Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2019 11:52:46 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Mary-Virginia (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FfF) Adult Youth, oral anal, f/FfF 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 2019 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com f you have any suggestions for a future story. Mary-Virginia By Jan My family came from New Orleans and my family moved to Mountain View, California because my father was offered a lucrative job working for Google's home office. I was a twelve-year-old just entering junior high school. It was a very traumatic experience for me to move away from the comfort of the community that had accepted me for who I am. My mother was a tinny woman of only four-feet ten and had a wide butt. I was destined to be as short as her. We were both platinum blondes, and in my case, my hair was long enough for me to sit on it. We moved into a nice three-bedroom home with a two-car garage. It was in a nice community. We had heard the horror stories about how much the property values have been inflated because of the area becoming Silicon Valley. The sticker shock for our home was frightening. Getting me enrolled in junior high school was a pain in the ass because they questioned the date on my birth certificate. I was intimidated by my classmates because they were so much bigger than me and already had their own social groups. I didn't seem to fit in with any of them. I also became aware of my Cajun accent for the first time. Some of my classmates thought my accent was cute, but others made fun of the quaint colloquialisms I used. I didn't like the cafeteria food but endured it. I tended to sit by myself while eating. I just didn't feel comfortable with my new classmates. Eventually, one of my classmates approached me and joined me for lunch. She told me that her name was Carol, and when I told her that my names was Mary-Virginia I had to explain that it is common for southern girls to be given hyphenate names. It didn't take long for us to become friends. We rode the same school bus, to and from school. Carol lived several blocks before my stop. I would save a place for her to sit with me. It only took a few weeks before we were almost inseparable. We started going to each other's home to socialize and do homework together. I was curious about her mother's occupation because she seemed to have a lot of free time. I was told that her occupation was that of a real-estate saleswoman. Her looks were very important and she dressed accordingly. Her occupation also allowed her to have flexible working hours. Our relationship became so close that we had sleepovers at each other's home. During those time we shared our desires and hopes with each other. Eventually, the subject of sex came up. I told her that back home I had an older boyfriend for a while but when he pressured me to allow him to fuck me or give him a blowjob, I refused to do it. He called me a frigid prick tease. The boys at school tend to frighten me because they were so rough and tumble. Carol said, "I know what you mean. What do you do when you feel sexy?" I was embarrassed to admit that I masturbate, but eventually, I admitted that I play with myself. Carol told me, "So do I! Have you ever done it with another girl?" "No" "Would you be willing to do it with me, but if we do that you can't tell anyone about what we are doing." I was a bit reluctant at first to agree to engage in mural masturbating even with my best friend. We talked about it for a few days before I agreed. We were in her bedroom listening to music when she started to hug and kissed me. It felt good and I returned the kiss. Carol was physically more mature than me. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair, but she was not only taller than me, she already had developed breasts large enough to justify wearing a bra. She was proud of them and happy to show them off to me. She took off her Old Navy short sleeve shirt and removed her a flesh-colored nylon sports bra. She proudly showed off her tits. I was impressed with her tits, mostly because mine was not much bigger than the yokes of fried eggs. Her breasts were pear-shaped and the nipples capped the mauve areolas. She placed her hands under them and used her index fingers to flip the nipples. Then she reached for my hands and placed them on her tits. I was nervous about squeezing her tits, but I quickly enjoyed making her respond to my touch. While I was playing with her tits Carol pulled up her skirt and pulled down her tight red panties to show me her crotch. Her vulva was covered with dark pubic hair that any woman would be proud of. I was curious enough to want to find out what her hair would feel like. I placed my right hand on the puffy bulge of her vulva and found that the tangle of hair was as soft as the hair o baby's head. My finger found the moist crack protecting her womanhood. There was a stiff little ridge running down from the junction of the crack that ended with the labia minora hooding the pea- sized clitoris. When I spread the labia, I saw the opening of her vagina and when I spread it open, I saw the opening of her urethra and I saw the remains of her hymen. She was obviously not a virgin. When I asked her about how she lost her virginity Carol paused before saying, "My mother's best