Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 08:23:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: My First Love (lesbian/adult youth, g/F, g/FF)

Warning:

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
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                    My First love
                        By
                       Jan

	Pauline was the second wife of one of my uncles,
on my mother's side of the family.  I met her shortly
before my uncle married her.  I thought she was the
perfect lady in every way.  She was a real-estate
broker and actually made more money than my uncle
most years.  She sold high end properties and
commercial properties.  She could make a million
dollars on a single sale of a ten story condominium.
Everything about her impressed me, especially the
way she always dressed.

	She was always impeccably dressed for every
occasion.  At work she wore business suits, never
white shoes after Labor Day.  At cocktail parties she
was always a standout.  Men always gathered around
her like flowers attract bees.  Some women befriend
her just to bask in her afterglow, while other women
hated her, because they envy everything about her.
Pauline always remained aloof, as if she didn't
recognize the adoration or the animosity she
attracted.

	I was just a snotty nosed kid when I met her.  I
hated everything about myself at the time.  I hated
the name my parents had given me.  Kristy sounds so
prissy.  My hair was straight, coarse, and had the
luster of oily rope.  I weighted too much, and looked
like a boy with budding tits.  I felt as if I was the
ugliest thing on earth.  Every pimple was a disaster.  I
envied all of those girls in school that boys did all
kinds of foolish stunts to impress them.

	When I met Pauline I couldn't believe it when
she befriended me.  She seemed to enjoy my company
for some unknown reason.  She started taking me
shopping with her.  She bought me clothes, and took
me to her gym, so that I could work out with her.
She took me to lunch and ordered for me.  I learned
to enjoy the food she ordered just to please her.  I
was unaware that I was trimming down to a size
commensurate with my height and age.  She took me
to her beauty parlor.  I thought it was a waste of
time, but when I looked in the mirror after they
finished with my face and hair, I didn't recognize the
girl looking at me in the mirror.  I actually looked
attractive.  They had lightened up my hair, so that
there were varying shades of blonde over my natural
light brown hair.

	When we left the beauty shop she took me for a
ride in her convertible.  She called my parents on her
cell-phone to ask if she could take me with her up the
coast to look at a property she was putting on the
market.

	With my parents approval she drove us up the
coast to a small little resort community.  It was
exciting to ride in an open convertible sports car.  To
me the smell of the ocean air was so clean.  She
bought us dinner in a little roadside restaurant on the
way up the coast.  She even bought us some sort of a
flaming dessert that tasted of caramelized corn
flakes and vanilla ice-cream laced with rum.  After
the meal it was just a short drive to the property,
and it was almost dark as we drove up the gravel
driveway.

	The house looked like it should belong to a
movie star or a very rich businessman.  I had only
seen pictures like it in magazines or on TV.  As we
drove up we passed a garage with three double doors.
I was sure that it would hold at least six vehicles.
The entrance to the house looked like something out
of a fairytale movie.  I could picture Cinderella
running down the stairs, and losing one of her glass
slippers.

	The house had a funny musty smell because it
had been locked up for a long time.  Inside the six
foot wide double doors were spiral staircases to the
right and left of the door.  We explored every room
in the house, while she recorded selling points on her
i-pad.  I counted no less than eight bedrooms and nine
bathrooms.  The kitchen was as large a restaurant's.
There was a walk in refrigerator and a deep freezer
larger than anything I had ever seen.  There was a
marble confectionary table with a southern exposure
in the kitchen for the pastry cooks to make candy
and other confectionary delicacies for the residents
of the house during the morning hours when the
temperature and humidity were just right.  From the
second floor bedrooms we could see the manicured
English garden.  I stood there stunned by the
opulence and beauty of the property.

	When I asked what the place would cost, Pauline
told me that it was going on the market for 40
million, but would probably sell for 35 million.

	She asked me if I would like to sleep with her in
the master bedroom.  I couldn't believe that she and
I were going to sleep together in this house.  Of
course I agreed.

