Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2010 11:23:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Summer Lifeguard 2 (lesbian/adult youth, oral, F/ggg) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young woman and young girls. 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 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com or tanyatravels@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Summer Lifeguard 2 By Jan and Tanya Susie and I spent the summer having as much fun as possible. We slipped off to be together whenever we could get away. Other times we would do naughty thing almost in the open. Like the time it was a cloudy day. It was still rather warm but a Low pressure had settled over the southern California area creating what they call a 'Catalina Eddy', clouds being pulled in over the inland valleys. The sun is blocked out until late afternoon. It cools the valleys a little but doesn't stop the most harmful radiation from penetrating the clouds. It is actually easier to get sunburned on cloudy days. There was only the hardiest swimmer coming to the pool in the morning hours. Susie and I were sitting with our backs against the brick wall next to each other. We had a very large beach towel wrapped around both of us. We were facing the pool so that I could keep an eye on the few swimmers in the water. What the swimmer didn't see was that I feeling up Susie. We had our legs bent so that the towel was tented over us making it impossible for anyone to see what we were doing. I had one hand around her body, under her arm playing with her little tit. The other hand was on her lap playing with her hairless pussy. I managed to pull the leg opening aside and get my finger in her little pussy. I must have played with her about 15 minutes. Eventually it was my turn to rotate with the lifeguard that was sitting on the lifeguard tower. While I was sitting up there I kept my finger under my nose just so I could smell Susie's pussy. Summer was over all too soon. There were two things I could look forward to. I was starting my last year at college. (That prospect was both good and bad). It also meant I would be back with Kelly. We had made arrangements to be roommates again. This time we were going to be living off campus. Before the end of the quarter we had found an apartment for the next fall. The community of Isla Vista was close to the university. It is like so many college towns-full of students. If it were not for the owners of businesses, you could go weeks without seeing anyone that is not a college student. There was a Bank of America that looked more like a Spanish fort (the previous one had been burnt down by students protesting the Vietnam War). There were quaint little shops catering to the desires of young people like art stores, hobby shops, eateries, clothing stores, and a movie theater. About the only thing lacking was a liquor store. Governor Ronald Reagan has seen to it that a law was passed that prohibited the sale of liquor within a mile of college campuses, just another case of the right wing legislating morality. Kelly was too young to drink but that didn't stop me from buying beer and wine for the two of us. Being a member of the rebellious college community I joined the women's gay action group. I found it advertised in the school paper. All it listed was a phone number to call. To insure the group was not infiltrated by any right wing element or any other group dedicated to the suppression of the rights of anyone that didn't agree with the conservative agenda, anyone wishing to become a member had to be approved by a committee. All meetings were held off campus so that the campus police could not intervene. Several different girls hosted the meetings at their apartments in Isla Visa. Eventually we found a religious community that would allow us to use their church, giving us the protection of religious freedom. We would gather to discuss the issues affecting us on campus and the laws of the land. It was also an occasion for social gatherings. At least there we could be ourselves, instead of pretending to be something we were not. We had dinner together and movie outings together. Kelly and I got to know other gals in the group. We became friends with some of them. Early in my senior year Kelly and I had a threesome with one of the girls in the group. I could tell that after I graduated there be a future between them. Both of them had two more years before they would graduate. In the group we shared how each of us was exposed to our first lesbian relationship. I was one of the few seniors in the group. I was one of the oldest gals in the group except for a couple of teachers that joined us. I learned that I was a late bloomer when it came to joining the lesbian community. Kelly had a special friend when she was in middle school that she was having sex with. The girl's family moved away before they entered high school. That was when Kelly hooked up with Karen. Karen had started when she was eleven. There were two other gals a year behind me in school, Betty and Ellie had been together since the seventh grade. Others had started in high school. Some of them had been seduced by older women when they were children. One had been sleeping with her single mother all of her life. I felt neglected that I had not come out sooner. The discussions gave me a deeper understanding of lesbianism and of myself. All of the social activity did make the year pass quickly. We did have