Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2022 21:39:51 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Chasing Fallen Woman (Lesbian / 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 girls and women discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage girl and adult females.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                Chasing Fallen Woman
                       By
                      Jan

	My mother is a very religious woman and
belongs to a very conservative religion that takes
every word in the revised King James Bible literally.
She belongs to a clutch of ladies from her church
that gathered in her kitchen to play a card game of
hearts and to gossip about everyone they know and
condemn anyone they feel are not living the virtuous
life according to their point of view.

	I was a rebellious blue-eyed blonde that had
finally gotten to cut off my two pigtails and have my
hair styled.  I had just turned twelve-years-old and
puberty had set in.  My period was not regular and I
suffered with migraine headaches and my 32-B sized
breasts were sore.  I lay in bed feeling my tits and
rubbing my crotch.  I occasionally get caught by my
mother and suffer her pious lectures and even be
paddled for my wicked behavior.

	I heard my mother and her friends talking
about the woman that had moved back into her
parent's home located on the corner property at the
end of the block.  The front of the house was on 8th
street facing south and the garage's entrance was on
the same street as our east facing home on Apple
Street.  They talked about her with venomous tones.
They accused her of all manner of inequities, but
none of them had actually witnessed her doing
anything more sinful than hugging and kissing her
lady friends, but according to my mother and her
coffee clutch she was a sinful lesbian.

	I had over-herd classmates talking about
teachers and female students suspected of being
lesbians.  I didn't know who to talk to, so I did some
reading in the public library and on my computer.
There was something about the subject that
fascinated me.  The descriptions of the activities of
lesbians stimulated.  I found myself masturbating
thinking about what I read about the descriptions of
women making love to each other.  I began to
fantasize about the woman they talked about.

	I began to plot ways to meet that woman.  I
couldn't walk up to her door during the day because
I would be seen.  I had to come up with a way to
meet her at night.  I struggled with my thoughts for
several weeks.  Then one evening I was in town on
foot and I recognized her l parked in the parking lot
behind the local shopping strip.  My heart quickened
as I went around to the front and approached the
little mom and pop grocery store.  I saw her standing
in front of the news and periodical section looking at
the magazines.  I returned to the back of the store
knowing that she might exit the store from the
front or the back.  I didn't have to wait long before
she came out of the back door.

	I approached her and asked: "Excuse me, may I
talk to you Miss Mayfield?"

	She looked at me and asked: "Do I know you?"

	I said: "My family lives on Apple Street five
houses south of your home.  It is a yellow house with
green trim.  My name is Brinda Weaver."

	She looked at me and said: "I recognize you.
You are the daughter of the woman that hosts the
local ladies for the morning coffee clutches and card
games."

	"Yes"

	"What can I do for you, Honey?"  As she slowly
continued walking towards her car.

	I walked alongside her as I said: "I would like
to ask you some personal questions."

	"This sounds serious, maybe we should continue
this discussion on the privacy of my car."  As she
used her remote to unlock the doors of her car.  She
opened the passenger door and tossed the plastic
bag containing her purchases into the back seat and
stepped back to allow me to enter the passenger
side before she walked around to the driver's side
of the car.

	Once she was behind the steering wheel and
the door was closed, she asked: "What is on your
mind that you have to ask me?"

	Now that I was in her presence it was difficult
for me to put into words what I wanted to ask her.
I told her: "I don't know how to ask you what I want
to ask you.  I better explain about my problem and
why I came to you, rather than ask my mother."

	She turned sideways in the drivers' seat to
face me and said: "This sounds very serious, tell me
about your problem?"

	"I better explain why I can't discuss my
problem with my mother or any of her friends.  My
mother and her friends are very self-righteous and
condemn anything they consider sinful.  If I were to
tell them how much that I want to have sex with
girls and women, they would force me to confess my
depraved desires publicly during church services and
force me to undergo reeducation programming.  I
would like to find out if I am a lesbian."

