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Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan
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 despie 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, 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, 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, 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 hear 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 vaules 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 spongey, 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 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
were the teacher and I was acting the role of the student.
Joan 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 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 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
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