fun with all of the young ladies. There was one time when the meeting had finished and the wine had flowed a little more freely than usual. We had all decided to take a walk on the beach. What a mistake that was. It was a moonless night and Betty tripped over a dead sea-lion that has washed up on the beach. All of us were upset by the discovery of a dead sea-lion and the smell. A little farther up the beach Kelly stepped into what she thought was a little puddle left on the beach by the receding high tide. WRONG! Someone had dug a hole. Kelly stepped down into it up to her knee before she fell over. She was wet from head to toe. We pulled her out and headed directly back to the apartment. We discovered that our feet were covered in black tar. There were no more moonless walks on the beach for us. Thanksgiving was on us very soon. It was too far for Kelly to go home. My parents had no idea just how close our relationship was, so they invited her to spend the holiday with us. It was just a short time to the end of the quarter. The winter quarter started after the New Year. I was invited up to Kelly's home for the Christmas Holiday. Of course I could not spend the complete holiday up there. I had to return home to spend some of the time with my family. It was one hell of a week though. Her family lived up in Crescent City. It is located on the coast just short of the Oregon State line. I saved us a long uncomfortable bus ride by driving us up there. I had never visited that part of the state before. Kelly's mom was a widow, named Monica. Her father was a professional deckhand on a deep sea fishing trawler that had been killed in a fishing accident. She was raising three girls on the salary of a maid on a coast highway hotel. Her father's demise qualified Kelly for a free ride to college along with some grants and scholarships. About her only expenses were her share of the food and rent. It was a fun trip up the coast. I was getting stinky finger all the way there. Every morning we were woken up by the sound of sea-lions barking on the boat docks down at the harbor. We even drove through the nearby Redwood National Park. You can't imagine how tall those trees are and how insignificant they make you feel, knowing that those trees were around before the pyramids in Egypt were built. It was nice to see Karen again. She was a 14- year-old now, and in high school. I also got to meet Kelly and Karen's little sister. The four of us even crossed the border into Oregon to visit the caves. The best part was sleeping in bed with Kelly. It was great fun to crawl under the covers and sniff pussy by the hour. I even got to sleep with Karen again. I had been missing having sex with young girls since having to leave Susie at the end of summer. While Monica was at work Karen, Kelly and I were naked as much as possible. I loved nothing more than licking Karen's pussy while Kelly was lapping at my nipples or pussy. It was during one of those sessions that Amy walked in on us. I was afraid that she would tell on us. Amy only asked, "Kelly can I join you?" Kelly asked, "Are you sure you want to do it with someone outside the family?" Little did I know that Karen was having sex with Amy, after Kelly went away to college! Amy was just in the fifth grade. She was only 10-years- old. It was a little shocking to discover that she was such a sexual little darling. It should not have surprised after knowing Susie and Karen. I asked Amy, "Would you like to have sex with me?" In response, Amy flung her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth and stuck her tongue into my mouth. Karen had taught her well. It was a thrill to place my hand on her chest and feel just how flat her chest was. Her nipples were sensitive to the touch. Lust overwhelmed me as I was licking and sucking every inch of her little body. My pussy was tingling and sopping wet. I could feel the juices running down my legs. It was a surprising revelation that I liked sex with very young girls. After feasting on her little chest for a long time I went down between her legs. Her little pussy looked so sweet to me. Her pubis was a little swollen bump with a slit up the middle. Of course there was no hair on her pussy at all. It looked so beautiful. She was a little wet down there. I probed both of her openings down there with my fingers. When I probed her pussy I saw her hymen and touched it. I couldn't resist putting my tongue in and tasting her. When I started sucking on her pussy it tasted of urine at first. The longer I licked and sucked on her the meatier she tasted. I sucked every bit of her juice that I could. I was rubbing her little clit and toying with her asshole too. I was careful not to break her cherry. I was having a great time. Amy had a nice orgasm. I had never heard of a girl that young having an orgasm. Apparently Karen had awoken her sexual desires earlier. Now it was my turn. Amy felt my breasts and sucked on my nipples. I tried to lay back and enjoy whatever she wanted to do, but there was no way I could. I was rubbing her ass while she was sucking on my tits. I had to lead her hand down to my pussy. I could not live without her hand down there. My nipples were as hard as bullets sticking out of my tits. The touch of her tongue was heavenly. She was sucking and licking along with nibbling on them. I was so hot that I had to push her away long enough to catch my breath. She took that as a message to go down on me. She dove right in. My pubic hair was no