Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2017 16:33:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Daphne (Lesbian/Beginnings, oral, g/g) Beginnings, oral, g/g 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. Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Daphne By Jan I grew up in a small Midwestern town of approximately 60,000 people during the sixties and seventies. The town supported agricultural business with trucking, slaughter houses, feed stores and light manufacturing. It was the kind of small town that is almost exclusively white. There are migrant workers during the harvest season. Otherwise everyone tend to know all of the families in town. They consider themselves good Americans by flying the American flag on the fourth of July. As a young girl in this town as a child the boys don't mind a girl willing to play sports with them until they reach puberty. Suddenly a girl that can compete in any sport with the best them is looked upon with suspicion. When a girl like me grows up to be over six-feet tall the boys are reluctant to date anyone that has to look down on them. My parents named me Daphne. I don't even think my parents knew that the name was the Greek name of Peneus' daughter or the Greek word for laurel. I grew up like a weed. My closest friend was named Francine. We met each other in kindergarten. The summer between our fourth and fifth grades and we were 10-years-old we discovered that we enjoyed mutual masturbation and oral sex. I developed sooner than Francine, by that age I was already a C-cup. Because of my early development boys had a strong interest in dating me until I grew taller than them. I had no sexual interest in them for the most part. Of course Francine and I had to keep our sexual activities on the down and low. The possibility of being caught added to the excitement, at least for me. Francine was a brunette with brown eyes, of course she was a lot shorted than me. I have auburn hair with blue eyes. I was always very taller than my classmates, and by the time I reached adulthood I was six-foot two, and a 48-D bust-line. We joined the Girl Scouts together and the girls' softball team. We rarely did anything separately. It wasn't the same without her. (Francine was just starting to wear a B cup bra.) Our parents allowed us to have sleepovers, and we would satisfy each other's sexual needs on those occasions. One time my parents were out of town, Francine was spending the night with me. Come bedtime we had just finished our baths, and I caught her ogling my breasts. I told her, "Don't worry you're coming along just fine." She said, "Your boobs are beautiful!" and grabbed my tits and kissed me passionately. The kiss affected me by making my puffy nipples very sensitive, and my pussy got very wet and tingly. Francine pushed me back on to my bed and continued kissing me. She poked her tongue into my mouth, while massaging my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples made my nipples ultra-sensitive. I just had to do the same thing to her. We wrapped our legs around each other and started rubbing our wet pussies against each other's thigh. It wasn't long before we were squirming around until we were rubbing clit to clit, and Francine sucked on my puffy nipples. It wasn't long before I experience an orgasm and Francine also started having an orgasm too. We burst into tears in a blissful afterglow. We made love several times that night by fingering and sucking each other's pussy before sleep overtook us. Eventually we turned our friends Mary and Stacy onto the pleasures of lesbian oral sex. When I was twelve I talked my parents into letting me get a job delivering newspapers. The newspaper had an opening in my neighborhood for a delivery person for their afternoon edition and I applied for that opening the circulation manager was hesitant to give the job to a girl. (This was the late sixties and I was the first girl to have a paper route in our town.) I wore my auburn hair shoulder length and in a ponytail most of the time. By that time I had developed breasts that were almost a D-cup. I did draw the attention of males while riding my bicycle around town. I would get home from school and pick up 62 newspapers that I would have to stuff sales ads and fold them before delivering them by 6:00 pm. I did a god job and enjoyed the extra money I had to spend. Francine would ride along with me and that made it even more enjoyable. My job included me collecting subscriptions the first Saturday of every month. I would make my collection rounds in the morning. The two houses I like to visit while collecting from were; first was the home of a divorced blonde woman with a nice figure in her mid-twenties named Karen. She had two toddles. Talking to her made my nipples tingle and my pussy moisten. The second woman was a raven-haired housewife in her late forties. Her makeup was always emasculate and dressed to the nines making her stunningly attractive. Her name was Mrs. Livingston, and she eventually asked me to call her Elaine. Among my other customers on my route were some duplex houses where there were eight of them were young couples with small children. The ninth one was a woman in her early thirties. She wore her blonde hair cropped short and was usually wearing blue jeans, T-shirt or a flannel shirt and cowboy boots. I found out she drove a truck and her name was Rhonda, but preferred to be called Rhon. It was not uncommon that there would be different woman there on Saturday mornings. It didn't take much imagination for me to assume that she was a dyke. One hot summer Saturday morning when