This is the first of six stories about messages going to the wrong person, and the result of that mistake. They are completely separate stories, and are only connected by this common theme.
copyright: Lesley Tara, 2014
This is a VERY LONG story with several sex scenes; it is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental. However, it was inspired by an incident at work, when I made a small error in addressing an email and it went to the wrong person – it didn’t matter, as there was nothing confidential in it, but it gave me the idea for this story, and then that led to the ideas for the other ones.
At the root, it was our parents’ fault. Why, with all the possibilities in the world to choose from, would you give your two daughters names with the same initial letter? However, my sister, four years the elder, was christened Rachel Sarah, whilst I am Rebecca Anne. The only reason why this did not cause more problems is that I have always been known as Becky within the family and to my friends, but there was sometimes confusion with more formal or official matters. When we were still young and first got our own email addresses on the family internet account, we thought it was great fun that she was r.s.@williams... whilst I was r.a.@williams...
In later years, we spoke occasionally about changing the initials to forenames, but it was never enough of an issue that we bothered to do so, and by then our friends were used to the existing addresses and a change would have caused more confusion than it would ever solve. Of course, from time to time, someone got confused or mistyped – all it took was getting just one letter wrong, and ‘a’ and ‘s’ are right next to each other on the keyboard. Normally it did not matter much, and we just forwarded the message on to the other. Indeed, it had hardly happened at all in the last two years, as my sister (who is now twenty years old) has been away at college and only makes brief visits home – as she had done this last weekend – and most of her friends now use her university email address.
So all it took was one mistaken keystroke – an ‘a’ and not an ‘s’ – to transform my world. I was in a state of shock, and still could hardly take it in, as I read for the third time the astonishing message that had dropped into my email inbox on this Monday evening:
Hiya, Hot Cunt,
It was lovely to see you again on Saturday – and even better to get fucked again! I’ve really missed you these last two years – no one me does quite like you do, babe. Isn’t my new girl hot and eager? – you sure gave her a real hard ride, and the little slut loved every moment of it! I loved what you told me about your fun and games with the college girls, and I can just imagine how you turned your roommate into your bitch – it gets me wet just thinking about it. Those blonde cheerleader types are always natural subs once you get them on their les side. Anyway, I know you have your home email password-protected, so here’s a little memento of Saturday’s frolics, just so you don’t forget us! Mail me before you come back next time, and I’ll fix up this little threesome again – I knew you’d like it.
with kisses for your cunt, Tina
With a small part of my mind, I wondered who on earth was Tina? – none of Rachel’s friends had that name, and I had never heard her mention it. With the rest, I was trying to take in the stunning revelation that my older sister was an active lesbian – I had never suspected it, although it was true that she had never had much time for boyfriends, having so many other interests and activities, especially in all kinds of sports. It was a moment before I noticed that there was quite a bulky file attached to the email. I downloaded it and then, with my mouth dry and a strange flutter in my stomach, I opened it.
The contents literally took my breath away, and I had to grip the edges of my desk to avoid fainting. The file was bulky because it was a series of short video clips, taken in a bedroom that I did not recognise by a camera from a fixed position – probably sitting on a shelf. The first clip began with a large double-bed in full view, and my sister in the foreground. Like me, she is tall and leggy, with a pert ass, narrow waist and a bountiful chest – Rachel fills out a 30E bra, and I am now only one cup size behind her. We are both dark-haired, but she keeps hers clipped to a neat collar-length and mine falls in rich chestnut waves to my shoulder-blades. However, here she looked as I had never seen her before – exuding sexual charisma, with an avid expression of lust on her face. My sister was wearing only a pair of black leather boots, red fishnet stockings that were clipped to a red traditional suspender belt, and a skimpy quarter-cup red bra that thrust her tits forwards and left her nipples in full view. Still more amazing, there was buckled around her waist and crotch the harness of a black strap-on plastic dildo, and Rachel was rubbing one hand up and down its massive length in obvious erotic anticipation.
Even so, it was not seeing my sister (who looked amazingly hot, I had to admit) in her full glory as a lesbo dyke that hit me like a punch in the solar plexus – it was what was on the bed. As Rachel turned away from the camera and it obtained an unimpeded view, I gave a moaning gasp. There was a girl on the bed who was completely naked except for a pair of schoolgirl-style plain white knee-highs and a school-uniform tartan miniskirt; she was on all fours, and the skirt had been flipped up onto her back, revealing that she wore no panties underneath. Still more, she was in bondage, with her hands roped together in front of her, a red ball-gag strapped into her mouth, and her ankles tied with white cords to opposite corners of the bottom of the bed, spreading her legs and keeping her pussy and ass open and available. This was shocking enough, but when my sister knelt on the bed behind the bound girl and gripped her just above her hips, the captive glanced back over her shoulder and therefore looked directly at the camera – and was revealed to be none other than my very best friend, Melissa.
Any fear that I might have had that my friend was an unwilling participant in this sapphic scene was quickly dispelled. Melissa might be roped and gagged, but the look she gave Rachel was one of unbridled lust – it was look that I had never seen on my friend’s face before, but it was unmistakeable and spoke volumes. Clearly I was blind to everything about the people closest to me: I had never realised that my sister was an active and dominant dyke, nor had I ever suspected that the girl who had been my best friend since we first met at the age of six was a submissive lesbian bondage slut.
Rachel thrust the impossibly huge dildo into my friend’s pussy in one firm motion, and it seemed obvious that it had already been in her not long before – for Melissa’s pussy was slick with dripping juices, and her vagina accommodated the massive rod with ease, as it drilled into her for its full length. My sister then began to piston the dildo in and out, her hips pivoting with fast and expert motions – it was clear that she was very far from being a novice in the art of girl-fucking. Meanwhile, Melissa arched her spine and drove her pelvis backwards against each of Rachel’s thrusts, thereby doubling the impact of each impalement.
Then came the last shock of them all, though it was less devastating than seeing my sweet and adorable best friend as a submissive lesbian fuck-whore. As Rachel pounded Melissa’s cunt in doggy-style, a figure moved into view at the top of the bed, reaching under my best friend’s chest to her juddering breasts and pulling sharply on her nipples. It was none other than Miss Russell, who taught geography at my high school – I did not know her first name, but presumably it was, or reduced to, Tina. A slim blonde of average height, in her late 20s or maybe early 30s, she was certainly one of the most attractive of our teachers, and she was always dressed in elegant style. Now she wore even less than my sister: just a pair of stiletto-heeled shoes and black hold-up stockings.
My eyes drank in the sight of Miss Russell’s naked cunt and smooth-shaven mound with its jutting labia, her pointy medium-sized breasts swaying as she leaned over Melissa. After giving my best friend’s mammaries a mauling grope that Melissa had clearly relished, the teacher unbuckled the ball gag and then thrust her pussy into the girl’s face. I gasped again as Melissa at once stuck out her tongue, and began eagerly to lap and lick Miss Russell’s vagina, whilst all the time quivering from every piledriver impact from my sister’s strap-on. I could see why ‘Tina’ had written in her email that Melissa had been hot and eager, for she certainly was. It was a stunning revelation to see my friend acting in this wanton and sexual way, and not just for the discovery of her lesbian orientation – Melissa was normally rather quiet and shy, but clearly she channelled all of her passion into sapphic sexual marathons like this!
It all made sense now – the curious coincidence that neither my best friend nor my sister had been available when I had suggested going shopping in the town centre on Saturday afternoon. Both had cited some vague commitments that they had not really explained, and in truth I had been a little hurt at their apparent lack of enthusiasm for spending time with me. I had certainly never thought that they had the same appointment, or that it was this – a lesbian orgy with our high school teacher. I suddenly remembered that when my sister had been in the 10th grade (as Melissa and I were now), she had taken up the option of extra after-school tuition with Miss Russell, and that Melissa – also apparently in the quest for a top result – had been doing the same for the last three months. Clearly Miss Russell offered another kind of tuition, undreamt of by me, to the girls who came to her house – or at least, to the prettiest ones.
The next clip showed Melissa on her back, spread-eagled on the bed in an X shape, and again in bondage, with her wrists and ankles tied off to each corner of the bed. Rachel was once more pounding the strap-on into my best friend’s pussy, her hands braced upon Melissa’s hips to give the necessary leverage and force. My sister was giving it her all, and Melissa’s slim body was jerking and quivering with every battering-ram penetration. Then Miss Russell mounted the teenager at the other end, facing towards Rachel – and therefore the camera – as she straddled Melissa and lowered her cunt onto the girl’s questing mouth. The teacher then reached down to seize Melissa’s nipples – although her bust was smaller than mine, my friend had a nice pair of rounded and perky 28Cs. Miss Russell began to squeeze and pinch Melissa’s tits, making the girl gasp and groan with arousal. The scene was completed when Rachel released her grip on Melissa’s hips and instead cupped the teacher’s breasts, bending her head down to kiss and suck the nipples of the woman who evidently had been her lesbian initiator. The three females made a remarkable sight, forming a triangle of sapphic satiation, and I felt myself getting warm and sticky between my own legs as I watched their uninhibited surrender to lesbian lust.
The final clip showed Miss Russell sitting on an ordinary upright chair, with her arms roped to its back and her ankles tied to its front legs. Two other lengths of white cord had been wound around each of the blonde woman’s thighs and then tied off underneath the chair, forcing her legs to be splayed wide apart. Melissa was kneeling directly in front of the teacher, and was also in bondage: my friend’s arms were behind her and had been strapped tightly together at both the elbows and the wrists, and the latter were connected to her shackled ankles by a short rope, so that this submissive posture of obeisance was all that she could manage. Rachel came into view to stand behind Miss Russell, and with her left hand she reached over the bound woman’s shoulder to grope the blonde’s left breast, squeezing it and pinching the erect dark red nipple. With a lustful anticipatory smile, my sister’s right hand then snaked across the teacher’s pelvis and delved between her parted thighs. Rachel began to frot her fingers up and down Miss Russell’s meaty gash, easing it open to show the hot pink flesh inside, whilst my best friend gazed at it in utter fascination from a distance of about eight inches. After a few seconds of this, the teacher began to gasp and moan, writhing on the chair to the very limited extent that her bondage permitted. Rachel then released her lesbian tutor’s tit and pussy, strode round to loom over Melissa from behind, took a firm grip of younger girl’s head, and pushed the teen’s face down onto Miss Russell’s cunt.
It seemed that Melissa had an unlimited appetite for cunnilingus, and she applied herself with no less vigour than before. Once my friend had settled into her pussy-eating rhythm, my sister stepped to the side and reached across to take one of Miss Russell’s breasts in each hand, massaging their firm flesh and pulling on their nipples. Then Rachel swung one leg across to stand straddling above Melissa’s head, proferring her own cunt to her former high school teacher. My sister put a hand at the back of the blonde woman’s head to bring her forwards, but in truth it was not needed, for Miss Russell had hastened to press her face against Rachel’s pussy. Whilst due to the angle of the camera I could not see exactly what was going on, it was evident that my geography teacher was performing oral sex on my sister at the same time as receiving it from my best friend! After a few seconds, Rachel’s head went back and I saw her buttocks clench and quiver, then her mouth opened in a long moan, just as her hips suddenly spasmed in an unmistakeable orgasm. My sister then released Miss Russell’s head and took half a step backwards, which allowed her the space to reach down to the woman’s chest, grasp her breasts, and quite savagely twist each of her nipples in the opposite direction. The captive teacher screamed, but not in pain or even in protest – this was the final erotic stimulus (as my sister had clearly anticipated), perfectly synchronised with Melissa’s avid cunt-munching, that took the older woman to the crest of her climax and multiplied its explosive force.
