Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 18:40:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Web Date (lesbian/adult youth, oral, F/f,) Warning: 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 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. First Web Date By Jan I married my high school boyfriend right out of high school. He was just finishing high school with a very high GPA and the head hunters had solicited him throughout his senior year. He accepted a management trainee position for a large insurance company. I thought I was going to live the American dream, but my husband spent 14 to 16 hours a day working to climb the corporate ladder as fast as possible. I tried to occupy myself with my children. The two girls did consume all of my time until they started school. When the two of them were in fourth and fifth grades respectively I had far too much time on my hands. My old high school girlfriends that didn't get married were busy making a career of their own, and the ones that had waited until they graduated from college were just starting careers and familes. I just felt like I was growing old before my time. House cleaning and home management were not enough to keep me occupied. I had never spent much time on the computer, because I didn't like them. Jim used our computer for business, sports and finance, or so I thought. One day I logged onto the computer and found that Jim had not logged off completely. When I opened the computer I stumbled into a location that listed all of the recent sights he had visited. What caught my eye was a sight that was a web cam sight. When I entered I was directed to a gay chat-room when I entered the sight I got a request to chat by someone named Bear and Cub. The request said, "Hi Jim, want to play?" When I opened the request there came on the screen a live video with two naked men in the box. On the upper right was a smaller picture of myself. One of the men looked about 50, really fat and very hairy. The other guy sitting behind him looked between 25 and 30. He looked like he didn't have a hair on his body. They were as surprised to see a woman as I was to see naked men. I was about to turn off the computer when the older guy typed the question, "Would you like to see my cub get fucked?" The question shocked me, but I was fascinated by the idea. I simply typed, yes." I sat there watching the younger naked guy get down on his knees and suck the fat man's cock for a while, then the fat man had the young guy stand up, and bend over with his body in profile to the camera, and fat guy stuck his cock in the younger guy's ass. I watched him fuck the guy until he pulled out and shot cum all over the back and butt of the young guy. I backed out of the site and sat there thinking about what I had witnessed. It was obvious that my husband was amusing himself frequenting gay websites. I wondered if he was gay, and that led me to wonder if all of the long hours at work were not just a cover for gay activity. I had to think about the ramifications. If he was gay did I want to stay married to him? After all he was always too tired to satisfy me in bed. Was it worth it to stay married to him, or should I get a divorce? Before I turned off the computer I noticed a chat-room identified as a lesbian chat room. I didn't think much about it at the time, because, after all I had never had sex with another female. Oh, there were the rumors about a few girls in school and even suspicions about a couple of teachers. I stewed over my feelings for a couple of days. Jim didn't even notice my cool feelings, but the girls asked me if something was wrong. I finally got on the computer while the girls were at school. I found that chat-room and went right to the lesbian room. I simple used my name, Cathy. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there watching names appear and go away. There were dings on my name a few times before I clicked on the name. It turned out to be a request to chat from a woman named Pamela. When I accepted there appeared a picture about five inches square in the middle of the screen and a second picture about two inches square on the upper right. The smaller one was of me sitting there looking at the screen. The larger picture was focused on an empty chair. Then the figure of a woman entered the picture. Her body was only visible from the neck down to mid-thigh, and she was wearing a loose fitting dress that looked like some sort of elastic jersey with a beaded belt around the waist. As she sat down in the chair, and I saw her face she looked to be about my age. She had long flowing dark hair. She smiled at the screen as she took a drag of a cigarette. She typed, "Hi, I always make sure it is a woman before sitting down. My name is Pam, and I am a housewife, and happen to be a lesbian as well." I typed back, "I'm married too, and I think my husband is a homosexual. I found his site on the computer, and could not stop thinking about sex. I decided to check it out today." The woman smiled at me, "So you're a web- virgin?" I responded, "I guess so!" She asked, "Would you like to engage in a little cyber-sex?" I said, "I don't know anything about that." She took another drag on her