Date: 18 Feb 2002 11:10:20 -0800 From: Jan Subject: Nicole (Adult Youth f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman and a teenaged girl. 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 repost 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 chapters. Nicole By Jan It was a nice spring day in Detroit, Michigan and I was daydreaming at my desk in Political Science class when the voice of the Principal's secretary came over the intercom requesting that Nicole Peoples to bring my Social Security number to the Principal's off ice with me after class. I was not the kind of girl that was in trouble all the time. In fact I was known as a goody too shoes around school. I was active in school politics, the band, the art club, and even was on the swim team. I could not figure out why they would even need my social security number. I was dressed like every other girl in my school. Not that we had to wear uniforms or anything, we just seemed to dress alike. We tended to be in sweaters, skirts, ankle socks, and tennis shoes and our hair in ponytails with bangs. My Hair is blonde with slightly darker roots; my eyes were a light blue. I was a junior in school at this time. I was almost grown, I stood five-feet four-inches tall and nature had been kind to me like my mother I had a firm 36-D and full round hips. I caught more than one boy or male teacher giving my figure an admiring glance. Not that I had ever encouraged any boy. When I went out on dates I spent most of the time fighting away groping hands. A few friends respected my desires and gave up trying to make out with me. All this was running through my mind as I walked down the hall. When I reached the principals off her secretary told me to go right in. I was opening the door to her office when I saw the secretary gather up her purse and close up her desk and get up to get her coat as if she was going home for the day. When I enter the office Mrs. Witt was working some paper on her desk and the green shade on the desk lamp cast a pale glow on my skin that made me look almost sick. I had plenty of time to observe Mrs. Witt. She had been a blonde in her youth but gray was taking over. She still had lots of hair that she kept up in a French twist. I'm sure she used enough hair spay on it to make it flammable. She dressed in a woman's gray business suit with a teal silk blouse that had a collar that was at least a yard long and they were tied in an over hand knot that had the ends tucked into the suit jacket. She was a tall woman. I had seen her around school and figured that she was at least five-feet eight or nine-inches tall. She was one of those matronly women that looked like her breasts were at least an F- cup and her waist was as big around as her butt. She casually looked up and told me to have a seat in the one of the two green leather chairs in front of her desk. And with her eyes she looked at the chair she wanted me to sit in. I sat down and started shredding the tissue paper in had in my hand as part of a nervous reaction to this visit. I was also tapping the heel of my right tennis shoe on the carpeted floor. Mrs. Witt finally closed the folder on her desk and stood up and walked around her desk and leaned against the front of her desk as she putt both hands on the edge and rocked back and forth a little. She told me that she did need to see my social security number. That was just for the public's interest for calling you in here. You can say that our records just had two conflicting numbers and we wanted to correct them. The real reason I called you here is because I have been watching you grow up. I was hoping you would do something that would get you in my office. Now that you are in the last part of your junior year I felt I had to act. I was totally confused about what this was leading towards. What could she possibly want from me? She leaned forward until her face was only inches from mine and I could smell her perfume and the onions she had for lunch. She said, "I brought you here because I want your body and I wanted you to know if you say anything I will make your life miserable. You will be driven out of school if you ever tell anyone what I want to do to you. I was getting scared now. What did she want from me? Mrs. Witt walked around behind me. Then she placed both hands on my shoulders. She put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "A smart girl would sit back and enjoy the ride. At that point she slipped her right hand inside the top of my blouse and cupped my left breast. She actually slipped her hand inside my bra so that her bare hand was cupping my bare flesh. Even though I was frightened by her threat my nipples were getting hard. She asked me, "Are you going to do everything I tell you?" I said in a soft little girl's voice, "Yes Mamma!" She used her left hand to unbutton my blouse and pull it out of my skirt. Her body leaned forward forcing my back array from the chair. She pulled the blouse off my shoulder and down my arms. When my arms were free she unhooked the back of my bra. Because of the size of my breasts I buy bras with wide shoulder straps because the weight of my breasts causes narrow straps to cut into my shoulders. When the bra was released it felt like twenty pound weights had