Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 12:23:21 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Elizabeth (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, f/F Warning: Adult Youth, oral anal, f/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: 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 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Elizabeth By Jan I was very disappointed with my parents because of their hypocrisy. My father was a womanizer without shame, and my mother accepted his behavior by acting as if it were not going on. It was as if she feared being a divorced woman more than putting up with his behavior. I hated him, and made no bones about it, and I was disgusted with my mother's weakness. I hated even coming home from middle school. Eventually Father made one of his young conquests pregnant. There was a messy divorce, so that he could start a new family. Even with the alimony he provided mother, she was obliged to seek employment. When my girlfriends became boy crazy, and talked about nothing but boys they liked, and how to make themselves attractive to the boys, I started avoiding talking to them. I witnessed guys that were dating one girl cheating on them with other girls. There was no one I could discuss my feelings with. I didn't understand human sexuality. I wanted to find out why men were such bastards, and why women felt that it was necessary to attract them only to put up with their cheating. Since I didn't have any relatives close by that I could discuss my feeling with, or trusted teachers, I turned to reading. The school library or the public library didn't have any books that satisfied my curiosity about why men cheated and women accepted it. I knew of a bookstore in the city that was known for its explicit sexual material, so I decided to visit that store. I was 14-years-old at the time and as tall as most women, but was sure that I needed to look older to avoid being prevented from browsing in the adult section. Before catching the bus into town I selected attire that was more adult than the normal attire of a young teenager, and put on makeup like an adult woman. Just the same I was very nervous when I entered the store. When I entered I made my way to the back of the store where the sleazy adult section was more or less hidden in the back of the store. I was a little embarrassed about sneaking into the narrow aisles to select books with titles that attracted me to read them without actually buying them. I discovered that the book shelves were arranged by subject matter. I had no interest in the bondage or sadomasochism sections. The male gay section didn't interest me either, but when I came to the lesbian section I started reading the titles. I reasoned that if I didn't like the way men behaved that I might find happiness with other women that shared my revulsion with the behavior of men. There were very few patrons in the store at 4 o'clock. I avoided eye contact with anyone in the area just the same. I selected a book with a title that professed how a young teenager found happiness in the arms of an older woman. I quickly read through the pages and was fully absorbed in the story. I didn't even notice the presence of the other woman nearby. As the women selected a book only to return it to the shelves, she moved closer towards me. I was alerted by the clicking of high heels on the wooden floor, and noticed her movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked at her without turning my head. She was about the same height as me, but was obviously a mature woman that I would have guessed was anywhere between 35 and 45 years old. She was dressed like a business woman. By that I mean she had on a dark gray suit. The skirt was mid-thigh. The suit coat was set off by a teal blouse with a white transparent scarf around her neck. Her brunette hair was straight and hung well down her back, and each side of her head was circled by hair. I noticed the fragrance of her perfume as she slowly moved in my direction. I held my breath as she moved behind me. I expected her to move on behind me to the shelves on the other side of me, but she stopped right behind me as if she was reading my book over my shoulder. Then I felt her hand rest on my butt. I almost pissed my panties. I froze in my tracks. I didn't know what to do. The woman had her head so close to my head that I could feel her breath on my neck. She whispered in my ear, "I do love sweet attractive young girls like you!" With that, I felt her slip her other hand around my waist and follow my ribcage up to my 36-C breasts. She took hold of my right tit with her right hand, and squeezed. It took all of my effort to breathe. I felt her left hand pulling up the back of my skirt, and the feel of her hand on the back of my panties as she squeezed my ass. I was starting to sweat, but suddenly another person entered the aisle we were in. The woman was standing behind