Date: 18 Feb 2002 11:10:20 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Nicole (Adult Youth f/F)

Warning:

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

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                             Nicole
                               By
                              Jan


	It was a nice spring day in Detroit, Michigan and I was
daydreaming at my desk in Political Science class when the
voice of the Principal's secretary came over the intercom
requesting that Nicole Peoples to bring my Social Security
number to the Principal's off ice with me after class.

	I was not the kind of girl that was in trouble all the time.
In fact I was known as a goody too shoes around school.  I was
active in school politics, the band, the art club, and even was on
the swim team.  I could not figure out why they would even
need my social security number.

	I was dressed like every other girl in my school.  Not that
we had to wear uniforms or anything, we just seemed to dress
alike.  We tended to be in sweaters, skirts, ankle socks, and
tennis shoes and our hair in ponytails with bangs.  My Hair is
blonde with slightly darker roots; my eyes were a light blue.  I
was a junior in school at this time.  I was almost grown, I stood
five-feet four-inches tall and nature had been kind to me like
my mother I had a firm 36-D and full round hips.  I caught
more than one boy or male teacher giving my figure an
admiring glance.  Not that I had ever encouraged any boy.
When I went out on dates I spent most of the time fighting
away groping hands.  A few friends respected my desires and
gave up trying to make out with me.  All this was running
through my mind as I walked down the hall.

	When I reached the principals off her secretary told me to
go right in.  I was opening the door to her office when I saw the
secretary gather up her purse and close up her desk and get up
to get her coat as if she was going home for the day.

	When I enter the office Mrs. Witt was working some
paper on her desk and the green shade on the desk lamp cast a
pale glow on my skin that made me look almost sick.  I had
plenty of time to observe Mrs. Witt.  She had been a blonde in
her youth but gray was taking over.  She still had lots of hair
that she kept up in a French twist.  I'm sure she used enough
hair spay on it to make it flammable.  She dressed in a woman's
gray business suit with a teal silk blouse that had a collar that
was at least a yard long and they were tied in an over hand knot
that had the ends tucked into the suit jacket.  She was a tall
woman.  I had seen her around school and figured that she was
at least five-feet eight or nine-inches tall.  She was one of those
matronly women that looked like her breasts were at least an F-
cup and her waist was as big around as her butt.

	She casually looked up and told me to have a seat in the
one of the two green leather chairs in front of her desk.  And
with her eyes she looked at the chair she wanted me to sit in.

	I sat down and started shredding the tissue paper in had
in my hand as part of a nervous reaction to this visit.  I was also
tapping the heel of my right tennis shoe on the carpeted floor.

	Mrs. Witt finally closed the folder on her desk and stood
up and walked around her desk and leaned against the front of
her desk as she putt both hands on the edge and rocked back
and forth a little.

	She told me that she did need to see my social security
number.  That was just for the public's interest for calling you
in here.  You can say that our records just had two conflicting
numbers and we wanted to correct them.

	The real reason I called you here is because I have been
watching you grow up.  I was hoping you would do something
that would get you in my office.  Now that you are in the last
part of your junior year I felt I had to act.

	I was totally confused about what this was leading
towards.  What could she possibly want from me?

	She leaned forward until her face was only inches from
mine and I could smell her perfume and the onions she had for
lunch.  She said, "I brought you here because I want your body
and I wanted you to know if you say anything I will make your
life miserable.  You will be driven out of school if you ever tell
anyone what I want to do to you.

	I was getting scared now.  What did she want from me?

	Mrs. Witt walked around behind me.  Then she placed
both hands on my shoulders.  She put her mouth next to my ear
and whispered, "A smart girl would sit back and enjoy the ride.
At that point she slipped her right hand inside the top of my
blouse and cupped my left breast.  She actually slipped her
hand inside my bra so that her bare hand was cupping my bare
flesh.  Even though I was frightened by her threat my nipples
were getting hard.

	She asked me, "Are you going to do everything I tell
you?"

	I said in a soft little girl's voice, "Yes Mamma!"

	She used her left hand to unbutton my blouse and pull it
out of my skirt.  Her body leaned forward forcing my back
array from the chair.  She pulled the blouse off my shoulder and
down my arms.  When my arms were free she unhooked the
back of my bra.  Because of the size of my breasts I buy bras
with wide shoulder straps because the weight of my breasts
causes narrow straps to cut into my shoulders.  When the bra
was released it felt like twenty pound weights had just been
removed from my shoulders.  With breasts the size of mine the
pink areolas were stretched into elongated ovals.  My little
nipples were as hard as they could get.  Mr. Witt squeezed both
tits with her hands and I could not hold back a satisfied moan.

