Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2015 18:56:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Southern Florida girls College (lesbian/Adult Youth, anal, oral, f/fFF Warning: Adult Youth, anal, oral, 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. 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 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Southern Florida Girls College Or Sluts for Girls College By Jan I chose to go to Southern Florida Girls College because I met a girl, named Judy, from that school at a party that assured me that the school was known as the "Sluts for Girls Collage." The prospect of being at a school that would not only allow me to jump other girls but actually encourage it was enough to make my panties wet. I submitted my resume and verifications of my grades and SAT test scores, along with the name of the girl that had referred me. I heard back in less than two weeks from the school, asking me to come down for a visit. Southern Florida is very tropical in nature, Christmas it is often an air temperature 84 degrees, humidity 90 percent, and a water temperature 84 degrees. When I arrived I was pleasantly surprised to find that they had a relaxed dress code. The girls were dressed for comfort. Most were wearing cut off T-shirts, T-strapped tube tops, or halter tops. Shorts tight enough creep up the cracks of their butts and vulvas to accent their camel toes. They either wore shower flip-flops, sandals, or crocks. I learned the hard way that if you wore tennis shoes or leather pumps, by morning they would have green fungus growing in them. The first day I was there I woke up in the morning to find green fungus inside my black pumps. When I entered the campus, with Judy escorting me to the air-conditioned administration office to talk to an admittance person, Judy introduced me to the young woman behind the counter as Miss Kathy Richardson and that I wished to enroll at the college. She looked up my name on the appointment book and used an intercom to talk to someone. We were asked to have a seat, and we waited a few minutes before being directed to the office of a Ms. Bloom. I found her to be an attractive redheaded woman about 45 years old. She was dressed comfortably in a thin dress that did little to hide the shape of her figure. She must have been a size 16, but looked good in her body. When we entered she looked up with clear blue eyes. "Come in Judy and your young friend, and have a seat. My name is Ms. Bloom. I have been reading Kathy's paper work." Her glasses were sitting low on the tip of her nose. I had over dressed for the climate and was overheated. When I sat down in the chair facing her desk I felt sweat trickling down the middle of my back." She sat back in her swivel chair and laced her fingers over her breasts. "Your academic record looks adequate for you to enter our little college or just about any college of your choice. What drew you to our little college?" I said, "I met Judy at a party back home, and I found her to be a delightful person! She spoke glowingly of your college, so I figured that I would love to go to the same school as her!" Ms. Bloom looked at Judy with a twinkle in her eye, and smiled. "Yes, Judy is a charming girl. I can understand now why you have chosen our humble college to matriculate from. We have small and rather unusual campus life here. We are reluctant to admit girls that don't understand the liberal way we socialize here." With that statement she casually unbuttoned the button right between her large breasts, and pulled back the lapels to expose even more of those large creamy breasts. It was obvious that she wore no brassier. Her nipples were making a definite impression on the front of her dress. "It is always hot and humid down here, if you care to make yourself more comfortable, feel free to do so, my dear!" As I said before, I was over dressed for the climate. I had worn light summer clothes, but had layered a light matching jacket over my T-strapped dress to cover my shoulders and upper arms. When I leaned forward to remove the jacket, I notices the ways the woman studied my breasts. There was a little smirk in her smile that told me she liked what she saw. I could feel the sweat under my arms making my dress moist under my arms. There was also a drop of perspiration trickling down between my breasts. There were beads of moisture on my upper lip. Ms. Bloom asked, "Please tell me all about how and when you learned that you preferred the company of women and girls?" Since she was being so frank with me I decided to be just as frank. "I discovered that I liked to play with a girl that lived next door when I was in fourth grade. She was a year younger than me. We engaged in kissing and mutual masturbation for years before my mother came home early one time and entered my bedroom finding me kissing the girl while masturbating her vigorously. She was very upset, and sent the girl home before reprimanding me soundly for my conduct." "She must have told Martha, her best friend, about my conduct, because her friend Martha approached me a couple of days later. She told me she was having trouble with her computer, and asked me if I would have a look at her computer. Mother even told me that I should help Martha, so I went home with her." "I had always had a slight crush on her, because she was an amazingly beautiful full bodied woman. She had voluptuous figure to support her 38-DD breasts. The prospect of helping her with her computer, and being alone with her was enough to make my panties wet." "Her computer was sitting on a desk in her bedroom. I sat about correcting a few flaws programming in her computer. She was standing behind me close enough that I could smell her perfume and feel her body heat. She was resting her hands on my shoulders, and when I was explaining what I was doing she reached over my shoulders to touch the keyboard. My head was resting between her ample breasts. At that point all pretense of needing help vanished, and she placed her hands on my breasts and gave them a squeeze. When I moaned, she came around to face me, and untied the halter top of her dress. Her large breasts spilled out as she lowered the front of her dress. She lifted one of her tits, and pressed the nipple against my lips. I sucked on her nipples and massaged her tits for a long time. She was the one to suggest we remove our clothes, and make use of her bed. We sucked tits and pussies until we had both had multiple orgasms. I became a frequent visitor of hers." "I became very adapt, at finding girls to party with, and Martha even introduced me to some of her other friends that had a taste for young girls. Last fall I was invited to a lesbian party, where I met Judy, and had an enjoyable evening with her. She suggested that I would love coming to this college" Ms. Bloom smiled sweetly at me as she approached me. She unbuttoned another button, and pulled the top of her dress open to expose both of her glorious tits. They may well have been even larger than Martha's. I was fascinated by