my parents were out of town visiting relatives, I was making my collections as usual. When I reached Rhon's place she was always nice to me, but this time she invited me in while she looked for her wallet. She even asked me to stay awhile to talk to her. She offered me something to drink, and I declined. She also complimented me on how nice I looked. I was only wearing a spaghetti strap top, cut-off jeans and my hair was pulled back in a ponytail as usual. I was still feeling the effects of having visited Karen and Mrs. Livingston. Both of them had been dressed appropriately for the heat, and they had made me horny. Rhon went to kitchenette to get a beer, while I cooled off standing in front of the widow air- conditioner. When she returned with her beer she sat on her couch and insisted that I join her. She told me that she had finally gotten a job driving a Simi-truck and would be on the road a lot, and would I like to keep an eye on her place for her. She wanted me to bring in her mail and mow the small lawn out front and clean up the place as needed. I couldn't refuse because I would make as much money looking after her place as I would in a month delivering newspapers. I was provided with a key. That gave Francine and I a place to have sex with each other, sometimes we invited Mary and Stacy to join us. Life was good for the young lesbian I had become. Sometime later I was tidying up her place, and doing the dishes because I had been neglecting to do that at Rhon's place, because she was due home the next day. As usual I was in spaghetti-strap top, shorts and tennis shoes. Rhon walked in on me while I was putting the dishes away, and she told me to order a pizza while she cleaned up. She said that she smelled like a goat after being in the same clothes for three days. I called my parents to tell them I was going to eat at Francine's and called her to cover for me if needed. I called for a pizza to be delivered. I heard the shower running and could feel the rise in humidity and smell the soap in the smell duplex. Rhon came out of her bedroom dressed in fresh T-shirt, jeans and cowboy boots just as the pizza arrived. She paid the delivery boy, and we ate at her small dining table. She drank four beers while I had a coke. After disposing of the empty box and cans we adjured to the couch to talk. I noticed that there was a bulge in the front of her jeans. If she had been a boy it would have indicated that it was an erection. (I notice these things because with boob's like mine boys spring boners all of the time.) Rhon observed me staring at her crotch. "I hope my boy doesn't offend you" she said. "What is your boy?" I asked. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled out a 10-inch very lifelike rubber cock complete with veins and lifelike balls. I was in awe and very excited. Rhon asked me, "Do you want to touch it?" When I wrapped my hand around it she grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I asked her to stop long enough for me to make a call. I called Francine and asked her to call my parents to ask permission to spend the night with her. Mom never said no to Francine. As soon as I hung up the phone I straddle Rhon's hips and started kissing her. We sucked tongues while I felt her dildo poking the tight fitting crotch of my shorts. My nipples were as hard as diamonds, and the crotch of my cutoff jeans were soaking wet. Rhon started undressing me, and it didn't take much effort or time to get me out of my clothes. She was excited at sucking and playing with my breasts and rubbing her 10-inch dildo against my crotch until I was totally distracted, but she stopped short of allowing me to cum. I was moaning in pure pleasure, and I helped her get undressed. When we pulled her T-shirt over her head I saw that she had something like an ace bandage strapping down her breasts. When we removed the wrapping it exposed her small B sized tots. She had small areolas and she had large pointed nipples. I was intrigued by the fact that she didn't shave her underarms at all. When she lowered her arms there was an abundant amount of dark blonde hair sticking out from under her arm alongside her little breasts. Her jeans were already open and her sex toy was already sticking out, so she simply arched her back to lift her butt up enough for us to get her jeans down to her knees along. I slipped off of the couch to kneel before her and removed her boots before finishing to remover her clothes except for her baggy boxer with her dildo sticking out. I kneeled back on my heels to absorb the sight of a woman wearing a replica of a male penis with balls sticking through the fly of the shorts. She stood up and led me to her bedroom, where she pulled the comforter and sheet down to the foot of the bed before placing me right in the middle. She lay beside me. It was very exciting to have my first adult woman making love to me. She carried on about what nice tits I had for a girl my age. She started kissing me while she felt my tits. She slobbered all over my body until she reached my cunt. She was an expert about sucking pussy. She even hovered over my head to allow me to suck on her tits for a while before she insisted that I suck her cock. It frightened me because it was so much bigger than any penis I had ever seen. It was so large that I gaged trying to get all of it in my mouth. Eventually I had to un-sap her boxer shorts and pull them down. Around the base of the dildo was plenty of dark blonde pubic hair. She had a normal vagina under the dildo, and she allowed me to feel her dildo and pussy I smelled my hand I could smell the lax rubber and the