Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 13:19:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Nasty Smelly Pussy (lesbian adlut/youth, oral, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a preteen and a black woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2009 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Nasty Smelly Pussy By Jan My mother named me Isadora for some unknown reason. I grew up in Scottsdale, Arizona. It is hot here even when it rains, which is seldom during the summer anyway. The pavement gets so hot that car tires explode because of the heat. Growing up in such heat, you get used to smelling sweating bodies. I learned to actually like the odor of sweaty bodies. I was raised by a single parent. My mother raised me by herself. The worst thing about that is she had to work to support us. That meant I was left alone a lot. When you don't have company to socialize with you become starved for companionship. I was a small girl for my age. At the age of ten most people thought I was still in pre-school. I was a Jewish girl. My mother and I were Russian Jews from New York. Our family had fled Russia after World War II when the Red Brigade was expelling Jews from the land. Her father had been a tailor in the garment district. There was no doubt that I was a Russian Jew. My one pride and joy was my long curly brown hair. It was long enough for me to sit on. I had a narrow face, with nose and ears that would do Barbara Streisand proud. I had to wear glasses too. At ten my chest was flat as a board, no hips or butt. If it were not for the hair I could pass for a boy. Being a poor Jewish girl in the suburbs of Phoenix does have its drawbacks. In the social order of the southwest Jews are just one step above one of the colored races, Blacks or Mexicans as far as the locals are concerned. My mother and I lived in a cheap apartment building. We lived on the second floor. The cheaper apartments were on the lower floors because the higher floors had the view and could enjoy the breeze when there was one. My best friend lived on one of the upper floors. She was a cute blond haired girl, no glasses, named Enid. Her family had moved west from Oklahoma during the depths of the depression and dust bowl days. We were the same age and in the same classroom at school, but she was much bigger than me. Enid and I did the laundry for our families. One day when we were in the basement doing the laundry we found some discarded toys. After that we checked out the trash regularly. Whenever someone moved we could expect to find a treasure of things in the trash. One afternoon we found some old pornographic magazines in the trash. Enid came from a very fundamental religious family, so she thought the pictures in the magazines were disgusting. On the other hand I was fascinated by the sexual acts depicted in the pictures. I secreted the magazines up to my room and hid them. When I was alone I would get them out and study them carefully. I discovered I enjoyed rubbing my naked crotch while looking at the pictures of women licking each other's crotches. Masturbating became an overwhelming desire. I didn't tell my friend about what I was doing because I knew she was too religious to approve of it. My mother had asked a neighbor woman to look after me while she was at work. She had even given her a key to the apartment. Her name was Tilda Wilton. Miss Tilda was a large black woman. She must have been in her forties, but who knew how old she really was. Her short nappy hair was kind 'a orange colored. She always had large hoop earrings on. She was a really heavyset woman, about five-feet six or seven. She must have weighed three hundred pounds, soft belly, big butt and HUGE tits. Each tit was much bigger than her head. With a body like hers she was sweating almost constantly. She would bring me sweet treats all of the time. I had gotten so absorbed in my fascination with the magazines that I forgot that Miss Tilda had her own key. She walked in on me while I was busy playing with my clit. That was when it got very interesting. She saw what I was doing, and I saw her, my first instinct was to cover up my crotch with the magazine. Tilda approached me without saying anything. I cowered in fear, fearing that she was going to punish me for being a nasty girl. She grabbed both of my wrists in her big hands and pulled them aside and looked at my naked crotch. She said, "Honey child, you don't need to hide what you were doing from me." I was actually starting to cry. She virtually picked me up by the arms and sat me on her lap as she sat down on the couch that was my bed. It was like being enveloped in a flesh sleeping bag. Her upper arms were larger than my waist. My shoulder was pressed under her armpit. I would feel the damp material of her simple cotton dress. The smell of her underarm was only inches from my nose. She let go of one of my wrists and started rubbing my little clam of a pussy with her fingers. Her fingers were almost as large as the pictures of the cocks in the magazines. The feeling of her rubbing my pussy was a hundred times more exciting than when I played with myself. Sitting on her lap was hard because of the size of her belly and tits. I had to hug her just to stay on her big thigh. That was good