Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2011 12:02:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Japanese Flower Girl (adult youth, oral anal, sub, f/f, f/FF...) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a college girl and a teacher. 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 on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Japanese Flower Girl By Jan My story began when my great-grandparents emigrated from southern Japan after the major earthquake of the early 1930's. They settled in Oregon, where they became flower growers and retailers. My family has continued the family tradition. My grandparents suffered the indignity of the relocation to Montana during World War II, but made their way back to Oregon after the war. By the time I was born my parents had established a thriving wholesale and retail business. My brothers and I were expected to carry on the family business, but my two brothers had other ideas. George wanted to become a commercial pilot. James wanted to become a naval officer. There were a lot of family arguments as a result. I was the only child in the family that had been given a traditional Japanese name. They had given me the name of our great-grandmother, Kimiko. I grew up working in the flower fields and shop. I loved working in the dirt. I never questioned that I would spend my life working with flowers. Sex had never been a concern of mine. Growing up in a close knit community, all of my neighbors and friends were Japanese. My best friend and I eventually started talking about sex with each other. We were just entering puberty when we started exploring each other's genitals. We had not been doing it very long before my mother caught us. She sent my friend home and punished me so severely that I never sought out my friend or any other girl to continue such activity again. By the time I entered high school my parents began to pressure me to select a good Japanese boy to marry. They even wanted to act as matchmakers, and set me up with sons of respectable Japanese families. The boys they set me up with were more interested in big breasted white girls. I was not endowed with much in the breast department. To this day my breasts just manage to fill a 36-B cup. When they tried to paw my crotch I resisted. I earned the reputation of being an iceberg. A reputation I didn't mind at all. I found them crude animals. Most of them smoked, so their clothes stunk, and their breath was foul. My parents kept telling me that someday I would find a nice Japanese boy and settle down. I entered Oregon State in the fall of my eighteenth year. I was committed to the study of horticulture. I settled into the college life fast enough. I lived in a dorm with another Japanese girl. We didn't have anything in common. She was a party girl. I don't know how she managed to get passing grades because she was out partying all of the time. Her weekends were drunken orgies. When she came back to the dorm on Sunday night she would be a mess. At least she never had a morning class on Mondays. I was loaded down with undergraduate classes. I was there to learn, so I threw myself into being the best student possible. My parents were proud that I never received any GPA less than 4.0. I made the dean's list every semester. I got all of my undergraduate classes out of the way in less than two years. Now I could devote all of my energies to my major. I had learned the importance of the periodical section of the library when it came to doing research for term papers. It was a typical rainy day in my junior year that I was in the basement using the computer to look up information on a paper I was working on. I was pulling up every article in Scientific America on the breeding of flowers. I was using 3 by 5 cards to write down author, date and location before rummaging through the rows of magazines. I was so busy I hardly noticed the comings and goings of people around me. When I would have about ten cards I would head for the rows where the Scientific America magazines were stowed in four inch boxes. I would pull them and return to the table I was using. After jotting down the facts on my cards, I would place the magazines on the cart for the librarians to return to their proper location. I was totally engrossed in my research. At one point after hours of work I had to take my eyes off of my work because I was finding it harder to focus on the printed material. I lifted my head to change my focus, there was Ms Ishagua sitting across the table from me. We exchanged smiles. Ms. Ishagua happened to be one of the professors I had the previous year that I had taken for Physiology to complete my undergraduate requirements before focusing on my Horticulture major. I was always impressed by the way she dressed. She was dressed in a very impeccable business suit. It was a steel gray skirt and jacket over a teal blouse open at the neck. Her hair was just as coarse as mine, but her hair was much longer and had a shine to it that reflected light. Her hair hung down her back to her waist. At the moment some of her hair was cascading over her right shoulder covering her right breast. She had been reading a newspaper as our eyes met. She gave me a pleasant smile and a nod. I smiled back and lamented to myself that I was not as sexy as her. I still look like a Japanese school girl. My hair is coarse and straight, cut with bangs over my forehead