Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2019 10:29:47 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Eskimo Girl (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, g/gFFF) Adult Youth, oral anal, g/gFFF 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: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Eskimo Girl By Jan My father was a Texian in the Air Force stationed in Alaska where he met and married my Eskimo mother. When he was discharged, he moved us to the town of La Puente, Ca. It was a small town on the eastern border of Los Angeles County. At the time the local high school was made of predominantly Mexican students. Being half French-Texian and half Innuit-Eskimo I favor my mother's side of the family. I have brown skin, long thick black hair like an American-Indian, but my eyes were crystal blue. I'm only five-feet three with the figure of an athlete. I was always told that I was pretty enough to be a model. That was what got me in trouble. I was named Linda Paulita Deveau and because of my looks and ignorance of Spanish my Mexican classmates thought I was a Mexican half-bread putting on airs. They thought my ignorance of Spanish, was that I was put airs. When I went to parties after football games the horny boys were all over me. The Mexican girls developed the first-class hatred of me. Come the spring of my junior high school year one of the members of the track team started asking me out. We went to the Spring Prom together. When he brought me home there was some necking in his old customized Chevy and I allowed him to feel my breasts but stopped him when he tried to feel my pussy. The next day after school I was walking home past the chain-link fence at the east end of the athletic field, where there was a duel track meet underway. When a group of Mexican girls dressed in the typical style of cheap gang members surrounded me. One of the big-breasted girls in a tight sweater and skirt and lipstick too thick and her hair back brushed to make it look like bleached straw confronted me. She accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend and pushed me. I shoved her back, and the fight started. I think her name was Lupe and she must have outweighed me by thirty pounds. She knocked me down and straddled my chest and slapped my face and pulled my long hair. It was all very embarrassing. I even heard male voices yell out. "BITCH FIGHT." The track meet was interrupted while the guys watched the fight. Lupe ripped my blouse open and pushed my bra up and grabbed both of my nipples and twisted them hard. I was crying and could hardly see it. I had to fight back. I ripped her sweater open and broke her big bra open. I punched her big tits as hard as I could. She howled in pain and I grabbed a handful of her orange hair and yanked on it. I twisted her head forcing her onto the sidewalk and rolling on top of her. I grabbed two hands full of her hair and started banging the back of her head against the concrete as hard as I could. Before she passed out her girlfriends pulled me off of her. While they held me, Lupe picked me between the legs, sending a sharp pain through my groin. I turned my body enough that her second kick missed her mark. At that point, an adult charged in and pulled the other girls off me. I did manage to kick Lupe in the jaw sending stumbling backward to fall on her butt before the adult could drag me away. There was a lot of antagonism directed towards me by the gang of Mexican girls. Even though I was not a white girl I became accepted by the white girls because I had fought the gang leader of the Mexican girls. I was invited to the home of one of the most popular girls and met her mother. The girl's name was Kathy, and Mary-Alice was her mother's name. Her mother was divorced from her father. They were originally from Louisiana and had a charming Cajun accent. Kathy was one of those girls that had developed at an early age. She was very curvaceous with 36-C+ breasts and wide hips. She attracted the attention of a lot of boys but had very little to do with them. She went to school dances with boys she could control. At the dances, she spent most of her time socializing with her friends. The first time I was invited to spend the night at her home we sat up late into the night listening to music and talking about everyone we knew at school. After we had gossiped about everyone Kathy asked me if she could make a confession that I had to keep her secret. I was curious about what she had in mind that required her to ask me to keep her secret. I said sure. Kathy spoke in a soft voice (As if there was someone that could hear what she was saying.) "I really don't like boys." That statement didn't bother me, after all the Mexican and white guys were always hitting on me thinking I would be an easy fuck. Kathy added, "I prefer sex with other girls." That statement surprised me. I had never thought she was that kind. She had been the first person to befriend me and becoming her friend had sent a message to the chicas that I was not to be messed with. I liked her regardless of her sexual preference. The idea of having sex with another girl had only been a passing thought until that moment. I wondered if I would like to have sex with her. Kathy