Date: Tue, 23 May 2017 19:39:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: No Longer a Child (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F ) Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F 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. No Longer a Child By Jan I am the daughter of a working-class family from Virginia Beach, Va. I have an older sister and twin younger brothers. My mother was a marvelous cook and my father worked hard to support the family. He was not an emotional person. He had little to do with his children. When he wasn't at work he was getting soused. My mom was a devoted and loving mother, but my sister and my twin younger brothers required a lot of care and attention because of their handicaps. We lived in a neighborhood occupied by a lot of Navy families. Our family was one of the few families that didn't have military ties. It was not uncommon to have at least a thirty percent of a change of classmates every year, due to the military families being reassigned so often. I had to make new friends almost every year of my schooling. Children can be cruel to other children that are different. I endured a lot of teasing because of my siblings, and because I was also a chubby girl throughout my primary and middle school years, and I wore glasses. (I lived with the adage 'Boys don't make passes at girls that wear glasses.)' At least I lost fifty pounds between middle school and high school. I was still very conscious of my looks. Just the same I was a terribly awkward and shy girl. I didn't have a male teacher until I entered high school. I wasn't an exceptional student at all. I tried to impress my female teachers, and preferred to stay in the classroom with my young and attractive teachers rather than endure the abuse on the playground. Having lost all that weigh I was just becoming comfortable with my own personality. Being introduced to male teachers bothered me. I only felt comfortable with female teachers. One of my teachers was a middle-aged woman that taught social studies, named Elizabeth. She was an Irish-American woman, around 35 years old, with short sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, about five-foot four and full figured. You could tell that she was not comfortable with herself. She wasn't young like new teachers, but she was old and decrepit ether. She was so ordinary, that was what I loved about her. She was the person responsible for me becoming a history major in college. I fell in love with her the moment I set foot in her class. She had an infectious smile the reminded me of the smile of the Los Vegas showman Liberace. My heart melted every time she smiled at me. My homeroom class was the second class of the day. Ms. Elizabeth's social studies class was my third class of the day, so lunch came after her class. I would stay after class to be with her. We brought our lunches, so we would eat while talking to each other. I would write little notes to her about trivial thoughts during the day. I had endeared myself to her enough that when she would have some free time she would get me out of my last class, so that we could go to the school library to talk. Our conversations were rarely about anything school related. More often than not we talked about life. One humid late spring day, as the school year was coming to an end we were in the library sitting at a small table and the school librarian was out of sight. We were sitting next to each other and she placed her hand on my arm. Her touch sent a trimmer through my body, something akin to an electrical shock. Elizabeth noticed my reaction and she was very sympatric, and assured me that I was all right. Every meeting after that our conversations became more personal. Her touch excited me even more. One afternoon the library was empty and the librarian wet into her office, so Elizabeth placed her hand on my thigh below the table. That sent another shock through my body. She leaned close and kissed me gently on the mouth. Although her lips barely brushed my own, could smell the fait scent of a perfume known a 'Revlon's Tigress.' It was mingled with her sweaty body odor. It was still very breathtaking to me. I impulsively returned her kiss and lingered there relishing the smell of her face. I saw her eyes quickly scan the room looking for the librarian. It wouldn't do for us to be seen kissing. She sat back upright and said, "Kattie, this is not the place to be showing affection for each other. I think we should find someplace where such displays of affection wont draw attention." I could hardly contain my excitement at the prospect of being alone with my beloved teacher. She started gathering up her canvas bag that she carried school papers and her lunch in and stood up. I grabbed my backpack off the floor next to my feet, and slung it over one shoulder as I followed her to the door. The campus was all but deserted, because everyone can't getaway fast enough after the last class. There was just a few maintained people arriving to start cleaning up, and a few people heading for after school activities like sports and band practice. No one would give a second thought seeing a freshman walking across the campus with her teacher. I was so excited about my teacher showing me so much attention. She led me to the faculty parking lot. There was only a few cars left in the lot. She led me to a little compact car. I got in without question, and she pulled out onto the street. I didn't even question where she was taking me. I was thrilled to be in her presence. As she was driving through the residential community she commented, "If we are going to have a relationship I will be risking at least the loss of my job, if not criminal charges for seducing a minor, so you have to promise to never divulge what goes on between us anything about our relationship!" The prospect of sharing a secret with my idol was exciting. I assured her that I would never tell anyone. My attention was divided between looking at her and looking where we were going. I had no idea where she was taking me. Our town was a neighbor city to Norfolk Naval Ship Yard. The town is only two percent black. The town is only divided by income. A teacher's salary would never allow a single woman to buy a lavish residence, but she told me that she had inherited her parent's home. It was well cared for, but dated by kitchen and bathroom fixtures to at least the nineties. It was not what I expected. She led me to the kitchen with a small dining table. She insisted