Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2016 03:10:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Teenaged Dyke (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FFFf)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, WS, f/FFf

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.

Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved

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                A Teenage Dyke

                     By
                    Jan

      My name is Jackie and I was never a girly girl.  I
was a skinny kid growing up.  I hated long hair, so I
kept it cut short.  It was almost a crew cut like the
boys in the neighborhood.  I preferred to play games
with the boys like baseball, basketball and football.  I
was accepted by the boys in my neighborhood as an
equal until we reached puberty.

      The guys were getting horny, and they were
embarrassed talking about the girls they were dating
in front of me.  They stopped letting me hang out
with them.  At the same time the girls I grew up with
and went to school with excluded me, because I
preferred to wear boy's clothes.

      I always wore blue jeans, sports shirts, and cross
trainer shoes.  When I wore a jacket it was either a
green rayon boomer jacket, or a black leather motor
cycle jacket.  I was comfortable with looking like a
boy, and I preferred it that way.  The only girls I
almost fit in with were the Pinker girls.  I really
didn't fit in with any group though.

      The guys wanted to keep their own company so
they can feel free to brag about which girls they had
fucked, and which girls gave the best blowjobs.  The
girls excluded me because they didn't feel
comfortable talking in front of me about clothes,
makeup, and gossiping about other girls being tramps.
I was aware that all of them assumed I was a lesbian.
In truth I had never felt one way or another about
sex until I reached the age of sixteen.

      My father bought me an old 1950 Chivy coupe.  I
needed a lot of work to make it street worthy.  He
helped me work on it.  In truth he wanted to build the
hot rod he had wanted when he was a teenager.  We
ditched the straight six for a junked aluminum V-8,
with a four speed automatic.  Dad didn't want me
thinking about street racing.  We replaced all of the
rubber bushings, motor mounts and Dad punt in a
limited slip rear end.  By the time we finished the
underside was as good as a new car.  The body was
clean.  As long as I was willing to color sand the car
Dad was willing to paint the car for me.  He also had
the seats re-upholstered with leather and the two of
us made the door panels and headliner match the
upholstery.  I was as happy about my car, as other
girls are about their first prom-dress.

      Having my own car freed me from having to be
driven places by my patents and allowed me to
explore the world around our community.  I could
spend the weekend burning a tank of gas and never be
more than 30 miles from home, or actually go on trips
a hundred miles from home.

      Knowing that everyone assumed that I was a dyke
eventually made me evaluate my sexual preference.
The boys I knew didn't appeal to me.  They were rude
and crude and their descriptions of their conquests
sounded gross to me.  I had no desire to do the
things they have bragged about!  The girls were no
better!  I found them silly and they could be just as
crud when they talked about the guys they had sex
with among themselves.  I knew if I had sex with any
of my classmates male or female it was be the topic
of gossip within days.

      To find out for myself if I was gay or straight I
decided to find out for myself in a way that would
never get back to my neighborhood.  As much as I
didn't like wearing female clothes, I did dress up for
the occasion.  I felt out of place because my breasts
were no larger than most 11-year-olds, just the same
I got dressed up and drove to San Diego.  I was sure
that I wouldn't run into anyone from my home town
there, and I could find a horny serviceman that would
be more than happy to deflower a teenager even if
she looked like a boy.  I was looking for an
experienced older man.  When I got to the Sheraton
Hotel at the Marina on Harbor Island it was no
problem parking in the lot changing clothes in the
ladies bathroom and making my way to the pool.

      It didn't take long lounging at the pools edge
before guys flirted with me.  A couple of teenagers
tried to hit on me, all I had to do was be a little rude
to get rid of them.  As soon as they moved on an
older man approached me.  I liked his looks and he
must have been at least twice my age.  Just as I had
hoped he took me up to his room.  There was a little
foreplay before he fucked me.  There wasn't the pain
I had heard about, but it left me disappointed too.
He had done his best to please me, but I just didn't
get that feeling I had been taught to expect.  I even
had to fake an orgasm.  At any rate it had been a
disappointing drive home.  The next thing to try was
women.

      Again I didn't have a clue how to go about finding
an experience woman to teach me.  I listened to
gossip among the girls in my classrooms, but I figured
the safest thing to do was get on my computer and go
online.

      One night after finishing my homework I did a
search for someone to talk to.  I talked to a few
women for a short time.  In each case I found that
there was something about each one that just didn't
feel right.  One evening I found a woman that
interested me, and her name was Dorothy.

      We hooked up on a chat group that we could see
each other.  I was fascinated by the woman.  She
looked to be about to 40-years-old, and she looked
she could make a living as stripper.  I'm talking about
a platinum blonde woman with a stunning figure.  She
had the kind of breasts I could only dream about.
She also seemed to be interested in me.

