Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2013 14:48:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: A Granny's Dyke Daughter (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, g/g.., g/FFF) 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 to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. A Granny's Dyke Daughter By Jan I must admit that sex always fascinated me. I was checking out the crotches of my girl playmates as far back as I can remember. By the time I was in first grade I was pulling down the panties of my playmates and playing with their pussies. I had been caught and punished for my behavior several times but couldn't stop. There was only one woman in the neighborhood that didn't get upset with my behavior - that was Mrs. Hattie Williams. This woman was actually old enough to be my grandmother. She was a sweet looking woman that was only about five-foot two, light brown hair that was just starting to turn gray. She had hazel eyes that twinkled when she was being mischievous. She had large comforting breasts, and a round tummy. Everything about her was comforting. As sweet looking as she was, she was able to cuss as good as any drunken sailor. She was a widow with five grown children. She had three sons that were married and had children of their own. One of her daughters was also married with children. The youngest daughter was not married and lived with her mother. I used to visit Hattie regularly just to talk to her. She was the kind of woman I wished was my grandmother or even mother. She spoke frankly with a risqué vocabulary. We would sit in her kitchen drinking tea or coffee, while I told her about my latest run-in with my parents and my inability to please them. Hattie never condemned me for my inability to behave properly. Whenever I told her about some girl's parents catching me inspecting their crotches she didn't reproach me for my conduct. She told me that her youngest daughter, Roberta, was a confirmed lesbian. I had been called that by my parents and the parents of the girls I had been caught playing with. I didn't know what the word meant, but was sure it was not nice. I was eleven years old when I read about what lesbians were in a book dedicated to sexual psychology. After reading several clinical studies about lesbian behavior I assumed I was a lesbian. I asked Hattie, "Did you punish Roberta for being a lesbian?" Hattie said, "I did punish her at first, but eventually I gave up and accepted the fact that she was not going to change. I figured it was better to allow her to bring home her girlfriends, than to drive her way. If she brought her girlfriends home I knew she wasn't doing drugs, and having sex with unclean girls." Most of the time when I was visiting Hattie, Roberta was upstairs sleeping. I found out she was a bartender in a lesbian bar. I rarely saw her, and that was usually when she was going off to work. Normally I didn't have much of a look at her as she headed for the door on her way to her car. It was not until summertime that I ever saw her bare arms. She had on a tank top over jeans. I thought it was weird to see a girl with tattoos on her arms. Another time I saw her heading out the door with another girl about her age, and I assumed that was her girlfriend. Hattie told me, "That's Roberta's latest girlfriend. I like her, because she is so sweet. She is such a nice looking girl, dresses like a college girl; no one would ever suspect that she is a lesbian if you didn't see her with a dyke like Roberta." It was strange listening to Hattie talk about her own daughter being so openly gay, but I was used to her salty language. It surprised me when she casually said, "If you want to find out if you're a lesbian you should get to know Roberta. It wouldn't take long for you to find out if you really are into pussy." It embarrassed me to have Hattie tell me that her daughter could help me find out if I truly was a lesbian. It did make me think about the prospect of having sex with an older woman. Roberta was an attractive woman, even if she looked like she could handle herself in a street fight. I knew that she had every other Sunday off along with Mondays. I knew that she woke up between 10 or 11 am on Sunday mornings, so I made a point to visit Hattie the next Sunday morning before 10 am. I was having coffee with Hattie when Roberta made her appearance, still a little sleepy. All she had on was a black T-shirt with a silk screen picture of K.D. Lang on a Harley Davidson with a sexy girl on the back seat. The T-shirt barely covered Roberta's crotch, and from where I sat I could see the patch of dark brown pubic hair every time she lifted her arm to take a drag on her cigarette. Roberta simply went to the stove to pour herself a cup of coffee. She brought it to the table and put a couple of teaspoons of sugar in her cup. While she stirred the coffee she looked at me, "Your name is Carla, isn't it?" All I said was, "Yeah." "Mom tells me that you think you are a lesbian! If you're serious about wanting to discover if you are or not, and promise not to say anything I'm willing to help you find out. If you tell anyone, I could go to jail for a long time!" "I placed my hand on top of hers and said, "I promise that I will never tell anyone about what you teach me!" Roberta took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I looked at Hattie, and she had a sweet smile on her face, as Roberta led me up the stairs. When we entered Roberta's bedroom I saw that the bed was unmade. Roberta told me, Take off your clothes, that way you can never say I forced you!" All I had on was a faded brown T-shirt with the two letters of the M & M brand of candy emblazoned on the front right where