Date: 22 Sep 2002 14:58:27 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Buxom Betty (Adulr Youth f/F)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a teenaged girl and a woman. If
this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.
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Buxom Betty
By
Jan
To tell you about myself I have to start around the age of
eleven. I had been a normal skinny girl until then. I had dark
chestnut hair and kept it in a ponytail so long I could sit on it. I
was just like all the girls in my school. We sat around mooning
over the best looking boy on the playground. But I never drew
the attention of anybody.
Then nature played a dirty trick on me. My breasts
started to grow. Long before the other girls started even putting
on an A-cup I was growing out of all my clothes. I could still fit
into the same jeans I bought last year, but my top grew all out
of proportion.
The boys sure took notice and wanted to date me. I
found out that all they wanted to take to the movies for was to
feel my tits. The girls started to avoid me and talk about me
behind my back. Everyone assumed I was putting out as they
called it. The girls were telling everyone whom I had done it
with and the boys that I had slapped were bragging that they
had fucked me, or were complaining that I was an iceberg.
The more I was subjected to gossip, caddy remarks from
the girls and the comments by the boys, or them copping a feel,
the more I withdrew from associating with anyone. I became a
loaner. I just went to school and did my homework.
By the time I was fourteen I looked like I has two soccer
balls under my sweater. I had to wear sweaters because blouses
would pop open all the time. When I was naked and sitting
down my tits felt like they were resting on my lap. My hips
were starting to take the shape of a woman. My figure was just
average for a girl my age except for my tits. At my age I was
getting offers to pose for pictures and even hints that I could
make big money in art films as they called them. I knew that
were talking about porn movies.
I was actually still a virgin. I had no desire to find out
what all the fuss was about. All the attention on the size of my
breasts just made more self-conscious.
One day after gym class I was coming back to a changing
booth after taking a shower and I over heard some of my
classmates talking about me. They were repeating stories they
clamed to have heard from someone that knew. I sat down on
the bench and cried into my towel.
I don't know how long I sat there crying. I was brought
back to reality by the sound of the changing room doors being
swung open as someone walked drown the row checking the
booths. When they got to my stall and the door did not open, I
heard the soft voice of Ms. Baker call out, "Is anyone in there?"
I choked out, "I'm still in here!"
"What is wrong child?"
"I can't face the ridicule anymore!"
"Open the door and tell me what the problem is!"
I stood up and took a long step to unlatch the door. Ms.
Backer opened the door and gathered me into her arms. I had
sat there so long that I was almost dry. Only my hair was still
hanging in ringlets on my shoulders. I rested my head on her
shoulder and started crying all over.
Ms. Backer was a middle-aged woman with blonde hair
that was starting to be streaked with gray. Her hair was soft
and pulled behind her ears by a Scrunchy. She was the senior
gym teacher and tennis coach. She was always in tennis
clothes. Her body was very tanned and sun damaged.
I was getting the shoulder of her polo style shirt wet with
my tears and my hair. She pushed me back to the bench and sat
me down. She sat next to me and put her arm around my
shoulders.
"Betty tell me what is wrong!"
"I heard the girls telling untrue stories about me after my
shower. I can't take it anymore. Everyone thinks I am a slut. I
have never fucked any guy. I hate all the filthy bastards. What
few guys I ever went out with and refused to let them touch me
have told everyone that I put out. No one believes me that I
have never done it. Trying to tell them that I am a virgin is a
waste of time." I started balling all over.
Ms Backer comforted me and held me. She said that she
might have a way of shutting up the wagging tongues. She told
me to get dressed for the next class and she would write me a
note to excuse me from the class I had missed.
I dressed and went to the office to get the note from Ms.
Backer. I had no idea what she was planning.
The next day when it was time for gym class, I was
apprehensive about what to expect. After we had all changed
into our gym clothes and we lined up outside for roll call, Ms.
Backer announced that we were all going to get a pelvic exam
by the school nurse for a vernal infection inspection.
I reaction was quick. The girls were shocked and
wondered if it was legal. They were told that it had been
reported that some girls were sexually active and spreading
gonorrhea through the school. That shut them up.
We were marched to the nurses off ice. We were all on
the room together. Some girls wanted to be inspected in
private. Ms Backer told them that they were being inspected
publicly because, there would not be any accusations of
improper conduct on the part of the staff in a public setting.
