Date: Fri, 3 Apr 2020 13:34:08 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Mrs. Goldman (Lesbian/ Adult Youth, oral, f/Ff) Adult Youth, oral, f/Ff This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young girls and an older woman. 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. Mrs. Goldman By Jan I normally walk home from middle school but this afterschool it was raining hard. I stayed under the portal while hoping that the rain would subside long enough to walk home quickly. Nature didn't corporate with my desires. It was sill raining hard by the time everyone had been picked up or walked home. I was sitting on the cold concrete steps trying to stave off the cold, but I was starting to shiver. I gave up and decided to just tuff it out and walk home. As I made my way to the sidewalk and started walking east. I had only walked a couple of blocks and stepped off of curbs into cold water above my ankles. I knew that my best pair of ballerina flats were going to destroyed by the time I got home. I was feeling sorry for myself when a car pulled over to the curb. I recognized the car instantly. I was Mrs. Goldman's silver Mercedes Benz CLS. The passenger door window came down and I saw Mrs. Goldman lean over the console and she asked, "Tina, can I give you a lift home?" "Thank you! Mrs. Goldman. You are a lifesaver." I opened the door and got into the car with my bookbag on my lap as I closed the door. As she pulled away from the curb she said, "You can call me Sheila, honey! You can toss the bag in the back seat." "Thank you!" with that I tossed the bag over the back of my seat. "Tina isn't there anyone at home that could have picked you up?" "No ma'am, my father is out of town on business and my mother is a nurse and is working until midnight today." "That's terrible you shouldn't have to walk home in the rain to an empty house. Why don't you call your mother and tell her I picked you up and invited you to keep me company until he gets home?" That you. I pulled out my cell phone and call my mom and told her about Mrs. Goldman picking me up while I was walking home in the rain and her invitation. Mom told me to thank her and gave her permission for me to visit her. Mrs. Goldman's house was at the end of the block five houses from our home. She parked the car in the driveway as close to the back of the house as possible. We made a dash for the back door to get out of the rain. We entered the mudroom just off the kitchen. It was also the laundry room. Sheila said "You are soaked to the bone, take off all of your clothes and I will put your clothes in the dryer and while you're doing that, I will get you something to wear. She removed her own waterproof heavy cost and hug it on a hook along with the scarf that had been around her neck. She was wearing a w wool cable knit sweater and wool pleated skirt and comfortable shoes. While I was getting undressed, she left to get me something to wear. When she returned, she handed me a shorty Indonesian dressing gown that was immodestly sheer. I had already taken off my school clothes so I put the gown anyway. (On her I'm sure it would have barely covered her butt. On me it hung to midthigh). When I looked down, I saw that my mauve nipples and the dark shadow of my pubic hair were visible and I was embarrassed. I was too shy to mention to Sheila that the gown was not the kind of gown for me. Sheila gathered up all of my wet clothes and put them in the dryer. Then she led me into the kitchen. She must have turned up the heater and turned on the coffee maker because the house was warm and smelled of freshly brewed coffee. She stopped long enough to fill two mugs with coffee and asked me if I wanted creamer and sugar. I added a little vanilla creamer and sugar. She added a little sugar to her mug before leading me into the living room. We sat together on the sofa. After we took a sip of our coffee, she asked me, "Do you like your coffee?" "Yes, the warmth hits the spot." Sheila wrapped her arms around me and hugged me against her warm body. I could feel her soft breasts molding against my body. There was something about the feel and smell of her body and perfume that made me feel something sexual about her. I even felt a pang of guilt for even thinking such thoughts. Sheila was asking me if I was feeling comfortable now. I assured her that I was feeling warmer. She commented that she had watched me grow up and I was developing into a very attractive young woman. I thanked her and was flattered that she noticed. Then she started asking me questions about things I liked, school and such but she eventually asked about my boyfriends. I felt uncomfortable talking about boys. "I don't have a boyfriend. I have had few dates with boys but I didn't feel comfortable they were so grabby and with rough hands. Sheila asked, "Have you ever had a relationship with a girlfriend?" "no" "When I was a few years younger than you, my best friend and I started checking out each other's pussy to see if they were different. We eventually discovered that we liked the feelings we were inducing in each other. When I was freshman high school at the beginning of the spring semester it was a rainy day very much like today. I was walking home from school like you were and a car sopped for me. It was a senior girl from school that I had seen around the campus. She was one of the girls that hung out off-campus smoking cigarettes and never participated in physical education classes. She offered to take me home. As soon as I was in her car, she offered me a cigarette I refused. While we were driving the windows were up and the interior was filled with gray smelly smoke. I had to crack the window to clear out the smoke. She took me to my home following my directions. Both of my parents ore to we had the house to ourselves. The girl invited herself in and took me into her arm and kissed me on the mouth. She undressed me and herself and she ate my pussy right there on the living room carpet. She made me eat her pussy too. I have had a girlfriend ever since. I would love to teach you everything and be your lover, Tina. The best thing about having a girlfriend is that you don't have to worry about getting pregnant and no one has to know about your secret life." I looked at her from a different perspective. I had always admired her looks and figure. Her face reminded me of Barbra Streisand and she had a body that was amazing for a woman old enough to be my mother. I gusted that her measurements were 38-D, 26, 40, with long shapely legs, and 125 pounds. The idea of an adult woman wanting to make love to me was enough to make my panties wet. Sheila laned close and her lips brushed mine. When I didn't object, she pressed her lips against mine in a very long passioned kiss. She used her tongue to trace the outline of my lips before forced her tongue into my mouth. The kiss was so exciting that I hardly noticed that she placed her hand on my left breast until she squeezed it. My nipples both goy stiff in response to her manipulation. She