Date: 14 Oct 2001 18:51:27 -0700 From: Jan Subject: Elaine's Story 2 (Incest, Adult youth, urin f/f, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and 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 repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2001 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. Elaine's Story 2 By Jan When Angela got home she called me to tell me that her sister had noticed that her jeans were unzipped and my shirt was buttons were one button off the right order. I asked what she had said. Angela told me that her sister had asked her if we had been fooling around doing something sexual. I asked why she asked that and she told me that her sister noticed that Angela's pants were unfastened and my shirt was buttoned crooked. Angela told her we were just trying clothes on. Her sister said she didn't believe her. "I bet you were playing with each other." She said. Angela got defensive and told her I can do what I want with my friends. Her sister told her, she had better be careful talking like that. If anyone found out you would be in deep shit. Angela was surprised by her comment and asked what she meant by that. She told her she didn't care what she did with other girls, just be careful and not get caught. The next day Angela came over and we were in the living room talking about what her sister said. We decide that we should be careful or we might mess up being able to do what we wanted so much. Mom was in the kitchen doing something. I went over to Angela and sat next to her on the couch and took her into my arms. I pulled her close to me. I did love the feeling of her big soft body pressed against my body! We sat there hugging and kissing for awhile then I reached down and started to slip my hand inside her sweat pants. I was thrilled to discover that she didn't have any underpants on. I got her to stand up and I dropped to my knees behind her and pulled her sweat pants down. She put up a little fight, telling me that my mother might walk in on us. I pushed her over so that she was bending over the coffee table and spread her legs as wide as she could with her sweats around her knees. Then I pushed my face eagerly into her wet pussy. My nose was in her anus as I sucked her cunt and clit. In no time she was cumming all over me. Angela pulled down my sweat pants and knelt in front of me and sucked me until I was cumming in her mouth. We pulled up our sweats and sat down on the couch to recover. We were still breathing hard when Mom yelled from the kitchen, "Do the two of you want some lunch?" I looked at Angela and we laughed. I yelled out, "We are both starved Mom!" We grabbed each others hand as we went into the kitchen dinning room to get something to eat. When Mom placed our plates in front of us she kissed us on the cheek. I could tell by her look that she tasted each others cunt on our face, but all she did was giving me a knowing smile. We spent every moment together of out vacation. It was exciting to have another girl to make love to all the time. We were eating each others pussy ever chance we got. Mom and I still sleep with each other every night Dad was out of town. But my days were spent between the fat legs of Angela. I was sucking two different pussies two or three times a day. It was nice to have a relationship with someone out side my family again. Angela told me that she knew for a long time that she like girls. She was thrilled that she found me. I didn't tell her about Mom and me. As much as I loved her, I didn't think she could handle that I was making love to my own mother too. After vacation everything returned the usual grind of school and homework. There were just a lot of things that cut into our time together. But we managed to usually get together at least one night a week and weekends. We were always looking for places to have sex. Like the time we found the periodical magazines and news paper stacks in the back of the public library. The concrete floors made so much noise when someone walked on them that we knew we could here them coming. So we took turns sitting on the stack and sucking each other's pussy. By the end of our freshman year Angela and I had become very close, almost as close as Luisa and I had been. When summer arrived Angela got a job delivering newspapers. She had to get up early every day and consequently had to get to bed early every evening. I was a little jealous because I wasn't getting all the pussy I wanted. When we did get together we made the most of it. If I wasn't sucking her I was sucking Mom. But I wanted sex more than once a day. I was wondering if there was something wrong with me because all I though about was sex and masturbating two or three times a day, even if I was sucking Mom or Angela too. About three weeks before the new school year was supposed to start Angela learned that her father was being transferred to Atlanta, Georgia. Well Shit! It was happing again! I know I was only thinking about myself. As soon as I got a girlfriend she was taken away from me again. I had lost Luisa and now Angela was moving. As soon as she knew she was moving she quit her job so we could be together as much as possible. It was not the same knowing that we would soon be separated from each other. After she was gone I decided to look for a new friend and started looking when school started up again. No one looked promising, so I decided to just concentrate on my schoolwork and get as much out of Mom as she would give me. One of my classes this year was Sex Education. I dreaded having to take that class because I had heard stories about the class. It seems that the teacher would single out one student constantly call on them in class. It was invariably a