"Mr. Hopkins, how would you like to be in charge of disciplining eight young women?" As might be expected, the highly unusual question was asked with a blush and nervous giggle.
When Frank heard that particular question addressed to him from one of the two young women seated across from him, he knew that the unusual plan he and Elizabeth had worked out was starting to pay dividends. In accordance with his instructions, Elizabeth had arranged to move into the apartment shared by the seven other girls. Frank himself had taken an apartment one floor above them in the same building, where he had spent the last few days discreetly keeping an eye on the girls in the hope that he might detect some sign of Erica.
"That's a rather unusual question, I must say," he replied, pretending to be surprised.
As he spoke he avoided looking directly at Elizabeth, who was blushing and looking nearly as flustered as her companion. Instead, he looked directly at the other girl, a platinum-blonde whose name was Donna Gibson. She appeared to be in her late-twenties, and her form-fitting sweater and slacks revealed a promising figure that merited attention.
According to Elizabeth, Donna was more or less the ringleader among the girls, and he was therefore not surprised by her presence.
"Well, when eight girls share an apartment, things can become a real mess," Donna explained. "Chores don't get done, clothes get borrowed without permission, phone messages get lost, and so on. And there's the manpower shortage, which means that there is open competition for any eligible male who shows up."
Unseen by Donna, Frank winked knowingly at Elizabeth as he listened to the expected recitation. Seated across from him, Elizabeth had crossed her pretty legs to display an amount of nylon apparently calculated to remind him of their liaison a few evenings ago.
"So, last night we all held a council of war," Donna continued. "We laid down some rules and agreed that violators were to be punished by spankings." A pretty blush spread over her face as she finished the sentence.
The other two exchanged knowing glances. Frank, of course, knew that it had been Elizabeth who had suggested the spanking plan. Young Erica Schmidt might dye her hair and have plastic surgery on her face, but there was no way that she was going to change the lush contours in that beautiful ass of hers! Frank had devised the spanking scheme for the express purpose of identifying Erica, but there was no doubt that he was going to have a great deal of enjoyment in carrying it out. And, after the war, it would be quite amusing to tell the story of the eight young American gals who got their bums burned for Old Glory!
"A rather novel idea, I must say," Frank interjected, smiling at his blushing visitor. "And I gather you want me to administer the discipline!" He spoke in a deliberately underkeyed fashion.
"Well, if you don't mind," Donna replied.
Frank's eyebrows came up at that innocent remark. Apparently his attractive guest did not grasp the true nature of spanking, and what it was really all about. Well, she'd learn!
"You see, we wanted an outsider to do the job," Donna went on. "No girl would dish out a really effective spanking because she'd be too afraid of retaliation."
"I understand," Frank told her. "By sheer coincidence, it so happens that I have some unique qualifications for that sort of thing.
He proceeded to tell them in some detail of his duties as headmaster of an English girls' school before the war. Elizabeth, who had only a sketchy idea of his background, sat as wide-eyed and attentive as her companion as he told them of the strict discipline administered to the pupils, even those in their late-teens. Obviously unfamiliar with such practices, they listened with fascination as he told them about the standard practice of requiring girls to bend over while their uniform skirts were raised, their panties lowered, and six or more cuts of the cane applied to their completely bare buttocks. From the way both young women squirmed in their seats, Frank could see that both of them could just feel one of those whippy canes being applied to their unclad posteriors.
"Well, I suppose a cane would be too severe for your tender American bottoms," he remarked with an amused laugh.
"Yes!" both girls agreed in unison.
Frank shrugged to indicate that it wasn't all that important. "I can just use my hand, of course," he told them. "That can be quite effective, too."
"Yes, I'm sure it can!" Donna rather breathlessly agreed. It was clear that she was quite intrigued to be talking to a man who had experience in disciplining the opposite sex.
"However, I do think there should be some sort of ceremony," Frank explained. "Otherwise, the atmosphere would be too much like a birthday party spanking, and the girl wouldn't think of it as punishment."
