Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2016 20:15:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Linda's Story (Lesbian/Adult youth, oral, g/g, g/FFF) Warning: Adult youth, oral, g/g, g/FFF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: 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 2016Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Linda's Story By Jan I was the daughter of a couple of drunks. Father worked for a local water district in a coastal city in San Diego, California. My father was fifteen years older than my mother. When I was 10-years-old my mother gave birth to another girl. In truth my sister was fathered by my father's younger brother. My father died of heart failure shortly after that. He was in full cardiopulmonary arrest by the time the paramedics arrived at our farm house. Mother married his younger brother in less than a year. He was four years younger than her, and typical of the family he was an alcoholic too. Shortly after they married he tried to molest me. He came into my bedroom after mother passed out, and pulled my placket back waking me up. He started feeling me up. As soon as I understood what he was doing I told him that if he ever touched me again, I would cut his cock off when he passed out. That frightened him, but that didn't stop him leering at me constantly. I hated him, but wasn't frightened by him. As a girl there were several things that frightened me: snakes, spiders, mice and rats were high on my list. I have never got over those phobias, but men never frightened me. Mother must have known what a lecherous asshole her husband was, but she chose to turn a blind eye to his behavior. Not being wealthy family my mother bought me a half dozen dressed for school every September, but when I was home from school I would change out of my school and put on dresses that were a couple of years old. They were thin and very short on me. My panties were clean, but thin. I went bare footed at home. Living on s rural farm meant that the nearest neighbor house was a quarter mile away, and they were childless, so I was a lonely girl. I was always bringing home stray cats and dogs for company. As a result legs were always covered with flea bites that I was always scratching until my legs were covered with scabs. Most of the children I went to school with were from poor families too. My best friend was a beautiful Mexican girl, named Lupe Gomez. She had long dark hair and an angelic face. I was a platinum blonde with blue eyes. We had learned the facts of life at an early age. We knew a lot of local girls that had given birth to babies by the age of 14, so we vowed to remain virgins until we finished school. Living on a farm that grew alfalfa, and poinsettias meant that there was a hay barn near the house. After the hay was bailed the barn would be filled almost to the rafters. Every week or so, a truck would come to take 20 or so bales away. As much as it scared me to enter that barn, because there were spider webs all over the place, and there were mice and rats nesting among the hay bales, it was the one place Lupe and I could play in private. We would struggle to move bales of hay around, so that we would have a hiding place on top of the stacked bales. We would spread an old Navy wool blanket on top hay bales in our hiding place. We would fantasize about our future in our hiding place. When we entered puberty Lupe developed faster than most girls. When most girls were trying to convince their mother's that they needed a brassiere, Lupe was already at 34-C and her hips were wide too. Men and boys were constantly flirting with her. When we were in the hay barn we started inspecting each other's bodies. We felt each other's breasts, and we discovered that it felt good to rub that little nub at the top of our pussy cracks. One thing led to another and we started smelling and licking each other's pussies. When I stopped bringing home cats and dogs, my scabs healed, and I developed a figure. I was never as voluptuous as Lupe, but both boys and men flirted with me. I hated the lecherous looks I got from my uncle/stepfather. My father and stepfather had a sister between their ages. She was a black Irish beauty, with wavy black hair, creamy white skin, and sky blue eyes, named Kathleen. Men were always falling all over themselves trying to impress her. She had nothing but contempt for them, but like her brothers she was a drunk too. She lived in Oceanside, California too. You would think she would have Marine Officers from Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base perusing her all of the time. I was attracted to her beauty just as much as anyone else. I enjoyed her company drunk or sober. One later afternoon on a Friday, I got a relative that was driving to Los Angeles to drop me off at her apartment. When I knocked on her door, I eventually heard noises coming from inside. When the door opened a little, Kathy's head peeked out. "Linda what are you doing here?" "I just wanted to visit you, and get away from my home. I'm tired of babysitting my baby sister while Mom and Will are get drunk, is all." When she stepped back and allowed me to enter, she was dressed in a simple dressing gown and her feet were bare. I saw a female in a dress blue Marine-Corps officer's uniform scattered about on the furniture. I was just beginning to get my mind around the implications of the clothes in her apartment, when a naked woman came out of the bedroom. She took one look at me and sarcastically asked, "Are you fucking young girls now?" Kathy barked back, "Shut the fuck up, this is my niece! Why don't you