Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2015 19:16:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Dyke and Kitten (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/f, FF/ff Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Dyke and the Kitten By Jan I have never had any delusions about my looks. I was the girl in school that was shunned by both males and females. My classmates gave me the nick-name "Big Bertha." I was always taller than most of my classmates and was heavier than all of them. When we entered puberty it became even worse. My mother had my hair cropped short for ease in maintenance. Wearing jeans covered up how hairy my legs were. But when we entered high school I had to change clothes in the girl's locker room into gym clothes. My pubic bush led a tail all the way up to my navel, and hairs joined my thighs to add to the hair on my legs. I even had hairs between my breasts and my brown areolas were ringed with hairs too. I accepted that I wouldn't have friends in school. I simply dedicated my time to trying to graduate from high school in three years. My student councilor was the closest thing I had to a friend. She took pity on me. She even came to my home to meet my parents in our natural surroundings. I had no idea that Mss. Adams was a lesbian until she invited me to her home on afternoon. It came as complete surprise to me when she kissed me on the mouth, and started feeling me up. No one had ever shown any interest in having sex with me. What she was doing felt wonderful, so I did my best to do everything possible to please her! By the end of my junior/senior year I was a confirmed lesbian. In college I discovered there were plenty of girls and women that were attracted to hairy dykes, so I fit in tight away. When my friends and I would go bar hoping around the campus neighborhood I would occasionally bring home a girl that would be turned off when they saw how hairy I am, those evenings didn't end well. I learned to accept who I am and didn't bother trying to hide the fact that I am a dyke. I earned an accounting degree from a prestigious university, but was bored sitting on my ass in a cubical, so I quit and actually sought out and got a job driving a United Parcel Service delivery truck. I didn't mind wearing the nasty greenish-brown shirt and shorts, but I hate wearing the black socks. I actually like wearing the gum soled work boots. I found a modest little old apartment that had been a motel in its day. It was built in a horseshoe shape with a pool in the middle, but the pool had been filled in because the maintenance and insurance were not worth it. The shrubbery was overgrown to the point that it was breaking up the planters. I actually like the way the plants in front of my apartment obscured it almost completely. I didn't bother trying to befriend my neighbors. Most of them were old ladies living on their deceased husband's retirements. The turnover of occupancy insured that there was at least a ten percent vacancy. I hardly noticed when a mother and teenaged daughter moved in to one of the empty apartments. I couldn't help notice the amount of empty gin and vodka bottles that were being added to the dumpster. The woman may have been an attractive woman in her youth, but time and her lifestyle had taken its toll. Her daughter was a sweet looking chubby girl with dark hair, and skin that was a truly flawless creamy white. I would guess that she was no more than twelve or thirteen. I didn't take much interest in either of them. After all I had a few women friends that I dated. I did notice that the women would come home late at night staggeringly drunk, on the arm of s variety of equally drunk men. At times the arguing could be heard across the court. One Saturday afternoon while I was doing my laundry in the communal laundry-mate the woman came in with her laundry basket. She reeked of booze as she sorted out her laundry. It took her a little while to started talking after our perfunctory greeting. "You are the UPS drive across the court from my apartment!" "Yes." "I'm sure that you're aware that I entertain men, and it doesn't always end well. Some of the bastards even try to molest Cathy, my daughter. I would like to impose on you to allow Cathy to sleep on your couch when I have company?" "Are you sure you want me to look after your daughter? Don't you know that I'm a lesbian?" "Of course I know! I've seen the women that visit you're apartment. I could tell which ones are just buddies of yours and which ones are your girlfriends. I hope that I can trust you to simply let Cathy sleep on your couch, so that my drunken dates are not tempted to molest her." "I have to think about that! I will let you know when I make up my mind." I knew that if I allowed the girl to sleep on my couch would probably turn nasty any time the alcoholic mother wanted to accuse me of seducing her daughter, even if there was no truth to her accusations. It was only a matter of a couple of nights before I heard a ruckus coming from their apartment. There was yelling and the sound of crashing ceramics. When I opened my door to check out the noise I witnessed a man exiting the apartment with his shirt in hand and he was holding up his open pants with the other hand. He was being followed by the drunken woman in only a wrinkled satin slip. I felt obligated to rush to her aid, even though I was repulsed by her lifestyle. After we heard the sound of a car's tires screeching as the man made his hasty exit we returned to their apartment. The woman sat on the couch next to her daughter. The couch was made up for sleeping, but the sheets were a rumpled mess. I sat in the chair facing the couch as the woman started telling me about what had happened. Apparently the woman had brought