Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 10:46:29 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Cieder Hills (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/F, f/fFF Warning: 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: 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. Cedar Hill By Jan My name is Felicia. I'm an average looking young teen. My family relocated from southern California when I was ten-years-old to the Cedar Hills area of Portland Oregon. I struggled with all of the rain. I came from an area of Orange County that averaged only 14-inches of rain a year. Now we lived in an area that gets that much in 2 or 3 months. Being a natural blonde I was able to keep my hair straightened, but living in an area where the humidity is always just short of raining all of the time my hairs natural curliness makes it impossible to keep my hair straightened. I was forced to adopt a hairstyle that was short enough to hide under a waterproof hat. By the time I entered middle school I had adapted to my surroundings and made friends with my neighbors and classmates. I was not the most popular girl or the shy wallflower. I can say I was an average student, with grades good enough to grant me entrance to most colleges. Sex was just starting to become a subject of interest to me and my girlfriends. We thought the boys were far too horny. If we allowed them to kiss us while at the movies was one thing, but they always were trying to feel our budding breasts or get their hands in our panties. It was a delicate balance to be popular enough to be invited to dances without getting the reputation as a tramp. The safest thing was to find a boy we could control and be his girlfriend. When he gets too demanding is when you break off seeing him, and look for another boy you're able to control. My world changed one rainy day. All of us girls gathered under the awning to wait for our mothers to pick us up from school. I didn't see my mother's car, and was getting nervous before I saw the car of one of our neighbors. It was the car of Mrs. Cathy Everet. She was a young newlywed with an infant living next door to us. I thought she was an attractive woman, and did enjoy talking to her. She had lowered the passenger door window and was calling out my name. As I ran to her car, I was worried because my mother normally picked me up from school. Cathy had leaned across the car to open the door for me, as I opened it and got in her car. I was holding my book pack in my lap as I closed the door and buckled up the seatbelt. As Cathy pulled away from the curb I asked, "Where is my mother?" Cathy said, "Your mother asked me to pick you up, because your grandmother fell and broke her hip. Your mother had to drive up to Vancouver to help your grandmother! She thinks she will be there for a week or two, to help her after she comes home from the hospital." My first thoughts were about my Granny. Cathy assured me that she would be fine, and not to worry. She explained that as we get older our bones get brittle. A fall is enough to break bones, but your Granny should recover quickly. To comfort me she placed her free hand on my exposed knee. The touch of her hand was warm compared to my skin, having been standing in the cold for several minutes. Her hand rested on my knee a little longer than necessary. I had a uncomfortable feeling from her touch. We didn't talk much after that because she had to concentrate on driving. It was raining hard enough that the windshield wipers hardly kept up with the downpour. As she pulled into her driveway she suggested that I think about running home and packing up some clothes to use while I stayed with her while my mother was gone. She took my book bag into her house while I ran next door to pack a bag with my makeup, pajamas, and what I thought would be enough clothes for a few days. When I returned to Cathy's house, she showed me the bedroom I would be using during my mother's absence. Cathy's husband was a long haul truck driver. He was on the road a lot of the time. I don't think I saw him around home more than a few days out of a month. Cathy was obviously a lonely woman, because she developed friendships with all of the local women. She had a warm and friendly nature. She spent a lot of time at our home talking to my mother. She prepared dinner for the two of us while I set about doing my homework. She even was good enough to check my work. She only made a couple of suggestions to improve my written assignments. She kept the house warm enough to require us to dress lightly. We talked about a variety of subjects. First was my concern for my grandmother. We discussed what we like on TV and our favorite movies. Sex became an all-consuming subject. We discussed what we observed about males. She reinforced my feelings about horny teenaged boys. Cathy told me about her growing up. There was a very familiar theme between her observations of males with my own. Cathy asked me if I had ever experimented with having sex with my girlfriends. I trusted her enough to admit having tried it with