Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 18:29:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Samatha and Older Woman 3 (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, milk, f/F Warning: Adult Youth, oral, anal, milk, 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 it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Samantha and Older Women 3 Stacie and Robbie By Jan One of those days when I didn't have anything better to do, I went Macy's department store to waste time looking around. When I happened to be passing the baby section I happened to see a woman looking at breasts pumps. What caught my eye was she looked a little old to be lactating. I just had to approach her to find out her story. I stood next to her as if I was looking at the baby accessories in the showcase, and listened to the woman's exchange with the clerk. The woman was saying that her old breasts pump was broken and she needed a new one. She told the clerk to ring it up, and she paid for it with an American Express card, and the clerk bagged the purchase. As the woman left the baby section I followed her. The woman noticed I was walking next to her, and asked, "Can I help you honey?" "I don't mean to be rude, but I was fascinated watching you purchase the beasts pump. Can you tell me why you were buying it?" The woman gave me a warm smile, "I belong to a group of women that provide breast milk to women that can't or refuse to breast feed their babies." "Have you been doing that for very long?" The woman said, "I have been doing it for twelve years now. When I weaned my child I continued to milk my breasts for other women." "Why would you do that, "Wont that make you breasts sag?" "Babes have no immunities from disease. They get some protection from mother's milk. Cow's milk doesn't provide the protection. As for the future of my breasts I'm not concerned about what my breasts will look like, my child." "How do you do it?" "My, aren't you the inquisitive one!" "I really don't mean to be rude, I'm just fascinated." She asked, "What is your name, and aren't you a little young to be concerned about babies?" "My name is Samantha, and I'm 15-years old." "Honey, I would have guessed that you were no more than 10 years old." "I'm half Japanizes, so I got the size from my mother. They say I will probably only grow another couple of inches." "I'm sorry!" she said. "I'm happy with my size, because women like to mother me." The woman smiled knowingly, "My name is Stacie, if you would like to accompany me home, you may watch me milk myself." It was just a short trip on the underground to her stop. We went up the elevator to the tenth floor to her apartment. She told me to make myself comfortable while she washed the new pump. She removed her coat and dropped it on a chair as she took the box containing the breast pump from the Macy's bag. I heard the water running in the kitchen. It didn't take long and she reappeared with her new breast pump in hand. She sat down next to me on the large sectional couch, and set about attaching a baby bottle to the bottom of the pump. She sat it down long enough to expose her breasts. There was nothing shy about Stacie. She was wearing a knitted top. She simply placed her thumbs at the swooping neckline and pulled the top down and under her nursing brassiere. She had breasts that had to be at least 38-DD size. It was all that her brassiere could do to contain her tits. She unsnapped the padded cup and pulled it down, so that her breast was poking through triangular straps attached to the shoulder straps. Her breast had a nice round shape, and her areola must have measured 3-inches across and was a mauve color. Her nipples was large too. She leaned over to pick up the pump and she pressed the clear plastic conical cup over her areola. She was holding the baby bottle with one hand while using the other hand to squeeze the bulb to create suction. It took several pumps before I witnessed several streams of milk going in different directions and then coating the interior of the conical cup. The liquid flowed into the bottle slowly. By the time she finished milking the tit the baby bottle contained a little more than four ounces of milk. She broke the suction to remove the pump. She unfastened the flap over the other tit and let it fall. I could see that the interior of the cup was moist. Obviously the tit had been leaking. She looked at me and asked, "Honey, would you like to taste my milk?" I had been hoping she would allow me to suck on her tit, and quickly said, YES!" Stacie helped me turn around with my feet on the couch and my head resting on her lap. She cradled my head in her left arm while using her right hand with her index and middle fingers on either side of her nipple as she positioned the nipple in my mouth. I discovered that it took sucking to get milk to flow, but one it stared I was able suckle a