Date: Mon, 11 May 2015 21:48:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Black Experience (lesbian/ interracial/adult youth, oral, anal, g/FF

Warning:

Adult youth, oral, anal, g/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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               Black Experience
                      By
                     Jan

      I grew up in the projects in Compton, California.
Right up to the early sixties cities within the county
of Los Angeles had laws that prohibited the renting
or sale of property to blacks, so after World War II
the blacks could only rent apartments within the
roughly one mile wide strip of land running from the
City of Los Angeles south to the Los Angeles Harbor.
That gave rise to the black community knows as
Watts.  In the mid-sixties when the city laws were
struck down the City of Compton had become almost
exclusively black.  At one point during the fifties
there were multiple story building erected in rows as
low rent residences west on the Alameda Blvd. and
what had been the Red Car Line from LA to Long
Beach.  The tracks had been unused from the fifties
until they reactivated the light rail system after the
turn of the century.

      During the sixties the projects became
dominated by gangs, drugs, and prostitution.  It was a
sad fact that very few of the children living in these
buildings had fathers living with them.  A single
woman with four or five children might have a man
living with them for a few months, but rarely would
that become a lasting relationship.

      The fact that these women had little education,
forced them to seek unskilled employment, and work
long hours to support their children.  Some of them
made their living on their backs.

      The children qualify as latch key kids, so they are
recruited into the dominant gang of the area.  I did
my best to avoid being sucked into the gangs, because
I had no desire to become a whore for a bunch of
drug dealing thugs.

      My mother traveled miles by bus to work as a
cleaning woman for an agency that cleaned office
buildings.  I was her only child.  All I knew about my
father was that he was from the deep-south, and
judging by the color of my skin he must have been
very black.  In a public school, being very black or
very light skinned works to segregate the youngsters.
I saw girls that could almost pass for white get
scared faces by black girls, because they thought the
girls were trying to steal their boyfriends.  At the
same time the very black girls were shunned because
they are considered unattractive.

      Mother had named me Pearl, so I was called Black
Pearl.  I was also a skinny girl that was almost flat
chested well into puberty, where many of my
classmates had large breasts by that time.

       We lived on the second floor of one of the
buildings in the projects.  It was a small two bedroom
flat.  Mother always kept an eye on the occupants and
would advise me which one to avoid.

      There was one full bodied woman named Jackeline
that lived on the third floor that mother was
adamant about me avoiding.  Mother assumed that
she was a whore.

      She had relatively light colored shin.  It was no
darker than a light skinned Mexican.  Her hair was
straightened and dyed various shades of blonde with
streaks of light shades of red.  When I would see her
she would be dressed in tight fitting dresses over
her size 16 figure.  There was just something very
erotic about her that I was attracted to.

      I couldn't resist giving her a friendly greeting
when we met on the stairs, and she was cordial to me
as well.  One afternoon she invited me up to her flat
for soft drinks.  My mother wouldn't get home from
work until the early hours of the morning, so I
accepted her offer.

      We walked up to her floor, and she opened the
door to her one bedroom flat.  Her flat was a typical
furnished flat with cheap contemporary furniture.
She invited me to have a seat at the dining table,
while she went to her small kitchenette, and
retrieved a couple of canned soft drinks from her
fridge.  She sat across from me at her small dining
table as we talked.  She wanted to know what music I
liked, what dance steps I preferred, what movies I
had seen.  I found her to be a delightful person to
talk to, and she smelled good too.  We talked until it
was close to my bedtime.  I eventually had to say my
goodbyes and go back downstairs to my apartment to
get ready for bed.

      I started looking forward to spending time with
her.  I would come home from school, change clothes,
do my homework and go upstairs to her flat to visit
with her.

      One afternoon Jackeline mentioned that she
thought my mother didn't like her at all.  I was
reluctant to tell her what my mother thought she
was, but I eventually admitted that my mother
thought she was a whore.  She got a good belly laugh
from that.  She said, "That is one occupation I would
never entertain.  I'm a physical therapist at a
convalescent home.  I choose not to wear hospital
scrubs to and from work because in this area if
anyone thought I had access to drugs they would be
trying to force me to get them some drugs."

      Having said that she took hold of my hands, and
said in a confidential tone, "I'm a lesbian dyke!  Does
that disturb you?"

