Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2013 15:18:12 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Prudence Discovers Sex (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, g/g, gg/FFF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older girls and 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 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Prudence Discovers Sex By Jan My name is Prudence, and I have to admit that I'm just an average skinny girl with dark unruly hair, I thought I was an ugly duckling. The boys started falling all over the blondes that were developing early in the fifth grade. We were all about 12-years-old, and our hormones were bouncing around like a nuclear reaction. I envied those big busted blondes with all of the boys courting them. These same boys had no interest in a flat chested girl with wild dark hair like me. My social skills were deplorable, and I was as graceful as a giraffe on a frozen lake. I considered myself an outcast as a result, and my few friends were also outcasts too. For several years my closest friend was a chubby girl bordering on obese. We could hear the popular crowd making fun of us. I was referred to as "Pencil Prude," and my friend was taunted with "Butter Ball Betty." High school was a living hell. I was still a size 34-B. The only change was my legs were longer. Betty had moved away years before. In my sophomore year I befriended another outcast, named Violet Cooper. She was a classic case of an outcast rebelling against all norms. Her hair was spiked like it had been cut with hedge clippers and dipped in lacquer after dying it the same color as her name. She always had on a black turtle neck jersey with long sleeves. Her black jeans were tattered with a hole in the back of the right thigh and a ragged hole in the left knee. She always wears black canvas combat boots with lugged soles. She always smelled like an ashtray, but I never saw her smoke. Apparently where she lived someone smoked cigarettes constantly. She did brag about smoking pot though. For several months we only talked to each other at school. We both avoided participating in physical education class, so we had almost an hour to talk while the other girls were playing fiend hockey. The library was another refuge, because everyone had to keep the noise down. One afternoon Violet asked me if I would like to meet her mother. I was curious about her home life and readily accepted her offer. After school we walked almost two miles to the edge of town. This was not an area I frequented often. It had a bad reputation. The cops patrolled the area regularly because of drive by shooting and stolen cars. The name of the area was often connected with drug busts. The absence of grass in the front yard and the presence of a derelict car minus wheels set the tone of the house. The scaling paint was the only evidence that the house had ever been painted. When we entered the house the screen door slammed behind us. The noise alerted anyone that someone had entered. We heard a voice call out, "That you Violet?" "Yeah Mom, I'm home and I brought a friend!" A woman appeared in the doorway with a dish towel in her hands. The woman looked tired, and her hair was escaping her hair clip. Her hair looked like she had cut her own hair. I don't know what she had been doing in the kitchen, but her dress looked like it was soaking wet with sweat. She didn't have shoes on. She looked at me like she was deciding if she approved of Violet's friend, before she approached me. She wiped her hand before shaking my hand, and pulling me into her arms to hug me. Apparently she approved of me. When she kissed my cheek I could smell the pungent odor of the same kind of cigarette smoke that clung to Violet's clothes. She reached for a pack of cigarettes on the arm of a chair and retrieved one cigarette. She took a deep drag before holding it between her fingers, as she proclaimed, "You're the straightest looking girlfriend Violet has ever brought home. I hope our family doesn't scare you off." I felt foolish saying anything, so I just smiled as Violet pulled me down the hall to what was her bedroom. The small bedroom was crowded with clothes and the bed was unmade. It looked like it sagged in the middle too. The room smelled of cigarettes and dust. I wondered how many months it had been since anyone had dusted the place. Violet told me to sit on her bed while she took off her boots, and pulled her jersey over her head. For the first time I saw her bare arms. I'm sure I stared far too long at her colorful tattoos. The design looked organic. It was a floral design with variety of animals woven through the vines. The left side of her body was also covered with a design that would have done a Japanizes Yakuza proud. Like me she didn't have much in the way of tits. I assumed that was going to be the extent of her disrobing, but she tugged on her pants and all five metal buttons popped open. When she started peeling down her jeans I saw that she had on clean baby blue panties. I almost found that amusing, because I would have suspected she would have had black panties. I assumed her mother had selected the baby blue panties. Violet turned on a small boom box that was tuned to a classic rock and roll station. I would have thought she would have preferred a new wave or heavy metal station. I also assumed that she would put on a change of clothes, but she simply sat on her unmade bed and started rubbing the crotch of her panties. The panties were old and had been washed so