Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2017 19:06:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Bubblegum to Perfume (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF, ff/FFF) Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FF, ff/FFF 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. Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Bubblegum to Perfume By Jan My name is Vicky and I am an only child. My family lived in a middle class neighborhood. The neighbors lived up to the average two point five children. There was a lot of pride of ownership. The homes were a mix of new and old construction. The homes were well painted and the yards were manicured. I grew up in a protective family, so the most I had to ever worry about was if my wardrobe matched and that it was flattering to my chestnut hair and blue eyes. I didn't even think about sex until I was 11- years-old. The girls in my neighborhood started to get interested in boys as they approached puberty. Like most uninformed children entering puberty we accepted a lot of rubbish as sexual facts. Boys our age were slower developing, so in our quest to learn the girls would have sleepovers where we taught each other how to dance, how to put on makeup, and talk about sex. We practiced kissing on each other, and the more experienced girls taught us how to masturbate. We even indulged clitoral stimulation on each other until we had orgasms. I learned later that some of my friends even indulged in oral sex with each other. The prospect of physical sex with boys was becoming the utmost concern to all of the girls I knew. I was well aware that the guys in the neighborhood gossiped about the girls they fucked, and some of the girls that were fucking just about any boy that asked them got the reputation of being sluts. Fearing earning that kind of reputation I was reluctant to let any boy fuck me. The answer to my problem came when I was when I was 14-years-old. My father's older brother brought his family by for a short visit on their way west to live because of an employment opportunity. They had a son that was sixteen. There came a day when we were alone for several hours while our parents were visiting other members of the family. When he started feeling me up I figured that it would be safe to have sex with him, because I would probably never see him again, and he sure as hell wouldn't be able to brag about his conquest with the boys in my neighborhood. He was quit welling to teach me about sex. It started with mutual masturbation. He even went down on me and sucked my pussy. That was the first time anyone had done that to me. It felt great, so when he asked me to suck his cock I felt obligated to do that for him, besides I was curious about what it would taste like. As I bent over in preparation of sucking on my first cock I noticed the smell of warm flesh that was rather pungent mixed with the smell of the detergent from his underwear his mother used to do the wash clothes with. I was impressed with his cock. To me it looked as big as any penis I had ever seen. I licked it to see if I would like the taste. I found the taste wasn't as bad as I anticipated. I followed his instructions about how to suck cock. I bobbed my head up and down taking care not to scrape his penis with my teeth. My jaw hurt holding it open longer than I was used to doing so. He stopped me before he had an orgasm because he wanted to do that in my pussy. In preparation he put on a rubber condom, demonstrating how to leave space at the end for cum. He told me that if the rubber was put on without the little dangling portion would up the risk of the rubber splitting and cum being squirted in my cunt. That was a piece of information I was thankful to learn. He had me lay on my back while he assumed the missionary position. There wasn't a lot of preparation before he guided his cock into my virgin cunt. He cautioned me that it would probably hurt the first time. True to his statement it hurt when his cock broke my hymen. I did my best to not complain but tears welled up in my eyes. I was disappointed how quickly he came. When he pulled out I had not had an orgasm. He disposed of the used condom and we cleaned up. I was relieved when his family continued their trip. I didn't understand what all the fuss was about. I didn't bother telling any of my friends about my sexual experience. I didn't join in the discussions about sex with them anymore. My friends attributed my reluctance to gossip about my dates with boys do me being too religious. A perception I didn't dispute. It was a safe community so my family thought nothing about allowing me to walking around town at evenings by myself. One evening I was walking to the home of my best friend, named Beverly. I just wanted to get out of the house and have someone to talk to. It was a pleasant walk to her house. I was about half way there when I was walking past a nice old craftsman home. There were stone pillars supporting thick wooden posts supporting the roof over the front porch and stones all around the base. The home had shake-shingle roof and sidings. The front door had colorful cut glass floral pattern. I had seen it many times before and had always found the house very attractive. I had seen the owner in the front yard tending her flowers. She was a snow white hair and was a thin frail looking woman. We had exchanged pleasantries, and I had completed her on her rose garden. This evening as I approached