Pisscilla's Girlfriend - Sex Stories

Pisscilla's Girlfriend

... may have happened. My highschool career might even have survived the two times we got arrested for having a night-time orgy on the school's lawn. I’m still not completely sure if it was getting caught making out - well, naked and sixty-nining, actually - with the pastor’s daughter that broke the camel’s back or the fact that we did it in the gym with Liza, our principal’s daughter, watching us. Perhaps, if it had been anybody else catching us but her father, I’d still be attending my local college. But then, these photos of me riding Cassie’s face on the hood of the principal’s car were bound to surface sooner or later, so it was probably just as well. But I digress. I hadn’t thought all that much about the wording of my SLUT oath, and so I was somewhat surprised by the stern looks I got this time when I entered the cellar room in Angie’s wake, having been woken up by her with a mysterious, “SLUT meeting, now!” We undressed and neatly folded our clothes in the small anteroom. They were expecting us, standing in a semicircle with Bobby Boobs - Roberta Summers with real name, but one glance at her impressive chest told everything about her nickname - in the middle and looking none too pleased. Angie closed the door and slipped between the ranks of our fellow sisters, sending me a last apologetic look, and Bobby told me to stand in front of them. “You’ve been neglecting your duties as a sworn member of SLUT!” Her hissed accusation held much more venom than I would have ...

... expected, but since I surmised that this was all part of the dramatic secret club thing, I didn’t give much by it. “I’ve been busy otherwise a few evenings,” I answered with a shrug. “I mean, it’s not as if you own me or such.” That made Bobby take a few steps towards me. The expression on her face wasn’t pleased at all, but with these massive, firm breasts wiggling in front of me almost at eye level, it was hard to focus on anything else. I subconsciously licked my lips. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not really that much of a boob girl - in fact, a perfect little handful of tit is just the thing to me drool - but Bobby’s orbs were impressive like hell, and being teased by them from only a few inches away was not something I could ignore. “Sister Christine,” she intoned, ignoring my reply and breaking my contemplation whether I should wrap my lips around one of her lovely, big nipples, “you failed to show up for your pussy licking duties on at least ten occasions, leaving your sisters in need and unfulfilled. This is a direct violation of your oath to be available and eager at any time your sisters need you.” “Oh, come on,” I started to say, but she cut me short. “The union has rendered judgment about your misdeeds, and you can either accept our punishment or forever be shunned.” That got me thinking - and swallowing hard. “Shunned?” I asked, slightly choked up at the dreadful thought that all these wonderful pussies and mouths could be out of my reach. My eyes roamed around the room and ...