allowed me time to think about her confession before she asked me, "Do you think you could love me?" I wasn't comfortable responding to her question. "I don't know. I have never thought seriously thought about that before." At the end of the old horror movie, we turned off the lights and TV and headed for her bedroom. I felt uncomfortable undressing in front of her and put on my nightgown. When we got into bed, I deliberately turned my back to Kathy. I didn't go to sleep until I heard the rhythmic breathing of Kathy as she sept. The next morning, we took turns using the bathroom before getting dressed. The house was filled with the smell of coffee, bacon, and toast cooking as we made our way to the kitchen. Mary-Alice was dressed and in a good mood as she prepared breakfast for the three of us. It didn't take long before she picked up on the tension between Kathy and me. She didn't bring it up. There were a couple of days of uncomfortable interaction between us. One day I got a call on my cell-phone from Mary-Alice. She asked me to drop by her house so that she could talk to me. I agreed and called my mom to let her know where I was going. When I arrived Mary-Alice welcomed me in and ushered me into the living room. She assured me that she had sent Kathy to visit her grandmother so that we can chat as long as we like. There was a tray on the coffee table with a tea service along with a platter of cookies. She tucked her left leg under her right leg so that she was able to face me as I joined her. I like wise tucked my right leg under the left leg so that I would face her. I wondered what she wanted to talk to me about. Mary-Alice placed a hand on my bare knee and said, "Kathy is terribly upset because she loves you and fears that you don't love her the same way." I was at a loss for words. "I know that she told you that she is a lesbian. Is that a problem for you?" "I'm not sure, I had never thought seriously about that subject before. I don't hate Kathy at all. I'm just not sure about my own feelings about the subject." "Can I say or do anything to help you?" "I appreciate that Kathy has befriended me. Being an Eskimo means I don't fit into any social group. I appreciate any friendship offered." Mary-Alice looked startled, "Linda don't you know how beautiful you are? You are prettier than any girl in Puente High School and I dare say you are prettier than almost any girl in the San Gabriel Valley." "Thank you for the kind words, but that doesn't help me being accepted within any social group." "Fuck the ethnic groups, you can be the most popular girl in school by just getting involved in things like the auxiliary members of the band, like drill team, drum major or cheerleaders. Join social clubs like the band boosters. Become involved with school politics. Get involved in sports, softball, swimming, track." "I guess I should try." "Kathy is popular and respected, even though there are very few are aware that she is a lesbian. Being a lesbian is not the worst thing in a redneck community like this." I suddenly realized that Mary-Alice knew a lot about her daughter's sexual activity. "When did you find out that Kathy preferred girls?" ''I witnessed her playing with her girl playmates as a child and thought she would outgrow it like most girls, but before she reached puberty she became fully involved in sex with females." "Didn't it bother you?" "Honey, you have to understand that I am a lesbian too." That surprised me. I would not have suspected that she was a lesbian. She was a very attractive blonde with stylishly long hair, attractive face with blue eyes, a very nice smile. Her figure was nice even with age she had put on about twenty pounds. She dressed very feminine. Even in blue jeans and work shirts, she looked like a female. This afternoon she was wearing a steel-gray party dress that had a plunging neckline and back. There was a loose fold of material on front and the neckline plunged so far down in front that I could see her breastbone. The back plunged so low in back I could see her tramp stamp butterfly tattoo. The skirt only covered half of her thighs. She was wearing smoky dark nylons and plastic gray three-inch heeled pumps. I would not have expected to see her dressed like this unless she had a date. At that point, I became aware that her warm hand was still resting on my bare knee. I instantly felt a tingle run up the inside of my thigh to my pussy. I was shocked by my own feelings. Mary-Alice said, "If you will allow me, I would love to show you how much Kathy and I love you." She took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. It felt nice the way she kissed me. There was no stubble on her face and her breath didn't smell like cigarettes. When I relaxed my mouth, she stuck her tongue into my mouth and sucked on my tongue. The kiss made me feel dizzy. When she placed her right hand on my left tit, I placed my hand over hers but didn't try and remove it. While she continued kissing me, she stuck her hand down the front of my blouse and under my C-cup bra and squeezed my tits. While she was feeling me up, her plunging dress was slack and moving. I was able to see her breasts. They hardly sagged and I found her pink areolas and nipples very attractive. She also had a red