Miss Jane's Private School
by James Arron


FOREWORD 

"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." 

"Very funny, Richard," Pamela said. "You know that's impossible." 

"Have you ever looked?" Richard asked her. 

"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. 


THE END
