Cathy & Donna I
Catherine had a preoccupied air as she exchanged small talk with a couple of former students. She did not intend any impoliteness, but the truth was that her head was in whirl and she hardly knew what she was thinking or wanting – or rather, she knew what she wanted but was trying to escape the thought, for it was surely unthinkable! For all of her life she had been certain that she was entirely and absolutely heterosexual in orientation; she had only been interested in, and only had experience of sexual relations with men. Now, suddenly, she remembered when everything that she had taken for granted was thrown into doubt.
She drifted across the room, ending up at the table of snacks which was being tended by a very pretty redhead in the 11th grade ... what was her name? Good grief, was her memory going as well as her judgement and discretion! Oh, yes – Lauren -- she recalled in some relief. Cathy picked up a couple of the canapes and bit into one of them, thanking the girl by name. Cathy’s eyes were drawn to the student’s surprisingly visible nipples; Lauren had undone perhaps a button or two more of her white shirt than was quite proper – so, her hard nipples were on display, as well as the top of her bra.
Cathy swung away in some discomfiture, hoping that she had not been staring or that the girl had noticed. What is going on with me, she thought frantically; is this some kind of mid-life crisis? She felt a moistness between her legs as she looked across the room to the much younger woman, and her heart raced, her stomach did a flip-flop, and the warmth and wetness in her pussy suddenly grew. Cathy grasped a glass of the fizzy white wine from a nearby table, and leaned weakly against the wall of the room for a minute.
Cathy fell into a reverie, barely acknowledging the nods or greetings from students and staff who passed through her vicinity. Her mind went back to the Wednesday of the previous week, when it all began ...
Donnatella Bardini was a new teacher, only twenty-three and in her very first teaching position. Although there was nearly two decades of age difference between them, she and Cathy had hit it off at once, due to their common ground. Donna was a gymnast, specialising in the parallel bars, Cathy had also been a talented gymnast, and she had several cups and medals to prove it.
As Donna also taught the same subject – biology – it was inevitable that Cathy would be Donna’s probationary mentor. One day Donna wanted to show Cathy an idea for some improvements to the routines she was teaching to the 9th and 10th grades, and so she had booked the small gymnasium for the lunch hour. It was a warm and humid day, and in the adjacent female staff locker room, Donna changed into one of her lightest – and skimpiest – bodysuits. This was a sky-blue racerback leotard, cut high on the hips with a deep V crotch and a thong-style bottom which left her ass almost totally uncovered. Donna did not bother to put on exercise tights underneath. The svelte young woman took a moment to check herself out in the mirror, and was pleased with what she saw – the thin spandex fabric of the leotard clung tightly to her trim body, clearly showing the curves and nipples of her small breasts, and the bump of her mound.
Donna stepped into the small gymnasium which was used for athletics, and just as she did, Cathy entered from the main door into the outside corridor and locked the door. As Donna’s lithe form swung on the parallel, Cathy could not help but notice how tightly the bodysuit clung to Donna’s slim form, especially how it accentuated her pubic mound, to which her eye was irresistibly drawn by the plunging V-shape of the garment’s crotch. Cathy shook her head to clear away her interest in Donna’s.
As Donna finished the routine and completed some wind-down exercises, Cathy rose and walked across to join her. She complimented Donna on the clever simplicity of her suggested innovations, and the younger woman blushed very prettily with pleasure at this approval. They began discussing the finer details and Cathy was asking about one movement on the parallel bars, gesturing with her hand to illustrate a point, when she gave a sharp wince and rubbed her neck and shoulder.
‘Oh! Cathy – are you OK?’ enquired Donna, with genuine solicitude.
Cathy was touched by Donna’s warmth and concern. She explained that she had been over-ambitious the previous day when exercising and had pulled a muscle in her shoulder or back. At once, Donna offered to massage it; Cathy glanced at her watch – there was still nearly half an hour until the afternoon lessons began, and so with a smile she answered yes and thanked her.