an older girl before my family moved north. She told me that she had also experimented sexually with her girlfriends growing up. It was not only fun, she felt more certain that her girlfriends would not go around telling anyone what they did. Cathy asked me if I had developed such friendships since we had moved to Oregon. I told her that I didn't have any girlfriends that I was close enough to even discuss sex with. Even thought I was hardly thought of as just a Californian surfer girl anymore, some still resented everybody moving to Oregon, because we competed for jobs and drove up the cost of living. While I was telling her about my feelings, Cathy wrapped her arm around my shoulders to comfort me. I felt her body heat, and felt comfortable in her arms. The longer we talked the more we had in common. At one point to demonstrate her agreement with something I said she leaned in close and kissed me on my lips. It was just a light peck, but the longer she kissed me the more erotic the kiss became. She even bit my lower lip. I felt compelled to return her kiss. The longer we kissed the more the temperature seemed to rise. Being a slender 13-year-old my breasts were nothing more than small mounds with small pinkish areolas and nipples, but when she placed her hand on one of my breasts it was like her hand was causing an electrical shock. I didn't have the nerve to try and remove her hand. That empowered her to grow bolder. Cathy ran her hand down my body to my waist and slipped her hand under my knit jersey jumper top. It felt like my skin was crawling as her hand moved back up my ribcage to grasp the same tit she had been feeling. She started using her finger tip to manipulate my nipple. I almost bit her tongue as a result of the shock of her actions. Pretty soon she was pulling my top over my head. I knew that I should resist, but what the hell I was horny too. Besides Cathy did have nice big tits. I placed my hand on her right tit and squeezed it. She kissed me all the harder and placed her hand on top of mine as if she was concerned that I would withdraw my hand. She was wearing a knit sweater with buttons down the middle of her cleavage. The buttons were unfastened except for the last two. It didn't require much effort on her part to unbutton the last two and pull both of her tits out of her bra, and exposed both of them for me to play with. I had always admired her breasts, and secretly speculated what they would look like. I wondered if she had small areolas or large ones, if her nipples were as large as they appeared showing through her clothes. I was not disappointed by her tits. Her areolas were every bit as large as a coaster and they were a dimpled mauve color. Her nipples were definitely worth sucking on. I did love the fragrance of her body lotion or perfume as I buried my nose between her tits. She stroked my hair for a moment before she cupped her left tit and fed her breast to me. I sucked on her tit until I left hickey marks all around her areolas. While I was busy with her tits, Cathy slipped a hand under my dress and up my leg all the way up to my panties. She managed to pull the legs aside and stuck her finger into my wet pussy. She diddled my clit for a moment. Her actions took my breath away, but she suddenly withdrew her hand and to my amazement smelled her finger before sticking her finger into her mouth very coyly. Then she stood up and led me to her guest bedroom. She pushed me over until I fell backwards across the bed. She reached under my dress and took hold of my panties on either side of my hips and started pulling my panties down. I had to raise my butt up a little by pressing my heels against the edge of the bed. I was still young enough to be proud of my little bush that I had grown over the past of couple of years. Even though I am a natural blonde my pubic bush is darker, it is a darker brown that almost looks black. She hovered over my body and kissed me while she reached under my back to unhook my bra. It was so exciting the way she was rubbing her large breasts all over my small breasts. She eventually moved her head down so that she could suck on my nipples. While she was switching back and forth between nipples, she ran her right hand down to my pussy and probed my cunt. She was surprised to find that my hymen was intact. She asked me if she could be the one to take my cherry, but I was a little reluctant to agree because, I thought that was the proof that I was a virgin. Cathy assured me that very few girls had their hymen by my age, because it was common for them to break from falling and such. I was not sure of the truth of her statement. She didn't press the subject, but she did move down my body to start licking my pussy. Every time her tongue touched my clit I thought I was going to pee. It was so stimulating that I couldn't even hold my ass still. I don't know how she could keep her mouth on my pussy, and why she didn't get her nose bruised on my pubic bone. I was panting and moaning loud enough to wake the dead. After sucking my pussy for a while she kept sucking me, while she