Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2012 09:10:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Teenaged Dyke (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/FFF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older woman.  If this type of content offends
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                  A Teenaged Dyke
                        By
                       Jan

	I always had a nasty streak in me.  My parents
had named me Roberta, which suited me just fine,
because I like to be called Bobby.  I was a redhead
with very fair skin and large freckles over most of my
body.  I even had some freckles on my butt after I
had laid in the back yard naked, and got sunburned on
my butt.

	I hate girly stuff, I preferred to wear boy's
clothes, and even insisted on getting my hair cut into
a crew-cut.  I didn't care what anyone called me.  I
endured a lot of verbal abuse at the hands of the
local bullies.  But I did earn some respect by fighting
back regardless of the outcome.

	The most of girls were afraid to even talk to
me, or be seen with me.  Oh, there were the punkers
that looked at me as a true rebel.  I didn't associate
with them, but I did acknowledge their respect for
me.

	The only person that accepts me for who I am is
my grandmother.  She doesn't judge me, she just
loved me unconditionally.  I used to enjoy spending
every minute I could with her.  She owned a small
house on the edge of town.  When I stayed with her I
slept on the couch.  We even discussed the type of
girls and women I was attracted to, and what I liked
to do with them.

	Grandma enjoyed discussing sex with me.  One
day while I was spending a weekend with her, she
mentioned that she thought I might enjoy seducing
her next door neighbor.  She told me that her name
was Gina Petrosoni.  She went on to tell me more
about the woman.  She explained that she was a
middle aged woman that had been living next door for
several years, had been divorced for several years.
Grams suspected that she was more than a little
interested in sex with someone other than a man.

	Gina Peterosoni was an Italian-American in her
late forties.  Granny described her as an olive skinned
woman that was not all that dark, but she did tan
nicely.  Her hair was chestnut that hung down to the
middle of her back even in a ponytail.  Her eyes were
as dark a brown as she had ever seen.  She added
that her face had character lines, and she was an
attractive woman, even if she was on the skinny side.

	I lightened the moment by saying that the meat
is always sweeter closer to the bone.  I had seen the
woman in her yard and even exchanged pleasantries.
Now I decided to explore the possibility of getting
into her panties.

	Whenever I visited Grams I made a point to
offer to help Gina when she was working in her
flowerbed in the front yard.  When she got used to
me helping her in the yard, she offered to give me
cool drinks after we finished working in the yard.
Before long I was also helping her in the vegetable
garden in the back yard.  She insisted that I wash up
in her house before going back to Granny's.

	One evening I made a point to go next door and
knocked on Gina's door.  When she opened the door
her face had a look of concern on it as she asked is
there something wrong with your grandmother?

	I assured her that Grams was just fine.  I just
wanted to visit with her.  She invited me in and asked
me if I would like tea or something.  I accepted her
off, even though tea was not my first choice.  She
invited me to join her in her dining room.  In truth it
was a dining area adjoining the kitchen.  While I sat
myself at the dining table she went to the kitchen to
put on the kettle.  She set the table with nice China
and a plate with cookies.  She thanked me for being
kind enough to visit her.  When the kettle started
whistling she brought the kettle to the table and
added the hot water to our cups with tea bags in
them.  She put the kettle on a hot plate, and settled
down at the head of the table, so that I was at her
left.

	She started the conversation with light talk
about the weather being hot for the time of year.  It
took her awhile before she got more personal.  It was
obvious she was uncomfortable about asking me
questions about the way I dressed and my sexual
preference.  She eventually came out and asked me
why I preferred to dress so much like a boy.  I
recognized her being so uncomfortable asking me
such a direct question.

	I told her that I liked my hair cropped short
for the ease of care, and I liked the feeling of jeans!
I didn't care what people thought about me.

	She even blushed when she asked, "Are you a
lesbian?"

	I found her reluctance to ask the question
amusing.  "Would it make any difference if I said that
I am?"

	She paused before answering the question, "I
never knew anyone that was one before."

