She gasped and let out a low moan, humping her hips against my finger. At the top of her folds, I found the little nub of her clit. Letting my finger...glide over it, lubricated by her juices, applying almost no pressure at all. She growled deep in her throat, pulling me close against her, trapping my hand against her pussy. I rubbed her clit a little harder as she gasped out a soft 'yes' of approval. I slipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy, making her gasp again.She suddenly pushed me. I think that while the punk girls might be occasional lovers, only Mindy was a committed lesbian. And there couldn't be too many of those in this school. But at least she was in charge of deciding who she screwed and when. And now, so was I. And I was going to screw her."Now, Bitch," I said, "lick me." And to my everlasting astonishment, she dropped to her knees and did.The crowd around us, about a dozen guys or so, gasped as Mindy knelt. I gasped a moment later as her tongue hit my clit. The. " she trailed the belt up and down my mound ever so lightly. I winced as a ferocious surge of desire swept through me."H... H... Hhhhard!" I stuttered. "Hard H... HARD! HIT ME HARD !" I begged.She leered mockingly at me and swung the belt down again. It cracked down against my pussy mound, impacting with a dull splat against my moist pussy slit. I screamed again and babbled incoherently."H... HHharrdddd! Hit m... me h... hard! Hit me... Hit me... Hit me..."She swung the belt again, sending a. She was learning quickly."I am thinking of you, of course. Was there any doubt?" he inquired, the question asked with a joyful undertone as he knew there was not.She answered him in short order."None."At which point they simultaneously smiled at one other, perhaps the first shared act between the two that was bereft of any mystery, intrigue, or pomp and circumstance.They simply were themselves at that very moment.They smiled.Together.Such a moment was not lost on him, and he seized the.