Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2007 19:56:41 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: A Loving Neighborhood (lesbian / dult youth, f/F, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between girls and 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 at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2007 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. A Loving Neighborhood By Jan Amy grew up in the neighborhood where her parents had brought a house just before she was born. The homes had been built during the 1950's baby boom after World War II. The developer's name was lost to time. There had been something like 150 homes built on vacant farm land. There had only been half a dozen floor plans that had been flip flopped to make it look like there were more plans. Over the decades people had added bedrooms, family rooms and remodeled the fronts until it would be hard to recognize them as tract homes. There had even been a scandal during the sixties when there had been a wife swapping group. When one woman got jealous because her husband was spending far too much time fucking a better looking woman on the block she had called the local police that brought it into the news. Families were broken up. After the sexual revolution and the aids scare the neighborhood had returned to a more conservative life style. As people relocated, divorced, opted for smaller or larger home as they became empty nests families, new families moved in. The diversity of the neighborhood increased rather than blocks being full of children that were close in age there were gaps in ages. As Amy grew up there was never more than a few children on her block that were close to her age. The rest were either too old or too young to be close with. There were several older couples on the block. There was even one middle aged woman still living alone in the home where she was raised. That was the neighborhood Amy grew up in. By the time Amy reached puberty she was still rather naive about sex. She had been cautioned plenty of times about what could happen if she allowed a boy to fuck her. Fear of having a baby before she was old enough to be in high school scared her enough to keep her distance from boys. At the same time she was curious about sex. She listened to what was being said by other girls at school in an effort to learn more. She began to understand that there were also guys and gals that preferred sex with their own sex. There was always the boys in school that preferred to play with girls that were suspected were cock suckers. There were also a few girls that insisted on playing boys games. One was a good enough baseball pitcher that she played on the boy's little league teams until she was forced to switch to girls softball. She kept her hair cut short for convenience. She was bigger and stronger than most girls. The talk was also that she was a muff diver. Amy had no way of knowing if it was true. The one girl her age on her block was named Audrey, she belonged to a different church and she tended to be more of a religious person than Amy. Audrey always went right from school to her church for bible studies and choir practice. That was why Amy avoided any discussion with her about religion or sex. One afternoon Audrey approached her in confidence to tell her about what she had seen. Apparently Audrey had been in her backyard and happened to be weeding a planter next to the home of the middle aged woman living in her deceased parent's home named Miss Carmon Clark. Amy pictured what she looked like because she had never given her much thought she was a little taller and slimmer than most women in their neighborhood. She had brown hair that was kept a little shorter than shoulder length. She had no idea what color eyes she had. Her face showed her age. There were plenty of age lines that she never bothered to hide with makeup. She seemed to be friendly enough but she did tend to keep to herself. She wondered why Miss Carmon was so clandestine. Audrey was almost whispering as she told Amy, "I heard Miss Clark come out of her backdoor. There was a knothole in the wooden fence that was right in front of me. I could see most of her backyard. She had on a halter top and shorts. She watered her back yard with a garden hose for awhile. I returned to doing my weeding until I heard her turn off the water. When I looked through the hole again she was sitting down in a lawn chair. She started rubbing her breasts. She reached inside her halter top and pulled her breasts out and played with her nipples. She actually pulled her shorts down along with her silk panties so that she could actually play with her pussy." Amy listened to every word Audrey told her about what she had seen. Audrey seemed to be shocked by what she had seen. She thought the woman was some sort of pervert. She quoted biblical passages she claimed the bible prohibited sex that was not for procreation. After that Amy kept an eye on Miss Clark. She became fascinated with her. She wanted to find out if the woman was a pervert. She had to find out if she could catch her masturbating. Their block was backed up by a flood control