cigarette and sat it in an ashtray by the keyboard. Then she took hold of the stretchy material and pulled it off of her shoulder and pulled her arm out of the baggy sleeve, and then she pulled the material off of the other shoulder and freed the other arm. Then she pulled the front of the dress down to expose her large breasts. She had large dark areolas and pretty large nipples. She used her hands to lift them and bounce then up and down, before she lifted one up to her mouth, so that she could suck on the nipple. I was fascinated by her boldness about performing before a stranger. She blew me a kiss and asked me to show her my tits. I felt funny about doing it, and I was wearing a dress with a tight fitting bodice that zipped in back. I eventually reached behind myself to unzip the dress. That allowed me enough room to pull the front down and reach inside to pull each tit out one at a time. The bra and dress supported them and squeezed them together. I had always been pleased with my 36-C breasts. My areolas were only slightly pinker than my flesh, and my nipples were indented. The woman encouraged me to play with them. Then the woman moved her chair back enough for me to see her knees. She lifted both legs and rested them on the arms of the chair. That exposed her crotch. She didn't have panties on, and her crotch was covered with a lot of dark pubic hair. She wedged her arm under her breast to reach down to play with her pussy. She spent a long time rubbing her pussy before sticking a couple of fingers into her pussy. I watched her face distort as she approached her climax. The chair was shaking as she pulled on her labia and used her thumb to diddle her clit. She finger fucked herself, until she opened her mouth and let out a moan. I knew she had cum. She encouraged me to show her my pussy, and play with it. I felt obligated to do it for her, while she lit up another cigarette. I moved my desk chair back and pulled up my dress. I had to kind 'a stand long enough to pull my panties down to my knees before sitting back down. My pubic hair is a light brown that hardly showed on the monitor. I pulled the hair to prove to her that I had some hair, before I started playing with my pussy. I used my fingers to play with my labia and clit until I had a strong cum. Somehow masturbating in front of a stranger was more exciting than simply doing it in the bathroom or on the bed! She blew me a kiss and promised to see me another time, before exiting the chat. I sat there sweating as I thought about what I had just done. I felt a little shame about what I had just done, but it had felt good masturbating in front of a stranger. I didn't use the computer for a couple of days. Then Jim came home one evening and announced that the company was sending him to the corporate headquarters for a week of management training. I was not ready to confront him about him being gay, so I quietly helped him pack enough clothes for a week, and drove him to the airport. When I got home I put the girls to bed, and then sat down to read, before I thought about the computer. I couldn't resist logging into the chat room. It was after ten o'clock my time when I entered the chat room. This time when someone clicked on my name for a private chat I accepted the request right away. It was a request to chat from a girl that identified herself as, Night Stalker, and it said she was nineteen. When I saw her on screen I doubted that she was as old as she said, but she was an attractive girl. She expressed a desire to meet older women. We talked for a few minutes before we started talking about sex. I confessed that I had never actually dated another female. She told me that her name was Morgan, and that she had been in several relationships for several years. The first time she had ever had sex with anyone was with a babysitter. It was with an older woman that earned extra money by babysitting. She said that she was in love with her for a couple of years. Morgan wanted me to tell her about myself, so I told her about being a teenage bride, two daughters, and having just discovered that my husband was visiting gay web-sites. Then she wanted me to take off my clothes, but I was too shy to do that. I did pull my breasts over the top of my dress so that she could see my tits. Morgan did a little impromptu striptease for me. I had to admit she had a nice body. She played with her breasts by pulling on her nipples, before she stood up in front of the camera and spread her pussy open, and stuck her finger into her pussy. She jilled herself until she flung her head back and moaned through a cum. She sucked her fingers afterwards. When she finished she asked me if I would chat with her tomorrow. I assured her that I would, one thing I had noticed was that on her profile she indicated that she lived in a town that was just a few miles from my home. When I told her the name of my town, she knew I was very close to where she lived. She commented that she would like to meet me. That scared the shit out of me. I gave her a lame excuse about my girls calling out for me from their bedroom and got off the computer abruptly. I struggled with my feeling about sex all night long. I would fall asleep, only to wake up and