discouragement for her. She was sucking, licking and nibbling on my pussy like a pro. She tried to put her finger in my pussy only to find that my hymen was still intact. She didn't understand that a woman as old as me was still technically a virgin. She was very gentle. She found a hole in my hymen and got a finger inside of me. I knew what she was doing, but could only feel her finger wiggling around inside of me a little. What more could a horny woman like me ask for, her finger was in me and her lips were sucking on my clit. I had one of my best orgasms. Maybe I feel that way now because of who was doing it to me. The end result was that I was truly spent. I lay back fully relaxed. I could see over her back. Kelly and Karen were engaged in a lovely 69. I could tell by their body movements that they would be finished very soon. When they finished all of us took a shower together in an overcrowded shower. I still have a strong feeling that their mother, Monica, knew that Kelly was a lesbian and that she had seduced her younger sisters. Monica seemed very cool about everything. I learned that Monica had only been 16-years-old when she got pregnant with Kelly. Her husband had been 10-years older than her. They had been dating since she was 13. I suspected that Monica was having sex with him from the beginning. She was by nature a liberal hippy type. If my parents found out that Kelly and I were lovers they would have come unglued. I can't imagine what would have happened if they discovered about me and Amy. I had the pleasure of getting together with Amy a couple of more times before I had to go home. I also got to watch Kelly get it on with Amy and Karen at the same time. When Kelly and I returned to school we got to talk with Karen and Amy on the phone. Without Kelly around Karen had returned to her relationship with Amy. Amy was a very skilled lover for such a young girl. It seemed that Amy had been fully aware of the relationship between her older sisters for a long time before Karen had seduced her. When Karen had started to seduce Amy she found out that Amy was very willing to join in lesbian community with her sister. I love my family, but they actually love their family. When I had to return home to spend the rest of the Christmas holiday with my family it was like returning to a different world. I saw my brothers David and Matthew and Matt's new wife. Both of my brothers were living out of state at that time. It was nice to see them. I did enjoy visiting with them and my parents, but I was anxious to get back to school and the arms of Kelly. As soon as we were back at school we talked about spending spring break in San Diego. We wondered if we could get Karen and possibly Amy to come with us. I would have loved that, but Monica could not afford the bus fare. When the winter quarter started I fell back into the routine quickly, classes, home work, writing papers, parties and plenty of sex. Kelly kept me busy enough but I couldn't resist the occasional encounter with other gals. From time to time I even got to get between the legs of some of my professors and even a department head or two. The quarter went by fast. Kelly and I were getting serious about spending spring break in San Diego. Monica was going to allow Karen to come down with us. When I told my parents about wanting to spend spring break in San Diego Dad sent me a check for more money than I dared ask for. Combined with the money I had been saving Kelly added what she could come up with we had a nice little bundle to use on our holiday. Kelly talked Monica into letting Amy come along. I wired her the money for the girls bus fare. We had made reservations at a motel known to me from other visits. When we arrived at the motel we found two queen sized beds. I was given the choice of beds and bedmate. I was horny to renew my relationship with Amy. The week was spent shopping, on the beach at Mission Bay and Sea World. The nights were wild. I was having sex with Amy almost nonstop. One thing Kelly insisted Monica do was to send the girls birth certificates so we could take them to Tijuana, Mexico. We had a great time walking the streets among the cheap shops. The streets smelled of new leather and Mexican cooking. The smell of alcohol was never far away. We couldn't take the girls in bars but we could sit in sidewalk cafes and enjoy the food while watching the drunken college and military guys staggering from bar to bar. We were even propositioned by guys. We fended them off fast enough. We even had a middle aged Mexican woman that was obviously a whore offered to have sex with us for a price. I might have taken her up on the offer if it had not been for the young girls. I was falling in love with Amy. It was deviously wicked to be in love with a 10-year-old. I introduced Amy to every sexual act I knew of. I was really falling in love with my 10-year-old lover. I was 22-years-old at the time. On the last night of our holiday together before having to return home I had announced to all of them that I was going to allow Amy to take my cherry. Amy announced to one and all that she was going to let me take hers. It was becoming a show, but before we started I wanted to shave off all of my pubic hair. I wanted my pussy to look as much like Amy's as possible. The three girls watched closely and offered words of encouragement while I covered the hair with shaving cream and using a safety razor I scraped off all of the hair down to the white meat. Kelly and Karen