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Lesbian Schoolgirl Sluts... (F/ffff, MC, FDom, bd, 
exhib, span, toys, latex)
By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)
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 blouse, caressing her 
breasts. She was red-faced and panting. 
Angie was interesting. She was standing up, was looking 
at the other girls, had unbuttoned her blouse, pushed 
her bra down, and was pulling on her cherry-red 
nipples, quite hard, it seemed.
Marianne wondered if she should join in. She had 
dressed for the occasion, underneath anyway, but she 
didn't want to break the spell. That was until Angie 
loOKed over at her and said, "Miss Lovejoy, is it all 
right for these sluts to be carrying on like this?" 
whilst staring at Dianna and Liz.
Marianne's heart leapt. This was all she'd imagined. It 
was the first time she'd had more than one girl to work 
on, and she didn't know if it would be successful. She 
felt pride in her abilities, but, at the moment, above 
all she felt horny. 
She glanced at Angie and said, "No. Pull them apart. 
Now!"
Angie left her nipples alone and went over to Dianna 
and Liz. She bodily lifted Dianna off Liz's lap and 
dropped her back on her chair.  Dianna, to Marianne's 
glee, looked both disappointed and, more importantly, 
guilty. Something she could exploit. She peered at 
Becky. She still had her hands down her panties and in 
her blouse, but she had stopped moving. She was gazing 
wide-eyed at Marianne.
Good, thought Marianne. We have an hour left. 
"Right, my sluts," she said. "Watch me!"
She carefully unbuttoned her dark blouse exposing a 
latex bra with cut-outs for her nipples which were 
already swollen with lust. As she toOK her blouse off, 
she pushed her breasts forward and watched four sets of 
hungry eyes devour her. She felt her juices flood the 
latex panties she was wearing, but she had no intention 
of hurrying. Anyway, the next step would be 
interesting.
She pulled her chair in front of the desk and sat down, 
perching forward on the edge.
"Becky, come here and take my shoes off."
Becky got up, removed her hands from her clothes, and a 
little unsteadily, walked forward. 
She started to bend, when Marianne said, "On your 
knees, slut!" She thought she'd wait and see what her 
reaction was, but to Marianne's delight Becky 
immediately dropped to her knees and carefully removed 
Marianne's shoes.  Marianne widened her legs so that 
Becky could see the beginnings of the dark vee where 
her legs met. She watched as Becky was drawn to the 
view up her skirt. Then Becky's hand began to move up 
her own skirt again.
"No!" said Marianne. 
Becky glanced up. "No, Miss Lovejoy?"
"No, slut!" 
Becky obeyed.
"Dianna, Liz, come here!"  They both got up and came 
across.
"Both of you kneel, and remove my stockings - one 
each."
All the time, Marianne saw Angie was smiling. And she 
just stayed where she was ready to be commanded. She 
might have been more difficult, thought Marianne, but 
it's been worth the effort.
Dianna and Liz knelt and their hands slid up her legs 
and then her thighs. She loved the feel of their hands 
as they searched for the catches on her suspender belt. 
She felt the slickness in her latex panties as they 
slid over her cunt as she moved, lubricated by the 
copious juice. The two girls pushed her stockings down, 
the silk sliding against her legs, caressing her skin 
with a light touch, making the fire inside her roar.
She stood up. "Angie, come and remove my skirt."  
Angie walked over confidently, still with a smile on 
her luscious lips, and went behind Marianne.  She undid 
the button and the zipper. The skirt whispered to the 
ground, falling in a neat pool at her feet. She loOKed 
at Angie. Angie got on her knees and lifted first one 
ankle, and then the next, pulled her skirt away, and 
folding it carefully, put it on her desk.
Marianne quickly removed her suspender belt and placed 
that too on the desk.  Then she went to her briefcase 
and pulled out a small flogger. Nothing too scary, a 
small one with a dildo handle and short latex straps. 
Then she turned and loOKed at the girls. They were 
staring at her in her latex bra and panties, and at the 
flogger in her hand. Now the real fun would begin, she 
thought jubilantly.
(3) Composition
"Becky, Dianna, Liz, you were all pleasuring yourselves 
without permission. Especially you two, Dianna and Liz, 
who were pleasuring each other," said Marianne, 
conveniently ignoring what Angie was doing, but she had 
plans for that girl.
"Liz and Dianna - get a chair each. Stand behind it 
facing the seat.  Good. Now stand with your legs as 
wide as the chair legs. Good girls."
"Angie, come to me."
Marianne bent over and reached into her briefcase again 
and pulled out a couple of pairs of ankle straps. Becky 
and Angie's eyes almost popped out as they saw the 
latex stretch tightly across her arse, and watched the 
strain on the latex bra as she leant over, outlining 
her hard nipples.