      I was aware what that meant.  There were even
rumors about some girls and teachers at my school,
but I had never heard that any of the girls I knew
actually having firsthand knowledge of any other
these people actually hitting on them.  It took me a
moment to think about her question before I told her
that I didn't care if she was a lesbian.  At that point
I was embarrassed to ask any more questions about
her sexual activities.  She changed the subject
because she was aware of my being uncomfortable
discussing the subject.

      When I left her flat I couldn't think about
anything but her being a lesbian, and what it meant.  I
thought about what she would look like naked, and
what she did with other women.  I couldn't sleep, and
found myself masturbating feverishly.  When mother
got home I pretended to be asleep when she opened
my bedroom door to check on me.

      I was waiting outside her door for her to get
home that afternoon.  When she entered the hall and
saw me she gave me a warm smile.  She greeted me
with a hug as she opened her door with her key.
Having her hug me, gave me a strange feeling.  There
was just something about her big soft body pressing
against me, and heady sweet smell of her perfume
that turned me on.

      As soon as we were seated I asked, "Jackeline,
what do you do when you are with other women?"

      Jackeline gave me as knowing smile, "You couldn't
sleep last night, and I'm guessing that you even
masturbated most of the night.  Does the idea of
having sex with a woman appeal to you?"

      Her ability to read my feelings disturbed me, but
I had to admit that I thought about what she told me
all night.

      When she placed her big hand on my arm it felt
like an electrical shock.  There was an impulse to
withdraw my arm, but I relaxed.

      She smiled knowingly and asked, "Would you like
to find out what it is like to have sex with a woman?"

      I was shocked that she was so straight forward
and casual about sex.

      Then I felt her hand resting on my thigh and it
was sliding up my leg taking my skirt along with it.
The muscles on the inside of my right thigh quivered
as her fingers drew near my warm panties.  There was
a moment I almost panicked, but I held still as her
hand stroked my warm panties.  I don't know what
came over me, but I turned to face her and I kissed
her on the lips.

      She asked, "Would you like me to introduce you to
the way women make love to each other?"

      "YES Please!"

      "Why don't you start by helping me get
undressed?" as she turned her back towards me.

      I was all thumbs as I fumbled with the hook and
zipper in the back of her dress.   As soon as the
zipper was down she reached down, and pulled the
dress up and over her head.  As she tossed the dress
on the table, she shook her head to make her hair fall
back in place.  All she had on was a thin, black, lacy
brassiere to hold up her massive breasts, black lace
panties that were just barely large enough to cover
her vulva.  There were small tattoos of cat paw prints
visible above the panties.  She didn't have nylons on
and her feet were in comfortable cork soled wedged
open toed shoes.  Her toe nails were painted the same
coral color as her fingers.  I was fascinated as she
had me help her finish undressing.

     The delicate lace purple bra didn't hide her
areoles and nipples.  I could see that they were
almost as dark as my skin.  When I unhooked the back
of her bra, she pulled the straps off of her shoulders
and pulled the bra free of her arms.  When she
turned to face me her large breasts sagged
substantially.  I still thought she was very sexy.
When she started pulling down her purple panties I
didn't expect to see so much skin.  She shaved her
pussy completely, and her labia minor dangled well
past her labia major, and it was a very dark color.

      When she removed her shoes she wiped her
crotch with the palm of her right hand, and waved it
under my nose.  The smell of her pussy was heady and
strong.  Then she pulled me to my feet and sat down
in my place, and told me to remove my clothes.

      I told her, "I'm embarrassed about taking off my
clothes because I'm so skinny.  Most of the girls my
age have big tits, some of them even started their
periods as young as 10!"

      She told me, "Don't be embarrassed about your
body at all!  Those girls you envy in a few years will be
fat, their tits will sag down to their waists, and their
butts will be so big they can rest beer bottles on
them without spilling a drop."

      I chuckled at her joke before pulling my baby
blue jersey T-top over my head.  I never wore a bra
because I didn't need one.

     Jackeline reached out with her warm hands and
played with my nipples.  She stroked my flat belly and
assured me that my figure was to be envied.  When I
pulled the drawstring on my shorts and stretched the
waist of my jersey gym shorts they fell to the floor
around my feet.  I didn't have panties on either.
When I stepped out of my canvas tennis shoes I was
totally naked.

