Date: Fri, 31 May 2019 10:05:42 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Karen (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, g/g, g/gggf, f.F) Adult Youth, oral anal, g/g, g/gggf, 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. Karen By Jan When I was a young girl my family lived in Northridge, California. The area part of the San Fernando Valley and is bounded on the north by the 118 Freeway, roughly by the 101 Freeway on the south, the 405 Freeway on the east, and Highway 27 0n the west. My parents named me Karen and I was a skinny, bean pole, and a blue-eyed blonde. As a youngster, my mother hired a woman to babysit for me while she held down a job. She comforted me by baring a breast and pulling my head down to suck on her nipples. The babysitter entertained me by slipping her hand in my panties and stroking my bald pussy. Eventually, she got around to taking off her panties and holding my head against her pussy and humping my face until she experienced orgasms. By the time I started school my best friend was a girl named Charlie, and she was not as tall as me. She had a playhouse and we would play 'Mommy and Daddy'.' We would hug and kiss each other. Eventually, we would lay on the floor of the playhouse and rub our pussies against each-other. As we approached puberty, we had small tits, and she was a brunette with gray eyes. She and I often slept over at each other's home. I had a bunk bed in my bedroom. When she was staying overnight at my house, I allowed her to sleep in the bunker bunk. We were preteens one night when she climbed down and joined me in the lower bunk. We were wearing thin shorty nightgowns. Upon joining me she initiated kissing and hugging me. Once I got past her bad breath, I enjoyed the passionate tongue kissing. We didn't have much in the way of much we could call breasts, but we both were breathing hard from the stimulating each other's nipples. Our nighties had ridden up and our crotches were exposed and we placed our hands on each other's pussies and thrilled at the feeling of our fingers stimulated each other's clitoris. After that first time, we indulged in mutual masturbation every chance we got. I only ended when my family moved to Riverside County. I became a bit of a bad girl after that. There was a group of about five of us girls that were smoking cigarettes and drinking whatever we could steal from our parent's alcohol supply. The oldest member had a driver's license, so we would all pile into her car and we would drive out of town where we could park on a hill and b assured no one could see what we were doing or we would drive to a deserted horse stable where we could use the abandoned farmhouse or the barn. We would drink and in a playful mood, we would take off our clothes and engage in a variety of sex. The oldest one got old of a latex rubber dildo and we took turns taking each other's virginity. When my parents relocated to Palm Springs, I had to make new friends. One of the girls that befriended me had an interesting mother. One day when I went to their house looking for Gina and her mother answered the door. She informed me that Gina was not at home. She invited me in to keep her company. Mrs. Falabrino was only wearing a pink slip in her bare feet. I could see the dark shadow between her legs that made it obvious that she didn't have panties on. I had the feeling that she was going to hit on me, and the idea appealed to me. She led me into the living room. The air- conditioned house was comfortably cool compared to the 100 degrees outdoors. She invited me to have a drink and she invited me to join her in taking a few hits on a bong. It took a about a half hour before I felt any effects. Suddenly the room got darker and I felt like I was dislocated from my body. I was in a state of euphoria. When Mrs. Falabrino ran her fingertips up my arm, I simply grinned at her like a Cheshire cat. It was like stop action as she leaned close and kissed me on the mouth. I opened my mouth as if I was going to say something, but she stuck her tongue into my mouth. As she breathed through her nose her breath felt cold on my cheek. While she was wiggling her tongue in my mouth, her hand rested on my 36-C breast. I leaned back against the back of the couch and pulled her with me. She didn't break contact with my mouth as she moved over my body. I could feel her big heavy breasts pressing against my own tits. I even wished that I hadn't worn a bra. Just when I thought he was going to rip my clothes off, she stood up and pulled the slip over her head. I was almost drooling t the sigh of her body. I have always been attracted to Mediterranean women. Her family came from Palermo, Sicily, so she was one of those women that naturally look like she has a glorious tan. Herr wavy hair has a dark auburn hue. Her big brown eyes were so expressive. There was no way she could hide her emotions. Her skin was almost flawless. There was one dark brown mark on her arm that was the decadence of a burn some time ago. When the nightgown was removed her heavy breasts sagged. It was hard to believe that she didn't have breast implants. The dimpled areolas were as big around as the palm of my hand and were a milk chocolate color. Just as I had surmised, she was not wearing panties. Being a curvaceous woman, her hips were wide and her pubic hair was very dark and she must have had a bikini wax job from the look of the triangle. There was a ridge poking through her pubic hair and ended in a plump clitoris that reminded me of a little baby's dick. At that point, she started removing my clothes. My T-shirt was pulled over my head and I was wearing an inexpensive cotton bra, that was removed while she kissed me again. Living in the low desert of southern California is not inducive to wearing a lot of clothes. I was only wearing tight little cut-off jeans that were just a narrow strip between my legs. In fact, when I lifted a leg my labia majora would fall out of my thin panties. Being a tease, I relished knowing that anyone looking would see white meat and possible a few hairs. She seemed to enjoy pulling my jeans and underwear off of me. When I was naked, she took enough time to enjoy the sight of a girl young enough to be her daughter before laying back on top of me and sucking my tits. I sure was not the first girl she had sex with. I thought I would never feel anything like this again. That woman ate my pussy until I not only had n orgasm, I actually squirted on her face. While I quivered through another orgasm, she drilled her tongue into my asshole that sent me into another orgasm. While I recovered, she presented her breasts for me to suck on. It felt so natural burring my face in the soft warm flesh and sucking on her nipples. Her skin felt like it was covered with olive oil. It was so damned smooth. She was the one that decided to mount my head and grind her pussy into my face until she had an orgasm. I guess she felt I needed to get even for me squirting on her face by grinding her trimmed hair against my face was turned red from the friction and covered with her slimy fluid. I got to visit her when her daughter was not around several times before her daughter walked in on us. She was pissed with both of us for cheating on her. As I matured, I never enjoyed sex with males, for my part I would have been happy to have a dog to lick my pussy when I was horny and there was no female around to relieve the distress. 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.