Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2016 03:10:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: A Teenaged Dyke (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FFFf) Adult Youth, oral, anal, WS, f/FFf 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 2016 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. A Teenage Dyke By Jan My name is Jackie and I was never a girly girl. I was a skinny kid growing up. I hated long hair, so I kept it cut short. It was almost a crew cut like the boys in the neighborhood. I preferred to play games with the boys like baseball, basketball and football. I was accepted by the boys in my neighborhood as an equal until we reached puberty. The guys were getting horny, and they were embarrassed talking about the girls they were dating in front of me. They stopped letting me hang out with them. At the same time the girls I grew up with and went to school with excluded me, because I preferred to wear boy's clothes. I always wore blue jeans, sports shirts, and cross trainer shoes. When I wore a jacket it was either a green rayon boomer jacket, or a black leather motor cycle jacket. I was comfortable with looking like a boy, and I preferred it that way. The only girls I almost fit in with were the Pinker girls. I really didn't fit in with any group though. The guys wanted to keep their own company so they can feel free to brag about which girls they had fucked, and which girls gave the best blowjobs. The girls excluded me because they didn't feel comfortable talking in front of me about clothes, makeup, and gossiping about other girls being tramps. I was aware that all of them assumed I was a lesbian. In truth I had never felt one way or another about sex until I reached the age of sixteen. My father bought me an old 1950 Chivy coupe. I needed a lot of work to make it street worthy. He helped me work on it. In truth he wanted to build the hot rod he had wanted when he was a teenager. We ditched the straight six for a junked aluminum V-8, with a four speed automatic. Dad didn't want me thinking about street racing. We replaced all of the rubber bushings, motor mounts and Dad punt in a limited slip rear end. By the time we finished the underside was as good as a new car. The body was clean. As long as I was willing to color sand the car Dad was willing to paint the car for me. He also had the seats re-upholstered with leather and the two of us made the door panels and headliner match the upholstery. I was as happy about my car, as other girls are about their first prom-dress. Having my own car freed me from having to be driven places by my patents and allowed me to explore the world around our community. I could spend the weekend burning a tank of gas and never be more than 30 miles from home, or actually go on trips a hundred miles from home. Knowing that everyone assumed that I was a dyke eventually made me evaluate my sexual preference. The boys I knew didn't appeal to me. They were rude and crude and their descriptions of their conquests sounded gross to me. I had no desire to do the things they have bragged about! The girls were no better! I found them silly and they could be just as crud when they talked about the guys they had sex with among themselves. I knew if I had sex with any of my classmates male or female it was be the topic of gossip within days. To find out for myself if I was gay or straight I decided to find out for myself in a way that would never get back to my neighborhood. As much as I didn't like wearing female clothes, I did dress up for the occasion. I felt out of place because my breasts were no larger than most 11-year-olds, just the same I got dressed up and drove to San Diego. I was sure that I wouldn't run into anyone from my home town there, and I could find a horny serviceman that would be more than happy to deflower a teenager even if she looked like a boy. I was looking for an experienced older man. When I got to the Sheraton Hotel at the Marina on Harbor Island it was no problem parking in the lot changing clothes in the ladies bathroom and making my way to the pool. It didn't take long lounging at the pools edge before guys flirted with me. A couple of teenagers tried to hit on me, all I had to do was be a little rude to get rid of them. As soon as they moved on an older man approached me. I liked his looks and he must have been at least twice my age. Just as I had hoped he took me up to his room. There was a little foreplay before he fucked me. There wasn't the pain I had heard about, but it left me disappointed too. He had done his best to please me, but I just didn't get that feeling I had been taught to expect. I even had to fake an orgasm. At any rate it had been a disappointing drive home. The next thing to try was women. Again I didn't have a clue how to go about finding an experience woman to teach me. I listened to gossip among the girls in my classrooms, but I figured the safest thing to do was get on my computer and go online. One night after finishing my homework I did a search for someone to talk to. I talked to a few women for a short time. In each case I found that there was something about each one that just didn't feel right. One evening I found a woman that interested me, and her name was Dorothy. We hooked up on a chat group that we could see each other. I was fascinated by the woman. She looked to be about to 40-years-old, and she looked she could make