many times that they were transparent for all intent and purposes. I could see the dark triangle of pubic hair through her panties. She patted the bed beside her as an invitation for me to sit next to her. I was a little embarrassed because I had never witnessed a girl masturbating so casually. She assured me, "It's okay if you want to get comfortable and join me." The first thought that I had was what would happen if her mother walked in while Violet was masturbating. Violet must have read my mind, "Don't worry about my mother walking in on us. Even if she did walk in, she would probably join us." I had a hard time believing that her mother would not be upset catching her daughter playing with my pussy. When I continued to sit there without making a move, Violet wrapped an arm around my shoulders and placed the other hand on my lap. I was so stunned by her bold move that I just sat there. I did find her aggressive action exciting. I had never known anyone so uninhibited before. Her boldness was exciting to me. I made no effort to resist when she kissed me on the mouth. While she kissed me she reached under my dress and stroked my pussy through my panties. She continued to kiss me while she worked her hand down the waistband of my panties. She finger fucked me until I had an orgasm. I was so confused by my feelings that I didn't resist as she proceeded to undress me. She was kissing me while she peeled off each item of my clothing. I couldn't help looking at the door expecting her mother to barge in at any moment. Just the same it was exciting to be naked in bed with Violet. She even removed both of our panties. She insisted on inspecting my pussy, while she was doing that she turned her body around on top of me and straddled my head. I was looking up at her dark patch of hair. I smelled the musky odor of her wet pussy. She lowered her cunt down to my mouth, and her pussy spread over my face. Her labia spread over my cheeks. I tasted the flesh of her pussy and it was almost like tasting the iron in my own blood when I cut myself. Violet was face-fucking me while she ate my pussy too. I came rather quickly, but Violet continued face-fucking me for a long time, until she came all over my face. When we recovered we got dressed, so that I could go home. As I was leaving her mother hugged and kissed my cheek. She said, "Honey, you're welcome any time! I look forward to seeing you again. Next time you have to visit with me too!" Her invitation was bothering me, because it sounded like she knew what Violet and I had been doing, and sounded like she was inviting me to do the same thing with her. When I thought about actually having sex with Violet's mother it was strangely exciting. I found her mother to be very erotic. She was a slender woman not much taller than us. The best thing about her was that her breasts were much larger than ours. Just the thought of having sex with an adult woman with larger breasts was enough to make my pussy wet. While walking home I happened to rub my nose and smelled my fingers. The smell of Violet's pussy was all over my hands and it dawned on me that my face must also smell of her pussy. Her mother must have smelled it when she kissed me goodbye. When I got home I headed straight for the bathroom to wash my face and hands. I joined my mother in the kitchen while she was preparing dinner. She gave me a look, like she smelled something bad, "Have you been smoking?" I realized that my clothes had absorbed the odor of the smell of tobacco smoke that permeating everything thing in Violet's home. I told my mother, "I visited the home of a classmate after school today, and her mother is a smoker, everything in her home smells of cigarette smoke. Violet doesn't smoke but her clothes reek of the smell. I guess my clothes picked up the smell just sitting on the furniture." Mother accepted my explanation, but told me to change clothes before dinner. I took the opportunity to bathe before putting on fresh clothes. Over dinner I told Mother that my new friend's name was Violet Cooper, and I liked her even though she is a bit strange looking. She is Gothic, with Violet colored hair, and wears mostly black clothes. Her mother is poor and they live on the east side of town. Mother wanted to know more about her, but didn't object to me becoming friends with her. All she wanted was for me to introduce Violet to her. The next day at school when I invited her to accompany me home to meet my mother, she was reluctant to do so because she knew that a straight woman would not like a girl that looked like her. It took some doing to convince her to come home with me. She only agreed to do so when I told her that the only way my mother would allow me to hang out with her was to meet her. We called her mother on my cell-phone to tell her that Violet was coming home to meet my mother, and we would bring her home after dinner. We walked home together after school. I could tell Violet was intimidated by the neighborhood. The homes were freshly painted and professionally landscaped. The streets had sidewalks with large old trees on the city rights-of-way. The trees created a square shaded tunnel down the middle of the roads. Mom welcomed Violet into our home, and asked her if she would like something to drink. Mom's expression didn't change, even though I knew that she was disturbed by her appearance. Even through her arms were covered there were some colorful tattoos visible around her wrists and one was slightly showing on the side of her neck. Given the choice of tea, lemonade or soda, she