Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 10:35:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Call me Butch (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, g/g, g/g, g/F)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl
and other girls and women.  If this type of content
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                     Call Me Butch
                          By
                         Jan

	I never wanted to be a girl.  Even before I was
old enough to go to school I preferred to dress kike
a boy and play the roughhouse games with the boys.
I rebelled against any attempt to make me into a
girl.  I wanted my hair cut short so I didn't have to
waste time drying it, or having hair get in my eyes
while playing.

	I'm sure my parents were disappointed that I
was not the girl they had wanted me to be.  My
father distanced himself from me.  He hardly ever
talked to me.  My mother was just as upset.  She
eventually gave up trying to make me behave like a
girl.

	There was a neighbor boy that was my age,
named Matt.  We played together all of the time.
We wrestled with each other.  I was every bit as
strong as he was.  As we grew older we played
baseball with the guys on the block.  I even played
football with the guys.  I gave as much as I took.
When the other girls were pampering themselves to
make themselves softer I was getting bruises and
getting harder.

	I refused to play softball with the 'Girls Little
League.'  I insisted on playing hardball with the boy's
team.  Without bragging I can honestly say that we
had the best team in the league.  I made the all-star
team every year.  I led the league in home runs, runs
batted in, and when I pitched I had the lowest runs
allowed and most strike outs.  I was just as
competitive on the soccer field.  If any guy wanted
to play rough I would tackle them just as hard.  I
earned every yellow and red card I got.

	The boys at school either resented that I was
a better athlete than them, or thought of me as one
of the guys.  Girls didn't understand me.  As a result
they either hated me or were afraid of me.  My best
friend was still Matt.

	When the guys were starting to get old enough
to get horny they didn't look at me.  When they
found a girl willing to put out they didn't think twice
about talking about their conquests in front of me.
They even teased me about what I would do with a
girl.

	That started me thinking about sex too.  I
really didn't have a desire to have sex with guys.  I
did wonder what it would feel like to have a guy fuck
me.  The answer was to ask Matt if he would like to
fuck me.  We got together in my bedroom when my
parents were not around one afternoon.

	We took off our clothes and checked out what
each other looked like.  His cock was much bigger
than it had been when we were children.  The two of
us were just starting to grow pubic hair.  We were
no more than eleven or twelve at the time.  When he
took his position between my legs he pulled on his
cock enough to make it hard.  Then he guided it
towards my pussy.  Neither of us had thought about
lubricant.  When he tried to shove it in, I had to bite
my lip because the pain was all consuming.  When my
hymen broke, he started fucking me.  It seemed like
a long time.  His head was over mine and sweat was
dripping from his face onto mine.  Eventually he gave
up without cumming in me.  We had no idea why
neither of us was able to cum.  When he withdrew he
was shocked to see traces of blood smeared all over
his dick.  I knew about my hymen and assured him
that it was okay.

	We were so concerned about our inability to
cum that Matt decided to visit with a girl named
Jennifer.  She was a well known to be easy with her
virtue.  She had a playhouse behind her garage that
she now used to have sex with boys.  She had
removed the play stove, sink and little dining table to
place a cot on the floor.  She sucked on Matt's cock
almost until he came before she lay on her back and
guided his cock into her pussy.  There was no misfire
this time.  He came in short order.  That was a
relief to him, but I had not cum either.

	I visited Jennifer a couple of days later and
asked her why I had not had a climax when Matt had
fucked me.  Jennifer gave me a knowing smile and
assured me that very few girls cum when they lose
their cherry.  It takes time to learn to cum, some
women never cum.  Her suggestion was for me to
allow her to teach me about sex.

	We sneaked into her playhouse where we took
off our clothes and lay on her cot.  She was a little
older than me and had larger breasts and more dark
hair on her pussy.  She wanted to kiss and have me
play with her tits while she felt my budding breasts.
I had never been the kissy type.  It took me awhile
to get into the kissing.  I did like the feeling of her
hands on my tits though.  We progressed to rubbing
each other's pussy.  Both of us were getting wet
down there.