Cathy laid face down on an exercise mat, and Donna knelt beside her and began to slowly but quite firmly rub the base of her neck and her shoulders, and then working her way down the top of her spine. Cathy enjoyed the attention and the soothing rhythm of Donna’s hands; they relaxed her and loosened a tension she had not realized that she had. It felt so good that she offered no objection when Donna whispered that Cathy’s dress was getting in the way and asked if she could unfasten the top. Donna unhooked the top fastening and unzipped the back of Cathy’s linen shift dress all the way down to the small of Cathy’s back, and then she peeled it away to each side off the older woman’s shoulders.
Donna’s fingertips touched Cathy’s smooth warm skin, running slowly down her backbone and then rising back faster with her nails pressing harder, giving a delicious tingly scratching effect. This was followed by circles around Cathy’s shoulder blades and then rubs over her shoulders, from front to back. The older teacher was soaking up the sensations and feeling that she could just float away. She was aware of Donna murmuring something, but it took her a moment to realize that she was saying that Cathy’s bra in the way.
“Mmmmm .... well ... get rid of it too, if you like ...” sighed Cathy, quite unwound and contented.
This was what Donna had been hoping for and working towards, and at once she unsnapped the backband and let it fall away from Cathy’s shoulders. After a few more minutes of peaceful contentment and murmurs of pleasure from the prone woman, Donna remarked:
‘Your legs look quite tensed up as well, you know – here, we’ve got plenty of time, I’ll do the full works, just as my old coach used to do for me – you’ll like it, you’ll see!’
Donna swung a leg over to sit straddling her back,. Calmly, Donna drew the hem of Cathy’s shift dress up to the top of her legs and then over her butt to bunch around her waist, and began to massage the backs of Cathy’s thighs, knees and calves. The delicious stimulation was such that Cathy had forgotten the original reason for the massage. She gave barely a murmur of surprise when Donna’s hands moved higher and began to knead her buttocks as well, and it seemed natural to spread her legs a little apart in response to the younger woman’s encouraging pressure.
Unusual sensations of a most delightful kind were washing through Cathy’s body. Donna whispered softly that she should turn onto her back so that the fronts of her legs could receive equal attention. Cathy rolled over, hardly caring that her dress had fallen from her top down to her midriff and pulled to her waist, so that her lingerie was now fully revealed – a pair of neat pink bikini panties and a matching full-cup T-shirt bra.
Cathy lay sprawled. As Donna leaned forward to massage Cathy’s thighs, her pubic mound, through the thin spandex leotard, rubbed across Cathy’s stomach. Donna’s trim and finely-honed ass was in front of her face. As Donna bent over to reach Cathy’s lower legs and knees the thin butt-strap of the bodysuit’s thong was pulled deep into the cleft of Donna’s ass-cheeks., almost disappearing from view.
Donna’s hands worked slowly up Cathy’s long legs, moving to the top of the Cathy’s inner thighs, and gently spread her legs even wider apart. Then her fingers for the first time stroked the crotch of Cathy’s panties, rubbing down the groove of her slit. Cathy Moaned softly – less like a protest and more like pleasure. Cathy was so unwound that it took her several seconds to realize what was causing these stimulating new sensations – and by then, somehow, she was not as shocked as she would previously have expected. Even so, she asked more in puzzlement:
‘Donna? ... Donna – what are you doing?’
‘Don’t worry, just relax and enjoy it – let it sweep you away! You’ll get a real glow, I can promise you that!’
Looking back on it now, Cathy still didn’t understand why she had not refused, had not stopped things there and then, when it should have obvious that a line had been crossed -- that this had become a seduction. But she hadn’t, and just let it all happen, letting her erotic current take charge.
Cathy sighed as Donna slid her pink panties down her legs, stretching to reach her ankles and pull them all the way off, her eyes fixed on the younger woman’s ass. She let Donna spread her legs wider, opening her pussy and shivered in excited pleasure as Donna’s fingers had caressed her pussy, stroking along her labia and then pressing into the suddenly gaping and moist slit between them. Cathy moaned, and her back arched as Donna’s fingers sent bursts of pleasure racing through her nervous system. Donna pulled her lips wider apart, then with one hand she rubbed Cathy’s clit while she slipped two fingers into her hole. As the fingers began to slide in and out of her pussy, Cathy began a series of gulping half-sobs which were interjected by high-pitched cries of “yes! yes – oh! Yes!” Her body began to jerk and tremble, and then with a sudden rush she experienced a shuddering, quaking orgasm, more profound and draining than any she had ever had.
