Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2011 16:52:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ava Seduced Me First (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/F)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young
girl and an older woman.  If this type of content
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                Ava Seduced Me First
                        By
                       Jan

	Sitting at my desk I can't help thinking about
my first introduction to sex.  I was just an innocent
girl of nine.  My parents were not middle class at all,
because they both had to work hard just to make
ends meet.  I was never aware just how close
bankruptcy was always hanging over us.  One serious
illness would have been all that was needed to
destroy the financial stability of our family.

	We always lived in inexpensive neighborhoods.
I only invited children that lived in the neighborhood
to my house, because their families were just as
poor as my family.  I would have never invited any of
the girls that lived in the more affluent
neighborhood to my home, because I would have
been too embarrassed for them to see just how poor
we were.

	I hardly even noticed the drug dealers on the
corners, or the hookers walking the streets.  After
all most of them were not up when I went to school.
When I would come home from school, the drug
dealers would be on the corners, but they hardly
noticed me.  There were a few of them that
frightened me, because they would give me the eye,
and tell me that if I wanted they could hook me up
with men willing to pay big money for me to party
with them.

	There were those women walking the streets
with high heels, fishnet stockings, short skirts that
hardly covered their butts, and blouses so tight that
it looked like their breasts were going to spill out of
them any minute. I had some idea what they were
offering when they leaned in the windows of
passenger doors of cars stopping at the curb.

	My mother always warned me to be careful
about hanging out in the neighborhood after dark.
She told me to never talk to strangers, or accept
gifts from strangers.  Oh...she had some friends
that she trusted.  There were a few ladies she
played cards with regularly.  She trusted them
enough to allow them to babysit for me occasionally.
Most of them were close to my mother's age.  There
were a couple of them that were older.  They looked
like chubby little old granny types with gray hair.

	There was one woman, named Ava that my
mother didn't like.  She expressly told me to never
talk to her.  I wondered why she disliked her so
adamantly.  She seemed like a nice woman.  She was
about the same size and age as my mother.  The only
thing I could see was that she was a Mexican woman.
Just the same, she had beautiful black hair.  It was
very long, and it almost reached her waist.  I
thought the lighter colored streaks were natural.
She had that natural golden brown body.  Her eyes
were almost black, and very expressive.  She had a
nice figure, with large breasts.  She did favor tight
fitting clothes that showed off her figure.  I
thought she was very pretty.

	I had always done as my mother told me, so I
deliberately avoided talking to her.  I must have
appeared to be rude, the way I would not respond to
her simple hello greeting if we met each other on the
street.  It bothered me to see the hurt look in her
eyes.

	One evening when I was walking to the home of
a neighbor, Ava stopped me.  She knelt in front of
me and asked me, "What have I ever done to you
that caused you not to talk to me?"

	I was young enough to tell the truth, without
any pretext, "My mother told me not to talk to you!"

	It broke my heart, when I saw tears well up in
her eyes, and run down her cheeks.  I reached out
and wiped her face with my hands.  She took hold of
my hands, and kissed the palms of my hands.  When
she stood up she wiped her eyes, and invited me into
her home for a glass of chocolate milk.  I followed
her into her apartment.  It was like every other
place for several blocks.  There was a living room in
front with a kitchenette in back, with a small dining
area and stairs up to the second floor, where there
was a bedroom in front and a bathroom, and small
bedroom in back.

	Ava poured me a glass of milk and added
chocolate syrup, and stirred it until it was
thoroughly mixed.  She poured herself a cup of
coffee, and added a little stuff called Amaretto to
her coffee cup, before joining me at the small
dinette table.  While we were drinking, I asked her
why my mother didn't like her.

	Ava gave me a sad smile, "Your mother and I
used to be 'BEST FRZIENDS' until she saw me with
a woman she didn't like.

	(I had no idea that she was implying anything
more than just friendship.  I did identify my own
jealousy over seeing one of my best friends chatting
with a girl we didn't like though.)

	I did ask, "Why can't you explain what
happened to my mom?"

	Ava smiled, "Your mother won't let me talk to
her."

	I found her to be a very nice woman, and felt
sorry that my mother wouldn't make up with her.
When I finished my chocolate milk, I excused myself
to go home.  Ava followed me to the door, and kissed
me on the mouth before I left.  I was not shocked
about her kissing me on the mouth.  I had no idea of
the sexual implications.

	I wanted to ask my mother why she wouldn't
talk to Ava, but knew that she would be upset with
me, for talking to Ava.  I was smart enough to keep
my mouth shut, about talking to Ava.  That didn't
stop me from wanting to know her better.  She may
have been as old as my mother, and at my age I
thought Mom was old.  Even though Ava was as old
as my mother, I thought she was a very pretty
looking woman.

