Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 22:50:34 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Girls in White Ball (Lesbian/adult youth, f/F, f/Ffff) Warning: Lesbian/adult youth, f/F, f/Ffff 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 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. Girls in White Ball By Jan I have to start off by admitting that I grew up in the home of a single parent mother that was a lesbian. She never made an issue out of her sexual orientation. She deliberately didn't engage in any overt sex in my presence. That doesn't mean she stopped having sex with her women friends, but she always waited until I was in bed before she went to bed with her lady friends. I went to public school and took part in all of the school activities. I was enrolled in ballet and tap classes most of my life. I was popular with my classmates and they were visitors to my home many times. Most of my friends never suspected that my mother was a lesbian. The ones that suspected were kind enough not to spread rumors. When I reached the age of puberty mother and I had a long discussion about the facts of life and my own sexual orientation. She admitted that she was a lesbian, and her best friend was her lover. I had always called her Aunty Joyce, even though I knew that we were not related. I assured her that I wanted to be a lesbian, but mother suggested that I wait until I was 15-years-old to decide if I wanted to follow in her footsteps. I couldn't help noticing the changes taking place in my classmates. In middle school most of the boys and girls pretty much dressed something alike and were friends with most of their classmates, but in junior high when they entered puberty there was a divergence in their behavior and identity. They started dressing differently and forming cliques. There were the ones called "Preppie." They dressed like they were in Ivy-League colleges. The second group, were the called "Jocks." They tended to be popular for their athletic abilities, and forgiven their lack of academic abilities. The third group called "Stoners." They were the ones high on drugs all of the time. The fourth group sometimes called "Delinquents." That group rebelled against authority at every opportunity. The fifth group called the "Misfits." They were the ones that were lacking in social skills, academically challenged, or even so unattractive that they were shunned by everyone. It broke my heart to see the way they treated that poor girl who was grossly fat, and had a bad case of body odor. I didn't feel that I fit in with any of the groups. In the girl's dressing rooms for gym or the swimming pool I heard all of the discussions about their sexual activity, and their sniping at the physical attributes of other girls. I got the reputation of being snobbish, because I wouldn't dish the dirt with the other girls. When I entered my sophomore year of high school as my fifteenth birthday approached my mother asked me again if I truly wanted to be a lesbian. After I assured her that I had decided that I wanted to be a lesbian like her and Aunty Joyce, Mother started preparations for me to join the girls coming out that season. It was a big thing for the lesbian community. It was called "The Girls in White Ball." The lesbian community rents a ballroom at a four star hotel to host the coming out of "The Girls in White." All of the debutants had had custom white ball gowns made, and the sponsors all dressed in elaborate party dresses. My mother and Aunty Joyce were my sponsors. They had gotten a popular dress designer to make my gown. They fussed over the making of it for months. It was a full length gown with a train, and there were 10 white satin buttons on each of the sleeves from the wrists to the elbows, and 10 white satin buttons down the back of the dress even though the back plunged down to the small of my back. The front of the gown had a plunging neckline that went down to my navel. With my back and cleavage exposed there was no way I could wear a brassier. Aunty Joyce had bought me white satin pumps with four inch heels and nude white self-supporting nylons, but also insisted that I wear a white lace garter belt to hold up my nylons. She also bought pretty delicate white lace panties that would do little to hide my pussy. There was a lot of discussion about going shaved or unshaved, panties or no panties, but I asked my dress maker to come to the hotel to help dress me, so that my mother and Aunty Joyce wouldn't find out the answer to what I decided to do until later. At the ball the sponsors of the new debutants and other guests lined both sides of the hall. The chairmen of the committee stood at the head of the ballroom on stage with the orchestra. The female master at arms stood at the far end of the ballroom, just to the left of the entrance. She held a large mace that she tapped twice on the floor as each debutant stepped forward to be introduced each girl. Each girl slowly walked the length of the ballroom to curtsey before the chairman, before peeling off to the right and left to join their sponsors. In our community there were five high