Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 19:01:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: High School Library (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF 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 you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. High School Library By Jan I was a small skinny girl when I entered high school as a 14-year-old freshman. I was embarrassed about having to wear horned rimmed glasses and my dull brown hair. As a result I was a shy thing, I felt like an outcast. One day after gym class I was changing clothes in one cubical by myself, and I overheard a couple of older girls in the next cubical talking. One was talking about finding some magazines called Sexology hidden in the basement periodical section that were full of case studies about deferent kinds of sex. The other voiced said hat you have to be careful because I hear that the librarian is a lesbian. I waited until they left the locker room before heading to my next class. I thought about what they had said the rest of the day. I was aware of the school administration having a big debate about the books in the high school. They had a lot of books declared unfit for students to read. The list included any book they felt dealt with sex or what they deemed political inappropriate. The list included Tom Sawyer and the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn for God's sake. My freshman class had been escorted to the library the first day and introduced to the head librarian, Ms. Brooks and her assistant a Ms. Peterson. They explained to us how to look up books by title, author and subject, along with how to check them out. They assured us we were welcome to use the library to study, as long as we didn't bring food or drink into the library, and we were admonished not to talk too loud. Ms. Brooks was a tall lender woman with dark hair and wire rimmed glasses. She wore dressed that girls would call granny dresses and gum soled shoes. Ms. Peterson was also what you would call mouse young woman. Her blonde hair was always pulled tightly back into a ponytail. She was always dressed as conservatively as Ms. Brooks. It wasn't long before I heard rumors about them being lovers, but it was always they had heard it from third parties. No one ever said they actually saw anything that was proof of sexual activity. I was curious about the possibility of the truth about the magazines in the basement, so I went downstairs and wondered the isles looking for them. I didn't find anything, and I looked for a long time. When I emerged from the basement Ms. Brooks asked, "Did you find what you were looking for, honey?" I must have blushed as I said, "Not yet." She gave me a sweet smile that was as innocent as the question. The next day I went back down to the basement and went to the farthest back corner. I had been looking in the bias cur pasteboard boxes that held about three years-worth of monthly magazines, and they were arranged alphabetically. When I got to the S section I couldn't find any titled Sexology. Then I happened to notice what looked like empty boxes on the top of the shelves. I had thought they were empty, just waiting for use. I had to pull the metal stepladder down to the area and climb to the top to reach the boxes. When I pulled down one box and looked in it, I found paperback sized magazines titled Sexology. I took one and sat on the top of the ladder to read it. The booklet was divided by subject matter. I skimmed through the book until I found case studies about lesbians. I was engrossed in reading about how a young girl had been seduced by an older girl into oral sex. While I was reading I used my right hand to rub my crotch, and was completely oblivious to the presence of anyone. The soft sound of a woman clearing her throat startled me. When I looked down Ms. Brooks was standing there in front of me. Her face didn't show any readable emotion. She calmly suggested, "You should put the magazine back where you found it when you're finished." I was so startled and embarrassed that I almost fell off the stepladder. I hurriedly returned the magazine to the box and started down the ladder. Ms. Brooks said, "We should have a talk!" "Yes ma'am." Ms. Peterson hardly glanced up from whatever she was reading, but she did smile at me, as Ms. Brooks led me into the office behind the counter. I had never been in this office before. It was located next to the hall in front of the library, so there were no windows. There was an old wooden hand carved desk set up so the person working at the desk faced the door. It had a cluttered look because there were boxes of books scattered around, pretty much using most of the space in the room. The wall behind the desk was filled with shelves packed with books. As Ms. Brooks sat on the desk, she gestured to the wall behind her and said, "These are the books the administration deemed unfit for you to read." I looked at the wall filled with so many books in amazement. "If you ever want to read one of the books simply as me!" she said. "What subject did you have in mind?" Remembering the stories I had heard about her and Ms. Peterson, I said, "I was looking for information about lesbianism." Ms. Brooks smiled and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Would you like to read about what women have to say about the subject?" "Yes ma'am!" She reached for a book that was resting on her desk and handed it to me. I flipped through the pages and it was filled with poetry describing the thrill of a woman making love to another woman. While I was reading Ms. Brooks slipped off the desk and stood behind me and started stroking my bare-arms. I felt my skin crawl, but continued reading. Her hands came around to stroke my peanut sized breasts. Her fingers were able to toy with my nipples, because I wasn't wearing a bray breath. It took my breath away! Still I remained motionless and reading the sexy poetry. Then I felt her warm breath on the side of my neck, and she kissed my neck. It tickled with she nibbled on my ears. I giggled and placed my right hand on top of her right hand and pressed it tightly against my body. Her left hand moved down my body and I held my breath until her hand actually reached my crotch. She stroked me softly. When I turned my head to actually kiss her mouth, our glasses bumped. I wished I didn't have glasses. Ms. Brooks started gathering up my skirt pulling it up until she was able to slip her hand down the front of my panties. It startled me to actually have her feeling my pussy. I only had a few