Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2005 22:28:21 -0800 From: Jan 0 Subject: School for Girls (Adult Youth, F/g....) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women and girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2005 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. School for girls By Jan Amanda was shopping with one of her young charges at the local mall in Saratoga New York (the home of the horse racing track) when they got caught in the parking lot by a sudden down pour of rain. They were drenching wet by the time they reached the car and by the time they got everything in side so were the shopping bags they were carrying. They were in a gay mood as they drove back to the state operated boarding school for young girls. Amanda was a young college graduate with degrees in physiology and social welfare. At the age of twenty-four she was just starting her career in youth services. Jennifer, the young girl sitting next to her, was a pleasant young lady that had a strong attachment to her. She was a bold child that nestled down in the bench seat of the old Chevrolet. She rested her head in Amanda's lap and was soon running her right hand up the inside of Amada's legs until she was stroking the silken panties. The sudden sexual attention forced Amanda to begin thinking about her past life. She had been a rather small child all of her life. As a young girl she had played usual amount of "you show me yours and I will show you mine". She had even kissed the pussies of two of her closes friends and had enjoyed having hers kissed in return. As she reached high school and her friends started developing breasts and dating boys she found that her physical development lagged far behind and she felt no attraction to boys, as the others seemed to. Her best friend was a girl named Renee. She was the first girl that she had ever kissed and explored each other's bodies. Her other girlfriend was Donna. Donna developed early. While other girls were getting excited about a few growths of hairs on their vulva Donna had the breasts of a woman. By the time they were in high school Donna was well aware of how shy Amanda was about her breasts or lack there-of. She seemed to delight in forcing Amanda to expose her little tits to shocked old ladies in public places like the bus terminal or in the mall. She and Renee would grab hold of Amanda and pull her tank top up when she least expected it. Once when the three of them were on the beach Donna and Renee stole the bra from her suit and left her holding her hands over her fried egg looking tits as the boys and girls around her laughed and pointed at her. As much as the public humiliation embarrassed and hurt her, Amanda got a thrill out of allowing them to be dominated that way. She knew she was different from other girls and that fact caused her to grow ever shyer. For the most part she spent all of her time studying. As a result she was accepted into a good college where she went about her business without drawing attention to herself. She hid her physical short coming by padding her bra. She never accepted any of the few offers of dates she received for fear that the boy would try and feel her up and find that her breasts were no larger than a child's A-cup. In her sophomore year she took a class from her faculty advisor from the physiology department. Mrs. Backer was a nice looking, full-bodied, older woman. Her blond hair was long and turning gray at the temples. It was while she was in her office during that semester that she really got to know Mrs. Backer. The woman revealed that she had been married for a short time after she got her PhD. It had been a marriage of convenience to make her more acceptable career wise. The sexual side of the marriage had not worked out but being a divorced woman was unacceptable in those days so she kept his name because it took suspicion away from her being a lesbian. That was a bit of a bombshell for Amanda. She had her suspicions about Mrs. Becker but had never witnessed any overt act to confirm them. Mrs. Backer was very understanding of Amanda's shy nature and didn't rush her to find out why she was so withdrawn. In time however Amanda felt comfortable enough with Mrs. Becker to confide in her when asked what she was so shy about. Amanda tried to pass it off with a glib remark. "Considering the amount of rubber in my bra I should have stock in Firestone" she joked. Mrs. Backer chuckled. "You have nothing to be ashamed of Dear. I personally know many women that would give anything to have the slim, flat chested look they had back the first time they found out how much fun sex is." Amanda blushed and turned her eyes towards the floor. Mrs. Backer said, "How sweet that it embarrasses you so much at the mention of sex." She got up and came around her desk and sat down next to Amanda. She placed her arm around her and lifted her head up by the chin. As gently and naturally as she could she leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. When she reached for her Amanda instinctually resisted her efforts to touch her breasts. Even though she had confided in Mrs. Becker about her substandard tits Amanda would be humiliated to have her secret put on display. The only thing worse would be to be exposed in public the way her friend had done in her youth. She has spent her young life hiding her small breasts from prying eyes whenever possible. However Amanda almost worshiped her faculty advisor and she could refuse her nothing. Slowly she released her grip on the woman's wrist and with her head bent low to avoid eye contact she allowed her to proceed. Mrs. Backer slowly slid her hand inside the neck of her blouse and then inside the cup of her bra. She found the small swell of Amanda's breast and her fingers sought out her youthful nipple that she stimulated like a toggle switch on a "Game Boy". It was enough to take Amanda's breath away. Amanda found that