	We opened the door to the master bedroom and
passed a door to a walk-in closet larger than most
people's living-rooms.  There was a bathroom fit for a
king, walk in shower, and tub was almost big enough to
swim in.  I had never actually seen a bathroom with
both a toilet and a bidet.  The double sinks had vanity
mirrors with halo lighting.  When we returned to the
bedroom I was struck by how huge the bed was.  And
there was a recliner sofa facing the balcony sliding
glass door.  The occupants could step out onto a
balcony overlooking the garden and swimming pool.
They could even move a bed out there to sleep
outdoors on balmy nights.

	Pauline was dressed in a very stylish business
suit of polished steel gray silk material with white
borders around the lapels and pockets.  Her high
heeled pumps were steel shanked three inches high in
steel gray with white accent stripes.  She had a little
pill box grey and while hat pinned to her hair.  The
skirt was short enough to show off some of her dark
nylon thighs.

	When she removed her jacket and hung it on
the wooden valet, I saw that she had on a body
stocking that went all the way up to her tits.  She
unfastened the skirt and stepped out of it.  She hung
the skirt on the valet too, before facing me with her
legs spread.  She didn't have on a bra or panties.
There was just something about seeing her naked
body through the nylon body stocking that was so
erotic.

	Her breasts were at least a 38C with pink
areolas, and her nipples stretched the nylon so thin
that I could see every bump.  With her legs spread
her dark pubic hair that was shaved into a triangle
was visible through the doubled crotch on the body
stocking.  She rubbed her crotch before she helped
me get undressed.

	She unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it out of
my skirt before taking it off of my arms.  She placed
it on the valet as well.  Then she unfastened my skirt,
and pulled it down my legs, so that I could step out of
it.  She put it on top of my blouse.  Then she pulled
my full slip over my head.  All I had on was my panties
and flats with petty socks.  She knelt before me and
pulled my feet out of my shoes and socks, before she
rolled my panties down my hips.

	I couldn't believe that she was admiring my
body, as if my body was as beautiful as hers.  Her
head was right in front of my crotch as she leaned
forward and kissed me right on my pussy.  Her kiss
made me almost pee.  The thrill of my first pussy kiss
made my head spin.

	She picked me up bodily and placed me in the
middle of the bed.  I lay there on my back watching
her roll that body stocking down her body until she
was able to sit down and remove it from her feet one
leg at a time.  Just the sight of her naked body was
almost beyond my ability to absorb.  I thought she
was the most beautiful woman on earth.  She mounted
the bed and asked, "How much do you love me?"

	I stammered, "I love you more than anything!"

	"I'm going to ask you to prove that statement by
doing things you never dreamed of before!"

	"I will do anything!"

	"We will see about that!"

	She placed her hands under her breasts and
offered them to me.  I placed my hands on both of
them before I claimed one with my mouth.  I used my
fingers to play with the other nipple.  She started to
feel my small breasts while I sucked on her tits.

	At some point she reached down and rubbed my
pussy.  It felt so damned good.   When she pulled her
tit from my mouth I regretted it.  She bent over and
smelled my pussy before kissing it.  It didn't take
long for her to make me cum with her mouth and
tongue.  As soon as I recovered I knew I had to do
the same thing to her pussy.

	She lay on her back while resting her head on a
pillow.  I rested my head on her arm near her armpit.
I could smell her perfume.  Pauline was the only
person I knew that could afford Elizabeth Taylor's
White Diamond perfume.  Her perfume didn't cover
up the aroma of her sweaty armpits.  I can't even
describe how much the smell of her armpit turned me
on.  I turned my head towards her so that my nose
was resting against her left breast.  When I felt my
pussy dripping from the smell of her body I rolled
over on top of her body.  I straddled her left thigh
with my legs and rubbed my pussy against her thigh.

