Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2023 13:16:19 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Cougar and Homeless Girl (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/g) Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/g This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman and a girl. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2023 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Cougar and Homeless Girl By Jan It had been several months since the last time I had enjoyed the smell of a pussy, and I was getting horny enough to even contemplate actually-paying a call girl for her service. I was driving home from work and getting frustrated with traffic congestion. The Friday night traffic was averaging less than eight miles an hour. I swear that I could walk faster than the traffic was moving. I had plenty of time to look at this part of the city I had driven by without noticing how shabby the old buildings were. My first thought was (Gawd, I hope my car never breaks down around here. At least my car's air- conditioning protected me from the rancid smells of human urine and feces. There were several shabbily dressed men holding hand printed pasteboard signs pleading for money for food. Then I noticed a young girl sitting on the sidewalk with her back resting against the old red brick wall of a derelict building. At first, I had almost dismissed her because I thought she was a boy, but I realized that she was a girl. Her hair looked greasy and in need of washing and the care of stillest. Her clothes were shabby and in need of a washing. I felt pangs of sympathy for the unfortunate girl. I pulled the car over to the curb and lowered the passenger window electronically. I leaned over the center console and motioned for the girl to approach. She slowly rose to her feet and approached my car. I asked: "Honey, can I offer a home cooked meal and a clean bed for a short time?" The girl gave me a studious look. I assumed she was ascertaining if she could trust me. When she spoke, it was as if she had little respect for me. "What do you want from me?" I felt like she suspected my motives were lascivious. "I'm simply offering to feed you, allow you to clean up, and a comfortable bed," The girl said: "Okay" and opened the door and got in. She buckled the seatbelt as I pulled the car back into the flow of the traffic. I told her that my name was Veronica, and learned that her name was Linda. She told me that she had run-away from home because her stepfather was molesting her. He even was fucking her in front of her approving mother. (I was shocked by the mental image of her mother allowing her stepfather to fuck her.) It took us at least 45-minutes to travel the 15- miles to my turn off. It was a short drive from there to my home. I led her to the bathroom and told her that she could take her time bathing while I prepared dinner. I closed the door as I left the room. I went to my room and rummaged through my dresser and selected a bra, panties, and slip I thought would fit her. Then I selected from the closet a dress and pumps I had outgrown years ago. I carried them to the bathroom and told her through the closed door that I was leaving some clean clothes outside the door. I went to the kitchen and figured that the quickest thing was to open a number 10 can of Dine More stew and steam some rice in the pressure cooker. Then I set about making a green salad and set the table for two. When Linda joined me in the kitchen, I was presently surprised by how nice she looked. Her hair was still damp but her dishwater blonde had promise. I couldn't tell how well the undergarments fit but the dress fit her well enough. The hem did need adjusting though. The pimps looked like they fit. I assured her that I could hem up the dress for her later. She thanked me and took a seat at the table. I enjoyed watching her eat. It was obvious that she was hungry. She cleaned her plates and ate a French roll with it. I placed a slice of red velvet cake in front of her and a cup of freshly brewed coffee. When she was finished couldn't thank me enough, and offered to do the dishes. I wouldn't hear of it and put the leftover in the fridge and the dishes in the dishwasher. We took our coffee cups and the coffee urn into the family room. I selected a romance movie to watch on the wide screen cable. I told her: "Honey, you don't need to ask, when you get tired you can go to the extra bedroom. I turned down the bedding for you and laid out a nightgown I think you will approve of." I noticed that she was nodding off before the movie was over, I placed my hand on her arm and said: "Linda, why don't you go to bed." She thanked me and made her way to the bedroom. I straightened up a little before turning off the TV and lights. I took off my clothes and took my nightgown to the bathroom with me. I took a long leisurely hot bath. I indulged in fantasies about what was going through my mind about what I wanted to do with that young girl. I had not asked her age, but based on the maturity of her body I suspected that she was 14 or 15- years-old. I was speculating if her firm modest breasts had pink or mauve areolas and what her pubic bush looked like. I enjoyed a leisurely session of self- masturbation before