Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 23:06:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Amanda's Story (lesbian/Beginnings, oral, anal, f/f, ff/FF)
Warning:
Beginnings, oral, anal, f/f, ff/FF
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
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Amanda's Story
By
Jan
My story begins when I entered junior high
school. My name is Amanda, and my mother's name is
Mary. I am the only child of a divorced, working
middle class woman. We lived in quiet middle class
suburban community. I was a better than average
student. Upon graduating from grammar school, we
had to go to the junior high in a different area.
It was an exciting time for me. My classmates
and I were going to a new school where we would be
meeting students from another part of town. The
children from the other grammar school on the
southeast side of town were going to be united with
the children from the south-west side of town. We
were 12-year-olds for the most part entering the
seventh grade, so we were the new kinds behind the
eight graders that 13-years-old.
I was well on my way into puberty. My figure had
changed dramatically during the summer. My breasts
had swollen markedly, my waist had narrowed at the
same time my hips had widened, and I had sprouted
pubic hair on my pubis and underarms. Mother had
given me the lecture about sex, and taught me how to
apply sanitary napkins and insert Tampons. I was
feeling very proud of myself, and looking forward to
dating boys soon.
It was all very strange entering a new school, and
meeting other students and teachers that were new
to us. At first we congregated with students we
were friends with in our previous school, but as we
became familiar with the students from the other
grammar school, we broadened our circle of friends.
There was one girl that was in all of my classes. I
introduced myself to her. I quickly learned that her
name was Ashley, and she too was the only child of a
divorced middle class working mother too. We quickly
became close friends.
I lived less that a thirty minute walk east of
school, and Ashley lived about thirty minute walk
west of school. We got out of school by 3:00 pm and
our mothers didn't get off work until 5:00 pm. So we
both had more than two hours to ourselves before
our mother's would get home. We made a point of
introducing each other to our mothers. Ashley's
mother was named Sally. They became comfortable
with us visiting each other's home all night while they
went out partying with each other.
Ashely and I would take turns visiting each
other's home. We helped each other with our
homework, before we started gossiping about our
fellow classmates, and discussing the big taboo of
sex. We knew the girls from our previous schools
that were known to be putting out, and had the
reputation of being easy. We agreed that we didn't
want that kind of reputation, but we were both
curious about sex.
Ashley suggested that we experiment with kissing
techniques, so we started hugging and kissing each
other. Ashley preferred to have me visit her at her
house, because she felt more comfortable there, but
we sometimes messed around at my home. We were
always properly dressed before our mother's got
home.
Our mother's sometimes would let us spend the
night with each other, while they went out. They
went to the movies with each other, and even spent
some social time at nightclubs they felt comfortable
visiting. Neither of them was interested in hooking
up with men. They were both pretty bitter with their
ex-husbands. When guys would try to hit on them all
they had to say was they had to get home to their
children to turn them off. Men out looking for some
pussy had no desire to get involved with women with
children.
Our homes were about six miles apart from each
other. Rather than rely on my mother delivering me
to Ashley's I started riding my bicycle across town to
visit Ashley, particularly on the Friday nights when
our mothers would be dating each other.
One of those nights when we had the house to
ourselves Ashley started feeling my breasts. It felt
so good that I didn't stop her when she stared
removing my tank top. I couldn't resist playing with
her breasts too. We were kissing and massaging each
other's tits. She laid me back against the back of the
sofa, and pushed by bra up over my chest to expose
my tits. She started feeling one naked tit while she
started sucking on the other tit's nipple. I lay there
stroking her hair while she sucked on my tits. It felt
amazing. She started removing my shorts and
panties, and I didn't stop her. She stroked my pussy
vigorously, before going down on me. No one had ever
done anything like that to me before, and it thrilled
me beyond words. I was just as curious to find out
what Ashley would taste like. From then on any time
we had one of the houses to ourselves we didn't waste
time before engaging in all manner of oral sex with
each other.
Our mothers had become such good friends that
they often got together Friday nights for an evening
out with each other. They would return home later
and later to take their daughter home. Eventually
they went so far as to inform us that they would pick
us up in the later the next morning for a Saturday
brunch together. They didn't inform us where they
would be spending the night.
Having the complete run of one of our homes all
night led to us becoming bolder than ever. We would
remove our clothes as soon as our mothers departed.
We engaged in riotous sex almost all night. Our
bladders always managed to wake us up in plenty of
time to clean up and be dressed before our mother's
arrived to take us o brunch.
