Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2011 12:02:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Japanese Flower Girl (adult youth, oral anal, sub, f/f, f/FF...)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a college
girl and a teacher.  If this type of content offends
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              Japanese Flower Girl
                       By
                      Jan

	My story began when my great-grandparents
emigrated from southern Japan after the major
earthquake of the early 1930's.  They settled in
Oregon, where they became flower growers and
retailers.  My family has continued the family
tradition.  My grandparents suffered the indignity
of the relocation to Montana during World War II,
but made their way back to Oregon after the war.

	By the time I was born my parents had
established a thriving wholesale and retail business.
My brothers and I were expected to carry on the
family business, but my two brothers had other
ideas.  George wanted to become a commercial pilot.
James wanted to become a naval officer.  There
were a lot of family arguments as a result.

	I was the only child in the family that had been
given a traditional Japanese name.  They had given
me the name of our great-grandmother, Kimiko.  I
grew up working in the flower fields and shop.  I
loved working in the dirt.  I never questioned that I
would spend my life working with flowers.  Sex had
never been a concern of mine.

	Growing up in a close knit community, all of my
neighbors and friends were Japanese.  My best
friend and I eventually started talking about sex
with each other.  We were just entering puberty
when we started exploring each other's genitals.  We
had not been doing it very long before my mother
caught us.  She sent my friend home and punished
me so severely that I never sought out my friend or
any other girl to continue such activity again.

	By the time I entered high school my parents
began to pressure me to select a good Japanese boy
to marry.  They even wanted to act as matchmakers,
and set me up with sons of respectable Japanese
families.  The boys they set me up with were more
interested in big breasted white girls.  I was not
endowed with much in the breast department.  To
this day my breasts just manage to fill a 36-B cup.
When they tried to paw my crotch I resisted.  I
earned the reputation of being an iceberg.  A
reputation I didn't mind at all.  I found them crude
animals.  Most of them smoked, so their clothes
stunk, and their breath was foul.  My parents kept
telling me that someday I would find a nice Japanese
boy and settle down.

	I entered Oregon State in the fall of my
eighteenth year.  I was committed to the study of
horticulture.  I settled into the college life fast
enough.  I lived in a dorm with another Japanese girl.
We didn't have anything in common.  She was a party
girl.  I don't know how she managed to get passing
grades because she was out partying all of the time.
Her weekends were drunken orgies.  When she came
back to the dorm on Sunday night she would be a
mess.  At least she never had a morning class on
Mondays.

	I was loaded down with undergraduate classes.
I was there to learn, so I threw myself into being
the best student possible.  My parents were proud
that I never received any GPA less than 4.0.  I made
the dean's list every semester.  I got all of my
undergraduate classes out of the way in less than
two years.  Now I could devote all of my energies to
my major.  I had learned the importance of the
periodical section of the library when it came to
doing research for term papers.

	It was a typical rainy day in my junior year
that I was in the basement using the computer to
look up information on a paper I was working on.  I
was pulling up every article in Scientific America on
the breeding of flowers.  I was using 3 by 5 cards to
write down author, date and location before
rummaging through the rows of magazines.  I was so
busy I hardly noticed the comings and goings of
people around me.  When I would have about ten
cards I would head for the rows where the
Scientific America magazines were stowed in four
inch boxes.  I would pull them and return to the
table I was using.  After jotting down the facts on
my cards, I would place the magazines on the cart
for the librarians to return to their proper location.
I was totally engrossed in my research.

	At one point after hours of work I had to take
my eyes off of my work because I was finding it
harder to focus on the printed material.  I lifted my
head to change my focus, there was Ms Ishagua
sitting across the table from me.  We exchanged
smiles.

	Ms. Ishagua happened to be one of the
professors I had the previous year that I had taken
for Physiology to complete my undergraduate
requirements before focusing on my Horticulture
major.  I was always impressed by the way she
dressed.  She was dressed in a very impeccable
business suit.  It was a steel gray skirt and jacket
over a teal blouse open at the neck.  Her hair was
just as coarse as mine, but her hair was much longer
and had a shine to it that reflected light.  Her hair
hung down her back to her waist.  At the moment
some of her hair was cascading over her right
shoulder covering her right breast.  She had been
reading a newspaper as our eyes met.  She gave me a
pleasant smile and a nod.  I smiled back and
lamented to myself that I was not as sexy as her.

	I still look like a Japanese school girl.  My hair
is coarse and straight, cut with bangs over my
forehead and cut in a simple pageboy with the sides
curled up almost covering my cheeks.  I was always
embarrassed by my boyish figure.

