Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2020 17:54:18 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Ward of the State (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral. F/gggF) Adult Youth, oral. F/gggF 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: Copyright 2020 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmal.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Ward of the State By Jan My parents were one of those families that lived off the grid. I was growing up without knowing if I had any relatives other than my parents. About all I knew was that my name was Rebeca Thompson. I had always been self-conscious about my size. Even though I was almost 12-years-old I was so tinny most people thought I was no more than 8-years-old. I didn't think I was attractive at all. I didn't understand why all of the boys in the schools I attended were always buzzing around me and why some of the girls hated me. I always felt uncomfortable when adults made a fuss over me. We were making a move to a new town because bill collectors were hot on our trail. Everything we owned was loaded into the old car and we were leaving to in the dead of the night. When the accident happened. According to witnesses, my parent's unsafe automobile rolled over many times when a tire blowout killing both of them. Apparently, the only reason I survived because I was wedged between all of the family possessions in the back seat of the car. I was instantly made into an orphan. The State Troopers turned me over to the Social Services. They did a cursorily search for relatives and I was no help. I was eventually turned over to the foster parent program. I have become convinced that there are only three kinds of people are interested in taking in pubescent children: First, are the people that feel it is their religious calling to take in orphan and abandoned children. Often to indoctrinate them into their religious beliefs. Second, are the people that only want to take in children is for the money they receive for each child they take in. The Social Services doesn't have enough staffers to verify that the money goes for the needs of the children, as opposed to booze and drugs. Third, are the people that take in children because they want to exploit them for their sexual gratification. I was turned over to a woman from the latter group. I was a frightened 11-year-old when I was delivered to Ms. Clara Hitchcock's cheap apartment. The apartment reeked of the smell of stale cigarette smoke, sweaty body odor, and rancid cooking oil. The old furniture was covered with old blankets. Clara welcomed me with a big hug. I was overwhelmed by both her physical appearance and her body odor. She was only about five-feet three-inches tall and she was grossly overweight. The cheap thin old cotton dress was stained down the front. It did little to hide how fat she was. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra because her massive G sized breasts hung down her body to rest on her belly. She was wearing nylon ankle socks rolled down and cutting into her ankles. Her shoes were stretch almost to the point of failure. When she lifted her arms, the flabby wings flopped around. Her dress was sleeveless also allowed me to see her smelly hairy underarms. I felt uncomfortable with her instantly because I didn't like anyone making a fuss over me Before the social worker left me in Clara's care, she told me that I was enrolled in the local middle school and gave me the paperwork. Clara Showed me the small room that was going to be my room. She helped me stow my meager belongings in the cheap dresser drawers that had seen better days. The twin-sized bed was an old surplus iron military cot. The patchwork quilt was old and frayed as the sheets. As soon as everything was stowed away Clara offered to make me sandwiches if I was hungry. That was when I realized that I was very hungry and assured her that I was starved. She asked me if I would like a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I was thrilled because they didn't serve peanut butter at the county home. Clara led me to the kitchenette and made the sandwiches while I sat at the small table. She also poured me a glass of milk. While I devoured the snack, Clara was asking me about what brought me to be an orphan. It was drawing late and Clara asked: "Honey, would you like to take a bath before bedtime?" "Yes, please" Clara led me to the bathroom and drew the bath while I got undressed. At the home, there were only communal showers. I was so excited about getting to soak in a tub that I didn't care that Clara was sitting on the toilet watching me. As soon as I was naked, I stepped into the old porcelain-coated iron tub and lowered my body into the warm water. It was a luxury to soak in the water as long as I wanted. While I bathed, Clara continued asking me questions about my past. She just about learned everything about me by the time I got out of the tub. I felt a little uncomfortable about drying