Date: 22 Sep 2002 14:58:27 -0700 From: Jan Subject: Buxom Betty (Adulr Youth f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenaged girl and a woman. 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 2002 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Buxom Betty By Jan To tell you about myself I have to start around the age of eleven. I had been a normal skinny girl until then. I had dark chestnut hair and kept it in a ponytail so long I could sit on it. I was just like all the girls in my school. We sat around mooning over the best looking boy on the playground. But I never drew the attention of anybody. Then nature played a dirty trick on me. My breasts started to grow. Long before the other girls started even putting on an A-cup I was growing out of all my clothes. I could still fit into the same jeans I bought last year, but my top grew all out of proportion. The boys sure took notice and wanted to date me. I found out that all they wanted to take to the movies for was to feel my tits. The girls started to avoid me and talk about me behind my back. Everyone assumed I was putting out as they called it. The girls were telling everyone whom I had done it with and the boys that I had slapped were bragging that they had fucked me, or were complaining that I was an iceberg. The more I was subjected to gossip, caddy remarks from the girls and the comments by the boys, or them copping a feel, the more I withdrew from associating with anyone. I became a loaner. I just went to school and did my homework. By the time I was fourteen I looked like I has two soccer balls under my sweater. I had to wear sweaters because blouses would pop open all the time. When I was naked and sitting down my tits felt like they were resting on my lap. My hips were starting to take the shape of a woman. My figure was just average for a girl my age except for my tits. At my age I was getting offers to pose for pictures and even hints that I could make big money in art films as they called them. I knew that were talking about porn movies. I was actually still a virgin. I had no desire to find out what all the fuss was about. All the attention on the size of my breasts just made more self-conscious. One day after gym class I was coming back to a changing booth after taking a shower and I over heard some of my classmates talking about me. They were repeating stories they clamed to have heard from someone that knew. I sat down on the bench and cried into my towel. I don't know how long I sat there crying. I was brought back to reality by the sound of the changing room doors being swung open as someone walked drown the row checking the booths. When they got to my stall and the door did not open, I heard the soft voice of Ms. Baker call out, "Is anyone in there?" I choked out, "I'm still in here!" "What is wrong child?" "I can't face the ridicule anymore!" "Open the door and tell me what the problem is!" I stood up and took a long step to unlatch the door. Ms. Backer opened the door and gathered me into her arms. I had sat there so long that I was almost dry. Only my hair was still hanging in ringlets on my shoulders. I rested my head on her shoulder and started crying all over. Ms. Backer was a middle-aged woman with blonde hair that was starting to be streaked with gray. Her hair was soft and pulled behind her ears by a Scrunchy. She was the senior gym teacher and tennis coach. She was always in tennis clothes. Her body was very tanned and sun damaged. I was getting the shoulder of her polo style shirt wet with my tears and my hair. She pushed me back to the bench and sat me down. She sat next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. "Betty tell me what is wrong!" "I heard the girls telling untrue stories about me after my shower. I can't take it anymore. Everyone thinks I am a slut. I have never fucked any guy. I hate all the filthy bastards. What few guys I ever went out with and refused to let them touch me have told everyone that I put out. No one believes me that I have never done it. Trying to tell them that I am a virgin is a waste of time." I started balling all over. Ms Backer comforted me and held me. She said that she might have a way of shutting up the wagging tongues. She told me to get dressed for the next class and she would write me a note to excuse me from the class I had missed. I dressed and went to the office to get the note from Ms. Backer. I had no idea what she was planning. The next day when it was time for gym class, I was apprehensive about what to expect. After we had all changed into our gym clothes and we lined up outside for roll call, Ms. Backer announced that we were all going to get a pelvic exam by the school nurse for a vernal infection inspection. I reaction was quick. The girls were shocked and wondered if it was legal. They were told that it had been reported that some girls were sexually active and spreading gonorrhea through the school. That shut them up. We were marched to the nurses off ice. We were all on the room together. Some girls wanted to be inspected in private. Ms Backer told them that they were being inspected publicly because, there would not be any accusations of improper conduct on the part of the staff in a public setting. One by one each