	She gave me a strange look and asked: "Why
are you coming to me for answers?"

	"My mother and her friends are always
gossiping about you must be a lesbian.  From what I
can tell everything they say is hearsay.  None of
them have any first-hand knowledge of you actually
doing any of the things they accuse you of doing.  I
was hoping that they were true and you would help
me discover if I am a lesbian."

	She said: "I should be angry with you for
assuming that I am a lesbian!  Even if I am!  If you
really want to find out what lesbianism is all about, I
can show you."

	"Yes, please"

	"Okay, you might as well call me by my given
name.  My name is Cathy." With that, she pulled out
her cell phone and made a call.  After the greeting
she said that she had a neighborhood girl that wants
to find out about lesbian sex is all about and she
can't be seen entering my house...Thanks, we will be
there in a few minutes."

	She put her phone back in her pocket and
started her car.  She drove us to the part of town
where the apartment buildings were located and
parked in the lot next to a two-story building.  We
entered the building and I noticed at least 30
mailboxes, as she led me up the stairs to the second
floor.  When we reached the door with 214 on the
door, she tapped on the door with her fingernails.  I
was overwhelmed by the sight of the woman that
opened the door.

	She was a redhead that was more than six-
feet tall and was a full-figured woman.  When she
invited us to enter, Cathy introduced me to her
friend Roberta.  Roberta in turn introduced me to
her daughter, Iris.

	Iris turned out to be a year older than me.
She was a smaller and younger version of her
mother.  She attended a different grammar school,
but in the fall, I would be attending the same junior
high school that she was attending.

	Roberta said: "Iris and I will be going to the
movies so the two of you can have the apartment to
yourselves."

	As soon as Roberta and Iris left the
apartment.  I was almost petrified with fear
because I didn't know what to expect.  Cathy
assured me that I would enjoy what we were going to
do to each other.  She told me about how she had
been a popular girl in school, but she didn't really
enjoy the having sex with her male classmates
because very few were willing to eat her pussy and
all of them had their orgasms before her.  She
rarely enjoyed an orgasm with them.  Then she told
me that she went to a party with a guy she was
dating at the time and as the party was coming to an
end he passed out.  That was when the hostess
helped me put him to bed to sleep it off.  Then the
hostess invited me to spend the night since my date
was in no shape to drive me home.  Why don't you
spend the night with me?"  Cathy felt comfortable
with the woman because she was the motherly type
of woman.  She was about the same age as my
mother, a little overweight with dirty blonde hair
and blue eyes.  She ushered Cathy to her bedroom.
She sure did not expect the woman to help her get
undressed and get in bed with her naked.  It came as
a big surprise when the woman went down on her and
ate her pussy until she had three orgasms.  She even
tongue fucked Cathy's ass until she came again.
Cathy told me that converted that night.  While
Cathy was telling me her story, she had one arm
around my shoulders and her other hand was on my
right thigh.

	She kissed me with more passion than I had
ever kissed before.  She moved her right and up to
my chest and started feeling my breasts and started
to open my blouse.  It became a blur as she
undressed me.  She even managed to remove her own
clothes and she sat me on her lap and while she was
kissing me with tongue, she was feeling my body.
The touch of her fingers felt like ants were walking
all over my body sending shivers all over my body.
My nipples were hard by the time she started
sucking on them.  At the same time, she placed her
right hand on the inside of my right on the soft
inner thigh of my tight leg and squeezed the flesh.
My pussy was dripping before her hand reached my
crotch.  She masturbated me until I had two
orgasms.

	It embarrassed me when she smelled her
fingers and sucked on her fingers.  She had a
mischievous grin as she waved her fingers under my
nose and stuck her fingers into my mouth.  When she
withdrew her fingers from my mouth, she laid me on
the couch next to her with my legs on either side of
her body.  She crouched over my body and placed
her hands on my thighs before she started kissing
and nibbling on my inner thighs as she slowly worked
her way closer to my pussy.  I couldn't stand it any
longer, so I grabbed her head and forced her to eat
my pussy.  I was so excited that I was slapping her
ears with my thighs as I had an orgasm that caused
my body to quiver.