Through all this, whilst I sat rigidly staring at the pornographic images on the screen, a voice somewhere inside my head was almost screaming: My sister is a lezzie! My sister is a dyke! My sister is screwing my best friend! My sister is fucking the shit out of her, and she’s loving it, the dirty lesbo slut’s loving every moment of it!
It was more than I could stand. I gave a moan, hiked the front of my mini-skirt up to my waist and thrust my right hand down inside my panties, rubbing my parted labia. Instead of relief, this stimulated me even more, and I hastily yanked my panties down to below my knees and plunged two fingers into my hole. As I began frantically to shaft myself, with my thighs spread apart and my back arching off the chair, I hit the return key with my left hand and set the video clips playing again. My eyes were riveted on the screen as I slammed myself towards a climax, and then I carried on almost without pause for a second orgasm and a third, until I slumped down again – shaken, spent and sticky with my own cum-juice.
The clips had played through and had ended with the final image frozen on the screen – Miss Russell in the throes of ecstasy, her face staring at me straight out of the monitor, as if she could see me. As I lay sprawled in my chair, legs wide open, I thought what a sexy hot bitch the teacher was – and suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted to do!
The next day, Tuesday, was one of the two days in the week when Melissa had an after-school tuition lesson with Miss Russell. I hadn’t understood before why she never complained about doing this extra work, and I determined to have a little fun with her. Making sure that I caught up with my cute friend just as she was closing the door of her locker and getting ready to leave the school buildings, I told her that Miss Russell had given me a message for her – an apology that she was not feeling well and would have to cancel their lesson, but looked forward to seeing Melissa at their next appointment on Thursday. My friend looked quite crestfallen at this news, and I decided to tease her:
‘Hey, Mel baby, you look really disappointed! D’you really enjoy having these extra lessons?’
Melissa blushed, looked away from my face, and mumbled incoherently:
‘Oh! umm, well ... y’know ... well, not ... err ... y’know, extra studies, like ... but ... umm ... well, I do need to be ... aah, I mean, like ... to do better, y’know, get a better grade ...’
‘Wow, you must really want to learn’, I said, keeping a perfectly straight face; ‘so, is Miss Russell a good teacher then – are you learning a lot from her?’
Melissa blushed even more, and stammered:
‘Oh, err, yeah ... she’s great, real hot – oh! I mean ... like, hot on the subject, you know ...’
‘Got ways to make it interesting, does she?’ I enquired, apparently in all innocence, and then I went almost too far by adding: ‘keeps you excited, then, I suppose?’
Fortunately, my friend was so distracted by the memories which my words evoked that she took them at face value. My observant gaze noticed that Melissa’s tits had suddenly become quite noticeable little peaks through her bra and cotton uniform shirt, whilst she seemed to be clenching her thighs together as if to contain herself.
‘Aaah! ... yes ... ummm ... yes, she does’, my friend replied in a shaky voice, and then she made a hurried escape with a mumbled ‘Gotta run – bye, see ya tomorrow’.
That was fine with me, for I had other plans for the next couple of hours. I knew where Miss Russell lived from the time when she had been tutoring my sister, and so it was easy to find the neat semi-detached house and knock on its front door. It was almost immediately opened by Miss Russell, who had obviously changed out of her professional clothes as soon as she had got home – but into an outfit that you would hardly expect for a teaching situation. She was wearing a pair of above-the ankle brown leather tooled cowboy-style boots (with no stockings or tights on her slim bare legs), and a pair of small and very tight-fitting denim shorts, cut so close at the crotch that the gusset of her white panties was visible. Above this was a short-sleeved cheesecloth cut-off top that was tied under the jut of her bust, leaving a bare midriff and showing both the edges of the white bra underneath and the ample amount of cleavage that it contained. It was a simple combination and very sexy, although more in a very casual way than actually looking slutty – but I knew very well why she had put on such an easy-to-remove outfit!
Miss Russell regarded me with some puzzlement, and then her gaze shifted over my shoulder, as if she expected to see Melissa hidden behind me. I looked directly at the attractive young teacher, and said:
‘Melissa can’t make it today’, and then I nodded in the direction of the inside of the house, and added: ‘I’ll explain everything.’
Without giving the teacher time to react to this unexpected turn of events, I stepped forward confidently into the doorway, as if it was the most natural thing in the whole wide world. As I had expected, Miss Russell automatically gave way before me, and I walked through her hallway and into what was clearly the living room. Resting my bottom against the arm of a long sofa, I turned and regarded the teacher, who had followed behind and was now standing just inside the room with a nonplussed expression on her face.
‘You mistyped’, I said calmly.
‘Huh?’ was the teacher’s puzzled response, ‘Becky, what do you mean?’
‘In the email address’, I explained; ‘just one letter is all it takes – you typed “r.a.williams”, instead of “r.s.williams”.’
Miss Russell still looked confused, though I had the feeling that she was catching up. It was time to make things clear:
‘In your email to “Hot Cunt” – my sister – but you sent it to me instead.’
‘Oh!’ gasped Miss Russell, and then her eyes went wide and her face pale with shock, as she began to realise the implications: ‘OH, NO! NO!!’
‘With the attachments’, I added, looking at her levelly, ‘they make very ... interesting ... viewing.’
‘OH MY GOD!!’ moaned the teacher, and she clutched at the back of the nearby armchair for support. She looked like she’d been hit in gut with a sandbag – her face was white, and I thought she might actually pass out, but she stayed upright and gasped for breath.
‘Oh, sweet Jesus! Who have you told? Oh, no! – who have you shown them to?’ she asked, with a rising note of hysteria in her voice.
I stayed completely calm, emphasising my control of the situation, and replied coolly:
‘So far ... no one’, but before she could take any comfort from that, I continued: ‘so far ... but there are lots of people who maybe I should ... like Melissa’s parents? ... or the Principal and the School Board? ... or the police?’
Miss Russell gave a moan at the mention of the Principal, and then a terrified gasp at the reference to the police.
‘No! – why? no, not the police!’ she protested, but in weak tone.
‘C’mon, Miss Russell’, I snorted derisively, ‘it’s obvious you’ve been fucking Melissa for quite a while now, and she only turned sixteen a month ago – I bet you started doing her right after she began coming here for “tuition”, right?’
I put a sardonic twist on the word ‘tuition’, and my instinct was proved right – the shot struck home, as Miss Russell flinched and gasped.
‘So – you were fucking an under-age girl’, I observed, and then I delivered the coup de grace: ‘it’ll all come out, you know, if the police question her – in fact, she’ll be bound to say that you forced her, that you made her do it.’
‘But ... but – I didn’t!’ protested Miss Russell with a despairing wail, ‘I never would – never! I did seduce her, yes, but it was even hardly that – she was so keen, she so obviously wanted it, she just about jumped into my arms the moment I gave her even a hint!’
‘Maybe so’, I answered crisply, ‘but who’s gonna believe that? Her word against yours, and given your taste for bondage ... well, I wouldn’t bet on you!’
Miss Russell gave an inarticulate moan, as her cosy little lesbian seduction scheme came home to roost, and she faced the possibility not just of the end of her career, but of serious jail time as well.
After a short pause, I took pity on the distressed teacher – and she did look so vulnerably sexy as she gazed at me, almost in tears – and I added: ‘well, maybe ... maybe no one needs to know ... if you do exactly as you’re told!’
Miss Russell gasped with relief: ‘Yes, oh yes! Thank you, Becky – I will, of course!’
I had nicely judged it: the frightened woman’s will to resist had been utterly broken, and she had no illusion about where the power lay in our relationship – now she would be putty in my hands. I rose smoothly to my feet and advanced intimidatingly towards her, and she gave way before me, until she was backed up against the wall of the room. I closed the gap between us, until there was barely an inch between my breasts and hers, and she made no resistance as I took a grip at the base of her throat with my right hand.
‘This is what will happen – this is what you will do, exactly as I say, with no objection or hesitation, if you want those videos to go no further. First, you will never – and I mean never – say a word about any of this to my sister, or about anything that happens from now on – as far as she is concerned, you don’t know me outside of school. You’ll send her that email, with the attachments – I wouldn’t want her to miss the fun – exactly as you meant to, and you’ll see her just as usual next time she comes to town, but you will tell me about your arrangements first. Got that?’
Miss Russell nodded weakly, clearly relieved, and started to babble her thanks, but I cut her off with a firmer pressure on her throat.
‘That’s not all’, I said, ‘in fact, it’s just the beginning. Secondly, from now on, THIS belongs to me, bitch!’
As I said the word ‘THIS’, I thrust my left hand down between her legs, and seized her crotch in a firm grip. Miss Russell moaned in fearful arousal as I shifted my grip to the waistband of her tight denim shorts and then hauled them savagely upwards, so that their gusset cut sharply into her pussy. I am three inches taller than her five feet seven inches, and, together with regular workouts at the gym, this gave me the leverage and strength to lift her almost off her feet. I gave her shorts another painfully cutting upwards jerk to emphasise her powerlessness, and then I tugged open the brass button at their waistband, yanked down the zip, and pushed the opened garment half-way down her thighs.
The blonde teacher gave a squeal of shock as I plunged my hand down inside the white panties that were now revealed, and I took possession of my prize – the soft flesh of her vagina, now moist and gaping from both shock and the flush of desire caused by my assertive domination. I made the position unmistakeably clear, whilst my hand groped her pussy and I thrust a finger into her crack.
‘Your cunt is mine, bitch – mine to do whatever I want with, when I want, and how I want!’
I emphasised my dominance over her by seizing the front of her panties, bunching the fabric together in my fist, and then I heaved upwards so that it sliced into the base of her vaginal slit. For the next few seconds I pumped this up and down, mercilessly abrading Miss Russell’s gash as she whimpered pitifully but offered no resistance to my abuse of her cunt. My other hand released her throat in order to grasp her left breast, and I pinched and twisted its erect nipple through the fabric of her bra cup and the thin cheesecloth top, eliciting another broken moan from the violated teacher. Then I stripped her shorts and panties down to her ankles, tugged open the cheesecloth top, and scooped her breasts out of her bra. My head went down and I sucked each nipple in turn into my mouth, before nipping it none too gently between my teeth – causing the teacher to moan brokenly each time.
‘Aaaahh – yes, Becky ... ooohhh! ... oh, Becky! take me! yes, yes ... do whatever you want ... I’m yours, anything! take me ... use me ... fuck me!’
I smiled in satisfaction: this lezzie teacher was my bitch for sure now, abject in her surrender and longing only to satisfy me, to give her body up for my carnal use – and from that submission, she would get her own ultimate sexual thrills. This was music to my ears, and it was not the first time – despite my being only sixteen years old – that a woman had sung me this song. About five months ago – at a time when I had already realised that I was entirely lesbian, and was seething with frustration at being unable to risk doing anything about it – I was seduced (if that’s really the right word, since I was flirting like mad with her and giving off so many ‘fuck me’ signals) by one of my Girl Scouts leaders. She was a black woman in her mid-20s, busty and very attractive with full pouty lips with which she could do amazing things to tits and pussy. We have been having regular fucking sessions ever since, two or three times a week, which I have kept a total secret from everyone. As time passed, I became more and more assertive and aggressive in our love-making, finding that this increased the intensity of both our climaxes. This progressed to my totally dominating her, as the older woman revealed her longing for submission – and most of all, to be taken by a younger white girl: she said that it satisfied her ‘inner slave’. A couple of months ago, we moved into experimenting with bondage, and now I know how to tie a woman into a posture of total vulnerability, how to soften up her breasts and ass and cunt with cruel abrasive ropes, and how to force her into giving me sexual pleasure before my strap-on ravages her holes. So by this time, I was fully experienced in lesbian sex, and delighted in taking my pleasure through dominance and force. Now it seemed that perhaps this was a family characteristic – that was why it had been so mind-blowing to see my attractive athletic sister so roughly fucking my bound subbie best friend.
