Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2023 09:33:12 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Amanda Jones Tastes Pussies (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, F/ggg) Adult Youth, oral, F/ggg This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between consenting woman and girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. Copyright 2023 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Amanda Jones Tastes Pussy By Jan My English Department student advisor asked me to see her in her office during office hours this afternoon, and I couldn't figure out what I could have done that warranted her asking to have a talk with me? When I knocked on her door, I heard her voice say: "Come in." Upon entering, she asked me to have a seat. As I sat in the chair facing her desk with my book pack on my lap, I was apprehensive. Ms. Wilson said: "Amanda, as you know that here at St. Teresa Avila college for girls, we like to help our neighbors whenever possible, and I have an opportunity for you to earn a little extra money. There are several families that live locally that have asked me if I know of someone that would be willing to tutor their daughters. The girls' range in age from nine to fourteen. Would you be interested in becoming a tutor?" "Yes, Ms. Wilson." She smiled and thanked me and assured me that she was sure that I was the right girl for the job. She gave me a list of names, addresses and phone numbers to contact. I left her office to start contacting the parents of the girls. As I was walking to my dorm, I couldn't help thinking about my own experiences growing up. When I was young my parents were what is called helicopter parents. They were hovering over me and very strict. I didn't have any close friends, and I spent a lot of time studying. My parents enlisted a babysitter to look after me. Her name was Joy Davis and was fourteen when she started babysitting me. Joy had short brown hair, a tomboy kind of girl. She tutored me to keep me at the top of my class. When I was ten-years-old she introduced me to sex. She introduced the subject by asking me what I knew about sex. She proceeded to tell me about the physical difference between boys and girls. She explained that I would soon be entering puberty and would undergo physical changes and would become a woman capable of conceiving children. She showed me her hairy pussy and spread it open and pointed out her clitoris and told me that it was the nerve center that reacts to stimuli like a male penis. She demonstrated how to masturbate by using her finger and thumb to hold it and rub it until she was breathing hard. Then she told me all about the vagina and how reproduction takes place. She even stuck two fingers into her vagina and masturbated herself. Then she encouraged me to masturbate with her. When they were alone in her bedroom doing homework Joy would reward me by allowing me to masturbate her and she dared me to lick her pussy. Oral sex became a regular part of our games. I learned to enjoy the light musky odor of her pussy. I enjoyed the womanly odor of adult women's cunts. From the day Joy had introduced her to the taste of pussy she had wondered if all women's pussies tasted the same. By the time I was a junior in college I had brunette hair that tapered down the middle of my back to the smell of my back, brown eyes, 5-feet 4-inches tall with and 36-C, 24, 40. I had an athletic figure. I considered myself to be attractive. I took pride in my looks and dressed stylishly. I called several families and made appointments to meet them. As she met the parents and daughters of families looking for a tutor, she was also curious to find out if girls' pussies of different races were treated differently. She deliberately wanted to select girls of different races to tutor. When the interviews were concluded she selected five girls. The first was Amulya Palel, an Indian from Mumbai, India. The second was Latoya King a black girl from Louisianan. The third was Marisol Fernandez, a Mexican from Guadalajara, Mexico. The fourth was Alysabeth Chea was from New York, but born in Cambodia. The fifth was Soraya Ali a Muslim from Qatar, UAE. She set up the times she would be at their homes to tutor them. She would take their homework and go over their assignments and help them understand the assignment and correct their work. When she was finished tutoring her students, she would allow them to ask questions and she would answer them truthfully. Amulya Patel: Amala was an 11-year-old girl. Her thick black hair was braided into a single braid that was long, her eyes were large and so brown they almost looked black, and her skin was brown and her mucus membranes were even darker. Her parents were from Mumbai and had migrated to the US to work in the tech- industry, and they wanted their daughter to get the best education possible. That was why they enrolled her into a Catholic Parochial School. Amulya was a curious and inquisitive girl and her secret curiosity let her inquire of Amanda about American preoccupation with gay and lesbian sex. I was just as curious about Indian home life. After her first tutorial session with Amulya, I was about to leave when Amulya's mother stopped her and asked if she could have a word with her. I was captivated by the beauty of her face. Her eye sockets had a dark tone when she blinked and her eyelashes were thick and long. Her mucus membrane lips and gums were dark brown. There was just something very erotic about her face. She asked me if I could find time tomorrow to have tea with her, so that we could talk freely. Amanda said: "Mrs. Patel, I have a morning class tomorrow, so I could come here by noon if that would be convenient." She said: "That would be perfect. We can have lunch together, and you can call me Diya. I thanked her and made my exit. The next day after my class I drove to the Patel family home. Diya answered the door, she greeted me wearing a beautiful silk purple sari wrap around fabric dress with silver trim. She looked marvelous. She ushered me into a cozy room where a vegetarian meal was prepared. I found the food delicious but very spicy. I detected a lot of cayenne pepper. While we ate, she engaged me in a present conversation to learn about me. After the meal she escorted me to a family room where we sat together on a comfortable couch next to each other. (I figured that she was finally going to get around to say what she wanted to talk to me about.) Diya said: "My husband