	When I recovered, she asked: "How do feel
about sex with older women now?"

	"I am convinced!  I want to see you every
chance I can!"

	She told me that we take a bath together, so
that I wouldn't smell of pussy when you get home.
We bathed and were dressed by time Roberta and
Iris returned home.

	When they got home, we discussed using their
home anytime we wanted.  They encouraged Iris and
me to become friends, so that we would have a
reason to visit each other.  When Cathy and I said
our goodbyes, she drove me home.  She dropped me
off a couple of blocks from home so that none of our
neighbors would see me getting out of Cathy's car.

	After school let out for the summer I spent as
much time with Cathy as I could manage.  I told my
mother that I had met a girl at the high school
tennis court that was a year older than me, and I
would be attending the same junior high school as
her this fall.  I told her that her name was Iris and
she was tall for her age and a redhead.  Mom was
happy that I had made a new friend and asked me to
bring her home to introduce Iris to my mother.

	I got my mother's permission to invite them to
dinner, before I made a call to Roberta and invited
her to bring Iris to our home to meet my parents.
The following day Roberta brought Iris to our house.

	My mother was duly impressed by the tall
redheaded woman and her daughter.  They had a
pleasant conversation after the meal and mother was
happy to allow me to develop a friendship with Iris
and her mother.  I thought it wise to invite Iris to
spend the night at our house first.  We had a good
time listening to music and dancing with each other.
When it was bedtime, we shared my bed and after
Mom checked on us, we masturbated each other
until we both had orgasms.  We did our best to keep
it quiet.  We eventually did fall asleep, but She woke
me up shortly after 3:00 am eating my pussy.  At
least at that time of morning the noise we were
making would not disturb my parents.  We made a
date for me to have a sleepover with Iris the
following weekend.

	Mom insisted on driving me to their apartment
building.  I'm sure that my mother was not impressed
with their furnished apartment, but she told them
how nice their place was. After Mom left, Roberta
excised herself and left to let us have the place to
ourselves.  We wasted no time getting undressed and
checking each other's bodies.  Iris was only ten
months older than me, but physically she was much
older than me.  She was as tall as my mother and her
figure was more mature.  She had 34-C sized
breasts and she was developing a shapely figure to
go along with her long legs.  I was fascinated by her
pale skin that was almost translucent.  She seemed
to be just as fascinated by my youthful undeveloped
twelve-year body.  At the time I didn't even have
hair on my vulva, where she had a thick brick red
bush.  It was somehow exciting to have the run of
the apartment in the nude.  We took turns sitting
down to allow each other to inspect each other's
vaginas.  For me it was the first time I had the
opportunity to get an up close and personal look at a
pussy.  Of course, that led to the two of us sucking
each other's pussy.

	When Roberta returned and opened the door, I
almost panicked when she entered.  My panic
subsided when she smiled and said: 'I see that the
two of you have been enjoying yourselves.  What
would you say about me joining the two of you?"

	Iris and I looked at each other and giggled.
We took her by the hand and led her to her own
bedroom and the two of us helped her get
undressed.  The three of us stripped the bed down
to the fitted sheet before the three of us mounted
the bed.  I was thrilled to have the opportunity have
sex with two females at the same time.  I was on
Roberta's right side and her daughter was on the
other side and we were both sucking on her big tits.
I was also playing her pussy at the same time,

	When Roberta recovered from her orgasm, she
wanted to suck my pussy.  She laid me on my back
and knelt between my legs and started sucking on my
pussy.  While she was sucking on my cunt, Iris was
not about to be felt out of the action and she sat on
my face and proceeded to hump my face.  She was
rubbing her pussy and her asshole against my face
from my forehead past my nose to my chin.  We
spent most of the night pleasing each other.

	We even called Cathy to come over to party
with us.


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