schools and a couple of Catholic high schools as well as a couple of other private high schools, but I was surprised that there were half a dozen girls that I actually knew. There were a couple of Catholic girls from our neighborhood that I knew, and four girls from my high school. When they saw me they gathered around me to find out when I had come out. They were shocked to hear that I had promised my mother not to have sex until the ball, and I was actually a virgin. It was amazing how fast the room learned that I was a virgin. Every woman and girl there was approaching me for a dance. Mother pointed out to me that if the chairman of the committee were to take me to her room I would be the hit of the ball and would be sought after the rest of the year. I was being propositioned with every dance. It was great fun, the women danced with me with every waltz, and the girls danced with me when they played a rock and roll number. It was great fun to line dance when they played a country number. As the party started to wind down the committee chairman approached me and introduced herself as Elizabeth Harris, while we were dancing she invited me to have a drink with her in her room. I accepted and we made our exit to the elevators. We happened to be alone on the elevator up to her floor, so she was kissing me all the way up. Her hotel room had a king sized bed, unlike the two full sized beds in my mother room. Elizabeth asked me if I'd like a drink, and when I accepted she opened the little fridge. I cautioned her that the hotel over charged for anything you use in the fridge, and she smiled at me, "Because I bring them so much business at these functions, they comp my room and anything I use." She took out a couple of 6-ounce cans of Coke and four of those little shot bottles of whisky. She took two plastic cups and added ice before pouring in a couple of shots of whisky and some of the Coke. We sat on the bed and took a couple of sips before she started talking to me. "I have been fascinated all evening by that fact that your breasts never fell out of your ball gown. How did you do that?" I chucked, "My seamstress solved that problem for me when she helped me get dressed tonight! If you help me out of the dress I will show you." Elizabeth didn't need to be asked twice. While I was unbuttoning one arm she was unbuttoning the other arm, and I turned my back to her while she unbuttoned the back of the gown. I pulled the sleeves off of my arms before she got all of the buttons because I didn't want her get the buttons open for a reason. I turned to face her as I freed my arms from the dress. The top of the gown remained in place. I peeled the dress away from each breast one at a time, to reveal that there were strips of double sided tape that had been holding the material to my flesh. I peeled the tape from my flesh. Elizabeth felt both of my tits at the same time, before she bent down to suck on my nipples. I told her, "I'm embarrassed sitting her partly naked, while you're still sitting there in your lovely gold lame gown!" With that Elizabeth stood up and unzipped the back of the gown and unfastened the halter top of the gown. The dress floated to the floor around her feet. All she had on were dark nylons and gold pumps. I must say that she had the largest perfectly shaped tits I had ever seen. Her nipples were pierced and she had gold things that looked like star fish covering her areolas held in place by bolts through her nipples. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and nothing more than a little strip above her pussy. She also had jewelry attached to the two lips of her labia minor. I was mesmerized by the sight of her body. She pulled me to my feet and I shed the ball gown. I was standing there in just the lace garter belt holding up the while nylons and the white satin pumps. My pussy was fully exposed between the white garter straps, and it was fully shaved. Elizabeth ran her hand over my smooth vulva, and stuck her middle finger between my labia minor to seek out and play with my clit. I had been the only person to ever touch my clitoris, so when she touched my clit it caused my body to quiver uncontrollably. She got excited watching me respond to her touch. She pulled me down onto the bed, and lay on top of me and started covering my face with wet kisses. She spent a lot of time feeling and sucking on my 34-C breasts. I had at least two orgasms before she ever touched my pussy. She went down on me and ate my pussy until I had so many orgasms that I actually passed out. When I recovered I started feeling her tits. As I had observed they were perfectly shaped and very firm to the touch. I was fascinated by the jewelry attached to her tits. She removed the bolts from her nipples and removed the stars, so that I toyed with her nipples, and had to comment that her breasts were perfect. She smiled and said, "They should look perfect for what I paid for them!" I was puzzled, "They aren't real?" Elizabeth said, "They are real, but I had breast implants to make them as large as they are. In my profession big tits are a plus. I'm a lesbian porn-star and producer. I