2,4,6,8 you can watch us masterbate.

Cindy was a dyke. Proud of it too, to many lesbians shied away, were nervous to embrace it. Not Cindy, she was a carpet munching dyke and she couldnt be happier. Sure she had plenty of male admirers. Men were weak and her body was tight yet curvy, her short black hair, butch yet on her it was sexy and still feminine. But they would never experience the pleasure.

Several parents had been worried, more than one stay at home mom feared the corrupting influence of the bull dyke cheerleading coach. But Cindy wasn't about that. Her students were off limits, to her and any other predator (several of those bored housewives found themselves easy targets though, no longer anti lesbian, and certainly more hesitant to crawl back to their marital bed). Her assistant Lauren though, was different.

Graduated, mature. Sexy as hell, and already 3 fingers deep into her pussy. Cindy didn't know how it happened, she hadnt planned to begin the seduction for months, hell she hadnt been prey herself in years. But here she was, moaning in her office one leg on her chair as her blond assistant gave her an expert jilling. Looking at her sweatshorts pushed aside and the gleaming fingers only made her more randy. And when those fingers dissapeared in Laurens mouth she groaned. Drooling as Lauren dipped a hand into her own shorts.

"Mmmmm, Coach you are delicious. I'm gonna eat you up." Lauren offers the fingers to the diehard lesbian the smell of the 20 something slut turning her mad with lust. "Tonight." She finishes, withdrawing her cumcovered digits at the last second. Straightening and fixing her clothes. "My place, date. Family out of town. I want you on my childhood bed, surrounded by my boyband posters, pink sheets, and stuffed animals.... Deal?"

"Sure lover." Cindy purred softly, trying to maintain composure and regain control. "What could be the harm in that?"