get dressed and leave!" The sandy haired woman tried to apologize but my aunt wasn't hearing any of it. The woman gathered up her clothes and retreated to the bedroom to get dressed. By that time I got the message that my Aunt had been fucking the woman. There was no doubt about it! My Aunt smelled of booze and the woman's pussy juices. It was a familiar smell much like Lupe's pussy juices. The woman came out of the bedroom still fixing her hair. She picked up her hat as she made her way to the door. She turned at the door and kissed Kathy on the mouth, "Call me!" Kathy didn't respond, as she closed the door behind the woman. She turned to me, "I never wanted you to find out about my sex life, Linda!" I was almost speechless at that point. I had been shocked to see a naked woman in my aunt's, but I understood her feelings, because I was having the same feelings." Kathy asked, "Have you ever had sex with a girl before?" "I smiled, "I have been in Love with my friend Lupe for several years." Kathy asked, "Have the two of you had sex with each other?" "Yes!" She went to her kitchen and retrieved a bottle of whisky, and poured herself a stiff drink. "Would you like a drink?" "No thanks!" I was discussed with any a drunkard, but I was also enamored with my beautiful aunt. She came back to the small living room and sat on the couch, and patted the cushion next to her. I joined her on the couch. The smell of her breath, and the smell of her sweaty body mixed with the aroma of the blond officer's pussy juices all over her was a heady mix. As she sipped her drink her robe slipped from her crossed legs exposing her creamy white thigh. I had an overpowering desire to kiss her and feel her breasts, but didn't have the nerve to act on my desire. Kathy looked at my eyes, and I think she read my emotion. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled my face close. She kissed me on the mouth and forced her tongue into my mouth. All I could taste was the whisky, but my nose was next to her nose and it was filled with the smell of a woman's pussy. The knowledge that she had just eaten that officer's pussy was an unbelievable mix of jealousy and sexual desire. I slipped my hand inside her robe and stroked her breast. As I pushed the robe aside to expose her breast, I saw the unmistakable smudge of lipstick all over her alabaster flesh, areola and nipple. I wanted to see the rest of her body. I released her breast to spread her rode open. There were little bite marks on her torso. Her pussy had a thick triangle of black pubic hair between her legs. I envied her because my own pussy just had a sparse covering of light brown pubic hair. I couldn't resist bending over and kissing and licking her pussy. Kathy sat there sipping her whisky and stroking my hair with her free hand. She spread her legs to give me full access to her cunt. I savored the flavor of her juices, sucked on her clitoris, tongued her vagina, and licked my way past her perineum to her dark asshole. The minute my tongue touched her anus Kathy went into a convulsive orgasm. She picked me up and carried me into her bedroom. The bed was a rumpled mess, and smelled of the mix of my aunt and body odor of that Marine. The thought of making love to my Aunt in the warm bed of a recent love-fest, was obscenely erotic idea. She stripped me of my clothes, and told me how beautiful a woman I was developing into. She sucked on my nipples until they hurt. She sucked my pussy until I was screaming her praises. She even used her hand to grasp her tit and wipe it up and down the valley of my pussy. When her tit was coated with my juices she came back up and put her nipple in my mouth for me to suck on. She laced our legs so that she could rub her pussy against mine. She told me that was called "Tribbing." As soon as we recovered after an orgasm we started all over again. We made love all day. When the sun was starting to set in the Pacific Ocean, she suggested that we shower and go to diner. We dawned shower caps and had a lot of fun showering together. We were like giddy school girls in the shower and getting dressed. She drove us down to the main drag and made a turn onto a side street, parked her car in the parking lot next to a white plastered walls with a simple little sign proclaiming that it was the "Oceanside Ladies Club." When we passed through the heavy wooden doors with iron fixtures like an old Spanish Mission we were in a garden filled with colorful flowers with red tile paths that led to the entrance to a sizable restaurant. When we entered we were greeted by a business like lady that welcomed us and directed us to a small table for four. We sat facing each other. A waitress brought us menus. I was feeling a little uncomfortable, because almost every woman seemed to be looking at me. The dinning patio was filled with a variety of different women: some were older, some were middle aged, some were in there early twenties, but none were as young as me. Looking at them it was obvious that more than a few were military or ex-military. A woman that was obviously a leader came to our table and asked of Kathy, "Don't you think that your guest is a little young to be in here?" Kathy smiled, "Linda is my niece, and I just spent the day verifying that she is a true daughter of Sappho. I brought her here to introduce her to our sisterhood. I would hope that you would welcome her as one of us!" The woman asked if she could join us. Kathy assured her that she was welcome to join us. The two of them ordered cocktails with their meals. They wouldn't allow me to drink anything stronger than tea, as if I wanted to taste