Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 19:26:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Girl (Lesbian/Beginnings,/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/gF)

Warning:

Beginnings, Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/gF

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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                   Another Bad Girl
                          By
                         Jan

      I have to admit that I was always a bad girl, and
was always attracted to bad girls.  I was always
getting in trouble with my parents for doing bad
things with every girl I got my hands on.

      The spankings only made me more determined to
hide my activities from them, and couldn't get away
from them soon enough, because they belonged to an
evangelical fundamental religious group that wanted
women to dress plainly.  By that, they wanted women
to keep their hair up in tight braided buns on top of
their heads, no makeup on, modest dresses with long
sleeves, high necklines, long hemlines, and practical
shoes.  I thought they looked like the wives of those
bigamist Mormons.  I resented the way they wanted
me to dress, and for all their pious talk about loving
their neighbors, but in truth they never had a kind
word for anyone.  They expressed contempt for all
minorities.  Even those people they thought were
righteous people, but were also referred to with the
caveat that included a bias raciest or religious
remark.  The whole congregation couldn't even
recognize their own hypocrisy.  All I could do was
rebel in little ways.

      For instance, I will never forget my first period.
I woke up four months and three days after my
eleventh birthday to find drying blood on the inside
of my thighs and traces of blood on my nightgown.  I
panicked thinking something was wrong, and went
running to my mother for help.  My mother laid the
guilt trip on me, by telling me that it was GOD's
punishment for Eve committing the first sin by eating
the forbidden fruit, and enticing Adam to eat the
fruit too.  All women are cursed with having to endure
bloody discharge 14 times a year as a reminder of out
guilt.  She preached to me that from now on any sex
with males would lead to be giving birth to a child.  It
disturbed me so much that I was even more
withdrawn than ever.

      A friend of mine at school recognized my
withdrawn behavior, and tried to comfort me.  I
eventually asked her if she had the woman's curse,
and when she figured out what I was talking about us
having periods.  She assured me that she had started
too, but she added that her mother could explain it
better.  Her mother showed me medical illustrations
of the female reproductive organs, while she told me
about the reproductive process.  She assured me
that it was not a curse, and it was a natural process
of maturing into a woman.  She assured me that sex
was not a sin.  In fact it was very enjoyable.

      That was the final disillusionment of my respect
for my parents, and my mother particularly.  I made
friends at school with girls that felt sorry for me for
the old fashioned way my parents made me dress, and
would allow me to go to their home and change into
some of their clothes before going to school.  I would
change back into my own clothes before returning
home.

      If I confronted my parents by pointing out their
hypocrisy I got my face slapped, and forced to
confess my sins at the next prayer meeting.  My
further rebellious act was to start smoking behind
their backs.  Of course both of them smoked at least
a pack of cigarettes a day, but they deemed it
inappropriate for a girl my age to smoke.  I was
punished severely when they smelled the smoke on my
clothes and breath.  That led to me hanging out with
a group of girls my parents would never approve of.

      The girls I started hanging out would be deemed
disciples of the devil by my parents.  They were even
outcasts from the other boy hungry girl at school.
They were the ones hanging out around the town's
little run down park.

      They dressed in odd assortment of clothes,
mostly in black.  Lord knows how they managed to get
tattooed so young, or how their parents put up with
them coloring their hair with such strange colors.  As
a group they were known as "Punkers or Goths.  The
leader of the group, was named Stacie, and was a
stocky girl with a face that only needed traces of a
beard to complete the look of a man.

      Stacie found me amusing and took me under her
wing.  While in the park one afternoon she was
standing behind me talking to me, when she kissed me
on the neck and pulled up the front of my dress and
started stuffing her hand down the front of my
underpants I was wearing.  She started stroking my
pussy.  I knew my parents would deem her activity as
wickedly wrong, and I was going to hell, but it felt
good, and I was out to defy my parents to the max.

      In total defiance of them, I invited Stacie to
come home with me.  My parents were at a loose for
words when I introduced the teenager, dressed in a
black leather motorcycle jacket, black leather pants
looked and smelled like she had lived in them for
months.  Her hair was cropped in a Mohawk that was
dyed purple.  Her head had tattoos of a lightning-bolt
on either side of her head, and a spider web on the
side of her neck.

      The look on my parent's faces was priceless, when
I kissed Stacie on the mouth, and took hold of her
hand and placed it between my legs.  Their faces
turned blood red, when I actually humped her hand
and forearm.  My father could barely contain himself
as he screamed for me to get my sinful body out of
their house, and never darken their door again.

      My mother broke down sobbing as she followed
me to my room, and helped me put my belongings in a
bag.  I didn't pack much, because I had no intention
of wearing any of the dresses they had forced me to
wear.

      Even Stacie was shocked by the way I had
behaved.  She didn't have much to say as we exited
my home for the last time.  There was nothing for
her to do but take me home to meet her mother.

      Stacie's mother was a full figured woman with a
wide face and jowls of a 40 plus year-old, hard
working woman, named Wilma.  At least she welcomed
me into her home, with the promise that I would be
like a daughter to her.  Those words turned out to be
prophetic.