channel. There was a service road behind their homes. Amy figured she could slip through her backyard fence and sneak past the few houses between her home and Miss Clark's home. She found a discarded wooden box lying in the road near the power pole at the corner of Miss Clark's property. She used it to help her get over the fence. She moved to the back of the house and tried to see in each window until she found the master bedroom. Amy's heart was pounding as she looked for an opening. There was just enough room below the bottom of the blinds for her to see the entire bedroom. The room was dark but she could see that the bed was made. She was just about to return home. She didn't want to hang around too long. She was just about to give up and leave when the bedroom door opened and Miss Clark flipped the light switch. Amy froze. She watched intently as the woman entered the room closing the door behind her. Miss Clark removed a nightgown from a hook on the back of the door and tossed it on the bed. She pulled back the bedspread, blankets and sheet before standing to remove her clothes. Amy was holding her breath as she watched the woman undress. She unfastened the back of her simple house dress and pulled it off of her shoulders as she stepped out of it. She folded it and draped it over the back of a dressing chair. She had a half slip on that she pulled down and stepped out of it and draped it over the chair too. Amy was checking out the woman's figure in panties and bra. Miss Clark's body was showing the signs of age. The skin sagged a little and was dry looking. The tummy bulged. When she turned her back to the window Amy could see the dimples in her thighs. She may not have the figure of a young woman but Amy found her very sexy looking. The woman sat on the other side of the bed to remove her shoes. They were worn and comfortable looking flats. While sitting on the bed she reached behind her body to unhook the bra. She removed it and tossed it at the chair. It fell off the chair. As she stood up to retrieve it she pulled down her panties. They were full panties that were tight fitting until she pulled them down. They were baggy as they were pulled down so she could step out of them. She stooped over to pick up the bra. Amy saw her breasts sag and sway as she picked up the bra and placed the under clothes on the chair. Miss Clark picked up the nightgown and looked at it for a moment as if she was debating about something before she tossed it at the chair. She flopped on top of the bed with her back against the pillows. She leaned over and picked up a book along with a pack of cigarettes and butane lighter. She sat the book on the bed as she tapped up a cigarette and used her mouth to pull it out of the pack. She lit it and took a deep drag and held it in her lungs for a long time as if to enjoy the first taste of the smoke in her lungs as long as possible. When she blew out the smoke she returned the pack and lighter to the night table. She picked up the book and started reading while she absent mindedly smoked her cigarette. Amy was still studying the naked body. The breasts sagged and spread over her chest as she reclined reading her book and casually smoking. At first she had her legs stretched out in front of her. What ever she was reading must have been juicy because she started drawing her legs up until her heels were practically touching her butt and they were sprawled widely. She put the cigarette in her mouth to free up her right hand so than she could rub her pussy. Amy was fascinated by the sight of her masturbating. The woman did not have a lot of pubic hair. She wondered if women's pubic hair thinned out with age like men's hair did. She had noticed that some older women's hair thinned out as they got older. She watched Miss Clark sticking fingers into her pussy and rubbing her clitoris vigorously until she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and took a long drag on her cigarette. Her face looked like it was in pain but she didn't stop masturbating for a long time. When she did stop playing with her pussy Amy saw some white gooey stuff leaking out of her pussy. The cigarette was smoked almost down to the filter before she snuffed it out in an ashtray on the nightstand. Amy left her hiding place as the woman put the book down and turned out her reading light. Amy had a lot to think about. She had experimented with masturbation. It was pleasurable enough. She would picture Miss Clark masturbating while she did it. She wondered if Miss Clark would be interested in teaching her about lesbian sex. The problem was how to approach her without letting her know she had spied on her. She went out of her way to keep an eye on her house when she was in the yard Amy would walk past and say hi to her. After a couple of times she stopped to talk to her. Miss Clark insisted that she call her Carmon. She told Amy that her parents had been Opera fans. They got a little laugh about that. Amy told Carmon her name. Carmon told Amy about the history of the neighborhood. During the course of their conversation Carmon lit up a cigarette since she was not working in the yard. By the time she had finished it she