Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2019 14:55:38 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Immaculate Heart (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral. f/fff) Adult Youth, oral anal, f/FFF The 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: Copyright 2019 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Immaculate Heart By Jan My family were good Irish-Catholics and lived in the old Fairfax neighborhood. Dad worked as a carpenter for the set department of Paramount Movie Studios. Mom met Dad on the studio lot at 5555 Melrose Ave. She was a script girl, and they met in the studio cafeteria. My parents had a couple of boys a good ten years before I was born. Being the baby daughter of the family, my parents wanted the best for me. My oldest brother was out of school and working by the time I started school, so my parents saw to it that I went to Catholic girls' schools. I hated having to wear a uniform and being corrected whenever my skirts were too short or my blouse was unbuttoned at the neck. As I grew up, I deliberately challenged the rules. I was forever getting punished for wearing makeup and altering my uniform. By the age of twelve, I started smoking cigarettes in the bathroom with some of the older girls. Of course, the lay-teachers and nuns could smell the smoke coming out of the bathroom and smell the evidence on our clothes and breath. Eventually one of the older girls challenged me, "Cindy, suck my tits or be known as a chicken!" I accepted her challenge and sucked her tits while a friend of hers kept watch out for teachers or nuns. I did that to her and her friends for a few days before they lifted their skirts and pulled their panties aside. I licked their hairy pussies and liked it. I rode the city bus to and from school and started looking at the women that rode the bus every day. I was attracted to one woman in particular. She was attractive in an earthy way. There was something about her that made me feel that she wouldn't reject an offer on my part to have sex with her. She was obviously a bleach blonde. The makeup was a bit excessive for a woman working as a secretary. I sat there speculating on what she did for a living. I didn't think she was a hooker, but I figured she worked in a store like Fredericks of Hollywood. It is a store that sells scandalous female lingerie. I eventually plotted a way to see if I could seduce her. I was a fourteen-year-old freshman at the Immaculate Heart High School on Fountain Ave. I was forced to wear the blue and gray pleated wool skirt, white blouse with a matching blue and gray tie, white knee length socks, with ballerina flats, or saddle oxfords. We were required to wear a blue sweater with the school crest on it. During the winter we were allowed to wear a wool Pea coat. If we were caught not wearing a slip or the hideous white baggy panties and bras that were made to smash our beasts against our chests. You would get the impression that the nuns hated to accept that we were young women and proud of our tits. I always sat in the back of the bus on the bench facing the door side of the bus. The woman I had my eye on, sat on the bench opposite if me when available. Normally I didn't see her when I was taking the bus home. I suspected that she worked later than the time school let out. I started hanging around after school to catch a later bus. One morning I was sitting next to her and asked, "Hi my name is Cindy, and I see you every morning but never see you coming home. What time do you return home?" "Hi, Honey, my name is Beverly, and I normally catch the 6:00 pm bus because I work late every day." I figured that I would have to find something to keep me occupied until that time. I knew where she boarded the bus on the way home. I volunteered to join the drama club because I knew that practiced long enough to make it easier to wait for the bus, she would be likely to catch. Before leaving school, I would remove my panties and stuff them into my book pack. Then I would cross the street to catch the bus. The first couple of times I didn't see her. The third time I saw her waiting at her stop and my heart skipped a beat. I was excited to see her board the bus. She made her way to the back of the bus and sat in her normal spot facing me. There was a woman sitting on my side of the bus, but there was no one on her side. As the bus continued heading east people boarded and a few got off. When the bus turned south heading to the Fairfax district more people exited the bus. I deliberately spread my legs to give Beverly a glimpse of my red pubic patch. Beverly gave me a sweet smile and licked her lips. I knew that she was interested in the view. When the bus reached my stop, I stood up and move to the doors in the back of the bus next to the bench she was sitting on. She stood and wrapped her hand around the steel post at the top of the steps and pressed her body against my backside as we awaited the doors to open. I had my book pack slung over my left shoulder, knowing that the pack would hide anything we did from the bus driver. I used my right hand to reach behind my ass to place my hand on Beverly's crotch and give it a squeeze. I felt her blow a puff of air on the back of my neck. As the door opened and I felt the cool night air hit me and I stepped off of the bus. Beverly followed right behind me. As we heard and felt the doors close behind us and the sound of the diesel bus power up as the bus pulled away from the curb. I turned to face Beverly and hugged her before kissing her on the mouth. "You are a very bold young lady, my dear!" She guided me into the doorway of a closed dry cleaner. She backed me up against glass door and while she kissed me, she reached down and placed her hand on my thigh below the short skirt and moved her hand up the inside of my leg to my crotch. She placed her hand on my pussy. I moaned as she stuffed two fingers into my vagina and started finger fucking me. She frigged me until I had an orgasm that caused me to almost buckle my knees. Afterward, she pulled her fingers out and smelled them before she tasted her fingers. "Honey, would you like