and green tattoo of a rose on her right breast. I did put up some resistance when she pulled her hand out and placed the palm of her hand right on top of my pussy. "This is wrong, we shouldn't be doing things like this!" She pulled my skirt up around my waist to expose the pantie I was wearing. I had selected a normal pair of panties I used for school." Knowing now that she had a strong interest in what was in them made me blush. Mary-Alice asked me, "Linda can I remove your panties?" The fact that she actually put her request into words stunned me. I didn't know what to say. When I didn't respond she slipped her hand inside the front of my panties. Like most Innuit women my pubic hair is straight and coarse. It lays against my flesh and is combed in the direction of my vaginal opening. She was seeking out the opening with her finger and when she found my little clit, she played with it. I almost peed in my panties. "Mary-Alice, I have never done anything like this before." "You will enjoy it, no one needs to know and no one gets hurt." I was uncomfortable while she continued to masturbate me to orgasm. At the conclusion of my orgasm, she knelt on the floor between my legs and took hold of my moist panties and pulled them out from under my butt and down my legs and free of my feet. When I was free of my panties, she placed a hand on my chest and pressed me until I lay back against the couch until I was almost reclining. Mary- Alice spread my legs and with her hands resting on both legs, she started kissing my soft inner thighs, working back and forth from one thigh to the other moving ever closer to my cunt. "Mary-Alice this so wrong in so many ways." "It feels good doesn't it?" When she blew a puff of air into my pussy it sent a chill through my body and she licked me from asshole to clit. All I could say was ohhhhhhhhhhhh. She was not only licking my pussy she was shaking her face from right to left. She sucked on my clit until I had an orgasm that left my body so spent that I so relaxed I could hardly move. As I lay there I was wondering if I was capable of doing that to her, but Mary-Alice was not finished with me. She rolled me over and had me kneel on the couch with my arms crossed on the back of the couch and my head resting on my arms. I was puzzled by why she wanted me in that position. She flipped my skirt over my back and proceeded to use both hands to spread my butt and I felt her blow a puff of air right on my asshole that caused my sphincter to pucker tightly close. Then I felt her wet tongue licking my asshole. It is hard to describe the feeling it induced in my ass. It was a maddening tickling sensation that caused my skin to tremble. "Mary-Alice your tongue feels so good you are driving me crazy." Mary-Alice responded with her face so close to my butt that I could feel the vibrations. "Linda honey, your asshole is sweet nectar to me. I want to tongue fuck your ass forever!" She did her best to stick the tip of her tongue into my asshole. I swear that my pussy was dripping by the time I actually had another orgasm. I crumpled in a sweatiy heap on the couch. I lay there watching every move Mary-Alice did. Mary-Alice stood there in front of me and pulled the sleeveless dress off her shoulders and the dress was easily lowered don her body. I had already seen her breasts and admired what I had seen, but as her pubis came into view, I couldn't take my eyes off of her pussy. Her mound was shaved clean and her vagina was interesting because her labia minora protruded beyond the opening of her labia majora like q ruffled dress shirt and protruding beyond that was a thick clitoris that reminded me of a baby boy's penis. I watched intently as she stepped out of the dress and folded it carefully before placing it on the coffee table. She obviously cherished that dress. Looking at her standing there in the dark self- supporting nylons and high-heels was an erotic picture. She looked to me like the picture of a dominatrix, but I was not frightened by her at all. She had induced a feeling of sexual ecstasy that I will always measure future sexual encounters by. She sat her neked butt on the couch next to me. It was obvious that she was waiting for me to make love to her. I was frightened that I wouldn't be able to thrill her half as much as she had done to me. I turned my body towards her and cuddled her warm body. I took her left breast into my mouth and suckled on her nipple and flesh like a baby. Mary-Alice was stroking my hair and telling me, "You are my good girl! Suck on my tits baby, suck harder, but don't bite me1" I don't know how long I sucked on both of her breasts but when I was ready to find out what her pussy tasted like my jaw was aching. While I had been sucking on her tits, I had to use my left hand to feel her body because my right arm was wedged between our bodies. I would have preferred to use my right hand. In the future, I would have to get on the other side of her body. I placed my hand on her left thigh and felt her muscles tremble, as I worked my hand up her leg. When I reached her vulva, I marveled that I could not detect any stubble. Her vulva was as smooth as a baby's butt. Her labia opening was moist. I took hold of her clit with my thumb and forefinger and started