Keeping Miss Russell pressed against the wall – which she needed, or I think she would have collapsed from the combination of the shock of my revelations and then my conquest of her spirit and body – my right hand continued to maul her breasts, whilst I thrust first one, then two, and finally three fingers of my left hand up into her vagina. The force of my penetration was so great that once again I nearly lifted her off the floor, and she gasped and shuddered as I began a rapid and powerful pistoning motion, driving my digits in and out of her hole. They were already covered in slick lubricating fluid when, after barely thirty seconds, the teacher’s back arched, her eyes bulged, and she gave a hoarse scream as her hips and thighs shivered in orgasm:
‘Fuck me ... arrghh! Oh, Becky, yes – urrghh ... harder, do me harder! FUCK me, have me – DO ME NOWWW! I’M CUMMIN, I’M CUMMIN!! AIEEEEEE!’
The bitch turned out to be a squirter, as a spray of cunt-juice was ejected from her vagina over my fingers and the back of my hand. I lifted this to my mouth, tasting Miss Russell’s flavour and savouring the satisfaction of having a second woman who was ten years older than me become my submissive sexual plaything.
‘Right, you lezzie slut’, I rasped; ‘I’ve permitted you some pleasure – now I’ll have mine. Where do you keep that strap-on that my sister was wearing?’
Miss Russell gave a shiver of anticipation, and then swiftly led me upstairs to the main bedroom – which, not surprisingly, turned out to be the room in the video-clips. She went to a drawer in her dressing-table, and silently opened it to reveal an extensive collection of interesting items – including at least three different strap-on dildos, a mean-looking double-ended one, some vibrators, ball-gags, and wrist and ankle cuffs. I withdrew the largest of the strap-ons – it was even wickeder than the one that I had seen in the film – and then instructed Miss Russell to strip off her clothes and kneel in submission on the carpet in front of me. She was eyeing the strap-on apprehensively, and I suddenly realised that she herself had probably never been taken by this one before.
I ordered the slim and pretty blonde teacher to kiss my feet and then to undress me. She proceeded to do this quite eagerly, and within a few moments my school uniform was placed neatly on a nearby chair – though I insisted on retaining my white socks. After my panties were removed, I shifted my legs further apart and thrust my mound out towards her, in an unmistakeable invitation. Before I could even give the instruction, Miss Russell gave a little soft cry deep in her throat, placed her hands on my hips to steady herself, and began an expert session of cunnilingus. However, I stopped her attentions just short of bringing me to orgasm.
‘Put it on me!’ I said huskily, thrusting the harness and strap-on almost into Miss Russell’s face.
She did not hesitate or flinch, but I sensed a definite disappointment as she was forced to stop eating me out. I smiled and ran a finger across her cheek, and whispered to her:
‘Don’t worry, you dirty filthy slut – you’ll have that chance again, before long!’
Miss Russell smiled and then buckled the harness around my loins, girding me for battle as if I were a knight of old and she was my squire – and certainly the huge dildo had something of the appearance of a lance as it stuck out in front of me! When it was securely in place, I told the teacher to stand at the side of her bed with her feet placed a yard apart and then to bend forwards over the mattress, sticking her ass out towards me.
She obeyed with alacrity, and was already trembling in anticipation when I took a grip on her waist at each side, just above her hips, and then brought the strap-on forwards until its tip pressed lightly against the lower end of her slit. Slowly and tantalisingly I drew it upwards so that its ridged edges rubbed along the whole length of her labia, and then I dipped the end of it into her for an inch, before withdrawing it and starting the same slow circular pressure again.
The blonde woman gasped with desire, and then shivered in frustration as I probed the edges of her pussy-hole for a few seconds and then again reduced the pressure. It was almost like torture for her, teasing with the promise of penetration and then withdrawing it. Miss Russell gave a pleading whimper, beseeching me to fuck her, as she vainly thrust her ass out backwards in the hope of engulfing more of the dildo’s length – but I was ready for such an obvious move, and pulled back just as quickly, thwarting her even more. I kept this up for a few moments longer, as the teacher became almost incoherent in her needful wailing and begging. Then, when she least expected it and without any warning, I arched my hips and slammed the full length of the huge dildo into her, entering her with one savage thrust until the faceplate of the harness smacked wetly against her sweat-streaked buttocks. Miss Russell gave a terrific shriek as she was impaled, followed by another when I withdrew the plastic pillar and then banged it home again with equal force. To give myself extra leverage, I grabbed her shoulder-length straight blonde hair, twisting it into a pony-tail and using that to haul her head back and upwards. Her breasts swayed wildly underneath her chest, and jiggled still more as my other hand reached round to slap them from side to side. Once again, I aroused the blonde woman so much that within less than a dozen of the pile-driving penetrations, she came with volcanic force. After that, she collapsed like a puppet who’s strings have been cut, sliding off the dildo to crumple onto the bed, her head to one side with her eyes, glazed and unfocused, staring at the wall.
I was not yet finished, for I intended to take my own pleasure with my schoolteacher’s naked body. I pushed her further onto the bed, and then ordered her to lie face down. Extracting the coil of white rope from the drawer, I proceed to tie my new mature bitch in tight constricting bondage. It was a simple piece of ropework that began with a loop around her waist, from which the two long ends were drawn down the cleft of her buttocks and sharply beneath her, scything into her vaginal groove. The two ropes then went straight up her pelvis and stomach, and criss-crossed between her breasts before going over her shoulders, crossing again at the small of her back, and running down to tie around her ankles. However, these last lengths were deliberately short and when they were tautly fastened, the woman’s ankles were pulled backwards so that her heels were pressed against the point where her butt-cheeks curved round to the back of her thighs. Any attempt on her part to straighten or lower her legs had the immediate effect of increasing the pull on the ropes that were slicing into her pussy, causing agonising sexual torture – this was a favourite hogtie variant of mine, which I had discovered whilst experimenting upon my black Girl Scouts leader.
It was just as devastatingly effective on the blonde white woman, and I paused for a moment to enjoy her foolish squirming struggles and the broken sobs that resulted from the vicious abrasion of her soft vulnerable inner vaginal walls by the bondage rope. Then I gave a sharp slap on her bare ass, as the signal for her to roll sideways onto her back – which, with a helpful shove from me, she managed after some further whimpering and suffering. In this new position, Miss Russell found that the least painful position for her legs was to keep her ankles tight up against her ass and to swing her knees open to each side, as far as they would go, even though this resulted in a position of utter vulnerability, with her cunt offered up for my use – and abuse.
I returned to the drawer and removed another item, the one which had given me the idea for putting her in this position. It was a face-fitting strap-on phallus, with an inner mouth plug. I pushed the latter between the teacher’s lips, and then tightened the straps around and behind her head. The device covered her from chin to forehead, but had eyeholes so that she could see out sufficiently above the projecting dildo to be able to aim it effectively. Finally, I picked up a flat plastic twelve-inch ruler that was lying on the top of Miss Russell’s dressing table – why it was there I don’t know, but it was just what I needed!
For a moment, I stood at the bedside, enjoying for a moment the glow of warm anticipation in my own pussy as I gazed down at my sexy mature captive. I ran my fingers over her breasts, pinched her nipples, and then hooked my index finger around the bondage cord and tugged it even deeper into the hot sweet wetness of her slit. Although muffled by the gag of the mouth-plug and face-harness, I heard her soft moans as her tits were abused and her pussy was violated. Then I lifted myself onto the bed and squatted above her head, facing down the length of her body. I was now so ready for this, and my cunt felt electric with desire as I slid myself slickly down onto the vertical dildo, sheathing it in my vagina, until my ass was smothering the teacher’s face.
I kept my butt pressed down upon her for a few seconds, until I felt her gasping for breath. Then I heaved myself up, almost letting the dildo slip out of my gash – and dropped my weight down again, impaling myself with almost vicious force on the plastic pole. Miss Russell’s head was bounced down against the mattress, and then on the rebound the dildo that she was wearing was thrust back upwards into me. I responded by rising up onto my haunches again and slamming downwards once more, after which I repeated that pistoning cycle over and over again. I was getting myself off with the self-inflicted penetrations, whilst the abused teacher was dizzy and almost stunned from the repeated smacking impacts of my ass on her face.
After a few such thudding blows, I introduced new elements into my dominating abuse of the bound and submissive blonde. First, I reached for her breasts and tweaked her nipples, which produced a wonderfully wild wriggle beneath me which corkscrewed the dildo around in my vagina, before I rose up and plunged down again. Next, I picked up the ruler from where I had conveniently placed it on the bedside table, and began to deliver a series of sharp slaps onto the vulnerable soft flesh of the woman’s cunt. This was rewarded with muffled shrieks and still more convulsive squirming beneath me, and it was this last – combined with the mid-blowing pleasure of being able to ravish one of my own teachers in this way – that took me to a climax of intense power, one of the very best that I have ever had, either before or since.
With a satisfied sigh, I rose from the bed, removed the strap-on from Miss Russell’s face and then the rope that was wound around her body – when I pulled it out from her pussy, where it had dug deeply into her flesh, she gave a sob and a shudder, and there was another spray of cunt-juice as she orgasmed yet again. The teacher lay limply on the bed, completely exhausted and vanquished, her eyes glazed and breathing in soft shallow gasps. I had to poke her in the ribs to get her to sit up, and then I gripped her hair again to haul her to her feet.
‘Show me where the shower is, bitch, and then you can serve me – you ain’t done yet!’ I told her.
Meekly the older woman led the way along a short corridor and showed me her bathroom, in which I showered myself in steaming hot water whilst she waited, naked and humble, kneeling on the floor in front of the cubicle. When I stepped out, Miss Russell hurried to shuffle forwards on her knees, and even before I gave any instruction – oh, what a well-tamed and trained sapphic slut she was going to be! – she clamped her mouth to my cunt, first lapping away the water and then slurping her tongue into my vagina, as wantonly eagerly to eat pussy as any lustful teenage dyke could desire. With a contented sigh, I leaned backwards with my damp shoulder blades against the bathroom wall and spread my thighs open, as Miss Russell applied herself vigorously to her task.
Every few seconds, without breaking contact between her lips and my labia, she twisted her head slightly sideways in order to gaze up at me limpidly with her deep brown eyes, fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly. How a thirty-ish professional woman managed suddenly to turn into a provocative little minx half her age, I don’t know – but it made me realise what a deliciously hot piece of femme-fuckability she must have been in her mid-teens, and even to feel a momentary stab of jealousy towards whoever had been lucky enough to pluck this ripe fruit from the bough, even though it had been all those years ago ... her teacher? her sports coach? her girl scouts leader? her high school counsellor? or maybe someone closer to home, perhaps an older cousin? or ... yes! ... one of her Mom’s best friends, who like her Mom was really a closet lesbian and Mom’s long-time lover, had seduced the hot blonde teen one fine day, and they kept it secret from the mother that her friend was regularly banging her daughter as well! I almost laughed aloud at my inventive fantasy, as I gazed down from directly above at the smooth swell of Miss Russell’s breasts, as they jiggled from the efforts of her expert cunnilingus. The bitch might be acting as if she was just sweet sixteen, but she was also making good use of many years of sapphic sexual experience. She avidly ate me out, until with a quick rush I mounted to my climax, giving a gasp and jerking hard on my own tits as it surged through me like a rip-tide.