	I chuckled, "Not that you knew of.  I'm sure you
have met plenty of lesbians without knowing.  Most
lesbians don't go around declaring their sexual
preference.  Not all lesbians go round advertising
their desires.  Not all girls and woman that dress like
men are lesbians either."

	That embarrassed her, "I'm sorry, because I
didn't mean to offend you with the questions."

	I chuckled and placed my hand on her forearm,
"I'm not offended at all, and I am a horny dyke, Gina!"

	My casual declaration took her by surprise.  I
could feel muscles retract in her arm.  There was
that moment that she was deciding whether to recoil
or accept what I was offering.  I felt her muscles
relax, and I knew she had accepted the fact that she
was going to allow me to seduce her.

	I sat back and sipped my tea and picked up a
cookie.  I let her ask the question.

	"What is it like to make love to girls?"

	"For me it is the only think in the world that
pleases me.  I had been fucked by both boys and even
a couple of men when I was younger, but I found that
I preferred to be the one fucking other girls and
women!

	Gina looked me in the eyes, "Hove you really had
sex with adult women?"

	"Honey, I suspect that I have had sex with
more women than you can recite the names of women
friends of yours.

	"Does your grandmother know that you have sex
with women?"

	I smiled, "Grammy doesn't care that I prefer
women over men.  She loved me just the way I am.
That's more than I can say about the rest of my
family or a lot of people I know.  A lot of male
classmates pick on me, and the female classmates
talk shit about me, even though some of them seek
me out in private for sex.

	Gina touched my hand in a comforting manner.  I
in turn laced my fingers with hers, and leaned
forward to kiss her on the lips.  I felt her body tense
up for a moment, before she relaxed.  I placed a hand
on the back of her neck and pulled her head tightly
against my mouth.  She surrendered to my kiss.

	When I released her, I waited for her to decide
what she wanted to do.  I knew she could demand
that I leave or she could admit that she wanted to
find out what it would be like to have a girl make love
to her.

	Gina sat there for a long pregnant moment
before she said anything.  I expected her to ask me
to leave, but instead she asked me to tell her about
why I preferred the love of women over men.

	I sat there for a moment.  The first boy to fuck
me tried to convince me that I would like it.  It hurt
and I bled afterwards.  It didn't get any better with
other boys.  There were a couple of adult men that
talked me into letting them fuck me.  I didn't enjoy it
anymore than with the teenagers.  Shortly after my
first time with that teenager I went to the home of
my mother's younger sister.  She had always been my
favorite aunt.  She didn't reproach me for having sex
as young as I was.  She cleaned me up and comforted
me.  She talked to me about what had happened to
me.  She tried to convince me that it would get
easier, if I wanted to continue having sex with males.
I was not sure I ever wanted to have sex again as I
suffered through the pain and cramps I was
experiencing at that moment.

	Aunt Lora massaged my pussy with her hand
until the throbbing subsided.  The throbbing was
replaced by a warm feeling that felt good.  She saw
the change in my face and knew I was starting to
enjoy the way she was rubbing my pussy.  When she
kissed me on the mouth, I opened my mouth and
allowed her to stick her tongue into my mouth.  She
was so gentle with me, and it felt good.  When she
started licking and kissing my body it felt so thrilling
that I had a strong desire to do the same thing to
her.  When she kissed my pussy I loved her for doing
it.  She licked and kissed my pussy until I had the
first cum I had ever had as a result of another
person playing with me.  That night I made love to her
for the first time.

	Even though I had sex with other males after
that, I found out that I preferred to have sex with
women and other girls.  It didn't take long before the
word was spread that I was a dyke.  I figured if I
had the reputation I might as well accept it.  I
preferred to dress like a boy anyway.  I eventually
gave up trying to enjoy the company of males.  When
everyone assumed that I was a lesbian, girls would
seek me out in private to find out what lesbian sex is
all about.  The mothers of some girls even invited me
into their homes, and let me know that they were
available.  After finishing my story I gathered up the
dishes and took them to the sink.