kid that was a misfit like me. The other students would openly make fun of them and cause a lot of embarrassment to the tortured student. I had been the butt of their jokes for years and didn't look forward to the harassment. When I first got to that classroom, I headed for the back row, hoping to make myself invisible. When the classroom filled up the teacher finally arrived. It was a new teacher. She was a woman of about 30, somewhat overweight, and rather plain looking. As she scanned the room, out eyes met for a second. I guess she notices a kindred sprit in me. She could tell I was trying to blend into the wall behind me. She gave me a knowing smile and looked away. I started to relax knowing that she was going to be kind to me. It was not long before I was thinking about her as my next sexual object. She never singled anyone out and I actually enjoyed the class even thought I never learned why I had such a strong sexual desire. At this time I was to renew my friendship with the women that lived across the street. She lived next to the home Luisa's family lived in. It was the bushes next to her home that Luisa and I use to hide behind and pee. Wanda Johnson was a very large black woman. She was 5-feet six-inches tall. I couldn't tell you how big around her waist were but her breasts were at least a 44- fff size breasts hung to her waist and she looked like she was pregnant and her buttocks were bulbous enough to match her breasts. She never rushed when she walked. She was divorced because her husband ran off with another woman a long time ago. I think it happened when she was young. Anyway Mrs. Johnson has been a friend of my mother for many years. She was a very nice woman. When ever I was playing outside she always said hi to me. She was just a nice lady. I would often go across the street and visit with her. She sure didn't trust men after what her husband did to her. She was always telling me to never trust a man. My father was not like that and he did love my mother very much. I thought better than to argue with her about it though. Mrs. Johnson had two sisters that lived in Alabama or Georgia or some place like that. When she would visit them she would be gone for a couple of weeks at a time. When she would get home Mom would make fresh bread and cookies for me to take over to her as a welcome home. Every time I went over to deliver the bread and cookies she would make a big deal out of it and invite me in and hug and kiss me for being so sweet to her. She would pinch my cheek and tell me how pretty I was. I didn't think I was pretty. But I loved her for saying that. This went on from the time I was three until I was a teenager. When I was in my sophomore year in high school, Wanda off on one of her visits to one of her sisters, when she got home on Sunday she got home mom made fresh bread and cookies. She told me to take them over after school the next day. When I got home from school I changed out of my school uniform and put on my favorite jeans, the ones I wear when I want to wet myself. When I was changed I went into the kitchen to check the message board for instruction from mom about what I needed to do for dinner before she got home from work. Then I got the bag of bread and cookies and went across the street to Mrs. Johnson's. When she answered the door, she got her big smile on her face and invited me in and gave me a big hug. I really like that of course. She had to weigh at least two hundred and eighty pounds and when she smashed those massive 44-fff breasts against my 38-d breasts I loved it. I remember thinking that if they were any bigger we probably couldn't hug. She led me into the kitchen and took out some of the goodies I had brought over and we had a snack with milk as we visited. She wanted to know about school, about my boyfriends, about my family and the gossip in the neighborhood while she was gone. After we ate the snack we went into the living room to watch some TV. She started talking about the time I use to come over to visit, and she enjoyed having me sit on her lap. I told her how much I enjoyed visiting her and being held by her. She told me how beautiful I had become and what a nice figure I had. I told her that I was fat and that I didn't have a good figure. She just repeated herself. I did enjoy hearing her say that even if I didn't believe her. We were sitting next to each other on the couch as we talked. Her hand was resting on my thigh. As we sat watching TV her hand was on my thigh the whole time. At first I really wasn't paying attention to that, but as her hand squeezed my thigh I started thinking that she might put her hand on my crotch. She never did. The time pasted quickly and I had to get home to start dinner before Mom got home. When she walked me to the door she gave me her usual tight hug and kissed me on the mouth. It was not a passionate kiss or anything like that. It was more like the kiss you would get from your grandmother kisses you good bye after a visit. She did ask me to come back tomorrow for another visit after school. When I got home I went into the kitchen and put the stuff in the oven for dinner. Then I went to my room and was thinking about Mrs. Johnson and how good her body felt. I was getting turned on and went into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet without taking my jeans down. I just sat there pissing in my panties and watching it soak through my jeans. When I was done I opened my pants and put my hand inside my wet panties and masturbated until I climaxed. I had visions of Mrs. Johnson's nude body in my mind. I definitely hoped that the next day would be more intimate between us. That night I masturbated two more times in my bed while fantasizing about