Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2017 23:06:26 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Another Babysitting Neighbor (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F) Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/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. Author's Note: Copyright 2015 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Another Babysitting Neighbor By Jan My mother was an attractive woman, named Audrey, and was either so insecure or horny that she couldn't be without a man for long, the only problem was she had terrible taste in men. Several of her husbands abused her, and others cheated on my mother. One way or another she always found out about them cheating on her. One of the assholes even infected her with a sexually transmitted disease. More than one of them sexually abused me. Mom even came home one day to find one of her husbands forcing me to suck his cock. We were both auburns with long flowing hair. Mom had named me Amber, so that we would have the same initials. My hair had never been cut, other than to trim split ends. By the time, I was 13-years-old my hair was so long that I could sit on my hair. Being attractive can be a curse, you attract so many men that seem to be very nice, but after a while their true colors come out. Because of my mother's experiences with men, I didn't want anything to do with them. We lived in a bedroom community where most of the homes were occupied by families, but our next-door neighbor was a single woman, named Lisa Blackburn. She was the kind of woman that would also attract men by the droves, but she never seemed to have male visitors. She was a natural blonde, but also highlighted her hair with different shades of platinum. Her hair was long enough to reach her shoulder blades. I envied her figure, and thought she had the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Mom and I had only casually talked to her in passing though. True to my mother's insecurities she got married for the fifth time to another asshole that was already eyeing my ass. While they were on their honeymoon, Mother asked Lisa to look after me for a week. Lisa tried to tell Mother that she wasn't qualified to look after any child. Mother assured her that I was mature enough to look after myself, so I would be no problem. She said that all she would have to do is take me to and from school. I could even cook for the two of us. She just didn't want me being left home alone. Lisa eventually agreed to look after me. The wedding over and the two of them left for their honeymoon, to Las Vegas. Lisa suggested that I pack some clothes and move in with her. She assured me that I could use the guest bedroom. I had always been enamored with Lisa, because she was so attractive. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. We discussed our living arrangement for the next week. She would take me to school early, but because she had to go to work, I would have to wait for her in the school library until she could pick me up. Waiting for her to pick me up would allow me a couple of hours to do my homework anyway. She was an office manager for a medical office. Because so much of their business was done on Saturdays to accommodate people that worked five days a week, she got Sundays and Mondays off. That meant that I had her house to myself Saturday. Sunday, we went to the movies and shopping together. I enjoyed talking to her. When she inquired about boyfriends, I told her that males are all pigs. My mother's five husbands are proof of that. When she inquired about why that was, I told her about the way her previous husbands had treated us. I asked her why I never saw any males at her door. Lisa told me that she had the same kind of experience with men as my mother. "I'm happy to live alone." Monday morning, she made breakfast for us before putting on a house robe over her nightgown before driving me to school. Looking at her body through that sexy pink nightgown did turn me on. Her house coat didn't detract from the shape of her body. There was no sagging even without a bra. When she picked me up after school that afternoon right after the bell rang, I got in the passenger seat and buckled the seatbelt, as she pulled away from the curb. I was holding my book bag on my lap. She looked terrific to me. She smelled so nice, but she looked even better. She had on a white blouse that looked almost like a man's dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the front was unbuttoned below her breasts, thus exposing an abundant amount of her cleavage. She had on a simple black skirt that showed off plenty of thigh as she operated the foot pedals. I even caught glimpses of the lace tops of her self-supporting nylons. She had on black high heeled pumps that were very shinny. Whenever she moved her arms on the steering wheel her blouse moved enough to reveal most of her left breast. I could almost see her areola capped by an erect nipple. That was enough to make my panties wet. Lisa must have noticed my fascination with her tits. She made no effort to cover them up either. When we arrived home, she pressed the button of her remote and the garage door opened. As soon as she pulled into the garage, she activated the