Date: Mon, 18 Oct 2021 13:04:11 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Cathy's Firsr Love (Leesbian / Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/FFF)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/FFF

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage girl and adult females.  If this type of
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                     Cathy's First Love
                            By
                           Jan

	I can't say I was all that innocent when I fell in love
with my mother's best friend.  I had played spin the bottle
with the girls in the neighborhood as a girl while the boys
were playing baseball and basketball at the local grammar
school playground.  When we were a little older and had
pajama parties, I enjoyed sucking tits and pussies.  I thought
I had outgrown that stage when I started dating boys.

	My mother was a stay-at-home housewife.  The local
housewives were in the habit of gathering at the home of
the one with the youngest baby after they made the beds
and did their housework.  They would sit around drinking
coffee, gossiping, and playing cards.  Mom was particularly
close to one particular neighbor.  She was not part of the
morning coffee clutch because she was younger than most
of them and divorced.  The other women saw her as a
threat.  They feared their husbands would be attracted to
her.

	Rosemary was a remarkable looking woman.  She
made anything she wore look good.  From what I was told
she was of German extraction.  She had coal black hair and
pale blue eyes.  She had to be in her late twenties and
looked like a college freshman.  She had the figure of a
college cheerleader as well.  The thing most people focused
on was her breasts.  They were large and were firm enough
to stand up proudly.  I found them as attractive as everyone
else.

	I did find it strange that my mother and her were
friends.  They didn't seem to have anything in common with
each other.  Rosemary was well educated, where Mom
barely finished high school.  My parents struggled to better
themselves but would always be lower middle class.  Where
Rosemary had come from a better educated family.  It never
dawned on me that there was a sexual element to their
friendship.  That is until I happened to come home from
school because the school nurse sent me home after I had
vomited during English class right after lunch.

	I let myself in the backdoor and headed to the kitchen
to get something to drink and as I passed the family room
entrance, I heard moaning and saw Mother was on top of
Rosemary.  They were both naked and Mother had her face
buried in Rosemary's pussy.  I was embarrassed and felt
guilty for having seen something I shouldn't have seen.  I
turned around and left the house as quietly as I could.

	I walked to the local park and got a drink from the
public drinking fountain, and found a bench under a shade
tree to think about what I had seen.  I found that I was
actually jealous of my mother.  I was picturing the sight of
my mother's big butt with her asshole gaping open and her
puffy vagina wedged between her thick thighs.  I was so
absorbed by what I saw that I had not realized that as
Rosemary lay there playing with her own tits that her big
blue eyes were looking at me and she had been smiling.
When I pictured her blue eyes and the smile on her face, I
felt a rush of sexual excitement.  Was she really smiling at
me?

	I happened to look at my wrist watch and noticed that
it was close to the time I normally get home from school.  I
must have been sitting on the bench for a couple of hours.
As I walked towards home Mrs. Williams pulled her car up
alongside the curb and offered me a lift home.  I thanked her
and continued walking home.  When I entered the house the
two of them were dressed and sitting at the dining table
with coffee mugs in their hands.

	Mom asked me if I wanted a snack and something to
drink.  I thanked her and said that I was fine.  When I looked
at Rosemary, she smiled at me and winked.  I felt an itch
inside my vagina.  I had a hard time going to sleep that night
and had to resort to masturbating myself to sleep.  As they
say I was preoccupied with impure thoughts for several
days.  I couldn't get Rosemary out of my mind for days.

	I told my mother that I needed to go to the library to
do some research for a school paper I needed to write.  Then
I walked to Rosemary's home.  I almost ran after I knocked
on her door because I felt guilty about why I was there.
When the door opened and Rosemary was standing there in
an olive-green cotton jersey tank top dress that only went
down to mid-thigh.  The material clung to her body's curves
and the shape of her nipples were visible.  It was obvious
that the dress was all she was wearing, as if she had slipped
it on to answer the door.

	As soon as she saw me, she invited me in with: "Cathy,
what took you so long?  I expected to see you much
sooner!"