      She let her hands slide down my body to grasp my
hips and pulled me close between her legs.  She pulled
me down onto her lap and started kissing me.  I had
never been kissed like that by anyone.  She sucked on
my tongue while she played with my nipples.  When
she stopped kissing me, she pulled my head down at
the same time she lifted one of her big tits, and put
the big dark nipple in my mouth.

      It was strange sucking on a nipple like I was a
baby, just the same I used both hands to support her
tit and felt her soft flesh.  I was enjoying the feeling
of her flesh in my mouth.  There came a time when
she placed her hands on top of my nappy head, and
pressed my head down, as she straightened her legs
so that I slid off of her lap.

      When I was kneeling on the floor in front of her,
Jackeline lifted her thick legs up and placed her
heels on the edge of the cushion, before spreading
her knees as wide as she could.  She still had her
hands on top of my head and she pulled my head down
to her pussy.

      When my face was just inches away from her
pussy I could feel her body heat and the aroma of
her pussy made my head spin.  I stuck my nose
between the folds of her labia minor, and buried my
face in the warmth of her pussy.  She told me what
to do with my tongue.  I was almost blinded by all of
her bodily fluids getting in my eyelashes.  I didn't
need to see what I was sucking on anyway.  She was
singing my praises, so I figured I was doing something
right.  There came a point when she held her breath
and started bucking her hips up, smashing her cunt
into my face.  When she relaxed she stretched out
her legs and went limp.

      She pulled me up her body and kissed me on the
mouth, while she told me what a good job I had done.
She placed me on the couch sideways, so that my
head was resting on the armrest of the couch and
lifted my inside leg up and rested my heel on the back
of the couch.  The only sign that I was approaching
puberty was the new growth of pubic hair.  Like the
nappy hair on my head my pubic hair looked like
individual coiled watch springs.  I always wanted
straight hair like the photographs of fashion models.
I even tried to straighten my hair but I gave up when
all of the lotions and creams didn't work I gave up,
and resigned myself to having kinky hair.

      Jackeline didn't seem to mind that I had kinky
hair at all.  She covered my vulva with her mouth.
She sucked on my pussy like there was no tomorrow.
I had masturbated to orgasm many times, but had
never been brought to an orgasm by another person.
For some reason it was taking me forever to reach
that point where there was a release.  It was driving
me crazy that I couldn't cum, but I sure didn't want
her to stop.  I was sweating profusely, suddenly I felt
like my heart stopped and a warm rush flooded my
body.  The feeling was as if I had received a Novocain
shot that made my whole body numb.  I had never
felt so relaxed before.  I never wanted the feeling to
end.  When I opened my eyes Jackeline was looking up
at me with her chin resting on my hairy vulva.  She
had a wicked smile on her face.

      "Did you have a good time, Honey?"

      "I never felt anything like it before.  Is it always
that good?"

      "It is always good but you will never forget how
good it felt the first time."

      We lied there talking for a while, but eventually I
had to get dressed and I couldn't get over how
exciting it had been.  I couldn't resist masturbating
for hours, but it wasn't as good as it had been with
Jackeline making me cum.  I was sound asleep when
Mother got home.

     I couldn't resist visiting Jackeline when she got
home every day for the rest of the week.  I was
having the time of my life.  I was always in bed well
before my mother got home.  Come Saturday morning
Mom always did the weeks laundry as usual.  When
she was finished washing the clothes she brought the
laundry back up from the Laundromat, and started
breakfast for the two of us.  The smell of toast and
coffee woke me up.

      When I joined her at the little breakfast table,
Mom casually asked me, "Who is the woman you have
been seeing?"

      I was stunned because I couldn't figure how she
knew I was seeing someone.  I thought that she was
possibly physic or something.  I was scared to admit I
was seeing Jackeline because Mother thought she
was a whore.  I asked, "How could you tell I have been
visiting someone?"

	Mother said, "While I was doing the laundry I
could smell the perfume of an adult female on your
clothes!  So who is she?"

	I almost panicked, "I met a physical therapist
that works at a couple of convalescent hospitals.  I
enjoy talking to her."

      Mother pressed the subject, "Who is she?"

      "It is Jackeline, the woman from upstairs."

      Mother's face went dark looking, "I told you that
she is a whore, and to stay away from her!"

      I complained, "She isn't a whore!"

      "And just how do you know she isn't a whore?"