friend was my babysitter as far back as I can remember. She taught me everything I needed to know about sex when I was a child." I played with her clit and rubbed her vagina until she let out an audible moan and announced, "I'm cumming!" When she recovered, she ran her hand under my skirt and into my pantie. She stimulated my little clit until I was squirming around like ants were crawling all over my crotch. When she stuck a finger into my vagina and actually pressed it against my hymen I winched in pain. She said, "It's not time to deflower you Mary-Virginia." Carol and I found ways to be alone almost every day to masturbate each other. We eventually added oral sex to our games. I thought we were so clever that our mothers didn't catch on that we were having sex with each other. One Saturday I walked to Carol's and knocked on the door. Carol's mother answered the door. When I asked, "Is Carol home?" She responded, "Carol's visiting her grandmother for the weekend." "Oh, I' m sorry I disturbed you, Mrs. Barns. I will go home" "Please don't leave! Why don't you keep me company for a while?" "Okay, Mrs. Barns." "Great, but I want you to call me Ruth, and it is Ms. not Mrs." I wasn't sure what I should say to that. She ushered me into the living room and had me sit on the couch and asked, "Can I make you a cup of tea?" "That would be nice." Ruth went to the kitchen area and turned on the heat to the kettle. While the water heated, she prepared tea services for two and put some sweet- breads on a platter. When the kettle started whistling, she had loose tea in a strainer and poured the hot water over the strainer into the two cups. She brought the tray and placed it on the tea table in front of the couch. When she joined me on the couch, she carefully served me a cup and saucer and offered me the plate with the sweetbreads on it. I took one and took a bite. I placed the rest of the bread on the saucer before picking up the teacup and tasting it. I reached for the sugar and added a teaspoon into the cup and stirred it with the spoon, before tasting it again. I was satisfied with the taste. I waited for Ruth to start the conversation. Ruth was sitting so close that our thighs were touching and I could feel her body heat. There was something very erotic about the way she was sitting so close to me. There was something about the smell of her perfume and her body that was stimulating me. "Ruth, why did you tell me that you were Ms. Barns instead of Mrs." "I have never been married." There was a pregnant puss while her statement sunk in. "I have never had a desire to marry anyone. Just the same, I wanted a child and it was easy enough to find a man that looked a lot like me and he was willing to donate his sperm." I was curious about how he delivered the sperm if she didn't want to have sex with a male. Before I could ask the question, she changed the subject. "I don't want to embarrass you Mary-Virginia, but would you tell me all about what you and Carol are doing when you are making love with Carol?" I was stunned by the question! My first instinct was to deny that we were doing anything. Then I wondered how she knew that we were in a sexual relationship. I tried to think of a plausible answer. It took me too long to respond. My inability to respond to her question was evidence that we were in fact, having sex with each other. "Don't get upset. I'm not reproaching you at all. I want to know if you are mature enough to understand what you're doing and will not do or say anything to hurt Carol?" "I would never do anything to hurt Carol! She is my best friend and I love her!" "I'm so pleased to hear you say that! I love her too, and would love to be your special friend too!" The way she said that, gave me the feeling she was telling me that she wanted to have sex with me as well. She started running her fingertips up and down my arm. Her touch was sending tingles through my body. The idea of having sex with her was something I was just starting to suspect was a possibility. Ruth was a truly adorable woman. Her smile cold calm a rabid raving lunatic. She was a pleasingly plump woman. She must have had a stunning figure when she was twenty, but the years and childbirth had added at least twenty-five pounds to her figure. Her brunette hair reached her shoulders and framed her face. She looked stunning in business suits as well as cocktail dresses. Her legs and feet looked good in any type of shoe. I had been attracted to her the minute Carol introduced me to her mother. Now that I was getting strong signals that she was flirting with me; my panties were getting wet. I was thinking that Ruth could smell the aroma wafting up from my own pussy. I didn't get much time to think about my own embarrassment, because her hand brushed across my chest sending an electrical shock through my nipples. If I wanted to put a stop to her seduction, I should have said something at that point, but in truth I wanted her to continue molesting me. My inaction emboldened Ruth. She pulled my blouse out of my skirt and ran her warm hand up my belly up to my little bumps, that I laughingly called my tits. She played with my nipples until it was driving me crazy. When she paused long enough to unbutton the blouse, I caught my breath. While she removed my blouse, I reached for one of her 38-Double-D tits. I marveled at just how soft it felt even