	I was puzzled, why would she expect me to come
sooner?

	She stepped back and allowed me to enter her home.
As I walked past her, she placed her hand around my waist
and guided me to her family room in the back of the house.
I could smell her Black Opium perfume as we walked.  The
air conditioner made the family room comfortably cool.  I
looked around in hopes of seeing additional items of
clothing.  Not seeing any forced me to believe that
Rosemary had not been in this room when I knocked on her
door.  I was excited because she had obviously seen me
watching my mother sucking her pussy.  I wondered why she
expected me to come to her place sooner.

	She directed me to have a seat on a leather love seat
that was made of quality leather in thick demand tuck that
forced two occupants to be very cosey.  Rosemary placed
her left arm around my shoulders and turned her upper
body slightly towards me and she said in a soft voice: "I
assumed that you would want to talk to me about what your
mother and I were doing the other day."

	"I know what she was doing!  How long have the two
of you been doing that?"

	Rosemary smiled: "That is a question you should ask
your mother.  I can tell you that I have been a lesbian ever
since I found out about sex as a preteen.  I married young to
appear like I was straight.  A divorced woman is not looked
upon the same way as a woman that had never been
married and only had women friends."

	"When did you know that you were a lesbian?"

	"Oh, I had played those childish games as a girl like;
doctor patent and spin the bottle.  I experimented with both
heterosexism and lesbianism as a young teenager before I
met an older woman when I was a freshman in high school.
I was seeing her almost daily for a year before I admitted to
myself that I was a lesbian.  The problem was that I felt
ashamed of myself and tried to live a lie for years.  I am
happier now that I have accepted myself for who I am."

	"Is my mother a lesbian?"

	"Cathy, I can safely say that your mother is a bisexual!
She does love you father, but she has some desires that she
can only satisfy with another woman.  Can I ask you if you
have ever had sex with another girl?"

	I paused before answering that question.  "I played
the same kind of games as you when I was younger and I did
some necking and ate some pussies at some pajama parties
for a couple of years, because my parents wouldn't let me
date boys.  I have been with a couple of guys and sucked
their cocks because I didn't want to give up my virginity to
guys' I wasn't that interested in."

	Rosemary used her right hand to turn my head
towards her and she kissed me on the mouth.  I didn't resist.
Then she forced her tongue into my mouth, with her cheek
pressed against my nose.  When she sucked the air out of
my lungs, I felt faint before she exhaled into my mouth filling
my lungs with air from her own lungs.  She was in effect
breathing for me.  It made me dizzy.

	I was emboldened enough to reach across my body
and place my left hand on her left tit.  (I would have
preferred to use my right hand but that was trapped
between our bodies.)  Feeling her tit confirmed that there
was no bra under the thin jersey material.  Her stiff nipple
was poking the palm of my hand.  Her breast felt soft in my
hand as I squeezed it.  There was a marked difference in her
breathing.  Rosemary used her right hand to grasp my own
breast and squeezed it firmly.

	She asked "Can I make love to you?"

	My voice broke when I said: "Yes!"

	I was wearing the clothes that I had worn to school
that day, that consisted of a white blouse with a gold crucifix
resting between my breasts, a pleated skirt that I had just
about outgrown, the hem was well above my knees.  I was
wearing white ballerina flats, and my low-rise white panties
were ripe enough from having been in them for eight-hours.
The conversation and foreplay had my vagina flowing
enough to make my panties sopping wet.  She was still
kissing me when she placed her hand on my right inner
thigh.  It caused the muscles in my upper leg to ripple.  I was
breathing hard into her mouth as her hand slid up my inner
thigh to my wet panties.  She pulled the crotch of my panties
aside and placed her fingers on my pussy.  I had never
shaved my vulva because I looked upon the hair as proof
that I was an adult.  She tugged on a few strands of hair and
whispered: "We will have to trim some of this!  I don't like
getting hairs caught between my teeth or caught on the
back of my tongue where I can't swallow it or cough it out."
She slipped a finger into the wet valley between my labia
and stroked me.  When her finger bumped into my clitoris it
felt like an electrical shock.  She masturbated me until I had
a squirting orgasm.

