Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2009 09:21:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Stateline Summer (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/fF, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young teenager and a woman and her daughter. 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 2009 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Stateline Summer By Jan My parents were an affluent couple from San Francisco. My father was a corporate lawyer. He bought a winter retreat in Stateline, Nevada. That allowed my parents to enjoy Lake Tahoe, gambling in Nevada and winter skiing too. I did enjoy the winter skiing but was bored with the summers there. I was not allowed to gamble and I thought the water in Lake Tahoe was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. I resented being dragged to the cabin the summer of my thirteenth birthday. I was behaving like a spoiled brat. I was sullen and rude to my parents. There was just not much for me to occupy myself. One day while my parents were sleeping late after spending the night gambling until dawn, I got up early and decided to take a hike up the mountain. I dressed light. I was born with straight sandy blond hair and my mother's blue eyes. I was a rather small girl. I was less than 100 pounds and under five feet tall. My breasts were petite little 32-B's. I was smart enough to put on hiking boots and thick socks. I knew better that to go up and down hills in shoes that would blister my feet. The local mountains have desiccated air at that altitude. It was cool in the morning but I knew it would be warm, so I simply put on tan shorts and a red handkerchief halter top. I tied another one around my head as a sweat band before leaving a note where I was going. I had filled a water bottle and shoved it into a holster attached to a web belt. I headed west and up the mountain on a trail near our cabin. (It would be a joke to call four bedrooms with three bathrooms a cabin.) I climbed the trail at a steady pace. I didn't want to sweat so I moved at a comfortable pace. It was not long before the town was out of sight. As I followed the trail I could see some really rustic cabins below the trail I was on. I was enjoying the smell of the trees as I filled my lungs with the pine scented air. I could hear the woodpeckers banging away on trees but could not tell what from direction the noise was coming. In time there were no more cabins in sight. It was a nice day and I came to a fork in the trail I chose to follow the left fork. I had no idea where it would lead me. I found out that it led right by a real log cabin. I could smell kerosene. This place didn't even have electricity. There was also the smell of cooking. I was about to pass on by when the door opened and a girl about my age came out of the door. She was a dark haired girl and no bigger than me. Her small face obviously never had makeup and she had never shaped her eyebrows. Just the same, she was an attractive girl. I took in her simple wardrobe in a glance. It consisted of old worn jeans with holes in the knees. It was obvious that her clothes were not a fashion statement. Her pants were worn thin from washing and abuse. Her flannel shirt was just as distressed. She greeted me with a warm smile. It was obvious that she wanted to talk. I'm sure she didn't see a lot of children her age up here. While we were talking I heard a hoarse, gruff female voice say, "Who are you talking to, Kerry?" The girl said over her shoulder, "A hiker! Excuse me, what is your name?" "Shirley." "Her name is Shirley, Mom!" With that a heavy set women appeared in the doorway. She was an imposing woman. She was probably 5-feet-four. Her hair was thick and wiry. I doubted she ever brushed it. She had a wide face with flared nostrils. She just had a look about her that was threatening. I had a chilling feeling that I didn't want to get on her bad side. She had on a simple cotton house dress. She said, "We were just about to have breakfast. Would you like to share our meal?" I was curious about what the modest cabin would look like and realized I had not eaten before starting on my quest. I was hungry. I accepted her offer. They stepped back and allowed me to enter. The cabin was very sparse. The cabin was located on a south facing slope and two windows flanked the door. The windows did have storm shutters to close during the winter. The inside had kerosene lanterns for lighting. Only one was lit. The room had that yellow glow from the light. The walls were blackened from smoke caused by the lanterns, heating stove and the wood burning cooking stove. It was a one room cabin. There was the Franklin stove in back for heating next to the cooking stove. They each had flues that piped the smoke through the wall. There was a bed against one wall. Obviously mother and daughter shared the bed. There was a table against the other wall with four chairs. The table was set for two. Kerry quickly placed another place for me. I was offered the place of honor at the head of the table. Her mother brought a pot full of oatmeal. She portioned out a generous amount of oats in each of the three unmatched bowls. Kerry poured us each a glass of milk. There was a stick of margarine and a bowl of sugar on the table. When the women joined us she had a coffee pot and a plate stacked with toast with her. She asked me if I would like coffee. I accepted the coffee. She poured coffee in our three cups. We buttered our toast and put a dollop on the oatmeal. We added sugar to the coffee and oats to our tastes. While we were eating I found out the woman's name was Mrs. Colleen O'Hare. She insisted that I call her Colleen. It felt good to feel the warm meal in my tummy. When we finished I offered to help wash the dishes, in an effort to be a gracious guest for them sharing their breakfast with me. The woman would not hear of it. She told me that we could go