sat on our bed to watch us. Amy and I kissed and we sucked each other's breasts to warm up. I thrilled at the feeling of her little nipples under my tongue. She was pretty flat chested. We eventually moved on to sucking each other's pussy. I even mounted Amy for a 69. I did love taking her little mons into my mouth. Eventually I set to work on her labia. After giving them a real tongue bath I opened her lips and found her hymen. I lightly touched it while I sought out her clit with my mouth and tongue. I was able to bring her off. I was always surprised that a girl so young could cum so hard. Amy was quick to return the favor. She rubbed me and licked me until I was about to cum. I had to take hold of her wrist and drive the three fingers rubbing my pussy deep into my pussy. When my cherry broke I felt a stabbing pain that caused me to react by jerking my knees up. It hurt me, but I kept hold of her wrist and started moving her fingers in and out of me. It started to feel nice. Amy was sucking on my clit at the same time. I went into a mind numbing climax that left me limp for awhile. Kelly and Karen were fully appreciative of the show. They were finger fucking each other without taking their eyes off of Amy and me. Amy and I cleaned up the traces of blood from my crotch, and rested. I noticed by the clock on the night stand that it was only 9:00pm. After I had rested enough I reminded Amy that it was my turn to break hers. I proceeded to kiss her lovingly before working my way down her slim body to the delicate mons. I used my lips and tongue to lavish everything I could to bring her to a climax. When she started quivering I pushed two fingers into her pussy breaking her cherry. It was obvious that there was some pain but it was mixed with the pleasure of the climax she was experiencing. I contritely asked afterwards if it hurt much. She said, "No, it stung some but only for a few seconds. I was still cumming while it happened." The vacation was over all too quickly. I drove the four of us back to the La bus depot and put the girls on the bus back to their home. It was more direct from LA than from Santa Barbra. I was very remorseful to see them go. I saved the bloody handkerchief I had used to wipe Amy's virginal blood from her body. It was my trophy of my first cherry. I had given Amy one with my blood on it. The spring quarter seemed to fly by. Kelly and I had plenty of time together. I continued to make it with girls from the group and a couple of professors. It was all fun but I missed Amy terribly. I was pretending that Kelly was Amy. Soon it would be time to think about finals. These finals would be different. They were going to be my last. I was preparing for my graduation. There was a new world out there for me to conquer. I was visiting job fairs and giving my resume to head hunters. I knew I wanted to spend at least one more summer as a lifeguard. The last week of school was busy, taking finals and packing. There was something so final about clearing out for the last time. Kelly had already reserved the apartment for the next quarter for her and that girl we had the threesome with. The last night we were in bed making love knowing that we would be separated for who knows how long. My parents came up for the graduation. They stayed in a nearby hotel prepared to drive home some of my belongings. I renewed my CPR card and training certificate as soon as I got home. My parents were a little disappointed that I was going to waste the summer at the pool instead of looking for work. There were three of the old lifeguards there and one new girl, for our total of five. The one big disappointment after a week was that I didn't see Susie around. I asked a couple of her friends about her, they told me that her family had moved away a couple of months before. I was faced with the prospect of spending the summer without Susie. I had been looking forward to renewing our affair. That was not the only change. They had eliminated the locker room attendant. That didn't make much sense to me. They got paid less than the lifeguards. Now one of the guards would have to keep an eye on the locker room. That meant fewer guards on the deck. (As expected more lockers were broken into that summer.) I would have even less time to study ads for jobs at work. The surprise benefit was getting to watch girls change. Most of the time they arrived with their swimsuits already on under their clothes, but the little darlings had to take off the wet suits to get dressed to go home. I studied them, trying not to attract attention to what I was doing. More than once I started getting wet seeing those sweet young pussies. One day when the pool was about to close for the day I was reading a job opportunities page, when something came flying through the door at me. I didn't see it coming until it hit me. It was a brown paper bag, like a lunch bag. When I opened it I found a training bra, with something written in it. What was written in it was shocking, "Do you want to take this off of me?" It was addressed to me. There was no mistake in the delivery. There was no name in it so I didn't know who the tease was. There was obviously a young girl that wanted me. There was no way of knowing which girl had thrown it. Three days later the same thing happened while I was minding my own business reading. The bag was addressed to me again. This time it was panties. Same note, no name. No one said anything to me about them. I kept the bra and panties. It was