Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2016 04:24:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: An Older Woman Turned Me Out (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F Warning: Adult Youth, 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. 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 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. An Older Turned Me Out By Jan I am an English girl that came from a small family. I originally came from Catton a few miles from Hexham and the nearest city is Newcastle. My sister was 8 years older than me. We were 6 and 14 when our father left home. I quit school at 15, and my sister was married and had two children by that time. I had a boring life. I had mousey brown coloured hair cut a bit short when I first met Kathy, now it's blondish, and I was about 5ft 2 inches tall and weighed about 9 stones. I'm at least a stone heaver now. I got a job working in a little shop, but the pay was rubbish. I only worked there a couple of months before I got a better paying job at a supermarket. I made friends with an older gal, named Pat. One evening after closing she invited me to the cinema, and we met in town, and we were walking down the street when two older lads caught up with us, and persuaded us to accompany them to a pub. I was under age, but Pat assured me that it would be okay. We had a good time and arranged to meet the lads again that weekend. The oldest one was a 23-year-old named Gordon. He had been all over me, and I was really flattered by all of the attention. I didn't even mind him feeling me up when we left the pub. The next time we met he asked us to come to his mate's house, because he's given me the key! I was excited about the prospect of making out with him, so I went along with him. It wasn't long before we were doing just that. I had masturbated plenty of time, but I was a virgin and had never had sex with a male before. It wasn't long before he was making love to me. It hurt me a lot when his cock penetrated my hymen. It was all I could do to keep from crying out. When he pulled out after fucking me he saw the traces of blood around the base of his cock. He assured me that it would never hurt as much again. It would not take long before it would be very pleasurable. I saw Gordon several times after that, and it did get more pleasurable. One day at work Pat told me that Gordon had been bragging in the pub, "That he had taken my cherry, and that I was easy meat!" I was furious, and the next time I met him I accused him of bragging about fucking me, and that I was easy! He denied it of course, and we argued. He ended the argument with the back of his hand across my face and walked away. That ended my romantic notions about the love of men! It was about two months later that I decided to go shopping in our nearest neighboring city. I caught the bus into the city, where I planned on doing my shopping at all of the big stores. I planned on buying a skirt and three blouses and a pair of slacks. After my purchases I was really pleased with myself, and decided to treat myself to a coffee and bun. I went to the nearest café and it was crowed, but a lady sitting at a table for two motioned for me to come and join her. I made my way through the tables to join her. After I sat down I ordered my coffee. Soon we were chatting like magpies. She seemed to be an interesting woman. She apparently was an intelligent woman, and she apparently interested listening to what I had to say. She introduced herself to me as Kathy and I told her that my name was Jo. She was amused by my name, and I had to tell her that my given name was Josephine, but I preferred Jo. When we first met Kathy was roughly 5 foot 6 inches, and weighed about 10stones, but she had those eyes that just sparkled with life, and was always ready for whatever happened. I couldn't get over how she was looking at me. She seemed to be looking at the depths of my sole, and listening to every word. Her eyes seemed to hold me somehow. Her face reflected a warmth and understanding I had never seen before. We sat there talking for ages. Eventually I got up to gather my parcels in preparation to make my departure, but she took hold of my hand and looked straight into my eyes, and said, "It has been a pleasure meeting you! You have to meet me here again next week!" I knew that I would be working next week, so I eventually agreed to meet her in two weeks-time at the same café at 2:00 pm. I figured it would be less busy. As we parted ways I was a bit confused about what had happened. She was a lot older than me, but she made it obvious that she really cared about me. (I later found out that she was 46-years-old.) Her eyes never failed to mesmerize me. We met as arranged a couple of weeks later at the café, and ordered our coffee, and picked up our conversation as if we hand only parted company a day ago. It was as if we knew each other for years. When we got up to go she took my hand and suggested that we go to the little park nearby. We made our way to the park and found an unoccupied bench. She told me, "I want you to be my special friend!" I was very flattered that such a sophisticated a woman wanted a plain Jane like me to be her special friend. She was older but still an attractive lady and she was asking me to be her best friend. I didn't understand what she meant by special friend. While we were talking she never missed a chance to hold my hand or touch me. Her eyes never left me while she was talking to me. There came a time to part ways, and I was making my way to catch my bus home she came to the bus station with me. While we were waiting she gave me a phone number and asked me to ring her in a few days. Before we parted ways she hugged and kissed me on the cheek. My family didn't have a phone, so I had to call her from a local call box. Kathy made a fuss about wanting us to have a day together the next time I had a day off. She proposed to come to my house to pick me up. She was adamant about wanting