As Cathy lay there, trying to catch her breath, Donna moved to lay on the mat at Cathy’s side, kissing her on the mouth whilst simultaneously caressing her sticky crotch. Then she moved her attention to Cathy’s breasts, which were now fully exposed, and began to lick around her aureoles and to sick and nibble on her nipples. Cathy, who had never previously had sex with a girl – lay stunned and amazed at what Donna was doing to her body and perplexed that she was enjoying this sex so much.
Cathy may never have been with a woman before, but she was certainly not sexually naive. She knew very well what would come next, how it would reach its climax. She also knew that she was going to do nothing to prevent it. Sure enough, Donna’s face moved downwards while reaching up to take their now stiff nipples in her hands instead. Her tongue teased Cathy’s bellybutton, trailing kisses across her naked torso, over her pelvis, and found her pussy.
Cathy’s back arched, and her hips thrust outwards, as Donna’s mouth clamped onto her slit and her tongue found her clit. Cathy’s hands were flat on the floor on either side, and she slapped her palms up and down against the rubber mat as her second orgasm washed over her. Unbelievably, it was even stronger and more intense than the previous one. Tremors rippled through her frame, and her head thrashed from side to side, an ululating moan escaping between her clenched teeth.
Donna raised her head from Cathy’s crotch, with such an expression of delight that a warm current of affection for her coursed through Cathy. With it, even more astonishingly, came a sudden bright erotic energy, as if some had suddenly flipped a switch and sent Cathy’s motor from gently idling to a racing roar. To her own astonishment, Cathy heard her own voice – but rougher, throatier, charged with passion and desire:
“I need to taste you; I want to eat your pussy now until I can make you come.”
Donna’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open – She had only a second to gasp an affirmative response before Cathy rolled over on top of her, putting Donna on her back. Cathy reached down and tugged the crotch of Donna’s leotard away from her pussy – revealing its smooth shaved skin. Cathy had never seen another woman’s pussy so up close before. She was fascinated by the shape and texture and smell. She began to rub her fingers up and down both sides of Donna’s pussy, before becoming emboldened enough to push her forefinger deeply into her. Encouraged by Donna’s cries of pleasure, Cathy’s fingers explored Donna’s pussy. She squeezed her pussy between her fingers, pinching Donn’s clit. Her fingers slid between Donna’s outer and inner lips as Donna’s hips began to rise and fall. Cathy could see Donna’s juices begin to seep from her slit, running down between her cheeks. Cathy unsnapped the crotch of Donna’s leotard, fully exposing her pussy. Then – taking her courage in both hands – she slid between Donna’s legs and for the first time ever, at the age of forty-one, she tasted another woman’s pussy. And she loved it; she took Donna’s clit between her teeth and sucked it, letting her teeth create friction. Donna’s moans became shorter and faster, turning into a sequence of soft cries. Donna’s legs began to shake as Cathy worked over her clit. She then slipped one finger, then two inside Donna, who let out a deep moan. Cathy’s fingers took up a rhythm matching the sucking of Donna’s clit. Donna’s moans became one long soft wail of lust. She was slick with perspiration as her body writhed under Cathy’s tongue and fingers. Then, suddenly, her lithe form went stiff as a gloriously intense orgasm tore through her and her pussy oozed come into Cathy’s mouth.
They collapsed into each other’s arms, murmuring endearments and exchanging compliments on how wonderful the other one had made them feel. Suddenly Cathy noticed her watch and gave a horrified squawk – there was hardly more than five minutes of the lunch period left! Time had certainly flown whilst they had been enjoying themselves, but it must be a secret, no one must discover or suspect, and so they hurried to get ready. There was not enough time to take a shower, and they were both aware that they would be having wet breasts and sticky damp pussies and panties as a constant reminder all afternoon! Quickly, they toweled down, pulled their underwear and outer clothes back on, stepped into their shoes, and washed their hands and faces. They had just managed this, and were running a comb rapidly through their hair, when the bell for afternoon classes sounded. As Donna and Cathy emerged from the small gymnasium, Cathy was still smoothing down her dress. And she knew she wanted to have sex with Donna again.