obvious that they belonged to a young girl. The handwriting looked like a girl no more than 11 or 12, or maybe 13. She definitely had not grown out of them. But who the hell was she? Sitting up on the guard tower behind my mirrored sunglasses, you learn to watch what is going on around you. Guards and swimmers alike, try to play jokes on you. You can have your head pointed in one direction and be looking in another. That way you can catch kids doing stuff they shouldn't be doing. They think they got away with something because you weren't looking in their direction. You have the option of ignoring it or spinning around and calling them out. One day there was a new girl in the pool I had never seen before. I knew because she stuck out. I watched what she was doing. She had a group of girls around her. All of the girls were 10 to 12-years-old. I found out later that she was only 12-years-old. What made her stand out was her breasts had to be at least a double D. The girl was definitely not shy. I witnessed her slipping up her two piece swimsuit top and allow the girls around her to feel her tits. It was funny to watch them comparing their own breasts with hers. Several of them were almost as flat chested as boys. She was the only one flashing her breasts. A couple of them flashed her back though. There was not much to flash though. Later I confronted her. She almost panicked when I told her what I had seen her doing. She blurted that her name was Heather, and she was 12- years-old, when I asked. I told her that it was inappropriate for her to be flashing her breasts in the pool. She professed that she was proud of them. I don't think she understood what I was saying in response because I was using double entendre beyond her understanding. (I implied that I was partial to a cherry that didn't grow in the LA area when they are ripe.) She had no clue what I was talking about. I only saw her around the pool a couple of time before she was gone. Nothing much more happened until near the end of summer. She came back. It was late August; the number of kids in the pool was diminishing as they prepared to return to school or growing tired of the pool as the summer wearied on. Having fewer kids in the pool allowed me to allow the other lifeguards to leave early. One afternoon Heather waited until we were alone in the locker room to tell me, "My cherry is ripe." I asked her, "Do you have any with you?" She said, "Right here!" and grabbed one breast with one hand and her crotch with the other. She obviously had learned what I had been joking about earlier in the summer. She was serious now. She asked me, "Do you want to take my cherry?" I left her standing there without answering her question while I checked to make sure we were alone. I led her by the hand to the lifeguard's locker room and sat her on that old green sofa. I sat down next to her and fondled her breasts. I removed the top of her swimsuit so that I could suckle on her nipples. I hooked my fingers in her bottoms and pulled them down. She had no objections to me rubbing her pussy and her clit, which really stuck out. I got down on my knees to lick her pussy and inspect her pussy. It was obvious that she was a virgin. The little tart may have developed fast and been playing around but no one had broken her hymen. I sucked her long enough to cum. I expected one of the other lifeguards to come back to help me close up and check the Ph of the pool and adjust the treatment before locking up. So I didn't go any farther with Heather. I let her get dressed and sent her home. I didn't see her again the rest of the summer. In addition to my lifeguard duties I was also the swim team coach again. In the past I arranged for our last swim meet to be against a team from Santa Barbra. They were out of our league. That just means they were not in the league we competed against. I had to have special permission to travel. I had called their coach early in the season to make arrangements with the coach for this year's meet. Normally it entailed an early morning two hour drive up the coast, spend the afternoon at the meet and a two hour drive home. But this year after talking to the parents there was a desire to see some of the tourist attractions in the area. There were some that wanted to see the Santa Barbra Mission but most wanted to drive over the hills to Solvang. Solvang is a Scandinavian community that has built a tourist attraction in the middle of an old farming valley. The buildings reflect an old world design and they proudly display flags and colors of such countries as Norway, Sweden, Finland, Poland, Germany, Denmark, Netherlands and Belgium. They pride themselves on creating authentic homeland meals and confectionaries. The parents were planning on going to the swim meet in the early afternoon and then visiting Solvang in the late afternoon. They planned on having dinner there in the evening. Those that didn't want to spend the money for expensive restaurant meals could take their children to the A& W hamburger hamlet close to the 101 highway. Then back to Santa Barbra for the night. We had to raise money for such an outing. Mother's had bake sales and the kids conducted car washes at a gas station. The kids were motivated to work hard to raise the money and they worked hard to get ready for the swim meet. Most of the kids would spend the night in the motel or hotel rooms with their parents. For those kids that the parents couldn't or wouldn't be going, permission slips had