The Fencing Foil and the Art of Seduction

My foil clashed with Miss Champney’s, the sound of our blades ringing out through the empty gymnasium. I lunged and parried, our movements swift and precise. But I overextended myself, leaving an opening that she was quick to exploit.

“I submit,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked up at her. It was a signal that I had practised enough and was ready to move on to something else.

Miss Champney nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. She stepped back, her foil still held in front of her, and saluted me with a formal gesture. I removed my helmet and placed it on the floor beside my foil, my heart racing with anticipation.

I sank to one knee, looking down at the wooden floor as I waited for her cue. It wasn’t long before I felt the tip of her foil touch my chest, circling my nipple before moving on to its neighbor. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she teased me, my body responding to her touch.

I knew that I was an attractive girl, and I had no qualms about flaunting it. I was tall, with long legs and a slender build that was perfect for fencing. My hair was dark and wavy, and my breasts were full and rounded. I had a confident air about me, and I knew that I could hold my own in any situation.

Miss Champney was a different story altogether. She was tall and slender, with short blonde hair and a quiet confidence that was both captivating and intimidating. Her breasts were small, but perfectly proportioned to her body, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of desire as I looked at her.

“I think you’re ready for the next part of our lesson,” she said, her voice low and husky. I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. She stepped back, her foil still held in front of her, and then snapped it up between my legs. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me as she gave me a double tap, her eyes locked on mine.

I quickly discarded my remaining clothes, my body responding to her touch. I handed her foil back to her, and then reached for her helmet, removing it and unbuckling her tunic. She stood still, her eyes never leaving mine, as I revealed her to me.

Her breasts were small, but perfectly proportioned to her body. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of desire as I looked at her, my lips parting as I leaned in to kiss her nipple. She tasted sweet, her skin soft and responsive to my touch.

I sucked her nipple, my tongue swirling around it as I teased her. She moaned, her body responding to my touch, and I knew that I had her right where I wanted her. I transferred my attentions to her other breast, my hand still massaging her first nipple as I kissed her.

She gave me a signal, a firm pressure on my shoulders that told me to move on. I dropped to my haunches, my face level with her cunt. I admired her lean flanks and trim hips, my lips parting as I leaned in to kiss her.

I gave her a soft kiss on her outer labia, a kiss of greeting and reverence. Then I became more purposeful, my tongue thrusting into her vagina as I delved deeper. I swept upwards, seeking the treasure trove of her clit, my lips fastening around her pussy with limpet-like determination.

I sucked her, my tongue plunging into her and then pulling out as I teased her. She moaned, her body responding to my touch, and I knew that I had her right where I wanted her.

Miss Champney’s composure began to slip, a sight that only added to my own excitement. I reveled in the power I held over her, the control I wielded as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy. Her hips jerked in counter-response to my oral ministrations, her breath catching in ragged gasps. She reached for my shoulders, her touch a steadying influence as she teetered on the edge of release.

And then, in an instant, it happened. Miss Champney let out a harsh cry, her hands grasping my head as she pulled me into her depths. The sensation was intense, my nose buried in the top of her vaginal cleft, my tongue curled up for greater penetration. I nuzzled her swollen nub, feeling her muscles lock into rigidity as she came. The taste of her juices exploded on my tongue, a sharp and salty flavor that left me wanting more.

As I finished, Miss Champney spoke her first words since our fencing bout.

“Thank you, Becky, that was very nice indeed. Now, take up your position!”

I scrambled to obey, lying down on the mat and spreading my legs apart. Miss Champney straddled me, her mouth descending onto my cunt as she took up the classic 69 position. Her fingers and mouth worked in tandem, stimulating my vagina and clit with expert precision. I reached up to wrap my arms around her thighs, pulling her pussy closer to my mouth as I began my second session of cunnilingus.

I was the first to come, Miss Champney’s touch playing me like a fine instrument. My body jerked and spasmed, my legs flopping apart as I rode out the waves of pleasure. Miss Champney gave one final flick of her fingers, sending shivers through me before she reared up and squatted on my face. Her hands went to her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples as she rocked back and forth, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

I managed to insert two fingers into her pussy, feeling her shift back to allow me deeper penetration. I pistoned them in and out of her sex-hole, my mouth devouring her clit as she climaxed again. This time, her release was just as intense, her body trembling with pleasure as she rode out the waves.

Miss Champney climbed off me, bending to give me a soft kiss. Her hand traced down my body, caressing my breasts and then stroking my pussy. I purred like a contented cat, feeling the warmth spread through me. And then, with a nod, she stood up and reached for a new kind of weapon.

She buckled on a strap-on harness, the fake phallus glinting in the light. I arched my back in response as she plunged it into me, feeling the full length of the dildo stretch me wide. Miss Champney kept up a steady stroke, her rhythm smooth and efficient. I loved this position, being taken from behind by an older woman. I surrendered myself to her, feeling the rougher strokes send shivers through me.

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I felt myself building towards climax. My mouth gaped open, my eyes glazed as I stared forward. And then, in an instant, I came. My body collapsed, my joints turning to water as I rode out the waves of pleasure. Miss Champney leaned forward, kissing me softly before withdrawing the dildo and giving me a playful slap on the ass.

“Good girl,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “You’re improving.”