Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2015 18:56:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Southern Florida girls College (lesbian/Adult Youth, anal, oral, f/fFF

Warning:

Adult Youth, anal, oral,

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
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             Southern Florida Girls College
                          Or
                Sluts for Girls College
                          By
                         Jan

	I chose to go to Southern Florida Girls College
because I met a girl, named Judy, from that school at
a party that assured me that the school was known as
the "Sluts for Girls Collage."  The prospect of being
at a school that would not only allow me to jump other
girls but actually encourage it was enough to make my
panties wet.

	I submitted my resume and verifications of my
grades and SAT test scores, along with the name of
the girl that had referred me.  I heard back in less
than two weeks from the school, asking me to come
down for a visit.

	Southern Florida is very tropical in nature,
Christmas it is often an air temperature 84 degrees,
humidity 90 percent, and a water temperature 84
degrees.  When I arrived I was pleasantly surprised
to find that they had a relaxed dress code.  The girls
were dressed for comfort.  Most were wearing cut
off T-shirts, T-strapped tube tops, or halter tops.
Shorts tight enough creep up the cracks of their
butts and vulvas to accent their camel toes.  They
either wore shower flip-flops, sandals, or crocks.  I
learned the hard way that if you wore tennis shoes or
leather pumps, by morning they would have green
fungus growing in them.  The first day I was there I
woke up in the morning to find green fungus inside my
black pumps.

	When I entered the campus, with Judy
escorting me to the air-conditioned administration
office to talk to an admittance person, Judy
introduced me to the young woman behind the
counter as Miss Kathy Richardson and that I wished
to enroll at the college.  She looked up my name on
the appointment book and used an intercom to talk to
someone.  We were asked to have a seat, and we
waited a few minutes before being directed to the
office of a Ms. Bloom.  I found her to be an
attractive redheaded woman about 45 years old.  She
was dressed comfortably in a thin dress that did
little to hide the shape of her figure.  She must have
been a size 16, but looked good in her body.

	When we entered she looked up with clear blue
eyes.  "Come in Judy and your young friend, and have
a seat.  My name is Ms. Bloom.  I have been reading
Kathy's paper work."  Her glasses were sitting low on
the tip of her nose.

	I had over dressed for the climate and was
overheated.  When I sat down in the chair facing her
desk I felt sweat trickling down the middle of my
back."

	She sat back in her swivel chair and laced her
fingers over her breasts.  "Your academic record
looks adequate for you to enter our little college or
just about any college of your choice.  What drew you
to our little college?"

	I said, "I met Judy at a party back home, and I
found her to be a delightful person!  She spoke
glowingly of your college, so I figured that I would
love to go to the same school as her!"

	Ms. Bloom looked at Judy with a twinkle in her
eye, and smiled.  "Yes, Judy is a charming girl.  I can
understand now why you have chosen our humble
college to matriculate from.  We have small and
rather unusual campus life here.  We are reluctant to
admit girls that don't understand the liberal way we
socialize here."

	With that statement she casually unbuttoned
the button right between her large breasts, and
pulled back the lapels to expose even more of those
large creamy breasts.  It was obvious that she wore
no brassier.  Her nipples were making a definite
impression on the front of her dress.  "It is always
hot and humid down here, if you care to make
yourself more comfortable, feel free to do so, my
dear!"

	As I said before, I was over dressed for the
climate.  I had worn light summer clothes, but had
layered a light matching jacket over my T-strapped
dress to cover my shoulders and upper arms.  When I
leaned forward to remove the jacket, I notices the
ways the woman studied my breasts.  There was a
little smirk in her smile that told me she liked what
she saw.  I could feel the sweat under my arms
making my dress moist under my arms.  There was
also a drop of perspiration trickling down between my
breasts.  There were beads of moisture on my upper
lip.

	Ms. Bloom asked, "Please tell me all about how
and when you learned that you preferred the
company of women and girls?"