the woman was very skillful in removing the clothes of young students. Mrs. Becker could not help but notice that the bra cups held their shape as it was removed. The bottoms were thickly padded to push what little breasts she had upwards as if the mounds were about to spill out of top. When Amanda's breasts were exposed to the woman's sight Mrs. Becker could not resist playing with them like she was a little girl. She used her fingers to arouse the nipples to the point that they were hard and sensitive, before she sucked them. Amanda was so excited that she nearly climaxed as the woman drove her to distraction with her mouth. As embarrassed as she was about the size of her own breasts she was attracted to the size of other women's. Mrs. Backer was gifted with a full bust. They were larger than C sized and smaller than a D. Amanda reached for them and found them to be surprisingly firm inside the dress and bra. When Mrs. Becker unbuttoned her dress and pulled her tits out of the cups and Amanda could not take her eyes off of the orbs. She used both hands to worship them. She became Mrs. Backer's obedient lover from that moment on until she graduated and left for the job at the State home for girls. During those months she learned her way around a female body. As Mrs. Becker's student she discovered the pure joy of a loving tongue wandering across her torso and between her thighs. Before her training was complete she had learned to savor the pungent aroma of a puckered anus and the weeping slit of a horny middle-aged woman. Amanda was full of youthful good intentions when she arrived at her new place of employment. She promised herself that she would put her relationship with her teacher behind her and be the best social worker she could be. When she arrived at the facility she was a little over whelmed by the size of it but everything seemed in order at first. She moved into a nice looking neighborhood not far from the facility where she rapidly made friends with a number of the neighborhood women. It had the look of the neighborhood in the TV show "Desperate Housewives" and in time she found them to be just as sexually active as the ones on that TV show. Mrs. Goldman, the head matron at the facility was a very dominant woman. She was a large breasts redhead. Her full freckled face hid her age very well. She was in her fifties but looked no more that forty-five. She had the physical presence of a Marine Coups drill instructor about her. The staff walked softly around her and the children feared being summand to her office. Amanda slowly grew accustom to the surrounding. Nothing much was said about the conduct of the women in charge of the girls. Some were teachers and others were resident guardians all of which meant that the girls were under the scrutiny of an adult almost ever minute of the day. Amanda started noticing the way some girls clung to the women. It was nothing she could put her finger on. It was just an uncomfortable feeling her had when she saw the way some of the girls touched their ward custodians. She also started noticing the way some of the girls held hands and even kissed one another. She found it very stimulating when she saw the young girls kissing but did her best to hide her reaction. She also became aware of the conversations in the facility lounge. The typical topic of conversation was the physical development of the girls in the facility. Some of the women went so far as to talk about the sexual things they would like to do with some of the girls. "The school" as they like to call it housed four times as many girls as it was designed for. Amanda's caseload was comprised of a quarter of the student body. She was lucky if she even got time to read all of their files let alone see them. Most of her time was spent just seeing the ones that got in trouble. At first most visits to her office were a result of stealing or fighting however the longer she worked there the more cases of sexual aggression were referred to her. One of the earliest cases she saw was a seventeen-year- old that that had been caught openly masturbating herself in the bathroom. When she came into her office she was very defiant. The girl was attractive but projected the look of a punker. Her hair was dyed purple. Her eyebrow was pierced with a stainless steel bolt with little balls on each end. She deliberately chose clothes to big for her so that were baggy. If it were not for the belt the pants would be around her knees. Her shirt was rolled up to the elbow but hung at her wrists. She sat in the metal chair and defiantly withdrew a pack of cigarettes from a breast pocket along with a plastic lighter. She stood up one of her cigarettes and put it in her mouth and took a deep breath as she light it. Amanda said, "You are not supposed to be smoking in here." "Fuck you Bitch! What are you going to do, punish me for finger fucking my snatch or smoking?" Amanda said, "I just want to know why you feel it necessary to do anti-social things that will get you into trouble?" "I felt like getting myself off. If the old Bitch didn't like it she could go fuck herself." The girl blew the smoke in the direction of Amanda. "Why is it any of her business what I do to my body?" Amanda had to admit there was some logic to her argument. She asked, "Why do you think you felt like doing that in a place you knew you would be caught?" "I just felt like doing it. I didn't care if she caught me. If I was lucky she would have helped me get off. The worst she was going to do is send me here or to the matron's office." "What do you think the matron or I would do?" "The most you would do is sit there, asking me stupid questions. The matron would bust my ass with one of her paddles. It is not as if I have not been spanked before. That old dyke really gets off on pulling girls panties down you know." As the girl talked she used one hand to hold her cigarette while she stuck her other hand inside of her