Lesbian Submission! (with a Student?)

Purely by coincidence, Professor Amanda Bell met one of her Literature students on the mat during a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class for beginners. During the past 10 years, she taught students in a university setting; now she was actually about to grapple with one.

Her usual academic attire was typically a dowdy skirt and blouse combination. Now she was currently barefoot and dressed in a grappling gi. Stepping onto the mat, she was shocked to see one of her students, dressed the same way.

"Hi Dr. Bell! Is this your first time rolling?" Mei Wu asked, while crouching to get into position.

Amanda forced an awkward smile. "It's actually my third time rolling. I've only trained drills for a few months."

"This will be fun," Mei replied with an open and genuine smile.

At that moment, Amanda regretted switching from early morning weekend classes to weeknights. Even before the Jiu-Jitsu Instructor called for action, Amanda felt uneasy. Sure, for a woman in her mid-30's, she was in great condition. But her body was built for long distance running as opposed to grappling; she lacked upper body strength.

On the other hand, the Literature student was in her early 20's and looked like a feminine ball of youthful energy. Mei's raven black hair was tied in a ponytail and the girl was ready for action. Her body was long and slender, but toned by years of competitive sports.

Amanda was plagued by one overriding concern... what if she lost to her student? Surely it would surely be embarrassing, even though this was not a campus related academic activity. Professors are supposed to guide and mentor their students, not struggle for physical domination.

Noting the playful smile on Mei's face, it was clear the student viewed it as a friendly match. Amanda was determined to keep this light and focus on fitness, rather than competition.

"5 minutes!" the Instructor called out, in his deep booming deep voice touched by a Brazilian accent. "Then alternate partners. Ready!? Go!"

The buzzer rang in the gym, and while they were both crouched in position, Mei slowly approached with her hands out.

Once they locked horns, Amanda immediately realized she was totally outmatched by her Asian student. Using every technique she had, Amanda managed to put Mei on her back, making the student smile in appreciation.

"Nice one," Mei said, enjoying the gamesmanship while in the bottom position.

Amanda, on top, tried to act natural. "Thank you."

Sure enough, just as the Professor recovered energy from the physical endeavor, Mei swung her legs up and went to an armbar, quickly and with grace. Amanda used basic maneuvers to shimmy her way out, but the submission was methodical. A slight amount of pressure was applied to her joint and it was over.

Her student was so good it seemed effortless.

Amanda had no choice but to tap her student's thigh. Defeat was signaled, and when the submission was released, Amanda tried to hide her embarrassment as she peered at the grinning student beneath her.

"You're so talented," Amanda said, taking a breather.

Mei remained flat on the mat. "Mind if we stay in this spot?"

"You like the bottom position?"

Mei nodded. "My legs are flexible and I'm working on my full guard techniques. Let's go again, if you don't mind."

They shook hands and resumed their grappling. With the student content on her back, Amanda's only option was to go for a submission by way of passing guard and getting side control.

Sadly, the result was likely to be the same. Mei was stronger and more experienced. Amanda struggled when the contest seemed futile, sweat forming along her brows.

"Watch for my triangle," Mei cautioned in the middle of a scramble.

The warning seemed pointless, since the Professor was outmatched. Legs were thrown up and Amanda found herself in a humiliating position, while one of her brightest students applied a choke. Mei's athletic thighs wrapped around Amanda's neck and shoulders, then squeezed.

Just like that, Amanda tapped again. The palm of her hand patted her student's thigh three times.

Thankfully, the legs released immediately and Amanda could once again breathe.

Mei sat upright. "Going easy on me, Professor? It's okay, I can handle it."

Mercifully, the buzzer rang, and the BJJ Instructor called for everyone to change grappling partners.

"Alternate! Grab a new partner and go again," he called, with his voice echoing in the gym. "Go! Go! Go!"

The women looked at each other.

"Thanks Professor, I hope we get another chance to grapple," Mei said, offering the traditional handshake before switching partners.

Locking eyes as their hands touched, they both lingered. Amanda was struck by the warmth of Mei's brown eyes and her relaxed manner; she was confident but not cocky. Mei's youthful enthusiasm for the sport put Amanda at ease in what could have easily been an awkward situation and for that she was grateful. But Amanda couldn't help but wonder, were they now rivals on the mat, or were they becoming friends?