whiskey. While we ate I learned that the woman was in fact the president of the club, and her name was Gina Domanie. She was a retired Navy Commander Nurse. While we were eating and talking every woman there stopped by to meet me. Kathy was drinking far too much, and was in no condition to drive us home, so Gina insisted on driving us home. She took her car key and gave it to one of her employees with instructions to bring her car to pick her up when she called. She took Kathy's keys and we put Kathy in the back seat, so that Gina could drive us to Kathy's apartment. We had to practically carry her up to her apartment. We undressed Kathy and put her to bed, then Gina and I went into the kitchen to make coffee and talk. Gina brewed a pot of coffee with a little cinnamon in the basket to flavor the coffee. We carried our mugs to the living room couch to be more comfortable. She wanted to know all about me, and I told her all about my family, Lupe, and how I had just found out about my Aunt's taste for women. Gina was very understanding and supportive. While I was telling my story Gina was stroking my hair and arm. She placed her arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth when I finished my story. I returned her kiss, of course. She placed her hand on my left tit and squeezed it. It didn't take long and we were both naked. Gina told me, "It's been a long time since my breasts looked like yours. They are so firm and proud looking they don't need a bra for support at all." I was just as enamored with her large breasts. They were heavy and sagged quite a bit. The areolas were stretched into an egg shape, and the nipples pointed at her lap, just the same I loved the feel of them. I lifted them and sucked on her nipples greedily. Gina started rubbing my pussy, and I got very wet down there. I was just as honey for her pussy. I don't know if it was her age, but her pubic hair was sparse. She didn't have any more hair down there than me. Her vulva was much bigger than mine, but her labia minor hung well beyond her labia major like a lot of excess skin. I found her vagina with my fingers and set about masturbating her vigorously with two fingers. When she had an orgasm she covered my hand with her cum. I couldn't resist smelling my hand and sucking on my fingers. Gina was also masturbating me, but it took longer for me to cum. I knelt between her legs and used my fingers to spread her labia minor wide open to her a good look at her pussy. I studied that ridge of stiff flesh leading to her hooded clitoris. I saw the opening of her urethra in her vagina opening, and the wide open vagina. I could even see her cervix, below her vagins was her perineum leading to her anus. The skin down there was an almost a smoky gray color of brown. When I planted my mouth on her vagina, and stuck my tongue into her vagina trying to touch her cervix with my tongue I also stuck my finger up her asshole. Gina laid back and panted out her verbal satisfaction for my efforts with a lot of nasty words. When she stopped humping my face she pulled me up her body and kissing me on the mouth with such forced I thought she was going to bruise my lips against my teeth. She placed me on the couch with my head resting on the arm of the couch, and placed my inside leg over the back of the couch. My other foot was still resting on the floor. My own pussy was open for her to do as she wanted. She crouched over my body and ate my pussy like she was starving to death for my honey. I was whimpering like I was about to die, but I had an orgasm that left he exhausted. Gina pulled me to my feet and we returned to Kathy's bedroom. She placed me between the two of them. Kathy turned towards me in her sleep and wrapped her legs around my left leg, and her hand on my left tit. Gina wrapped her lags around my right leg and placed her hand on my right tit. Their heads were resting on my arms. By morning, my arms were asleep, and almost useless. Kathy was snoring in her drunkenness. Gina and I woke up about the same time for want of relieving ourselves. We did our best to disengage ourselves from Kathy without waking her up. We made our way to the bathroom where we took turns peeing. We brushed our teeth and washed our faces before checking n Kathy. The lack of our body warmth must have aroused her and she struggled to get out of bed. She made her way to the bathroom on shaky legs. She peed for a long time. The alcohol dehydrated her, and water wasn't enough to quench her thirst. She made her way to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of whisky and drank a stiff shot. That seemed to quench her thirst. We prepared a late breakfast. It seemed so natural to be sitting there at the little table eating eggs, bacon and toast in the nude. When we were finished we went back to bed and I was the object of the two of their desires. While one sat on my face the other one either ate my pussy or fucked me with a dildo, until I was reduced to begging them to let me rest. I was the happiest girl in the world at that moment. By that afternoon we eventually bathed and got dressed. Gina called her employee to come and get her. We said out goodbyes, and Kathy took me home. I began spending a lot of time with Kathy after that. I have to admit that I neglected Lupe shamefully. When I did take Lupe up into the hayloft she complained that I didn't love her anymore, and would let me touch her. She eventually married and had five children. I on the other hand became the sweetheart of the BAM's (Broad Assed Marines) of Camp Pendleton. The one dyke that stands out the most in my memory was a Top Sergeant, named Martha