Goddess Phyllis

Chapter 17 Chemaine Dominates the Headmistress

This portion of the saga, a continuation of Chapter 16, is four months from Chapter 15 and eight months from the present.

Rebecca enters without knocking and surveys the situation. Her darling Chemaine is sitting in a big easy chair with her right leg over the arm, her dress up to her waist and her hand rubbing her thigh. Standing in front of her watching Chemaine’s crotch is Leigh O’Connor, headmistress of Mt Holyoke Academy who has her arm around a very pretty tall woman also gazing longingly at Chemaine’s crotch. Chemaine looks back over her shoulder and says, “Hey Becca, check these two out. You know Ms O’Connor. This tall one is my English teacher, Theresa Cunt, er, Hunt. Theresa here is very new to all of this. She was totally straight until she met the twins,” laughed Chemaine. Actually, Rebecca didn’t think that Chemaine was kidding, and she wasn’t. A pair of tits such as those on Chemaine could turn a straight woman gay, or a gay man straight, for that matter. To see them is to want to touch them and fondle, lick and suck them, too.

“Why are you here in the first place, baby?” asked Rebecca. “Theresa brought me here because I was playing with my pussy in class. But she’s cute, isn’t she, Bec? I couldn’t help myself.” “No, Chemaine, I can see why. And when your pussy gets juicy, you just gotta touch it. Anyone can understand that.” Rebecca looked at Theresa, giving her a cold, hard stare. “You fondled a fourteen year old girl’s tits? What kind of pervert are you?” asked Rebecca in mock disgust. Theresa looked down. “Look me in the eye, bitch!” yelled Rebecca. Chemaine smiled at the forcefulness of Rebecca, but after all, she had been trained by Goddess Phyllis. Theresa looked at Rebecca. After a pause, Rebecca spoke. “Turn around and lean on the desk. Spread you legs. Leigh, do you have something to tie her arms with?” Yes, Rebecca, I have some rope.” “Well, get it if you want some pussy, lady,” said Rebecca mockingly. Leigh ran to the closet and was back in a flash with several long strands of rope. “Hmm, seems you are prepared for anything, Leigh,” said Rebecca. “I try to be,” answered Leigh. “Tie her hands together so that she can rest her head on them,” ordered Rebecca. Leigh did so rather skillfully as Rebecca removed Theresa’s skirt and ripped off her panties. Reaching into her bag, Rebecca pulled out a strap-on dildo, about eight inches long; one of her smaller ones. As she put this on, she spoke to all the girls. “Theresa, I’m going to fuck your ass. Ever had it in the ass before?” Theresa was sobbing again. “Yes, my husband and I tried it once. It hurt.” Rebecca let out a sharp laugh. “Ha, it hurt? Well, honey, you don’t know what hurt means. Chemaine, what do you want to do with the old gray fox over here?” Chemaine had to chuckle at the fox comment. “I told Leigh she could eat me if she begged me properly.” “That sounds nice,” said Rebecca as she lubed up the dildo. Rebecca placed the head of the slippery, rubber phallus right on Theresa’s asshole and pushed. It slid in nice and easy. Rebecca only went half way in for the first few pushes, then gradually picked up both speed and depth. It took about two minutes for Rebecca to each full ass fucking speed, and she was moving all around and, to her credit, Theresa seemed to be enjoying it. She was not crying and her eyes were open, yet half way shut. Theresa was enjoying getting her anus stretched and fucked.

Chemaine and Leigh were watching Rebecca’s assault on Ms Cunt’s asshole and enjoying the show. Chemaine looked at Leigh. “Well, you want to taste me? Start begging, but get those stupid clothes off first. “Yes, thank you Chemaine,” said Leigh as she stood up and took her jacket off. Chemaine stood too and gave Leigh a friendly but firm slap in the face. “Listen both of you,” barked out Chemaine in a surprisingly authoritarian tone for one so young. “You are to refer to me as Mistress Chemaine and my sister as Mistress Rebecca. If you forget, you’ll get hurt.” “Hurt a lot,” added Rebecca. Leigh was taking off her bra now, letting those big old tits flop out. They were pretty nice for a woman in her sixties, actually. Her skirt was off quickly, leaving Leigh O’Connor, headmistress of Mt Holyoke School for hot pussies, standing there in only her white panties with the big wet spot in the crotch. Chemaine stood up and walked up to Leigh, who at 5’5” was not that much bigger than Chemaine, and grabbed herself a big handful of Leigh’s pussy. Leigh trembled and couldn’t control that fact that she was beginning to orgasm. Chemaine could feel and see this and kept her hand on Leigh’s cunt as the older woman was shaking and moaning and her cunt was soaking through her panties. Chemaine kept squeezing until the orgasms subsided; it seemed so long that there must have been more than one orgasm. Chemaine smelled her wet hand and walked over to give Rebecca a smell. “Hmm, nice,” said Rebecca as she continued to pound a now limp Theresa Cunt, er, Hunt. Chemaine gave Theresa a smell, and unfortunately, Theresa at this point was not able to form a thought other than what was going on in her ass, but she did sort of smile. Coming back to Leigh, Chemaine said, “Now that you had a nice orgasm, do you still want to eat me?” “Oh god, yes, Mistress Chemaine. Please, more than ever. I know I am not worthy, but please let me as my mouth is skilled at pussy eating. Please Mistress Chemaine. Please. Please” Chemaine smiled. “If that’s begging, it is a bit lame. Lay down on the floor.” Leigh lay down as instructed. “Lay flat but get up on your elbows,” instructed Chemaine. Leigh was laying flat on the floor with her upper body resting on her elbows. “Grind your pussy on the floor while you beg me some more,” commanded the fourteen year old stud. Leigh commenced to rotating her hips on the carpeted floor, trying to rub her cunt on the, well, rug on rug. “Please, Chemaine, I need to taste you so badly. I came just from your touch, I am so hot for you. Oh god, Mistress Chemaine, I need to put my mouth on your pussy. Grace me with your pee if you would like. Anything for you. Use me, do whatever, just give me a taste,” begged Leigh O’Connor.

