid down around his knees and he stepped out of them.
His large cock bobbed up and down as he walked closer to her, then he pushed her down on the bed.
He started unbuttoning her blouse very fast and then began to knead her nipple flesh between his fingers. Lisa closed her eyes and moaned passionately as she felt tingles running all over her body.
As he moved his mouth to one nipple, Richard slid his free hand down into her pants and began to massage her cunt.
Come on, Richard, Pamela was thinking, strip her naked so we can get it into the pictures. I want some pictures of your fingers up her cunt.
As soon as she thought about it, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Richard did just that. He pulled his hand out of her pants for a few seconds, taking the time to unsnap them and pushed them down. When Pamela saw Lisa's wet pussy lips and her sweat filled pubic patch being stroked by her man, she made sure the snap more pictures.
She was glad that Richard continued to lick her nipples, first one and then the other, and finger-fuck her at the same time. He did this for a while and while he continued Pamela took the opportunity to unload the first roll of film and slip the second one in.
It was only then that Tina walked up behind her, startling her.
"What in God's name are you doing?" the blonde girl asked, and when she saw the camera and heard the passion moans coming from behind the curtain, she smiled. "Like, wow, this is super. I can't believe you're doing it."
"Ssh," Pamela said. "I'm doing it secretly as a present for the young girl. It's her first time with a man and you know how pictures always serve as a remembrance."
"Like, wow, that's the neatest thing I ever heard in my life. God, I always wanted to get into photography, too. Like, wow, it's the best."
Pamela suddenly had one of the most brilliant thoughts of her career. She looked through the curtains again just to make sure that the two naked, sweaty people were still in pretty much the same position, and was happy to discover that Richard was still licking her nipples. When she thought about it, she remembered that he never spent so much time with her nipples, but decided to let it go at that.
"Hey," she said to Tina, still whispering, "do you think you could take some pictures? I'm in the mood to join in the fun."
"Sure," Tina said. 'This place usually isn't so busy at this time anyway.'"
"Only one thing," Pamela said. "Be sure to hide the camera in a brown bag when you're finished. Remember, I told you it was a surprise for the girl and I don't want her to know about it until her birthday next week. I don't want Richard to know about it, either. So just hide the camera when we're finished and resting, and then when I come out to pick up the vegetables that I need, just slip the bag with the others."
"Like, wow, I think I could remember that," Tina said.
"Just try that," Pamela said, taking the camera strap off from around her neck and placing it around Tina's. "See you later. And happy shooting."
Pamela quietly stepped through the curtains and then pulled them closed again. She was sure that Tina would be fine on the camera, and so long as she was Pamela quickly undressed and then climbed into bed with the two of them.
When Richard saw her he smiled, and Pamela was happy to see that even the cold bitch Lisa was smiling, too. Pamela put her cunt right over Lisa's face and then the girl started to lick her with relish. At the same time, Pamela was looking at Richard and pushing his head down to Lisa's eager cunt.
"Oh, Richard, eat her already. Look how eager she is."
She literally pushed his head between Lisa's legs and watched as he started to move his mouth in for the kill. Pamela quickly looked up and smiled at the small lens she saw sticking through the curtain.
She figured that as long as she knew the camera was there, she might as well take good advantage of it. There was something of pure contentment behind her smile for a vast number of reasons. The idea of the pictures was pleasing to her because it would finally get Lisa off her back. The idea of seeing the young girl lose her virginity to Richard was thrilling, too, but best of all was the licking Lisa was giving her now.
The girl was actually making Pamela flood with pleasure, forcing her tongue deep into the woman's cunt and pressing her mouth against the lips. It was as if Lisa was clinging to her cunt for some kind of support and Pamela liked that idea.
Her tongue was flicking the clit back and forth and Pamela moved a little and squealed with delight. At the same time, she looked down at Richard who seemed to be having a feast eating this virgin pussy.
"Richard, why don't you fuck her a little?" Pamela asked.
