Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2022 15:48:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Facts of Life 1981 1981 was another of changes at Eastland Academy for 16-year-old Blair Warner. Mr. Bradley, the headmaster, had been caught embezzling. He had been replaced by a "progressive" headmistress from France, Mlle. Benet. Kimberly Drummond had been sent to a stricter private school in New York. Apparently, she had spent most of the summer smoking dope, and had been remanded by the NYPD for soliciting a mother of four for sex at an Aerobics center in Manhattan. If possible, Cindy Webster had gotten even prettier over the summer break, and would certainly now be a rival for Blair as the prettiest girl in Eastland. The only good news for Blair was that Sue Ann Weaver would be coming back to Eastland, and that she would be replacing Jo as Blair's roommate. Sue Ann was back in school due to the beneficence of the Warner Foundation. Monica Warner, Blair's mother, was struck by how much Blair missed Sue Ann. She suspected that their relationship may have been more than platonic, but she had had her own dalliances with girls when she was in boarding school some years earlier. It was part of growing up. Monica put the heat on her ex-husband to fund Sue Ann's return to campus. He only had one daughter and he rarely refused her anything. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The story begins over the summer. Eastland is closed and the students scatter to the four corners of the earth, with or without their parents. For Jo Polniaczek, it meant a return to her loud, dysfunctional family in the Bronx. With neither Cindy nor Blair to have sex with, 16-year-old Jo was left to her own devices. One Saturday in the early summer she decided to try to get into an uptown lesbian bar that she had heard about. At 16, she was much younger than the legal age to be in a bar, but few girls had the chutzpah that Jo possessed. Jo laughed about trying to enter in her Eastland uniform. That would be a dead giveaway. So, Jo looked at her limited wardrobe for an outfit that would make her look her oldest. Selecting a tight pair of jeans and brown knee-high boots, Jo topped the outfit with a simple white blouse which she unbuttoned provocatively, and a tan vest to camouflage the small, braless breasts that she was still self-conscious about. Jo boarded the subway and hoped that she could pull this off. The bar was poundingly loud with disco music as she entered. Girls and women of all shapes and sizes were dancing together or drinking at the bar. Jo received some knowing looks as she entered. Jo hadn't walked more than 10 feet before she was approached by a very butch woman in her 40's. She had a mohawk haircut and probably outweighed Jo by a hundred pounds. The woman very aggressively grabbed the much-smaller girl and forced her onto the dance floor. The large woman attempted to French-kiss Jo, who kept having to move her head to resist. Fearing that she would be raped on the bathroom floor, Jo was saved by a pretty, well-dressed woman dripping in diamonds. "Josephine, there you are. Come and join us." The woman gave the large dyke a firm look, and she released the teen, but not before pawing a tiny breast. "Mrs. Conner?" Jo asked incredulously. Mrs. Conner was the stepmother of a 13-year-old student that Jo had very successfully tutored the previous semester in math. The girl's name was Emily, and she was a little blonde- haired cutie. Somehow Jo had managed to keep her hands off of Emily. Mrs. Conner said, "Call me Michelle," and led to Jo to what was clearly a VIP table. Three other well-dressed women of a similar age were seated there and greeted Jo with eager eyes and their full attention. Michelle gave quick introductions all around but didn't mention that Jo and Emily were schoolmates at Eastland. The other women were clearly intrigued as Michelle ordered a Cosmopolitan for Jo. No questions were asked. The drink was sweet and very strong. Several younger women came by the table to ask Jo to dance or to buy her a drink. Each were put off with a toothy smile and the simple explanation of "Maybe later." Jo was intrigued by Michelle. She was Mr. Conner's third wife, according to Emily, and was one of the prettiest women that Jo had ever seen. Elegantly done up in a designer dress, her hands and nails were perfect, and had such good skin that she needed to wear very little make-up, even at night. A trophy wife, Michelle appeared to be in her mid-thirties, or slightly younger, and was probably twenty years younger than her husband, Jo looked around. Michelle was undoubtedly the prettiest woman in the bar. The obvious question that neither asked was "What are you doing here?" It was pretty clear what they were both doing there, and there was the benefit of mutually assured destruction if either told anyone who they had run into a New York lesbian bar. After a second Cosmo, Jo began to loosen up and allowed the women at the table to kiss her cheek and rub her arms. All hoped that they would win the lottery of her company that night. Each thought that a little jailbait would be a pleasant diversion from their absent husbands, Michelle was holding Jo's hand when Jo asked her to dance. Michelle was surprised but she was a good sport. The song was the Police's "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic." Michelle did her best to keep up with the tipsy 16-year-old. As she twirled and bounced to the fast song, Jo's vest and her largely unbuttoned blouse flew around sexily, revealing her small, perky