Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 16:05:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: The School Nurse (lesbian/adult youth, oral, f/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and a woman. 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 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. School Nurse By Jan I was the oldest daughter of a woman that I can only call a tramp. She had four children by three different men. She hooked up with them in bars. She was a redheaded Irish-American, and all of her children are redheaded with freckles. We were forced to live on the wrong side of the tracks, as they say. We grew up in a neighborhood that was predominantly Mexican. My siblings and I didn't fit in with our contemporaries. We had to fight to be accepted. Home life was depressing, hunger was common, but Mom never gave up her cigarettes. She smoked at least a pack a day. Her evenings were spent bar hopping and drinking. She would come staggering home with some drunk in tow. My brother, sisters and I could hear the bed banging against the bedroom wall and hear all of their nasty talk. There was not much we didn't know about sex. School was not that interesting to me. I could do the work easily enough. More often than not I would do all of my homework in the classroom before the final bell. At the same time I couldn't appear to be a bookworm. I hung out with the Pachuca Mexican girls. I got my homemade cross tattoo in the web of my right hand between my thumb and index finger. I got into trouble several times, at first it was being out on the street after curfew, eventually I got busted for shoplifting. My defiance got me sent to the Principal's office for dispensary action more times than I can remember. When I was in the sixth grade and twelve years old I got in a fight with a Mexican girl over her perception that I was trying to steal her man. At the time I could have cared less about any boy, but I was not about to back down from any bitch. We met just off the school property, just so the teachers would not get involved. It was a knockdown drag off fight. We pulled hair, bit each other and did our best to hit each other's breasts and pussy. I thought the fight was over when I got on top of her and pulled her sweater and bra up over her tits, and gave her nipples a tit twister until she surrendered. When I got up and was walking away the bitch picked up a rock and hit me on the back of the head. I was bleeding like a stuck pig and dizzy enough to almost fall. My friends helped me back to the school nurse's office. The school nurse was Miss Garrett, a woman in her mid-thirties. I had never had any reason to visit her office over the years I had been in primary school. Oh...I had seen her in the teacher's lounge when I had been sent to deliver a message a few times. She was about five-feet six, and slender, with short brown hair and glasses. There was nothing about her that made her stand out to me. It was interesting though that the teachers punished us for smoking, but in the lounge almost all of them relaxed by smoking and drinking coffee. When my friends deposited me in her office they split after giving her the short story about how I got hit on the back of the head. The nurse had me sit in a chair to have a look at my head. It was amazing how much blood there was for such a small wound. She cleaned up my head and used hydrogen peroxide to clean up the wound. She put a couple of stitches in the scalp wound and put a bandage on it. Then she conducted some tests to see if I had a concussion. She satisfied herself that there were no lasting effects, before she sat me down and used a clipboard to write up what had happened to me, and the treatment. When I told her about the fight, I told her that it happened on the street off campus. As soon as I divulged where the fight had taken place she stopped writing. She said, "If I file an accident report about this incident you would get in trouble, and probably be expelled for a few days." I shrugged nonchalantly, "No big deal, I have been expelled before." "Since it happened off campus I don't have to file a report. But I would like to give you a thorough physical exam. I suspect you have never had one." Miss Garrett was right, because I had only been to the free clinic when I was sick. I didn't think it was really necessary but I suspected if I didn't go along with her desire she would file the report, and get me in trouble. From past experience I knew that they would pressure me to reveal the name of the girl I fought with. The adults just don't understand that finking on anyone is just not done. There was very little I could do. To avoid the confrontation with the Principal I agreed to allow the nurse to give me an exam. She told me to remove my bloody T-shirt. Although I was starting to develop breasts I didn't wear a bra because of the expense, so with the removal of my T-shirt I was naked to the waist. She placed her stethoscope against my back and chest. She moved it around and had me cough. The cold metal made my nipples hard. She used her fingers to stimulate them even more. I knew what she was doing was not appropriate, but I was in no place to object. If I were to complain it would be my word against hers. Girls like me were branded as liars and trouble makers. When I didn't object she cupped my breasts and felt them gently. I closed my eyes and stood there without saying anything. Her manipulations did stimulate me, so my breathing became ragged. She grew bolder and bent over and started sucking on my nipples. I have to admit that she was turning me on. I knew what she was doing to me. I had witnessed enough sex to know what she was doing. I placed my hands on the back of her head as I laced my fingers through her hair and pulled her head against my breasts even harder. Miss Garrett started unfastening my worn and tattered jeans. I didn't resist her efforts. While she was sucking on my nipples, she pulled down my jeans until they fell down around my ankles. That was when she pulled down the back of my old worn cheap panties, and ran her fingers up and down the sweaty valley, until her finger found my asshole. She toyed with it until I started doing a little dance. Then she shoved her hand down the front of my panties. I had just started growing pubic hair down there. She toyed with the tendrils of my pink pubic hair. I was wiggling around, because it felt like little animals crawling around down there. When she probed my cunt, she found that my hymen was intact but very flexible. She didn't press her advantage at that point. She stopped long enough to pull my panties down to my ankles. Then she picked me up and sat me on her examination table, and took my tennis shoes and socks off, before she pulled my pants and underwear off. Now that I was totally naked, she positioned me on the table so that she could inspect my lower body. Miss Garrett started feeling up my legs before spreading them wide. She studied my cunt and asshole very carefully. She probed the depths of my anus with her fingers. I had to moan in pain when she inserted three fingers into my asshole. That was when she concentrated on my cunt again. She spread my labia as far as the skin would allow. She put her face so close I could feel her cool breath. Then she started licking my clit with the tip of her tongue. I felt her stick a finger into my cunt again. She continued stretching my hymen to the breaking point. There was a sharp stabbing pain when she broke through the barrier. I winced in pain and let out a little cry, but the pain quickly dulled. Miss Garrett went down on me and sucked my pussy until the pain was replaced by the most pleasant feeling I had ever felt. When she was satisfied that my climax was over she stood up and stroked my legs. "Now that you know what sex is all about, are you going to do me the honor of showing me what you have learned?" It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what she wanted. I still felt a little wobbly when I rolled off of the table and tried to stand up. I helped her remove her clothes. She had on a white nurse's uniform. Under that was a white full slip. When we got the slip off, I witnessed that she had on a conservative white bra, and what we call granny panties over pantyhose, and her feet were in white practical shoes. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. When she let the bra fall away her breasts were only slightly larger than mine, and they sagged down onto her rib cage, causing them to have indentations, like empty cloth coin purses. The areolas were dry looking ovals with leathery looking nipples. I had to lift them. It was like holding a warm jellyfish in my hands the way they spilled over my hands. I sucked on her nipples while she stroked my head, and encouraged me. In a short time I just had to find out what her pussy looked like. I started rolling those baggy panties and pantyhose down her body. She sat on the table and helped me remove her shoes. Then I finished pulling the underwear and hose down her slender legs. When she was totally naked I stood back and checked out what she looked like. Miss Garrett had wide hips that placed her thighs wide enough that they didn't meet at the junction of her body. Standing up with her legs together still allowed light to pass between her upper thighs. She obviously never shaved or trimmed her pubic hair. There was a thick growth of light brown hair all over her pubic area and under her arms. Her labia major were so prominent that it dangled between her legs like flabby rubbery lips and that thick ridge had her clit fully exposed at all times. I suspected that her clit was being rubbed by her panties all of the time. A fact that was supported by her, when I asked her if her clit was always being stimulated by clothes. She was a very clean woman, but just the same her pussy had a strong musky smell, that I could detect standing a full yard away. Despite the smell I felt my mouth watering in anticipation of tasting her cunt. When I moved my face close to her cunt I felt the tendrils of her pubic hair before I actually touched her flesh. The air around her pussy was actually moist with warm humidity that radiated from her body. I rubbed my face against her pubic hair until my face actually looked like I had a rash or I had scraped my face against sandpaper. Still I used my tongue to stimulate her clit and pussy until the ligament under my tongue had been scraped against my lower teeth until it was bleeding. When she started to cum she had her legs dangling over my back and started pounding her feet against my lower back and buttocks with her heels. While she was doing that, she almost smothered me. Miss Garrett slowly unwrapped her long legs from around my head, allowing me to straighten up. We gathered up our clothes and got dressed. She placed her arms around me and kissed me. I could smell my own pussy juices all over her face. I knew that my face and hands smelled of her too. She also cautioned me not to discuss her examination of me, and added that she would like to see me again. While I was walking home I thought about what had just taken place. I was not stupid enough to not understand that she was a pedophile, but at the same time I had enjoyed having sex with her. The next day at school I made a point to visit her, so that she could look at my stitches. While she was putting on a fresh bandage, I gave her tit a squeeze. She told me to meet her after school at a location she knew of that was remote enough that the likelihood of anyone that would recognize us was remote. I was very excited about the prospect of meeting her and I was almost hyperventilating as I approached the location. When she pulled up alongside of me in her little Mini Cooper I almost didn't recognize her, because she had changed clothes. She looked like a typical housewife in a pastel dress. I opened the passenger door and jumped into her car. She placed her hand on my knee as she pulled away from the curb. The frayed hole in the knee of my jeans allowed her to place her hand on my flesh. I had no idea where she was taking me. I assumed she was taking me to her home, but it turned out that she took me to a house located in an old industrial area that was almost devoid of any activity. She parked the car behind the house, out of sight from the street. She assured me that this little old house belonged to an old friend of hers. We entered through the backdoor. The linoleum floor was old and worn, but it was clean. She called out, "Helen, where are you?" A warm voice responded, "Honey...I'm in the living room!" We moved through the old kitchen and dining room through arched doors into the front of the house that was obviously the living room. The old style mohair furniture was covered with lace crocheted doilies. Sitting in a straight backed chair with wooden clawed feet, was a tiny little old woman. She absolutely looked like a Rockwell portrait of a sweet little old lady. She was listening to an old vacuumed tube Zenith radio. She reached over and turned off the radio, as she welcomed us. Miss Garrett introduced me to her friend. The little old woman took hold of my hand and kissed my fingers. I wondered why the nurse had brought me to this home. I had expected that she was taking me someplace to reenact the sexual activity of the day before. It came as a shock when the little old lady reached out and placed the palm of her hand right on the crotch of my jeans. Miss Garrett pulled the T- shirt over my head revealing my youthful breasts. The little woman played with both nipples. When Miss Garrett reached around to play with one of my breasts, the old woman placed her free hand in her lap. When she pulled up the skirt of her conservative thin blue print dress, she exposed a naked crotch. Her crotch was covered with gray pubic hair. She stuck a finger in her pussy and jilled herself. It was a strange thing to stand there feeling my clothes being removed by the two of them. It was stimulating standing there totally naked, while they removed their own clothes. When they were naked Miss Garrett turned me around and knelt in front of me and started sucking my pussy. While she was doing that the little old lady spread my butt, and stuck her tongue up my ass. I was so excited that I had a hard time to stand still. When I came we wound up lying on the Persia carpet and I sucked both of their pussies while playing with their tits. I even tongue fucked both of them. When it was over and Miss Garrett was driving me home, I celebrated by smoking a cigarette. I had been encouraged to call the little old lady Granny Goose. I found it convenient to take my young girlfriends to her house to have sex with them. Granny loved to watch and have sex with us too. I continued having sex with the two of them well beyond my school years. 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