Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 18:10:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Fantasy Apartments 2 (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, g/FFF...) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a mother and daughter and women in neighboring apartments. 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. Fantasy Apartments 2 By Jan After mother found out that I was visiting the lesbian apartments behind our home she not only took me to bed, she wanted to meet the women I was partying with. I remember it like it was yesterday. We climbed over the cinder block wall just like I had been doing for more than a year. Wendy and Kathy were outdoors puttering in their little flowerbeds. They were stunned to see my mother climbing over the wall. They had known I had hidden my lesbian appetites from my mother for more than a year. When mother climbed down off of the boxes I used as steps, I took her by the hand and introduced her to Wendy and Kathy. I was getting furtive looks from both of them, because they didn't know how they should behave in front of my mother. Mother was head and shoulders taller than the two charming little old ladies. When she reached out to take Kathy's hand to shake it she pulled Kathy close and hugged her chubby little body. "Sandra has been telling me all about your kindness." Kathy stood there dumbfounded as mother kissed her on the cheek. She reached out and pulled Wendy into her arms too. She hugged the two of them like family, and when she leaned over to kiss Wendy, Wendy was looking up at mother so she was kissed right on the mouth. Wendy quickly invited us into their apartment for tea. I watched mother's reaction when we entered their apartment. She took in just how charming it was appointed. The furniture was scaled down to fit the diminutive stature of the two of them. The two recliners that were obviously their favorite chairs were arranged so that they could chat with guests and watch their television. The furniture arms and backs had homemade crocheted doilies, obviously made by them. The house was clean and airy. While Wendy performed the hostess duties, Kathy set about heating the kettle of water in the kitchen. She set a tray with everything for tea for four and brought it into the living room and set it on the tea table conveniently located between their chairs and the sofa. As soon as the kettle started whistling Kathy rushed to retrieve her kettle. I always found it charming that these two sweet little ladies insisted on serving tea like a formal ceremony. They even had scones for us to eat as we sipped our tea. Of course the conversation soon turned to sex. Wendy asked my mother, "I take it that Sandra has discussed with you about the character of The Fantasy Apartments?" Mother smiled at the sweet way that Wendy was inquiring if she knew if the apartments were occupied by lesbians. "I suspected that Sandra and her friend Lilly were experimenting with sex for almost a year, but it was not until recently when she came home smelling of stale cigarette smoke, and I confronted her about smoking. She denied smoking but when I approached her, I smelled drying pussy juice all over her face. I knew right away that she had been eating someone's pussy, and I knew that Lilly and her mother had moved away more than a month ago, so it was obvious that she had just had sex with another female that smoked. Wendy and Kathy knew without being told who that woman was, because there was only one woman living in one of the six apartments that was a heavy smoker. They were fully aware that I visited almost every apartment for fun and pleasure. About the only apartment I had not visited was the one next door to the one Lilly and her mother had occupied. That one was occupied by the two women that were basically newlyweds. They were so engrossed with each other that they hardly even talked to their neighbors. Kathy sat up straight, "I assume by your actions that you are no stranger to the pleasures of female relationships. Would you care to tell us about yourself, because I would like to know as much as you care to discuss." Mom also sat up straight, "As a young teenager I indulged in some horse play with my girlfriends when we had sleepovers or pajamas parties, but it was not until I was fifteen that I had my first sexual encounter with an older woman. My father's young buddy was married to an infamous redhead, named Kiki. The rumor was that only her first child was his, because the next three didn't look anything like him." "One afternoon I was at the local mall, watching some of the girls from the high school dance class performing Hawaiian dances. Then I felt someone brush against me, it was Kiki. She struck up a conversation with me. When the performance came to an end, she invited me to ride home with her. I accepted for some reason." "When we got to her house she made us a pitcher of Martinis. She told me that her children were visiting their