Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2022 22:10:08 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: A Night With a Dyke (Lesbian / Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a woman and a teen-age girl.  If
this type of content offends you or you are under the age of
18 do not read it.

Copyright 2022 Jan, all rights reserved.

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                   A Night with Dyke
                         By
                        Jan

	I was an innocent 17year-old member of the Latter-
Day Saints from St. George, Utah when I was spending my
summer working in the biggest hotel in town during the
tourist summer season.  The hotel was booked by travers
traveling heading to Salt Lake City, Eastern Idaho Montana,
Wyoming.  A lot of the guests were visiting Bryce National
Park.  Their bus tours of the park operate out of the hotel.

	The manager of the hotel hired me to act as a
hostesses-concierge during the day because I presented the
picture of the fresh-faced Ideal LDS young girl.  I happen to
be a wavy platinum blonde with blue-gray eyes, flawless
creamy skin and a healthy athletic figure.  36-C+-22-38, with
long shapely legs.  The uniform I wear is designed to be
professional but the jacket shows off my cleavage and the
hotel crest on the left breast accents the swell of my beasts.
I enjoy the interaction with the guests.

	I often am asked if I am a Mormon and do I come
from a large family.  I tell them that I am a member of the
Church of Latter-Day Saints and am the fourth child of
twelve children.  The summer season was coming to an end
and there were more empty rooms.  I knew that I would be
laid off soon.  I was taking advantage of the benefit of eating
dinner at the hotel buffet.  I had filled my plate and was
looking around the almost empty dining room for a place to
sit, when I saw a hotel guest sitting near the western
windows motioning for me to join her.  I approached her
and sat my plate and silverware on the table across from her
and told her: "My name is Lisa."

	She told me: "My name is Roberta."

	I excused myself to get a glass of pink lemonade and
asked her if I could get something for her.  She said would
love a cup of coffee if I didn't mind.

	I filled a glass of lemonade and drew a cup of coffee
and returned to the table for two.  I commented that the
coffee smelled good.  She asked me why I could drink coffee,
and told her it was the caffeine.  She was almost finished
with her meal and we talked while I was eating.  The view of
the late setting sun filled the sky with an orange glow.

	I had been impressed with the woman from the
moment I saw her because she was a tall and full-figured
woman.  She was six-feet tall in three-inch heels and her
breasts were large, she had chestnut hair pulled back in a
French twist.  She was wearing glasses and had a noticeable
mustache.  I patiently answered all of her questions about
my family and the church, and she told me about herself.
She was here on business.  She was an interior decorator
and was fleshing up several businesses in town.  She asked
me what there was to do in the evenings around town, and I
told her that there wasn't a lot to do.  Then I asked her:
"Have you ever done any line dance to country western
music?"

	She smiled: "I can't say That I have."

	I invited her to come with me, and we made our way
to a popular family place that had a spacious dance floor
that had both a jukebox and hosted small country western
bands.  We had a lot of fun teaching her the simple dance
steps.  We had a good time dancing for several hours.  We
worked up a sweat by the time we agreed it was time to
leave.  We were enjoying each other's company.  We didn't
want it to end.  She invited me to come up to her room to
check out the artwork for the businesses she was working
on.

	I called home to tell my parents that I wanted to
spend the night at the hotel with a new friend.  Of course,
they trusted me and gave their permission.  We returned to
the hotel and made our way up to her room.  The room had
that Lysol smell but it was clean.  We sat on the bed
together cross egged and laughed about the fun of line
dancing, and she opened the large 40-inch portfolio full of
water color artwork depicting the interior spaces of a dentist
office and an office with cubicle for 20 people.  I was
impressed.  After she put the sketches away, she asked to
keep her company all night.  I accepted.

	She got serious and asked: "Would it bother you that I
am a lesbian?"

	I knew what the word meant but had never knowingly
met one.  I didn't know what to think about my feelings
about her.  I liked her and we had fun together.  I didn't feel
threatened by her at all.  I decided that I wanted to know
more about her. When I asked her what lesbianism is and
why she was one, she was very accommodating'

	She told me: "A lesbian is just a woman that prefers to
have sex with women."