to come home with me?" "As much as I would love to do that right now, but I have to go home before my mother thinks something wrong. I can make arrangements to be able to spend a night with you in a couple of days." The woman gave me a business card and told me, Give me a call! I would love to get to know you better!" We parted company with a kiss, and I walked home. In the safety of my room, I checked the business card. The imposed card read, Caroline Peterson Administrative Analyst, Capitol Records and the address and phone and fax number. She had added her cell phone number with a pen. I used the number to call her to tell her how much I had enjoyed our meeting. I lay there on my bed and masturbated while we talked about sex for at least an hour. I assured her I had a plan for getting to spend the night with her. The next day at school I couldn't contain myself. I cornered my best friend and told her that I needed her to cover for me because I wanted to have a date with an older woman. She wanted to hear all of the details. I told her everything and she agreed to cover for me. That evening when I asked my Mom for permission to spend the night at the home of my best friend. Something I had done many times in the past. Mother gave me permission without question. I called Carol that night and told her that I would be available the next evening. We agreed on the bus to catch. I was very excited about the prospect of getting to spend the night with an older woman. I could hardly contain my excitement until the time came to catch the bus. When the bus approached Carol's stop, I sat on the bench where she liked to sit and watched as she made her way to the back of the bus. We greeted each other as she sat down next to me. We told each other about ourselves. Carol had come from Waco, Texas with dreams of getting into the movies. She had been introduced to lesbian sex by her high school drama teacher. While we were on the bus, she used her cellphone to order Chinese to be delivered to her address. We passed my stop and continued for three more stops before we got off. She led me across the street and we walked a couple of blocks east before we came to an old duplex that must have been built in the twenties. It had seen better days but looked like it was being looked after now. The area had gone through a resurgence and been restored and updated because of its proximity to central LA, Santa Monica, and Hollywood. It looked freshly painted and the windows had been updated to style correct butt made of double pane glass with plastic moldings. The arched top door opened into a nicely furnished apartment. She told me, "Make yourself comfortable and use the bathroom if you like. The food would be here in a few minutes." In my excitement, I realized I did need to pee, so I went to the bathroom and pulled my panties down and flipped up the back of the skirt as I sat down to relieve myself. After I wiped my pussy, I washed my hands before joining Carol. She had removed her pumps and jacket. She was in the process of unbuttoning the top few buttons of her blouse. She offered me a drink and listed coffee, milk, soft drink, or whiskey. I felt bold enough to ask for whiskey. She asked, neat or soda. I didn't know what neat mint, so, I opted for soda. She poured whiskey into two glasses and added soda to them, and handed me one. The first sip had a strong bite, but the second sip went down easier. We had just finished our drinks when there was a knock at the door. The delivery boy handed her two paper bags and accepted the money before leaving. We ate dinner at the little table for four. Afterwards, she put the dishes in the dishwasher and the paper containers in the trash. She took me by the hand led me to the couch. We sat there with one leg tucked under the other so that we could face each other while we talked before, we clung to each other and started kissing each other. Carol smelled of expensive perfume, as she stuck her tongue into my mouth. It was all very heady and I love the way my pussy was tingling. As a fourteen-year-old teenager, my breasts were a 34-C and they were tender because they were still growing. It was thrilling to have this sexy woman removing my tie, blouse and pulling the straps of my slip off of my shoulders to get at my bra. It felt good to have the restrictive bra removed and feel the air on them, as well as her hands. Carol made me stand up so that she could remove my skirt and slip. She ran her hands all over the non- regulation hip hugger panties. Standing there I could even smell my pussy making the crotch of my panties wet. Carol's fingers were being coated with my bodily fluid. She smelled them and tasted them before she peeled down my panties. I stepped out of my ballerina slippers. Carol left the white cable-knit knee stocking on. I guess that was to remind her how young I was. I do love your little patch of red hair, Honey." I stepped forward and shoved my pussy into her face. She grabbed my hips and pulled me even tighter against her face. Carol slipped her right hand around my butt and stuck a finger up my asshole while she ate my pussy. I stood there quivering until I had an orgasm. She left my clothes where they lay, as she walked me to her bedroom. She finished getting undressed, while I sat on the bed. When she removed her blouse, I saw that she was wearing a sexy lavender lace bra. She unfastened her skirt and removed it along with her half-slip, I saw the matching lavender lace panties. When she removed them, I saw the natural color of her hair was chestnut. No amount of perfume could cover up the smell of her pussy. She removed her pumps but left her nylons on. I have to admit that just the smell was almost enough to make me cum. She pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me. She straddled my hips and reached for my tits and molded them with her hands until I moaned with pain. Then she walked on her knees up my body. When she reached my face, she sat on my mouth. She rubbed her cunt against my mouth and nose. I swallowed the smegma fluid secreted from her vagina,= until she had an orgasm. After her first orgasm, she was relaxed and we