my breasts were starting to bud. My light tan cut-off jeans were so short that the front pockets showed below the frayed legs. I used my toes to kick off my cross trainer shoes, and ankle socks. I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I pulled open the button of my pants and pulled down the short zipper. My jeans were as tight as a second skin. My panties were old but they were so tight that they crept up between my labia major, creating that popular cameltoe look! Afterwards I sat on the bed. The bed was still warm from Roberta's body and smelled of her body. She was not the type to wear perfume, but she smelled like soap, booze and sweat. I sat there watching Roberta pull that faded T-shirt over her head. She had rather small breasts for a woman her age. I figured they were only a B cup. Her areolas were almost as large as her breasts. The nipples were large though. She was a slender woman, with wide hips. Daylight passed between her thighs even when she had her legs closed. The dark brown pubic hair was thick, and when she lifted her arms I saw that there was plenty of underarm hair. I couldn't help studying all of the tattoos on her body. They were very colorful. It was as if she were two personalities fighting. She had a portrait of a very attractive girl on one shoulder. Roberta told me that she was her first love. On the other shoulder was a very colorful group of tropical flowers. On her back was a very pretty winged angel in a delicate robe. On her thigh was an evil looking dragon in dark shades of black. There was a geometric black tramp stamp on the small of her back. I wondered why she would want so many tattoos on her body. Roberta volunteered to tell ne each tattoo was to commemorate an event in her life. The dragon was when she caught her first love fucking another woman. She also told me that her friends call her Rob. It seemed appropriate that she use a male name, even if she didn't really look like a man. Rob sat on the foot of her bed facing me with her legs crossed in front of her like a sitting Buddha. With her legs spread like that, her pussy was spread a little, and I could see her clitoris showing through her parted pubic hair. She saw where my eyes were drawn, and said, "I will teach you how to please a woman, baby!" She took me into her arms and hugged me while she kissed me on the mouth. She captured my tongue and sucked on it. The kiss was enough to excite me beyond my wildest dreams. She eventually lowered me onto the bed, so that she could make love to me. She ran her lips and hands all over my body, while she told me how to kiss and suck on a girl's neck. She told me that I would be able to feel the heart beat through the carotid artery. She was feeling my small breasts while she sucked on my neck. It reminded me of all of the Dracula movies I had seen. I had thought those scenes were very erotic and now her kiss was making me tingle all over. She worked her way down to my little budding tits. She sucked on my nipples until that felt like they were about to bleed. Right when I thought I was going to squirt, she interrupted the action. I was about to beg her not to stop, when she said, "Some women are into feet." She sat up and positioned herself at the foot of the bed. She picked up my right leg and told me, "Some women like their toes sucked." She started sucking on my toes, before she licked the bottom of my feet. That tickled me so much I almost peed. She did the same thing to the other foot. Then she felt my calf. "Some women enjoy the feel of lips on their legs, especially the inside of their thighs." With that she kissed my calves, switching back and forth from one leg to the other. When she started kissing, licking and sucking on my inner thighs I did pee a little. She worked her way up my legs until she was kissing the ligaments attaching my legs to my pussy mound. She commented, "It has been a long time since I tasted such a young pussy. I love the look of your pussy with the newly grown hairs! Sucking pussy is an art form all its own. You will find that some women have a clitoris no bigger than yours is now, and there are some actually as large as a small boy's dick. You will find that sucking the inner labia into your mouth and pulling on the skin will stimulate the woman as much as actually sucking on her clit." When her lips actually touched my pussy I squirted pee in her face. I thought she would be furious, but she lapped up my salty pee with gusto. She captured my little clit between her lips by pressing on both sides of my labia major, forcing my clit to pop up. She sucked on my clit hungrily until I actually passed out. It only lasted a short time, but when I opened my eyes, she was hovering over me kissing my eyes. I must say her bed was wet from my sweat. I felt like every muscle was made of lead. It took all of my energy to move my legs. My breathing was labored for a short while. I wondered if I should make love to Rob like she had just done to me. When I recovered I rolled over and kissed Rob on the mouth. I felt my slimy pussy juice all over Rob's face and smelled the odor of my pussy. Rob simply wrapped her arms around me as I started kissing her and sucking on her tongue. Her tits were not much bigger than mine but I did love feeling them. True to her word I felt the blood rushing through her neck. When she lifted her arm out from under my head, I couldn't resist smelling her underarm. I licked the hair like she had licked my pussy. I copied everything Rob had done to me. I even sucked her toes and the soles of her feet, before nibbling on her inner thighs. It was strange rubbing my face against the first hairy pussy I had ever kissed. The hair was coarse and felt like I was