Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2018 12:31:35 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Bad Girls (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, f/fff, f/Fff) Adult Youth, oral anal, f/fff, 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. Author's Note: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Bad Girl By Jan The first day of junior high school was typical for me, being intimidated by strange surroundings and frightened by a new group of classmates. My mother had moved overnight from many of our places just ahead of the bill collectors. We didn't own much but and the car was the only thing worth repossessing. Without a car we would lose our living quarters as a last result, and our mobility would be reduced substantially. We often lived in the car until she got a job and pocked enough money was socked away to rent a very cheap apartment in the poor working-class neighborhood. My mother had bad taste in men! She married two losers and has shacked up with even worse. I witnessed them abusing her and forcing her to have sex with them. As child I had been subjected to molestation, masturbating and sucking the cocks of some of them. Mother walked in on one of her slobs trying to stick his cock in my pussy. This time she had hooked up with a dyke. This was the most stable time in my life. She was about 5' 9 or 10" full-figured woman with big soft tits. She wasn't fat, as much as she was built like a wrestler. She even wore her hair cut like a man's. She never molested me, but made no effort to hide her relationship with my mother from me. I witnessed her feeling up my mother and kissing her. I also heard them in their bedroom at night. We were living with her when I entered junior high school. Going to school in a poor neighborhood still has a class system. There are some that are able to dress better than others and there are some like me that are forced to wear old clothes they have outgrown. The schools may object to girls wearing dresses that are too short, but for girls like me the few dresses we own are the only ones we have. It was not uncommon for some member of the faculty to send me to a councilor because my dresses were far too short. I had to tell them that I didn't any other dresses, and my mother couldn't afford to buy me new clothes, even from the Goodwill and thrift stores. Many times, I had to put scrap cardboard or rubber in my shoes because the soles had holes in them. I didn't think there was anyone worse off than me, so I was too shy to talk to other children. I was reluctant to even make friends with anyone because they might report my family's condition, and be taken away from my mother. More often than not I wouldn't be in a school for a full year. The very first day of junior high school in the new school was when we were living with Maxine. For a change there was enough money for me to have a better wardrobe and even buy lunch at the school cafeteria. While sitting by myself eating four tough looking girls chose to sit at the table I was eating at. One of them on either side of me and two facing me. The leader of them asked me about my name, where I lived, where I had lived before. I was intimated by them and answered her questions truthfully. I told her my name was Kathy, and the other facts. When they left me, she said she would talk to me again. When school let out I had to walk home to the cheap apartment where the three of us were living. I had to walk past liquor stores, adult theaters, book stores, and cheap hotels that rented by the hour. I had to walk past street walkers that were plying their trade. As I passed one of those seedy book stores that sold adult books, magazines and videos I was feeling uncomfortable because these kinds of stores are frequented by the creepy kind of men my mother all too often brought home. I had the feeling that I was being followed and when I checked behind me I saw that girl who had talked to me during lunch. She increased her pace and caught up with me. When she fell in beside me she told me that her name was Linda. Linda was the kind of girl that frightened me. She and her gang wore a lot of black clothes. She was wearing black jeans and tennis shoes. She had on a black T-shirt with a white print of a heavy metal band's logo on it. Her hair was shaved on one side and the other side was dyed blonde, green and blue. She also reeked of the smell of cigarettes. She asked, "So tell me, have you had sex with any males?" That was a personal question I never discussed with anyone, not even my mother. "I don't talk about such things." "Some on almost every girl I know has been fucked by a brother, uncle or father, so you might as well tell me everything." "Please...I have never told anyone about such things." "Come on tell me the truth? Hell, my older brother I started fucking me when I was eight and an uncle fucked me the next year. The two of them were sharing me at the same time. All of my friends were fucked when they were younger. I was almost in tears, "My mother has had two husbands and a lot of men have shacked up with her. More than one of them masturbated me, made me jerk them off and Mother caught one of them trying to stick his cock in my pussy." "Have you ever had sex with a female before?" "No," That statement was true even though my mother and I were living with a dyke. "You don't