Rosalina. She was full figured woman capable of talking on most men in a fight. She was one of those women that didn't bother shaving her pubic hair at all, as a result her underarms were so hairy that even with her arms down there was plenty of dark hairs showing out from under her arms nestled alongside her amble breasts, and dark pubic hair not only covered her crotch the hairs were all over the insides of her thighs. There was just something about the smell of her underarms and crotch that made my panties wet. I remember the first day I met her. Gina Domanie the retired Navy Commander Nurse took me on to Camp Pendleton to show me around and shop at the base commissary. While we were shopping we ran into Martha. They obviously knew each other very well. She introduced me to Martha, and suggested that I might enjoy having Martha show me what the enlisted barracks looked like. Martha was thrilled at the opportunity to show me around. Gina promised to catch up with me later, as Martha escorted me to the enlisted barracks. The female barracks were close to the bachelor officers quarts. I suspect that the location was deliberate, because there was a worn path in the grass between the two buildings. I pictured the enlisted women slipping back and forth after a tryst with an officer. Upon entering the enlisted quarts we were in a receptionist area, because males were not permitted beyond that area. There was a sizable recreation room; with a large screen television, jukebox, and several pool tables. There were card tables and plenty of couches and chairs. I noticed that there were plenty of women that looked like dykes in the room doing their things in fatigues or slacks. They reminded me of male want-a-bees. The second and third floors were where the enlisted women lived. As Martha let me through the second floor to her private room, we passed through the barracks. The women in there were not shy about parading around the place between their cubical to the showers and bathroom. I drew a lot of lascivious looks, but none of them was about to say anything to the sergeant. She was confident that no one was going to interrupt us. Martha couldn't take her eyes off of me. She knew very well that I wasn't related to the Commander, and was in all provably a lesbian. She offered me a drink, and poured a large shot of bourbon into a couple of glasses. That first sip burned my throat. I was sitting on her bunk, and Martha sat next to me. She tossed back her drink and placed her glass on the little nightstand. She turned to me and started feeling me up. My blouse came off. She lifted me up just enough to remove my skirt and panties. I kicked off my little flats, and I didn't have socks on, so I was totally naked. She placed me on the middle of her bunk before removing her uniform. I watched intently as she removed her uniform. She was careful to make sure that they were folded or hung correctly. The thing that intrigued me was the fact that she only shaved her legs. She sported plenty of underarm hair, and the pubic hair on her crotch showed out from under the legs of her panties down the inside her thighs. When she bent over to remove her panties she turned her back to me, and I observed that she had and abundant amount of hair around her asshole. This was defiantly a woman used to being in charge. She mounted the bunk as if she was about to assault me, but she was very tender with me as she molded my flesh with her strong hands. The way she kissed me was very demanding. She captured my tongue and sucked on it for a long time, while feeling my small tits. She worked her way down my body to eat my pussy. She licked on it, spit on my pussy before licking my flesh. She draped my legs over her shoulders, and wrapped my body up into a ball, so that she could tongue fuck my asshole. When she returned to licking my pussy, she stuck a finger up my ass. I almost fainted when I had an orgasm. Now it was my turn to make love to her. We had to work at it for her to roll over and pull me on top of her on the narrow bunk. As fascinated as I was about her large breasts, the smell of her hairy underarms was magnetic. I sucked on both of her nipples for a while, before I lifted her arm and stuck my nose in her hair. I licked the salty hairs until the hairs were plastered against her flesh. I had been rubbing my thigh against her pubic bush until I felt her hands pressing on my shoulders, as her way of telling me that she wanted me to go down on her. As I got between her legs, I was overwhelmed by the aroma of her cunt. She must have been sweating her underwear all day. She had a swollen vulva, and as I parted her labia I discovered that her she had a long stiff ridge capped by her hooded clitoris by her labia minor. It was every bit as large as a baby boy's penis. I was able to suck on it like it was a penis, with my nose pressed between the fold of her cunt. My eyes were so close to her vulva bulge that I could see every hair. I must have looked like a bearded lady. Martha was moaning, and ordering me to suck harder. She was expressing her desire to make me her personal sex slave. That may have been her desire, but I had no intention of settling down with just one woman. When we were finished, we got dressed and she walked me downstairs to her car. The young ladies in the barracks looked at me like that all wanted to get in my pants. I was flattered that I was so desirable to all of these women. Martha drove me off the base to my Aunt's Kathy's apartment. I had no desire to join the military, but I did earn my doctoral degree in gynecology. 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