just been removed from my shoulders. With breasts the size of mine the pink areolas were stretched into elongated ovals. My little nipples were as hard as they could get. Mr. Witt squeezed both tits with her hands and I could not hold back a satisfied moan. Mrs. Witt reached down and found the button on the flap of my skirt on the right side of my skirt. She unzipped the zipper and she told me to stand up. When I did as she told me my skirt, blouse and bra fell to the floor. I stepped out of the pile at Mrs. Witt's feet. Here I was standing in front of her desk in just pink panties and my tennis shoes. Mrs. Witt walked around me and felt my flesh like a plantation owner checking out the body of a potential slave. My skin had goose-bumps crawling up and down my body from her touch. When she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down I tried to cover my cunt with both of my hands. Mrs. Witt slapped my hands and held them next to my legs like a shoulder standing at attention. She was now looking at my sparsely covered pubis with brown hair only slightly darker that the hair on my head. She lewdly wiped her finger between my legs up the valley of the crack. Then she held her finger under her nose and smelled her finger as if she were smelling the cork of a bottle of wine. Judging by the smile on her face she must have enjoyed the smell. Then she sucked her fingers. She told me to lay belly down across her desk. When I did so she parted the cheeks of my ass and looked as my sphincter and wet her finger in her mouth again and then forced her finger into my anus. She showed great joy in watching my discomfort and my butt wiggled around on the desk trying to get away from her probing finger. It had been hours since lunch and I knew that there must have been some shit right at the opening. If she felt it she didn't seem to mind because she probed my asshole for several minutes. She told me not to move as she walked around to the back of her desk and sat down in her reclining chair. She pulled the scarf-collar out of the jacket and untied it. Then she unbuttoned the jacket and removed it. She tossed it onto the cadenza behind her desk. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. The blouse joined the jacket. She stood up long enough to unhook her skirt and remove it. It joined the rest of her suit. She had on a dark lace bra and a dark half slip. She leaned forward and unhooked the bra from behind and let it slide down her arms. When her breasts were exposed they were truly massive things. They were soft and each one was bigger than her head. The areolas were as big as the bottom of a 12 ounce beer glass. The nipples were like sewing thimbles. She took one breast in her hands and fed the nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it like a baby until she replaced one with the other. Mrs. Witt pulled the nipple out of my mouth and I felt deprived as she stood up and pulled the half slip down. As she slip cleared her hips I saw that she was not wearing any underwear at all. She stepped out of the slip and tossed it with the rest of her clothes. When she turned to face me she put both hands on her hips and spread her legs shoulder width. I was looking at a crop of light brown hair that looked like it had never been shaved. I'm talking noticeable hairs growing past the V crease and down her legs. She told me to turn over onto my back. When I did as she requested she pilled me across the desk until my head was hanging over the edge. Then Mrs. Witt turned around and straddled my head so that my nose was pressed against her clitoris. She ground her anus into my mouth with instructions to stick out my tongue and taste her asshole. I thought I would get sick at the thought of tasting her dirty asshole. As she had planned, her ass was on my face I saw hairs around the hole and what they call dingle berries (little balls of shit clinging to the hairs. But I did as I was told and stuck my tongue up the hole and tasted her. She ground her ass into my face until she felt that I had cleaned her good enough. When she dismounted my head I filled my lungs with fresh air and almost asked her to do it again. Mrs. Witt had other ideas and turned around to face my body and mounted my head again. This time her ass was over my nose and my mouth was drinking the juices dripping from her cunt. She leaned over me and parted my labia with her fingers so that she could taste my cunt. I was having one climax after another in short order. When she felt that I had enough she climbed up onto the desk and squatted over my breasts and fit each of my nipples into her cunt one at a time so that they were coated with her juices. She told me to get dressed and go home. Don't bath tonight so that you can smell my odder of my cunt and ass all night. After school tomorrow I want you to stop by here and tell me if you enjoyed it or not. We got dressed and I never took my eyes off her. She put her arm around my shoulders and led me to the door. She didn't say anything. She just kissed my lips and squeezed my ass. I had a fitful sleep that night. I would wake up and smell her cunt juices on my body and masturbate until I would climax and fall asleep again. I must have masturbated four or five times during that night. The next