Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 19:01:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: High School Library (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF

Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved

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                High School Library

                       By
                      Jan

      I was a small skinny girl when I entered high
school as a 14-year-old freshman.  I was embarrassed
about having to wear horned rimmed glasses and my
dull brown hair.  As a result I was a shy thing, I felt
like an outcast.

      One day after gym class I was changing clothes in
one cubical by myself, and I overheard a couple of
older girls in the next cubical talking.  One was
talking about finding some magazines called Sexology
hidden in the basement periodical section that were
full of case studies about deferent kinds of sex.  The
other voiced said hat you have to be careful because
I hear that the librarian is a lesbian.

      I waited until they left the locker room before
heading to my next class.  I thought about what they
had said the rest of the day.

      I was aware of the school administration having a
big debate about the books in the high school.  They
had a lot of books declared unfit for students to
read.  The list included any book they felt dealt with
sex or what they deemed political inappropriate.  The
list included Tom Sawyer and the Adventures of
Huckleberry Finn for God's sake.  My freshman class
had been escorted to the library the first day and
introduced to the head librarian, Ms. Brooks and her
assistant a Ms. Peterson.  They explained to us how
to look up books by title, author and subject, along
with how to check them out.  They assured us we
were welcome to use the library to study, as long as
we didn't bring food or drink into the library, and we
were admonished not to talk too loud.

      Ms. Brooks was a tall lender woman with dark hair
and wire rimmed glasses.  She wore dressed that girls
would call granny dresses and gum soled shoes.  Ms.
Peterson was also what you would call mouse young
woman.  Her blonde hair was always pulled tightly
back into a ponytail.  She was always dressed as
conservatively as Ms. Brooks.  It wasn't long before I
heard rumors about them being lovers, but it was
always they had heard it from third parties.  No one
ever said they actually saw anything that was proof
of sexual activity.

      I was curious about the possibility of the truth
about the magazines in the basement, so I went
downstairs and wondered the isles looking for them.
I didn't find anything, and I looked for a long time.
When I emerged from the basement Ms. Brooks
asked, "Did you find what you were looking for,
honey?"

      I must have blushed as I said, "Not yet."

      She gave me a sweet smile that was as innocent
as the question.

      The next day I went back down to the basement
and went to the farthest back corner.  I had been
looking in the bias cur pasteboard boxes that held
about three years-worth of monthly magazines, and
they were arranged alphabetically.  When I got to
the S section I couldn't find any titled Sexology.
Then I happened to notice what looked like empty
boxes on the top of the shelves.  I had thought they
were empty, just waiting for use.  I had to pull the
metal stepladder down to the area and climb to the
top to reach the boxes.  When I pulled down one box
and looked in it, I found paperback sized magazines
titled Sexology.  I took one and sat on the top of the
ladder to read it.  The booklet was divided by subject
matter.  I skimmed through the book until I found
case studies about lesbians.

      I was engrossed in reading about how a young girl
had been seduced by an older girl into oral sex.
While I was reading I used my right hand to rub my
crotch, and was completely oblivious to the presence
of anyone.

      The soft sound of a woman clearing her throat
startled me.  When I looked down Ms. Brooks was
standing there in front of me.  Her face didn't show
any readable emotion.  She calmly suggested, "You
should put the magazine back where you found it
when you're finished."

      I was so startled and embarrassed that I almost
fell off the stepladder.  I hurriedly returned the
magazine to the box and started down the ladder.

      Ms. Brooks said, "We should have a talk!"

      "Yes ma'am."

      Ms. Peterson hardly glanced up from whatever
she was reading, but she did smile at me, as Ms.
Brooks led me into the office behind the counter.

      I had never been in this office before.  It was
located next to the hall in front of the library, so
there were no windows.  There was an old wooden
hand carved desk set up so the person working at the
desk faced the door.  It had a cluttered look because
there were boxes of books scattered around, pretty
much using most of the space in the room.  The wall
behind the desk was filled with shelves packed with
books.  As Ms. Brooks sat on the desk, she gestured
to the wall behind her and said, "These are the books
the administration deemed unfit for you to read."

      I looked at the wall filled with so many books in
amazement.

      "If you ever want to read one of the books simply
as me!" she said.  "What subject did you have in
mind?"

     Remembering the stories I had heard about her
and Ms. Peterson, I said, "I was looking for
information about lesbianism."

      Ms. Brooks smiled and placed her hand on my
shoulder.  "Would you like to read about what women
have to say about the subject?"

      "Yes ma'am!"

      She reached for a book that was resting on her
desk and handed it to me.  I flipped through the
pages and it was filled with poetry describing the
thrill of a woman making love to another woman.

      While I was reading Ms. Brooks slipped off the
desk and stood behind me and started stroking my
bare-arms.  I felt my skin crawl, but continued
reading.  Her hands came around to stroke my peanut
sized breasts.  Her fingers were able to toy with my
nipples, because I wasn't wearing a bray breath.  It
took my breath away!  Still I remained motionless and
reading the sexy poetry.  Then I felt her warm
breath on the side of my neck, and she kissed my
neck.  It tickled with she nibbled on my ears.

      I giggled and placed my right hand on top of her
right hand and pressed it tightly against my body.

      Her left hand moved down my body and I held my
breath until her hand actually reached my crotch.
She stroked me softly.  When I turned my head to
actually kiss her mouth, our glasses bumped.  I
wished I didn't have glasses.

      Ms. Brooks started gathering up my skirt pulling
it up until she was able to slip her hand down the
front of my panties.  It startled me to actually have
her feeling my pussy.  I only had a few strands of
dark hairs down there.  She stroked me until a finger
worked its way into my pussy lips and found my little
nib of a clit.  She stimulated it with her finger, and it
drove me crazy.  I wanted her to do it harder and
faster, but she did it so slowly it was driving me
crazy.  She diddled my clit until I had an orgasm that
almost made my knees buckle.

