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If I would write something here about my newest novel I'm sure, that it would be banned because it contains compassion and passion as well - and especially in love stories this is an explosive mixture, prone to blow up! There is something deeply hidden in our genes, which bubbles up from time to time to make us fall in love, which makes us behave like clowns and make the most irrational decisions for the silly illusion of being loved! I had been there many times and I still remember it well, and it still makes me smile when I'm writing about it . . .
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The lesbian Mistress
The power of love is unpredictable and can strike at any moment!
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichThe lesbian Mistress
The lesbian Mistress
written by Hentai Jones
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Hentai Jones:
THE LESBIAN MISTRESS
The power of love is unpredictable
and can strike at any moment!
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1 - A fresh Semester
A fresh Semester
The girl next to me in the bus wasn't very talkative but she had very nice legs: as smooth as silk and as white as marble! She was a shy daughter of a dark household in the city, had grown up guarded by a old governess behind heavy brocade curtains, which had kept the sunlight from her unblemished skin! The urge to touch that tender flesh was growing irresistible and I was fiddling around with my handbag instead - I had just spent my holidays with my ex-husband at the coast and had found out during those painful three weeks, that I wasn't marriage material at all: men were primitive animals and after they had their fun they turn over and began to snore! I was hating Alec, and when he called me a lesbian I was finished with him and was hating him even more because he was right: I found men absolutely disgusting, they were fighting wars and were killing all day long and then they go home to their lovely wife and pretend to love her!
After a rather tenuous interrogation of the girl I finally found out, that her name was Grace - I pointed out some landmarks to her trough the window and I alerted her about the eagle in the sky by putting my hand on her thigh - it felt like glued down and so I let it there! As if Grace had found trust to me because of that, I didn't know, but at least she began to talk to me: she was telling me with beaming pride, that she was on her way to the school of Santa Karina, that she was aspiring to be a doctor one day, to heal the poor people suffering under the ongoing war with the neighbouring countries. She was so cute, had lush red lips and pearl-white teeth, and when she smiled at me I was nearly wetting my pants - she had golden hair and sky-blue eyes and it was time to move my hand up a fraction. Grace was looking at me quickly with a slight consternation in her curious big eyes, she was certainly not used to be touched, and definitely by a stranger in a public place, but she didn't push my hand away and simply put hers on mine!
The boarding school of Santa Karina was one of the most prestigious in the land: only the finest girls of the aristocracy could find the financial means to be admitted, its priorities lay heavily on physical health and exercises in the fresh mountain air to bring the sickly city girls back to life! I had always been an advocate for sexual health as well and those girls minds were twisted by a mess of fake religious morals and naughty bourgeois superstitions - such things as masturbation made you blind and sex was a sin: Alec had only been half right: I certainly was a lesbian but I was a feminist too, I was fighting for the rights of the women in this male dominated world with my claws and my teeth! As the principal of the boarding school I had met many girls already who had no clue about the pleasures their bodies were able to provide and were bewildered by the most common emotions - it was often an extremely difficult tasks to unlock their hidden desires with professional decency, but if the therapy was successful it was most rewarding!
Grace didn't remove her hand from mine as I was sliding it further up into her crotch - I was sure, that she had never been touched like that before and was frozen by the new feelings: she was on her way to a new school and was probably happy to have left her governess behind after a life of being treated like a valuable china doll! On the upper thighs under her plaited school skirt the skin was the softest, and when I put my hand over her bulging panties Grace grabbed it with a fierce grip, not to evict it from invading private property but to keep it prisoner there - caught touching her most secret part through the thin silk of her knickers! Grace was breathing a bit harder now and then she was opening her thighs a fraction to allow me further access to the sensitive portal of her horny soul - I was about to take on her offer and was ready to stick my fingers into her knickers when the bus was coming to a halt at a station and more school girls were hopping aboard, bickering like silly little chickens but all of them sweeter than a sin!
Some of them I knew from the last semester, the luscious Francine and the shy Jasmine, but the other two were fresh meat for my future explorations - especially the frisky red head! She was rather short for her age but had poisonous green eyes and freckles on her stubby nose - that fact alone made me horny as an alley bitch! Some old farmers women moved in with their bags of vegetables and baskets of eggs for the market, the bus was filling up and slowing down up the curvy mountain road - the freckled readhead was standing just next to me in the aisle and her musky perfume was tickling my nose. On a sharp bend I grabbed her around her naked thighs to prevent her from falling over and she was looking down at me with her vicious snake eyes as if I had committed the ultimate crime: that girl was definitely worth a challenge! She wasn't moving away from my touch and so I left my hand where it was to enjoy the skin contact for a bit longer, to test her for her for inhibitions or resistance to be fondled, but she had none!
I grabbed one of the plump buttocks under her short skirt and gave it a playful squeeze for being so cheeky and the freckled readhead was pushing her bum out as if she was used to such erotic teasing! Freckles certainly had the perfect bubble butt, that rare species I would have loved to spank until it was as redhot as her hair - she was obviously a very naughty girl and she would give me enough opportunities to do so! I was so happy, that Alec hadn't managed to get me pregnant with his flimsy sex affairs, I didn't want to change baby nappies: my job to provide spoiled young ladies with a healthy physical and moral education was much more important to me! They all were dreaming about Prince Charming, something which didn't exist, they were living in a romantic fantasy world and masturbation was the only sportive action they enjoyed - most of them were arrogant little bitches or naughty bullies, the contest for the most beautiful princess was on with all its jealousies and intrigues, with all its little lies and its deceptions!
The juvenile girls were in the middle of their puberty and their sexuality was awakening, and without the proper guidance they were on their own - this patriarchic society was still not talking about the female sexuality: it was still the boys which got all the good advice! They were told, that masturbation led to blindness and that anal intercourse was a curse of the Devil - that was probably the reason why they were liking it so much! It was certainly a good idea, to let the girls explore their sexuality with themselves for a while before they ran into the arms of one of those little chauvinists - once they got pregnant their youth was over. From then on they were scolded by the priests, scolded by the parents and then scolded by their husband too: and of course it was all their fault in the end - if they would have had the patience to wait until after the wedding and had played with the girls instead all would be fine, and if they wouldn't have played at all it would be even finer in the watchful eyes of the prudish catholic community!
