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Cynthia’s Fantastic Lesbian Adventure	By : Bishonen Category: Pokemon > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 159950 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Misty
- 2-Erika
- 3-Janine
- 4-Sabrina
- 5-Lorelei
- 6-Whitney
- 7-Jasmine
- 8-Clair
- 9-Karen
- 10-Roxanne
- 11-Flannery
- 12-Winona
- 13-Liza
- 14-Phoebe
- 15-Glacia
- 16-Greta
- 17-Lucy
- 18-Anabel
- 19-Cissy & Luana
- 20-Gardenia
- 21-Maylene
- 22-Fantina
- 23-Candice
- 24-Dahlia
- 25-Argenta
- 26-Nikki
- 27-Amy
- 28-Courtney
- 29-Taylor
- 30-Marina
- 31-Rosie
- 32-Sashay
- 33-Lenora
- 34-Elesa
- 35-Skyla
- 36-Roxie
- 37-Shauntal
- 38-Caitlin
- 39-Viola
- 40-Korrina
- 41-Valerie
- 42-Olympia
- 43-Malva
- 44-Drasna
- 45-Diantha
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Chapter 10

Cynthia approached the Rustboro Gym. (I’ve heard a few things about Roxanne...I hope they're true), she thought, stepping through the door. The girl she was looking for was standing in front of a large blackboard, with several young trainers gathered around. It was clear that many of them were paying far more attention to her than the writings on the board, and it was very easy for Cynthia to understand why.

Roxanne was wearing a sky blue dress that only just barely came past her hips. Each time she moved, the garment almost teasingly hiked up, giving the faint chance of glimpsing what was under it. To add to her appeal, she was wearing a pair of red stockings that clung tightly to her toned and shapely legs. Cynthia quietly took a seat and began to watch the girl. She was delicious just to look at, looking womanly but girlish, her skin smooth and her frame shapely even as she looked strong as stone, powerful but feminine. As she started at the girl’s petite rear, she felt her arousal growing so much that she wanted to jam a hand down her pants and start fingering herself right then and there, despite the fact that several of the people around her were male.

After a while, Roxanne dismissed the class, but Cynthia lingered. Once everyone else was gone, the Gym Leader approached her. “I take it that you’re here for one of my “special lessons,” then?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at the still-seated Cynthia.

“I would love to see what you have to teach me,” Cynthia responded with a smirk.

The brunette looked her over for a few seconds. “Alright then.” She pointed to a door on the far side of the room.

“Go in there and change!” she said sharply. Cynthia rose up and did as she was told.

(It feels a little weird to let myself get ordered around, but this should be really fun!) she said to herself as she walked across the room. She could feel Roxanne’s eyes studying her, sending a small chill of arousal through her.

Once she was in the room, she saw several rows of clothing lining the walls. However, there was one laid out on a table that had a tag on it with her name. (Guess she was expecting me.) She stripped out of her usual outfit and picked up the first bit of the new outfit, a white thong, as well as a pair of knee-high white socks. Next came a white button-up shirt that was cut off just below the chest line, and lastly, a plaid skirt and a pair of high-heeled shoes.

Once she was dressed, she took a look at herself in the mirror. The sides of the thong were hiked up over the edges of the skirt. The shirt left her belly fully exposed. Her breasts likewise were only just barely concealed. That’s when she noticed a tray of makeup. Cynthia sat down and applied it, bright red lipstick and deep purple eye shadow.

Just the sight of herself was nearly enough to make Cynthia cum. Her narcissism was only natural, of course...no woman could resist her beauty and sex appeal, after all, and Cynthia was a woman herself. She struck a couple of poses, pouting a bit with her hips jutted out. (I need to get out there, or I’m going to spend all night masturbating to myself!) she thought. Just before leaving, she got an idea. A little searching, and she was able to find a rubber band. Using it, she pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

When Cynthia walked out again, there was only a single chair sitting in front of a large desk, which Roxanne was sitting on, her legs crossed. “Sit down,” she said sternly, pointing toward the chair in front of herself. Cynthia held back a small chuckle and did so.