and I chose to enroll our daughter in a Catholic girls' school because we want her to have a good education without the distraction of flirtations with boys, and one of the reasons I was pleased that you were going to be her tutor was I detected something about you that leads me to believe that you have a strong desire to make love to my daughter." I was about to protest her accusation. She continued: "Why else was an attractive young woman attending an all-girl's university and chose to tutor only young girls?" "If you thought that, why would you approve of me becoming her tutor?" I asked. She responded: "Because I wanted to get to know you BETTER myself!" The realization that she was trying to seduce me finally struck me. "If I understanding what you're saying, would it be a problem if I were really interested in seducing your daughter?" Diya smiled: "As long as you show me what you propose to do first!" As she said that she pulled the purple silk material off her shoulder. She was wearing yellow T-shirt jersey type material that barely covered her ribs. Her belly button was exposed. She pulled the T-shirt up over her breasts to expose her large breasts. The skin of her brown breasts was flawless. Her large areolas and plump nipples were dark chocolate colored. She placed her hand under one of her breasts and lifted it as she pressed forward to present her breast to me. I reached out with my hand to feel her tit before I took her nipple into my mouth. (I had been told that you are what you eat.) I discovered that her flesh had a mild taste of cayenne pepper at first. I continued to suck on her tit while I toyed with the nipple of the other tit. I was happy to suck on her tits until her daughter was done come home, but Diya had other plans. She pulled her tit out of my mouth and stood up long enough to unwrap the material from around her body to expose the fact that she was not wearing a slip or panties. She was justly proud of her body and turned around slowly to allow me plenty of time to study her body. She had wide hips and I appreciated her flawless brown skin. I also found it interesting that she didn't trim her pubic hair at all and it was as black as the hair on her head. She stepped forward and pressed her hips against my face as she placed her hands on the back of my head and held me tightly against her pussy. The first thing was the strong womanly aroma of her pussy filling my nose. There was a strong female pheromone being emitted that was stimulating me. The smell of her moist pubic hair in my nose was thrilling. When I slipped my tongue into the opening of her pussy, I tasted the cayenne pepper along with the raw meaty taste. I clung to her hips with both hands and used my tongue like a finger to stimulate her clit and probe her vagina until she assured me that she was cumming. As soon as she said that my mouth was flooded with slimy fluid. (MY first thought was that she was peeing in my mouth, but the stuff didn't have the ammonia taste, and it was clear. When she recovered, she knelt on the floor between my legs. She pulled my skirt up and pulled my low-rise panties out from under my butt and free of my shoes. She spread my legs and studied my pussy. (Guess she approved of what she saw.) Being a natural brunette, my pubic hair has a reddish tint. She started eating my pussy with the skill of a woman that had done that before. When I had an orgasm. By that time, it was getting close to the time Amala would be getting home from school. I excused myself to use the bathroom and straightened up my clothes. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that her pubic hair had rubbed my face until it was red. Diya had changed into a dress that I typically saw on most women. When Amulya came busting into the house, she found that I was there ready to begin her lessons. I found that she learned quickly. It didn't take long to complete her assignments. I had a few minutes before I needed to visit the next student. In had enough time to inquire discreetly just how much she knew about sex. I started enquiring about what it was like in Mumbai. Then asked about boyfriends. She turned up her nose at the idea, and said that she preferred the company of girls. That was a good thing to leave on. Latoya King's home was a few miles away. Her parents lived in a nice home in a mixed neighborhood. They were a black American family and the father was an engineer. They had moved away from the deep south because his abilities would never be appreciated. His family would always just be niggers in the south. Racism is still in the north but more subtle. Her parents also wanted their daughter to have a good education and paid for her to attend the Catholic girl's school. Latoya was 12- years-old and had to endure some racism for a while from a few girls but she soon became popular with most of her classmates. She was a natural athlete. She deliberately chose not to compete in basketball and run track and field. She chose to compete in swimming and tennis, and she was a winner in both. She chose to keep her hair short because she didn't want to straighten her coarse hair or braid her hair in cornrows. Having to practice swimming twice a day soon cut into her study time and her grades suffered and that led to her parents requesting a tutor. Amanda met Latoya's parents and the four of them agreed up on a plan of attack to get her grade back up to par. Latoya was tall for her age and she had a lean muscular body for a 14-year-old. Her breasts were no more than a B-cup and narrow hips like a boy probably because being so athletic at a young age had retarded her entering puberty. Her face was child-like and her nose was wide with large nostrils and large kissable lips. I found her to be very desirable. We retired to her room and I allowed her to do her homework while looking over her shoulder. I purposely did that knowing that me and my clothes still smelled of Diya's jasmine perfume. Latoya managed to get the homework completed even though I was distracting her. She told me: "If you're going to continue hovering over me like this, I'm going to have to kiss you!" I said: "Promises, promises but no action!" Latoya turned her body to face me and took me into her arms and planted a kiss on my lips. She even forced her tongue into my mouth. The kiss took my breath away. I had to struggle to clear my nose to be able to breathe. She was wearing the school uniform, so I slipped my hand under her dress and into her panties. I found that her