the house a late model car pulled up to the curb and two women got out. They must have been about the same age as my mother. As the driver came around the car I couldn't help noticing that they were both pleasingly plump. They were dressed nicely and looked attractive. The driver had brown hair and the passenger was a dirty blonde. The woman that had been in the passenger seat asked, "Where are you headed, honey?" "I am going to visit a friend on the next block." "Why don't you join us, we are visiting our old friend here? By the way what is your name?" "My name is Vicky, but I don't really know the woman that lives here. I've seen her and we casually said hi to each other, but that's all." The woman said, "This is my friend Ruby and I'm Betty. "Please join us I would love to introduce you to our beloved friend?" Having said the two women flanked me and walked me up the walk to the house with their arms around my waist and rang the doorbell. I could see a distorted figure approaching the door through to cut glass panels in the door. When the person opened the door I recognized the little old lady. She looked surprised to see me. "What are the two of you doing with this young girl?" Betty said, "We insisted on her joining us to visit you! I think she is at the perfect age to meet you. Her name is Vicky. Vicky this is our mentor Thelma." Thelma held out her hand, "I have admired her for months as she walked by." I said, "I have always thought your home looks beautful and your garden always looks perfect." As she stepped back to allow the three of us to enter I observed just how delicate her slender body was, and she smelled of lavender. Her home was old enough that it had a formal parlor. When this house was built homes had parlors where the daughters could entertain male guests and still have the mother interrupt any cuddling to bring them tea and cookies. She escorted us into the parlor. There was a Victorian couch for two (known as a love seat). It was crowded with the three of us wedged into it. Thelma sat in the matching wing backed chair with Duncan-Phyfe eagle claw feet. She asked, "Now tell me what is going on?" Ruby said, "Betty and I agreed it was time for us to pay you a visit to thank you for everything you taught us. When we arrived we happened to meet this sweet young thing, and agreed she would benefit from your tutelage. I think she would enjoy tasting a Grasshopper!" Betty agreed, so Thelma got up and went through an adjoining door. In her absence my two new friends started asking me questions. They wanted to know if I had a boyfriend, and I assured them that I wasn't interested in boys. Their smiles indicated that they were pleased with that response. Betty said, "You mentioned that you were visiting a friend. I assume she is a close friend." "Yes, I have known Beverly from the first day of pre-school." Betty said, "Ruby and I have known each other most of our lives. She was the second person I kissed." "Oh, who was the first?" There was a quick exchange of looks between the two of them, "Thelma was our first love." It took me a moment to absorb the implications of the statement. Just at that moment Thelma returned with four glasses and shiny metal shaker. She sat the glasses on the cocktail table and poured a green frothy liquid into all four glasses. The three of them sipped from their glasses, as I smelled mine. It smelled minty, and it tasted like peppermint. I liked it so much I drank it quickly. Thelma filled my glass again. While I drank it she returned to the kitchen to mix more 'Grasshoppers.' By the time I had consumed five glasses, my cheeks tingled and I felt relaxed. I became aware that Betty and Ruby were touching me a lot. They were stroking my arms and thighs. Ruby asked, "Do you kiss Beverly like this?" With that she placed her lips on mine and pressed firmly against my mouth as she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I felt a tingly feeling rush through my body. I responded by trying to stick my tongue into her mouth. My eyes were closed, so I didn't know which one of them was feeling my small breasts and which one had her hand on my thigh and was rubbing the skirt up. When the hand reached my moist panties I moaned into Ruby's open mouth. My clothes seemed to melt off my body until I was totally naked. When I opened my eyes I became embarrassed realizing that I was naked and I was looking at Thelma facing me. The sweet looking white haired woman was fully dressed and she had one hand on her left tit and the other was rubbing her crotch. While Ruby continued kissing me Betty knelt in front of me and spread my legs. She placed her warm hands on my thighs and started kissing my soft inner thighs on either knee and working up my thighs and switching back and forth between either legs until she reached my moist pubic hair. She licked my crotch and stimulated my clit until I was squirming around. I had experienced orgasms from my own digital stimulation, but never had one induced by another person. I thought I was going to pee. Eventually I couldn't stop it and I had an orgasm, and I thought I had peed in her mouth. She swallowed it all. I learned later that I squirted cum into her mouth. A little later the three of them escorted me into Thelma's bedroom. I was placed in the middle of the bed. I watched them as they undressed each other. As noted both Betty and Ruby were chubby. Their breasts sagged and rested on their round bellies they bother sported love