Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2013 22:23:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Omega's First Love, (lesbian/adult youth, oral, f/F)

Warning:

Lesbian Adult youth, oral, f/F

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
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              Omega's First Love
                     By
                    Jan

	My name is Omega, because it is the 24th and
last letter in the Greek alphabet, and my parents
were sure that they were not going to have any more
children.  They had five children over the course of
eight years like most families.  While raising their
children time passed, and my older brother had
moved the whole family west to a rather small
farming and oil community of about 30,000 people.
Let's just say that was an Oop's baby.  My parents
passed away while I was in grammar school.

	It was interesting growing up in a small town
where the teachers knew my family.  Most of the
children had a strong family resemblance.  Even if
they didn't have the same German last name.  It was
not uncommon to start a new year in school and have
a teacher comment that they had taught a lot of the
Barn's family over the years, and had Roberta Barns
in their class last year.  How are you related to them?
I knew it would freak them out when I told them that
they were my nieces, and nephews.  They could figure
out quickly that some of my nieces and nephews were
old enough to be my parents.

	Outside of the fact of my strange family
relationship I had a pretty normal childhood.  I have
to admit that I was an attractive dark haired girl.
Boys were all over me from the time I started school.
A lot of girls were my friends and looked up to me as
a leader.  Some girls resented me because so many
boys were always flirting with me.

	The sister that raised me was a very religious
woman, and did her best to protect me, but I became
sexually aware at a young age.  The interesting thing
was that I didn't care much for all of the attention
boys showed me.  Like a lot of girls as me and my
contemporaries reached puberty we had pajama
parties.  The typical conversation was about boys of
course.  We spent the time listening to music,
practicing dance steps with each other, and putting
on makeup and changing hair styles.  When we would
finely bed down for the night, we would pair up with
our best friends.  While cuddling up with each other
in our sleeping rolls or sleeping bags, we would
explore each other's bodies.  We discovered how
sensitive our budding breasts were, checked out each
other's pussies.

	By the time school got around to teaching us
the facts of life it was humorous because most of the
girls in the class had already had sex with older boys,
and shared the information to the rest of us.  Their
descriptions of boys, sweat dripping from their faces
onto girls while they were being fucked didn't sound
attractive to me.  Most people thought I had been
sexually active for years, because of my looks.

	I had sexually matured young.  By the age of
fourteen I was a 36-C, 20, 36.  I had gone from
pigtails to an adult hairstyle too.  Adult men had even
tried to feel me up, but I had rejected all advances
from boys and men.  Everyone in town knew that I
had two brothers that were very powerful in the
community, and had nieces and nephews that were
almost adults.  They all looked after me.  If I even
kissed a boy on the street the whole family knew
about it within hours.

	As a result I was a virgin longer that a lot of my
friends, in fact some of the ones that were putting
out were dating some of the most popular boys,
because I was earning the reputation of being a
tease, or and ice princess.  It bothered me that the
most popular boys rejected me because I wouldn't let
them fuck me.

	There were other girls that were religious
enough not to have sex either, but I was not that
religious.  I stopped going to church with my guardian
sister when I got to high school.

	I had issues with fundamental religion insisting
on their belief that the world is only 6 thousand
years old and so many other things, not based on
scientific facts.  I began to question so many things
our minister preached.  What made him think he was
the authority, as to the meanings of the bible.  He
stood up there in his pulpit preaching about the evils
of alcohol, adultery, apportion, fornication, and while
he preached that we should help our fellow man, he
resented the poor that suckled at the tits of the tax
payers.  But things really changed when my school
took a field trip to the Monterey Aquarium.

	About the only thing my classmates knew about
the area was from the old James Dean movie 'East of
Eden' and the later movie 'Cannery Row.'  Most of
them had never read the books.  They didn't even
know that the movie 'East of Eden' was only the last
three chapters of the book.