day was terrible. The clock seamed to take forever to get to the time school would be over for the day. When I reached the principal's office and knocked on the secretary's door she only gave me a knowing smile as she left and said to go right on in. When I opened the door Mrs. Witt was sitting at her desk in a suit much like the one she had on yesterday only the blouse was a white one this time and she had a broach that looked like a family crest on the lapel of the suit jacket. She looked op and gave me a warm smile. "Did you think about what happened yesterday?" She asked. I said, "I thought about nothing else all night." "What have you decided about your feeling?" "Never felt anything like that in my life and I want it to never stop." She smiled, "Why don't you undress and have a seat?" I didn't respond verbally. I just pulled my tank top over my head and reached behind my back to unfasten the bra. I undid the skirt and pulled the skirt, slip and panties down at one time. Then I sat in the green chair to remove my shoes and socks. I placed all my clothes next to the chair as I waited to see what Mrs. Witt would do next. Mrs. Witt stood up and walked around her desk. This was when I saw that she did not have a skirt, slip or panties on. She was nude from the waist down. She did have three inch heels on. She looked almost comical with her blouse and jacket on and her brown bush exposed to my view. She did not have nylons on and her thighs looked very white. She stood in front of me and used her fingers to show me her clitoris. Then she sad, "Nicole suck my clit for me." I sucked her cit into my mouth and set up a suck, blow motion that drew her clit into my mouth and then blew it out until it was almost out of my mouth. When she turned around and bent over at the waist I was looking at her asshole again. This time it was clean. I kissed it without being asked to do so this time. I pushed my tongue deep into her bowel. She was gyrating her hips around in an erotic dance of love. This time she sat me on the edge of her desk and inspected my pussy. She was mildly surprised to find that I was still a virgin. She asked, "Do you want me to remove the hymen for you?" I shook my head up and down to tell her yes. She got up and went around her desk and opened a drawer and too out an interesting dildo with straps attached to it. The dildo had a large phallic replica and about three inches below that was a small penis about four and a half inches long and no thicker than her thumb pointed in 5the opposite direction. She also retrieved a tube of KY jelly. Then she applied a generous amount of jelly on the large shaft. She inserted the shaft into her cunt and wrapped the straps around her hips and drew the straps up tightly with D-ring buckles. What that did was put the little penis above her cunt and a knobby surface against her clitoris. She lubed the little shaft up with the jelly and what ever was left on her hand she wiped on my pussy lips. Mrs. Witt spread my legs wide with her hands behind the backs of my knees. Then she stepped forward and moved her hips until the little pecker found the opening to my cunt. She pushed her hips forward and I inhaled deeply as the pain of that little penis stretched my hymen. She paused and leaned over and kissed my mouth and while she did that she thrust her hips forward. I felt a sharp pain and grimiest as I said, " Oh, God that hurt." Mrs. Witt pulled out of me and knelt between my legs to inspect my cunt. She licked up the thin traces of bloody fluid that was dripping out of my cunt. How could I hate anyone that would drink my virginal blood? Mrs. Witt stood up as soon as the bleeding stopped. Then she guided the little pecker back into my cunt. It was sore but after she started thrusting her hips in and out the pain was replaced by the most incredible feeling I had ever felt. I had my first vaginal climax. I was still shaking when Mrs. Witt had a climax too. Was it the large dildo or the knobs behind her little penis rubbing her clit is hard to say? While I was recovering my breath the door opened and the secretary came in to the office. She came around the desk and undressed herself as she switched between kissing Mrs. Witt and me. She was shaved clean between her legs. She straddled my head and lowered her cunt to my mouth. It smelled of floral soap as much as cunt juices. As I sucked her cunt Mrs. Witt played with her nipples. When we were done she gave me her home phone number and told me that I was to stop by her office every night after school for awhile. She told me to call her tonight at bed time. After I showered for bed and put on my teddy for bed I called her on my phone and we talked about what we did and what we would do next time. This was my first time at having phone sex. I was masturbating myself as she told me that she was going to stretch my asshole until she could fuck me with her large dildo. While she was telling me about this I was probing my ass with my finger. For the next year and a half Mrs. Witt and I had sex after school and had phone sex almost every night. When I went away to college I would stop by after school when I was home so that Mrs. Witt could fuck either hole at our pleasure. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com.