handles on their waist. When they lifted their arms it was obvious neither of them bothered to shave their underarms. They also didn't shave their legs or vulva. Their chubby vulva's had thick pubic hair that trailed down the insides of their legs. It was obvious that plenty of hairs protruded out from under their full panties. Before they joined me on the bed they helped Thelma get undressed. Physically Thelma was a completely different kind of woman. She was probably a different woman when she was a young woman, based on the photographs on the walls. As a seventy year old plus woman she had shrunk a couple of inches to about 5' 4," and looked like she weighed no more than a 100 pounds. Her shin looked thin and there were age spots on her body, particularly on her arms and backs of her hands. Her breasts were like empty balloons suspended from her chest. Body hair was almost nonexistent. Her hips were so wide that even with her legs closed, light would was visible shinning between her upper thighs. The surprising thing was that her clitoris was at least two inches long and was exposed, like she had a penis the size of a little boy. The three of them mounted the bed. Thelma and Beverly on either side of me, while they took turns kissing me and sucking on my tits Ruby was between my legs licking and sucking my pussy. After each time I had an orgasm they changed places until all of them had eaten my pussy. It was amazing for me to suck on Thelma's pussy like I had done to my cousin penis, and she even mounted me like a male and fucked me with her clit. I was getting late and they didn't want me to leave, so I used my cellphone to call home and ask her if I could spend the night at Beverly's home. Mom gave me permission while Ruby was sucking on my tit and Betty was sticking a finger up my ass. Thelma was squatting over my head just waiting for me to end the call so that she could sit on my face. As soon as I hung up Thelma started rubbing her pussy against my face. I was overwhelmed with the smell and taste of her cunt, but she also moved her butt up until I got my first taste of asshole. I found that it smelled sweeter than pussy and tasted pretty good. The sex lasted most of the night. We slept late, and we had breakfast together. Thelma insisted that I bathe before getting dressed. As she sated I shouldn't go home smelling of pussy all over. Later that day I called Beverly and told her that if anyone asked I spent last night at your house. I brushed of her question why by saying I would tell her next week. Monday stalled her barrage of question by telling her I would tell her after school if she would meet me at the tennis court bleachers. When we were seated at the top of the bleachers I told her. "Last night I was coming to visit you but as I drew close to that old house on Thirds street, the one with the pretty cut glass door." At that point Beverly said, "The one owned by that frail old lady with the white hair?" "Yes, at that point a car pulled up with two women as old as our mothers got out and started talking to me. Before I knew what was happening they were sweeping me up the walk. What happened was I spent the night with the three of them. They gave me an education about lesbian sex all night." Beverly leaned close, "Did you enjoy it?" "That was the most exciting thing I have ever experienced. I didn't have an orgasm when I had sex with my male cousin, but I lost count of the number of times I had orgasms with these three women. I even passed out a couple of times." "What did they do?" "You have to experience it to understand it." "I'm willing!" "Why don't I take you to her home next Friday? I think I can get my Godmother to cover for us with our parents." Amy agreed if I could get my Godmother to cover for us. The next day I called my Godmother and asked her if I could come by. She was happy to have me come over. My godmother was a lifelong friend of my mother's, and she and I were very close. When I had sex with my male cousin I had told her all about it, and my feelings about it. She could have told my mother, but she hadn't, so I knew I could trust her. When I arrived she insisted on making me tea before we settled down to discuss my problem. When we settled down I told her that I wanted her to cover for me and Beverly should anyone ask were we were next Friday. She asked where we were doing that we needed to lie. I was reluctant to answer the question, because I didn't know what her feelings were about lesbianism. She assured me that she wouldn't tell our parents regardless of what we were up to. I reminded her how disappointing my first experience of sex with a male had been, before telling her about meeting a much older woman and her to women friends that were about her age. I explained how exciting it had been to have sex with females all night. Then I told her that when I told Beverly, she wanted to join me to have sex with them, if I could arrange for us to get permission from our parents to be out all night. My godmother said, "I will cover for you, but why didn't you come to me if wanted to explore you lesbian feelings?" With that she stuffed her right hand down the front of the sweater she was wearing and pulled her left tit out of her bra and let it fall out. Then she stuffed her left hand down the front of the sweater and pulled out the right tit. I was stunned by her move. I had never looked at her as a sexual object before. She had always been a mother figure to me. The sight of her