me, blocking the view of what she was doing to me. She simply allowed my skirt to fall, and she moved her right hand to my hip until the man passed by and turned the corner. Then she lifted my skirt again, and stuffed her hand down the back of my panties. I felt her slip her finger between the cheeks of my butt, until she found my tight little sphincter. I could hardly stand still while she played with my asshole. Just when I thought my knees would buckle, she pulled her hand out of my panties, and lifted her hand up to her nose and smelled her fingers. My cheeks were tingling. I knew I was blushing like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. The woman used her right hand to pull the front of my skirt up and stuffed her hand down the front of my panties. This time her fingers found my clit just beneath the brown cushion of pubic hair covering my vulva. She masturbated me, forcing me to breathe hard. When I came I felt wetness between my legs. She withdrew her hand and smelled her fingers. Then she held her fingers under my nose, allowing me to smell my own juice, before sticking her fingers into my mouth. I tasted my own juice. She whispered in my ear, "Follow me!" It was a simple statement, more of a command. She headed towards the exit without looking back. I followed her without question. She led me to the parking lot around the corner. There was only one car in the lot, a late model Mercedes Coupe. She used her remote to open the doors, and held the door for me to enter. As soon as she closed the door she circled the car, and got behind the wheel. As soon as she was buckled in, she started the car. As she was driving me wherever she was going she said, "Honey, my name is Martha! What is your name, sweetie?" "Elisabeth." I managed to say. "Have you ever had a date with an older woman before?" she asked. "No." I said. I saw her smile widen, "I do love being the first! I couldn't resist approaching you when I saw you enter the store, and worked your way to the lesbian section." I didn't even question where she was taking me. She drove us to a residential area of the city, and pulled into the driveway of a ranch style house with a double garage in front. She used a remote to open the garage door and drove in. The door closed behind us, as we got out of the car. We entered the house through a side door. It was a warm spacious home that smelled like a delicious soup cooking. It was an open floor plan that allowed me to see the open kitchen, dining area and family room. She led me to the family area and had me sit on a sectional couch. She asked, "Would you like something to drink?" I said, "Anything." She went to the fridge and took out a bottle and an ice tray. She used her hip to close the door as she moved to a counter.. She got a couple of glasses from the cabinet and deposited a couple of ice cubes in them. She returned the ice tray to the fridge and she removed another bottle. She poured equal parts from the bottles before returning them to the fridge. She rejoined me in the family area, and handed me a glass. One sip sent a stinging aroma of strong alcohol up my nose. That first sip was strong enough to burn my throat. As she sat down next to me, by tucking one leg under her right leg in such a way that she could turn her body slightly to her left to face me. "If you don't mind telling me, how old are you, Elisabeth?" It never occurred to me to lie. "I'm fourteen." Martha beamed, "I can't tell you how much it thrills me to have your company! There is nothing like being the first love of a young girl! I want to teach you all of the ways girls can please each other!" The second sip of the drink went down easier, and my cheeks felt tingly. I didn't say anything, as she placed her finger tips on my arm. It felt like ants crawling up and down my arm. She virtually swallowed all of the liquid in her glass, and sat the empty glass on the coffee table in front of us. When she turned back to me, she placed her fingers on my cheek and turned my head towards her, as she kissed me on the mouth. Her hand slipped down my neck and across my collarbone as her hand slipped into the bodice of my dress. She found the underside of my tit and she pulled my tit out of my dress. She bent down and took my nipple into her mouth, while she fished out the other tit. The tight fitting bodice and bra forced my tits together and upwards. She went from one nipple to the other, driving me to distraction with her mouth and tongue. My panties were wet, and my nose was filled with the smell of her perfume. Her hair was right under my nose, and I could smell the fragrance of a strawberry shampoo in her hair. I still had the glass in my left hand, but I had no idea what to do with my right hand. It was just resting on her back, while she was sucking on my nipples. I don't know why, but I lifted my left hand to my mouth and swallowed all of the liquid in the glass. I was not able to lean forward to place the glass on