Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2013 13:05:37 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Sex With Older Women, lesbian/adult youth, oeal, g/FFF) Warning: 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: 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 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Sex with Older Women By Jan When I was a child my mother divorced my father, and had sole custody of me. She had earned a nurses degree before she met my father, and had continued working throughout the duration of the marriage. Of course working as a registered nurse was a struggle for her after the divorce to support the two of us, because child support from my father was sporadic at best. We had to live very frugally, but as a child I never realized that we had to struggle to support ourselves. Mother managed to shield me from such distressing realities. I was very strongly attached to my mother emotionally. She was everything to me. I developed a slight crush on her, because I thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth. When I was twelve-years-old she was working in a medical clinic down town, and became close friends with a fellow nurse, named Lilith. She was about 43 or 44 years old, and a relatively attractive woman. She was unmarried, and vocalized a disdain for all males. They had become close friends over time. As a result the three of us spent a lot of time together. The economical situation of their occupations ensured that they didn't have a lot of discretionary income, making it necessary for us to find economical pursuits to entertain ourselves. Outdoor sports were the cheapest way to occupy our time. We played tennis and swam at the YWCA (Young Women's Christian Association) regularly. One afternoon Mother informed me that she had to return to her home town for a funeral. She didn't think that I would enjoy such a morbid occasion, and besides it would add to the expense to take me along. She asked her friend if she would look after me for a couple of days. Lilith was agreeable, and I had always looked upon her as practically a second mother. As soon as we put Mom on a bus, we returned to her apartment. We played cards while we talked. Eventually the conversation took up the subject of sex, and she asked me about how much I knew about sex. I assured her that Mom had told me about sex before I entered puberty. We discussed sex and how babies were made, and stressing the danger of unprotected sex with males until I was ready to take on the responsibility of parenthood. Lilith decided to expand my knowledge of the subject of sex. She suggested that we move to the couch, while she retrieved some books and magazines. When she returned to the couch, she had an armload of reading material. She had produced some medical illustrations, but that was too clinical. She showed me some magazines that were from some Scandinavian country. The pictures were of men and women engaged in sex. There were a lot of pictures of oral sex with them sucking each other's sexual organs, before there were pictures of actual coitus, and anal sex. She narrated the illustrations too. I did find the pictures fascinating, and studied every picture carefully. The people in the medical text books pictured a variety of appearances from very attractive to unattractive. I was intrigued by all of them just the same. The magazines pictured attractive people actually engaged in sexual acts that were pure pornography. While I was studying the pictures she was sitting next to me with an arm around my waist. I was aware of her body heat and the smell of her perfume, as she was narrating all of the pictures with nasty words, which was inducing a physical response in me. My pussy was making my panties wet. I was even aware of the smell my body was producing between my legs, even before she produced magazines with strictly lesbian themes. I have always been rather shy, so I was embarrassed by the smell I was producing as a result of the effects of the magazines and the proximity of her body. I have to admit I was being stimulated by the pictures of women engaging in all manner of sexual acts with each other. I was fascinated as much by the unattractive women as the pretty ones. She even had pictures of young girls sucking the pussies of adult women. While I was engrossed in studying these pictures, she started rubbing my crotch with her right hand, and her left arm was wrapped around my shoulders. She was obviously very experienced at seducing females. By the time she removed my panties I was ready to do anything she wanted. She also liked to use dirty words to describe parts of our bodies and what she wanted to do to me, and what she wanted me to do to her. She was very authoritative when she demanded that I do the things depicted in the pictures. She handled me physically very gently, but I could tell that she was much stronger than me. I didn't resist when she stripped all of my clothes off of me. I sat there trying to cover up my crotch with one hand while covering my tits with my left arm, as I watched her stand up and remove her own clothes. Lilith was in pretty good condition, because of her addiction to tennis, but time and gravity had added a certain amount of excess weight and thickness to her figure. As she removed her clothing I developed a lump in my throat, as I witnessed the exposure of her breasts. To a youth like me her 38 D sized breasts were huge, even though there was not enough support anymore. They sagged substantially, making the nipples droop too. She stood up in front of the couch to remove her high heels, skirt and panties. I had never paid much attention to the color of her hair before, because the three of us were just sun bleached light brown haired females. When she removed her panties I got my first look at her pubic bush, and was struck by just how dark her pubic hair was. I had never seen her pussy before, and had never seen a woman that had a hooded clitoris exposed beyond their labia major before. As she turned around to sit back down next to me, I observed the dimpling of the cheeks