Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2018 08:35:43 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Portland Female Sex Shop 2 (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, FF/f) Adult Youth, oral anal, FF/f 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 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Portland Female Sex Shop 2 By Jan As soon as got home I quickly made my way to my room to get a change of clothes and slipped into the bathroom to take a shower to wash the odor of Sonja's urine off my body. I made sure to spray the clothes I had worn with the bathroom deodorant before putting them in the clothes hamper. After drying my hair, I put on a clean outfit. I started reading the book Sonja had given me. If read like a physiologist's case book. When it got into case studies of incest I couldn't picture my mother indulging in anything like that, but I could picture my father's older sister and my mother's younger sister engaging in that kind of sex. I hid the book and news paper in my school book bag. I used brown paper bag to make a book jacket to hid the books cover title, so I could read the book during study hall and lunch time at school. Reading the book made me realize how naive I had been about sex. I recognized personality signs of people I knew that could be possibly be lesbians. I had heard rumors about Ms. Perini the school principal but had not believed them. With my new understanding I noticed the way she interacted with staff and a select group of female students. I began to believe that she was in fact a lesbian. Reading the news-paper she had given me was easy because it was the size of our school news-paper and I could hide it in inside the school paper. The headlines and articles were about legal issues and cases of homophobic assault on lesbian women, but the personal ads were the most interesting. The personal ads had things like: Blonde non- smoker looking for a roommate like-minded. Small sub looking for mature dom. I enjoyed the humorous ads. Before the weekend I called Sonja and asked if she was serious about allowing me to meet her wife. She assured me that I was welcome to visit the two of them anytime. I told her that I could make it to her home by 10:00am Saturday. She told me that they would be looking forward to seeing me. I got up early on Saturday and caught the bus up town. I had told my mother that I was going to the public library up town. On the bus ride to their home I was nervously excited about seeing Sonja and meeting her wife. I was fantasizing about what Sonja's wife would look like. At first, I pictured an older woman that was as tall as Sonja that would be a full-figured woman that would be a stereotypical dyke, dressing like a man. I rejected that picture. The second image was of a younger woman that would be a petite woman that was very feminine. I rejected that image too. I was puzzled about what she would be like. I had to change buses a couple of times to get close to the address of their home. Again, I wondered what their home would be like. When I got off the last bus, it was a short walk through an older neighborhood. It was probably built during World War II to house the ship yard workers and over the years it had become a bohemian neighborhood. The hippie age, and wife swapping cases had passed but it remained a liberal community. The homes were in the process of being restored and updated. They were on small lots but for the most part freshly painted. My pace slowed with some trepidation as I approached the address on the business card. I stepped up the concrete steps and stood on the stoop to knock on the door. My heart was pounding waiting for the door to open. When it opened Sonja was standing there in colorful silk lounging pajamas and bare footed. She looked just as impressive as she did in the shop. She reached out took my hand and drew me into her home as she closed the door behind us. The front door opened right into a small living room similar to an apartment. The living room was almost the full twenty-five-foot-wide lot. There was no garage. The living room had two comfortable recliner chairs and an eight-foot-long couch. I noticed the large screen TV on the opposite wall with a stereo on a chest of drawers under the screen. There was a woman sitting on the couch that I assumed was Sonja's wife. As Sonja pulled me towards the couch, the woman stood up to greet me. Sonja said, "Wilma I would like to introduce you to Judy. This is the young girl I told you about. Judy this is my wife Wilma!" I stuck out my right hand expecting to shake hands, but the woman took my hand and pulled me close as she wrapped me in her arms and hugged me. She was every bit as tall as Sonja. As I studied her, I saw a woman I would have never would have suspected was a lesbian on face value. She had long chestnut hair that flowed over her shoulders in soft waves. When she turned her head, locks of hair would spill over her chest to cover one of her breasts. She had large gray eyes that were mesmerizing. She had a straight nose that turned up like a much younger girl. Her lips were full and she was wearing mauve lipstick. Her face was a childish oval shape. She had a nice-looking figure. Because of her height my head was level with her 38-D breasts. Her waist was no more than 28 inches and her hips were probably 40 inches. She was also bare footed, and her legs were those of a dancer. She was wearing a simple polished cotton A shaped dress with a belt cinching her waist. Wilma invited me to sit. As I sat down on the couch, Wilma made a point to sit right next to me. Sonja said, "Let me get you something to drink and headed towards the passage in the back of the room that obvious led to a kitchen. Wilma placed an arm round my shoulders and asked me, "Tell me all about yourself and how you came to find your way to "The Sugar Gift Shop." I told her about my family, the school I attended and how I felt