Amanda was relieved after making it back to the female locker room at the conclusion of class. Like everyone else, she was covered in sweat as she sat on the bench preparing for a shower. Still barefoot and in her gi, she checked the messages on her phone. There was an invitation to a retirement party for another faculty member, which she hoped to attend. And as usual, there were several emails from students regarding assignments.

"This is much different than Literature studies, right?" Mei called out, with her ever present smile.

By coincidence, Mei had walked in front of Amanda's locker. The student held a large white towel, bath sponge, and shower gel. She wore a black sports bra with pink lining and matching workout shorts that were form fitting.

Amanda couldn't help but admire the student's body. Not only was she incredibly toned, her flawless skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

"Well, this is far more exhilarating," Amanda said, putting down her phone. "No one ever snoozes through a BJJ class."

Mei laughed. "People can pass out in BJJ... from being choked. But I've never seen anyone take a nap during your lecture."

"Trust me, I notice a lot of things."

There was a moment of silence, as they both looked towards the single empty shower stall, thinking the exact same thing.

Mei gestured towards the shower. "So.... there's one left. What should we do?"

"You go ahead. I have some messages to check and can wait a bit."

"Oh, okay. I'll be super quick, Professor Bell."

With that, the student hurried into the open-space shower with several other naked women. She saw Mei's quickly strip out of her skimpy clothes and hang them on a rack before entering the shower, naked. Amanda knew it was wrong to stare at her student's backside, but for some reason was unable to stop.

There was no doubt about it; Mei's body was an enticing sculpture. Athletic with the right degree of feminine curves. Releasing her long dark hair from the tie, it draped her back in gentle waves as Mei walked forward into the water.

Entranced, Amanda was thankful her student hadn't looked back, otherwise she would have been caught peeping. She knew later that night, while lying exhausted in bed, the image of Mei's hypnotic backside would spring to mind as she masturbated.

The next day, Professor Bell gave a lecture while Mei sat in the front row. It was difficult to concentrate on discussing a book by Toni Morrison, when the student who had cranked her arm and wrangled her neck was sitting nearby. It was nearly impossible to force back her dirty thoughts about Mei's naked backside.

Nonetheless, she was a professional.

Class ended and students made their way out of the lecture hall. As usual, there were a few that hung around, asking questions about the next essay. Unsurprisingly, Mei was one of those students and stood at the end of the line, patiently awaiting her turn.

When all the students had departed, it was just them. Mei ended up asking a superfluous question. Amanda suspected it was just an excuse to stay behind and have a private.

"I'll see you next week," Professor Bell smiled graciously.

Mei cocked her head. "Does that mean you're not going to Jiu-Jitsu tomorrow night?"

It was the dreaded moment and Amanda was torn. Her plan had been to discreetly revert back to weekend classes, if not drop out altogether. A fellow faculty member advised her that dropping out was the best approach, since grappling leaves one prone to injury. Amanda already felt some aching in her joints.

"I'll be there," Amanda replied with a forced confidence. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Oh, that's great. I guess that means we'll have a rematch?"

Immediately, Amanda flashbacked to the moment Mei made her submit. Though trying to ignore it, her pussy clenched at the memory.

Finally, she knew it was time to drop the charade. There was no way she could return to the evening class if Mei was going to be there, as well.

"Ms. Wu, to be honest, I don't know if it's a good fit for me."

"Why?" Mei was perplexed.

"My joints ache. And I probably shouldn't be rolling around on the floor with any of my students."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Mei replied, looking sheepish. "I'm sure with practice you'll be more efficient and effective. Jiu-Jitsu is hard at first, but with enough work, it becomes a lot of fun."

"I'm more of a runner, to tell you the truth. The only reason I tried BJJ was because a friend recommended it as a way to clear my mind."

"Oh, nothing serious I hope."

"Just my divorce," Professor Bell shrugged. "Apparently grappling is supposed to be a good stress reliever. In many ways it is, since it requires total focus and by the end of class I'm too exhausted to feel sorry for myself. But it's also tough on my body."