	While I was recovering, she unbuttoned my blouse
and pulled it out of my skirt.  I was wearing a full slip as well
as a B-cup bra that was padded to give the illusion that I had
bigger breasts.  Rosemary had me stand up so that she could
remove my clothes.  She unfastened my skirt and pulled it
down to allow me to step out of it.  She had to pull the slip
over my head.  She unhooked the bra and I pulled my arms
out of the straps.  I stepped out of my flats as she pulled my
panties down my legs.  My clothes were tossed into a
recliner and I was allowed to sit back down.  It felt strange
sitting on the leather with a bare bottom.  Rosemary hugged
me and started running her hands all over my body.

	She eventually stood up and reached down and took
hold of the hem of her dress and pulled the jersey dress up
and over her head and tossed it onto the chair where my
clothes were.  She was totally naked as she stood in front of
me.  I was impressed with her large breasts but my eyes
were drawn to her crotch.  Her vulva was bald and smooth
as a baby's bottom.  Her adult pussy had her labia minora
lips dangling beyond her labia majora.

	At that point she knelt between my legs, and placed
her hands on my knees.  She leaned forward and kissed my
hairy vulva.  She did things with her mouth and tongue that
thrilled me and soon had me experiencing a second orgasm.
I was left exhausted for a few moments.  When I recovered, I
had an overwhelming desire to find out what Rosemary's
pussy would taste like.

	I did my best to pull her up, but she had to stand up
on her own.  She sat back down on the loveseat next to me.
I used both hands to mold and massage her breasts and
sucked on them like a hungry animal.  When I was ready to
find out what she tasted like I slid off the loveseat and knelt
between her legs as she had done to me.  When I was close
enough to smell her pussy, I couldn't help thinking about my
mother smelling her pussy before she did what I was about
to do.  I studied her pussy as if I was committing every
wrinkle to memory.  I used my tongue and nose to stimulate
her clitoris until she had an orgasm.  We wallowed in our
feelings until I had to think about going home.

	I got dressed and washed my face and hands.  It
wouldn't do for Mother to smell Rosemary's pussy on my
face and hands.  The one thing I didn't think about was her
perfume because I had gotten used to it.  I was unaware that
my body and clothes had absorbed her fragrance.  When I
got home and walked past Mother, she asked: "Is that Black
Opium you're wearing?"

	I almost panicked: "It must be Rosemary's because I
stopped by her home after I was at the library."  I hoped
that would end the discussion.  I made a mental note to
myself that the next time I visited Rosemary's home to bring
a bottle of my own perfume to spray on myself to mask any
lingering fragrance before going home.

	It was inevitable that Mother would find out I was
seeing Rosemary.  She accepted it rather well.  She wasn't
mad at Rosemary for cheating on her or seducing her
daughter.  She even compared her feelings about sex with
me.  I was free of any guilt about deceiving my mother and I
was having the time of my life.

	One day I was at the mall in town buying a matching
bra and panties in a sexy black lace to show off for Rosemary
and Mother.  After I paid for them with my debit card I
almost backed into Mrs. Williams.  She said: "I thought it
was you.  Can I buy you a Coke?"

	I couldn't refuse her offer, because she would gossip
with the neighbors about the underwear that I bought, so I
accepted.  She bought us cokes at McDonalds and we drank
them while we watched people walking by.  She offered to
drive me home.  Again, I felt that I had to accept.  We
walked to her car in the parking lot.  As soon as we were on
the street she reached over and placed her hand on my
thigh.  She asked me if I would like to keep her company
because her husband was going fishing with his buddy for
the weekend.  I instantly realized that she was hitting on me.

