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

Jean worked her way back upward to the fragrant juicy slit, and plunged her darting, stabbing tongue in
once again. Elizabeth's hips jerked up frantically at the sudden resumption of the Lesbian assault, her
back arching steeply off the couch for a moment. Her warm tongue swimming in the swirling rapids of
Elizabeth's overheated cunt, Jean quickly found the pink lust-driven bud and began concentrating on it.
Elizabeth shuddered violently at the incredibly thrilling contact, and began jerking her pelvis back and
forth in a manner that made clear that her emotions ware rapidly going out of control.
"Ooooohhhh! Ooooohhhh! Oh, don't stop! Ohh!" Elizabeth gasped in a distraught voice. "Ooohhh! Oh,
I'm ... Ooooohhhh!"
Her eager face plastered against the sopping wet underbrush, Jean constantly teased the maddeningly
throbbing little button with her experienced tongue. Completely carried away with sexual arousal,
Elizabeth clawed at Jean's head in an apparent attempt to push her face deeper into her burning hot
pussy. She could feel an intense orgasm coming on, approaching with the force of a tornado. The
fever-pitch intensity of her sexual arousal produced muffled sobs of delight and despair, and she could
feel her entire body on the verge of an explosion.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth wailed with sexual anguish as a violent, mind-blowing climax suddenly
engulfed her entire body. Convulsive shudders racked her body and her shapely legs jerked upwards
spasmodically, as if pulled on strings. I'm in heaven, she told herself! One wave after another of raw,
almost savage erotic spasms assaulted her quivering body, and left her limp and totally breathless.
Her female lover kept her face buried against her wet underbrush until Elizabeth's convulsions began to
subside.
"Oh, that was wonderful!" Elizabeth exclaimed, tears of excitement brimming in her eyes.
Her face glistening with feminine cum, Jean slowly withdrew her face from the wet, pink furrow. "Didn't
you just love it?" she asked, a pretty flush of excitement on her face.
"Yes! Yes!" Elizabeth admitted. "I suppose ..." she found it difficult to put into words what she knew she
had to say next. "I suppose you want me to reciprocate!"
"Sure, of course!" Jean seemed a little surprised that her friend found it necessary to say the obvious.
The two of them quickly traded places, and Elizabeth watched as Jean stretched out supine with her legs
opened to reveal her pink cuntal slit in all its feminine glory. I'm not a Lesbian, I'm just pretending to be a
Lesbian, Elizabeth tried to tell herself. But as she found herself staring at the luscious coralline groove
that was obviously brimming with the most delicious sweetmeats, she could not deny that she was hungry
for the Lesbian banquet that awaited her.
"Hurry up, honey, my pussy's just dying for some girl love!" Jean told her, squirming prettily on the couch
and watching her companion with intense expectation.
As Elizabeth moved into a kneeling position between her smooth bare legs, Jean pulled her knees back
until they were nearly in contact with her full breasts. Elizabeth gulped quite hard and felt her face
becoming hotly crimson as she found herself only inches away from the lasciviously displayed girlish
charms, the plump pink furrow standing out vividly in the pretty nest of light brown hair. Glittering
moisture adorned most of the area and, somewhat to her shock and dismay, Elizabeth could feel her
own mouth watering expectantly.
"Go on, Liz!" Jean pleaded. "Eat me! Eat me, please! Don't make me wait any longer!"