remote again, and the door closed behind us. She turned off the ignition, and turned to face me. She rested her back against the car-door, while resting her knee on the center console, which allowed me to see up her dress. She didn't have panties on either. Her pussy was shaved clean. I could see her clitoris protruding beyond the opening of her pussy. I was intrigued by that fact that it looked a lot larger than mine, and her labia was also visible. Just seeing her naked pussy stimulated me beyond belief. My pussy was tingling and I felt my panties getting wet. Lisa reached across her center console and pulled me towards her. She hugged me and kissed me on my mouth. There was just something about the way she kissed me that was not the kind of kiss you would expect from a casual friend and neighbor. She pressed her lips against my mouth and nose hard enough to prevent me from breathing. When I opened my mouth to breathe she stuck her tongue into my mouth. She actually sucked the air out of my lungs and then exhaled the air in her lungs into my mouth. She was actually breathing for me. It was making me dizzy. When she stopped kissing me she said, "I noticed the way you have been looking at my tits, would you like to feel them?" I had a lump in my throat, I tried to say yes, but all that came out was a croak, so I simply nodded my head affirmatively. Lisa took hold of my wrist and placed my hand on her left breast at the same time she used her other hand to pull the blouse completely away from her breast. While I squeezed her breast, she placed her hand on the back of my neck and pressed my face against her tit. While I was sucking her tit she also placed her left hand on my shoulder, and slowly moved her right hand down to my right breast. I moaned into her soft flesh as she squeezed my little tit. I had experimented with girlfriends before, but I had never had a woman make love to me. When she let go of my head she asked me, "Would you like to continue doing this in the house?" I was breathless as I whispered, "Yes." She let go of me and turned around to open her door as she pulled the keys out of the ignition. I had to get back in my seat before I could open my door, to come around the car to join her as we entered the house through a door entering the house in a hall that led us either to the dining and kitchen area or into the family rooms. It was too early to think about dinner, so she led me to the family room. She had me with her on the couch. She pulled me to her and while she hugged me started unbuttoning my blouse. Even thought my breasts were just a 33-B, I always feel naked when I don't wear a bra. When she pulled me to her bosom so that she could reach around my back to unfasten my bra her breasts were pressed against mine. When she removed my bra, our breasts were smashed against each other's. The friction of my nipples against her flesh was breathtaking to me. She continued kissing me while she played with my small breasts. My hand was still grasping her left breast, while she was stimulating my breasts. While she continued playing with one of my tits, she used the other hand to seek out the button and zipper of my skirt. She had to lift me up a little to pull my skirt out from under my butt. I didn't have nylons on, and I had on simple black flats, with half- inch practical heels. I was sitting there next to her thigh in just my usual white panties. She stuffed her hand down the front of my panties. I sucked air when her long painted fingers touched my little clitoris. She actually masturbated me while playing with one tit and continued kissing me. I thought I was going to pass out when I experienced an orgasm. Lisa let me sit back and relax while I recovered. She took that opportunity to stand up, and remove her own little black skirt. As I had observed earlier she didn't have panties on. I hadn't noticed that she had a stainless-steel jewelry piercing her labia above her clitoris. I also wondered if my own labia would protrude past my opening like hers did someday. The fact that she kept her nylons and heels on made her look even more erotically sexy. She sat back down and pulled me into her arms for another long tongue kiss, while she started feeling me up again. I couldn't resist feeling up her lovely breasts. I marveled at how much they resisted gravity. It is hard to fathom how something so soft could stand up so proudly. I could tell by the way they felt that they were not implants by any means. I had to ask, "How do you keep your breasts so firm?" Lisa smiled at me and said, "I was just blessed with great genes!" as she lifted both of them up and toyed with her nipples with her index fingers. I was consumed with the warm feeling of my body pressed against hers. The smell of her perfume was being burned into my memory, and I knew that I would never forget the way she smelled. I had to inspect her pussy. I ran my right hand down her body to stroke her vulva. There was no hair down there and it was smooth as a baby's bottom. I couldn't even detect the slightest trace of any stubble. I marveled at her ability to keep her pussy so smooth. When I asked her, "How do you keep your pussy so smooth?" She replied, "I use a chemical agent to remove the hair and it softens and moisturizes my