Wanda. I could hardly get to sleep I was so eager to go back over to her home. I could feel those huge tits pressing against me and I wanted to suck on them very much. The time seamed drag by the next day at school. The bus ride home was slower than usual. I was getting impatient FINALLY I got home! I rushed in and changed my clothes, putting on my favorite jeans. I checked the kitchen for Mom's instructions about dinner and headed across the street. Wanda must have been waiting for me, because when I rand the doorbell she opened it almost immediately. I got the usual hug and another kiss on the mouth. This time I kissed her back and made it plain that I liked doing that with her. She said she had prepared a snack for us so we went into the kitchen and sat at the table. She asked about my day at school and about the family, all the usual stuff. I told her I had been thinking about her all day long and couldn't wait for school to be over. She seemed to like that. She reached over and patted me on the knee and left her hand there for a minute. After our snack we went into the living room and sat on the couch. She sat close to me and put her hand on my thigh as we watched some talk show about a girl who had run away from home because her father had been molesting her. When the show was over, Wanda turned off the TV and we sat there talking about what it must be like for those kids who have such a bad time at home. She put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to her and told me that she hoped that I never had any trouble like that girl on the TV program. She said, "If I ever did, I could come live with her and she would take care of me." I really believed that she would have. Wanda was a very dear person to me. I probably cared as much for her as I do my own family. Well, after a few minutes with her arm around me, she reached over and put her free hand on my thigh and began to squeeze it gently. At the same time she started to kiss my neck and cheek, working her way around to my mouth. This time her kiss was full of passion and I gave it right back to her. Her hand moved up my thigh to my crotch and began to rub my pussy through my jeans. I reached over and began to fondle her tits. She was wearing a button up blouse and sweat pants and I started unbuttoning her blouse. I quickly had it open and put my face into her bosom and just breathed in her scent. She smelled of jasmine I wanted to suck her tits and I asked her to take her bra off. She unhooked the front and the two shoulder straps and she pulled it out the front of her blouse without getting up. I started sucking her large brown nipple and her areola was so large that I could not get it all in my mouth. She continued rubbing the crotch of my pants and started playing with my tits. After a short time we were both breathing hard. We stopped messing around long enough to stand up and remover our clothes. When I got a look at her huge body I nearly fainted from excitement. Her tits hung down to almost her navel. Her large belly cast a shadow over her pubis. It was covered in a mass of black curly hair that I could not wait my fingers into her cunt. We lay down on the couch with some difficulty and began to kiss each other. After some minutes Wanda shifted around so that she could put her pussy against my face and she could kiss my pussy. When my fingers found her slit, it was very wet. I ran my finger through the crack and pushed one finger deeply into her vagina. After running it in and out several times I pulled it out and put it under my nose so I could smell her aroma. It was different from mine; it had a fruity smell to it. Maybe she had douched before I got there with something that gave it that smell. I don't know. I do know that it smelled very eatable. We were on the couch masturbating each other for a long time before one of us orgasmed. I went first, when I could not hold it any longer. When she felt me climax she let lose with her own. That day we masturbated each other to two orgasms and sucked and fondled each others tits. Before I realized that I had to get home to start dinner. As we dressed, she asked me if I wanted to come back the next day. I told her that I nothing could keep me from coming over tomorrow. She walked me to the door and we kissed passionately at the door, then I ran across the street and into the house to start dinner. As I had done the day before, once everything was started in the kitchen, I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet with my jeans still pulled up and pissed in my pants. Then opened them and masturbated one more time. Dad was gone that night on an overnight run on the railroad so Mom and I slept together. I ate her pussy until she climaxed and the she ate me. She never mentioned that she tasted or smelled my pee on my pussy. I never let on that Wanda and I were doing anything. Mom had told me before that she thought Wanda was a very sexy woman. I thought about Mom eating Wanda's pussy as I ate her and it added spice to the pleasure of eating her wet pussy. The next day it was raining and school seemed to last forever. On the bus ride home that afternoon I wondered what Wanda might want to do this day. I nearly peeing in my pants by the time I got home. I ran in the house and changed into my jeans, they were still damp from the night before. I checked the kitchen and was about ready to head across the street when the phone rang. It was Wanda, she told me to come around to the back and let myself in the back door. I ran across the street and entered the back door. Wanda was sitting at the kitchen table talking on the phone. She was dressed in a housecoat. As I entered she motioned for me to have a seat and have the snack