Lesbian Schoolgirl Sluts... (F/ffff, MC, FDom, bd, exhib, span, toys, latex) By Hecate Prologue ....No, no, she thought. I can't possibly title an English essay like that. What was I thinking of? Becky couldn't understand what was happening to her since the new term started. She only had one more year before she went to university. She was supposed to be studying. But she couldn't get sex off her mind, and lesbian sex at that. She loOKed at the title again and went to delete it. She stopped short and a smile played across her face. A smile of amusement, but also of lust. Of course she could write this! Marianne (Miss Lovejoy, her English teacher) would love it. She just knew she would. She felt a tingle of anticipation go through her and knew she had a wet patch on her panties. Yes, she thought, it's just the thing. She started writing... (1) First Draft Marianne Lovejoy was enjoying her job as English teacher at the Catherine The Great's School for Girls. It was a fairly odd title for a school, she thought, though she did know that this was an area where Russian emigres had lived. Still, she thought it was weird. She had only started at the school this year and already she had not only her own class, but her special tutorial group of four girls, Becky Green, Liz Thorpe, Angie McFadden and Dianna Marshall. They were such good girls. Quite gifted. And the fact that they were the prettiest girls in their year had nothing to do with it. Oh, no. Marianne only ever chose girls for their intelligence and ability. Or so she told anyone who asked. It was Tutorial Day, which, unfortunately, only came round twice a week. Soon, however, Marianne hoped to be seeing rather more of the girls. Becky, in particular, seemed to have come around quicker than the others. And the latest essay she'd handed in - well, it was going to be hard to control the other three when she read it out. Still, she'd never had problems before. A little frisson went through her at the thought of what promised to be an interesting session. Marianne got through the morning on autopilot, thinking about the afternoon's tutorial and what she could do. By the time lunch came round, she was so excited she could hardly wait. Every time she found new girls she felt like this; her skin tingling, her nipples hard, and her panties wet. At last the time arrived and she strolled to the Tutorial Room. As Becky walked in, the other three, already there, chorused "Hi Becky." Miss Lovejoy still wasn't there. They were all early. Becky smiled and greeted the others and sat down. They all sat in the same places each time - Becky next to Dianna, who was next to Liz, who was next to Angie. They'd all become good friends in the last four weeks, though when they all discussed the tutorials, it was funny as it seemed that they could never remember them exactly. Oh, they had their handouts, and they sort of remembered Miss Lovejoy giving out instructions, but... It didn't matter really; they could all agree that they were much better at writing now. The only thing bothering each of them, and which none had discussed with the other, was the content of the essays. Up till now, Miss Lovejoy had just taken them in and marked them. Today, she'd promised that they would each hear selected passages from their writing. When Marianne arrived, she could see that each girl looked anxious. They were shifting about on their seats and giving each other sideways glances. She was going to ensure that they would be quite happy by the end of this tutorial. In fact, if everything went well, by the end, they would be very happy, and she hoped, in the right frame of mind. Actually, Marianne Lovejoy didn't need to see their anxiety. She could feel it. Although she had only recently honed her 'mind touch', as she called it, her telepathy had been with her since birth. She had already picked out her switch, and her three subs. Angie had the character for a switch and would, no doubt, become dominant when older. The other three were natural subs. Angie, of course, had been the toughest of all to mind touch and 'develop'. Becky, on the other hand, had been the easiest of the three. She was an instinctive sub. That was, no doubt, why she had also written the most explicit story. She knew she had Becky now. By the end of the day, she wanted the other three to have 'developed' as well. (2) Outline "Good Afternoon, girls. Now, firstly, as usual, we are going to get in the right frame of mind for this tutorial. I want you all to sit back, just like you've done before, close your eyes, and concentrate on a pleasant summer's day. I'll start the timer, and you'll hear it ticking away for the next five minutes. When it rings