Date: Mon, 11 May 2015 21:48:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Black Experience (lesbian/ interracial/adult youth, oral, anal, g/FF Warning: Adult youth, oral, anal, g/FF 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 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Black Experience By Jan I grew up in the projects in Compton, California. Right up to the early sixties cities within the county of Los Angeles had laws that prohibited the renting or sale of property to blacks, so after World War II the blacks could only rent apartments within the roughly one mile wide strip of land running from the City of Los Angeles south to the Los Angeles Harbor. That gave rise to the black community knows as Watts. In the mid-sixties when the city laws were struck down the City of Compton had become almost exclusively black. At one point during the fifties there were multiple story building erected in rows as low rent residences west on the Alameda Blvd. and what had been the Red Car Line from LA to Long Beach. The tracks had been unused from the fifties until they reactivated the light rail system after the turn of the century. During the sixties the projects became dominated by gangs, drugs, and prostitution. It was a sad fact that very few of the children living in these buildings had fathers living with them. A single woman with four or five children might have a man living with them for a few months, but rarely would that become a lasting relationship. The fact that these women had little education, forced them to seek unskilled employment, and work long hours to support their children. Some of them made their living on their backs. The children qualify as latch key kids, so they are recruited into the dominant gang of the area. I did my best to avoid being sucked into the gangs, because I had no desire to become a whore for a bunch of drug dealing thugs. My mother traveled miles by bus to work as a cleaning woman for an agency that cleaned office buildings. I was her only child. All I knew about my father was that he was from the deep-south, and judging by the color of my skin he must have been very black. In a public school, being very black or very light skinned works to segregate the youngsters. I saw girls that could almost pass for white get scared faces by black girls, because they thought the girls were trying to steal their boyfriends. At the same time the very black girls were shunned because they are considered unattractive. Mother had named me Pearl, so I was called Black Pearl. I was also a skinny girl that was almost flat chested well into puberty, where many of my classmates had large breasts by that time. We lived on the second floor of one of the buildings in the projects. It was a small two bedroom flat. Mother always kept an eye on the occupants and would advise me which one to avoid. There was one full bodied woman named Jackeline that lived on the third floor that mother was adamant about me avoiding. Mother assumed that she was a whore. She had relatively light colored shin. It was no darker than a light skinned Mexican. Her hair was straightened and dyed various shades of blonde with streaks of light shades of red. When I would see her she would be dressed in tight fitting dresses over her size 16 figure. There was just something very erotic about her that I was attracted to. I couldn't resist giving her a friendly greeting when we met on the stairs, and she was cordial to me as well. One afternoon she invited me up to her flat for soft drinks. My mother wouldn't get home from work until the early hours of the morning, so I accepted her offer. We walked up to her floor, and she opened the door to her one bedroom flat. Her flat was a typical furnished flat with cheap contemporary furniture. She invited me to have a seat at the dining table, while she went to her small kitchenette, and retrieved a couple of canned soft drinks from her fridge. She sat across from me at her small dining table as we talked. She wanted to know what music I liked, what dance steps I preferred, what movies I had seen. I found her to be a delightful person to talk to, and she smelled good too. We talked until it was close to my bedtime. I eventually had to say my goodbyes and go back downstairs to my apartment to get ready for bed. I started looking forward to spending time with her. I would come home from school, change clothes, do my homework and go upstairs to her flat to visit with her. One afternoon Jackeline mentioned that she thought my mother didn't like her at all. I was reluctant to tell her what my mother thought she was, but I eventually admitted that my mother thought she was a whore. She got a good belly laugh from that. She said, "That is one occupation I would never entertain. I'm a physical therapist at a convalescent home. I choose not to wear hospital scrubs to and from work because in this area if anyone thought I had access to drugs they would be trying to force me to get them some drugs." Having said that she took hold of my hands, and said in a confidential tone, "I'm a lesbian dyke! Does that disturb you?" I was aware what that meant. There were even rumors about