She unlocked the door that connected to the pupils’ changing room and showers, and as I gathered up my gear and scuttled through, I wondered whether she meant the fencing or the fucking? XXX energetic ones, too … – our blades made a sharp metallic sound as they clashed together. Miss Champney gave a final flick of her fingers on my clit, sending further orgasmic shivers through me, and then she reared upwards, squatting her cunt on my face. I’m not usually the submissive sexual partner – in fact, I believe in the principle that it is better to give than to receive, and I particularly get off on fucking other girls this way, but with a good-looking experienced dyke like Miss Champney, I love to surrender myself and get really shafted, really drilled – the harder, almost the rougher, the better.