	The trip was chaperoned by Mr. Jones, a history
teacher and assistant football coach, and Ms. Wills,
the biology and swim team coach.  When we arrived
we were given a guided tour to the aquarium.  We also
got to shop.  The old canneries had been turned into
retail outlets.  We were also going to visit Carmel too.

	We were staying in a cheap motel for the
weekend.  It was an exciting adventure for all of us.
Because the room had two full sized beds they
assigned four girls to a room.  I knew the three
classmates I was roomed with, but not too well.

	We were having a great time running around the
place like young girls will do, until bed time.  None of
us were at all shy about undressing in front of each
other.  The girls I was sharing a room with were all
members of the high school swim team.  They got on
top of one of the beds, and started feeling each
other up.  I had not done anything like that since
junior high.  They tried to get me to join them on the
bed, but I refused.  They admonished me not to say
anything about what they were doing, and I assured
them that I wouldn't say anything.  I was well aware
that they could spread lies about me that would make
my life hell.

	I witnessed them sucking each other's tits and
pussies for hours.  I did my best not to watch, even
turning my back to them, but I heard all of the noise
and exclamations as they told each other what to do,
and how it felt.  I was intrigued by the sounds, but
disturbed too.  I asked them if there was someone
they would prefer to share their room with.  They
told me if you don't want to join us, we would prefer
Lisa, another member of the swim team.

	I assured them that I would simply tell Ms.
Wills that you preferred to room with a fellow swim
team member.  I gathered up my clothes and got
dressed, packed up my stuff before going to the
room that Ms. Wills was in, and knocked on the door.

	Ms. Wills opened the door enough to slip out to
talk to me.  (It never dawned on me that she was
entertaining someone in her room.)  I asked her if I
could change rooms with Lisa.  She gave me a look
that indicated that she was disappointed that I
wanted to change rooms, but she accompanied me to
the room that Lisa was staying in.  The girl was all
smiles when she was asked if she wanted to change
rooms with me.  She packed up and went rushing to
the other room.

	Ms. Will simply said, "When we get home you
have to come to my house and talk about this!"

	The three girls I share the room with were
already in bed.  I changed into my nightgown and got
in bed with the odd girl.  It was too exciting of a
weekend to worry about the sexual activities of a few
girls.

	When we got back home everything returned to
normal.  Eventually, a lot of my fellow students were
talking about becoming marine biologists, but I knew
most would probably become housewives to farmers
or oilfield roughnecks.  One day Ms. Wills stopped me
between classes to remind me that she wanted to
have a talk with me.  I told her that I had forgotten
about the incident, and assured her that I would visit
her after school.

	Like I said, everyone pretty much knew
everyone in town.  I knew Ms. Wills lived on the edge
of town in an old farm house.  The land had not been
farmed in many years.  The only thing growing on the
land was tumble weeds.  The gravel driveway was lined
on the windward side with Italian Cypress trees.  I
rode my bike out of town after calling my sister to
tell her I was visiting my teacher.

	I saw Ms. Wills' SUV in the driveway.  (Just
about everyone in town drove a pickup or SUV.)  I
leaned my bike against the side of the house before
climbing the steps to knock on the screen door.

	Ms. Wills came to the door and crossed the
veranda of the screened in porch that surrounded
the house to let me in.  The screened in porch shaded
the windows of the house making it cooler during the
hot summers.  She escorted me into her family room
and offered me iced tea.

	We eventually settled down on the davenport to
enjoy the iced tea and talk about the reason for me
wanting to change my room assignment during the
field trip.  She asked me why I wanted to change
rooms.  I told her that my roommates preferred the
company of a friend of theirs.  I didn't want to tell
her that the girls were lesbians, and had threatened
me if I told anyone.

	Ms. Wills said, "I was hoping the girls would
convince you to join the school swim team."

	I told her, "I enjoy swimming during the hot
summers, but I have no desire to swim competitively."

	Ms. Wills was not a local, and was curious about
my family.  "You come from a large family, but I don't
understand your relationship to all of them?"

