“This is Christy,” she answered.

“Hi Christy, Dave,” I said.

“Hi Dave. How you doing?”

“OK. Say, can you come to see me right now? I live about half a mile from
work.”

“What? Now? What for?”

“I just woke up, and I was dreaming about you. I’ve got something here for
you, and I’d love to see you,” I said.

There was a pause. “Well . . . I guess I can take an early lunch. Where do
you live?”

Giving her directions, I lay back down and waited.

Fifteen minutes later my bell rang. Pulling on a light robe, I went to the
door and opened it. Christy was there, and I let her in. My cock was hard,
and I was naked under my robe. Closing the door, I stepped back and opened
the robe.

“This is for you,” I said, as she stared in surprise, then hungrily, at my
stiff member. She reached her hands down and took hold of me as I pulled her
coat off, then began to unbutton her blouse while she rubbed my cock. We
kissed and my prick throbbed in her hands.

I unsnapped her jeans, tugging them down, then pushing her panties down around
her knees, and looked at her skinny body with it’s large muff and slim legs.
I pulled her down to the floor and gently urged her on her hands and knees.
Pulling her jeans and panties off her legs and tossing them aside, I put my
hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks and looking at her vaginal and anal
areas as she turned her head to watch me. Her pussy lips, framed in pubic
hair, looked huge in contrast to her skinny legs, and I could see that she had
experience with anal sex – her asshole was stretched, and had the telltale
signs of loose skin caused by the expanding of her rectum to accept either a
cock or some other tool.

Opening her ass wide, I brought my mouth to her anus as she moaned in
surprise. I jammed my tongue into her anal canal, frenching her bottom and
rimming her tasty butt as she squirmed under my hands.

“Oh my God . . . Ohhh . . . Ohhh . . .,” she groaned.

“Yes, Christy, I dreamed I did this to you,” I said, pushing my tongue deeper
up her skinny behind. “And then I dreamed I sunk my cock to the hilt up your
lovely rear end.”

“Oh David . . .” she breathed as I ate her bottom.

“Stay right here,” I said, standing up and going into the kitchen. She
watched me, on her hands and knees, bare butt in the air, still writhing from
the feel of my mouth and tongue on her sensitive anal area.

Opening the refrigerator I took out some butter, closing the door. Her eyes
glazed in erotic anticipation as she saw what I had. Kneeling behind her, I
opened the stick of butter. I pushed it’s square end against her anus, and
she whimpered as I twisted and turned it until it slipped past her sphincter
and into her rectum. Pushing harder, I forced it up her behind and began to
fuck her with it, as it melted from her anal heat. I pushed the short stick
all the way into her rear and held it, then took my hand away and watched as
she squeezed it back out, and it fell on the floor.

Figuring her bottom was sufficiently lubed, I moved my rigid prick up to her
buttery anus. As she watched, mouth open, I slowly, in one long thrust,
pushed my stiff cock all the way up her ass. She yelped and jumped as I
jabbed deep into her rectum, then began to slide her buttered butt around on
my cock, grinding down on it, urging it deeper. Beginning a steady rhythm I
pulled out almost all the way, then slowly slid back into her ass, repeating
this until we moved together as my cock reamed her butt.

Holding her tightly to me and putting my arm around her waist, I lifted her
up, and we stumbled to the couch where I sat down, Christy impaled on my
member, her back to me. She began to ride my cock now, and I watched as her
slim hips and ass rose up, then lowered onto my stiff pole, taking it’s entire
length up her behind and grinding down, hungry for even more.

She leaned back now and lifted her slender legs onto the coffee table, and I
pounded into her asshole, thrusting deep and hard now as I caressed her
breasts and thighs, then reaching to her pussy and rubbing her tiny, erect
clit. The wet sound of my cock plunging in and out of her open asshole added
to our excitement as her buns slammed down on my groin.

Pushing to the hilt up into her behind, I felt my prick spurt it’s hot load
into her bowels, as she ground her ass down on my ravaging cock. Pushing her
forward again, she leaned over the coffee table and my cock hammered in and
out of her, continuing to spurt. Suddenly I pulled out of her gaping asshole,
and I pulled her around to face me. I pushed my squirting prick between her
lips, jamming it’s full length down her throat as she gagged and choked on the
semen that flooded into her mouth.