and cut in a simple pageboy with the sides curled up almost covering my cheeks. I was always embarrassed by my boyish figure. I had always been a dutiful daughter and out of respect for my parents I continued to dress like a Japanese school girl. I had on a white blouse with black tie and skirt, Pedy socks and Sketcher shoes. I only had two dresses at school. I never wore makeup. As soon as I acknowledged her smile, I returned to making notes. As soon as I had a handful of cards I headed back down the stacks. I approached the isolated corner and started pulling boxes to find the specific magazines I felt the presence of another body. When I looked over my shoulder I saw Ms. Ishagua was standing so close that I could feel her body heat. She put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Don't move, dear!" With that she straddled my thigh and started rubbing her crouch against my thigh. I was mortified that someone would come down the row and see what she was doing to me. She was breathing hard in my ear, while she placed her right hand on my butt. She slowly pulled the back of my skirt up until she was able to stuff her hand down the back of my granny panties. I couldn't believe she was actually stroking my tight little brown sphincter. Before I knew what she was doing she ran her hand under my body to play with my pussy. I was soaking wet down there. At that point we heard footsteps. She pulled her hand out of my panties and pulled the back of the skirt down. She turned to the stacks until the person passed us. As soon as we were alone she moved around to my right side. This time she pulled up the front of my skirt and stuffed her hand down the front of my panties. She finger fucked me until I actually had a mind blowing climax. I went limp against her body. While I recovered, she said, "You have to come home with me!" It was not a request, it was a command. She walked me back to the table, so that I could gather up my belongings before we headed for the escalator. I would have normally walked to my dorm, but she led me to the faculty parking lot. She had a charming little Mini Cooper. She drove very fast. I was nervous sitting there because of her driving and the prospect of what she had done to me. I knew she was taking me home to have sex with me. I was nervous about having sex with a grown woman. I only had vague images about what women did to each other. I wondered what she expected of me. She lived in a nice new community with trees shading the street. All of the sidewalks had recessed trash cans, so that animal could not turn them over. The garbage trucks had side retractable forks to pick up the cans and put them back after dumping them. She opened her garage with a remote control. God knows we don't need to get out of a car while it's raining. The garage door closed behind us while we were getting out of the car. The light remained on long enough for us to enter the house. The entrance lobby was tiled to allow us to remove our rain gear and hang them in a hall closet. She led me into a comfortable home. All of the windows were double pane to retain heat without fogging. She led me into a comfortable living room. She used a gas lighter to start the manufactured logs in the fireplace. Manufactured logs are made from wood chips that make for a uniform log that burns evenly, and emits a pleasant cedar or Douglas fir pine smell. While I was enjoying the radiated heat, she headed for her adjoining kitchen to make us a pot of coffee. When the coffee was ready she spiked our cups with a generous amount of Kahlua. She settled down next to me while we drank our coffee, and asked, "You have never had sex in public before?" I told her about my childhood experience with the neighbor girl. Ms Ishagua insisted that I call her Gail, and she expressed sympathy for the traumatic interruption of my normal childhood exploration of my sexuality. At her insistence, I told her how I had resisted any boy trying to have sex with me. Gail expressed her sympathy, while she was placing her arm around my shoulders. She drew me close and kissed me on the mouth. I was very shy and even resisted kissing my mother. Gail not only held my head while she kissed me, she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I resisted for a short time, but eventually surrendered to her advances. When I stopped struggling she started feeling me up. When she placed her hand on my chest, I felt so inadequate because my breasts were so small. Gail didn't seem to mind, because she continued to stimulate my nipples until I was breathing hard and whimpering, someplace between shame and ecstasy. When Gail started unbuttoning my blouse, while continuing to kiss me, I didn't resist anymore. My clothes were removed quickly, leaving me sitting there in nothing but my granny panties. Gail bent down and sucked on my nipples. I couldn't resist running my finger through her long hair. The way she sucked on my nipples felt so good. I felt body fluids leaking out of my pussy. Gail became aware of my condition, because she had a hand on my panties, and felt the slippery liquid seeping through the material. She knelt in front of me, and struggled to pull my panties under my butt. She eventually had me totally naked. She placed her hands on the insides of my thighs and spread my legs wide open. She ran her hand over my naturally straight pubic hair, before she started tickling my brown