Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 17:32:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Bertha (oral, anal, fetish g/g, f/fF)

Warning:

Beginnings, oral, anal, fetish g/g, f/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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Big Bertha
By
Jan

	I can't tell my story without mentioning how I
came into this world.  My mother was a big woman, by
that I mean that she was a tall woman and carried a
lot of weight.  She was every bit of six-feet tall and
at least 200 pounds.  She foolishly married a little
asshole drunkard.  He was only five-feet five, and
weighed 130 pounds.  Being an alcoholic he couldn't
hold down a job, and he took it out on my mother.  He
physically abused her when he got drunk enough to
think he was better than her.  Eventually he went too
far and Mother hit in in the face with a number 6
cast iron skillet.  That knocked him out and broke his
nose.  When he woke up he was lying on the front
yard, with all of his belongings piled on top of him.

	He tried to force his way back into the house,
but Mother assured him that she would kill him if he
ever came around again.  He must have taken her
threat seriously, because we never heard from him
again.

	The only thing he managed to do for her is
produce me.  I heard that he had produced at least
three other babies, and they were all girls.  Maybe
his alcoholism was responsible for the reduction of
his male sperm.

	Like my mother I was a big girl.  At birth I was
22-inches long and all of 10.5 pounds.  From the day I
started school I was teased about my size.  I became
a loner.  I just didn't fit in with my classmates.  I was
not invited to birthday parties, so I developed a hard
shell to protect myself from the cruel names my
classmates called me.

	When I was a thirteen year old in junior high
school there was a new girl that moved into the
neighborhood.  She was a cute girl, named Kathy.  You
could say that she was a living kewpie doll.  She was a
small girl about half the size of girls our age.  She
was a natural platinum blonde with sky blue eyes, a
dusting of light freckles across her nose.  She was so
petite she looked like a first grader.  Normally a girl
like her would have been very popular with both the
girls and boys, but she was one of the students that
were identified as a slow learner.  She was singled
out to be among the students that were still
struggling with basic spelling and math.

	She was the one to approach me for friendship.
I was reluctant to befriend her, but eventually
became very protective of her.  Her family lived just
around the corner from our home, so we began to
visit each other a lot.  Both of our parents worked, so
we had at least three hours after school to ourselves
before our parents got home.  We spent the time
doing our homework and listening to music, but
eventually the subject of sex came up.

	I told her about my father and my strong
dislike for any male.  Kathy also expressed her
distrust of males, because her mother had dated a
number of unsavory males after her divorce from her
father.  More than one of them had molested her.
She told me all about what they had done to her.  I
found her descriptions of the way men had played
with her pussy very erotic.  She admitted that she
actually enjoyed the feelings these men induced in
her, even though she hated the way they threatened
her to keep her from telling on them.

	I asked her what it felt like to have them
playing with her pussy.  She offered to show me what
it felt like, so I agreed.  She pulled my panties aside
and started stroking my pussy with her fingers.  I
couldn't believe how thrilling it was to have her
stroking my pussy.  I could only express my feelings
by kissing her on the mouth.  The longer we kissed
the more passionately we kissed.  I asked her if it
was okay if I played with her pussy too.  Of course
she agreed, and even stood up long enough to remove
her panties.  It was exciting to see her little pussy.
Her vulva was covered with very fine blonde pubic
hair.  I stroked her little pussy it felt moist from her
pussy juice.  I couldn't resist smelling my fingers, and
tasting them.  It felt so good that we repeated
masturbating each other several times and then we
had to straighten up our clothes before her mother
got home from work.

	We made a practice of masturbating each other
after school for several days before I was drawn
down there so that I could smell her pussy, and even
started licking her pussy.  Kathy liked it so much that
she promised to do it to me.  Oral sex became a
regular daily practice for us.