rubbing my face against steel wool to some extent. By the time I had brought Rob to an orgasm my face was rubbed raw enough to make my face red. When she recovered we eventually got dressed to rejoin Hattie downstairs. Hattie had iced tea ready for us when we joined her. She was seated at the table with glasses placed before the chairs for us. She had that same warm smile on her face that she had the other day. While we sipped our tea she casually said, "Honey, I think you better wash your face before you go home. I'm sure I blushed. Rob placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a good squeeze. "Mom has been impatiently waiting to find out if you have discovered if you are a true woman's woman!" My eyes flittered between mother and daughter to see if they were making fun of me. They were both smiling, but there was no animosity visible on their faces. I wasn't sure how I should respond. All I could say was, "It was the most thrilling thing I have ever done!" "Does that mean you are going to come back for more?" Rob asked. I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say, but I had to say something. "I will come back of course!" I did visit the bathroom to wash my face. I saw my face in the mirror and realized that my face was still flushed from rubbing my face against Rob's pussy. All I could hope was that I wouldn't run into my parents on my way back into my house. Fortunately for me they were not home when I got home. By the time they got home my skin was back to normal. The next morning I was up and dressed in the same clothes I had on the previous day. I was out the door shortly after my parents were off to work. I entered Hattie's back door as usual. Hattie was just making coffee when I entered. She had on her normal house dress with the light blue flowers covering it. The old house slippers made a shuffling sound like the sound of sandpaper on wood as she went about preparing breakfast. She greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss. "Do you want to have breakfast with Roberta and me?" "Yes, of course!" "Why don't you go up and wake up Roberta. Be sure and bring her down right away, breakfast will be ready by the time you come down." I ran up the stairs and busted into Rob's bedroom without knocking. Rob was sprawled out on the bed totally naked and the covers were kicked off. I couldn't resist sitting on the side of the bed, and tracing the outline of the dragon on her thigh and hip. That woke her up from a sound sleep slowly. She opened her eyes and reached up to grasp me by the shoulders and pulled me down to plant a wet kiss on my mouth. She had morning breath that was foul, but after she kissed me for a while I didn't notice the smell all that much. When we broke the kiss I told her, "Hattie has breakfast ready, you need to put something on and come down stairs with me." Rob stretched and slowly sat up. She rubbed her tits and crotch, "Don't you want to play with me first?" She tried to pull me down onto the bed. I resisted, "Your mother is making breakfast for us. Get up!" She eventually got up and led me into the bathroom, so that I could watch her brush her teeth. Of course she had to pee as well. When she was finished she stopped long enough to put on that same T-shirt from the other day. We went downstairs together. The table was set for three and the kitchen smelled of coffee, toast, eggs and bacon. Hattie asked me if I would like milk or coffee. I opted for milk this time, because we were eating. Hattie didn't say anything about the way Roberta was dressed. When she sat down on the maple kitchen chair the T-shirt rode up almost to her waist. Her pussy was completely visible, along with that dragon tattoo. There was the good morning greetings exchanged, as Roberta poured herself a cup of coffee and sweetened it. Hattie brought us a platter of buttered toast, and another platter of fried eggs and bacon. We each had a couple of eggs and strips of bacon. They carried on a conversation as casually as if this was the normal way they started their day. Hattie eventually asked, "What are you going to do with Carla today?" Roberta looked up at her mother with innocent eyes, "I was thinking about showing Carla how women fuck each other1" Hattie chuckled, "Don't talk so nasty!" Roberta took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. She kissed me on the mouth in front of her mother, and placed her hand on my butt as she ushered me up the stairs. I heard Hattie filling the sink to wash dishes as we headed up the stairs. When Roberta removed my clothes this time she was pleased to see that I hadn't bothered to put on panties. I had even taken the time to shave all of my pubic hair off of my pussy. Rob couldn't resist kneeling between my legs and sucking my pussy like crazy. When I cried out that I was cumming, she sat back on her heels to watch my face as I had a strong orgasm. While I recovered Roberta got up and retrieved a couple of items from her bedside table. There was no mistaking what one item was, it looked like a flesh colored cock at least seven inches long. It was fitted into a harness to strap the dildo to her body. The other item looked like a clear plastic potato masher that tapered from a round blunt end to at least seven inches around, then it choked down to about an inch around, then flared out to form a base. I had to ask what that thing was. She told me it was a butt plug. That bit of information had to be absorbed. The name said so much but I couldn't believe anything that big could fit in any asshole. Rob greased my pussy and asshole up with some sort of lubricant. She stepped into the harness and tightened the straps up good and tight. It looked so strange to see a woman with