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Archive-name: Samesex/chrleadr.txt


Archive-title: 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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