Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2023 12:39:47 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Cathy's Second Love (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/FF)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/FF

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 Second 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 my 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 laundry.  They would sit around drinking
coffee, gossiping, and playing cards.  Mom was particularly
close to one neighbor.  That 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.

	I did find it strange that my mother and her were
friends.  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 thirties but 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 did.

	All-of the other housewives felt threatened by her.
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 and headed to the kitchen to get
something to drink and as I passed the living 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
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 had seen that it took me a little time to
realize 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 eye 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 git 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 told her that I had gotten sick at
school, all I wanted was something to drink to settle my
stomach.  She took a can of 7-up from the fridge and gave it
to me.  When I looked at Rosemary, she smiled at me with
one side of her face.  I was confused by the strange itch
between my legs.  Apparently, Rosemary hadn't mentioned
to my mother that she had seen me earlier in the day while
Mom had been sucking her pussy.

	I had a hard time going to sleep that night and had to
resort to masturbating myself to get to sleep.  As they say I
was preoccupied with impure thoughts for several days.  I
couldn't get Rosemary out of my mind.

	I told my mother that I needed to go to the library to
research 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 was so nervous.  When the door opened and
Rosemary was standing there in an orange cotton jersey
tank top dress that only covered the upper portion of her-
thighs.  The material clung to her body's curves and the
shape of her nipples showed through the material.  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 on her body as we
walked.  The air conditioner made the family room
comfortably cool.  I looked around because this was the first
time I had even been in her home and I was checking out
everything in the room.  I was excited and nervous because I
didn't know how to bring up the subject of the sex that I had
seen between her and my mother.  It was obvious that she
had seen me looking at them while my mother had been
sucking her pussy, and I wondered why she expected me to
come to her home sooner.

	She directed me to have a seat on a love seat that was
made of a quality material in thick demand that forced two
occupants to be very close.  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 a man to
give the appearance that 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
heterosexual 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 more than a
decade.  I am happier now that I have accepted 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 the question.  "I played the
same kind of games as a young girl and I did some necking
and ate some pussies at some pajama parties for a couple of
years, because my parents won'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 them either."

	Rosemary used her right hand to turn my head
towards her and she kissed me on the mouth.  I didn't resist.
Then she forested 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 affect breathing.  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 hadworn 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
bout 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 at least for 10-
hours.  The conversation and foreplay had my vagina flowing
enough to make them sopping wet.  She was still kissing me
when she placed her hand on my right inner thigh, and 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 finger on my pussy.  I had never shaved
my vulva because I looked upon the hair as proof that I was
an adult woman.  She tugged on a few strands of hair and
whispered: "We will have to trim some of this later!  I don't
like getting hairs caught between my teeth or caught on the
back of my tongue where you 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 sized breasts.  Rosemary had me stand up so that she
could remove my clothes.  She unfastened my dress and
pulled it down to allow me to step out of it.  She had to pull
the slip over my head.  She unhooked the bar and I pulled
my arms out of the straps.  I stepped out of my flats as she
pulled my panties down the legs.  My clothes were tossed
onto a recliner and I was allowed to sit back down.  It felt
strange with my bare bottom sitting on the thick wool fabric.
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 I had suspected as
she stood in front of me.  I was impressed with her large
breasts, but my eyes were drawn to her crotch.  Her pubic
hair was shaved into a little triangle no more than two
inches across the top and the hairs were trimmed to an even
half inch.  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 strong orgasm.  I was left exhausted for a few
moments.  When I recovered, I had an overwhelming desire
to find out what Rosemary's pussy tasted 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 just 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 clothes had absorbed her fragrance.  When I walked past
my mother, 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 net time to bring a bottle of my own
perfume to spray on myself to mask any lingering fragrance
before going home.

	Rosemary and I found ways to be together as often as
we could.  On holidays or summer vacation while Mom was
at the homes of her morning coffee club clutch of hens, I
would be at Rosemary's home.  We had a great time and we
would make love to each other.  It was exciting to have sex
with an older woman.  Her mature beasts were fascinating
to me, and I wanted to know everything about her pussy.  I
studied every fold of her flesh.  I knew that she has a brown
mole right on the edge of her left labia majora and the her
that her clitoris was about the size of an aspirin pill and it
was partially hooded by the skin that was where her labia
minora that protected her urethra and vagina.  Where the
labia joined to become her perineum that formed a seam
between the vagina and anus.  I even became fascinated
with her anus.  I masturbated her ass while eating her pussy.
She taught me everything she knew about making love to a
woman.  After we had given each other one or more
orgasms we had a few minutes to talk about things before I
would have to bathe and get dressed to return home before
Mother would get home.

	It was inevitable that Mother would find out I was
seeing Rosemary.  She accepted it with graceful acceptance.
She wasn't mad at Rosemary for cheating on her or seducing
her daughter.  She even had a long discussion with me about
her feelings about sex with women.  I was having the time of
my life.  I was free to sleepover at Rosemary's on weekends.

