Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2018 16:50:02 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Moving to San Francisco Adult youth, oral, anal, F/F, 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 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Moving to San Francisco By Jan My name is Gina, and I come from a fifth- generation Italia-American family living in the Napa Valley wine country of northern California. I couldn't stand living the old Italian family traditions. There were only two topics of conversation in our homes, the effects of weather on the vines and children. I chose to go to the University of California at Berkeley (GO BEARS). I chose to major in Business and Computer Science. When I graduated, I had a choice of working in one of several computer companies located in the Silicon Valley, or banking and investment companies in San Francisco. As attractive as the computer companies are they can be as outdated as last year's newspaper as quickly as they rise. I chose banking because I could be assured of lasting job. I deliberately bought a flat with a low interest rate close to down town, so that should I change jobs it would be in the same area. The flats in the upper floors are more expensive, and should the elevators fail it is a long hike, so I bought on the third floor. It did have a decent view, but there was no guarantee that another high rise would not be built in front of my building that would block my view. There were only two flats on my floor. I had plenty of space, and settled in nicely. I only went home for special occasions, because I hated being reminded how many children my siblings had already. Being a thirty-year-old single woman with no children is unforgivable in my family. Eventually the other flat was occupied, but I didn't see much of them. Occasionally I might be on the elevator with them, and exchange casual pleasantries. The other flat was occupied by a blonde headed woman I assumed was close to forty years old, with her teenaged daughter. I guessed her age to be between 15 and 17. The woman was attractive enough, but had a look about her that reflected a hard life. Behind her glasses I saw a face that could have been a stripper or hooker. The girl was a streaked blonde like her mother, but didn't really resemble the older woman. I simply figured that she favored her father. It was also obvious that there were just the two of them. One afternoon when I was on the elevator with just the older woman, she struck up a conversation with me. She introduced herself as Roberta Brooks, but added her friends always called her Robbie. I was obliged to tell her that my name was Gina Pertrosonie. She was very excited because she had assumed that I was Italian. She said, "Vickie and I were debating over you being Italian or French. She told me that she was hosting a hen party this weekend, and she hoped that the noise would not disturb me, or if you are liberal minded enough to accept her friends I might like to join the party. I was curious about the statement and wondered what kind of friends she had, and asked her what kind of friends she had. She paused and said that her friends are all lesbians with special tastes. I had engaged in some lesbian activities while in college, so going to a party for lesbians didn't bother me at all, so I told her I was available this weekend, what should I wear? She assured me that dress was casual, and the party didn't get started until about 7:00pm. We parted way in the lobby of our floor. When Friday arrived, I wondered what I should wear. The first thing I selected was my two-inch black platform pumps. Then I selected matching black lace bra and thong panties, because there would not be a pantie line. Since I was only crossing the lobby of our floor I didn't have to go out into the night air, so I selected my black linen boot legged slacks. I have to admit that I enjoyed the way the tight fit showed off my butt and camel toe. The last thing I pulled out was a silver bolero blouse. It would allow my sexy bra to show through the blouse. To accent the look, I chose black pearls ear rings and two strand ropes. The last thing I thought about was a good bottle of wine from my family's vineyard. When I rang the doorbell, I had expected to be listening to noisy music, but it was actually quiet. I wondered if I had arrived too early. Robbie answered the door and welcomed me with open arms, even kissing my cheek. She thanked me for the wine, and escorted me into her home. As she led me to the wet bar to de-cork the bottle, I scanned the large room. It was a mirror-emerge of my flat. There was plenty of space for parties. I noticed that there were at least ten women, ranging in age from thirties to fifties. Some of them were wearing too much makeup in a vain attempt to hide the age lines. One in particular must have been the oldest woman at the party and stood out because she was wearing a red velvet dress with a very large wide brimmed hat cocked to one side of the back of her head. It framed her obviously dyed red hair. Red haired women should never wear red. There was also at least as many young girls. I would say the girls ranged in age from as young as 12 to 18 years old. Some of them were wearing the typical pleated skirts and blazers of private schools. Others were dressed more mature than would be appropriate for their age. You just don't expect to see a girl about 15 wearing a black sheath dress with a plunging neckline and back. At the far end of the spacious room there was soft dance music playing, that would not interfere with conversation. There were a couple of older women dancing to the slow music with younger girls. There were also a couple of teenagers dancing with other girls. It was interesting the way they were clinging to each other. They were holding each other's butts, and they were kissing very ardently. I began to understand what the special tastes were that Robbie had been referring to. Her friends were obviously