Date: Sun, 21 May 2023 11:42:00 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Kathy and the Lez (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, urine, g/F, g/FFg)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, urine, g/F, g/FFg

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women and girls.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                   Kathy and the Lez
                          By
                         Jan

	I overheard Mom discussing with our neighbor
women a woman named Wilma several times.  I only
understood that there was something unsavory about her.
I was told that I was too young to understand.  I was told by
the neighborhood children that I was too young to
understand why everyone avoided the woman.

	I had seen the woman occasionally in her yard and
couldn't see anything wrong with her.  She even looked like
a pretty woman, about the same as the mothers of the local
children.  The only thing I could see was that she didn't
have a man living with her and she didn't have any children.
She didn't dress outlandishly either.

	It wasn't as if our neighbors were rich and living in
palatial homes and her home was a dump.  All of the homes
in the neighborhood had been built during the housing
boom after World War II.  They had been built on the pre-
war grid system with alleys in back and the garages opening
into the alleys.  At least 150 homes had been built based on
three floor plans that had been flipped to create six layouts.
The only differences had been that a lot of the two and
three bedrooms-homes had been expanded to add extra
bedrooms and family rooms.  Trees had grown up to shade
the front of the homes.

	I just didn't understand why all the women didn't like
Wilma.  I Asked the girl next door, that was my age, why no
one liked Wilma.  She told me that the rumor was that she
was a lesbian.  I didn't know what that meant, and she told
me that lesbians suck other women's pussies.  I was puzzled
by that because I couldn't understand why anyone would
want to suck on the place pee comes out of.  For the next
couple of days, I struggled with my feelings about what my
friend had told me.

	I was only 10-years-old and I was just starting to
notice that boys were starting to flirt with girls and a lot of
girls were starting to be concerned about what they looked
like.  There had always been a few girls that were boy crazy
and were rumored to do nasty things with boys.  My
mother told me not associate with those girls, and I didn't,
but I was curious about why all the local women didn't like
the woman named Wilma.  She looked like a nice woman
and didn't seem to do anything to make her neighbors
angry.  I took an interest in her and kept an eye on her for
days.

	I eventually worked up the nerve to enter her back
yard through the gate next to her garage late at night.  It
was no problem to figure out which rooms were behind the
windows.  I took up a vigil outside her bedroom window.  I
didn't know what I expected to see.  I could see her whole
bedroom under the gap between the bottom of the blinds
and the windowsill.  When she came in to get ready for bed
I watched as she prepared for bed.  I held my breath as I
watched her remove her clothes.  I was impressed with her
body.  I had seen my mother naked several times, and her
body was only a little different from Mom's.  She left the
room and I soon heard water running.  When she returned,
she pulled a nightgown over her head and got into bed and
turned out the light.  That was my que to go home.

	I thought about what I had seen.  I felt guilty but
knew I would do it again.  On another night when she
returned from the bathroom, she laid naked on top of her
bed and was reading a book and with her free hand she was
masturbating.  I was spellbound watching her dipping a
couple of fingers into her hairy crotch.  When she let out a
sigh, she laid the book on the nightstand and sucked her
fingers before turning off the light.  This time when I got
home, I found myself masturbating myself for the first time
while thinking about Wilma.

	I had to find a way to meet her.  One evening when I
looked out the front window of our house, I saw Wilma
digging in her flowerbed.  I figured that it wouldn't hurt to
walk past her house and strike up a conversation.  When I
got in front of her, I said: "Your roses look nice."

	She was in shorts and a halter top.  Her canvas gloves
were dirty as well as her knees.  She looked up and smiled
at me: "Thank you!  You're the girl that lives in the house
over there?" as pointed at the house my family lived in.

	She asked: "What is your name, honey?"

	"Kathy, I wanted to meet you and get to know you."

	"Honey, if we were to become friends, all of the old
biddies would be accusing me of child molestation and
would call the cops on me!"

	"I would still like to know more about you?"

	"Haven't you heard, everyone around her knows I'm
a lesbian?"

	"I didn't even know what that was until a couple of
days ago, and I have been thinking about it ever since."

	"So, you're stopping by today was no accident?"

	I blushed at the thought that I had deliberately
walked by to talk to her.  I said: "I could come through the
back yard later tonight and we could talk."

	"Aren't you worried about what the neighbors will
say?"

	"I have not thought about anything else, since I found
out what a lesbian is.  I think I am one."

	She smiles: "I never thought about being a dirty old
woman seducing a young girl like you before.  This is going
to lead to trouble."

	I Thanked her and continued my walk.  I could think
of nothing else the rest of the day.  I could hardly eat
anything at dinner time.  I watched the clock impatiently for
the sun to go down and get dark enough for me to slip out
the back of the house and over to Wilma's back yard.
When I tapped on her back door and she opened it, I was
overwhelmed with everything; the smell was her kitchen
and the Gardenia fragrance of her Gucci perfume.