Chemaine took off her panties and put them in Leigh’s mouth. “Suck them! Suck my juice out of them!” Leigh certainly did not need to be told twice as she began sucking these panties like a woman possessed, which is exactly what she was. “Play with you tits while you suck!” barked Chemaine. Leigh was now on her knees, playing with her tits with both hands while sucking Chemaine’s panties. After a few minutes, the words that Leigh ached to hear. “C’mere, Ms O’Connor and lick my pussy,” said Chemaine in a sassy voice. Leigh moved so quickly that she fell on her side, but quickly got up and was my Chemaine’s crotch in a jiffy. Her face was only a few inches away. “Stick your tongue out, Leigh,” ordered Chemaine. Out came Leigh’s tongue. Chemaine put her hands on the back of Leigh’s head and slowly, very slowly, pulled her head closer to where Leigh’s tongue was just about touching Chemaine’s pussy. The smell was making Leigh’s head spin. Finally, Chemaine pulled Leigh all the way in and heard Chemaine say, “Lick me, Leigh. Eat me, lick my clit, make me come. Show me how good you are.” Leigh turned into a sucking machine, a licking machine, a living vacuum. Realizing that this pussy was more delicious that she ever imagined pussy could be, Leigh reached back on her many years of lesbian love making to leave no stone unturned to please Chemaine’s pussy. Leigh gently sucked on the lips, inserted her tongue within the fantastic opening, licked and sucked the clit. Leigh used her mouth, tongue, teeth, nose and chin to please her new little mistress. She was firm but gentle, fast yet slow but all in all, Chemaine was quite enjoying this. Very much so. As her orgasm was beginning, Chemaine yelled out, “Becca, this one is good. She can really eat pussy. Ohhhh…” trailed off Chemaine as her orgasm reached its pinnacle. Chemaine bucked her thighs as she always did when coming and was giving Leigh a good shaking, but Leigh held on, fully realizing that what was at stake was getting another opportunity to suck this, the most incredible pussy that she had ever had the pleasure to suck on in her forty plus years of eating pussy. “Stand up, Leigh,” ordered Chemaine. Leigh stood so that her crotch was on eye level with the sitting Chemaine. Chemaine reached up and grabbed Leigh’s cunt as she did last time, and as happened last time, Leigh trembled with orgasm.

All this while, Rebecca had not let up on her assault of Theresa’s ass. Now, after thirty minutes of some of the hardest pounding ever laid upon an anal virgin’s hole, Rebecca plunged in totally, reached behind her to undo the latch on the harness, and as the harness came off Rebecca, it hung from the part of the dildo sticking out of Theresa’s well fucked ass. Rebecca walked around so that she could see Theresa’s face. Theresa had her eyes open, but there was a glazed expression in her eyes. With her left hand, Rebecca continued the in and out motion in the ass. With her right hand, Rebecca reached between Theresa’s legs and grabbed her pussy. Wow, it was wet, thought Rebecca; she enjoyed her ass fucking, that’s for sure.  Rebecca located Theresa’s clit and gave it a couple of squeezes, sending Theresa Cunt, er, Hunt, into the throes of the best orgasm she ever had.

Rebecca walked over to Chemaine and wrapped her up in a big hug and kiss. The two brown beauties looked out over their work. Leigh was leaning against her desk, clad only in what was now a sopping wet pair of panties, trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Theresa was still head down on the desk with her ass sticking up, still wearing her blouse and bra and shoes but nothing else, also trembling with her slowly dissipating orgasm. “Ladies, I enjoyed this afternoon, and I think I speak for myself and Chemaine when I say that you are now ours. You belong to us and will obey us totally and completely. If not, well, you will not have sex with us again. Do you both agree?” Almost in unison, the formerly straight English teacher and the dike headmistress both said, “Yes Mistress Rebecca, yes Mistress Chemaine.”

“Leigh, I know you probably want to continue with Theresa here, which is fine, but leave her asshole alone. Bring her with you when you come to Goddess Phyllis’s house tonight. You are fortunate in that she will meet with you. Here is the address,” said Rebecca, handing Leigh a card with the address of Goddess Phyllis’s modest twelve room house. As you may have expected, Leigh was so totally overcome with Goddess Phyllis and her harem that she would do anything that Goddess Phyllis asked. And she asked. By the end of the night, Goddess Phyllis was now the majority owner of the Mt Holyoke School for Girls. Leigh O’Connor was still headmistress but now was accountable to Goddess Phyllis, Rebecca, and especially young Chemaine.

Future chapters will delve more into Theresa Cunt, er, Hunt and the story of how her infatuation with Chemaine’s tits changed her life. Leigh O’Connor will be back in future chapters about the girl’s school. What a place for Goddess Phyllis to find new bodies and who better to be there on a regular basis than Chemaine? But next up is a needed return to the present.