	"My parents had five children, two boys, and
three girls like a lot of families.  But I was an
accident.  My father was old, bed ridden, and blind,
my mother had been drawing social security for at
least 10 years, when I came along.  They both passed
away while I was in grammar school.  My oldest
brother has assumed parental responsibility for me,
and the youngest sister is raising me with her
children.  There have been 14 of my nieces and
nephews go through this school before me, and there
are only 2 nieces that will be in the high school by the
time I'm a senior.  There are also at least three
bastards of my younger brother in this high school
right now, and at least one of my older brother's too.
Sex is nothing but a big joke to me!  I know that I'm
an attractive girl, because all of my life boys have
been trying to get into my pants.  Some have even
tried to force themselves on me."

	Ms. Wills was really taken aback by my story.
"Have you ever had sex with anyone?"

	"Sure, when I was in junior high my girlfriends
and I had pajama parties where we explored sex with
each other, but as I got older I dated a few boys and
I found that sex with them was boring.  All they
wanted to do is paw my tits, and stick their cocks in
me, and all they were interested in was getting off.  I
rarely got off with them.  I don't want to have sex
with just anyone!  I want more from sex, so I have
vowed to only have sex with someone I love!"

	"Did the girls offend you on the field trip?" she
asked.

	It was obvious that she knew that the girls on
the swim team were lesbians.  There rumors that the
girls on the swim team were lesbians, and also
probably Ms. Wills were probably true.

	I looked at her with a new appreciation.  She
was an attractive woman who had actually been a
swimmer for the Arizona State college team.  She
was a tall slender woman with average sized breasts
that were compressed within sports bras most of the
time.  She kept her blonde hair cropped rather short
for convenience, but she didn't look like my idea of a
lesbian dyke.

	She asked, "Have you ever considered having
sex with an older woman?"

	'Yes, one time when one of my older sisters and
I were drinking whisky together, because we knew
her husband was fucking a bar maid while he was
working out of town.  Even with five kids she still had
a nice figure.  One thing led to another and we wound
up having sex with each other."

	Ms. Wills said, "I would love you to join the swim
team and enjoy sex with me and the girls!"

	I laughed, "I'm not that good of a swimmer, and
I wouldn't care to cut my hair.  I'm very proud of my
hair."

	She said, "I could make you into a good
swimmer, and we could stuff all of your hair into a
swim cap."

	"Really I'm not that interested in swimming!"

	Ms. Wills placed her fingers on my arm and
stroked my arm.  When I didn't object, her hand went
up to my shoulder and followed the swell of my bust
line, until her hand was resting on my tit.  She
squeezed it, as she leaned forward and kissed me on
the mouth.  There was that pregnant moment when I
could have rejected her advances, but I didn't.  I
opened my mouth and allowed her to stick her tongue
into my mouth.

	There was no stopping her after that.  While
she was feeling me up and removing my clothes, I was
busy taking her clothes off too.  The amount of time
she spent in the pool made her body clean with very
little natural body oils, so she smelled a little of
chlorine.  When I got her out of the sports bra I
discovered that her breasts were larger than I had
thought.  The nipples were ripe for sucking.  With the
removal of her panties I discovered that her pussy
was shaved clean as a baby's.

	Ms. Wills led me to her bedroom after we had
shed our clothes.  It was very exciting to be parading
down the hardwood floors barefooted, within the air-
conditioned house.  When she placed me on her bed, I
was ready for anything.  She made love to me like she
was going to do it the rest of her life.  She massaged
my breasts and sucked on them as if she thought she
was going to get milk out of them.

