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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