Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2017 21:15:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Molding (Lesbian/Beginnings, oral, anal, f/F) Beginnings, oral, anal, f/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Molding By Jan My name is Beverly and I come from a family that is just hard working people. We are not members of the beautiful people. We wouldn't know a good bottle of wine from Welch's grape juice. My female relatives don't visit beauty parlors or have their nails manicured. We are uncomfortable wearing high heeled pumps and have very few dresses suitable for formal occasions. Our children are just as attractive as any, but the males grow up working hard and are known for drinking and fighting, so they have scared faces at a young age. The females get married young and have children at a young age. They grow old before their time. Some of them were pretty enough to be the home coming queens in high school, and look like they are sixty by the age of forty. In my case I was an angelic looking brunette as a child. I was truly an innocent girl, even after I entered puberty I had only a rudimentary knowledge of how children were conceived. I can't say I was pretty, but I feel I was reasonably attractive. I just didn't have self-confidence or self-esteem enough to have an outgoing personality. The boys that were attracted to me were also the shy type that were also reluctant, to make their feelings known. When I entered junior high and the popular girls were dating boys I was not being asked out. When most girls were being introduced to sex by their own curiosity with boyfriends, girlfriends or relatives I was oblivious to it all. When I was a fourteen-year-old freshman in high school everything changed for me. I happened to be interested in clay pottery. There was no class at school, so I sought out a local artisan, named Alison, and asked her to teach me. There was some reluctance because she was busy making a living. She worked with a pottery wheel. She pointed out that I would have to come up with my own wheel, because she wasn't prepared to teach a novice. I had a little money of my own. It took me a little time to find a used old fashioned foot powered pottery wheel under two-hundred dollars. Alison reluctantly agreed to let me setup my wheel in her studio and allowed me to visit her shop after school. She was busy with her own work, but she would help me after she had put her own items in kiln. She was very helpful and very professional about teaching me the skills necessary to become a true artisan. Over the course of a few months we developed a true friendship. I admired her skill as an artisan, but she was not the kind of woman to be attractive to people. Alison was about forty-five-years-old, and a very plump woman. She was about five-feet six feet tall, and weighted more than two-hundred pounds. She was always wearing blue jeans, cotton work shirts and often a rubberized apron. Her hair was always a mess and crusted with clay dust. I never saw her with makeup on. I never thought much about her looks because she was my teacher and friend. As my skills improved she would often hug me when one of my pots emerged from the kiln good enough for her to display them for sale alongside of hers. One evening after a particular pot came out particularly good she picked me up hugged and kissed me. We celebrated with bottles of cold beer. While we sat on an empty wooden table cross legged sipping our beers the subject of sex came up. I admitted that I was a virgin and dismissed the subject claiming that I was not the kind of girl that attracts the attention of boys. She was amused and assured me that I was a pretty girl, and that it was a shame that boys didn't recognize how attractive I was. I brought up the fact that I had never seen her interact with anyone outside of business. I asked her if she had a boyfriend, and she chuckled. "Honey, I have no use for males at all." I asked, "What do you mean? "Would it disturb you if I tell you that I'm a lesbian?" "I'm not sure; I'm not sure I know what being a lesbian is all about." Alison gave me a strange look, as if she couldn't believe me. "I have girlfriends that I make love to!" "I understand that, but how do women make love to women?" "Women can make love to each other much like men do, except we tend to be much more oral." "How can women fuck each other? They don't have a penis like males!" She smiled at me like an ignorant child. "If women want to fuck each other like a man they can use a variety of different kinds of dildos. Some very life like either hand held; some plain other with electric motors, some that can be strapped on. The added feature is they never go soft before the female being fucked gets off!" The humor of her statement was wasted on me. She kissed me and said, "There is nothing more to say! I will have to show you what it's like to have sex with a woman!" I didn't say anything while she started undressing me. I recognized that a pottery knee high studio table would not be the ideal place to have sex on. The table and floor is always covered with the gray dust of dry pottery clay. I could feel the power covering my naked backside as I lay on the table. Alison lifted my legs up and bent my knees so that she could spread them open. I had never thought about shaving my pubic hair before. (I had looked upon my hair as proof that I was a woman.) She lay on top of my body and started kissing me and squeezing my tits. They were not all that big at fourteen years of age. Alison