Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 16:05:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: The School Nurse (lesbian/adult youth, oral, f/FF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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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                  School Nurse
                       By
                      Jan

	I was the oldest daughter of a woman that I
can only call a tramp.  She had four children by three
different men.  She hooked up with them in bars.
She was a redheaded Irish-American, and all of her
children are redheaded with freckles.

	We were forced to live on the wrong side of the
tracks, as they say.  We grew up in a neighborhood
that was predominantly Mexican.  My siblings and I
didn't fit in with our contemporaries.  We had to
fight to be accepted.

	Home life was depressing, hunger was common,
but Mom never gave up her cigarettes.  She smoked
at least a pack a day.  Her evenings were spent bar
hopping and drinking.  She would come staggering
home with some drunk in tow.  My brother, sisters
and I could hear the bed banging against the bedroom
wall and hear all of their nasty talk.  There was not
much we didn't know about sex.

	School was not that interesting to me.  I could
do the work easily enough.  More often than not I
would do all of my homework in the classroom before
the final bell.  At the same time I couldn't appear to
be a bookworm.  I hung out with the Pachuca Mexican
girls.  I got my homemade cross tattoo in the web of
my right hand between my thumb and index finger.

	I got into trouble several times, at first it was
being out on the street after curfew, eventually I got
busted for shoplifting.  My defiance got me sent to
the Principal's office for dispensary action more
times than I can remember.

	When I was in the sixth grade and twelve years
old I got in a fight with a Mexican girl over her
perception that I was trying to steal her man.  At the
time I could have cared less about any boy, but I was
not about to back down from any bitch.  We met just
off the school property, just so the teachers would
not get involved.

	It was a knockdown drag off fight.  We pulled
hair, bit each other and did our best to hit each
other's breasts and pussy.  I thought the fight was
over when I got on top of her and pulled her sweater
and bra up over her tits, and gave her nipples a tit
twister until she surrendered.  When I got up and
was walking away the bitch picked up a rock and hit
me on the back of the head.  I was bleeding like a
stuck pig and dizzy enough to almost fall.  My friends
helped me back to the school nurse's office.

	The school nurse was Miss Garrett, a woman in
her mid-thirties.  I had never had any reason to visit
her office over the years I had been in primary
school.  Oh...I had seen her in the teacher's lounge
when I had been sent to deliver a message a few
times.  She was about five-feet six, and slender, with
short brown hair and glasses.  There was nothing
about her that made her stand out to me.  It was
interesting though that the teachers punished us for
smoking, but in the lounge almost all of them relaxed
by smoking and drinking coffee.

	When my friends deposited me in her office
they split after giving her the short story about how
I got hit on the back of the head.  The nurse had me
sit in a chair to have a look at my head.  It was
amazing how much blood there was for such a small
wound.  She cleaned up my head and used hydrogen
peroxide to clean up the wound.  She put a couple of
stitches in the scalp wound and put a bandage on it.
Then she conducted some tests to see if I had a
concussion.  She satisfied herself that there were no
lasting effects, before she sat me down and used a
clipboard to write up what had happened to me, and
the treatment.

	When I told her about the fight, I told her that
it happened on the street off campus.  As soon as I
divulged where the fight had taken place she stopped
writing.  She said, "If I file an accident report about
this incident you would get in trouble, and probably
be expelled for a few days."

	I shrugged nonchalantly, "No big deal, I have
been expelled before."

	"Since it happened off campus I don't have to
file a report.  But I would like to give you a thorough
physical exam.  I suspect you have never had one."

	Miss Garrett was right, because I had only been
to the free clinic when I was sick.  I didn't think it
was really necessary but I suspected if I didn't go
along with her desire she would file the report, and
get me in trouble.  From past experience I knew that
they would pressure me to reveal the name of the girl
I fought with.  The adults just don't understand that
finking on anyone is just not done.

	There was very little I could do.  To avoid the
confrontation with the Principal I agreed to allow the
nurse to give me an exam.

	She told me to remove my bloody T-shirt.
Although I was starting to develop breasts I didn't
wear a bra because of the expense, so with the
removal of my T-shirt I was naked to the waist.  She
placed her stethoscope against my back and chest.
She moved it around and had me cough.  The cold
metal made my nipples hard.  She used her fingers to
stimulate them even more.