the table, so I simply sat it on the cushion to my left. That freed up my left hand to stroke her head. She eventually sat up and kissed me on the lips before she stood up in front of me, and removed her jacket. She folded the coat and placed it on a nearby chair. Next she removed the scarf, before she turned her skirt around, so that she could unfasten and pull down the zipper. It was still a tight fit to pull the skirt down over her hips. She stepped out of it, and folded it just as carefully as she had the jacket, and placed it on top of the coat. She unbuttoned the teal blouse and draped it over the skirt. That left her standing there in a mauve colored matching lace bra and hip hugger panties. She had on dark self-supporting nylons, and three inch heels. I was mesmerized by the sight of such a beautiful and confident woman. I wondered what she was going to do next. It was torture waiting to see what she was going to take off next. She turned her back to me and asked, "Elizabeth, would you be a dear, and unhook my bra for me?" My hands were trembling as I reached up and unhooked the bra. She pulled the shoulder straps off both shoulders, and placed her crossed hands on each cup as she turned to face me. "Do you want to see my tits, Baby?" I sat there stunned, and nodded my head. "Ask me, nicely!" "Please, Martha let me see your breasts!" She smiled, leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. As she stood up, she lowered her hands allowing the bra to fall away exposing her marvelous breasts. They were definitely not enhanced with implants, because they sagged naturally. Her flesh was an even creamy flesh tone, without a flaw. Her areolas were the size of the bottom of the old fashion glass she had been drinking from, and her nipples were the size of an average grape, and they were a dark smoky brown color. I wanted to feel them, but was afraid to be that bold. Martha stood right between my legs and lifted her left tit, as she leaned forward and placed the nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it while feeling the right one. She let me do that for a short time, but she pulled away, so that she could sit back down on the couch. She turned my body around so that I could rest my head on her lap. Then she hand fed me her left nipple. I lay there sucking on her nipple like a baby. While I lay there with my eyes closed, sucking her tit, Martha reached down and worked my skirt up, so that she could rub my pussy through my panties. In a short time the material was slimy wet. She eventually slipped her hand down the waistband of my panties to play with my pussy. I was making animal noises, because she was stimulating my clitoris so much. With my head resting in her lap, I could tell she was getting excited, because I could smell the aroma of her pussy. I could only stand that for so long. Luckily Martha wanted to get me out of my clothes, as much as I wanted out of them. She stood me up, and stood behind me as she unzipped the back of my dress. She was careful to handle the dress in a protective manner. She placed it on top of her clothes. All I had on was a bra, pantyhose, panties, and my own high heels. As a 14-year-old my 36-B sized breasts really didn't need a bra, but I had worn one to enhance the size of my breasts to give the impression that I was older. I can describe my breasts as being pear shaped. The areolas are pink little bulbs with inverted nipples on top of my round breasts. While I was embarrassed by the youthful shape of my breasts, Martha was over joyed with my tits. She swooped down on them like a leopard devours a baby antelope. I felt like a baby in her strong arms. She picked me up bodily while her mouth was clinging to my right breast. She carried me to her bedroom. When she sat me on her bed, she pulled my panties off of me, and started rolling the pantyhose down. She had to stop long enough to remove my pumps before she could pull the hose free of my feet. The next thing she did was to spread my legs. So that she could study my pussy. When she spread my labia minor with her fingers she was thrilled to find that I was a virgin. I had been masturbating for several years, but I had never tried to stick anything into my pussy. Martha kneeled on the floor and proceeded to lick my pussy, suck on my clit, and even stick her tongue as deep as my hymen would allow. She even licked my asshole. I couldn't believe she would do that, but it was thrilling to feel her tongue lapping at my puckered asshole. She worked on my pussy until I let out a wild cry as I had the strongest orgasm of my life to date. She lied on top of me and smothered me with wet kisses. I could smell the aroma of my own pussy all over her face. It was thrilling to feel her warmth against my body. If I had any doubts about sucking pussy, she had dispelled any objection I could have thought of. I turned towards her and started kissing her face, while feeling her breasts. I worked my way down her neck to her breasts. I did my best to suck all of her areolas into my mouth, as if I could have sucked her tits completely into my mouth. I don't know what inspired me to straddle her left leg and started rubbing my pussy against her thigh, and my left thigh against her cunt. It elicited moans of joy from her. There was no way I was not going to eat her pussy. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, so that I could kneel on the floor between her legs, and have full access to her pussy. I buried my nose in the warmth of her moist cunt. I felt her juices being sucked up my nose, while I was drilling my tongue into the depth of her cunt. I even stuck my nose into her cunt. In doing so my mouth was right in line with her asshole. I couldn't resist finding out what her asshole tasted like. We made love to each other until we were exhausted. There came a time when I knew I had to get dressed and go home. I hated to do it, but I had to. We both got dressed and Martha drove me home. We exchanged phone numbers and kissed each other before I got out of her car. I completely forgot that my body and clothes smelled of her perfume and her pussy juice. At least her perfume overpowered the cum smell. Mother even commented, "Why do you smell of a woman's perfume?" I quickly said, "I was visiting a girlfriend from school, and her mother agreed to bring me home. She was wearing a very pungent perfume. Even her car reeks of her perfume!" That seemed to placate her, and I quickly retreated to my bedroom to quickly get undressed, so that I could bathe. When my nose was clean of the smell of her perfume I checked out my clothes to be sure that the material didn't also have the fragrance of our pussy juice on them, before putting them in the clothes hamper. When I got my nightgown on and into bed I used my cellphone to call Martha. I was under the covers while I told Martha how much I loved her. We talked for a couple of hours about how much we had enjoyed eating each other's pussy. I started visiting her so much that Mother eventually confronted me about what I was doing. She thought I was sleeping with some boy. It was a shock to her when I assured her that I was not fucking any male. I told her I have no use for any male. I wasn't ready to tell her that I was seeing a woman, so I told her that I was visiting the home of a classmate and her mother. That only placated her curiosity for a short time. She persisted in asking to meet my young friend and her mother. I had to tell Martha about my mother wanting to meet my imaginary classmate and her mother. Martha was amused to think that I had told my mother about an imaginary classmate and her mother. She suggested that I arrange for her to meet my mother, and tell her that my young friend was visiting relatives. The evening that I brought Martha to meet my mother, I introduced them to each other. Mother hugged and placed her cheek against Martha's cheek with one of those phantom kisses women do. She said, "I have been smelling your lovely perfume for months now, and wondering what the woman that was making love to my daughter looked like!" I was stunned to hear my mother accuse Martha of having sex with me. Martha was also unnerved by the statement. Mother said, "I have known for months that Elizabeth was having sex with an adult woman, because when I would come home her clothes and body reeked with the fragrance of L' Air Du Temps by Nina Ricci. Even her panties smelled of the fragrance. That was definitely not the perfume of teenage girls. There was no way the fragrance would be that strong without bodily contact. Martha and I were frightened that my mother was going to see to it that she was arrested for the corruption of a minor, but Mother relieved our fears by assuring us that she understood my hated of my father and all men. It was natural that I would fall in love with a woman. Mother pointed out that our age difference would someday be a problem. Martha assured Mother that she loved me like a daughter more than anything else, and she promised Mother that she would do everything in her power to make me happy. Mother hugged her and this time kissed her lips, as they cried while clinging to each other. Martha and I sat next to each other at the dinner table while we ate. We held hands most of the time. We discussed how we were going to handle our relationship. Mother and Martha became great friends. Martha was even allowed to sleep in my bedroom with me. We even went on vacations together. Martha took me to parties where I was introduced to other women and girls that were lesbians. She encouraged me to see girls my own age. It was her intention that I would learn to love someone closer to my age, with hopes that we would become lifelong lovers, but I was always in love with Martha until her dying day! When I did meet a girl my age at college the two of us never excluded Martha from our bed. 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