Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2008 14:13:14 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Japanese Schoolgirl

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sexual acts between a girl and a woman.  If this type of content offends
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Japanese Schoolgirl
By
Jan


	Mrs. Velma Haden had been a widow for twenty years.  She had been a
woman that had resigned herself to very little physical relationship from
her husband long before cancer ate him up.  After he passed away she had
gotten in the habit of using her old palm held spot massager to stimulate
her clitoris every now and then.  In a short time she found that she was
masturbating daily.  Very soon she was masturbating every night and
sometimes a couple of times during the day.  Her church group would have
been shocked if they knew just how horny she was becoming.

	Velma was an older woman that had gray hair that was thinning.  She
typically pulled her hair back and created a bun on the back of her head.
As old as she is her eyes are still a clear blue.  With age her skin has
thinned.  As for her figure she had been an attractive woman in her youth,
with age her hips got wider.  Her upper body had not changed all that much.
Oh!  Her perky upturned breasts now sag and look hind of hollow on her
chest, kind of like flesh colored balloons that had a cup of water in them
and the rest of the balloon was devoid of air.  Age had also meant a change
in her hormone levels.

	As much as she plucked the hairs on her face she still had a slight
mustache on her upper lip.  There was an increase in hair on her arm.  No
one was interested in seeing her naked anymore so she stopped shaving her
legs, underarms and vulva.  The only times she bothered shaving her legs
was when she was going to visit the doctor.

	It was embarrassing for her to ask the doctor if there was anything
wrong with her for wanting to masturbate so much lately.  Her doctor was a
very understand young female and assured her that there was nothing harmful
about her desire to masturbate.  She told her to just enjoy it all she
wanted.

	At that time she had not become acquainted with the Japanese
schoolgirl that lived just down the street from her house.  Velma had lived
in the same house for forty years.  She had watched the neighborhood change
from a suburban northern European second generation community into a first
generation Japanese community.  The area was now known as "Little
Tokyo".  Most of the homes were rented or owned by first generation
Japanese families.

	They were gracious neighbors and afforded Velma all of the respect
they would any elderly woman in their community.  They would not allow her
to carry her groceries from the local market by herself.  It was difficult
for them to talk to the old lady because of the language barrier.  They
spoke little English and she didn't know enough Japanese to do more that
thank them with a simple "Thank you very much" in Japanese.  She was
taller than most of them too.

	Just down the street was the home of just the kind of family that
was moving into the community.  They had four children.  The oldest and
only girl was named Kiko.  The family wanted her to remain a traditional
Japanese girl so they insisted that children go to a Japanese school that
insisted on the traditional ways of teaching.  They did include much more
English classes.  The girls were required to attend school in typical
nautical uniforms typical of Japanese schools.

	Kiko was required to wear a navy blue pleated skirt with a white
navy jumper that had a navy blue bib collar in back and a black silk
neckerchief tied in a square knot like a male sailor.  She had to wear
black penny loafers with white knee high socks.  Her hair was cut in a
pageboy in such a way that the sides had a slight curl on both cheeks.  The
only makeup they were allowed was a little lipstick as long as it was
natural pink color.  She was just starting high school but still hardly had
any breast development.  (She did envy Caucasian girls because they
developed so young and their breasts tended to be much larger than Japanese
girls.)

	Like most of her friends she had the flawless skin with the normal
amount of melanin that gives the oriental the reputation of yellow skin,
when in fact their shin is not all that yellow.  Her skin was as smooth as
a baby's her areolas were not all that large and they were almost brown in
color.  Her nipples were small too.  She did have a delightful bulbous butt
on wide hips.  She was a 34B-26-36on a five-coot frame.  She didn't have to
trim her pubic hair because her straight black hairs were a natural
inverted triangle above her pussy.  Also her little clitoris was started to
poke beyond her little opening.  That only added to the friction when she
walked causing her to have little quivering climaxes at some embarrassing
moments.  She had no idea that her girlfriends were probably having the
same desires but good Japanese girls did not discuss such things.

	One afternoon her mother had seen Velma in the front yard changing
the perennials.  She had made some cookies and filled a bag with some Velma
that she told Kiko to deliver it to their neighbor.  She had seen Velma all
of her life but she had never thought much about her beyond acknowledging
she had always been polite to her.

	When Kiko knocked on her door it took Velma a little time for her
to answer the door because she had been masturbating and it took a little
time to get her panties back on and straighten out her dress.

	Kiko had discovered the pleasure of stimulating her clitoris before
she even knew what to call it.  She had been masturbating in her bathtub or
bed almost as often as Velma was doing it.

	Being a little shy she held the paper bag up almost in front of her
face while she told Velma that her mother had made some cookies for her.
When Velma reached for the bag she thanked Kiko and told her to thank her
mother for her.  She had forgotten where her hand had been as she took the
bag from the girl.

