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Archive name: closet.txt
Authors name: A Real Pro (address withheld)
Story title : Out of the Closet
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Out of the Closet
By A Real Pro (address withheld)
Quick edit by Scentman
***
Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan
exercise and work out in the skimpiest of gym uniforms.
The blonde eleventh grader was the most beautiful
cheerleader in the junior class. All the boys in school
were constantly trying to get into her pants. (FF,
teacher/student)
***
To be honest, 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.
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, Joan 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.
**
Joan 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 Joan has a pleasing personality with a
noticeably warm smile that 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, Joan 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 Joan 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 Joan arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before
sitting down on the couch in my living room. My
lighting is very soft and Joan 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 Joan.
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, Joan 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, Joan 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 as about to pop his first
cherry.
While I wanted to just plunge ahead and get my own
rocks off, I realized that for Joan'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 Joan's pink nipples. Her tits were big, and
spongy, and fit 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 Joan 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, Joan 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 was the teacher
and I was acting the role of the student.
Joan must have cum at least half a dozen times. All
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 Joan, I must have reached four or five
climaxes myself.
Our relationship cemented, we continued to see each
other until Joan 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. Joan has 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
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