1. Lays of St Trinian's: chapter 4


    Date: 9/10/2019, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Pixie_Hoffmann, Source: LushStories

    'Hoffy, what the fuck is all this crap about your panties being on display in the Prefects' Common Room. Have been slutting around again, you slag.' How like Miss Susie to couch things in the earthy language of her Irish roots. As ever, I was struck by the humour she brought to analyse the signs of the times. I still laugh at her comment that the American President wouldn't have stood a chance in Ireland with a name that also meant fart. 'Still,' she had said, 'he's full of hot air, and a turd to boot, so it would have been appropriate.' Such humour. Fortunately, Mons, my devoted companion, our splendid English teacher, had warned me that Miss Susie might make light of the fact that my knickers had ended up in the hands of the Head Girl, the fragrant Rebecca, Queen of Hearts. In fact, as I tried to explain to Miss Susie, originally they had been on her person, as she had needed to be photographed in regulation knickers, and she had simply gone back to her room in them. 'Well what the fuck were you wearing, Hoffy?' 'Nothing, Miss Susie, I thought you would prefer Rebecca's thong unadulterated.' 'Fuck me Hoffy, but you are a considerate flat-chested midget. What are you waiting for, I said fuck me.' I was on my knees in a flash, and approaching her open thighs, saw she had trimmed her pussy hair, which was a nice touch. I drew closer, offering her little licks which gently pushed her clit upward, allowing my lips to fasten onto it and draw it between them, my tongue ...
    feathering its hood, which slipped back under the assault. 'Fuck Hoffy, you are the best cunt-lapper in the school.' 'Thank you, Miss Susie,' I muttered into her cunt, looking up at her with love. She said the sweetest things to me. My broad tongue lapped her slit, delving between her petals, dipping in to lick out some of her sweet gooey juices. I was amazed that she was at that stage so quickly, until I recalled that I had met Mel coming from her office. Our Rhodes scholar Canadian student had already made a big impact on me, and on Miss Susie, clearly. As my tongue circled round her slit, sliding wetly from her perineum round the whole of her left lip, up, flicking the clit, before tracing its way along her right lip, at which I tugged, Miss Susie let out one of her throaty, husky moans; that always made me feel damp. I responded to her gift by redoubling my efforts, licking much faster. She was so dripping wet that I could not resist exploring her further, curling two fingers in, which made her groan more loudly. There was a knock on the door. 'Are you alright Miss Susie?' Miss Cummington, her secretary, had popped her head around the door. 'It's just that Emm needed to see you.' She seemed quite unfazed to see the Deputy Head on her knees eating the Headmistress out. 'Send her in Cummers,' Susie growled. My tongue lapped furiously, before my mouth settled on her clit and began to suck it. 'Oh fuck, sorry Miss Susie, bad timing eh?' She giggled. 'Get your arse over here you fuck ...
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