	Kiko smelled her finger but didn't know the smell was coming from
Velma's fingers.  She thought the smell was coming from her own pussy
because she had several climaxed that day.  The crotch of her cotton
panties was wet.  She thought the smell was emanating from her pussy and
Mrs. Haden could smell her.  She stood there nervously shifting her weight
from one foot to the other.  Velma mistook her behavior as an urgent need
to relieve her bladder.

	Velma said, "Honey, please, come on in if you need to use the
bathroom."

	Kiko was too embarrassed to deny that she needed to use the
bathroom.  Velma was ushering her to the bathroom and allowed her to close
the door.  She said through the door, "When you're finished we can have
some of your mother's cookies with tea."

	Kiko just sat on the toilet and felt the warmth through her
panties.  She suspected Velma had been using it the toilet when she
knocked.

	In Velma's hast to answer the door she had dropped her palm
massager into the drawer next to the toilet in a hurry.  The electrical
cord was sticking out of the drawer.

	Kiko thought she should put the cord in the drawer but when she
pulled the drawer out she saw the massager.  She could not resist picking
it up.  It was warm and the orbital knob was still moist.  She smelled it
and knew right away that Velma had been masturbating with it.  The idea of
an old woman like Mrs. Haden was as horny as she was exciting to her.  She
could not resist pulling down her panties and turning on the vibrator and
pressing it against her own clit.  The vibration brought her to a quick
climax.  The muscles in her legs flexed as she straightened out her legs.
When it was over she wiped the thing off with toilet paper and put it away
carefully.  She straightened up her clothes and washed her hands before
joining Velma in the kitchen.

	Velma was already sitting at her breakfast table with tea set for
two and the cookies were on a plate between them.  They struck up a
conversation while they enjoyed the tea and cookies.  Velma asked about the
Japanese tea ceremony.  Kiko was quick to explain about the ceremony and
she offered to perform it for her the next afternoon.  She apologized that
she should do it for her in a kimono with a wig and obi but she did not own
one.

	The next day when she got home from school she told her mother what
she was going to perform the tea ceremony for Mrs. Haden and her mother
helped her gather up the equipment necessary to perform the ceremony.

	When she arrived at Mrs. Haden she asked if they could do it in the
back yard so Velma led her through the house to the patio in the back of
the house.  Kiko had never seen her back yard before and she gushed that it
was perfect for the ceremony.

	Velma took great pains to look after her yard.  The yard was filled
with fragrant flowers.  It was arranged to be pleasant to the eye.  Kiko
told her that the ceremony should be performed in silence so that they
could relax and contemplate while enjoying the surroundings.  She told her
that she could close her eyes and enjoy the surroundings.  She told her to
smell the flowers, smell the grass and smell the damp soil.  She told her
to listen to the sounds of the birds and the sound of the afternoon breeze
moving the leaves.  She unrolled a rice mat on the patio and helped Velma
to sit down.  She knew it would be hard for her to kneel on her knees so
she assured her that she could cross her legs.

	Velma pulled her feet up under her opposite thighs and tried to
make herself comfortable.  She was not aware that the way she was sitting
her dress was above her knees so far that when Kiko kneeled in front of
her, she could see under the dress.  Kiko could see Velma's panties and
make out the shadow of dark hairs matted under the simple white panties.
That embarrassed her.

	She tried to ignore the sight of her panties as she set about
setting up everything she needed to perform the tea ceremony.  She
practically whispered as she explained each set of the ceremony as she
performed it.  There was the little bamboo spoon to put the tea in the
little ceramic bowls used as cups, the bamboo cup to ladle the hot water
into the bowls and the bamboo brush to stir the tea and sweep the leaves
out of the bowls before she placed the cup in the palm of her hand and turn
the cup counter clockwise before presenting the cup to Velma.  She told
Velma to rotate the cup on the palm of her hand the same way she had done
before taking a sip.  It took some time for the ceremony to come to an end.
It was starting to turn cool so they retreated to the house to continue the
discussion about the meaning of the ceremony.

	Velma was enthralled by the beauty and enthusiasm of her guest.
They talked about everything that came to their minds.  Velma eventually
asked Kiko if she had a boyfriend.  Kiko assured her that she didn't.  Oh!
There were boys that she knew but her family was very strict when it came
to associating with boys.

	Kiko blushed and asked Velma if she missed her husband.  Velma said
that she missed the company and warmth in her bed.  Kiko fumbled with the
next question.  "Do you still have sexual desires?"

	Velma paused before answering, "Yes, honey I still have sexual
desires and if anything I have stronger desires now."

	Kiko asked, "What do you do about them?"