"That makes sense," Elizabeth supported him. The attractive brunette had allowed her skirt to ride up to give him a full glimpse of the two wide bands at the top of her stockings and a fleeting glimpse of bare white thigh.
"Well, what do you mean?" Donna asked, obviously curious.
"Well, for example," Frank said, pretending to improvise, although he had thought it all through beforehand. "A schoolgirl-type uniform, something to give the impression that she's a big girl being treated like a little girl. White blouse, short pleated black jumper, but worn with nylons and high heels. Pigtails, perhaps."
"Nylons are hard to get these days," Donna objected.
"We can manage," Elizabeth said.
"And perhaps the victim should stand in the corner before and after the spanking," Frank added. "However, we can work out all those details.
Now, perhaps, you two would like to join me in a drink."
"I can't. I have to run," Donna told him.
"I'd be happy to!" Elizabeth replied, flashing him a knowing smile and swinging one pretty leg back and forth as she spoke.
When Donna had departed, Frank poured them each a drink and once again sat down across from his attractive visitor.
"Well, does any of the girls resemble your little Nazi girlfriend?"
Elizabeth asked.
"There are only two of them who could be her," Frank said. "The others are wrong for one reason or another."
"That's funny," Elizabeth told him. "I thought you'd say all seven of them resembled her, just so you could spank all seven of them."
Frank laughed. "I'll admit that that fiendish thought did occur to me," he admitted. "And I'll wager that I wind up spanking all eight of you, anyway!"
Elizabeth laughed, as though the idea were totally preposterous. "That's absurd," she told him.
"But you don't understand how much girls like to see other girls punished," he explained. "Once one or two of them have gotten it, they'll want a couple of more to get it and so on. It'll be contagious!"
From the look on her face, he could tell that she agreed he had a point.
"You better not spank me!" she told him archly.
"Since you're the one who suggested the spanking idea to the girls in the first place, I'm sure there's no way on earth we'll be able to save that priceless bottom of yours!" Frank told her with a laugh.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it!" Elizabeth replied.
"Now, tell me what you've found out," Frank said. "Any clues, suggestions, hints. Anything."
Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, obviously embarrassed to bring up whatever was on her mind. "You said Erica had Lesbian tendencies," she remarked, her eyes lowered.
"Well, well," Frank exclaimed, registering surprise. "Well, go ahead and tell me about it."
"One of the girls is a Lesbian," Elizabeth told him, looking quite shamefaced as she spoke. "She and I had, uh… uh a session together!"
"Which one?" Frank asked, leaning forward with obvious interest.
"Jean Wright," Elizabeth said. "Is she one of your suspects?"
"Yes," Frank replied. "Well, go ahead and tell me about it."
Elizabeth looked quite embarrassed. "Please, let's spare the details," she demurred.
"No, I have to know," Frank insisted. "Some little clue that you might not think important might make all the difference."
With considerable embarrassment, Elizabeth began recounting her story.
"It was late…" she began.
The apartment that the eight girls were sharing had been partitioned off into two main rooms. The rear room served as a dormitory where all the girls slept on various beds and cots. The front room served as a combination living and dining room. Unable to sleep one evening, Elizabeth had gotten up from her cot and gone into the front room for a cigarette. It was a warm evening, and she was wearing light summer pajamas, through which the outline of her full figure was easily discernible.
Thinking that all of the other girls were asleep, she was visibly startled when she heard the sound of a key turning in the front door.
Before she could react, however, the door opened and in popped Jean.
"Hi!" Jean exclaimed, flashing a smile at her new roommate. She spoke in a semi-whisper to avoid disturbing the other girls.
"Where have you been?" Elizabeth asked with some surprise, also speaking in a low voice. "It must be two o'clock."
"Looking for some action," Jean replied, sitting down beside her on the couch. "Can I have a cigarette? I hate to bum one when you have to stand in line all day for a pack, but I really need one."