would love to star you in one of my movies." "Don't you have to be 18-years-old to be in those kinds of movies?" "We can get you identification that proclaims that you are any age we want." "I would have to get my mother's permission." Elizabeth smiled, "You are precious!" and kissed me on the mouth again. This time I could taste my pussy juice all over her face. Then she placed her hands on top of my head and pushed my head down toward her cunt. This was the first time I had ever had my head that close to another-persons pussy. I had smelled my fingers after masturbating, and her pussy smelled very similar. I found it very exciting and erotic. The smell made my head spin. She had a surprisingly large clitoris. It looked like a little penis sticking out of her labia minor. I was able to suck it into my mouth, and make a lot of noise while I vibrated it between my lips. When Elizabeth went into an orgasm, she wrapped her long legs around my neck and locked them. I was almost being smothered by her wet pussy. When she finished cumming she released my head, and we sprawled out on the bed next to each other, while we recovered. We were to repeat that act several times that night. The most shocking thing Elizabeth did to me was to roll me over onto my tummy, and spread my butt and stick her nose and tongue into my asshole. I had no idea that I could have an orgasm from that sort of activity. She didn't give me an option when she wanted her asshole licked. She sat on my face, and wiggled her ass around until my nose and tongue were buried in her asshole until she let me know she was having an orgasm, but she almost smothered me when she sat down on my face with all of her weight. In the morning we cleaned up, and eventually we got dressed and I took Elizabeth down to my mother's and Joyce's room. We walked in on them just waking up. Mom was in bed with one of the girls that had been a deb a couple of years ago. Joyce was in bed with one of the Catholic girls I knew. Joyce still had a strap-on dildo attached to her hips. It was obvious that she had fucked the girl with it. I set about removing my ball dress and boxing it up. I changed into casual attire. I chose to wear nude nylons with cork wedge sandals, a skirt made to look like blue jean, and a baby blue T-strap tank top. I didn't bother putting on any underwear. When everyone had dressed we went down to the dining room for breakfast. I'm sure any civilians in the dining room thought that there must have been wedding last night, seeing one of the young woman dressed in white ball gown. We had a big meal as other members of the party filed in to join us. They had to add tables, but eventually had to sit other party members at other tables. We had to say our goodbyes to Elizabeth and the girls eventually. We gathered up our luggage, paid our bill with a credit card, and headed home. I was carrying on about what had taken place. I also told them about Elizabeth's proposition. They both knew about her occupation, but they were not sure they were willing to let me make videos with her. True to their prediction, our phone already had half a dozen messages on our machine. The women were all asking for dates with me, or they were asking my mother for play dates with them and their daughters. Aunt Joyce made a careful list of the calls. Mother and Joyce discussed the offers. The ones they knew got priority consideration. I also got to state my preferences when it came to the girls. I was reluctant to date girls from school that were known lesbians, because if they got too friendly with me, I would be a suspect, and that was not the kind of attention I wanted. We waited a couple of days before we started even returning calls. The women that had girls were given fist consideration. I wanted to talk to the two Catholic girls, because I wanted to find out if they had ever had sex with any of the nuns. My mother was just as curious as I was, so we called the woman that had called on behalf of the blonde headed Catholic School girl. We made a date to have them over. The next evening we were waiting for them to arrive. A Dodge minivan arrived at the appointed hour. I went out to greet them. The woman that was driving was a woman with short gray hair dressed rather simply with a Navy blue skirt, ankle socks, white blouse, and Navy knit sweater. The girl was dressed in her school uniform with the short pleated gray and blue skirt and a blue blazer emblazoned with the school crest. I hugged her and mother hugged the older woman. We waited until we were inside before making the introductions. The girl's name was Kathy O'Connell and the woman was Sister Mary Ester. I was disappointed that she didn't come in her habit. Mom took the blonde aside before taking her to her bedroom. I took the nun to the guest bedroom. I wanted to learn all about her. She told me that she had never had sex with anyone until she became a novice. Apparently the mother superior of her order took her under her wing and taught her what the term special friend meant. By the time she took her vows she had become a dedicated lesbian. When she became a teacher she couldn't resist