Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 12:29:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Girl (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, g/FF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and two 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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                    Bad Girl
                       By
                      Jan

	My mother was a very religious woman.  She
belonged to the Foursquare Church.  She spent so
much time studying her bible and praying that my
father left her before I started school.

	I rebelled against being dragged to church
services at an early age.  My mother couldn't handle
my rebellious behavior.  I put us such a fuss while in
the church that I embarrassed her so much that she
left me home in the care of a neighbor woman.  I was
about six years old when I became aware of my own
sexual feelings.  One night I found that it was
pleasurable to rub myself between my legs.  I started
masturbating whenever I felt like it.

	Mother caught me playing with my pussy several
times and punished me for my self-abuse along with
lectures about the sin I was committing as she
quoted from the bible.  Her lectures fell on deaf
ears.  I felt that anything that felt that good was not
bad.  Pretty soon I was seeking out other girls that
had discovered their own bodies to share our feelings
about the pleasures of playing with our pussies.
When I found a neighbor girl my age that also
enjoyed playing with her pussy, it was a simple step to
play with each other's pussy.  That was even more
pleasurable, so anytime I was with her or any other
girl willing to play we masturbated each other.

	Of course Mother was suspicious of my
activities with my friends, and caught me with them
while we were finger fucking each other's pussies.
That always led to more punishment and being
forbidden to play with these girls.

	I ignored her at every opportunity.  By the age
of ten I had become friends with a 12-year-old girl
that was even more informed about sex than me.  She
was old enough to have 33-B sized tits and brown
pubic hair on her vulva.  She introduced me to oral
sex.  I found it very exciting to suck on her tits, but
when she taught me how to suck her pussy I couldn't
get enough sex.  Every girl I knew was introduced to
oral sex.  I got caught by my mother and the mothers
of the other girls.  My mother eventually gave up
trying to change my behavior and sought out the help
of a woman that was a leader within the church.
Apparently the woman convinced my mother to place
me in her hands completely.

	One afternoon Mother came home and
announced that she was putting me in the hands of
Sister Nancy from the church.  She helped me pack a
suitcase with my clothes, and drove me to the home
of the representative of the church.  When the
woman opened the door, she announced, "Sister
Nancy, this is my daughter Linda.  I cannot abide by
her sexual activity or stop her from committing sin
with every girl she knows.  Please take charge of her,
and I hope you can correct her ways."

	I was frightened by the woman standing before
me.  She was at least six feet tall without heels.  She
was dressed in a dark conservative business suit.  The
only jewelry adorning her was a gold cross on the left
lapel of her suit.  Her light blonde hair was cut rather
short with soft curls.  She was clutching an old worn
bible in her hand as she extended her right hand to
shake my hand.  She had a firm grip that let me know
that she was much stronger than me.

	Mother dabbed at her eyes with a little lace
handkerchief as she kissed my cheek before rushing
back to her car.  I was left standing there watching
her car rush out of sight.

	Sister Nancy informed me that to ensure that I
couldn't rush home anytime I wanted, I was going to
be transferred to the central church and college in
California.  I was put on a bus under the supervision
of another minister returning to the home office.  It
took three days for the bus to get to Los Angeles,
where we were picked up by a car that took us to the
church located at the north end of Echo Lake, just a
short distance from Glendale Boulevard and Sunset
Boulevard.

	Everything was strange and a little frightening
to me.  I was still in primary school, but I was to learn
that I would be home schooled by the woman I was
going to be living with.  The Church is located on the
northeast corner of Glendale Blvd. and Park Ave.  The
college parallels Glendale Blvd.  The leadership of the
church has their offices and homes on the next block
to the east, but I was placed in the hands of one of
the administrative leaders of the church that had a
home not far away in an area known as Silver Lake.
Her name was Ms. Amy, after the founder of the
church, Amy Simple McPherson.

