Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club

by Jacqui Knight

  What was she up to, I wondered? But I was amazed at her suggestion of using the showers. “Surely if someone is videoing what we do, it’ll make things worse.”

  “Maybe, maybe not. But we hope that we’ll be able to fool whoever is doing it into thinking that we don’t suspect yet. If they see us avoiding the coach’s shower room, they’ll know that we know. How could it be worse, anyway? Which part of you, or any of us, hasn’t been seen on the internet?”

  I had to agree, there was a sound logic to our continuing as is nothing had happened.

  “Ok, I grinned. “Let’s do it. Fuck ‘em.”

  “Or each other,” she laughed.

  I noticed the deputy head, Roberta Simonds watching us from the other side of the cafeteria. I wonder, I thought, could it be you? Maybe I ought to go up and ask her, give her nipples a tweak too, see if she was really upset by lesbian activities. But no, maybe it wouldn’t be the best strategy to try.

  In the afternoon I got changed for hockey along with my teammates. I loved getting into my sports gear, my short, pleated hockey skirt over the full, white, frilly panties, my singlet in the school colors and the matching socks under my hockey boots. I felt ready to take on the world, I think we all did as we ran out onto the pitch with our hockey sticks, skirts swinging as we ran, showing a tantalizing glimpse of frills as they lifted up and down with the motion. My Glee club friends were giving it their all, leaping and prancing, but somehow it wasn’t enough to spur me on and I failed to score a goal. It was time for a shower.

  They were already in the shower, naked. Emma was on her own, under a stream of water, still smiling contentedly. I’d have to get that egg out of her before it drove her crazy. I started to undress, but Allison came over to help.

  “You look tired, Helen, let me give you a hand.”

  I could sense that Emma was taking notice as Allison stripped off my clothes. She did it in such a way that her hands continually ran across my skin, pausing to touch me in the places that mattered, especially my cunt when she pulled down my panties. It was thrilling to be undressed by a girl I hadn’t been with before, and I put my hands on Allison’s tits and kissed them gently before we climbed into the shower. She kept her hands on me and started to stroke me gently, my tits, then lower down until she was brushing my cunt.

  “What the fuck’s all this then?” Emma said, coming over to us.

  “I thought you were otherwise engaged,” I grinned at her.

  “Yeah, well I am, but there’s always room for more. Look, you two, how about a threesome, I’ve never tried that before, have you?”

  We shook our heads. “Ok,” she said. “Let’s go for it.”

  We held hands and stood under the streaming warm water. I stood with my back to the wall, Emma knelt down in front of me and her mouth came up to find my vagina. Allison faced me and kissed me deeply, there was so much depth and yearning in that kiss, it seemed to go on forever. I knew what she wanted, I reached down and felt inside her crotch, pushed my fingers inside her vagina and started to probe and stroke. With my other hand, I took hold of one of her breasts and started to knead it softly. She sounded a slight groan and I knew that I was heading in the right direction. My lover was sucking and licking deep inside me now, igniting a warm fire that spread all through my body. I put more of my concentration into stroking Allison, she was moving her hips in time with my movements. She opened her eyes and looked at me, it was a look of deep need, of even deeper lust. I put my other hand down to her crotch and felt her labia, then her clit. With one hand I explored inside her cunt as deeply as I could, with the other I worked on her clit. Our mouths were glued together in a kiss that neither of us wanted to end. She started to heave even more, as we parted briefly to draw breath, a loud groan escaped her mouth. Down below, Emma was in a half dream state, she’d obviously switched on the vibrating egg so she was enjoying a series of climaxes as she knelt contentedly sucking away at my fanny. I had no complaints either. It was unique, a superb new experience that showed me how rich and lovely sex could truly be between females. Emma hit a really sweet spot and I gasped and pushed my cunt down towards her head, trying to get her inside me as much as I possibly could. I gripped Allison harder too, she screamed with passion and held me tighter, then I screamed too as I came in a searing and tempestuous climax, the end of my ultimate arousal was a volcanic, hot, and torrid climax that send my mind soaring into the heavens.