myself off in front of her. I did it as quickly as possible and put my nightgown. It clung to my damp body. Clara pulled the plug on the tub and wiped it down while I was brushing my teeth and hair. At least she didn't follow me to my bedroom. It was the first time I had a door to close in three months. It was hard to go to sleep in a strange bed. In the morning I woke up confused for a moment before I remembered where I was. I got dressed in preparation for school. Clara made a breakfast and bag lunch for me and sent me off to school with a kiss on the cheek. Living in a poverty-stricken neighborhood at least all of the students attending the school were dressed no better than me. It was still very intimidating to attend a new school, particularly being introduced with the school year half over. A few girls did make an effort to welcome me. They even walked me home. They lived in the same building. One of them told me that her name was Amy and she invited me to come home with her. I told her that I would have to check with my foster parent. The following day I walked up the stairs to her apartment. She explained that both of her parents worked, so we had the apartment to ourselves for at least four hours. She asked me what I thought about boys and I told her that I didn't like boys at all. She was pleased with that response. She told me that she didn't either. She told me that she had a girlfriend that taught her how girls can do anything a boy can to make her feel good. She asked me if I would like her to teach me how to make a girl feel good? I knew what she was talking about, so I said: "okay." She led me to her bedroom. She took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth before she started taking off her clothes and invited me to do the same. As soon as we were both naked, we got on her twin bed with sagging springs and we cuddled while we kissed. She placed her hand between my legs and started playing with my pussy. We rolled over kissing and we were playing with each other's pussy. She eventually turned around and started kissing my pussy. The things she was doing was driving me to distraction. I had never felt anything like that before and felt obligated to return the favor. She didn't resist when I got between her skinny legs and started licking her pussy. I found that I enjoyed the musky odor of her wet pussy. We sucked each other's pussy again at the same time. We played around until it was close to the time that her parents were due to get home. We both got dressed and I went down stairs to Clara's apartment. Clara welcomed me home with a hug and a kiss. I was becoming comfortable with the fact that Clara was a touchy-feely person. I had a lot of homework to do to catch up with my class. I was working on the coffee table while Clara was preparing the evening meal. By the time I closed my books the meal was ready. I washed my hands and set the table for two. Clara asked. "Did you and your new friend have a good time? I guess you did, judging by the smell on you face when you came home." I was embarrassed that she knew I had sex with Amy. I was helped wash the dishes and when we finished, we moved to the other room and sat together on the couch to watch the evening programming on the TV. Clara's questions were becoming far more personal. She asked: "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I told her; "No." "I don't need to ask if you ever had sex with a girl, but have you ever had sex with a woman?" "'No" Clara said in a confidential tone; "When I was even younger than you, I had an aunt that tight me all about sex. We even took pictures! Would you like to see them?" There was something about seeing nasty pictures that I couldn't pass up, "okay." Clara went to her room and returned with a shoebox. She sat down and placed the box on her lap. When she removed the lid, I saw that the box was full of losing three by four pictures on glossy paper. "We printed them on a color printer from a digital camera." She handed me one and she had to point out which girl was her. She was a very pretty girl when she was young. The picture was of the two girls horsing around. They were both wearing T-shirts, shorts, and they were barefooted. It was innocent enough. There was a lake in the background. She said: "When I was 9, I spent the summer visiting my aunt and she lived near a lake. We almost had the whole lake to ourselves. I had a lot of fun that summer with my cousin and aunt." The following pictures were more interesting. They were of them removing what little items of their clothing. There were a lot of pictures of them doing to each other what Amy and I had done. After looking at 10 or 12 pictures I asked: "Who took the pictures?" 