about my classmates. I admitted that I had suspected that I was a lesbian but didn't have a clue about finding someone to help me find out if I was lesbian. At that point Sonja returned with three glasses of what I thought was Coke with ice. She sat on my other side; as I took my first sip of my drink. It was sweet but obviously had alcohol in it. I continued to tell Wilma about how I found the shop. I told her that I used my computer to find lesbian establishments. I figured that because of my age there was no point in trying to enter lesbian cocktail lounges. When I found the Sugar Gift Shop and read about it I figured I would be able to visit there without being rejected. When I entered the shop, I was intimidated by what I saw and afraid to talk to anyone, but Sonja approached me At that point I placed my left hand on Sonja's thigh. I looked Wilma in the eye, looking for her reaction to me telling her about how Sonja had seduced me, As I told her about how Sonja had led me to the break room and made love to me. The look on her face was one of lust, and she placed her right hand on my breast and squeezed it before she took me in her arms and kissed me. The two of them proceeded to undress me. When it came time to remove my skirt and panties, it was Sonja that knelt before the couch to perform the task, while Wilma was clinging to my breasts and kissing me with tongue. Sonja stood up to remove her pajamas while Wilma placed a hand between my legs and used her middle finger to masturbate me and suck on my nipples. I must say I was moaning and cooing rather loudly while she played with me. When Sonja removed her pajamas, she was not wearing anything underneath. She stepped up onto the couch straddling my hips and presenting her hairy pussy for me to suck on. While I was greedily sucking on her pussy, Wilma stood up as removed the belt and pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside. She was also naked underneath. She knelt between my legs and placed her hands on my thighs and pressed her face against my pussy. I was humming into Sonja's pussy because Wilma was doing such a great job sucking my pussy. The sex was a driving experience that lasted for a long time and I was making a lot of noise as my orgasm approached. When I did have an orgasm, it was my turn to lose control of my bladder and I pissed in Wilma's mouth. When her mouth was full she pulled back and swallowed as I continued to pee all over her face. The liquid ran down her body to make her breasts, belly, crotch and thighs wet. When Sonja dismounted from me, I begged Wilma's pardon for peeing on her. Wilma was all smiles as she assured me that it wasn't necessary because she loved "Golden Showers." She leaned over me and rubbered we wet body against me as she kissed me. I smelled and tasted my own pee all over her face and in her mouth. They suggested that we should clean up before going any farther, so they led me upstairs to their bathroom where they prepared a red rubber enema bag and hung it on the shower curtain-rod. They had me stand in the tub and had me bend over as they inserted the nozzle into my ass and released the clamp. I felt the cool water filling my colon and putting pressure in my lower belly. I assumed they were going to led me to the toilet afterwards to empty my bowels, but when they pulled the nozzle out of my ass they kept me in the tub so I squatted down and let go. The bathroom was filled with the sink of the dirty water splashing in the tub and covering my beet dirty up to my ankles before running to the drain. Wilma got in the tub with me as Sonja reached for the shower nozzle and turned on the water. She adjusted the temperature until it was comfortable before she washed our bodies. Wilma and I soaped up each other's bodies and rubbed our bodes against each other. When everything was flushed down the drain Sonja handed each of us a bath towel to dry off. When we were dry the three of us headed to their bedroom. They place a plastic sheet over the bed and then they showed me a bowl that contains what I assumed at first was water but when Sonja scooped her hand in the liquid I saw the way there was a long string dripping from her hand into the bowl. She had me lay on the sheet and started spreading the shinny slippery liquid all over the front of my body. Wilma joined me on the bed and Sonja applied the liquid all over Wilma's body too. Wilma lay on top of me and she rubbed her body all over my backside. When she lay on her belly next to me I laid on her back after Sonja added more of the liquid on her back. It smelled like coconut, as I lay on top of her and rubbed my tits from her shoulders to her bulbus butt. When I was directed to lay on my back, Sonja added more of the liquid and Wilma rubbed her large tits all over my tits and pussy. I found it all very erotic. While Wilma and lay on the sheet on our backs I saw Sonja stepping into strap-on impressive flesh colored rubber penis replica. I was apprehensive about what she was planning to do with that thing. Sonja mounted the bed and walked on her knees on the slippery sheet to straddle Wilma's legs. I watched as Sonja guided the dildo to Wilma's asshole and forced it into her ass and fucked her while pressing her tits on Wilma's back. There was a lot of talking going on between them while she was fucking her. Wilma cried out when she was cumming. Sonja pulled her dildo out of Wilma's ass and added that liquid to the thing before she mounted me. I was shocked at how easily it entered my ass. It was painful for a long time while she fucked me and rubbing her tits against my back. I felt sweat drip from her face onto my slippery back. It could have been that fact that this was the first time I was being fucked in the ass or the pain that retarded my orgasm, but eventually I had a strong orgasm. When it was over we made our way to the shower again to clean up. Sonja returned to the bedroom to fold the sheet in on its self and