  I realized we’d all come within the same few seconds, wow, what an experience.

  “Hey,” Lisa said abruptly. “What about those cameras?”

  There was total, dead silence. We’d forgotten about the cameras, we were supposed to just take a shower and pretend that we didn’t know about them.

  “Well, the motherfucker will sure as hell think we haven’t seen them,” Yvonne said. “No one but a bunch of lunatic dykes would ever have a mass fucking session if they knew there were cameras recording it all.”

  We collapsed, roaring with laughter. But when the laughter died, we realized we had to get to grips with the problem. Lisa said she’d spend time with Yvonne that evening, helping to track down who was responsible and at the very least, to pull down any more videos that were put up on the internet.

  “Can you try and get those emails?” I asked Yvonne. “They could lead us straight to the nasty little shit that’s doing it.”

  “Yeah, don’t worry, I’m on it,” she replied. “We should have them all overnight and I can start searching for our pervert friend.”

  “What’s going on here,” a voice said loudly. We looked around to see our deputy head, Roberta Simonds, together with Jessica Epps, the netball coach.

  “We’ve just taken a shower,” Rachel said. “We were about to leave.”

  “Don’t you think you ought to get some clothes on first,” Miss Simonds said to her.

  Rachel turned away without a word, although someone muttered ‘motherfucker’ loud enough for them both to hear.

  “Who said that?” the deputy head said.

  Nobody replied. She pursed her lips in annoyance and stalked out, closely followed by Miss Epps.

  We looked at each other, Rachel spoke for all of us.

  “It’s got to be one of those two, maybe both. We need to fix them, and I mean fix them good and proper. They’ll be gunning for us from here on in.”

  “Yeah, what can they do, give us all a good spanking?” Lisa asked, grinning widely.

  I felt a twitch in my cunt and I shivered, Emma had a hand on my hip and noticed it. What happened next horrified me. At first.

  “Hey, girls, Helen got really hot when you mentioned spanking. Why don’t we try it out on her, see if it starts her motor running again.”

  “No, shit, I didn’t mean…”

  They grabbed me and held my arms and legs so that I couldn’t move. Rachel sat on a bench and they dragged me over to her and draped me over her knee.

  “Girls, what do you reckon I should give this naughty girl?” she laughed.

  “Spank her, give her twenty whacks,” Allison grinned.

  Thirty, forty, oh God, the numbers went up and up as the girls threw in their suggestions.

  “Nah, I think twenty will give her a good taste of it.”

  We were all still naked. My head was almost at floor level and I was looking up and their legs, the triangles of their pubic hair guarding the entrance to their cunts. One had her hand over her vagina, I could see it was Emma, reaching inside her. Had she removed that damn egg yet, I wondered? But obviously she had, her hand delved inside her and she started massaging her cunt. Suddenly she took out her hand.

  “I’ve got an idea, something to take the sting out of it, hang on.”

  She came back with my vibrating egg, dangling from her hand by the straps.

  “I’ll put this on her and get it moving, just one sec, Rachel.”

  She knelt down and reached between my legs, I shuddered as she pushed the egg inside me, then she fastened the straps.r />
  “Get on with it,” Rachel said. “Is it ready yet?”

  Emma reached inside me and switched on, the vibrations jolted though me. I closed my eyes and tried to stop my hips from humping up and down on Rachel’s knee, but it was a battle I was losing.

  “Christ, she’s humping me,” Rachel said. “I’d better start your punishment, Miss, see if it throws cold water on your fire.”