	It was inevitable that sooner or later one of our
mothers would discover our sexual activity.  It just
happened to be Kathy's mother.  She turned out to be
surprisingly understanding about finding us engaged
in oral sex, and didn't go into a ranting tirade.  She
simply sat on the side of the bed, and told us that
she understood our exploration of our sexual desires.
She went on to explain that our sexual orientation
may change as we get older, but for the present she
would not object to our continued relationship.  With
that she patted both of our butts, and left us to
continue with our activities.

	We sat there for a while, and agreed about how
cool her mother was.  We didn't feel like continuing
our oral sex, because the interruption had taken the
edge off.  We got dressed and joined her mother in
the kitchen.  Nothing more was said about our
activities.  We did continue getting together almost
every day to have sex with each other.

	I had never been one to have fantasies about
changing into a beautiful woman, because I knew I
would never be the prettiest girl in the room.  I kept
my hair cropped into a short wedge simply because it
was easy to care for.  As I matured and body hair
became more pronounced, I didn't bother engaging in
the vanity of shaving my legs, crotch and underarms.

	While changing clothes in the girl's locker room
for physical education class the other girls noticed
how hairy my body was.  Some deliberately made rude
comments loud enough for me to hear.  Others simply
gave me contemptuous looks.

	One day as the locker room thinned out as the
girls changed back into their street clothes, Ms. Ray
approached me.  There were only a couple of other
girls in the locker room, and they were far enough
away that they couldn't over hear what the coach was
saying.

	Ms. Ray approached me while I was standing in
front of my locker, drying off after taking a shower.
I always wait until there are very few in the showers,
simply to avoid the contemptuous looks.  She said,
"Bertha, I have noticed that you and the other girls
don't get along, and I suspect it has something to do
with your disregard of social norms like shaving your
legs and underarms."

	I said, "I gave up trying to please people a long
time ago.  It was my misfortune to be born with a
body more suited for a Russian Shot putter than a
socialite."

	Ms. Ray smiled, "Teenagers can be cruel, but it
doesn't help to defy social norms!  For instance the
practice of removing body hair on your legs and
underarms might make you less of a pariah to your
classmates."

	I responded indignantly, "I have no intention of
trying to ingratiate myself to these people by trying
to make myself look like them.  As they like to say,
"You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear."

	Ms. Ray said, "You don't have to change yourself
to be civil to others.  Why not use your physical
attributes to improve yourself, and possibly gain the
respect of your classmates?"

	I was puzzled by the question, "What are you
talking about?"

	Ms. Ray said, "You are a large and strong young
lady!  Why don't you find a way to channel your
strengths towards something useful, basketball, or
another physical activity that uses your size to the
fullest of your abilities?"

	I wasn't particularly interested in basketball or
sports in general, but the fact that someone was
actually concerned about my wellbeing was enough for
me to want to please her.  By that time the locker
room was empty, except for the two of us.

	Ms. Ray said, "I personally have nothing against
hairy women, in fact I don't shave my bush.  That is
why none of the girls has ever seen me nude.  I
always have on white comfortable tennis shorts that
won't reveal just how hairy my crotch is, but I do
shave my legs and underarms."  To prove her point,
she pulled the legs of her white gym shorts and
panties aside to expose her pussy.

	She said, "Why don't we go to Starbucks or
Carl's Jr. as soon as we change clothes."

	She left the locker room to change clothes in
the coaching staff's dressing room without waiting
for a response.  When she returned to the locker
room, I was not there.  She assumed that I had no
interest in talking to her.

	She slowly made her exit from the gym, and
headed for the faculty parking lot.  As soon as she
rounded the building next to the lot she saw me
standing next to her car.  It was definitely against
school policy for faculty to be driving students home.
As she approached her car, she told me, "I can't be
seen driving you around town.  If you want to talk to
me, meet me at the Starbucks on Main Street."

	I shrugged my shoulders and started walking.
By the time I arrived at the Starbucks Ms. Ray was
already standing in line to be waited on.  When she
saw me enter the door, she motioned for me to join
her.  She asked me what I would like.

