Goddess Phyllis

Chapter 16 Chemaine’s New School

This portion of the saga is four months from the prior and eight months from the present.

After spending several months learning the ways of womanly love from Goddess Phyllis, Chemaine was, well, to put it mildly, a stud. Now fourteen, she was filling out, which is a lot to say considering she was a 38-30-38 when Rebecca first made love to her. The last measurements has her still a 38 on top but now triple D. Fourteen and triple D. And now she was five feet tall, well actually Chemaine had grown a little over an inch to 4’11” plus a bit. But that body, and when she wore a strap-on, she was just too hot to look at. Goddess Phyllis’s mom and sister loved Chemaine and treated both her and Rebecca as sisters/daughters.

Goddess Phyllis had a small interest in a private girl’s school called the Mt Holyoke Academy. This was where Chemaine would attend her freshman year of high school, but she also had an extra assignment. Seduce the headmistress, Ms O’Connor. Ms O’Connor was a known lesbian, at least known to Goddess Phyllis. Goddess Phyllis knew this during their first meeting and she could have had her right then and there; the way O’Connor was looking at Goddess Phyllis was unbridled lust. But Goddess Phyllis knew the right time would come. And the time was now and the vehicle was Chemaine.

Chemaine and Rebecca had worked out a plan wherein Chemaine would get sent to the headmistress’s office for an infraction and once there would have Rebecca called in (mom not available, but adult sister is).  What infraction? Rebecca thought it would be great if, after a while in class. Chemaine let her skirt rise so that her panties were visible. She could then play with herself so that the teacher could see and would no doubt end her to the office. Not wanting to dilly-dally, Chemaine would start in the first class on the first day. This was an English class taught by Ms Hunt. Hunt was a six foot tall lanky young lady with a really cute face. Chemaine nabbed a seat in the first row, right in the center and paid rapt attention the Ms Hunt’s, well, not her lecture but rather her cunt. Chemaine kept imagining what it looked like and if it was shaved like every pussy that she has ever seen except for her mom’s pussy, at least at the beginning. Now, her mom was shaved just as all of Goddess Phyllis’s girls are shaved. After daydreaming for the first half of class, Chemaine got down to business. Shifting around in her seat, she coyly lifted her dress to mid thigh. Ms Cunt, er, Ms Hunt did not seem to notice. Chemaine pulled the top part of her skirt, the part covering the thighs, farther up. Just as she did this, Hunt decided to sit on the front of her desk. Her skirt was too long for Chemaine to see up, but she was in perfect position. Chemaine took her pen and placed it in her hand under her skirt and began running it up and down her slit. At first, Ms Hunt did not notice, but that was fine since Chemaine was enjoying the nice feeling. After a few minutes, Ms Hunt finally looked below Chemaine’s smiling face and huge boobs (Hunt did seem to linger a bit on the boobs) and noticed how high up on the thighs Chemaine’s dress was. She quickly noticed that Chemaine’s hand was also between her legs. Ms Hunt got a bit flustered and lost her train of thought. Was this girl playing with herself right in class, thought Ms Hunt? Ms Hunt got up and walked behind her desk. Now she had a better view and not only was Chemaine’s hand between her legs, she was playing with her pussy using a pen. Ms Hunt was transfixed now as well as flustered and knew that the girls were wondering why she was not saying anything. Acting on instinct, Ms Hunt said “Girls, time for a writing assignment. Take out your notebooks and write a five paragraph essay about your favorite time of the year.” The usual moans and groans came from the rest of the class, but Chemaine just smiled and opened her notebook, leaving her pen and hand exactly where they were She did not have any intention of writing anything. As the pen kept going up and down her pussy, she was getting wet and Chemaine just knew that her panties would now have a good sized wet spot. She looked up and saw that Ms Hunt was staring directly at her the wet spot. Chemaine looked at Hunt’s pretty face until the teacher looked up and caught Chemaine staring at her. Ms Hunt turned a beet red and sat down at her desk and pretended to look for something in the draw. Daring to look up, Hunt saw that Chemaine was still staring at her and smiling. Glancing lower, Ms Hunt could still see the pen moving up and down over the wet area on Chemaine’s pretty pink panties. Chemaine brought the pen up to her mouth and sucked on it, then quickly returned it to her crotch. It was a good thing that the other girls were busy with their writing assignments because Ms Hunt was now blatantly staring at Chemaine’s crotch.