little less hard. I had no memory of sucking my mother's tits or the taste of mother's milk. It was a lot more watery than cow's milk. It did taste sweet to me. While I was nursing Stacie used her right hand to pull my skirt up and started rubbing my crotch. Eventually she worked my panties down to my knees, so that she had access to my pussy. She pulled on my coarse straight pubic hair as far as my flesh would allow without causing me undue pain. Then she sought out and found my clitoris and started whipping it around with her fingertip. I was getting so excited that I couldn't keep my butt still. Just when I was about cum she removed her hand down to my cunt. She even managed to switch to finger fucking my ass several times between masturbating my pussy. When I couldn't control it any longer I had an explosive orgasm. When Stacie withdrew her hand it was covered with my juice. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked her finger clean, and even licked her hand clean. Stacie informed me that what women ate and drank affected the taste of their milk. She told me that she prefers to eat fresh celery after meals to sweeten the taste of her milk. I continued sucking her milk until it was actually causing her discomfort. She told me that the tit was empty for now, and pried my mouth away from her nipple. I lay there with my head in her lap, while she stroked my head of long hair. After my orgasm I became aware of the smell of her pussy. She was obviously sexually stimulated, so it was only right for me to see to it that Stacie have an orgasm. I rolled off the couch and knelt between Stacie's legs. When I reached under her dress to grasp her panties, she lifted her butt just long enough to be able to pull them down past her knees. I soon had them free of her feet. I turned my attention to her pussy. I put my head under her dress and sought out her pussy. Her pubic hair was spread sparsely over her vulva. There was a strong womanly odor. I was sure the only way it could smell that strong was from not having washed in several days. The smell made me very horny, and my pussy wet. I sucked on her clit and pulled on the flesh until she hammered my ears with her thighs while she proclaimed that she was cumming. When I joined her on the couch she cuddled me against her warm body. I remembered that she had told me that she had been milking her breasts for 12- years, and wondered how old her child was. "How old are is child, and where is it?" Stacie gave me a little smile, "My daughter is 19- years old and attending Brown University. She will be coming home shorty during spring break." and she pointed to a photograph. That's Amy!" I was puzzled by the math. Her daughter would have been 7-years old when she started milking her tits. "How were you able to produce milk when your daughter was so old?" Stacie said, "I breast fed my daughter until she was in second grade. Amy used mother's milk to sweeten her tea and coffee until she went to college. In fact she complains in her letters that she hasn't sweetened her coffee properly since going to college." The image of her daughter nursing from her mother's breast until she was 7 was so wickedly erotic. I found myself masturbating at the thought. I eventually had to get dressed and go home, but made arrangements with Stacie to do this again soon. I even gave her my cellphone number so that she could let me know when I could meet Amy. I visited Stacie several times during the next month. I enjoyed nursing from her tits and sucking her pussy, but I also was thinking about the women I had sex with. They had all been the motherly type. I knew about dykes but had not met one as of yet. I knew there were gay and lesbian night clubs in Grenage Village, but there was no way I would be allowed in. Even at fifteen I could still get into movies buying child tickets. Still I couldn't resist the temptation. I made my way down to the village. I figured there had to be a way to get picked up by a true blue dyke. I found an obvious lesbian bar and positioned myself nearby. I saw several potential dykes but was reluctant to approach them. I was looking for a lone female. Just about the time I was going to give up and go home, alone female walked past me. At first I mistook her for a man. Her hair was greased back like a man's. She was wearing jeans with leather cross trainer shoes and a leather biker's jacket. I only got a glimpse of a sports shirt collar. When I realized she was a female I stepped out and approached her. "Hello...my name is Samantha, and I would like to talk to you?" She looked me up and down, "I don't fuck around with jail bate!" "Please listen to me for a moment! I'm actually 15, and I'm just small for my age!" "You are as cute as a button, so what is your problem?" "Can we go someplace where we can talk?" She paused, "Okay...follow me." I followed her past the bar and we crossed the