Harriette pushed me to my knees. I could smell sex in the room and would’ve been hard if I hadn’t just shot deep into Clarisse. Harriette knew, but she was determined to make me regret having cum in her roommate. She (so I heard) only used the boys when I was one of them, and would otherwise see Laura or force Clarisse to eat her out. She put a hand on the back of my head, pulling me between her legs, and I started eating her out.
“You only got to cum in the salutatorian’s hairy cunt because I told her you’re good” she taunted.
I wanted to shoot back some quip about the field hockey team being all lesbians anyways, but I remembered the contract we signed and what the headmistress might do to me if I wasn’t subservient with the girls. My tongue made slow letters on Harriette’s clit while two fingers massaged her rough g-spot. She loved my fingering and I knew I’d outlast her taunts. She leaned back to sit on her desk, on leg still up on the chair, and I continued to lap up the musky wetness between her labia, below the wide brown landing strip that she usually covered with a pair of black pantyhose ripped open at the crotch.