clit. I couldn't control my body movements. I was quivering like a spastic child having a seizure. I had never experienced anything like that before. It was both thrilling and frightening. I thought something was wrong with me. Gail assured me that it was perfectly natural for me to feel it so strongly the first time. She was thrilled to find that I was still a virgin. She asked me if she could take my virginity. My mother had always preached to me that my virginity was my best gift for my future husband. She was a devout Christian. I was not so religious. I had even taken comparative religion in an attempt to come to grips with my own religious curiosity. My virginity was not all that sacred to me. I agreed to allow Gail to take my virginity. Gail used her fingers to break through the hymen. I whimpered in pain, and she showed me her bloody fingers before she sucked her fingers clean, and lapped up all traces of watery blood. She actually sucked my pussy until I had a climax that caused me to pass out. When I woke up, Gail was cuddling me in her arms while sitting next to me. When she saw my eyes open she kissed me. I could smell my pussy juices smeared all over her face. I was continuing to quiver. When I calmed down Gail started to remove her clothes. She had removed her jacket long before we settled down on the sofa. Now she started to unbutton her blouse. She had a lace bra on. Her breasts were not as large as most white women, but they were a respectable 36-C. Each breast was capped with a large brown areolas and nipples. She took one of her tits in both hands and squeezed it, forcing the nipple to stick out, as she stuck it into my mouth. Sucking on her nipple was somehow fulfilling a desire I always had to suck on my mother's nipples like I had as a baby. I felt the other tit while nursing on her nipple. I was reluctant to release it when Gail wanted to stand up to remove her skirt. She had to push my head away. She stood up and faced me while she unfastened the skirt. She pulled it down and stepped out of it. Then she pulled down her half slip, and discarded it in the same manner. All she had on was black lace panties that matched the bra she had already removed. They were hip huggers that barely covered her pubic area and didn't do much about covering her round butt cheeks. The best you could say is that they did hide her asshole. She had on very sweet cologne. I think it was Elizabeth Taylor's White Diamond, but the fragrance did not cover the musky smell of her pussy right in front of my face. She rolled down the delicate spider web material over her hips, exposing her straight pubic hair. All of the hairs were pointing towards her opening. I could see her labia protruding beyond the opening. The skin reminded me of brown colored Brussels sprouts. While she stood in front of me she used fingers of both hands to spread her pussy, allowing me to get a good look at her pussy. The skin looked like the skin inside of my mouth. There was a small hooded clit just below a stiff ridge between her labia. The opening of her vagina had a small hole that I knew was her urethra, beyond the hole was a ragged opening leading into her vagina. The way she was standing even allowed me to see her cervix. I knew what it was from the illustrations in the books I had used for my human sexuality class. Gail stepped forward pressing her pussy against my face. She grabbed both sides of my head, and ground her wet pussy against my face. The way she was humping my face I had to close my eyes, because she was smearing her juices all over my face. If anyone had ever told me that a woman could squirt cum when she climaxed, I would have called them a liar, but when she climaxed, my mouth was drenched with a slimy watery liquid that I had to swallow. At that point I was willing to do anything she wanted. We rested for a short time, while she assured me that I was the best fuck she had ever had. She even assured me that she loved my school girl look. She told me that she had always wanted to seduce a Japanese school girl. I became her sex slave after that. I would do anything she asked of me. Gail liked to spank me for being a naughty girl before fucking me. She had a strap-on dildo that she used to fuck my pussy and asshole. When she was sure I would do anything she wanted she tested me regularly. One afternoon on a typically rainy day I took the bus to get close to her house. When I walked the remaining couple of blocks, I was greeted at the door by Gail in a silk kimono. Upon entering her home I was disappointed to see an older woman sitting on her sofa. I was introduced to another professor from school. She was a teacher from the art department. I thought that I was not going to get any sex this afternoon, little did I know. The woman was a stocky woman. She was dressed in a big wool Pendleton shirt and western jeans that made her ample butt look even bigger. Her blonde hair was cropped short and spiked. If it were not for the huge swell of her breasts, and smooth childish looking face, she could almost pass as a male. The closest person I could say she looked like was Chastity Bono after she changed her name to Chas, without the facial hair. Her name was Maggie. She taught ceramics. When Gail introduced me to her, Maggie took hold of my hand and pulled me down to sit on her lap, not that she had much of a lap. Her belly and breasts covered so much of her lap. I was almost