Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2017 04:32:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Going Down Under (Lesbian/Beginnings, oral, f/F) Beginnings, oral, 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: Copyright 2017 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Going Down Under By Jan I got a call from a friend of a friend that had a problem with her computer. She identified herself as Ruby and told me that her computer had crashed, and a friend named Carol Wright had suggest that she call me. I asked where she lived in Allambie Heights. I live in North Manly, Australia, so I was willing to get a ride to her shire, so I got her address and wrote it down. We agreed on a time that would be convenient for both of us. I got a friend to drive me to the address. As we pulled onto the road she lived on the houses looked like most homes in the Sydney area. There were red brick two story building with brick tile toffs. When I knocked on the door it only took a moment before the door opened. I was welcomed by the sight of a woman about 177 canto-meters tall, skinny woman with dark brown hair. I suspected that she was between 23 and 27-years-old, and I saw that every inch of her flesh below her head was inked with colourful tattoos. I paused a little too long before I identified myself as Caroline. She welcomed me in to her home, and led me directly to the room where she had her computer. While I sat down to see if I could turn it on, after the first failure I tried F1 on the start up to get access to the startup file. It did take long to find how a malisons file had been added to block her access to her computer. I simply deleted the offending lines of added programming and restarted her computer. It came up with her home page and I saw the graphic operating icons (GOIS). There were some icons with female names. I thought they were just friends she like to communicate with regularly. At that point Ruby was overjoyed and insisted, "Caroline, how much do I owe you?" I insisted, "I'm happy to be of help, and you didn't owe me anything." "The least I do is give you a beer! You will accept one, want you?" As a 15-year-old I couldn't refuse the offer of a drink, so I accepted. I'm only 161 cento-meters tall, and I have dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and wear torus shell glasses. My C-size breasts look pretty large on my small frame. I also accept the title of "Computer Geek" with little pride, but the way Rudy was looking at me made me uncomfortable. Rube left me alone for a short time when she returned with a couple of cold cans of Fosters beer. She drew up a chair next to me while I was still sitting in her computer chair and handed me one of the cans. I found the way she looked interesting. I suspected that she was a 'Buch Dyke,' and I was fascinated with the idea of the prospect of having sex with her. I asked her if it hurt getting tattooed. And she told me that it wasn't bad until they were tattooing right over bones. I expressed an interest in the art work. She started showing off her arms, and pulling up the sleeves to show me the colourful graphic art. There were some tats on her neck and I asked how much of her body was covered with tattoos. That was her cue to remove her jersey to show me her body. She had smaller breasts than me. Her torso was covered with an elaborate mural that included portraits of females. She also removed her jeans to show me that her legs also had elaborate designs that had pictures of naked females. I was fascinated by her body, and even reached out to touch one of the portraits of a pretty woman and asked, "Is that a real woman?" Ruby assured me that she was real woman, and her name was Victoria. Then she pointed to each portrait and named the woman. Without me asking she whipped off her link panties to show me her butt. In doing so I got a good look at her pussy. She obviously had shaved recently. Rose was proud of the her tttoos. I had never seen a naked woman like her before. I was almost mesmerized by her. When she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom I was thrilled at the prospect of having sex with a tattooed dyke. Ruby carefully started undressing me. I hardly remember her removing my clothes. It was as if they simply floated away. When I noticed that I was naked I was embarrassed enough to try and cover my crotch and tits with my hands and arm. I felt foolish. When she asked me about my age, I told her I was 15, and she got very excited. She laid me on her bed and started kissing me on the mouth, while she molded my tits with her long fingers. I was trembling like I was experiencing an electric shock. Slowly she moved down to suck on my tits until they were red because blood had been suck almost to the surface of her skin. I was thrilled when she parted my legs and went down on me. No one has ever eaten my pussy before, and I couldn't believe the way it felt. She pulled the rubbery flesh of my labia minor and sucked in air, causing the flesh to vibrate and make a noise that was so wickedly erotic. She sucked on my cunt until I had an orgasm that sent my body quivering like I had been darted with a stun gun. Ruby