	Since she was being so frank with me I decided
to be just as frank.  "I discovered that I liked to play
with a girl that lived next door when I was in fourth
grade.  She was a year younger than me.  We engaged
in kissing and mutual masturbation for years before
my mother came home early one time and entered my
bedroom finding me kissing the girl while
masturbating her vigorously.  She was very upset, and
sent the girl home before reprimanding me soundly
for my conduct."

	"She must have told Martha, her best friend,
about my conduct, because her friend Martha
approached me a couple of days later.  She told me
she was having trouble with her computer, and asked
me if I would have a look at her computer.  Mother
even told me that I should help Martha, so I went
home with her."

	"I had always had a slight crush on her, because
she was an amazingly beautiful full bodied woman.
She had voluptuous figure to support her 38-DD
breasts.  The prospect of helping her with her
computer, and being alone with her was enough to
make my panties wet."

	"Her computer was sitting on a desk in her
bedroom.  I sat about correcting a few flaws
programming in her computer.  She was standing
behind me close enough that I could smell her
perfume and feel her body heat.  She was resting her
hands on my shoulders, and when I was explaining
what I was doing she reached over my shoulders to
touch the keyboard.  My head was resting between
her ample breasts.  At that point all pretense of
needing help vanished, and she placed her hands on
my breasts and gave them a squeeze.  When I
moaned, she came around to face me, and untied the
halter top of her dress.  Her large breasts spilled out
as she lowered the front of her dress.  She lifted
one of her tits, and pressed the nipple against my
lips.  I sucked on her nipples and massaged her tits
for a long time.  She was the one to suggest we
remove our clothes, and make use of her bed.  We
sucked tits and pussies until we had both had multiple
orgasms.  I became a frequent visitor of hers."

	"I became very adapt, at finding girls to party
with, and Martha even introduced me to some of her
other friends that had a taste for young girls.  Last
fall I was invited to a lesbian party, where I met
Judy, and had an enjoyable evening with her.  She
suggested that I would love coming to this college"

	Ms. Bloom smiled sweetly at me as she
approached me.  She unbuttoned another button, and
pulled the top of her dress open to expose both of
her glorious tits.  They may well have been even
larger than Martha's.

	I was fascinated by the fact that her breasts
had a golden tan without any sign of tan lines, and her
areolas were very large indeed.  I had only seen
areolas that large in photographs in erotic magazines.
Her nipples were large too.  It was obvious that she
was presenting them to me, so I started sucking on
one nipple while playing with the other tit.  While I
was sucking on her tit, she slipped my T-straps off
my shoulders, and pulled the front of my simple
cotton summer dress down to expose my firm 36-C +
sized tits.

	When she started toying with my nipples, I
echoed her every touch.  We were both breathing
hard, and eventually we enjoyed orgasms only
moments apart.  She placed her hand on the inside of
my thigh as I sat there, and slid her hand up the
inside of my leg until she found my wet panties.

	Judy got up and stood behind me.  She reached
over to take hold of my breasts.  While Ms. Bloom set
about masturbating me.  I was a physical wreck when
I had an earth shattering orgasm.

	When I recovered and straightened up my
clothes Ms. Bloom buttoned up her dress and set
about completing the paperwork to admit me to the
college.  By the time we left her office I had my class
schedule.  She took us on a tour of the small campus
and introduced me to the dean and her staff.

	I was a small campus of only five buildings.
There were no living facilities on campus for the 300
odd students.  The students had to be housed in the
homes of the locals.  The community was located
miles away from anything.  The town had its own
beach, and it was clothing optional.  The white sandy
beach was in fact crushed coral so fine that it was
like quartz sand.  I learned that the little town was
inhabited by only women.

	Judy took me to the home she was staying in,
and introduced me to, Ms. White, her landlady.  She
asked her if there was room for me to live there.

	She was a charming little old woman with hair
style that was right out of the 50's, a pompadour do
in Champlain pink.  Judy wanted me to share her
room, but Ms. White reminded Judy that she
preferred new girls to live with her, until she knew
that the student was compatible with the group in
her house.