Feeling satisfied, not just by my orgasms but still more by the total sexual command I had attained over my pretty schoolteacher, I stood there as the monarch of all that I surveyed, whilst Miss Russell fetched a clean soft cotton towel and dried my hair and then my body, her hands trembling as she wiped the water away from my breasts and smoothed downwards between my legs. I then strode back to her bedroom, where I used a hand-held dryer on my hair, and – refreshed and reinvigorated – put on my school uniform, as my teacher, still naked and kneeling in submission, regarded me with reverence.
Whilst in the shower, I had decided on what I wanted to do, and before I left the teacher’s house I gave her my orders. These were first that she was to tell Melissa that her usual “tuition” on Thursday had to be cancelled due to a staff training session that Miss Russell must attend – I did this partly because I knew that it would increase my friend’s sexual frustration to fever pitch, and partly because Thursdays were one of my times for fucking Marcie, my big-breasted black Girl Scouts leader, and I had no intention of disappointing her – or, rather, myself – by missing that.
My second instruction to Miss Russell was to tell Melissa to come to her house at three o’clock on Sunday afternoon, where she would make it up to her. However, I would be arriving at one o’clock, when I would first take my pleasure with Miss Russell’s body – her eyes lit up when I said this – and then would get ready to surprise Melissa, who must not be given any hint that anyone else was to be present. Finally, I took the teacher’s cell phone number, and told her to check for messages the next day at school at the start of the lunch-break, and without fail to follow whatever orders I sent her. Her tongue flitted over her lips as I gave this last requirement, for she knew that it meant she would serve my sexual pleasure again each day during the week – a prospect that both enthralled and frightened her, as it seemed that the one security rule which she had hitherto faithfully followed was never to have sex with a girl on the school premises.
Before leaving her house, I bent down and gave her a long French kiss, accompanied by a final groping and pinching of her breasts (her smooth jutting boobs were so hard to leave alone!), and then I told her to get clean, have an early night, and dress the next day in her prettiest lingerie and as short a skirt as she could wear without causing complaint from the school Principal. With a merry whistle, I walked down the pathway from Miss Russell’s front door and made my way home, more than satisfied with how things were turning out, thanks to that misdirected message.
The next morning at school dragged by with frustrating slowness – the hands of the clock on the classroom wall seemed to crawl round. However, at last it was the lunch-break, and I excused myself from my friends with some mumbled excuse about needing to get some books from the school library. I started off in that direction, but walked past it into another corridor, and towards a female toilets that was not much used at this time of day. I entered the room, checked that there was no one in any of the five cubicles, and then went into the one furthest from the entrance, clicking the latch on the door behind me. I lowered the cover of the toilet bowl and sat on it whilst I sent a quick text message to Miss Russell’s number, with instructions to come to these toilets at once and, as soon as the room was clear, to knock twice on the end cubicle.
Sure enough, it took only about three minutes before I heard the click of heels on the hard bare floor, then a quick pause, followed by two hesitant knocks on the door of my cubicle. At once, I unlatched and opened it, drew the teacher inside, and closed the door again. I made Miss Russell take my previous position of sitting on the covered toilet, whilst I stood in front of her and undid my school skirt. The teacher’s breath caught in her throat as my burgundy-red pleated skirt swung open, for I had already removed my panties and so my naked cunt was at once revealed. I twisted round to hang the skirt on top of my jacket, on the clothes-hook on the inside of the cubicle door, and then turned back to face the transfixed teacher, noting with satisfaction how the stiff pinnacles of her nipples were visible through her grey silk blouse. I shifted my feet as far apart as the width of the cubicle would allow, and then unbuttoned my school uniform shirt, letting it hang open and giving the woman a sight of my firm flat stomach and the pale yellow underwired bra that encased my breasts.
‘Eat me, you dirty fuckin’ lezzie bitch – eat me good, cunt, eat me out now!’ I hissed.
I had spoken no more than the first two magic words before her mouth clamped over my pussy and her firm tongue wormed its agile way into my slit. Such was her enthusiasm for the task that I actually had to steady myself by reaching forwards above her head and grasping with one hand the vertical pipe through which water flowed down from the cistern to flush the toilet. Miss Russell was not only an eager but also an experienced and talented pussy-licker, and she soon had me going. With a gasp, I used my free hand to pull my breasts out and over their bra cups, and then I squeezed them and pinched my own tits, as pre-orgasmic shudders ran through my pelvis, building faster and stronger until with a mewling sob of release my climax burst upon me.
I pushed my teacher’s head away from my cunt – she would have happily continued, I’m sure – and I took a few gasping breaths whilst using some of the toilet paper to wipe around my vagina. Then I ordered Miss Russell to stand up and turn around, so that she was standing over the toilet bowl, her legs spread by having one foot on each side of it. I told her to lean forwards and brace her hands on the end wall of the toilet stall, as I rucked her midi-length A-line skirt up around her waist. This exposed a pretty sight – she was wearing a traditional style of suspender belt and sheer stockings, with a pair of flimsy thong panties from the same lingerie set as the garter belt, in a lilac pattern decorated with edges of frilly black lace and little black bows. The thong panties were held up by a tie string across each hip, and Miss Russell gave a delighted shiver as I took one bow in each hand and simultaneously jerked the knots undone, so that the skimpy piece of fabric tumbled down between her legs.
I leaned over the schoolteacher, positioning her hands lower down the wall in front of her, so that she was bent over further with her ass sticking out behind her. Then I dropped down to squat upon my haunches between her legs, and for the first time I put my mouth to her cunt, licking along her labia, inhaling the musk of her arousal and tasting her sexual nectar. Miss Russell gave a little squeal of pleasure and delight, and then began to pant as I increased the pace and force of the cunnilingus. However, I stopped before she reached her climax, and instead rose to my feet again. I took a hank of her pretty blonde hair in my left hand and used it like the reins on a horse to yank her head around to the side. I pushed the two long fingers of my right hand into her mouth, and at once she got the idea, slobbering over them to make them more lubricated. When I felt that she had done that sufficiently, I removed my fingers and speared them into her cunt, swirling them round inside her vagina and rubbing hard against her clitoris.
‘Ooooh, yes! Aaah, Becky, my angel ... oh, sweet angel, make me cum, yes – fuck me, fuck me up, fuck right up me!’ she moaned, whilst managing to keep her voice down to a murmur that could not be heard outside the sexual furnace of our little cubicle.
‘Bitch ... you’re my fucking bitch now ... and all you’re good for is fucking, teacher-bitch, ain’t that so?’ I breathed hotly in her ear.
‘Aahhhh! Yes, oh! your bitch, yes, please let me be ... aaagggh! oh, let me come, make me ... please, fuck your fucking bitch!’ was Miss Russell’s soft mumbled submissive reply.
I stepped up the pace of my finger-fucking, and sure enough in about a minute I felt the teacher’s vaginal muscles clamp around my penetrating fingers, and then her back stiffened, her hips quaked, and her legs started to buckle at the knees. With a groan, she baptised the cover of the toilet seat with a spray of pussy-juice, and then slumped sideways against the cubicle wall, gasping for breath.
‘You don’t need no panties, you’re such a total lezzie fuck-slut, you’re such a whoring lesbo nympho, aren’t you?’ I said, scooping her discarded thong up from the floor. It was more of a statement than a question, but even so the teacher nodded in agreement. I pushed my tits back into my bra, buttoned up my uniform shirt, and then slid her panties up my legs, quickly tying them with a little bow at each hip. The knowledge that the warm sweaty fabric that had rubbed against my teacher’s cunt for the last several hours was now pressed against my pussy was incredibly erotic – and not just for me, as I heard Miss Russell’s broken gasp and saw her eyes widen and her nipples harden as she saw what I was doing. Once her panties were securely in place, I stepped into my skirt, fastening it again at my waist, and then completed my ensemble with my uniform jacket. Once fully dressed, I pulled up the front hem of my uniform skirt, showing my submissive schoolteacher once again the erotic sight of my cunt encased in her flimsy panties.
‘I’m keeping these – my little souvenir – and I like the idea of knowing, and being the only other person who knows, that under that skirt you have no panties, so you’re gonna stay that way for the rest of today, and then come to school wearing no panties for the rest of the week! Is that understood?’
Miss Russell seemed dazed and was slow to respond, so I slapped her face to bring her out of it.
‘Yoww!’ she wailed, but still had the presence of mind to do so as quietly as possible. At once she assented, and I could see that my plan of our shared secret knowledge that her cunt was naked underneath her smart skirt, and that the demure professional teacher that everyone else saw was really a wanton sapphic slut, was really lighting her fire – in fact, I was sure that she would be open and dripping all day.
I satisfied myself during the remaining four days of the week by having Miss Russell repeat our assignation in the toilet cubicle each day in the lunch-break, and on Thursday I was amused to find her already in the room when I entered it – in case anyone else came in before me, she was standing at one of the basins ostensibly washing her hands. I rewarded her initiative by letting her suck and lick my breasts for five minutes, before starting the usual sequence with her eating my pussy, and I also pinched her nipples with my free hand whilst finger-fucking her.
On Saturday I let the exhausted teacher lie fallow, instructing her to stay at home and get plenty of rest, for Saturdays were my other regular tryst with my first lover, Marcie the black Girl Scouts leader. As usual, I went to her house at two o’clock in the afternoon for a two-hour sexual marathon. On this occasion, fired up by the heady experiences of the week, I treated Marcie more roughly than ever – and she loved every second of it. She always liked it most when we both wore our Girl Scouts uniforms, and for me to keep as much of mine on for as long as possible.
The highlight on this afternoon was when I bound her – in her full uniform – onto one of her kitchen chairs, but with her knees lashed to each leg, so that she was not sitting on the chair but was stretched backwards over it in a C-shape, with her pelvis thrust out beyond the front of the seat and her tits pointing up towards the ceiling. I unbuttoned her Guide Leader’s jacket and blouse to expose her chest and the girlish pink bra that just covered her ample E cup breasts and contrasted so vividly with the ebony sheen of her skin. Taking a pair of scissors, I cut through the bra between the two cups, and the destroyed garment fell away to each side, baring her magnificently jutting mounds. My next step was to pull her uniform skirt up above her hips, and then I switched on her largest vibrator, pulled down the front of her matching pink panties, and forced the throbbing plastic cylinder into the soft dark folds of her cunt, until the base had almost disappeared. I switched it on to its highest setting, and then I pulled her panties firmly back up so that they would prevent any possibility of the vibrator either slipping loose or being forced out, and I sat back on another chair to watch the show,
Sure enough, within a few minutes Marcie began to grunt, and then to shiver and shake in her chair. Sweat coated her face and put a sheen on the gleaming black skin of her breasts, stomach and thighs, as the latter began to cramp convulsively – partly due to the erotic pulsing of the vibrator, and partly to the uncomfortable position in which she had been fixed. Marcie gave a shivering moan as she climaxed for the first time, and then she looked at me expectantly – but I had no intention of removing the buzzing dildo, or at least, not for some time yet. So the black woman began to wail as it drilled her to a second orgasm, and then soon afterwards to a third and a fourth. I accompanied these last two by lightly whipping her breasts and stomach with a small cat o’nine tails that she had recently bought.