grandparents. I was a little tipsy by the time I finished my third cocktail. She sat next to me and started feeling me up. Before long I was naked and she was too. The next thing I knew she was eating my pussy. It wasn't long before I was looking up at her red bush coming down on my face. I have to admit visiting her several times after that. I had several affairs before and after I married Sandra's father." After that revelation Kathy and Wendy started telling my mother about the occupants of the six apartments. I had never even questioned how the apartments had become a little lesbian community or who owned the complex. Wendy told us that a middle-aged business woman had bought the property with the idea of renting it to lesbians. She was first and foremost a business woman. She was not about to endanger her income by allowing anyone to live rent free for sexual gratification. I had never even seen her before. I had seen the new woman occupying the apartment Rose and Lilly had vacated, but had such strong feelings about Rose and Lilly that I couldn't bring myself to talk to her. Wendy and Kathy started telling Mom all about the other tenants. They started with the first apartment on the left as you entered the Fantasy Apartments. That was the one occupied by the factory worker that looked more like a man than a woman. The minute they had heard about me smelling of stale cigarette smoke they knew it was her. They told Mom about the way she dressed, without mentioning that she smoked Camel cigarettes constantly. They went on about how she liked skinny women that dressed feminine, and were subservient to her. They suspected that she was possibly a little too physical with her girlfriends. They went on to discuss the next apartment in line, (they were working around the apartments clockwise.) That one had been a mystery for a long time. The only way I had even been aware that someone lived there was occasionally I witnessed the drapes move as I passed. Eventually I did get to meet her. Wendy and Kathy told Mom that her name was Ursula Hanson, and she was a public librarian. She was a terribly shy woman. She didn't drive, so she had to use the public transportation to get around. She had been raped a couple of times, as a result she hardly socialized with anyone. Her only friends were a couple of fellow librarians. One was a gay fellow that she had complete trust in, and the other was another skinny lesbian that she had sex with whenever her sexual desire outweighed her shyness. They told Mom that they of course had been secretaries for a public utility until they had retired. They had recognized their sexual attraction within a few months of their employment. They had been pretty wild in their younger days. They had partied together. They had each had several girlfriends, but as time passed they became comfortable with each other. They became roommates and partners, and had lived together for the past 25-years. The apartment just across from theirs was occupied by a nurse that worked at the local Methodist Hospital. She worked shifts that changed every week. As a result she didn't have a lot of friends outside work. Her days off were Sundays and Mondays. That made it difficult to party. Most young working women stayed home on Sunday nights to rest up for work on Monday. She always attracted fellow nurses that worked with her to party with. Not that it was difficult for her to find other nurses willing to party with her. The next apartment was the one occupied by the two blondes that looked and dressed alike. They were polite to all of the neighbors, but kept pretty much to themselves. The last apartment closest to the street was newly occupied by a single woman that seemed be very popular because she frequently brought home different women to spend the night. You just have to love little old retired ladies to find out the dope on the neighbors. Mother excused herself, because the tea had filled her bladder. Kathy escorted Mom to the bathroom as if it were necessary to show where it was. She even closed the door behind them after entering. They were in there for a lot more time than necessary. Wendy moved over to the couch and put her arm around me. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what was going on in the bathroom. Wendy started kissing me, and feeling me up. My panties were off and I had cum before mother and Kathy rejoined us. Kathy suggested that we take the party into their bedroom. It was obvious that Kathy and Wendy shared the bedroom. The four of us gathered on the bed and helped each other undress. Mom had already enjoyed the charms of Kathy, so she was more interested in checking out the charms of Wendy. By the time we had shed our clothes, the three of them concentrated all of their efforts on me. At one point I had Mother's and Wendy's mouths attached to both of my tits and Kathy's mouth glued to my pussy. I was fingerfucking Mother and Wendy. It was all too glorious. Eventually we had to call it a