a flesh colored replica of a man's cock sticking out in front of her body. Then she placed me on the side of her bed, and took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs up like a mother changing a baby's diaper. Only she was not putting a diaper on me. She placed the tip of that butt plug against the opening of my ass. She twisted it as she inserted it. When my asshole stretched to accommodate the plug it then closed in around the tapered base. There was no way that plug was going to come out without a lot of effort. Tears were flowing out of my eyes, and down the sides of my head making my ears wet. Eventually I got used to the thing in my ass. When I stopped whining about the plug Rob mounted me like a man would, and shoved the rubber dildo into my vagina. She fucked me slowly at first, but when I got used to it she started fucking me faster and harder. Right when I was getting close to cumming the bedroom door opened and Hattie walked into the bedroom. There was nothing I could do. I was impaled by a large dildo and I wasn't sure that moving around would cause me a lot of pain with that plug up my ass. All I could do was lay there watching Hattie as she unbuttoned her dress and opened it like a robe. I watched as she started rubbing her crotch and massaging her breasts one at a time. Her heavy breasts sagged half way down to her waist. She was able to lift them one at a time and suck on her own nipples. She approached the bed, and while Rob continued fucking me Hattie bent over my head and her breasts brushed my face. I opened my mouth and took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it hard. I was so carried away that I had several orgasms in quick succession. The day was spent with Hattie and Rob taking turns sitting on my face, or sucking my pussy. They also took turns fucking me. I almost forgot about the butt plug up my ass. By the time I had to go home I was exhausted. The two of them even had to bathe me in their tub. It was great that it was summer, because I slept in the next day until noon. I'm sure my mother thought I was sick. I was in no hurry to return to Hattie's house right away. I lounged around the house resting while listening to music and reading an erotic book about lesbian sex. When the sun started to set and the air cooled off, I knew Rob would have gone to work. I simply told my mother that I wanted to visit Hattie, before making my way to the back door. I found Hattie sitting in the air-conditioned living room, sitting in her favorite chair, reading a book. She simple looked up, smiled at me and sat the book down as she patted her lap. I turned my back to her and sat on her lap with my legs dangling over the arm of the recliner. Hattie wrapped an arm around my waist, while she placed the other hand on the inside of my thigh. I wrapped both arms around her neck and kissed her on the mouth. We sucked each other's tongue for a long time. I also told her, "Hattie, I do love you!" She unbuttoned the top of her house dress and pulled both tits out for me to play with and suck on her nipples, while she stroked my pantyless crotch. She played with my hairless pussy and stimulated my clit until I came. I slid off her lap in front of her chair. I started unbuttoning her house dress from the bottom while she started unbuttoning the dress from where she had left off earlier. When we got her dress unbuttoned, Hattie flung her thick legs over the arms of the chair and moved her butt to the edge of the chair. That placed her in a reclining position. I studied her pussy very carefully, by using my hands to rub her pussy. I found that her vulva was puffy, she obviously didn't shave her hair, but there wasn't a lot of hair down there. She told me that when she was younger there had been more hair. Her pussy was moist and sweaty, and I could smell her strong womanly odor. It had the effect of making my mouth water in anticipation. As I opened my mouth to taste my beloved granny I looked up at her eyes, and she had a sweet smile on her face. She placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled my head between her legs. I loved the taste of her salty flesh. I made love to her like I was praying before the alter of love. With Hattie's butt so close to the edge of the chair and her legs draped over the arms of the chair her buttocks were fully exposed, and there was only the narrow perineum that separated her vagina from her anus. I couldn't resist smelling her asshole, after that I licked her asshole. My actions elicited an immediate response from Hattie in the form of obscene words demanding that I keep tongue fucking her ass. While she recovered from her orgasm, I had time to think about where we were going. I realized that if I kept spending so much time with Hattie that my mother would eventually get suspicious about what I was doing, if she wasn't already wondering what I was up to. It didn't take long before my fears were confirmed. Dad often went fishing with his old college buddies, and it wasn't very long before one of his trips came up. I didn't think much about it at the time. It never occurred to me that my mother would invite Hattie over to talk to her about me. When I got home from school I had planned to change clothes before making an excuse for visiting Hattie after dinner, only when I entered the house I heard voices coming from the kitchen area. I followed the sound to the dining area next to the kitchen. When I entered I saw Hattie and Mother sitting at the table with coffee cups in front of them. They were having a serious discussion, and my entrance interrupted their conversation. Mom told me, "Honey, go change clothes and join us!" I was filled with trepidation as I went to my room