look at the clock and it would only be 20 or 30 minutes later. Time was moving slowly. I thought the alarm would never go off. It didn't need to, because I got up early and turned it off. I showered to wake myself up. I got dressed in casual clothes for comfort. When it was time to get the girls up I waited for their alarm to go off and when I didn't hear them move I knocked on their door. Of course they complained about me waking them up too early. I went about my normal routine getting them off to school. After cleaning up after them, I made the beds, and cleaned the family room after the night before. I was thinking about Morgan constantly. I wondered when she would be online. I eventually turned on the computer and entered the web-site. I still had not filled out my profile information, but I got a few requests to chat, but I was thinking about Morgan. I was hoping Morgan would log on before the girls got home from school. I suspected that she was in school too. Then a request came that was from "Mama Bear," I was curious about the name. I accepted the request. This time when the screens came up the woman looking back at me was a small chubby woman with short gray hair. She looked like a sweet little old grandmother. I would have expected to see a woman like her in my local church carrying her own worn leather bound bible. She was wearing a lightweight knit sweater with a simple string of pearls around her neck. I was fascinated by her. She told me that she was a widow with grown children and several grandchildren. She assured me that her family didn't know about her preferring the sexual company of women. In response to my question about her husband she told me simply that he was no longer in the picture. She eventually asked me if I wanted to play. When I agreed to play we set about exposing our breasts. She simply lifted her sweater above her breasts. She didn't have a bra on and her big soft breasts hung almost down to her lap. The large areolas and nipples were pointed towards her lap. She massaged them with her hands and pulled on the nipples for my benefit. I pulled my tits out, and made a mental note, because if I was going to do this again I had to dress in something a little easier to remove. I played with my breasts for her benefit. She complimented me on how suck-able my tits were. I lost all track of time while we masturbated for each other. I was cumming for the fourth time when I heard the front door open. I typed - daughter home, while covering up my body and logged off. I was up and finishing straightening up my clothes as I headed for the kitchen before the girls could get there. I gave them glasses of punch and asked them about their day. I half heartedly listened to them tell me about what they enjoyed and complain about some classmates. Then I sent them off to do their homework. I went back to the office long enough to make sure everything was in order. The rest of the evening went pretty much as normal. The girls played outdoors with the neighbor friends after I made sure their homework was checked and corrected. As usual they complained about having to bathe and go to bed, but eventually they were down and asleep. It was close to 10:30 in the evening when I thought about Morgan again. I made sure to put on my nightgown before settling down in front of the computer. As soon as I entered the chat room I saw Night Stalker and requested a chat. I got a message that she would be with me soon. I felt a pang of jealousy, was she chatting with another woman? It was only a moment later she opened the chat. She assured me she was doing homework. I doubted the truth of the statement, but was not about to anger her by doubting her statement. We discussed the possibility of getting to meet each other. I figured I could ask my neighbor to keep an eye on the girls after school long enough to meet her. We agreed on meeting at the McDonalds in the mall nearest to her at five the next day. After that we took off our clothes and masturbated for each other. We eventually had to call it a night. I went next door to have coffee with my neighbor the next morning. I told Joyce that I wanted to go shopping in the neighboring town later that afternoon and had told the girls to stay at her house until I got home. Joyce was happy to do that for me, we had looked after each other's children many times. I was a little evasive about what I was looking for. I indicated that there was a sale I wanted to look into. I spent a long time getting ready for my date. I took a long perfumed bath before getting ready. I selected my sexiest underwear. I deliberately selected self-supporting nylons but added a simple garter belt to hold them up, and then I put on the smallest and thinnest black panties I owned. The matching thin little black bra allowed anyone to see my nipples through the material. I picked my newest black three inch heels. The next thing was what outfit I should wear. I wanted to look like I was just a housewife and mother going shopping with a daughter. So I selected a summer dress that had a pleated knee length skirt and a fitted bodice that added to the support of my breasts. The square neckline exposed enough cleavage to tease anyone. I put on pearls and