She drifted across the room, ending up at the table of snacks which was being tended by a very pretty redhead in the 11th grade ... what was her name? Good grief, was her memory going as well as her judgement and discretion! Oh, yes – Lauren -- she recalled in some relief. Cathy picked up a couple of the canapes and bit into one of them, thanking the girl by name. Cathy’s eyes were drawn to the student’s surprisingly visible nipples; Lauren had undone perhaps a button or two more of her white shirt than was quite proper – so, her hard nipples were on display, as well as the top of her bra.
Cathy swung away in some discomfiture, hoping that she had not been staring or that the girl had noticed. What is going on with me, she thought frantically; is this some kind of mid-life crisis? She felt a moistness between her legs as she looked across the room to the much younger woman, and her heart raced, her stomach did a flip-flop, and the warmth and wetness in her pussy suddenly grew. Cathy grasped a glass of the fizzy white wine from a nearby table, and leaned weakly against the wall of the room for a minute.
Cathy fell into a reverie, barely acknowledging the nods or greetings from students and staff who passed through her vicinity. Her mind went back to the Wednesday of the previous week, when it all began ...
Donnatella Bardini was a new teacher, only twenty-three and in her very first teaching position. Although there was nearly two decades of age difference between them, she and Cathy had hit it off at once, due to their common ground. Donna was a gymnast, specialising in the parallel bars, Cathy had also been a talented gymnast, and she had several cups and medals to prove it.
As Donna also taught the same subject – biology – it was inevitable that Cathy would be Donna’s probationary mentor. One day Donna wanted to show Cathy an idea for some improvements to the routines she was teaching to the 9th and 10th grades, and so she had booked the small gymnasium for the lunch hour. It was a warm and humid day, and in the adjacent female staff locker room, Donna changed into one of her lightest – and skimpiest – bodysuits. This was a sky-blue racerback leotard, cut high on the hips with a deep V crotch and a thong-style bottom which left her ass almost totally uncovered. Donna did not bother to put on exercise tights underneath. The svelte young woman took a moment to check herself out in the mirror, and was pleased with what she saw – the thin spandex fabric of the leotard clung tightly to her trim body, clearly showing the curves and nipples of her small breasts, and the bump of her mound.
Donna stepped into the small gymnasium which was used for athletics, and just as she did, Cathy entered from the main door into the outside corridor and locked the door. As Donna’s lithe form swung on the parallel, Cathy could not help but notice how tightly the bodysuit clung to Donna’s slim form, especially how it accentuated her pubic mound, to which her eye was irresistibly drawn by the plunging V-shape of the garment’s crotch. Cathy shook her head to clear away her interest in Donna’s.
As Donna finished the routine and completed some wind-down exercises, Cathy rose and walked across to join her. She complimented Donna on the clever simplicity of her suggested innovations, and the younger woman blushed very prettily with pleasure at this approval. They began discussing the finer details and Cathy was asking about one movement on the parallel bars, gesturing with her hand to illustrate a point, when she gave a sharp wince and rubbed her neck and shoulder.
‘Oh! Cathy – are you OK?’ enquired Donna, with genuine solicitude.
Cathy was touched by Donna’s warmth and concern. She explained that she had been over-ambitious the previous day when exercising and had pulled a muscle in her shoulder or back. At once, Donna offered to massage it; Cathy glanced at her watch – there was still nearly half an hour until the afternoon lessons began, and so with a smile she answered yes and thanked her.
Cathy laid face down on an exercise mat, and Donna knelt beside her and began to slowly but quite firmly rub the base of her neck and her shoulders, and then working her way down the top of her spine. Cathy enjoyed the attention and the soothing rhythm of Donna’s hands; they relaxed her and loosened a tension she had not realized that she had. It felt so good that she offered no objection when Donna whispered that Cathy’s dress was getting in the way and asked if she could unfasten the top. Donna unhooked the top fastening and unzipped the back of Cathy’s linen shift dress all the way down to the small of Cathy’s back, and then she peeled it away to each side off the older woman’s shoulders.