she had made for me. I ate while she continued her conversation. She scooted forwarded in her chair as she talked. She put her hand inside her housecoat as if she were rubbing her pussy. After a minute of that she reached up and undid the top of her housecoat and pulled the material on either side of her body exposing her huge tits. I sat there watching her rub them and was getting very turned on as I looked at her. I decided that I couldn't just sit there any longer. I got down on my knees in front of her and opened her housecoat. I looked at the crotch of her panties; they were wet from her pussy juices. I leaned forward and put my face between her huge legs and breathed in the smell. Today it did not smell like a bowel of fruit. I put my mouth on her crotch and began sucking her through her panties. I was so turned on that I began to pee in my jeans, without realizing it. About this time she was having trouble keeping up with her conversation on the phone so she gave the person a quick reason that she had to check her cooking and hung up the phone. I was very busy between her legs as she put her hand on my head to push me away. She told me to stop long enough for us to go to the bedroom. I didn't want to quit, but with her assistance I did long enough to go to her bedroom. Once in her bedroom she noticed my wet pants. She asked if I had an accident. I told her that I had. She looked at me and asked, "Are you sure?" I said, "Yes!" Then she told me that she used to watch me and Luisa hiding in her bushes to pee in our pants. She told me that she use to get excited watching us squatting down and peeing with our panties and feeling each other. She told me she was disappointed when we stopped. I told her that Luisa mother put a stop to it. Wanda took my wet jeans and panties and put then in the short wash cycle in her washing machine while we went back into her bedroom and got on her bed to play with each other. At first we sat on the side of the bed. She opened her legs widely for me. I knelt in front of her and put my head between her legs and started sucking and licking her with everything I could muster. She climaxed and her juices were all over my face. Then I got on top of the bed and she straddled my head. I was so thrilled to be under Wanda looking up at her wet pussy. It seemed so exotic to see all that red meat inside her brown pussy. Wanda was sucking me as she lowered her cunt to my mouth. She ate my piss-covered pussy and never said one word about it. I felt like I was having one climax after the other. I lost count and got dizzy and Wanda's juices were running down the sides of my face. Afterwards we laid together not really saying too much. She asked me if I like eating fat pussy. I just laughed. Wanda wanted to know if my Mom was wondering why I was spending so much time at her house. I told her that my mother didn't know that I was spending all my time with her and I didn't plan on telling her. I think that relived her mind some. She kept saying that we needed to be very careful so that no one would find out what we were doing. I told her that I wanted to keep coming over to see her and that she would want to keep doing what we had done this afternoon. When my clothes were dry I dressed and headed home to get dinner started. Mrs. Johnson was the only thing on my mind the next day. Then as luck would have it the bus broke down. The engine just stopped running. By the dime the driver got the engine started I was 40 minutes late getting home. I rushed into the house, ran into the kitchen to check my instruction board. Then I ran into my room to change clothes. As I was putting on my favorite jeans the phone rang. It was Mrs. Johnson calling to find out what happened to me. I explained the bus problem and told her I was just getting ready to come over. She told me that her plumbing service was coming to fix her plumbing because it was leaking. I asked how long it would be before he would get there. She told me he was due to arrive in about 20 minutes. DANN!! FUCK!! That damned bus breaking down has cost me some hot fun today! I was silent, thinking about what I was missing, and Wanda asked me if I was still there. Yes, I'm here I told here. She couldn't miss the disappointment in my voice. She said she was sorry that we couldn't be able to get together today but that I could come over tomorrow if I wanted. By now I had but my hand in my pants and was stroking my pussy. She could sense by the change in my voice that had changed and she asked what was wrong. I told her, not a single thing. Everything was going to be wonderful in just a few more strokes. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her I was masturbating. Since we wouldn't be together that day I was doing to masturbate until I had come over and over again. She didn't say anything for a second. Then she said she was playing with her pussy too. It suddenly dawned on me what we were doing. I asked her if she knew that we were having phone sex because we were both masturbating. She thought about it for a second and then giggled and said we sure were and it was lots of fun. We started talking dirty to each other, like she would say, "Oh, Elaine, my pussy is so wet for you." I would respond something like, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, I'm about to cum all over myself thinking about your wet pussy." This went on for several minutes until we both climaxed. Then she said she heard someone at the door. It was the plumber. After I put the phone down I went into the living room and sat there for a few minutes of what I could do to kill some time. I realized that I had to pee really badly, so I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet seat