mature breast excited me. I instinctually reached out and grasped her left breast and squeezed it. Having done that I bent over and flicked her nipple with my tongue a few times. She placed her hand on the back of my neck under my hair and pulled my head down to her breast. I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on her tit. After I established suction I pulled my head back stretching her tit into a conical shape before releasing it and watching it spring back into its natural shape. While I was sucking I reached down and placed my hand on her exposed thigh and worked my hand up her thigh, and taking her skirt up too. When I reached her crotch I found that she was not wearing panties, and her pussy was as smooth as a baby's butt. While I finger fucked her I looked up and asked, "No panties?" "I don't wear panties most of the time because I hate having panty lines showing through my skirts and slacks." as she smiled. I was intrigued by the odor of her shaved pussy. I just had to get on the floor to get a close look. As I placed my hands on her thighs and moved my head close enough for her to feel my breath and me smell her cunt she placed her hands on my head and pulled me against her pussy. The fact that her pussy was air dried and not held tightly by warm material actually made her crotch odor mild compared the crotches of Betty, Ruby and Thelma. I didn't stop sucking her cunt until she announced that she was cumming, and locked my head against her cunt with her legs wrapped around my neck. After a kiss I thanked her for understanding and willingness to lie for me and Beverly. The next day I called Thelma and asked her if I could bring my girlfriend to her home Friday night, so that the three of them could teach Beverly everything they taught me. After she gave her hole hearted agreement to host a party I called Betty and Ruby in succession and invited them to the party. The last call was to Beverly's mother to ask her if Beverly could have a sleepover party at my godmother's home. The rest of the week Beverly could hardly contain herself. She was telling me that her panties were constantly wet, and she was masturbating at least three times every night just to get to sleep. Friday morning I had packed in my book pack skimpy panties, a thin bra without cup padding, my minimum makeup kit and toothbrush. After school I waited for Beverly and we walked the few blocks to Thelma's. Thelma answered the doorbell wearing a simple house dress buttoned down the front. She hugged me and clasped Beverly's hands as I introduced then to each other. She insisted on taking us to the kitchen and making us sandwiches with milk. While we ate she assured us how much she was thrilled to have me visit her again, and bring along my girlfriend. We had a couple of hours to kill before Betty and ruby would get there from work, so Thelma showed us her home. She was very proud of how much she had done to restore her home to the glory days when her home was first built. She had even hound a period kitchen stove and converted it from coal oil to natural gas. Even in the front parlor and the living room she had period correct cabinets. The inlayed doors hid modern LCD television and sound systems. Even though she had wireless hand phones in almost every room in the family room there was a functional old wooden hand crank phone. Where necessary the hardwood floors had Persian area rugs. The back yard was just as well kept as the front yard. There was a winding path leading us to her flower beds and a white gazebo. The block wall around her back yard was high enough to insure privacy. In the left corner was a single car garage with the door opening onto the alley behind the houses. . (Our town stopped building housing lots with alleys after World War II to increase the number of houses per acre.) Thelma proudly showed off her glider in the gazebo and the three of us sat together in the glider. Thelma took turns hugging us and kissing us. She complimented us on what nice sized breasts we had, and felt us up. When Beverly and I felt her tits we discovered she wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were small and sagged a lot. We restricted our sexual activity to just feeling and kissing for two reasons; waiting for the other two women to arrive and the teasing made all three of us horny as hell. As the expected time of arrival of Betty and Ruby we returned to the family room to await their arrival. We heard their car pull up our front. Thelma went to the door and stood in the open door as her guests approached the porch. They were thrilled to see me and get to meet my girlfriend. There was a lot of hugging a kissing. It didn't surprise me when they grabbed my ass while kissing me. When they grabbed Beverly's ass the startled look on her face was priceless. Ruby wanted to take Beverly to the bedroom right away. It was obvious that Ruby was smitten by Beverly's strawberry blonde hair and freckled alabaster skin. The bed was crowded with the five of us on it, but we managed. The sex lasted all night. By morning Ruby was in love with Beverly and wanted her to be her girlfriend. ......On our way home we discussed the impossibility of her being Ruby's girlfriend because they couldn't keep it from her parents forever. My godmother had me visit as soon as possible to tell her about everything that took place. I demonstrated on her all of the things that had taken place. 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