	I was not much of a coffee drinker, so I told
her to choose.  She ordered two latte grandees, and
she led me to one of the white plastic tables
outdoors as far away from the other tables as
possible.  We took a sip from our paper cups before
anything was said.

	She made an observation, "I have noticed that
you have one close friend on campus.  Are you having
a sexual relationship with Kathy?"

	"I'm not going to answer that question.  It is
none of your business!"

	Ms. Ray smiled, "You have answered my question.
I'm not going to bust your butt about your sexual
preference, because I am also a lesbian.  I just don't
go around advertising that I eat pussy.  As a rule I
don't flirt with any of my students, but I have a
feeling that you are someone I can trust."

	I had been defensive until she made that
declaration.  I also gave a second look at her.  I
thought she was a nice looking woman, until that
moment I had never dared to look at a teacher as a
sexual object.  Ms. Ray was at least 6-inches shorter
than me, she was physically strong though.  I knew
that she had played college tennis during her
collegiate days, and she kept herself in good physical
shape by working out with the tennis team or other
faculty members all of the time.  Having seen what
her pussy looked like, I wanted to find out if she was
just teasing me, or if she wanted to have sex with me.

	"I trust you too, but what are we going to do
about it?" I asked.

	Ms. Ray said, "I can't be seen driving you
around, but I live close by, if I give you my address
you can come by if you like.  We can discuss what we
like at our leisure."  With that said she wrote down
her address on a slip of paper and handed it to me.

	When we finished our coffee, she held my hand
and said, "I'll be looking forward to your visit."  She
dropped our paper cups in a trash can on her way to
her car.  I watched her drive away, before I read the
address again.

	I started walking towards the street she lived
on, and used my cell-phone to call my mother to tell
her that I was going to visit Kathy.  That would give
me plenty of time to get to know Ms. Ray better.

	It only took me a few minutes to reach her
house.  I was confident that because of my size none
of her neighbors would suspect just how young I was.
When I rang her doorbell she answered the door in
her normal gym shorts and V-neck jersey top and
tennis shoes.  As she invited me in, she hugged and
kissed me.  She was very proud of her athletic
achievements and showed me her trophies, along with
her home.  There was nothing in her home that would
suggest that she was a lesbian.  The framed
photographs were of family and friends.  I was
curious about who her lovers were, and asked her if I
knew any of her girlfriends.

	Ms. Ray sat me down on her living room couch
and told me, "It is not polite to kiss and tell.  I can
tell you that I have been seeing a faculty member at
the high school."

	"Who is it?

	"I won't tell, so don't ask anymore!" she said.

	I didn't press the issue, but I couldn't help
trying to figure out who she was.  Was there a
teacher that I had seen her with that might be her
girlfriend.  I can't say that I ever saw her in the
company of any teacher that looked like they were
more than discussing academic matters.  Of course
there were a few teachers that I found erotically
attractive.

	While I was in deep contemplation about her
love life, Ms. Ray placed her hand on my thigh.  As
her hand worked its way up my thigh, it brought me
back to the present.  We were sitting so close that
her thigh was pressed against mine.  I could feel the
heat of her flesh through my thin dress.  She had a
natural smell about her.  It was not a perfumed smell
at all, but it was a fresh smell of soap.  Because of
her constantly being outdoors she had a tan, and wore
her brunette hair in a ponytail for ease of care.  She
showered several times a day.

	When I placed my hand on her right breast I
discovered that she wore a spandex sports bra.  It
held her breasts firmly in place.

	Ms. Ray understood my desire to feel her
natural breasts, and pulled her top over her head.
Her sports bra was white so that the color didn't
show through her top.  When she crossed her arms in
front of her body and pulled the bra up, her breasts
spilled out from the bottom of the bra as she pulled
the bra up and over her head.  They were surprisingly
much larger than I had suspected.  They were soft
round melons with areolas that were about the size
of a silver dollar in a light pinkish-mauve color, and
her nipples were about the size of kidney beans.  I
couldn't get enough of kissing her lips, and sucking on
her breasts.  I wished that my own breasts were as
big as hers.  I spent a lot of time sucking on her
nipples.  I eventually remembered what her pussy
looked like. When I started smelling the pungent
aroma of her excited pussy,  I could tell Ms. Ray was
just as horny as I was.