home drunk she had picked up at a cheap western bar. Cathy was already asleep on the couch by the time they stumbled into the bedroom. She didn't care to go into all of the details, but apparently after the man finished using her he left money on the nightstand and started getting dressed to leave. Shortly after he left the bedroom, Cathy screamed, "Don't touch me down there!" Her mother came rushing out of the bedroom and saw the man standing over Cathy's exposed body from the waist down and his cock in hand. The enraged mother flew into action, screaming and hurling anything she could get her hands on at the man as he fled the apartment. I assumed that would be a wakeup call to her, and she would make a dramatic change in her lifestyle, but it didn't. She continued bringing home drunks. That was when I agreed to allow Cathy to sleep on my couch when her mother was entertaining. One evening Cathy knocked on my door with sheets and a pillow in her arms. I move the coffee table to give her more room to make a bed on the couch. Nothing much was said that evening. In the morning when I got dressed and made my way past Cathy on my way to the kitchenette I couldn't help admire her legs sticking out from under the blanket and sheet. I had to remind myself that I was not a pedophile. I made breakfast for her before sending her home to get ready for school. For several weeks Cathy spent her nights in my apartment as a regular guest. I even had an extra key made for her, so that she could let herself in when I wasn't home. One evening after Cathy had made her bed on the couch there was a knock at the door. When I answered the door it was Maxine a fellow UPS driver. She was also a dyke friend of mine. We had spent many an evening cruising the local lesbian bars picking up feminine pussy. Maxine looked at Cathy and simply asked, "When did you become a pedophile?" "You know me better than that. Cathy spends the nights here while her mother is entertaining men, so don't make any rude remarks!" She responded with," Excuse me for my dirty mind!" I dismissed her comments and offered her a cup of coffee. We simply went into the kitchenette area to have our coffee while I turned the lights out in the living room, but adjoining kitchenette area would provide enough light for Cathy to make her way to the bathroom. We tried to keep our conversation quiet enough to allow Cathy to get to sleep. Maxine eventually made her exit with a simple kiss on the mouth and asking me to call her when I wasn't babysitting. One afternoon while I was carrying a couple of bags of groceries from the garage to my apartment I bumped into Cathy's mother. She commented that she was taking Cathy to diner and a movie, so she wouldn't need to sleep at my place tonight. I gave Maxine a call and assured her that I wouldn't be babysitting that night. After work Maxine and I had diner together before coming back to my place. We went straight to the bedroom and undressed each other. We spent the night eating each other's pussy and fucking each other with strap- on dildos. In the morning we woke up in plenty of time to get ready for work. Maxine bitched about having to wear the same underwear two days in a row. I swatted her on her white freckled butt, and sent her off to use the bathroom first. When Maxine returned to the bedroom she commented, "When I made my way to the bathroom I noticed the baby blues of your young friend looking at my butt." I almost panicked wondering what time Cathy had let herself in, and how much she had heard. I scampered into the bathroom in an effort limit Cathy's view of my naked body. When Maxine and I were finished getting dressed we joined Cathy in the living room. Cathy was already dressed and was finishing folding up her bedding. We didn't say anything about what had happened last night. We took her to breakfast at a local dinner. Cathy walked to school and Maxine and I drove our cars to work. The next evening when Cathy came over with her bedding in hand she wanted to talk to me. She asked me, "Is Maxine your lesbian lover?" "Maxine and I do party with each other occasionally! Does that bother you?" "No...I was just wondering what it is like to have sex with a woman. It seems so nasty the way my mother has sex with men. I've seen her sucking cocks, being tit fucked, fucked in her pussy and asshole. The sounds and smells are so repulsive I don't understand why my mother wants to be treated that way." "Honey I am not the one to offer advice to anyone. I was always a plus sized female. In school I suffered the rude nick names bestowed on me. Boys teased me at best and were physically abusive at worst. The girls were no better. The teased me, and when we were in high school they told everyone what I looked like naked while changing in gym class." "The first person to ever show an interest in me was an older woman. When she introduced me to sex I can only say I found my calling!" "Would you be willing to teach me?" "Honey...I wouldn't be comfortable doing that, and if your mother found out she could have me charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. I could go to jail and have to register as a pedophile the rest of my life." Cathy let it drop, and we prepared to go to bed for the night. When she took her bath and emerged in her nightgown I couldn't help looking at her with an eye to evaluate her as a sexual object. When I went to bed I struggled to get to sleep. Just I finally managed to drift off to sleep I suddenly woke up when I felt a draft on my body. It took me a moment to become aware of where I was and what was going on. Cathy was getting in bed with me. I could make out that she was naked by the moonlight filtering through the window. I tried to prevent her from getting under the covers, but she