street. She led me to a shabby building and up three flights of stairs to the door of what turned out to be her apartment. When she turned on the lights I got my first good look at her face. She had dark bushy eyebrows, long straight nose, square jaw, and there was a hit of a mustache on her upper lip. "What is your story, homey?' "Okay...My name is Samantha and I have been seeing older women since I was 12, and I figured I should meet your kind of woman." She chuckled with a deep voice, "You can say it. I'm a dyke! My name is Robbie, and if you want me to fuck you, you will have to take off your clothes!" While I started peeling off my clothes I felt funny having this steely eyed dike watching my every move like a cat plays with a mouse before eating it. She didn't say anything while I took off my bra and panties. Even thought I was still as small as most preteens, my breasts were a firm 33-C size. All she said was, "Nice tits!" She gathered me up in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. She did it as if she expected me to panic hand want to flee, but I returned her kiss. While kissing her I smelled the leather of her jacket and the stink of cigarette smoke clinging to her clothes. When I didn't panic she started removing her clothes. The jacket came first, then the sports shirt. She had a lean body, but she had her tits strapped down with a strip of cloth. She had to unwind the bandage before her breasts were exposed. They were no more than a B size. Binding them down seemed useless to me. While I studied her breasts she unbuckled the heavy leather belt of her tight jean. She used her toes to pull her shoes off before trying to pull her jeans down. She would have never gotten them over her shoes. She was wearing men's white boxer shorts. There was a substantial bulge in the underwear. I wondered what she had in there. When she pulled the flaps apart, the snaps popped open. As she let the underwear fall I saw that she was wearing a strap-on dildo over a thick patch of pubic hair. I had never seen a woman with so much body hair. Both of her small areolas were ringed with dark hairs, her navel had hair in it, and it trickling down to meet her pubic patch showing above the plastic belted base of the belted dildo. She even had hairs on the insides of her thighs, and her lower legs were hairy too. When she was totally naked she hugged me again and while kissing my mouth she grabbed both cheeks of my ass with both hands. Being kissed by a woman with a mustache was strange to me. She played with my tits for a while and masturbated my pussy with her fingers long enough to get my juices flowing. She tasted her fingers before placing my butt right on the edge of the couch. She produced a little package condom. I didn't understand why she bothered ripping the package open with her teeth, and rolled a condom over the dildo. Then she held onto my ankles she lifted my legs up she drove the dildo deep into my pussy. Apparently she had put on a lubricated condom to make it easier to fuck me. We were both sweating by the time I had an orgasm. I assumed the sex was about over, but she turned me over and drove the dildo into my asshole and fucked me like a robot. After I got over the shock of being fucked in the ass I got into it and even had another orgasm. Now that I had been fucked properly she wanted me to satisfy her. She removed her strap-on dildo and tossed it aside. She sat on the couch with her back against the armrest and bent the knee of the leg on the inside while keeping the other foot on the floor. She combed her pubic hair with her fingernails, as she beckoned me to come eat her pussy. I got on my knees between her legs and supported myself by placing my hands on her thighs, and thrust my face into that thick patch of dark pubic hair. I spit on her pussy and licked the hairs until I was able to get hold of her clit and labia minor without hairs in my mouth. I sucked her pussy until she bucked her hips up smashing her pubic bone against my nose. She also praised my efforts with a string of nasty expletives acknowledging her orgasm. When she recovered she flipped over onto her own knees presenting her butt to me. I spread the cheeks of her ass wide open and spit on her asshole before licking her from pussy to the dimple at the top of her ass. I tongue fucked her until she let me know she had cum. I was proud of myself having pleased a dyke. Robbie and I exchanged cellphone numbers before I got dressed to go home. I had forgotten about the transfer of the smell of cigarettes and leather to my body and clothes. When I got home mother inquired why I smelled like an ashtray. I quickly proclaimed that the people on the train smelled terrible. She told me to take a shower and change clothes. While I was in the shower I wondered how long I could keep my sex life from my mother. 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.