Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 23:06:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Amanda's Story (lesbian/Beginnings, oral, anal, f/f, ff/FF) Warning: Beginnings, oral, anal, f/f, ff/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 it 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. Amanda's Story By Jan My story begins when I entered junior high school. My name is Amanda, and my mother's name is Mary. I am the only child of a divorced, working middle class woman. We lived in quiet middle class suburban community. I was a better than average student. Upon graduating from grammar school, we had to go to the junior high in a different area. It was an exciting time for me. My classmates and I were going to a new school where we would be meeting students from another part of town. The children from the other grammar school on the southeast side of town were going to be united with the children from the south-west side of town. We were 12-year-olds for the most part entering the seventh grade, so we were the new kinds behind the eight graders that 13-years-old. I was well on my way into puberty. My figure had changed dramatically during the summer. My breasts had swollen markedly, my waist had narrowed at the same time my hips had widened, and I had sprouted pubic hair on my pubis and underarms. Mother had given me the lecture about sex, and taught me how to apply sanitary napkins and insert Tampons. I was feeling very proud of myself, and looking forward to dating boys soon. It was all very strange entering a new school, and meeting other students and teachers that were new to us. At first we congregated with students we were friends with in our previous school, but as we became familiar with the students from the other grammar school, we broadened our circle of friends. There was one girl that was in all of my classes. I introduced myself to her. I quickly learned that her name was Ashley, and she too was the only child of a divorced middle class working mother too. We quickly became close friends. I lived less that a thirty minute walk east of school, and Ashley lived about thirty minute walk west of school. We got out of school by 3:00 pm and our mothers didn't get off work until 5:00 pm. So we both had more than two hours to ourselves before our mother's would get home. We made a point of introducing each other to our mothers. Ashley's mother was named Sally. They became comfortable with us visiting each other's home all night while they went out partying with each other. Ashely and I would take turns visiting each other's home. We helped each other with our homework, before we started gossiping about our fellow classmates, and discussing the big taboo of sex. We knew the girls from our previous schools that were known to be putting out, and had the reputation of being easy. We agreed that we didn't want that kind of reputation, but we were both curious about sex. Ashley suggested that we experiment with kissing techniques, so we started hugging and kissing each other. Ashley preferred to have me visit her at her house, because she felt more comfortable there, but we sometimes messed around at my home. We were always properly dressed before our mother's got home. Our mother's sometimes would let us spend the night with each other, while they went out. They went to the movies with each other, and even spent some social time at nightclubs they felt comfortable visiting. Neither of them was interested in hooking up with men. They were both pretty bitter with their ex-husbands. When guys would try to hit on them all they had to say was they had to get home to their children to turn them off. Men out looking for some pussy had no desire to get involved with women with children. Our homes were about six miles apart from each other. Rather than rely on my mother delivering me to Ashley's I started riding my bicycle across town to visit Ashley, particularly on the Friday nights when our mothers would be dating each other. One of those nights when we had the house to ourselves Ashley started feeling my breasts. It felt so good that I didn't stop her when she stared removing my tank top. I couldn't resist playing with her breasts too. We were kissing and massaging each other's tits. She laid me back against the back of the sofa, and pushed by bra up over my chest to expose my tits. She started feeling one naked tit while she started sucking on the other tit's nipple. I lay there stroking her hair while she sucked on my tits. It felt amazing. She started removing my shorts and panties, and I didn't stop her. She stroked my pussy vigorously, before going down on me. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and it thrilled me beyond words. I was just as curious to find out what Ashley would taste like. From then on any time we had one of the houses to ourselves we didn't waste time before engaging in all manner of oral sex with each other. Our mothers had become such good friends that they often got together Friday nights for an evening out with each other. They would return home later and later to take their daughter home. Eventually they went so far as to inform us that they would pick us up in the later the next morning for a Saturday brunch together. They didn't inform us where they would be spending the night. Having the complete run of one of our homes all night led to us becoming bolder than ever. We would remove our clothes as soon as our mothers departed. We engaged in riotous sex almost all night. Our bladders always managed to wake us up in plenty of time to clean up and be dressed before our mother's arrived to take us o brunch. I have no idea when Ashley discovered the truth of our mother's relationship, but one evening the subject of what our mothers were doing came up. We speculated about whether they spent the night sucking pussy too. Ashley suggested that she guessed that while I was spending the night at her house, our mothers were spending the night at my house. To test her hypothesis she suggested that we ride our bicycles across town and see if they were at my home. We got dressed and retrieved our bikes and it didn't take long for us to arrive at my home. We saw her mother's car parked in the driveway. We parked our bikes behind the house, and entered the back door quietly. As we approach the master bedroom we saw light under the door, so we entered my bedroom. There was a bathroom between our bedrooms with connecting doors. We entered the bathroom from my bedroom. Mother's bathroom door was open, so we approached the door until we had a clear view of my mother's bed. What we witnessed shocked me beyond belief. My mother was on her keens with her head buried in the pillow and Sally was behind her fucking her with a strap-on dildo. It took me a moment to realize that Sally was fucking my mother in the asshole with a large rubber replica of a male penis. Mother was moaning into the pillow and demanding that Sally fuck her harder. Ashley and I could clearly hear her demands, and the sound of naked flesh slapping against my mother's butt. My mother eventually let out a cry and proclaimed, "I'm cumming!" Ashley had been standing behind me, and had stuffed one hand under my jersey top and grasped one of one tit, while the other hand down the front of my shorts and was finger fucking me. Sally turned mother over onto her back and kissed her on the mouth. She turned around and placed her feet under my mother's armpits as she sat on mother's face. She looked over at us, as if she expected to see us there. She motioned us to enter. Ashley pushed me into the room, and quickly removed my clothes, and led me to the foot of the bed. She pushed me forward quietly. I knew what she wanted, and I looked up at Sally as she motioned for me to come up and pointed at my mother's pussy. I crawled up the bed between mother spread legs. Mother knew there was someone else in the room and tried to struggle to find out who was there, but Sally was sitting on her face and had her arms trapped by her legs, so mother couldn't see who was there. As I approached her crotch I could smell the odor of my mother's wet pussy. I could imagine what Sally and mother had been doing all night. Ashley had taught me well. Mother had struggle until I started sucking her pussy. Mother was moaning into Sally's pussy. It was obvious that she was having an orgasm. When she finally relaxed, Sally stood up long enough to park her butt on the headboard, allowing mother to look down to see who had been eating her pussy. I still had my mouth and nose buried in her pussy. I must have been a sight with my nose buried in her pubic hair with only my eyes and sweaty forehead visible. When I lifted my head my face was covered with her cum. The look on my mother's face was amazing. She was shocked to see me my face down there. Her response on her face was guilt for enjoying having her own daughter eating her pussy. GAWD, incest had been the farthest thing from her mind. It took her a moment to become aware that Ashely was also in the room. While I had been eating mother's pussy, Ashley had removed her clothes. She had been masturbating while she watched her mother sitting on my mother's face, and me eating mother's pussy. She still had her fingers deep in her pussy. Before mother could say anything Ashley knelt on the side of the bed, and started sucking on my mother's tits. I continued sucking on mother's pussy, and before long she was yelling that she was cumming again. There was a lot of self-incrimination later, but the four of us sat there on the bed discussing the facts that both of us had enjoyed all of the sex. The sun was coming up by the time we finally agreed that sex was going to become a welcome part of our lives. To celebrate we even got dressed and the four of us went out to have brunch, after all we were famished. On those nights when our mothers were not going out, mother and I slept together. We enjoyed mutual oral sex with each other. Weekends were parties for four. Sally turned out to be marvelous in bed. It is worth noting that Sally is a lot more uninhibited with me than my mother, and my mother is a lot more uninhibited with Ashley. It became a normal routine for Ashley and I to spend the week sleeping at each other's mothers. Eventually mother and I actually moved into Sally and Ashley's home together. I continued sleeping with Sally during the week, and Ashley continued sleeping with my mother during the week. Weekends were reserved for a four way orgy. Sally introduced me to face sitting, and took my cherry with her strap-on, and eventually taught me to enjoy being fucked in the ass. Our high school years were a great time for the two of us. During the first semester of my freshman year I heard rumors about the librarian Miss Feldstein and her assistant being lesbians, so when I had to select my class schedule for the spring semester, I asked my