      Stacie took me to her bedroom and made space
for my clothes.  She announced that we had time to
get to know each other better before dinner.  I
didn't understand what she was alluding to, but she
began to remove her clothes.  I sat on the side of her
bed watching, as she removed boots and leathers.
While she removed her underwear, I studied the
tattoos on her body.  She had a colorful portrayal of
a pretty girl with long dark hair on the side if her
thigh.  When I asked about that tattoo, she told me
that was the first woman that had fucked her.  I
wanted to ask her more about the woman, but was
distracted by the rest of her body.

      While she had been removing her T-shirt I had
noticed that she had dark hairy armpits, and her
vulva was also covered with an abundant amount of
dark pubic hair.  Her breasts were heavy with almost
brown large areolas and plump nipples.  She had thick
thighs, and the inner thighs were discolored from
constant friction.  When she was totally naked, she
pulled me to my feet and started to remove my
clothes.

      I was wearing one of those granny dresses my
mother insisted on making me wear.  I was also
wearing a full slip without a brassiere granny panties,
and comfortable shoes with ankle nylons.  When she
had me completely naked she pushed me onto her
bed, and mounted me.

      I had never been naked with another person
before, and it was thrilling to have her face over
mine.  I could feel her breath on my face, and smell
the odor of tobacco on her breath, and the smell of
old leather all over her body.  I forgot all about her
foul breath, when she began kissed me with tongue.
She forced her knee between my legs, and started
rubbing her thigh against my pussy.  I just
surrendered to my sexual desire when the bedroom
door opened, and Wilma poked her head in.

      "Girls diner is ready!"  She closed the door
without so much as commenting on what we were
doing, as she closed the door behind her.

      I was mortified at the prospect of facing Wilma.
I was sure she would kick me out of her home.

      Stacie got off of me and took me by the hand,
and headed for the door.  I balked at the prospect of
exiting the bedroom in the nude.  She simply told me,
"Don't worry about it!  Mother will enjoy seeing us
naked!"

      Her statement came as such a surprise that I
didn't resist as she led me down the hall to the dining
room.  Wilma was as casual about our nudity as she
had been when she invited us to dinner.  She even
complemented me on what a pretty body I had.  I
couldn't even look at her, as I thanked her.  I could
hardly eat anything.  Stacie wasn't disturbed at all.
She ate her food quickly, because she wanted to get
back to her bedroom.

      When we were back in her bedroom she put me on
her bed and mounted me.  She rubbed my pussy and
played with my little tits.  She even ate my pussy.  It
thrilled me beyond belief.  Having experienced my
first orgasm I was thrilled at doing to her.

	As she rolled over and pulled me on top of her,
she pushed on my shoulders letting me know that she
wanted me to make love to her.  As my head reached
her tits I sucked on the right nipple with a tattoo
than made her areola the center of a flower.  The
side of her body was covered with a very colorful
floral display.  When she grew impatient for me to
get down to her crotch she pushed me down harder.

      She also had a stainless steel U bolt piercing her
belly button.  Below her belly button it wasn't much
farther before a tail of hair led to a thick patch of
dark pubic hair covered her vulva.  Sticking out of
the fold of her vagina was large clitoris that looked
like a little penis.  The folds of her labia minor were
also pierced with more steel bolts.  I wondered if it
would hurt her if I were to pull on them.  She assured
me that I could pull on them.  I stretched her labia
open and looked into her vagina all the way to her
cervix.  While I was looking at her cunt she peed in
my face.  Her crotch smelled strong of a musky odor,
and leather from her pants.  She didn't wear panties.
There was also the odor of her urine coating her
pubic hair.  I was debating about licking her pussy
when she grabbed two hands full of my hair and
pulled my face against her cunt.  There was nothing
to do but start licking her pussy.  She rubbed my
face roughly against her cunt until my face was raw
from her coarse pubic hair.  She cried out, "That's my
girl, your making me cum!"
.
      We slept naked with each other every night.  She
helped me select clothes at a War Surplus store that
had me dressing Gothic too.  She also had me making
love to her other girls too.

     One afternoon I was home alone with her mother,
and we were talking.  She asked me if I really like the
way Stacie treated me.  I assured her that I loved
her and would do anything to please her.
.
      Stacie's mother took me into her arms and kissed
me on the mouth, as she led me to her bedroom.  She
quickly had me out of my leather pants and black T-
shirt before she removed her own clothes.

      I was impressed with her body.  She had long
auburn hair and her breasts sagged appropriately for
a woman her age.  Her areolas were a rich looking
brown and her crotch was shaved, and the labia was a
grayish color.  The only tattoo on her body was the
red lips and tongue of the Rolling stones first tour.
She smoked too.  By that time I was openly smoking
too, so I didn't mind the smell of stale smoke clinging
to her body.  I sucked on her tits as long as she
wanted.  When she asked, I went down on her and ate
her pussy until she started telling me, "Oh... my
GAWD I'm cumming!"

      When she recovered she got on top of me and
sucked and chewed on my little tits until I was driven
to distraction, and begged her to eat my pussy.  She
surprised me by turning me over and pulling me to my
knees with my butt up in the air.  She ate my pussy
and tongue fucked my asshole until I was crying
through an orgasm.  When I recovered I thought it
was over, but she produced two big dildos.  She
fucked my pussy and asshole with them until I passed
out.

      From that day on whenever Stacie wanted to fuck
another girl I slept with her mother.  With the
passage of time I also got tattoos.  On one thigh was
Stacie's portrait and on the other thigh was her
mother with her long auburn hair flowing down my
thigh.  I was a willing sex slave to the two of them.



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