Marianne passed the ankle straps to Angie and whispered 
to her and then gave her the flogger.
Marianne ogled the outstretched arses of Liz and 
Dianna, tightly outlined by their skirts and licked her 
lips. 
"Liz and Dianna, you are to do whatever Angie tells you 
until I say otherwise. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Lovejoy," they both said.
" 'Miss' will do nicely," said Marianne. A duet of Yes, 
Misses was forthcoming, and Marianne turned to Becky.
"You need to be punished too, don't you?"
Becky loOKed sheepish and nodded. "Yes, Miss."
Marianne went and sat on her chair again.
"Drape yourself over my lap then girl, and be quick 
about it!"
Once Becky was over her lap she glanced up at Angie and 
saw she was ready and waiting for Marianne to give the 
word.  Liz and Dianna now had their ankles strapped to 
the chair legs and were bent over facing Marianne. 
Angie had flipped up their skirts and pulled down their 
panties, giving Marianne the first sight of their 
delicious arses and cunts.  She was looking forward to 
tasting them. But not today. Today she was going to 
reinforce her hold over them as their 'Mistress'.
She glanced down at the delightful Becky on her lap, 
and pulled up Becky's skirt. Then she grasped the 
waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down, 
revelling in the exposure of the smooth, firm flesh she 
was displaying.  
She looked at Angie and nodded. She'd told her she 
wanted those bottoms to have a nice warm glow, a 
blushing pink, and trusted that Angie would obey her.  
As Angie started swishing the flogger, first on Dianna, 
then on Liz, Marianne slowly began spanking Becky.  
Becky didn't even cry out, and Marianne knew why. Part 
of her pleasure was being able to feel what her sub was 
feeling, inserting tendrils into their minds and 
absorbing the rush of emotion and pleasure.  She knew 
that Becky was beginning to enjoy what was happening to 
her. Marianne caught the rush of humiliation at being 
displayed like this, and the guilty joy Becky felt at 
the enjoyment she got from it.
And, as she spanked ever harder, her hands finally 
leaving feint outlines on the juicy cheeks displayed 
before her, she felt the onrush of sexual excitement 
Becky was getting. Marianne congratulated herself on 
her conclusion about Becky's make-up. Oh, it was easy 
enough to get into their minds, but she still had 
trouble reading their deepest, darkest thoughts. Her 
intuition never seemed to let her down though.
Marianne could feel the wetness on her leg starting to 
suffuse from Becky's cunt and stopped spanking for a 
moment. She moved her hand between Becky's legs and 
stroked her now swollen cunt lips, sliding her middle 
finger through the groove, and then pushing it into 
Becky. She pistoned the finger slowly in and out, 
noting Becky's rising heat, and feeling how close she 
was getting to orgasm.
Marianne so enjoyed this. She had the pleasure of her 
own feelings, plus the pleasure anyone else was 
receiving round her - whenever she cared to listen in. 
While she continued, she tuned in to Dianna and Liz, 
and saw that they too were aroused by what Angie was 
doing. Angie herself was wallowing in her role, and 
Marianne could feel she was really on heat.
Marianne was determined to make this memorable for the 
girls. Something they would think and dream about, 
something they would masturbate to. She had planted the 
suggestions, unlocked their deepest desires, and 
pointed them in the right direction, but the rest had 
to come from them.  
She nodded again at Angie, and Angie stopped flogging 
the other two. She got on her knees behind Liz and 
started licking and sucking her cunt while her right 
hand began strOKing Dianna's cunt. Marianne paused a 
little longer to feel their orgasms rising while 
keeping a tendril of her mind attached to Becky.
Satisfied that Angie would make them come soon, she 
turned her attention back to Becky. She was going to 
keep her in a state just below her peak until Angie had 
finished. 
She went back to slowly slapping Becky's rounded arse, 
until the moans of completion came from Dianna and Liz. 
Now, Angie got up, and turned Dianna and Liz round in 
turn, still leaving them with their ankles tied, but 
facing Becky and Marianne. Angie stood beside them, 
flogger in hand.
Marianne, knowing how it would affect Becky, whispered 
to her, "Look. See how your fiends are watching your 
punishment." Becky's head came up enough to see. 
Marianne felt the rush of excitement that surged 
through Becky. Now for Becky's finale, she thought.  
She waved Angie over and whispered to her again. As 
Marianne began spanking Becky hard, Angie stood behind 
her and inserted the flogger handle into Becky's 
sopping-wet cunt, speeding it in and out of her. 