guidance counselor if I could make my sixth period library science. She was amenable if Miss Feldstein was willing. When I approached her about my taking library science for my sixth period, she was very pleased to have me help her. Miss Feldstein was a senior woman of undetermined age. She was about five-feet four, with gray haircut rather short, blue eyes. She had a very disarming smile all of the time. I would assume her to be a size 12. Her assistant was a quiet woman in her mid- thirties, blonde hair that was always kept in a tight bun on the back of her head. She was about a size 10, about five-feet six. She was like a shadow of Miss Feldstein though. If you asked to for help finding a specific book she said very little as she looked up where the book was kept, and let the student to where it was located. The first day of my second semester was as hectic as any first day. We seem to all have our preferred desk locations but had to adjust if another student got there first. We greeted old friends, and got to meet new students. I had a book bag full of class books by the time I got to the library for the sixth period. As soon as I placed my book bag behind the counter Miss Feldstein made the formal introduction to her assistant, Miss O'Bryan. There was a little tension on her face, as if she resented my intrusion into their private domain. Miss Feldstein started introducing me to the Dewey Decimal system of cataloging books by the library of congress. I had some knowledge of the system, but she had much more knowledge of the system. My job was to take the returned books and books left on tables and put them on a wheeled cart to return them to the shelves. Most students were thinking about escaping school by the fifth period, so there were not a lot of students visiting the library during the sixth period. We had the library in order well before the last bell. We had plenty of time to talk. I knew that school board had a lot of books they deemed inappropriate for high school students, but I wondered if there were ways I could get to read them. After Miss O'Bryan made her exit I asked Miss Feldstein if there was any way I could get to read some of the band books. She still had that smile on her face as she asked me what books I had in mind. I knew the names of a few books that were reputed to have plenty of lesbian sex I them. When I gave her the title of one such book, she smiled at me. "I shouldn't admit that I have several such books hidden in the basement, with the periodicals. She led me down the stairs after turning the lights in the basement. She led me to the back of the basement where there was shelves filled with books with plain brown paper covers on the books. All that was visible on the spine was the library of Congress numbers. She reached for one particular book and handed it to me. When I opened it and read the title it was the very book I had asked about. Ass I started reading the book I quickly came to the graphic description of sex between a girl and an older woman. Miss Feldstein led me to a pile of bound newspapers, and let me sit in them while I read. While I was engrossed in reading the descriptions of a very young girl being seduced by an older woman, Miss Feldstein started feeling me up like the woman was doing in the story. I simple turned my head and kissed her on the mouth. That was all of the encouraging she needed. She started undressing me and she started sucking my tits and pussy right there on the stacks. Miss O'Brian was jealous, but the next day after we locked the door Miss Feldstein escorted the two of us down to the basement. While I started reading out loud the book she selected for me. The two of them started undressing me. While read the story laying on the stacks, the two women ate my pussy and cucked my tits. I became committed to getting a doctorate in library science. During the rest of my high school years I had images of seducing young girls the rest of my life. During Ashley and my senior year of high school, our school had a female exchange student from Denmark. She was an attractive dark haired girl named Isabella. We met her at a party, and got an opportunity sit down and talk to her. She told us that she found it very amusing just how Victorian Americans are. She told us that Europeans are far more liberal about sex. We had to hear more about the subject, so we made a date with her to get together to talk about Europe. We invited her to have dinner at our house. When we introduced her to our mothers she quickly caught on that we were in an incestual lesbian relationship. She told us that she had her first sexual relationship with a girl when she was ten- years-old, and she admitted that the first time she had sex with a boy was when she was twelve-years- old. She confessed that she preferred having sex with females. The four of us were all too willing to bring her into our little family group. Isabella became a frequent visitor. After the sex Isabella regaled us with stories about what it was like in Europe. The subject of us joining her on a walking tour of Europe became a frequent topic of conversation. Our mother's couldn't afford to take time off from work to go walking around Europe. It was such an attractive idea that Ashley and I were excited about taking the trip. We planned it out with Isabella down to every detail. We went to a big sporting goods store and bought everything we figured we would need. Sturdy hiking boots, suitable