	I innocently said: "But What about children?"

	She smiled: "Being gay doesn't prevent anyone from
having children."

	I felt foolish for my statement.  She went on to tell me
about herself.  She told me that she had always been a big
girl.  In school she had been made fun of and tased.  Being a
big girl people assumed I was older than I was.  When I was
a pre-teen, an adult man befriended me and seduced me.
Of course, I found it painful.  Telling me that I would learn to
enjoy it was a waste of time.  I couldn't tell my parents, so I
told my favorite Aunt.  She was very understanding.  She
told me everything would be fine, and she told me that
there were other ways to make love.  She taught me how
women make love that day.  I listened to her story and felt
sorry and compassion for her.  I couldn't believe such a thing
could happen to me.

	My family was fortunate that our father was able to
expand our home to have eight bedrooms, but until my
three older siblings had left on their missions or colleges, I
had always shared a room with sisters, but I had never
thought about my brothers and sisters sexually.  The funny
thing was that even though she was not what would be
called a sexually attractive woman I found her to be an
interesting and talented woman.  I trusted and liked her.  I
couldn't bring myself to admit that for the first time I was
sexually attracted to a woman.  Oh, I had several school girl
crushes on boys, but true to my religion I was saving myself
for a man that had completed his mission and graduated
from BYU.  Now I was faced with an alternative my church
and family reviled as an anathema according to GOD's law.

	Roberta Asked me if she could teach me the pleasures
of the love of the lesbian world.  I was both frightened by
the suggestion and titillated by the idea.  I told myself that
no one would ever know if I didn't like it, and agreed to let
her teach mee.

	Roberta understood my shy reluctance to undress in
front of a non-family member for the first time.  She
suggested that I close my eyes and let her take control.
When I closed my eyes, she took me into her arms and
hugged me.  She gently kissed me on the mouth and for the
first time I felt a tongue invading my mouth.  I found the kiss
exciting.  She removed her own blouse, and she was not
wearing a bra.  Her breasts were huge but sagged almost
halfway to her navel, looking like they were heavy.  I was
surprised by her action, but intrigued by the sight of her
breasts.  I reached out and placed my hands on both of her
breasts.  They were soft and heavy, and I didn't resist when
she pulled my head down between her breasts, I could smell
the perfume on her body and the salty taste of her flesh.  I
turned my head and lifted her left tit and took the nipple
into my mouth to suck on the nipple.  While I was doing that
Roberta was stroking my long hair when she placed her
hand under my chin and lifted my head and kissed me on
the mouth.  She pulled up to a sitting position and
proceeded to unbutton my blouse.

	Being a modest girl I was wearing a full slip.  Roberta
slipped the straps off of my shoulders and exposed my bra.  I
was wearing a white bra that covered my breast.  As Roberta
reached around my body to unhook the bra she whispered
in my ear: "My friends and lovers call me Bobby."  Then she
felt my breasts like she was holding precious objects.  She
kissed the flesh and sucked the nipples.  While she was
nursing on my nipples, she unbuttoned the tap covering the
zipper and pulled it down.  When she released the nipple,
she lowered me down on my back.  As I lay on the bed, she
took hold of the skirt and pulled the skirt out from under my
behind.  Then she gathered up the material of the slip down
to the waist and pulled my slip free of my feet.  I was laying
there in the appropriate white cotton underwear that
extended down to mid-thigh.

	Bobbie got between my legs and bent over and to my
surprise she placed her mouth on the crotch of my
undergarment and mouthed and licked my crotch until the
material was wet enough to be transparent enough that
even my blonde pubic hair was visible.  I surrendered to the
feeling and her desire.  She eventually peeled the garment
down my hips and free of my legs.  Then she returned to
sucking my pussy.  There came a point that I couldn't
contain myself.  I nor only moaned in sexual pleasure, my
hips were bouncing and I wrapped my legs around her neck
and I was pounding her back with my heels.  By the time my
orgasm was over I felt weak and exhausted.  I lay there
consumed by my emotions.  When my head cleared, I
wondered if I could do the same thing to Bobbie.