of her butt and backs of her thighs. She started off my using her hands and fingers to stimulate my body. I was naturally ticklish but the way she ran her hands over my body caused a reaction beyond my understanding. She was very skilful at kissing. She took my breath away with her kisses. Her hands were soft as she stroked my body. She ran her hand up my arms and under my armpits, down the sides of my ribs. As a 12-year-old my breasts were only a 33B, but they were as firm as unripe melons, as her fingers roamed over them. She pressed her fingers against my nipples. The only thing more erotic than her hands was her mouth. She ran her tongue all over my face, neck, shoulders, and underarms. I was going mad before she actually licked and sucked on my tits. She eventually laid me on my back on the floor of her apartment, so that she could concentrate on the lower half of my body. She toyed with the newly grown soft pubic hairs before she lay between my legs on her belly. She picked up my legs and ran her arms under them as she buried her face in my pussy. She reached up with both hands and grasped both tits. There wasn't anything I could do, but place my feet on her back while she ate my pussy. There is no way I can tell you just how thrilling it was to have my pussy eaten for the first time. I was moaning like a wounded animal throughout her licking and sucking on my pussy. When I came for the first time at the hands of someone other than my own hands, I let out loud cries of "OH GAWD, OH GAWD DAMN!!!" I thrashed around making it impossible for her to keep her mouth on my pussy, so she had to let go of my breasts and pull her arms out from under my legs as she sat up. When I calmed down, she moved over the top of my body until she was clinging to my head. She started kissing me very passionately. The smell of her perfume and the odor of my own pussy juices smeared all over her face made a lasting impression on me. I will never forget that aroma Faberge Tigress. We were clinging to each other tightly. I wrapped my legs around her waist, while she was whispering in my ear about how much she liked the taste of my pussy. I love the dirty words she used to describe what she had done to me. Eventually I had a strong urge to find out what her pussy tasted like. We were both sweating all over the sheets on her bed, but I pushed on her to let her know that I wanted her to roll over onto her back. I had to release her from my legs too. We continued to kiss each other as we rolled over. I found her breasts to be very soft under my hands. Sucking on her breasts was so erotic. I wondered what it would taste like to suck on her breasts and actually get milk from them. I sucked on her flesh and nipples so hard that she complained that I was biting her. Actually I wasn't biting so much as sucking so hard that her flesh was being pulled against my lips covering my teeth. She started demanding that I get down there and suck her pussy. I slid down her sweaty body while she spread her legs depositing my body between her legs. She didn't shave her pubic hair like some of the women in those pictures, but her pubic hair was restricted to the Mons pubis. I spent a lot of time inspecting her pussy. I had never been this close to one before. I couldn't help smell her pussy while I parted her inner labia and looked into her vagina. I had never actually seen where females peed from. I thought her clitoris looked like a little penis sitting at the bow of a little flesh boat. I sucked on her clit at her request. I sucked, and licked on her pussy like a kitten licking up milk. I swallowed the juices flowing from her vagina as fast as it discharged from her cunt. The juices even made my throat sore, like I had screamed too long. I sucked her pussy until she started screaming that she was coming. She threw her head back with her mouth open, and let out a satisfied moan that told me that I had pleased her. The next two days we repeated that scene until I was a thoroughly trained little cunt eater. I was in love with her as passionately as any girl could be. From that weekend on I wanted to be with her as much as possible. I all but abandoned my best girlfriend to be with her. My mother must have thought I had an innocent crush on Lilith. I visited her as much as I could for more than a year. Then she told Mother and me that she had to return to the home of her mother to look after her in another state. That broke my heart because we would not get to see each other very much. I was very despondent after she moved away. My best friend had thought I had forsaken her for some boy, but one night I was crying and complaining because Lilith had moved away. That gave me away, and she realized that I had been seeing another female. She felt betrayed that I had been in a sexual relationship with another female. That upset her and made her mad at me, but she didn't know it was a woman as old as our mothers. I broke down and told her everything. We started hugging each other in comfort. That led us to kissing each other. We were a little more than thirteen years old by that time. Our bodies had developed substantially, but sucking on her breasts was not as rewarding as sucking on an adult woman's breasts. It was like kissing and making love to a sister. I had developed a desire for older women, but I was shy and inexperienced at recognizing women that would appreciate the advances if a teenager. I was sexually frustrated because of my shyness. It took me years to learn how to identify lesbian women and how to approach them. Because of my shyness, when I did find a willing older woman I became so attached to them that it broke my heart when the relationship came to an end. I always preferred older women. I am attracted to filthy mouthed older women that are very horny. My most satisfying relationship was with a woman that was in her fifties that was skinny and worked in a lesbian bar. Her body was covered in colorful tattoos. She chain smoked, and as much as I disliked the taste of her mouth I couldn't resist doing anything she wanted. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.