me to see her house. We agreed upon a date, and on that occasion she picked me up in her Holden and drove us out into the country to her home. It turned out to be far more isolated that I had imagined, but although it was quite old, it was a bit larger than what I expected. Kathy lived in Linshields in a remote but utterly beautiful area. The interior was kept immaculately clean and tidy. Kathy set about making us coffee, and when we finished drinking our coffee, she took me on quick tour of her house. When we got to her bedroom I stood gazing out of the large windows, and the view was amazing. It was an open courtyard, and she came to stand beside me. While I was admiring the view she placed her arm around my shoulders and pointed out the things I was gawking at. She turned me around, and faced me, and drew me towards her and kissed me on the mouth. She asked me if I was okay with her kissing me. I simply nodded my head affirmatively. She placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled me to her and kissed me again on the mouth. This time I responded, and we were soon exchanging tongues in each other's mouths. I had never kissed a woman that way, but I could feel myself getting turned on by the kiss, and enjoying it. When she broke the kiss, she said, "Okay." I just moved in even closer for another of those wonderful kisses. When her hands released my head, her hands were moving around my body. I just held her to me, and hoped she wouldn't stop. I needn't have worried, because she started unbuttoning my blouse, as she asked permission. I kissed her in response, and when she warm fingers touched my chest on their way down into the cup off my brassier it felt like an electrical current running from her to me. She looked me in the eye and said, "Don't worry I'm going to love you to death!" I stood there and said, "Please!" She started undressing me and kissing and caressing my flesh as it was exposed. While she was doing that, I was standing there shaking with excitement. When she had me stripped down to just my panties, she pushed me backwards onto her bed. She laid me down on her bed, and asked, "Please wait while I get undressed!" She straightened up and I started to remove my panties, but she swept my hands away. She told me, "I want to do that myself." I lay there trembling with excitement while I watched her remove her clothes. She was wearing a fashionable business suit with a silk blouse and the neckline was exposed. She was wearing an amber necklace. She removed her jacket and discarded it. She pulled the blouse out of the skirt and unbuttoned it. She was wearing a full slip underneath. She unbuttoned the skirt and pulled the zipper down as she stepped out of it. She folded it carefully before placing it on a bench at the foot of her bed. She pulled the slip over her head and discarded it too. She was left standing there in a delicate laced brassier and matching panties. She had a simple lace garter belt attached to her bronze nylons and four inch heels. When she unfastened the bra her ample breasts spilled out. When she bent over to remove her panties, her breasts dangled like two heavy water filled balloons. She simply stepped out of her pumps, while leaving the garter belt and nylons on. I was impressed by the size of her breasts and I studied her crotch too. She sported a triangle of dark pubic hair. I had never seen a woman before that had the rubbery lips of her labia minor dangling past her labia major. It reminded me a mauve lace doily. She lifted her breasts and rubbed the underside where the bra straps had left a red mark, and then used her right hand to rub her pussy before she decided to remove my panties. Seconds later she started to remove my hands from my crotch to remove my panties. I knew that my panties would be soaking wet. After she took them off she ran her hands down my legs, and I opened them wide, as she put her head down to my special place. When her tongue and mouth claimed my vulva, I couldn't help clamping my thighs around head as I shuddered through a convulsive orgasm. I even passed out for a few moments. When I came around Kathy was lying beside me, and stroking my face. It was so exciting that we were spending a few wonderful hours together. She spent the time teaching me to make love to her. I quickly learn to appreciate large breasts, and just how much I enjoyed the smell and taste of a woman's pussy and even her asshole. All good things have to end, and eventually I had to get home. We got dressed and Kathy took me home. She gave me some change for the phone, and insisted that I call her the next day. I gave her a ring the following day. We agreed to meet on my next day off. I was ready early on my day off for her to pick me up, and take me back to her house. We spent the day doing everything we could to make each other cum. We sucked tits, ate pussies and even rimmed each other's assholes. Late in the afternoon Kathy even squirted in my face. Afterwards we lay there talking. She asked me if I would consider moving in with her, obviously I was overjoyed, and was very excited when I shouted, "YES!" But there were a lot of things to sort out first. A few weeks later I had moved my few belongings into her home. That was the start of our life together, even though my family objected to our relationship we soon had a routine that suited us. Kathy was always the assertive one, and I was more subservient. Just the same she sought to get my agreement first. Occasionally she would surprise me, and the first time was when she produced a vibrator and she introduced it into our lovemaking. I had never seen one before! Another time when we siting outside one evening on a garden seat we were both dressed in our dressing gowns, and I needed to go inside to the loo. She shouted out bring a couple of cushions back with you, and when I did we made love for ages on them out in the garden, another first! Kath taught me everything, and I miss her so much now. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.