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Pisscilla's Girlfriend

... over all the pretty naked girls who focused on me with accusing glares. “Punishment?” I asked - rather stupidly - with trepidation. It could be a small spanking, and I wouldn’t mind that, but guessing from all the drama going on and Angie’s wince when our eyes met, it was likely something harder. Bobby smirked. “Yes. We’ve talked long and voted on a fitting punishment. You can atone for your oath-breaking by being Priscilla Lewid’s girlfriend for two weeks.” My eyes went wide, then, once I was sure that I hadn’t misheard, even wider, and I couldn’t contain a chuckle. “Cilla?” I asked, astounded. “Not that I knew that she’s one of us, but really, that’s supposed to be punishment?” I was really and absolutely perplexed. Cilla was cute. Absolutely, blonde-southern-farm-girl cutishly cute. And cute really does it for me. I mean, I’m not picky, and I’m not unable to see beauty either. I can spend hours worshipping Bobbie’s massive, wonderful boobs and her endless legs. I can lose myself between the thighs of Russian beauty, Natalie, with her milky complexion, perfectly shaped legs and tummy and her rosiest of rosy nipples. But Cilla was the epitome of cute. A little smaller than me, a pert, almost boyish bum that nonetheless wiggled perfectly with every step of her short, strong legs. She had a few pounds too much around her hips to call her lean, and her tits were small, yes, but her nipples perked coquettishly upwards - thank god for community showers - and when she smiled ...

... with her pouty lips under a button nose that was only a little too wide to be called lovely and with one eyelid a tad drooping, I always felt a fluttery attraction pull on my heart. Okay, I admit, more between my thighs. It’s sometimes hard to distinguish. So, while I stared at Bobby with all the dumbfoundedness I felt, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards. “You think so?” she whispered. “All the better. Report to her room immediately, and don’t show up for a meeting before the two weeks are up.” She folded her arms under her chest, and I almost lost the fight against the reflex to finally lean in and capture one of her large nipples between my lips. “You’ll accept the punishment?” “I will!” I confirmed eagerly. * * * * “I’m sorry!” Angie accosted me as soon as the meeting was declared closed. “What’s there to be sorry?” I wanted to know while I slipped back into my clothes. We padded back upstairs to the dorm rooms on the second floor. “You really don’t know?” she asked, biting her lip worriedly. “Know what?” I asked, stopping at the corridor that led to our room. “That…” Angie had a somewhat desperate look in her eyes, but instead of telling me what this was about, she spun around and rushed off down the corridor, not staying around for further questions. * * * * My heart beat all the way up to my throat when I knocked on Cilla’s door. I heard some shuffling, followed by a soft voice shouting, “Coming!” and the pattering of naked feet on tiles announced her approach. The ...