	When I returned to the dining table I stood
behind Gina and placed my hands on her shoulders.  I
didn't have to bend over all that much to kiss her on
the back of the neck.  Gina's muscles constricted, but
she made no effort to stop me.  I placed a hand on
the back of her neck, and turned her head towards
me.  She looked into my eyes as if to plead with me
not to do this, but didn't say anything.  I gently
kissed her on the mouth.  I waited for her to
complain, but she kept quiet.  I forced my tongue
between her lips.  She did relax her jaw, allowing my
tongue to fight with her tongue.  When I interrupted
the kiss she complained, "You really shouldn't be doing
this!"

	"Why should I, I have been dreaming of doing
this for days now!"

	With that statement I slid my hands down the
front of her chest and cupped her small breasts.  She
let out an audible moan as if she were surrendering to
my desires.  I took hold of her hand and pulled her to
her feet.  I led her down the hall until I smelled her
perfume and body power coming from behind her
bedroom door.  I opened the door and guided her into
her own bedroom.  I made her sit on the side of her
bed alongside of me.  I hugged her and kissed her
again.  She sat there as if she didn't know what to do
as I pushed her backwards onto the bed and helped
her adjust her position until she was in the middle of
the bed.  I curled up alongside of her and leaned over
her body, and kissed her on the mouth.  I licked her
lips until she stuck out her tongue.  We licked each
other's tongues.  While we were kissing I placed my
hand on her breasts.

	Her breasts were no more than a hand full.  She
put up a little resistance when I started pulling her
breasts out of her dress.  I stuck my hand down the
front of her dress and pulled one of her tits out from
under her bra.  When I claimed her nipple with my
mouth, Gina moaned and placed her hands on my short
cropped red hair.  She held me tightly against her
breast while I sucked on her nipple.  While I sucked,
I slipped my hand down her body to the junction of
her legs.

	I struggled to pull her dress up, and rubbed the
moist crotch of her panties.  Again she struggled to
remove my hand from her crotch and admonished me
saying, "It's not right for a young girl like you to
seduce an older woman like me!"

	I toyed with her clit and labia after pulling the
crotch of her panties to one side until she gave up,
and spread her legs allowing me to do whatever I
wanted.

	I made her sit up, so that I could pull her dress
down to her waist, before reaching around her body
to unhook her bra, and pull it free of her body.  I
spent a lot of time sucking and massaging her
breasts.  This time when I wanted to pull her dress
from under her butt, she didn't resist, and even
lifted her butt up to allow me to pull the dress down
and free of her legs after removing her sandals.
That left her sitting there in an old pair of
comfortable panties.  They had been washed so many
times that the dark patch of pubic hair made a dark
shadow at the crotch.  I started pulling her panties
off of her body.  Gina didn't resist this time.  When I
got the panties free of her feet, I held the crotch
under my nose.

	I inhaled the aroma of the crotch of her
panties.  I also got a whiff of the brown stain in the
seat of her panties.  Gina was embarrassed when she
saw me smelling her panties.  Just to convince her
that I was in complete charge of her, I stuffed the
panties into her mouth.  She made no effort to
remove the panties while I stuffed two fingers into
her pussy, and finger fucked her until she was
moaning into her gag.  She was sweating by the time
she had her first cum.

	While she lay there recovering, I removed my
school clothes.  It didn't take long before I was
totally naked.  I crouched over her body and buried
my face in her pussy.  The way I was crouching across
her body she reached under my body, and started
playing with my red haired pussy.  I ate her pussy like
a starving animal.  She drove a couple of fingers up
my pussy and fucked me just as fast as I was sucking
her cunt.  I slowly worked my body around until I
could lift my inside leg and straddle her body.  I
worked to position my pussy as close to her head as
possible.  She lifted her head and lapped at my pussy.