pubic hair was coarse tightly like little watch springs. Her labia minora protruded and felt like rubbery lips. I masturbated her until she had an orgasm. She even blushed when I smelled my fingers. I told her: "We will finish this until the next time.? She pleaded: "You're not going to leave me before you get me off?" So, I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and started to lick her pussy. I noted that her pubic hair looked like coiled springs and was rough on the tongue, I also noticed that the smell of her pussy was very much like Amulya's except that there was a different taste that I attributed to the fact that her mother used different spices in her cooking. She responded to my tongue like she was going to pass out. As soon as I got a mouth full of her fluid, I gave her a kiss and told her that I had to run id I was going to get my own homework done for my morning class. I strained up my clothes and gathered up my belongings and was making my way to the front door when her mother stopped me and thanked me for helping her daughter. She took my hand and gave me a peck on the cheek. When she straightened up, she gave me a strange look that told me that she smelled her daughter's cum on my face. The next afternoon I followed my Global Positioning Satellite (GPS) instruction to the home of my next student. Marisol Fernandez was an 11-year-old and was the only daughter to a large family. She was of Mexican descent, from Guadalajara, Mexico. We immediately hit it off. Afterwartds, we worked out a study plan to improve her math skills. She was a talkative girl, and told me all about herself and family. We became fast friends and Marisol shared secrets and insecurities with me. She told me: "One of the nun's at school keeps her after school regularly and has her kneel on the floor, and she picks up her black habit and the white undergarment and drapes it over my head. While I'm in the dark she presses her hairy pussy against my face, and tells her to lick her pussy. I asked: "Have you told your mother about what the nun makes you do?" "There would be no point in doing so! As far as my parents are concerned priests and nun are closer to GOD and can do no wrong. She replied. While we were talking, I could smell her breath and it smelled like she had been eating Doritos. I asked her what she had for dinner, and her mom had made Tacos with diced cow tongue with Chorizo, Spanish rice and refried beans and a garden salad. That explained the corn smell of her breath because the Tacos were made of rough ground corn with lime to bind the corn into thin tortillas. After the discussion of her meal, I was curious to find out if her pussy would taste of corn too. I placed my hand on her thigh as we sat on the side of her bed. She smiled at me and spread her legs. She was still wearing her blue and gray plaid pleated school skirt and my hand was resting on her soft brown thigh. I ran my hand up her thigh to her warm mist panties. I slipped my fingers under the leg hole and stroked her pussy. Marisol said with a breathless voice: "Amanda, do you want to eat my pussy?" "Of course, I do!" I slipped to the floor and reached up and pulled her panties out from under her butt. As she lifted her butt up enough to allow me to pull her panties free of her shoes. When I buried my face into her crotch I adored her hairless little cunt. Just as I had suspected, her pussy had that corny taste like Doritos mixed with the normal taste of flesh. The smell of a young girl is not as strong as an adult woman. After Marisol had an orgasm, I kissed her before I got up and left their home. Marisol told me all about seeing her parents making love to each other. She had seen her mother sucking her father's cock and him fucking her. She had seen him flip her dress up over her back she was washing dishes and fuck her asshole. She even told me that she had seen her mother sucking the pussy of a neighbor housewife before. I made a mental note to check out her mother in the future. My next student was Alysabeth Chea, a 12-year-old a New York transplant born in Cambodia that had somewhat of an ugly duckling complex. She was short and a little stout, but not fat. Her father died young and she lived with mother and older brothers. Alysabeth took the least effort to seduce her because I figured that was already a lesbian. She dressed more like a boy than a girl. She wore baggy jeans and Iron Maiden T-shirts basketball shoes with a chain attached to her belt loop and her wallet stuffed into her back pocket. Once I got her baggy pants off and tasted her, I learned that the tanginess of her Asian pussy was also the result of strong spices used in southern Asian cooking. The last student was Soraya Ali a Muslim who was an 11-year-old girl from Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates (UAE). Her father was working for Mobil oil for a couple of years before returning to Abu Dhabi and UAE oil company. I found it strange that he allowed his daughter to attend a Catholic girls school and be exposed Catharism I was almost done with her experiment but seeing the hijab wearing girl sparked her curiosity for something new and a challenging. When I first met her, I was captivated by her eyes, they were so dark they looked black, and her eye sockets had a smoky hue darker than her brown skin. I was curious to see what she would look like naked. She was graded at first when we met. But over time she opened-up and talked freely about what it was like at home. For many years women were only allowed to ride in the back seat of cars. Now they were allowed to drive cars but never with males in the car. They were in a lot of trouble. They were seen in public with their full face exposed. They were allowed to wear bright colors clothed now. After our tutorial sessions we talked until she told me about the first time she had sex with an older woman, back home. It was a teacher that she was visiting and the teacher was having her vagina hot waxed. When the woman finished waxing her and wiped away the traces of blood and left, the teacher invited Alysabeth to feel her cunt. That led to her licking the woman's pussy. I asked her if she liked doing it, and she told me that she likes having sex with women. I assured her that I liked it too, and she removed her slacks and panties to show me her hairless vulva. I learned that goat and sheep was the main meat in her diet, and her pussy had a slightly different taste. 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