by Lynn, KT
“No Clairisse, Urgh.” He breathed and held her head tighter while he thrust into her mouth. “You will swallow it like a good girl, or you will have to be punished again.” Again she tried to pull away. This was not part of the deal. Sucking him was one thing, but she had no intention of swallowing anything. He held her firmly and though she struggled to push him away, he simply fucked her mouth harder. She couldn't breathe and felt tears running down her face as the hot cum soaked the inside of her mouth. His cock twitched inside her, and she felt the saltiness running down her throat.
“Swallow Clairisse. Swallow or you won't be Head Girl.”
His breathing was still hard as slid himself around in her mouth. It was hard to breathe and Clarisse had no choice but to do as he asked. She could still feel the tears running down her face. He sat back in the chair, leaving Clairisse kneeling in front of him. Her hair hung down around her face, and she couldn't look him in the eye. She felt humiliated at having to swallow his cum.
“You should understand what Janice felt right about now Clairisse. I'm sure she didn't want to take her clothes off either.”
“No sir,” she whispered. Janice was going to get it when she got the chance. No one humiliated her, and it was all that bitch’s fault.
“I don't think you're really sorry though Clairisse.”
She raised her head and tried to be sincere. “ I am sir. I'm sorry we humiliated Janice.”
He reached over and pressed the intercom. “Miss Carstairs, please send Janice Phillips in.” She tried to stand. “No, no Clairisse. You're not going anywhere.”
He made no move to tuck his cock back in. It lay glistening in his lap, a single string of fluid stretching from the head onto his pants. The door opened, and Clairisse froze. She hoped Janice could not see her from the other side of the desk.
“Janice dear, Clairisse says she is sorry, but I do believe she is lying. I'd like you to help with her punishment.”
“Yes sir. Anything I can do, Uncle.”
Clairisse nearly choked. Uncle?!?
“Be a good girl and sit up on the desk for me. Clairisse stand up please.”
Clairisse wiped her face off and stood, smoothing her skirt back down as she did so. She knew what Janice was seeing, and it would be all over the school that she had sucked her way back in to her position. Janice smiled at her, a mean smile, as she hopped up onto the desk and put her back to them.
“Clairisse, please stand in front of Janice.” As she moved to do so, he continued, “And now you will apologize properly to Janice.
“I'm sorr....”
“No Clairisse, you will apologize properly. Janice please remove your panties and pop your legs up so Clairisse can say sorry.”
Janice smiled up at Clairisse and slid her panties down from under her skirt. Scooting back on the desk, she popped both legs up and lay back. Her exposed pussy was pink and inviting, and for a moment, Clairisse thought how jealous Mickie would be. She'd been dying to stick her tongue in that bitch all year. He stood beside her once more.
“Say sorry Clairisse. Properly.”
“Sir?” As swiftly as before, he bent her over using her hair and laid an open palmed smack on her ass.
“Now Clairisse.” He threw her down towards the desk, and she found herself only inches away from Janice’s exposed pussy. She was shaved clean, with thin lips, and she smelled wonderfully feminine.
“Sir, I don't think....” He grabbed her hair and pulled her back.
“I didn't ask you to think. I told you to say sorry. Obviously you haven't learned.”
He pushed her forward again, and her nose touched Janice's skin.
“Say sorry, Clairisse.”
“But--”
Before she could say anything more, he pushed her face into Janice’s waiting cunt. Her skin was warm, and she breathed in the musky thick scent of her pussy. Gently she pushed her tongue between the folds, sliding it up along her slit. Janice shifted a little, urging her on. Clairisse licked along her length, beginning from bottom to top, circling around her nub before repeating the motion. Mr Ramsley kept one hand on her head, but from the corner of her eye, she could see him stroking himself with the other.
“That's right Clairisse. You wanted Janice to have pleasure, and you're going to give it to her.”
Clairisse parted the folds with her tongue and pushed inside Janice, curling her tongue up as she moved it out of her before thrusting it back inside. She circled her entrance lightly and moved to take Janice's clit into her mouth. As her lips closed over the nub, Janice moaned and pushed harder into Clarisse's face. She nibbled the little bulb, making Janice buck. Easing off, she used the tip of her tongue to flick under the hood, catching her most sensitive part. Clairisse loved the taste of Janice's pussy. It was sweet and richer than Mickie’s. She could feel herself beginning to get wet. She licked the edge of her cunt gently, like a cat grooming with small strokes before licking the length of her pussy with the flat of her tongue. Janice moaned, and she sighed deeply as once more Clairisse buried her tongue inside her. She was so wet that Clairisse could feel the pussy juice begin to run down her chin, and she pushed harder into Janice’s eager cunt.
“Oh god, I'm going to come Sir. Please let me cum.” Janice lifted herself up and looked to the headmaster.
