Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 23:17:48 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Comptom Coworker (Lesbian / Interracial, Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/fF) Interracial, Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/fF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between teens and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. It is the property of the author and cannot be reproduced or distributed without specific consent of the authors. This work is Copyrighted. All Rights Reserved. It is written for your enjoyment only. This story is about the love between two teenage girls and a woman and is fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Compton Coworker By Jan I grew up in a town south of Los Angeles on the old Red Car line. At the time I was growing up the Red Cars were out of servace. The Town of Compton had been segregated east of the Red Car Line was white and the west of the line was black. Even though there was a law against redlining, in truth it was still being practiced. My parents bought a home on the east side because it was close to the truck yard my father drove his big rig truck out of, and my mother was a registered nurse who worked for the local hospital. My other worked shifts and my father was on the road three to four days at a time, so I was taught to look after myself from a young age. I was responsible to get myself up for school. I was taught how to make my bed with hospital folds before I went to school. I made my own breakfasts. When I was a sophomore in high school on the east side, I got a job working for Sears and Roebuck department store located right on the northern border between Compton and South Gate on Long Beach Boulevard. Long Beach Blvd. It was one of the major arteries running north and south from Los Angeles to Long Beach Coastal City. By the time I was growing up the boulevard was lined with car dealerships, liquor stores, motels, and businesses that prosed as physic establishments but in truth were houses of prestation. I went to the high school on the east side. I rode the local bus to and from work. I worked in the Lades apparel section. It was a new and exciting experience to be earning my own spending money. It took me a few weeks to become comfortable working. I eventually began to interact with my fellow employees on brakes and when I was taking my dinner breaks. The older women were nice to me and offered me motherly advice. I avoided interacting with the male employees because I was a little too young to be dating older men. There was a black girl, named Juliet. that worked in the men's apparel section. We could talk to each other if we were in our sections and there were few customers. I introduced myself and told her that my name was Linda. I learned that she was a senior in Compton High School and lived on the west side of the tracks. We often saw each other on the buses we rode to and from work. When I would catch the east bound bus, I would look for her Juliet and sit with her, then we would catch the north bound bus to Sears. One evening while we were in the employees' break room eating dinner, she told me that her aunt's birthday is this Sunday and she invited me to come to the party with her. Juliet told me that the party was for a few of her aunt's closest friends, and there would only be women there. We didn't work on Sundays and Mondays so it was convenient. She made a point to come to my home to accompany me on the bus ride east to the corner where we got off the bus and it was a short walk to the Projects. The projects were public housing built by the city for low-income families. There were four in a row of three-story buildings that had a lot of apartments. (The projects had a bad reputation for crimes and shootings.) That was why Juliet accompanied me to make me feel more comfortable about going to the projects. I was nervous about walking into the area because the young males dressed in gang colors. Juliet let me know that the red bandanas worn on their head were members of the Bloods gang. I did draw a lot of looks because they were not used to seeing platinum blonde teenage girls in their neighborhood. When we entered one of the buildings and we made our way up to the third floor I could smell cooking and stale cigarette smoke. When we got to her aunt's apartment the sound of dance music could be heard. When we entered the apartment, I was struck by the small living room that was filled with a ray haze of cigarette smoke and the furniture was against the walls to make as much room as possible for dancing. There was a large woman that approached us quickly to greet us. She embraced Juliet, kissed her on the mouth and when she turned to face me, she had her left arm around Juliet's waist. She said: "Who is this adorable girl, my dear?" Juliet said: "This is my fellow employee at Sears. Her name is Linda. Linda This is my aunt Margaret." Margaret stuck out her big hand and as she shook my hand, she pulled me close and kissed me on the mouth. She said: "Let's get this girl a drink and introduce her to our other guests." I was over helmed by Margaret's physical appearance and her gregarious personality. She was the picture of a full-bodied woman. She was at least 5-feet 8-inches-tall her skin was the color of caramel and her nappy hair was dyed to a brilliant orange. Her figure was impressive 40-DD, 32, 44, and each of her thighs must have measured at least 26- inches. She was wearing a simple dress that was made of a lightweight material that was so thin that her nipples made a definite impression. The tight skirt was above the knees and it was a bronze color. Her heavy tits put a strain on the T-straps holding up her dress, they looked like they were about to spill over the top of the bodice, and she was bare footed. Juliet grabbed my hand and dragged me to the kitchen where there were several bottles of boos on the small table and a bucket of ice. She put ice into two glasses and filled them with vodka, and 7- up. When we returned to the living room, she introduced me to about twenty women. They were all black and most were as old as her aunt. Margaret quickly grabbed me and started dancing with me. Her big breasts were being pressed against my face, and she was shoving her thick thigh between my legs until I could feel her rubbing her leg against my crotch until I could feel my pussy getting moist. I think I danced with every woman there and it seemed like every one of them had roaming hands. Their right hand spent a lot of time feeling for the crack of my ass. At one point someone put a comedy album on. I had never heard anything like that before. It was titled Rusty Warren Knockers Up and another one Rusty Waren in Orbit. I laughed hysterically at her Jewish humor. Margaret was enjoying my reaction to the humor. I was getting rather drunk by the time the hour was late. I had hardly noticed the other women hugging, kissing, and feeling