	I had always been a dutiful daughter and out
of respect for my parents I continued to dress like a
Japanese school girl.  I had on a white blouse with
black tie and skirt, Pedy socks and Sketcher shoes.
I only had two dresses at school.  I never wore
makeup.  As soon as I acknowledged her smile, I
returned to making notes.  As soon as I had a
handful of cards I headed back down the stacks.

	I approached the isolated corner and started
pulling boxes to find the specific magazines I felt
the presence of another body.  When I looked over
my shoulder I saw Ms. Ishagua was standing so close
that I could feel her body heat.  She put her mouth
close to my ear and whispered, "Don't move, dear!"

	With that she straddled my thigh and started
rubbing her crouch against my thigh.  I was
mortified that someone would come down the row
and see what she was doing to me.  She was
breathing hard in my ear, while she placed her right
hand on my butt.  She slowly pulled the back of my
skirt up until she was able to stuff her hand down
the back of my granny panties.  I couldn't believe
she was actually stroking my tight little brown
sphincter.  Before I knew what she was doing she
ran her hand under my body to play with my pussy.  I
was soaking wet down there.

	At that point we heard footsteps.  She pulled
her hand out of my panties and pulled the back of
the skirt down.  She turned to the stacks until the
person passed us.  As soon as we were alone she
moved around to my right side.  This time she pulled
up the front of my skirt and stuffed her hand down
the front of my panties.  She finger fucked me until
I actually had a mind blowing climax.  I went limp
against her body.  While I recovered, she said, "You
have to come home with me!"  It was not a request,
it was a command.

	She walked me back to the table, so that I
could gather up my belongings before we headed for
the escalator.  I would have normally walked to my
dorm, but she led me to the faculty parking lot.  She
had a charming little Mini Cooper.  She drove very
fast.  I was nervous sitting there because of her
driving and the prospect of what she had done to
me.  I knew she was taking me home to have sex with
me.  I was nervous about having sex with a grown
woman.  I only had vague images about what women
did to each other.  I wondered what she expected of
me.

	She lived in a nice new community with trees
shading the street.  All of the sidewalks had
recessed trash cans, so that animal could not turn
them over.  The garbage trucks had side retractable
forks to pick up the cans and put them back after
dumping them.  She opened her garage with a remote
control.  God knows we don't need to get out of a car
while it's raining.  The garage door closed behind us
while we were getting out of the car.  The light
remained on long enough for us to enter the house.
The entrance lobby was tiled to allow us to remove
our rain gear and hang them in a hall closet.  She led
me into a comfortable home.  All of the windows
were double pane to retain heat without fogging.
She led me into a comfortable living room.  She used
a gas lighter to start the manufactured logs in the
fireplace.  Manufactured logs are made from wood
chips that make for a uniform log that burns evenly,
and emits a pleasant cedar or Douglas fir pine smell.
While I was enjoying the radiated heat, she headed
for her adjoining kitchen to make us a pot of coffee.
When the coffee was ready she spiked our cups with
a generous amount of Kahlua.  She settled down next
to me while we drank our coffee, and asked, "You
have never had sex in public before?"

	I told her about my childhood experience with
the neighbor girl.  Ms Ishagua insisted that I call
her Gail, and she expressed sympathy for the
traumatic interruption of my normal childhood
exploration of my sexuality.  At her insistence, I
told her how I had resisted any boy trying to have
sex with me.  Gail expressed her sympathy, while she
was placing her arm around my shoulders.  She drew
me close and kissed me on the mouth.

	I was very shy and even resisted kissing my
mother.  Gail not only held my head while she kissed
me, she stuck her tongue into my mouth.  I resisted
for a short time, but eventually surrendered to her
advances.  When I stopped struggling she started
feeling me up.  When she placed her hand on my
chest, I felt so inadequate because my breasts were
so small.  Gail didn't seem to mind, because she
continued to stimulate my nipples until I was
breathing hard and whimpering, someplace between
shame and ecstasy.

	When Gail started unbuttoning my blouse, while
continuing to kiss me, I didn't resist anymore.  My
clothes were removed quickly, leaving me sitting
there in nothing but my granny panties.  Gail bent
down and sucked on my nipples.  I couldn't resist
running my finger through her long hair.  The way
she sucked on my nipples felt so good.  I felt body
fluids leaking out of my pussy.  Gail became aware of
my condition, because she had a hand on my panties,
and felt the slippery liquid seeping through the
material.

	She knelt in front of me, and struggled to pull
my panties under my butt.  She eventually had me
totally naked.  She placed her hands on the insides
of my thighs and spread my legs wide open.  She ran
her hand over my naturally straight pubic hair,
before she started tickling my brown clit.  I couldn't
control my body movements.  I was quivering like a
spastic child having a seizure.  I had never
experienced anything like that before.  It was both
thrilling and frightening.  I thought something was
wrong with me.