	When she felt her pussy leaking her body fluids
to lubricate her vagina, she also smelled the aroma of
her own pussy.  She lifted her butt up off the couch
long enough to pull her gym shorts and panties down
below her knees then she bicycled her legs to kick
her garments free of her feet.  After she settled
back down on the couch, she turned her body so that
she could rest her back on the arm of the couch, and
bent her left leg to place it on the couch.  That
exposed her crotch to me.

	I must say she was not anywhere near as hairy
as me, but she did sport a thick bush on her vulva.  I
couldn't resist rubbing my nose in it to fill the orifice
of my nose with the aroma of musky female scent.
My mouth was watering as I lapped at her vagina,
until I was ready to take her clitoris into my mouth.
I sucked on her clit like it was a nipple on a breast,
with my nose buried in her pubic hair.  I didn't stop
until Ms. Ray went into an orgasmic fit.  She slapped
my ears with her thighs, and clung to my hair with
both hands.

	She slowly recovered, and had to take charge of
pleasing me.  She removed my blouse and bra, after
which she stroked my armpit hair and licked my
underarms.  While she was licking my pits she was
squeezing my tits almost painfully.  She was skilled at
sucking tits too.  I was getting so excited that my
pussy was sweating pussy juice profusely.  At some
point Ms. Ray had to remove the rest of my clothes
to get at my pussy.

	When she removed my skirt, shoes and socks
she stroked my hairy legs as she worked her way up
my legs towards my panty covered pussy.

	There were plenty of hairs growing down the
insides of my thighs.  The white panties didn't
prevent anyone from seeing the dark shadow of
compressed dark pubic hair, and there was a trail of
hair running from my navel down the center of my
body to spread out above the panty like.  When Ms.
Ray drew her finger down the line of hair she asked,
"What is this?"

	I simply told her, "That is my treasure trail.  It
leads to my wet treasure!"

	Ms. Ray smiled, as she ran her hand down the
front of my hip hugger panties.  She found my wet
labia minor and clit with her fingertips.  She jilled me
until I was soaking wet.  Eventually she removed my
panties and forced me to lie back against the
opposite armrest on the couch, so that she could eat
my pussy.  It was thrilling to look down at her head
and see her face completely covered below her nose
by my pubic hair.  Ms. Ray even introduced me to a
form of sex that I had never dreamed of doing.

	She licked my asshole, and told me it was called
rimming.  She made it feel so good that I never
wanted her to stop.  When I had so many orgasms
that I was exhausted, we clung to each other for a
long time.

	Ms. Ray sweetly suggested that I let her shave
my underarms and legs.  I couldn't resist her wish, so
I agreed.  She went to her bathroom and returned
with a basin filled with warm water, a couple of
towels, shaving cream and a safety razor.

	After having me sit on one towel she applied
lather on my underarms and shaved both pits clean.
Then applied plenty of lather to my legs and shaved
my legs right up to the junction of my legs and torso.
She deliberately left my treasure trail.  When she
was finished cleaning me up, she ate my pussy one
more time.

	I felt almost naked walking home with my legs
clean shaven.  The next time I visited Kathy she had
to comment on my lack of hair on my armpits and legs,
but added that it looked fine on me.

	It was several months later that I went to
Kathy's home to visit her, but when I arrived at her
house, her mother told me that Kathy was spending
the weekend with her grandparents.

	I was a little heartsick because I was horny for
some sex.  I thanked her, and turned to return home,
but her mother stopped me.

	"Bertha, why don't you come in and keep me
company?" she asked.

	I accepted, without a thought of anything but
visiting the mother of my best friend.