Marcie moaned in shivering relief during all of this and her wide expressive eyes began to roll back into her head, exposing large amounts of white, but it was only when I started to lash her inner thighs, quite meanly, that her pleas took on a note of real desperation. I gave her an eager grin, and then placed my thumb on her panties where I could see the outline of the round base of the throbbing vibrator – and shoved it cruelly hard further up and into her. At once, Marcie began to shriek and thrash in the chair, pain mingling with arousal to flavour a heady cocktail – or rather, as it should be for us lesbians, a cunt-tail. She was now jerking so violently in her bonds that the chair was in danger of toppling sideways, but I steadied it with my feet, and let the vibrator continue to fuck her into two more spasming orgasms.
At last, seeing that Marcie was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion and sensory overload, I relented, tugging aside the sodden and twisted gusset of her panties, and then switching off the vibrator and withdrawing it from her sore and gaping pussy. I gave the warm cylinder a lick myself to taste her flavour, and then pushed it into the black woman’s mouth for her to suck clean. Let no one say that I don’t reward my bitches when they perform well, and I do like sometimes to be fucked myself with a big strap-on – so I told Marcie to put on my favourite, a wide ribbed purple plastic monster, and then I lay down on her bed on my back, wearing my full Girl Scout uniform. Despite the bruising strain of what I had just put her through, Marcie’s eyes glowed as she re-enacted one of our first sessions after she had originally seduced me – the one in which I had surrendered my virginity to her. She lay next to me on the bed, kissing me and exploring my chest with her hands, undoing my shirt buttons and slipping her hands through the gap to fondle my bra cups. Then she lifted my skirt and removed my panties, and I obligingly spread my legs apart. After giving my cunt some sweet oral attention, Marcie then brought the dildo up to the gap between my puffy labia and slid it into me – of course, this time there was no moment of initial sharp resistance. The black woman began to fuck me slowly, and then increased the pace steadily until her hips were jerking backwards and forwards, and the ribbed plastic rod was ramming deep into me. I surrendered myself to the feeling of being fucked, and all too soon I climaxed.
More fun followed, including stripping Marcie naked, making her kneel face-down on the bed and cuffing her wrists together in between her ankles, so that her butt was stuck up in the air and spread open. I spanked her rump few times, just to get us both properly in the mood, and then gave her a hard pounding ass-fuck in the doggy position, until it was time for me to take a shower, get dressed and leave – for I had to get home in time for the family evening meal, after which I was due to meet up with friends and go to a party. As I gathered my things, I put into the large backpack which I had brought with me a couple of the items that Marcie had quite recently purchased at a sex-shop in the big city, to make a real dominatrix outfit for me. One of them was a kind of harness, made up of black leather straps that joined together at circular brass rings. The wider straps went around my waist and over my back and shoulders, whilst thinner ones looped around my breasts and cunt, framing them and leaving them bare and exposed. The second thing was a pair of black plastic stiletto-heeled and metal-tipped boots that came half-way up my thighs. Marcie looked worried as I packed them, until I reassured her that I would bring them with me on the following Thursday and really shaft her in them, and that I was in no way wanting to reduce our fucking sessions. However, I did reveal that I had turned one of my schoolteachers into my subbie bitch (I said nothing yet about Melissa), and that the woman was a sexy blonde – and when I promised that on the next Saturday I would bring the teacher with me and that she and I would double-team Marcie and fuck her in rotation, gang-bang style, the black woman looked utterly thrilled at the prospect of becoming the sex-toy of two white females, and one of them a blonde as well.
Next day, I arrived at Miss Russell’s house promptly at one o’clock. She had explained to me that to avoid starting rumours amongst her neighbours, on the weekends ‘her girls’ did not come to the front door, but entered through the gate into her back garden, which was reached from a narrow side alley that no windows overlooked. Following her directions, I easily found the garden door, which as promised was unbolted on the inside, and I slipped through it. At once, I saw Miss Russell’s face watching from her kitchen window, and she opened the back door of her house and eagerly ushered me in. The teacher was attractively dressed in a short-sleeve jersey wrap dress that criss-crossed her bust and was held closed by a few buttons and a loose tie belt at her waist; it was in a bright floral pattern of white, blue and yellow which went very well with her blonde hair and slim figure, and she was once again wearing the leather cowboy-style boots. I gave her a warm smile, reached forward to cup and caress one of her breasts, and nodded my approval:
‘Nice ... very nice’, I said, and she preened under the praise like a little girl, before glancing at my bulky backpack, and asking with a undercurrent of anxiety:
‘Oh, Becky – did you bring them? – oh, I do so hope you did!’
‘Yes – I promised you, didn’t I’, I reassured her.
My teacher was not referring to the dominatrix gear – and cat o’nine tails – which I had borrowed from Marcie, because I had told her nothing about that. No – it was my school uniform that she meant; it seemed that, just like Marcie, she really got off on the inversion of the normal authority relationship, and during Friday’s lunch-break fuck, she had begged me – suitably abjectly – to bring my uniform with me on Sunday and wear it whilst taking her. I had agreed, partly to reward her good behaviour, but mostly because the idea really turned me on as well! Of course, I could not leave my home and walk through the streets on a Sunday wearing my school uniform – it would raise too many questions and attract unwelcome notice – so it was also in my capacious backpack. Instead, I had dressed as casually as would any teenage girl on a late spring Sunday afternoon: very tight-fitting faded blue jeans tucked into white ankle boots, and topped by a white scoop-neck T-shirt and my black leather jacket. It was a simple outfit, whilst still being a very sexy one, and I could see Miss Russell eyeing the bulge of my breasts, encased in an uplifting underwired bra beneath the thin tight cotton T.
‘Wait here, bitch, till I call you upstairs’, I ordered, a sudden crisp authority in my voice.
‘Yes, Becky, of course – whatever you say, of course’, my schoolteacher meekly replied with her head bowed, and a surge of hot excitement flushed through my pussy at her instant humility.
‘Good!’ I said. Reaching through the gap of the wrap dress, I found that she was bra-less and I pinched one of her already-erect nipples sharply, before with a laugh I picked up my back pack and trotted up the stairs. I knew that she was watching me from the kitchen doorway, and I also knew how good my butt looks in tight jeans, so I deliberately waggled my ass at her as I mounted the staircase. I did not go to the large main bedroom, but to the normally unused smaller one that was next to it. Here I unpacked my bag, laying out side-by-side on the queen-sized bed my domina harness, boots and the small whip, after which I stripped naked and put on my school uniform of pleated skirt, plain white shirt, tie and knee-high socks, leaving my underwear, jeans and T-shirt folded over a chair. I then entered Miss Russell’s main bedroom, with its super-king-size double bed, and removed from her drawer of sex toys and bondage equipment the first two items that I would need: a large vibrator and a medium length of bondage rope.
‘I’m ready for you, you lezzie slut!’ I called downstairs, and then added the instruction that she was to crawl from the kitchen to the bedroom. In a moment, Miss Russell’s small slim form appeared on its hands and knees, obediently making its way upstairs. When the blonde teacher arrived in the bedroom, her posture meant that she was already conveniently and subserviently at my feet. The woman first kissed my shoes and then raised her eyes upwards, looking up past my knee-high white cotton socks and under my uniform skirt – where it was obvious that I was pantyless. Miss Russell’s eyes moved higher, taking in the full sight of me in my school uniform, and she gave a shaky moan.
‘Oh, thank you Becky, thank you! ... aaahh – oh my God, Becky, you look so hot, so sexy!’
I lifted my skirt and let the woman express her appreciation directly to my pussy for a minute, but then I instructed her to stop. My experiment with Marcie and the vibrator the day before had been a real turn-on, and I had determined to give the pretty white schoolteacher the same treatment. I ordered Miss Russell to rise, and then I slowly undid the buttons and then the belt of her wrap dress, letting it fall naturally open. As I had thought, the eager slut was naked beneath it, apart from a pair of sheer white hold-up stockings. I pushed the dress off her shoulders and told her to remove her stockings and boots, which rendered her completely nude, and then to lie down on her back on the bed, but at the edge so that her feet were on the floor.
Miss Russell’s eyes glinted in anticipation as I picked up the vibrator and turned it on, and she obligingly spread her legs wide even before I could ask her. Her labia were puffily protruding already in arousal, and it took little in the way of force to corkscrew the humming machine deeply into her vagina. This time, to hold it in place I wrapped the bondage rope three times around her narrow waist, just above her hips, and then I passed two lengths of rope under her cunt, criss-crossing on the exact entry to her hole, and thus fixing the vibrator firmly in place and pressing it even further into her.
The schoolteacher was already beginning to quiver and gasp from the abrasions of the vibrator that now filled her up so completely, stretching the walls of her vaginal tube as it pulsed rhythmically against them, and in the process jangling every one of the million of sensitive nerve-ends in her gash. I instructed her to stand up from the bed, but as soon as she was upright she gave a sudden harsh groan and bent double, shuddering in her first orgasm and clutching fruitlessly at herself between the legs. She could not possibly remove the tightly roped-in vibrator, but even so I would not permit this, and I struck her hand with the cat o’nine tails whip until with a yelp she moved it away from her crotch. As a punishment, I gave her one lash with the little whip right on her cunt, which made her shriek, and then shiver and moan as its stinging effect multiplied the sensitivity of her pussy. I then seized her nipples, and gave them each a hard twist in the opposite direction. Combined with abuse of her pussy, it was more than Miss Russell could contain, and with a scream she climaxed for the second time, so convulsively that she collapsed to her knees in front of me.
Although I had not ordered this, it was in fact exactly the position that I wanted her in, and I swiftly completed her bondage. I had previously clipped together two ankle and wrist cuffs, and now I strapped these in place, so that her right wrist was fixed to the outside of her right ankle, and her left wrist similarly to her left ankle. This effectively immobilised the blonde bitch – the only position that she could be in was kneeling with her knees spread apart and her pussy and ass open and defenceless. It was now my turn to sit down on the edge of the mattress, and I pulled my school uniform up to expose my cunt and swung my thighs wide apart.
‘Eat me, you slutty bitch!’ I ordered imperiously, gesturing with my free hand at my slit.
Miss Russell’s eyes shone at the prospect – until they glazed over and she wailed as a third powerful orgasm overtook her. As its tidal wave receded, she shook her head – almost like a swimmer emerging from underwater – and then leaned forwards to apply her tongue to my pussy. I could feel how her whole body was shuddering under the powerful driving force of the vibrator, and with each hand I grasped a hank of her blonde hair on either side of her head, and used these improvised pony-tails as handles to force her face to stay pressed against my cunt. Her stricken cries were muffled by this confinement, but I could still hear – and even more, feel – her desperate panting breaths as the violating vibrator drove her to orgasm again and again.
She must have come about seven times before she finally managed to bring me off, and that was more due to my arousal at seeing her helpless, bedraggled and utterly fucked in this way, than it was to any effectiveness of her oral efforts, distracted and dazed as she was. After my climax, I released my hold on her hair, and with a wail the ravaged teacher collapsed to lie on her side on the floor, her legs twitching convulsively in their tightly bound restriction, her flanks heaving as she gasped for breath, her blonde hair a tangled sodden mess, her face streaked with sweat and tears, her eyes unfocused and her half-open mouth drooling saliva.
