CLP-188 The Headmaster by William St. Cyr Foreword ... - OpenDrive

Faster and faster the two of them ground against one another. The young blonde girl behaved like a
young tigress under him, clawing and scratching and squirming and throwing her hips around in every
direction conceivable. Yet, at the same time Frank completely dominated her yielding feminine body.
Erica felt helpless under his powerful masculine thrusts, and her response was largely an instinctive form
of self-defense. At times, the forward thrusts of his massive prick were almost brutal, and the relatively
inexperienced young girl wondered if she could really stand it much longer. She had never dreamed that
sex could be such a savagely raw, primitive experience.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she managed to gasp as she felt the initial waves of an intense orgasm
beginning to sweep over her entire body like an oncoming tide of raw sexual pleasure.
The young girl threw her hips upward as Frank slammed forward with all his might. His aching cock
plunged into her wanton cunt right up to the hilt and burst like a cannon. As the hot masculine lava
poured into her lust-convulsing cunt in voluminous spurts, Erica erupted as if her young body was
experiencing an earthquake. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably and, hugging Frank tightly with all
four limbs, she emitted one half-strangled cry of joyous delight after another. Frank could feel the intense
convulsions deep in her cuntal channel grabbing and snapping at his prick as if trying to draw out all of its
magic juices. Her climax was much more intense than either of them could have imagined, and Erica
found herself crying and trembling with a raw, purely physical intoxication that she had never
experienced before.
For the next several minutes, the two of them lay together with their organs united while they struggled to
catch their breath.
"That was some fuck, Mr. Hopkins," Erica told him when he had at last dismounted. "Perhaps normal
sex like that would be good for both of us."
Frank shrugged. "You'll be going back to Germany in a few days," he reminded her. "And I doubt if
we'll see each other again."
They returned to the living room and Frank watched as the young blonde snapped on her black garter
belt and sat down to replace her stockings. Although his physical desire for the moment at least was
spent, he still watched with fascination as she carefully smoothed the sheer black stockings up her white
legs and fastened them to her garter belt.
"I think we will see each other again," she told him, her eyes bright.
"I think we're destined to see more of each other."
"No," Frank replied quite quickly, attributing her lack of sophistication about the state of the world to her
youth. But as he watched her carefully adjusting her stockings, he began to have second thoughts.
Perhaps she was right, and the two of them were destined to meet somewhere again. But it won't be for
several years, he told himself.
Chapter 3
Four years later.
"Since we're going to be working together on this case, Mr. Hopkins, perhaps you wouldn't mind telling
me about yourself," said the beautiful young American girl sitting across from him. Her bright pink lips