	She insisted on making me something to eat and
made a pitcher of lemonade.  We sat at the
kitchenette table while we ate, drank and talked.
She was asking me a lot of questions about what I did
and liked.  I had joined the girl's basketball team.
For the first time in my life my size was an asset.  I
was even getting some respect from my classmates.
There were very few of them accusing me of being a
lesbian, as if I gave a shit about what they thought.

	Kathy's mother reached across the narrow table
and placed her hand on top of mine, and said, "Why
don't you call me Anne?"

	I felt funny calling the mother of my best
friend by her first name, but I would do anything to
please her, after all she never made a fuss about us
having sex with each other even while she was in the
house.

	Anne continued stroking my hand, and
encouraged me to drink the lemonade, because she
didn't want it to go to waste.  I must have drunk
three 16-ounce glasses before my bladder let me
know I needed to relieve myself.  I asked to be
excused long enough to use the ladies room.  Anne led
me to the bathroom, but didn't leave as I hiked up my
skirt and pulled down my panties.

	It was embarrassing to me to have the woman
standing there while I sat down, but nature couldn't
be held any longer.  The noise of the golden liquid
splashing into the water of the porcelain bowl gave
proof that I was peeing.  To my astonishment Anne
approached me and placed her hand between my legs
and stuck her fingers into the flow of liquid.  When
the flow trickled to a stop, she stuck her finger right
up my pussy and jilled me.  Before long my legs were
jerking, and she kissed me on the mouth.

	She wiped my pussy for me, and pulled me to my
feet.  She led me to her bedroom without even
allowing me to pull my panties up.  They were still
down around my knees, effectively hobbling me, so
that my steps were only about six inches long.

	In her bedroom she unzipped the back pf my
dress and pulled the dress up and over my head.  I
had to lift my arms to allow her to pull the dress off
without ripping it.  That left me standing there with
my panties around my knees.

	Anne made me sit on her bed while she removed
my shoes and socks before she removed my panties.
She moved me to the middle of the bed.  As big as I
was, she moved me like I was a child.  She felt my
breasts very appreciatively.  When she saw my
treasure trail leading to my pubic bush, she said, "I
had no idea how hairy you were!"

	I made the simply observation, "You should have
seen me before I was shaved." I lifted my arm and
rubbed my smooth underarm, and ran a hand over my
shaved leg.

	Anne ran her fingers through my pubic hair She
seemed to be enjoying playing with my pubic hair, but
she eventually went down on me.  She ate my pussy
until I had a marvelous orgasm.  While I recovered
she cuddled me in her arms, and asked me if I would
spend the weekend with her.

	My heart was still pounding, and I was sweating
profusely.  I had to untangle my body from hers long
enough to retrieve my cell-phone.  I called home, and
pleadingly asked my mother if I could spend the
weekend with Kathy.  I deliberately did not say
anything about her mother.  My mother asked to
speak to her mother, so I simply handed her the
phone while resting on her tits.

	Anne assured my mother that I was welcome to
stay the weekend with her daughter.  Then she
closed the phone and handed it back to me, and
kissed me on the cheek.

	The rest of the weekend was a wondrous
excursion of sex.  Before it ended Anne pleaded with
me to not tell Kathy about our relationship.  I made
my way home before Kathy was due home.  My
relationship with her mother remained a secret for
many months.

	It was inevitable that no matter how hard we
tried to keep our love affair from Kathy, she
eventually found out.  She was hurt, and refused to
talk to me for months.  I eventually had to talk to her
about it.

	She had been avoiding me, but I arranged to
arrive at her home before she could get away.  Her
mother insisted that she stay long enough to talk to
me.  It took some persuasion to get her to accept
that I could love both of them.  She was reluctant to
share her mother with me, but with time I was able
to even have sex with Kathy, and after she was
satisfied, leave her bed for her mother's.  Anne
seemed to even enjoy the smell and taste of Kathy's
pussy all over my face and body.  I was also still
seeing Ms. Ray too.