felt thirsty. She offered Amy a cold drink. Amy was a little too quick in accepting the offer. Carmon wondered why the girl was so anxious to enter her home. The inside of the house was well kept. For the most part it looked like it was right out of the fifties. The house had a living room, dining room, family room and there was a kitchen with a small dinette attached. The table and chairs were stainless steel. The table top was gray and white Formica. The chairs cushions and backs were covered with matching plastic. She even had red anodized aluminum glasses and pitcher. Amy could not believe the way the house looked. Carmon poured them both glasses of iced tea. The aluminum glasses were sweating right up to the level of the liquid in them. They sat at the dining table. Amy had on shorts and she felt her skin sticking to the plastic covered chairs. Her heart was pounding almost as hard as the night she had watched Carmon masturbating. Carmon could see that Amy was agitated about something but had no idea why. The girl seemed to be interested in talking to her. It was just strange the way she was fidgeting around. She had found out that Amy was not interested in boys. She knew there were not a lot of children on the block Amy's age. She felt like Amy needed company and a person to talk to. For several days the two of them met for a cool drink and small talk. As Amy became more familiar with Carmon she was able to talk more freely. It was her desire to find out if Carmon was a lesbian. She had no idea what she was doing. In her innocence she thought anyone that masturbated the way Carmon did must be a lesbian. Her logic was too childish to understand that one biological urge did not necessarily mean that Carmon was a lesbian. Amy started telling Carmon about her sexual fantasies about masturbating. Carmon assured her that it was perfectly natural for everyone to masturbate. She stopped short of admitting that she indulged. Amy told Carmon that she didn't even know how to do it. (It was just a small lie.) Carmon began to understand what was making Amy so uncomfortable. The girl was practically begging her to seduce her. It was not that Carmon was a stranger to sex with women. When she had the desire she knew a cocktail lounge that catered to lesbians. She found it convenient to pick up a woman when she needed one to have sex with, without an emotional attachment. She didn't want her neighbors knowing that she was one. She knew there was enough talk because she had never left home. She had taken care of by her parents all of her adult life. She was an only child and had taken care of her parents until they passed away. She had inherited enough stock that she could live comfortably the rest of her life if she didn't get crazy and go on a wild buying spree. At the moment she knew that if she exposed herself to this girl it could lead to a nasty confrontation with the law. She was in no hurry to come out to the neighbors either. Amy had continued spying on Carmon every so often and watched her masturbate many times. After she had told Carmon about her masturbation fantasies she snuck into the back yard to see what Carmon would do. When Carmon entered the bedroom she followed her usual routine as she prepared for bed. This evening she must have felt particularly horny. She produced a couple of objects from the bottom drawer of he dresser. One of the pink rubber objects was a pretty good replica of a huge male penis. The second object was a conical shaped thing that reminded Amy of her mother's pestle potatoes masher she used to crush grapes to make jelly. (Amy had no idea what a butt plug was.) This evening Carmon didn't bother reading a book as she had in the past. She placed a towel on her bed and poured a liquid over the two objects. She used her right hand to spread the liquid evenly on them and wiped the excess off on her asshole and pussy. Amy was so fascinated by what she was witnessing that she was hanging onto the windowsill. She could not believe what she was seeing. Carmon assumed her position on the bed sitting on the towel and proceeded to insert the conical object into her asshole. She could not believe any asshole could stretch that much. The widest part of the thing must have been four inches across. As the object passed beyond the widest part her asshole closed in around the narrow neck of the base. The next thing Carmon did was insert the dildo into her pussy. Amy was amazed at how much she inserted. By the time she was finished she was holding the thing by the base like a rubber ball. She started fucking herself with it. Carmon was sweating while she fucked herself. Amy was not even conscious that she was sliding her hand back and forth in time with Carmon's thrusts of her toy. At first Carmon thought she was hearing a bush scraping the side of the house until she noticed that the scraping stopped when she stopped moving her hand. It took her a moment to refocus her eyes. She looked around for the source of the noise. It took her a moment to figure out that it was coming from outside. When she turned her eyes towards the window without turning her head she increased the speed of her masturbation and