	Jennifer laid me on the cot and mounted me
head to tail.  She started licking my pussy and it felt
wonderful.  Her pussy was right over my head.  I
could smell her pussy and see the shiny moisture on
the lips of her pussy.  I didn't have to lift my head.
She lowered her pussy down to my mouth.  I was
practically being smothered by her pussy.  I had to
struggle to breathe.  My nose was partially touching
her asshole.  I could smell her asshole.  I found the
smell very erotic.  When Jennifer started to cum
she rammed her pussy hard against my face.  My
face was being covered with her slimy juice.  I was
pressing my heels into the cot and hanging onto her
hips when I felt like I had been touched by a live
electrical wire.  Every muscle in my body contracted
in spasms.  Then I went limp.  I could not hold onto
her hips.  My arms felt heavy so I let them fall to
my sides.

	When Jennifer rolled off of me she sat up and
wiped my juice from her face.  "I think you are more
interested in pussy than cock, Butch!"

	I was used to everyone calling me Butch, so I
was not upset with her calling me that.  We both
found the experience funny and laughed while we got
dressed.

	The word got around that I was a lesbian.  I
hated Jennifer for telling everyone after that.  I
became even more estranged from my classmates
after that.  There were a few girls that actually
sought me out though.  They would seek me out when
there were no one around and talk to me.  They were
so shy that they would not come right out and ask
me if it was true that I was a lesbian.  They would
just hint about wanting to be my friend.  I
sometimes would tease them.  "Aren't you afraid
that people will call you a lesbian?"

	There was one girl that I could not tease.  Her
name was Mary-Alice.  She was a small little girl for
her age.  She was no larger than a six-year-old.  She
had platinum blonde hair that was worn in a ponytail
with bangs.  The ponytail hung down her back to her
waist and the bangs covered her eyebrows.  She had
blue eyes that looked almost gray.  Her mother
dressed her like a child even though she was my age.
When she tried to befriend me, my heart melted.  I
became very protective of her.

	Of course there were rude remarks made
about our relationship by our classmates.  I even
kicked the ass of a couple of guys, but that only
confirmed to everyone that we were lovers all the
more.

	One evening we were talking in her back yard
when she broke down and cried on my shoulder.  She
told me, "Some girls at school had teased me about
being your lover and wanted to know if you ate my
pussy."

	I assured her, "Don't pay any attention to what
the bitches say.  I get teased all the time because I
am more like a boy than a girl.  Jennifer went around
telling everyone about the time I asked her about
sex and she showed me how girls suck pussy.  After
that everyone assumes I am a lesbian."

	Mary-Alice had been looking at her feet until I
said that.  Her eyes came up to look at my face
without lifting her head.  I knew that she had
assumed I was a lesbian.  I said, "Jennifer is the
only girl I have ever had sex with!"

	Mary-Alice started crying.  I took her in my
arms protectively and started rocking back and
forth.  She looked up at me and said, "I thought you
were!"

	I could not resist kissing her on the mouth.  I
found kissing her as natural as kissing a baby.  The
longer we kissed the more urgent it became.  I put
my tongue in her mouth.  While I was doing that
Mary-Alice was clinging to my tits.  They had grown
to a 'C' cup by that time.  My nipples got hard under
her hands.

	On a girl as small as Mary-Alice her little 'B'-
cups looked large on her.  We were feeling each
other's breasts for a long time while we continued
kissing.  I placed one hand on her thigh and moved it
under her dress until I felt her warm, moist panties.
I struggled to get my hand inside her tight panties.
I felt her soft pubic hairs on my way to her pussy.  I
masturbated her until she moaned into my mouth
and shook like a leaf in a breeze.  When I withdrew
my hand I smelled my fingers and she blushed, as
she pulled my hand away from my nose.

	After that, whenever we could be alone we
made love.  She loved to suck on my nipples.  I ate
her pussy and taught her to eat my pussy too.  I was
even inspired to lick her asshole because I loved her
that much.  By the time we entered high school I
had no compunction about holding her hand while
walking the corridors to our classrooms.  I was
broken hearted when her family moved away.