breasts to Michelle. Just as suddenly as the fast song ended, a slow song came on, "In the Air Tonight" by Phil Collins. Michelle extended her hands to lead. Jo was not adept at slow dancing, so Michelle held her firmly, their breasts pressed together as they merely swayed on the dance floor. Wondering how far she could take things, Michelle moved in for a kiss. Jo reciprocated with an open mouth and eager tongue, which surprised the normally unflappable Michelle. Returning to the table after another sensuous slow dance, Michelle allowed her hand to caress Jo's ass in her tight designer jeans. The other women at the table were clearly disappointed as Michelle had won the jailbait lottery. Jo put her arm around Michelle in the booth and kissed her on the cheek. Jo asked for another drink, but Michelle wisely decided that Jo had had enough. She wanted to fuck the young girl, not hold her hair while she puked. Michelle teased the teen by putting her hand inside Jo's unbuttoned blouse and squeezed a breast and nipple. Suddenly announcing, "Jo, would you like to go back to my apartment to see my paintings?" Jo nodded a bashful, "Yes." The other women at the table laughed at what was clearly the oldest pickup line in the world. Each woman, however, slipped the 16-year-old her phone number before Jo and Michelle departed. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jo had never been to the Warner penthouse in Manhattan, but she assumed that Michelle's was every bit as elegant. Jo had noticed that the doorman had given her the stink eye as Michelle helped the slightly inebriated, obviously underage girl up to her apartment. The doorman had seen the married Mrs. Conner with other women, who would always leave in the morning. Standing at the large window with a spectacular view of Central Park, Michelle removed Jo's vest and blouse. Jo didn't seem to notice until Michelle reached from behind to cup her small breasts and kiss her neck. Michelle was still dressed as she held Jo tenderly and began to gently sway their bodies as they took in the view. Michelle unbuttoned Jo's jeans and inserted her hand inside Jo's plain cotton panties. That seemed to immediately sober Jo up, and she said, "I can do that." Jo sat on the foot of the bed as she struggled to remove her knee-high boots. Jo's little boobs jiggled in a cute fashion as she eventually was able to kick the boots to the floor. Jo stood up to remove her equally tight Calvin Klein jeans. They were the same type that Brooke Shields advertised, and they were probably Jo's most expensive possession. Michelle was undressing too, but her expensive clothing required being carefully hung. Michelle was soon down to silk black bra, panties, and stockings. Jo was now wearing nothing but a pair of baby blue cotton panties. Michelle dimmed the lights and Jo's pert breasts shimmered in the moonlight. As Michelle was about to remove her bra, Jo asked if she could do that? Standing behind Michelle, Jo unhooked the black bra and rubbed it on her own face. Michelle chuckled. Michelle's breasts were magnificent. Certainly, her husband had paid a near fortune for them in Beverly Hills. They had together agreed on a 38-D cup size, and they were surely the largest boobs that Jo had ever seen, and she began to fondle them eagerly. They were a little firmer than most natural boobs and they stood proudly upright, without a hit of sag. Michelle's panties were off in a jiff, and Jo noticed that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, like in the porn movies she had seen on 42nd Street. Michelle's hair was blonde... top and bottom. Jo suspected that neither was natural. As Michelle sat on the bed to remove her black stockings, Jo suggested that she keep them on. She had never even felt silk stockings before, let alone had sex with a woman wearing them. Jo gently laid Michelle back on the bed. Wasting no time, she began to voraciously eat Michelle's pussy while reaching up to squeeze her breasts. It was not quite the foreplay that Michelle was accustomed to, but she figured she could have the teen make up for it at some point that evening. With her husband gone so often, Michelle often hosted women for the evening. However, despite an NYU student or two, none of them had been anywhere near as young as Jo. Her tight, soft body was a tactile revelation, and Michelle was simply enjoying roaming her hands all over Jo's lissome16-year-old body. Michelle positioned Jo so that her back was resting on the headboard with her knees slightly raised for Michelle's easier access. Jo, usually the aggressor, had never been serviced so skillfully before. "Experience counts," Jo thought, Jo was moaning loudly as she orgasmed. The apartment was large with thick walls, and Michelle said nothing to stop the teen's wails. Michelle had two fingers and her tongue aggressively in Jo's pussy when she heard the click of her bedroom door. It was opening. She hadn't thought to lock it. Entering the room was Michelle's 13-year-old stepdaughter, Emily. "Oh my God!" came from Emily's lips. Michelle quickly tried to remove her fingers and tongue from Jo's pussy, and unsuccessfully tried to cover her naked body with her hands. Jo didn't bother to move. She sat there with her legs spread wide and tits exposed for the world to see. Jo sheepishly waved at Emily and said "Hi ya." "What are you doing here?" Michelle nearly shouted. "You're supposed to be with your mother this weekend." Emily meekly replied, "Mom had to go out of town suddenly. I heard noises. I thought someone was hurting you. It turns out you