Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 12:29:04 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Bad Girl (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, g/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and two 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 to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Bad Girl By Jan My mother was a very religious woman. She belonged to the Foursquare Church. She spent so much time studying her bible and praying that my father left her before I started school. I rebelled against being dragged to church services at an early age. My mother couldn't handle my rebellious behavior. I put us such a fuss while in the church that I embarrassed her so much that she left me home in the care of a neighbor woman. I was about six years old when I became aware of my own sexual feelings. One night I found that it was pleasurable to rub myself between my legs. I started masturbating whenever I felt like it. Mother caught me playing with my pussy several times and punished me for my self-abuse along with lectures about the sin I was committing as she quoted from the bible. Her lectures fell on deaf ears. I felt that anything that felt that good was not bad. Pretty soon I was seeking out other girls that had discovered their own bodies to share our feelings about the pleasures of playing with our pussies. When I found a neighbor girl my age that also enjoyed playing with her pussy, it was a simple step to play with each other's pussy. That was even more pleasurable, so anytime I was with her or any other girl willing to play we masturbated each other. Of course Mother was suspicious of my activities with my friends, and caught me with them while we were finger fucking each other's pussies. That always led to more punishment and being forbidden to play with these girls. I ignored her at every opportunity. By the age of ten I had become friends with a 12-year-old girl that was even more informed about sex than me. She was old enough to have 33-B sized tits and brown pubic hair on her vulva. She introduced me to oral sex. I found it very exciting to suck on her tits, but when she taught me how to suck her pussy I couldn't get enough sex. Every girl I knew was introduced to oral sex. I got caught by my mother and the mothers of the other girls. My mother eventually gave up trying to change my behavior and sought out the help of a woman that was a leader within the church. Apparently the woman convinced my mother to place me in her hands completely. One afternoon Mother came home and announced that she was putting me in the hands of Sister Nancy from the church. She helped me pack a suitcase with my clothes, and drove me to the home of the representative of the church. When the woman opened the door, she announced, "Sister Nancy, this is my daughter Linda. I cannot abide by her sexual activity or stop her from committing sin with every girl she knows. Please take charge of her, and I hope you can correct her ways." I was frightened by the woman standing before me. She was at least six feet tall without heels. She was dressed in a dark conservative business suit. The only jewelry adorning her was a gold cross on the left lapel of her suit. Her light blonde hair was cut rather short with soft curls. She was clutching an old worn bible in her hand as she extended her right hand to shake my hand. She had a firm grip that let me know that she was much stronger than me. Mother dabbed at her eyes with a little lace handkerchief as she kissed my cheek before rushing back to her car. I was left standing there watching her car rush out of sight. Sister Nancy informed me that to ensure that I couldn't rush home anytime I wanted, I was going to be transferred to the central church and college in California. I was put on a bus under the supervision of another minister returning to the home office. It took three days for the bus to get to Los Angeles, where we were picked up by a car that took us to the church located at the north end of Echo Lake, just a short distance from Glendale Boulevard and Sunset Boulevard. Everything was strange and a little frightening to me. I was still in primary school, but I was to learn that I would be home schooled by the woman I was going to be living with. The Church is located on the northeast corner of Glendale Blvd. and Park Ave. The college parallels Glendale Blvd. The leadership of the church has their offices and homes on the next block to the east, but I was placed in the hands of one of the administrative leaders of the church that had a home not far away in an area known as Silver Lake. Her name was Ms. Amy, after the founder of the church, Amy Simple McPherson. This woman was also a tall intimidating woman with a full figure. I found her to be a little strange because unlike the conservative church members dressed like back home, she reminded me of the 1951 movie 'Sunset Boulevard' with Gloria Swanson and William Holden. Gloria was playing the part of an aging silent era movie star that dressed like the twenties stars and had broken with reality, and thought she was still attractive to young men. Her home must have been built during the silent movie era. It had been updated with a more modern kitchen and bathrooms though. It was white stucco with red tile roof and arched doors and windows. It was a California attempt to look like a Spanish villa. The wood was so old that it looked almost black. She showed me to the bedroom that was going to be mine. It was no more than 10 by 11 feet in size. The room was furnished with period appropriate bed and dresser. The room did not have a closet, so there was a chifferobe matching the rest of the furniture. The mirror was so old that it was dark with wrinkles in the coating on the back of the mirror. It didn't take long to hang up what few items of clothing I owned and put my under items in the dresser. It was going to take a while before I would feel comfortable living in this home, and with this older woman. Amy did her best to befriend me though. She didn't force me to attend