to be provided for them to stay with other people. We tried to pair them up with their friends and separate the boys and girls in different motels close by. I had the day off from the pool to supervise the trip. My plan was to get a single room for myself. "The best laid plans of mice and men," when the day came and the meet was over and the day was over there was one girl extra after pairing them up. Her name was Jenny. She was a cute girl with light brown hair down to her shoulders, but not what anyone would call a classic beauty. The fact that she was only 11 allowed her plenty of time to blossom into a beauty. The problem arose that if I allowed her to sleep in my room it was a single, one bed. Jenny was happy to share a bed with me though. After my affairs with Susie and Amy I was primed for young pussy. I really didn't want to run the risk of getting in trouble. I would have preferred that Jenny stay with someone else. Under the circumstances I couldn't refuse to allow her to stay with me. I promised myself that I would not make a pass at her. My objective was to simply go to sleep right away. It only took until after 11:00pm for everyone to settle down in their rooms. I had to keep an eye on all of the girls and get on their case for throwing ice from the ice machine at each other in the parking lot. There were girls coming to the door complaining about one thing or another. Either it was too cold or two hot in their rooms or the faucets leaked and the dripping was keeping them up. Jenny had changed into pajamas with short sleeves and legs, with little Bugs Bunnies and Daffy Ducks on them, in our bathroom for bed while I was solving a dripping faucet problem. She was in bed trying to go to sleep, but not getting much rest. Eventually I got to use the bathroom to change into my nightgown. The one I brought along was light cotton that only reached to mid thigh. As usual I didn't bother with underwear. I turned out the lights and got into bed next to Jenifer. As we lay there Jenifer asked me, "Last summer I saw you holding onto Susie's body under a towel." I thought no one could see what was going on under the towel. Besides I thought all of the kids in the pool were too young to understand what was going on. Jenny may not have understood then, but in the course of the year she must have figured it out. She asked, "What were you and Susie doing under that towel?" I tried to pass it off, "We were just keeping warm." She wasn't buying that. She said, "During the winter my mom explained the birds and bees to me. I could tell something was going on under that towel." She was a bright girl. I guess she was starting to put two and two together. After several denials, she told me, "it is okay, whatever happened. My mom told me about things that happen between girls." It seems Mommy also told her about masturbation. Jenny had been spending the time afterwards getting in a little practice. This was getting interesting. "What else did Mommy say?" Apparently her mom had what could be called a healthy and open mind about sex. Jenny was allowed to masturbate all she wanted. Mom had told her about it and then showed Jenny how to do it by doing it to herself in front of Jenny. She had even volunteered to do it to her, but Jenny was a little too embarrassed to allow her to do it. Just the same Mom had made sure Jenny understood that masturbation was done in private. Her mother had also drilled into her that she was not mature enough for a relationship with boys. They would want to do thing to her. She needed to know that those things could result in her becoming pregnant. A light went off in my head. I had met her mother before; she was a single woman and not all that old, she was only 29-years-old and Jenny was only 11-years-old. She had never married as far as I knew and had raised her daughter alone. Mom's name was Pamela but preferred Pam. A few questions on my part told me that Jenny's mom had gotten pregnant during or shortly after her senior year of high school. She managed to graduate before it was known she was pregnant, including her own family. She had been disowned and had to support Jenny on her own. She knew the importance of education and got some community college education before expenses forced her to quit. I also learned that her mom had some overnight house guests from time to time but never anything lasting. Jenny said that the ladies were nice to her. They slept in Mom's bed overnight. Jenny had been told in no uncertain terms not to get involved with boys on any kind of sexual level. It was unspoken, but her mom didn't mind if she had girls her age overnight guests of her own. Jenny had a few sleepovers with her girlfriends but had never indulged in any sexual activity with them. She was just starting to develop an interest in sex and what went on in her mother's bedroom behind closed doors. The noise coming from her bedroom at night was intriguing. Was her mom masturbating with those ladies in there? Since she knew about masturbation and about male and female sex she started to guess about lesbian sex. She had never acted on her desires to find out about it because she didn't know anyone that was openly a lesbian. The reason she had started the conversation was her memory about what she suspected Susan and I had been doing a year ago under that towel. She wanted to know if I touched Susie. I told her yes, and Susie liked it. Jenny asked, "Do you want to touch me and show me what you did to Susie?" I propped