Chemaine used the tip of the pen to push aside a section of panty, exposing her left vaginal lip. Ms Hunt’s eyes bulged and, without realizing it, she licked her lips. Chemaine quickly pulled the material back over and continued stroking her pussy.

Ms Hunt finally looked up at Chemaine and smiled. Hunt’s mind was reeling; she was outraged by such behavior but she could not deny that it turned her on. Her pussy felt wet and Ms Hunt was glad that she had a longish skirt on. What should she do? Did Chemaine think she could just sit there and play with herself, in class? Anywhere in public, for that matter, is not appropriate. “Chemaine, please see me after class. Ok?” asked Ms Hunt. “Sure, Ms Hunt, not a problem,” said a smiling Chemaine to her teacher. Chemaine smiled. Who would be teaching who soon, she wondered. Finally, class was over. Chemaine sat until the other girls had left and then walked up to Ms Hunt’s desk. Her big titties were eye level with the sitting teacher and it definitely drew Hunt’s attention. So much so that Ms Hunt, despite herself, was again blatantly staring. “You love my tits, don’t you Ms Hunt?” asked Chemaine sweetly. “You sure do like to stare at them.” Ms Hunt turned red and said to Chemaine, “I’m sorry for what you think is staring. It’s just that I am rather flat chested and you breasts are so big and round.” “Would you like to see them?” asked Chemaine. Before Hunt could answer, Chemaine had her hands under her blouse and around back, taking off that wretched bra. Opening one more button, Chemaine brought the twins out and stuck them in Ms. Hunt’s face. Hunt rubbed her face against them and then sat up and cupped them in her hands, then lifted them to feel the weight. “God, these are magnificent,” said Ms Hunt. “Listen, cover up and I’m going to have to report you to Ms O’Connor. I’m sorry, but you’re behavior is not appropriate.” Chemaine gave Ms Hunt that big grin of hers. “Ok. Can I tell her that you felt and kissed my titties?” Hunt gulped. “Tell her anything you feel necessary to explain why you did this.”

Off they went to the office of headmistress Ms O’Connor, a sixty year old well mannered and refined lover of women, but really just a dyke. Leigh, her first name, was careful about her lesbian activities. She had a couple of regular girlfriends among the teachers, but they were not blatant. With these women, Leigh was a dominant type, always being controlling and enjoying the control and causing her friends a bit if pain and humiliation. But what Leigh loved best were the young girls. She would usually be able to find one a year to be her “special friend,” a girl she knew would not tell her parents and keep things cool. With this young friend, Leigh was not at all dominant but more loving and nurturing. It was an interesting contrast. Leigh O’Connor met Chemaine last week, recommended for admission by that blonde beauty she recently met named Phyllis. Goddess Phyllis, she called herself. There was something about Phyllis that would not leave Leigh’s mind. Who knows? Maybe she was a real goddess. But this Chemaine, oh my god. The tits on her. Huge! And she was so pretty, with those high cheekbones and that light brown color and big smile. Oh yes, thought Leigh, if there was ever a young girl she absolutely must have, Chemaine was it. Now, she was on her way to Ms O’Connor’s office with that lovely Theresa Hunt. Chemaine was a bad girl? Leigh wondered.

Knock on the door. “Come in please,” said Ms O’Connor calmly, although her heart was beating fast. The thought of Chemaine made her heart beat fast every time. The two of them entered. What a pair, thought Leigh. A six foot beauty with very small tits and a five foot even more of a beauty with enormous tits. Leigh could her feel her crotch getting wet already. As Theresa and Chemaine approached her desk, Leigh bade them to sit down. As Leigh looked at them, Theresa was on her right and Chemaine on the left. It also looked as though Chemaine’s skirt had ridden up a pretty good way up her thighs, and beautiful thighs they were. Leigh cleared her throat. “Why are you bringing Chemaine to me, Theresa?” asked Leigh. Theresa cleared her throat, too. “Ms O’Connor, I am sorry, but I thought I had to report this. Chemaine was, well, I don’t know, I guess you’d say she was playing with herself in class.” Leigh felt like she had been given an electric shock, but she thought she kept her demeanor. “Can you be a little more specific, Theresa?” asked the headmistress. “She was sitting in the front row with her skirt even higher than it is now, and she was rubbing a pen up and down her slit through her panties. When she noticed that I was watching, she pulled the material aside with her pen and put the pen in her opening. Then she put the pen in her mouth!” Theresa choked a little on the last part and began to sob a little. Ms O’Connor was now quite hot and could feel her pussy getting quite wet now. She looked at Chemaine and the young beauty just sat there and smiled. Leigh wanted her so much that she literally ached.