“I know that when I was giving my lesson earlier you weren’t paying the slightest bit of attention to my words.” she shifted her legs, letting Cynthia look directly up her skirt.

“Eyes up here!” she snapped instantly.

Cynthia looked up. The harsh look in Roxanne’s eyes made her tremble with excitement. “Not to mention you're dressed so lewdly!” Roxanna said, picking up a pointer. She pressed the tip against the top of Cynthia’s breasts. She slowly traced it down the curve.

“Your nipples are peeking out, even,” she said, brushing it against her exposed aureole. Cynthia let out a small gasp at the feeling of it.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Miss Cynthia?” she asked, pressing the tip of the pointer into the middle of Cynthia’s nipple.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

Roxanne stood up, letting the tip of the pointer remain in place, giving it a small twist. “Well, let’s see how much you like it after a spanking,” she said, her mouth turning up into cruel grin. She instructed Cynthia to bend over the desk, which she did, putting her barely concealed ass on full display.

Roxanne ran her hand along Cynthia’s ass. Grabbing the thong, she gave it a quick jerk, making it dig into Cynthia’s cunny a bit. Roxanne chuckled softly. Suddenly Cynthia felt a sharp pain whip across both sides of her ass. It was without a doubt the pointer that Roxanne had been teasing her with only moments earlier. Before she could react, another sharp strike ran across her backside. The pain was quite a bit different than the hand smack she had been expecting, but Cynthia still liked it.

“So are you still enjoying yourself?” Roxanne asked, lightly tracing the tip of the pointer along Cynthia’s thighs, nearly brushing her pussy, but not quite. Cynthia let out a small moan as her only answer. “Then I guess you’ll enjoy this even more!” And with that she struck her again. As before, Cynthia nearly jumped with the sudden burst of pain that shot through her.

After a few more strikes, Roxanne stopped. “Still enjoying it, hmm?” She gave Cynthia’s ass a smack with her open palm, making her yelp sharply. “You're even naughtier than I thought. guess I really have to punish you, then,” Roxanne said, squeezing Cynthia’s ass with both hands, digging her nails in slightly.

Roxanne traced her fingertips along a few of the welts that had formed along Cynthia’s rear, making her whimper softly. Without any warning, she gave the thong another hard yank, digging it into Cynthia’s cunny sharply. Again, Cynthia could only let out a soft whimper. (Ahhhh...I think I should set her up with Clair later, might be a lot of fun!) she thought to herself as Roxanne kept tugging on her underwear more and more.

After nearly a minute of playing with her panties, Roxanne finally let go. “Time for a bit more fun,” she said. Even with her back turned, Cynthia could hear the mischievousness in the girl’s voice. The smooth, cold tip of the pointer traced along the outer edges of Cynthia’s pussy, making her shiver. Slowly, teasingly, it was pushed into her cunny.

“How do you like this?” Roxanne asked in a mocking tone. “I bet you're used to things a lot bigger than this, hmm?” As she spoke, she ever so slowly twisted the pointer, letting it move in just the slightest bit.

“Well? Answer me!” she said, giving it jerk to one side, hitting a particularly sensitive spot.

“Ahh! Yes, much bigger...” Cynthia answered, moaning.

“I’m not surprised. I’ve heard lots of stories about you.” She pushed in a bit more, smacking Cynthia’s still sore ass. “Going around screwing every female Gym Leader...you’re a real slut, huh?” she asked, giving her another slap. The words and smack combined were more than Cynthia could take, and she came instantly, letting out a loud moan, her knees going weak.

Right away Cynthia felt another smack across her ass. “I don’t recall giving you permission to cum, Miss Cynthia!” Roxanne said sharply. The younger woman pulled her away from the desk and retook her seat on it, her legs spread wide. “Now, to make up for it, you have to make me cum at least twice, without using your hands.”