	This woman was also a tall intimidating woman
with a full figure.  I found her to be a little strange
because unlike the conservative church members
dressed like back home, she reminded me of the 1951
movie 'Sunset Boulevard' with Gloria Swanson and
William Holden.  Gloria was playing the part of an
aging silent era movie star that dressed like the
twenties stars and had broken with reality, and
thought she was still attractive to young men.

	Her home must have been built during the silent
movie era.  It had been updated with a more modern
kitchen and bathrooms though.  It was white stucco
with red tile roof and arched doors and windows.  It
was a California attempt to look like a Spanish villa.
The wood was so old that it looked almost black.  She
showed me to the bedroom that was going to be mine.
It was no more than 10 by 11 feet in size.  The room
was furnished with period appropriate bed and
dresser.  The room did not have a closet, so there
was a chifferobe matching the rest of the furniture.
The mirror was so old that it was dark with wrinkles
in the coating on the back of the mirror.  It didn't
take long to hang up what few items of clothing I
owned and put my under items in the dresser.  It was
going to take a while before I would feel comfortable
living in this home, and with this older woman.

	Amy did her best to befriend me though.  She
didn't force me to attend church or drag me around
the facility.  While she was working I had the run of
the house.  That allowed me to masturbate as much
as I wanted.  I was frightened to wander around the
community very much.  Slowly I learned that the area
had a large community of gay men.  At least they
didn't have any interest in young girls, although there
were plenty of creepy looking men on Sunset Blvd.
that scared the shit out of me.

	As I became accustomed to Amy I began to see
her a little differently.  She towered over me of
course.  She had bleached her hair for so many years
that her hair was thinning.  She had hidden behind
makeup for so long that the wrinkles were deeply
furrowed into her face, but she did have a pleasant
smile.  She thought she was dressing fashionably but
they were ages out of date.  Rather than looking like
a sex goddess she looked almost tragically comical.

	She didn't try to preach to me, but she did
insist that I keep up with my studies, and corrected
them when she got home.  Surprisingly she was a good
teacher.  Living with her of course there were times
when I saw her in various stages of undress.  Like
most, older women gravity had its way with her
figure, not that she had a bad figure.  It was just
that her breasts sagged and her lower belly was soft
and sagged too.  Her underarms were flabby as much
as her thighs.  I had only a few glimpses of her pussy,
but her pubic hair was thin and graying.  She was not
immodest, or anything like that, but there were times
I would catch her moving from the bathroom to her
bedroom with nothing but a small bath towel around
her body.

	Just when I began to feel comfortable with her,
but hungry for the embrace of a girl, she started a
conversation about sex over dinner.  She asked me,
"Is it true that your mother had you put in our care
because of your unnatural desire to have sex with
other girls?"

	Wishing to shock her, "YES, my mother kept
walking in on me while I was sucking pussy!"

	Amy was not shocked by my statement at all, all
she did was smile.  "At least you are not shy about
your desires!  Have you ever had sex with an older
woman?"

	Her question caused me to pause.  I had never
had sex with any girl older that fourteen before.  I
had admired some very attractive women and even
fantasied about having sex with them, but had never
looked upon a woman older than my grandmother.  Her
question forced me to consider the idea of having sex
with her.  The thought caused me to give her a
lecherous smile.

	She reached across the table and took hold of
my hand.  She assured me that if I wanted to have
fun with her that she was thrilled to teach me
everything she knew about sex!  Of course I told her
I was willing, after all it had been months since the
last time I tasted a pussy.  With that she stood up
and as she came around the table she pulled me to my
feet.  She led me down the hall to her bedroom.  I
had always been fascinated by her bedroom.

	Her bedroom looked like something out of an old
silent movie.  The bed was large with very elaborate
brass bedposts.  Her dresser had a large vanity
mirror that had very elaborate lighting around the
rim that allowed her to change the lighting from
bright daylight to dusky evening, and there were
wings allowing her to see the sides of her head.  In
addition the top of the dresser was covered with a
large variety of hair products, makeup items, and skin
moisturizers.  The room smelled of perfume and face
power.  She was not all that tidy, because clothing
items were scattered all over the place.  She even
had to toss some clothing items aside to clear the
bed, before she started helping me to remove my
clothes.

