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Cheerleader
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Archive-Name: cheerleader
Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work out
in the skimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde tenth grader was the most
beautiful cheerleader in the junior 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, 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 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 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 pro.
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