strands of dark hairs down there. She stroked me until a finger worked its way into my pussy lips and found my little nib of a clit. She stimulated it with her finger, and it drove me crazy. I wanted her to do it harder and faster, but she did it so slowly it was driving me crazy. She diddled my clit until I had an orgasm that almost made my knees buckle. When she withdrew her hand, she lifted her hand to her nose and smelled her finger, like it was the cork of a bottle of wine. That embarrassed my because I knew what my pussy smelled like after an orgasm. She told me, "If you ever want to read more about sex come by after school. I will be happy to let you read more." I had to straighten up the front of my skirt before leaving her office. Ms. Peterson smiled and winked as I passed her on my way to the door. I had a lot to think about at home and at bedtime I couldn't help masturbating until I had four orgasms before I fell asleep. I wanted to go to the library all day, but waited until the last bell. The faculty had a couple of more hours to clean up, check papers and have meetings before they locked up to go home. I lingered around the cafeteria until the campus cleared out before going to the library and knocking on the door. Ms. Peterson unlocked the door and allowed me to enter. She closed and locked the door behind me before saying, "Victoria was called to the administration office to submit a list of outstanding books, so the secretaries could mail delinquent notices to the student's homes. She will be back shortly. You can wait for her in her office." As I walked around the counter Ms. Peterson walked alongside of me. Her hand even rested on my hip. As I reached the door she turned to walk behind the counter. I let myself into the office, and found another book on her desk. It was a book filled with pin and ink illustrations from the seventeenth century. They were chubby round women wearing dressed of that period with their tits out and their dressed up to expose stoking clad legs with their pussies exposed. These chubby women were kissing and feeling each other up. Looking at them was making my panties wet, when the door opened behind me. I turned to see who had entered while holding the book behind me in case it was someone else. Ms. Brooks said, "I see you found the old book on erotic art of the seventeenth century. Do you like it?" "Were women so bold in those days?" "There is a misperception about those days being so virtuous, but in truth people were very open about sex. Even the nobility were free to engage in sex out in the open. They thought mothering about lifting a woman hooped skirt and fucking her in public. Women were free to keep young girls to play with as they pleased." After closing the door behind her she approached me and picked me up with her hands under my arms and placed her on top of her desk. She lifted my skirt and struggled to pull my panties out from under my butt. Once my panties were free of my feet she spread my legs and pressed her face against my wet pussy. the things she did with her mouth and tongue was enough to blow my mind. I was clinging to her shoulder as I experienced stronger orgasms that I ever had playing with myself. It was like wave after wave washing over my body. I'm sure that s. Peterson could hear me crying out my approval of the thing Ms. Brooks was doing to me. When I recovered I felt obligated to do those things to her, and my mouth waters at the prospect of tasting her pussy. When I slid off the desk I turned her around and knelt before her. She majestically hoisted her skirt like a queen to show me that she wasn't wearing panties at all. Her vulva was covered with soft brown hairs. When she sat on the desk I could even see her asshole and the skin around her asshole had a dark smoky color with some hairs ringing it. I was captivated by the sight of her pussy and asshole. I inhaled the pungent odor of her pussy and even her asshole. I ran my hands through the tentacles of the soft hairs and combed them with my fingernails. In doing so my nails also scraped her protruding clitoris. Her reaction was like she had received a small electrical shock. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled my head hard against her pussy. When I licked her pussy the slimy fluid made my throat fell slightly raw, but nothing was going to stop me from eating my first pussy. Eventually Ms. Brooks told me in a very sweet voice, "Honey...you did a very good job making me feel good! Would you like to make love with Ms. Peterson?" I couldn't believe she was asking me if I wanted to have sex with her assistant as casually as if she was offering to share a meal with her. It took me a moment to recover and I said, "Can I?" "Of course you can my dear." She went to the door and invited Ms. Peterson to join us. Ms. Peterson came in and closed the door. She was not shy at all. She quickly removed all of her clothes. She hadn't been wearing panties or bra either. So as soon as she stepped out of her shoes and removed her dress she was totally naked. She sat her naked butt on that polished desk top and placed her heels on the desk so that her knees were spread open in an innovation. I approached her and couldn't resist feeling her 3-C sized breasts. They were soft and shaped like cones. The nipples were firm. I got a thrill out of playing with her tits. She eventually placed her hands on my shoulders and pressed my down. I had to bind over at the waist because Ms. Brooks was clinging to my butt and stroking the valley of my ass. Like Ms. Brooks I combed her pubic hair and stimulated her clit before going down on her. The smell and taste of her pussy was very much like that of Ms. Brooks. It was distracting to eat her pussy while Ms. Brooks was licking my asshole and masturbating my pussy. I don't know which one of us was enjoying it the most. After we had an orgasm we talked a little before getting dressed properly. I was welcomed into the library club. It turned out that there were ten other girls all older than me. There were two seniors, two juniors and three sophomores in the group. I was encouraged to enlist one or two more freshmen girls to join the club. We had parties in the basement from time to time and at Ms. Brook's home. I never felt guilty about my chose. Ms. Brooks and Ms. Peterson always had at least two girls from every class to party with. She even saw to it that I was accepted by her alma- mater in the school of library science, because I was destined to carry on, Ms. Brook's traditions. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.