allowed me to recover before she sicssored my legs and humped my pussy with her hairy cunt. I was lying in a pool of my own sweat by the time she got off the bed. I simply lay there watching her as she went to her dresser and fished out an impressive red rubber strap-on dildo. That frightened me! I couldn't believe she was actually believe she was planning on fucking me with that thing. I watched her step into the harness and pull the straps until the cock was pulled tightly against her crotch. She also reached for a plastic bottle of a sweet Cherry smelling lubricant that she used to lubricate the dildo and used her greasy hands to lubricate my pussy. She mounted the foot of the bed and walked on her knees up the bed until she was between my legs. I almost froze up when I felt the tip of her dildo touched my cunt. To my surprise there was a quick shooting pain as she ripped through my madden-head. The pain ended soon enough and she sank the entire length of her dildo into my body. The only way I could tell was when the harness pressed against my pubic bone. With every stroke she forced a grunt out of me. When the pain subsided I actually enjoyed being fucked by her. When I had another orgasm, she sucked my pussy one more time. She kissed me with tongue before she allowed me to clean up and we both got dressed, before taking me home. She insisted on me allowing her to drive me home in her Holden coupe. She insisted that I agree to go out on a date with her. We agreed on a Friday night. I came home and put on my most adult looking party dress, and my highest heels, let my hair down and put on eyelashes and lipstick. I waited on her at the curb, because I didn't want my parents to know I was dating a dyke. She didn't tell me where we were going. I saw that we were going over the Darling Harbor bridge. She took me to Kings Cross. I knew that was a notorious gathering place for the gay community. Tourists got a charge out of seeing the drag queens parading around in public. Ruby took me to an outdoor restaurant, where all of the waitresses were tattooed dykes. They knew Ruby and even chided her for cradle robbing, good naturedly. Rube took it in stride and warned them to keep their hands of the bird. I knew that bird was slang for a female or pussy, but I didn't protest her refereeing to me with that word. We had a nice dinner and she took me to a nightclub where we watched an Egyptian woman do a very erotic belly dance. I'm sure that when she saw me, she was attracted to me because I was so young. She danced right in front of me as we sat on big pillows. She was so close I could smell her perfume and the pungent odor of her hairy pussy. When she flipped the gossamer material in front of her body, she was fanning her womanly odor towards me and I saw the black mat of black hair on her pussy. Her nipples were a chocolate colour. I did find her dace very erotic, but seeing her hairy cunt turned me off. If she had offered to take me home I might have gone despite the hair, if it weren't for Ruby. When the hour grew late Ruby suggest it was time to go home. The dancer blew me a kiss as we struggled to stand and leave. As dark man wearing a red Fez with a black tassel opened the door for us and wished us a pleasant evening, with a thick accent. We made our way to her car and she drove me to her home. I had no fear about staying out all night, because I had been staying all weekends with girlfriends for a long time, and as far as my parents knew I was out with one of my girlfriends. When we were in her house we went straight to her bathroom to empty our bladders before taking off our clothes and going to bed. This time Ruby put on her dildo and had me get on my hands and knees, so that she could mount me doggy style. She clung to my hair with both hands as she rammed the cock into my pussy. She was saying things like, "you are my dirty little pussy whore from now own!" She continued to ask me, "Tell her how much I want my cock in your nasty little cunt!" It frightened me when she demanded, "beg me to fuck your asshole Bitch!" As soon as I pleaded, "Ruby, fuck my ass!" She pulled out of my cunt and rammed the wet dildo up my ass. It hurt like a hot iron was being shoved up my ass. She fucked me until I actually leaned to enjoy it. Then she had me get off the bed and down on my hands and knees. She stuck a butt plug up my ass that had a horse's tail, and she mounted me like a cowgirl and rode me around the room. She eventually sat on her bed and made me eat her hairy pussy until she had an orgasm. She lifted her sweaty left arm and made me lick her armpit. With commands like, "Lick my sweaty armpit, your little pussy whore! She also added, "someday I will get you ass tattoo with PROPERTY OF RUBY." The prospect of being tattooed frightened me. When she was finished fucking me I lay next to her with my head resting on her arm with my nose pressed against her armpit, and thought about the prospect of coming out. Would my parents boot my bum to the street? Would I be true to Ruby, or chose to date other women? For the moment I was happy to just feel her warmth and smell her sweaty body. 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