you'll be nice and refreshed and ready for our little session." The girls all sat back. They'd always felt so good after these tutorials, and they all thought it was the relaxation session at the beginning that had done it. Marianne, however, knew otherwise. She started to feel their minds. As always, Becky had gone quickly into a state she could affect, so she began with her. Becky didn't need that much pushing. Marianne had already found that underneath Becky was not only a sub, but a lesbian one too. She played with Becky's mind a little, inserting a new connection here, another there. She could almost feel the chemical messengers interacting. After a minute or so, Becky was ready. Marianne knew that Becky would fall in with any suggestion she made - naturally, and in her normal state. Now for the others! Dianna was next. Then Liz. Both were easily made ready. This was their sixth session and Marianne had hoped it would be enough. Now she was sure. She'd left herself two minutes for Angie, the hardest of the four. But, by the time the little bell rang, she knew she had them all. Angie though, had been the hardest of all the girls she'd manipulated. Still, she was pleased. When the four left school, they'd make a nice little group, with Angie at its head, of course. Marianne watched their eyes as they sat up. She saw them all look at one another, appraising each other in a way they wouldn't have done when they had come to her first tutorial. Then they looked straight at her and she could see how their eyes ran up and down her body. She shivered with lust. Oh, this was going to be good, she thought. "OK. Now we're all nice and relaxed, I shall read out parts of each of this week's essays, and we can comment on them afterwards." Marianne had already made sure the 'Do Not Disturb' sign was on the door and had locked it as insurance. Plus, there were no classrooms next to the Tutorial Room, only a storeroom, so moderate noise was acceptable. She really hoped that this was it, that today was the day, and began reading. "The first one is by Becky and entitled," here she paused slightly, knowing this would tell her for sure, 'Lesbian Schoolgirl Sluts'". Marianne loOKed up quickly. All four sat there, intent, seeming not at all bothered by the title. She was home and dry! She grinned to herself and began reading the excerpts. "Liz caressed the breast before her, lightly sucking on the nipple and moaning with pleasure." Marianne had a quick look and saw Liz had a slightly shocked expression, but it quickly passed. "The nipple hardened in her mouth, and Angie's eyes filled with lust". Again, a quick glance, but she just saw Angie smile. "I moved round behind Angie, fell to my knees and began to kiss her arse cheeks. As my hands fell to her hips, I touched Dianne's hands. She was between Angie's legs, licking her pussy. Angie's body was shaking between us, and Dianne and I held on tight." Marianne watched Dianne. Again, the same dreamy smile as Angie. "I delved in between her arse cheeks and began to lick up and down, burying my face between them." Finally, Marianne looked at Becky. She was smiling. But, more than that, one hand was up her school skirt and, Marianne saw, it was moving frantically. This was better than she'd imagined. Now, the final part from Becky's story. "I looked across and saw Miss Lovejoy. She was dressed in her normal black. A symphony in latex; she loOKed so beautiful. I stared at her and the flogger she was carrying, before delving back into Angie's arse, willing her to come with my tongue..." When Marianne looked up this time, she saw that Becky was lost in a world of her own, her mouth open, breathing deeply as she caressed the centre of her being. Angie was using both hands to caress her breasts, but the biggest and most welcome surprise of all was seeing Liz and Dianna leaning over towards each other and kissing. She did so love it when a breakthrough occurred. Unwilling to break the spell, she continued reading, first from Dianna's and then Liz's stories, both of which were about masturbation, and then from Angie's, which showed an interesting touch and had her orgasming from being spanked. Hmm, thought Marianne, I'll remember that for the future. She loOKed at the girls. Dianna was now sitting on Liz's lap and they were kissing deeply. Dianna had her hand in Liz's blouse and was obviously stroking her breasts. Marianne could see Liz's nipples pushing against her shirt. She could see that Becky was now watching them. Becky had pulled her skirt up, and Marianne could see her hand working away underneath her white panties. Becky's other hand was in her blo...
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