The candid admission had Amanda feeling a bit uncomfortable. She wasn't in the habit of discussing her personal life with students. In some ways, it felt good to get it off her chest and share her burden with the younger woman. But Amanda's real motivation was to relieve Mei of any guilt she might feel about her exit from the class.

As it turned out, Amanda's plan backfired.

"I'll be more gentle," Mei said. "Let me teach you some moves. BJJ will be a great stress reliever if you stick with it. Please keep coming to class and we can train together. You deserve to be happy."

Amazed by the tenacity and drive in her student, the Professor recognized Mei as the best kind of fighter. She displayed honor, respect, and consideration. Overall, Mei was a rare gem in the current generation of university students.

Impressive, Amanda thought.

"That's very sweet of you to say," Professor Bell noted, curious about the offer.

"It's true, I want to help. I mean, the Jiu-Jitsu instructor is a great guy, really knowledgeable about moves and techniques. But there are so many students in the class, it's easy to get lost in the shuffle. And I think you might learn faster from a woman. Different methods work better for our bodies."

"That's true. This is my first attempt at a contact sport."

Mei nodded in sympathy. "I'm used to it. I did a little Taekwondo and Judo when I was young. It made it easier for me to pick up Jiu-Jitsu."

"Ah, that makes sense. You're a natural when it comes to moving your body around your opponent. And you seem happy making others submit through pain."

Mei laughed. "No way, I DO NOT enjoy hurting people! Well, okay, after several hours of school work, choking someone with my legs is a great way to blow off steam. But I always feel guilty after class."

They were both thoroughly amused by the bizarre sounding admission.

"It doesn't sound like you feel guilty," Professor Bell joked.

"Okay, maybe not always."

"You see, this is what I mean. You're a seasoned martial artist, and I'm a woman who enjoys long runs. We're not equally matched. There are only a few women in the class who I could actually submit. For the most part, I'm rag doll on the mat."

"I'll let you submit me."

Amanda was taken aback by the comment, picking up on the possible innuendo. Squinting, she searched Mei's face for a clue as to whether it was unintended. The student's eyes crinkled in amusement and Amanda was left uncertain.

"You will?"

"We can go 50/50," Mei offered, shrugging. "I'm serious. I'll give you freebies on the mat and correct your errors. You'll get better. Plus we'll have a great time rolling on the ground."

Once again, Amanda did a double take, unsure if she was picking up on vibes that simply weren't there. Since the divorce, her sex life had greatly suffered. Was she now so desperate that she was seeing unintended come-ons?

Feeling silly, she shook off her errant thoughts, "I have to admit, it was a great workout. My muscles feel more toned since I started the class."

"Then it's a study date," Mei smiled. "But let's be honest about the other thing. It was a little awkward at the end."

Professor Bell slowly nodded in agreement. "The shower situation."

"Should we take turns going first? I'll hang out in the gym while you shower, then use it when you're done."

"Maybe we shouldn't overthink it."

Mei smiled and giggled. "You're right. We're both adults and there's no reason to act that way. I'm used to showering with other women. It's not a big deal to me."

That wasn't exactly what Amanda meant and she had mixed feelings about being naked in the shower along with one of her brightest students.

Friday sessions are always 'light grappling' days, with less pressure to submit your opponent. Typically, partners stay together through the entire class, while the BJJ Instructor casually walks around looking for flaws and fielding questions.

This time Amanda was on the bottom with her legs in the air, wrapped loosely around Mei's torso. As a result, their faces were mere inches apart, making conversation easy.

"Triangle choke me," Mei said, holding her vulnerable position. "I'll struggle and resist a bit to get a sense of your offensive technique."

"I'm not very good, but here it goes."

Surely, this was against University police. But this wasn't a school sponsored class; they were in a private BJJ Academy. School regulations wouldn't apply in this setting.

Attempting to squeeze her legs around the student's neck should have made Amanda uncomfortable. However, she found it arousing. Her runner's legs worked hard to pin Mei's upper body in a compromised position. Using newly learned techniques to the best of her ability, she successfully wrapped her legs firmly around Mei's neck. The submission was a sure thing.

"Are you going to tap?" Amanda asked, feeling victorious.

