Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2023 20:14:16 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Anna's Stoey (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF) Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and women. 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. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Anna's Story By Jan As I sit at my desk writing checks to pay my utility bills. I was thinking about my upcoming 44th birthday which changed my life. I sat the bills aside to jot down my memories about my introduction to the lesbian community. When I was a nave 15-years-old I was only 5-foot tall with long auburn hair and pale skin, my breasts were only an A cup, when I was introduced to sex between women. There were two women that lived down the road from my parent's home. I knew them from my earliest memories because my parents liked them. By the time I was in the second grade I heard rumors that they were a couple of lesbians. I wasn't sure if the rumors were true, and besides I wasn't threatened by the sexual conduct of a couple of older women. Emily was a 70-year-old and Jule was 68-year-old. They had known me all-of my life. When I was told that they were married and Jule was Emily's wife I accepted it without question. I did learn that there was a social bias against same sex marriages. It wasn't until much later that I learned just how homophobic my fellow Ohioans can be, and we lived in the town of Bowling Green, Ohio with about 30,800 people, 20-miles south-ast of Toledo on I-75. We have our share of AR toting rednecks. Emily had shoulder length salt and pepper gray hair. She was 5-foot 4-inches tall, a little on the chubby side with small breasts. Jule was a skinny, frail looking 5-foot 3-inches with long brown hair that was graying at the temples. She also had small breasts. They lived in a three-bedroom sprawling old ranch style home That was well kept. The property had a large backyard with maple and oak trees and a thick privacy hedge around the backyard. The front yard had a lot of curb appeal. The shrubbery around the front of the house was well trimmed. There was a black aluminum deluxe mailbox next to the brick driveway entrance. When I was about 15-years-old Emily offered to pay me for walking their dog, and look after their garden during the summer I was happy to care for their dog and look after their garden. I had known their dog for years. I knew him to be a well-behaved animal, despite the unsavory reputation of the Mastiff's. He was a large tan colored animal with a big square head. I felt comfortable with him, but kept him on a chain leash when walking him because a lot of people are frightened by the large bread. But Diesel obeyed my commands. When I said heel, he would walk on my right side. When I stopped, he stopped instantly. If I said sit, he would sit on his hind quarters and would not move until I said come or go. They didn't want to give any of the neighbors an excuse to complain about the dog, so when I took Diesel for a walk, I brought along a plastic trash bag and a pooper scooper. The garden had a dual-purpose. They grew vegetables to eat and flowers for the beauty. They liked having cut flowers in the house for the color and fragrance during the spring and into the fall. I enjoyed working in the soil. I discovered that Diesel was all male. When I was on my knees weeding the garden, he came up behind me and smelled my butt and tried to mount me. That was the first time I ever saw his cock fully exposed. It was fully extended from the tan sheath, and was a mottled red and blue color that was pointed and as big as many adult men I had ever seen. He looked hurt when I told him: "NO BAD DOG!" He returned to his shady spot and laid down and licked his cock until it retracted back into the sheath. That summer my parents had an opportunity to vacation in the Caribbeans, so they allowed me to stay with Emily and Jule. Jule fussed over me like a loving granny. She wanted to cook my favorite dishes and made my bed for me. Emily had to tell her to let the girl alone so she can take care of herself, you don't need to tell her to brush her teeth or wipe her butt for her! One day they were sunbathing nude in the backyard. They were laying on a couple of white plastic chaise lounges. I had never seen them naked before. I couldn't take my eyes off-of their bodies. They teased me about me checking them out. Jule's skinny body was bony looking; her hip bones and rib cage were pronounced. Her small breasts spread over her reclining chest. Emily's chubby body gave her youthful look, and she reminded me of Goya's painting 'Nude Maja' except for the gray hair. They both must have shaved their pubic hair into a small triangular tuft of dark hair that was becoming gray. They teased me by asking me to take off my clothes and join them. I felt my cheeks get warm and knew that I was blushing. I was too shy and didn't have the nerve to take off my clothes and join them. I spent the rest of the day thinking about what they looked like. Later that evening while we were watching TV, I asked them if the rumors about them were true. Emily asked me what the rumors about them were? I was uncomfortable saying it out loud: "Are the two of you lesbians?" Emily smiled: "Of course we are, Jule is my wife. Are you curious about how women make love to each other?" "yes" Emily said: "Come over here and sit between us and we will teach you how women make love to each other." I paused before I sat between the two of them, but as soon as I was seated, they started kissing me. Emily was kissing my mouth and sticking her tongue into my mouth. Jule was kissing my neck. They were both undressing me. Emily was taking off my blouse, and Jule was unbuttoning my cutoff jeans and pulling them out from under my butt. I was not wearing a bra. (I didn't need to wear a bra.) Julie pulled my jeans and hip hugger panties down and free of my feet. When I was naked, they took turns standing to remove their own clothes. Emily was first to stand and unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it down over her hips and stepped out of it. She didn't wear a slip during the summer, but she did have a bra on, and she had white panties on. She unhooked the back of the bra and moved her shoulders forward as the cups fell away from her chest. Her breasts were not very large but they were plump. Then she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. I was close enough to smell her cunt. I was fascinated why she shaved her pubic hair into such a small patch. I asked her: "Emily, why do you and Jule shave so much of your hair off?" Emily smiled: "Honey, we don't want anyone getting a hair caught between their teeth or caught on the back of their tongue where they can't swallow it or cough it out." When she was finished, she wiped her crotch with her hand and sat back down next to me. She placed a hand on my pussy, while Jule stood up to remove her clothes. Jule was wearing the same items of clothing and she allowed me to take a good look as she removed each item. The biggest difference was that I could see her skeleton through her thin skin. Her breasts were small and sagged a little. Her little patch of hair was on her pubic bone. She turned around to let me see all-of her body before she knelt in front of me and spread my legs. She blew a puff of air at my pussy. I wore my pubic hair as a badge of proof that I was now a woman. I felt my hair moving because of her breath of air. Then I felt her starting to lick my pussy and Emily was sucking on my nipples. They worked on me until I had a strong orgasm. Emily was hugging me while she calmed down. I started kissing Emily and worked my way down to her tits and eventually I got on my knees and studied her pussy, because it was the first time, I had even been that close to a pussy. I smelled her odor and was compelled to lick her pussy until she squirted in my face. Then I turned my attention to Jule. I've heard that meat is sweeter near the bone, but I can't vouch for it because as far as I could tell Emily and Jule tasted the same. The only difference I could tell was Emily had more padding when she sat on my face. Jule's skinny body didn't sit so well on my face. That evening I was invited to sleep in their bed. They taught me to enjoy being rimmed and to reciprocate. After they had convinced me that I loved sex with women they introduced me to another couple of women. These two women were in their forties. They were nice and plump. They were very comfortable to make love to. They rebelled against the social norm by not shaving their legs, underarms, or vaginas. I understood what Emily meant about getting hairs caught in your throat and unable to swallow it or cough it up. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of female sexuality, please send your outline to janmay6969@gmail.com If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.