	Mrs. Williams' youngest son was away at college, so
there was just her and her husband in their home.  I found
the idea that she was hitting on me interesting.  I told her
that I would have to call my mother and ask permission.  I
retrieved my cell phone and called home.  I told Mom that I
had met Mrs. Williams at the mall and she has asked me to
keep her company this weekend.  Mom asked me if she was
hitting on me.  I said: "As we're talking."   Mom told me: "Go
for it if you like!"  I told Mrs. Williams that it was okay with
my mother and hung up the call.

	Mrs. Williams gave my inner thigh a squeeze.  It sent
that familiar tingle through my body.  I responded by pacing
my own hand on Mrs. Williams's inner thigh and moving my
hand under the skirt of her dress and close to the warmth of
her crotch and squeezed the soft flesh.

	She said: "Cathy, please call me by my given name
Stacie.

	She could have stopped me at any time but she only
smiled when my hand reached the warmth of her warm
panties.

	She said: "I suspected that you were a good girl when
I saw the lingerie you were buying."  She also slid her hand
up my leg without taking her eyes off the road.  When her
hand reached my crotch, she pulled my panties aside and
stuffed her finger into my pussy.  She diddled me all the way
to her home.  We made our way into her home and we
started kissing each other.  She led straight to her bedroom.

	As she started undressing me, I asked: "Does Mother
know that you like pussy?"

	Stacie looked as if I had slapped her: "Your mother
doesn't need to know about what takes place between the
two id us."

	I decided to not press the subject.  I was out of my
school clothes almost as quickly as she shed her dress, slip,
bra, and panties.  She left her garter-belt on and attached to
her nylons.  She also left her four-inch stiletto pumps on.
They did add to the erotic affect.  She pulled back the
bedding so that we could lay on the clean fitted sheet.  She
allowed me to mount the bed first.  As I placed a knee on
the bed to crawl to the middle of the bed Stacie took hold of
my hips and stopped me as she stuck her nose into the
valley and smelled my asshole.  That was a new thrill for me.
She licked my puffy vulva and asshole with everything she
had.  She stuck two fingers into my vagina and masturbated
me while she tongued my asshole until I had an orgasm that
caused me to collapse on the bed.  Stacie lay on top of me
and pulled my hair aside and kissed my neck.

	When she eventually rolled off of me and she pulled
me around so that we were laying lengthwise on the bed
with our heads resting on the pillows.  Now it my turn to
have sex with a woman much older than my own mother.
The weight she had gained over years made her body softer
and more comfortable.  Her breasts were bigger than mom's
but they sagged more.  Her areolas were about three inches
in diameter and almost brown in color.  She told me that
they had gotten larger and darker when she had her first
child and she missed nursing.   I obliged her by sucking on
her tits like a baby until they became sore and she pleaded
for me to stop.

	When I went down on her I discovered that even
though she didn't trim her hair there was not a lot of hair
but some did trickle down the crease of her legs and would
be visible beyond her panty line.  Her vagina was very moist
and pungent smelling.  When I spread her labia, I found that
her clitoris was larger than a red bean.  I was able to suck it
between my lips and suck on it like it was a nipple until she
started bucking her butt off of the bed and howled that she
was cumming.  She grabbed my head and smashed my face
against her pussy.  After some kissing and resting I had to
get off again.

	I stood up and turned around as I straddled her head
and squatted onto her face.  I started grinding my cunt and
asshole up and down against her face.  I demanded that she
use her tongue to make me cum. We spent the weekend
almost constantly naked.  I lost count of the number of
orgasms we had.  When the weekend was coming to an end
we bathed together and got cleaned up before she took me
home.  When she walked me to the door mother insisted
that she come in for a cup of coffee while I got ready for
bed.

	Later Mom told me that she thanked Stacie for being
so kind to me and hugged and kissed her on the mouth with
tongue.  Stacie was so flustered that she had to excuse
herself and leave.

	Rosemary picked me up after school the next day and
took me home with her.  As soon as we were undressed.  I
told her about spending the weekend with Mrs. Williams
and what took place.  Rosemary was excited by the story,
and after kissing me, she asked me: "Would you allow me to
hot wax your crotch or would you prefer to be shaved?"