know what you're missing! Only females know how to please another female." Having said that she pulled me into the alcove entrance to a seedy book store and took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth with tongue. I was too shocked to respond. I could taste the foul cigarette tobacco in her mouth and smell it from her nose. I had never liked the smell and taste on the men Mother brought home, but on Linda I didn't mind it so much. Linda took me by the hand and led me down the street. She suddenly turned to the right two blocks before my street. I objected a little, "I have to go home!" In truth Ruth and Mom wouldn't be home for at least three hours. Linda didn't play any attention to my protests; she continued pulling me down the road. We turned a couple of time before we reached an apartment house not much different that the one my family was living in. There was the smell of boiling cabbage and other pungent odors of cooking in the air. She opened the door with her own key. It was also a furnished apartment filled with cheap furniture. The apartment reeked of stale tobacco. As soon as she closed the door behind us she turned towards me from behind me, kissed my cheek she placed her right hand on the front of my dress at my crotch, and with her left hand was grasping my left tit. When I turned my head towards hers, she stuck her tongue into my mouth. While she was sticking her tongue into my mouth she started undressing me. It was not like the times the drunken men Mother was shacked up with had mauled my breasts. Her hands were not calloused and her body was soft. Her body didn't stink of sweat but it did stink of stale tobacco smoke. She didn't use perfume but she did smell of soap and shampoo. She pulled me to the couch. She removed my clothes and played with my pussy for a long time. She even brought me to an orgasm by digital stimulation before sitting me on the couch. For once my clothes were new including my slip and undergarments. I didn't need to be ashamed of my stained, frayed clothes, and holey panties. Feeling Linda's hands on my bare flesh was thrilling. Having pubic hair had drawn the attention of males Mother had brought home. A common comment I heard was something like "If she's old enough to bleed she is old enough to breed!" I dreaded the prospect growing up because it would draw unwanted attention from her smelly brutish boyfriends. There was something different about having Linda playing with my tits and my vulva. There was not the rushed urgency for self-gratification, without regard for my feelings or needs. After making me sit down she removed her own clothes while I recovered. She was not wearing a bra under that T-shirt and when she lifted her arms to pull the shirt over her head I saw that she had pubic hair under her arms, and when she unfastened her black jeans and her bikini panties I saw that she had a thick bush between her legs and her legs were not shaved either. I was intrigued why she chose not to shave, but was too intimidated to broach the question. Linda must have witnessed my fixation on her hairy body because she made the comment, "I quit shaving because a lot of males are repulsed by hairy women. I just got tired of wasting the time and the discomfort of nicking myself and the feeling of stubble." I didn't know what to say, so I just kept quiet. Linda stood there I front of me with her legs spread to allow me to take a long look at her. Then she used her right hand to rub her pussy and even delve into the folds of her vagina. She used her left hand to feel her tits. When she withdrew her right hand from her pussy and stepped closer she wiped her moist fingers under my nose and pushed them through my lips. The musky smell of her fingers excited me and the taste of her puss also added to my desire to have sex with her. I wondered what she was planning to do. That question was answered when she mounted the couch by planting her feet on either side of my hips and trusting her pussy against my face. There was nothing I could do to prevent her from grinding her cunt against my face. She was rubbing her slimy pussy all over my face from ear to ear and chin to forehead. She was getting off rubbing her clit against my nose. I even stuck out my tongue to taste her pussy. She wiggled her hips around to impale her vagina on my tongue. It seemed to take her a long time to achieve her orgasm. When she calmed down she squatted down and sat on my lap and virtually licked my face before she kissed me. When she chose to move her body to sit next to me, I debated with myself about what I should do. I thought at the right thing to do was get dressed and leave, but I had enjoyed what he had done to me. I chose to push her backwards against the armrest and swing her leg over my body so that I was sitting between her legs. I ran my hands all over her hairy legs, and bent down to kiss and lick the insides of both legs. Her inner thighs were devoid of hair until my lips reached the crease where her legs joined her crotch. Her pussy was still wet and still had that meaty musky smell. I sucked her pussy and clit and swallowed her bodily fluids until my throat felt raw. After she had another orgasm she turned the tables on me. She pushed me against the opposite armrest. She lay on top of me and kissed my mouth with tongue, licked my throat on her way down to my breasts. She sucked and bit my tits until it was driving me crazy. I had to place my hands on-top of her head to push her downward before she went down on me. I had never shaved my crotch but I only had a light dusting of light brown hairs on my vulva in a natural triangle. The way she licked and sucked my pussy you would have thought it was made of chocolate. When I had an orgasm I actually squirted in her face. She licked it up like it was milk. While I recovered she lay there on her belly with her chin resting on my pubic bone. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked. "I never felt anything like that before! Is it always like that?" "Kathy, it can be even better! That is why I have so many girlfriends. Can you picture kiss one girl while a couple of girls sucking on your tits and a couple of girls sucking you pussy and asshole?" The picture she painted sounded so exciting my pussy was getting wet again. Linda must have clued into how I felt because she sat up and pulled me up and turned me over and pulled me to my knees on the couch with my head resting on the arm of the couch. I had the strangest feeling when she placed her hands on my butt and spread my cheeks. I felt her breath on my asshole before she actually licked it. She spit on my asshole before doing her best to drive her tongue into my hole. She kept up her assault on my asshole with her tongue until I had an orgasm. There was a short period while I rested and we talked about why she like analingus. The discussion made me horny, so I pulled her on to the couch the way had done to me. When she was kneeling on the couch with her butt sticking out. I spread her butt with my hands and studied what her asshole and pussy liked like from behind. Linda was the kind of girl that the kind of skin that does tan effortlessly but she didn't expose her body to the sun very much. I found it interesting that even though her asshole was clean the skin around her asshole was a brown color. I put my nose close enough to smell her asshole and found it sweeter than I would have imagined. With my hands still on her butt I started licking her from her hairy pussy to her asshole. Like her I spat on her asshole and licked it up before it could drip down to her pussy. Following her example, I tongue fucked her until she had an orgasm. When it was over I had to get dressed and go home. It was all very strange for me. The first time I was alone with Maxine I told her about Linda and asked her not to tell Mom. She was very understanding and assured me that it would be just between us. She assured me that it might be a phase I was going through, so don't worry about it. The next day Linda and her gang joined me during lunch and when we left the cafeteria they led me to a secluded location between buildings and they took turns feeling me up and kissing me. After school Linda and her gang walked me to her home and we engaged in an orgy of oral sex. Every one of them sucked my tits and pussy a couple of them even ate my asshole. I did the same to them. There were times when I was sucking a pussy while another girl was eating my pussy. I became a regular member of their gang. Linda invited me to spend the weekend with her. When I asked my mother, she gave her permission and Maxine simply winked at me. Come that Friday I went home and put a change of clothes in a bag along with my hair brush and toothbrush before heading to Linda's. Linda introduced me to her mother and she was a was very pleased to meet me. She even commented to Linda, "For a change you have a girlfriend than doesn't look like a motorcycle gang member." Come bedtime we went to bed naked and we masturbated each other before we took turns sucking tits, pussies and assholes before we went to sleep. We slept in late. By the time we got up, her mother had already left for work. We fed ourselves and didn't bother getting dressed. We spend the day having sex with each other. We did get dressed before her mother got home from work. Her mother simply said, "Did you girls have fun?" We assured her that we had. But I noticed the way she smelled the air. I assume the apartment smelled of our sexual activity. That night we made love again until the early morning hours. I was having a lot of fun with Linda and her gang for several months. One afternoon I went to Linda's home but her mother told me that she was not home, but invited me in. She offered me a cup of coffee and told me that I could call Lorie. While we were sitting at the dinette drinking our coffee she told me, "I'm so pleased that Linda has found you. You could be a good influence on her." While she was talking to me she placed her hand on my arm and stroked my arm. Then she placed her hand on my thigh. That was when I realized she was flirting with me. I had admired the way he looked but had never looked at her sexually. Lorie was about 5' 6" and Linda looked a lot like her. She had dark hair and brown eyes. She had a mature figure that was a little overweight. I suddenly felt my pussy tingle as I thought about having sex with the mother of my best friend. As her hand moved up the inside of my thigh I spread my legs allowing her hand to seek out my warm panties. When I did that Lorie leaned close and kissed me, her hand reached my moist panties. She rubbed my panties while kissing me with tongue for a moment. The she stood up and taking my hand she