	I was so excited about the idea of having sex
with an adult woman that I was sweating like a
marathon runner.  I was anxious to get naked, so that
I could get a good look at Amy's naked body.

	When I was totally naked she placed me in the
middle of the bed, so that I could watch her perform
an impromptu striptease.  She unfastened the back
of her dress and pulled it off of her shoulders so
that she could pull the dress up and over her head.
She also had on a full slip that had a lace bodice
covering her bra.  When she pulled the slip over her
head she was standing there in her undergarments.

	She had on a lavender lace bra that matched
her lavender lace panties.  I couldn't help thinking
that she should have had a girdle on the way her
lower tummy sagged.  I was impressed with her
expensive self-supporting nylons, even if they were
darker than she should have been wearing.  She also
had on expensive high heels too.  I suspected that
she had been wearing high heels most of her life.

	When she reached behind her back to unfasten
her bra I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts.  The
bra supported her tits giving them the appearance of
a youthful woman.  When she pulled the bra from her
body her breasts sagged.  They reminded me of half
empty hot water bottles.  The way they sagged made
her areolas elongate in an egg shape.  Her nipples
were pretty large.  She lifted both of them up and
rubbed the underside of her breasts, as if to
massage the flesh that had been confined in the bra
cups, before she proceeded to pull down her panties.

	Her panties were the tight full kind, which
added to the support of her fanny.  As she exposed
her pussy to view, I got a good look at her graying
pubic hair.  After she stepped out of them, she
spread her legs and rubbed her pussy.  I was
impressed with the way her clitoris protruded beyond
her labia major, and the labia minor looked like
graying folds of cauliflower.  She placed a finger
right at the top of her clit and pressed inward
forcing her clitoris to tilt upwards.  She was actually
masturbating for my benefit.

	I approached her and clung to her hips while I
sucked on her nipples one at a time.  When she was
satisfied that I had sucked her nipples long enough,
she placed her hand on top of my head and pressed on
it to force me down to her pussy.

	I was thrilled at the idea of sucking on my first
adult pussy.  I had never sucked on a pussy with a clit
large enough for me to suck on it like it was a baby
bottle nipple.  Based on the nasty things she was
saying I was sure she was enjoying my efforts.  I
sucked on it, pulled it, stretching the skin to the
fullest, and shoved my nose hard against her pussy.
It took a long time I just assume that a jaded older
woman took longer to cum than a girl closer to my age
had taken to cum.  Eventually as Amy lay on the bed
her legs started quivering as if she had been
electrocuted, before she went limp and her whole
body relaxed.  She was breathing hard but her facial
expression was sublime.  I was drawn to her in a way
that a simple kiss could not convey.

	When Amy recovered she set about making love
to me.  She sucked on my budding breasts like a
starving animal.  While she sucked on my tits I ran my
fingers through her straw like hair in a loving manner.
I didn't have to let her know that I was ready for her
to suck my pussy.  She licked a wet trail down the
middle of my body on her way to my wet little pussy.

	I had grown enough pubic hair down there to
actually feel like I was almost a mature woman.  Amy
was an expert at making love to a pussy.  She would
bring me to the edge of cumming with her tongue and
mouth, only to stop all activity until the approaching
orgasm passed.  Then she would renew her efforts to
bring me to the edge again.  I was driven almost to
distraction.  When I tried to force her head tightly
against my pussy to finally cum she resisted, but I
managed to press her nose against my cunt long
enough to cum and actually fill her nose with my
juices.  That was the start of our relationship.

	I would be home alone while she was at work.  I
would pamper my body in her cast iron bath tub, and
lounge around naked, playing with my breasts and
pussy until she would come home.  I was free to
indulge in any sexual fantasy I had.