it when some of the precocious girls flirted with her. Over the years she admitted that she had presented more than 20 girls at "The Girls in White" coming out. I asked her about the girl she had brought this year. She said that she lived with an aunt that had been one of the girls she had presented more than twenty years ago. She invited me to come to the school next evening and she would show me around. I led her to my bedroom and I was impressed with how smooth and supple her skin was for a woman her age. I learned from her that her sisters never shaved their bodies, so she had a natural feminine odor. We spent the evening exploring each other's bodies. I must say I did enjoy sucking the pussy and tits of an elderly nun, and she proved to be an excellent lover. When my mother was finished entertaining Kathy the nun took her home to her aunt, I promised to visit her the next evening about 7:00 pm. I was at the receptionist desk at the appointed hour asking to see Sister Mary Ester. The nun at the desk made a phone call, and it didn't take long for Sister Mary Ester to step off the elevator. She was in the full habit of her order. She welcomed me with a warm hug, and le me to the elevator. We got off on the second floor. I asked if it was necessary to have an elevator to get to the second floor. Sister Mary Ester told me that there were some nuns old enough to have trouble walking. We walked down the hall with door to rooms on either side. Most were closed, but there were some that were open. I was able see the Spartan room. The only furniture consisted of a twin sized bed fitting for an Army barracks, a simple dresser- drawers, without a mirror and a wardrobe for what few clothing changes they had. She explained the sin of vanity was not part of a nun's way of life. Some of the young nuns were sitting on straight back wooden chairs read. If they were partly undressed all they had on was cheap cotton chemises that looked more like granny nightgowns. Sister Mary Ester explained that the rough white unbleached chemise is the only under garment worn by the nuns in her order. I immediately pictured then working all without brassieres or panties. I was excited about finding out if that were true. Before we entered her room she pointed out that the bathrooms and showers were at the end of the hall. She also told me that the third floor was a dorm for the few girls that were boarded there. That way if any girl tried to seek out that had to go through the second floor nun's quarters. Her room looked just like all of the other rooms. The only decoration on the wall was a crucifix and the reprint of a picture of the Holy Mother Mary. She invited me to sit on her bed, while she proceeded to remove her habit. She removed some pins from under the fold of the black head covering. Then she untied the stiffly starched white collar. Then she untied the back of the white cotton head covering at the back of her head that covered all but her face. Her hair was matted and moist from sweating under the head covering. The next step was to remove the heavy wool black habit. She removed her rosary from under the sash cord around her waist. Next she untied the top of the robe, and proceeded to pull it over her head. Like the other nuns she was wearing a simple white cotton chemise that extended well below her knees. To satisfy my curiosity she pulled the thing over her head, before sitting down on her wooden chair. I was still impressed with her body, regardless of her age her skin was a smooth creamy white. I could even see a blemish, like a mole. Her pubic hair was thinning and graying though. She bade me to stand. When I stood up, I was almost standing between her legs as she sat in her chair. She helped me remove my clothes. We spent a pleasant evening making love to each other. I molded me breasts with my hands and sucked on her breasts. She did the same things breasts, and complimented me on what pretty breasts I had. She took charge and positioned me on my back, so that she could go down on me and eat my pussy. By the time I was ready to cum I was slapping her ears with my thighs. I rolled her over and spread her legs before studying what her pussy looked like. It was fortunate that she didn't have hairy legs, because she didn't shave her underarms and pussy. Her pubic hair was still dark, but there were gray hairs in her bush. I parted her labia to get a look at her clitoris and vagina. The clit wasn't any different from any other clit I had seen to that date. I could see the remnants of ragged flesh where her hymen had been, and even see the lining of her vagina and the bulge of her cervix. The good nun grew impatient with me my studying her pussy and placed her hands on the back of my head, and pulled my face against her cunt. I ate her pussy, while the nun praised my efforts with loving words that thrilled me. When we were finished we got dressed and she walked me to the door. I was a little embarrassed at the knowing looks I got from the nuns in the hall and the receptionist. That was just the beginning of a lifelong pursuit of pussy. 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.