pulled up her dress over her back. Then she turned her body around. I was surprised by the fact that she didn't have panties on at all. I swear that I could smell her pussy even before she swung her leg over my head and lowered her shaved pussy down to my face. At first I was reluctant to lick her pussy the way she was licking mine, but she started rubbing her wet pussy all over my face. My face was covered with her juice. I was sure my makeup was smeared all over my face. I gave up and started licking her pussy and swallowing her juice. My throat felt a little raw from swallowing so much cum juice. Eventually it was late enough that we agreed that we should go to bed. We simply took off all of our clothes and got under the covers of the guest bed. I had a hard time going to sleep because my nose was full of the smell of her pussy. Our bodies were intertwined. It was very comforting to feel her body heat. I think we woke up three more times and sucked pussy all over again. Cathy was my acting mother for the week and a half while mother was at Grandma's. We were naked as soon as she got me home from school. I think it was the third day that I allowed her to take my hymen with her finger. She licked up any trace of blood, before she fucked me with a strap-on dildo. I can honestly say that I was broken hearted when mother came home, and I had to move into my own bed. I tried to visit Cathy almost every day; if for nothing more than to kiss her. I couldn't help from being jealous when her husband was home. There was one time I ran over to her house to ask her to drive me to school because mother was too sick with the flu. Her husband had already gone to work. I asked her to take me to school, but she was still in her nightgown. She hoisted it up and insisted that I eat her pussy before she would get dressed to take me to school. I couldn't believe how wet she was. When she had an orgasm she told me that her husband had fucked her before getting out of bed. I had just ate both of their cum. Because of my preoccupation with Cathy I was neglecting my best friend from school. Until I started my relationship with Cathy my closest friend had been Ruth, a nice looking brunet that had befriended me as soon as I entered school. We often spent the night at each other's home, and sat up all night telling each other all of our secrets. Ruth confronted me at school because I had been ignoring her, and had not talked to her in weeks. I couldn't tell her about Cathy, but I promised to spend the night at her house. When we were in her bedroom she accused me of seeing some guy. I assured her that I was not seeing any guys. She kept pressing me to explain why I was ignoring her. I tried to tell her that she would not like to hear the truth. She kept pressing me, so I finally said, "I have become a lesbian!" That stopped her from speaking for a moment. Then she asked, "How do you know?" "I have been having sex with the a married woman for the past few months! I love it!" Tears welled up in Ruth's eyes, "I fell in love with you the moment the teacher introduced you, the first day you entered our class, but I have never done anything like that before." I told her, "I can teach you how to make love to a girl!" We started hugging and kissing while we cried like babies. We started pawing at each other's breasts while we kissed, and started undressing each other. She may not have ever had sex with another girl, but she sure learned quickly. We finger fucked each other several times before we started eating pussy. Ruth was a happy girl by morning. We showered together in the morning while her mother was making breakfast for us. I felt sheepish because I suspected her mother knew what we had been doing most of the night. Nothing was ever said though. My mother was no fool, and eventually she became suspicious of my relationship with Cathy. Anyone could tell by the way I worshipped her that I was in love with her. Even I was worried that people would figure out that that we were having sex with each other. Mother stopped me one afternoon when I announced that I was going over to Cathy's house. She asked me, "Are you and Cathy doing anything I should know about?" I tried to play innocent about what she was asking. She didn't press the point. So I ran next door on the pretense of helping her with cooking a special dinner for her husband's return home from a week on the road. Of course we were sucking pussy and even tongue fucking each other's assholes before I had to make my departure and returned home. We had made love so many times I forgot to wash up before going home. BIG MISTAKE! When I entered the house, Mother confronted me. She hugged and kissed me. Her reaction was to hold me at arm's length, "Your body stinks of Cathy's perfume and your face smells of her pussy! Don't tell me you haven't been sucking her pussy! Because you are a minor I could have her jailed for contributing the corruption of a minor!" I broke down crying, and started sobbing, "She didn't corrupt me! I love Cathy!" "She is guilty in the eyes of the law regardless of who seduced