girl had to expose her crotch to the gloved hand of the nurse as she inspected the pussy of every girl. The nurse made a point of announcing if they were clean or not. But she also added which ones were sexually active too. She actually found about six girls that were infected with gonorrhea. Four of them were some of the most popular girls in school. They were told to get dressed and would be given a note to their doctors, because every one they had come in contact with would have to be inspected too. When it was my turn to be inspected, the murmurs increased. I was sure every girl in the room thought I would be infected. When the nurse checked my vagina and announced that I was a virgin. There were surprised looks on the faces of some of the most vicious gossip's faces. They were also ones that had been identified as being sexually active. On the walk back to the gym to change clothes Ms. Backer said before any of you ever talk about someone's sexual conduct again you should be sure you know for sure of you facts. A lot of you with the nastiest tongues are worse that the people you talk about. After everyone had left the gym, I went to the office and when Ms. Backer came out, I hugged her. From that day on I worshiped the ground she walked on. I must say that because of my being so top heavy, I was not very good at any sports. Just the same I did stay after school to watch the girls compete in league play. I became the unofficial team trainer. I was allowed to travel on the small team bus. It was a twenty-passenger bus. That allowed the boy and girls team to travel together. I suspected some of the boys were gay and several of the girls acted like they were gay too. Normally Ms. Backer sat in the front seat with the male coach. >From that position they only was what was going on in the mirror above the driver's head. I liked to sit in the last seat with all the racket bags. On the way to tennis matches they were pretty quiet. They were thinking about their games. On the way home they would be noisy and playful. I saw on several occasions some of the guys hugging a little more than what would be normal. A couple of girls were not only hugging they were actually kissing. I thought they would be making love to each other anytime. When we got back to the school gym and the girls had showered and dressed they filed out of the gym in pairs. Some of them were old enough to drive and they took the others home. I hung around to pick up the wet towels and put them in the dirty laundry. The girl's gym was on the other side of the basketball building. We didn't know when they left their building. Ms. Backer asked me if I wanted a ride home. I was thrilled that she was offering me a ride. I wanted to stay as close as possible to her. After she checked to see that the water in the shower was off we walked to the exit and she turned the lights off with her key. We walked to the faculty parking lot. She headed towards a new electric blue Volkswagen bug. She opened the door for me and I got in the passenger side of the car. She got in the driver's side. She inserted the key into the ignition and as she reached for the safety belt, just before she locked it into the buckle, she asked, "Did you seethe two seniors on the bus?" I said, "I saw them." Ms. Backer said, "They are lovers. What do you think about that?" "I don't care what they do." Ms Backer leaned over and took hold of my chin with her thumb and forefinger and tilted my head up as she kissed me on the mouth. My heart jumped into my throat and pounded like a drum. I was sure she could hear it beating. When her tongue entered my mouth I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling of her kiss. I could not believe that she felt the same way I felt about her. I was the first to reach for her breasts. They were a nice sized C-cup. She had on a white sport bra under her polo shirt. I could feel her nipple under my palm. She let go of the seat belt and put one arm around my shoulders as she put the other hand under my sweater and felt my breast. Because of the size of my breasts, I had to buy bras with very wide shoulder straps. They were not padded, but had to be very strong cups to hold them up. Ms. Backer forced her hand under the cup and the cop slipped up over the tit. That caused the material of my sweater to pucker up under my chin. She toyed with my nipple until I thought I would pee. We were kissing, in our passion, as we felt each other's tits. I was feeling a sexual desire I had never felt before. I wanted to feel her breasts as much as she wanted to feel mine. The floor shifter got in the way of doing anything more that feel each other. She did find a way to remove my bra without taking my sweater off. She lifted the sweater enough to expose my tits, so that she could kiss them a little. Then as I was breathing hard, she pulled the sweater down. She buckled herself in and started the engine. I was disappointed. I was just getting into the moment. I was beginning to look forward to the idea of having sex with a woman. The interruption was not welcome. I thought I might get cold feet and back out. I was not paying attention to where we were going, until I noticed that the fast-food joints were not on the right side. Then I realized