some girls and teachers at my school, but I had never heard that any of the girls I knew actually having firsthand knowledge of any other these people actually hitting on them. It took me a moment to think about her question before I told her that I didn't care if she was a lesbian. At that point I was embarrassed to ask any more questions about her sexual activities. She changed the subject because she was aware of my being uncomfortable discussing the subject. When I left her flat I couldn't think about anything but her being a lesbian, and what it meant. I thought about what she would look like naked, and what she did with other women. I couldn't sleep, and found myself masturbating feverishly. When mother got home I pretended to be asleep when she opened my bedroom door to check on me. I was waiting outside her door for her to get home that afternoon. When she entered the hall and saw me she gave me a warm smile. She greeted me with a hug as she opened her door with her key. Having her hug me, gave me a strange feeling. There was just something about her big soft body pressing against me, and heady sweet smell of her perfume that turned me on. As soon as we were seated I asked, "Jackeline, what do you do when you are with other women?" Jackeline gave me as knowing smile, "You couldn't sleep last night, and I'm guessing that you even masturbated most of the night. Does the idea of having sex with a woman appeal to you?" Her ability to read my feelings disturbed me, but I had to admit that I thought about what she told me all night. When she placed her big hand on my arm it felt like an electrical shock. There was an impulse to withdraw my arm, but I relaxed. She smiled knowingly and asked, "Would you like to find out what it is like to have sex with a woman?" I was shocked that she was so straight forward and casual about sex. Then I felt her hand resting on my thigh and it was sliding up my leg taking my skirt along with it. The muscles on the inside of my right thigh quivered as her fingers drew near my warm panties. There was a moment I almost panicked, but I held still as her hand stroked my warm panties. I don't know what came over me, but I turned to face her and I kissed her on the lips. She asked, "Would you like me to introduce you to the way women make love to each other?" "YES Please!" "Why don't you start by helping me get undressed?" as she turned her back towards me. I was all thumbs as I fumbled with the hook and zipper in the back of her dress. As soon as the zipper was down she reached down, and pulled the dress up and over her head. As she tossed the dress on the table, she shook her head to make her hair fall back in place. All she had on was a thin, black, lacy brassiere to hold up her massive breasts, black lace panties that were just barely large enough to cover her vulva. There were small tattoos of cat paw prints visible above the panties. She didn't have nylons on and her feet were in comfortable cork soled wedged open toed shoes. Her toe nails were painted the same coral color as her fingers. I was fascinated as she had me help her finish undressing. The delicate lace purple bra didn't hide her areoles and nipples. I could see that they were almost as dark as my skin. When I unhooked the back of her bra, she pulled the straps off of her shoulders and pulled the bra free of her arms. When she turned to face me her large breasts sagged substantially. I still thought she was very sexy. When she started pulling down her purple panties I didn't expect to see so much skin. She shaved her pussy completely, and her labia minor dangled well past her labia major, and it was a very dark color. When she removed her shoes she wiped her crotch with the palm of her right hand, and waved it under my nose. The smell of her pussy was heady and strong. Then she pulled me to my feet and sat down in my place, and told me to remove my clothes. I told her, "I'm embarrassed about taking off my clothes because I'm so skinny. Most of the girls my age have big tits, some of them even started their periods as young as 10!" She told me, "Don't be embarrassed about your body at all! Those girls you envy in a few years will be fat, their tits will sag down to their waists, and their butts will be so big they can rest beer bottles on them without spilling a drop." I chuckled at her joke before pulling my baby blue jersey T-top over my head. I never wore a bra because I didn't need one. Jackeline reached out with her warm hands and played with my nipples. She stroked my flat belly and assured me that my figure was to be envied. When I pulled the drawstring on my shorts and stretched the waist of my jersey gym shorts they fell to the floor around my feet. I didn't have panties on either. When I stepped out of my canvas tennis shoes I was totally naked. She let her hands slide down my body to grasp my hips and pulled me close between her legs. She pulled me down onto her lap and started kissing me. I had never been kissed like that by anyone. She sucked on my tongue while she played with my nipples. When she stopped kissing me, she pulled my head down at the same time she lifted one of her big tits, and put