We both fell asleep after that, having moved into my big bed. About an hour
later I awoke, and looked down at Christy’s long body. I pulled the sheet
back, and she was on her stomach, long legs open as she slept.

Reaching under the bed I grabbed my three dildos. I took the smaller one,
and, greasing it up in the Vaseline jar, slipped it between her buns and into
her ass, fucking it deeper and deeper. Miraculously she still slept, although
she moaned and squirmed as I gently used the dildo on her. Pulling it out, I
grabbed the next one, the one that looked like a human cock. Greasing it up
the same way I inserted in her behind, holding her cheeks apart. Slowly I
slid the rubber dildo into her rectum.
Christy woke up, feeling the dildo entering her rear, and she looked back at
me.

“Hold still, baby,” I told her as I fucked the rubber dick in and out of her
stretched rear hole. She moaned, swallowing the dildo with her ass, fucking
back on it, as I watched her slender tail accept the wide rubber cock.

Pulling this one out, I looked at her gaping rectum, which looked particularly
obscene surrounded by her slim cheeks. Now I grabbed the huge, black dildo.
Christy turned to look at me, eyes wide when she saw what I had.

“No, David, please . . .,” she whimpered, but I did not hear a sincere plea to
stop in her voice. Scooping out a big glob of Vaseline, I rubbed it on the
gigantic head of the black dildo. I placed this monster between her cheeks
and aimed it at her anus. It looked massive poised at the entrance to this
slender bottom. Pushing gently, I saw the dildo spread her anus, trying to
slide past her sphincter. It didn’t seem like it would fit, it was so big. I
pushed a little harder, and Christy whimpered as she tried to accept this
black monster up her butt. The head was halfway past her sphincter, but the
biggest part still had to go in.

“Relax, now, and pretend like you’re going to shit – push back,” I instructed
her.

Christy took a breath, then I felt her begin to push backward. The edges of
her anus flowered out around the dildo as she strained against it. Leaning
into it, I shoved the dildo forward, and all of a sudden the huge black head
slipped into her anus, her sphincter accepting the intruder and closing around
the base of the head. Christy yelped and shuddered, and I held still as I
looked at the wide black dildo buried in her behind, caressing her ass and
soothing her.

Pushing her legs further apart, I began to shove the big dildo into her rectum
again. Now it slid further in, very slowly, and Christy struggled and
squirmed as the monster slowly sank into her rear. I twisted and turned it as
I pushed, easing it in inch by inch, watching the wide black shaft stretching
her asshole open as it plunged up her small bottom. I began to fuck it in and
out now, and Christy began a low, continuous moan as her butt swallowed the
huge black rubber dick. Pulling out and thrusting in, her bottom was dragged
around by the motion as I pushed the dildo all the way into her ass. I could
not believe the sight of this 12″ long, 3″ wide rubber meat buried in her slim
behind.

“Unnnngggghhhh . . . ow OW OW . . . unnnnnhhhhghghgh” she grunted in pain and
pleasure, her butt stuffed full.

“Oh, Christy, the sight of this gigantic black dildo up your ass is making me
so hot I can’t stand it. You should see it, splitting your cheeks and filling
you up,” I told her. Her only response was a deep, animal moan.

I began vigorously fucking her with the dildo, pulling it’s length almost all
the way out, then shoving it all the way back in, repeating this over and
over, her slender bottom being pulled back and forth by the motion. She
yelped when I plunged it to the hilt up her rectum, and I left it there,
buried deep up her ass, and moved around the bed to face her. As I looked
back at the sight of the wide black dildo disappearing between her slim buns,
I pushed my erect cock into her gasping mouth. Reflexively, she began to suck
as I pushed my cock down her throat, and as I felt the warmth of her hot
throat grabbing my prick I immediately squirted my load into her mouth,
pumping in and out between her lips as my sperm flooded past her tonsils and
down into her throat.

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.