pulled me to my feet and led me to her bedroom. She undressed me and placed me on her bed. Then she stood there removing her own clothes. When she was naked she allowed me to look at her while she rubbed her heavy breasts. She placed a knee on the bed and she used her right hand to rub her pussy. As she lay next to me and started feeling my body. In return I started feeling her breasts and she lifted her right tit and placed the nipple in my mouth. I sucked on the large tit like a baby, while she was finger fucking me. Unlike her daughter Lorie shaved her underarms and legs, but her pubic bush was every bit as thick as her daughter's. She was the one to turn her body around so that she could get on top of me so that we could perform mutual oral sex on each other. After we had both had an orgasm she cuddled with me while we recovered. She promised me that if I wanted to do this again she would see to it that we would be alone more often. Having sex with a mature woman was appealing to me and I assured her that I wanted to see her gain. One day at the end of school Ms. Barns my home room teacher asked me to stay after school as the rest of the class made beeline for the door. As the door closed she came around her desk and sat on the side of the desk as she addressed me. "Kathy I couldn't help noticing that you have been hanging out with a group of girls that are not good role models. I wouldn't like to see you get in trouble. Why are you hanging out with them?" "I like them! As for them getting me in trouble, they re better than the bastards my mother used to bring home. I was raped by the time I was eight and I have sucked enough cocks to qualify as a professional hooker." My statement shocked her. 'Kathy are you still being abused by your mother's male friends?" "No, she is shacked up with a dyke now! Her friend has never touched me." Ms. Barns eye welled up with tears. She hugged me to her body. "I feel so sorry for you! Can I do anything for you." As she hugged me my face was pressed between her breasts and I could smell her Calvin Klein perfume on her cleavage. My face was wedged her breasts and my body was pressed against her body. Her right thigh was being pressed against my crotch. I was instantly turned on. I started licking the warm flesh between her breasts. She continued to hug me, so I reached up and took hold of the top of her bodice and pulled it down to free her right breast. I had to pull it over the dress and the bra which acted as a support for her heavy tit. I licked her nipple before claiming her nipple with my mouth. I felt Md. Barns body stiffen and thought she was about to push me away and reprimand me for my behavior. Ms. Barns did place her hands on my shoulders and push me away. She looked in in the eye and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?" I looked up at her big blue eyes and said, "I never wanted anything more in my life." Ms. Barns placed her left hand under her right breast and lifted it and guided it to my mouth. I sucked on her nipple like a baby. I pushed backwards until her butt contacted her desk and she was leaning against it. I broke contact with her tit, and she moaned as if regretting the loss of my mouth. I knelt before her and lifted her full skirt and flipped it over my head as I ran my hands up the slick nylon pantyhose to her crotch. The waistband of the pantyhose was under her belted waist, so I simply used both hands to grasp the crotch of her panties and rip them open. Once I had succeeded in opening a large gap I pulled at the crotch of her panties and I pulled them aside to get access to her pussy. I found that Ms. Barns was clean shaven down there and even though she had obviously bathed recently wearing thin lace panties and pantyhose all day had held in the heat and added to the aroma of her pussy. I buried my nose in the folds of her labia and relished the womanly smell of her pussy. Ms. Barns placed her hands on the back of my head and rubbed her crotch against my face. I sought out her clit with my mouth and skillfully sucked on it while driving two fingers up her vagina. I brought he to a quick orgasm that had her assuring me what a great job I had done. When she recovered she remembered how vulnerable we were having sex in the school room. She stood up and adjusted her skirt. There was nothing she could do about the runs going down the legs of her pantyhose. She pulled me to my feet and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. "Honey would you like to come to my home to continue this?" Yes, very much!" "We can't be seen driving away from school together, so you will have to come to my home on your own. If I give you my address can you find a way to get there?" "I'm sure I can." She turned around, picked up a pin and scribbled he address on a slip of paper. As she laid the pen down she handed me the slip of paper. After another quick kiss we parted way. As I was walking off the campus I saw her car driving away. I used my school pass to catch a public bus that would take me in the direction of her home. I had to change buses once and had to walk another three blocks to arrive at the front door of Ms. Barns' front door. When she answered the door, I noticed that she had already changed clothes from her normally conservative wardrobe befitting a school teacher of a school populated with a lot of horny school boys into