I have no idea when Ashley discovered the truth
of our mother's relationship, but one evening the
subject of what our mothers were doing came up. We
speculated about whether they spent the night
sucking pussy too. Ashley suggested that she
guessed that while I was spending the night at her
house, our mothers were spending the night at my
house. To test her hypothesis she suggested that we
ride our bicycles across town and see if they were at
my home.
We got dressed and retrieved our bikes and it
didn't take long for us to arrive at my home. We saw
her mother's car parked in the driveway. We parked
our bikes behind the house, and entered the back
door quietly. As we approach the master bedroom we
saw light under the door, so we entered my bedroom.
There was a bathroom between our bedrooms with
connecting doors. We entered the bathroom from my
bedroom. Mother's bathroom door was open, so we
approached the door until we had a clear view of my
mother's bed.
What we witnessed shocked me beyond belief.
My mother was on her keens with her head buried in
the pillow and Sally was behind her fucking her with a
strap-on dildo. It took me a moment to realize that
Sally was fucking my mother in the asshole with a
large rubber replica of a male penis. Mother was
moaning into the pillow and demanding that Sally fuck
her harder. Ashley and I could clearly hear her
demands, and the sound of naked flesh slapping
against my mother's butt. My mother eventually let
out a cry and proclaimed, "I'm cumming!"
Ashley had been standing behind me, and had
stuffed one hand under my jersey top and grasped
one of one tit, while the other hand down the front
of my shorts and was finger fucking me.
Sally turned mother over onto her back and
kissed her on the mouth. She turned around and
placed her feet under my mother's armpits as she sat
on mother's face. She looked over at us, as if she
expected to see us there. She motioned us to enter.
Ashley pushed me into the room, and quickly removed
my clothes, and led me to the foot of the bed. She
pushed me forward quietly. I knew what she wanted,
and I looked up at Sally as she motioned for me to
come up and pointed at my mother's pussy. I crawled
up the bed between mother spread legs. Mother
knew there was someone else in the room and tried to
struggle to find out who was there, but Sally was
sitting on her face and had her arms trapped by her
legs, so mother couldn't see who was there.
As I approached her crotch I could smell the
odor of my mother's wet pussy. I could imagine what
Sally and mother had been doing all night. Ashley had
taught me well. Mother had struggle until I started
sucking her pussy. Mother was moaning into Sally's
pussy. It was obvious that she was having an orgasm.
When she finally relaxed, Sally stood up long enough
to park her butt on the headboard, allowing mother
to look down to see who had been eating her pussy.
I still had my mouth and nose buried in her pussy.
I must have been a sight with my nose buried in her
pubic hair with only my eyes and sweaty forehead
visible. When I lifted my head my face was covered
with her cum.
The look on my mother's face was amazing. She
was shocked to see me my face down there. Her
response on her face was guilt for enjoying having
her own daughter eating her pussy. GAWD, incest
had been the farthest thing from her mind. It took
her a moment to become aware that Ashely was also
in the room.
While I had been eating mother's pussy, Ashley
had removed her clothes. She had been masturbating
while she watched her mother sitting on my mother's
face, and me eating mother's pussy. She still had her
fingers deep in her pussy. Before mother could say
anything Ashley knelt on the side of the bed, and
started sucking on my mother's tits. I continued
sucking on mother's pussy, and before long she was
yelling that she was cumming again.
There was a lot of self-incrimination later, but
the four of us sat there on the bed discussing the
facts that both of us had enjoyed all of the sex. The
sun was coming up by the time we finally agreed that
sex was going to become a welcome part of our lives.
To celebrate we even got dressed and the four of us
went out to have brunch, after all we were famished.
On those nights when our mothers were not going
out, mother and I slept together. We enjoyed mutual
oral sex with each other.
Weekends were parties for four. Sally turned
out to be marvelous in bed. It is worth noting that
Sally is a lot more uninhibited with me than my
mother, and my mother is a lot more uninhibited with
Ashley. It became a normal routine for Ashley and I
to spend the week sleeping at each other's mothers.
Eventually mother and I actually moved into Sally and
Ashley's home together. I continued sleeping with
Sally during the week, and Ashley continued sleeping
with my mother during the week. Weekends were
reserved for a four way orgy.
Sally introduced me to face sitting, and took my
cherry with her strap-on, and eventually taught me to
enjoy being fucked in the ass. Our high school years
were a great time for the two of us.
During the first semester of my freshman year I
heard rumors about the librarian Miss Feldstein and
her assistant being lesbians, so when I had to select
my class schedule for the spring semester, I asked
my guidance counselor if I could make my sixth period
library science. She was amenable if Miss Feldstein
was willing. When I approached her about my taking
library science for my sixth period, she was very
pleased to have me help her.