night, and get dressed to go home. After Mother and I climbed back over the wall, Mother said, "I 'm sure that those two little old ladies smelling of lavender were not the woman you came home smelling of stale cigarette smoke and cum! Which woman was it?" I blushed, "Her name is Bernice but she prefers to be called Bernie. She is a factory worker that looks more like a man than a woman. I'm not sure you would appreciate her." Mother said, "I would like to meet her anyway." We had to wait a couple of days though before I could arrange a date. We had to wait until Father informed Mother that he was going to have to go to the state capital for a week on business. As soon as we knew what day he was leaving, I used my cell phone to call Bernie and ask her for a date. I just didn't tell her I was bringing my mother. I convinced Mother to simply drive round the block, rather than climb over the fence. We parked on the street in front of the Fantasy Apartments. Bernie was shocked to open her front door and find me standing there with my mother. As usual the apartment was a mess and smelled of stale cigarette smoke. Mother was sizing up Bernie. Bernie said, "I wasn't expecting you to bring a guest along." Mother spoke up, "I wanted to meet the woman that sent my daughter home smelling of cigarettes and sex! That was the first I knew that my daughter was a full-fledged pussy eater, so I have to thank you for bringing me and my daughter together!" Bernie relaxed a little, I suspect that she had thought she was going to be confronted by an angry mother, but Mother had expressed her gratitude. She asked, "Would you like something to drink?" Mom replied, "Thank you...what did you have in mind?" Bernie said, "Would you like a beer or, say, coffee?" Mom knew enough about Bernie to know she would be a beer drinker, "I could use a beer." Bernie beamed, "Do you mind if Sandra has one with us?" Mom gave me a look before smiling, "Why the hell not?" Bernie said, "Make yourself at home, and I will be right back." She headed for the kitchenette and took three beers out of her fridge. She asked, "Glass or can?" Mom said, "A can is fine." Bernie came back, and handed Mom one can, and me another. She sat down in her chair and pulled the tab of her can. I took my cue from mother, and pulled my tab up. I really didn't like the taste of my first beer. It took me awhile to get used to the carbonated flavor of the beer. Bernie and Mom drank two beers before I finished my first one. Bernie couldn't drink beer without smoking and must have smoked two cigarettes with every beer. I was beginning to wonder if she had anything in her fridge besides beer. Mom even asked for a cigarette. I had never seen her smoke before. While they were drinking they were talking about the kind of women they liked. Bernie talked like a profane truck driver, "I can't stand prissy delicate bitches. I don't normally come onto teenagers, but I knew Sandra had visited almost every apartment here. I had talked to Wendy and Kathy, and they had told me what a sweet piece of ass Sandra was." Mom didn't take offence to her description of me at all. In fact she took that opportunity to place her hand in my lap, and started stroking my inner thigh. Bernie didn't miss what Mom was doing. Bernie was still dressed in her work clothes, consisting of steel toed work boots, blue jeans and a flannel long sleeved shirt. Her hair was still cut and combed like a man's. Like I had observed before, if it were not for the obvious, large pendulous breasts she could pass for a man. She was obviously getting a little drunk. She excused herself and headed for her bedroom. When she reappeared she was totally naked, sporting a strap-on dildo at least eight or nine inches long. The damned thing looked as real as any picture of cocks I had ever seen. In her nude state she looked to be between 160 and 170 pounds. When she placed her hands under her flabby breasts they sagged over her hands obscuring her hands from view. She approached us with the swagger of a sailor. Mom was cool about the whole thing. She stood up to meet Bernie. She wrapped her hand around the dildo, and kissed Bernie, "Is this thing for me?" Bernie returned the kiss and started removing Mother's clothes, while she started feeling Mother's breasts. I sat there watching them, while I casually pulled up my skirt and stated stroking my panties until they were sopping wet. When Bernie and Mom had taken all of her clothes off, Bernie turned Mother to face me and placed her hand on the back of her head, as she forced mother to bend over and forced her head between my legs. Mother pulled my panties aside, and started sucking my pussy. I sat there with my legs spread as wide as I could, while watching Bernie spread some sort of lubricant all over her dildo. She used her greasy hands to lubricate Mother's pussy. GAWD what a sight, Bernie guided that tool towards my mother's backside. I assume she was sticking it in Mother's pussy. She clung to Mother's hips