a living as stripper. I'm talking about a platinum blonde woman with a stunning figure. She had the kind of breasts I could only dream about. She also seemed to be interested in me. She seemed to be attracted to me because I was young and inexperienced. In our discussions she assured me that she was attracted to me because she had given up on male's altogether. The prospect of getting to teach a young girl how to please women excited her. We eventually agreed to meet each other at the food court at the local May Company Mall. She was already there when I arrived. We saw each other and smiled as we approached each other. I was still impressed with her figure and fashion sense, but in person she looked older than her professed age. Her face looked dry and wrinkled. I suspected that she was either a heavy smoker or she had worn heavy makeup from her early teens. I was still fascinated by her. She bought us a couple of Mocha Grande coffees for us and she escorted me to the water feature where we sat on the wide lip around the fountain because the noise of the falling water would drowned out our conversation, to anyone more than a couple of feet away. We told each other about ourselves. Dorothy told me that she had been married three times and was quickly disillusioned by marriage. She told me that she had made a good living as real estate agent using her looks to make sales. Commercial properties were her specialty. The sale of large commercial property with or without buildings made her a wealthy woman at a young age. She invested her money so that she could live comfortably the rest of her life. Her home is in New Port Beach area. I told her all about being a true tomboy all of my life, and how everyone assumes that I am a dyke, and I actually went out of my way recently to have sex with an older man to find out if I liked sex with men. It had left me ambivalent about sex with males. I figured that meeting a woman on the web would be the easiest way to find out if I was a lesbian, without any of my classmates finding out. By the time we finished our coffee she suggested that I follow her to her home. Her home was located on a bluff overlooking The Corona Del Mar entrance to the harbor. We parked our cars on the apron of her garage. Her home was fabulous! How many people can boast that they have a view of the setting sun in the Pacific Ocean from their living room window? She took me on a tour of her home quickly that ended in her bedroom. Her bedroom was something to see. The furniture was very expensive looking, and very famine looking. Dorothy maneuvered me close to her queen sized bed and kissed me on the mouth. She was taller and stronger than me, but I wanted to be in charge, so I forced her to sit down. That way I was taller than her, and be the aggressor as I took her into my arms and forcefully kiss her on the mouth. I placed my right hand on her left breast and squeezed it. She responded by moaning into my mouth. I loved the feel of her warm soft tit in my hand. I slipped my hand down the front of her blouse and into her bra. The flesh was very malleable and I would feel the little dimples on her areola and her nipple felt like a soft small grape. I felt her hot breath on my cheek as she became turned on. I eventually withdrew my hand and started unbuttoning her blouse. In her excitement Dorothy started helping me unbuttoning her blouse, but I slapped her hands away. I wanted to do it myself. I pulled the blouse out of her skirt and finished removing it. She was wearing a lavender delicate lace brassiere that held up her heavy breasts while exposing a lot of flesh. I kiss her on the neck as I reached around her body to unfasten the bra, and pull the straps off her shoulders. She held her arms out in front of her body as I pulled the bra free of her body. Her heavy breasts rested on her ribcage, covering up the red mark left in her flesh from the bra strap. I marveled at the size of her areolas because they were the size of the palm of my hand, and they were a very dark mauve color. Her nipples were the size of concord grapes. I couldn't resist bending down and taking her right nipple into my mouth. I loved the taste of her flesh as I suckled on her nipple. Dorothy stroked my short hair with one hand and used the other to lift her tit up for me to suck on it. I nursed on both of her tits until her nipples were hard, and she complained that I was hurting her. That was when I stepped back to admire how big her nipples had gotten. At that point I turned my attention to removing her skirt so that I could get a look at her pussy. I had to pull her to her feel long enough to unzip her skirt and tug it down over her wide hips. She was wearing a black garter belt, lavender hip hugger panties that matched her brassiere, and nylons just dark enough to show off just how shapely her legs were. Her pumps were three inch heels that made her feet look smaller than they were. I decided to just remove her panties because I thought she would look more famine in stockings and heels. With her panties removed I took my time studying her cunt. She was a vain woman, and trimmed her pubic hair and shaved it to insure no hair would ever show beyond the leg opening. I saw that her labia dangled past her vulva and she sported a shiny metal bolt through the hood over her clitoris. When I touched the bolt she let out a moan. I made her sit down again and spread her legs wide enough so that