were fucking Jo!" "Young lady, don't use that kind of language." said Michelle. "Oh, c'mon stepmom, it's a little late to be high and mighty while you lay there naked and have your tongue in a high school girl's pussy!" "O.K.", Michelle reasoned. What do you want to stay quiet? Michelle knew that this spoiled brat would probably cost her plenty. "I want in." Replied Emily. "In? What do you mean?" "I mean I want to fuck the both of you. That way none of us will tell my Dad." Michelle cupped her hand over her mouth. "Was this incest?" she asked herself. Jo, still sitting against the headboard completely naked, merely shrugged her shoulders. Fucking the little blonde cutie would be fine with her. In horse racing terms she had hit the Daily Double. Emily was wearing a simple, colorful sundress. She quickly pulled it over her head and smoothed it over a chair. For a 13-year-old, she was wearing very expensive, grown-up undergarments. She unhooked her lacy bra, revealing pert A-cup breasts with pink nipples. To Jo, they looked delicious! Emily made eye contact with Jo, and slowly removed her panties. Jo moved to the side of the bed to get a better view. Emily stood in front of Jo proudly naked and did a little twirl. A member of the Eastland swim team, she had an athletic bubble-butt, and her pussy area had a few tiny wisps of golden blonde hair. Jo fingered the outside of Emily's pretty little slit wordlessly. Michelle, understanding the new game, announced "I have some unfinished business," and helped Jo move to the middle of the large bed and spread her legs wide. Michelle picked up Emily by wrapping her strong arms around Emily's small chest. Emily giggled as she felt Michelle's big breasts pressing against her back. Emily was placed next to Jo. Emily leaned over to Jo to thank her for her tutoring help over the summer. She pushed her light blonde mane aside and planted a chaste kiss on Jo's lips. Jo placed both of her hands firmly on Emily's face and gave the 13-year-old the first "big girl" tongue kiss of her little life. Jo then placed a hand on of Emily's tiny breasts and began to massage them. Emily gave an involuntary twitch with Jo's initial touch. With Jo's legs spread wide, Michelle resumed where she had left off, licking and fingering Jo's pussy, as the two teens busied themselves with each other. Jo positioned Emily above her face backwards and began to lick the 13-year-old's pussy as she faced her stepmother. Emily played with Jo's tits as she hovered over Jo's face. Emily looked closely at Michelle. She was even more beautiful than Emily had imagined. She had masturbated many times to the mental image of being fucked by her stepmother, Michelle. It was not incest to Emily, as she didn't consider her Dad's young trophy wife to be a mother figure in any way. Emily let out cute little yelps as Jo brought her to orgasm. Lesbian sex was even better than Emily imagined, and she was eager to return to Eastland to try it out with some of her school friends. Michelle was still prone and engaged with a tongue-full of Jo's pussy when Emily crawled across the bed and laid across Michelle's body. Michelle was surprised and said to her 13-year-old stepdaughter, "Are you sure we should be doing this?" "Oh, yes," replied Emily. "I've wanted this for some time." Emily rubbed her tiny tits across Michelle's back and reached her hands underneath Michelle's body to cup her large breasts. Emily further surprised Michelle and Jo when the young girl began to rapidly hump Michelle's bubble-butt. When Michelle again brought Jo to orgasm, she sat up so that Emily could suck on her large breasts. With Emily on all fours, Jo inserted a lone finger into Michelle's pussy and thrust eagerly. The trio spent a raucous time together that night, but it would be the only occasion during the summer. Emily would spend the rest of the summer at the home of her mother, and masturbating quietly at night, and wishing to return to Eastland. Jo, however, would return on other occasions for sex with Michelle when her husband was out of town. One time Michelle invited a fortyish friend to join them. Jo had allowed herself to be tied spread eagle on the bed while the two women ravished her with hands, tongues, and a myriad of sex toys. It had been heaven. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> With Mr. Bradley gone, the new headmistress, Mlle. Benet made it very clear to returning students and their parents that it would be a new, more "progressive" era at Eastland. Uniforms would only be required to be worn during classroom hours, and there would be a great deal more personal freedom for the students, while still being housed in a safe environment and given only supervised access to the local boys. Rather than being assigned roommates, Mlle. Benet allowed the girls to pair up as they wished. Some of the rumored lesbian couples immediately paired up. The girls would now be allowed to lock their doors and staff would be prohibited from any unannounced visits. Some parents, reading between the lines, looked at the "progressive" changes as a green light for homosexual promiscuity and removed their daughters from the school. As Eastland had a long waiting list for admittance, their spots were replaced almost immediately with new girls, and life would go on. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On the first day back from summer break, the girls assembled in the common room to greet old friends and meet new students as they arrived at Eastland. Blair, Cindy, and Jo were already on campus when Sue Ann arrived from the train station. Cindy was the first to greet Sue Ann when she entered. Cindy gave the girl a great big hug. Sue Ann had been the best sprinter at Eastland, and Cindy knew that her return would be a great benefit to the track team. Having last seen a scrawny, but pretty, 13-year-old, Sue Ann was astounded at the beautiful 15-year-old before her. "My gosh," Sue Ann exclaimed, "Cindy, you look like a model!" Cindy blushed, and each wondered if the other liked girls? Cindy introduced Jo, who greeted Sue Ann pleasantly. Jo was still trying to figure out who she was going to room with. Cindy and 13-year-old Emily Conner, who were both school athletes, had elected to room together. Having fucked both girls, Jo's mind swirled with lewd and lascivious thoughts. At last, Blair and Sue Ann saw each other. They had talked many times over the summer. Although they hadn't physically seen one another in a year, they had agreed to play it cool publicly. They gave each other a friendly, not passionate, hug and a European kiss on each cheek. The called each other by their old rival nicknames, but all of the girls could clearly see that they were glad to be back together. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Evening came, and the girls all departed to their bedrooms. Blair and Sue Ann passionately kissed as soon as the door closed and was locked. Their tongues eagerly tasted one another's. Neither believed that the other had remained chaste during the prior year, but neither wanted to offer any details of any lesbian trysts with other girls. Sue Ann would be particularly surprised if she knew that Blair had spent a great deal of the spring semester with her head between Jo's legs. As they stopped kissing to gather some air, Sue Ann remarked, "Cindy has sure turned in to an absolute fox!" Blair didn't want to hear that as it confirmed that Cindy was now her beauty rival. But not wanting to ruin the reunion, Blair chose not to say anything. The two began to undress for the night. There would not be any pajamas or nighties worn on this evening. Sue Ann was the first to be naked, and her fingers roamed into her blonde-tressed pussy, as if to be loosening it up. Turning her firm, sprinter's ass toward Blair, she remarked, "Did you miss anything?" Blair stopped to kiss and pat Sue Ann's gorgeous glutes. Blair removed her bra and asked, "How about you?" Sue Ann began to salivate. Blair's breasts appeared to be even bigger and fuller than before. Stuffing one breast into her mouth, Sue Ann began to rub and knead the other breast while Blair stroked Sue Ann's golden blonde hair. When satisfied with her breast worship, Sue Ann asked the question, "So, what'ya wanna do?" "Oh, I have an idea," answered Blair. She walked naked to her closet. She reached for a box marked as "school supplies," and pulled it down. It contained in fact, a large strap-on dildo that Blair was hiding in plain sight. Jo had purchased it for Blair at a scruffy Times Square sex shop. Jo charged Blair a generous markup, as Jo knew that Blair could afford it, and would never, ever, walk into a shop like that to buy if for herself. Sue Ann giggled as she climbed on the bed and got on all fours. Blair thoughtfully lubed the dildo and proceeded to plow Sue Ann's pussy from behind for the better part of the evening. Blair happily slapped Sue Ann's ass and reached over to fondle Sue Ann's breasts. Blair couldn't remember a time when she had been happier, especially as there was no longer any fear of being caught and expelled. Blair and Sue Ann had a Dom / Sub relationship, and Sue Ann was most definitely the eager sub. Still wearing the strap-on as they began falling asleep, the two discussed the new rules which would make having with girls easier. Blair also hoped that Sue Ann would soon be willing to take the dildo up her ass. Both promised to look for additional girls to add to their evening entertainment. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The new "progressive" atmosphere did indeed turn into the promiscuous situation that the more conservative parents feared. However, the vast majority of the parents were too busy with their own lives to worry much about what "other parents' kids were up to." Most could not envision their little darlings coupled up with girls or mature women. Miss Simmons, the swim coach and teacher, was among the first to "come out." She and Mlle. Benet had hit if off since first meeting. Soon, Miss Simmons had moved into the Headmistress' quarters with Mlle. Benet. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> With her favorite playmate, Kimberly Drummond, not returning to Eastland, Miss Simmons was not only missing a teenage lover, she was also missing one of her best swimmers. As usual, 29-year-old Miss Simmons was lurking around the girl's locker room when it dawned on her. Cindy Bennett was the best all-around athlete in the school and was turning into a stunning beauty. One day Cindy had done some extra running and was in the shower alone. With her body soaped, and blonde hair glistening from the water, Miss Simmons quietly watched as Cindy showered. Turning off the shower head, and wiping the water from her eyes, Cindy emerged gloriously naked. Her blonde pubic hair was water soaked from curly to straight, and her flat belly and well-shaped B/C-cup breasts were a breathtaking sight for the young coach who was daydreaming about being in between the teen's legs. Miss Simmons seemed to emerge from nowhere in front of the naked 15-year-old and offered her a clean, white towel. With a smaller towel in her hand, Miss