while she started fucking her slowly. It took some time, but Mother started squirming around, and when she needed to breathe she lifted her head and started howling, "GAWD DAMN...I CUMMING...FUCK ME FASTER!" Bernie started fucking her faster. She was in a full sweat in no time. She was also standing there with her mouth open breathing hard. Mom's head was being shoved against my pussy. I was also getting close to cumming, and started slapping Mother's ears with my thighs. I was also talking without being fully aware of what I was saying. Mother later told me that I was cussing like a sailor. When we cooled off we made our way to Bernie's bedroom. Mother and I took turns sitting on Bernie's face. It was a warm humid night, but it was not the heat that had us sweating like pigs. In the morning we got dressed and we said our goodbyes to Bernie, before we headed for our car. When we got home we bathed together in Mom's tub. We took a nap together that lasted until afternoon. I waited until almost dusk before crawling back over the wall, and knocking on the door of the nurse. When she opened the door her scrubs were in a certain amount of disarray. When I peeked over her shoulder, I saw an attractive blonde girl dressed in the pink and white striped uniform of a 'Candy Stripe Volunteer.' Her white cross trainer shoes were sitting on the coffee table, and her white nylon covered feet were crossed. Her skirt was hiked up her thighs to a point just short of allowing me to see her crotch. Her blonde hair was messed up a little, and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth. There was no doubt that the nurse had been doing. I identified myself to the nurse. She smiled at me and said, "I know who you are. I have seen you coming and going from the very first time I moved into this apartment. My name is Maria. What can I do for you?" "I don't mean to interrupt anything, but I had hoped that you would be interested in partying with me and my mother." The nurse stood there a little stunned. Then the Candy Stripper called out, "Why don't you let the girl in. Whatever she's selling I want some!" Maria stepped back and motioned for me to enter. She introduced the Candy Stripper to me as Darla. Darla held out her hand to shake my hand. As she leaned forward I noticed that the top of her uniform had a couple of buttons unfastened, and one of her breasts was almost hanging out of her bra. I would guess her age at about eighteen. There was no doubt what Maria saw in her. Maria asked, "Now tell me about your mother?" "As you know my classmate Lilly and her mother introduced me to sex a little over a year ago. After they moved away I was lost for awhile until I started visiting the other apartments, as you know. Eventually my mother found out what I was doing, and rather than getting upset she let me know that she liked to swing too. We have visited Wendy, Kathy and Bernie." Maria turned up her nose, "You actually partied with the dyke?" "I may not care for all of the smoking, but she sure knows how to please a girl!" Darla said, "Maria is no slouch either!" I said, "Judging by appearances, I interrupted what looks like was going to be a pleasant evening." They both chuckled. Maria said, "As a matter of fact you did knock just as I was about to show Darla why she should give up all other bitches. I was trying to convince her to move in with me." I asked, "Wouldn't her mother object to her moving in with you?" Darla chimed in, "my mother has known about me sucking pussy from the time she caught me sucking the pussy of a playmate when I was twelve. I think she would appreciate me having a mature woman to look after me." I turned to Maria, "Would you like me to call my mother?" Maria said, "By all means invite her to join us." I pulled out my cell-phone and went right to speed dial and pressed send, "Hello Mom...why don't you come over and join me at apartment 4?" There was a pause, "Okay, we will be looking for you in a few minutes." Maria retired to the kitchenette to make drinks for us. She brought Darla and me glasses that turned out to be whisky and 7-UP over rocks. She brought back another one for herself. I was sitting next to Darla, admiring her good looks. They were telling me about how Maria had picked up on the vibes Darla was emitting and recognized that she was in fact a lesbian. She invited her to dinner and before the meal was finished she had stroked Darla's inner thigh. Darla added, "I spread my legs and allowed her to feel my wet panties. We headed straight to this apartment after dinner. That was the first time I ever had sex with an older woman, and I loved it!" By the time the narration came to an end there was a knock at the door. Maria opened the door and held out a hand to welcome my mother to her apartment. Mother entered and quickly scanned the surroundings. When she saw Darla sitting there in her charming Candy Striper uniform she beamed with pleasure. Maria excused herself after asking Mother if she would like