"Okay," Elizabeth replied, handing her a cigarette. As she did so, she discreetly looked over her attractive roommate. Jean was a full-figured young woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. She had jet-black hair with darkly expressive blue eyes that seemed constantly in motion, as if she were searching for something. She had seated herself quite carelessly, allowing her dark skirt to ride up over the tops of her tightly suspendered dark brown stockings. "And how was the night life tonight?" Elizabeth asked.
"Rotten," Jean spoke with a discouraged sigh. "I got picked up by some overworked young lawyer who works for OPA, but he couldn't keep it up despite my valiant efforts." As she spoke, she kept darting glances at her roommate, as if trying to discern what reaction she might provoke.
"Honestly, sometimes I think men are a complete waste of time!"
It might have been just an idle remark, but Elizabeth could sense an invitation in Jean's eyes as she spoke. It was a distinctly uncomfortable moment for Elizabeth. She had never had the slightest Lesbian contact in her life, and had always considered the idea of sex between girls as highly repugnant. Moreover, she didn't have the foggiest idea of how to proceed, although she knew that it was her duty to do so.
"Those are very nice stockings, Jean," she remarked. "I envy you. I'm down to my last pair."
"They are nice. Look at them!" Jean replied, pulling her skirt back well over her stocking tops and extending her shapely legs in a straight line to give Elizabeth a complete view of her attractive, nylon-clad legs.
"Here, feel them and see how sheer they are!"
Elizabeth could feel her heart pounding rapidly as she accepted the invitation. Running her hand over the darker band at the top of Jean's right stocking, she allowed her fingers to brush against the young woman's smooth, warm bare thigh. It was immediately evident that the intimate contact was thrillingly disconcerting to her young roommate. A pretty flush appeared immediately on Jean's face and she squirmed girlishly in her seat.
"Perhaps I'd better get undressed out here where I won't wake the other girls," Jean said, her eyes directed at her roommate in a searching manner. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all?" Elizabeth replied, although she could not refrain from gulping noticeably.
Crossing first one pretty leg and then the other to unfasten and then remove her elegant high heeled sandals, Jean unsnapped her nylons from her black garter belt. She rolled them down and removed them with infinite care to avoid causing any runs in them. As the black hose departed to reveal milk-white flesh, Elizabeth told herself that she must not look. She had already observed enough to conclude that Jean possessed strong Lesbian tendencies, and that was all she really needed to know.
Minus her shoes and stockings, Jean quickly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it to reveal feminine curves outlined in a white brassiere and light, highly embroidered slip. Standing up, she undid her skirt and quickly stepped out of it to reveal the full length of her attractive slip.
"Just think," she mused, "I wear all these nice undies and my date can't even get his erector set working!"
As she began pulling the slip off over her head, Elizabeth kept telling herself that she must not watch. But, try as she might, she could not avoid watching intently as the slip came off to reveal Jean's lush young body attired only in bra, white panties and garter belt. From her vantage point, she could clearly see the fleecy triangle under the wispy panties, and could feel her blood beginning to race. Her face felt hot and she could not refrain from squirming in her seat.
"What's the matter, Liz?" Jean asked in an apparently innocent voice as she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. "You look as if you were upset about something."
"It's nothing," Elizabeth managed to reply, although her voice betrayed her underlying turmoil.
Jean casually removed her brassiere and made no attempt to conceal her full ripe breasts. Although she kept telling herself not to do so, Elizabeth could not tear her eyes away from those two plump, jouncing mounds with their saucy pink tips. She was a little dismayed and considerably disturbed at the stimulating effect that another girl's body was having on her.
As if she were deliberately flaunting her feminine charms in front of her, Jean quickly stripped down her panties and tossed them aside.
Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the swollen pink valley nestled in the fluffy triangle of light-brown hair. As Jean removed her garter belt, she seemed quite aware that her attractive roommate was gazing at her in a highly intent fashion.
"Look at me, Liz!" Jean spoke quietly but confidently. "Look at me and then tell me you're not interested!!"