	Being so much shorter than her my head was
just level with her magnificent breasts.  I molded
them with my hands as if they were modeling clay.  I
felt like I had power over her because with every
manipulation of her tits Pauline would respond with a
satisfied moan.  I covered them with wet kisses, and
sucked on them like a hungry animal.  Pauline couldn't
hold still.  The more she thrashed around the more it
excited me.

	I knew the next thing I had to do.  I shimmied
down the length of her tall body until my face was
level with her pussy.  I still had my legs wrapped
around her left leg, and my pussy was on her shin.  I
rested my chin on her pubic bone and looked up at her
beautiful eyes.  I could feel her pubic hair under my
chin.  When she smiled at me, I moved my face
downward until I could find her clit with my mouth.
When I started sucking on her clit, she placed both
hands on top of my head.  When I moved my mouth
down to her pussy opening I smashed my nose against
her clit.  Pauline was calling out my name over and
over.  Kristine never sounded so good to be before.

	Having sucked her pussy until she had an orgasm
I couldn't resist spreading her legs wider, so that I
could smell and lick her asshole.

	I don't know why I did that but there was just
something about letting her know that I loved
everything about her.  The act of sticking my tongue
into her asshole caused Pauline to cum again.
Afterwards I slithered back up her body.  Both of
our faces were covered with pussy juice.  I smelled
my own cunt while I kissed her.  I spent a long time
sticking my tongue into her mouth. And when she
stuck her tongue into my mouth I sucked on it.

	We repeated sucking each other a couple of
more times before we fell asleep in each other's
arms.  I woke up several times during the night.  I
couldn't believe how much I was in love with Pauline.  I
didn't move for fear of waking her up.  I didn't want
to bring an end to the moment.

	The morning sum warmed up the room even
though the drapes were drawn.  I woke up but
couldn't bring myself to move.  When Pauline opened
her eyes, our noses were almost touching.  I could
smell her morning breath, but would never mention
the odor to her. She kissed me, and commented, "I
got' a pee.  I had to disengage my body from hers
before she could get up.

	I followed her into the bathroom where she sat
on the toilet while I sat on the bidet.  When we
finished emptying our bladders, Pauline flushed the
bidet.  It shocked me when the water jet splashed
against my crotch.  She chuckled at my expression
and outcry.  She not only wiped herself, she wiped my
pussy and butt.  She made the bed before we got
dressed.  She locked up the house carefully before
we left.

	It wasn't until we were on the road that I
realized just how hungry I was.  She had put the top
up on the car to protect us from the morning chill off
the ocean.  When we got to town she pulled into a
restaurant parking lot.  She bought us a large
breakfast, and no meal had ever tasted as good.

	Pauline and I did our best to appear normal, but
anyone with half a brain could tell that I was
consumed by puppy love over her.

	For weeks on end all we could steal were kisses
and an occasional finger fucking.

	My uncle told Pauline that he would have to visit
one of the company's offices.  He was going to have
to inspect the books, because they were either
mismanaging the office or someone was cooking the
books.  Pauline showed him the appropriate amount of
disappointment.

	As soon as he was on the plane she asked my
parent's if I could keep her company during her
husband's absence.  It was during summer vacation, so
my parents had no objections.  I packed a bag and
waited impatiently for her to pick me up.

	When Pauline pulled up our driveway I ran to
meet her.  When we got to her home she made me
unpack my bag in the guest bedroom, just in case
visitors should come calling even though I was going
to sleep in her bed.  That night was something to
remember.

	We bathed together before bed.  She turned on
a red nightlight that filled the bedroom with a pink
glow that was almost magical.  She pulled back the
covers and neatly folded them at the foot of the bed
before we cuddled up together on top of the fitted
sheet.  We took our time making love to each other.
There was no rush we had plenty of time to enjoy
each other.

