Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2021 10:37:04 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Wilma (Lesbian / Beginnings oral, anal, F/FFF)

Beginnings oral, anal, F/FFF

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting adult females.  If this type of content offends you
or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                           Wilma
                            By
                           Jan

	While spending the summer at the home of my aunt
and her husband in San Diego, Ca. I applied for a job as a file
clerk for a law firm.  I was very excited when I learned that I
had gotten the job.  I made arrangements for my parents to
send me my clothes over their objections about me moving
to California.

	The woman that was my boss was a full-figured
middle-aged woman named Jenifer.  She was very a helpful
and pleasant person to talk to.  I quickly learned that she
was very important to the operation of the law firm.  When
one of the lawyers wanted California law or legal precedents
Jenifer knew which books contained the pertinent law and
the filing cabinet that contained the file folder containing
similar cases the firm had litigated in the past.  I learned how
to file their briefs properly and make reference notes to
similar cases.  Jenifer was a fountain of information.  We
took our breaks together and she taught me a lot more than
just being a file clerk and found out a lot about me.

	She learned that I was from a small town in eastern
Oklahoma.  My family was members of an evangelical Jesus
Christ Church.  The congregation believed the minister had
the power to heal by the laying of hands.  I grew up believing
everything my family, clergy, and teachers told me.  It wasn't
until I was old enough to compare what they taught against
what they actually do, that I began to question what I
believed in.  Why is it a disgrace for a girl to get pregnant
and give birth to a bastard or get an abortion, while males
get a wink for fathering bastards even if they are married.
Oklahoma wants to live in 19th century where they hung
blacks and forced all minorities to live in shanty towns.

	Jenifer understood what I was talking about because
she came from the same kind of Methodist family from
Iowa.  Jenifer was almost a mother figure to me.  She was a
brunette and was a full-figured woman and almost every
day she wore business suits to work.  She never wore slacks
to work.  I was one of those Irish-American petite toe-
headed blondes with blue eyes.  I didn't weigh 100-pounds.
The clothes I came from Oklahoma with looked like the
wardrobe from "Little House on the Prairie" TV show.  I
started buying clothes that were better suited for a young
girl working in an office.  We even ate our lunch together.

	We were working late one night helping research a
rush case.   When we finished and the lawyer went home
Jenifer invited me to have dinner at her apartment.  We
bought burgers and fries at McDonalds when we got off the
bus and carried them to her second-floor apartment.  We
washed up and removed our coats before we ate our meal
while sitting on the couch in front of her TV.  We discussed a
wide variety of subjects.  While we ate, she eventually
expressed an interest in my love life.

	I told her that I didn't have any boyfriends.  The boys
back home were bigoted, simpleminded idiots that brag
about their conquests too much.  When I was14-years-old
there was a good-looking guy from Kansas that was visiting
relatives in our town.  I figured that if I had sex with him, it
wouldn't be common knowledge within a week.  At least he
was smart enough to buy a condom.  Let's just say it wasn't
that satisfying.

	Jenifer admitted that she never enjoyed sex with
males as well.  Then she leaned close and kissed me on the
lips.  It startled me but I didn't object.  The kiss lingered and
she pushed her tongue into my mouth.  While she was
kissing me, she slipped her hand inside the bodice of my
dress and into my bra and cupped my left tit.  It took my
breath away.  I couldn't believe that Jenifer was actually
seducing me.  I had never suspected that she thought of me
sexually.  I had been told about lesbians and cautioned
against them.  At that moment the thought of her seducing
me was exciting.  I allowed her to undress me complexly.  I
felt vulnerable when she finished removing my clothes.
Sitting on the coarse fabric of the furnished apartment and
feeling the it pressing against my bare bottom reminded me
that I was naked.  The way Jenifer was looking at me made
me feel even more naked. Covered my breasts with my left
arm as she began to undress herself.

	She unbuttoned the white bouse and moved it. She
was wearing a white slip.  She had to stand to unfasten the
navy- blue skirt and pull it down and step out of it.  She
folded it carefully and placed it at the far end of the couch.
Then she pulled the slip over her head.  And folded it and
placed it on the skirt.  She was wearing a white bra that had
large cups to cover her large breasts and full-sized white
panties that covered her ample behind.  When she removed
them all she had on was pantyhose and her comfortable
pumps with two-inch heels.  I could see the dark shadow of
her dark pubic hair through the pantyhose.  She lifted one
foot at a time to remove her shoes.  Then she rolled the
nylons down her body and sat down next to me as she lifted
her heavy legs and tolled the nylons down her legs.  She laid
the ball of nylon on the pile of clothes.  I couldn't take my
eyes off of her naked body.