Simmons began to dry off Cindy's pink breasts while talking to the teen. "Cindy, we can really use you on the swim team this season." Miss Simmons began to move her small towel from Cindy's breasts to her mid-section. "I'm not much of a swimmer," Cindy replied. "That's O.K., I can teach you," said Miss Simmons. Cindy began to dry her hair with her towel. With her body now completely exposed, Miss Simmons rubbed her towel between Cindy's legs and dried her blonde pubic hair. Cindy was flustered and didn't know what to do or say. Miss Simmons reached into her shorts and pulled her white t-shirt up and over her breasts. She was wearing no bra, and her breasts were large and tan. "Are you in or out?" Miss Simmons asked Cindy. "I'm in," the teen replied. Cindy would not only replace Kimberly Drummond on the swim team, she and her roommate, Emily, would become eager playmates for Miss Simmons and Mlle. Benet. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Eastland's relay team had just gained enough points to win their swim meet over St. Cecelia's Academy for Girls. The Eastland girls all hugged and danced by the side of the pool in triumph, their little butts and breasts jiggling in their tight swim swim suits as their coach, Miss Simmons looked on approvingly... and lustily. Although Cindy was not the best swimmer on the small squad, she was recognized by the other girls on the team as their fiercest competitor and had been elected captain. The Eastland team had traveled from Peekskill, New York to St. Cecelia's in Allentown, Pennsylvania. The winter weather had been forgiving, but the bus ride still took two and half hours, so plans had been made to stay overnight in a hotel before returning to Eastland. Mlle. Benet, the Headmistress, had made the bus ride with the team. This was unusual, and some of the girls speculated that she just wanted to spend some time away from school with her younger lover, Miss Simmons. Mlle. Benet was a petite, attractive woman in her forties. She had shoulder length brown hair and a pretty face and a warm smile. She had left a lover in France in order to take this opportunity at Eastland. Miss Simmons was a former All-American diver and was as fit and firm as when she was a college athlete. At 29, she kept her hair in a practical Dorothy Hammill cut, which suited her pretty face and dark hair. Daily aerobics had sculpted her body. She had six-pack abs before the term had been invented, and her legs and ass were those of a muscular athlete. Miss Simmons also had a thing for teenage pussy. At precisely 11:08 p.m., there was a gentle knock at the hotel room door of Miss Simmons and Mlle. Benet. It was two blonde teens: 15-year-old Cindy Webster and 13-year-old Emily Conner. The two older women had been sure to have their hotel room on a different floor from the other team members. It would reduce the odds of their being discovered. While it was official policy to look the other way at lesbian relationships among the girls, two adult women having sex with underage girls would, however, likely lead to prosecution and scandal. Miss Simmons looked at both ends of the hallway before she let the teens inside. Both girls were wearing their swim team sweat suits. The girls were immediately paired off by the older women. Miss Simmons took Cindy's hand and then began to help her undress. Miss Simmons was delighted to find Cindy wearing only a sheer bra and panty set underneath her sweat suit. Unable to wait for any formalities, Miss Simmons unhooked Cindy's bra and began immediately suckling on a breast. Cindy, Miss Simmons thought, looked 18, and not 15, and was certainly as pretty as any young actress that she had seen on TV. Meanwhile, Emily approached her Headmistress cautiously. Mlle. Benet was some thirty years older than the pretty, blonde teen. Mlle. Benet was wearing a black dominatrix outfit, and there were a variety of sex toys around the room. Mlle. Benet attempted to reassure Emily with a light kiss. She was surprised to find that Emily had recently been fitted for braces on her teeth. Mlle. Benet laughed, and put both hands on Emily's face and asked her to smile. The older woman then began to lick Emily's braces. They both found it oddly sexy and humorous. Mlle. Benet began to fondle Emily's small breasts over her sweat suit. She soon discovered that the 13-year-old was not wearing a bra and so she unzipped the teen's top and tossed it on a nearby chair. Both teenage girls were now topless. Cindy had some of the best tits that the older women had ever seen, but both were impressed with the confidence with which little Emily proudly presented her pink, A-cup breasts and rosy eraser-like nipples. Mlle. Benet practically licked her lips in anticipation. Mlle. Benet dropped to her knees and removed Emily's sweat pants and panties in one quick maneuver as they fell to Emily's ankles. Emily kicked her way out of the clothing as Mlle. Benet began to explore Emily's lightly covered blonde pubic area with her hand while muttering indecipherable words in French. Mlle. Benet opened Emily's nearly-hairless young pussy with both hands and began to lick furiously. Meanwhile, Miss Simmons continued fondling and licking Cindy's breasts as she slowly moved the teen to the King Size hotel bed. Both girls were eventually laid side by side on the large mattress and each had all four limbs tied with silk neckties. Each teen had her wrists tied together over their heads, and their legs were tied wide open. Miss Simmons and Mlle. each attached strap-on dildos and switched teenage partners. Mlle. Benet