	When my jaw would start hurting from holding
my mouth open so that I could lick her pussy, I would
sit up and grind my pussy and asshole onto Gina's
face.  I would smother her until she struggled to
breathe.  I would lean forward just enough to allow
her to catch her breath before smothering her again.

	We spent half of the night sucking cunts over
and over.  I'm sure that I had five climaxes before I
gave up and went to sleep hugging her.  I suspect that
Gina came as many times as I did.  Gina was
concerned that my grandmother would be upset that
I was spending the night with her.  I assured her that
Grams knew that I was spending the weekend with
her.

	Gina asked. "Do you think she knows what we
have been doing?"

	I assured her not only did Grams know, she had
suggested that I might be able to seduce her months
ago.  That piece of news was a little disturbing to
Gina.  She wanted to know why my grandmother would
suspect that I could seduce her.  I had to assure her
that my grandmother was not judgmental.  She loved
me, and looked out for prospective sexual partners
for me.

	In the morning the heat of the morning sun
woke us up.  There was that moment when we both
were embarrassed by morning breath, but we got
over it when we kissed each other.  Then both of us
had to answer natures call.  Gina insisted that I pee
first.  When I finished, I called out for Gina to
replace me on the porcelain throne.  I didn't leave the
bathroom when Gina came in to relieve herself.

	I stood there in front of her listening to the
sound of splashing liquid.  When she was finished I
used the toilet paper to reach between her legs to
wipe her pussy for her.  We stood beside each other
while she brushed her teeth, and I used mouthwash
to clean my mouth.  We didn't bother getting
dressed.  We spent the day in her bed making love.
In the late afternoon my cell phone rang.  When I
answered the call it was Grams inviting us to come
over to her home for dinner.

	I had to convince Gina to go next door with me,
but she eventually joined me.  Grams had set the
table for us.  She had made pot-roast, baked
potatoes, green-beans and stewed carrots, along with
a garden salad.  She asked us if we had a good time.

	Gina was uncomfortable discussing what we had
been doing or trying to lie about what we had been
doing.  I was the one that assured grandmother that
we had a great time getting to know each other.
After dinner I helped clear the table.

	I had to go home after dinner, so I left Gina
talking to Grams.  I suspected Grams would seduce
her after I was gone.  I kissed Gina on the mouth
before I left, and I told her that I would see her as
soon as I could.  I made it a habit to visit her, a
couple of times a week after that.

	One day when I was supposed to be in school I
skipped school.  I happened to stop by the local
supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes.  While I
was casually exiting the store I was opening the pack
of cigarettes when a hand rested on my shoulder.

	When I turned to see who was stopping me I
was greeted by the sight of an attractive middle aged
woman.  She asked me if I would help her take her
shopping carts to her car.  I saw no reason not to
oblige her.  I took one of her two carts and followed
her to a big Toyota SUV.  I always laugh at the
designation SUV, because these soccer mom vehicles
would never see any dirt roads.  She opened the
vehicle with her remote, and we set about loading the
contents of the carts into the vehicle.

	Before I could get away, she asked me, "Your
name is Bobby, isn't it?"

	I had never seen this woman before, and I
wondered how she knew who I was.  "Yes."

	My daughter goes to school with you.  Her name
is Amy Rodgers."

	I knew who she was right away.  Amy was the
most popular girl in school.  She was the leader of the
group of girls that were the leaders of everything
going on in school.  She was purported to be dating
the quarterback of the football team and he was the
student body president.  I was curious why Amy would
even discuss me with her mother, let alone how she
could identify me.

	She asked me, "Let me get rid of these carts
and I would appreciate it if you would come home with
me to help me get these bags into the house."

	I didn't have anything planned, and she was a
sexy looking woman, so I shrugged my shoulders and
said, "Sure!"

	Mrs. Rodgers pushed the two carts into the
rack at the end of the parking lot.  I walked around
the car and opened the passenger door, and climbed
up into the gray seat.  When she entered the driver's
side she fastened the seatbelt and inserted her key.
I fastened my seatbelt too.