      When she withdrew her hand, she lifted her hand
to her nose and smelled her finger, like it was the
cork of a bottle of wine.

      That embarrassed my because I knew what my
pussy smelled like after an orgasm.

      She told me, "If you ever want to read more
about sex come by after school.  I will be happy to let
you read more."

      I had to straighten up the front of my skirt
before leaving her office.  Ms. Peterson smiled and
winked as I passed her on my way to the door.

      I had a lot to think about at home and at bedtime
I couldn't help masturbating until I had four orgasms
before I fell asleep.

      I wanted to go to the library all day, but waited
until the last bell.  The faculty had a couple of more
hours to clean up, check papers and have meetings
before they locked up to go home.  I lingered around
the cafeteria until the campus cleared out before
going to the library and knocking on the door.

      Ms. Peterson unlocked the door and allowed me to
enter.  She closed and locked the door behind me
before saying, "Victoria was called to the
administration office to submit a list of outstanding
books, so the secretaries could mail delinquent
notices to the student's homes.  She will be back
shortly.  You can wait for her in her office."

      As I walked around the counter Ms. Peterson
walked alongside of me.  Her hand even rested on my
hip.  As I reached the door she turned to walk behind
the counter.

      I let myself into the office, and found another
book on her desk.  It was a book filled with pin and
ink illustrations from the seventeenth century.  They
were chubby round women wearing dressed of that
period with their tits out and their dressed up to
expose stoking clad legs with their pussies exposed.
These chubby women were kissing and feeling each
other up.  Looking at them was making my panties
wet, when the door opened behind me.  I turned to
see who had entered while holding the book behind
me in case it was someone else.

      Ms. Brooks said, "I see you found the old book on
erotic art of the seventeenth century.  Do you like
it?"

      "Were women so bold in those days?"

      "There is a misperception about those days being
so virtuous, but in truth people were very open about
sex.  Even the nobility were free to engage in sex out
in the open.  They thought mothering about lifting a
woman hooped skirt and fucking her in public.  Women
were free to keep young girls to play with as they
pleased."

      After closing the door behind her she approached
me and picked me up with her hands under my arms
and placed her on top of her desk.  She lifted my
skirt and struggled to pull my panties out from under
my butt.  Once my panties were free of my feet she
spread my legs and pressed her face against my wet
pussy.  the things she did with her mouth and tongue
was enough to blow my mind.  I was clinging to her
shoulder as I experienced stronger orgasms that I
ever had playing with myself.  It was like wave after
wave washing over my body.  I'm sure that s. Peterson
could hear me crying out my approval of the thing Ms.
Brooks was doing to me.

      When I recovered I felt obligated to do those
things to her, and my mouth waters at the prospect
of tasting her pussy.  When I slid off the desk I
turned her around and knelt before her.  She
majestically hoisted her skirt like a queen to show me
that she wasn't wearing panties at all.  Her vulva was
covered with soft brown hairs.  When she sat on the
desk I could even see her asshole and the skin around
her asshole had a dark smoky color with some hairs
ringing it.

      I was captivated by the sight of her pussy and
asshole.  I inhaled the pungent odor of her pussy and
even her asshole.  I ran my hands through the
tentacles of the soft hairs and combed them with my
fingernails.  In doing so my nails also scraped her
protruding clitoris.  Her reaction was like she had
received a small electrical shock.

      She placed her hand on the back of my head and
pulled my head hard against her pussy.  When I licked
her pussy the slimy fluid made my throat fell slightly
raw, but nothing was going to stop me from eating my
first pussy.  Eventually Ms. Brooks told me in a very
sweet voice, "Honey...you did a very good job making
me feel good!  Would you like to make love with Ms.
Peterson?"

      I couldn't believe she was asking me if I wanted
to have sex with her assistant as casually as if she
was offering to share a meal with her.  It took me a
moment to recover and I said, "Can I?"

      "Of course you can my dear."  She went to the
door and invited Ms. Peterson to join us.

      Ms. Peterson came in and closed the door.  She
was not shy at all.  She quickly removed all of her
clothes.  She hadn't been wearing panties or bra
either.  So as soon as she stepped out of her shoes
and removed her dress she was totally naked.  She
sat her naked butt on that polished desk top and
placed her heels on the desk so that her knees were
spread open in an innovation.

      I approached her and couldn't resist feeling her
3-C sized breasts.  They were soft and shaped like
cones.  The nipples were firm.  I got a thrill out of
playing with her tits.  She eventually placed her
hands on my shoulders and pressed my down.  I had to
bind over at the waist because Ms. Brooks was
clinging to my butt and stroking the valley of my ass.

      Like Ms. Brooks I combed her pubic hair and
stimulated her clit before going down on her.  The
smell and taste of her pussy was very much like that
of Ms. Brooks.  It was distracting to eat her pussy
while Ms. Brooks was licking my asshole and
masturbating my pussy.  I don't know which one of us
was enjoying it the most.  After we had an orgasm we
talked a little before getting dressed properly.

      I was welcomed into the library club.  It turned
out that there were ten other girls all older than me.
There were two seniors, two juniors and three
sophomores in the group.  I was encouraged to enlist
one or two more freshmen girls to join the club.

      We had parties in the basement from time to
time and at Ms. Brook's home.  I never felt guilty
about my chose.  Ms. Brooks and Ms. Peterson always
had at least two girls from every class to party with.
She even saw to it that I was accepted by her alma-
mater in the school of library science, because I was
destined to carry on, Ms. Brook's traditions.



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