One by one each girl had to expose her crotch to the
gloved hand of the nurse as she inspected the pussy of every
girl. The nurse made a point of announcing if they were clean
or not. But she also added which ones were sexually active too.
She actually found about six girls that were infected with
gonorrhea. Four of them were some of the most popular girls in
school. They were told to get dressed and would be given a
note to their doctors, because every one they had come in
contact with would have to be inspected too.
When it was my turn to be inspected, the murmurs
increased. I was sure every girl in the room thought I would be
infected. When the nurse checked my vagina and announced
that I was a virgin. There were surprised looks on the faces of
some of the most vicious gossip's faces. They were also ones
that had been identified as being sexually active.
On the walk back to the gym to change clothes Ms.
Backer said before any of you ever talk about someone's sexual
conduct again you should be sure you know for sure of you
facts. A lot of you with the nastiest tongues are worse that the
people you talk about.
After everyone had left the gym, I went to the office and
when Ms. Backer came out, I hugged her. From that day on I
worshiped the ground she walked on.
I must say that because of my being so top heavy, I was
not very good at any sports. Just the same I did stay after
school to watch the girls compete in league play. I became the
unofficial team trainer. I was allowed to travel on the small
team bus.
It was a twenty-passenger bus. That allowed the boy and
girls team to travel together. I suspected some of the boys were
gay and several of the girls acted like they were gay too.
Normally Ms. Backer sat in the front seat with the male coach.
>From that position they only was what was going on in the
mirror above the driver's head. I liked to sit in the last seat with
all the racket bags. On the way to tennis matches they were
pretty quiet. They were thinking about their games. On the
way home they would be noisy and playful. I saw on several
occasions some of the guys hugging a little more than what
would be normal. A couple of girls were not only hugging
they were actually kissing. I thought they would be making
love to each other anytime.
When we got back to the school gym and the girls had
showered and dressed they filed out of the gym in pairs. Some
of them were old enough to drive and they took the others
home. I hung around to pick up the wet towels and put them in
the dirty laundry. The girl's gym was on the other side of the
basketball building. We didn't know when they left their
building. Ms. Backer asked me if I wanted a ride home. I was
thrilled that she was offering me a ride. I wanted to stay as
close as possible to her.
After she checked to see that the water in the shower was
off we walked to the exit and she turned the lights off with her
key. We walked to the faculty parking lot. She headed towards
a new electric blue Volkswagen bug. She opened the door for
me and I got in the passenger side of the car. She got in the
driver's side. She inserted the key into the ignition and as she
reached for the safety belt, just before she locked it into the
buckle, she asked, "Did you seethe two seniors on the bus?"
I said, "I saw them."
Ms. Backer said, "They are lovers. What do you think
about that?"
"I don't care what they do."
Ms Backer leaned over and took hold of my chin with her
thumb and forefinger and tilted my head up as she kissed me on
the mouth. My heart jumped into my throat and pounded like a
drum. I was sure she could hear it beating. When her tongue
entered my mouth I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling of
her kiss. I could not believe that she felt the same way I felt
about her.
I was the first to reach for her breasts. They were a nice
sized C-cup. She had on a white sport bra under her polo shirt.
I could feel her nipple under my palm. She let go of the seat
belt and put one arm around my shoulders as she put the other
hand under my sweater and felt my breast. Because of the size
of my breasts, I had to buy bras with very wide shoulder straps.
They were not padded, but had to be very strong cups to hold
them up. Ms. Backer forced her hand under the cup and the cop
slipped up over the tit. That caused the material of my sweater
to pucker up under my chin. She toyed with my nipple until I
thought I would pee.
We were kissing, in our passion, as we felt each other's
tits. I was feeling a sexual desire I had never felt before. I
wanted to feel her breasts as much as she wanted to feel mine.
The floor shifter got in the way of doing anything more
that feel each other. She did find a way to remove my bra
without taking my sweater off. She lifted the sweater enough to
expose my tits, so that she could kiss them a little. Then as I
was breathing hard, she pulled the sweater down.
She buckled herself in and started the engine. I was
disappointed. I was just getting into the moment. I was
beginning to look forward to the idea of having sex with a
woman. The interruption was not welcome. I thought I might
get cold feet and back out.
I was not paying attention to where we were going, until
I noticed that the fast-food joints were not on the right side.
Then I realized that she was not taking me home. She drove to
a tree-lined street and pulled into the driveway of a nicely kept
home. I figured that it was her home.