earrings. I selected a clutch purse and checked out the outfit in the mirror. I was pleased with the look. I allowed plenty of time to drive there and find my way around. I had been there before but was not sure which end of the mall that the McDonald's was located. I had actually parked closest to the entrance near it. I stood close by the area until I saw Morgan approaching me with a big smile on her face. We greeted each other with kisses on the cheeks. I asked her if she would like something and she asked for a chocolate shake. I slipped my hand around her waist and led her to the counter and asked the clerk for a chocolate shake and an iced cappuccino. We sat down at a plastic table for two in a place we could watch the people coming and going. I was sure she was younger than nineteen, but was enamored with her innocent looks. I could picture her singing in a high school glee club. She was dressed like a typical school girl. She even had a book bag slung over a shoulder. That she placed next to her chair. We chatted about our days for a short time. When we were half way done with our drinks, she was the one to suggest that we leave. I led her to where my car was parked. She asked me to take the highway in the opposite direction of my home. When we were approaching the 86th mile maker she asked me to take the next road. When I turned off she told me to turn left. As we pulled under the highway overpass she told me to park behind the row of trees. I pulled off onto the dirt path behind the trees and we parked under the shade of the thick trees. She assured me that there was very little traffic on that road. She told me how attractive I was, and how much she wanted to kiss me. She got on her knees in her seat and placed her hands on my shoulders to kiss me on the mouth. I wrapped her body in my arms and returned the kiss. It was not long before she was wearing most of my lipstick. She was the one that started feeling breasts first. She was soon stuffing her hand down the front of my dress and into my bra to feel my tits. When I placed my hand on her breast I was sure that she was no more than a 34-B cup, but it still turned me on. She insisted on pulling out my tit and sucking on my nipple. While she was doing that, she was rubbing my crotch through my dress. She pulled up the dress to get at my panties. She pulled them aside to get at my pussy. I was already wet from our kissing. I had never felt more turned on. Everything about the meeting was wickedly wrong and all the more titillating. When I reached under her short skirt, I found that she didn't even have panties on. We finger fucked each other while continuing to kiss. We were interrupted once when a battered old pickup passed by. The driver didn't even look at the trees as he passed. We went right back to kissing and playing with each other's pussy. We calmed down after we had cum, and talked about what was next. I told her that my husband was out of town until Sunday evening. She did some calculating quickly, and suggested that she knew a place we could meet Saturday, if I could get away for the day. I figured that my parents would be thrilled to have the girls visit. I even pulled out my cell phone and quickly dialed Mom. Morgan still had her finger in my pussy while I asked Mom if she would like to have the girls visit them over the weekend while Jim was at headquarters until Sunday evening. She was thrilled at the prospect of having the girls for the weekend. After one more long wet kiss we straightened up our clothes and Morgan cleaned her face, before I drove her home. We had agreed to meet at the mall Friday night, after I delivered the girls to Mom's. My heart was pounding by the time I parked my car in the mall parking lot Friday. As I was getting out of the car, I saw Morgan running to me. She got in and I asked her where she wanted me to take her. She directed me to a residential street with single family homes. There were a lot of cars parked on the street. As we walked up the driveway to the entrance to the house there was the sound of music coming through the door, and light shining through the windows. Morgan rang the bell, and it was instantly opened. A middle aged woman greeted Morgan with a hug. Morgan introduced me to our host as her first babysitter and lover. The woman hugged me and kissed my cheek, and welcomed me to the party. The house was filled with thirty or forty people. I noticed that they were all females. A lot of them were middle to older aged women, and the rest of them were a lot younger. Some even looked younger than Morgan. It was quite a party the smell of booze and cigarette smoke filled the house. Couples were dancing to the music and every chair had women sitting in them with other females sitting on the arms of the chairs. There was a lot of kissing and feeling going on. I had never dreamed that women could be so decadent. I was handed a glass filled with rum and coke. Morgan clung to my arm as if she was showing off that I was hers to all of the other females. We danced with each other for a little while. When it got so warm that we were sweating we made our way to the backyard. The cool damp night air was refreshing. The lights in the swimming pool illuminated