	She said, "I'm sorry I troubled you, and
interrupted your lighting your cigarette.  I would
accept one if you offered."

	I pulled my new pack from my shirt pocket, and
finished opening it.  I pulled one up and took it out.  I
handed it to her, but she asked me to light it for her.
I put it in my mouth and used a cheap disposable
lighter to light it for her.  I leaned over and put it in
her mouth, while she kept both hands on the wheel.
Then I did the same thing for myself.  After I took a
full drag I at least directed the smoke out the open
window.  I wanted to ask her how she knew who I was,
but waited for her to broach the subject.

	Mrs. Rodgers took a drag and then put the
cigarette between the fingers of her left hand as she
exhaled.  "I guess you're wondering how I knew who
you are?  Amy pointed you out to me one day while I
was picking her up after school."

	"What did she say about me?"

	The woman smiled, "She indicated that you are
the most visible dyke in school."

	In a small redneck town being a dyke does set
you apart from the rest of the student body.  Where
most girls would be ashamed of that label, I wore it
like a badge of honor.  Knowing that the most popular
girl in school had singled me out to her mother gave
me a small measure of pride, but that left me with
the question, why had Mrs. Rodgers asked me to help
her?

	When we arrived at her home in the best
section of town she simply used a remote to open the
garage door.  She drove right in and the door closed
behind us.  She pressed a button and the rear door
opened.  We carried the grocery bags through a door
in the garage that led us past small a bathroom
directly into the kitchen.  We sat the bags down on
the floor and returned to the car until it was empty.
We spent a good half hour putting the groceries
away.  When we were done I was about to take my
leave, but Mrs. Rodgers asked me to join her in a cool
drink.

	I would turn down a cold drink.  She opened us a
couple of bottles of Smirnoff coolers.  Mine was a
strawberry flavored drink with a little bit of vodka.
She took me by the hand and led me into a spacious
family room.  The bay window overlooked the back
yard and a well-manicured lawn with a pool and
dressing room.

	Mrs. Rodgers made a point to sit next to me on
the couch.  I was no fool I figured out that she
wanted me to make a pass at her.  I had admired her
good looks, but now I sized up her appearance even
more seriously.

	The skirt she was wearing was typical of most
housewives in town, not too short or too long.  Too
short would look cheap on a woman her age, and too
long would look like a religious evangelist that would
believe in creationism against all the evidence science
can muster.  The blouse she had on was practical too.
There were no dangling items that would get in the
way of selecting groceries.  It was loose enough to be
cool while shopping, yet stylish.  I had admired her
breasts, because they were at least a C size, and I
suspected that she didn't have a bra on.  While I was
admiring her physical appearance I reached out and
stroked her hair.

	I got the response I was looking for.  She
placed her hand on my thigh.  Of course I had on
jeans, as usual.  I took hold of her wrist and pulled
her hand into my crotch.  I held her wrist until she
started stroking the material of my pants.  When I
felt assured that she was not going to reject my
advances, I placed a hand on her left breast.  Just as
I had suspected there was no bra under the blouse.  I
could feel her nipple under my hand.  With that I
wrapped my other hand behind her neck, and pulled
her head to my mouth.  I opened my mouth, and she
stuck out her tongue.  We played with each other's
tongues as we kissed each other passionately.  She
was just as anxious to get her clothes off as I was.  I
was not disappointed when I got a look at her naked
body.  I sat about sucking her breasts, while she
struggled to get me out of my T-shirt and jeans.  I
went down on her and ate her pussy until she howled
her approval as she had her first cum.  We slowed
down after that.  She produced a long latex rubber
dildo.  I thought she was going to want me to insert
one end into my pussy and the other end into her
cunt, but that was not what she wanted.  What she
wanted was for me to insert one end into her asshole,
and bend it in half and insert the other end into her
cunt.  Then she wanted me to take hold of the middle
and fuck her vigorously.  I was busy doing that while
sucking on her tits.  We were making so much noise
we didn't hear the front door open.