	When she moved down my body to show me how
an adult woman eats pussy, I spread my legs to give
her full access to my pussy.  She was truly an expert
at eating pussy, I felt like I was going crazy the way
she made me feel.  I was right on the edge of
cumming, but I couldn't get past that last barrier.  It
was a delicious feeling, and I would have been happy
if it did last forever.  Just the same I'm sure her jaw
was starting to ache from holding her mouth open so
long, while she licked my clit and sucked on it.  The
way she distracted my attention so that I could cum
was to tickle my asshole with her fingertip.  It felt
like a wave rushing over my body, it left me feeling as
if my limbs were made of heavy rubber.  It took me
several minutes to recover.  I was in no hurry to move
through.

	She lay next to me, and cradled my head on her
breasts, while I looked up at her with admiration.  It
was wickedly erotic the way she smelled the fingertip
that had been tickling my asshole.

	I was no stranger to kissing pussy, but what she
had done to me was mind blowing.  While my head was
resting on her tits, I couldn't resist taking one of her
nipples into my mouth.  I did my best to please her
the way she had done to me.  I could tell by her
breathing and the sounds she was making that I must
be doing something right.  I also reached down to feel
her shaved pussy.  It was amazingly wet and slippery.
I stroked it a few times, and brought my hand up to
my face, so that I could smell my fingers.  Just
smelling her musky odor made my own pussy tingle.

	I felt her hands on my shoulder and top of my
head as she pressed me downward.  It was obvious
what she wanted me to do, and I was just as excited
about doing to her what she had done to me.

	As I positioned myself between her legs, she
wrapped her long slender legs around my head, and
rested her heels on my back.  Her labia minor
protruded well past her labia major.  I sucked the
rubbery flesh into my mouth and pulled my head back
stretching the skin as far as I could.  Then I stuck
my tongue out in a point and stabbed her clit with it,
until she responded with lovely nasty words that just
added to my own wetness.

	Did I dare play with her asshole the way she
had done to me?  I slipped my hand between her legs
and under her butt.  I tickled her puckered asshole
the same way she had done to me.  She praised my
efforts with lovingly dirty words.  When she actually
came my mouth was flooded with her slippery juice.  I
swallowed as fast as I could, but my face was covered
with her juice from eyebrows to chin.

	When she relaxed she let her legs fall onto the
bed and her arms lay limply beside her body.  I looked
up at her face with my chin resting in the folds of
her labia.  I was pleased with my efforts to please
her.  Eventually I managed to realize that I had to
get dressed and go home.

	We didn't know what to say, so we returned to
the living room to retrieve our clothes.  I got dressed
and even felt funny about kissing Ms. Wills as I went
outside to retrieve my bicycle to go home.  I had a lot
to think about on the way home.

	As much as I had enjoyed the sex with Ms.
Wills I knew that she was not the kind of woman that
could be happy making love to just one person.  It was
obvious that she was having sex with most of her
swim team, if not all of them.  Would I be willing to
share her with all of those girls?

	As I put my bike away I happened to smell my
hand, and became aware that my hand smelled of her
asshole, and my face had a tight feeling from her
dried cum.  My face must smell of her pussy, so I
dare not get close enough to my parents for them to
smell her sexy scent on me.

	I went into the house and headed directly to
the bathroom to wash up.  As I passed the kitchen I
heard her call out, "Honey, dinner is almost ready, go
wash up for dinner!"

	I made sure to wash my face and arms and
hands very carefully.  I was sure that all they would
smell was the fragrance of soap.

	I tossed and turned all night.  I debated about
what I wanted to do about my new found sexual
desires.  Was I willing to share Ms. Wills with the
swim team?  It was troubling to me.

	The next day at school I was distracted most of
the day.  There was no opportunity to talk to Ms.
Wills during my second period biology class, besides I
hadn't made up my mind about my feelings.  When the
last period bell rang and the hall filled with students
scrambling to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder.  It
was Ms. Wills, and she fell in step alongside of me.

	"Why don't you accompany me to the pool, so we
can talk?"

	I matched her stride as we made our way across
the campus to the athletic department and the pool.
We entered the girl's locker room and headed
directly to her office.  As we approached the door we
were intercepted by one of the girls on the swim
team and another younger girl.

