Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2023 11:15:09 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Little Rock Girl (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F

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

Copyright 2023 Jan, all rights reserved.

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                   Little Rock Girl
                         By
                        Jan

	I am the daughter of a very religious woman.  She
has always been a devout member of the 'Four Squair
Church' founded by Aimee Semple McPherson.  She was
baptized by a traveling evangelical minister of the religion
that had a tent revival just outside Little Rock. Arkansas.

	Mother protected me from all temptations.  My
father was a hardworking man than in truth was the
picture of a beer drinking, redneck, bigot.  Where mother
was unaware that she also harbored the same racial
prodigious as her husband.  If she was accused of denying
it vehemently.  My mother instilled the fear of God in me.
The preached to me that man was sinful and I should
never allow any male touch my body inappropriately.  I
grew up afraid to even talk to my male classmates.

	As I reached the age of puberty, I heard my female
classmates talking about the boys they had sex with and
talked about how big their cocks were and them sucking
each other's sex organs, and berated the boys that
ejaculated prematurely.  Hearing them both discussed me
and aroused curiosity.  Were these girls wicked or no?
After all, even my mother expected me to marry as soon
as I finished high school.  If sex was so sinful, why should I
eventually allow a man to do to me what my father must
be doing to my saintly mother.

	I panicked when I had my first period.  Iran to my
mother and showed her my bloody underwear, because I
thought something was wrong.  Mother assured me that I
was a woman now and could have babies.  She stressed
that I should avoid contact with boys from now on.  I
made sure I was never alone with any boys after that.

	Early in the spring there was another Tent revival in
the area and Mother insisted that I go with her.  It was a
minister with a young wife delivering the fire and
brimstone message to repent.  After the revival <om
insisted that we stay behind to talk to the minister.  After
she introduced us to them, she invited them to have
dinner at our home.

	The minister was very polite but assured Mother
that he had to visit the local penitentiary to listen to
confessions of any prisoners that wanted to repent, but
he did say that his wife would be delighted to have a
home cooked meal.

	Mom was driving the old S-10 Chevy pickup, so I sat
in the middle on the vinyl bench seat on the way home.  I
found the minister's wife to be an unusually worldly
woman to be an itinerant preachers' wife.  She was a very
attractive and fashionable woman.  Her hair was in a
popular style and lacquered with every hair in place.  She
was wearing a lot of makeup and she was wearing
expensive name brand clothes and she smelled of
expensive perfume.  I wouldn't have expected the wife of
a revivalist preacher's wife to flaunt her sexuality or place
her left hand on my right thigh and squeeze my inner
thigh so close to my crotch.  Her action caused me to
experience a tingling feeling between my legs.  When we
got home, they went to the kitchen and I left the kitchen
to change clothes, but I heard something that caught my
attention.

	I paused just out of sight, when I heard the woman
say that she was also a minister and had the gift of healing
hands.  She asked my mother to tell her all about any
issues she had.  Mom said: "The only problem I have is
that my husband is non-believer and like most men in this
area is a beer drinker, redneck, bigot, and womanizer.
She added: "I don't mind his womanizing because if he is
fucking some bimbo, he isn't pestering me to suck his cock
before poking me.  I don't enjoy it when he want to
cornhole me.

	The minister's wife assured Mother that she
understood her problem, and told Mom that she could
call her Ester.  She told Mom: "I understand your feelings
about sex with males completely.  I solved that problem
by marrying my husband while we were attending the
Four Squire College in Hollywood, CA.  I married my
husband because he wanted a trophy wife that would
make him look like a heterosexual to the congregation.  In
truth, he is a flaming homosexual.  Right now, he is at the
prison visiting the warden and they are having sex with
the young teenage boys."

	Mother was shocked to hear that the minister was
a homosexual.  She asked Ester: "Why do you put up with
his conduct?"

	Ester replied: "I'm happy with our arrangement
because I'm free to gratify my own sexual desires.  I enjoy
placing my hands on women and when I find a woman
that is dissatisfied with their marriage I offer them an
alternative form of sexual gratification with my healing
hands and mouth."

	Listening to their conversation got my undivided
attention. I moved to a location that allowed me to see
what was going on in the kitchen.

	Ester stood up and embraced Mother and kissed
her on the mouth.  Mom resisted for a moment before
she relaxed.  That was when Ester backed Mom up against
the dining table and unbuttoned the front of Mother's
dress and pulled it off her body and pulled the full slip up
and over her head.  She simply pulled the cotton bra up
and over her tits.  She started feeling Mom's tits and even
sucked on them.  After she had sucked on both of Mom's
tits, she pushed Mom's cotton panties down a little and
made her sit on the table while she pulled her panties free
of her legs, and started sucking on Mom's hairy pussy.  I
was fascinated to see the way Mother was responding to
the oral sex.  After she announced that she was cumming,
Ester liftedr her wet face and pulled Mom up to a sitting
position and kissed her on the mouth.