was already between my legs. There was no stopping her from kissing my pussy. I was embarrassed that she was seeing just how hairy my body was. There are only a few women that are turned on by a woman as hairy as I am. I assumed that Cathy would be repulsed by the sight of a woman as hairy as the most hairy men. Cathy placed her hands on my thighs and spread my legs even wider. Her face was between my legs looking up at me with her big blue eye and long eyelashes. I marveled at the way he sucked my clitoris. She sucked on my clit like it was a nipple on a tit. I tried to tell her that she shouldn't be doing that to me, but she was not to be denied. I didn't watch the clock but I couldn't help noticing that from the time she started sucking my pussy until I had a wet orgasm more than a half hour had passed. By the time she started switching between sucking my clit to sticking her tongue into my wet cunt I was begging her to never stop. As soon as I recovered I reached down and put my hands under her armpits and pulled her up on top of my body. I couldn't resist kissing her on the mouth. I could taste the juices from my own pussy all over her face, but her mouth also tasted of minty toothpaste. She kissed my neck and worked her way down to my breasts. I always felt uncomfortable with my breasts, because as large as my body is my breasts are just a 38-B size. Having my areolas ringed with hair also added to my reluctance to allow women to suck my tits. I do have a few women friends like Maxine that get off making love to a hairy woman like me. When Cathy started licking the hairs around my areolas I found it exciting the way Cathy seemed to relish the hair around my nipples. I felt very motherly towards this angelic plus sized dark haired girl with the large blue eyes. The motherly feeling quickly passed as my sexual desires made me so fucking horny. I rolled her over onto her back and smothered her body with my own. I kissed her mouth with a sexual passion I could only remember having for the first adult woman that was my first lover. As young as she was her breasts were large than mine. They were alabaster creamy orbs with thin blue blood veins on them. Her areolas were about three inches around in a dark mauve color, and capped by fat nipples. I couldn't resist sucking on them. Cathy was moaning and begging me to suck harder. I had to find out what her pussy tasted like of course. I pulled her up until she was clinging to the windowsill over the bed and her thighs were straddling my head. It was so exciting to have Cathy's labia spread over my mouth from nose to chin. I did everything possible to make her cum. I kept eating her pussy as she experienced three orgasms. To make sure she had a fourth orgasm I stick a finger up her ass while sucking on her clit again. It was so exciting going to sleep with the warm body of this sweet girl. Cathy started coming over every night, even when her mother was not entertaining men. It was only a matter of time before her mother came to the conclusion that I had seduced her daughter, but rather than fly off the handle she approached the two of us one afternoon. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she asked Cathy, "would you like to live with Roberta? Cathy and I were both stunned by her question. It took Cathy a moment to recover and tell her mother that he would love to live with me. Her mother went on to explain that her latest boyfriend had asked her to marry him and wanted to move back to Texas, and take her with him. He doesn't know I have a teenaged daughter, so if you like I will give Roberta custody of you, if that id agreeable with you, Roberta?" It stunned me that she was actually giving her daughter to me. I thought about the implications of becoming an instant mother. As much as I enjoyed making love to her, it would also mean an end to my dating other women. I couldn't pass up the opportunity of become both mother and lover of this angelic girl, so I accepted her offer. It took a couple of days to move all of Cathy's belongings to my apartment and complete the paperwork giving me custody of Cathy. It was mind bending. Both of us were in a daze until her mother packed up her belongings and piled into the Ford crew cab pickup one morning. It was like a honeymoon for the next month. Cathy slept in my bed every night, and we made love until we were exhausted. I introduced her to being fucked by my dildos. I even introduced her to anal sex. We started out by me rimming her asshole until she had an orgasm. Of course she had to taste my hairy asshole, and learned to get off doing it to me. It took me a little while before she got used to having me stick my strap-on up her ass. Eventually Maxine corned me at work and asked why I had been avoiding her lately. I told her that I had custody of Cathy now, and I couldn't fuck around anymore. Maxine was put out with me. One night Maxine came knocking on my door. She was more than a little drunk, and she had a rather young looking drunk girl in tow. She announced that she wanted to share her new girlfriend with us. After making her announcement she lifted the girls skirt to show us the girl's pussy. The dark blonde pubic hair was shaved into a little triangle. She stuck a finger in the girl's cunt and jilled her briefly before waving the slimy finer under Cathy and my nose. I was shocked by the way Maxine was acting, but Cathy actually opened her mouth to taste Maxine's finger. That turned into one hell of a hot night. Clothes were shed, and Cathy found out what it was like to have sex with another dyke and a girl not much older than herself. She learned to enjoy sex with other females, but I was always her favorite. She loved licking my hairy body. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.