the noise matched her movements. There was enough light filtering in under the blinds that she could make out a dark spot the size of a head. Then she recognized the glint of eyes. It startled her so much that she jumped out of bed without a thought of the objects in her body. As she bolted for the window to see who was spying on her the dildo fell out of her pussy. The sound it made when it hit the floor was like a rubber ball that had been cut. It was a flat thumping sound. The butt plug also came out shortly after that. No one noticed at the moment that the rubber plug was streaked with her waste a little dollop of shit fell onto the floor. Carmon moved so fast what Amy stumbled over the bushes behind her as Carmon lifted the blinds by the base. She recognized Amy right away. She ran for the back door and caught Amy before she could make it over the fence. Carmon was oblivious to the fact that she was naked as she dragged Amy back into her house by the back of her blouse. She dragged her right to her bedroom. When she confronted Amy about why she was spying on her Amy broke down crying as she admitted to having watched her many times. Amy was scared that Carmon was going to tell her parents what she had been doing. But at the same time she could smell not only the perfume and powder that Carmon used she could smell the odor of Carmon's sex. She pleaded with Carmon not to tell on her. Carmon became aware just what a powerful position she had over the young teenager. She became aware of the vacancy she felt in her pussy and asshole. She told Amy, "If I don't tell your parents you have to allow me to spank you." Amy quickly agreed. Carmon moved her towel so that she could sit on the edge of her bed. As Amy assumed her position across the leg of the older woman, Carmon pulled down her shorts and panties. Carmon was thrilled at the sight of such a smooth butt. She started spanking by alternating between the two cheeks. The girl started crying and wiggling around on her naked thighs. She looked down at the two toys lying on the floor and knew the plug had traces of shit on it. Just knowing where they had been turned her on. She did not resist when Carmon spread her legs and probed her pussy and asshole. Amy had heard about the hymen and expected it to hurt when the woman stuck her fingers into her pussy. The only answer to that must have been she had broken it years ago while doing the splits in dance class or her gymnastics class. She had the most satisfying climax she had ever had. It was much stronger than when she masturbated herself. Carmon could tell when the girl climaxed. She allowed the girl to slide off of her leg. Amy was kneeling on the floor by the bed between the woman's legs. She could smell the woman's pussy. She was getting horny all over again. She picked up the dildo and smelled it before licking it like a Popsicle. Carmon watched the girl and offered no resistance when the girl inserted it into her pussy. She begged Amy to suck on her clit. Amy licked it until the labia that hooded it was forced back to exposed the hard little nugget before she placed her mouth over it and sucked on it. Her efforts were rewarded by Carmon having a quick climax. Carmon stripped all of Amy's clothes off and placed her sideways across the bed. She spread the girl's legs and admired the young pussy. The girl had a nice growth of pubic hair. She parted the pussy and checked out the young cunt. Amy could feel the woman's breath on her gaping hole. Amy was thrilled when the woman placed her mouth over her pussy and did things with her tongue that drove her to a climax like nothing she had ever experienced while masturbating herself. Eventually Amy had to clean up and get dressed to go home. They parted at the back door with kisses and promises to do it again and never talk about what took place in Carmon's home. Amy figured that she could slip over a couple of times a week without drawing attention to herself. She also figured that the best cover was for her to get her mother to meet Carmon. If her mother felt comfortable with her she could visit her more often. She told her mother that she had met Miss Clark and found her to be a very friendly woman. She asked if she could invite her over for dinner. She had deliberately chosen a week night when her father was out of town on business to invite Carmon over. On appointed evening Amy rushed down the block to knock on Carmon's front door. Carmon had been alerted to what Amy was doing and was on her best behavior. Carmon was at lest 10 years older than her mother. Just the same Carmon impressed Amy's mother with her interests. They liked the same music and movies. They even watched the same daytime soap operas. They got carried away talking about the story lines on "Days of Our Lives". Amy's mother enjoyed Carmon's company and the two of them became friends. They would visit with each other while Amy was at school. They would drink coffee and snack while watching the soaps at each other's home. When Amy's parents wanted a night out or a weekend away for themselves her mother would ask Carmon to look after Amy. That made it possible for Amy to drop by for an hour or two after