She told me, "It will be much safer in my home than in
the school parking lot."
She put her arm around my hip and led me to the door.
After she closed the door behind us she pulled me to herself and
kissed me on the mouth again. After the kiss, she led me to her
bedroom and left a trail of my clothes. By the time I saw her
bed I only had my panties on.
She lay my on my back across the side of the bed. She
picked up my legs and knelt between them. She smelled my
warm crotch. I knew it must smell strong, because I had been
in them all day and she had gotten my juices flowing in the
parking lot.
Ms. Backer stood up and removed her tennis clothes.
This was my first time to see anyone naked that was not related
to me. She took off the polo shirt first and the sports bra next.
Her c-cupped breasts were round and she had rather smell
areolas next to mine. The nipples were about the size of the
first joint on my little fingers.
I watched spellbound, as she turned around to remover
she tennis shoes and socks. Then with her back to me she
unbuttoned the tennis shorts and let them fall. The shorts had a
liner built in, so that she would not flash anyone while playing
tennis. The last thing she had on were a bikini underpants.
When she bent over and pulled them down, I watched them
being pulled down. From this angle I saw the dark skin of her
anus puckering. Then I was looking at the clamshell like
vagina. She had light brown pubic hair that was rather sparse.
After she stepped out of the undies, she turned around
slowly. She planted her feet shoulder with apart, and put her
middle finger on one side of her vulva and the index finger on
the other side of the vulva. When she pressed it the lips parted
to expose her clitoris and cunt hole.
She knelt before me again and rolled my full white
panties down my hips. I had to lift my ass enough for her to
pull them down. I had to closed my legs so that she could get
them all the way off. She picked them up and smelled the
crotch, and even sucked on them. The sight of her doing that
was making me horny.
She did something I had never thought about. She took
one of her tits in hand and rubbed the nipple between the lips of
my pussy. She got both of her nipples wet with my juice, then
she got up on the bed and straddled my hips and leaned forward
and fed me her nipples one at a time. I could smell my own
cunt as I sucked her nipples until all I could taste was her skin.
I had an overwhelming desire to taste her cunt. I was too
shy to tell her what I wanted, so I reached between her legs and
stuck my finger into her cunt. I pulled on her until she got the
idea and dismounted my hips and turned around until her pussy
was directly above my face. I held my breath as I looked up at
her pussy. Her labia were protruding out of her crack and
looked like pink cake frosting. When I inhaled I smelled her
cunt. I could make out the smell of her perfume along with the
musky odor of her flesh mixed with sweat and urine.
Ms. Backer lowered her hips until her pussy was resting
on my face. I lost myself in the thrill of licking the flesh of the
woman that I had fallen in love with. I felt her tongue on my
cunt and I took my cue from what she was doing to me. When
she took my clitoris into her mouth and sucked on it, I did the
same to her. When she drover her tongue into my vagina canal,
I did the same to her. She stretched my hymen until she felt me
jerk in pain. She was not ready to take my cheery. I would
have given her anything at that moment. There was no such
barrier in her canal. My tongue went deep into her and I felt the
walls of her cunt with my tongue. It almost felt like it was
corrugated. When I felt the ligament on the underside of my
tongue being cut on my teeth I felt firm bulge with the tip of my
tongue. I knew it was her cervix. I tried to stick the tip of my
tongue into the dimple that was the opening to her womb.
I was the first to climax, and I clamped my legs around
her head to hold her head still. With my thighs elevated Ms.
Backer was able to see my anus and she wrapped her arms
around my thigh and tickled my anus with her fingers. I was
bucking in the thrill of my first climax at the hands of someone
other than my own fingers. Just as I started to relax, I felt her
finger invade my asshole. I started having little climaxes one
after the other. I think I even passed out for a few seconds or
minutes.
When I came too I felt Ms. Backer was having a climax.
I could feel the walls of her vagina gripping my tongue. It felt
like the walls were soaking with juice, and I had to swallow the
juice to keep from being choked. When she recovered she
dismounted me and turned around.
We hugged as our breathing returned to normal. She told
me how much she loved me. Then she looked at the clock. She
jumped up and swatted my ass, as she said I better get you
home. We went into the bathroom, and washed the sweat from
our bodies with washrags. We dressed and she drove me home.
We kissed in the car before I got out. I told her of my
undying love. We became loves that night.
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