	Mrs. Witt reached down and found the button on the flap
of my skirt on the right side of my skirt.  She unzipped the
zipper and she told me to stand up.  When I did as she told me
my skirt, blouse and bra fell to the floor.  I stepped out of the
pile at Mrs. Witt's feet.

	Here I was standing in front of her desk in just pink
panties and my tennis shoes.  Mrs. Witt walked around me and
felt my flesh like a plantation owner checking out the body of a
potential slave.  My skin had goose-bumps crawling up and
down my body from her touch.

	When she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the
panties and pulled them down I tried to cover my cunt with
both of my hands.  Mrs. Witt slapped my hands and held them
next to my legs like a shoulder standing at attention. She was
now looking at my sparsely covered pubis with brown hair only
slightly darker that the hair on my head.

	She lewdly wiped her finger between my legs up the
valley of the crack.  Then she held her finger under her nose
and smelled her finger as if she were smelling the cork of a
bottle of wine.  Judging by the smile on her face she must have
enjoyed the smell.  Then she sucked her fingers.

	She told me to lay belly down across her desk.  When I
did so she parted the cheeks of my ass and looked as my
sphincter and wet her finger in her mouth again and then forced
her finger into my anus.  She showed great joy in watching my
discomfort and my butt wiggled around on the desk trying to
get away from her probing finger.  It had been hours since
lunch and I knew that there must have been some shit right at
the opening.  If she felt it she didn't seem to mind because she
probed my asshole for several minutes.

	She told me not to move as she walked around to the
back of her desk and sat down in her reclining chair.  She
pulled the scarf-collar out of the jacket and untied it.  Then she
unbuttoned the jacket and removed it.  She tossed it onto the
cadenza behind her desk.  Then she unbuttoned her blouse and
removed it.  The blouse joined the jacket.  She stood up long
enough to unhook her skirt and remove it.  It joined the rest of
her suit.  She had on a dark lace bra and a dark half slip.

	She leaned forward and unhooked the bra from behind
and let it slide down her arms.  When her breasts were exposed
they were truly massive things.  They were soft and each one
was bigger than her head.  The areolas were as big as the
bottom of a 12 ounce beer glass.  The nipples were like sewing
thimbles.  She took one breast in her hands and fed the nipple
into my mouth.  I sucked on it like a baby until she replaced one
with the other.  Mrs. Witt pulled the nipple out of my mouth
and I felt deprived as she stood up and pulled the half slip
down.

	As she slip cleared her hips I saw that she was not
wearing any underwear at all.  She stepped out of the slip and
tossed it with the rest of her clothes.  When she turned to face
me she put both hands on her hips and spread her legs shoulder
width.  I was looking at a crop of light brown hair that looked
like it had never been shaved.  I'm talking noticeable hairs
growing past the V crease and down her legs.

	She told me to turn over onto my back.  When I did as
she requested she pilled me across the desk until my head was
hanging over the edge.  Then Mrs. Witt turned around and
straddled my head so that my nose was pressed against her
clitoris.  She ground her anus into my mouth with instructions
to stick out my tongue and taste her asshole.

	I thought I would get sick at the thought of tasting her
dirty asshole.  As she had planned, her ass was on my face I
saw hairs around the hole and what they call dingle berries
(little balls of shit clinging to the hairs.  But I did as I was told
and stuck my tongue up the hole and tasted her.  She ground her
ass into my face until she felt that I had cleaned her good
enough.  When she dismounted my head I filled my lungs with
fresh air and almost asked her to do it again.

	Mrs. Witt had other ideas and turned around to face my
body and mounted my head again.  This time her ass was over
my nose and my mouth was drinking the juices dripping from
her cunt.  She leaned over me and parted my labia with her
fingers so that she could taste my cunt.  I was having one
climax after another in short order.

	When she felt that I had enough she climbed up onto the
desk and squatted over my breasts and fit each of my nipples
into her cunt one at a time so that they were coated with her
juices.

	She told me to get dressed and go home.  Don't bath
tonight so that you can smell my odder of my cunt and ass all
night.  After school tomorrow I want you to stop by here and
tell me if you enjoyed it or not.

	We got dressed and I never took my eyes off her.  She
put her arm around my shoulders and led me to the door.  She
didn't say anything.  She just kissed my lips and squeezed my
ass.

	I had a fitful sleep that night.  I would wake up and smell
her cunt juices on my body and masturbate until I would climax
and fall asleep again.  I must have masturbated four or five
times during that night.