a drink, and returned to the kitchenette to make the drink. Darla invited Mother to sit down on the couch on her other side. Mother shook her hand before sitting down, and from her vantage point I could tell that Mother was looking down the top of Darla's uniform. She was obviously enjoying the view of her cleavage as much as I had. When Maria returned and handed Mother her drink, she took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. She pulled me to her favorite chair and as she sat down she pulled me down onto her lap. I was watching Mother kissing Darla. Mom was feeling her breast while she kissed her. Before long she was stuffing her hand into Darla's blouse, and feeling the soft skin of her breasts. Darla was returning the kisses very passionately, and was also feeling Mother's tits too. Maria was nuzzling my neck and kissing and licking it too. She was also feeling my little 32B breasts through my blouse. (I had deliberately kept my school clothes on because I knew some women were attracted to girls that were young) Maria was unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it off of my shoulders. I had on a simple pink nylon bra that allowed my areolas and nipples to show through. I had on a skirt made out of old jeans. The tattered edges barely covered my butt. Normally I would not be allowed to wear that skirt to school, but I had taken it to school in my book bag, and changed before coming home. Sitting on her lap the skirt had ridden up until my pink nylon panties were visible. I had started shaving my pussy, and leaving a simple landing strip above my cunt. The look was not lost on Maria. The nylon held in the heat, as a result, that made my pussy odor even stronger. Maria rubbed my pussy through my panties until the material was sopping wet. She even stuffed the elastic material into my cunt. She pulled the panties to one side and started diddling my clit slowly. Mother was also removing Darla's uniform. She had on a sexy little matching embroidered white bra and panty set. The bra lifted her sweet breasts and the panties were like the skimpiest bikini made. It was a good thing her pussy was shaved completely. But with her blonde hair, a stray hair would hardly be noticeable. It took my mother a little longer to get Darla undressed because she had more clothes on than I did. Darla was also undressing Mother. Darla was naked by the time Mother was down to her panties. Likewise Maria was almost as naked as Mother. I was very attracted to her golden brown body as she was to me. Her areolas were latte chocolate brown and the nipples were large. I clung to her body while sucking on her nipples. She was finger fucking me too. It was difficult to perform mutual oral sex on each other in the chair, but I managed to turn my body upside down on her and wrap my legs around her head while sticking my face right into her dark haired pussy. We sucked cunt completely oblivious to what was taking place on the couch. It was not until I had finished making Maria cum that I relaxed my legs and rolled off of her body and I got to check out what was going on over on the couch. They were both totally naked and Darla was sweating profusely while she was sitting on mother's face. The cheeks of her ass were spread out over mother's head, so that I could only see the top of her forehead. And Darla was slapping Mother's pussy. Mother was struggling to breathe, but did little to struggle against the girl's smothering pussy and asshole. It was very erotic to watch my mother struggle to turn her head to catch her breath and then return her head so that she could spear whichever hole was over her mouth. When Darla had enough of the face sitting she insisted on butt fucking Mother with a strap-on dildo. I had never witnessed my mother play the submissive to anyone before. Darla was such an innocent and attractive girl to be so depraved. Maria didn't want to be left out, and she produced another dildo and turned on the vibrator before she stuffed it up my ass. At first I thought I was going to die from the pain, but the vibrator soon had me dripping like a leaky faucet. I turned my head and placed my hand on the back of Maria's neck and kissed her with tongue until I stopped squirting cum. Mother and I got dressed very slowly. We kissed Maria and Darla before we made our way to the fence. Both Mother and I were so tired that we could hardly climb back over the fence. We both had to rest for a day or two before we got horny again. I was determined to visit every apartment, and sample all of the ladies. Apartment 5 was my next one to visit. I kept an eye on that one until I saw the two women returning home from work. Mother didn't stop me from climbing over the fence. When I knocked on their door, the obviously dominant one opened the door. I introduced myself to her. She said, "I know who you are! We have seen you and your mother visiting the other apartments. You are wasting your time...my wife and I, are not interested in partying