	Gail assured me that it was perfectly natural
for me to feel it so strongly the first time.  She was
thrilled to find that I was still a virgin.  She asked
me if she could take my virginity.

	My mother had always preached to me that my
virginity was my best gift for my future husband.
She was a devout Christian.  I was not so religious.  I
had even taken comparative religion in an attempt to
come to grips with my own religious curiosity.  My
virginity was not all that sacred to me.  I agreed to
allow Gail to take my virginity.

	Gail used her fingers to break through the
hymen.  I whimpered in pain, and she showed me her
bloody fingers before she sucked her fingers clean,
and lapped up all traces of watery blood.  She
actually sucked my pussy until I had a climax that
caused me to pass out.

	When I woke up, Gail was cuddling me in her
arms while sitting next to me.  When she saw my
eyes open she kissed me.  I could smell my pussy
juices smeared all over her face.  I was continuing to
quiver.  When I calmed down Gail started to remove
her clothes.

	She had removed her jacket long before we
settled down on the sofa.  Now she started to
unbutton her blouse.  She had a lace bra on.  Her
breasts were not as large as most white women, but
they were a respectable 36-C.  Each breast was
capped with a large brown areolas and nipples.  She
took one of her tits in both hands and squeezed it,
forcing the nipple to stick out, as she stuck it into
my mouth.

	Sucking on her nipple was somehow fulfilling a
desire I always had to suck on my mother's nipples
like I had as a baby.  I felt the other tit while
nursing on her nipple.  I was reluctant to release it
when Gail wanted to stand up to remove her skirt.
She had to push my head away.  She stood up and
faced me while she unfastened the skirt.  She pulled
it down and stepped out of it.  Then she pulled down
her half slip, and discarded it in the same manner.
All she had on was black lace panties that matched
the bra she had already removed.  They were hip
huggers that barely covered her pubic area and
didn't do much about covering her round butt
cheeks.  The best you could say is that they did hide
her asshole.  She had on very sweet cologne.  I think
it was Elizabeth Taylor's White Diamond, but the
fragrance did not cover the musky smell of her
pussy right in front of my face.

	She rolled down the delicate spider web
material over her hips, exposing her straight pubic
hair.  All of the hairs were pointing towards her
opening.  I could see her labia protruding beyond the
opening.  The skin reminded me of brown colored
Brussels sprouts.  While she stood in front of me
she used fingers of both hands to spread her pussy,
allowing me to get a good look at her pussy.  The skin
looked like the skin inside of my mouth.  There was a
small hooded clit just below a stiff ridge between
her labia.  The opening of her vagina had a small hole
that I knew was her urethra, beyond the hole was a
ragged opening leading into her vagina.  The way she
was standing even allowed me to see her cervix.  I
knew what it was from the illustrations in the books
I had used for my human sexuality class.

	Gail stepped forward pressing her pussy
against my face.  She grabbed both sides of my
head, and ground her wet pussy against my face.
The way she was humping my face I had to close my
eyes, because she was smearing her juices all over
my face.  If anyone had ever told me that a woman
could squirt cum when she climaxed, I would have
called them a liar, but when she climaxed, my mouth
was drenched with a slimy watery liquid that I had
to swallow.  At that point I was willing to do
anything she wanted.

	We rested for a short time, while she assured
me that I was the best fuck she had ever had.  She
even assured me that she loved my school girl look.
She told me that she had always wanted to seduce a
Japanese school girl.  I became her sex slave after
that.  I would do anything she asked of me.

	Gail liked to spank me for being a naughty girl
before fucking me.  She had a strap-on dildo that
she used to fuck my pussy and asshole.  When she
was sure I would do anything she wanted she tested
me regularly.

	One afternoon on a typically rainy day I took
the bus to get close to her house.  When I walked
the remaining couple of blocks, I was greeted at the
door by Gail in a silk kimono.  Upon entering her
home I was disappointed to see an older woman
sitting on her sofa.  I was introduced to another
professor from school.  She was a teacher from the
art department.  I thought that I was not going to
get any sex this afternoon, little did I know.

	The woman was a stocky woman.  She was
dressed in a big wool Pendleton shirt and western
jeans that made her ample butt look even bigger.
Her blonde hair was cropped short and spiked.  If it
were not for the huge swell of her breasts, and
smooth childish looking face, she could almost pass
as a male.  The closest person I could say she looked
like was Chastity Bono after she changed her name
to Chas, without the facial hair.  Her name was
Maggie.  She taught ceramics.

	When Gail introduced me to her, Maggie took
hold of my hand and pulled me down to sit on her lap,
not that she had much of a lap.  Her belly and
breasts covered so much of her lap.  I was almost
forced to cling to her neck to keep from sliding off.
There was no doubt about the absence of a bra.  I
could feel her soft flesh through the wool shirt.
Her bold move shocked my natural shyness.