	One day I was at the mall in town buying a matching
bra and panties in a sexy black lace to show off to 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 soft drink?"

	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 McDonald's within the
mall 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.  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 called my mother and ask permission.  I
retrieved my cell phone and call 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 to go
for it if I liked.  I told Mrs. Williams that it was okay with my
mother and hung up the call.

	Mrs. Williams gave my inner thigh another squeeze.  It
sent that familiar tingle through my body.  I responded by
pacing my own hand in Mrs. Williams's right thigh.  She said:
"Cathy, please call me by my given name is Stacie.

	As I slipped my hand under her dress she pushed it up
her leg.  She could have stopped me at any time but she only
smiled when my hand reached 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, as we made our way to her bedroom.

	Stacie was an interesting woman, she was five-foot
six-inches tall, brunette with graying temples, gray eyes.  She
had a slender body that looked frail, but she was stronger
than she looked.  She was the alfa personality in her
household.  She took control of me like a Catholic Mother
Superior controls novice nuns.

	She sat on her vanity chair in front of her makeup
dresser and directed him to undress.  She told me which
item to remove until I was standing in front of her
completely naked.  My breasts almost filled a C cup by that
time.  My figure had blossomed somewhat.  Rosemary had
given my pubic bush a bikini trim.  Stacie asked: "Who is
responsible for the hair cut?"

	I ran my fingers through hair and spread my labia
open for her benefit, and said: "The first woman that made
love to me!  (Without giving a name.)  She reached out and
ran a finger through the valley of my cunt.  When her
fingertip touched my clit, I had a sexual quivering reaction.
He finer fucked me until I had an orgasm.  When she
removed her finger, she held her finger under her nose and
smelled it, like someone smelling the cork of a fine wine.
Then she licked her finger and sucked on it.

	Stacie stood up and simply stated: "Take my clothes
off of me slowly!"

	I proceeded to unzip the back of her dress and pull the
dress free of her arms and pulled it down over her hips and
held it so that she could step out of it.  Her slip was held up
by sagittate straps, and I pulled them off her shoulders and
pulled it down for her to step out of it as well.  She was
wearing a matching lavender bra and panties.  When I
unhooked the bra and pulled it free of her tits.  They were
pretty-big but they sagged and rested on her ribcage.  I
noticed that the crotch of her sexy panties was stained as
she started to pull them down.  I got a look at her pussy
before she stepped out of them.  She didn't have a lot of
pubic hair but she didn't shave it and she had hairs running
down the insides of her inner thighs.  She did leave her
nylons on but removed her shoes because she didn't want
her heels poking holes in her sheets.  She pulled me onto the
bed next to her and arranged me the way she wanted me.

	I laid there because I wanted to find out what she
wanted to do.  She laid part of her body on top of me and
started kissing me while she was feeling my breasts.  She
wrapped her legs around my right thigh and moved her
hand down my body to my crotch.  She stroked my crotch
and worked her finger into the crack of my pussy.  She
rubbed my clit until Iwas breathing hard and getting turned
on.  She eventually probed the depths of my vagina and
discovered that I was a virgin.  She loved down my body and
proceeded to eat my pussy until I had an orgasm, and she
lapped up the fluid that leaked out of my cunt.

	I assumed that she would want me to do the same to
her, but she surprised me by turning me over onto my belly
and she smelled  my ass and licked my asshole.  I couldn't
believe the feelings she was inducing in me.  I even had
another orgasm.  Once I had calmed down, Stacie moved
back up the bed to lay beside me.

	It was my turn to set about pleasing her.  Her breasts
were soft and I sucked on her nipples for several minutes.
Stacie was the one to place her hand on my head and push
downward to let me know that she wanted me to go down
on her.

	I moved down her body to her crotch and I enjoyed
the smell of her cunt and I pressed my face against her pussy
and licked on her hairy flesh until I worked my tongue int
the folds of her flesh and tasted her moist flesh.  I tongue
fucked her and used my fingers to finger fuck her asshole
until she had an orgasm.  As much as I enjoyed having sex
with her, I had to get dressed and return home.

	I wondered why my mother had encouraged me to
have sex with Mrs. Williams when I talked to her on the
phone, and I wondered if Rosemary would be jealous if she
knew I had been having sex with Mrs. Williams.

	When I got home, I confronted Mother with the
question: "When I called you and told you that I was with
Mrs. Williams, you asked if she was hitting on me, you told
me to go for it.  Why did you say that?"

	Mom said: "I have known that you and Rosemary
have been having sex with each other from the first night
you came home smelling of her favorite perfume.  I know
that Mrs. Williams is a horny old bitch, and would make a
pass at you the first chance she got.  When Rosemary finds
out that you had sex with Stacie, she will be jealous as hell.
It will do her some good to find out that you will not be her
sex slave.


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