opted for soda. Mom also had to ask Violet what her mother said about the tattoos. Violet said, "All of my tattoos were done by a tattoo artist friend of my mother's. She is a well-known artist, and does very good work. I have to cover them up at school because they would kick me out of school if I didn't!" The three of us talked for several hours, and Mother was impressed because Violet was more mature than her age and demonstrated that she was an intelligent young lady. The three of us had and a nice roast beef dinner with all of the fixings. Violet asked about my father, and Mother explained that she was divorced, to which Violet said that her mother was divorced too. At the conclusion of dinner Mother put the dishes in the washer, before driving the three of us to Violet's home. It was obvious that Violet was embarrassed by the squalor that she and her mother lived in. Mom walked us to the door to meet Violet's mother. I swear that her mother was wearing the same dress she had worn the day before. She was barefoot, and she had a cigarette between her fingers as she welcomed us into her home. The house was cleaner than the day before, but still reeked of tobacco smoke. Mother accepted a cup of coffee while the four of us sat in the small living room, after the introductions. The two women allowed us to leave, so that they could talk to each other. Violet and I headed for her room. As soon as we were behind the closed door, she kissed me and felt me up. I was nervous about doing anything with my mother in the house. I insisted on keeping our clothes on, but we did masturbate each other. I struggled to get my hand down the front of her tight jeans. We climaxed a couple of times during about an hour, before we heard my mother calling out my name, "Prudence, we better go home now!" We straightened up our clothes and I made sure my mouth didn't show any evidence of our kissing. At least Violet didn't wear lipstick. On the ride home Mother told me that she liked Violet's mother. Her only concern was the neighborhood. She offered to pick me up whenever I wanted to come home. Mother didn't object when I asked if I could spend the night at Violet's home Friday night. I would have never guessed that my mother would have been so liberal about allowing me to be friends with a girl that rebelled against social convention so openly. Apparently Violet's mother had even discussed such an event while we were in the bedroom. I had packed my nightgown in my book bag that morning to take to school with me. After school we walked home together. Her smell assailed my nose at first, but after a couple of minutes I hardly noticed the cigarette odor. We headed for her bedroom after I was hugged and kissed by her mother. This time Violet was more aggressive about getting me out of my clothes. She stripped me completely before she removed her own clothes. I had no idea just how much of her body was covered in tattoos. It was as if her body was one big canvas. There was an elaborate design covering most of her body. There was even a portrait of her mother tattooed on the outside of her thigh. The portrait even included her bare breasts. I was fascinated with the portrait of her mother, and asked what her mother had said about that tattoo. Violet assured me that her mother was there while those tattoos had been put on her body. We started kissing each other and feeling each other's small breasts. I can say that my own breasts and nipples were very sensitive to the touch. I had to struggle to keep from making too much noise while Violet played with my tits. I felt and licked every inch of her tattooed body just so I could study all of her tattoos. Violet eventually mounted me head to toe, so that we could suck each other's pussies. It was very exciting to have her smothering me with her pussy. I was swallowing her slimy juices as fast as I could. We heard her mother call out that it was dinner time. I almost panicked. How could we get dressed fast enough to go to dinner before her mother came looking for us. Violet simply pulled a loose fitting black sweatshirt over her head and pulled the sleeves up to her elbows. She got up and she handed me another sweatshirt just as big. I slipped it over my head and pulled up the sleeves like she had done. She headed for the door as she was. The sweatshirt was long enough to cover most of her thighs. I panicked at the thought of going to dinner with my butt naked. She pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the kitchen and dining area. Mrs. Cooper smiled at us and directed us to have a seat while she served dinner. Vegetables and tomato soup were the first course. Fried chicken was next. I was impressed by her mother's cooking skill. She had even made a cobbler that had chilled all day and heated up before we ate it. When we were finished she gathered up the dishes and put them in the sink to wash. She excused us to return to our fun and games. As we passed her I felt her hand on the back of my thigh and it moved up to my bare butt cheek. There was no doubt that I was naked under the sweatshirt. I'm sure I turned crimson with embarrassment, but all her mother did was kiss me lightly on the neck as we passed her. As soon as we were back in her room I said, "Your mother knows what we were doing!" Violet chucked, "Of course she knows." I couldn't believe that she was so casual about acknowledging that her mother knew what we were doing. She pulled the sweatshirt over my head before she pulled hers off. She pulled me onto the bed beside her, and started