	Maggie insisted that I change into a Japanese
school girl uniform.  My little black skirt was fine
but she had a Middy blouse with a blue collar with
white strips, and a loop at the opening to stuff a
black scarf through.  They both complimented me on
how much I looked like the perfect Japanese school
girl.  She even gave me a nice big all day sucker.  She
had me sit back down on her lap, while I licked the
candy striped sucker, she started running her big
meaty hand up the inside of my thigh until she had
her hand on the crotch of my moist panties.  She
pulled the panties aside, and felt my vulva before
sticking her thick finger into my cunt.  She
masturbated me to the point that I was about to
cum.

	Her next move was to unbutton the wool shirt
to expose those massive breasts.  Each one was
bigger around than my waist.  They reminded me of
water balloons resting on her ponderous belly.  I was
surprised by the size of her areolas, because each
one was as big around as a coffee or tea saucer.
The nipples were big as concord grapes.  She used
both hands to lift one of her tits up for me to suck
on.  I pressed my face against her big soft breast,
and sucked on her nipple for a long time, while she
continued finger fucking my little pussy.  When she
had enough, she stood me up.

	She pulled my panties down and made me step
out of them.  She made me back up until I came in
contact with the coffee table.  She helped me sit
down and lay back lengthwise on the table.  My feet
were resting on the floor.  She pushed the jumper up
to my armpits, so that she could play with my
nipples, while she put her face between my legs.  The
way she sucked on my pussy was unbelievable.  I was
calling her all kinds of dirty names.  Gail took care of
my filthy mouth by sitting on my face, and covering
my mouth with her wet pussy.  They continued doing
that until I had a body wrenching cum.

	The chubby woman rolled me off of the coffee
table, and took my place after removing her shoes
and socks.  Her socks were crew length nylons, with
tops so tight that they cut into the flesh of her
ankles, so much that I figured that the blood flow
to her feet was cut off.  She unfastened her jeans,
and stood up to pull them down, along with her baggy
panties.  While she was stepping out of them, I saw
that her big butt and thighs were dimpled with
cellulite so much that her ass looked like the craters
on the moon.  Her thighs were bigger around than
Gail's waist.  When she sat back down on the coffee
table, she pulled me down between her legs, and
made me suck her pussy.

	Her soft flesh smothered my face, and the
stench of her pussy was stronger than anything I
had smelled to that date.  Somehow the smell just
made eating her pussy more erotic.  She was holding
my head between her hands, and grinding my face
into her wet opening.  Gail was watching everything
that was going on.

	At some point Gail lifted me up, so that I was
standing up, and bent over to keep my face in
contact with that fleshy pussy.  Gail squatted down,
and hung onto my hips while she licked my pussy
from clit to asshole.  The way she concentrated on
tonguing my asshole turned me on like nothing
before.  When she stopped, I almost cried for the
want of the feeling.  Gail had stopped long enough to
put on a strap-on dildo.

	Yes...my beloved Gail fucked me from behind
until her rubber dick was coated with my pussy juice,
then she pulled it out of my cunt, and stuffed it into
my asshole.  The pain was like a hot fire poker being
forced into my ass.  The pain just added to my
sexual excitement.  When I came my knees went
weak.  I went to the floor on my knees.

	The woman was still grinding my face against
her pussy.  Her slimy juices were going up my nose.
My throat was sore from swallowing her juices.
When she finely came she pushed me away, and
pulled Gail to her, and kissed her on the mouth.

	I had no idea I was capable of doing all of the
things we had done that evening.  Eventually we got
dressed, and the two of them drove me back to my
dorm.  When I entered my room, my roommate saw
just how exhausted I was.  She got up out of her
bed to help me.  All she had on was a green and
yellow football jersey.  Just catching a glimpse of
her black pubic hair was enough to make me horny.

	She must have smelled all of the pussy juice
that had dried on my body, while she undressed me.
Rather than putting me in my bed, she put me in her
warm bed.  I was in no condition to fight her, and
besides the prospect of having sex with a Japanese
girl my age was turning me on too.

	She had small breasts, but they were larger
than mine.  Her pubic hair looked like mine.  She
mounted me head to toe.  I was looking up at her
pussy as she lowered it down to my face.  She was
blowing her warm breath on my pussy at the same
time.  We ate pussy until we were both so tired we
had to cuddle up to rest.  My life was changed
forever.

	When I graduated and returned home to take
over the flower business I collected a retinue of
older and younger women to play with.  I also
delivered flowers to special customers.  Being a
short adult with the figure of pre-teen has turned
out to be such an advantage when seducing women
and girls that I don't envy big breasted women
anymore.



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