	Amy would call me if she was bringing home
someone from the church, so that I could dress
appropriately, and behave like a proper young lady.

	One afternoon she called to tell me that she
was bringing home a friend.  That was not the way she
announced the coming of a member of the foursquare
church.  I asked what I should dress like, and Amy
chucked before saying her friend would appreciate
seeing me just as I was!

	I assumed that she was telling me to remain
naked, but I remained in my bedroom when they
arrived, just to be sure that was what she had meant.
When Amy called out for me to come and meet her
friend I cautiously approached the living room.  When
I poked my head in, I saw that the dark haired woman
had her back to me.  Amy was facing me.  I showed
enough of myself to let her know I was naked.

	Amy said, "Here she is, come in and let me
introduce you to my close friend!"

	As I entered the room the woman stood up and
turned to meet me.  She only smiled when she saw my
naked body.  She extended her hand in greeting as
she said, "Amy has been telling me what a lovely girl
you are, but she didn't do you justice!"

	As I took her hand she not only shook it, she
pulled me to her and hugged me.  My naked body was
pressed against her clothed body.  My nose was filled
with the smell of her perfume.  I admired her good
looks.  (I learned later that she was an Arminian.)
She had long straight black hair that was long enough
for her to sit on.  Whenever she sat down she
automatically pulled her hair around her shoulder
laying it in her lap.  Her face was very pretty, but
when she turned her head she had a nose that looked
like a parrot's beak.  Her skin was a golden brown, and
her full lips were a kissable red.  Her eyes looked
almost black.  I could tell that she had a very good
figure under her stylish clothes.  She bent down
enough to kiss me on my lips.  I almost cried when she
stuck her tongue into my mouth.

	When the kiss ended and she straightened up, I
regretted the end of the kiss.  Amy introduced her
as Vartni, a dear friend that had been a loving friend
for years.  I was enamored with this woman that must
have been in her forties.  She was a stunning woman
as old as my own mother.  Amy and I proceeded to
undress Vartni.  The more I saw of her body the
more I was sure that she was the most beautiful
woman I had ever seen.

	Her breasts were at least a 38-DD size that
didn't need a bra to support them.  The areolas and
nipples were perched right in front of her breasts
like bumper horns on the front of a late 1950's
Cadillac.  She obviously sunbathed in a bikini because
the tan lines showed that her tits had a lighter
colored triangle that barely covered her areolas.  She
only had a slight bulge on her lower belly.  When her
pubic hair was exposed it was straight and looked like
it had been combed towards her labia major.  The
triangle of pubic hair was accented by the lighter
tone of skin caused by the triangle of her bikini
bottom.  Her long legs looked strong.  They opted to
leave her nylons on because having them on was more
erotic than if she was completely naked.  At that
point Vartni and I turned our attention on Amy.

	We undressed her quickly.  Vartni was obviously
very familiar with Amy's naked body.  When everyone
was naked, there came the decision on where to
continue our machinations.  The living room had
hardwood floors with a Persian area rug on the floor.
It would be too hard to be comfortable to lie on for
long.  Amy insisted that we retire to her bedroom.  I
was in heaven while she ate my pussy, and I enjoyed
sucking on her brown pussy while Amy sat on her
face.  Vartni became a regular visitor.

	The two of them introduced me to the lesbian
world in Hollywood.  I was too young to visit
nightclubs but dinner clubs were acceptable.  Their
lady friends were jealous of them having a young girl
to play with.  If they asked me to dance with them I
was molested on the dance floor beyond belief.  My
education was not overlooked at all. I graduated from
high school at sixteen and was enrolled at the
University of California at Los Angeles (UCLA).  I had
my Bachelor's degree in three years, Masters in
another two, and PhD in another two years.  I never
returned home again, and I lived with Amy until
cancer claimed her.  Vartni and I have not only
remained friends we share a desire for teenage
pussy.




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