each other up. The party guests were making their excuses and telling Margaret what a great party it was before leaving. A couple of her close friends remained to help empty ashtrays and carry out the empty bottles. I wasn't much help in my condition. Someone opened the windows to air out the room. At least the cold night air woke me up. When the furniture was moved back into place, I suggested to Juliet about us catching a bus home. Margaret and Juliet would hear about me taking a bus home at that hour and in my condition. They insisted that I stay with them. They assured me that they would feed me in the morning. We went to the bedroom and they turned the bed down and proceeded to take off their clothes. I felt uncomfortable because I wasn't wearing a slip under my dress and hasn't planned on spending the night. I hadn't brought a nightgown. I mentioned to them that I hadn't brought a nightgown. Margaret chuckled: "Honey, we don't need nightgowns because it is too warm!" "We never wear anything in bed!" Juliet said. Margaret unzipped the back of her dress and pulled the T-straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress down over her ample hips and stepped out of the dress. She was completely naked. I got a good-look at her body. Her huge tits sagged onto her ribcage. The large areolas were pointing at the floor and they were as dark brown as her large nipples, and her vulva was covered with a triangle of pubic hairs that looked like tightly wound watch springs. Her hooded clitoris protruded out of her labia majora with the pink clit sticking out like a little penis. She hung the dress on a coat hanger by the straps and the dress over the closet sliding doors. Juliet unzipped her dress and pulled her dress off her arms and stepped out of it and hung it up next to her aunt's dress. She was only wearing lavender hip hugger panties. She was a light brown girl and she also had dark chocolate areolas and nipples perched on pear shaped tits. Her pussy looked like her aunt's, with the watch spring pubic hairs, but her clit was hidden between the folds of her labia majora. I reluctantly began taking off my own dress. I was wearing a full slip, bra, panties, hosiery, and black three-inch heels. I was shy about exposing my body in front of them. I folded my clothes and placed them on top of my shoes. We went to the bathroom to take turns peeing and Margaret gave me a new toothbrush and we brushed our teeth. I wished I had a hair brushed before the three of us returned to the bedroom. They insisted that I sleep between them. I got on the bed and lay on my left side and Juliet got behind me and spooned me as she reached over my body with her right hand and placed her hand on my tit. Margaret got on onto the bed from the other side and lay on her right side facing me. Our faces were so close I could feel and smell her breath on my face. She moved up the bed so that she could lift one of her big tits and wiped my lips with her big nipple until I opened my mouth and allowed her to stick her nipple into my mouth for me to suck on. Margaret ran her left hand down my body to my dark blonde pubic hair covered vulva and masturbated me until I almost cried while having an orgasm. Juliet was busy playing with my nipple until she was stimulating me to the point of either having an orgasm or passing out. Margaret flipped the sheet back and made me lay on my back so that she could spread my legs and she went down on me and she skillfully did things with her mouth that made me actually-peed before I had an orgasm. Even if I had wanted to stop them from seducing me, I couldn't get away because Juliet got up and sat on my face and ground her pussy into my face and nose. She even held onto my arms to prevent me from trying to find off their efforts. After I had an orgasm and Juliet had one herself, the two of them changed places. Juliet moved down the bed to position herself between my legs and began sucking and licking my pussy, and I would have been moaning if it weren't for the fact that Margaret was straddling my head and my sound was being muffled by her thick thighs, big butt and puffy pussy and she all but smothered me. I was only able to breathe when her pussy cleared my nose long enough for me to take a breath. By the time they were satisfied I was exhausted and happily willing to sleep with my head resting on the pussy of Margaret, and my friend clinging to my tits and pussy. In the morning the heat of the morning sun on the bedroom window heating up the room woke me up. The hangover had my head throbbing. I brushed my teeth and drank a couple of glasses of water and had to pee right away. Margaret came in and understood right away that I was suffering with a hangover. She dragged me to the kitchen and I watched her mix up a glass of V8-tomato juice with Tabasco sauce, black pepper, and a stick of celery. When she handed it to me, she cracked a raw egg and poured it into the glass and told me to hold my nose and swallow it. I didn't like it but I managed to get it down and it did help. By noon I was able to eat breakfast. I was able to bathe and got dressed. Juliet rode the bus east as far as her stop. I got home and assured my parents that I had a great time at the party and told them about the comedy records of Rusty Warren. Monday when I boarded the bus I headed straight for Juliet's seat. I couldn't tell her enough about how much fun I had at the party. Juliet told me that Margaret hadn't stopped talking about you. I wanted to see her right away. When we got to work, we called Margaret and asked if I could see her after work that night, and called Mom and asked if I could have dinner with Juliet and her aunt Margaret. After work Juliet and I took the buses to the project stop and walked up to Margeret's apartment. Margaret welcomed me with open arms and kissed me like a long-lost lover. She stuffed her tongue in my mouth so far it almost went down my throat. The apartment still smelled of cigarette smoke, but who gave a damn, because the three of us were shedding clothes on the way to the bedroom. Margaret had a distinct advantage because she was only wearing a cheap house dress that buttoned down the front with large buttons. I had never met a woman more comfortable with her look and size. She took pride in being able to dominate both men and women. Making love to her was a true adventure. The smell of her vagina and asshole was intoxicating to me. I was thrilled at paying and sucking on her fabulous tits. The reminder of my four years of high school was a heady education of female love. When it came time to enter college, I was lucky enough to earn a full scholarship to 'The University of California, at Berkeley.' I fell in love with San Francisco. Where else can you dress stylishly in warm coats in summer. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of female sexuality, please send your outline to janmay6969@gmail.com If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.