attracted to young girls. My attention was drawn back to Robbie as she uncorked the bottle. She smelled the cork, and commented, "Very nice nose. She poured a small amount into a wine glass and smelled it again while allowing the wine to breathe, before she took a sip. She commented on the fruity taste. I assured her that it was from a good vintage from Napa. (I didn't want to sound pretentious by adding that it was from my family's vineyard.) She filled two glasses with a generous portion of the wine. She took me by the arm and we strolled around the room and she introduced me to the other guests. I couldn't help notice the possessive way some of the women were clinging to their girls. I assumed some of them were mother daughters, but some of them were obviously not related. I couldn't bring myself to ask about their relationships. Some of the women and a few girls were smoking enough that the room was smoke filled. There were a couple of them that were also toking on obvious handmade reefers. One older woman took a drag, held it until she sputtered, after exhaling she took another drag and placed her lips over the mouth of a sweet looking teenager, and blew the smoke into the girl's lungs. When they finished the weed the older woman was hugging the girl, and felt her up. The girl that I had assumed was Robbie's daughter approached me. She took my glass from me, and took a long sip. She had to stand on tip toe to place her hand on the back of my neck and pull my head down so that she could kiss me on the mouth. It shocked me the way she was so familiar with me. I quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed. If anyone had noticed they didn't give a damned. In fact, I witnessed most of the women were kissing and feeling up the girls. Even the comical looking woman with the big hat had a girl young enough to be her granddaughter sitting on her lap. She had the girls blouse open and was sucking on one the girl's nipples, while she had a hand shoved under the girl's skirt. She was obviously masturbating the girl, judging by the expression on the girl's face. I looked for Robbie and she was kissing one of the younger women, and one of the very young girls was on her knees in front of her lifting Robbie's dress. Robbie was not wearing any panties. I saw the dark tangle of pubic hair before my view was blocked by the back of the sweet looking young girl's blonde hair. I asked Vickie, "Are all of your parties like this?" Vickie smiled demurely, "Robbie does like to party with both women and girls!" "Isn't your mother upset with you kissing other women?" Vickie smiled as if I had said something humorous. "Robbie is not my mother. My mother is a drunken barfly from Stockton. I got tired of her drunken boyfriends molesting me, so I ran away. I was living on the streets for a couple of months near the bus station, one-day Robbie found me and offered to buy me dinner. While I was wolfing down the food she offered to wash my filthy clothes, and allow me to have a hot bath. She brought me home and she washed my clothes, while I soaked in her perfumed water in her tub. When I got out of the tub she dried me off with a big soft bath towel, and told me that my clothes were not dry yet. While they were drying she stared feeling me up. I enjoyed the way she did it! I have been living with ever since." I was shocked to hear her story, but had to ask, "Are you satisfied with the arrangement?" Vickie said, "I'm happy with it, but Robbie is more excited about the chase than having a long-term relationship. It is about time she passed me on to another woman. When I saw you, I told her that I wanted to be with you! That is why she invited you the party." During the conversation, I noticed that both women and girls had shed their clothes. There were couples all over the place hugging, kissing, feeling, and there were a lot of them sucking tits and pussies. I just stood there as Vickie unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my breasts by pulling them over the top of the nylon brassier. She claimed one nipple with her mouth and the other one with her hand. I found myself stroking the back of her hair. I'm not an exhibitionist by nature, but I could not bring myself to stop Vicki from molesting me. The sight of all of these women sucking the girl's pussies was very erotic. I could even smell the odor of the pussies closest to us. My pussy was getting wet. I was glad I had chosen black pants. Vickie pleaded, "Please take me to your place, so that I can show you how much I want to be yours!" "Won't Robbie be upset with your absence?" She waved her hand in the direction of Robbie, and by that time Robbie was lying on a couch and the young girl was sitting on her face, while a woman was eating her pussy. "She won't miss me for hours." We made our exit. I didn't even bother covering my tits as we crossed the lobby from the flat. Inside Vickie virtually pulled me to my own bedroom. She had been wearing a very sexy tight-fitting cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. She was not wearing a brassiere, so it was a simple matter to pull the material aside to expose delicious little breasts. The sight of her breasts was enough to make my mouth water. I just had to feel them, and suck on her nipples. We fell upon the bed and started struggling with the removal of each other's clothes. Her high heeled pumps fell to the floor with a thump. When I lifted her dress up, she was also minus underwear. Her little clamshell of a pussy had been shaved, leaving only a little tuft of light blonde hair on her Mons pupis. There were already traces of a creamy fluid moistening her vaginal labia major. I couldn't resist getting down between her legs and smelling the musky aroma of her young pussy. I used my fingers to spread her pussy open, so that I could inspect her pussy. Her little clitoris was reddish and inflamed like she had recently been masturbating. I sucked on it until she was moaning. She grabbed my hair with both hand and ground my face