	Easter reached under her dress and pulled a pair of
black sexy panties down and stepped out of them and sat
on a chair and spread her legs.  Before Mom knelt before
her and buried her face in Ester's pussy.  I got a quick
glimpse of her crotch and saw that her crotch was
hairless.  It was fascinating to see my mother's naked
body and the dark crack of her butt and the hairy covered
pussy.  When she brought Ester to an orgasm Mom got
dressed and started to prepare dinner.

	I went to my room and changed clothes.  I sat on
my bed waiting to hear Mom call me to dinner.  I was
thinking about my mother preaching to me about the sin
of sex and watching the way she behaved while Ester had
been having sex with her.  When she called to dinner, I
joined them in the kitchen,

	When I joined them, I expected to see signs of guilt
on my mother's face, but mother was smiling and in a
good mood.  Ester engaged me in a conversation about
school.  I was troubled by my feelings about the
dichotomy of what I had been taught all my life and the
obvious pleasure my mother had experienced with the so-
called religious woman.  Everything returned to normal
after that day.

	I was restless at night while in bed.  I was thinking
about my feelings about sex.  I found myself placing my
right hand between my legs and rubbing my pussy until I
would feel my heart pounding hard and I would relax.  I
found myself thinking about sex constantly.  I decided that
I wanted to buy myself a pair of sexy black panties like the
ones Easter had been wearing.

	I went to the mall and went straight to the most
expensive lingerie store and spent a lot of time looking at
the sexiest panties.  While I was mulling over which ones I
was going to buy, a very attractive older woman entered.

	I couldn't take my eyes off-of her.  Her clothes were
obviously expensive and well-coordinated.  Her hair was
straight and breast-length, and the only clue that she was
a senior aged woman was the crows-feet at the corners of
her eyes.  Otherwise, her face looked as youthful as a
thirty-year-old.  Even her figure was that of a young
woman.  She was rummaging through the rack of cocktail
dresses.

	When I asked the middle-aged woman clerk if I
could try on the black panties I was holding, both women
looked at me.  The clerk told me: "You can only try on
underwear after you pay for them.  We can't sell panties
that have been worn by another woman."

	The gray-haired woman spoke up and told the clerk:
"I will be happy to pay for her purchase along with my
dress."  She smiled at me: "Why don't you join me in the
changing room while we try on our purchases." As she
handed the clerk her debit card.  She even told me to
select a matching bra for panties.  While the clerk rang up
the items, the woman escorted me into the back and into
a changing booth and closed the door behind us.

	She said: "Hello, honey, my name is Virginia." And
she shook my hand.  I said: "My name is Gail.  She invited
me to have a seat while she tried on her cocktail dress.
While I was seated, she hung the dress on a hook and
proceeded to take off the blouse she was wearing and silk
slacks, then she hung them on another hook.  To my
amazement she also removed her sexy bra.  I was sitting
there close enough to breathe on her tits.  They looked
large and were perfectly shaped.  I was also fascinated by
the fact that she has a colorful tattoo of flowers on her
right shoulder with greenery framing the red and blue
flowers.  She also had tattoos circling her upper thigh that
looked like the lace tops of self-supporting nylons.

	At that point she reached over and took the cocktail
off the hanger and pulled the dress over her head and
pulled it down her body.  The dress was backless and the
front had triangles that she pulled up to cover her breasts
and velcroid the straps behind her neck.  She pulled her
hair free of the dress and pulled the dress down over her
wide hips.  The hem of the dress barely covered her ample
butt.  I was thinking that she was pretty enough to be a
Playboy centerfold.

	She turned around while looking at the full-length
mirror to verify that she liked the look, then she said:
"Gail, now let's have a look at the way you look in the new
bra and panties."

	As I stood up, she sat on the bench, while I took off
my clothes.  I was wearing a simple dress that I hung on
the hook over her clothes.  I was wearing a cheap cotton
bra and panties.  I had never thought much about my
body before, but Virginia was thrilled to see that my
youthful breasts are pear shaped.  My breasts are firm
and round with the mauve areolas are puffy like small
bumps on my breasts and the nipples look like the cut
stims of a pear.  Virginia impulsively reached out and
hefted my tits and told me how adorable they were.  I felt
a fluish of pride in my body I had never felt before.  When
I pulled my cotton panties down and stepped out of them,
I got a look at my hairy crotch in the mirror.  Virginia was
impressed at how hairy I was.  I stepped into the little hip
hugger black lace panties.  Then I put on the matching
black lace bra.  I was impressed that my areolas and
nipples were visible through the lace.  The problem with
the panties was that my dark brown pubic hair was
sticking outside the confines of the panties at the legs and
even above the top of the triangle of black lace.