      She seemed to be attracted to me because I was
young and inexperienced.  In our discussions she
assured me that she was attracted to me because she
had given up on male's altogether.  The prospect of
getting to teach a young girl how to please women
excited her.  We eventually agreed to meet each
other at the food court at the local May Company
Mall.

      She was already there when I arrived.  We saw
each other and smiled as we approached each other.
I was still impressed with her figure and fashion
sense, but in person she looked older than her
professed age.  Her face looked dry and wrinkled.  I
suspected that she was either a heavy smoker or she
had worn heavy makeup from her early teens.  I was
still fascinated by her.

      She bought us a couple of Mocha Grande coffees
for us and she escorted me to the water feature
where we sat on the wide lip around the fountain
because the noise of the falling water would drowned
out our conversation, to anyone more than a couple of
feet away.  We told each other about ourselves.

      Dorothy told me that she had been married three
times and was quickly disillusioned by marriage.  She
told me that she had made a good living as real estate
agent using her looks to make sales.  Commercial
properties were her specialty.  The sale of large
commercial property with or without buildings made
her a wealthy woman at a young age.  She invested
her money so that she could live comfortably the rest
of her life.  Her home is in New Port Beach area.

      I told her all about being a true tomboy all of my
life, and how everyone assumes that I am a dyke, and
I actually went out of my way recently to have sex
with an older man to find out if I liked sex with men.
It had left me ambivalent about sex with males.  I
figured that meeting a woman on the web would be
the easiest way to find out if I was a lesbian, without
any of my classmates finding out.

      By the time we finished our coffee she suggested
that I follow her to her home.  Her home was located
on a bluff overlooking The Corona Del Mar entrance
to the harbor.  We parked our cars on the apron of
her garage.  Her home was fabulous!  How many
people can boast that they have a view of the setting
sun in the Pacific Ocean from their living room
window?  She took me on a tour of her home quickly
that ended in her bedroom.

      Her bedroom was something to see.  The
furniture was very expensive looking, and very famine
looking.  Dorothy maneuvered me close to her queen
sized bed and kissed me on the mouth.  She was taller
and stronger than me, but I wanted to be in charge,
so I forced her to sit down. That way I was taller
than her, and be the aggressor as I took her into my
arms and forcefully kiss her on the mouth.

      I placed my right hand on her left breast and
squeezed it.  She responded by moaning into my
mouth.  I loved the feel of her warm soft tit in my
hand.  I slipped my hand down the front of her blouse
and into her bra.  The flesh was very malleable and I
would feel the little dimples on her areola and her
nipple felt like a soft small grape.  I felt her hot
breath on my cheek as she became turned on.  I
eventually withdrew my hand and started unbuttoning
her blouse.  In her excitement Dorothy started
helping me unbuttoning her blouse, but I slapped her
hands away.  I wanted to do it myself.  I pulled the
blouse out of her skirt and finished removing it.

      She was wearing a lavender delicate lace
brassiere that held up her heavy breasts while
exposing a lot of flesh.  I kiss her on the neck as I
reached around her body to unfasten the bra, and
pull the straps off her shoulders.  She held her arms
out in front of her body as I pulled the bra free of
her body.  Her heavy breasts rested on her ribcage,
covering up the red mark left in her flesh from the
bra strap.  I marveled at the size of her areolas
because they were the size of the palm of my hand,
and they were a very dark mauve color.  Her nipples
were the size of concord grapes.  I couldn't resist
bending down and taking her right nipple into my
mouth.  I loved the taste of her flesh as I suckled on
her nipple.

      Dorothy stroked my short hair with one hand and
used the other to lift her tit up for me to suck on it.
I nursed on both of her tits until her nipples were
hard, and she complained that I was hurting her.
That was when I stepped back to admire how big her
nipples had gotten.  At that point I turned my
attention to removing her skirt so that I could get a
look at her pussy.

      I had to pull her to her feel long enough to unzip
her skirt and tug it down over her wide hips.  She was
wearing a black garter belt, lavender hip hugger
panties that matched her brassiere, and nylons just
dark enough to show off just how shapely her legs
were.  Her pumps were three inch heels that made
her feet look smaller than they were.  I decided to
just remove her panties because I thought she would
look more famine in stockings and heels.

      With her panties removed I took my time
studying her cunt.  She was a vain woman, and
trimmed her pubic hair and shaved it to insure no hair
would ever show beyond the leg opening.  I saw that
her labia dangled past her vulva and she sported a
shiny metal bolt through the hood over her clitoris.