whom, and would be sent to jail for many years!" "MOTHER YOU CAN'T DO THAT, I LOVE CATHY!" "Honey, don't you realize that she is just using you as a sexual toy in the absence of her husband. If he is fucking women on the road he could bring home sexually transmittable diseases, and give them to Cathy, and then she could give them to you!" That gave me pause to think, I remembered the morning I ate her pussy and got a mouth full of his cum. She sent me to bed with a glimmer of hope, by saying that she would think about it before she did anything. I couldn't challenge her any farther. I gave up and went upstairs to get ready for bed. I struggled with sleep that never came, because I was thinking about the meaning of my mother's words. What decision would Mother come to, would she forgive Cathy and me or would she inform the law? In my childish mind I was thinking of running away from home if she turned Cathy in! At the time I had no way of knowing that as soon as she sent me upstairs to bed she went next door. When Cathy admitted Mother into her home, Mother confronted her about her having sex with me. Cathy was without any means to defend herself. She was trapped and knew that there was nothing she could say that would save her ass. Whatever Mother said to Cathy left her powerless to defend herself from Mother's wrath! Cathy just sat there very contrite as Mother threatened her. At some point my mother offered an olive branch, "Since you made my daughter eat your pussy, it's only fair that you eat my pussy!" Cathy felt powerless to do anything, and resigned herself to do whatever Mother demanded. Sucking my Mother's pussy would be a pleasure. I knew nothing about these proceedings at the time. It was a few days later that Mother picked me up after school as usual. Nothing was said beyond how school went as we headed home. I was still feeling depressed because I had not seen Cathy or had sex with my girlfriend, Ruth, for too long. Upon entering the house I dropped my book bag off at the family office on my way upstairs to change clothes before coming back down to do my homework. Mother followed me up the stairs. I didn't think anything about her following me because I knew it was laundry day. I assumed she was gathering up the sheets to wash. When I opened my bedroom door I was greeted by the sight of Cathy lying on my bed totally naked. The bedding was on the floor. There was just the fitted sheet and my pillows on the bed. Cathy motioned for me to approach the bed with her finger very sexually. I looked at my mother in puzzlement, and she simply smiled at me as she placed her hand on my butt to push me towards the bed. As I stumbled towards the side of the bed, Mother began helping me out of my clothes. It only took a few moments before I was as naked as the day I was born. I put my knees on the bed and mounted the bed next to Cathy. She took me in her arms and pulled me tightly against her warm body. I was totally confused about what was going on. I whispered in Cathy's ear, "What is going on?" She said softly, "Your mother and I have come to an understanding. I assured her that the only time my husband is allowed to fuck me is after he has had a medical checkup. Any other time I insist he use a condom. I do want children but sure as hell don't want him to infect me!" Mother sat on the foot of my bed to watch what Cathy and I were doing. Cathy was giving me wet kisses while she felt me up. I surrendered to the moment and returned her kisses. Mother asked me if I had a girlfriend that I was also having sex with, so I told her about Ruth. She asked me if she would be interested in a little party. I was sure Ruth would enjoy sex with us. Mom handed me her cell phone and told me to call her and tell her that she would pick her up. When Ruth answered the phone I asked her if she would like to visit me. When Ruth agreed I told her that my mother would pick her up in about fifteen minutes. Mother left us alone to pick up Ruth. While she was gone Cathy and I made up for lost time. We couldn't get enough of each other's tits and pussies. When mother returned with Ruth in tow, Cathy and I were in a hot 69 position sucking each other's pussy for the second time. Ruth stood there in the bedroom door stunned by the sight of me eating the pussy of my adult neighbor. She started to turn around as if she wanted to leave, but Mother was standing behind her. Mom took her in her arms and turned her around to make her watch the action, as she placed her hands on Ruth's breasts and squeezed them. Ruth surrendered to my mother. Mom quickly stripped Ruth of all of her clothes and sat her on the bed next to me. Ruth sat there watching while mother removed all of her clothes. The bed was crowded with four people on it, even if two of us were small young teenagers. Mother made love to Ruth while Cathy was making love to me. Later I learned about how Cathy had seduced Mother. Ruth became Mother's lover while I continued being Cathy's lover. Ruth and I also enjoyed sucking each other's pussy too. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.