Mei struggled to speak. "Make me."

It was a challenge for Amanda to dig deep and find her killer instinct. As an educator, her livelihood involved helping young people achieve their goals. Now, she was attempting to choke a student who could very well become a future Valedictorian.

When she squeezed her legs around Mei's neck, the student tapped and Amanda released the choke.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" Amanda said with concern.

Mei caught her breath and smiled. "Are you kidding? You did great! What a rush."

It certainly was; however Amanda's rush was more sexually based. Having had no previous experience with women, she was stunned to realize her pussy was practically weeping when the young, athletic student lay trapped between her legs. The fact that Mei was an all-around sweetheart only made this domination more fulfilling.

Amanda hoped the aromas emanating from her pussy wouldn't be obvious to Mei.

"Thank you," Amanda said humbly. "I know you let me win, but it felt really good."

Mei stretched while rubbing her neck. "Shall we try again? Or are you ready for equal terms?"

Fair was fair, Amanda thought. Sadly, it meant that she'd get her ass kicked. Although, that didn't sound like such a bad idea.

"Let's do a light roll," Amanda said.

"You're on."

They squared up after a quick rest and got into position. A primal urge surfaced in Amanda when they locked horns, which was highly unusual. It wasn't about appearances, reputation or social status. Rather, it was an eruption of a previously dormant drive to battle for supremacy. The two exhausted women wrestled intimately on the sweaty mat, each trying to submit the other.

Passing by, the BJJ Instructor liked what he saw and said, "Nice job ladies," before turning his attention towards other students in the gym.

As expected, the student won and Amanda found herself on the bottom position, once again. Mei was able to secure side-control, which is a highly advantageous position.

"No more being nice," Mei teased, intertwining her arms with the Professor's. "You'll get a kimura if you don't get out."

Their faces were close enough that each felt a tickle as the other exhaled. Amanda struggled, but her arm strength was nowhere near that of Mei.

"I can't get out," Amanda sighed in defeat.

"Don't make me motivate you," Mei threatened.

Amanda wiggled without conviction. "I'm close to tapping. I can't get out."

With their arms still tangled, Mei moved her face even closer to the Professor's. Their eyes and lips were mere inches apart.

"I mean it," Mei warned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Find a way out. You have plenty of room to escape. Find it, or you'll be punished."

Amanda merely flailed. Yes, there was space, but her technique hadn't been honed. In defeat, she went limp.

"I can't," Amanda sighed, fully expecting her arm to be cranked by the student.

"Here comes your punishment."

Amanda's eyes looked up at Mei and the ceiling. Waiting for Mei, she planned to tap right away and signal her defeat.

Instead, the 'punishment' came in a much different form. While Amanda lay helpless, Mei bent down and licked her chin. The beautiful student's tongue actually made contact with her face! Amanda didn't turn her head, but struggled and tried to get loose. When that failed, she just relaxed. The warm, wet feel of Mei's tongue against her face caused Amanda to gasp.

"Ready to try again?" Mei asked.

Amanda breathed deeply. "What are you doing? Let me up, this instant."

"Wrong answer, Professor Bell."

Mei went in for a second pass, with puckered lips. Amanda froze, letting nature take its course. As if in slow motion, their lips met and they actually kissed. At first, it was a quick peck, then two. Finally, the contact blossomed into a full-blown kiss, just short of passionate, but with definite tongue involvement.

This was Amanda's first girl-on-girl kiss and she wondered if it was true for Mei, as well.

Amanda's physical exhaustion made the mental surrender even sweeter. Mei was in control and confident enough to put the older woman at ease. Her sweet nature, good humor and self-assurance called to a deep need in Amanda. The physical trauma of the grappling seemed worth the effort at this point.

Realistically, this illicit show of attraction would soon have to end before they were caught. Moaning, Amanda was getting ready to tap out, but Mei was a step ahead and pulled away.

Amanda looked around the room to see if they had been caught. She was relieved to see they were not the subject of ogling eyes.

"I..." Amanda started off.

"Time!" the Instructor hollered to the group with pride in his voice. "Great job everyone. You all showed great effort and passion on the mat. See you all next week."

Mei's eyes flashed with amusement. "You heard the man. Class is over."