Miss Feldstein was a senior woman of
undetermined age. She was about five-feet four,
with gray haircut rather short, blue eyes. She had a
very disarming smile all of the time. I would assume
her to be a size 12.
Her assistant was a quiet woman in her mid-
thirties, blonde hair that was always kept in a tight
bun on the back of her head. She was about a size
10, about five-feet six. She was like a shadow of
Miss Feldstein though. If you asked to for help
finding a specific book she said very little as she
looked up where the book was kept, and let the
student to where it was located.
The first day of my second semester was as
hectic as any first day. We seem to all have our
preferred desk locations but had to adjust if another
student got there first. We greeted old friends, and
got to meet new students. I had a book bag full of
class books by the time I got to the library for the
sixth period.
As soon as I placed my book bag behind the
counter Miss Feldstein made the formal introduction
to her assistant, Miss O'Bryan. There was a little
tension on her face, as if she resented my intrusion
into their private domain.
Miss Feldstein started introducing me to the
Dewey Decimal system of cataloging books by the
library of congress. I had some knowledge of the
system, but she had much more knowledge of the
system. My job was to take the returned books and
books left on tables and put them on a wheeled cart
to return them to the shelves.
Most students were thinking about escaping
school by the fifth period, so there were not a lot of
students visiting the library during the sixth period.
We had the library in order well before the last bell.
We had plenty of time to talk.
I knew that school board had a lot of books they
deemed inappropriate for high school students, but I
wondered if there were ways I could get to read
them. After Miss O'Bryan made her exit I asked
Miss Feldstein if there was any way I could get to
read some of the band books. She still had that smile
on her face as she asked me what books I had in
mind. I knew the names of a few books that were
reputed to have plenty of lesbian sex I them. When
I gave her the title of one such book, she smiled at
me.
"I shouldn't admit that I have several such books
hidden in the basement, with the periodicals. She led
me down the stairs after turning the lights in the
basement. She led me to the back of the basement
where there was shelves filled with books with plain
brown paper covers on the books. All that was visible
on the spine was the library of Congress numbers.
She reached for one particular book and handed it to
me. When I opened it and read the title it was the
very book I had asked about. Ass I started reading
the book I quickly came to the graphic description of
sex between a girl and an older woman.
Miss Feldstein led me to a pile of bound
newspapers, and let me sit in them while I read.
While I was engrossed in reading the descriptions of
a very young girl being seduced by an older woman,
Miss Feldstein started feeling me up like the woman
was doing in the story. I simple turned my head and
kissed her on the mouth. That was all of the
encouraging she needed. She started undressing me
and she started sucking my tits and pussy right there
on the stacks.
Miss O'Brian was jealous, but the next day after
we locked the door Miss Feldstein escorted the two
of us down to the basement. While I started reading
out loud the book she selected for me. The two of
them started undressing me. While read the story
laying on the stacks, the two women ate my pussy and
cucked my tits.
I became committed to getting a doctorate in
library science. During the rest of my high school
years I had images of seducing young girls the rest
of my life.
During Ashley and my senior year of high school,
our school had a female exchange student from
Denmark. She was an attractive dark haired girl
named Isabella. We met her at a party, and got an
opportunity sit down and talk to her. She told us
that she found it very amusing just how Victorian
Americans are. She told us that Europeans are far
more liberal about sex. We had to hear more about
the subject, so we made a date with her to get
together to talk about Europe.
We invited her to have dinner at our house.
When we introduced her to our mothers she quickly
caught on that we were in an incestual lesbian
relationship. She told us that she had her first
sexual relationship with a girl when she was ten-
years-old, and she admitted that the first time she
had sex with a boy was when she was twelve-years-
old. She confessed that she preferred having sex
with females. The four of us were all too willing to
bring her into our little family group.
Isabella became a frequent visitor. After the
sex Isabella regaled us with stories about what it was
like in Europe. The subject of us joining her on a
walking tour of Europe became a frequent topic of
conversation. Our mother's couldn't afford to take
time off from work to go walking around Europe. It
was such an attractive idea that Ashley and I were
excited about taking the trip. We planned it out with
Isabella down to every detail. We went to a big
sporting goods store and bought everything we
figured we would need. Sturdy hiking boots, suitable
socks, lightweight underwear designed to wick sweat
away and dry quickly and appropriate clothing for
outdoor use. We also bought interior framed back
packs, plastic water bottles, ground clothes,
lightweight sleeping bags, and a clever 'Iinsolite pad'
to sleep on. We bought a lot of other items we would
need. Of course we packed a nice wrinkle free
dresses, stockings, and heels for those occasions we
would need them. . We had to get passports too.