something more casual. She was simply wearing a colorful wraparound dress, and barefooted. She flashed me a big smile as she invited me in. I took a quick look around her home, and to me her modest home looked like a palace to me. There was nothing about her decorations that would lead anyone to suspect that she was anything other than a typical young school teacher. Ms. Barns took me in her arms again and this time I could tell that she didn't have anything on under that silk dress. This time Ms. Barns took charge. I assume she felt more comfortable in her home away from possible prying eyes. While she was hugging me, she placed her right hand on my butt and gave it squeeze as she directed me towards the hall that obviously led to bedrooms and possibly a bathroom. She led me to the far door that turned out to be her bedroom. It was interesting that a single woman would own a queen-sized bed. The photographs in her bedroom were of her taken in other countries. She obviously traveled during her summer vacations. She sat on the side of her bed and pull me between her legs. She proceeded to remove my school clothes ad tossing the aside casually until I was completely naked. It was slightly embarrassing to be standing there naked in front of her. She seemed to enjoy what she saw. My body was almost mature. I had firm well developed breasts but I still had the figure of a young girl. She placed the palm of her hand on my little garden of pubic hair and plowed a finger though the hairs until she felt the little bump of my clit and started stroking it vigorously I was quickly doing a nervous little dance to the rhythm of her finger. When I had an orgasm I couldn't help it, I squirted all over her hand. She smiled and smelled her finger before she stuck her finger in her mouth. After that she pulled me onto the bed, while she stood up and untied the sash around her waist. The flap of the dress fell open as she started pulling the dress off her shoulders. I watched every move with bated breath as she exposed her body. She had the figure of a thirty-five-year-old woman. Her body was well rounded but still looked good. To my surprise, she had a tattoo of two cherries with joined stems on her tight hip right at the swell of her mons pubis. She noticed where I was looking and said, "I got that my freshman year of college after my roommate seduced me. That was the symbol of the loss of my virgin pussy and asshole. I had already seen her smoothly shaved pussy at school. She pulled me to the middle of the bed and spread my legs so that she could kneel between them. She stretched her body out over the top of mine. She kissed my mouth, with tongue with her big breasts resting on mine. When she moved her nipples rubbed against my body. We were both sweating by the time she started sliding down my body on her way to my crotch. I assumed she was going to started licking and sucking by pussy but she took hold of her right breast and started rubbing my pussy with her nipple. She parted my labia with her nipple making her tit wet with the fluid of cunt. Then she maneuvered her body until she was able to place her mouth on my pussy. Her tongue was like a snake and she was moving her head around to insure her face rubbed every inch of my pussy. She captured my clit with her lips and sucked on it like it was a nipple. I as so excited that I wanted to cum but I just couldn't cum. Ms. Barns didn't give up at all. Just when I thought I would never cum she slipped her right hand between my legs and stuck two fingers deep into my vagina. It felt like a dam had busted and my body felt relaxed and I quivered like someone had touched it with a live electric wire. When I calmed down she moved back up my body and pressed her sweating flesh against me and kissed me again. I tasted and smelled my own fluids all over her face. She even lifted a tit for me to suck on and I could taste the dry fluid on her tit. Just when I thought it was over Ms. Barns rolled me over onto my belly and pulled me to my knees. The she used both hands to spread my butt cheeks wide and she smelled my asshole. Then she stuck her tongue into my asshole. She was also using her hand to play with my pussy until I had another orgasm. Eventually we had to clean up and get dressed so that she could take me home. Only Maxine was already home when we arrived. I was forced to introduce my teacher to her. The look on Maxine's face told me that she knew what we had been doing, but she didn't object. All she said was, "Kathy's mother doesn't know that she is sexually active yet. You will have to be careful until I let her know. After she learns, you may be able to come here for sleepovers. I couldn't wait for Maxine to tell my mother. When she did tell her, my mother felt that it was all her fault for shacking up with a dyke. She was crying with remorse. I went to her and explained that it was not her fault. I had discovered my sexual preference on my own. It took some time before Mother grew to accept the fact that I was a lesbian, but when she did I was able to bring home my girlfriends and women friends. We were able to show affection for each other in front of her, but we had to restrict our love making to my bedroom. It took a long time before Mother allowed Maxine to bring me to their bed for a three-way sexual encounter. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.