skin too." I had to ask if it hurt to pierce her skin to install the jewelry, and she assured me, "When I had it done the woman injected Novocain, so I didn't feel a thing. It was sore for a couple of days, but the metal ring turned me on right from the start. For a long time, I would cum just walking. I can still make myself cum by crossing my legs and moving the top leg. That way I can masturbate without touching myself even at work or in public." The mental picture of her masturbating like that, even in public was very erotic to me. "Can you get me pierced like that too?" "Honey...that is something you better discuss with your mother. If I got it done for you, your mother would get very upset with me!" I let the subject go for the time being. I toyed with the ring. When I pulled on it the skin stretched. It was also stimulating her clitoris too. I observed a watery liquid starting to drip from the bottom of her rubbery labia. I gathered it up with my finger, and rubbed it against my thumb. It was very slippery. I also brought my hand to my face, and smelled my finger, and even tasted the juice. I smiled up at Lisa, and asked, "Should I lick your pussy?" Lisa stroked my long hair away from my face lovingly, "Honey, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do!" I smiled up at her mischievously, with that I scooted down to the floor between her legs and spread her pussy open. I had never seen what a pussy looked like before. I observed what was called the little man in the boat and her gaping vagina. I saw for the first time where the urethra was located, and I saw the lumpy or ragged opening into her vagina. I even saw the bulge of her cervix. The smell was a mix of the ammonia of urine with a strong meaty aroma of her musky pussy. That was another smell that I would forever associate with her. I stuck out my tongue and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Lisa's response was to make animal sounds, and tell me how much she loved what I was doing. She assured me that I was a natural at it, and that made me feel very proud that I was able to please her so much. We eventually got dressed so that we could go out for dinner. I'm sure I looked at her all evening like a lovesick child, but I couldn't help it. When we returned home she insisted that I sleep in her bed. Of course, I didn't have to be asked twice. We bathed together in her tub. I couldn't get enough of feeling her body. We eventually made our way to her bed. There was no thought of putting on nightgowns. We were all over the bed. We sucked tits, ate pussies' half of the night. Sometimes she would be on top doing things to me, and other times I was on top of her doing things to her. Each night for the week was a new adventure. She introduced me to oral sex with assholes. At first, I thought that was too dirty for me to do, but if she was willing to stick her tongue into my asshole, I had to do it to her. By the third night she put on a strap-on dildo around my hips and taught me how to fuck her. Afterwards she put it on and fucked me for the first time. It took a couple of days for me to get used to that, but eventually I felt empty when the dildo was not in me. The last night before Mother came home Lisa allowed me to fuck her asshole. I was not ready to experience that yet. Later I regretted not letting her fuck my ass before Mother got home. Her new husband was a drunkard and abused her. She had to make a couple of trips to the emergency room. The end of that marriage came when she caught him trying to force me to have sex with him. Mom sent me to Lisa's while she got rid of the asshole. This time I begged her to fuck my ass too. I was broken in very well by the time Mother retrieved me. When we made a move to ensure her last husband couldn't find us I had to look for a new woman to have sex with. It didn't take long. There was a fast food diner nearby and I made friends with one of the waitresses. All I had to do was tell her that I thought she was pretty, and I would like to her friend. She winked at me and told me that if I was serious to come back after 10:00 o'clock. I was waiting outside the establishment when she got off work. She was still wearing the uniform with a personal jacket over the uniform as she exited the back door. When she saw me, she welcomed me and invited me to accompany her as she walked home. We walked together a few blocks to a two- story-apartment building. She checked her mail box before we climbed the stairs to the second floor and her little one bedroomed apartment. We removed our jackets as soon as we were indoors. She complained about her feet and sat down to remove her shoes and socks. She rubbed her feet vigorously, before she turned her attention to me. "I detected a tone in your voice that implied that you want to be more than just friends. Am I correct in my assumption?" "Yes" "Have you ever had a relationship with an adult woman before?" "Yes, where we lived before there was a woman next door that was my special friend." "Cool, would you like something to drink. . We were all over each other as soon as the door was closed. I knew that no matter what happened I would always be able to find the kind of woman I was looking for, I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.