myself up on my side facing her, "Do bears shit in the woods? Of course I would love to teach you about everything I did with Susie. Are you sure you want it; is okay with you if I touch you in places that are known as private places, without telling anyone?" Jenny promised that she would never tell anyone. I started kissing her on the face as I uncovered her. I paid special attention to her eyes. I worked my way down to her neck with light kisses and light brushes with my lips and tongue. I lingered at her ear long enough to make her uncomfortable, with licks in her ear and blowing in it softy. She was responding beautifully as planned. I knew I could do anything with my mouth from then on. I had to be careful not to get carried away and leave hickies on her...at least where they could be seen by others. I began kissing her softy and gently at first but as the desire took over I became more aggressive. She was responding to me like a tuning fork. I could tell her passion was growing too. I kissed her on the mouth and introduced my tongue. She stopped me. I had to explain to her what I was doing because she had never been kissed like that. When I returned to tongue kissing her I explored her mouth and sucked the air right out of her lungs. I slid my hand down her body and touched her nipples. Her breasts were nothing more than swollen lumps of flesh at that point. I soon was removing her pajama top. I just had to see what she had. I can honestly say that her areolas were larger than her tits. I was studying them by the light coming in from the bathroom and the glow from the television. Her breasts were no larger than walnuts under a towel. My hands got busy feeling and stroking her little breasts, toying with her little areolas and nipples. My efforts were turning her on. I stopped kissing her and told her, "I also touched Susie other places." She breathlessly asked, "Where?" I said, "Between her legs. Can I feel you there too?" She thought about it for a little bit and then nodded her head up and down. I slid my hand down to her pajama bottoms and struggled to pull them down. I had to stop all other activity and sit up to pull her pajamas off of her legs. I also took that opportunity to pull my nightgown over my head and fling it away. I was absolutely drooling at the sight of her hairless little pussy. When I parted her fat little opening I saw that her nice little labia were just starting to develop. I could feel that little bulge of her little clitoris. I love little girls that have an exposed clit. Feeling them is even better. She had her hands on my boobs. I never did have very large breasts, but they filled her hands. She was trying to suck on my tits like I had done to her. Meanwhile I was busy toying with the lips of her pussy. I slipped a finger between the lips to explore her pussy. I wanted to stimulate her so that she would be sopping wet when I put my mouth on her cunt. Going down on her prevented her from playing with my boobs any longer. I missed the pleasure of that, but I had a much stronger desire to taste her pussy. I kissed the fat of her inner thighs. I could tell Jenny was getting excited if nothing else, by the smell being emitted by her pussy. When I settled in and began to lick her pussy, Jenny placed her hands on top of my head and filled her hands with my hair. I gave her a good tongue bath before I opened those lovely lips and stuck my tongue inside. The whole time she was wiggling around, clinging to my hair and moaning and groaning. I could tell it was all new to her. It thrilled me to be the first to taste her sweet pussy. I love being the first to introduce them to the new experiences of lesbian sex. I stuck my tongue up inside her and felt her hymen. There was one hell of a desire to break it. My tongue wondered all around inside of her lips before moving up to her clit. I could tell she was very excited and close to cumming. She was so distracted that she even started to cry because she could not cum. She didn't know what it was all about. I knew what her problem was and bit her clit just enough to take her mind off of the feelings in her body. That was all it took, she went into convulsions and gasped for air while she experienced her first orgasm. I wondered what her mother would say if she knew what I was doing to her daughter. I was sure her mother was no stranger to the lesbian world. Would she be interested in me too? Jenny was recovering and was soon able to speak coherently. She said, "I have had climaxes before, when I masturbated, but nothing compared to this. Did that ever happen to you?" "Yes dear, it did happen to me and it does every time I make love to a sweet young thing like you." Jenny whispered, "Can I do it to you?" "I am not one to turn down such an offer." We returned to kissing each other. I showed her how to use her tongue. She already had her hands on my tits. She was feeling my areolas and my stiffening nipples. That sure got my floodgates open. I was positively dripping. If I wasn't wet before I sure as hell was now. Jenny's mouth was still busy sucking on my face her hands were busy down between my legs. She discovered that my pussy was as bald as her pussy. She had seen her mother's hairy pussy before, and asked, "Why don't you have any hair down there. "I shave it off regularly! Do you like it?" I said. She said, "You are like a girl down there." She giggled after making the statement. I pulled her head down to my pussy and told her to get busy. I gave