didn't mind the fact that some clay dust were on them as she started sucking on my nipples. I was overwhelmed with a flood of feelings. She eventually moved down the table to get between my legs. She started licking my pussy, and she was driving me crazy with her mouth. Somehow she managed to get my clitoris into her mouth and sucked on it like a nipple. I didn't understand what was happening when I had an orgasm. When I recovered Alison started licking my vagina before she stuck two fingers into my vagina. There was some pain when she pierced by hymen, and I complained about the pain. Alison assured me that it wouldn't last long. She returned to sucking on my clit while she finger fucked me. It took a little while before I had a second orgasm. The end result was I blacked out for a short time and when I recovered my body was quivering uncontrollably. When the quivering subsided I felt so relaxed that my limbs felt like they were made of lead. Alison got off the table and started removing her own clothes, as I sat up to watch her. She had removed her apron before she made love to me, so she started removing her shirt. I was mesmerized by her body. She had a thick body with strong arms. There was a substantial amount of dark hairs on her forearms and under her armpits. Her breasts were large and like empty bladders sagging almost to her waist. Her areolas and nipples were located at the bottom and pointed at the floor. She paused long enough to remover her shoes and socks. While she was bent over taking off her shoes, her sagging breasts swayed like pendulums before she stood up to unfasten her blue jeans. Her jeans were covered with clay dust as she pulled them down and stepped out of them. Her thick legs were unshaved, but where her calves rubbed against her jeans the hairs were rubbed off. She was wearing unflattering underwear commonly called granny panties. They were baggy in the back and stained in the crotch. When she removed them I saw that she must have shaved her pubic hair at some time, but there was stubble sticking out proving that her pubic hair trailed down the inside of her thighs. I was fascinate looking at her crotch because I had never seen a woman that had labia minor lips dangling beyond their pussy opening like rubber folds of excess skin. The folds were like cauliflower and were the color of flesh and gray at the ends of the shin. While I was looking at her she pulled me back down on my back with my head near the edge of the table. I was looking up at her cunt and smelling her musky odor as she actually mounted my head. She lowered her body until her pussy covered my mouth and nose like a gasmask. She had a clitoris that stuck out like a three inch penis. I was able to suck on it like she had done to my nipples. She made a lot of complementary comments about my skills at sucking her clit. My mouth was being coated with her slimy juice. I had to swallow her juice or choke. She got so excited that she rotated her hips until her cunt over my mouth. I delved into her wet cunt with my tongue. Then she backed away long enough to turn around and backed up to sit on my face. She held my hair and ground her asshole against my mouth. As nasty as it may sound I found the way she dominated me and ground her asshole into my mouth very exciting. At one point she decided to reverse our positions. She pulled me to my feet and she lay on her back and pulled me on top of her. When I picked up one of her breasts with both hands the soft flesh molded over my hands like a rubber balloon filled with rice. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, as I pulled my head back stretching her tit out until I released the nipple. I licked the other tit and did the same thing to it, before going down on her. The stubble of her pubic hair was like rubbing my face on the face of my old grandfather. My cheeks and chin were red after a short time. It was actually fun sucking on her clit like it was a penis. It took a long time to make her have an orgasm but eventually she cried out, "I'm cumming!" We got dressed and I went home to think about what had happened. I had a hard time going to sleep, so I resorted to masturbating until I had several orgasms before I fell asleep. My afternoons after school became even more educational after that. My pottery began selling every bit as well as Alison's, and our sex life got even better. I truly loved her. One day a woman entered the shop and took one look at me and said, "Alison, you dirty old bitch! Now I see why you have not been seen lately!" Alison responded, "Polly, this is Beverly, my apprentice! Beverly, this is Polyline, an old friend. She owns a glass blowing studio." It didn't take much imagination to recognize that these two women were probably lovers. As it turned out Polly wasn't jealous at all. I was welcomed into the local gay community by all of her friends. When I graduated from college we became partners in business, and my family had to come to grips with the fact that we were going to live together as a married couple before our State approved same sex marriage. We were partners in everything we owned to insure family members could exclude either of us should either of us from controlling our joint wealth should one of us pass away. Alison was a jealous lover, but she included me in her relationships with other lesbian women. If we chose to date another woman she wanted to be included in the bedroom. We occasionally had three- ways and sometimes four people involved. 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