the big dark nipple in my mouth. It was strange sucking on a nipple like I was a baby, just the same I used both hands to support her tit and felt her soft flesh. I was enjoying the feeling of her flesh in my mouth. There came a time when she placed her hands on top of my nappy head, and pressed my head down, as she straightened her legs so that I slid off of her lap. When I was kneeling on the floor in front of her, Jackeline lifted her thick legs up and placed her heels on the edge of the cushion, before spreading her knees as wide as she could. She still had her hands on top of my head and she pulled my head down to her pussy. When my face was just inches away from her pussy I could feel her body heat and the aroma of her pussy made my head spin. I stuck my nose between the folds of her labia minor, and buried my face in the warmth of her pussy. She told me what to do with my tongue. I was almost blinded by all of her bodily fluids getting in my eyelashes. I didn't need to see what I was sucking on anyway. She was singing my praises, so I figured I was doing something right. There came a point when she held her breath and started bucking her hips up, smashing her cunt into my face. When she relaxed she stretched out her legs and went limp. She pulled me up her body and kissed me on the mouth, while she told me what a good job I had done. She placed me on the couch sideways, so that my head was resting on the armrest of the couch and lifted my inside leg up and rested my heel on the back of the couch. The only sign that I was approaching puberty was the new growth of pubic hair. Like the nappy hair on my head my pubic hair looked like individual coiled watch springs. I always wanted straight hair like the photographs of fashion models. I even tried to straighten my hair but I gave up when all of the lotions and creams didn't work I gave up, and resigned myself to having kinky hair. Jackeline didn't seem to mind that I had kinky hair at all. She covered my vulva with her mouth. She sucked on my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I had masturbated to orgasm many times, but had never been brought to an orgasm by another person. For some reason it was taking me forever to reach that point where there was a release. It was driving me crazy that I couldn't cum, but I sure didn't want her to stop. I was sweating profusely, suddenly I felt like my heart stopped and a warm rush flooded my body. The feeling was as if I had received a Novocain shot that made my whole body numb. I had never felt so relaxed before. I never wanted the feeling to end. When I opened my eyes Jackeline was looking up at me with her chin resting on my hairy vulva. She had a wicked smile on her face. "Did you have a good time, Honey?" "I never felt anything like it before. Is it always that good?" "It is always good but you will never forget how good it felt the first time." We lied there talking for a while, but eventually I had to get dressed and I couldn't get over how exciting it had been. I couldn't resist masturbating for hours, but it wasn't as good as it had been with Jackeline making me cum. I was sound asleep when Mother got home. I couldn't resist visiting Jackeline when she got home every day for the rest of the week. I was having the time of my life. I was always in bed well before my mother got home. Come Saturday morning Mom always did the weeks laundry as usual. When she was finished washing the clothes she brought the laundry back up from the Laundromat, and started breakfast for the two of us. The smell of toast and coffee woke me up. When I joined her at the little breakfast table, Mom casually asked me, "Who is the woman you have been seeing?" I was stunned because I couldn't figure how she knew I was seeing someone. I thought that she was possibly physic or something. I was scared to admit I was seeing Jackeline because Mother thought she was a whore. I asked, "How could you tell I have been visiting someone?" Mother said, "While I was doing the laundry I could smell the perfume of an adult female on your clothes! So who is she?" I almost panicked, "I met a physical therapist that works at a couple of convalescent hospitals. I enjoy talking to her." Mother pressed the subject, "Who is she?" "It is Jackeline, the woman from upstairs." Mother's face went dark looking, "I told you that she is a whore, and to stay away from her!" I complained, "She isn't a whore!" "And just how do you know she isn't a whore?" "I have spent the evenings with her for the past week, and talked to her. She has a degree in physical therapy. She told me that she doesn't wear her hospital scrubs to and from work simply because if the gangs around here thought she had access to drugs they would be trying to force her to steal some for them." Mother thought before saying anything more. "Maybe I should get to know her before I say anything more about her." I had hopes that my mother would like her well enough to allow me to befriend Jackeline, but I also feared that mother would figure out that I was sleeping with her, and GAWD knows what she might do. I figured I better talk it over with Jackeline before they met. As soon as I