	I was startled when I heard a gasp coming from
behind me.  When I looked, it was Amy standing in
the open door.  She looked shocked and whirled
around and fled for parts unknown.  That brought the
sex with her mother to an end.  I got dressed and
went home.

	The next day at school I was concerned that
Amy would be telling the story of me fucking her
mother.  It never occurred to me that it would be
embarrassing to her to admit that her mother was
fucking a girl.  I didn't see her until close to the end
of the day.  We were walking in the same direction
down the hall of the administration building.  I
quicken my pace to catch up with her.  There was so
much noise from all of the students rushing to their
next class and talking to each other that I could talk
to her without fear of being overheard.

	"Amy, I'm sorry that you saw what was going on
yesterday!"

	Amy looked at me and said, "I was not surprised
that much.  I have witnessed her having sex with her
other women friends.  I just didn't expect to find her
doing it with someone my age."

	"Do you want to get together after school to
talk about it more?"

	Amy looked at me before responding.  "Okay,
meet me at my home after school!"

	We didn't say much more because we went in
different directions for our next class.  After school
I caught the bus to take me across town to their
neighborhood.  I had to walk a couple of blocks to get
to her home.  Amy was waiting on the porch for me to
arrive.  She had her own car, and had arrived home
long before I got there, with enough time to change
clothes.  After greeting me she led me into the
family room, and offered me something to drink.

	When we settled down Amy told me all about
her mother's proclivity to make love to several
women.  She told me that she had even seen her
mother tongue fucking the assholes of more than a
few women.

	I asked her why she was so disturbed when she
saw me making love to her mother.

	Tears welled up in her eyes before Amy
responded.  "I was upset, because she has never even
touched me in that way before.  She rebuffs me any
time I try to cuddle up with her.  She has even
slapped my face when I placed my hand on her tit.  I
don't understand why it is alright for her to let you
fuck her, and it is wrong for me to want to do it to
her!"

	I was stroking her hair while hugging her.  She
was crying while she was resting her head on my T-
shirt covered breasts.  I could feel her tears soaking
my shirt.  It was just too good to pass up.  I started
feeling her breasts.  She didn't resist as I slipped my
hand inside her blouse.  I got my hand inside her bra
and squeezed her nice breasts.  We were kissing and
licking each other's tongues like mad.  Clothes were
discarded quickly.  I finger fucked her until she had a
strong climax.  That was only the start of the
afternoon.  We sucked each other's tits and ate
pussies nonstop.  Time meant nothing.  It must have
been a couple of hours later that she was lying on her
back on the couch and I was crouched over her body
head to toe.  She was lapping at my red haired pussy,
and I had my head between her legs sucking on her
dark haired pussy, when the front door opened and
her mother walked in on us.

	There was that pregnant moment where all
three of us were shocked.  I got off of Amy, and she
sat up, with a look on her face that was pleading with
her mother to understand.  Her mother rushed to the
couch and fell to her knees between Amy's legs, as
she flung her arms around her daughter's body.  They
were both crying and kissing each other.

	I figured I was intruding on a private moment,
so I gathered up my clothes, and made a quiet exit
after getting dressed.  The next day at school Amy
found me, and told me all about the way her mother
made up with her after I left.  She insisted that I
come home with her after school.

	For the first time in my life I got to make love
to mother and daughter at the same time.  My
relationship with Amy didn't change publicly, because
we didn't travel in the same crowd, and her friends
would have been shocked to find out she was into
lesbian sex.  She still put up the front with her
boyfriend publicly.  He did break up with her within a
year, because she was ignoring him more and more, to
spend time with her mother and other women,
including me.

	I was still seeing Gina regularly, so I didn't feel
left out.  One night I went to a party hosted by one
of the punker girls.  It was a mixed group.  There was
just about every boy and girl from school at the
party.  What made the party interesting to me was
that the hostess had a cousin at the party.