The demolished teacher was an irresistible prospect for a domme like myself, and I couldn’t forego the opportunity of taking her to her very limits. Standing over her prone and crumpled form, I lashed her out-thrust butt and back with the cat o’nine tails, adding further external pain to the now almost unbearable internal abrasion of her hole. I shoved two fingers up my own pussy, masturbating myself as I watched the helpless older woman quake in the grip of a further climax, after which I turned her onto her back, with her legs feebly waving in the air, and treated each of her breasts to a couple of doses of the lash. It was more than Miss Russell could take, and she rolled around on the floor, screaming and thrashing from side to side as if being given electric shocks, until finally her back arching in an even more explosive orgasm, and then she fainted.
I reached around the ropes that were now pressing deep into her vagina and wriggled a finger into her soft quim until I found the vibrator’s power switch and turned it off. It took only a moment to undo the bondage around Miss Russell’s waist and crotch, and then to pull the vibrator slowly out of her. Perhaps not surprisingly, the erotic effect of that withdrawal brought her round, and her eyes reopened. For a moment she gazed up at me uncomprehendingly, as I removed her ankle straps and wrist cuffs. Then, released from their constraints, she curled up on her side in the foetal position, and actually put her thumb in her mouth for comfort – regression indeed!
I gave her a few minutes of respite to catch her breath, leaving her lying on her bedroom floor blowing bubbles of saliva. I returned to the second bedroom and took off my school uniform, and then went to the bathroom for a quick hot shower. Invigorated, I returned to the main bedroom to finish drying myself, and ordered Miss Russell to have a shower as well – in her present sticky sweaty state, she was of no use for what I had planned for later, when Melissa arrived. It took the shattered teacher an effort to rise to her feet, and then she tottered off in the direction of the bathroom.
Whilst she was away, I picked up the pillows that had been placed on the floor to clear the mattress for sexual pleasures, and put them back against the headboard. I then took the large double-size quilt that was folded up on a chair, and spread it out. It looked soft and cosy and comforting – hey, I can be real girly-girly too, y’know! – and I shed the bathrobe and slipped in underneath it.
Miss Russell had been so pulverised by the violations of the surging vibrator that she needed some time in the shower, and it was nearly two o’clock when she returned to the bedroom. Seeing me tucked in under the covers brought a delighted smile to her face, and a touch of colour to her cheeks. Still, I was pleased to see that she was becoming house-trained, for she waited for my inviting beckon as permission before she discarded her own bathrobe and slid under the quilt next to me. I cuddled up to the older woman – something I could now do without erosion of my authority over her, as that had been established beyond all doubt. Also, I like girly things: soft caresses, intimate massages, gentle hugs, nibbling kisses, whispered confidences, giggling secrets – there’s more to my sexuality than a taste for the rough stuff and a hunger to be dominant.
As we lay there, warm and relaxed, with our naked bodies pressed together and our hands gently stroking each other, I got Miss Russell to tell me the story of her relationship with my sister. It turned out to be very much as I expected: Rachel had obviously realised her own lesbian nature well before this, and was comfortable with it – in fact, she was eager for sapphic adventure and frustrated by the lack of any safe opportunity. So when Miss Russell offered her the chance of ‘some out-of-school extra lessons’, she had jumped at it – guessing what might be involved, and (as she later told the teacher) devoutly hoping that such was the case. At their very first lesson, when Miss Russell had tested the ground with a mildly suggestive comment and a gentle touch on my sister’s shoulder, Rachel had almost knocked her over with the eagerness of her response, tripping over herself to strip off her school uniform and throw herself into the teacher’s arms.
On that very first time, Rachel had shown her determination by insisting that Miss Russell take her virginity with a strap-on, and as their love-making developed during the following weeks, my sister grew in confidence – and in dominance. Miss Russell had always been the initiator with the girls before my sister, but now she discovered a submissive streak that was the perfect complement to my sister’s burgeoning taste for aggression and domination. I had thought that such was their relationship, for in the video-clips attached to the misdirected email, it was clear that my sister was the one in charge – I had observed that in the first scene with Melissa, the teacher only appeared after a brief but authoritative hand gesture from my sister, and the latter had also clearly orchestrated the other two scenes.
‘You know’, concluded Miss Russell, ‘after your sister went to college, I did wonder about you, Becky, because you are so pretty, and ... well, I just wondered if you might have the same inclinations, but there was never any sign of it, and I didn’t dare risk it, not having already had Rachel as a lover.’
Miss Russell then explained that she only ever seduced one girl in each school year, for security and to avoid jealousies or competition. There had been three girls previous to my sister, but only Melissa in the two years since Rachel’s departure for college – there had been no one in the year previous to this, as Miss Russell had not been sure enough of any of the girls to risk making a pass at them.
That neatly brought the conversation round to my best friend Melissa, which I had been intending to do in any case. Here again, the saga was almost exactly as I had envisaged it. Melissa had been offering little hints and encouragements at school, and again was an eager recipient of the offer of after-school ‘one-on-one tuition sessions’. She had turned up at the first one with her school tie loosened and the top several buttons of her white shirt undone, giving from several angles a good view of her cleavage and her plain white cotton bra, and had conducted herself in a very flirtatious manner. Miss Russell had responded encouragingly to Melissa’s rather awkward overtures, but had remained cautious and made no overt move towards the schoolgirl.
This situation changed at their second lesson. It seemed that before leaving the school buildings, Melissa had slipped into one of the toilets and exchanged her regulation-length school skirt for a tight micro-mini of the same colour which she had brought to school in her backpack, and my friend had also removed her panties. Sitting next to Miss Russell on the sofa in the teacher’s living room at her next lesson, the chirpy teen had gradually spread her knees until the micro-mini rolled up to her hips and her naked cunt was visible to her teacher. This was an offering that removed all doubts, and Miss Russell had let her hand fall to rest on Melissa’s thigh, before sliding upwards and stroking her pussy. Within seconds, Melissa was on her back along the sofa with her legs apart, her unbuttoned shirt wide open, and her sweet tits pulled out of her bra to be sucked and kissed. Melissa also was a virgin, but in her case it was three or four visits before she declared that she wanted to lose it. Since then, she had proven herself a passionate lesbian lover and a vivacious and happy personality, but also quite a submissive – more so even than her teacher.
Recounting these tales had taken nearly thirty minutes, and it was time for both of us to prepare for Melissa’s arrival. I had given Miss Russell very clear instructions about exactly what to do, and had gone over them several times with her to make sure there were no misunderstandings, so I was confident that the teacher would follow my commands. We quickly prepared the main bedroom together, again removing the pillows and quilt, and changing the bedsheet to a crisp clean new one. Then Miss Russell got dressed, and I retreated to the second bedroom to get ready.
I put on the dominatrix leather harness of straps and buckles and a pair of real hooker-style black fishnet holdups, and then eased my feet and legs into the thigh-high boots. Next there followed a little spray of perfume onto my cunt and under my armpits, after which I buckled into place around my hips the harness straps of the biggest and meanest dildo in Miss Russell’s impressive collection. Finally, I slid the handle of the cat o’nine tails into a small loop that was attached at the right hip of my dominatrix harness; it was clearly made for just such a purpose, leaving the handle of the whip ready to grab like a holstered gun, with its lashes swirling intimidatingly against my thigh. I then struck some poses in front of the full-length mirror on the wardrobe, and nodded with satisfaction at the result, immodestly concluding that I looked awesomely hot!
I moved to the bedroom window, carefully taking station where I was almost completely hidden from view by the curtain. Only a few moments later, I saw the back gate into the garden swing open and the unmistakeable slight form of my best friend Melissa slip through, and then carefully latch it behind her. I was glad that I had got ready in plenty of time, for in her eagerness she was about five minutes early.
She scurried up the garden path, and entered the kitchen to be greeted warmly by Miss Russell. I could hear the murmur of their voices, as I had left the door into the second bedroom slightly ajar, but I could not make out the exact words whilst they were still so far away. Very soon I heard footsteps mounting the stairs, and I moved closer to the door to listen. Melissa was chatting merrily away about how glad she was that this session hadn’t been cancelled, as had her Tuesday and Thursday visits this week, and as the pair reached the door into the main bedroom, she announced that she was ‘simply gagging for it – especially after last Sunday, that was so amazing!’
‘Oh yes, wasn’t it!’ responded Miss Russell with enthusiasm; ‘your first threesome, too – and wasn’t Rachel just as hot and stunning as I told you she would be?’
‘Yeah! Oh, yeah – Rachel was totally awesome, the way she took me – oh, wow! She was real hot!’ Melissa agreed, before adding with a note of wistfulness: ‘although, I wish it had been ... I mean, I wish it was ... well, anyway ...’
Following my instructions, Miss Russell then proceeded to explain that the way in which Melissa had been bound on the previous Sunday had turned her on so much that she wanted to do her that way again – if that was OK? Melissa agreed without any hesitation, and added that she was really getting turned on by the whole bondage thing. There was then the soft rustling sounds of people undressing – or, to be more accurate, of people undressing each other, accompanied by plenty of kissing and caressing. Next came a slight creak from the bed, as Melissa got onto it and took up the stance on her hands and knees, ready for binding.
I had instructed Miss Russell to replicate the bondage position of the first of the video clips attached to her errant message, with one small addition. Melissa’s ankles were once again to be tied to the two bottom corners of the bed, spreading her pussy and ass vulnerably open, whilst her arms would be roped together at the elbows and wrists, and placed in front of her so that she could brace herself and keep her head up; the additional item was to be a short length of rope that would go around and between the schoolgirl’s bound wrists, and then be fixed tautly to the headboard of the bed, so that Melissa would have no freedom of movement in any direction with either her arms or her legs.
I allowed a few minutes for Miss Russell to get Melissa roped into position, and then I eased open the door of the second bedroom and stepped slowly along the corridor, taking care to make no noise. As I had ordered, Miss Russell had left the door into the main bedroom a few inches open, so that everything which occurred could be clearly heard in the hallway outside. The gap also gave me a limited view into the room which included the end of the bed, but I approached the door circumspectly, for it was essential that I keep out of sight. For that reason, I kept to an angle which brought only the lower end of the bed into view – and I was rewarded with a splendid view of Melissa from the waist down, naked and with her tight cute ass stuck out invitingly.
Miss Russell then came into my view as she moved around the bed to double-check the ropes that were holding Melissa in confinement. The blonde teacher was dressed as I had instructed: a pair of scarlet strappy high-heeled shoes, milk-white opaque hold-up stockings, and a white lace-trimmed half-cup bra – and nothing else, so that her cunt and ass were completely naked and available. The older woman ran her fingernails affectionately along the teenager’s back, from the start of her ass-cleft up to the base of her neck, and then reached under the girl’s chest to fondle her pendulously swinging breasts. Melissa gave a soft moan of anticipation as the schoolteacher cupped and gently squeezed each of her smooth soft mounds – my friend didn’t have quite as bountiful a bust as my 30D pair, but her 28Cs still gave her eye-catching curves. The pretty schoolgirl was preoccupied with Miss Russell’s attentions to her breasts, giving a little shiver as the teacher rubbed the palms of her hands across their nipples, and I used the moment to open the door into the bedroom a few more inches, so that I would be able to step into the room quickly and quietly when the right moment came – as very soon it would.