	I inspected every inch of her body because I
wanted to know every mark.  The toes on her feet
were squeezed together from years of wearing
pointed toed high heeled pumps.  I made note of
every scar she had acquired growing up.  There was a
mark on the bridge of her nose where a boy had hit
her with the rim of a coke can in the third grade,
because he liked her.  Little dimpled scars on her
knees from the time she fell on road pavement while
learning how to roller-skate.  Other than that her
flesh was flawless.  I could look into her eyes all night
long, but I also wanted to taste her pussy.  Only
Pauline wanted to show me how much she loved me
first.

	I loved the smell of her hair as she made love to
me.  Her hair cascaded over my chest as she sucked
on my nipples.  When she went down on my pussy I
locked her head between my thighs.  I held her there
until I had a strong orgasm that left me breathless.
I released her head and lay there while I caught my
breath.

	Pauline rolled me over and pulled me up into a
praying position, like a good little Muslim.  She parted
my butt with her hands and licked my pussy again,
only her nose was digging into my asshole.  Before
long she was licking my asshole and forcing her
pointed tongue into my asshole.  I had another
orgasm quickly.  I dedicated myself to her that night
as we made love over and over.

	One afternoon the phone rang and when she
answered it I heard her call the person Clara.  I
couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy.  After the
call she told me to get dressed we were going to visit
her best friend.  I wasn't happy about it, but I
couldn't refuse her.

	When we arrived at the destination a woman
Pauline's age met us at the door.  They hugged and
she kissed Pauline on the mouth.  I bit my lip.  Then
the woman turned to me as Pauline introduced Clara
to me.  She took me in her arms and kissed me on the
mouth too.  She was still clinging to me as she said, "I
see why you haven't called in months.  She is
absolutely beautiful, Pauline!"

	As we entered her home they took turns telling
me how they had known each other since pre-school.
Pauline told me that they had learned about sex from
each other.  They had even got married within months
of each other.  Clara had been Pauline's maid of honor
and Pauline had been her matron of honor.

	As much as I resented her being Pauline's lover
I couldn't help admiring her good looks.  She dressed
just as fashionably as Pauline.  If anything her
breasts were even larger.

	Pauline asked about her husband, and was told
that it was his poker night with the boys.  He would
not be home until after midnight.  With that Clara led
us to a guest room.  Pauline stood behind me and
began removing my clothes, while Clara sat on the bed
admiring my body as it was exposed.

	I was very embarrassed to be standing there in
front of a strange woman, and did my best to shield
my breasts with my left forearm and my pussy with
my right hand.

	Pauline wasn't having any of it.  She pulled my
arms down to my sides.  She even used her feet to
spread my legs, so that Clara could admire my pussy.

	Clara did have some very nice things to say
about my pussy.  She even reached out and took hold
of my hips as she pulled me to her.  She kissed my
pussy.  While she sat there eating my pussy, Pauline
set about taking off her own clothes.  It didn't take
long before I felt her soft tits poking me in the back.
The next thing I knew Clara was eating my pussy and
Pauline was rimming my asshole.  I have to admit I
had one of the strongest climaxes of my life.  Pauline
and I set about undressing Clara after I recovered.

	Clara had big soft tits with pink areolas and
nipples.  She was a natural blonde, but her pubic hair
was a strawberry blonde color.  I hadn't expected
what Clara wanted.  She wanted Pauline to fuck her
with a strap-on dildo while I sat on her face.  Every
thrust of Pauline's hips drove Clara's head further
under my crotch.  I was getting my pussy and asshole
licked with each shove.  I think Clara came before
me.

	Clara and I fought over which one of us was
going to fuck Pauline.  It was only fair that I fuck her
while Clara sat on her face.  Every good thing has to
come to an end.  The three of us had the bed made
quickly before we made our exit.

	Before the month came to an end Clara and I
became good friends.  Pauline also announced that she
was going to have a baby in six mouths.  I was
thinking about getting to find out what mother's milk
tasted like but that is another story.


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