the fact that her breasts had a golden tan without any sign of tan lines, and her areolas were very large indeed. I had only seen areolas that large in photographs in erotic magazines. Her nipples were large too. It was obvious that she was presenting them to me, so I started sucking on one nipple while playing with the other tit. While I was sucking on her tit, she slipped my T-straps off my shoulders, and pulled the front of my simple cotton summer dress down to expose my firm 36-C + sized tits. When she started toying with my nipples, I echoed her every touch. We were both breathing hard, and eventually we enjoyed orgasms only moments apart. She placed her hand on the inside of my thigh as I sat there, and slid her hand up the inside of my leg until she found my wet panties. Judy got up and stood behind me. She reached over to take hold of my breasts. While Ms. Bloom set about masturbating me. I was a physical wreck when I had an earth shattering orgasm. When I recovered and straightened up my clothes Ms. Bloom buttoned up her dress and set about completing the paperwork to admit me to the college. By the time we left her office I had my class schedule. She took us on a tour of the small campus and introduced me to the dean and her staff. I was a small campus of only five buildings. There were no living facilities on campus for the 300 odd students. The students had to be housed in the homes of the locals. The community was located miles away from anything. The town had its own beach, and it was clothing optional. The white sandy beach was in fact crushed coral so fine that it was like quartz sand. I learned that the little town was inhabited by only women. Judy took me to the home she was staying in, and introduced me to, Ms. White, her landlady. She asked her if there was room for me to live there. She was a charming little old woman with hair style that was right out of the 50's, a pompadour do in Champlain pink. Judy wanted me to share her room, but Ms. White reminded Judy that she preferred new girls to live with her, until she knew that the student was compatible with the group in her house. I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but it became clear that she wanted me to move into her bedroom and actually sleep in bed with her. The prospect of sleeping with this charming little old lady was exciting enough to me. I agreed to her terms, knowing that after the first semester I would either have my own room or be allowed to move in with Judy or one of the other girls. Judy also took me down town to show me there little community. The shopping district was only a couple of blocks long. I was struck by the fact than every business was staffed by only women and girls. Even the one and only gas station was manned by females. It was just a short walk from the end of the shopping district to the clothing optional beach. The white coral sand beach was populated by naked females without the occasional dangling male penis. I was impressed to see women of all ages without tan lines defining triangles of modesty on their crotch, and breasts. I was thrilled about moving into this small community. I had never dreamed about the prospect of finding a community dedicated to a lesbian life style. Judy explained to me that a very wealthy woman had bought a large amount of land in southern Florida to build a small community and college so isolated that unwelcome visitors would not be able to disturb their way of life. The town and college were almost unknown outside the lesbian world. I called my parents and told them that I was enrolling at Southern Florida Girls College. They were disappointed that I had chosen to pass on going to a major university. My resume would have granted me access to just about any school I chose. I knew that whatever college or university I could have chosen would have an active lesbian community, but this school was small enough that I could get to know everyone, and the added incentive was that the administration and local community was actively lesbian. When I got home I gathered up my belongings that I thought would be relevant for my college life, and made the trip down there after saying my goodbyes to family and friends. My young neighbor was the most upset about my departure. When I arrived at the home I could be living in for the next four years or more Ms. White welcomed me with open arms and a wet kiss. She had already made room for my stuff in her walk-in closet. I had a week or so before the next semester started, so Judy and Ms. White showed me the town. There was a bowling alley, a couple of bars, a market, dry cleaners, hardware store, Laundromat, and even a local police station manned by a couple of dykes. I really enjoyed the beach, because there were no males gawking at the naked women on the beach. The three of us went to the beach one morning, before sun made the sand too hot to walk on bare footed. We spread out our towels and set up recliners. I had brought along a paperback novel to read, but actually did very little reading. I was too busy admiring the girls and women on the beach. No one was embarrassed about kissing each other in public. Women and girls were applying coconut butter and sun screen on each other. They were very liberal about applying the lotions to pussies and tits. I witnessed an older woman that was a professor at the college I had met on my first visit eating the pussy of a girl my age. I was getting horny but reluctant to masturbate in public, as it turned out I didn't have to, Judy played with my tits, while Ms. White made herself useful by applying lotion to my pussy until I actually had an orgasm. We stayed on the beach long enough for my skin to get about as much sun as it could stand. We eventually walked the short distance home. We showered and got dressed casually to visit some local spots. We discussed where we wanted to eat. Cuban food was a little spicy for my taste. Mexican would be fine with me, but we eventually greed on Italian. I ordered lasagna, and they chose rigatoni with meat sauce. We had green salads and sautéed mushrooms before the main course. We had red wine with our meal and a light pastry with cappuccino for dessert. The waitress was very flirtatious with me. I assume because I was a new face and young. The first day of my college career was interesting. Each professor personally interviewed each girl in their classes. We were assured that their doors were open to us if we had any questions. We were also warned that flashing them would not help us get better grades. They assured us that they had seen all manner of pussy and tits. Outside of class we could party with them, but just because we ate their pussies was not going to affect grades. When I saw my English teacher my heart skipped a beat. This woman looked so much like Catherine Zeta Jones she could pass as a sister. I do like full bodied woman with dark hair down their backs and light brown skin. I made it my goal to get to know her personally before the semester ended. 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.