could get away I rushed upstairs and knocked on Jackeline's door. When she opened the door she looked like she had just gotten up. Her hair was in a mess. I pushed my way into her apartment and started telling her about what had taken place. She sat in her favorite chair and smiled at me. "I will be happy to meet your mother as soon as I take a shower and get dressed." I followed her into the bathroom and sat on the toilet while she showered and fixed her hair and put on makeup. I could watch her all day, because I found her naked body so erotic. While she was putting on her face I knelt behind her, and kissed the big soft orbs of her butt. She reproached me saying, "You better stop doing that or I will never finish getting dressed!" As much as I wanted to suck her pussy at that moment I knew I would be missed soon. I asked her to come downstairs when she was ready. With that I left her to get ready. When I returned to the apartment I told Mother that I had invited Jackeline to come down, so that you can get to know her. Typically of my mother she had to start cleaning up the apartment. In fact the first thing out of her mouth was, "Good Lord, look at all of the dust!" With that she started dusting off every surface in the place. She also changed her dress so that our guest wouldn't see her in her old house dress. She wore an old dress around the apartment to clean, because it was comfortable, and she didn't mind the bleach and food stains on it. She was still fussing around when there was a knock on the door. I answered the door, and invited Jackeline in and made the introductions to my mother. Mother insisted that she sit in the best chair, and insisted on getting her something to drink. Jackeline accepted her offer of coffee. There was a fresh pot on the stove. Mother and I sat on the couch while we doctored our coffee to taste. Mother said, "Pearl tells me that you are a physical therapist, and that you are her friend. Tell me where you come from?" Jackeline took a sip from her coffee and began telling my mother her life story. It turned out that they had a lot in common. Despite my mother's misgivings she found that she actually liked Jackeline. They talked for hours, as the shadows began to cross the room the subject of a meal came up. The three of us agreed to go out for dinner. We caught the bus and went up town to a Mom and Pop restaurant for a southern comfort food supper. If my mother had any suspicions about the true relationship I had with Jackeline she sure didn't give a clue. When we returned home and parted ways, Mother and I entered our apartment, we talked about Jackeline for a little while before we went to bed. Mother admitted that she liked her. Nothing was said, but I felt sure that Mother would not object if I continued seeing Jackeline. The next week I rushed home from school, and changed clothes. I deliberately didn't wear panties this time. I also figured it wiser to shed my clothes before they had a change to absorb her perfume. We had a great time and she introduced me to a lot of different ways to have sex with each other. One evening she had me crouch on her bed on my knees face down while she licked my pussy from behind, and eventually she started licking my asshole and probing the opening with her tongue. I had one of the most amazing orgasms from being rimmed. She didn't insist that I do it to her, but she offered her big butt to me, and I tasted her pussy and her asshole from behind. I was surprised to find that her asshole actually tasted rather sweet. On another occasion she introduced me to dildos. Having a vibrating penis replica pressed against my clit and inside my vagina drove me crazy. They had my body vibrating in tune to the rhythm of the battery powered tool. Still another evening she used a strap-on dildo to fuck me like a man would. I was totally in love with her. I would have done anything she asked of me at that point. If she had asked me to walk naked towards the ocean on Compton Boulevard, I would have done so proudly for her. One evening she told me that the following week she would be working nights, because the staff at the convalescent hospital was short staffed and she would be covering for one of the nurses. The news devastated me. I was forced to masturbate for hours for the want of my lover. It never occurred to me that a physical therapist would stand in for a nurse. One night I was looking out of the window and saw a car pulled up to the curb. It was a little BMW convertible and the top was down. I saw Jackeline sitting in the passenger seat and a blonde woman was behind the steering wheel. They kissed very passionately before Jackeline got out of the car to enter the building. I flew into a rage, as I stormed up to her apartment. When she entered the hall I charged her and pounded on her breasts with my fists, while accusing her of cheating on me. She pulled me into her apartment and held me by my arms so that I couldn't beat on her, as she dragged me to her bedroom. She threw me on the bed, and sat on my chest as she told me, "PEARL, I NEVER PROMISED TO ABANDON OTHER WOMEN! STOP STRUGGLING OR I WILL NEVER ALLOW YOU IN MY APARTMENT AGAIN!" I