Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 11:53:38 -0700 From: Jan None Subject: Seducing Caroline (lesbian/Adult youth, oral, f/F) Warning: Adult youth, oral, 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 2014 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Seducing Caroline By Jan My name is Caroline, and I was seduced by a young neighborhood girl. It is worth noting that I am a college student at a well-known University (GO DUCKS). I am all of five-foot four, and about 140 pounds, brown hair down to the small of my back, brown eyes, and I wear wire rimmed oval glasses. My weight supports nice big 38-DD breasts. I normally present a studious look, but my breasts attract the attention of too many males. Living in Oregon requires dressing for rain normally. To protect my hair I always have a waterproof cap that I can stuff all of my hair in. Wool sweaters are the norm, along with wool skirts or pants. You can be assured I don't own any open toes shoes. I also prefer to go au-natural whenever possible. That means I never wear perfume, and I deliberately never shave my underarms or my pussy. I enjoy the aroma wearing wool creates on warm days. At least the pungent aroma normally turns males off. I was just interested in my studies to achieve a Bachelor of Science Degree in Marine Biology. It takes a special person to appreciate the natural aroma of a woman. Fortunately there are a lot of Swedish descendants living in the Great Northwest. They come from families that disdain the use of perfumes. Riding on public transportation on a rainy day, with the windows closed, can be a pungent experience for sure. I had never had sex with anyone not that was all that religious. I just never felt the urge to seek out a sexual partner. Oh, I sometimes masturbate to relieve tension, but not all that often. On a warm sunny afternoon I was outdoors enjoying the warmth in the backyard of the little bungalow I was renting. There was a large old tree in the backyard with an old fashioned swing suspended from one thick branch of the tree, with a wood plank seat. I was dressed in tennis togs for a change, a big comfortable white brassiere, white panties, white tank top, white tennis shorts, and white canvas tennis shoes without socks. The back yard was tucked up against a hillside and on either side of the yard were tall unkempt bushes that created an air of privacy. The large tree's branches would even prevent an aircraft from snooping. I felt comfortable in my privacy. I was sitting on the swing and simply rocking back and forth. My hands were grasping the rope well above my shoulders, so I smelled my own armpits, and I started feeling horny. I turned my head to get a better smell, and used one hand to pull on my underarm hair. The longer I did that the hornier I got. I started feeling my breasts. I continued feeling my tits with one hand, while stuffing my right hand down the front of my shorts. Soon that was not enough. I pulled the top up and even pulled the brassiere up and over the tops of my breasts. I was able to lift one of my heavy breasts up and suck on the nipple. My bra was too restrictive, so I pulled the top over my head and removed the bra. I simply dropped them on the grass beside my feet. Sucking on my large brown nipples just made me all the more Horney. I unfastened the shorts, and had to stand up to pull the shorts down over my hips. The big full comfortable panties were easy to pull down. The garments joined the top and bra on the grass. Now I was free to stroke the thick pubic bush. I could feel my juices flowing. The pubic hair near the opening of my cunt, were being lubricated by my juices. I parted my labia and stuck two fingers into the depths of my vagina. I frigged myself until I had a strong orgasm. I continued to sit on the swing and rock back and forth while I recovered. The worst thing about the northwest is how quickly it cools off when the sun started to set. I was forced to gather up my clothes and retreat into the house. I was satisfied and didn't give it another thought, after I got dressed. My bungalow is old, and well insulated for the north. It is warm and requires very little heating, so I didn't need to put on warmer clothes. I was just starting to think about making dinner for myself. I was just getting ready to wash my hands before starting to prepare my meal when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was wondering who was at the door, as I made my way to the front of the house. When I opened the door, Debbie, the young girl next door was standing there. She looked a little intimidated, but she managed to as, "May I talk to you?" I figured she was having issues with her parents or a romance problem with some pimple faced boy. I stepped back and allowed her to enter. I casually placed a hand around her waist as I escorted her into my living room. After she sat down, I sat next to her, and asked, "Debbie, you look disturbed, what is disturbing you?" Debbie looked nervous, the way she was ringing a handkerchief between her fingers on her lap. She couldn't look me in the eye. "I wanted to ask you, is it natural to masturbate?" The question took me back for a moment. "Why would you want to ask me that question?" Debbie said, "My mother keeps catching me masturbating, and she screams at me that it is wrong!" I placed a hand on her bare thigh, and I felt her muscles ripple. "Honey, everyone masturbates one way or another." Debbie pleaded, "Could you tell my mother that?" I had always assumed that Debbie was spoiled rotten, and got away with anything she wanted. I couldn't picture her mother reprimanding her for anything, let alone masturbating. I had to ask, "Why would you ask me to do that for you?" Debbie's face flushed and she wouldn't look me in the eye. She almost whispered, "I saw you in the back