Donna’s fingertips touched Cathy’s smooth warm skin, running slowly down her backbone and then rising back faster with her nails pressing harder, giving a delicious tingly scratching effect. This was followed by circles around Cathy’s shoulder blades and then rubs over her shoulders, from front to back. The older teacher was soaking up the sensations and feeling that she could just float away. She was aware of Donna murmuring something, but it took her a moment to realize that she was saying that Cathy’s bra in the way.
“Mmmmm .... well ... get rid of it too, if you like ...” sighed Cathy, quite unwound and contented.
This was what Donna had been hoping for and working towards, and at once she unsnapped the backband and let it fall away from Cathy’s shoulders. After a few more minutes of peaceful contentment and murmurs of pleasure from the prone woman, Donna remarked:
‘Your legs look quite tensed up as well, you know – here, we’ve got plenty of time, I’ll do the full works, just as my old coach used to do for me – you’ll like it, you’ll see!’
Donna swung a leg over to sit straddling her back,. Calmly, Donna drew the hem of Cathy’s shift dress up to the top of her legs and then over her butt to bunch around her waist, and began to massage the backs of Cathy’s thighs, knees and calves. The delicious stimulation was such that Cathy had forgotten the original reason for the massage. She gave barely a murmur of surprise when Donna’s hands moved higher and began to knead her buttocks as well, and it seemed natural to spread her legs a little apart in response to the younger woman’s encouraging pressure.
Unusual sensations of a most delightful kind were washing through Cathy’s body. Donna whispered softly that she should turn onto her back so that the fronts of her legs could receive equal attention. Cathy rolled over, hardly caring that her dress had fallen from her top down to her midriff and pulled to her waist, so that her lingerie was now fully revealed – a pair of neat pink bikini panties and a matching full-cup T-shirt bra.
Cathy lay sprawled. As Donna leaned forward to massage Cathy’s thighs, her pubic mound, through the thin spandex leotard, rubbed across Cathy’s stomach. Donna’s trim and finely-honed ass was in front of her face. As Donna bent over to reach Cathy’s lower legs and knees the thin butt-strap of the bodysuit’s thong was pulled deep into the cleft of Donna’s ass-cheeks., almost disappearing from view.
Donna’s hands worked slowly up Cathy’s long legs, moving to the top of the Cathy’s inner thighs, and gently spread her legs even wider apart. Then her fingers for the first time stroked the crotch of Cathy’s panties, rubbing down the groove of her slit. Cathy Moaned softly – less like a protest and more like pleasure. Cathy was so unwound that it took her several seconds to realize what was causing these stimulating new sensations – and by then, somehow, she was not as shocked as she would previously have expected. Even so, she asked more in puzzlement:
‘Donna? ... Donna – what are you doing?’
‘Don’t worry, just relax and enjoy it – let it sweep you away! You’ll get a real glow, I can promise you that!’
Looking back on it now, Cathy still didn’t understand why she had not refused, had not stopped things there and then, when it should have obvious that a line had been crossed -- that this had become a seduction. But she hadn’t, and just let it all happen, letting her erotic current take charge.
Cathy sighed as Donna slid her pink panties down her legs, stretching to reach her ankles and pull them all the way off, her eyes fixed on the younger woman’s ass. She let Donna spread her legs wider, opening her pussy and shivered in excited pleasure as Donna’s fingers had caressed her pussy, stroking along her labia and then pressing into the suddenly gaping and moist slit between them. Cathy moaned, and her back arched as Donna’s fingers sent bursts of pleasure racing through her nervous system. Donna pulled her lips wider apart, then with one hand she rubbed Cathy’s clit while she slipped two fingers into her hole. As the fingers began to slide in and out of her pussy, Cathy began a series of gulping half-sobs which were interjected by high-pitched cries of “yes! yes – oh! Yes!” Her body began to jerk and tremble, and then with a sudden rush she experienced a shuddering, quaking orgasm, more profound and draining than any she had ever had.