licked Cindy's breasts and nether regions before penetrating her 15-year-old playmate with the strap-on. The dildo was not adequately lubed, so Cindy asked the older woman to slow down as she was being hurt. This scared little Emily, and she squirmed in her restraints as Miss Simmons prepared to enter her. Miss Simmons had targeted the pretty, blonde 13-year-old for some time, but this would be her first opportunity to close the deal. She had been looking forward to this trip for some weeks. Emily squealed with pain and some fright as the large dildo penetrated her. She had never had anything so large in her young pussy, and she initially felt like the dildo was ripping her in half. Miss Simmons kept up a slow, steady pace, and the pain turned to pleasure very quickly. After each young girl experienced an orgasm, the women switched tie-up partners again. Miss Simmons licked Cindy's pussy before penetrating her with the strap-on dildo. Miss Simmons playfully slapped Cindy's gravity-defying breasts as she built up a rhythm with the black dildo. Mlle. Benet began kissing and biting Emily's little pink nipples. Lying flat, with her hands tied over her hands, the shape of Emily's tiny breasts had all but disappeared, leaving only her erect nipples to give pleasure to the French headmistress. Soon Mlle. Benet's hands began to explore Emily's soft, smooth belly, as they made their way down her young body. Mlle. Benet used two fingers to penetrate the 13-year-old's pussy. "Unh-unh-unh" was heard from Emily as Mlle. fingered her in metronome time. The two women fully explored the bodies of the pretty blonde teens before eventually untying them. Although the girls had not been harmed in any way, they rubbed their wrists and ankles when freed. With the blood having rushed back to their extremities, the two naked blonde teens noticed that Mlle. Benet had focused her attention on Miss Simmons' breasts, and she was licking and kissing them noisily. Seeing this, Cindy massaged one of Emily's small breasts and positioned her head like a baby so that she could suckle one of Cindy's breasts, which Emily did happily. With a free hand, Cindy began to pet and poke the pussy of her 13-year old lover. As Cindy began to devour Emily's pussy, Emily glowed in the realization that a gorgeous girl like Cindy had chosen her over a bevy of other girls to make love to on a regular, almost nightly, basis. Emily vowed to someday introduce the beautiful teen to her amorous stepmother. Cindy brought the 13-year-old to orgasm rather quickly, and Emily asked Cindy to get on her back. Parting Cindy's legs, Emily began to rub her barely pubescent body all over Cindy's maturing one. Firmly ensconced between Cindy's legs, Emily began to thrust deeply at Cindy's pussy from the missionary position. She had been taught that particular technique by Jo. The two older women were charmed to watch the two young teens flailing their bodies together wildly, and building up a sweat. Mlle. Benet tried to insert her hands between the two girls to touch their teenage breasts, while Miss Simmons took the opportunity to approach the 13-year-old from behind, enjoying both smooth, tiny orifices with her skilled, spear-like tongue. The teenage girls eventually had to sneak back to their rooms and get some sleep before their bus ride in the morning back to Eastland. They looked forward to other adventures with other women and girls. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Blair and Jo, although no longer room mates, were more publicly friendly this school year. Blair had Sue Ann back in her arms and in her bed, and Jo was free to test the waters on an off the Eastland campus. It was a glorious spring in Peekskill. At 16, the school had given the girls more personal freedom. Blair would sometimes venture back to Manhattan unannounced on the weekends and stay with her mother or alone. Knowing that Blair's mother would be in London, and that Blair had a key to the family apartment, Jo began to conspire with Blair to take a "bite out of the Big Apple." Blair was intrigued by Jo's experience at the lesbian bar, and begged Jo to escort her to the uptown bar, offering to lend Jo whatever outfit she liked so that both girls would appear older. Blair sealed the bargain when she offered her family apartment if either or both girls "got lucky" that night. Blair and Jo felt like all eyes were on them as they entered the Manhattan bar. They were both wearing sophisticated dresses and heels in an attempt to look older, but Blair's nervousness in particular made it hard to hide the fact that they were jailbait. The pair made it to the bar and Blair sighed deeply, as if she had been holding her breath the entire time. Jo boldly ordered "Two Cosmo's," and the girls were served as requested. Jo told Blair to take just a small sip as they were very powerful. Jo began to talk to the woman to her right. A fortyish attractive blonde woman approached Blair and asked if her she would like a drink. Blair pointed to the untouched cocktail in front of her. The woman shrugged, and went into her pitch and began lightly touching Blair's wrist and said, "You're the prettiest little thing in here tonight." Blair lit up like she always did when receiving a compliment, and said, "Well, aren't you sweet." Blair wasn't really in to older women, but this one was pretty, and it wouldn't hurt to break the ice to talk to someone. "You're pretty young honey," said the older woman to Blair. "Do you go to NYU?" Blair scoffed at the thought of attending a public university and invented a new personae on the spot: "Heavens no. Jo and I go to Vasser." She reached over to Jo and pulled her into the conversation. The woman complimented Blair on a pretty ring that she was wearing, and Blair blew it by saying, "Yes, my father gave it to me last year for my 15th birthday... er, 18th birthday." Jo groaned, and the jig was up. The woman excused herself politely. 