as usual and pissed through my pants. I took off my jeans and wet panties. I put the crotch of my panties of my piss soaked panties in my mouth and sucked them, while I masturbated one more time. When I was finally satisfied, I got cleaned up and started dinner. Mom got home and we sat and talked while dinner cooked. Dad was gone that night, so it was just the two of us. We had our dinner, got the kitchen cleaned up and went into the living room to watch some television. Mom had her favorite chair and she hadn't been sitting there long before she was asleep. I went over to her and shook her gently to wake her up. She looked up at me smiled, then lay her head back and went back to sleep. I went back to the couch for a few minutes. I was looking over at Mom and getting horny again. I got up and bent back over and sat on the floor in front of her. I was thinking about the time in the church when I stuck my head under her dress, I did it again. When she felt my face against her thighs, she stirred a little. She spread her legs apart. I tried to get my face against the crotch of her panties, but the way she was sitting it was impossible. She started to wake up as she felt my face on her thighs. When she was fully conscious, she pushed on my shoulders, shoving me out from under her dress. The she slid forward in the chair until her butt was on the edge of the chair and she lifted the skirt up to her waist as she spread her legs wide enough for me to get to her cunt. When I put my mouth over her panty covered crotch and was treated to her squirting some pee into my mouth. Oh, did that get my Latina blood boiling! She stopped after that quick shot. She must have been having a wet dream before she woke up. She let lose with another stream of piss into my mouth. I squeezed her thighs to let her know to keep going. Pretty soon she was pissing full force and I could not keep up and it was running all over the place. She finally shut it off and pulled me into the bathroom. She sat on the seat and I knelt back between her legs and clamed her wet panties with my mouth. She started peeing again. The act must have turned her on very much because she went into a convulsive orgasm right after she stopped peeing. I wanted to keep my mouth on her cunt fore ever at that moment! We got down on the tile floor and she pulled off her wet panties and tossed them into the sink. She straddled my face and lowered her cunt to my waiting mouth. She bent over and opened my jeans and pulled then down along with my panties and she ate my pussy until we both climaxed. We showered together and washed each other. Then we dried each other. We went to her bed and continued sucking each other most of the night. I'm always excited when Mom gets revved up like that. It doesn't happen too often so I feel like I have to take advantage when of it when it happens. Of course I was sleepy all day at school. It even became apparent to my Sex Education teacher and she stopped me after class and asked me if something was wrong? You're not normally this inattentive in class. I just told her I didn't get much sleep last night. She told me that maybe I should stop by her home some time and she would teach me some exercises that would help me sleep. I had hot flashes thinking about what she wanted to teach me. I told her that would be great and she wrote down her phone number and told me to give her a call when I wanted to stop by. I was all but climaxing thinking about getting to suck my teacher's pussy on the bus ride home. When I got home I checked the message board in the kitchen, changed my clothes and headed for Wanda's. She was so excited about seeing me that she gave me a big hug that pressed my face into her large tits. Her big tits made me wet right away. I reached for them as she closed the door. I pulled them both out of her blouse over the top of her bra and claimed one nipple with my mouth as I squeezed the other with my hand. She laughed and said I was sure a greedy baby. I sure was too. We went into her bedroom and undressed each other. She sat on the bed while I sat on the floor and licked her pussy. After a short while she stopped me and had me sit next to her on the bed. She asked me if I had peed since getting home and I told her no. She told me she had not peed since lunch. We went into the bathroom and I got in the tub and Wanda got in and sat on my legs. She leaned back and put her finger on her clit and pulled it up. That opened her cunt and then a stream of pee shot out and up in an arch that came down on my fat tits and worked it's way up to my open mouth. I was drinking everything that was not splashing all over my face. It was strong and smelled of ammonia. After she was done we changed places and I turned around and sat on my face so that her wide nose was pressed against my asshole as I peed into her mouth. I was excited watching my pee that spilled out of her mouth run down her massive breasts. I actually had a climax as I was peeing. We washed off in the tub and dried before we went back to the bedroom and got into a 69 and sucked each other off again. Time was running out, so I had to dress quickly and we kissed at the front door passionately for as long as we could and felt each others breasts. I had to break away and tell her I would be back tomorrow. When I got home Dad was there. He asked where I had been and I told him I have been visiting Mrs. Johnson. He did not know her very well but he did ask how her sick sister was doing. And said it was nice of me to visit with her. That night I went to bed and masturbated thinking about Mrs. Johnson and the thought that I might be getting into my teachers panties soon. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com.