As Becky came, she came in Marianne's head as well, all 
the feelings and emotions rushing through, one atop 
another, the gasps and moans really nothing compared to 
the feelings she was getting inside her head.  Marianne 
almost came herself then. But she stopped herself - 
just. She had one more little thing to do.
When Becky's body had stopped twitching, Marianne 
gently lifted her off her lap and laid her on the floor 
on her back.  Marianne whispered again to Angie. Angie 
went to Marianne's briefcase and came back with a 
vibrator.
Marianne stared at the girls.  
"Now as a reward, I'm going to let Angie make me come. 
At the same time, Angie will get a reward of her own."
Angie went over to Becky and moved her so that her head 
was on the floor in front of Marianne. Then she reached 
up her skirt, pulled down her panties and threw them on 
the desk. Carefully, she stood with her feet on either 
side of Becky's head and positioned herself so she was 
kneeling over her. Then, she lowered her cunt onto 
Becky's face, and settled there. Marianne could see 
from the expression of delight on Angie's face that 
Becky knew exactly what to do.
Angie leaned slightly forward, turned on the vibrator, 
which she had kept hold of, and started to play it over 
the tightly stretched latex where it outlined 
Marianne's cunt lips.
Marianne was in heaven. She was getting the feelings 
from the vibrator racing up her spine and exploding 
like small stars in her head, and, at the same time, 
she could, in her mind, feel Becky's tongue on Angie's 
cunt. She held back and held back excited as she was, 
until she knew Angie was about to come and then she let 
herself go at the same moment that Angie came.
The dual explosions in her head were what she had 
become addicted too. She was no longer content to have 
just her own orgasm; she had to have someone else's 
too. The feelings were indescribable. Sometimes she 
thought she'd lose her sanity as her brain was 
assaulted from two sides with the delicious, glorious 
enjoyment that was so, so intense.
As she came down off the explosive high she had just 
received, her eyes slowly focused to see Angie slumped 
between her legs, the kneeling Becky, who had risen 
from her position on the floor, her face slick and 
shiny, and Dianna and Liz, staring, mouths agape and 
flushed with exhilaration. 
Getting herself together, Marianne had a couple more 
things to do. She told Becky to go and undo the girls, 
put the straps back in her briefcase, and for all three 
to come and kneel in front of her. 
She lifted Angie's head and addressed all four.
"I know you've all enjoyed yourselves, and now you have 
a mixture of emotions. But we have a whole year to 
enjoy ourselves, and soon it won't just be at tutorial 
time. I know you'd all like that, wouldn't you?"
Marianne smiled inside as a chorus of "Yes, Miss" came 
from the girls.
"One more thing to learn today. Angie, put your head 
between my legs and inhale deeply."
Marianne knew that the intoxicating smell of her come 
and the latex would excite them all again.
"Now, each one of you in turn."
Liz was next, then Dianna, then Marianne's personal 
favourite, Becky. They all took deep breaths, inhaling 
the mixture of scents.
"That girls," said Marianne, "is the sweet smell of 
sex. Remember it. Whenever you smell that scent you 
will become aroused."
As she told them, she went into each one's mind in 
turn. She saw that she had done well. They all 
implicitly accepted what she was saying.
"Now girls, we have seven or so minutes left. Quickly, 
get yourselves presentable again and we will finish 
with our usual relaxation session."
(4) Final Copy
Marianne hurriedly dressed and the girls straightened 
their clothing and put their panties back on. All the 
chairs were put back and the girls closed their eyes, 
thinking of that warm, sunny place again. 
Marianne carefully went into their minds and made sure 
they were all happy and relaxed and that they would not 
be talking about this session, except amongst 
themselves for the first time. She had never rescinded 
the order that they should obey Angie, and she hoped 
they would have some of their own adventures together 
whilst she arranged some more entertaining diversions 
away from the school.
After the time was up, she told them to go home and 
that their next essay assignment would be on the theme 
of dreams. As always, it was up to them what they wrote 
about. Marianne hoped for some more hot bedtime 
reading.
The girls left, giggling amongst themselves, and 
Marianne relaxed.  It was always hard to start with, 
and she felt quite washed out.  She knew though, that 
in the future she wouldn't have to use her 'mind touch' 
much at all. The girls were primed and ready, and this 
afternoon they had begun to go off.  
Marianne smiled. 
She was looking forward to the rest of the year - with 
these four she knew it was going to be a most 
stimulating one.
To be continued...?
Well, I will do if enough people mail me and tell me 
they're interested <g>. So if you liked it mail me. And 
if you have any ideas' or anything else you might like 
to see - well, I can't promise anything, but I will 
listen:)
You can contact Hecate at hecate@newsguy.com
More Hecate stories at
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