	Velma chuckled, "Honey I masturbate 3 or 4 times a day."

	Kiko beamed, "So do I."

	Velma remembered her own youth and how she had masturbated almost
as much as she was doing it now.

	Kiko said, "I could never ask my mother questions about sex.
That is just something my family never talks about.  Even if she knew I was
masturbating she would conceder it rude to discuss it.  Even when I reached
puberty she didn't tell me what was happening.  She just took me to the
doctor for the doctor to tell me what was going on and what to do.  That
evening there was a box of sanitary napkins and a belt on my bed."

	Velma chucked, "It was not much different in my day.  My mother
didn't tell me either.  It was an aunt that sat me down and told me the
facts of life.  My aunt showed me how to attach the napkin to the belt and
put it on.  She asked me if I had any questions and when I asked her why
women had hair and girls didn't.  She told me that when girls changed into
women there was a hormone change that caused us to menstruate, our breasts
to swell and our hips to widen.  It was all in preparation for us to have
babies.  As far as she knew the hair growth on women and men was just
nature's way of protecting their bodies from the moisture their body
generates.  Humans are the only animals that have sweat glands.  The stink
was meant to make us unattractive to carnivores and the smell was meant to
attract the opposite sex to insure the survival of the species.  We use
perfume for that purpose now.  But there are some alpha males that exude a
pheromone that attract females naturally.  The same is true that alpha
females produce pheromones that attract males and affect other females.
When females live together their menstrual cycle will adjust to the alpha
female.  I would bet your cycle is very close the same rhythm as your
mother's."

	Kiko though for a moment and realized that her cycle did start
within a day or two of her mothers.

	Velma told her that if she went away to college it would change.
That would be why she would have early or late cycles for awhile.  If you
have a friend that you follow because she is a natural leader your
menstrual cycle will adjust to hers or your friends will adjust to yours.
Velma felt it was time to change the subject.

	They talked about music for awhile before Kiko had to go home.
After that afternoon Kiko visited Velma daily.  They became close friends.
Kiko could talk to her easer than her mother because she knew that Velma
masturbated as much as she did and was willing to talk to her about any
subject.

	Eventually Kiko asked Velma how she learned about sex.  Velma
laughed, "My Aunt taught me the same day she told me how to use a
sanitary napkin.  She sat me on her lap and used her finger to masturbate
me until I climaxed.  Then she allowed me to inspect her pussy up close and
told me to masturbate her until she could cum.  She told me about how men
fucked women but assured me that women could have sex with each other."

	Kiko's mind was racing as she pictured the young Velma rubbing her
Aunt's pussy for her.  She wondered if the Aunt had sucked her pussy for
her too.  Just thinking about a girl her age placing her mouth on the hairy
pussy of adult woman was making her pussy wet.

	Velma was having lascivious thought of her own about Kiko.  The
girl was very attractive and the little naval school uniform made her look
even younger than she was.  They were sitting at the small breakfast table
where they usually sat.  They were so close that their knees and thighs
often touched.  Velma reached down with her right hand and placed it on
Kiko's thigh.  When there was no protest and the leg spread wider pressing
against her own Velma slid her hand higher up the inside of the thigh and
squeezed the soft inner thigh.

	Kiko stopped talking and looked into the sweet face of the older
woman.  Velma's left hand was resting on the table so she reached for it
with her right hand and laced her fingers through Velma's fingers.  Their
faces were so close they could feel the breath coming out of each other's
nose.  At the same moment Velma placed her hand on the pubic bulge of the
young teenager she kissed her on the mouth.

	No one had ever touched her pussy that way before.  The feeling was
much more exciting than when she touched herself.  She did not resist when
Velma slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them
down to her pussy.  The kiss became more intense as the fingers sought out
her clit.  She could not believe how quickly she climaxed.  Every part of
her body was quivering while she was still kissing the older woman.  When
Kiko calmed down Velma stood up and pulled Kiko to her feet.

	Velma led her to the loving room where she sat in her favorite
chair and pulled the girl between her legs while she started undressing
her.  Kiko bent over at the waist as the two of them pulled the jumper over
her head.  The skirt unbuttoned at the hip and the zipper was only about
4-iches long but that was enough to allow the skirt to be pulled down over
her hips.  Kiko had on a sleeveless undershirt and white panties.  When she
removed the undershirt and panties Velma devoured Kiko's body with her
eyes.  Her breasts were just starting to swell and the areolas were getting
larger.  The triangle of pubic hair was coarse and straight.  All of the
hairs were pointing towards her little pussy opening.

	Velma envied the way Kiko's pubic hair looked because her pubic
hair had always been a tangle of thin hairs and growing in all directions.
She envied her soft moist skin.  Hers had been the moist in her youth but
now it was thin and dry.  She was getting age spots that almost looked like
freckles.  While she was looking at the naked girl she had a nasty thought.