	I had never heard of hot waxing before.  "What is hot
waxing?"

	Rosemary explained: "Hot waxing is the application of
wax that is hot enough to be applied to the area with a
wood or plastic stick and then pressing a cloth to the wax
until it sticks and then jerking it off.  That pulls the hairs out
by the roots.  It is painful but the shin is very smooth and the
hairs grow back softer.  When you shave the hair, the
stubble feels like the beard on a man's face.  You have to
shave more often."

	The idea of having the hair pulled out sounded very
painful but if that was the way Rosemary did it, I would
allow her to do it to me.  She placed a towel on her favorite
chair and she plugged a heater plate into a socket and
placed the bowl of honey wax on the plate.  She had several
narrow strips of cloth handy and she used a plastic stick that
looked like a tongue depressor.  She had me recline the chair
and drape my legs over the arms of the chair.  Then she
picked up the bowl and spooned up a generous amount of
the wax on the applicator and spread it on my vulva near the
crease of my left leg.  The wax was hot enough to be a little
painful.  Then she pressed a strip of cloth against the wax
and peeled back the bitter end and grasped it firmly and
gave it a quick jerk.  The pain was intense and I screamed
and slapped her face.  "THAT HURT!!!"

	"I know it does but it will feel like a baby bottom
when we are done."

	I screamed every time she yanked the cloth off.  There
were some drops of blood that had to be wiped off.  The
skin was inflamed but it was very smooth.  Rosemary made
it feel better by licking my vulva until I had an orgasm.  The
pain was almost history by the time I got home.

	When I was getting ready for bed Mom came into the
bathroom while I was in the tub.  When I flipped the lever to
empty the tub and stood up to dry myself Mom saw my
pussy.  She laughed!  "I see Rosemary talked you into hot
waxing.  You are braver than I am if you chose to keep
Waxing!"

	"That is something I will have to think about very
seriously."

	Mom asked: "I take it that you have had sex with
Rosemary!  What do you feel about her?"

	"Mom I know that the two of you have been having
sex with each other for a long time.  A few weeks ago, I
came home from school early and saw you making love to
her in the family room.  I was jealous of you.  The day I said I
was going to the library I was actually visiting Rosemary.
She taught me about lesbian sex.  That was why I smelled of
her perfume.  I think I am in love with her."

	Mom hugged me and said: "I suspected that was what
happened.  You will have many romances before you are
grown. How do you feel about us shave Rosemary for a
while?"

	I smiled: "I guess you so have first rights to her.  Are
we going to have alternate days or are we going to do her at
the same time?"

	Mom said: "Don't be rude!  Let's call her to come over
and discuss t it her."

	"Okay"

	Mom called Rosemary and invited her to come over
without mentioning what was on her mind.  She was not
expecting to see me when she arrived?  The three of us
made our way to the family room.  Mom had red wine at
room temperature and glasses ready.  As we sat together on
the sectional couch Rosemary asked: "What are you up to?"

	Mom poured the wine for three.  "Cathy and I have
agreed to share you!  How to you feel about the prospect of
fucking mother and daughter?"

	Rosemary sat back and took a sip from her glass.  "I
don't know how I feel about that.  I don't want to come
between the two if you.  Do you think it will work?"

	Mom said: "Why don't we try it and see how it goes?"

	We undressed each other and one we were naked we
sat there with Rosemary between us and we masturbated
each other.  When Rosemary turned towards Mother and
started sucking her tits, I started licking Rosemary's butt.
When she ate Mom's cunt, I was rimming her asshole.
There was some shuffling around foe me to sit on the arm of
the couch to allow Rosemary to eat my cunt.  Mom lay on
her back under Rosemary's cunt and ate her pussy as the
woman sat on her face.  All in all, our first three-way went
rather well.

	It didn't take long before Mrs. Williams and the other
housewives to start gossiping about all of the time the three
of us spent together.  Mrs. Williams was the first to
approach us to be included.  The morning coffee clutch
became much more interesting.



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