As Richard stood up, Pamela pulled her cunt from the girl's face because she wanted to make sure that the face was in the pictures.
Richard was rubbing his glistening cock head against the girl's cunt lips and then he pushed himself all the way in. She had no cherry to be popped, for horseback riding as a child had broken it, but he didn't care. Her cunt was definitely one of the tightest he had ever fucked and he was glad that his thick dick was one of the first to stretch her. He rammed his way deep into the cunt and Lisa let out the longest moan.
Pamela could hear the faint sound of the pictures being snapped and she knew that none of the others would be able to hear it. The only reason she was able to make the sound out so well was because she was aware of it.
"Fuck me now, Richard," Pamela said. "You don't want to come right away, do you?"
When Richard looked at her with a smile, she knew he would do it. He pulled his wet dick from Lisa's cunt and then moved it to hers. With one swift thrust he was in deep and Pamela wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. She loved the way his moustache tickled and how his hairy chest soothed her nipples.
"Lick his balls and ass from behind," Pamela told Lisa.
During the kiss she had seen a look of discontentment coming over the young girl's face and that was one thing she knew she couldn't have. As Lisa moved behind Richard and began to lick his light-haired ass cheeks and his hanging balls, Pamela thought about what a fine picture that one would make. She thought of mailing Lisa's mother an eight-by-ten glossy to put on the fireplace.
At one point, Lisa got into it so much that she pulled Richard's ass cheeks apart and started to ream his asshole with her tongue. She pushed her sloshing wet tongue deep into the tight red hole and he let out the most passionate groan so far. When Pamela felt him starting to pulsate inside of her she pushed him out immediately. As much as she would have liked to feel his rush of come, she knew that he had to come inside of Lisa. Otherwise, the girl would be impossible to live with until the pictures were developed.
As she saw his cock throbbing harder she reached out and squeezed him as hard as she could. At the same time, she was telling Lisa to bend over.
Richard entered her cunt from, behind but reached around front and started to finger her clit at the same time. Pamela just sat back and watched the two of them, moving her eyes over to the camera lens every so often to see what was happening there. She loved the way Lisa's whole body was broken out in a sweat and the way her nice-sized tits were hanging down. The girl was obviously in the middle of her orgasm because of the way she was rocking her ass back and forth and grinding it against Richard's cock.
Richard has his eyes clenched tight as he felt the pressure building up in his cock for the third time. He could feel the tight spasming of Lisa's hot cunt around him and was happy to feel how wet she was.
When the pressure was too much he started to spurt gobs of white come into her and that was when she looked like she was going to faint. She started moaning to the same rhythm that his cock was pumping, and when it was over he pulled his limp dick from her cunt and rubbed it against her soft buttocks.
They lay on the cot for about ten minutes stroking each other and Richard was the one who suggested that they finally dress. Lisa did so reluctantly since she had loved her first taste of cock and wanted more.
After they were dressed they walked out front and Pamela gave Richard the order. As they were collecting the different bags of vegetables, Tina handed Pamela the one extra bag. She smiled as she did so, and Pamela thanked her.
"That was great," Lisa said in the car as they started back to the school. "You'd better not tell anyone else about this, Miss Bellows. But I want you to know that it was great for me, something that I won't forget for a long time."
"I'm sure you won't," Pamela said, smiling slyly. "I'm sure you won't."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The second photography session was just as easy to set up as the first. It all started the next afternoon when Miss Jane noticed how cold Jenny Farth was being toward Lisa Weiss. She called the brown-haired girl up to her desk after class and began talking to her.
Jenny started pouring her heart out to Miss Jane, telling her how discontent she was living upstairs with Lisa because Lisa had become something of a little bitch.
"First of all, she's so possessive with me. She hates it when I talk to any of the other girls, and right now I'm pretty interested in one of the girls."
"Which one?" Miss Jane asked.
"Debbie Lyon." When Jenny saw Miss Jane's jaw drop, she started to explain just how she and Debbie had gotten together for the first time.