out and play. Kerry and I headed up the trail to the crest of the mountain. When we reached the top of the mountain we rested on the rocks and I shared my water with her. She admired my shorts. I took them off and allowed her to try them on. She also admired my sexy little pink panties. She reached out and felt the material impulsively. I felt sure that it was just an impulse, at first. I took my panties off to allow her to try them on. We were almost the same size. They did not fit her as tightly as they fit me. She smelled the crotch of my panties before stepping into them. I was a little embarrassed watching her smell the crotch of the panties I had been sweating in for a few hours. I was sitting on a large flat rock with only my halter top and boots on. Kerry modeled my shorts. Then she knelt between my legs and placed her hands on the insides of my thighs and spread them. I watched her bury her face in my blond pubic hair. It startled me. I placed my hands on her head to push her away. At that moment her tongue and lips captured my clit and the feeling that rushed through my body had me quivering. I gave up all attempts to push her away. I laced my fingers through her hair and pulled her head against my pussy. I masturbated regularly but had never had sex with anyone else. I knew I was doing something I shouldn't but I could not resist the feelings she was inducing in me. She reached up and untied my halter and placed her hands on my small breasts. When she removed her hands from my tits, I regretted their departure. I did not know what she was doing, but her mouth never left my pussy. What she did was remove my shorts and panties before she turned her body around without taking her mouth off of my cunt. When she had turned 180 degrees around, her dark haired pussy was right over my face. I was looking up at her swollen vulva and noticed that her skin had an ashen- gray color. Even her tight little sphincter had that ashen-gray color that radiated out as it gradually turned into that creamy color. There was nothing I could do as she lowered her pussy down to my face. She wiggled and rocked her hips around, smearing her pussy juice all over my face. At first I kept my mouth closed. The thrill of doing something so wickedly forbidden overtook any resolve I had. Without knowing I was doing it, I started copying everything Kerry was doing to my pussy with her tongue and mouth. I came very quickly. I could not believe how much that climax relaxed my body. Kerry took longer to reach her climax. She continued to grind her pussy against my face. I had to swallow the juice that was not being spread all over my face. Eventually she stopped moving and sat on my face as she came. Without warning she sat upright on my face. The result was that her asshole was forced over my nose. I thought she was going to smother me. I thought I would have been upset having a smelly asshole smothering me. On the contrary I found her flesh smelled sweet. Eventually she got up and we put our clothes back on. We made our way back down the trail, hardly saying anything to each other. I was absorbed with my thoughts about what had just taken place. When we arrived back at the cabin her mother greeted us at the door. She kissed Kerry on the mouth and I noticed she had a crocked smile on her face. Then she unexpectedly took me by the shoulders and kissed me on the mouth. When she released me, she gave us both glasses of cold lemonade. Then she asked us, "Did the two of you enjoy the sights from the top of the mountain before you sucked each other's pussies?" I was stunned by her statement. How did she know what we had done? I looked at Kerry as if to ask her how her mother knew. She just shrugged her shoulders. Colleen chuckled, "Girls, you should have washed the pussy juice from your faces in the creek. There was no mistaking the smell of Kerry's dried pussy juice on your face, Shirley. Kerry's face also smelled of pussy juice. Did you take turns or do it to each other at the same time?" Kerry said, "I mounted her like you do me!" I could not believe what I was hearing. Kerry was saying her mother had sex with her like she had done to me. At the same time the idea of a mother and daughter having sex with each other seemed so titillating that it made my pussy tingle. Colleen got up and came to me. She pulled me to my feet and hugged me to her ample body. I could tell that she didn't have a bra on under that simple faded blue house dress. I was self-conscious about the smell of the dried juice on my face. It didn't seem to bother Colleen the way she was licking my face clean. She started unbuttoning the front of her dress while she was kissing and licking my face. Sure enough she did not have a bra on under the dress, or panties as it turned out. When she stepped back to remove the dress I got a good look at her body. Her breasts were at an F size or at least double D. They sagged quite a bit. The areolas were large at the tips of them with fat nipples. Her waist was thick and her lower tummy was soft. There was a nasty surgical scar where an appendectomy had been performed. The pink scar sunk deeply into her belly. The other thing was that Colleen was all natural. There was plenty of dark hair under her arms and on her vulva. Her thighs were large and lumpy. Not what you would call an attractive woman at all. Just the same I was fascinated by her sexuality. They were a sweaty, natural aroma filling my nose. I actually felt a little light headed. While I had been studying what Colleen looked like, Kerry had shed her shirt and jeans. I caught sight of her taking off her shoes and panties. I had not seen her before without her shirt on. She also had underarm hair. Colleen pulled my head down to her tit while she lifted her left tit, with her right hand. I started sucking on her tit while Kerry stood behind me and untied the halter. Then she knelt as she unfastened the shorts. She pulled them and my