with a little slut like you!" That rebuff hurt my feelings, but didn't deter me from my goal of getting fucked by every female in the apartment complex. Then a voice behind her said, "Why don't you invite the girl in? Be polite and offer her something to drink!" She stepped back and gestured for me to enter. As I had observed in the past they really did look like sisters, even to their selection of clothes. They were both wearing tight shorts, different colors but obviously from the same maker. Their tops were also from the same designer in different colors. The dominant girl was in tan shorts with an orange and brown floral silk top. The other girl was in white shorts and turquoise top with colorful flowers. They were both barefooted. Both of the blondes still had their hair in ponytails with bangs. The submissive one was seated on their couch with her feet resting on the coffee table. The first woman led me to the couch and made the introductions. "That is Jenny and I am Jennifer. We actually are sisters. We left home when we were kicked out because my father couldn't accept that we loved each other the way we do. Fortunately we had connections that helped us move here and provide us with jobs. We earned our degrees in library science. We're not going to get rich, but we have secure jobs that don't care about our lifestyle." Jane said, "Excuse our bad manners. Would you like something to drink? I'm afraid that we only have Cool-Aid, Root Beer, 7-Up, or coffee and tea to offer you. We don't care for sugary drinks, and we don't drink alcohol." I said, "7-Up would be just fine." Jane went to the kitchenette and returned with three cans of 7-Up for the three of us. When I saw their tattoos up closely I saw that they had their names on their hips in formal script. That was something you don't expect to see on a librarian. They assured me that no one at the library ever saw them. They confessed that they dressed conservatively at work. There was a photograph sitting on the ledge separating their living room from the kitchenette that was the two of them together. They were dressed so conservatively they looked like women form religions like Quakers, Shakers, or Mormons. Their dresses reached almost to their ankles, arms were covered and a lace collar around their necks, no makeup and hair in buns. At first I could not picture them dressed like that. I had to ask, "Why do you dress like that?" Jennifer said, "We dress like that at work to make everyone think we are spinster sisters and unattractive to males, so they don't bother us! We are happy with each other's company." "Have you ever sought the company of other women or girls?" They looked at each other and laughed. Jennifer said, "We tried having sex with other girls but it just didn't feel right. We are just too close to each other to get involved with anyone else." I was disappointed that I was not going to get involved with these two women, but accepted the fact that they were happy with each other. I was almost happy to find out that there could be a love so strong that nothing would come between them. We talked a little longer before I went home. I thought about them that night, and wondered if I would ever find that kind of love. But by morning I was horny, and thinking about the next adventure. I still had not met the new occupant of apartment number 1. I had kept an eye on the re-painting and carpeting of the apartment in preparation of renting it out again. I had seen the owner coming to check on the progress. I noticed that she was a woman about fifty years old. She was a distinguished looking woman. All I could tell from my bedroom window was that she was a pretty tall woman with immaculately styled gray hair. Her clothes were obviously bought from the best stores, and her taste was impeccable. I wondered how a woman like her would become the landlord of a lesbian apartment complex. The day came when a moving van delivered some cartons of personal stuff, I assumed was clothes and some household items to personalize the furnished apartment. Eventually I recognized the woman moving in. She was the one that eventually became the only person coming and going regularly. I was intrigued by the woman I witnessed coming and going. She was a redhead with a beautiful mane flowing down the middle of her back. I just had to meet her to find out if she was as attractive as she appeared to be. My plan was to head directly to the Fantasy Apartment after school. I figured that any lesbian would find a real school girl irresistible. I deliberately selected from my wardrobe clothing that would look like a parochial school uniform, that consisted of a gray blazer with a crest on the left pocket, white blouse, with plaid tie that matched the plaid on my short pleated skirt, and white knee high socks, with penny loafers. When I knocked on her door I had my book bag slung over one shoulder by one strap. The redhead opened the door, and looked mildly surprised to see a school girl at her