Elizabeth gulped and found herself swallowing quite hard. Her face was a pretty crimson as she gazed at her roommate's inviting breasts and glistening pubic curls. "Please, Jean," Elizabeth heard herself protesting in an embarrassed voice. "I wouldn't have the vaguest idea what to do with another girl!"
Jean smiled quietly at her and motioned for her to stand up. "Don't worry! I'll show you!" she promised.
Feeling as if she were being propelled by forces beyond her control, Elizabeth stood up. The two of them embraced and Jean kissed her firmly on the mouth. Through her thin pajamas, she could feel Jean's full breasts brushing against her own ripe mounds. The sudden experience of nipple meeting nipple sent electric shivers racing through her body, and she felt herself excitedly returning Jean's kiss. Their mouths came open and feminine tongues coiled around one another in a deep Lesbian kiss.
She could feel Jean's fingers unbuttoning her pajama tops, and in a moment their bare breasts were in contact. Elizabeth sighed ardently and could feel ice cold chills racing up and down her back.
"The other girls will hear us!" Elizabeth warned her.
"No, they won't. They're all asleep," Jean replied, pushing her back toward the couch.
Jean was taking charge of the proceedings, and Elizabeth was content to allow her to do so. Gently pushed backward by her companion, Elizabeth stretched out supine on the couch. Jean knelt on the floor at her side and quickly removed her pajama pants for her. Blushing deeply, Elizabeth felt pleasantly lightheaded and giddy with her worshipful feminine partner kneeling before her, her expressive eyes drinking in everything.
"You have such beautiful breasts, Liz!" Jean told her in an admiring voice. The shapely young woman quickly leaned forward and kissed one pink nipple lightly, allowing her lips to linger for a moment.
"Ooooohhhh!" Elizabeth panted, her voice reflecting a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Given her first taste of Lesbian pleasure, the voluptuous young woman caught her breath and arched her back sharply.
Licking her full, ripe lips with obvious anticipation, Jean leaned forward and began to kiss the two full, highly sensitive mounds again.
Extending her warm pink tongue, the comely young woman alternated between the two upright, twitching nipples with gentle flicks, while at the same time her small hands gently molded and caressed the two fully rounded globes. Her face deeply flushed and biting her lip to keep from crying out, Elizabeth writhed and twisted with growing arousal as the intimate caresses left her magnificent breasts taut with sexual tension.
Try as she might, she could not deny that girl love had its special pleasures.
"You know, I've never done anything like this before!" Elizabeth admitted to her attractive partner in a voice that was hoarse with excitement.
"I want to suck your pussy for you!" Jean told her, continually nibbling at her companion's erect breasts even as she spoke. "Honestly, there's nothing like having another girl eat your pussy for you! You'll just love it!"
Taking one rose-colored nipple into her mouth and gently sucking on it, Jean slowly allowed one hand to slide down the velvety smooth flesh and in to the tuft of fluffy brunette hair. Neither was surprised to find that the area was already deliciously creamy. Elizabeth trembled with agitation and quickly sucked in her breath as Jean's fingers lightly caressed her pink cuntal lips with a gentle, exploratory stroke.
"Spread your legs open a little, honey," Jean suggested in a quiet voice.
By this time, Elizabeth knew that she lacked the willpower to resist.
Breathing in short, excited gasps, she opened her smooth, tapering thighs in anticipation of the Lesbian pleasures to come. Her pink tongue constantly skimming her pretty lips in an expectant manner, Jean extended both hands and used her fingers to pry the two pink petals open. As she unveiled the lush pink-red girl flesh, Jean lost no time burying her head between Elizabeth's wantonly outspread thighs.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Elizabeth gasped as she suddenly felt Jean's little probing tongue directly in contact with her ultra-sensitive, hotly throbbing clitoris. Her entire body quivered spasmodically and her thighs coiled tightly around Jean's head, locking them in a soft but firm vise. A gush of hot feminine dew erupted from her heated pussy, bathing Jean's face in its pungent female aroma. Smacking her lips with obvious delight, Jean began running her tongue up and down inside the pink crease, tasting the delicious girl flesh and drinking in the feminine juices that soaked her ever-probing tongue.