panties down. I had a strange thought about how many times I had my panties off this morning. I didn't have much time to ponder the thought before I felt my butt being spread apart. It was a shock when I felt something cold touch my asshole. I turned my head long enough to see that it was Kerry's nose buried in my asshole. Colleen pulled my head back around and fed me her nipple again. I gave up resisting. Colleen sat on their bed and pulled me down with her. If you had asked me the day before if I would be having sex with a female, let alone a mother and daughter, I would have told you that you were crazy. Here I was wallowing in sex like a pig in a mud puddle. I actually had an urge to find out what Colleen's pussy would taste like. I went down on her on my own. It was like burying my face in a very warm flesh pillow. She smelled of salty urine and very strongly of that meaty pussy odor. Her pussy was slippery from all of the juice she was secreting. I did everything to her pussy that Kerry had done to me. My face was being washed by her juice and flesh. While I was doing that, Kerry was back there doing things to my asshole with her tongue. She was also using her fingers to play with my clit and pussy. It would be hard to say if I climaxed before Colleen. We rested for a bit before both of us turned our attention on Kerry. Mama sucked her tits while I started sucking her pussy. The way Kerry was thrashing around before long I was licking her asshole as much as her pussy. By the time Kerry was finished it was getting late. I had to leave but assured them I would be back. I was smart enough to wash my body and face with cold water before getting dressed. When I got home I told my mother about the girl I met on the trail. I told her about how her and her mother lived. I told her that I would like to share some of my clothes with her. I also asked her if I could spend the next three days at their house. Mom thought that it was very altruistic of me to want to share my clothes with my new friend. She even helped me select clothes for her. I found one of my Girl Scout backpacks in the garage. I stuffed the clothes in the back and then filled the rest of the pack with food items that would be a treat. A dozen fresh eggs would be something unlikely carried up the mountain. The rest of the food items would be a treat too. I headed up the mountain with my mother's good wishes. When I reached the cabin I was greeted by the two of them like I was family. I laughed at the thought. Would that make our relationship incest too? I unpacked my pack. They were both thrilled that we would have fresh eggs for breakfast for a couple of days. Kerry was beside herself when I unpacked the clothes I was giving her. She undressed right then and there. She tried on everything I had given her. As she pulled off each pair of panties she handed them to me so that I would smell the crotch. I was becoming a regular pussy hound fetish. Eventually the three of us wound up on the bed. I could not get enough of those monstrous tits and her big smelly pussy. When she demanded that I lick her asshole I did not refuse. I found that her vulva and asshole was just as gray as her daughter's. It was a crowded bed with the three of us. At night when we would fall asleep someone would move and disturb the other two. We would start sucking pussy and tits all over again. Over the next three days, every once in awhile, the three of us would bath in the creek not far from the cabin. The water felt like it was freezing. We could not stay in the water very long at a time. It was necessary every once in awhile just too wash off the dried cum. There came the day I had to go home. I didn't want to lose touch with them. I knew we would not be back to the cabin until ski season. Even if there was an early snow we would not be back until at least Thanksgiving. Of course that would depend on my father's work load. I tried to find a way they could visit San Francisco. Colleen stroked my hair while she held my head between her legs. She said, "I will see what I can do about your problem tomorrow." The next day when I went home I was in a bad mood because I had to pack up to go home. I was in my bedroom when my mother called me down. Colleen was sitting in the living-room chatting with my mother. She was dressed in a dress and comfortable shoes. I could tell she even had a bra on. I had never seen her with a bra on before. She was telling my mother how much she and her daughter would miss my company. Mom made tea for us and we talked for at least an hour. Eventually she announced that she had to get back up the hill. I walked her up the trail a short distance. I wanted to get out of sight of the house so that I could kiss her goodbye properly. Colleen held my hand as we walked up the trail. She handed me a card with a name and phone number on it. She told me to call this woman and tell her my name. She had called her before coming by to tell her about me. When I asked her who she was, all Colleen would tell me was that she was like a sister to her. Before we parted ways we kissed each other and we both slipped our fingers in each other's pussy. I didn't want to wash my hand after that because I wanted to be able to smell her pussy as long as possible. When we got home I settled in and almost forgot about the card until I put on the same shorts one day. I felt the card in my pocket, when I stuck my hand in it. I had bent the card when I stuck hand in it. I studied the card. The number had a San Francisco prefix. I studied the card for awhile before I made up my mind to call the number. When the woman answered the phone I told her my name and added that I was Colleen's friend. The woman's voice perked up right away. "Colleen called me about you several days ago. I have been looking forward to meeting you. My name is Amy." We chatted with each other for awhile before she asked me to visit her. She gave me the address and