door. "What can I do for you?" I smiled at her and extended my hand in greeting. "May I come in, and tell you my story?" The truly gorgeous woman stepped back and invited me into her apartment. The place was very familiar even if the color of the rooms had changed from white to a rose. The carpet had changed from brown-ochre to a steel gray. She invited me to have a seat. "Now tell me what brings you to my door." I sat down and was a little nervous, "I went to school with the daughter of the woman that lived in this apartment for the past three or four years. About a year ago she introduced me too lesbian sex. Her mother added to my education. When they moved away I was broken hearted until I started visiting the other women in these six apartments. Of course my mother finally tumbled to the fact that I was having sex with these women. That opened the door to her and me partying with some of them together." The woman sat there facing me, with an interested look on her face, "How does this affect me?" "I was hoping to convince you that I would be a worthy girlfriend." She sat there looking at me for awhile, "I have never been one to date underage girls. Why would I run the risk of getting into trouble?" I pulled out my cell-phone and scrolled down through my contact list and pressed my mother's cell phone number and handed it to the redhead. She took it and put it to her ear, "Hello...my name is Carla. Your daughter is telling me that you would have no objections to her parking her head between my legs." I was close enough to barely hear my mother's response. "I take it that you're the new occupant of apartment 6. Sandra told me this morning that she was going to check out the redhead that had moved into the apartment that had been occupied by her girlfriend and her mother. All I ask is that you send her home by bedtime, so she doesn't oversleep tomorrow. She does have school." The redhead was surprised by my mother's casual acknowledgement of her daughter visiting a lesbian. "What time should I send her home?" She handed me back the phone and asked, "So you have been visiting all of my neighbors...have you?" "I have partied with every woman in the Fantasy Apartments, except for the couple in apartment 5. They are sisters that are married to each other. They have no interest in anyone but each other. I was wondering what you do for a living?" Carla smiled, "I teach art at the local college." With that she placed her arm around my waist and escorted me to her bedroom. There were a number of paintings hanging on the walls. Each one was of a different naked young woman. They were not openly sexual, but each one had an erotic tone to them. It was as if each one had secret and was about to masturbate. When I made that observation she smiled, "You are very intuitive. Each of these girls was students in my class and I seduced each one before painting their picture. If I have you pose for me it will have to be different because I was not the one to bring you out." I took off my blazer without being asked. I was more interested in seeing what she looked like under her clothes. Her clothes were nice but she smelled of turpentine and linseed oil. Seeing what she did for a living explained the smell. I stood there in front of her and started unbuttoning her blouse. She even helped me remove it. Then I unfastened her skirt and pulled it down off of her wide hips. It fell to the floor in a heap around her feet. She stepped over the pile and kicked the shirt into a corner. She had on a full slip, so I helped pull the slip over her head and tossed it in the general direction of the skirt. That left her standing there in a lace bra, matching panties, self-supporting nylons and comfortable pumps. I saw for the first time that she had body art. There was a faded tattoo of the name Martha in script on her right hip. There was a green stem winding up the right side of her body to the edge of her breast. Branching off of the stem were flowers of different varieties. Some were lovely purple, and others were blue, pink and red. Some were in full bloom and others were just buds. I asked, "Who was Martha?" Carla looked at me as if she didn't remember the name was on her hip. Then she smiled, "Martha was my first lover. She seduced me when I was just a child like you. I loved her so much that I had to have her name on my body." "And what are the flowers for?" "Each flower represents a girl I fell in love with. If you look closely at the shading in the petals of the flowers, you will find the name of the girl I seduced." I found the colorful flowers tattooed on her pale alabaster skin very erotic. I wondered how many girls have seen the tattoo, and wished their name would be added to her body. She reached behind her body and unhooked her bra. The straps fell from her shoulders as she grasped the cups and let the bra fall away from her body. Her breasts were flawless. The areolas were perfect circles capped by pink nipples. There were just some red marks