Melissa seemed to be both puzzled and rather frustrated that her lesbian tutor was restricting her actions to this arousing foreplay, and she began to plead:
‘Ohh!! please – take me, Miss Russell, please! Aaaaahh, God, I need it so bad ... c’mon Miss R., please, do me – aaagghh! fuck me – fuck real hard, please – now, OH, NOW!!’
However, Miss Russell instead placed a finger across the pretty teenager’s lips, and then with a smile she spoke the cue words that I had given her, finishing with a nod towards the doorway:
‘Well, there’s a surprise for you ...’
As this was said, I moved silently into the room, standing just behind Melissa’s peachy ass and striking a real dyke-domina pose, with my legs apart and my hands on my hips. After a second of puzzlement, my friend twisted her head round to look over her shoulder in the direction which had been indicated – and then her reaction was almost comic, and at once I understood the meaning of the expression about someone’s ‘eyes popping out of their head’. Melissa gave a convulsive jerk, as if she would have reared up in shock, but of course the bondage kept her firmly in place.
‘Awwwkk! Becky?? What – BECKY??!!’ she shrieked, and then – registering how I was dressed – her voice took on a huskier tone: ‘oh, holy motherfucking SHIT! Becky – is that really you? ... can it ... ? Aaaaaahhh! am I fuckin’ dreamin’?? Ohmigod, you look sooooo hot!’
I laughed: ‘You don’t look so bad yourself, babe! In fact, I rather like this position that you’re in – very nice – and very very FUCKABLE!’
As I said that, I moved a step closer to her, and with my left hand reached out to grasp the inner curve of her nearest buttock, giving it a tantalising stroke and squeeze. My sexy friend gave a moan, and then wiggled her ass at me like a little puppy-dog wagging its tail.
‘Oh, Becky, Becky! – I don’t believe it, I’ve gone to paradise, I know I have!’ she gasped in astonishment.
My right hand was sliding up and down the hard rigid shaft of the dildo in a very suggestive way, whilst with the other I pinched Melissa’s captive ass, before sliding my index finger further round to probe the rim of her asshole.
‘So, you slutty lezzie – you’ve got some explaining to do! – how come you never hooked up with me before?’ I asked in a tone of mock outrage; ‘You ain’t my sister’s bitch – you’re mine! You’d better be ready for it now – so, do you want it, then? Do you want me?’
Melissa looked absolutely stunned, but managed to gasp in reply: ‘Oh!! Yes!!! Please, yes ... oh, Becky, you’ve no idea, this is what I’ve always wanted – you, you’re what I’ve always wanted, to dom me, take me hard! – oh, God, you’re so gorgeous, you’re even hotter than ever I imagined! Please, please, take me, do me, make me your girlfriend – make me your bitch – make me your subbie slut!’
Well, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse.
As the highly aroused schoolteacher watched, squeezing her breasts with one hand and groping her own gash with the other, I pulled the cat o’nine tails out of its loop in my harness, holding its handle in my right hand and letting the straps slide suggestively across the palm of my left hand. Melissa’s eyes widened even further, but I could see the gleam of submissive anticipation in them, and – as if in confirmation – she stretched and arched her back towards me, like a pussy-cat wanting to be stroked. And so she did – stroked with the whip! Melissa’s tongue flicked along her lips as I took up a striking position adjacent to her ass, and she yelped as I gave her a firm swipe across each buttock in turn.
‘That’s for not telling me you’re a lesbian, and not coming on to me’, I said as I gave her right side a lash; ‘and that is for letting someone else take your cherry, when it should have been me!’ I added as I gave equal treatment to her left ass-cheek.
Then I climbed onto the mattress, kneeling between Melissa’s parted legs. She began to mumble incoherently as I reached through the gap of her thighs and pulled roughly on her swinging udders, giving each nipple a smart pinch. Then I moved closer, letting the tip of the strap-on touch the base of her pussy-slit. Melissa’s eyes closed and she began to pant for breath, as I leaned forwards and let gravity and my body weight push the dildo into her. The schoolgirl gave a little shake as the plastic cock entered her for its full massive length, and then a series of mewling cries as I slowly withdrew it almost all the way. After a few more of these slow, restrained but deep strokes, each of which had set Melissa’s body vibrating, I grabbed hold of her hair, pulled her head back, and quadrupled both the pace and the force of my penetrations. Melissa began to wail, but none of her words suggested any desire that I should stop fucking her – far from it, the opposite was her heart’s desire, and her broken imprecations were an incoherently jumbled mixture of pleas for a rougher, harder fucking and almost delirious joy at the discovery that I was not only a lesbian but also a dominant pussy-busting dyke.
I signalled to Miss Russell to begin the next stage, and at once she moved close to the top end of the bed, and took over from me full-time the task of mauling, rubbing, pulling and pinching Melissa’s defenceless breasts. The sensory overload was too great for the young schoolgirl, and with a wild cry she thrashed in the bondage, her sexy butt quivering in the air, and she orgasmed – delivering a small spray of pussy-juice over my strap-on phallus as I withdrew it from her gaping hole.
‘Oh, sweet Jesus, Becky – that was the best!’ Melissa gasped, with a beaming smile on her face; ‘that was just the best best-est orgasm I’ve ever ever had!’
I smiled in satisfaction, but also gave her a sharp slap on her rump, and replied:
‘Bitch, that was for starters – we ain’t finished yet!’
My next instructions surprised Melissa, not least for the way in which they demonstrated my command over our mature hostess. First, I told Miss Russell to release Melissa and to take her place on the bed, but lying on her back with her arms outstretched and her legs spread-eagled in the shape of an X. The teacher obeyed with alacrity, and once she was in position Melissa and I tightly roped her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. I admired how attractive the older woman was, bound in this vulnerable position, and I cupped her Venus mound in my left hand, pushing my thumb roughly in between her labial lips. With a whimper, Miss Russell arched her back for the few inches that the taut ropes would allow, attempting to grind her cunt against me. I smiled, and then with my right hand I ran a finger along the inside of her bra cups from one side to the other, and then as I drew it back again I flipped the soft fabric downwards, baring the older woman’s breasts, with their stiffly erect bright pink nipples. They were perfectly placed for pinching, and I gave each one a twist and a squeeze, causing the bound woman to shudder and moan.
I had noticed the sexy teacher eyeing my short whip with an appealing mixture of interest and apprehension, and once she was vulnerably bound, I loomed over her, holding it out in my hand.
‘You want it, you dirty cunt, dontcha? Want it bad, you bad teacher-slut, dontcha?’
Miss Russell’s face flushed with excitement, and she nibbled her lower lip anxiously before giving a slight nod. Immediately, I smacked the trailing ends of the cat o’nine tails stingingly across her nearest breast, making the woman jerk in her bonds and cry out sharply. Before she could react any further, I gave her other breast a dose of the same treatment, as I heard a soft gasp of shaken arousal come from Melissa, who was kneeling subserviently on the floor next to me, with her eyes riveted on the amazing spectacle of her adored best friend dishing out sapphic sexual abuse to the captive schoolteacher.
I was not finished with Miss Russell yet, and I moved round to the foot of the bed and gazed meaningfully up between her legs to her soft, damp and defenceless Venus mound. The threat was obvious, and the teacher began to gasp and squirm on the bed – but there was nothing she could do either to pull her thighs defensively together or to free a hand in a vain attempt to protect her cunt. At the same time, I could see how much she was excited by it, that she was actually longing for me to strike her on this most sensitive of spots. I made her wait for a moment, teasing her by trailing the ends of the whip across her stomach and then further down, slipping them over her pussy in a tickling way. Then, when the woman could almost no longer bear the suspense, I suddenly twisted my wrist around and whisked the whip up between her parted thighs to impact directly on her labia. Miss Russell yelped and jerked in her ropes, and then whimpered as I steadied myself for the second blow – she was right to be apprehensive, for I was getting all fired up, and without really meaning to, I gave this second lash much greater force. Landing as it did on her already-partly tenderised pussy, it tore a single harsh scream from her throat and sent a convulsive shudder through her body.
My schoolteacher gazed up at me, and whimpered: ‘Oh, please! ... aaah ... please ...’
I was unsure – and I think Miss Russell herself was unsure – whether her intention was to plead for mercy or to beg me to whip her cunt again. In fact, I was planning no further abuse of her body at this point, though this should have nicely warmed her up and got her juices flowing! Just to be sure, I speared my index finger into her vagina, seeking her clitoris, whilst she feebly protested – but within a few thrusts of my hand, she was moaning and juddering in an orgasm.
As Miss Russell lay quiescent for a moment after her climax, I gave the wide-eyed Melissa her orders – which she clearly never for a second considered not obeying, for my mastery over her had been almost instant from the moment that she saw me in all the glory of my dominatrix outfit, which itself had been the culmination of her long-cherished hopes and dreams. The naked teenager was to climb on top of the teacher’s prone body, lying face down, and to stretch out her arms and legs in exactly the same X-shape. The two females were of almost exactly the same height, so this placed Melissa’s cunt just above Miss Russell’s, with their two stomachs flat against each other, belly-button to belly-button, and Melissa’s breasts pressed down upon the teacher’s pointy ones, their nipples brushing against each other. It also put their ankles and wrists together, and I first tied Melissa’s extremities to the four corners of the bed and then looped lengths of cord around to fasten each of her wrists and ankles to Miss Russell’s matching one. To ensure that the two females would stay exactly in place, I tied further loops of rope around both their legs, halfway between their cunts and their knees, and around their arms just above their elbows. The matching of my pair of lesbian submissives was completed by running a final length of cord around both of their waists and tying them tightly together.
‘You can kiss each other as much as you like, and rub against each other too’, I authorised.
As they began to make out with each other, as much as their pinioned predicament permitted, I strolled across to the dressing-table and opened the drawer that was crammed with sex toys. Yes, there it was, just as I had remembered – a long and fearsomely wide double-ended dildo made from firm but flexible translucent blue plastic. I returned with it dangling from my hand, and showed it to the two smooching bitches in bondage. Miss Russell caught on first, which was not surprising as she was much more sexually experienced than Melissa. The teacher gasped in anticipation and her eyes widened.
‘Oh, Becky!’ she breathed softly, ‘oh, babe, you are a marvel – not even Rachel thought of that!’
I was thrilled to hear this, relative novice that I was in comparison to my lovely sister. With a smile, I moved round to where Melissa’s cute butt was thrust out, her pussy only about six inches from the teacher’s slit. I began by rubbing one of the bulbous ends of the dildo up and down my friend’s labia, parting her fleshy folds and dipping it in and out of her for about an inch. Once again, Melissa gave those soft noises of sexual entreaty, and waggled her sexy butt at me.
Leaving the teen in her state of arousal, I performed similar foreplay on Miss Russell, before thrusting the lower end of the dildo deeper into her, first for about six inches and then, ignoring her protests that she could accommodate no more, to a depth of around nine inches. With one end of the plastic tube now firmly embedded in the teacher’s vaginal passage, and I pushed the other end into my cute best friend’s pussy, again working it deeper and deeper as she groaned in pleasure and submission.
Satisfied, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. The double-ended dildo was now fixed in a shape like the letter C, in which the top part was deep inside Melissa and the bottom part was thrust into Miss Russell, with only about one-third of its length – eight inches or so – visible as the back of the C, linking their cunts together. This section was usefully ribbed to give an easy and secure grip, and I now knelt on the end of the bed and took a firm hold of it.