unmistakable odor of female cunt. I wondered if it was the combination of all the women I had seen at her home on Saturdays. I didn't get to think about it long, or ask questions. Francine and I had only tongue fucked each other so we were still virgins, so knowing that she was going to fuck me with that dildo was intimidating. I was resolved and eager for Rhon to take my cherry and make me into a woman. I knew that I was mature enough because I had been periods for over a year, and I was certainly wet enough. All of Rhon's administrations to my breasts had made me horny as hell. She must have sensed I was ready, and positioned my butt on a towel and proceeded to eat my pussy until I had the most spectacular orgasm of my young life. She kissed her way up my body and kissed me on the mouth with my cum still smelling strongly on her face and in her mouth. She asked, "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" "GAWD...YES, please pop my cherry!" She kissed me on my open mouth while she reached between our bodies and aligned her dildo with my cunt and slowly pushed it into the folds of my cunt. It felt like it was as large as a fire hydrant. It felt like she was stretching my pussy to the maximum and the pain was replaced by me wanting more. I could tell by the pain that she was stretching my hymen. She said, "Hold on" and thrust her cock in tearing away the thin membrane. It hurt like hell, forcing me to cry and scream in pain. Rhon became very motherly as she comforted me and kissing my tears away. I begged her to continue, so she started slowly stroking her hips in and out until my cunt accommodated her entire 10-inch boy as she called it. The pain was ebbing and replaced by a feeling of pure lust and a feeling of ecstasy. She got into a rhythmic pace and used her boy like she was born with it. Our sweaty bodies were rubbing against each other and that added to thrill of my next orgasm from being fucked by her strap-on. My orgasm was magnificent and mind blowing. Rhon had an orgasm with me and we both shook uncontrollably. The smell of her sweaty body filled my nose. We awoke a couple of hours later with Rhon's cock still in my aching pussy, and we showered together. While in the shower I knelt before her and ate her pussy until she had and orgasm and the water turned cold. We eventually did a load of laundry, since my cutoffs and panties were soaking with my own juices, and we went back to bed while the wash was drying. We had sex many times after that and I ended up taking Francine's virginity with Rhon's strap-on during a threesome. She even gave me permission to use her boy while she was out of town. Francine, Mary and Karen were the beneficiaries, and eventually Mrs. Livingston. Francine and I had keep-up the appearance of being 'normal' so we dated boys in middle school and high school. Being so tall there were few boys willing to date me. On such dates I only let them feel my boobs and was willing to give them hand jobs and occasionally give then a blowjobs, but refused to let them fuck me, feigning the appearance if saving my virginity for my wedding night. Francine and I would double date with boys, and would encourage them to drink until they passed out. That would allow us to at least masturbate each other to orgasm. When I was fourteen I was still delivering newspapers. As usual I made my collections on Saturdays. Karen's children were two years older. One was in first grade, and the other was almost in kindergarten. One Saturday morning when I knocked on her door she invited me in while she wrote the check. Her children were nowhere in sight. While Keren was getting her checkbook I asked here they were and she told me that they were spending the weekend with their father. My pussy started tingling and my nipples got hard. I couldn't resist making a pass at Karen. While she was writing the check I stood close enough that our thighs were touching, and I placed my hand on her back. I was only wearing a T-shirt, cut-off jeans and tennis shoes. When she stood up to hand me the check I stuffed it into my back pocket. I still had my hand on her back and pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth. Karen recoiled and got stiff, before she relaxed and smiled at me. I took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. I closed and locked the door behind us. I backed me up to her unmade bed. I could smell her body odor on the sheets as I forced her to sit on the bed. I told her, "I have been horny for you for years, but never had the nerve to act on my desires before." With that statement I took her in my arms and kissed her on the mouth. Being taller than her I bent over to kiss her on the mouth. It came as a surprise to her to hear that a tall teenager was horny for her. I pressed my body against hers forcing her back until she had to sit on her bed. I pulled my T-shirt up and over my head. I never wear a bra, unless I have to, because I don't like the way it restricts my movement. Karen sat there making me horny the way she was studying my tits. As big as there were they were firm. My areolas are large, but it is my nipples that were the attention getter. They were every bit as large and the first joint of my thumbs. I lifted one of my tits and stuck it into her mouth. I helped her remove her clothes and my own. I admire the body of an attractive young mother. Karen had golden blonde locks that make a halo around her clear blue eyes. Her breasts were full even though her milk had dried up. The girls had obviously sucked from her nipples because I could actually see the indentations where milk had flowed from several