settled down to enjoy the rest of the evening. We sucked each other's tits for a long time before we settled down to sucking each other's pussy. Carol even used a dildo on me until I had an orgasm that lasted long enough to make me pass out for a short time. We slept in each other's arms. In the morning we showed together and she made breakfast for the two of us. We got dressed for school and work before we had to catch the bus. My friend was waiting at the entrance of the school and wanted me to tell her all about my date. She was so excited by my story she almost came. She assured me that she wished it had been her. I started seeing Carol regally and found ways to spend weekends in bed with her. One of the lay teachers named Ms. Wright must have seen something in me that she recognized as a sexually active lesbian because she took me aside one afternoon and confronted me. "I have seen the way you behave on the bus with that blonde woman," I almost panicked, I had no idea that any of my teachers rode the same bus. I stood there too stunned to respond. "I think you need to let your mother know that you are going to be late tonight because we are going to have a talk about your behavior after school!" I used my cellphone to tell Mom that I would be late tonight because of a teacher's conference. I worried about what Ms. Wright was planning. I had been paddled before for misconduct. I feared that was what was in store for me. After school, I reluctantly knocked on the door to Ms. Wright's office. When I heard her say, "Come in" I opened the door and entered the office and stood in front of the desk with my hands behind my back. Shifting my weight back and forth. My book bag was slung over my left shoulder. Ms. Wright stood up and came around her desk to stand in front of me. Her face didn't reveal what she was going to do. She took hold of the padded strap of my book bag and removed it and placed it on the floor. "You are having sex with that blonde on the bus! Aren't you?" Her voice was so commanding that I feared to lie, but feared to admit it. I paused too long and received a slap across my cheek. "Yes Mamma" She turned me around and forced me to sit on her desk. She flipped my pleated skirt to expose my panties. I had expected to get paddled, so I had changed back into the regulation panties in the bathroom earlier. Ms. Wright was not impressed. She grabbed the waist of my panties and ripped them out from under my butt and free of my legs. I sat here in stunned disbelieve. I had expected a paddling and a lecture about my conduct and the sin of unnatural sex. Instead she stepped, between my legs and placed a hand on the back of my neck and kissed me on the mouth while stroking my pussy. Once I was wet, she shoved two fingers deep into my vagina and masturbated me until I had an orgasm. As soon as I recovered, she had me kneel in front of the desk and she hiked up her skirt to reveal that she was not wearing panties. I was fascinated by the sight of her pussy. She had creamy white skin with a couple of moles on the inside of her right thigh. She had an unbelievable amount of black pubic hair. As she placed both hands on the back of my head pulled my head towards her pussy. I could feel the body heat on my face and the pungent odor filled my nose. Before my face was smashed against her pussy. There was that strong feminine odor and her pubic hair had that ammonia urine smell clinging to them. I assumed that she had recently peed. As she smashed my face against her cunt, I felt her stiff clit poking my mouth. I started sucking on her clit for all I was worth. Ms. Wright was saying things like, "I knew you were a good little cunt sucker! Stick your tongue into my cunt! ah, ah, ah, I'm cumming. When she recovered from her orgasm, she allowed me to put my panties back on and gather up my book bag. She walked me to the bus stop. We worked our way to the back of the bus. We sat together and I held my bag on my lap. Ms. Wright slipped her hand under the bag and stroke my pussy through the material. When Carol boarded the bus, she was surprised to see a woman sitting next to me. As Carol sat on the other side of me she couldn't help seeing that the other woman had her hand on my lap. Ms. Wright said, "Hello Carol, I think we both have a special interest in Cindy. I would like to invite you to have dinner with us tonight! I won't take no for an answer." Carol simply nodded her head. Ms. Wright pulled me to my feet several stops before my stop and Carol followed us off the bus. I would have never guessed that I had a teacher living so close to where I lived. The two women talked to each other almost as if I wasn't there. They seemed to have a lot in common. When we arrived at the door to her home, I almost didn't recognize Sister Ruth. She was wearing a dress. I had never seen her in anything other than her habit. She had prepared dinner for the fore of us. Ms. Wright and Sister Ruth cleared the table and told Carol and me to have a seat in the living room. Carol and I were confused about what to expect. When the two of them joined us, Sister Ruth said, "We know that the two of you are daughters of Lesbos's, so we are inviting the two of you to become members of our little select group of Immaculate Heart Lesbians." I had no idea that such a group existed at school. Now it made sense why the girls had made me suck tits and pussies in the bathroom. They were grooming me to join the club. Carol seemed to be interested in the idea of having access to a lot of teenaged girls. Before Sister Ruth put her habit back on to drive Carol and me home, the four of us had removed our clothes and engaged in all manner of sex. I found out Sister Ruth not only didn't shave her crotch, but she also didn't shave her underarms. My mother must have suspected something but she never asked why I was spending so much time away from the house, but she never questioned about the parties I attended. I learned that there were several lay teachers and nuns that took part in the parties. I was a confirmed lesbian by the time I graduated and went off to college. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@yahoo.com