At first, I just eased the dildo slightly up and down, maybe only an inch in each direction, for I knew full well how powerful would be the effects of even such a short and slow movement. Sure enough, both females began to groan and to squirm as much as their bonds allowed – which was very little indeed. The dildo was soon slickly lubricated with their juices, as I steadily increased the pressure and extent of its movements, rocking it back and forth so that with my upwards motion I pushed it even further into Melissa’s teenage vulva, and then with the downwards motion I thrust it harder and deeper into Miss Russell’s experienced and capacious cunt. From this, my pace became faster and firmer, until I was pumping the dildo up and down with savage force, so that my fist that was gripping the plastic tube impacted first with a wet smack against Melissa’s drooling vagina on the up-stroke, before slamming down on the teacher’s sweat-slicked pussy on the down-stroke.
The effects on my two sapphic submissives were mind-blowing, and they moaned and wailed as they bucked their hips and asses the few inches that the tightly-knotted ropes allowed, rubbing their sensitised and stiffly erect tits together and frantically French-kissing each other.
Finally, with a scream of ‘aaaaaaaAARGGH! OH – MY – GOD! FUCK ME! FUCKMEEEE!!’, Melissa reared her head up, gazing sightlessly at the wall in front of her as her pelvis shuddered in a massive avalanche of rippling climaxes. The pussy-juice that coursed from her quim coated my hand and made my grip on the middle of the double-ended dildo slick and sticky, but gravity aided me as I savagely ground the plastic tube back down into my teacher’s vagina. I was rewarded with a series of harsh barking cries that were almost torn from Miss Russell’s throat, and in her climax she bucked so violently beneath Melissa that for a moment it looked as if the schoolgirl was lying on a trampoline. Then, with a wailing cry, the blonde teacher slumped back, lying beneath the pretty schoolgirl in a dazed and exhausted sexual stupor.
‘Well done, you lezzie sluts ... well done’, I said, and the pair of them preened under my approval. ‘Now, I’ve let you have some fun’, I continued; ‘so it’s my turn now – but you’ll still follow orders, let that be understood.’
A pair of nods and an obedient chorus of ‘Yes, Becky’ confirmed my authority over the desirable duo – the one in the fresh budding of her youthful prettiness, the other in the full flowering of her capable prime.
I untied Melissa’s wrists from the corners of the bed and removed the ropes that had strapped her arms to Miss Russell’s, but I kept all of the other bondage in place. As the pair watched and wondered what was next in store for them, I unbuckled the strap-on harness and also removed my thigh-high black boots, as they would get in the way of the next stage. Then I climbed onto the mattress and stood above their heads with my legs astride, leaning my shoulders against the wall and my ass against the padded headboard. From this position, I slid downwards, spreading my knees wide to squat on my haunches, whilst I reached out and cupped Melissa’s chin in my hand, tilting her head upwards. This motion lifted her shoulders and the upper part of her chest away from Miss Russell’s, although the rope around their waists ensured that the teenager’s nipples were still brushing against the older woman’s. The gap which this created between the schoolgirl and the teacher was just the right size for me to settle down further and slip my pelvis in between them, so that the cleft of my buttocks was resting upon Miss Russell’s nose and mouth, whilst my cunt was right in front of Melissa’s amazed face.
‘Kiss my ass, you filthy lesbo teacher-cunt!’ I growled to Miss Russell; ‘show me who’s boss – eat my asshole, bitch, and make it good!’
The trapped woman really had no other option, as my butt was almost smothering her, but it was with a willing eagerness that her tongue began to explore my crevasse, and soon I felt the deliciously arousing tingle of her firm tongue rimming around my butt-hole and then probing into my anus. Melissa still seemed dazed by the turn of events, and so next I seized hold of the back of her head and pulled her face back down to smack against my cunt.
‘Eat me, you hot little slut! Show me what you want – eat my pussy and make me come!’ were my instructions to my luscious best friend, my voice turning soft and husky from desire.
‘Oh, Becky – Becky!’ she breathed in reply; ‘this is what I want – you’re so strong, I’ve always wanted you to take me, to dominate me! ... oh, I still think I must be dreaming – OW! OUCH!!’
I had pinched her right breast, and assured Melissa that her response proved that she was wide awake, that this really was in the realm of the real. Then I pressed her head more firmly against my pussy, and ground my sticky protuberant labia against her lips.
‘Less talk and more action, bitch! Eat me! – fucking eat me out!’
Melissa slipped her free hands under my butt, using them to lever me upwards into a slightly more accessible position for cunnilingus and thereby also relieving the pressure on Miss Russell, who had been almost suffocated under my ass. However, the teacher had made no complaint, and during all of this she had continued avidly to lick my butt-hole. Now the sensations from that became combined with the glorious rush that I was getting from having Melissa (at long last!) give oral attention to my cunt. The sensation of having a female mouth servicing my ass whilst another sucked at my cunt was truly amazing, and I let the headboard of the bed take the weight of my back as I reached for my own breasts and pulled and squeezed my nipples. As I felt my climax building, I closed my eyes in order to savour the full intensity of the experience. With a cry of ‘Oh, shit! Yes – yes, YES! AAHHH – YES!!’ I came, with my pussy juice coating Melissa’s tongue and cheeks – from where, together with that seeping directly from my slit, it dribbled down onto Miss Russell’s upturned face, as she lapped up every bitter-sweet drop that came her way.
After a moment to catch my breath, I climbed off the bed and then untied all of the ropes that still bound Melissa and Miss Russell. I was feeling only partly satiated, and so after their release I sat down in the plain straight-backed chair by the dressing table. It was the same chair where in the video clip I had seen Miss Russell sitting and Melissa eating her pussy, and I wanted the same pleasurable experience. I opened my legs wide and beckoned to Melissa, imperiously gesturing to her to kneel in front of me. Her eyes were focused upon my slit, and she gazed at me in a hungry way, with a sultry expression on her face and gleaming desire in her eyes.
‘Do you want some more, bitch, do you – huh?’ I asked, and she nodded, her tongue flicking across her lips.
As Melissa began to lick my labia for the second time, I told Miss Russell to lie on her back on the floor behind my school friend, and then to slide her head beneath Melissa’s butt and suck the girl’s pussy. Melissa gave a little shrill delighted squeal when she first felt the teacher’s tongue tickle at her tush, and then the teenager began to pant for breath, as she was so aroused by what was happening at each end of her body. I put a hand behind her head to hold her mouth in place on my cunt, but really I need not have bothered – she was so absorbed in what she was doing that she was burrowing deeper into me like a terrier going after a rabbit.
I looked down on the stunning lesbian scene unfolding in front of me, with the mature teacher sprawled on her back at the bottom of the heap. Miss Russell’s tits were visible, jiggling on her chest as she strove to worm her firm tongue completely inside Melissa’s crack. The older woman was wearing only her white hold-ups and high-heeled shoes, and had no covering at all over either the soft mounds of her breasts or her vulnerably exposed vulva. It was just too tempting, and I reached for the handle of the whip, which I had placed conveniently on the adjacent dressing table, expecting that there might be just such an opportunity.
I brought it down across Miss Russell’s left breast, and the stinging shock of the unexpected blow made her yelp in shocked surprise. As my climax approached and I began to pant with quickening breaths, I struck again at each of the teacher’s tits, making her writhe in a sexually-charged mingling of pain and ecstasy. I allowed Miss Russell a few seconds of remission as I transferred the attention of the cat o’nine tails to Melissa, with strokes across her lower back and so-sexy rump that urged her on to even more vigorous pussy-eating endeavours. However, the teacher’s exposed cunt was an irresistible target, and I lashed the whip down between her parted thighs to land with a sharp slap exactly along the puffily puckered groove of her loosely-gaping slit. Perhaps I was more forceful than I had intended (at least consciously), as the older woman gave a shrill scream of violated pain – but she did not break off from her cunnilingus of Melissa. Far from closing up her legs to protect her defenceless sex from such abuse, Miss Russell actually spread herself more widely open and thrust her pelvis upwards in a mute but unmistakeable offering and invitation to further assault.
Melissa’s naive but energetic cunt-lapping was taking effect, and I was now almost on the brink of orgasm. Savouring the sight of my schoolteacher’s total lesbian submission, I had just enough time to give Miss Russell’s smoothly shaven mound two more hard swipes with the whip, and then I dropped it and grabbed Melissa’s head, grinding her face against my gash as I came. My punishment of Miss Russell’s pussy had also driven her to a climax, and the older woman’s hips jerked and juddered in the throes of it. Her face was still buried between Melissa’s thighs, and the vibration from the shrieks that had resulted from my flagellation of the teacher’s vagina were transmitted like electric shocks directly into the teenager’s pelvis. Here they acted as a final overloading trigger, so that Melissa’s mewling climax completed our trio of almost simultaneous orgasms.
After this spectacular culmination, we were all exhausted. On my instructions, the pillows and quilt were restored to the bed, and I claimed the position of predominance, being the first to slide under the warm soft cover and lying in the middle of the bed. At my gesture, Miss Russell climbed in on my right side and Melissa, looking thrilled and glowing with happiness, snuggled up to me on my left. Miss Russell settled her head on the pillow next to me, and her hand caressed my right thigh before – after first raising an eyebrow to obtain my permission – she began gently to stroke my pussy. Melissa was almost purring like a cat, her sweet face resting against my left breast, which she gave the occasional soft lick, whilst her left arm lay across my stomach and its hand cupped my right breast. As we settled into a contented hazy doze, Melissa asked the question which our non-stop sexual marathon had delayed until now:
‘Becky? ... hmmm ... babe, that was incredible ... and I’m so, so happy ... but ... I don’t understand ... like, how come you were here? I mean, how did you know ... about ... well, about me ... and ... like, you know ... this?’
So I explained about the error in the message address and its revealing contents – although I said nothing about the video attachments. It seemed that whilst Rachel was aware that the camera had been set up, Melissa had not known that she was being filmed, and I thought it might upset her – and certainly it would worry her that such undisputable evidence of her lesbianism existed, and might somehow come to light – and so I had ordered Miss Russell not to mention it.
‘Oh ... wow!’ breathed Melissa, and then with a radiant smile she looked up at me, and I felt my heart warming with happiness at the evidence of her affection and adoration. My girlfriend – for Melissa was definitely that now, without question – then commented that she was so glad, the mistake had been so lucky, for otherwise we might never have revealed our lesbian sexuality to each other.
‘I wonder’, mused Miss Russell, ‘I just wonder if maybe my subconscious was picking up signals that my conscious mind was missing ... maybe it wasn’t exactly a mistake, but more of a Freudian slip.’
‘Oh, yeah?’ mumbled Melissa, with whom emotional euphoria and physical exhaustion were catching up, as she drifted in hazy languor; ‘so, mmm ... this Frieda ... did she make a typing mistake too, then?’
I thought I could hear the pioneer of the unconscious turning in his grave! With a smile, I glanced sideways at Miss Russell, who was clearly struggling to suppress laughter. God, I loved Melissa then and still do, but I would never claim she is the best-informed of people. I raised an eyebrow at Miss Russell, and almost as a chorus we replied:
‘Yes, well – something like that ...’
If you enjoyed this, I have also posted the second and third stories at the same time – to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story (where you can also find my many other all-girl lesbian stories). The other three stories will follow in the next few weeks.