When Mei stood, she offered a helping hand, which Amanda gladly accepted.

Amanda inwardly cringed at the thought of shower time, feeling more uncomfortable about what would happen next. While the class stretched on the mat, all Amanda could think about was seeing Mei's naked body again.

Together, they ambled to the locker room and discussed the class, covered in sweat. Splitting up, Amanda went to undress in front of her locker, thinking she'd shower first. She typically liked to take her time after such an exhausting activity, but she didn't want to be rude to her student.

As she hustled to get her things for her shower, Mei walked over to her, wearing only a towel.

"It's Friday and I'm whipped," Mei said. "How does the sauna sound?"

Amanda, feeling equally spent, loved the idea. She had never tried the gym sauna here. Knowing they would be wearing towels, while lounging in the steam room, piqued her interest.

"I'd be up for that," Amanda replied.

"Good, there's plenty of space." Mei handed her a towel.

Amanda paused after grabbing the towel, when it became clear Mei intended to wait while she changed. The Professor turned around and pulled off her sports bra, then immediately fastened the towel over her chest. Then she reached down to remove her loose fitting pants and underwear.

Now, they were both naked under their large white towels.

Since it was a Friday evening, only one other older woman sat in the usually crowded sauna. Closing her eyes, Amanda enjoyed the hot steam.

Peering under barely open eyes, Amanda noticed Mei's towel had loosened and revealed the side of her small breast. Was it on purpose? Possibly.

"I must have lost five pounds of sweat," Mei smirked as she spoke. "Between the class and this steam, yikes. I'll definitely need to eat, later."

Amanda nodded. "I really needed this after the battle we waged on the mat. Thank you for suggesting this."

"I'm going to be stiff as a board later."

Amanda playfully scoffed. "Later? I'm stiff now, from how you handled me."

"I'm sorry."

With her body completely at rest and her eyes closed, Amanda barely felt the light touch of Mei's hand as it settled on her knee. It was the first time in Amanda's career that she had been touched by a student in such an intimate way. Sure, she had given and received scores of hugs and handshakes over the years. But this was placed with the intention of conveying sexual interest.

Twisting her head to the side, Amanda looked at the student with a mixture of confusion and hope. Mei, looking pleased, seemed unconcerned about the other woman in the sauna.

"Why are you doing this?" Amanda asked, hoping the comment would appear vague to the other woman.

"Your courage is beautiful," Mei replied. "Strength is an attractive quality."

As if on cue, the older woman rose and walked towards the door.

"I must say," the older woman commented as she passed. "You two make a darling couple. I watched you on the mat together and your chemistry is undeniable. Have fun, ladies."

"How very kind of you," Mei replied to the woman, as her fingers trailed down between Amanda's thighs.

The woman smiled graciously and left them alone.

While Amanda was mortified, Mei giggled, heartily.

"Come on, lighten up," Mei insisted. "It's a Friday."

Amanda decided to be blunt. "But your hand is on my thigh."

"Does it bother you?" Mei asked, taking her hand away

"No, no, it's just, you're my student."

"We're not in class. Is there a university policy against this?"

Amanda wondered what Mei was referring to. A policy against physical touching? Or... intimate relations? It was far too awkward to seek clarity.

"It's complicated," Amanda replied.

"I like the way you look at me, and the way your legs feel when they're wrapped around my body."

Amanda was thoroughly mortified by the assertion, even though she felt the same way. Studying Mei's serious countenance, she was sure the student was ready for more action.

"I'm your professor," Amanda said, her voice hoarse.

"We're in the same Jiu-Jitsu Academy and train together. The university has nothing to do with this. It's between us. Tell me what you think."

"I think my legs are sore."

"As your training partner, I can help with that," Mei offered.

Amanda, fearful that her student smelled the aroma emanating from her wet pussy, carefully considered her reply.

"You can help as a training partner," Amanda offered. "Not as my student."

"Well, as your dominant training partner, I'm sure your arms ache after what I put them through."

Amanda smiled and extended her arms. "Mostly around my shoulders."

For a few shorts minutes, Amanda enjoyed Mei's massage. The student's fingers dug deeply into the knotted muscles as she spoke in soothing tones about learning these techniques from elders in the Asian-American community. Tension and reluctance slowly left Amanda's body.