on preparing iced tea for the tocororo of us. She told me all about how she was raised, the schools she went to and why she chose to teach in a Navel town. When she earned her teaching credential, the only opening was at our high school, by the time she was offered a position at the high school on the other side of town she had become satisfied teaching at our school. She found her students to be both adorable and challenging. Many of them have fine minds and she wanted to do everything she could to see that they continue their education. Many of them could become leaders. It was a passion that she spoke with that made me love her. I knew that she loved teaching. When we finished our tea, she took me on a tour of her home. She showed me the two bedrooms where she and her brother had been raised in. Both rooms had been refurnished into guest rooms. The master bedroom was the last room on the tour. She was occupying that room now. Everything in the room was hers and reflected her personality. and I smell the familiar fragrance of her face power and perfume. There were pictures of a few of her past students displayed. I assumed I was not the first girl she had befriended. I couldn't begrudge her pass, but being a female I couldn't help being a little jealous. She gathered me into her arms and kissed me with a passion I had never known. No one had ever kissed me the way she was doing. She forced her tongue into my mouth and swabbed the inside with her tongue. At the same time, she placed her hand on my 33-B sized breast. It was thrilling to have a grown woman feeling my breast. When she started removing my clothes I just stood there like a mannequin. She took her time as if to study every part of me as my bronze flesh was exposed. Not to embarrass me, she also removed her own clothes too. I was fascinated by her pale skin. When she removed her bra, her breasts sagged. I could see the blue veins showing through her alabaster skin. Her areolas were about the of pink quarters with small nipples. She was fascinated with my caramel colored breasts. My areolas are a dark cholate color and my nipples are large. Everything points to my breasts someday being quite large. She even toyed with my nipples before finishing undressing us. She removed my skirt, as I stepped out of my flats. I was wearing hat most people would call granny panties. In fact, the school dress code prevented us girls from wearing thongs, hip huggers, high risers or anything like crotch-less panties. Besides my mother would never allow me out of the house with any other kind of panties. They were old enough that the elastic had lost the elasticity. It didn't take much to pull them down. I was more than a little embarrassed to have someone staring at my naked body. My pubic hair is like tightly wound watch springs and as coarse as steel wool. I envied white women's soft pubic hair. When Elizabeth stepped out of her skirt I was intrigued by the fact that she was wearing sexy lace panties. I watched in fascination as she rolled them down to expose an unruly patch of dark pubic hair. Her vaginal opening was partly obscured by her pubic hair. She was not shy at all. She even spread her lips to show me what her cunt looked like. When we were both totally naked she placed me in the middle of her bed. She joined me and gathered me up in her arms and hugged me while she returned to kissing me. I was so sexually excited my pussy was dripping. I masturbated regularly by stimulating my clitoris, but had never inserted anything into my virginal. canal before. I was a virgin! I lay there on her bed waiting for my idol to make a woman out of me. She held up one of her tits as she hovered over my body for me to suckle on her tit. I marveled at the erotic feeling I felt sucking on her tit like a baby. I will never forget the smell and the taste, even if I can't describe it. She reached down and placed her thick gingers into my pussy, and rubbed my cunt vigorously. My flesh and her hand was soon covered with my slimy lubricating fluid. I was right on the edge of having an orgasm, but couldn't have one for some reason. Elisabeth stopped masturbating me. I tried to pull her hand back to my crotch, but she was stronger than me. She moved down the bed to settle between my legs, before she started kissing my inner thighs, switching back and forth from right to left again and again. Working her way ever closer to my pussy. I placed my hands on her head and tried to force her to my puss, but she continued to tease me until I was driven almost to distraction. When her mouth and tongue finally started sucking my pussy she was making all kinds of nasty animalistic noises. It didn't take long and before I had an orgasm like nothing I had never experienced before. I actually squirted right in her mouth. After wards I felt a limp as a wet dish rag. It took me awhile to recover. During that time, I thought about all of the things that were happening to me. I wanted nothing more than to make her feel the way I just felt. Elisabeth had moved back up the bed to lay next to me close enough that I could smell my own pussy juice covering her face. When I kissed her, it was like tasting my fingers after masturbating. It took me a moment to work up the nerve to go down on her. I started feeling one of her tits while slobbering and sucking on the other tit. When my throat started feeling like I had been screaming to long. As I stared moving down her body Elizabeth, she rested her hands on my head as I worked my way down her body. I worked my way over her little belly bulge and licked the scar where her appendix had been removed. I worked my way all around the patch of dark brown hair. It was something new for me to be able to comb pubic hair with my fingernails. I had to part her labia just to see if her pussy was any different from mine. I was amassed that her pussy didn't look any different inside her labia. I used my tongue to wash her cunt. Her clitoris looked much bigger than mine. I captured it between my lips and sucked on her clit like a nipple. While I was doing that I used two finger to finger fuck her pussy and used my other two fingers to fuck her asshole. I felt it when she had an orgasm, and that pleasing her was the most important thing I had ever done to that time. From then on, I was no longer a random student in one of her classes. Outside of the classroom, I was hers, and she was mine. I was her lover and her friend. To her, I was no longer a child. 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.