	The older girl said, "Ms. Wills, this is my cousin
Connie, she wants to join the team."

	Ms. Wills looked her over and asked, "Where
were you when school started?"

	The older girl said, "Her parents were visiting
relatives in Oklahoma.  They thought school started
this week!"

	Ms. Wills looked at the older girl and asked, "Is
she the kind of girl we want on the team?"

	She beamed as she said, "She was the best
swimmer for the Hanford junior high team, and I
vouch for her!"

	They exchanged knowing smiles.  Ms. Wills said,
"Why don't you introduce her to the team, and get
her a locker.  I will check her out in the pool later.

	As the two girls turned to rush off to the
locker room, I had to admire the young girl's butt.

	As we climbed the stairs and entered her
office, I saw the large window overlooking the locker
room.  The swim team had a separated area with large
lockers with benches in front of the lockers placed
against the walls of the room.  There were about 15
girls in various stages of undress.  The older girl gave
Connie a locker next to hers.  They hung their book
bags in the lockers and started getting undressed.
The older girl waited until they were both completely
naked before she introduced her cousin to the other
girls.  One by one the girls came by hugged her and
kissed her.  They all took a feel of her tits and pussy
before returning to their lockers.

	The young girl already had a Nike competition
swimsuit in the school colors.  The locker room slowly
emptied as the girls took quick showers before
exiting into the pool area.

	Ms. Wills asked me if I had decided to join the
team, and I had to tell her, "I have no desire to
compete with other girls for your love!  I want to find
a woman that will love me exclusively."

	I left her office determined to find a woman
that would love only me.  I just didn't know when that
was going to happen.  A small town like mine is a
bastion of Okie rednecks that are known for being
brutally cruel to suspected gays.

	Our local Eastern Star and Jobs Daughters
were having a dinner for the new inductees, and I was
helping prepare the dinner.  The woman that was in
charge of the dinner was the widowed owner of the
local drycleaners, named Helen.

	Helen was the only Arminian living in our little
community.  When her husband passed away she ran
the cleaners with her older sister until her sister
passed away.  She sure had bad luck, because her
loved ones were always succumbing to cancer.
Everyone in town did their best to support her
business.

	We were as busy as one armed paper hangers
preparing the dinner and cleaning up after the party.
When we finally had the hall cleaned up, we sat down
to catch our breath.  Helen poured herself a double
shot of Scotch.  I had never seen her take a drink
before.  Before we clocked out, she hugged and
kissed me on the mouth.  It surprised me to feel her
soft lips on mine.  It did make my pussy tingle though.
It is hard to tell when a dark skinned woman is
blushing, but she quickly let go of me, and hurried to
her car.

	The next afternoon I brought my gown to the
cleaners along with a few items of my sister's.  She
was very shy.  She couldn't look me in the eye, as she
apologized for the way she had kissed me last night.
I assured her there was nothing to apologize for.  I
actually enjoyed the kiss.

	She looked up and into my eyes, and gave me a
little smile.

	The smile empowered me to be a little bolder
than normal, "If you ever feel like kissing me again, I
would love it!"

	She quickly rang up the items to be cleaned, and
gathered them up from the counter and tossed them
into the big canvas wheeled cart.  As she handed me
the claim check, she took my hand and held it.  "I'm a
very lonely woman, and have very few friends; would
you care to drop by my home to have tea with me?"

	She was such a sweet lady, I couldn't refuse her
request.  I wasn't even thinking about sex.  She was
just a nice lady that didn't have many friends in town.
I told her, "I promise that I will drop by after dinner
tonight."

	My sister always had dinner on the table by six
every evening.  With her five children dinner was
always an adventure.  The younger children were
always complaining to their siblings to stop touching
them, at least until their father had enough and
simply said, "That's enough crap, KNOCK IT OFF!"

	As soon as I finished helping my sister wash the
dishes I told her that I was going to visit Helen
Yerjanian.  My sister even gave me a plate of left
overs and desert to take with me.