16 was O.K. for some, but too young for her. Jo smacked Blair on her arm. "I wouldn't have fucked her anyway," retorted Blair. "Did you see her tits?" asked Jo. "She was pretty foxy." "There are more fish in the ocean," Blair assured Jo. "I'll just walk around for a minute, and they'll be lining up for us." Sure to her word, "the old Blair charm" worked its magic, and soon there was a bevy of women of all ages, and shapes and sizes lining up to talk to the Eastland teens. Jo had reluctantly agreed to the cover story that they were two girls from Vasser in town for the weekend. Several older women approached the pair, but Blair had her standards, and was interested in meeting younger girls. Jo was getting annoyed. She simply wanted to have sex with someone new and interesting. At last they were approached by two pretty, college-age girls. One instantly made a beeline for Blair. She had similarly feathered blonde hair, and Blair thought the girl looked a lot like Heather Locklear from Dynasty. Her friend was Asian and bolder, she put an arm tantalizingly around Jo's waist in an attempt to chat her up with a drink. The blonde introduced herself as Tammi Drysdale, and her friend was Mizu Osaka. Tammi said that they were both friends and students at NYU. Mizu was from Japan. Blair said that she and Jo were students at Vasser. Tammi all but rolled her eyes. She knew a couple of high school girls when she saw them. However, Tammi didn't want to blow things before they got started. Mizu and Tammi were out to get laid that night, and a couple of little high school girls would do just fine. Tammi figured out very quickly that the way into Blair's panties was through flattery. Tammi laid it on thickly: Blair was the prettiest "woman" in the building. Blair must be a model because she was so pretty. Blair must be a junior or senior at Vasser because she looked so mature. Mizu didn't have to work so hard on Jo. She was petite and pretty, and Jo wanted to fuck someone that night, and not have it be Blair again. Tammi was wearing a pair of designer jeans and a very sheer, see-through top which allowed everyone to see her small, but very perky young breasts. Mizu was wearing a pink mini-dress that was so short that she had to keep pulling it down, lest her ass hang out. Tammi asked Blair to dance to a slow song. Blair turned to Jo and Mizu to excuse herself, and found the two making out with darting tongues. Tammi led during the slow dance, and did her best to mash her small breasts into Blair's much larger ones. In the cab ride to the Warner's luxury apartment, Blair reluctantly sat in the front with the driver. Tammi, Jo, and MIzu sat in the backseat. Jo was smiling as she placed her hand beneath Mizu's mini-dress, and tried to discreetly rub Mizu's pussy all the way to mid-town Manhattan. The NYU girls were awestruck as the cab pulled up to Blair's high-rise home. Blair was familiar with the doorman and said hello. Blair offered no outward display of affection to Tammi as they entered the building. She hoped to play it off as a typical group of school friends simply spending the night in town. The NYU girls were further dumbstruck by the opulence of the Warner home. Mizu was an art major, and recognized some of the original works of art on the walls. Meanwhile, Jo was struggling to pull Mizu's tight mini-dress over her head. Finally succeeding, Jo squeezed Mizu's little breasts and pinched her nipples. Mizu covered her mouth to cover her giggle. Blair and Jo had previously decided that if they met any girls at the lesbian bar, Jo would use Blair's room and Blair would use her mother's room. Blair did not consider her mother a sexual being, and in fact, didn't really want to think about the subject, or why one petite woman would need such a large bed. Blair would be very surprised and upset to learn that Jo had spent a night in the bad with mother during her long, boring summer vacation. But that's another story. Jo was furiously removing her clothing as she led Mizu to Blair's bedroom. In Jo's mind it was poufy and ghastly, in all sorts of frills and shades of pink. Mizu looked around mesmerized as Jo removed Mizu's pink panties in one quick motion. Jo jumped on the bed as if it were a trampoline. Mizu did likewise, and both girls began to laugh. Blair was bored with the wham-bam sex that she was having with the Eastland girls, particularly Jo. Blair announced to Tammi that she wanted to be romanced, and she removed herself to powder room to put on a negligee. She offered one to Tammi as well. Tammi shrugged. She'd play along. She'd gone this far. She didn't want to leave without some teenage pussy. Blair eventually emerged wearing a beautiful, black, sheer, designer negligee. It was completely see-through if the light hit it right, and Tammi could clearly see Blair's large breasts and a dark patch between her legs. Tammi had put on the baby blue teddy that Blair had handed her. It too was see-through, revealing her small, pointy breasts. Tammi had opted to keep her little bikini panties on. They met in the middle of the room and gazed into each others eyes. Tammi was getting good on picking up on Blair's fantasies and following along. The two girls hugged in their