church or drag me around the facility. While she was working I had the run of the house. That allowed me to masturbate as much as I wanted. I was frightened to wander around the community very much. Slowly I learned that the area had a large community of gay men. At least they didn't have any interest in young girls, although there were plenty of creepy looking men on Sunset Blvd. that scared the shit out of me. As I became accustomed to Amy I began to see her a little differently. She towered over me of course. She had bleached her hair for so many years that her hair was thinning. She had hidden behind makeup for so long that the wrinkles were deeply furrowed into her face, but she did have a pleasant smile. She thought she was dressing fashionably but they were ages out of date. Rather than looking like a sex goddess she looked almost tragically comical. She didn't try to preach to me, but she did insist that I keep up with my studies, and corrected them when she got home. Surprisingly she was a good teacher. Living with her of course there were times when I saw her in various stages of undress. Like most, older women gravity had its way with her figure, not that she had a bad figure. It was just that her breasts sagged and her lower belly was soft and sagged too. Her underarms were flabby as much as her thighs. I had only a few glimpses of her pussy, but her pubic hair was thin and graying. She was not immodest, or anything like that, but there were times I would catch her moving from the bathroom to her bedroom with nothing but a small bath towel around her body. Just when I began to feel comfortable with her, but hungry for the embrace of a girl, she started a conversation about sex over dinner. She asked me, "Is it true that your mother had you put in our care because of your unnatural desire to have sex with other girls?" Wishing to shock her, "YES, my mother kept walking in on me while I was sucking pussy!" Amy was not shocked by my statement at all, all she did was smile. "At least you are not shy about your desires! Have you ever had sex with an older woman?" Her question caused me to pause. I had never had sex with any girl older that fourteen before. I had admired some very attractive women and even fantasied about having sex with them, but had never looked upon a woman older than my grandmother. Her question forced me to consider the idea of having sex with her. The thought caused me to give her a lecherous smile. She reached across the table and took hold of my hand. She assured me that if I wanted to have fun with her that she was thrilled to teach me everything she knew about sex! Of course I told her I was willing, after all it had been months since the last time I tasted a pussy. With that she stood up and as she came around the table she pulled me to my feet. She led me down the hall to her bedroom. I had always been fascinated by her bedroom. Her bedroom looked like something out of an old silent movie. The bed was large with very elaborate brass bedposts. Her dresser had a large vanity mirror that had very elaborate lighting around the rim that allowed her to change the lighting from bright daylight to dusky evening, and there were wings allowing her to see the sides of her head. In addition the top of the dresser was covered with a large variety of hair products, makeup items, and skin moisturizers. The room smelled of perfume and face power. She was not all that tidy, because clothing items were scattered all over the place. She even had to toss some clothing items aside to clear the bed, before she started helping me to remove my clothes. I was so excited about the idea of having sex with an adult woman that I was sweating like a marathon runner. I was anxious to get naked, so that I could get a good look at Amy's naked body. When I was totally naked she placed me in the middle of the bed, so that I could watch her perform an impromptu striptease. She unfastened the back of her dress and pulled it off of her shoulders so that she could pull the dress up and over her head. She also had on a full slip that had a lace bodice covering her bra. When she pulled the slip over her head she was standing there in her undergarments. She had on a lavender lace bra that matched her lavender lace panties. I couldn't help thinking that she should have had a girdle on the way her lower tummy sagged. I was impressed with her expensive self-supporting nylons, even if they were darker than she should have been wearing. She also had on expensive high heels too. I suspected that she had been wearing high heels most of her life. When she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts. The bra supported her tits giving them the appearance of a youthful woman. When she pulled the bra from her body her breasts sagged. They reminded me of half empty hot water bottles. The way they sagged made her areolas elongate in an egg shape. Her nipples were pretty large. She lifted both of them up and rubbed the underside of her breasts, as if to massage the flesh that had been confined in the bra cups, before she proceeded to pull down her panties. Her panties were the tight full kind, which added to the support of her fanny. As she exposed her pussy to view, I got a good look at her graying pubic hair. After she stepped out of them, she spread her legs and rubbed her pussy. I was impressed with the way her clitoris protruded beyond her labia major, and the labia minor looked like graying folds of cauliflower. She placed a finger right at the top of her clit and pressed inward forcing her clitoris to tilt upwards. She was actually masturbating for my benefit. I approached her and clung to her hips while I sucked on her nipples one at a time. When she was satisfied that I had sucked her nipples long enough, she placed her hand on top of my head and pressed on it to force me down to her pussy. I was thrilled at the idea of sucking on my first adult pussy. I had never sucked on a pussy with a clit large enough for me to suck on it like it was a baby bottle nipple. Based on the nasty things she was saying I was