I knew the area well. I knew which bus to take to get me close to her apartment building. I made plans to go shopping on my own so that I could meet her. I was filled with apprehension and excitement as I sat on the bus and made my way up the hill. I rang the bell for access to her apartment and took the elevator up to her floor. I paused in front of the elevator while I studied which direction to go to find her apartment. I had to turn to the right. As I walked down the hall I saw a woman approaching me. "Shirley?" "Yes, are you Amy?" That was a foolish question, considering she knew my name. Who in the hell would be calling my name but her? She hugged me like I was a close friend and ushered me into her apartment. We sat only a few feet apart while we got to know each other. She wanted to know how I met Colleen and Kerry. I told her about my family's cabin and how I ran into them while hiking. Amy said, "I have tried to get her out of those mountains for years. She just has a problem with too many people." I wanted to know how she knew Colleen. Amy knew right away that Colleen had not told me about her. "That is just like her not to tell you about us. We were raised in one of those cult Mormon families in Cider City, Utah. These old men practiced polygamy. They chased off their male children when they reached puberty so they could keep marrying the young girls. Colleen and I were married to an old man old enough to be our grandfather. Being the youngest wives we were picked on by his older wives. Colleen and I ran off after she found out she was pregnant. I had not been able to get pregnant by him." "Being a small household Colleen and I shared a bed. We fell in love with each other while he was bedding his other wives. We both found that we would rather make love to women than a man. Colleen chose to live in the mountains to raise Kerry herself. I chose to come west to a city known for its tolerance for women like me." While we were chatting I had been studying her. She was about the same age as Colleen and my mother. She was an attractive woman. She was a natural blond who added highlights to keep her hair looking like it did when she was a teenager. It was styled very fashionably. It was obvious that she took good care of her figure. She was a little fuller figured than she would have been at my age but she was trimmer than my mother. I was wondering what she would look like naked. She must have read my mind. She moved across the space that separated us and sat down next to me. She placed her arm around my body and told me, "Honey, you are so sweet looking I could just eat you up!" I turned my face towards her and my boldness surprised me. I kissed her on the mouth. That was all of the encouragement she needed. She placed her hand on my exposed knee and returned the kiss. I felt her hand sliding up the inside of my thigh. Long before she reached the warmth of my panties, I placed my hand on one of her 36-C sized breasts and felt it. There was no stopping us now. We struggled at getting each other's clothes off. Being an adult she had a slip on. The bra and panties were very sexy and matched. She had on a small garter-belt to hold up her nylons. She chose to keep the garter-belt, nylons and high heels. I thought it did look sexier that way. Her pubic hair was trimmed and only slightly darker than the hair on her head. I was struck by how different she was from Colleen. One was very rustic and outdoors type while Amy looked like a woman right out of a fashion magazine. She assured me she had worked hard to shed any trace of her old Mormon appearance. "I think you are very beautiful, Amy." "Thank you, my child! You don't know how much that pleases me." She lowered her head and took one of my nipples into her mouth and sucked on it while she stroked my pussy. When it was soaking wet she slipped a finger into my pussy. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. I wanted to suck on her tits so bad. She had to lift her head up to allow me to claim one of her nipples. She smelled of very expensive perfume. It was very different from Colleen. Colleen had been so earthy. Her smell had been so pungent and all absorbing. Amy smelled of perfume, powder and her body was a warm as a fragrant bath. When I stuck my fingers in her pussy I had to smell them before going down on her. She smelled like all woman but not as strong as Colleen. Amy pressed me back on the couch and started sucking my pussy while she clung to both of my tits. I wrapped my legs around her head and enjoyed my first climax at the hands of this woman. It did not shock me when she stuck a finger deep into my asshole while she sucked my clit. It felt so good when I came that I just had to show Amy how much I adored what she had done for me. When she sat up I pushed her backwards until her head was resting on the arm of the couch. Now it was my turn to lick, suck and kiss her magnificent body. I spent a long time leaving love bites on her tits before I went down on her and tasted her pussy. To show her just how much I loved sex I licked her asshole too. She was filling my head with all kinds of words of endearment. It was hard for me to have to tell her I had to clean up and go home. Eventually while me and my mother were in town shopping I made sure Amy would run into us. I introduced them to each other and told her that we had met through a mutual friend. We spent the day talking. Amy had a very natural way of endearing herself to my mother. She even invited the two of us to join her at one of the season's philharmonic opera performances. The two of them struck it off right away. We became regular companions in town. Mom allowed me to visit her when she had to accompany my father to political functions. I did love those weekends together. We even planned on her joining us during the ski season so that she and I could visit Colleen and Kerry. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com