within the confines of a support bra. Ruth expressed her approval of my efforts with a little moan and a kiss on my mouth. I guess Ruth was too impatient to bother removing my skirt because she simply abandoned my breasts to pull up my shirt and simply pulled the crotch of my panties aside to have access to my little clam of a pussy. She even commented, "I simply adore your strawberry colored pubic hair. I had envied dark-haired girl's dark bushes because my own pubic bush was hardly visible from a short distance because my pubic hair was a strawberry color very close to the color of my flesh. Ruth used her strong fingers to stimulate my clit until I was so distracted, I actually squirted a little pee. I tried to apologize but Ruth placed an index finger against my lips and went down on me to kissed my pussy. She started licking my pussy and flicking her tongue against my clit. When I was close to an orgasm, she turned her attention to probing my vagina with her tongue. When the tip of her tongue actually touched my hymen, she lifted her head and said, "I simply love being able to welcome a virgin into the world of lesbos! Before we're finished tonight you are going to like lesbian sex so much that you will beat off boys and men with a stick!" She returned to licking and sucking on my pussy until I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had to that date. While I lay there panting, she finished removing all of my clothes. She asked me to use my cellphone to call my mother for permission to spend the weekend at Carol's home. Mom assumed I was staying with Carol and gave her permission. Ruth stood up while I was talking on the phone, and proceeded to remove all of her own clothes. When she was naked, she did a slow pirouette to allow me to study what the mother of my best friend looked like naked. I envied everything about her. She was at least five-foot-ten in her bare feet. Her body was curvatons even with the extra weight. As she rotated and showed me her butt, she was able to control both cheeks independently. She made them do a little dance for my benefit. When she faced me, her breasts were larger than even her own head and only sagged a little. Her nipples were as large as concord grapes, and I couldn't resist staring at her pussy. The only adult pussy I have ever seen before was my own mother's and assumed all women's pussies looked like hers. At that moment I learned that some pussies look different. Her pubic bush was trimmed to an even length and saved into a little triangle small enough to be covered by the smallest bikini panties. But what caught my eye was that her clitoris protruded beyond her shaved labia majora. I had to ask, "Do a lot of women have clits like yours?" "Not as many as you might think. I do find it useful when I'm scissoring women and girls." I had never heard the term before, but the mental picture of her placing her legs around the leg of a girl like me and rubbing that clit against the girl's pussy was very stimulating. When she sat back down on the couch, she pulled me over and started kissing me. Her big tits were pressed against my body and her nipples were rubbing against me. I didn't resist when she placed her hands on my head and applied a little pressure to let me know that she wanted me to go down on her. Having been sucking her daughter's pussy for a couple of months now, the smell of her pussy was as erotic as an actual orgasm. I followed my nose to her recreational playground. I was able to take her clitoris into my mouth and suck on it like I had heard girls talking about how they sucked their boyfriend's cocks. Ruth responded to my efforts with all of the emotion of a woman about to have a life-changing experience. We were both sweating profusely by the time she had an orgasm. We clung to each other while she recovered. Before the evening was over, she had introduced me to scissoring and I learned to appreciate what she could do with that clit, and she taught me what it meant to rim an asshole. We bathed together before bedtime. As I lay there with her arm around my shoulders and my cheek resting against the side of her breast I asked, "How did you know that Carol and I were having sex with each other?" "It is a long story! When I was a young teenager, I was asked to babysit for the daughter of a family friend. Her name was Trina and she was seven when I started sitting for her. I introduced her to sex and we have been best friends ever since. When I had Carol, Trina babysat for me. We discussed when she would bring Carol out, but Trina jumped the gun and started masturbating Carol younger than we had agreed on. When Carol brought you home, I could tell that she was going to get in your panties eventually." After her telling me her story I was so horny I had to performed oral sex her. We took turns sucking pussy half of the night. When she had exhausted everything possible to teach me, she told me that it was time to take my virginity. She retrieved a dildo that looked like a male penis and she lubricated it before she inserted it into my vagina and fucked me until I had an orgasm. When she removed the dildo, she surprised me by lapping up all traces of my virginal blood. In the morning she made two phone calls one to invite Carol to come home to have breakfast with us. The second call was to her lifelong friend Trina and invited her to come over