As Cathy lay there, trying to catch her breath, Donna moved to lay on the mat at Cathy’s side, kissing her on the mouth whilst simultaneously caressing her sticky crotch. Then she moved her attention to Cathy’s breasts, which were now fully exposed, and began to lick around her aureoles and to sick and nibble on her nipples. Cathy, who had never previously had sex with a girl – lay stunned and amazed at what Donna was doing to her body and perplexed that she was enjoying this sex so much.
Cathy may never have been with a woman before, but she was certainly not sexually naive. She knew very well what would come next, how it would reach its climax. She also knew that she was going to do nothing to prevent it. Sure enough, Donna’s face moved downwards while reaching up to take their now stiff nipples in her hands instead. Her tongue teased Cathy’s bellybutton, trailing kisses across her naked torso, over her pelvis, and found her pussy.
Cathy’s back arched, and her hips thrust outwards, as Donna’s mouth clamped onto her slit and her tongue found her clit. Cathy’s hands were flat on the floor on either side, and she slapped her palms up and down against the rubber mat as her second orgasm washed over her. Unbelievably, it was even stronger and more intense than the previous one. Tremors rippled through her frame, and her head thrashed from side to side, an ululating moan escaping between her clenched teeth.
Donna raised her head from Cathy’s crotch, with such an expression of delight that a warm current of affection for her coursed through Cathy. With it, even more astonishingly, came a sudden bright erotic energy, as if some had suddenly flipped a switch and sent Cathy’s motor from gently idling to a racing roar. To her own astonishment, Cathy heard her own voice – but rougher, throatier, charged with passion and desire:
“I need to taste you; I want to eat your pussy now until I can make you come.”
Donna’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open – She had only a second to gasp an affirmative response before Cathy rolled over on top of her, putting Donna on her back. Cathy reached down and tugged the crotch of Donna’s leotard away from her pussy – revealing its smooth shaved skin. Cathy had never seen another woman’s pussy so up close before. She was fascinated by the shape and texture and smell. She began to rub her fingers up and down both sides of Donna’s pussy, before becoming emboldened enough to push her forefinger deeply into her. Encouraged by Donna’s cries of pleasure, Cathy’s fingers explored Donna’s pussy. She squeezed her pussy between her fingers, pinching Donn’s clit. Her fingers slid between Donna’s outer and inner lips as Donna’s hips began to rise and fall. Cathy could see Donna’s juices begin to seep from her slit, running down between her cheeks. Cathy unsnapped the crotch of Donna’s leotard, fully exposing her pussy. Then – taking her courage in both hands – she slid between Donna’s legs and for the first time ever, at the age of forty-one, she tasted another woman’s pussy. And she loved it; she took Donna’s clit between her teeth and sucked it, letting her teeth create friction. Donna’s moans became shorter and faster, turning into a sequence of soft cries. Donna’s legs began to shake as Cathy worked over her clit. She then slipped one finger, then two inside Donna, who let out a deep moan. Cathy’s fingers took up a rhythm matching the sucking of Donna’s clit. Donna’s moans became one long soft wail of lust. She was slick with perspiration as her body writhed under Cathy’s tongue and fingers. Then, suddenly, her lithe form went stiff as a gloriously intense orgasm tore through her and her pussy oozed come into Cathy’s mouth.
They collapsed into each other’s arms, murmuring endearments and exchanging compliments on how wonderful the other one had made them feel. Suddenly Cathy noticed her watch and gave a horrified squawk – there was hardly more than five minutes of the lunch period left! Time had certainly flown whilst they had been enjoying themselves, but it must be a secret, no one must discover or suspect, and so they hurried to get ready. There was not enough time to take a shower, and they were both aware that they would be having wet breasts and sticky damp pussies and panties as a constant reminder all afternoon! Quickly, they toweled down, pulled their underwear and outer clothes back on, stepped into their shoes, and washed their hands and faces. They had just managed this, and were running a comb rapidly through their hair, when the bell for afternoon classes sounded. As Donna and Cathy emerged from the small gymnasium, Cathy was still smoothing down her dress. And she knew she wanted to have sex with Donna again.
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