	I knew what she was doing was not appropriate,
but I was in no place to object.  If I were to complain
it would be my word against hers.  Girls like me were
branded as liars and trouble makers.

	When I didn't object she cupped my breasts
and felt them gently.  I closed my eyes and stood
there without saying anything.  Her manipulations did
stimulate me, so my breathing became ragged.  She
grew bolder and bent over and started sucking on my
nipples.  I have to admit that she was turning me on.
I knew what she was doing to me.  I had witnessed
enough sex to know what she was doing.  I placed my
hands on the back of her head as I laced my fingers
through her hair and pulled her head against my
breasts even harder.

	Miss Garrett started unfastening my worn and
tattered jeans.  I didn't resist her efforts.  While
she was sucking on my nipples, she pulled down my
jeans until they fell down around my ankles.  That was
when she pulled down the back of my old worn cheap
panties, and ran her fingers up and down the sweaty
valley, until her finger found my asshole.  She toyed
with it until I started doing a little dance.  Then she
shoved her hand down the front of my panties.  I had
just started growing pubic hair down there.  She
toyed with the tendrils of my pink pubic hair.  I was
wiggling around, because it felt like little animals
crawling around down there.  When she probed my
cunt, she found that my hymen was intact but very
flexible.  She didn't press her advantage at that
point.

	She stopped long enough to pull my panties down
to my ankles.  Then she picked me up and sat me on
her examination table, and took my tennis shoes and
socks off, before she pulled my pants and underwear
off.  Now that I was totally naked, she positioned me
on the table so that she could inspect my lower body.

	Miss Garrett started feeling up my legs before
spreading them wide.  She studied my cunt and
asshole very carefully.  She probed the depths of my
anus with her fingers.  I had to moan in pain when she
inserted three fingers into my asshole.

	That was when she concentrated on my cunt
again.  She spread my labia as far as the skin would
allow.  She put her face so close I could feel her cool
breath.  Then she started licking my clit with the tip
of her tongue.  I felt her stick a finger into my cunt
again.  She continued stretching my hymen to the
breaking point.  There was a sharp stabbing pain when
she broke through the barrier.  I winced in pain and
let out a little cry, but the pain quickly dulled.

	Miss Garrett went down on me and sucked my
pussy until the pain was replaced by the most
pleasant feeling I had ever felt.  When she was
satisfied that my climax was over she stood up and
stroked my legs.  "Now that you know what sex is all
about, are you going to do me the honor of showing
me what you have learned?"

	It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what
she wanted.  I still felt a little wobbly when I rolled
off of the table and tried to stand up.  I helped her
remove her clothes.  She had on a white nurse's
uniform.  Under that was a white full slip.  When we
got the slip off, I witnessed that she had on a
conservative white bra, and what we call granny
panties over pantyhose, and her feet were in white
practical shoes.  She reached behind her back and
unhooked her bra.  When she let the bra fall away
her breasts were only slightly larger than mine, and
they sagged down onto her rib cage, causing them to
have indentations, like empty cloth coin purses.  The
areolas were dry looking ovals with leathery looking
nipples.

	I had to lift them.  It was like holding a warm
jellyfish in my hands the way they spilled over my
hands.  I sucked on her nipples while she stroked my
head, and encouraged me.

	In a short time I just had to find out what her
pussy looked like.  I started rolling those baggy
panties and pantyhose down her body.  She sat on the
table and helped me remove her shoes.  Then I
finished pulling the underwear and hose down her
slender legs.  When she was totally naked I stood
back and checked out what she looked like.

	Miss Garrett had wide hips that placed her
thighs wide enough that they didn't meet at the
junction of her body.  Standing up with her legs
together still allowed light to pass between her upper
thighs.  She obviously never shaved or trimmed her
pubic hair.  There was a thick growth of light brown
hair all over her pubic area and under her arms.  Her
labia major were so prominent that it dangled
between her legs like flabby rubbery lips and that
thick ridge had her clit fully exposed at all times.  I
suspected that her clit was being rubbed by her
panties all of the time.  A fact that was supported by
her, when I asked her if her clit was always being
stimulated by clothes.