evening wear and swayed together in the middle of the room. Blair said, "I have so longed for some sophisticated company," and kissed Tammi longingly on the lips. As they moved to the foot of the bed they continued romantically kissing. Blair began to untie Tammi's teddy, revealing her small, conical breasts. Tammi raised herself slightly and removed the teddy, placing it carefully on a nearly ottoman. Tammy gracefully took one of Blair's hands and placed it on her panties and she gave Blair a gentle kiss. Blair stood up and asked Tammi to help her untie and remove her floor-length negligee. As it fell to the ground, Tammi couldn't take her eyes off of Blair's large, full breasts. Tammi removed her small panties, and looked longingly into Blair's eyes. With a simple nod from Blair, Tammi began to kiss and lick Blair's tan breasts. Now naked, Blair though Tammi looked every bit what she thought Heather Locklear would look like naked. Tammi wondered if she had underestimated Blair and Jo's ages. 16 or 17 year-old girls rarely had breasts as big and beautiful as Blair's. Blair allowed herself to be led to the bed. Blair laid flat, and raised her knees. Taking the hint, Tammi rubbed her breasts along Blair's inner thighs, eliciting a moan from the Eastland teen. Tammi then began to kiss Blair's inner thighs. If it was romance Blair wanted, it was romance Blair would get. Tammi carefully brought her body between between Blair's raised legs. Kissing Blair's soft abdomen, Tammi worked her way to Blair's full, dark bush. Tammi kissed the slit once, and then began to gently prod and manipulate it with her fingers, much to Blair's vocal, apparent satisfaction. With Blair sufficiently wet and anticipatory, Tammi began to lick Blair's pussy with long, slow strokes. Sex with her peers had usually been sloppy and rushed, so Blair practically melted as Tammi seductively ate Blair's 16-year-old, untrimmed pussy. Blair's legs quivered with slow, measured lick. Increasing her speed and confining her stroke, Tammi lifted Blair's legs over her shoulders. Blair's pussy and asshole were now raised upright, as Tammi darted her tongue between both with sword-like precision. Blair's screaming orgasm could be heard by Jo and Mizu in the nearby bedroom. Both looked at each other and laughed. Meanwhile, Mizu and Jo, unsure of where to start, had engaged in the 69 position with little Mizu on top. The girls were eagerly lapping away while attempting to get a feel of the flesh of the other. With neither having much in the way of tits, not much time was spent there. Mizu had been a gymnast as a youth, and she demonstrated all sort of acrobatic sex positions with a very willing 16-year-old Jo. Jo had attached her strap-on, and Mizu was happily taking it from behind while Jo was gently pulling on her long black hair, and slapping her ass playfully. It was Tammi's turn, and she wanted the pretty, teenage blonde to eat her out. Satisfied with her own explosive orgasm, Blair wanted to selfishly cuddle and kiss. Tammi got up from the bed and announced, "I'm going to see what the others are up to." Walking gloriously out of the room, Blair took note of Tammi's slender features, and tight little ass as it jiggled out of the bedroom door. Jo was semi-upright on her elbows when Tammi entered the room. Mizu was in the process of trying to stick her entire fist into Jo's pussy. They had made a bet that it wasn't possible. Standing at the foot of the bed, Tammi reached over and put her hand between Mizu's legs. Jo looked hard at the completely naked blonde, Tammi. She was even prettier than Jo had imagined. Suddenly Jo had a revelation, "I know who you look like, Heather Locklear!" Now Jo wanted a piece of Tammi too. Seeing the hunger in Jo's eyes, Tammi asked, "Do you guys want to play in our room?" Jo and Mizu sprang up from the bed. Mizu ran gleefully into the other room. Jo stepped behind Tammi and gently grabbed both of her breasts with her hands, and rubbed her pubes into Tammi's firm backside. Tammi reached around to kiss Jo. "I didn't think we'd have a foursome tonight," Tammi said happily. Blair seemed surprised and a little unhappy when all three naked girls began climbing on her mother's bed. Mizu was seeing Blair's naked breasts for the first time as they jiggled from side to side as she made room for the other. "Mama mia," Mizu cried as she jumped on the bed putting one of Blair's boobs in her mouth, and rubbing and kneading the other with her hand. Jo looked at hers and Tammi's small tits and said, "Well, I guess ours weren't good enough for her. But they look pretty good to me," and Jo began to lick and suckle Tammi's college-age boobs. Soon they both had their fingers in the others snatch. Every possible sexual position and combination was used that night. The night ended with the Blair in the unusual position of having her head between Jo's legs. The four girls eventually fell asleep with their bodies entangled. The girls exchanged phone numbers in the morning. Blair and Jo had to give phony numbers as they couldn't have their NYU lesbian lovers phone their homes, or God forbid, Eastland. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Summer was just around the corner, and the Eastland girls would go their separate ways until September. Blair would likely go to some exotic foreign land with one of her parents. Sue Ann would undoubtedly travel back to her Kansas farm home, and Jo would return to the turmoil and uncertainly of the Bronx. Stay tuned. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Please support this wonderful site.