	The next time I was on her block, and saw her
I approached her and said, "Hello!"

	Ava was thrilled that I had greeted her.  She
hugged me, and invited me into her home.  We sat in
the living room and talked.  She was sitting in her
favorite chair, and I sat on the couch facing her.
She asked me what grade I was in, and I told her
third grade.  She wanted to know how I was doing in
school, and about my friends.  I was about to say
that I had to go home, when she asked me to come
to her.  She picked me up, and sat me on her lap.
She kissed me a lot more than just a simple goodbye.
She walked me to the door, and invited me to come
back soon.

	With each subsequent visit to her house, I felt
more comfortable talking to her.  She also wanted
me to sit on her lap, and cuddle with her.  She even
shared her Amaretto flavored coffee with me.  It
gave the coffee a nutty flavor, and a wine taste that
was sweet.  I did like the taste.  While we talked,
she rested her hand on my thigh, and stroked it.  It
gave me a strange tingly feeling between my legs.
One afternoon her hand actually rested on top of my
skirt right over my crotch.  It felt nice.  I liked the
feeling of her stroking fingers.  It was inducing a
strange feeling down there, that actually made my
panties wet.

	My mother had always warned me not to let
anyone touch me on my private places, but this felt
too good to tell Ava that she shouldn't touch me
there.  Then she kissed me on the mouth, and her
tongue pried my lips open, and she stuck her tongue
into my mouth.  I felt her tongue rubbing the roof
of my mouth, and kind of fight with my tongue.  She
even sucked on my tongue.  When she sent me home
I felt a little light headed, as I walked home.  I
struggled with my mother's admonition causing some
guilt feelings, and the pleasure that Ava had induced
in me.  The forbidden aspect made it all the more
thrilling.

	The next time I made a visit to her house, Ava
asked me if I would do something for her.  I assured
her that I would do anything I could for her.  She
had on a simple print dress, with a low gut swooping
top.  Those big round orbs looked like they were
going to spill out at any moment.  Ava reached her
right hand inside the top of her dress, and cupped
her hand under her left breast, and pulled it out of
her dress.  Then she used her left hand to take out
her right tit.  Her dress held up and squeezed her
breasts together, making them look even larger than
they really were.  She placed one of my hands right
on top of her right tit, and asked me to feel it.

	It felt like my heart stopped beating, and I
had a lump in my throat.  Her breast felt soft under
my hand.  The areolas were large, and capped by
nipples as large as Concord grapes.  Her areolas and
nipples had a smoky dark brown look about them.
When she placed her hand on the back of my neck,
and pulled my head towards her, I could not resist
taking the nipple into my mouth, and sucking on it
like a baby.  My nose was filled with the smell of her
perfume.  I looked up at her big expressive eyes.
Her expression was pure lust.  I placed my hand on
the other tit.  I sucked on one, while playing with the
other nipple.  While I was doing that, Ava was
starting to rub my little pussy.

	I felt her pulling up my skirt, to get at my
panties.  I had on simple cheap rayon panties that
had very little elasticity left in the legs or waist.
They were held up more by the fact that they were
old panties, and were tight on me.  When she started
rubbing the crotch of my panties, they were not only
warm, they were moist.  When I felt her fingers slip
under the leg of the panties and touch my little nub
of a clitoris, it felt like an electrical shock that
made me feel like I peed.  It felt like I had sucked
on her nipples for a long time.  The feeling she was
inducing by rubbing my clit was driving me crazy.  In
reality it had only been about 30 minutes.

	She eventually pulled her fingers out from
under my panties.  I was a little unstable when she
stood me upon my feet.  She smiled at me, while she
smelled her fingers, and sucked the moisture off of
them.  She walked me to the door, and kissed me as
she said, "I hope you enjoyed the game we played."

	I felt a cool breeze on my wet panties, as I
walked home.  My mind was racing as I thought
about what had just taken place.  I did enjoy what
Ava had done to me.  When I got home my mother
gave me a strange look.

	"Honey, are you feeling alright?  You look like
you are running a fever!"

	I assure her that I was feeling just fine.  It
never occurred to me that Ava's perfume was strong
on my body and clothes.  My mother gave me a
suspicious look, but didn't press me for answers.  It
was not until later that night while I was taking my
clothes off while getting ready for bed, that I
realized just how strong the smell of Ava's perfume
was on my clothes.

	While I was soaking in the bathtub I made a
mental note to always carry a bottle of my own
perfume with me from now on.  It was better that I
smell of my honeysuckle toilet water than to smell of
Ava's strong perfume.