“Chemaine, is what Ms Hunt says true? Were you playing with your private area right there in the front row?” asked Leigh. “Yes, Ms O’Connor. It is all true.” Leigh had no doubt that it was true, and erotic as hell, too. “Chemaine, why did you do that?” asked the headmistress. “Ms Hunt is so pretty that she made my pussy get wet. I like to touch it when it gets hot like that. I didn’t think it was a big deal,” explained Chemaine. Leigh looked at Ms Hunt. “Theresa, did you talk to Chemaine after class about this?” asked Leigh. Theresa gulped and turned red. “Yes, Ms O’Connor, I attempted to.” Leigh raised an eyebrow. “Attempted too? What does that mean?” Theresa tried to continue. “When Chemaine came to my desk, she accused me of staring at her breasts, and then she unhooked her bra and took her tits out. Then she stuck them in my face!” sobbed Theresa. Hearing that almost brought Leigh to orgasm, but she held back. What a story this was turning out to be. “Anything else?” asked Leigh. “One more thing,” said Chemaine, “Ms Hunt rubbed her face on my titties, then felt and squeezed them. She even said they were magnificent!” With that, Chemaine started laughing and Theresa continued sobbing. “Theresa, this is true?” asked Leigh. Ms Hunt could only nod her head affirmatively. Leigh O’Connor stood up, looking rather nice in her skirt and jacket and dark blouse. “Well, it seems to me like we now have two problems. A horny student and a horny teacher. Which should I deal with first?” Chemaine raised her hand as if she was in class, causing Leigh to chuckle. “Yes, Chemaine?” she asked. “I think this is all my fault, Ms O’Connor, and I guess Ms Hunt just couldn’t help herself. After all, I’m told that I am very attractive,” said Chemaine. “I guess you should deal with me first.”  Leigh smiled. “Chemaine, attractive is too mild a word to describe you. Gorgeous is better. What do you think, Theresa?” Theresa had finally stopped sobbing. “Magnificent is the word that comes to mind,” she said. “Yes, magnificent is good, Theresa,” said Leigh. Leigh walked over to Theresa and grabbed her chin in her hand and looked her right in the eye. “Theresa, if given the opportunity, would you go down on Chemaine? You know, lick her pussy?” Theresa gulped. “I never done anything like that,” said Theresa, sobbing again. “But I think I would.” Leigh smiled and looked at Chemaine. “I think I would, too,” said the headmistress.

“Ms O’Connor, I need to call my sister Rebecca. I promised her that if there were going to be any sexual games that I would invite her. She’s only a couple of minutes away.”  Chemaine didn’t wait for a response and was immediately on the phone with Rebecca. “Come right over, Becca,” said Chemaine. “There are two hot women here who want to suck my pussy.” Chemaine looked at the headmistress. “You met Rebecca, Leigh. Mind if I call you Leigh?” “Call me anything, Chemaine,” said Leigh O’Connor, headmistress of Mt Holyoke Academy for Girls. “Yes, of course I remember Rebecca,” said Leigh. “She is beautiful.” Chemaine smiled. “Yes she is. Since Theresa is new to this, I think that Rebecca should indoctrinate her to womanly love. But you, Leigh, I know that you are an old dyke and very experienced. I think your mouth on my pussy will feel nice. I’ll let you eat me if you beg me enough. Will you do that for me,” asked sweet little Chemaine. “That and anything else you want,” said Leigh.

Next: Chapter 17 Chemaine Dominates the Headmistress