	By that time I didn't care who knew I was a
lesbian.  I took pride in still being able to compete
against the best of the guys.  By that time I was
forced to play on the girls teams.  I couldn't stand
the crying bitches when they so much as broke a
fingernail.  Just the same I took any team to a
championship.  Opposing teams tried to rattle me by
calling me a dyke.  That just inspired me to make
them pay for insulting me.

	Like all high schools there were rumors that
this or that gym teacher or English teacher was a
lesbian.  I didn't put much credence in the gossip.

	I was not one that enjoyed swimming and
avoided it when the girl's physical education class
had the use of the pool.  I always got an excuse slip
for one reason or another.  The non-swimmers were
required to sit in the bleachers and study while the
girls swam.

	I always got a chuckle at the Mexican girls
that were gang girls.  They all would have periods for
the full duration of swim classes.  They just didn't
want to get their hair wet.  They would sit there in
their tight skirts and smelling of cigarette smoke,
talking in Spanish.  I knew enough Spanish to know
when they were calling me names.  When I flipped
them off they didn't have the nerve to fight me.  I
was having an argument with one of the tougher of
the bitches one day, when the school's girls swimming
coach overheard me threaten to snatch every hair
off of her dirty Mexican head.

	Her name was Ms. Baxter.  She confronted me
and made me follow her into the office of the
shower and changing room.  She closed the door
behind us and said, "You can't go around threatening
every girl that pisses you off!"

	I was still mad at the girl, but was not about to
tell the teacher what had pissed me off, besides my
reputation around school was well known.  I was sure
the teacher knew what the bitch had called me.  She
said, "I think you need to join me after school in the
detention hall."

	I shrugged my shoulders and accepted the
detention slip.  After school I headed for the study
hall.  It was a classroom next to the library.  As the
classroom filled up with the normal assortment of
tough guys, gang girls the room took on the odor of
an ashtray because most of the delinquents were
smokers.  I took a seat and took out a text book.  I
was looking at the coach.

	She had on an Izod Polo shirt and tennis
shorts.  I could make out her sports bra under the
shirt.  I wondered if the rumors about her were
true.  The time passed slowly until the hour was up.
The classroom emptied in a flash.  I was putting my
textbook back in my pack as Ms. Baxter came
around the desk and sat on it.  The way she was
sitting I could see up the legs of her shorts and see
the white panties she had on.  I could make out the
dark spot created by her pubic hair.  I was having
lustful ideas filling my mind.

	Ms. Baxter said, "Butch, I know what that girl
called you in Spanish.  You can't fight everyone that
calls you a lesbian, dyke or cunt lapper!"

	I started to say something rude, but stopped
before I opened my mouth.

	She knew what I was looking at.  She spread
her long tan legs and rubbed the crotch of her
shorts.  When I smiled, she said, "YES!  The rumors
about me are true!  It is too bad you were not a
swimmer.  I would have loved to turn you into a
butterfly swimmer and the 500 meter individual
medley.  I suspect that you would have made a great
long distance swimmer.  She had slid off of the desk
and had approached me.  She was standing behind
me and placed her hands on my shoulders and
squeezed them as she slid her hands down my arms.

	I didn't know what to say.  She moved her
hands around my body and cupped both of my tits.
"Do you mind?"

	I looked up over my shoulder and smiled at her,
"I haven't had a girlfriend since Mary-Alice moved
away!"

	Ms. Baxter leaned over my shoulder and kissed
me on the mouth.  I returned the kiss in kind.  Ms.
Baxter broke the kiss and told me to follow her.  We
gathered up our stuff and she locked the door as we
headed down the hall.  I could hear the click of the
heels of my flats and the squeak of her tennis shoes
on the waxed tile floor of the hall as they echoed
off the metal lockers lining the walls.  She led me
back to the pool.  There was a parking lot in back of
the pool.  She drove a Volkswagen.  We tossed our
stuff in the back seat and got in.  She asked me if
there would be a problem if she didn't drive me
home.  I assured her that there wouldn't be a
problem.