A few days after she and Lisa had been living in the attic, Debbie had come upstairs to talk with Jenny. Lisa wasn't there, which was good, because Lisa never would have tolerated Debbie's being up there. Debbie told Jenny how she was so mixed up because the two of them were getting special privileges when they should have been getting punished for what they had been discovered doing.
"Don't worry, Miss Jane," Jenny said, "I didn't tell her anything about what Lisa told me. I know that you and Miss Bellows have been together for some time now."
Miss Jane smiled. She liked Jenny a lot more now, and listened enthusiastically as Jenny continued her story. Somehow, they had just been drawn together, sitting on opposite beds. They had started talking sex, and Debbie ended up climbing into Jenny's bed.
In some ways, it bothered Miss Jane when she heard that Debbie was now sleeping around with Jenny, quite frequently. It bothered her that another one of her girls was getting into lesbianism, but it helped her come up with another plan.
"I want you and Debbie to be together one afternoon so that Lisa catches you," Miss Jane suddenly told the girl.
"What? Are you kidding? I could never do that. Lisa threatened to call my mother and tell her about what I do if she ever catches me at it again. I really can't afford to run that risk right now, Miss Jane."
"Lisa has been threatening too many people, too many times. You must know the way she manipulates Miss Bellows and myself. Well, we have a plan. I can't tell you too much about it right now because it's just coming together. But if you could arrange it so it happened tomorrow afternoon, I can guarantee you that Lisa will never tell her mother."
Jenny looked at Miss Jane with suspicious eyes. She didn't know why she should trust the woman since Miss Jane was being manipulated by Lisa anyway, but she decided that she was going to have to do it.
She couldn't go on living with Lisa anymore, and if that was going to mean a way out for her, she was more than willing.
Pamela was ready with her camera that afternoon. She hid in the rafters of the attic, and area that Miss Jane had told her would be perfectly suitable for aerial shots of this little trio.
For one thing that Miss Jane had told Jenny, and it was a most important thing at that, was to make sure that she and Debbie somehow stripped Lisa and made her join in the action. Jenny didn't know why, but she said that she would.
Pamela was up in the rafters when Jenny and Debbie first walked into the attic. She could feel herself starting to get hot and horny as she watched Debbie starting to undress. Pamela had kept her eyes on the blonde ever since the first day of school, but since she thought that girl was a real ass-licker and didn't go for those types (yes, she thought, there were still some teachers who didn't like ass-lickers) she hadn't bothered paying much attention to her.
Debbie had the softest looking white tits that Pamela had ever seen. She loved the two perky pink nipples that were sticking up in their full stiff glory.
She wasn't at all surprised when Jenny moved her mouth to one tit and started to lick the nipple before Debbie even had a chance to pull off her skirt and panties. But once they were off, Pamela saw the sparse blonde bush between the girl's legs and the full lush red cunt lips.
When Jenny moved her fingers between Debbie's cunt lips and started to finger-fuck the blonde's cunt, Pamela decided to take a few pictures just for herself. Debbie was too good to be missed, she thought.
Jenny led Debbie over to the bed and made her lie down on her back. At the same time, the brown-haired girl was stripping off the rest of her clothing and getting down on her knees by the bed. She moved her mouth to Debbie's cunt and started to eat her. Pamela loved the ecstatic look on the blonde's face as she arched her ass up off the bed and closed her eyes. She started moaning softly and licking her lips.
Pamela wished that she was the one licking that honey-blonde pussy, and decided that if things worked out the way she planned and they were able to stop Lisa Weiss' threats, she was going to see to it personally that Debbie was rewarded for her part.
In the meantime, she concentrated on Debbie's perky pink nipples and licked her lips as she imagined how sweet they must have tasted.
Debbie seemed to be in the middle of a super orgasm when the attic door opened, and there was bitchy Lisa. Pamela decided to catch a shot of the girl's first reaction and after that she knew she would save the rest of the film for Lisa's undressing.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lisa yelled at Jenny.