opening. Although her figure had returned and she had lost the baby fat there were stretch marks on the sides of her lower belly. Being a natural blonde her pubic hair was so blonde it almost matched the color of her skin. Running my fingers through her hair was like stroking the hair on a baby's head. I found that her pussy was as wet as mine. I got on top of her and I kissed her while felt her tits. As I worked my way down to her breasts I slid my hand down to her pussy. I masturbated her while sucking on her nipples. I did it until her had an orgasm. As soon as she calmed down I went down on her and sucked her pussy and licked up her cum. She pulled me back up and started kissing me. She seemed to love my big tits the way she sucked on them. She masturbated me and ate my pussy. Eventually I had to get dressed and get back to making my collections. I even rearranged my collection route to make Karen's the last stop. I would be horny long before getting to her home. Karen became a special lover for me. A few months later when I rang Mrs. Livingston's bell there was no answer right away. When I rang the bell again, I heard her voice yell out I'm in back. I walked around the side of the house to the back yard. I saw that there was a garden shed hack there. It was a hot house with opaque Mylar covering a wooden frame. I saw her coming out of the door. She was wearing a lose long sleeved shirt, baggy pants and she was pulling her hand out of rubber gloves, and wiped her face with the back of her right sleeve. She had her hair pulled back and a bandana tied around her head. As she freed her hand she held them in one hand while she took hold of my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. She invited me in to see her flowers and vegetables. There was no fear about anyone being able to anything going on inside the garden shed. It was warm and humid, and I could smell the chemical fertilizer in the shed. She proudly pointed out her favorite flowers. I stood behind her while she picked up pots to show them to me. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and on impulse kissed her on her neck. When she turned to face me I backed her up to a cutting table, and made her sit on the table, while ignoring that the table was dirty. I hovered over her while kissing her and unbuttoning her shirt. I peeled her out of her clothes before removing my T-shirt and cut-offs. Elaine became aggressive when she saw my big tits. She couldn't stop feeling and sucking on them. She admitted that she had always wanted to find out what anal sex was like. I found a clean plastic handled trowel and spit on the handle and spit on her asshole before sticking the handle in her ass. She flung her legs back and moaned like a whole while I fucked her. After that day Elaine became a sex slave for anal sex. She absolutely loved having me fuck her with the strap-on dildo that Rhon had bought for me. She would assume the missionary position and wrap her legs around my hips and use her heels to beat my butt to inspire me to fuck her harder and faster. She also enjoyed having me fuck her doggie style in both her pussy and asshole. After I had fucked her she would get down and smell my ass before sticking her tongue in my ass. While I was in high school I convinced my parents to allow me to earn extra money housekeeping for Mrs. Livingston and Rhonda. I would have Francine, Mary and Stacy visit me at Rhon's apartment when she was out of town. On weekends I would fuck Karen and Elaine. Eventually I even allowed Karen's daughters to watch me eat their mother's pussy and fuck her with a dildo. When Rhon was in town I would play the bitch for her. I was probably the most sexually active girl in town When I went away to college Karen and Mrs. Livingston actually married, even though same sex marriages are illegal in our State. When I went off to the university on a volleyball scholarship, but was kicked out of school my junior year after being caught fucking a cheerleader with my strap-on dildo. (She just happened to be the niece of the regent of the university.) I ended up becoming an engineer for a railroad and finished up earning my Bachelors Masters and PhD from an online school. I have to put up with a lot of shit from the office staff, but they have to kiss ass because of Affirmative Action. Right now I have about a dozen women and one she-male that I'm fucking. I love turning out straight women. I know every lesbian bar in town. I wear my strap-on under my tight fitting pants when I visit the bars looking for newbies. I've never had an orgasm with any man or boy except the few she-males I have had the occasion to have sex with. Over the years I have had the pleasure of having sex with all manner of girls and women. It doesn't matter the size, color, butch or femme. Openly lesbian or straight, I'm a bit of a round heeled slut for them all. I love the challenge of turning out a straight woman as much as I love having a diesel dyke ridding me hard. I have even enjoyed pegging cross-dressing males or getting fucked hard by some she-males. I guess you can say that I'm attracted to female bodies with any sized areolas and all verities of pussies to summarize it. Being a six-foot two woman with a 49-D bust-line makes me a natural dominatrix. My breasts are very sensitive. If I have abstained from sex for a while I can orgasm just from wearing a certain type of bras that I own. I have to admit that my sensitive nipples have betrayed my many times, talking me into having sex with a lot of women I might not have normally would have. 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.