	My parents were planning an evening of
partying with friends, and made arrangements for
me to spend the night with one of her friends.
When Friday night came, I convinced the woman
that I had made arrangements to spend the night at
the home of one of one of my girlfriends.  That way
I was able to take my nightgown and toothbrush in a
paper bag, to Ava's home.

	Ava greeted me with a warm hug and a sweet
kiss.  We had a great evening playing with each
other's bodies until bedtime.  When we went upstairs
to her bedroom was the first time I had ever seen
her totally naked.  She had a small waist and wide
hips.  Her legs seemed so long to me.  She made a big
show of rolling down her self-supporting nylons.
When she removed her tight little panties, I got my
first look at her pussy.  She did have straight black
pubic hair on her vulva.  Visible through the pubic
hair was her pussy.  Her labia looked like rubbery
cauliflower in the same smoky brown color as her
areolas and nipples.  There was just something very
erotic about the way her pussy looked.  When she
stood up to step out of her panties, she turned her
back to me for a moment.  As she bent over I got a
good look at her asshole and pussy from behind.  Her
puckered asshole had that same smoky brown look
about it.  There were also some straight black hairs
ringing her asshole.  The way her thighs had her
vulva wedged between them made her pussy look like
an upside down exclamation mark to me, with her
asshole replacing the dot.

	Ava sat on the side of the bed, and had me
stand between her legs, while she undressed me.  I
was envious of her figure, and felt a little more than
inadequate compared to her.  I didn't resist as she
placed me in the middle of the bed.  It was so
thrilling the way Ava covered my body like a blanket.
I loved the smell of her body.  Her hair cascaded
around my head, and rested on the pillow.  She was
kissing my face, and sticking her tongue into my
mouth, while she was resting her big soft breasts on
top of me.  She was so much taller than me that it
was her belly resting on top of my little pussy.
Every move of her body made me tingle down there.
Ava gave my body a tongue bath, on her way down
my body to my pussy.  She covered my little pubic
area with her mouth, while her tongue sought out my
little pea sized clit.  She used her tongue to probe
my vagina and test my hymen.  She even lifted my
butt off of the bed with her hands, so that she
could lick my asshole.  She kept working on my pussy
until I felt like I was going crazy.  At one point when
I was trying to beg her to stop, she actually stuck a
finger up my ass.  It was like something broke.  I
went limp and blacked out.  When I came to, my
body was quivering uncontrollably.  It frightened me.
I thought something was wrong.  I begged Ava to
tell me what had happened to me.

	Ava moved back up my body and rested on top
of me, and kissed me on the mouth.  "Honey, you just
had a climax.  Most girls don't have a climax until
they are a couple of years older than you.  From now
on you will get to enjoy sex much more than most
girls your age."

	I felt the flush of pride that I was getting to
enjoy something older girls do.  After a moment I
felt an overwhelming desire to find out if I could do
the same thing for Ava.  I had tasted my own pussy
juices all over Ava's face.  Would hers taste
anything like mine?

	I started kissing and licking her face.  I pushed
on her shoulders to get her to roll off of me.  She
did just as I wanted, and I rolled over on top of her.
While kissing her I forced my right leg between her
legs, and pressed my thigh against her pussy.  While
I continued kissing her, I placed my hands on her
tits and played with her nipples.  I slowly worked my
way down her body, so that I could suck on her
nipples for a long time.  As I crept down her body,
no part of my body was touching her pussy.  I
smelled her pussy.  I can't even relate it to any other
odor I had smelled, but I will never forget what it
smelled like.  I have measured every woman after
that, by her smell.  When I started licking her pussy
a couple of hairs either broke off or were pulled out.
They got caught on the back of my tongue.  It was
all I could do to cough them up, and pluck them out
of my mouth with my fingers.

	Ava apologized and promised that she would
shave later, just for me.  When I parted her labia I
saw that the skin underneath looked like raw meat.
I saw her gray clit protruding from underneath her
labia that formed a hood over it.  Her pussy was
gaping open and I could see her urethra.  When I
touched it with the tip of my finger, it actually slid
into her.  Ava moaned.  I thought I had hurt her,
and started to pull my finger out of her.  Ava
grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled my hand tightly
against her pussy.  When I started sucking on her
clit she started singing my praises.  I eventually
pulled my finger out of her and sought out her
asshole.  When one finger went in easily I added a
second, third, fourth.