	Her skin was very white.  I suspected that the sun had
not seen her body since she was a girl.  Her breasts were
large and round.  On the inside of her left breast was a faded
tattoo of a red rose with three green leaves on the stem.
She must have gotten that when she was a young woman.  I
would have never suspected she would have such a thing on
her body.  Her areolas were as large as the opening of a
coffee mug.  They were a mauve color.  The nipples were
inverted.  Her belly hung over her crotch as she sat.  There
was that dark patch of pubic hair wedged between her legs
and her belly.  I was very familiar with the smell of her
perfume but sitting next to her with her left arm around my
body I was close enough to smell her pussy.  The smell of her
pussy for some reason was very erotic to me.

	She kissed me on the mouth and started massaging
my left breast.  The kiss became very passionate.  She stuck
her tongue into my mouth and when I stuck out my tongue
she sucked on my tongue.  Her hand moved down my body
and when she ran her fingers through my blonde pubic hair,
I involuntarily leaked a little pee.  She was an expert at
masturbating a female.  She played with my clitoris until I
was leaking lubricating fluid before she probed my vagina.
The fact that had surrendered my virginity at 14 she had no
problem masturbating me and adding fingers.  I was
surprised when she cruelly got her fist in my pussy.  When I
had an orgasm, I grabbed her forearm and pulled her hand
hard against my pussy.  When I calmed down, I assumed it
was over.

	Jenifer slopped off of the couch and knelt between my
legs and placed her hands on my thighs and spread my legs
wide open.  I couldn't believe that she actually started
lapping up the fluid of my orgasm.  Her efforts stimulated
me so much that I quickly had a second orgasm.  She
continued lapping until I stopped leaking.  Then she pulled
me to the edge of the couch and lifted my butt and started
licking my asshole.  I couldn't believe she aurally wanted to
taste my asshole, but it thrilled me beyond belief I
eventually had a third orgasm.  I lay there almost about to
slide off of the couch while I recovered.

	Jenifer pulled me off of the couch so that I was sitting
on the carpet and my head was resting on the cushion of the
couch.  Then she straddled my head as she knelt on the
cushion.  Her dark hairy pussy was right over my face and
she lowered her wet pussy down to my face.  She started
rubbing her pussy up and down my face from my chin to my
forehead.  I got so much of her fluids up my nose that I
couldn't breathe through my nose.  My eyebrows and
eyelashes got wet.  I would catch my breath when her cunt
was rubbing my forehead.  She face-fucked me until she had
an orgasm.  She insisted that I spend the night with her
when it was over.

	I was spending more time at her place than my own in
just a few weeks.  One Friday, she invited me to accompany
her to a cocktail lounge.

	I went home on the bus to change clothes and Jenifer
picked me up in her little old Mini copper and drove us to
the "Gossip Grill" on University Ave.  We found a table and
ordered dinner.  The staffer seemed to know Jenifer because
they enquired where she had been hiding out for the past
few weeks.  She put her arm around me and said: "I was
falling in love with Wilma."  She also introduced me to some
other ladies that came in.  At the end we went east on
University Ave. to the bar U-31.

	It was all new and strange to me.  She was well known
among the patrons and she introduced me to everyone.
There were both males and females but there were more
females.  I was more than a little intimidated when she
introduced me to a few dyed-in the-wool Dykes.

	A couple of them were wearing men's business suits
with ties.  The other ones were wearing working men's
clothes.  Gum sole work boots, blue jeans, men's work
shirts.  Their hair was cut like men.  The other women
looked like secretaries or college girls.  Even though the gay
males danced with the girls the Dykes didn't get pissed
about it.  At one point someone suggested that we go to
someone's place.  Jenifer knew where she was going and
didn't need to follow anyone.  There was Jenifer and I and
two other couples.

	The two dykes intimidated me.  They were both at
least 225 pounds.  They had large breasts that were held
against their bodies by sports bras.  They didn't like to draw
attention to their tits.  Their girlfriends were definitely fems.
They were wearing dresses.  One was wearing a sexy little
black cocktail dress.  The other one was wearing a gray dress
with a plunging front with a four-inch fold of material.  She
couldn't wear a bra with that dress and when she moved
you would get a glimpse of her sweet 36-C breasts.  The skirt
was short enough that when she bent over you got a clear
view of her shaved clamshell and her pink asshole.  We had
a few drinks and slow danced to some nice music.

	We started making out with each other and the
clothes began to belt away.  I was encouraged to eat the
smooth pussy of the girl that had been wearing the gray
dress and while I was doing that her dyke girlfriend was
behind me rimming my asshole after a short time, I
discovered she was wearing a strap-on dido when she
shoved it into my pussy.  That evening I got to have sex with
the other girl and I had sex with both dykes.  I learned that
as fat and butch looking, they were very gentle lovers.  They
had me lick their hairy armpits and their hairy pussies.

	I moved in with Jenifer and we actually applied for
and received a license to marry.  Our bosses at the law firm
helped pay for a nice wedding at the historic Coronado
Hotel.


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