	She shifted the gears like a racecar driver as
she headed away from school.  I made note of every
turn.  She lived in a neighboring town not far from
school.  When we entered the duplex I could tell
that there were two people living there.  I was not
sure what the relationship between them was.  Ms.
Baxter said, "You can call me Susanna when we are
not at school!"

	I was about to say something when the door
opened and in came a woman dressed in a business
suit.  She looked very fashionable.  Her hair was
strawberry blonde and in a 'French Twist' and
lacquered to high heaven.  I was impressed by her
mature good looks.  I would have guessed her to be
about forty-years-old.

	The woman said, "GAWD damn it, Susanna.
You're going to get us in trouble if you keep bringing
home jailbait!"

	Susana said, "Oh come off it you like young
pussy as much as me, Martha!  Butch, this is Martha,
my wife!"

	I was enthralled by the sophisticate beauty of
the woman.  I stuck out my hand to shake hers.  She
took my hand and smiled at me.  "Butch?"

	I blushed, "Everyone calls me Butch!"

	"Well Butch, is this nasty bitch getting into
your panties?"

	"Not yet!"

	Everyone laughed at my comment.

	Martha pulled the silver gray silk scarf from
around her neck as she started unbuttoning her suit
jacket.  She did not have a blouse on.  I saw the
black lace bra being exposed.  She removed her
jacket and laid the jacket and scarf over the arm of
the sofa.  She turned her skirt and unfastened it
and unzipped it.  Then she pulled the skirt down over
her ample hips and stepped out of it.  The smoky
gray skirt joined the matching jacket.  All that was
left was a quadruple strand of freshwater pearls,
black bra, her high heeled black pumps and dark
panty hose.  She did not have panties on.  I could see
that she trimmed her pubic hair and it was much
darker that the hair on her head.  I had never seen
a woman that looked so erotic in her underwear.
She approached me and took me in her arms and
kissed me on the mouth.

	I had been so absorbed in watching her disrobe
that I had not noticed that Susanna had disrobed
too.  When I looked at her I was just as impressed
with her figure.  She had brown hair that was
shoulder length.  As she lifted her hair she said, "I
wore my hair in a Dorothy Hamill cut all of the years
I was swimming.  I have been letting it grow ever
since."

	Her breasts didn't need support.  They were
firm cones with proud areolas perched right in front
of her body.  I wanted to feel them the minute I
saw them.  Her pussy was also trimmed.  I assumed
that was because she spent so much time in a
bathing suit.  Her legs and arms were long too.  I
was overwhelmed with the situation.  The two of
them moved so close that their body heat was
warming me up.  They started removing my clothes.

	I had never been one to wear frilly girl's
clothes.  I had on a cotton blouse that looked just
like a man's dress shirt except it buttoned right over
left.  The jeans I had on were men's five button
Levis.  I preferred white sweat socks and cleat-less
track shoes.  I hated having my tits flopping around
and chose to wear a tight sports bra.  The panties I
chose to wear were comfortable cotton panties with
a thick crotch pad to absorb moisture.  My jeans
stained the crotch indigo blue.  When they had me
naked I just had to see Martha's tits too.  I
unhooked the back and pulled the bra off.

	Her breasts were large and heavy.  They
sagged down but still looked so attractive that I
just had to pick them up and kiss them.  While I was
sucking on Martha's tits, Susanna was standing
behind me and rubbing her crotch against my butt
while she had one hand on one of my tits and the
other hand was groping my wet, hairy pussy.

	We wound up on the sofa in a pile of legs and
arms.  The funny thing was that even though I was
the youngest of the group I was the alpha female.  I
wound up taking charge I fist fucked both of them
while the other one sucked my pussy.  I even sat on
their faces and made them eat my asshole.  They
loved it.  I moved in with them after graduation
from high school.


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