where the tight bra had cut into her flesh. I knelt before her body like a supplicant and reached up and put my fingers under the tight hip hugger panties and pulled them down to expose her red pubic hair. I was close enough to her crotch that I could smell her musky odor. It was not only the odor of a woman's pussy but of turpentine. I couldn't resist kissing her pussy. I deliberately left her nylons and pumps on, because I thought she looked sexier in them. She sat on her bed and pulled me between her legs. She whispered in my ear, "You picked just the right ensemble to turn me on. I went to a Catholic Parochial school as a girl. Martha was the nun that seduced me." She unbuttoned my blouse and slipped her hands inside to feel my little B sized breasts. She was kissing and licking my neck too. Her touch was thrilling beyond belief. I don't know how long before she withdrew on hand and reached down, and placed her hand on my bare knee above my stocking. Then she ran her hand up my thigh. The pleated skirt rode up on her wrist, until her hand came in contact with my panties. I had selected the tightest pair of panties I had, so that the material was forced to mold into my labia major, giving credence to the name "Camel Toe." She finger fucked my cunt through my nylon panties until I was almost crying. She rolled down my panties to my knees. She wiped my pussy with her hand. She toyed with the few strands of pubic hair I had, before she inserted finger after finger into my cunt while finger fucking me. I stood there quivering as she made me cum. Eventually she removed all of my clothes. She placed me on the bed and sucked my pussy until I had another cum. Then she mounted my head and lowered her red haired pussy down to my mouth. She ground her pussy against my face until she had her own cum. It was growing late so she helped me get dressed and she put on a robe as she walked me to the fence and helped me climb over it. Mother greeted me at the back door and kissed me. She smiled, "You smell of turpentine and pussy baby. Get bathed and go to bed." I visited Carla several times a week for a month. One evening as I was climbing over the fence I was confronted by the gray haired owner of the apartments. She said, "I understand you have enjoyed the pleasures of all of my tenants. Would you like to have dinner with me?" I looked at her very carefully. The woman was very attractive for a woman over fifty. Her business suit was obviously expensive. I was intrigued by the idea of having sex with a woman old enough to be my mother. I took hold of her hand as she led me to the street. She opened the car door with her remote, and helped me into the passenger's side of her Mercedes Benz Sports Coupe. She drove me to a restaurant I had never known existed. There were a variety of cars parked in the lot. When we entered I noticed that there were only women sitting at the tables. The waitresses were all wearing tight black pants and white silk shirts with black string ties. I suspected that this was a lesbian restaurant, and she confirmed my suspicions when I asked. I seemed to be the youngest girl in the place. I was drawing a lot of attention from the other patrons. I couldn't help but admire all of the different women around us. After dinner she took me home to her place. It was on top of a hill overlooking a good portion of the city. The place was very modern but there were items of furniture displayed that were antiques. She escorted me through the house to show it off, saving her bedroom for last. When we arrived there she unbuttoned her jacket and exposed the fact that she didn't have a blouse on, or a bra. Her breasts were large. She lifted them up and presented them to me. I felt both of them before taking them into my mouth. She stroked my hair lovingly while I sucked on one nipple after another. She eventually unfastened her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. She had on the most delicate lace thong I had ever seen. I could see every hair on her pussy. She also had on self supporting nylons that had black floral and butterfly patterns holding them up, and steel gray high heeled pumps. She sat down on a dressing chair and spread her legs. She invited me to remove her panties for her. I had to struggle to pull them from under her butt. She trimmed her pubic hair but left a patch above her cunt. I was fascinated by the fact that her labia was so stretched out. I took hold of them and spread them out. I stuck my tongue into her gaping hole. I tongue fucked her wildly. She pulled my head against her pussy and smothered me. She eventually used a dildo on my pussy. She delivered me to my front door. Mother thanked her for bringing me home. She even kissed the woman, and knew she had eaten my pussy. She took her hand and pressed the hand between her legs, "We have to get together someday!" The woman kissed her on the mouth and said, "I am looking forward to that day. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.