	It was only a short walk to her home.  She
ushered me into her kitchen.  It was obvious that she
spent most of her free time in the kitchen.  She even
had a television there to keep her company.  She told
me to thank my sister for the food, and it smelled
delicious, as she put the plate in the fridge and
promised to return the plate when I picked up the
laundry.  I had never been in her home before, so she
was obligated to show me her home.  It was a very
clean two bedroom home.

	When we returned to the kitchen she insisted
on making tea for me.  We talked about the dinner we
had prepared for the Eastern Star, and discussed
which members of Jobs Daughters we liked and didn't
like.  We had the same opinions about the girls.  She
finally reached across the table and took hold of my
hand and confided to me, "I'm a very lonely woman.
There is no one in this hateful redneck community I
can talk to!"

	I felt obligated to assure her that she could
talk to me.

	She said, I hope that I can, and that you will
never tell anyone about what I tell you!"

	She told me, "Everyone in town thinks that J. C.
was my husband, but in fact he was my brother."

	I'm sure the look on my face was shock, because
I was thinking that she was in an incestuous
relationship with him.

	Helen quickly added, "We were not lovers, we
let everyone thing we were married because he was
gay.  If everyone knew that about him we couldn't
have lived here."

	I was fascinated by her story.  Everyone in town
had believed them to be married, and her revelation
that they had lived as husband and wife to hide the
fact that he was gay.  I assured her that I would not
tell anyone.

	She lifted my hand and kissed my fingers,
"Thank you, Dear."

	She added, "After my brother's death I had
moved my sister into my home to help with the
business."  She paused to consider whether or not to
tell the truth.  "My sister was in fact my lover!"

	It took me a moment to understand the Helen
was telling me that she was having a lesbian
relationship with her older sister.

	Until that moment, I had not thought much
about her sexually.  She was an attractive woman,
though, but she had been a woman in her mid-forties,
and as such, not the kind of woman I had ever
thought about having sex with.  She was at least five-
feet six, with skin dark enough to pass as a Mexican,
and thick black hair.  She dressed just as
conservatively as all of the religious country wives in
town, so there was not much to say about her figure.

	'Now that you know my secret, can you still be
my friend?"

	I kissed her hands, and assured her, "I never
would have suspected that you were a lesbian, and
love you even more for telling me your secret!  I have
had sex with someone before, but she does not want
to have sex with just one person.  I want to love one
person!  Why did you decide to tell your story to me?"

	Helen looked into my brown eyes and said, "I
heard you refused to join the swim team, but didn't
tell anyone why you didn't want to swim.  There are
rumors about the team and Ms. Wills.  Not that there
is any proof, but I suspect there is some truth to the
stories.  I happened to see you coming home from her
house a few days ago on your bicycle.  There was
something about the way you looked.  You looked like
you were miles away, deep in thought."

	Helen stood up and came around the table, and
pulled me to my feet.  She hugged me and kissed me
softly at first.  Then she pried her tongue between
my lips.  When I stuck my tongue out, she sucked on
it.  Her right hand had been gripping my ass, but she
circled my hip and placed the palm of her hand right
on my crotch.  Her long finger was pressing the
material of my panties and shirt between the folds of
my pussy.  She led me to the front parlor where
there was a love seat.

	In the days when this house was built the parlor
was where the daughters of the house could
entertain their beaus, while the family remained in
the family room, and admonished the younger
brothers to leave them alone.

	Helen had me sit down before she sat down
next to me.  Our thighs were touching each other, as
she wrapped her arm around my shoulders.  She
started kissing me, and feeling my small breasts
through my dress.  I let out a moan into her mouth.
My nose was filled with the soft fragrance of her
delicate perfume.