	The relationships lasted throughout high school.
As the academic year was coming to an end I became
disturbed, because I was going to be leaving home to
attend college up state at the university, and I didn't
know anyone up there.

	One evening while I was lying in Ms. Ray's arms
after an evening of glorious sex I confessed my
regret that we wouldn't be close enough to enjoy sex
with each other, and I didn't know anyone up there
either.

	Ms. Ray was very understanding, she understood
that this was the first time I would be away from
home, and I was already experiencing some
homesickness.  She assured me that I would make
new friends at college.  In fact she even suggested
that she could make some inquiries among some
friends of hers, to see if she could find someone to
look after me while I was away at school.

	A few days later she gave me the name, and
phone number of a woman that happened to be the
head of the psychology department.


	I thought about it and decided to call the
number that night.  When a warm female voiced said
hello I introduced myself, and explained to Ms. Nina
Baxter that I was going to be a student at her
college next fall, and that a friend had given me her
number as a person I could trust.  This was going to
be the first time away from home and my close
women friends.

	She asked me who had given me her number and
I told her that it was my high school teacher Ms. Ray.
She paused for a moment, then she assured me that I
should look her up the first chance I got to come up
for a visit of the campus.

	As it turned out my mother and I had to go up
there for an orientation meeting if a couple of weeks.
I told her about the day my mother and I would be
there to see the campus.  She assured that she would
be looking for my call.

	Mother and I made the flight up to the campus
and were greeted by a volunteer to show the new
incoming students and their parents the campus.  We
were shown all of the different buildings housing
different disciplines, the library, cafeteria, student
store and lounge.  The guide even showed the student
housing and the Greek houses.  We were informed
that all incoming freshmen had to live in the student
dorms for the first year.

	During lunch I called Ms. Baxter and informed
her of the hotel where my mother and I were
spending the night.  As soon as she had me on the
phone she asked me where we were, and I told her we
were having lunch at the cafeteria.  She asked me
what I was wearing, so I gave her a god description
of what my mother and I were wearing.  She assured
me that she would be right there.

	I waited anxiously for her arrival.  I checked
out every woman that entered the cafeteria for her.
I had no idea what she would look like.  I dismissed
any girl that looked too young.  I was beginning to
think she wouldn't come soon enough to catch us
before the tour would begin again.  Just when I was
about to give up a woman about forty entered the
door.  She looked very professional.  She was wearing
a business suit.  The blue skirt was short enough to
expose her knees with a modest slit up the left thigh.
The jacket matched the skirt, and she was wearing a
silk scarf around her neck with the ends tucked into
the jacket.  The sound of her three inch heels
clicking on the tile floor as she approached our table
drew the attention of the group we were with.  She
recognized the two of us from my description from
among the group.

	She approached my mother and introduced
herself, "Hello, my name is Dr. Nina Baxter!," to my
mother, "and a close friend has called about Bertha
coming to our school, and suggested that I look after
me, and welcome you to our campus!  Let me finish
showing you around.".

	Mother took her outstretched hand and shook
it.  She told her our names, and thanked her for her
interest in helping me.

	Nina invited us to a tea party she was holding at
her residence that evening.  She did show us a lot
more about the school after lunch.  She was very
skilled at communicating with my mother and me.  She
learned a lot about both of us by our responses.  She
even drove us to our hotel and told us that she would
pick us up at 7:00pm, dress was causal, and so there
was no need to dress for a formal event.

	Mother and I showered and took our time
getting dressed.  Even though we were told that it
was a casual party, Mother selected a sexy black
sleeveless sheath that was tight enough to show off
her attributes.  She couldn't wear a bra, so all she
had on under the dress were hip hugger panties, self-
supporting dark nylons and black three inch pumps.
The only accessory she wore was a string of
freshwater pearls.  She brushed her hair out with
soft waves.  The only thing she carried in her clutch
was and ID, lipstick, credit cards, hotel access card
and some money.