school. They could make each other cum and be cleaned up before Amy's mother would get home. Amy's frequent visits did not go unnoticed by Audrey. She confronted Amy about her friendship with such a sinner. Amy assured her that she was a nice woman and everyone masturbated. Audrey carried on about her interpretation of the bible. Amy reminded her that all of the Old Testament heroes were flawed too. Just the same Audrey's friendship cooled. One day as Amy was walking home after school Audrey caught up with her and fell into step beside Amy. She was nervous and upset about something. Amy waited for Audrey to say what was on her mind. Audrey eventually started telling Amy about what was bothering her. She told Amy that the other day when she got to church after school there was a note posted on the door to the choir's practice room stating that the director had an unexpected emergency and practice was canceled. She headed for home and let herself in. She was headed to her bedroom when she had a strange feeling like the house was empty. If her mother was home the television was normally on. As she passed the entrance to the family room she saw the back of the honorable reverend sitting on their couch. She was just about to say something when she saw her mother's head come up. She wondered what her mother was doing. She moved back where she had almost a side view of the couch. She had to cover her mouth when she saw that the reverend's pants were down around his knees and her mother had his thing in her mouth. He mother was actually sucking on the thing. Audrey left the room and quietly cried her eyes out. She could not believe her own mother was a sinner and the reverend was a hypocrite too. Amy wrapped her arm around her friend's shoulders and comforted her. She assured her that no one was perfect. If she could not love and accept people even knowing that they were not perfect that she would never be able to have friends. No one could live up to her standards of perfection. Audrey started crying even more. She finally admitted that she masturbates too. Amy assured her that it was natural. She accompanied Audrey home and greeted Audrey's mother with a friendly hello but also checked out the woman more as a sexual object. The woman could not help but notice the cool greeting her daughter gave her. She had no idea that her daughter had seen her giving their minister a blowjob. He knew that her daughter was upset about something but figured that Audrey would come to her when she was ready to talk. The two girls retreated to Audrey's bedroom where they could talk. Audrey confessed that she masturbated almost every night. Amy wanted to know how Audrey did it. Audrey told her how she would lay in bed and vowing not to touch herself down there but she could not resist touching herself. She would rub her clitoris with her finger tips until she would climax. Amy was smart enough not to press the subject in the bedroom at this time. Audrey could over react or her mother could walk in on them at any time. The smartest thing was to assure her that she was normal and wait until a better time when Audrey would be more receptive to offer to teach her about sex. When Amy finally left for home Audrey was feeling a little better. Her mother came into her bedroom and sat on the bed as she asked Audrey what was bothering her. Audrey broke down crying all over. Her mother pulled her into her arms to comfort her. Audrey would have been comforted in the past being held by her mother and resting her head on her mother's ample breasts while smelling her perfumed body. Today she could only see the wanton face of her mother with her mouth open and filled with the cock of their minister in her mouth. The front of her mother's simple cotton dress was getting soaking wet from her tears. Her mother had on a thin stretchable bra under the dress. Audrey could feel her mother's nipple pressed against her cheek. She had a strange sexual desire that she could not resist at that moment. She started telling her mother about what she had seen the day before. Her mother was shocked to finds out that her beloved daughter had seen her sucking the cock of their married minister. All she could say was that she was a weak vessel that could not resist sex. While she was stroking her daughter's hair she felt her daughter's mouth cover her nipple and start sucking on it through her clothing. The two of them started clawing at each other's clothes covering their pussies. In their haste to get at each other's pussy, they just pulled the panties aside. They masturbated each other until they both climaxed. Audrey's mother was first to cum. They eventually straightened up their clothes and her mother left the room. They were both embarrassed to look at each other for a couple of days. Audrey had to tell someone about what happened for assurance that she was not a bad person. She called Amy on the phone and told her what happened. Amy was so turned on she was rubbing her pussy while Audrey told her every detail. Amy started secretly plotting how she was going to hook Audrey and her mother up with Carmon and herself. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com