	As a ten-year-old I only came up to her tits which was
what I couldn't take my eyes away from.  She hugged me
and asked me if I would like something to drink.  That was
when I noticed how dry my mouth was and accepted her
offer.  She poured us a couple of glasses of iced tea.  She
took me on a quick tour of her house before leading me to
her living room and joining me as she invited me to sit on
the couch.  My heart was pounding as we sat so close that
our thighs were touching.  She had sat down with her left
leg tucked under her right leg so that she was partly turned
towards me as we talked.

	She asked me how much I knew about lesbian sex,
and I told her that I knew practically nothing about the
subject.  It has just consumed my every waking hour since I
heard that you were one from the girl next door.

	"So, you decided to find out if I really was one and if I
would explain everything to you?

	"Something like that."  By that time my tea glass was
empty and she took it from my hand and placed it on the
glass topped end table to her right.  Then she turned back
towards me and said: "It would take too long to tell you
everything about the life of a lesbian!  Why don't I just
show you, and you can decide for yourself if you like it or
not.  It would not hurt you in any way should you decide
that it is not for you!"

	I only paused for a second before leaning close to her
and kissed her on her cheek.  She took me in her arms and
started kissing me.  It was thrilling to be kissed by an adult
woman.  She probed my mouth with her tongue and ran
her hand all over my legs and body.  She even took hold of
my wrist and placed my hand on her tit.  I was almost
peeing in my underpants as I squeezed her tit.  I could feel
the reinforced seams of her bra under the material of her
dress.  But I could still feel her nipple piking the palm of my
hand.  She even helped me to remove her clothes.

	I was excited to watch her body be exposed.  I could
smell her body and actually-feel her supple flesh.  Her
breasts were heavy and I thought they were perfect.  The
areolas were the size of silver dollars and the nipples were
the size of green grapes.  I couldn't resist sucking on her
nipples.

	(I had no memory of nursing from my mother's tits.)

	She had to stand up briefly to remove the dress and
her delicate lace panties.  She tucked her left leg under the
other leg before sitting down again.  Being so close allowed
me I not only saw the dark hair on her vulva I could smell
her womanly odor.  I placed my hand on her crotch and felt
the moist hair and sought out her clitoris with my finger.  I
masturbated her the same way I had witnessed her doing it.
Wilma was soon deep in the thralls of an intense orgasm.
She relaxed and opened her legs and lay back against the
back of the couch.  When she opened her eyes, she said:
"You've done that before."

	I whispered in fear: "I watched you doing that a few
nights ago through your bedroom window."

	Wilma was breathless as she announced: "You little
seek, you spied on me!"

	"I couldn't resist the desire to see you naked."

	She said: "It's time you found out what all the fuss is
about.  She pulled my T-shirt over my head and unbuttoned
my hip hugger shorts and struggled to pull the tight-fitting
shorts off my body.  I was only wearing baby blue cotton
panties.  She pulled them off and took notice of my bald
little vulva.  My labia minora just formed a meaty red
swelling between my labia majora.  She took her long
manicured index finger into the opening and she diddled
with my little clitoris.  With the first touch, it was like she
had touched it with an electric wire.  I actually-started
peeing.  I shocked by her slipping to the floor and spread
my legs and pressed her mouth against my little pussy.  She
lapped at the slit with her tongue.  I think I had my first
orgasm under her mouth.  I knew I was in love with this
older woman.

	She allowed me to lay back and recover.  I had only
one thing on my mind.  I had to find out if I could make her
cum with my mouth.  When I slid off the couch, we were on
our knees hugging and kissing.  I could taste my own pussy
and pee all over her face.  I pushed her backwards until she
stretched out on her back with her legs stretched out.  I
moved between her legs and started licking the hair on her
vulva until it was all plastered against her flesh.  She placed
a hand on top of my head and applied a little pressure to let
me know what she wanted me to do.

	I used my tongue to spread her labia open and
sought out her clit to stimulate it until she couldn't hold her
butt still.  She humped my face and begged me to stick my
tongue into her cunt.  I did as she requested and marveled
that her vagina actually-was able to grip my tongue the
same way she had done with her mouth.  She soon had
another orgasm.  I was in a state of bliss.  I asked if that was
everything, and she assured me that she would teach me
other things in the future.

	I had to wash my face and hands before I got dressed
before slipping out the back on my way home.  I managed
to make my way to my room to get ready for bed without
arousing my mother's suspicion.  I couldn't keep slipping
into her house without arousing suspicion.  I had to come
up with another way to visit Wilma.

	Fortunately, she had added her number to my cell
phone.  I called her the next day after she got home from
work.  She agreed to meet me at the city park.  I got
permission from my mother to go to the tennis courts at
the park.  I chose the tennis courts as the least likely place
to run into anyone from our neighborhood.  Wilma
suggested that she had a friend that had a daughter about
my age and if I became friends with her, we might be able
to get together at her friend's house.  She used her
cellphone to call her friend and ask if she could bring her
young friend over to meet her daughter.