Jenny tried to act shocked, even though she knew that Miss Jane had been talking to Lisa after class to stall her and that Lisa would be coming back eventually.
"Lisa," Jenny started saying, "I was only doing this for you. Look how beautiful Debbie Lyon is. And when you called her an ass-licker you really had her pegged up. You should feel the way she reams an asshole."
At first, Pamela didn't know how Lisa was going to react. The black-haired vixen looked like she was ready to hit Jenny, but then she pulled her hand back and looked over at the naked blonde on the bed.
"So," she said to Debbie, "you're not an ass-licker anymore."
"Why the fuck should I be?" Debbie asked. "Where the hell does it get me? I caught the two of you fucking each other and you get rewarded. Well, shit, honey, if rewards are handed out around here for fucking, then you can certainly count me in."
A broad smile broke out across Lisa's face and she moved even closer to the bed. The minute she started to unbutton her blouse Pamela started smiling in the rafters. That Lisa had such an insatiable desire for a new cunt that she was willing to hop into bed with anyone, Pamela thought.
As soon as Lisa was stripped naked, she did just that.
Lisa moved her lips to Debbie's nipple and she started to suck on it hard. Pamela made sure to snap at least one picture, but unlike the first photography session where she had taken many pictures in the same poses, she decided that one in each position was quite enough. Besides, she didn't have an extra roll of film this time.
Lisa sucked on the nipple for the longest time, and Jenny was busy sucking the other one. Meanwhile, Debbie had moved her hand down between her legs and she was busy masturbating. Pamela wished that Lisa would notice so she would move down there and start licking. It took a few minutes for the black-haired girl to pull her mouth from the stiff pink nipple and that convinced Pamela even more that she had to taste those nipples one day in the near future.
The minute Lisa licked her way down between Debbie's spread legs and started to lap at her heavenly pussy, Pamela snapped another picture.
She loved the way Debbie's whole tender body was broken out in a deep passion sweat.
She thought that Lisa was continuously improving in her cunt licking, at least from what she could see. She decided to snap a few more pictures of Lisa licking cunt. It would be a wonderful shot to show her mother.
As Debbie's orgasm started to subside, Lisa pulled her head from the girl's cunt.
"All right. I heard about how you lick ass. Let's see."
Debbie sat up, and since she was so out of breath her lovely tits were heaving up and down. But Lisa was already moving to her bed and lying on her back. It was a perfect picture, particularly when Debbie stuck out her long red tongue and started to lick Lisa's white sweaty buttocks. She began to massage them with her hands, grasping them firmly, and then she reamed her tongue into Lisa's asshole.
"Jesus," Lisa groaned, moving her hand down to her own cunt and masturbating. It was only natural that this was her favorite position since her first sexual experience with Miss Jane had been like this.
Lisa started working her fingers in and out of her cunt and Debbie continued to ream her asshole. Meanwhile, Jennie climbed on the bed and sat down right in front of Lisa's face. Lisa stuck out her tongue and started to lick Jenny's clit as the girl spread her cunt lips wide.
Pamela thought that it would make a perfect picture when she saw Lisa's long tongue just touching Jenny's clit, and after a few minutes she caught a few more of Lisa licking Jenny's creaming cunt.
By this time, Debbie had tired of her ass licking and she was directing her tongue into Lisa's cunt. In a few seconds, Lisa had rolled over onto her back. She spread her legs wide and Debbie moved her mouth down there. Lisa continued licking Jenny's cunt some more and the brown-haired girl reached down and started to massage Lisa's stiff nipples. She plucked at them lightly, in the beginning, then she started to twist them a little harder. Lisa was moaning with pleasure.
Pamela knew the pictures she had were going to change Lisa's attitude, and she happened to be right.
Later that day, when Miss Jane showed the girl the first set from the day before, Lisa was scared.
It seemed like the pictures did their trick. Miss Bellows also had a nice set of photos for those days when she was going to have to masturbate herself, but it didn't seem like that was going to be happening for a while.
Not with all the young lesbians at Miss Jane's school.
