Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 01:15:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Walk in the Woods (Lesbian/Adult Youth oral g/g, F/Fg, gg/ FFFggg)

Warning:

Adult Youth oral g/g, F/Fg, gg/ FFFggg

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.

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               A Walk in the Woods

                     By
                    Jan

      It was a warm May spring day in the suburbs of
Lincoln, UK.  I was an 11-year-old with blonde hair and
blue eyes in 1978.  I lived in a large house with my
mother and two older sisters.

      I attended a large school for girls on the out
skirts of the city and this is where all really started.

      My best friend, Sara, and I decided to bunk off
school and go for a walk in the woods near the school.
We quite often took walks in the woods, and knew the
woods pretty well.  We were pretty deep into the
woods when we heard female voices, so we hid in case
it was our teachers.

      Our fears were substantiated.  The voices we had
heard were that of Miss Piggot and Ms. Bouvoir.

      Miss Piggot was our physical education teacher.
She was about 37 years old with an athletic figure,
and she sported large boobs, long dark curly hair, and
an attractive face.

      Ms. Bouvoir was our French teacher.  She was at
least 40 years old, with a full figure.  She had very
large boobs, and she had long blonde hair.  She had a
youthful face that was very attractive.

      We followed them deeper into the woods.  The
two women stopped near a little brook.  There was a
large rock with a flat top next to the running water.
They say on the rock and started hugging and kissing
each other.  We were surprised to witness them
feeling each other up.  They exposed each other's
boobs and sucked on them until the creamy flesh was
glowing reddish.  Then they finished removing their
clothes.  Miss Piggot's pubic bush was dark and thick.
Ms. Bouvoir's pubic bush was a dark blonde and not as
thick as the other's.

      Sara and I watched from our hiding place in total
fascination as the women took turns sucking each
other's pussy.  They did things we couldn't believe.
They actually stuck their tongues in each other's
assholes.  We stayed in our hiding place while they
got dressed and headed back down the trail they had
come up.  We remained there in hiding while we jilled
each other until we had orgasms.  We even discussed
making this a regular activity.

      Over the summer holidays we watched those
same two teachers make their way to various
secluded places in the woods to reenact the show we
had first seen.  Sometimes they were joined by other
teachers, ladies, and girls from the community.

      We would follow them into the woods where they
made love in the woods.  Other times they made their
way to a house in the woods.  The manor was owned
by a local titled Lady Tipping.  She was in her mid-
fifties, a matronly figure with large breasts.  Her
curly blonde hair was graying.

      We witnessed from the shrubbery and windows
wild parties that always included girls as young as
Sara and me.  Of course one day we got caught by one
Miss Piggot.  She took us by the hands and dragged
us into the manor.  Our punishment for spying on
them was to have our clothes pulled off of us roughly.
Then we were spanked and forced to eat the pussy of
every women and girl there.  We became welcome
guests at the manor and even learned to enjoy tongue
fucking girls and women's assholes.

      As a 48 year old woman now I sit here at my desk
remembering how I became a lesbian, and feeling the
warm breath of Sara's on my neck.



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