kissing me while she played with my nipples. She also wrapped her legs around my right thigh. I could feel her pubic bush rubbing my thigh while she humped my leg. When she reached down and started stroking my wet pussy I almost forgot about her mother. Violet was vigorously rubbing my pussy when the bedroom door opened. I panicked and tried to cover up my naked breasts and pussy, but Violet's hand was still stroking my cunt. Mrs. Cooper simply closed the door behind her as she entered the room. I lay there stunned as Mrs. Cooker reached behind her back and unfastened her dress. The front of her dress was damp from having washed the dishes. She bent over crossing her arms as she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled the dress up and over her head. She casually tossed it towards a pile of Violet's clothes, as she approached the bed. I was stunned to see that she had been totally naked under the dress. I was impressed with the size of her breasts. For such a slender woman she sported very large breasts. The areolas were large mauve colored things capped by large nipples. They swayed from side to side as she walked towards us. I saw that her ribs were visible against her flat tummy. Her hips were wide set. I could see daylight between her legs as she walked. Her pubic area was covered with dark hair that was natural. She didn't trim it, but there was not an excess amount of hair. I was so absorbed at looking at her naked body that I forgot about my own nakedness. When she sat down on the left side of my body I became aware of her naked thigh pressed against my naked left thigh. I was being sandwiched between the two naked bodies. Violet was still stroking my pussy, while her mother started kissing me and feeling my little nubs for tits. It wasn't long before the two of them were sucking on my nipples while they were both probing my pussy. I was going insane from all of the stimulation. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, Violet moved down the bed to lie between my legs, so that she could suck my pussy. Mrs. Cooper straddled my body and sat on my tits before she spread her pussy lips and pushed forward to place her cunt against my mouth. I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy, and she rode my tongue wildly. I couldn't believe that my pussy was being eaten by my new girlfriend while her mother was feeding me her pussy. I was bucking my butt up to meet Violet's tongue when I started quivering through an orgasm. Mrs. Cooper was soon filling my mouth with her own juices. At one point that night while Mrs. Cooper was sucking my pussy her daughter was tongue fucking my asshole. I found out that night what both of their pussies and assholes taste like. The next afternoon I called Mother to came and pick me up. When we got home she insisted that I put my clothes in the laundry room because they stank. She also insisted that I take a bath before getting ready for bed. While I was soaking in the tub Mother came into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet to talk to me. She wanted to know what Violet and I had done last night. I was deliberately evasive because I sure couldn't tell her what really took place. Mother approached the tub and knelt beside the tub like she had done hundreds of time when I was younger. She took the washcloth from my hand and started washing my back for me. When she started washing my front, my nipples were still very sensitive to the touch from all the stimulation I had received at the hands of Violet and her mother. I let out a moan of pleasure. Mom had me stand up so that she could wash my legs, and I did as she instructed just as she had done many times before. When she started scrubbing my pubic area I couldn't help moaning in pleasure again. Mom looked at me funny, "Have you and Violet been experimenting sexually?" I assured her that I was not engaging in any sexual activity with Violet. Mom insisted, "Honey, your nipples and pussy are swollen and very sensitive to touch. That looks like you were being sexually active!" I denied it again. Then Mom washed my butt. She stopped her action, "You have been engaging in some sort of sexual activity with at least two people!" "How can you tell?" There are teeth marks on your butt and they don't match, so two people have been biting your ass!" I had forgotten about Mrs. Cooper and Violet biting me on the butt. I didn't know they left marks on my butt. I was at a loss to be able to explain how I got the marks. Inevitably I broke down and cried like a baby. Mother took me in her arms and hugged me. My wet body made the front of her dress wet. She helped me out of the tub and dried me off with a large bath towel. She was very comforting as she led me into her bedroom. She asked me, "Who did you have sex with?" I broke down and said, "Violet and her mother taught me how to make love with a woman." "Do you think that you are a lesbian?" I paused while I thought about how to answer that question. "I did like the sex, and I'm convinced that I will always prefer the company of females over males." My mother didn't get upset with my response to her question. She simply took me into her arms and kissed me on the mouth. The way she kissed me covered my mouth and her cheek was pressed against my nose so tightly that I could not breathe. When I opened my mouth, she stuck her tongue into my mouth and exhaled the air in her lungs into my mouth. She was actually breathing for me. I surrendered completely to her desires. I felt her hand on my little breast. She toyed with