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Gym Class (FF, school)
By Anon Author
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Since the start of the term, I had watched Kathy exercise and work
out in the skimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde 19 year old was
the most beautiful cheerleader in the senior class. All the boys in
school were constantly trying to get into her pants, and to be
honest with you, my own heart would literally do a flip flop
imagining what it would be like to fondle her large breasts that
were constantly peeking out through the sides of the tight T-shirts
the kids wore despite strict dress codes.
Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a
moment in deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of
parting her long, lean legs and caressing her with my tongue. I
lived for the day the opportunity might arise to show her the value
of taking instruction from an older, more mature person - one that
has been around and knows the ropes. To me, Kathy seemed to know
the score, and I was positive that none of the kids her own age
could possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively
knew her body must crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I
could get away with it, I would do anything short of rape to be
able to lick and swallow the sacred secretions that were certain to
flow in abundance from that delectable Homecoming Queen's vagina.
Kathy was in my English class and since she wasn't doing that hot
this semester, I decided to ask her to stay after school for some
special tutoring. I should point out that Kathy has a pleasing
personality, and I had noticed many times her warm smile, which I
believed was directed towards me. Once or twice we had brushed up
against each other, and I can swear that I saw her nipples harden
through the sheer fabric of her blouse. Maybe my mind was playing
tricks on me, but I was almost certain she lingered just a little
too long on those occasions. The heat from her body was more than I
could stand. Even though I knew the risks were great, if my hunch
was right, Kathy wouldn't run off to complain to either her parents
or the school board. My ESP told me, the perky cheerleader was ripe
to try something a little bit different.
Earlier in the week, I had suggested that Kathy come over to my
apartment to study. I told her it would be a bit more relaxed and
we could get comfortable while we cracked the books. Just to be
sure, I wore my sexiest clothes that day. I didn't put on a bra,
and made certain that the buttons on my blouse remained open
halfway down. In addition, I wore a really tight skirt with a slit
up the side, and some absolutely stunning perfume. All day long,
the boys were whispering behind my back, and I could feel their
eyes burning into me. They must have thought, I had a hot date that
evening with a fellow. I don't think any of them suspected that in
reality, I was really itching to make it with one of the girl
students - the school's prize student.
When Kathy arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before sitting
down on the couch in my living room. My lighting is very soft and
Kathy looked absolutely divine. At one point, I felt like wetting
my lips with my tongue I was so excited. Slowly, but with great
assertiveness, I started to move in on my prey, edging closer and
closer to Kathy. As she turned the pages of the English book, I
reached out and touched her hand, as if indicating she should
reread a certain portion of the text. Sweat was starting to form on
my brow, but I was determined to make love to her before the
evening was over.
As it turned out, Kathy finally took the initiative. She looked me
right in the eye and said, "I've heard some of the other girls
talking at school. They say you 're a lesbian and only go to bed
with other women. Is that true?" Not wanting to be dishonest, I
explained that while I have gone to bed with men in the past, and
still do when the mood strikes me, basically I enjoy the tender
touch that only another female can offer. I explained that in many
instances, I had found men to be too rough in their lovemaking,
that they seemed only interested in satisfying their own sexual
needs and not those of their partner.
Before I could finish my impromptu speech on the values of
lesbianism, Kathy was all over me. She was kissing me deeply and
rubbing her tender, young body up against mine. Through her
clenched teeth she was whimpering and moaning that I should teach
her how to make love to another woman. Later, I found out that she
had wanted to make it with a long time girlfriend, but had backed
out at the last moment for fear of alienating the friend.
Gently, I pressed my little blonde cheerleader into the soft
cushions of the sofa. I covered her body with mine and began to
grind into her. In a way, I felt like an over excited teenage boy
who was about to pop his first cherry. While I wanted to just
plunge ahead and get my own rocks off, I realized that for Kathy's
benefit I should take my time and show her exactly what two
beautiful females could accomplish for each other. It was
important, I felt, to make this a near perfect experience for my
student, one that she would want to repeat again and again, not
only with me, but later in life with other members of her own sex.
Together, we fondled and probed. For almost ten minutes I sucked on
Kathy's pink nipples. Her tits were big, and spongy, and fitted
into my hands just perfectly. As I licked away at her breasts, I
kept squeezing them, increasing the pressure as our excitement
mounted. After bringing her to the point of near orgasm - and I
hadn't even touched her cunt yet - I suggested we strip completely
and go into the bedroom where we could be more comfortable.
As Kathy stretched out on the sheets, I knew that I was about to
have the feast of my life. The triangle between her legs was so
inviting, and through her lightly colored pubic hairs, I could see
that her vagina was already drenched and her clit hard in
anticipation of what was to happen next.
"Don't move, let me make this real good for you" I told her.
Without saying anything else, I licked up and down her thighs,
hardly able to contain my excitement. When I finally touched her
fiery furnace, she nearly jumped through the ceiling. Thrashing and
throwing herself around on the bed, Kathy held my head firmly with
her hands and tried to push her cunt all the way into my mouth. Her
innocent face was now filled with sexual lust, and she was starting
to talk filthy, something that really turns me on. "Lick me harder
you cunt! Stick your tongue all the way up my twat. Eat my pussy
until I cum all over your face, bitch!" I couldn't believe what I
was hearing. Where did this sweet, little thing learn such things?
Frankly, I didn't have time to ponder the question, as I was much
too busy following her instructions. As it turned out, it seemed as
if she were the teacher and I was acting the role of the student.
Kathy must have cum at least half a dozen times. All the while I
was using my tongue on her, I was masturbating, pulling my clit and
stroking it as hard as I could. While I tongued Kathy, I must have
reached four or five climaxes myself.
Our relationship cemented, we continued to see each other until
Kathy graduated and headed for college. We still see each other
occasionally, but she's grown up quite a bit and has several other
girlfriends that she sees. Kathy had admitted, however, that she's
really glad she was in my class, and had the opportunity to be
brought out of the closet by a real pro.
END