"That's divine," Amanda murmured.

"Are you sore elsewhere?"

"I'm almost afraid to tell you."

Mei curled a finger under Amanda jaw and tipped her head up so that their eyes met. "Tell me."

The control Mei wielded over Amanda came naturally, she had no choice but to reply, "My thighs. Wrestling is tough on my inner thighs."

"I will soothe your discomfort, on one condition."

"Which is?" Amanda asked, shyly.

"Close your eyes. You're very bashful, and I can sometimes feel shy. We can be more relaxed this way."

Amanda saw a spark in Mei's eyes. She recognized it immediately for what it was-- lust. At that moment, excitement overcame doubt. Amanda wondered where this would lead.

Closing her eyes, she was eager to find out.

"Good choice," Mei said. "This will do, for now."

Amanda sensed her student rise and heard the sound of a towel landing on the bench. Was Mei naked? Amanda's heart raced.

Amanda's leg's dangled off the bench and her feet rested on the floor. The Professor soon felt hands settle on both feet. Ever so softly, the tips of her student's fingers began to caress the sensitive skin.

Squirming slightly, Amanda breathed deep as the insistent hands moved up to encircle her ankles. Amanda panted as the student shifted attention to her calves. The pressure of Mei's fingers kneading the tense muscles was heavenly.

Amanda didn't think it could get any better, but when the hands moved again, she was proven wrong. Mei put pressure on both thighs as she massaged the tired muscles and successfully drew a moan out of the Professor. This was a student who cared about giving pleasure.

"Relax, I will take care of you," Mei whispered, as her hands moved ever closer to Amanda's core. "You deserve it. I can give it to you."

Amanda gulped. "But you're my student. Every class, you sit in the front row, looking so composed and graceful. Sometimes, when your hand is raised, your small breasts move and the girl sitting next to you notices."

"Does that secretly arouse you?"

Of course it did and they both knew it. Amanda's toes curled and tapped on the floor of the sauna.

She heard Mei shift and drop down on her knees. Was her student really between her legs? Was she peeking under the towel? Amanda felt completely exposed and at the mercy of Mei staring directly at her pussy.

"I'm looking at you," Mei confirmed. "Now, look at me."

"I can't," Amanda replied, clenching her eyes shut. "Because I know you're nude."

Amanda felt her knees yanked widely apart. The massage was over; this was something else entirely. She breathed deeply to control her desire. Amanda's pussy was lewdly displayed at the direction of the student.

"Ah, you're so beautiful and wet," Mei said, having a good look. "This was inevitable. Every time you tapped out, I saw a look of desire in your eyes. You also had it when I tapped out."

"What are you going to do?" Amanda breathed.

"I'm going to put my tongue inside of your dripping wet pussy."

"Why?" Amanda asked, still resisting the urge to look at the naked student.

"Because I can. You will not deny me this, because you want my tongue inside you."

Amanda felt Mei's warm breath on her pussy. The idea that such an attractive young woman was diligently studying her most private area had the Professor's nerve endings firing on all cylinders. She could not recall ever having been this aroused in the past.

Drawing out the suspense, Mei took her time before gently striking the target. One minute, Amanda felt only the warm breath of her soon to be lover, and then next... she felt lips close around her throbbing clit.

Amanda's pussy luxuriated in the feel of Mei's talented mouth. Not only did the student use her lips to pulsate around the sensitive nub, she frequently paused to rotate her tongue on the tip. As a result, the Professor slid forward in an attempt to force more of her core into the performing student's face.

No longer able to remain silent, Amanda moaned and whispered her need, "Mei, please, eat me, make me cum. PLEASE."

The student moaned in unison with her Professor and obligingly moved lower, until her nose rested against the pulsating clit and her tongue was at the entrance of her pussy. Lapping like a kitty at a bowl of milk, Mei teased Amanda with short, shallow strokes of her tongue.

"I'm going to cum," Amanda said in a low whisper.

It didn't take long before the Professor lost control of her body and let loose with the most powerful climax of her life. While Mei's tongue was deep inside her pussy, the spasms began. It was almost as if her body was trying to capture the beautiful student who gave her such a powerful release.