	Virginia said: "You must come home with me, and I
will give you a Bikini trim and the panties will look perfect
on you."  I didn't object, as we changed back into the
clothes we had worn into the store.  We took the items
back to the clerk and she bagged them and returned
Virginia's debit card.  She smiled sweetly and assured us
that we were welcome back anytime.

	Virginia escorted me to the parking lot and we
approached a silver Mercedes Benz AMG convertible.  She
put our bags in the back seat and we got into the car.  I
was thrilled to be riding in a luxury convertible sports car.
I was absorbed with the wind in my hair as we flew down
the road to the huge estates of the rich.  We pulled into a
long driveway and pulled up in front of a home that
looked like a French manor.

	She left the keys in the ignition as she pulled the
bags out of the back seat.  She rang the bell and it was
soon opened by an adorable mixed race black girl.  The
only evidence that she was mixed race was her thick black
coarse hair and wide nose.  She was wearing a smart
starched gray maid uniform.  She welcomed Madam
home and offered to take the bags, but Virginia thanked
her and told her: "Please bring a basin of hot water and
shaving gear with towels to my room, Perl"

	The maid turned to lead us up one of the two spiral
staircases up to the second floor.  She opened the door to
Madam's boudoir.  She pulled back the bed coverings to
expose the fitted baby blue satin sheet.  Then she went
into the adjoining bathroom to retrieve everything
needed to shave including the pan of hot water.  Virginia
thanked Perl and dismissed her.

	Virginia helped me take off all-of my clothes
including my shoes.  She spread a waterproof sheet on the
bed and had me sit on the pad.  She used scissors to cut
the long hairs before she used a rechargeable electric
shaver to trim all the hair to an even length of a quarter
inch.  Then I used a moistened face cloth to wet my crotch
and area on my vulva.  Then she applied shaving cream to
those areas and used a safety razor to carefully shave the
hairs from the crease of my legs and shaved the top flat
and when she was done there was no hair on my labia
majora and the little triangle left above the crack could be
hidden by a small Bikini.  When she was finished, she
washed my flesh carefully and patted it dry with a towel.

	She kissed my pubic hair and started licking my
pussy.  I was shocked by her action but liked the way it
felt.  She sucked my pussy until I had an orgasm and she
lifted my butt off the bed and licked my asshole.  That
made my body quiver uncontrollably.  She lay on top of
me and tongue kissed my mouth and sucked my tits
before she used one of her big tits to rub the crack of my
pussy with her nipple and rubbed against my little clit, I
even had another orgasm.  She called it Dove Fucking.
She even took off her clothes and got on the bed and she
straddled one of my legs and started humping our pussies
against each other's.  She called that Scissoring when it
was over.  We bathed together in her tub and dried each
other off with plush towels.  We got dressed and she
offered me something to eat, but I needed to get home
because my mother would be preparing dinner for the
two of us.  She drove me home in her convertible.

	When we pulled into the driveway Mom came out
because she was curious about who was bringing me
home.  Virginia had to get out of her car and be
introduced to my mother.  We entered the house with me
carrying the plastic bag from the expensive store and
smelling of Virginia's delicate perfume.  Mom confronted
us about how we had met.

	Virginia told Mom: "We met at the mall while Gail
was about to buy new panties.  I offered to drive her
home."

	Mother was obligated to ask Virginia to join us for
dinner, and Virginia couldn't refuse.  There was a lot of
electricity in the air during the meal because Mom was
pressing us about details.  Virginia was obviously from a
wealthy class.  When the dishes were washed Mom
wanted to see the underwear I had bought.

	Mom was shocked to see the delicate black lace hip
hugger panties and bra, but she couldn't say anything in
front of our guest.  After Virginia made her exit, Mom
confronted me: "What posed you to buy such sinful
underwear?"

	Her hypocritical question angered me.  "Why
shouldn't I buy something sexy?  You seemed to enjoy
them on Ester, the minister's wife, before you buried your
face in her crotch the other day!"

	Mom's face turned white as it drained of blood.
"Why did you say such a thing about me?"

	"I saw and heard everything that took place on the
dining table before you got stressed to make dinner.  I had
no idea how hairy you were until I saw Ester licking your
pussy."

	Mother crumbled at that point.

	I added: "I don't want to hear another word about
your faith.  You need to admit that you enjoyed the sex
with Ester.  I intend to see Virginia again because I loved
what we did today!"


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