	She was a very clean woman, but just the same
her pussy had a strong musky smell, that I could
detect standing a full yard away.  Despite the smell I
felt my mouth watering in anticipation of tasting her
cunt.  When I moved my face close to her cunt I felt
the tendrils of her pubic hair before I actually
touched her flesh.  The air around her pussy was
actually moist with warm humidity that radiated from
her body.  I rubbed my face against her pubic hair
until my face actually looked like I had a rash or I
had scraped my face against sandpaper.  Still I used
my tongue to stimulate her clit and pussy until the
ligament under my tongue had been scraped against
my lower teeth until it was bleeding.

	When she started to cum she had her legs
dangling over my back and started pounding her feet
against my lower back and buttocks with her heels.
While she was doing that, she almost smothered me.

	Miss Garrett slowly unwrapped her long legs
from around my head, allowing me to straighten up.
We gathered up our clothes and got dressed.  She
placed her arms around me and kissed me.  I could
smell my own pussy juices all over her face.  I knew
that my face and hands smelled of her too.

	She also cautioned me not to discuss her
examination of me, and added that she would like to
see me again.

	While I was walking home I thought about what
had just taken place.  I was not stupid enough to not
understand that she was a pedophile, but at the same
time I had enjoyed having sex with her.

	The next day at school I made a point to visit
her, so that she could look at my stitches.  While she
was putting on a fresh bandage, I gave her tit a
squeeze.  She told me to meet her after school at a
location she knew of that was remote enough that the
likelihood of anyone that would recognize us was
remote.

	I was very excited about the prospect of
meeting her and I was almost hyperventilating as I
approached the location.  When she pulled up
alongside of me in her little Mini Cooper I almost
didn't recognize her, because she had changed
clothes.  She looked like a typical housewife in a
pastel dress.  I opened the passenger door and
jumped into her car.  She placed her hand on my knee
as she pulled away from the curb.  The frayed hole in
the knee of my jeans allowed her to place her hand on
my flesh.

	I had no idea where she was taking me.  I
assumed she was taking me to her home, but it turned
out that she took me to a house located in an old
industrial area that was almost devoid of any activity.
She parked the car behind the house, out of sight
from the street.  She assured me that this little old
house belonged to an old friend of hers.  We entered
through the backdoor.  The linoleum floor was old and
worn, but it was clean.  She called out, "Helen, where
are you?"

	A warm voice responded, "Honey...I'm in the
living room!"

	We moved through the old kitchen and dining
room through arched doors into the front of the
house that was obviously the living room.  The old
style mohair furniture was covered with lace
crocheted doilies.  Sitting in a straight backed chair
with wooden clawed feet, was a tiny little old woman.
She absolutely looked like a Rockwell portrait of a
sweet little old lady.  She was listening to an old
vacuumed tube Zenith radio.  She reached over and
turned off the radio, as she welcomed us.

	Miss Garrett introduced me to her friend.  The
little old woman took hold of my hand and kissed my
fingers.  I wondered why the nurse had brought me
to this home.  I had expected that she was taking me
someplace to reenact the sexual activity of the day
before.

	It came as a shock when the little old lady
reached out and placed the palm of her hand right on
the crotch of my jeans.  Miss Garrett pulled the T-
shirt over my head revealing my youthful breasts.
The little woman played with both nipples.  When
Miss Garrett reached around to play with one of my
breasts, the old woman placed her free hand in her
lap.  When she pulled up the skirt of her conservative
thin blue print dress, she exposed a naked crotch.
Her crotch was covered with gray pubic hair.  She
stuck a finger in her pussy and jilled herself.

	It was a strange thing to stand there feeling my
clothes being removed by the two of them.  It was
stimulating standing there totally naked, while they
removed their own clothes.  When they were naked
Miss Garrett turned me around and knelt in front of
me and started sucking my pussy.  While she was
doing that the little old lady spread my butt, and
stuck her tongue up my ass.  I was so excited that I
had a hard time to stand still.

	When I came we wound up lying on the Persia
carpet and I sucked both of their pussies while
playing with their tits.  I even tongue fucked both of
them.  When it was over and Miss Garrett was driving
me home, I celebrated by smoking a cigarette.

	I had been encouraged to call the little old lady
Granny Goose.  I found it convenient to take my young
girlfriends to her house to have sex with them.
Granny loved to watch and have sex with us too.  I
continued having sex with the two of them well
beyond my school years.



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