"Oooooohhhhh, it feels beautiful!" Elizabeth purred, lewdly fondling her own steeply erect breasts as she spoke. Her lust-swollen little clitoris was sending its hotly, tingling messages racing through her entire body, and she was unconsciously thrusting her pelvis back and forth with reflexive movements. "So good! So very good!" she murmurred. In some ways she felt as if she were dreaming, that it really wasn't her. She couldn't be doing something like that with another girl.
"Let me kneel between your legs," Jean told her, moving from the floor to a kneeling position between her attractive companion's smooth, shapely legs. "Slip your legs down over my back!" she instructed.
"That's the way!"
In a moment, Elizabeth's bare legs were dangling down her Lesbian friend's smooth back. Using her fingertips once again, Jean carefully pried open the two outer folds to expose the lush pink, watery interior.
The steaming, pungent heat that suffused Elizabeth's pussy blew against her pretty face as she leaned forward, her tongue coiled in readiness for the Lesbian invasion.
"Now, I'm going to give you a cum like you've never had before!" she promised her wriggling, breathless partner. "You're just going to love it!"
With her warm pink tongue extended as far as possible, Jean began licking and nibbling the wet girl flesh in an expert manner. Although Elizabeth kept telling herself that she shouldn't permit herself to be so thrilled by another girl's unnatural caresses, she gasped and arched her back in kittenish fashion as Jean's feminine tongue teased and caressed her intensely quivering, desire-swollen clitoris with teasing, thrilling swipes. A hot, deliciously burning sensation originating in her tormented little button spread through her pussy, and from there radiated warm waves throughout her body. She was dismayed by the intensity of her own arousal. She had never dreamed that another girl could raise her to such a fever pitch of arousal!
"Ooooohhhh! Oh, it's wonderful! So good! So very, very…" Elizabeth heard herself murmuring between excited gasps of pure physical joy.
"Don't ever stop! I need it so bad!"
Sliding her hands palm upwards under Elizabeth's satiny feminine hips, Jean worked her probing tongue as far as she could into the steaming hot, slippery wet cavern and flicked it around in a serpentine manner.
Elizabeth's deliciously warm girl's honey was flowing in generous quantities, bathing her eager young partner's face and filling her mouth with slurping noises that were quite audible. Lifting Elizabeth's hips a few inches from the couch, Jean hastily ran her tongue down to the other hole and twirled it inside for a moment.
"Ooooohhhh!" Elizabeth gasped with surprise and delight, and quickly bit her lip to keep from crying out. "Oh, my goodness!" She could hardly believe the lewd wickedness of her young companion! She kept telling herself that she should stop right then and there, that she shouldn't permit herself to enjoy such perverted activities, but the sheer physical sensations were quite overwhelming and she was a helpless prisoner of her own highly erotic personality.
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!"
With some uncertainty, Elizabeth extended her fingers and slowly, somewhat squeamishly, separated the plump, pink folds. The lovely girl flesh and the musky feminine aroma emanating from it assaulted all of her senses, and she found herself studying the lewd display with a fascination she could not really explain. Jean squirmed girlishly as feminine fingers opened up her treasure trove, and she hooked one leg gently over Elizabeth's back.
"Suck me, Liz! Please! Suck my pussy!" she begged, repeating herself over and over again. "Suck me! Suck my pussy! Suck me!"
Elizabeth hesitated for a long moment, gathering up courage to perform the act that she had so long considered so hopelessly perverted.
Finally, she extended her moist pink tongue, and slowly buried her blushing face in Jean's eagerly waiting pussy. A hot gush of feminine cream greeted her and for a moment she felt as if she had dived into a warm, wet pool.
"Oh, that's the way!" she heard Jean exclaim. "Eat me, honey! Eat it!"