stopped struggling, and lied there crying like a bady. Jackeline was not wearing panties as her skirt rode up her thighs, and she covered my mouth with her pussy. I was being smothered as her labia minor spread over my face like a gas mask. She told me, "If you behave I will introduce you to other women that would love to have sex with a sweet young girl like you!" My struggling brought her to an orgasm quickly. When she dismounted I started to cuss at her, and she slapped my face. "SHUT THE HELL UP! If you want to continue visiting me you will behave, and do as I tell you!" She ushered me to the door and shoved me out. I was devastated as I made my way down the stairs. I cried myself to sleep before mother got home. It took me several days to get over my rage, and my hormones took over. If I wanted to have sex with Jackeline I would have to share her with other women. I went upstairs and pleaded with her to allow me to continue visiting her. She took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. She mad a phone call, and insisted that I accompany her on a bus ride up town to a building near the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. It was fancy building where wealthy people bought large flats to live in. A doorman opened the door for us and she announced herself to the clerk, and he called the person Jackeline had indicated we were visiting. He directed us to the elevators and told us the floor and flat number. When we exited the elevator there was only four double doors, but a statuesque blonde was standing in the open door to great us. I assumed that was the woman I had seen Jackeline kissing. I felt a rush of jealousy at the same time I studied what she looked like. She was an older woman, possibly in her fifties. Her hair was obviously bleached, and was professionally styled. Her face was showing age lines and the jowls sagged a little, but she had a pretty face. She had a surprisingly good figure. She obviously took very good care of her body. She was wearing a gossamer dressing gown and high heeled pumps. I could see all of her physical attributes through the gown. Her pubic bush was pinkish blonde. She was obviously a natural blonde. She must be bleaching her hair because it was turning gray. She greeted Jackeline with a warm hug and a kiss on the mouth. Jackeline introduced her to me, and the woman beamed, "Isn't she a delightful little 'Black Pear!' She took me into her arms and hugged and kissed me on the mouth. She proudly showed off her residence. I had never been in a place like this before. The view from the large windows of the city lights was amazing. I had no idea how much the furniture cost, but it was obviously very expensive. She had a cocktail shaker filled with dry Martinis. She poured us drinks as she took Jackeline and me on a tour of her flat. The last room she showed us was the bedroom of course. She shed her gown and assumed a regal position on the middle of her bed. Jackeline proceeded to undress me. When I was standing there in all of my nakedness, Jackeline turned me around to show the woman all of my best qualities as she probed both my front and back openings with her fingers. When the woman beckoned with her finger, Jackeline positioned me between the woman's outstretched legs. I didn't need to be told what to do. I started sucking the woman's hairy pussy. While I was doing that Jackeline mounted the bed and she had inserted a strapless dildo into her pussy, and she mounted me from behind. She stuck the dildo into my pussy and started fucking me. With every thrust she was driving my face into the hairy wet pussy. The woman was obviously enjoying having me eat her pussy while watching me being fucked by another woman. When the woman was satisfied and aware that I had an orgasm too she wanted to fuck Jackeline while she ate my pussy. Before the evening was over I had been fucked and eaten by both of them, and I had fucked both of them. The woman eventually drove us home in her BMW. Mother was no fool, she eventually figured out what was going on. She confronted me with simple statement, "You're having sex with Jackeline!" I was stunned by her statement. Not that she knew I was having sex with Jackeline, but the casual way she announced it. I expected her to reproach me for my lesbian relationship, even punishing me for my behavior, but she was calm, unemotional. She simply said, "Do you think you are going to continue having sex with her and other women?" I had to think about it before I answered her question. I realized that I didn't love Jackeline anymore, but sex was the most important thing in my life at that moment. "I don't know if I will always prefer sex with women, but for now I want all of the sex I can get!" Mother said, "Let me know when you make up your mind." The time came when I realized that lesbian sex was the way I wanted to live, and told my mother so. When I did she shocked me simply by lifting her skirt and showing me that she didn't have panties on and she had a butt plug in her asshole and a dildo in her pussy. Mother and I have been living together as lovers ever since. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.