socks, lightweight underwear designed to wick sweat away and dry quickly and appropriate clothing for outdoor use. We also bought interior framed back packs, plastic water bottles, ground clothes, lightweight sleeping bags, and a clever 'Iinsolite pad' to sleep on. We bought a lot of other items we would need. Of course we packed a nice wrinkle free dresses, stockings, and heels for those occasions we would need them. . We had to get passports too. Isabella talked it over with her parents, and she mailed home everything she wouldn't need. Within a few days after graduation our parents saw us off at the airport. We landed in London and transferred to another plane for Denmark. Isabela's parents greeted us. We had a couple of days to get to know her family before we started on our trek. Isabella introduced us to the woman that had introduced her to lesbian sex when she was 10-years-old. She was a 48-year-old woman now, and with age her figure had blossomed. She had a 26-nch waist and a36-C sized figure in her youth, but she had become a 36-inch waist and 38-G sized breasts. She was thrilled to meet two American girls. She couldn't get over the fact that we shaved all pubic hair and our legs regularly, as well as bathing every day. Apparently European's don't shower that often. (Ashley and found that out ridding on public transportation. No amount of perfume could cover up the odor of sweaty underarms.) She commented that our pussies looked like Isabella's pussy when she was 10-yrears-old, and it was like eating the pussy of a young girl again. After a day of unbridled sex with her, we told her about our sightseeing trip. Our plan was to sleep outdoors, weather permitting, and staying in youth hostels when it rained. Isabela showed us around Denmark before we headed to Hamburg and Berlin were our next stops, before turning west for Belgium We had to visit Berlin of course. It was unbelievable the thing people did to flee East German during the cold war. From there we headed for Frankfurt and Wolfsburg because we wanted to see the Volkswagen and Porsha plants. While hiking across country we did sleep outdoors most of the time. One time we were passing the property of a dairy farm, and met the daughter of the owner. She was an interesting young woman. She was a very busty blonde. I would guess that she was at least a 44-G sized woman. She showed and interest the three of us back packing across country. We told her we were headed for Brussels on our way to Parris, and asked her if it would be safe to sleep in the forest down the road. She suggested that it would be a lot more comfortable sleeping in her hay loft. We were thrilled at the offer, and even asked if we could wash out gamy clothes. She offered to wash them in her washing machine for us. She showed us where we could set up camp for the evening. While we dug out our plastic bags of dirty clothes she watched intently. She even offered to wash what we had on, and told us that there was a basin outside the barn that we were welcome to bath in while she washed our clothes, so we laughingly stripped off all of our clothes and stuffed them in our dirty clothes bags. The young woman showed an interest in our bodies. She even commented that she had heard that American women bathed every day, and shaved there pubic hair and legs too. She gathered up our dirty clothes bags and headed for the farm house to wash our clothes while we set about making our beds on the loose hay in the loft. We were jubilantly playing in the nude as we made our way back down the hay barn to find the basin she had mentioned. It was located on bricks, and there was a place in the sun that we would be able to dry off on the clean surface. Our pleasure in getting to bath was keeping us in a jubilant mood. We didn't even mind the cold water. Isabella even joined Ashely and me shaving our legs and pubic hair. We were back up in the loft when the young woman called up for help bringing up our clothes and something to eat. She had not only washed, dried and folded our clothes she had brought along bread, cheese and a container of cold fresh whole milk. We were still naked and in a playful mood. Our hostess even joined us in by removing her clothes. We sat around a bale of hay cross legged while we consumed the bread, cheese and cold milk. Our hostess joined us in and riotous evening of sex on the bales of hay. She was a very oral girl, she took great pains in performing oral sex on our assholes as well as eating out pussies. The beer in Germany was great, but the food was not that good, so we headed for the Netherlands (Holland). We had a great time in Holland. We headed directly Amsterdam to visit visited the home of An Frank, and the red light district (prostitution is legal in Holland). We were amused to see attractive naked women performing in the windows of store fronts of houses of prostitution. One young woman caught on that Ashley and me were Americans, and just had to get us in the house to flirt with us. I must say she taught the three of us a lot of cleaver tricks to please women with. We even found is a hoot to openly smoke marihuana in coffee houses there. From Holland we headed for Belgium on our way to Paris. Isabella had been to Paris many times, so she showed us all of the sights, and knew some girls there that more than made the sex worth the tip. When we got home we had so many stories to tell our mother's 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.