too, because my face was pressed against one of those big tits. I could tell that she didn't have a bra on under the thin cotton print dress. I would feel her large nipple pressed against my face. Tilda stopped playing with my pussy to remove all of my clothes. There was not much to remove. All I had on was a T-shirt. I had removed my shorts and panties before. I had not put on any shoes. Tilda started kissing my face after she had removed my glasses. Her large puffy lips were wet as she kissed my face. I was clinging to one of her monstrous tits while she rubbed every inch of my skinny little body. My skin was crawling from her delicate touch. Tilda sat me on the couch next to her and stood up in front of me to remove her clothes. The cotton house dress had large buttons down the front. I doubt if she could ever reach behind her back to unhook a bra, let along unfasten a dress. As she opened her dress, I was struck by her coffee colored skin. Her areolas were very large and even darker than her skin. The nipples were as large as the nipples on an "Even Flow" baby bottle. Each of her massive breasts hung down to her waist. She started rolling down her big roomy bloomer panties. The panties were stained at the crotch. It was hard to tell if it was stained from urine or the sloughed off skin mixed with sweat forming a yellowish scum on the legs of the panties. She rolled them down and lifted her legs out of them one at a time. She waved the crotch of her panties under my nose. The strong smell of her panties was not repulsive to me. If anything the smell made my pussy wetter. It was hard to see her pubis because her lower belly and thick thighs rolled over the area. What area I could see was covered with little ringlets of dark hair. The trail of hair did work its way up towards her navel. She spread her legs and used both hands to spread her pussy open. What I saw was a meaty reddish lining that was not that much different from my own. It was just bigger and the rubbery labia lips looked like smoky gray cauliflower. I was sitting close enough to smell her cunt. It was every bit as strong as her panties. She lifted both of her tits, and I saw the dark ovals caused by the heat rash making her skin discolored. She wiped the sweat from under her tits with her hands. Then she lifted her big flabby arms to wipe the sweat on her nappy head, in doing so I saw her underarms. They were almost white with nappy underarm hair, and her underarms of her arms wobbled as she moved her arms. She sat back down on the couch and drew me to her so that I could suck on one of those big chocolate nipples. It was so thrilling to rub my face between her big sweaty tits. They were so large that I could place her tits on either side of my head and rest them on my shoulders. Then I remembered the pictures of women sucking on each other's pussy. I slid to the floor in front of the couch. Tilda lay back against the back of the couch until she was almost reclining. I licked my way down her round belly towards her big smelly cunt. Her pubic hair was so coarse that it felt like I was scratching my tongue with steel-wool. When I got down to her slit I found her big rubbery clitoris and sucked it into my mouth. I even sucked her labia lips into my mouth. I knew she was enjoying my efforts because she was telling me what to do with the nastiest words I had ever heard. I was sucking the slimy juice right out of her pussy. I just loved doing the nastiest things she could think of. Tilda reached down and grabbed the backs of her barrel like thighs and pulled her legs up as much as she could. Then she demanded, "Lick my asshole, baby!" I had never thought about anything like that before, but the thought of doing something so nasty turned me on so much that I moved my face down between her thick ass cheeks. I could not resist sticking my tongue against her asshole. I loved the taste. I have no idea how many times Tilda climaxed but I was rewarded with plenty of her juice flowing from her nasty cunt. When she recovered she picked me up and placed me on the couch and felt me up while she kissed me. She had felt my hymen and knew I was a virgin. She asked, "Honey child, do you want me to take your cherry?" I really didn't know what she was talking about, but I was willing to do anything she asked. I assured her, "Tilda, you can do anything you want to me!" She kissed me on the mouth while she took her big index finger and slipped it into my pussy. I felt the pressure as her finger stretched the barrier of skin. Then I felt the sharp stabbing pain as her finger ripped through the skin. It hurt like hell. I could not help crying. She assured me that it would never hurt that much again. She added another finger and finger fucked me. The pain gave way to a feeling more intense than any masturbation I had felt before. I don't think I had a climax that time but I did feel like I passed out for a moment. When I became conscious, Tilda was wiping my lips with her fingers caked with drying blood. I tasted my own blood on her fingers. When she was sure I was awake she leaned over and licked up all traces of my virginal blood. I was hooked from that day on. Sex became my driving force. THE SMELLER AND NASTIER THE BETTER I LIKE IT. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com