Breathily he replied “Make her cum Clairisse. Make sure she enjoys it.” He was still jerking himself off with one hand on Clairisse’s head, but his grip was loose. Clairisse paused and twisted to look at Mr Ramsley before returning to Janice. She took the clit into her mouth again, worrying it with her teeth a little and circling it with her tongue once more. Lifting her fingers, she began to push them into Janice while she sucked onto her clit. With little effort, she slid two fingers into her soaking pussy and began to pump them in time to her tongue. Janice moaned and began to thrash her hips into Clairisse's face.
“I'm so close sir. It's so good sir.” Janice cried out, pushing onto Clairisse's fingers deeper. Her fingers worked furiously in and out of her as Clairisse continued to suckle at her. She could feel Janice begin to spasm inside, her muscles contracting against Clairisse as she released a flood of juice over her hand. Janice moaned deeply, her body relaxed, and Clairisse withdrew her face from her cunt leaving her fingers buried inside her. As she slid them out, Janice’s pussy sucked at them, as if not wanting her to stop. Janice hissed a little at the motion, obviously feeling the same.
“Are you feeling sorry yet Clairisse?”
“Yes sir.”
In fact Clairisse felt anything but sorry. She felt wet and could feel her soaked panties between her legs. Licking Janice had made her ache inside, her own pussy empty. She shifted a little and could feel the wetness sliding her legs together.
“I think you're feeling something else Clairisse.”
“Sir?” She wanted to feel her fingers, or preferably Bradly in her wet cunt.
He pulled her up firmly by her hair, and Clairisse rose. She regarded Janice in the face, trying to keep her expression neutral.
“Leave Janice. Clean yourself up before going back to class.”
“Sir.”
Janice slid off the desk and bent down to pick up her panties giving Clairisse another view under her skirt. Her engorged pussy was darker and glistened slightly with the juices of Clairisse’s ‘apology’. She smiled smugly at Clairisse as she walked out.
“Now Clairisse, what have you learned?” He remained behind her.
“Not to humiliate others Sir.” She could taste Janice on her lips. The sweet musky scent filled her, and she knew her face was probably still covered in the other girl’s juice. She tasted so good. It hadn't really been a punishment at all to eat her, though she tensed a little remembering having to swallow Mr Ramsey's cum.
“Good Clairisse. What else?”
“I'm not sure sir. Are we done sir?” Clairisse wasn't about to tell him, but she wanted more than ever to escape and get to Bradley. Her pussy burned with need, and she ach
ed for it to be filled.
“You won't be meeting our little assistant this afternoon Clairisse.”
Damn, he knew about that too.
“I have a study meeting sir. Anatomy.”
“I'm sure I know exactly what anatomy you plan on studying Clairisse.” He moved closer to her, and she could feel the swell of his cock pressing into her buttocks.
“Sir?”
His arm slid around her and cupped her breast while he whispered in her ear.
“I'll be taking anatomy today Clairisse.”
He pushed her forward until her elbows rested on the desk. As he slid her skirt up, his fingers grazed her pussy, and Clairisse couldn't help but moan.
“You've done well today Clairisse. I think you deserve a reward.”
“Yes sirrrrrrr.” She purred as she felt his fingers stroked her length. Knowing she was about to find her release and that she had never been so glad to be Head Girl before.
She Can Do It Better
by KT Lynn
Themes: vanilla
It had been a long, exhausting weekend. Cheri had wanted to spend both days shopping--a lot of clothing stores, mostly, with a few home furnishing places thrown in. Then of course we'd had to eat out and then hit the Rabid Fish so she could be seen in her new duds. I had to admit, she looked lovely--her makeup perfect, her outfit straight out of next month's fashion mag. By Sunday night, though, I was ready for some just-us time.
I mean, she kept telling me all weekend about what a wonderful future she could imagine us having. Asking me what kind of curtains and towels I liked, as if we were decorating a house together instead of living in student apartments for at least a few more months. And she still had all the moves that had gotten me so intrigued--touching my arm lightly while batting those huge brown eyes and calling me sexy, brushing close to me every chance she got, even taking my hand and planting a long, slow kiss on it.
In short, by the time I'd spent a couple hours with Cheri, I was seriously turned on and eager to be alone with her and get that cute outfit off. As usual. And she'd act as though that was exactly what she wanted too--later, after the nice dinner and a few drinks. It was starting to get to me, though, that when we finally did get behind closed doors, Cheri seemed to cool down just when I was thinking it was time to heat things up.
Oh, she always had a reason--her feet hurt, could I just rub them for her? The biology exam the next day had her preoccupied and nervous; couldn't we study for it for an hour? (My plans involved biology, too, but not from a book.)
Any indication that I wanted some serious sex was met with a pout. I was getting pretty tired of it. The first month we'd been going out, she'd acted as though sex was just her favorite thing in the world--as long as the lights were off and I was willing to be the one initiating all the action. And she was so darn cute, just getting her panties off was enough to be heavenly at first.