baggy shirt and pull out one of her breasts. This girl was hiding a magnificent body under the baggy clothes. The breast was a full C-sized tit. She toyed with her nipple as she continued to smoke. Amanda was captivated by the beauty of the girl's breast. The areola was as dark mauve color and larger than her own tit. The nipple was as big around as her Tamp-on tubes. She could not take her eyes off of the breasts. The girl could tell that her exhibition was having the effect on the woman she desired. She placed her hand under her breast and held it up and pointed the nipple at Amanda and asked, "Would you like to suck on this Shrink?" That shook Amanda up. She tried to retrieve her professional composure. "That would not be very professional of me. I am here to help you discover why you rebel." "I like sex and I don't care who gets me off as long as they succeed in making me cum." With that she stood up and approached Amanda. She came around the desk and stood right between her legs and leaned forward presenting her tit to the small woman's mouth. Amanda tried to be aloof neither encouraging her nor retreating from her. The girl smelled of cigarette smoke and cheep perfume. Amanda wondered where she got her hands on perfume. That was one of the things not provided at the school. The girl rubbed her nipple against Amanda's lips. At first Amanda did not respond other than to exclaim, "This is very inappropriate dear". But her body belied her speech. She felt her own nipples stiffen in her padded bra and she felt her vagina tingle. The warmth she felt in her panties told her that her cunt was leaking lubricant. She found herself alternately clamping her legs tightly together and then relaxing them. The girl must have recognized her response. She deliberately leaned over her and snuffed out her cigarette in a sea shell on Amanda's desk. The move smashed her tit into the woman's face. With her soft flesh pressed on Amanda's mouth she reached between Amanda's legs and ran her hand under her skirt up the soft inner thigh. Amanda grabbed her by the wrist but it was too late. The girl had hold of her pussy. The girl rubbed her panties and felt the slippery warm liquid. She smiled a wicked smile as she felt the pubic hair beneath the silken material. When Amanda relaxed her grip on the girl's wrist she sought out the top of her panties and drove her hand into the tight fitting garment. The girl rubbed and fingered Amanda's cunt until she climaxed. Amanda was breathless for a long heart pounding moment. Any pretence that she was in charge was gone. She was now this young slut's play thing and she knew it. When the girl stood up and unbuckled her belt and let the jeans fall to her ankles Amanda was looking at the naked legs of the teenager. When she parted the shirt that hung down almost to her knees Amanda was staring at the dark parch of pubic hair and found it to be very seductive. The girl parted her legs and placed her hand on the back of Amanda's head. "You know you want to suck it," she said as she pulled the woman's head into her garden of dark hair. Amanda made one last effort to resist. But the girl thrust her hips forward and pulled on the head at the same time. "Come here lady. You know you are dying to get your mouth on my cunt." Amanda felt her nose being smashed against the girl's pubic bone. She opened her mouth to protest only to have it filled with hairy cunt. She quickly remembered the taste of her teacher's cunt and found that this young girl tasted every bit as good. She surrendered and gave the girl what she wanted. She drove her tongue into the pussy and proceeded to lick and suck in wild abandon. The girl cries out, "That's the way Bitch! Suck my pussy harder...harrrderrrr. Lick it honey, lick it deep and hard. Use your tongue like a prick sweetie." Amanda gave her everything she wanted. While she sucked her pussy Amanda placed her hand on the soft inner thigh of the girl and ran her hand up her leg until her finger reached her crotch. She found her pudenda and while she sucked on the girl's clit she stuck two fingers into her cunt and the other two fingers into the girl's asshole. The girl climaxed and lost her balance. She had to sit on Amanda's knees to keep from falling down. Amanda was so disturbed that she dismissed the girl without any attempt to punish her for her behavior. That night when she arrived home one of the housewives next door saw just how upset she was and came over to find out what had happened. Mrs. Osborn was a dark haired chubby woman with her hair cut into a short pageboy for easy care. She was dressed in Navy wool slacks and blue and white stripped sweater. Amanda didn't want to admit what had taken place. As the woman persisted asking what was wrong she finally admitted that she had let a girl take charge in an interview. The woman sat on the couch and hugged her in an attempt to comfort her. In time Amanda broke down and started telling her what had taken place. Mrs. Osborn was stroking her hair as Amanda's head rested on one of her big tits. Rather than being shocked by the revelation that this tinny woman had let a teenager seduce her she wanted to hear all of the details. She wanted to know what the girl's tits looked like. "Was she a virgin? How developed was her vagina? Did she have much pubic hair? How did it feel to have your mouth on her opening?" Amanda slowly became aware that Mrs. Osborn was masturbating as she told her about what the girl made her do to her. When she pulled back and looked down she saw the woman rubbing the crotch of her slacks with the palm of her hand. The woman reached for Amanda's breast but she stopped her because she didn't want her to know just how flat chested she really was. Mrs. Osborn overpowered her and stuck her hand inside her dress. When she got her hand inside the bra and felt her small breast she could not believe a grown woman had such a flat chest. She quickly undressed Amanda