continued kissing me as she placed that hand on my thigh. She slid her hand upwards taking the gown with it. My skin began to tremble as her hand drew close to my crotch. When her finger touched her clit, my body jerked. She pulled my panties off of me and masturbated me with her fingers until I actually had a strong orgasm. While I quivered until I recovered, Sheila stood up. Sheila proceeded to pull her sweater over her head. Then she unfastened her pleated skirt and pushed it down her body and stepped out of it. She was wearing a white full slip that she pulled over h head. She was wearing old comfortable full panties and bra that supported her full breasts. She unfastened the back of the bra and held the cups as the shoulder straps fell off her shoulders. As she pulled the bra away, I saw that her large breasts had large dimpled areolas were a dark mauve color and her nipples were large too. I saw that the undersides were sweaty when she lifted them. She turned her attention to removing her panties after discarding the bra. She placed her fingers under the waistband of the panties and began to roll them down. I sat there watching she slowly exposed her pubic area. She was obviously comfortable with her natural body. She did not shave or trim her pubic hair. The tangle of dark brown obscured actually seeing her vaginal opening. She sat back down and tossed the panties aside. Having finished removing her clothes she started removing the dressing gown. When we were both totally naked, we took turns sucking each other's tits. Sheila was in charge and placed me on my back with my head resting on the arm of the couch. She placed my left leg on the back of the couch. She knelt between my legs and started kissing both of my inner thighs before she started licking my pussy. She eventually latched onto my clit with her lips and sucked on it until I had another orgasm. She laid on top of me while I recovered. When she kissed me on the mouth I could taste and smell my own pussy fluid. Now it was my turn. I wanted to find out what her pussy tasted like but I was unsure if I could actually do it. Sheila was sitting at the other end of the couch. She looked pleased with herself. I moved off of t couch and knelt on the carpeted floor and spread her legs. I could feel the heat radiating from her thighs. I could also smell her pungent odor. When I actually buried my face n that thick mat of pubic hair I looked up and saw her breasts hanging over my head. The look on Sheila's face was pure bliss. I didn't stop eating her pussy until she had three orgasms. We eventually bathed together in her tub before we got dressed and she took me home. Mom asked what Sheila and I talked about. I assured her that talking to Sheila was like having an older sister. Mother accepted that the two of us were friends. Sheila began picking me up after school regularly. The only time we didn't have sex was when her husband was home. I was horny all of the time after I discovered the pleasures of sex. My best friend, Gail, and I had known each other from our first day of preschool. We spent a lot of time with each other. We had sleepovers at each other's home often. After a couple of weeks visiting Sheila I invited Gail for a sleepover. That evening while we were in bed together, I asked her if she ever masturbated and she admitted that she masturbated almost every day. After some childish gigiling we started masturbating each other. We progressed to kissing and we sucked tits and pussies several times that night. The next time Sheila picked me up after school I asked her if I could invite a friend to join us. She was willing as long as I was sure we could trust my friend. When I asked Gil if she would like to meet my adult friend, she was all for it. The next day Gail and I were waiting for Sheila to pick us up. When she arrived, we both piled into the passenger seat together. I introduced them to each other on the way to Sheila's home. Sheila made sandwiches for us before we took it to the bedroom. We quickly removed our clothes and we performed oral sex on each other. Sheila produced a strap-on dildo and introduced both of us to the use of the same. For me, it was exciting to spread my legs for Sheila to fuck me while Gail sat on mt face. I was just as exciting when Gail fucked Sheila and I sat on Sheila's face. The three of us establish a way that we could get together on a regular bases, and Gail and I continued having sleepovers. Gail and I had been having sex with each other for four months before the night my mother became aware that Gail and I were lesbian lovers. It was late enough that we were comfortable that my parents were in bed. It was a warm night and Gail and I had removed our nightgowns. I preferred to leave the lights on so that we could see everything. I was busy eating Gail's pussy and already had a strap-on dildo in place. Gail was responding to my efforts to make cum by moaning a little too loudly. Mother suddenly opened the door thinking one of us was in pain. There was that pause s she fully understood what was going on. I also froze with my hips pressed against Gail's butt. Mom's hand covered her mouth and she closed the door without saying anything. Gail was unaware that we had been seen. She at least had an orgasm just as we were interrupted. I didn't get much sleep that night. The atmosphere in the kitchen was chilly while we ate and headed off to school. I dreaded going home all day. When I go home Mom was waiting for me. She insisted that I sit at the kitchen table for a talk. I was not looking forward to this talk and was sweating. Mom looked almost as unfordable as I felt. "Tina, I can only assume that you and Gail are lesbians after what I witnessed last night. I couldn't believe that my own daughter would fuck someone with a dildo? By the way Where did you get that thing?" I lied! I told her that I ordered It online. I wouldn't tell her that it had been a gift from Sheila. Mom asked, "How long have you and Gail been having sex with each other?" I almost panicked at that question. "Not very long!" "Do you think you think you will always be a lesbian or is this a phase that you might grow out of?" I had never thought about the future before. "I don't know Mother. I never thought about that before. I assume that I will have a couple of children someday." Mom looked like she was thinking. "Let's not tell your father about this for now. Just promise me that you and Gail will be discrete?" I leaned over and hugged Mom, "Thank you for understanding." I wondered if I should tell her about Sheila, but opted not to say anything at this time. The next day when Sheila picked up Gail and me, she commented that she had received a call from my mother about what she had seen and had asked her for her advice about hat she should do. She assured my mother that the wisest thing to do was to let you discover your own sexual orientation. Mom seemed to be comfortable with Gail and I sleep together at each other's house so far. 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