	I couldn't resist feeling her big soft tit. We
started unbuttoning the front of each other's dress.
I was young enough that I rarely ever wore a bra, so
she was able to start feeling my flesh right away.
She had on a soft, comfortable bra, but I slipped my
hand inside the cup to pull her breast out of the bra.
Her breasts were much larger than my hands.  My
hand barely covered the circumference of her
chocolate areola.  The plump nipple pressed against
the palm of my hand.  I squeezed and molded the soft
warm flesh like a big blob of Silly Putty.  We were
kissing each other with our mouths open.  I was
breathing through my nose and smelling her exhaled
breath.  She was the one to interrupt the kiss, so
that she could bend down and take one of my nipples
into her mouth.  She sucked on it, while molding the
other tit with her hand.

	I pulled her dress off of her shoulders, and
reached behind her back to unhook the bra with one
hand.  I managed to strip her down to the waist.  I
sat back to admire her breasts.

	Like most women her age, her breasts sagged
down almost to her waist, and the areolas and nipples
pointed towards her lap.  I envied her golden brown
skin, because my white skin sunburned so easily.  I
lifted both of her tits, and felt the weight of them.
She even helped hold them up, so that I could suckle
them, and play with them.

	It was so close on the love seat that we
struggled to finish undressing each other.  We had to
take turns lifting our butt to remove our dresses and
underwear.  I was just as excited about getting a look
at her pussy as she was in seeing mine.  I preferred
to trim my hair to an even quarter inch length before
shaving the mound into a little triangle.  Helen was
the kind of woman that had pubic hairs growing down
the inside of her thighs, so that there was no hiding
the hairs with panties.  If it were possible, her musky
smell was even stronger than Ms. Wills'.  We sat
there with one arm around each other, and we
masturbated each other.

	Had anyone entered the parlor at that point
they would have been overwhelmed by the aroma of
hot pussies, and the sounds of an adult woman, and a
girl moaning at the top of their lungs.  I came before
her but she didn't stop until she came too.
Afterwards she sprawled out with our legs spread
open.  We still had our hands resting on each other's
pussy, while our breathing returned to normal.

	Helen slipped off of the love seat and onto her
knees on the area rug between my legs.  She spread
my knees apart even farther, while she inspected my
pussy.  She told me, "I have missed the taste and
smell of a sweet pussy for a long time."

	My pussy was soaking wet as she started lapping
at my pussy, and sucking on my clit.  I couldn't believe
how good she was at sucking pussy.  I found myself
slapping her ears with my thighs.  It was very
thrilling the way she made me cum.  When I pushed
her away, she sat back on her heels, and looked up at
me with a wet smile on her face.  She asked, "Will you
be my lover?"

	I bent over, and held her by her shoulders, as I
said, "Nothing would please me more that to make
love to you every day for the rest of my life!" as I
kissed her on the mouth.  What a rush, her face
smelled and tasted of my pussy.

	I slid off of the love seat, and pushed her
backwards onto the area rug.  Her knees were bent
with her heels almost touching her butt.  I bent over
her body and sucked on those gorgeous nipples as her
breasts flattened out over her chest to rest on her
upper arms.  I didn't need any encouragement, but
she placed her hands on top of my head to let me
know she was ready for me to suck her pussy.

	I moved my body down until my head was level
with her pussy.  I couldn't resist combing her pubic
hair with my fingertips.  To me her pussy was the
most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  The way her
butt flattened out allowed me access to her brown
asshole.  I stuck my tongue into her brown hole
before sweeping my tongue up her pussy all the way
up to her hooded clit.  Then I took her clit into my
mouth and sucked on it until Helen cried out, "Omega,
my GAWD, you are the last word in sex!"

	She made sure I washed up before going home,
because she didn't want me smelling of her pussy.
The next week I started working at the drycleaners
after school.  I managed the cash register, and
learned to hem clothes and sew on buttons.  We spent
a lot of time together, when we were not working.
We knew better than to come out in this little town,
so we arranged to sell the business while buying a
cleaning establishment in San Francisco.  We even
had a marriage ceremony within our little lesbian
community.  We have been happily married for years
now.


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