	I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but it
became clear that she wanted me to move into her
bedroom and actually sleep in bed with her.  The
prospect of sleeping with this charming little old lady
was exciting enough to me.  I agreed to her terms,
knowing that after the first semester I would either
have my own room or be allowed to move in with Judy
or one of the other girls.

	Judy also took me down town to show me there
little community.  The shopping district was only a
couple of blocks long.  I was struck by the fact than
every business was staffed by only women and girls.
Even the one and only gas station was manned by
females.  It was just a short walk from the end of
the shopping district to the clothing optional beach.
The white coral sand beach was populated by naked
females without the occasional dangling male penis.  I
was impressed to see women of all ages without tan
lines defining triangles of modesty on their crotch,
and breasts.

	I was thrilled about moving into this small
community.  I had never dreamed about the prospect
of finding a community dedicated to a lesbian life
style.  Judy explained to me that a very wealthy
woman had bought a large amount of land in southern
Florida to build a small community and college so
isolated that unwelcome visitors would not be able to
disturb their way of life.  The town and college were
almost unknown outside the lesbian world.  I called my
parents and told them that I was enrolling at
Southern Florida Girls College.

	They were disappointed that I had chosen to
pass on going to a major university.  My resume would
have granted me access to just about any school I
chose.  I knew that whatever college or university I
could have chosen would have an active lesbian
community, but this school was small enough that I
could get to know everyone, and the added incentive
was that the administration and local community was
actively lesbian.

	When I got home I gathered up my belongings
that I thought would be relevant for my college life,
and made the trip down there after saying my
goodbyes to family and friends.  My young neighbor
was the most upset about my departure.

	When I arrived at the home I could be living in
for the next four years or more Ms. White welcomed
me with open arms and a wet kiss.  She had already
made room for my stuff in her walk-in closet.  I had a
week or so before the next semester started, so
Judy and Ms. White showed me the town.  There was
a bowling alley, a couple of bars, a market, dry
cleaners, hardware store, Laundromat, and even a
local police station manned by a couple of dykes.

	I really enjoyed the beach, because there were
no males gawking at the naked women on the beach.
The three of us went to the beach one morning,
before sun made the sand too hot to walk on bare
footed.  We spread out our towels and set up
recliners.  I had brought along a paperback novel to
read, but actually did very little reading.  I was too
busy admiring the girls and women on the beach.

	No one was embarrassed about kissing each
other in public.  Women and girls were applying
coconut butter and sun screen on each other.  They
were very liberal about applying the lotions to pussies
and tits.  I witnessed an older woman that was a
professor at the college I had met on my first visit
eating the pussy of a girl my age.

	I was getting horny but reluctant to masturbate
in public, as it turned out I didn't have to, Judy
played with my tits, while Ms. White made herself
useful by applying lotion to my pussy until I actually
had an orgasm.  We stayed on the beach long enough
for my skin to get about as much sun as it could
stand.  We eventually walked the short distance
home.  We showered and got dressed casually to visit
some local spots.  We discussed where we wanted to
eat.  Cuban food was a little spicy for my taste.
Mexican would be fine with me, but we eventually
greed on Italian.  I ordered lasagna, and they chose
rigatoni with meat sauce.  We had green salads and
sautéed mushrooms before the main course.  We had
red wine with our meal and a light pastry with
cappuccino for dessert.  The waitress was very
flirtatious with me.  I assume because I was a new
face and young.

	The first day of my college career was
interesting.  Each professor personally interviewed
each girl in their classes.  We were assured that
their doors were open to us if we had any questions.
We were also warned that flashing them would not
help us get better grades.  They assured us that they
had seen all manner of pussy and tits.  Outside of
class we could party with them, but just because we
ate their pussies was not going to affect grades.

	When I saw my English teacher my heart
skipped a beat.  This woman looked so much like
Catherine Zeta Jones she could pass as a sister.  I do
like full bodied woman with dark hair down their
backs and light brown skin.  I made it my goal to get
to know her personally before the semester ended.



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