into the folds of her pussy. I couldn't breathe through my nose because the mucus-like fluid was filling my nose. When Vickie had her orgasm., she screamed out her joy. I moved up on the bed and cradled her in my arms very protectively. We lay there hugging and kissing while her heart slowed down to a normal plus rate. Vickie was the one that rolled over and started removing my slacks, blouse, bra, pumps, and the panties. She was impressed with my thong, and smelled the crotch before she removed it. I had never been one to worry about what my pussy looked like, but I did shave any excess hair that would protrude out from under my panties. Vickie ran her fingers through my hairs before she went down on it. She turned out to be far more skilled at oral sex than any girl I had ever had sex with. Robbie was obviously a good teacher. I quickly had a strong orgasm. While I recovered, we talked while hugging each other. I wanted to know more about her relationship with Robbie, and why she wanted me to become her lover. Vickie told me that I could become her legal guardian. I asked her how that could happen. She informed me that Robbie was actually a social worker and had gotten my drunken mother to sign the appropriate paperwork to make me a ward of the State. She can submit the proper paperwork to make you my legal guardian. She told me that she was already enrolled in a private school. She added that there were about six girls like her enrolled at the school. There are only a few faculty members that know about the true relationship between the girls and the guardians. "Remember the woman that was entertaining Robbie as we left?" "Yes!" "Well she is the principal of the school. The girl that was eating Robbie's face is the ward of the principal." All of this was a bit much to take in. I had to think about this, after all how was I going to explain becoming the foster mother to a teenaged blonde headed girl. My parents never came to the city, but some of my siblings and cousins visited me occasionally while seeing sports events or special performances. Vickie saw the expression on my face, and gave me a big smile, "I can behave properly in public!" I had to ask do you have one of those cute little school uniforms?" "Of course, I do! Would you like me to run back across the hall to put mine on?" "That won't be necessary tonight." and kissed her on the lips. I had assumed that she was 15 or 16 years old, but it dawned on me to ask. "How old are you, honey?" Vickie gave me a mischievous smile, and stuck her finger into my pussy before answering, "I'm 13 years old!" I couldn't believe a girl with her figure was so young. She added, "I developed very young. It may have been a result of all those men molesting me at a young age, hell I was only 10 years old the first time I was fucked." We spent the night in bed making love almost nonstop. In the morning, I made coffee and toast before we made our way across the hall to Robbie's. Vickie didn't even bother putting her dress back on. She just carried it and her pumps in her hands. We found girls and women sprawled all over the place. Some were just getting up. They were making their way to the bathrooms to freshen up. Robbie emerged from her bedroom with her arm around a very young-looking girl. They were both naked, and the girl barely had bumps for breasts on her chest, and her little vulva was bald. It was obvious that Robbie did prefer under aged girls. After the guests got dressed and made their exits Vickie told Robbie that I had agreed to become her foster mother. Robbie was very excited and assured me that she would have all of the paperwork finished in a couple of days. We packed up all of Vickie's belongings and moved them into one of my guest rooms. Robbie did have good taste in clothes. Just the same I felt it necessary to take her shopping for more clothes. If Vickie had her way she would have bought clothes more fitting for hooker. I made sure we got age appropriated attire for her. I did allow her to have a few things to wear around the house that were more erotic. I let my family know about my becoming a foster mother, and took her home to introduce her to my family. She became an instant hit with the family. They accepted her without regard of the fact that she was obviously not Italian. Vickie was overwhelmed by the size of my extended family. The boys all flirted with her relentlessly and the girls were fascinated with her blonde hair. It was a welcome relief to get back to the city, and let our hair down. We spent the night eating pussy over and over. I had to let my bosses know I was becoming a foster mother. They were thrilled for me, and assured me that I could take all of the time needed to finish the paperwork. True to her word Robbie had all of the paperwork ready for signing in a couple of days. We went to the school to make sure the school that I was registered as her legal guardian. The principal gave me the guided tour of the school. I was impressed with the facilities, and was enthralled with all of the girls in the pleated, plaid skirts, white knee socks, clean white blouses, with ties that matched the skirts and blue blazers with the official school logo on the breast pocket. Robbie and I had tea with the principal. I couldn't help studying her. The last time I had seen her she was naked and eating Robbie pussy. She was all business looking at work. There was no hint of impropriety in the way she was dressed and behaved. Before we said our goodbyes, she suggested that the all of us get together soon for a party. She even told Robbie that if she didn't have a new girl handy, she could bring along a girl for her. That was the start of my new way of life. I was going to bed every night with the smell of Vickie's pussy in my nose. I made a point to wake up early enough to suck her pussy before we had to go to school and work. Most weekends were parties with a group of other women that shared their girls with everyone. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.