      When I touched the bolt she let out a moan.  I
made her sit down again and spread her legs wide
enough so that I could kneel between them.  The
nylons made her thighs slippery as I parted her leg
and knelt between them, and moved my face close
enough to smell her cunt and feel her body heat.
Where the smell and taste of that man's cock had
repulsed me, Dorothy's cunt thrilled me.  I took that
that bolt into my mouth and stretched the skin until
she let out a whimper of pain.  I sucked her clit and
tongue fucked her until she cried out, "I'M
CUMMING!"  At that point I felt my mouth being
flooded with her fluid.  At first I thought she had
pissed in my mouth, but when I tasted it, there was
very little taste and it was not salty.  I learned later
that I tasted my first female cum.

      We cuddled and talked about what I had done.  I
relished the smell of her perfumed body.  When
Dorothy turned over onto her belly and got on her
knees like a Muslim in prayer I checked out her
backside.  Her butt cheeks were spread exposing her
asshole and vagina for me to inspect.  I stuck two
fingers into her pussy and jilled her.  She moaned in
pleasure, so I added another finger.  Before long I
was actually fist fucking her cunt.  My face was so
close I could smell the sweet odor of her asshole.  I
couldn't resist licking her asshole.  The ring around
her anus was almost as dark as her areolas.  When I
actually stuck my tongue into her asshole she let out
a howl of pleasure.  By the time I was finished she
was exhausted and totally relaxed.

      After a short rest Dorothy turned to me and
went down on me.  As skinny as I was my vulva was
covered with a thick mat of dark pubic hair.  Dorothy
looked up at me from between my legs with her lower
face hidden behind my pubic hair up to her nose.  She
did seem to be enjoying eating my pussy.  I eventually
had a strong orgasm.  I was in no hurry to leave her
bed.  We lounged around for hours and I ate her
pussy a couple of more times before I had to get
dressed and return home.

      That evening was enough to convince me that I
was a full-fledged dyke.  At school I was still a loner,
but several of my classmates contacted me at home.
I didn't mind that they didn't want to socialize with
me at school, but were happy to have me pick them up
and take them someplace where I could eat their
pussies.

      Dorothy also put me in touch with other women
that had a taste for young dykes.  Dorothy also had a
friend that was an older dyke.

      When I met her I found her to be a nice woman
even though she was an imposing character.  She was
about 5-feet seven and weighted at least 250 pounds.
Her hair was cropped as short as mine and combed
with a part like a man would wear.  She wore a flannel
work shirt, blue jeans and cum soled work boots.
There was the unperfumed smell of sweat emitted
from her body.  Her voice had that horse unvarnished
gravely sound of whisky in her speech.  When she
spoke she was very profane.  Her first question
addressed to me was, "I want to fuck you Bitch!"

      For the first time I met someone I had to
concede was a bigger dyke than me.  She stripped my
skinny body of all of my clothes and licked my hairy
armpits.  Even though my breasts were no bigger than
cubby boy's tits; she pinched my nipples until they
were numb.  She physically tossed me on Dorothy's
bed and curled me up into a ball with my bony ass in
the air.  She licked my pussy and asshole until I had
an orgasm that caused me to lose control of my
bladder and I pissed.  Most of it splashed against my
face.  She let me rest while she took off her clothes.

      I marveled at the size if that woman.  She has a
big soft belly that hung over her meaty cunt.  She
didn't shave, but her hair was sparse so there was
plenty of white skin showing.  There was a deep gash
hiding her labia minor and clit from view.  Her chubby
breasts rested on her belly with the nipples sagging
to the bottom.  There was an abundant amount of
dark hair protruding from under her armpits
alongside her tits.  When I my face in her soft tits
the flesh engulfed my head like warm putty.  While I
was licking her flesh I put my hand between her legs
and stroked her flabby flesh.

      After I diddled her moist cunt for a short time I
couldn't resist smelling my finger.  As expected my
finger smelled strongly of her pungent odor.  She
spread the meaty thighs to give me access to her
cunt.  She was so chubby that her big soft ass placed
her asshole in plain view.  It was a simple thing to lick
her from asshole to her clit.  She wasn't able to hold
her ass still.  The way she was wiggling around I
thought I was going to break my nose on her pubic
bone.  I thought my nose was bleeding, but when I
lifted my head and wiped my nose I saw that it was
just her clear bodily fluids.  When I swallowed her
fluid it had my throat sore, like I had been screaming
at the top of my lunges.

      While was busy finger fucking her, she had her
big meaty hand resting on my butt.  She sought out
my butt crack and found my puckered asshole.  She
shoved her finger into my ass and diddled me.  She
even smelled her dirty finger and announced that it
smelled like ass candy, and sucked her finger clean.

      She and I had a lot in common, so we went to
parties together, and softened picked up one or two
fem's to fuck.  When I graduated I got a job working
in a warehouse while I went to college.  That way I
could wear men's clothes.

      There was a sweet looking girl in the front office
that was innocent until I seduced her.  I eventually
married her, even though it was not legal in our
State.



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