masturbating her. She was panting in my ear and telling me that she loved me. I slid off the couch and knelt between her legs. Now it was my turn to start licking and kissing her legs from her knees up both of them as I worked my way back and forth between them until I reached her cunt. It was all very sexual between the aroma of her wet pussy and being able to suck on her clit like it was a little penis and to also suck the excess skin of her labia minora and suck on them with a loose mouth causing the skin to vibrate between my lips, making a funny sound. I sucked her pussy until Mary-Alice had four orgasms and begged me to let her rest. We cuddled there on the couch until Mary-Alice recovered and was ready for sex. She got on her knees and rested her head on the back of the couch as she used both hands to reach back and spread her ass for me to check out. Until that day I would have thought getting sexual with an asshole was too nasty to think of, but after feeling her tongue fucking my asshole my opinion had changed. I moved in close to check out what her asshole looked like. Where mine had been puckered shut, hers was spread open and I could see the reddish skin inside her colon and the skin around her sphincter was a darker brownish color. As I moved my nose closer, I smelled her asshole and found that it was sweeter smelling that I would have thought. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and into her asshole. I heard Mary-Alice say, "Honey, your tongue feels terrific in my ass. Are you going to be my good girl from now on?" I rested my chin in her gaping asshole and said, "Mary-Alice you have converted me! I am a confirmed oralist lesbian from now on and will tongue fuck your ass and pussy upon demand!" I was proud of myself when she collapsed on the couch with a strong orgasm. When she recovered, she gathered up her dress and my panties before leading me to her bedroom. She finished removing my clothes. She turned off the overhead light. The room was lit by a single red 25 wat bulb that filled the room with a pink glow. Getting into bed with her naked was romantic. We simply wrapped our arms and legs around each other. We slept late the next morning. We were in a jovial mood when we woke up. Our heads were close enough that I could smell her morning breath and was well aware that my own breath must be just as bad. We made a beeline to the bathroom and took turns peeing and brushing our teeth. When we returned to the bedroom, we stripped the covers off of the bed so we could play all over the bed. We started sucking each other's tits before we got around to sucking pussies. We were both nose blind to the fact that we were smelly with sweat and the aroma of our pussy fluids. A fact that became obvious when Kathy suddenly appeared in the doorway. The first we were aware of her presence was when she screamed, "MOTHER HOW COULD YOU? YOU FUCKED MY GIRLFRIEND BEFORE I GOT A CHANCE TO FUCK HER!!!" Mary-Alice sat up and simply said, "Stop complaining and get naked and join us." Kathy shed her clothes right there in the doorway and made a running dive on the bed. "Good GAWD both of you smell like nasty pussy fluid!" Mary-Alice responded, "Stop Bitching and get nasty yourself!" By the time Kathy had sucked my pussy and tongue fucked my ass and her mother and I had sucked her off several times hunger drove us to the kitchen. Over eggs and toast, we agreed that we would continue fucking each other. It was agreed that on the nights that I was spending the night I would alternate sleeping with each of them. It wasn't long before I met a friend of Mary- Alice. She came by to find out why Maty-Alice had not contacted her for a date. It didn't take long after the introductions before Cleo figured out that Mary-Alice hadn't called her for a date was because she was fucking the two of us. "You nasty old Bitch, you're fucking your daughter and her girlfriend, and you didn't invite me!!" There was some jovial laughter before we allowed her to join in on the fun. Cleo was the same age as Mary-Alice and was an attractive middle-aged woman. Cleo was feminine, but a little butch. She didn't shave her underarms or her pussy. I appreciated the fact that she did shave her legs. I got to enjoy sucking both clean-shaven and hairy pussies. The only question that I eventually wondered about was what it would be like to have sex with a true dyke. Cleo solved that problem for me. She was friends with a woman that was an auto mechanic that always wore men's clothes and was the perfect picture of a dyke. When she introduced me to Charley, she was wearing work boots, size 40-inch blue jeans, and a man sports shirt. Her dirty blonde hair was cut like a man's. The sides were high and tight and she had a pompadour wave in front. She cussed like a sailor. When she removed her clothes her F-sized breasts were bound down with a wide band like an ace- bandage, and she was wearing men's boxer shorts. She was wearing a strap-on dildo, that was held against her body by a male jock-strap. Her body smelled of sweat without the use of perfume. She fucked me in the mouth, pussy, and ass with her dildo until I was satisfied. I decided that I preferred lipstick lesbians. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.