	As if Bobbie was reading my mind, she moved her
body as she removed her dress and panties.  I couldn't take
my eyes off of her.  I have never seen a full-bodied woman
naked before.  She had a shapely body, but there was so
much more of it.  She had a dark black pubic bush that
almost obscured the gash protecting her clitoris and vagina.
She used the first two fingers of her right hand to spread the
lips open to show me what her clit looked like.  There was a
ridge starting at the top of the gash that was about three
inches long and there was a hood covering her clitoris that
was the start of the second lips hiding her vagina.  Her clit
reminded me of a smaller version of my baby brother's penis
only smaller.  When she pressed with her fingers on either
side of that ridge her clit popped up.

	She pleaded with me to suck on the little man in the
bow of the boat.  I placed my lips around the little knob and
sucked on it like it was a straw.  Bobbie was telling me how
good I was at sucking her clit.  My nose was buried in that
thick thatch of hair and it smelled strongly of the moist
female odor of sour yeast.  She was telling me how close she
was to cumming and when she had her orgasm her bucking
hips almost broke my nose against her pubic bone.  When
she finally relaxed on the bed, I rested my chin on that hairy
pubic bone and looked up at Bobbie's face and asked: "Is it
always like this with a woman?"

	Bobbie smiles: "At least you don't have to masturbate
afterwards because a male had a premature ejaculation and
gone limp.  Women are not reluctant to make love to every
orifice of her female lover."

	I Knew there was a meaning to that statement that
was alluding to me at the moment.  She pulled me up and
enveloped my body with her arms and legs.  I fell asleep
with my head resting on her tits.  I woke up early and found
that I was laying cuddled up next to Bobby.  It took a
moment to remember what had taken place last night.  My
movement woke up Bobby.  We checked the time and
figured we had plenty of time to shower and have breakfast
in plenty of time for me to change into my uniform in the
staff room.

	Bobbie insisted on us showering together.  I hadn't
experienced being bathed since the last time my mother
bathed as a child.  We brushed our teeth with her
toothbrush and I dried my hair with the cheap pistol electric
hair dryer provided by the hotel.  We dressed and went
down to the dining room and went through the buffet line
to fill our plates.  Bobby promised to see each other later
that evening.  We slipped into an alcove for a little privacy to
kiss each other before she conducted her business with her
customers, and I reported to the staff room to clock in for
the start of my 12-hour shift and change into my uniform.

	It turned out to be a busy day solving the minor
problems of our patrons and staff, but there were lulls that
gave me time to think about what Bobbie and I did last
night.  I vacillated between guilt and exaltation about having
sex with an older woman.  I told myself that there was no
physical evidence of what took place, no one needed to ever
know that I had sinned.

	When Bobbie returned, she was elated because all
four of her customers had bought her designs and she would
have a couple of months' work.  Of course, I was happy for
her.  My days off were Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so Bobby
wanted to drive us down to Los Vegas to enjoy the
hedonistic pleasures of Sin City.  We would have at least one
night of sex and see some shows.  She even took me to a
lesbian nightclub.  I was sure a popular girl.  I must have
danced with every woman there, and been felt up by most
of them.  When we retired to our room, we sucked tits and
ate each other's posy's.  Bobbie demonstrated what she had
meant by every orifice when she put me on my hands and
knees and buried her face in the crack of my butt and
tongue fucked my asshole until I had an orgasm.  She had
me sit on her face while she ate my pussy and rimmed my
anus.  I began to feel guilty about not getting to eat her
pussy as much.  It took me until the wee hours of the
morning before I got behind her and tentatively licked her
asshole.  I normally would have thought that so nasty I
wouldn't have contemplated doing something like that.  But
at that point I felt obligated to please Bobbie the same way
she had pleased me.  We were very jubilant on the drive
back to St. George.  We were like newlyweds for a couple of
months.  We began to plan our future.  Bobbie would move
her business to Los Vegas, and I would submit my
application to attend The University at Los Vegas.


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