the back yard. She pulled me under a tree with overhanging branches and pawed my body. We virtually masturbated each other while kissing. When we returned inside women and girls were almost undressed as they made love to each other. I had never seen anything like it before. Women were sucking the pussies of teenagers, and teenagers were sucking every part of the older women's bodies that qualified as erogenous zones. I'm talking about girls licking the underarms of flabby armed older women with a lot of pubic hair under their arms. We weaved our way through the house, stepping over bodies until she reached the master bedroom. Her old babysitter was on the bed with two teenage girls. They made room for us to sit down. Morgan went to work undressing me. Then she stood on top of the bed to do her little dance for the benefit for all present. She stood there in front of me straddling my hips as she shoved her sweet little trimmed pussy in my face. I placed my hands on her hips and started licking my first pussy. It was thrilling I had never got that excited about sucking Jim's cock. After Morgan was satisfied with my efforts she sat down on the bed and started sucking my pussy. (Being a married woman where sex was not all that important to me anymore, I had not shaved my pussy in years.) Morgan was thrilled with my smelly pubic hair. She was very good at sucking pussy. I could hardly keep my mind on what was going on around me. The other woman had a girl sitting on her face while the other girl was lapping at her pussy. I don't even know how many times she made me cum. Slowly the other guests stopped by to say goodbye to the host before leaving. She sat on the bed with her back against the padded headboard, very regally in all her naked glory with a teenager under each arm. When the house was quiet our host showed us an empty bedroom, and helped us change the sheets. Morgan and I settled down after kissing our host goodnight. Morgan was such a horny girl that she even insisted on tongue fucking my asshole. I tried to prevent her from doing that, but after experiencing what it felt like I did it to her. We spend the entire weekend naked and constantly stimulating each other. I even found it exciting when our host wanted to make love to me. It was very exciting having an adult woman sitting on my face, smothering me with her pussy. When I would struggle to breathe she would lift up just enough to let me catch my breath before she would grab me by the hair and shove my face back under her pussy. While I was enduring her domination game the three girls were playing with my tits and pussy. I don't even know which ones were sucking my tits and pussy. I suspected that it was Morgan lapping my pussy and sticking her tongue into my asshole and pussy from time to time. We only stopped long enough to eat, or use the bathroom. Sunday I had to shower and get dressed. I dropped Morgan off at her home before driving to the airport to pick up Jim. I found an e-mail addressed to me the next morning after sending off Jim and the girls. Morgan assured me that she loved me and wanted to do it again. I knew that I was going to get in touch with her again, without question. For some reason I was not even jealous of her still seeing her old babysitter. When Jim approached me with the news that he didn't want to be married any more, I didn't get emotional at all. I asked him if he was going to come out or stay in the closet. He looked surprised at me. "You know?" I smiled, "I suspected for a while, but it wasn't until I found you chat room that I knew." He assured me that he was going to move to the headquarters, so his behavior would not embarrass me. I didn't think much about his declaration. I was sure friends would eventually find out about his preference for men. I did get a generous settlement and child support. The girls were not all that disturbed, because they had never been that close to him. He was never around. It found it surprising how much support I got from the other housewives in the neighborhood. Several of them even came onto me. I never lacked someone to have sex with while the girls were at school. I was getting more sex than the married women were. I even allowed Morgan to visit me. At first she only spent the night when the girls were not around, but eventually they figured out I was a lesbian and asked about it. When I was comfortable with them knowing I even allowed Morgan to spend the night. Oh. And she admitted that she had only been 14-years-old when we met. I asked her about her parents, and she assured me that her father didn't care and her mother was a dyed in the wool dyke. She proved it by showing me a photograph of a woman dressed like a biker with colorful tattoos all over her body. She explained to me that her mother had selected her babysitter to introduce her to sex. Her mom even likes to have sex with her when she didn't have a fem handy. I bought my own computer and Morgan and I have even entertained women together. I have found evidence that the girls have been visiting the lesbian web-sites too. Morgan and I have been thinking about sitting them down to find out just how far the girls want to go. 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