drifting off to sleep. I was up early and quietly got dressed and made my bed before going to the kitchen. I set the table before making breakfast. I knew the smell of bacon and brewing coffee would wake up Linda. When she joined me, I was pleased to see that she was still in the transparent nightgown. I could see her tits through the gown and I was impressed to see what a shapely body she had, and could tell that her areolas were pink and the size of quarters. Her pubic bush was natural and in need of a Bikini trim and was darker brown. I motioned for her to take a seat at the table, and asked: "How would you like your eggs: sunny side up, over easy, scrambled, or an omelet? She responded: "An omelet sounds good if it is not too much trouble." "Omelet it is!" I put four slices of whole wheat bread into the toaster before I cracked a half dozen eggs into a bowl and whisked them. I diced half an onion and a green bell pepper. I took out two frying pans and added olive oil to one and glassed the onions, adding the bell pepper and a generous amount of sliced black olives, while the other pan was heating up. I added a generous amount of egg to coat the bottom of the small skillet and moved it around to get it evenly spread. When it started to jell, I poured the veggies to half of the pan and folded the other half over and turned the omelet over to finish the omelet. I plated her omelet and placed it in front of her while I added broiled bacon strips, two slices of buttered toast. I asked her if she preferred milk or coffee? She preferred coffee like I served her last night, and asked what kind it was? "I said: "That was a Kona coffee and I added a teaspoon full of cinnamon to the top of the basket. That is why sugar was not needed. I filled two large mugs for us. While we ate I suggested that I take her shopping for a decent wardrobe and take her to my beauty parlor to get her hair styled. I enquired if she could type and was familiar with the Dewey Decimal filing system? She gave me as quizzical look: "Yes, but why do you ask? I have a friend that has a fine book store that might be able to employ you while you apply to work for the county library. We can get you the necessary identification to prove that you are over 18." Linda looked stunned: "I can't believe that you are willing to do all of this for me!" I said: "Let's just say it will be my "Good-Deed" for my soul." I cleaned up the kitchen while Linda got dressed. I called my beautician and asked Judy if she could squeeze on a young friend for me. She giggled and asked if I was grooming jailbait today? I reproached her and told her to be good. She said I have a cancellation in an hour. I thanked her and told her we would be there on time. I don't know if Linda caught the look on Judy's face when we entered her establishment. It was obvious that Judy was impressed with the natural beauty of my new friend. We discussed what kind of hair style would be appropriate for her oval face. We agreed that an easily cared for short style would be the best. After washing her hair and cutting it Judy proclaimed: "With Linda's hair wet and looking dark I just realized how much she looks like Audrey Hepburn in the movie Roman Holladay!" It struck me that I had been drawn to her even when she looked like a dirty street urchin. Judy insisted on putting a thin rubber cap on Linda's head and plucking out strands of hair and using bottles of different shades of blonde to dye strands of her hair. When the hair was dry, she styled her hair like Audrey's hair in the movie. She plucked her eyebrows to give them a natural arch. We agreed a wet natural pearl lipstick was perfect for her. She shaped her fingernails and painted her cuticles white and the nails a natural flesh color and added a clear lacer. She soaked her feet and gave her a pedicure that painted her toenails like her fingernails. I whispered in Linda's ear: "When we get home would you like me to give your pubic bush a Bikini waxing or a shave?" Linda blushed: "I hear waxing hurts! Do you think I need to shave it?" "Honey, you don't want any stray hairs sticking out of your panties." She squeezed my hand and blushed: "We can talk about that later." I put the bill on my card and took her to a small boutique that I knew had fashionable clothes for young ladies that were reasonably priced. We had a great time trying on clothes. We selected several dresses, skirts, blouses, matching panties, and bras. We selected thongs, hip huggers, and matching wireless bras. We wanted her breasts to have a natural look. I bought her three pumps with three-inch heels in black, white and tope. Later I planned to add additional colors. We added a pair of comfortable running shoes as well. By the time we were done I had run up a substantial bill on my card. We were exhausted by the time we got home. But she was thrilled to try on everything. I called a gay friend and asked him to make up a birth certificate for a young friend with additional identification to go with it. Linda's name was Linda Williams, so I suggested that she become Linda Winfield, and her birth date be postdated to make her 19-years-old, just in case anyone is looking for her. James assured me that the identification would be ready in a couple of days. We relaxed and listened to