  ‘Whack’, her hand came down on my ass, it was a hard smack and I flinched. But it pressed down harder on my vibrating egg, the sensations intensified. ‘Whack’, the second blow, I didn’t care now, I had no thought for the humiliation of being spanked in front of my friends, now that the vibrator inside me. I whimpered, but it was a whimper of joy, of pleasure, of wanting more. My hips were moving in a steady rhythm and Rachel timed her smacks to it, I knew I wouldn’t last the whole twenty. As the fifteenth whack slammed down on me a colossal heat surged through my body and I came shuddering, squirming and screaming to a climax on Rachel’s knee as they all looked on curiously. As I exhausted my peak, Rachel obliged by giving me the final five spanks, they heightened the sensation even more. She finished and I lay there exhausted, totally spent. Rachel lifted me up and sat me on her knee, one hand on my waist, the other holding my tits.

  “Are you ok?” she asked. I nodded, too shocked to speak. Emma came into my vision. “Do you want me to switch you off?” she grinned. I felt her groping inside my cunt and the vibrations stopped.

  “I’ll leave it in there, you can take it out when you get home.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

  We got dressed and walked back to class, as I walked the egg moved around inside me, tantalizing me with the hint, the reminder, of what was, and what could be.

  * * * * *

  chapter EIGHT

  I couldn’t tell mom why I was so happy when I got home that day. I took off my trendy little black mac jacket and hung it carefully in the closet, then gave her a peck on the cheek.

  “They were wonderful presents, mom, thanks again.”

  “You’re very happy today, darling. You’re not normally still smiling when you get back from school.”

  I blushed bright red, the truth was hidden inside my panties.

  “I’ll get cleaned up and look at my homework.”

  I went upstairs and into the bathroom, reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. I unfastened the vibrating egg and removed it, not without a slight pang of loss, like saying goodbye to a good friend. I started on my homework, halfway through the doorbell went and mom called up, “Karen’s here, you ought to come down and see her.”

  I went down and said hi. She looked as glamorous as ever, so confident, composed, and clever. She smiled at me, “hi, Helen, we were talking about kids being switched on to current events these days.”

  She emphasized the words ‘switched on’ so that I knew exactly what she meant, Christ, she was taking a chance.

  “Do you feel ‘switched on’ to everything these days? If not, you really should be.”

  She looked directly at me as she said it, her eyes were conveying a message that was crystal clear. She wanted me to fasten the vibrating egg inside me and switch it on. Or else. Would she dare mention it to my mom? I couldn’t take the chance, besides, it was a fascinating game. I went back upstairs, inserted the egg back in my cunt, fastened the straps and switched it on. I went back downstairs and the two women asked me to sit with them for a while. For half an hour I sat on the couch chatting to them, trying to control the waves of passion that surged through me, leaving me feeling hot, weak and totally spaced out.

  “Your face is flushed again, Helen, I’m sure you’ve got that bug.”

  Karen smiled quietly, she was enjoying it hugely. So was I, but I couldn’t take any more and I leapt up. “Sorry, I do have to finish my homework, nice seeing you Karen.” I rushed up to my bedroom and put my hand inside my panties and massaged my clit, finishing what had been brewing down there, when I came, I nearly hit the ceiling and had to stuff a fist against my mouth to stop myself from screaming with joy and passion.

  The following day we were all in for a shock. We spent the day prowling around trying to find the person filming our shower rooms. During the afternoon break, we went down into the changing room with a screwdriver to start looking for the hidden cameras. Instead, we found the unconscious body of Jessica Epps lying on the floor. We picked her up and carefully took her through to the physio’s room and laid her gently on the couch. She was starting to come around and Emma got her a glass of water. She looked at us and her eyesight began to clear.

  “What happened, Miss Epps?” Rachel asked her.

  “I was looking around the changing rooms,” she said. “Someone has been posting videos of the girls in the showers on the internet, it’s totally disgusting, I was trying to stop it. I thought I’d found a possible camera site, in one of the ventilator grilles, then someone must have come up behind me and hit me on the head, the next thing I knew I was lying here with you girls around me. Thanks for helping me, by the way.”

  So the videos were becoming common knowledge.

  “What kind of scenes are on the videos?” Lisa asked her. Jessica looked embarrassed. “I think you know what’s on the videos, girls. But that’s not important. What you do privately is your business, not mine and not anyone else’s.”