forced to cling to her neck to keep from sliding off. There was no doubt about the absence of a bra. I could feel her soft flesh through the wool shirt. Her bold move shocked my natural shyness. Maggie insisted that I change into a Japanese school girl uniform. My little black skirt was fine but she had a Middy blouse with a blue collar with white strips, and a loop at the opening to stuff a black scarf through. They both complimented me on how much I looked like the perfect Japanese school girl. She even gave me a nice big all day sucker. She had me sit back down on her lap, while I licked the candy striped sucker, she started running her big meaty hand up the inside of my thigh until she had her hand on the crotch of my moist panties. She pulled the panties aside, and felt my vulva before sticking her thick finger into my cunt. She masturbated me to the point that I was about to cum. Her next move was to unbutton the wool shirt to expose those massive breasts. Each one was bigger around than my waist. They reminded me of water balloons resting on her ponderous belly. I was surprised by the size of her areolas, because each one was as big around as a coffee or tea saucer. The nipples were big as concord grapes. She used both hands to lift one of her tits up for me to suck on. I pressed my face against her big soft breast, and sucked on her nipple for a long time, while she continued finger fucking my little pussy. When she had enough, she stood me up. She pulled my panties down and made me step out of them. She made me back up until I came in contact with the coffee table. She helped me sit down and lay back lengthwise on the table. My feet were resting on the floor. She pushed the jumper up to my armpits, so that she could play with my nipples, while she put her face between my legs. The way she sucked on my pussy was unbelievable. I was calling her all kinds of dirty names. Gail took care of my filthy mouth by sitting on my face, and covering my mouth with her wet pussy. They continued doing that until I had a body wrenching cum. The chubby woman rolled me off of the coffee table, and took my place after removing her shoes and socks. Her socks were crew length nylons, with tops so tight that they cut into the flesh of her ankles, so much that I figured that the blood flow to her feet was cut off. She unfastened her jeans, and stood up to pull them down, along with her baggy panties. While she was stepping out of them, I saw that her big butt and thighs were dimpled with cellulite so much that her ass looked like the craters on the moon. Her thighs were bigger around than Gail's waist. When she sat back down on the coffee table, she pulled me down between her legs, and made me suck her pussy. Her soft flesh smothered my face, and the stench of her pussy was stronger than anything I had smelled to that date. Somehow the smell just made eating her pussy more erotic. She was holding my head between her hands, and grinding my face into her wet opening. Gail was watching everything that was going on. At some point Gail lifted me up, so that I was standing up, and bent over to keep my face in contact with that fleshy pussy. Gail squatted down, and hung onto my hips while she licked my pussy from clit to asshole. The way she concentrated on tonguing my asshole turned me on like nothing before. When she stopped, I almost cried for the want of the feeling. Gail had stopped long enough to put on a strap-on dildo. Yes...my beloved Gail fucked me from behind until her rubber dick was coated with my pussy juice, then she pulled it out of my cunt, and stuffed it into my asshole. The pain was like a hot fire poker being forced into my ass. The pain just added to my sexual excitement. When I came my knees went weak. I went to the floor on my knees. The woman was still grinding my face against her pussy. Her slimy juices were going up my nose. My throat was sore from swallowing her juices. When she finely came she pushed me away, and pulled Gail to her, and kissed her on the mouth. I had no idea I was capable of doing all of the things we had done that evening. Eventually we got dressed, and the two of them drove me back to my dorm. When I entered my room, my roommate saw just how exhausted I was. She got up out of her bed to help me. All she had on was a green and yellow football jersey. Just catching a glimpse of her black pubic hair was enough to make me horny. She must have smelled all of the pussy juice that had dried on my body, while she undressed me. Rather than putting me in my bed, she put me in her warm bed. I was in no condition to fight her, and besides the prospect of having sex with a Japanese girl my age was turning me on too. She had small breasts, but they were larger than mine. Her pubic hair looked like mine. She mounted me head to toe. I was looking up at her pussy as she lowered it down to my face. She was blowing her warm breath on my pussy at the same time. We ate pussy until we were both so tired we had to cuddle up to rest. My life was changed forever. When I graduated and returned home to take over the flower business I collected a retinue of older and younger women to play with. I also delivered flowers to special customers. Being a short adult with the figure of pre-teen has turned out to be such an advantage when seducing women and girls that I don't envy big breasted women anymore. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.