Her mouth and cheeks bathed in warm girl juice, Elizabeth began exploring the moist interior of Jean's juicy, fragrant cunt with her long, twisting tongue. To her dismay, the taste was indescribably delicious, sweet and honey-like, and she found herself impulsively sucking it in with noisy, eager slurps. Jean's pelvis began jerking back and forth instinctively, and Elizabeth could hear the young girl's ecstatic gasps and moans as she submitted to the Lesbian caresses.
"Don't stop, honey!" Jean encouraged her. "It's wonderful! Oh, it feels so good! So good! So very… very…"
Tormented by her female lover's flicking and stabbing tongue, Jean writhed and twisted on the couch with sensuous, erotic movements of her entire body. Despite her inexperience, Elizabeth seemed able, perhaps instinctively, to tease and tickle the tiny, desire-swollen clitoris and the dilated vaginal orifice with little flicks that sent sparks of electricity racing through the other girl's body. Jean's soft thighs coiled tightly around her lowered head with a constrictor-like squeeze that left her imprisoned, and Elizabeth could tell that her attractive roommate was rapidly approaching the same level of savage sexual bliss she herself had enjoyed earlier.
Swimming in rivers of feminine juice, Elizabeth concentrated all of her efforts on the swollen tingling bud, tonguing and sucking simultaneously. Jean's pelvic movements rapidly accelerated, and Elizabeth could bear her ecstatic gasps as she began breathing quite heavily. Before long her pelvis was jerking uncontrollably against Elizabeth's face and a steady stream of girl honey was gushing from her gaping vaginal orifice.
"Oooooohhhhh! I'mmmm cummmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg!!!" Jean cried out rapturously, her entire body heaving with sexual lust.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!!!"
A ball of fire seemed to explode in Jean's steaming hot pussy, and spasms of pure sexual bliss convulsed her voluptuous young body. Trapped between her shuddering partner's tightly coiled thighs, Elizabeth sucked lovingly on her female lover's delicious cum. The deliciously sweet taste filled her mouth and nostrils, and blotting out of her mind the depravity of what she was doing, she relished every drop of it.
At last, Elizabeth withdrew her face from the ravished cuntal opening, and stretched out beside her naked girlfriend on the couch. Their arms entwined, the two of them exchanged a moist, affectionate kiss and the tongues that had driven each other frantic with sexual lust met once again.
"Wasn't it beautiful?" Jean asked, her eyes smiling brightly at her female lover.
"Yes!" Elizabeth admitted, kissing her once again.
Without really thinking about what they were doing, the two of them slowly drifted into a sixty-nine position on the couch. In a few moments, their faces were plastered against each other's pussies.
Frank listened to Elizabeth's narration with absorbed interest. There was no doubt that Jean's behavior was highly reminiscent of the youthful Erica that he remembered back in England. Long before Elizabeth was finished with her story, he found himself with a powerful erection that demanded satisfaction. During the intense lovemaking that followed, Elizabeth seemed to be striving valiantly to prove that she was really a normal woman and had not become addicted to the Lesbian pleasures to which she had been introduced. Afterwards, they lay quietly in each other's arms trying to catch their breath.
When he began recovering from his post-coital stupor, Frank tried to collect his thoughts. In addition to Jean, there was only one other girl who fit Erica's description. Her name was Betty Anderson, and apart from her jet-black hair she could easily have been a double for Erica. The slight facial differences could have been caused by surgery. They had met once and Frank thought that he detected a flicker of recognition in her eyes, although he realized that he could easily be mistaken about that.
"Thinking about business?" Elizabeth asked.
"Right," Frank replied.
"Don't you think Jean's our girl?" she asked.
"Could be," he said.
"Who else?" Elizabeth asked curiously.
"Betty Anderson," he told her.
The answer provoked an amused laugh from Elizabeth.
"What's so funny about that?" Frank asked curiously.
"She hardly fits your Lesbian profile," she told him. "Betty's the biggest manstealer in the whole group."
"Good," Frank replied. "Let her try to steal somebody's date, and then have the girls sentence her to a spanking for that. Let's see what effect that has on her."
Elizabeth smiled knowingly at him. "I bet I know what effect it will have on you!" she told him, her eyes bright with amusement.