	The next day was terrible.  The clock seamed to take
forever to get to the time school would be over for the day.
When I reached the principal's office and knocked on the
secretary's door she only gave me a knowing smile as she left
and said to go right on in.

	When I opened the door Mrs. Witt was sitting at her desk
in a suit much like the one she had on yesterday only the blouse
was a white one this time and she had a broach that looked like
a family crest on the lapel of the suit jacket.  She looked op and
gave me a warm smile.

	"Did you think about what happened yesterday?" She
asked.

	I said, "I thought about nothing else all night."

	"What have you decided about your feeling?"

	"Never felt anything like that in my life and I want it to
never stop."

	She smiled, "Why don't you undress and have a seat?"

	I didn't respond verbally.  I just pulled my tank top over
my head and reached behind my back to unfasten the bra.  I
undid the skirt and pulled the skirt, slip and panties down at one
time.  Then I sat in the green chair to remove my shoes and
socks.  I placed all my clothes next to the chair as I waited to
see what Mrs. Witt would do next.

	Mrs. Witt stood up and walked around her desk.  This
was when I saw that she did not have a skirt, slip or panties on.
She was nude from the waist down.  She did have three inch
heels on.

	She looked almost comical with her blouse and jacket on
and her brown bush exposed to my view.  She did not have
nylons on and her thighs looked very white.

	She stood in front of me and used her fingers to show me
her clitoris.  Then she sad, "Nicole suck my clit for me."

	I sucked her cit into my mouth and set up a suck, blow
motion that drew her clit into my mouth and then blew it out
until it was almost out of my mouth.  When she turned around
and bent over at the waist I was looking at her asshole again.
This time it was clean.  I kissed it without being asked to do so
this time.  I pushed my tongue deep into her bowel.  She was
gyrating her hips around in an erotic dance of love.

	This time she sat me on the edge of her desk and
inspected my pussy.  She was mildly surprised to find that I was
still a virgin.

	She asked, "Do you want me to remove the hymen for
you?"

	I shook my head up and down to tell her yes.  She got up
and went around her desk and opened a drawer and too out an
interesting dildo with straps attached to it.  The dildo had a
large phallic replica and about three inches below that was a
small penis about four and a half inches long and no thicker
than her thumb pointed in 5the opposite direction.  She also
retrieved a tube of KY jelly.  Then she applied a generous
amount of jelly on the large shaft.  She inserted the shaft into
her cunt and wrapped the straps around her hips and drew the
straps up tightly with D-ring buckles.  What that did was put the
little penis above her cunt and a knobby surface against her
clitoris.  She lubed the little shaft up with the jelly and what
ever was left on her hand she wiped on my pussy lips.

	Mrs. Witt spread my legs wide with her hands behind the
backs of my knees.  Then she stepped forward and moved her
hips until the little pecker found the opening to my cunt.  She
pushed her hips forward and I inhaled deeply as the pain of that
little penis stretched my hymen.  She paused and leaned over
and kissed my mouth and while she did that she thrust her hips
forward.  I felt a sharp pain and grimiest as I said, " Oh, God
that hurt."

	Mrs. Witt pulled out of me and knelt between my legs to
inspect my cunt.  She licked up the thin traces of bloody fluid
that was dripping out of my cunt.  How could I hate anyone that
would drink my virginal blood?

	Mrs. Witt stood up as soon as the bleeding stopped.
Then she guided the little pecker back into my cunt.  It was sore
but after she started thrusting her hips in and out the pain was
replaced by the most incredible feeling I had ever felt.  I had my
first vaginal climax.  I was still shaking when Mrs. Witt had a
climax too.  Was it the large dildo or the knobs behind her little
penis rubbing her clit is hard to say?

	While I was recovering my breath the door opened and
the secretary came in to the office.  She came around the desk
and undressed herself as she switched between kissing Mrs.
Witt and me.  She was shaved clean between her legs.  She
straddled my head and lowered her cunt to my mouth.  It
smelled of floral soap as much as cunt juices.  As I sucked her
cunt Mrs. Witt played with her nipples.

	When we were done she gave me her home phone
number and told me that I was to stop by her office every night
after school for awhile.  She told me to call her tonight at bed
time.

	After I showered for bed and put on my teddy for bed I
called her on my phone and we talked about what we did and
what we would do next time.  This was my first time at having
phone sex.  I was masturbating myself as she told me that she
was going to stretch my asshole until she could fuck me with
her large dildo.  While she was telling me about this I was
probing my ass with my finger.

	For the next year and a half Mrs. Witt and I had sex after
school and had phone sex almost every night.  When I went
away to college I would stop by after school when I was home
so that Mrs. Witt could fuck either hole at our pleasure.


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