my nipple until I couldn't contain myself. I was squirming around uncontrollably. The more aggressive she got the more it empowered me to feel my mother's body. I gently placed my hand inside of her dress on one of her 36-C+ breasts. I half expected her to remove my hand, but she didn't. It was like squeezing a balloon filled with rice, only it was warm and smooth to the touch. I had no idea that my mother had so much experience at making love to women. She sucked my nipples very much like Violet and her mother had. When Mother placed her hand on my pussy I could have died. She stroked my pussy until I was sopping wet. Then she went down on me. She spent a long time sucking on my pussy. She pulled on my clit with her lips and teeth until it felt like she was going to rip it off. I must have cum at least three times. I was exhausted by the time Mother crawled up my body until I was looking up at her hairy wet pussy. I didn't have to be told what to do. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and rubbed my nose against her clit. Neither of us got much sleep that night. It was only exhaustion that forced us to sleep. When I woke up, I couldn't believe that what took place last night was not a dream, but Mother was still lying next to me. My head was resting on her arm and her breast was pressed against my cheek. When I turned my head towards her I took her nipple into my mouth. My sucking on her nipple woke Mother up. She stroked my hair gently while I sucked on her tit. When she reached over my body to pick up the phone she smashed her tit against my face. She pressed recall and selected the phone number of Mrs. Cooper. There was the usual hello and an explanation just who she was. She explained that she wanted to thank her for welcoming her daughter into her home, and extended an invitation for dinner that evening. She would accept no excuse for not coming, she even offered to come over and pick them up. Mother and I didn't get dressed all day. The interruption in the sex was while she started preparing the meal. At the appointed time she put on self-supporting nylons, heels and a dress with a tight fitting bodice. I did likewise, so we could go pick up our guests. Both Mrs. Cooper and Violet were dressed up in their best. Mrs. Cooper sat in the front seat, and Violet and I were in the back seat. I cuddled up next to Violet and kissed her and felt her up all the way home. Mrs. Cooper insisted that my mother call her Angie, and Mother told her to call her Margaret or Maggie. Violet and I were behind her mother so she couldn't see what we were doing. We proudly showed off our home to them, before dinner was ready. The conversation was casual until Mother served coffee and dessert. That was when she casually announced, "I want to thank you and your daughter for opening up a new world to Prudence and me! I would like to return the favor!" With that, Mother lifted her dress up to expose her naked pussy. She even used a hand to wipe her cunt, before waving her fingers under Angie's nose. Angie looked at both of us before giving us a big smile. The two adults were quickly undressed and Angie was kneeling between Mother's legs, sucking her cunt. Violet and I quickly joined them getting undressed. We sucked Mom's tits. It was so exciting watching Maggie sucking Mother's cunt. There was no thought of them going home that evening. We shared a crowded bed. Mom and Violet sucked each other's pussies while Maggie and I watched while masturbating each other. Then we ate each other while Mom and Violet watched. It took some doing but eventually Mother convinced Maggie to give up smoking before they moved in with us. As a show of my love for Violet I eventually had a violet flower tattooed on the inside of my right tit. There were rumors around school about Violet and me, but it didn't bother me. There did come a time when the primary school principal summoned me to her office. She confronted me about my relationship with Violet. The school had long ago written Violet off as an incorrigible, but I had always been a model student. She commented that everyone had noticed the change in Violet, obviously I had become a good influence on Violet, but there were rumors that we were lesbian lovers. My attitude was defiant, "It is no one's business what our relationship is." Mrs. Blackburn said, "I didn't mean to upset you, as she came around her desk and stood behind me. As she was assuring me that I was not in trouble, she gently stroked my hair. I got the strangest feeling that she was making a pass at me. I had never thought about my teachers even being sexual before. To me they were asexual beings. Mrs. Blackburn must have been in her fifties. To me anyone that old was ancient. Her hair was gray. Good GAWD she had breasts as big as my granny. She was always wearing business suits with scarves around her neck covering up the wrinkles that looked like a turkey neck. While she was talking she took hold of my hand and placed it inside her suit coat. What I felt was one big breast that had a nipple almost as big around as my index finger tip. When she unbuttoned her jacket and opened it, the scarf was resting between the two biggest tits I had ever seen. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled my head against her left tit. That was my introduction into a lesbian world I had never suspected existed. The principal of school introduced Violet, her mother, my mother and me to a group of women that loved to have sex with young girls. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.