I couldn't believe that a girl who dressed and acted like such a hot mama wouldn't start showing a little more--I don't know, openness or creativity or something--once she felt more relaxed around me. Instead, what seemed to be emerging was a lust for pretty toys and treats from the deep end of the menu. I didn't want to admit to myself that I might be involved with somebody whose idea of hot began and ended with the missionary position, but the constant knot of uneasy frustration in my stomach wasn't going away.
I'm not the most confident dude in the world when it comes to sex. Cheri was the third girl I'd ever fucked, and the second one had been a drunken one night stand with a lovely Russian exchange student the night before she left the country. Now that had been a night. She'd been all over me with her mouth and hands. Made me want to head straight to Moscow with her.
But she'd left, and Cheri had been giving me those amazing come-hither eyes all winter, till in April I finally asked her to a party. Somehow we'd ended up as a couple, without my really having a lot of say about it. My roommates all assumed, as I had, that she was too gorgeous to be anything but a tigress in bed.
Well, three of my roommates anyway. The only one home tonight besides me was Melissa, my best friend ever since freshman year when we'd discovered a shared passion for old Far Side cartoons and psychedelic bands from the late 60s, among other stuff that was so ancient and uncool it was ridiculous. Mel was great. Smart and laid back. She handled being the only girl in a shared five-bedroom house smoothly and sensibly--she was the one who made sure the bills got paid on time and that broken stuff got fixed, stuff like that.
She was like the sister I'd never had. She wasn't much for frills--more of a jeans and T-shirt type--and she didn't frequent the clubs much. She'd never brought a guy to the house. The other guys speculated that she was probably gay. I didn't quite dare speculate. She was an awesome friend, but just not what I considered “my type.” We could talk about a million things, but we'd never really talked sex.
I was more than happy to find her the only one home. She was lounging in a corner of the couch, feet tucked up under her, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail, munching on celery and cream cheese and watching O Brother Where For Art Thou. I cracked a beer and flopped next to her on the couch, reaching over to snitch a celery stick.
“So how was your weekend?” she asked when a commercial came on.
I recited the list of stores and eateries we'd been to.
“Huh, you know, if Cheri wants to really find some cool stuff, the flea market out on Rt. 47 is open for the season again.”
“She's not the flea market type, I guess.”
“No? Her loss.” Melissa said nothing else for a bit, until the movie reached one of her favorite scenes, in which the main characters are bewitched by gorgeous, singing sirens in transparent wet white dresses. It turns out to be an illusion, of course; they don't get laid, instead, they're convinced that the sirens have turned their friend into a toad.
We laughed together and then she said something that nearly made me fall off the couch in shock. “So how come you're home so early? Shouldn't you be off worshiping Cheri's lovely little lady parts for hours on end?”
“I'd love to be,” I stammered, “but-”
“But? She prefers butt worship?”
“She has an early class tomorrow.”
“Class, my ass. You squired her around all weekend like she was Queen of the May. She looks at you like you're Adonis. You two should be holed up together naked making each other happy.”
I was stunned. “What the- How many beers did you have tonight? Since when are you interested in my sex life?”
“Since you come home way too early and sit there sighing heavily the last couple of Sundays. Seriously. What's next, she's going to turn you into a toad? Nah, toads can't drive to the mall.”
“Cheri's just...”
“Just tell me you're not halfway to getting engaged to someone who thinks fellatio is an ancient Roman poet.”
I laughed, but I was squirming inside, remembering how Cheri had reacted the one time I'd hinted at putting it in her mouth. She'd changed the subject really fast. “I guess not all girls are into that,” I said.
“Well, girls who are into girls might not be. Women who like to please men, though, learn to love it,” she said calmly, as if we were talking about classes or something.
“You're kidding me. I thought that was something women just did to make guys happy.” The one time I'd ever gotten head, from my first girlfriend freshman year, she certainly hadn't shown any great delight in the process.
Melissa looked at me incredulously, shaking her head. “It's supposed to be a mutual happiness conspiracy, the whole thing,” she said. “Hey, wanna smoke? I've got a nice bud.”
I had been staying away from reefer. Cheri preferred wine. But the idea of a bowl of sweet reefer with Melissa suddenly sounded like a great idea. While she fixed it, I went to the fridge and got us each a beer. I was sort of hoping she'd share a few more of her opinions on sex. Things with Cheri had me feeling as if I really didn't know much at all.<
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Passing the pipe back and forth, Melissa's fingers seemed to linger on mine. Or was I imagining it? I wasn't sure. One thing I did know. If Cheri got the impression I was fooling around with somebody else, it would all be over. One of her big topics of conversation was how much she hated cheating men.
“Ben, honey,” Melissa said, “it seems to me like you've been sold a line of bullshit here.”