and dropped my book bag. I had planned to change into shorts and tank top, without panties, but I decided that would not be wise under the circumstances. I selected clean shorts and T-shirt that would not offend my mother. After putting my school clothes in the hamper, I made my way slowly downstairs to join them. I reluctantly took a seat at the table, and waited for the boom to drop. Mother said, "Hattie and I have spent the day talking about you." I thought, oh...here it comes. Mother continued talking, "I know that Hattie's youngest daughter is a lesbian, and wanted to ask her advice about your repeatedly being caught with your hands in the panties of your playmates. Hattie has been very helpful. She assures me that you may change your ways as you grow older. She told me that her oldest daughter was the one to seduce the younger one, but the older daughter changed her ways when she discovered boys." I sat there stunned by the casual way Mother was talking about sex to me for the first time. I kept looking back and forth at Hattie and Mom. Mom said, "Hattie has suggested that we allow Roberta to introduce you to some women with daughters that are into gay sex, that way we won't have indignant parents crying for you to be arrested for corrupting their daughters." I was stunned beyond belief, my mother was actually suggesting that I meet other gay girls. I was stunned at the idea that I was going to be allowed to party with girls my age. I hardly heard the rest of the conversation. Eventually I understood that I was going to be allowed to spend the night in Hattie's guest room, and Roberta was going to visit Mom when she got home after the bar closed. I was told to go upstairs and pack school clothes for tomorrow and prepare to spend the night at Hattie's because it would be embarrassing for Mother to talk to Roberta with me in the house. When I returned downstairs with my book pack in hand, it was obvious that Mother was nervous. Hattie suggested that they play cards to pass the time. It was a good thing they were not playing for money, because Mother's mind was not in the game. They paused long enough to prepare dinner. I did my homework when they returned to their card game. When it was my bedtime, Hattie told me to go next door and get ready for bed. I went next door and took a shower, brushed my teeth and went to bed in Hattie's bed. I was sound asleep, and hardly noticed when Hattie got in bed with me. I simply wrapped my legs around one of her plump thighs and placed my right hand on her left tit. I was sound asleep shortly after kissing her. Hattie woke me up with a kiss and a quick finger fucking. While I got ready for school Hattie made breakfast for us. My school day was a blur. I went right to Hattie's because Roberta was still visiting Mother. It was much later that I found out what took place the night I slept with Hattie. Apparently after Roberta got home she showered and changed clothes to get the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke off before coming over to talk to Mother. (I had slept through everything.) Roberta was introduced to Mother by Hattie before she came home to get in bed with me. Roberta assured Mother that if I were a lesbian it would not be the end of the world. I could have a lasting relationship with someone of my choice if I wanted that. It took a while before Roberta could convince my mother that the world would not come to an end if I was gay. Roberta suggested that my mother might understand me better if she found out what it was like to have sex with a woman. Mother eventually relented and agreed to try it. They went to Mom's bedroom. It must have been embarrassing for Mother to undress in front of a strange woman, but she managed to take her clothes off. I'm sure she was shocked to see all of the tattoos on Roberta's body, and it must have been disconcerting to see all of the body hair on Roberta. I don't think my mother ever went three days without shaving her legs and underarms. From what I was told Roberta made love to my mother the same way she did me. I wondered how my mother liked the way Roberta licked her feet and sucked her toes. At any rate by the time Mother had her first orgasm she must have been satisfied, but Roberta didn't quit there, she made love to Mother again and again. I was told Mother had four orgasms before they fell asleep. They were still asleep when I got home from school. Mother must have enjoyed her first lesbian experience, because she had Roberta over every minute she was not at work until my father came home. She never reprimanded me about sex again. True to her word Roberta did introduce me to several women with young girls about my age. There was one in particular that became close friends with me. She was a year older than me, and we were in the same school. Mother never objected to me sleeping over with her. I'm sure she thought the two of us were sucking pussy, but in reality I was sucking both the mother's and daughter's pussy. One day when Dad was away on business I came home from school to find Roberta in bed with Mother. They were both sweaty from having sex with each other. I was about to excuse myself and leave, but Roberta stopped me. When I came closer they both reached out and took my hands. They pulled me towards them. They had me sit between them on the couch. I sat there in wonder as they undressed me. That afternoon I felt the pleasure of Roberta eating my pussy while my mother sat on my face. I never looked back. From that day on I never feared bringing home a girlfriend to have sex with. Sometimes I would bring home mothers and daughters, so Mother could party with the three of us. If you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.