that she was not taking me home. She drove to a tree-lined street and pulled into the driveway of a nicely kept home. I figured that it was her home. She told me, "It will be much safer in my home than in the school parking lot." She put her arm around my hip and led me to the door. After she closed the door behind us she pulled me to herself and kissed me on the mouth again. After the kiss, she led me to her bedroom and left a trail of my clothes. By the time I saw her bed I only had my panties on. She lay my on my back across the side of the bed. She picked up my legs and knelt between them. She smelled my warm crotch. I knew it must smell strong, because I had been in them all day and she had gotten my juices flowing in the parking lot. Ms. Backer stood up and removed her tennis clothes. This was my first time to see anyone naked that was not related to me. She took off the polo shirt first and the sports bra next. Her c-cupped breasts were round and she had rather smell areolas next to mine. The nipples were about the size of the first joint on my little fingers. I watched spellbound, as she turned around to remover she tennis shoes and socks. Then with her back to me she unbuttoned the tennis shorts and let them fall. The shorts had a liner built in, so that she would not flash anyone while playing tennis. The last thing she had on were a bikini underpants. When she bent over and pulled them down, I watched them being pulled down. From this angle I saw the dark skin of her anus puckering. Then I was looking at the clamshell like vagina. She had light brown pubic hair that was rather sparse. After she stepped out of the undies, she turned around slowly. She planted her feet shoulder with apart, and put her middle finger on one side of her vulva and the index finger on the other side of the vulva. When she pressed it the lips parted to expose her clitoris and cunt hole. She knelt before me again and rolled my full white panties down my hips. I had to lift my ass enough for her to pull them down. I had to closed my legs so that she could get them all the way off. She picked them up and smelled the crotch, and even sucked on them. The sight of her doing that was making me horny. She did something I had never thought about. She took one of her tits in hand and rubbed the nipple between the lips of my pussy. She got both of her nipples wet with my juice, then she got up on the bed and straddled my hips and leaned forward and fed me her nipples one at a time. I could smell my own cunt as I sucked her nipples until all I could taste was her skin. I had an overwhelming desire to taste her cunt. I was too shy to tell her what I wanted, so I reached between her legs and stuck my finger into her cunt. I pulled on her until she got the idea and dismounted my hips and turned around until her pussy was directly above my face. I held my breath as I looked up at her pussy. Her labia were protruding out of her crack and looked like pink cake frosting. When I inhaled I smelled her cunt. I could make out the smell of her perfume along with the musky odor of her flesh mixed with sweat and urine. Ms. Backer lowered her hips until her pussy was resting on my face. I lost myself in the thrill of licking the flesh of the woman that I had fallen in love with. I felt her tongue on my cunt and I took my cue from what she was doing to me. When she took my clitoris into her mouth and sucked on it, I did the same to her. When she drover her tongue into my vagina canal, I did the same to her. She stretched my hymen until she felt me jerk in pain. She was not ready to take my cheery. I would have given her anything at that moment. There was no such barrier in her canal. My tongue went deep into her and I felt the walls of her cunt with my tongue. It almost felt like it was corrugated. When I felt the ligament on the underside of my tongue being cut on my teeth I felt firm bulge with the tip of my tongue. I knew it was her cervix. I tried to stick the tip of my tongue into the dimple that was the opening to her womb. I was the first to climax, and I clamped my legs around her head to hold her head still. With my thighs elevated Ms. Backer was able to see my anus and she wrapped her arms around my thigh and tickled my anus with her fingers. I was bucking in the thrill of my first climax at the hands of someone other than my own fingers. Just as I started to relax, I felt her finger invade my asshole. I started having little climaxes one after the other. I think I even passed out for a few seconds or minutes. When I came too I felt Ms. Backer was having a climax. I could feel the walls of her vagina gripping my tongue. It felt like the walls were soaking with juice, and I had to swallow the juice to keep from being choked. When she recovered she dismounted me and turned around. We hugged as our breathing returned to normal. She told me how much she loved me. Then she looked at the clock. She jumped up and swatted my ass, as she said I better get you home. We went into the bathroom, and washed the sweat from our bodies with washrags. We dressed and she drove me home. We kissed in the car before I got out. I told her of my undying love. We became loves that night. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com