Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2018 17:26:14 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Kakduru and Sibel (Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/f) Adult Youth, oral anal, F/f 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. Kakduru and Sibel By Jan I came from the sea front community of Trieste, Italy. But I met a darling young woman named Sibel (Cybele) from Assos, Turkey. Another sea front community on the southeast tip of Turkey. It had been an ancient city of the Greeks. The Island of Lesbos is just a few kilometers southeast off the coast of Assos. Assos is a pretty little village with a man-made harbor that is the port for fishermen and pleasure craft. Even though same sex marriages are illegal in Turkey. The locals are more liberal, so Sibel and I are a married couple as far as far as they are concerned. I met Sibel while attending college in California. I was seeking my Ph.D. at the University of California at Los Angles (UCLA). I was a lesbian and I was so taken by the beauty of Sibel that I couldn't resist seducing her. I was 22-years-old and she was just 16-years-old. She was living with her parents near the campus and I met her at a local restaurant. I was sitting at a table by myself and studying while eating dinner, when I noticed the stunning girl with long satiny black hair and an olive completion enter. The restaurant was crowed, as she stood there looking for a place to sit. I closed my text book, stood up and motioned for her to join me. Before she sat down I held out my hand and shook her hand and told her, "My name is Kakduru" and motioned for her to sit. She gave me a pleasant smile with white teeth. "Hi my name is Cybele." I recognized the accent and we went on about where we were from. I had been there as a child and loved the community. I was so attracted to her I didn't want to lose contact with her. I offered to give her a guided tour of the campus. After the tour I asked her about the movies she enjoyed and invited her to accompany me to the big screen theater near the campus. We began seeing movies together every week. I spent all of my free time with her. I did my best to endear myself with her, without tipping her off that I was a true dyke. It was a herculean effort to hide the fact that I was doing my best seduce her without tipping my hand off prematurely. I courted her for two years. When she was graduation from Santa Monica High School she was accepted to UCLA. In our excitement we partied in anticipation of us rooming together. I invited her to accompany me to the Santa Monica beach that weekend. She accepted ad I picked her up in my old Fiat Abarth because it was Italian and cheap. The beach during the summer has a long hot white sandy beach. It is a long walk from the parking lot to the surf. It can be very crowed though. It was my intention was to seduce her. I did my best to befriend her and endear myself to her. I sought out her feelings about a number of issues before asking her feelings about gays and lesbians. She was innocent about political issues but she expressed ambulance about gay issues. She casually mentioned, "I don't even know any gays or lesbians. I was tempted to say, "Now you do" but I restrained myself. We stayed on the beach long enough to get a mild sun burn before I suggested that we better leave. While driving back to my place we talked no stop. I placed my hand on her thigh as soon at I shifted the car into high gear. She didn't object. I suggested that she shower at my apartment before we get dinner and I return her to her home. She agreed without question. I had been admiring her figure and wanted to see her totally naked. When we got to my apartment door, we shook off as much sand as we could before we entered the apartment. We went directly to my bedroom and removed our blouses and our bikinis. I could hardly contain my excitement at the sight of her firm 36-C breasts with chocolate areolas and nipples. Her vulva had a natural triangle of straight black hair. I wanted to kiss her pussy but I restrained myself. When she stepped into the shower I followed her under the spray of cool water. I offered to soap her body for her, as an excuse to feel her body. She giggled innocently but didn't resist as I started using my hands to soap up her body. I stared with her shoulders and back before I reached around her body and started soaping up her chest with my hands. As I leaned over her shoulder and kissed her neck my hands moved down to mold her breasts. She just stood there and turned her head as if she was going to say something. That was when I kissed her on the mouth and stuck my tongue into her mouth. She surrendered to me completely, so we rinsed off the soap and headed to the bedroom dripping water. I kissed her and felt her body before sucking on her breasts. I couldn't atop myself from going down on her and eating her pussy until she had a strong orgasm. I lay with her and hugged her while she calmed down. When she got her breath back she admitted that she had ben in love with me for a long time but feared that I would reject her if she told me how much she loved me. We were roommates and lovers while I completed my Ph.D. and she received her Bachelor's Degree. We got married before we returned to Assos to live. Turkey doesn't recognize gay marriages, so we are not able to adopt children as a couple. At least our neighbors accept us as a couple. We enjoy having meals as the sun sets in the west taking to our friends near the water front. We take boat trips across the channel to the Isle of Lesbos as much as ten times a year. There is a ritual we perform to consummate our way of life. We rent a charming apartment to reenact our marriage to each other. The apartment is located on a steep bluff so no one can look into our windows, so we leave the shitters open so we can enjoy the view while we remove our clothes and drinking wine from each other's bodies before we make love to each other. I suck on her breasts before feeding her my own nipples. I love every inch of her body. I spend so much time licking her pussy and asshole that she has so many orgasms she is physically exhausted before I strap-on my dildo and fuck her. When I want her to eat my pussy I have to be on top. I make her lay on her back so that I can straddle her head and grind my pussy and asshole into her face. If I'm facing her head I cling to her hair and rubbed her face against my cunt. If I'm facing her body I play with her tits and pussy. I have to admit that I am the alpha member in our relationship. Sibel is my wife. I am almost always the indictor of sex between us. She enjoys me fucking her with a strap-on dildo that had a device that allows me to fuck her and when she had an orgasm I can squeeze a bulb that ejects a preloaded liquid into her vagina. For us true love can only be appreciated between two women. It is not that we hate males we have close friends that are males. I don't think you can call us feminist at all. Although I have never cheated on Sibel I do have strong feelings for young teenaged girls. I can't help admiring those sweet young golden-brown girls parading on the beaches. They do inspire us to retreat to our apartment to talk about the physical attributes while we suck each other's pussy. 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.