  Thank Christ for an enlightened teacher, the deputy head, Roberta Simonds, would have hung, drawn and quartered us.

  “I still think there is a camera hidden in that ventilator, would one of you call the caretaker down here, I want him to take it apart and check it out.”

  Rachel ran off to find Joe Mason while we sat with Miss Epps. Ten minutes later, she came back with Joe who was clutching a box of tools and carrying a small ladder. He kept a very low profile these days, it was funny to see his stricken expression when he caught sight of us. His face was garishly feminine, he looked as if he was wearing lipstick and mascara.

  “Thanks for coming, Joe, would you remove all of the ventilator grilles in the changing room and the shower rooms, see if anything is hidden behind there. We think some pervert has hidden cameras there and is filming the girls in the showers, it’s disgusting.”

  He shook his head, as if to say ‘what kind of scum would do something like that’, then rummaged in his toolbox and found some small tools and started work. Miss Epps spoke quietly. “The head was worried about him when we saw he had started wearing makeup. It’s obvious that underneath he thinks he is female, there’s no other explanation. She sent him to see the school psychologist who started him on a course of female hormones while he resolves his gender problems.

  We looked at each other. If that wasn’t revenge I didn’t know what was, the hormones would certainly put paid to his male sex urges, and he wouldn’t be fantasizing over pornographic pictures of schoolgirls again. He gave a shout, he’d taken down a grille and found a camera.

  “Rip it out,” Jessica said. “I want you to check everywhere and get rid of them all.”

  It took him an hour before he’d found the lot, five cameras in all.

  “Thanks, Joe,” Jessica said to him. “You’ve done a good job, if there is anything I can do for you, you know, to help you with your problem, let me know.”

  He mumbled a reply and left.

  “The psychologist thinks he should start to dress in women’s clothing to satisfy his inner female self,” she said. “He looks a bit silly with the makeup, neither male nor female. We’d have a female caretaker, that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

  We had to restrain ourselves from falling about laughing. It was hard to imagine anyone less female than Joe Mason. He should have thought hard before he played with obscene pictures of schoolgirls.

  We helped Jessica to the school nurse, who took over her care, she had a bad bump and bruise on her head. Our search for the person who placed the video cameras had just narrowed to one person, Roberta Simonds, the d
eputy head. But we had to make certain.

  “Should we confront her about it?” Lisa asked. “Just go in and make her admit it?”

  Rachel shook her head. “It's not a good plan, if it is her and she is found out she’ll lose her job, her career and probably wind up in prison. No, she’ll deny it and make it much harder for us to catch her. We need to think of something else.”

  “What about the emails,” I said. “Yvonne, have you had any luck there?”

  She shook her head. “When the school server went back online they’d installed a temporary router, the security is hard to break. I think it was borrowed from a defense installation, the school IT company has contracts with the defense industry as well as with schools like ours. We need to wait until the old router is put back in, I can hack that one no problems.

  We were almost back to square one.

  “At least we got rid of the cameras in the changing rooms,” Lisa said. “We can all feel a lot safer about that.”

  Emma grinned. “You mean we can fuck each other without anyone else watching?”

  Well, yes, I guess that was exactly what she meant, it was what we all wanted.

  “I’ve got an idea,” Emma continued. “Let’s take a shower to celebrate.”

  She looked at each of us. “I can see by your smiles that you think it’s a good idea. Let’s go.”

  “But, we haven’t had a sports lesson, how do we explain it if anyone finds out?” I protested.

  “Tell ‘em we got dusty looking for the cameras, we decided to take a shower to clean up. Miss Epps won’t give us away, besides, she’s out of it for a few hours.”

  “Ok, let’s go,” I said.

  We almost ran down to the shower room and threw off our clothes. I was intoxicated by the sight of six other healthy, young girl’s bodies, the smooth skin, flat stomachs and those beautiful triangles at the top of the legs that promised so much pleasure and joy.