carried it to the bathroom for us to rise it off. When we were dry we made our way down stairs to eat because we were famished. The two of them prepared a nice meal with very little meat in it. It was a tuna salad with iced tea. When we were full we got playful with jicama and carrot sticks and sticking them in each other's pussies. The plates were left on the table while we went into the living room and resumed sucking pussies. I enjoyed licking Wilma's hairy underarms and rimming her hairy asshole. By the time I had to get dressed to return home I was a sore and a happy girl. For the next three weeks I found ways to visit The Sugar Gift Shop as many times as I could. Sonja allowed her fellow clerk to fuck me too. I don't know if I was giving off a vibe from my sexual experiences but on the following Tuesday at school Ms. Perini approached me between classes and told me that she wanted me to come to her office after he last class. I wondered what I had done wrong and was apprehensive about going to her office. When I entered the office, the secretary looked up and gave me sly smile. "Ms. Perini was waiting for you. Go right in." As I approached the door I saw the secretary pick up her purse and turn off her computer as she prepared to leave. As I opened Ms. Perini's door I was impressed by her office. Unlike my image of an office being full of dark Mahogany furniture, her office was full of light oak furniture. It was bright and welcoming. Ms. Perini was sitting behind her desk facing me, and she gestured to one of the chairs in front of her desk. I sat down slowly and sat on the edge as if I was about to take flight. Ms. Perini leaned back in her chair and as she laced her fingers together as she told me, "Relax Judy I just want to talk to you." I wasn't sure if I should sit back or not. I was still nervous. Ms. Perini said, "The reason I wanted to talk to you is that I have observed that you have been frequenting 'The Sugar Gift Shop' several times over the past few weeks. I trust that you know what kind of establishment you are entering." I was dumb struck. I had no idea how to respond to her statement. "Don't worry about it. In fact, I enjoy shopping there myself; and I am very good friends with Sonja and the other clerks. If she was telling me the truth I could relax, and I had no reason to doubt her word since she knew Sonja. I had admired her figure from the first time I had seen her. She was obviously of Italian ancestry. Ms. Perini had black hair that she wore with bangs and her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had the kind of skin tone often referred as an olive complexion. She was about five-foot eight in heels and a mature figure. At school she always wore women's business suits with skirts. She was defiantly the kind of woman that appealed to me. She stood up and circled the desk to stand in front of me and rest her butt on her desk. "Judy, if you promise not to tell anyone about what I am about to propose, we can become close friends." I said, "I wouldn't dream of telling anyone!" With that said she stepped forward and placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head up and kissed me on the mouth. I opened my mouth to return the kiss as she stuck her tongue into my mouth. She placed her hand on my breast and squeezed it. When she broke the kiss, she sat on her desk again and lifted her teal skirt and slip to show me her lavender lace panties. I pulled the chair close so that could remain seated while I pressed my face against the moist crotch of her panties. I did enjoy the aroma of her pussy. Ms. Perini slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down past her knees and lifted each leg one at a time to free her panties from her feet. She placed them on the desk behind her. I took the opportunity to study her pussy. Her pussy was shaved clean. I saw that her labia minora protruded well beyond her labia majora and the edge had a smoky gray color. Her hooded clit was pierced and she was wearing a stainless-steel ring attached to it. I would have never suspected that she would wear jewelry down there. I sucked her pussy like I would be able to suck the ring right off her body. She was telling me, "Oh, Judy you are an expert at sucking pussy. We have to do this more often." While I was sucking her pussy, she removed her jacket and set about unbuttoning her blouse she was wearing a half slip so all she had to so was unhook the lace lavender bra to expose her ripe breasts. They were truly beautiful breasts. They were round firm golden brown with almost chocolate areoles and nipples. She was squeezing them with her hands. I was watching from between her legs and my nose pressed firmly against her mons pubis. I reached up to replace my hands on her tits. They were every bit as firm as mine. She flung her head back and exclaimed, "I'm cumming, baby." I do enjoy having women address me as their baby and allow me to call them Mommy. When she recovered she pulled me to my feet and set about removing my blouse skirt, bra and panties. She sat my butt right on top of her blotter and lifted my legs to place them over her shoulders while she pressed her face against my crotch. Now it was my turn to moan and say, "Oh, Mommy you're making me feel so good!" No mater how much effort she was putting into eating my pussy I was not having an orgasm. As good as it felt it was becoming delicious torture. Ms. Perini solved that problem by sticking a long finger up my asshole. I instantly started squirting in her face. When I recovered, I set about getting dressed. While Ms. Perini retrieved a fresh handy wipe from her desk to wipe her face. She got dressed while I wiped my face and hands. She told me that I would be welcome at one of her house parties. I learned from another girl that had been to her parties that they were wild orgies between teenaged girl and older women. Thinking about it aroused me. 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