for brunch. Carol must have run all the way home. When she busted into the front door, she found the two of us in the kitchen preparing a big brunch. Ruth Told us to set the table for four. Carol asked, "who else is coming?" "I invited Trina to join us for brunch." Carol let out a squeal, "THAT'S GREAT!" We no more than placed four places setting that the doorbell rang. Carol ran to answer the door. She dragged Trina to the kitchen and was gushing when she introduced Trina to me. Trina hugged me and kissed Ruth on the cheek. The three of us took our place at the table while Ruth served the meal. There was small talk during the meal but after the meal, Ruth told Carol to escort the two of us to the family room while she cleared the kitchen. Carol was in a jovial mood as she led us to the family room and we sat on the sectional couch and started talking. She was very excited when she told Trina, "Don't you just love Mary-Virginia's Cajun accent?" And she kissed me on the cheek. I was very interested in finding out how much they would tell me about their relationship. Carol volunteered, "Trina is a lifelong friend of my mother and that she is like another mother to me." Carol added, "Trina was my babysitter growing up. She taught me everything I know about the facts of life." She giggled at the end of that statement. I had no doubt what she was referring to. Trina wasn't pleased with Carol's proclamation though. "Carol...I don't think you should be telling your friends about such things." Carol giggled again, "Why not Mary-Virginia is my best friend and I have been teaching her all of the things you taught me." Trina said, "Carol you need to learn a little restraint. You can't go around telling everyone whatever comes into your mind." While she was reproaching Carol, Ruth joined us and as she sat on the chair facing us. She had heard enough to recognize that Trina was unhappy with something Carol had said. Ruth said, "Trina we are just having an evening to enjoy friends. I might as well tell you, Trina, that you are the only one here that has not made love to Mary- Virginia and I am the only one that has not had sex with Carol." The look on Carol and Trina's faces was priceless. Carol cried out, "MOM, YOU HAVE FUCKED MARY-VIRGINIA?" Ruth calmly responded, "Mary-Virginia came here last Friday evening and spent Saturday with me. I didn't call you until this morning as you recall." Trina had a smile on her face, "This is very interesting. Mary-Virginia looks as young as Carol was when I introduced her to sex. Since I'm the only one in the room that hasn't slept with her. I think that I should rectify that immediately!" With that said, she stood up and held out her hand to me. I looked at Ruth and she gave me a nod of her head. With her approval, I took Trina's hand and stood up. She led me to Ruth's bedroom where she proceeded to hug and kiss me before she removed my clothes and placed me on the bed. While I reclined on top of the bed Trina did a pretty good striptease for my benefit. I admired Trina's body as she exposed it to me. Trina was an older woman her brunette hair was starting to show gray hair at the temples. Her brilliant blue eye was captivating. Her breasts were an enviable 36-C size that sagged a little when not supported. She had a waist that was no more than thirty inched around, and her hips were t least forty inches around with a firm butt. When she faced me again, I watched as she placed her right hand on her pussy and rubbed it. Like Ru her pubic hair was trimmed and sculpted into a little triangle. What caught my eye was the way her labia minora protruded past the opening like the lace and there were three stainless steel rings piercing both sides of her labia for a total of six rings. I wondered why she would do something like that. "Why did you pierce your labia like that?" Trina smiled, "The rings actually masturbate me while I'm walking." She slipped an index finger on each hand into a ring on each side and spread them to expose her vagina and the clit. I knelt before her and took hold of a couple of rings and held her lips open so that I could smell and lick her pussy. Trina moved us to the bed where she sat down to allow me to finish making her have an orgasm. When she recovered, she pulled me to my feet and placed me on the bed. She used her hands and mouth to stimulate every orifice to bring me to mutable orgasms. My pussy and asshole tingles for hours after I recovered. I asked Trina, "Should we return to the family room now?" Trina got off the bed and pulled me to my feet and held my hand as we left the bedroom. When we returned to the family room, we found Ruth and Carol sprawled on the floor clinging to each other in a sweaty embrace. The room smelled of the female sex that gave testimony to the orgy of sex that had taken place between mother and daughter. The rest of my middle and high school years was an orgy of lesbian sex between the four of us. My mother eventually became aware of my relationship with Carol and her family. She kept it from my father. It wasn't hard because he was so absorbed in his career. Carol and I wanted to get away from home when we went to college. We chose to go to go to the University of California at Los Angeles (OCLA) because we wanted to be near Hollywood and the lesbian community down there. 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