	I wanted to look more mature than my age, so I
selected a dress more fitting for my mother than me.
I have always felt putting a sexy party dress on me is
like putting a tutu on a pig, but I did in an attempt to
make a good impression on my possible mentor.  Being
so damned tall always means that even long dresses
hardly cover my knees, so an average dress reveals
more thigh than I like.  I have to spend as much as
150 dollars to find a bra to fit me, and the shoulder
straps have to be wide enough to prevent cutting into
my shoulders.  As much as I hate wearing high heels I
did pick two inch pumps.  If I chose to put on nylons I
would not be able to sit down without exposing the
tops, so I chose not to wear nylons.

	True to her word Doctor Nina called our room
from the lobby.  Mother and I talked about what we
thought the tea party was going to be like.  We both
figured it would be boring as hell in the elevator on
the way down.

	The home was just about what you would expect
a college professor to live in.  It was near the
campus, and on a tree lined street.  The front of the
house was an ivy covered brick structure with French
windows and the front door had a cut glass insert
combined with panels on either side of the door that
almost suggested a family crest.

	We were escorted through the house, and
shown where to leave our coats and such, and where
the powder rooms were located on our way to the
outdoor patio.  There was something like twenty
people out there.  It was almost an equal mix of
female adults and presumably undergraduates.

	One of the women asked us if we wanted tea or
something stronger.  We didn't see many of them
with cups and saucers in their hands.  Most had tall
frosted glasses with either clear or golden liquid in
them.  Mother and I accepted vodka and soda on the
rocks.  We were introduced to the other guests.
Mother was impressed with the credentials of the
adult women.  The students were also very cordial to
us.  Everything was going well and we were both
getting a little drunk.  I eventually had to visit the
powder room to relieve my bladder.

	When I emerged Nina waylaid me and clung to
my upper arm as she led me up the stairs.  She told
me how much she was impressed with my size.  She
told me that she found full bodied women and girls to
be so much more interesting.  When we were at the
top of the stairs she pinned me against the wall, and
kissed me on the mouth at the same time she shoved
her knee between my legs until our pussies were
pressed against each other's thighs.  It was obvious
that Nina had breasts that had to be at least 36-DD
size, and they were pressed against my belly.  She
placed her hands on both of my tits and squeezed
them firmly.  I was getting so horny my panties were
wet.  She even pulled my tits over the top of the
bodice of my dress and started sucking on my nipples.
She pulled the hem of my dress up and stuffed her
hand down the front of my panties.  She rolled my clit
around in her fingers before stuffing two fingers up
my vagina and finger fucking me until I had an
orgasm.  When she removed her fingers she smelled
them and sucked them clean.  That was when I
remembered my mother, and became concerned about
her looking for me.

	I expressed my concern to Nina and she led me
to a window overlooking the patio.  As I crossed my
arms on the windowsill and looked down upon the patio
I saw my mother sitting between a woman about her
age, and one of the students.  Nina was standing
behind me, and pointed out that the woman was the
mother of the girl sitting on the other side.

	While I was watching the action on the patio,
Nina flipped my skirt up over my back side, and pulled
my panties aside, and stuck a couple of fingers into
my pussy and her thumb up my ass.  She was jilling me
while I watched the woman feel up my mother's
breasts, while her daughter was kissing my mother.  I
watched them undressing my mother, and they
sucked her tits, frigged her pussy.  While one ate her
pussy the other one straddled Mom's hips to present
their pussy to my mother.  Mom ate both of their
pussies.  I had a couple of orgasms while watching,
and having Nina masturbating me.

	When we went downstairs Mother was lying on a
chaise lounge naked, and another guest was sitting on
her face.  That was why she didn't see my return.
When the woman was satisfied and dismounted,
Mother saw me, and was ashamed to have me catch
her naked and engaged in sex with another woman.

	She begged me not to be upset with her, and I
relieved her apprehensions by kissing her on the lips.
They still smelled of pussy juice.  I couldn't resist
parting her legs and kissing her on the pussy.  I ate
my mother's pussy right there in front of all of the
party goers.