	When we arrived, I was introduced to the mother
and daughter.  The mother's name was Thema and her
daughter's name was Mary.  As soon as I saw Mary, I
recognized her as a girl from my school, only she was in a
different room.  We greeted each other and she explained
to Wilma and her mother how we knew each other.  Wilma
explained to them that all her neighbors know that she is a
lesbian and it wouldn't take long for the gossip to spread if I
were seen going into her home.  She wanted Mary to
befriend me.  That way the two of us could spend a lot of
time with each other and on sleepovers she could come
over and we could spend the night with each other.

	Mary took me to her bedroom while Wilma and her
mother worked out the details.  She wanted to know how I
got to know Wilma.  I told her all about how I had spied on
her and got to know her.  I asked her about how she knew
Wilma and she told me that Wilma and her mother have
been lovers for a long time.  Then she admitted that she
had sex with both her mother and Wilma.  I didn't say
anything at the time but the idea that Mary was having sex
with her mother fascinated me.

	When we rejoined her mother and Wilma, it was
agreed that Thelma and Mary would take me home and
introduce themselves to my mother and ask my mother's
permission to have a sleepover with her daughter
occasionally.  It was exciting to ride in the back seat with
Mary as Thema drove me home, because Mary and I were
kissing and feeling each other up all the way home.

	Mom was pleased to meet the mother of my new
friend.  We explained how we knew each other and Mary
and I went to my room while her mother talked to my
mother over coffee.  While we were in my room, we talked
about how much we enjoy sex with older women.  I got her
to tell me all about how she started having sex with her
mother.  It turned out she knew about her mother having
sex with other women and when she learned what was
going on she got jealous and got in bed with her mother a
few years ago and insisted that she be allowed to have sex
with her mother.  When Thelma and Mary had agreed that
Mary and I would be allowed to have sleepovers with each
other on weekends they called us to join them.  I was told
to pack a change of clothes and my pajamas along with my
hairbrush and toothbrush.

	I was wildly excited on the drive back to their home.
Mary and I both had our panties off and were fingerfucking
each other all the way home.  Wilma was waiting for us.
There was some discussion about how we were going to do
this.  It was agreed that it would be exciting if the four of us
would make love to each other in the mother's bedroom
the first time.  We went to her room and it was exciting to
undress in front of each other.  I loved looking at Wilma's
naked body, but I was also thrilled to see Thema and Mary
naked.

	Thelma looked a lot like the mothers in my
neighborhood.  She was a little overweight but still had a
shapely figure.  Having a daughter had increased the size of
her breasts.  They were large and heavy resting on her
ribcage.  Her lower belly was soft and she had a lateral scar
because of her C-section, and her dark pubic bush was
thick.  Mary looked a lot like her mother.

	Mary's face was recognizable as her mother's child.
She was about the same size as me. She was a slender
brunette with green eyes.  We were both just starting to
enter puberty.  Her breasts were just starting to swell, they
were about the size of the yolks of AAA- eggs, and her vulva
was puffy and hairless.  I noticed that like me her labia
minora was just peeking out of her swollen labia majora.

	Wilma gathered me into her arms as we lay across
the bed and Thema lay on her back next to us and Mary got
on top of her mother.  It was exciting to have Wilma making
love to me while I watched Mary sucking her mother's tits.
When Wilma went down on me and ate my pussy, Mary
was going down on her mother and eating her mother's
hairy pussy.  It looked so erotic to see Mary's face covered
in her mother's slimy fluid and her face obscured by the
dark pubic hair.  After Thelma announced that she was
cumming, she laid Mary on her back and rolled her up so
that her bottom was up in the air, and Thelma started
licking her daughter from asshole to clit until the girl was
moaning her approval of her mother's efforts.

	Wilma got on top of me and turned her body around
so that my head was covered by her hair cunt while she
continued eating my cunt.  I loved being smothered by her
cunt.  When we had exhausted ourselves.  Wilma and I
retired to Mary's bedroom.  That allowed mother and
daughter to have the bed to themselves.

	We slept late the next day.  We eventually made our
way to the kitchen to have something to eat.  None of us
bothered to put anything on.  Our tits were swollen as well
as our vulvas.  We giggled at the sight of each other's sexual
organs.  After breakfast we exchanged partners because
Thelma had expressed a desire to have sex with me.

	I was just as interested to find out what it would be
like to make love to her because she reminded me so much
of my own mother.  I found out that she was the kind of
woman that really got off on anal sex.  She not only rimmed
my ass.  She wanted me to rim hers and to fuck her asshole
with a strap-on dildo.

	That was the beginning of my introduction to the
world of lesbianism.


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