I could kneel between them. The nylons made her thighs slippery as I parted her leg and knelt between them, and moved my face close enough to smell her cunt and feel her body heat. Where the smell and taste of that man's cock had repulsed me, Dorothy's cunt thrilled me. I took that that bolt into my mouth and stretched the skin until she let out a whimper of pain. I sucked her clit and tongue fucked her until she cried out, "I'M CUMMING!" At that point I felt my mouth being flooded with her fluid. At first I thought she had pissed in my mouth, but when I tasted it, there was very little taste and it was not salty. I learned later that I tasted my first female cum. We cuddled and talked about what I had done. I relished the smell of her perfumed body. When Dorothy turned over onto her belly and got on her knees like a Muslim in prayer I checked out her backside. Her butt cheeks were spread exposing her asshole and vagina for me to inspect. I stuck two fingers into her pussy and jilled her. She moaned in pleasure, so I added another finger. Before long I was actually fist fucking her cunt. My face was so close I could smell the sweet odor of her asshole. I couldn't resist licking her asshole. The ring around her anus was almost as dark as her areolas. When I actually stuck my tongue into her asshole she let out a howl of pleasure. By the time I was finished she was exhausted and totally relaxed. After a short rest Dorothy turned to me and went down on me. As skinny as I was my vulva was covered with a thick mat of dark pubic hair. Dorothy looked up at me from between my legs with her lower face hidden behind my pubic hair up to her nose. She did seem to be enjoying eating my pussy. I eventually had a strong orgasm. I was in no hurry to leave her bed. We lounged around for hours and I ate her pussy a couple of more times before I had to get dressed and return home. That evening was enough to convince me that I was a full-fledged dyke. At school I was still a loner, but several of my classmates contacted me at home. I didn't mind that they didn't want to socialize with me at school, but were happy to have me pick them up and take them someplace where I could eat their pussies. Dorothy also put me in touch with other women that had a taste for young dykes. Dorothy also had a friend that was an older dyke. When I met her I found her to be a nice woman even though she was an imposing character. She was about 5-feet seven and weighted at least 250 pounds. Her hair was cropped as short as mine and combed with a part like a man would wear. She wore a flannel work shirt, blue jeans and cum soled work boots. There was the unperfumed smell of sweat emitted from her body. Her voice had that horse unvarnished gravely sound of whisky in her speech. When she spoke she was very profane. Her first question addressed to me was, "I want to fuck you Bitch!" For the first time I met someone I had to concede was a bigger dyke than me. She stripped my skinny body of all of my clothes and licked my hairy armpits. Even though my breasts were no bigger than cubby boy's tits; she pinched my nipples until they were numb. She physically tossed me on Dorothy's bed and curled me up into a ball with my bony ass in the air. She licked my pussy and asshole until I had an orgasm that caused me to lose control of my bladder and I pissed. Most of it splashed against my face. She let me rest while she took off her clothes. I marveled at the size if that woman. She has a big soft belly that hung over her meaty cunt. She didn't shave, but her hair was sparse so there was plenty of white skin showing. There was a deep gash hiding her labia minor and clit from view. Her chubby breasts rested on her belly with the nipples sagging to the bottom. There was an abundant amount of dark hair protruding from under her armpits alongside her tits. When I my face in her soft tits the flesh engulfed my head like warm putty. While I was licking her flesh I put my hand between her legs and stroked her flabby flesh. After I diddled her moist cunt for a short time I couldn't resist smelling my finger. As expected my finger smelled strongly of her pungent odor. She spread the meaty thighs to give me access to her cunt. She was so chubby that her big soft ass placed her asshole in plain view. It was a simple thing to lick her from asshole to her clit. She wasn't able to hold her ass still. The way she was wiggling around I thought I was going to break my nose on her pubic bone. I thought my nose was bleeding, but when I lifted my head and wiped my nose I saw that it was just her clear bodily fluids. When I swallowed her fluid it had my throat sore, like I had been screaming at the top of my lunges. While was busy finger fucking her, she had her big meaty hand resting on my butt. She sought out my butt crack and found my puckered asshole. She shoved her finger into my ass and diddled me. She even smelled her dirty finger and announced that it smelled like ass candy, and sucked her finger clean. She and I had a lot in common, so we went to parties together, and softened picked up one or two fem's to fuck. When I graduated I got a job working in a warehouse while I went to college. That way I could wear men's clothes. There was a sweet looking girl in the front office that was innocent until I seduced her. I eventually married her, even though it was not legal in our State. 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.