to her waist and thrilled at Amanda's embarrassment at being exposed. She toyed with her nipples and sucked on her flat titties. She stripped the rest of Amanda's clothes to see what her little cunt looked like. She was not disappointed. Amanda was a natural blond. Her hair had darkened with age. It was streaked naturally but her pubic hair was as blond as her hair had been when she was 10. The strands were thin giving her the look of a much younger girl. Mrs. Osborn knelt between her legs and started sucking on her pussy. Amanda gave up trying to push her away and enjoyed the feeling of the chubby women sucking on her willing cunt. When she climaxed Mrs. Osborn sat back down on the couch and told Amanda just how much she had enjoyed sucking her off. Then Mrs. Osborn sat up and pulled her sweater over the top of her head. Amanda got a look at the size of Mrs. Osborn's bra. It was a double stitched thing made to hold her heavy D-sized tits. When she removed her bra she saw that the woman's breasts were big and soft with areolas that were only slightly darker that her pink flesh. The little bumps were the only clue where the edge of the areola was. The nipples looked like the ergonomic nipples on a new Evenflow baby bottles. Amanda could not refuse sucking the nipple when offered. She cuddled up on her lap and nursed on her tit like a baby. Mrs. Osborn started playing with Amanda's pussy. She was very gentle with her touch. When Amanda started do show signs of an approaching climax Mrs. Osborn stopped playing with her cunt. Amanda tried to pull Mrs. Osborn's hand back to her lap but she would not do it. "Tell me what you want Baby!" "I want you to make me cum! Please finger-fuck me or anything to make me cum!" "No beg me to suck you nasty cunt!" "Please make love to my nasty smelly cunt with your mouth?" Mrs. Osborn sat Amanda back down on the couch with her head resting on the arm of the overstuffed couch. She deliberately lifted Amanda's near leg over the back of the couch. Then she leaned over and covered her vulva with her mouth. She lapped at her cunt like cat laps milk from a bowl. Amanda was soon withering through the first of two climaxes. Mrs. Osborn helped her to her bedroom and put her to bed before she dressed and went home to her husband. Amanda was so upset that when she woke up later that night that she called her best friend Renee. The two women had been friends all of their life. At five-foot two and only 105 pounds Renee was as small as Amanda. While she had never seen Renee topless Amanda was sure she wore falsies too. Renee could tell that she was upset but could not get her to tell her what was wrong. She told Amanda that she would drive down to her place right away. Amanda tried to talk her out of it but she was unable to do so. Renee made the three hour drive down to her place that night. She didn't even delay long enough to change clothes or anything. She made one stop on the way to pick up their other fiend Donna. Donna was always the leader of their group. She was pretty and sexy. Her breasts were larger than both of them and the bras she wore allowed her nipples to show through her clothes. You could tell there was no padding in her bra. They were both tired but their concern about what was wrong with their friend drove them on. They tried to figure out what was wrong with Amanda during the long drive. When they arrived Amanda was almost hysterical. They held her as she cried herself out. Then they got her to tell them about what had happened. They were very sympatric and comforted her and told her that everything would be OK. They told her that they had known about her secret for years. They knew her breasts were small and even knew about her teacher in collage. Renee even admitted that she had had sex with her when she had visited Amanda on her vacation. Donna assured her that she should just enjoy all of the sex offered her. To prove her point she stripped off her clothes and showed Amanda that her pubic hair was darker than her blond hair. She pulled her towards her body and made Amanda suck her pussy. Renee stripped off too and nestled down next to her and started sucking on Amanda's raisin like nipples. By morning she had sucked off both of her friends. The three of them got dressed and had breakfast at Denny's before she took them to work with her. Renee and Donna were thrilled at the sight of all those young girls. Amanda had come to grips with her sexuality. She went straight to the matron's office and after waiting in the secretary's office for a few minutes she was allowed to enter. She went in and sat down in the chair in front of the matron's desk upon her gesture to be seated. "How may I help you dear?" "I have come to realize that I am a dyke. I am willing to submit my resignation here and now if you like." "Mrs. Goldman stood up and walked slowly around her desk to stand behind Amanda's chair. She placed her hands on her shoulders and said, "Thank God! I thought we were going to have to rape you before you figured out that every woman and girl here is a lesbian." Amanda turned around slightly to look into the face of the matron, as she went on. "Every girl here was rejected by every home in the State because they could not keep their hands off the other girls in the schools they came from. Even the 10-year-olds here are horny little lesbian sex machines." Amanda sat back in her chair and felt a light bulb go off in her head. That must have been her faculty advisor's idea of a joke getting her this job without telling her what it was about. Mrs. Goldman let her hands slip down the front of Amanda's body. This time when an older woman's hands sought out her tinny breasts she didn't recoil. That is what led her to this shopping trip with this preconscious child. She could not get back to the school fast enough to get this wanton child in her office and make love to her. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com