Amanda could only imagine the amount of juice she must be squirting directly onto the student's mouth. She hoped Mei realized it was a sign that her efforts had been transformative, because that was the case. Was it the public setting, the attention of a woman, or that she had sexually surrendered to a student? All she knew was that she had cum with the force of a volcano.

As her breathing returned to normal, Amanda opened her eyes and confronted the naked student. Mei's lips were coated in pussy juice.

The student stood, rising gracefully from her position on the floor. Amanda saw dark, prominent nipples on small breasts. The student's body was toned and athletic, with neatly trimmed, wavy black pubic hair.

Mei looked like a radiant sex goddess and Amanda lusted after the young student with every fiber of her being.

"You're beautiful," Amanda gasped.

"Thank you," Mei replied. "Now, it's time for me to see the rest of you."

"Of course, I'll do anything for you."

"We'll go to the shower afterwards."

Amanda nodded. "Yes, of course we will."

Sitting motionless on the bench, Amanda allowed Mei to reach forward and pull the towel. Unlike her student, Amanda had a fuller figure, reflective of her more mature age. They both had small breasts, but Amanda's were more rounded.

Unlike her student's bulbous nipples, Amanda's were a dark shade of pink, and shaped like raspberries. Mei enjoyed the sight.

Holding hands, Mei led the way out of the steamy sauna. Both barefoot and dripping wet, they left a trail on the floor. Most remarkably, they were both completely nude. Most of the other women from the class had already departed. Those that remained didn't seem to mind. A few women smiled slyly and one even winked at the overt display of sexual chemistry.

Slightly embarrassed, Amanda nevertheless walked hand-in-hand with Mei towards the showers. Her mind and body still buzzed from the intensity of her orgasm. She briefly wondered what would happen next. Would they use separate showers?

Mei settled that issue decisively when she pulled Amanda into a shower stall. Once inside the small enclosure, she finally let go of the Professor's hand and closed the thin curtain. Flimsy as it was, it didn't give much privacy. Anyone walking by would know they were together, especially since the curtain ended about 12 inches from the floor.

"Is this a good idea?" Amanda gulped. "We'll be seen."

Mei turned on the shower. "Why does it matter? We've already submitted each other on the mat. Now give me your hand. Make me cum."

Amanda relinquished her hand to Mei and allowed it to be guided towards the student's pussy. Realizing Mei deserved attention, she used two of her fingers to tentatively probe her student's steamy, little hole. One thing was blatantly obvious, Mei was as turned on as Amanda. Her juices practically gushed out when Amanda's fingers breached the tight opening. Wiggling to insert her fingers into Mei's pussy, Amanda had to struggle a bit.

Looking into each other's eyes, Amanda sensed a shift in the power dynamic. Judging by the tight caliber of Mei's channel, she knew the student was unlikely to have had much experience with penetration. In this arena, Amanda could be a mentor. Oh yes, now Amanda wielded the dominant hand-- literally.

Amanda heard the telltale sound of flip-flops as someone walked past their stall. Now driven purely by lust, she didn't care. Earlier in the evening, Amanda enjoyed squeezing Mei with her legs and submitting her on the mat. It was time to do it again, but this time... sexually.

Amanda clenched her two fingers that were inside Mei's pussy, and pressed her thumb against the student's delicate clitoris. Watching Mei's eyes widen and her jaw drop gave Amanda a perverse sense of power.

This type of hold was obviously forbidden in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. No instructor would ever allow such a thing. But martial arts be damned! They were two women in the shower and could do whatever the hell they wanted. Submission of a sexual nature was what both women desired. Switching roles seemed to happen quite naturally.

"I hated the first time you made me tap-out," Amanda said, clenching ever tighter. "It was humiliating that one of my students did that to me."

"Are you going to punish me?" Mei whispered, who had grabbed onto Amanda's shoulders in an attempt to steady herself.

Mei's voice sounded desperate and deferential, and Amanda recognized the mindset. In response, Amanda's pussy continued to seep from the strength of her earlier orgasm. Could she do the same for Mei's sexy hole?