Roxanne slipped of her shoes, and held her feet up. “You have a foot fetish, right?” she asked, pressing one of her stocking-covered feet against Cynthia’s face. The warmth of her foot and the smoothness of it sent a wonderful chill through Cynthia’s entire body. Without answering, she began to kiss along the length of her foot, burying her nose between her toes and inhaling. Roxanne’s feet had the faintest scent of some kind of lotion that Cynthia couldn’t quite identity, but regardless, it was wonderful.

She kissed and licked every inch of Roxanna’s foot, while the other one was pressed against her breasts, pinching her nipples every now and then with its toes. After a few minutes, the feet were switched. The slightly stickiness of her own saliva soaked into the fabric and made it all the better as it was used to tease her breasts.

Once she had given the second foot the same treatment as the first, Roxanne pulled it away. Cynthia let out a small sound of disappointment. “Don’t worry, I’ve got something even tastier than my feet for you,” Roxanne said, reaching down and rubbing the damp spot that had soaked through not only her panties, but her stockings as well.

Not wasting a moment, Cynthia leaned forward, nuzzling her face against Roxanne’s crotch. Her juices coated her face as the sweet smell of her cunny filled Cynthia’s nose. (Can’t wait to get a taste!) she thought to herself, simply enjoying the damp warmth of Roxanne’s cunny against her face.

Cynthia placed her mouth over Roxanne’s cloth-covered mound and sucked out as much of her juices as she could. The distinct flavor of raspberries overtook her for a moment. She moaned softly into Roxanne, as the girl stroked her head. “Very good,” she half murmured, half moaned.

Cynthia pushed her tongue into the fabric, slurping at her juices as she did. Roxanne tilted her head back, pushing her hips forward a bit, grinding against Cynthia’s face a bit more. As Cynthia ate her out, Roxanne let her feet dip down and press against Cynthia’s ass, making her yelp softly at the small sting of pain of Roxanne's toenails digging into her cheeks. Roxanne chuckled softly at it. “As naughty as you are, I have to give you points for talent.”

It took less than a minute for Cynthia to bring Roxanne to orgasm. Before she could fully enjoy the taste of the girl’s cum, she was pushed away. “Since you've taken your punishment so well, I think you deserve a reward,” Roxanne said, grinning as she reached under her skirt. She pulled her stockings and panties off, setting the sopping underwear aside. She put her stocking back on.

“Lie down,” she ordered. Cynthia hesitated for a second due the slight ache that she still had in her rear, but did so anyways, wincing ever so slightly as her tender ass came in contact with the ground.

“Open your mouth,” Roxanna said, picking up her panties. She jammed them into Cynthia’s mouth as soon as it was open. The taste of it washed over her so strongly taht it was nearly enough to make her cum by itself.

A moment later Roxanne pressed her foot against Cynthia’s cunny and began rubbing, her toes brushing against her clit. The feeling of it was enough to give the blonde the last push she needed to cum, her cries of pleasure muffled by the panties she was still savoring. Not wasting a second, Roxanne pushed her foot into Cynthia, adding to her pleasure even farther. Using her other foot, she began to gently press against her clit, not letting up for a second.

The dual assault was more than Cynthia could stand, and she came again in only a matter of seconds. Roxanne pulled her feet away again. “Sit up and suck the cum out,” she ordered. Sitting up, Cynthia pulled the now very soggy underwear out of her mouth and tossed them aside, and immediately replaced them with the dampened stockings covering the girl’s feet.

As Cynthia lavished attention on her feet, Roxanne slipped her hand into her stockings and began to finger herself. It was not long before she gave a gasp and came, although Cynthia knew it was more from her foot worship than Roxanne's masturbation.

Once Cynthia had finished, Roxanne pushed her away. “That will be enough,” she said. “Although if you want to have a bit more fun, let’s go to my room.” She grinned slyly.

“Sounds fun,” was Cynthia’s answer.
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