	She moved the girl away so that she could lie on the floor on her
back.  She pulled Kiko around so that she was standing over her head with
her back to her.  She pulled the girl down.

	Kiko got the idea and squatted down like she was going to pee
outdoors.  She was able to place her armpits over the tops of her knees and
lowered her butt down to Velma's head.

	Velma was looking up at the girls beautiful butt.  They were two
round orbs that were separated by the valley containing her tight little
brown rosebud of an asshole and the swollen vulva covered by pubic hair.
Everything about the girl smelled so clean even the odor of Kiko's pussy
smelled clean to her.  When the girl sat on her face her mouth was watering
as she lapped at the girl's pussy.  It mattered not if the girl rocked
forward and her tongue wiped the asshole.  She relished it all.

	Kiko could not believe how good it felt.  The longer the woman
sucked her pussy the more Kiko squirmed around.  When she climaxed Kiko
lost control of her bladder and she started peeing all over Velma's face.
She tried to cut it off but to no avail.  When she looked under her she saw
that Velma was trying to swallow the flow as fast as she could.  Just the
same liquid was trickling down both sides of her face and soaking her gray
hair.  When it was over she tried to apologize to Velma.

	Velma assured her that it reminded her of her Aunt and not to worry
about it.  She hoped that she would give her a shower many more times.  She
just lay there enjoying the feeling of the girl's warm butt sitting on her
breasts.  She didn't even care if the girl's wet pussy would soil her
dress.

	Kiko wondered if she should do the same thing to Velma.  She had
never sucked a pussy before.

	Velma didn't want to rush Kiko into doing anything she was not
ready to do.  She sat up and wiped her face.  She turned to face the girl,
as Kiko turned towards her.  She took her by the hands and told her that
she had made her happier than she have felt in years.  She helped Kiko get
dressed and thanked her again as she kissed her good bye at the door.

	There were other afternoons that Kiko got to find out what it was
like to taste another woman's pussy juice.

	Velma was inspired to go shopping and buy some sexy Lingerie.  She
sales clerk must have been amused watching the little old lady selecting
sexy dark self-supporting nylons, matching panty briefs and bra that were
far to youthful for a woman her age.  When Velma left the shop she had a
good laugh.

	The next time Kiko came for a visit Velma met her at the door with
her new lingerie under normal concretive dress.  Velma had even shaved her
legs, underarms and trimmed her pubic area for the occasion.

	They retreated directly to the bedroom where they prepared to play
their games.  Kiko removed her skirt first as Velma removed her dress.
When Kiko saw the lingerie she thought Velma was very attractive.  She
moved around Velma's body so that she could check out the bra and panties.
She could not resist touching the lace bra and tracing the lace pattern
stitched into the transparent material.  She unhooked the bra and helped
take it off of the older woman.  She was not disappointed by them.  Her own
mother's were much smaller and sagged just as much.

	Velma felt foolish standing there in her panties and nylons while
Kiko was still had her jumper on.  She felt an obligation to remove Kiko's
panties so she Kiko to strip her from the waist down so that she could see
her beautiful little pussy.  When the panties were gone, Velma took a long
look at the girl's pussy.

	Kiko felt honored that the old woman was pleased with her body.
When Velma stood up she kissed her while she hugged her.  Her arms were
around her and she slid them down to grasp Velma's butt before she started
peeling them down.  She had to break the kiss long enough to bend over and
pull the panties down.  The first thing she observed was that the dark
pubic hair was turning gray and it covered her vulva from leg fold to leg
fold.  It would never due for her to wear bikini or thong if she didn't
want to expose hair.  She knelt between Velma's legs.

	It did not require Velma's help for Kiko to get the idea to place
her mouth on her vulva.  She felt the pubic bone while she sought out her
clitoris with her tongue.  She bathed her pussy with her saliva and her
tongue.

	Velma had not had another person make love to her in years and even
longer since someone ate her pussy.  She was humping her butt pack and
forth, ramming her cunt against the girl's face.  It wound up with them on
the bed in a lovely 69.  Velma deliberately left Kiko in her navel jumper
because she looked so sweet in it.

	Nothing was more exciting to Kiko that when she got to spend a week
with Velma.  It happened when her father's father died back in Japan.  Her
mother knew how much Kiko thought of Velma and asked Kiko if she thought
Mrs. Haden would be willing to look after her while they returned to Japan
for the funeral.  By the time her parents got home Kiko and Velma was as
familiar with every inch of each other.  The only reason Kiko's parents
never recognized they were in love with each other was because they never
would have dreamed their daughter was a lesbian.




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