yard a few minutes ago." I couldn't believe there was any way she could see through the fence and hedge. The knowledge that she had been able to spy on me was more than a little disconcerting. I made a mental note that I had to find the gap, and do something about it. Just to make sure she actually saw me masturbating, I asked, "What did you actually see?" Debbie said, "I saw you on the swing under the tree. I watched you take your clothes off, and suck on your own tits. I watched you play with the hair under your arms and stick your fingers into your pussy. You looked like you were going to pass out." There was no doubt that she had seen me. The problem was just how much I should help her. Even if she told her mother that she had seen me masturbating. It could be that her mother wouldn't allow her to talk to me again. After all there is no law preventing anyone from masturbating in the privacy of their own back yard. I was sure that her mother would spread the gossip all over the neighborhood. Hell, I didn't talk to any of my neighbors! Debbie was a slender girl about eleven years old. She had been a platinum blonde as a baby, but her hair was getting darker with every year. Her big blue eyes looked deceptively innocent. She didn't need a brassiere yet, but I was sure she was wearing a B-cup in an attempt to look older. She was wearing a Tee- shirt sporting a lithograph picture of some teenage heart throb pop singer. The shorts she was wearing were old, faded, and at least two sizes too small. She had been wearing tennis shoes with her heel broken down so that she could simply slip them on and off. When she had sat on my couch, she had dropped them on the floor, as she tucked one leg under her butt, so that she could turn her body to face me. After telling me that she had spied on me, while I had been masturbating, she placed her delicate hand on my thigh. Her touch sent a shiver through my body. I was aware that should I seduce her, and be discovered, I could be looking at jail time. I made a show of taking hold of her wrist and placing her hand back on her own lap. I was about to say something about keeping her hands to herself, when she leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. "Do you know what you are doing? You are too young to be going around kissing women!" Debbie gave me a coy smile, "But it feels so good!" She also placed a hand on one of my full breasts. I have to admit that my nipples responded. I tried to brush her hand away, but she resisted. I had to overpower her to move her hand away. No matter how many times I fended off her advances she kept trying to place her hands on my breasts, and even my pussy. I was getting impatient with her behavior, and quickly slapped the left side of her face hard enough to bring tears to her eyes instantly. I was shocked by my violent reaction to her trying to seduce me. I was so upset with my reaction, because I really did want to fuck her brains out. I just couldn't bring myself to admit it. In reaction to my burst of violence I drew her against my body and hugged her. Her head was resting against my breasts. I still had on that white tank top, big comfortable white bra that incased my big tits completely. The bra and tank too would only be two layers so are you counting the straps of the bra as a different layer? She was crying a river of tears that were soaking the material over my tits. When I looked down, I saw that my brown areola and nipple were visible through the material. My nipple was responding and getting hard. Even Debbie saw my nipple, and claimed it with her mouth. I should have stopped her, and pushed her away, but my pussy wouldn't be denied. Besides I was no stranger to eating pussy. The first time someone had given me their pussy was when I was visiting my mother's younger sister. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world and the most sophisticated too. After that visit I was constantly looking for females that were into lesbian sex. When I was a senior in high school I met an older woman that became my role model. She was a little overweight, but it was the fact that she took pride in her body hair that influenced me. She was unbelievably hairy. I had never seen anyone like her before or after. I'm talking hair on her arms and even hair on her butt. She taught me to smell the pungent odor under her armpits. When I ate her pussy or asshole the odor clung to every part of my flesh that came in contact with her flesh. I could finger fuck her and smell her pussy on my fingers until I used soap and water to wash. I could finger fuck her in the morning and go to bed still able to smell her odor until I masturbated myself with that hand. Just the same I was reluctant to allow a minor to seduce me. I was debating pushing her way from my tit, when she jammed her hand down the front of my tennis shorts and ran her fingers through my hairy pussy. When her finger found my clit and vagina I was lost, there was no going back. The used the first two fingers to masturbate me until I surrendered to her desire, and spread my legs. She withdrew her hand, and smelled her moist fingers before holding her fingers under my nose. She wiped her slimy fingers on my upper lip, so that as I breathed through my nose, I smelled the familiar odor of my own pussy juices. Being a nice warm summer afternoon Debbie was dressed comfortably. She had on a half Tee-shirt that barely covered her sweet youthful B sized conical breasts. It was so short that if she raised her arms the shirt would ride up enough to expose the lower portion of her breasts. Her outie bellybutton was exposed on her flat tummy. She had on blue jean canvas shorts. The shorts leg hole were large enough that while she was sitting the crotch of her panties could be seen by anyone sitting in front of her. Her tennis shoes had the back broken down, so she could simply slip her bare feet in and out of them. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand between her legs. Her panties were warm and moist. I knew that if I smelled my own fingers I would smell the pungent odor of Debbie's young cunt. I started massaging her pussy vigorously, while she started removing my clothes. She had to interrupt my efforts to masturbate her long enough to pull my tank top over my head. I unhooked the back of my bra, while she was pulling the shoulder straps off of my shoulders. When my breasts were exposed you would have thought Debbie had never seen a tit before. She used both hands to take hold of both of my tits. She felt them before she took hold of my nipples and pulled on them. She stretched them as far as my skin would allow. When she lowered her head to take one of my nipples into her mouth to suck on it, her nose was close enough to my armpit that she got a whiff of my underarm. She remembered watching me smell my own armpit and licking it, before I started playing with my pussy. She took hold of my arm and tried to lift it. I understood what she wanted and raised my arm and bent it behind my head. Debbie took hold of my hair, much as I had and pulled on it. When she released the hair, she smelled her fingers, before she licked my armpit. It was as exciting for me as it was for her. I couldn't resist pulling her own top over her head. She actually had been wearing a bra under that top. I was fascinated by the way her breasts were shaped. The creamy white flesh of her breasts, were shaped very much like any other girl with a 34-C figure, but her areolas were mauve colored and shaped like domes on top of her breasts. Her breasts reminded me of pears. The nipples were inverted. I couldn't resist taking one of her areolas into my mouth and trying to do my best to suck the inverted nipple into an outie. Debbie was enjoying my efforts. She was squirming around on the couch so much I had to grab her arms to force her to sit still. There came a time when both of our pussies demanded attention. Debbie struggled with unfastening my tennis shorts, while I was too impatient to remove her skirt, so I simply lifted her butt long enough to pull her plain white panties out from under her butt and down her legs. She had already slipped her feet out of her shoes, so it was easy to free her panties. Once her crotch was exposed to air, I started finger fucking her as fast as I could. Debbie lay back, and enjoyed my efforts. I used my free hand to continue massaging her tits. Not to be left out Debbie used her right hand to pull on my nipples as they dangled over her body. It felt like she was trying to milk my tits. If she was, she was destined to be disappointed. When I finally stood up to relax my back, Debbie took that opportunity to pull my shorts down, along with my panties. The way she was staring at my pussy reminded me of the way a child stares at a wanted toy in a store that is beyond their parent's budget. She slid off of the couch and went to her knees right in front of me. She took hold of my hips and buried her face in my tangled garden of moist pubic hair. If the smell bothered her, you couldn't tell by the way she was licking my pussy. I actually stood there with my feet spread, and allowed her to eat my pussy until I had a strong orgasm that almost made my knees buckle. Afterwards I pulled her to her feet and kissed her mouth. It tasted like my pussy, inside and out. Eventually I placed my naked butt on the couch again. I draped her supple legs over my shoulders. I was mentally comparing her soft inner thighs with the neighborhood girl I had seduced when I was Debbie's age. The smell and smooth plump flesh was so much like my memory. Debby was young enough that she was proud of her newly grown little dark garden of pubic hair. I even thought I could sit there and count every hair, but Debbie wanted satisfaction. She locked her fingers behind my herd, and did her best to pull my face against her pussy. Of course I could have resisted, but I wanted to taste her pussy as much as she wanted me to eat her pussy. I closed my eyes and followed the smell to her sweet little clamshell, and used my tongue to seek out and capture her little clit between my lips. I did my best to virtually suck her clit right off of her body. When I stuck my tongue into her vagina I felt the resistance of her hymen. It shocked me to discover that such a wonton teenager was actually a virgin. I tried to pull away from her pussy, but Debbie clung to my head, and I actually lifted her bodily off of the couch. She was pleading with me not to stop, so I obliged her, and returned her to the couch, so that I could continue eating her pussy. I not only ate her pussy, I rimmed her tight little asshole. I must say Debbie responded to having her asshole licked by actually peeing in my face. That was a baptism I had never experienced before. Debbie tried to apologize, but I looked up into her eyes, and smiled as I licked her pee from around my mouth. That was the start of a doomed relationship. Debbie was far too young to be sneaky. She wanted to spend every waking moment with me. It didn't take long for her mother to suspect what was going on. When she confronted Debbie with her suspicions, the girl tried to deny what her mother suspected, but eventually she broke down and admitted that she loved me more than life itself. When her mother confronted me with the knowledge that she knew that I was fucking her daughter, there was no denying it. There was nothing for me to do but leave the area, with no forwarding address. I promised myself never to get involved with a minor again. A futile promise, because I knew I could never resist the attraction of any sweet young girl. 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.