	We had a lot to talk about when we got home.
We just couldn't discuss everything on the plane ride
home, so we were quiet.  As soon as we retrieved our
car from the parking lot, I asked Mother, "What
happened when I went to the powder room?"

	Mother kept her eyes on the road, but
responded, "As soon as you left the patio Dr. Baxter
told that mother and daughter couple to entertain
me.  The other party goers were soon coupling up,
while the mother and daughter joined me on the
outdoor bench, and started complimenting me and
telling me how much they were attracted to tall full
bodied women.  The mother unfastened the Velcro
strap around my neck holding up the front of my
cocktail dress.  As my tits spilled out they both
claimed a tit to play with."

	I said, "I had no idea that you were into that
kind of sex?"

	Mother responded, "I have had sex with several
other women over the years!  I guess you might as
well know that any time you were spending the night
at Kathy's, I called my old friend Mary to spend the
night with me!  Yes, I knew you were fucking Kathy
for years.

	A picture of my mother having sex with her
friend flashed across my mind.  I had grown up calling
her Auntie Mary, and accepting her as family, even
though we were not related at all.  Then it hit me,
MOTHER HAD KNOWN I WAS FUCKING
KATHYALL ALONG!

	I had not been fooling her, "How long have you
known I was fucking Kathy?"

	Mother softy said, "I have known from the first
time you brought her home.  I heard the two of you in
your bedroom making love to each other!  You were
not as quiet as you thought!  I chose not to say
anything, because I figured you might change your
mind about your sexual orientation when you got
older!"

	My head was spinning, my mother had known I
was fucking my best friend for years, and had never
said anything.  I sat there in stunned silence as I
thought about all of the times I had seen her naked
body, and wanted to play with her breasts and pussy.

	When we got home we were both too wound up
to go to sleep.  We were up most of the night
confessing to each other about our sexual
relationships with other women.  Mother didn't know
that I was also fucking Kathy's mother and my gym
teacher Ms. Ray.  Mother told me about the first
woman to introduce her to lesbian sex.

	Apparently when Mother was a pre-teen she had
been left in the care of a neighbor lady after she got
home from school.  The woman befriended her, and
talked to her about sex.  Because of her size boys
teased her, and worst of all ignored her socially.  The
women assured her that males are pigs, and even if
she did date them that would only use her sexually
and leave her.  The woman told her the best way to
release her sexual frustration was to have sex with
women.  It felt good and there would be no unwanted
pregnancies.  Mother said the woman was a very good
lover, and she slept with her for years.  She told me
that after high school she wanted a family, and that
was why she married my father.

	We got so sleepy that we agreed we had to go
to bed, so we got undressed and I went to bed with
her.  We were so tired all we could do was kiss as we
clung to each other, and drifted off to sleep.

	In the morning we discussed having a party to
introduce each other to our lovers.  At school I
talked to Kathy about her and her mother coming to
my house for a party before I head off to college.
Later that day I invited Ms. Ray to a party at my
house that weekend.  I assured her it was my going
away party, and I wanted all of my close friends to be
there.  She couldn't refuse.

	Mother had invited Mary to the party, along
with a couple of other women I knew but not very
well.

	When Friday evening arrived Mother and I
prepared the house for a party.  We had plenty to
drink, and finger food set out, so that our guests
could eat any time they cared to.  We deliberately
wanted to shock our guests by greeting them at the
door in practically nothing.

	We bought Victoria Secret see through
dressing gowns that would allow our guests to see our
naked bodies under the gowns.

	As our guests arrived their shock was evident,
but the party turned out to be one weekend long
orgy.  I got to say my goodbyes to everyone at the
party.  Of course my goodbyes consisted of sucking
everyone's tits and pussies.

	True to her word Dr. Baxter had made an
arrangement with the university for me to live with
her instead of at the freshman dorm.  I was treated
like her daughter, with benefits during my
undergraduate years.  I got to party with all of her
friends, and when my friends and Mother visited, it
was one big party.



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