"You deserve a proper punishment," Amanda said with authority. "You went hard on purpose."

Mei, with her jaw clenched from the strength of Amanda's hold, confessed, "I loved having you between my legs and squeezed hard because it felt good."

The revelation made Amanda furious, in the most erotic way possible. After briefly releasing her hold, she clenched Mei's pussy yet again, inducing a gasp from the naughty student. Mei had no option but to rest her forehead against the older woman's shoulder.

Amanda continued to work her student's pussy, showing exactly who was in charge. Releasing the painful grip, her fingers slid in and out of the small, delicate pussy. During every inward pass, she touched the sensitive g-spot and rolled her thumb on the student's tiny clitoris.

The technique drove the student crazy and Amanda savored the knowledge that she held this power over Mei. It was far better than catching a submission hold on the mat. This was something far more tangible with potentially life changing implications.

"Cum quietly," Amanda said, amused. "We'd probably lose our memberships here if anyone caught us."

Mei struggled to speak. "No one will report us. I've heard noises coming from the shower before."

This was a new wrinkle in an already taboo situation. Were they really in a gym of 'like-minded' women? Amanda definitely noticed men checking her out, but were women staring, too? She did think that some women were overly friendly. Now, it all made sense.

Knowing she was living a double-life made Amanda feel like quite a dirty pervert, and she like it. At the university, she was a respected professor. Here, she was fingering a young woman's pussy in the shower at a gym filled with women who likely played with each other.

"Have you done this before?" Amanda whispered, pumping her two fingers into Mei's dripping hole.

Mei exhaled loudly, "With another girl in the dorm. She taught me how to eat pussy."

"Did she?"

"Yes," Mei purred. "She taught me how to enjoy these pleasures. She trained me to use my tongue and demonstrated on me. It's the best way to relieve school stress."

The image of Mei receiving oral from another college student caused another tsunami in Amanda's empty pussy.

"Have you done this at the gym before?" Amanda asked, working her fingers faster. "Hmm? Am I the first you've had in the sauna or shower?"

Mei appeared to be on the verge of tears from the pussy torture. This young student was going to cum in spades, and hopefully it would remain quiet.

Mei gasped for air. "You're the first. I... oh god... I've been naked with other women in the shower and sauna... a few started conversations with me. I know they want to eat me, or want me to eat them. But I... I wanted you to be my first... oh god... Professor... please!"

Being called 'Professor' while fingering her student was the ultimate turn-on. She decided to put the poor student out of her misery.

Using her newfound Jiu-Jitsu skills, Amanda pinned Mei against the tile wall. She covered the student's mouth with the intention of muffling those imminent screams. Satisfied with the positioning, she proceeded to manipulate Mei's pussy towards a heavy climax.

Mei looked increasingly on edge and Amanda knew the time had come. Suddenly, the student's body stiffened and convulsed in explosive fashion. Mei's shocked face filled Amanda with pride. Fluids literally gushed out of the student's pussy, flowed over the Professor's hands and washed down the drain. It was obvious this orgasm would live forever in Mei's memory. All the while, Amanda maintained her grip on the student's intimate area.

Finally, the epic orgasm subsided and Mei's body relaxed, though she panted heavily. Amanda released her sexually dominating grip after making sure the student was steady on her feet.

"Now we're even," Amanda smiled, benignly.

"I think I'm in heaven, " Mei barely had the energy to whisper a reply.

Leaned against the wall, the student enjoyed the afterglow from between her legs.

"We didn't bring shower gel," Amanda said, letting the shower flow over her naked body.

"I can get some from my locker... Or... better yet, we can use our tongues to clean each other."

Amanda sighed. "I'll defer to you on that."

Standing there while her student used her tongue to lick and clean made Amanda feel guilty. But when Mei sucked her hard, pink nipples, desire replaced shame. Of course, she'd replay the favor, happily.

Receiving sexual favors from a student felt good. Looking into Mei's glossy eyes, she knew the feeling was mutual. Someone walked by and peeped through the curtain, catching Mei nurse from one of her pink nipples, but Amanda didn't care. In fact, it had become just another turn-on.

Amanda smiled at the other woman, while cradling the back of Mei's head, rubbing the student's long hair.
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