music while we calmed down after the busy day. Come bedtime I sent her to her room and I retired to mine. I put on my chiffon short nighty without panties and propped myself up in bed with pillows behind my back. I was reading a book by the lite on my nightstand when the door opened. Linda was standing there totally naked. I sat the book down and said: "I wasn't expecting you to do this! I did everything simply as a "Good Deed." Linda sat on the side of my bed and said: "No one has ever done so much for me before! I was thinking in my room about how much I hated my mother and her husband and having sex with him. Then I figured how loving you have been to me, and figured that I might like to have sex with a woman. I think it would be great to have my first experience with a lovely woman like you!" I blushed: "I was not knowingly trying to seduce you, Honey! I'm old enough to be your mother and not as attractive as I was twenty years ago!" Linda interrupted: "Don't you know how beautiful you are? You are as beautiful as the actress Catherine Aeta Jones when she made the Zorro movies. Your figure is mature and sexy. I would love to have tits like yours. I bet they are at least 38-double D, your waist is probably only three inches bigger than mine, and your butt looks great when you are walking away." As she was saying that she placed her hand on my bare thigh. My muscles rippled like her touch had sent an electrical shock through my body. She also leaned close and kissed me on the mouth. Any of my resolve to resist the desire to seduce her melted away. I moved over to give her room to join me on the bed. We hugged each other and kissed for a long time. Tongue was included. We molded each other's tits with our hands. It had been a long time since I held a breast in my hand that was only a B+ size. I wanted to suck on her tits, but deferred to her desire to suck on my tits first. When she noticed the colorful tattoo of tropical flowers and greenery on my left rib cage running around and under my butt. She asked: "How much of your body is covered with flowers, and why did you do it?" I said: "In my youth I had the name Viki tattooed on my butt to proclaim that my ass belonged to her. One day when I should have been in my high school class room, I walked into her house and caught her with her head between the legs of a woman I hated. I went out and had a colorful flower put on to cover the name. Over the years I have added more flowers to what you see now." "Do you plan to add more?" "I don't know, if the mood ever moves me I might." Linda had me get on my knees, so that she could check out the tattoo and touch it. While she was feeling my butt, she slipped her fingers into the crack of my ass and tickled my asshole. She pushed me into a reclining position with my head barley on a pillow and spread my legs. She studied mt crotch for some time. She asked: "Did you wax yourself?" I smiled: "Judy did it for me." The flesh in the creases of my legs and above the triangle and well as the labia majora were hairless and as smooth as my butt. My pubic hair cut to no longer than a quarter inch. Linda felt it and spread my labia to look at what my cunt looked like. The labia minora resembled a ruffled boat shape spread open with a large clitoris at the bow of the boat like the figurehead on a wooden ship and she saw the opening of my urethra and the gapping opening of my vagina. The labia joined together at the seam of my Perineum separating my vagina from mt anus. When she had studied my cunt long enough, she began licking my cunt. She really-got into it. At one point she looked up at my face with her chin pressing against my cunt and her nose resting against my pubic hair, and said: "I could spend the rest of my life eating your cunt, Veronica!" After I experienced a strong orgasm, I pulled her up and placed her on her back next to me and kissed her. Tasting my own cum all over her face was almost enough to make me cum again. I set about trying to give her the sexual orgasm of her life. I positioned myself between her legs and saw her hairy crotch, I remembered that I had suggested a Bikini Wax. I set about eating her cunt and finger fucking her vagina and asshole. When Linda started going into an orgasm, she started pounding my shoulders with her fists and crying out "I LOVE YOU, VERONICA!!!" She passed out while her body quivered for at least a full minute. When she recovered, we clung to each other and even the smell of our cunt juice all over our faces was sexy. We had a good night's-sleep. We woke the next day and we understood that our breaths were foul and our bodies smelled like cunts. We bathed together because we didn't want to be separated. After a light breakfast I set about shaving her underarms and legs. I trimmed her pubic bush before I had the pleasure of listening to her howls while I waxed her crotch. I discussed with her about other pleasures we could enjoy in the future. I told her about analingus and different uses for dildos. I even demonstrated how I could dove-fuck her with my tits. Over the following months we settled in as she became accustomed to working in the bookstore. And meeting my friends. They loved her and treated her with the respect of my wife. 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