her fingers a tour of my most intimate places. Her nose was so close that it kept rubbing the back of her fingers. Her fingers found where my hymen had been as she stuck her fingers in deep enough to feel my cervix. She was sucking on my nipples and switching back and forth from tit to tit. She looked up at me with those big eyes and whispered, "You're all wet down there." Boy was that ever the truth. I told her to continue finger fucking me. I loved the feeling of her little fingers inside of me. All too soon I needed more. I asked, "Would you do to me with your mouth what I did to you?" She was blushing as she nodded her head up and down. I spread my legs and pulled her head down to my pussy. She looked at my cunt for a moment before she started licking my pussy. Suddenly she pulled back and asked, "Is that pee all over you down there?" I assured her, "No baby that is just a lot of my love juice. I do that when I get really excited." Jenny's tongue went back to work in my pussy and her mouth latched onto my clit. While she was licking me her tongue got the full benefit of the flavor of my womanly cum juice. She seemed to enjoy the taste. (I'm sure it was not as sweet as the nectar she produced.) I told her to lick the inside of the inner lips. She was sticking her tongue as deep inside of me as she could. When her fingers were not at work her tongue and mouth were. I grabbed her head and lifted her head up while directing her to my clit. She returned her finger to my cunt after vacating her tongue. She was finger fucking me while sucking on my clit. When I came she found out just how much juice I could produce. She was not going to be satisfied with just that. After I got her fires lit, there was no turning them off. She liked having her fingers in me. She started begging me, "Please put your fingers in me!" I had a problem, what should I do? I explained, "Honey your vagina has a protective skin covering called a hymen. It may not seem important to you now, but in the future you might wish you had saved it for your husband. Also what would your mother say when she finds out it is broken?" Jenny told me, "Mama promised to buy me a vibrator when I'm 12-years-old." (Wow...what a mother, what a family.) I figured Jenny would break it herself before long anyway. Why not me? I was going to be ready this time. I got a towel from the bathroom and a warm damp washcloth. I placed a firm pillow under her butt to elevate it, with the towel under her butt. I told her, "I'm going to break your cherry for you then I'm going to have sex with you like you never felt before!" With the light streaming in from the bathroom I could study her cunt closely. I marveled at the beauty of her little virgin pussy because she was not going to be a little girl much longer. I did it fast. I shoved two fingers into her quickly. I figured it would be better to get it over with. I could tell by her face that it hurt. She whimpered and whined and grabbed hold of my wrist. I placed my other hand over her mouth. I whispered, "The pain will diminish soon baby." After a couple of minutes the sting must have been going away. I began to lick her pussy while continuing to fingerfuck her. She was tight and the passage up to her cervix was short. I stuck two fingers in her up to the fist and started pumping my fist in and out. I was continuing suck on her clit. I felt it stand up and throb. I used my other hand to place a finger above her clit and pulled back the hood, so that I could suck her all the more. With my finger fucking and sucking her clit it didn't take long this time for her to have another climax. It was not as earth shattering as the first one, but she was physically drained. I cleaned up the traces of blood with the warm washcloth and pulled the pillow out from under her and made her comfortable on the bed. I cuddled up against her backside, spooning her while covering us up with the sheet and blankets. She was fast asleep in no time. We had to get up early in the morning. It would not do for anyone to barge in on us the way we were sleeping. We grabbed a quick shower together. I could not resist standing her on the toilet seat and sucking her pussy just to get the juices flowing. We couldn't waste time because we needed to join the rest of the team for breakfast. We planned on visiting the mission and the water front before we headed home. If you have ever been around 20 children ranging in age from 8 to 15 in a restaurant you can picture the chaos getting them fed. I'm sure some of the parents noticed how tired Jenny and I looked, but I suspect they attributed it the long night getting the girls to bed down. Jenny rode home with me. When I dropped her off at her mother's house I gave her a quick kiss on the lips before anyone could see what I was doing. The next day I made a swing by the pool to check out everything before the last evening swim of the summer. Luckily it wasn't crowded. I was sitting in the lifeguard's chair on a towel. That allowed me to relax and think about what had happened to me the last few years. I no longer cared about men. I loved women and girls! If I admitted the truth I really loved little girls, girls right on the cusp of becoming young ladies. While I sat there behind my glasses I watched the young girls playing and screaming as they played in the pool. My life was changing, I had to move forward but oh how I loved my Lifeguard Job. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com or tanyatravels@yahoo.com