sure she was enjoying my efforts. I sucked on it, pulled it, stretching the skin to the fullest, and shoved my nose hard against her pussy. It took a long time I just assume that a jaded older woman took longer to cum than a girl closer to my age had taken to cum. Eventually as Amy lay on the bed her legs started quivering as if she had been electrocuted, before she went limp and her whole body relaxed. She was breathing hard but her facial expression was sublime. I was drawn to her in a way that a simple kiss could not convey. When Amy recovered she set about making love to me. She sucked on my budding breasts like a starving animal. While she sucked on my tits I ran my fingers through her straw like hair in a loving manner. I didn't have to let her know that I was ready for her to suck my pussy. She licked a wet trail down the middle of my body on her way to my wet little pussy. I had grown enough pubic hair down there to actually feel like I was almost a mature woman. Amy was an expert at making love to a pussy. She would bring me to the edge of cumming with her tongue and mouth, only to stop all activity until the approaching orgasm passed. Then she would renew her efforts to bring me to the edge again. I was driven almost to distraction. When I tried to force her head tightly against my pussy to finally cum she resisted, but I managed to press her nose against my cunt long enough to cum and actually fill her nose with my juices. That was the start of our relationship. I would be home alone while she was at work. I would pamper my body in her cast iron bath tub, and lounge around naked, playing with my breasts and pussy until she would come home. I was free to indulge in any sexual fantasy I had. Amy would call me if she was bringing home someone from the church, so that I could dress appropriately, and behave like a proper young lady. One afternoon she called to tell me that she was bringing home a friend. That was not the way she announced the coming of a member of the foursquare church. I asked what I should dress like, and Amy chucked before saying her friend would appreciate seeing me just as I was! I assumed that she was telling me to remain naked, but I remained in my bedroom when they arrived, just to be sure that was what she had meant. When Amy called out for me to come and meet her friend I cautiously approached the living room. When I poked my head in, I saw that the dark haired woman had her back to me. Amy was facing me. I showed enough of myself to let her know I was naked. Amy said, "Here she is, come in and let me introduce you to my close friend!" As I entered the room the woman stood up and turned to meet me. She only smiled when she saw my naked body. She extended her hand in greeting as she said, "Amy has been telling me what a lovely girl you are, but she didn't do you justice!" As I took her hand she not only shook it, she pulled me to her and hugged me. My naked body was pressed against her clothed body. My nose was filled with the smell of her perfume. I admired her good looks. (I learned later that she was an Arminian.) She had long straight black hair that was long enough for her to sit on. Whenever she sat down she automatically pulled her hair around her shoulder laying it in her lap. Her face was very pretty, but when she turned her head she had a nose that looked like a parrot's beak. Her skin was a golden brown, and her full lips were a kissable red. Her eyes looked almost black. I could tell that she had a very good figure under her stylish clothes. She bent down enough to kiss me on my lips. I almost cried when she stuck her tongue into my mouth. When the kiss ended and she straightened up, I regretted the end of the kiss. Amy introduced her as Vartni, a dear friend that had been a loving friend for years. I was enamored with this woman that must have been in her forties. She was a stunning woman as old as my own mother. Amy and I proceeded to undress Vartni. The more I saw of her body the more I was sure that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her breasts were at least a 38-DD size that didn't need a bra to support them. The areolas and nipples were perched right in front of her breasts like bumper horns on the front of a late 1950's Cadillac. She obviously sunbathed in a bikini because the tan lines showed that her tits had a lighter colored triangle that barely covered her areolas. She only had a slight bulge on her lower belly. When her pubic hair was exposed it was straight and looked like it had been combed towards her labia major. The triangle of pubic hair was accented by the lighter tone of skin caused by the triangle of her bikini bottom. Her long legs looked strong. They opted to leave her nylons on because having them on was more erotic than if she was completely naked. At that point Vartni and I turned our attention on Amy. We undressed her quickly. Vartni was obviously very familiar with Amy's naked body. When everyone was naked, there came the decision on where to continue our machinations. The living room had hardwood floors with a Persian area rug on the floor. It would be too hard to be comfortable to lie on for long. Amy insisted that we retire to her bedroom. I was in heaven while she ate my pussy, and I enjoyed sucking on her brown pussy while Amy sat on her face. Vartni became a regular visitor. The two of them introduced me to the lesbian world in Hollywood. I was too young to visit nightclubs but dinner clubs were acceptable. Their lady friends were jealous of them having a young girl to play with. If they asked me to dance with them I was molested on the dance floor beyond belief. My education was not overlooked at all. I graduated from high school at sixteen and was enrolled at the University of California at Los Angeles (UCLA). I had my Bachelor's degree in three years, Masters in another two, and PhD in another two years. I never returned home again, and I lived with Amy until cancer claimed her. Vartni and I have not only remained friends we share a desire for teenage pussy. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.