'My aunt" Then she rummaged through the box and pulled out a hand full of pictures. The first one was of a woman about 35-years-old. She was a little overweight but was attractive. Subsequent pictures were of her naked and the two of them sucking tits and pussies. There were a lot more pictures that were taken over the years and all of them were of sex between women and girls. The pictures were being scattered around on the coffee table in front of us. Clara asked: "Would you like to sleep in my bed with me tonight?" I was sure she was inviting me to have sex with her. "Yes" She sat the shoebox down on the table and sat back and started unbuttoning the front of her old dress. Once all of her buttons were unfastened, she slipped her arms out of the dress. She as sitting there on her dress and she was totally naked. I had already seen her hairy underarms but had not seen just how thick her pubic hair was. There was no hair where her thighs rubbed against each other. She had a lot of dark pubic hair. Sitting next to her, I could smell her pussy. I felt my own pussy tingle as I smelled her. Clara helped me to my feet and undressed me. Standing in front of her as she sat on the couch, she pulled me close and smelled my crotch. "I can smell your friend's pussy on your body." She pulled me closer and stuck her nose against my pussy: "Now I can smell your pussy, and I want to taste it." She pressed her face against me and stuck her tongue into the valley of my pussy and sought out my clitoris with her tongue. She licked my pussy and sucked on the flesh until I had an orgasm. My body quivered and my knees almost buckled. Clara gathered me into her arms and sat me on her lap. We kissed for a long time. She said: "Let's go to bed early, honey." She carried me like a baby to her bedroom and deposited me on her bed. She got on the bed and she pulled me on top of her body. Her huge tits spread out over her chest. I was fascinated by the size of her areolas. They were larger than the palm of my hand. Her nipples were the size of small grapes. I couldn't resist taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking on it like I was expecting to get milk from it. I made a lot of noise while sucking and switched to the other nipple reputedly. When Clara had enough of my nursing, she placed her hands on my shoulders and applied a little pressure. I knew what she wanted me to do. I licked my way down the middle of her body, pausing to rim her navel before moving on down the mountainous belly to the thick triangle of dark mat pubic hair guarding her vagina. The pungent acetic smell assailed my nose but I could not resist the desire to taste her flesh. As I slid my tongue into the valley my tongue was coated with slimy lubricating fluid that tasted of raw meat when I licked her. Clara encouraged me: "That's a good girl! Eat Momma's wet pussy! Stick your tongue into my cunt! Suck on my clit! Make Mommy cum!!!" After she had an orgasm, she had me sit on her face so that she could suck my pussy until I had an orgasm. While we lay there as asked me if I would like to invite my friend to visit her. I agreed to ask Amy to visit her. At school the next day I told Amy about my foster mother and that she would like her to visit her. Amy got excited at the prospect of having sex with an adult. She even told me that her friend would probably like to join in the fun. After school Amy had me join her going to the local Toco Bell, where some teenaged girls hung out. Amy introduced me to her friend, Beverly, and invited her to join us to meet Clara. She accepted our invitation and joined us. When we arrived at Clara's apartment, Clara was pleased to meet the other two girls. Clara hugged and kissed both of them. After she kissed Beverly she asked: "Would you like a cigarette?" Beverly said: "Yes, please." Clara pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of a pocket in her dress. She offered all three of us a cigarette and put one in her own mouth. She lit all of our cigarettes. Beverly took a deep drag and held the smoke in her lungs before exhaling the smoke towards the ceilling. Amy and I tried to emulate the way Clara and Beverly smoked but wound up coughing and hacking when the smoke entered our lungs. The two of us gave up trying to smoke. Clara reached out with her free hand and placed her hand on Beverly's 14-year-olds 34-C tit. Beverly smiles and even started unbuttoning her blouse. Amy started taking my clothes off before we removed hers. Clara unbuttoned her old dress and freed her arms from dress to revival that she as naked underneath. When all of us were naked Clara asked Beverly to demonstrate how she taught Amy about sex. Beverly took Amy to the couch while Clara sat in the only chair in the room and pulled me onto her lap. She started rubbing my pussy while we watched Beverly place Amy on her back on her couch and started sucking Amy's pussy. Before the visit was over all three of us girls ate Clara's hairy pussy. The parties became a daily event. One day we were having a party and the was a knock at the door. I almost panicked when Clara answered the door. It was my social worker. I assumed that all hell was going to happen, but she simply came I and took off her clothes and joined the action I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com