Isabella talked it over with her parents, and she
mailed home everything she wouldn't need. Within a
few days after graduation our parents saw us off at
the airport.
We landed in London and transferred to another
plane for Denmark. Isabela's parents greeted us. We
had a couple of days to get to know her family before
we started on our trek. Isabella introduced us to the
woman that had introduced her to lesbian sex when
she was 10-years-old. She was a 48-year-old woman
now, and with age her figure had blossomed.
She had a 26-nch waist and a36-C sized figure in
her youth, but she had become a 36-inch waist and
38-G sized breasts. She was thrilled to meet two
American girls. She couldn't get over the fact that
we shaved all pubic hair and our legs regularly, as well
as bathing every day. Apparently European's don't
shower that often. (Ashley and found that out
ridding on public transportation. No amount of
perfume could cover up the odor of sweaty
underarms.) She commented that our pussies looked
like Isabella's pussy when she was 10-yrears-old, and
it was like eating the pussy of a young girl again.
After a day of unbridled sex with her, we told her
about our sightseeing trip.
Our plan was to sleep outdoors, weather
permitting, and staying in youth hostels when it
rained. Isabela showed us around Denmark before we
headed to Hamburg and Berlin were our next stops,
before turning west for Belgium
We had to visit Berlin of course. It was
unbelievable the thing people did to flee East German
during the cold war. From there we headed for
Frankfurt and Wolfsburg because we wanted to see
the Volkswagen and Porsha plants. While hiking
across country we did sleep outdoors most of the
time. One time we were passing the property of a
dairy farm, and met the daughter of the owner.
She was an interesting young woman. She was a
very busty blonde. I would guess that she was at
least a 44-G sized woman. She showed and interest
the three of us back packing across country. We told
her we were headed for Brussels on our way to
Parris, and asked her if it would be safe to sleep in
the forest down the road. She suggested that it
would be a lot more comfortable sleeping in her hay
loft. We were thrilled at the offer, and even asked
if we could wash out gamy clothes. She offered to
wash them in her washing machine for us.
She showed us where we could set up camp for
the evening. While we dug out our plastic bags of
dirty clothes she watched intently. She even offered
to wash what we had on, and told us that there was a
basin outside the barn that we were welcome to bath
in while she washed our clothes, so we laughingly
stripped off all of our clothes and stuffed them in
our dirty clothes bags. The young woman showed an
interest in our bodies. She even commented that she
had heard that American women bathed every day,
and shaved there pubic hair and legs too.
She gathered up our dirty clothes bags and
headed for the farm house to wash our clothes while
we set about making our beds on the loose hay in the
loft. We were jubilantly playing in the nude as we
made our way back down the hay barn to find the
basin she had mentioned. It was located on bricks,
and there was a place in the sun that we would be
able to dry off on the clean surface. Our pleasure in
getting to bath was keeping us in a jubilant mood. We
didn't even mind the cold water. Isabella even joined
Ashely and me shaving our legs and pubic hair.
We were back up in the loft when the young
woman called up for help bringing up our clothes and
something to eat. She had not only washed, dried and
folded our clothes she had brought along bread,
cheese and a container of cold fresh whole milk.
We were still naked and in a playful mood. Our
hostess even joined us in by removing her clothes.
We sat around a bale of hay cross legged while we
consumed the bread, cheese and cold milk.
Our hostess joined us in and riotous evening of
sex on the bales of hay. She was a very oral girl, she
took great pains in performing oral sex on our
assholes as well as eating out pussies.
The beer in Germany was great, but the food was
not that good, so we headed for the Netherlands
(Holland). We had a great time in Holland. We
headed directly Amsterdam to visit visited the home
of An Frank, and the red light district (prostitution is
legal in Holland). We were amused to see attractive
naked women performing in the windows of store
fronts of houses of prostitution. One young woman
caught on that Ashley and me were Americans, and
just had to get us in the house to flirt with us. I
must say she taught the three of us a lot of cleaver
tricks to please women with. We even found is a hoot
to openly smoke marihuana in coffee houses there.
From Holland we headed for Belgium on our way to
Paris. Isabella had been to Paris many times, so she
showed us all of the sights, and knew some girls there
that more than made the sex worth the tip.
When we got home we had so many stories to tell
our mother's
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