	Her cousin was from a big city and college aged.
She was the center of attention of every boy and girl
at the party.  She had thick dark hair flowing down
her back all the way to her waist.  She had on thick
false eyelashes, thick red lips, and brown eyes.  She
had on a black plastic cocktail dress that was so
short that it barely covered her butt, and the
squared off top exposed a large amount of breasts.
She was standing on platform plastic shoes that had
heels at least six inches high with red soles.  She had
on dark nylons that the tops were hardly covered by
her dress.  She was definitely the center of
attention.

	She was very flirtatious the way she smoked
her cigarettes.  She knew exactly what she was doing
to all of the males there.  All of the country boys
were falling all over themselves trying to impress her.
The girls were either jealous of all of the boys
flirting with her, or trying to bask in her glory.

	It was obvious that she was deliberately flirting
with all of the males, with no intention of rewarding
any of these young teenagers with her favor.  She
was very clever about sending these sex hounds to
get her something to drink, to shrug them off.  She
was not about to get too drunk, because she would
pass each drink off to some other girl after tasting
it.

	As it happens with most parties the party was
broken up when a couple of guys got into a fight over
her favor, in typical male testosterone show of their
bravery.  The result was the local deputy sheriff
showed up to break up the party.

	I had been watching everything with a certain
amount of amusement.  I was not impressed with the
arrival of the deputy, and hung around to clean up the
full ashtrays, wash the half full glasses, and fill the
trash barrels with empty beer cans and bottles.  The
house slowly emptied out leaving the hostess, her
cousin, and me to finish cleaning up the spilt beer and
put the furniture back in place.  We had to open up
the windows and door to air out the smell of beer and
cigarette smoke.  The hostess was exhausted and
practically falling asleep on her feet.  Her cousin
helped her to her room and put her to bed fully
clothed.

	When her cousin made her way back to the
living room she offered me a drink and said, "I
noticed you observing everything with an air of
amusement all evening.  My name is Maria, what is
yours?"

	"I said, "Everyone calls me Bobby."

	She moved in so close to me that I could feel
her breast pressing against my arm.  "I take it that
you are the local dyke.  I enjoy teasing the local
wood, but I prefer a wet tongue in my pussy more
that some stiff cock that can't keep it up until I
cum."

	GAWD, she was an expert at turning on both
males and females.  Just to test her statement I
slipped my hand under her skirt and found her crotch.
I was almost surprised to find that she didn't have
panties on.  Her pussy had a little pubic patch on her
vulva.

	Maria spread her legs just to give me a little
more room to feel her pussy.  She also pressed her
nice breasts against my body.  I was looking down at
the rose tattoo on the inside of her left breast, when
she kissed me.  We stumbled backwards until we
came in contact with the couch.

	I had never met a girl better at kissing than
her.  It only required unzipping the back of her dress
and a quick pull on the bottom of her dress up and
over her head to get a look at all of her naked glory.
I had never seen a better looking body.  Her breasts
were at least a C-size, and her areolas were large
circles in brown.  That dark patch of pubic hair was
just above her exposed labia, and her labia were the
same color of brown as her areola.

	When I knelt before her, she laced her fingers
through my short red hair.  I tongue fucked her until
she let me know in sound and gesture that she had
cum.  I thought I was going to be the aggressor all of
the way, but she pushed me away, so that she could
undress me.  She not only sucked tit, she ate my
pussy like a pro.  Just when I thought it was over, she
pulled a strap-on dildo from her purse.  I expected
her to have me put it on to fuck her, but instead she
stepped into the harness and buckled it on.

	She placed me on the couch and took hold of my
ankles and rested them on her shoulders as she
inserted it into my cunt.  She fucked until I was
nothing but a quivering nerve ending after three
orgasms.  I was sweating profusely by that time.  I
expected that it was over when she pulled the dildo
out of my cunt, but she aimed it a little farther south
and shoved it into my asshole.  I could not believe she
was fucking my asshole so wildly.  By the time we
were ready to call it a night I was exhausted.  I
definitely have to get her number.  I want to visit her
in the future.



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