	I wondered if I could actually put my mouth on
her asshole and tongue fuck her the way she had
done to me.  I could not resist finding out if I could
do that to her.  When I moved down where I could
stick my tongue into her asshole, my nose was right
in her pussy.  The slimy mucus in her pussy was going
up my nose.  I thought I was going to suffocate
before she was going to cum.  At that point I felt
like that would be worth it to please her.  Then Ava
started slapping my ears with her thighs and she
grabbed two hands full of my hair, and started
grinding my face into her crotch as hard as she
could.  Without warning she let out a sigh, and her
legs sprawled out on the bed, and her arms went
limp.  If it were not for the raspy breathing, I would
have thought she had passed away.

	She pulled me up her body and kissed me very
passionately.  My face was covered with her pussy
juice.  She licked my face clean, and whispered that
I had given her one of the best climaxes of her life.
I felt a flush of pride in myself for having pleased
the woman I had fallen in love with.  I would do
anything to please her.  We masturbated each other
slowly until we were ready to suck pussy again.

	Ava admitted that she had fucked many men
but none of them ever pleased her as much as I had.
I really got jealous when she talked about other men
and women she had fucked.  I didn't want to hear
about that stuff.  Ava assured me that someday she
would deflower me, but for now she loved that I was
still a virgin.

	In the morning Ava got a pan full of warm
water, a towel and what she needed to shave herself.
She let me watch her use scissors to trim her pubic
hair pretty close, before she applied a soapy lather
all over her pussy.  Then she used her 'Lady Schick'
to shave her pussy.  She just left a little arrowhead
of short hairs pointing towards her pussy.  She
jokingly said, "That's in case you forget where your
tongue belongs!"

	We eventually got dressed, and I prepared to
go home.  After we kissed good bye, I made sure to
use my toilet water to mask the smell of Ava before
going home.

	After that, I would head directly for Ava's
home after school every day.  I was addicted to sex
with her.  I thought about nothing else day and
night.  Masturbation was not enough anymore.  I
don't know what made me think I could do that every
day without something going wrong.

	Apparently one of my mother's friends, named
Bertha that lived close to Ava, saw me coming and
going.  She must have suspected what was going on.
She kept a close eye on the apartment until she
actually saw us kissing goodbye, and feeling each
other up at the door.

	The next day when I returned home from
school, Bertha had been visiting with my mother.
She must have told my mother what she had seen.
Bertha appeared to take pleasure in my discomfort,
when my mother confronted me about having been
seen coming out of Ava's home, when I was supposed
to have been spending the night at the home of one
of my girlfriends.

	I was not smart enough to come up with a
plausible excuse for befriending the woman that she
despised so much.  I was bawling like a baby, while
pleading with Mom that I was sorry.

	Mom was furious with me.  She spun me around
by the arm, and started spanking my butt with her
hand.  Bertha was grinning like a 'Cheshire Cat' at the
sight of me being punished.

	Mom's hand must have started hurting, because
she stopped spanking me.  She clung to my arm with
a vice like grip, as she sought out something to spank
me with.  She found a walking stick in the jug next
to the front door, where umbrellas were kept.  She
pulled me back into the living room where she sat in
her chair, and draped me over her thigh.  She flung
my skirt over my back, and ripped my panties down
the back of my legs, before really beating my ass
with that hardwood cane.

	Bertha was enjoying watching me writhing and
whining across my mother's lap.  I was in too much
pain to pay much attention to her grinning face.  I
hated her for telling on me.

	Mom started crying too.  She rested her hand
on the right orb of my butt, while she cried.  The
hand held the heat of the spanking in, and caused
even more pain.  I wiggled in my discomfort.  Mom
realized where her hand was.  She pulled my panties
back up over my red butt, and stood me on my feet.
She sent me to my room.

	I sprawled across my bed, bawling like a baby.
I hardly noticed the sound of the front door opening
and closing.  I was vaguely aware that the fat bitch
Bertha had left.  I was still sobbing, when Mom
opened my bedroom door.  When she sat on my bed
and placed her hand on my back I tried to shake it
off.

	Mom said in a soft tone, "Why have you been
seeing Ava?"

	I said, "She is a nice lady.  I enjoy talking to
her."

	Mom said, "You know that we do not get along!
What did she tell you about why we don't talk to
each other anymore?"

	"She told me that you caught her talking to
someone you didn't like."

	That seemed to placate her a little.  Her touch
was more relaxed.  Her voice was softer.

	I felt her fingers slip between the cheeks of
my ass.  I couldn't help feeling my pussy tingle.  I
couldn't believe that my mother was playing with my
asshole and wiping my pussy too.  She actually
diddled my clit until I climaxed.  That surprised her.
She didn't suspect that I was old enough to cum.
She picked me up, and hugged me while she covered
my wet face with kisses.  We made love to each
other most of the night.

	The next day when I got home from school,
and opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of
Ava and Mom standing there hugging each other.  I
burst out in tears as I rushed towards them to hug
and kiss the two women I loved.



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