      "I have spent the evenings with her for the past
week, and talked to her.  She has a degree in physical
therapy.  She told me that she doesn't wear her
hospital scrubs to and from work simply because if
the gangs around here thought she had access to
drugs they would be trying to force her to steal some
for them."

      Mother thought before saying anything more.
"Maybe I should get to know her before I say
anything more about her."

      I had hopes that my mother would like her well
enough to allow me to befriend Jackeline, but I also
feared that mother would figure out that I was
sleeping with her, and GAWD knows what she might
do.  I figured I better talk it over with Jackeline
before they met.  As soon as I could get away I
rushed upstairs and knocked on Jackeline's door.

      When she opened the door she looked like she
had just gotten up.  Her hair was in a mess.  I pushed
my way into her apartment and started telling her
about what had taken place.  She sat in her favorite
chair and smiled at me.  "I will be happy to meet your
mother as soon as I take a shower and get dressed."
I followed her into the bathroom and sat on the
toilet while she showered and fixed her hair and put
on makeup.

      I could watch her all day, because I found her
naked body so erotic.  While she was putting on her
face I knelt behind her, and kissed the big soft orbs
of her butt.

      She reproached me saying, "You better stop doing
that or I will never finish getting dressed!"

      As much as I wanted to suck her pussy at that
moment I knew I would be missed soon.  I asked her
to come downstairs when she was ready.  With that I
left her to get ready.

      When I returned to the apartment I told Mother
that I had invited Jackeline to come down, so that
you can get to know her.  Typically of my mother she
had to start cleaning up the apartment.  In fact the
first thing out of her mouth was, "Good Lord, look at
all of the dust!"  With that she started dusting off
every surface in the place.  She also changed her
dress so that our guest wouldn't see her in her old
house dress.  She wore an old dress around the
apartment to clean, because it was comfortable, and
she didn't mind the bleach and food stains on it.  She
was still fussing around when there was a knock on
the door.

      I answered the door, and invited Jackeline in and
made the introductions to my mother.  Mother
insisted that she sit in the best chair, and insisted on
getting her something to drink.  Jackeline accepted
her offer of coffee.  There was a fresh pot on the
stove.  Mother and I sat on the couch while we
doctored our coffee to taste.  Mother said, "Pearl
tells me that you are a physical therapist, and that
you are her friend.  Tell me where you come from?"

      Jackeline took a sip from her coffee and began
telling my mother her life story.  It turned out that
they had a lot in common.  Despite my mother's
misgivings she found that she actually liked Jackeline.
They talked for hours, as the shadows began to cross
the room the subject of a meal came up.  The three
of us agreed to go out for dinner.  We caught the bus
and went up town to a Mom and Pop restaurant for a
southern comfort food supper.

      If my mother had any suspicions about the true
relationship I had with Jackeline she sure didn't give
a clue.

      When we returned home and parted ways, Mother
and I entered our apartment, we talked about
Jackeline for a little while before we went to bed.
Mother admitted that she liked her.  Nothing was
said, but I felt sure that Mother would not object if
I continued seeing Jackeline.

      The next week I rushed home from school, and
changed clothes.  I deliberately didn't wear panties
this time.  I also figured it wiser to shed my clothes
before they had a change to absorb her perfume.
We had a great time and she introduced me to a lot
of different ways to have sex with each other.  One
evening she had me crouch on her bed on my knees
face down while she licked my pussy from behind, and
eventually she started licking my asshole and probing
the opening with her tongue.  I had one of the most
amazing orgasms from being rimmed.

      She didn't insist that I do it to her, but she
offered her big butt to me, and I tasted her pussy
and her asshole from behind.  I was surprised to find
that her asshole actually tasted rather sweet.  On
another occasion she introduced me to dildos.

      Having a vibrating penis replica pressed against
my clit and inside my vagina drove me crazy.  They
had my body vibrating in tune to the rhythm of the
battery powered tool.  Still another evening she used
a strap-on dildo to fuck me like a man would.  I was
totally in love with her.  I would have done anything
she asked of me at that point.  If she had asked me
to walk naked towards the ocean on Compton
Boulevard, I would have done so proudly for her.

     One evening she told me that the following week
she would be working nights, because the staff at the
convalescent hospital was short staffed and she
would be covering for one of the nurses.  The news
devastated me.  I was forced to masturbate for
hours for the want of my lover.  It never occurred to
me that a physical therapist would stand in for a
nurse.

     One night I was looking out of the window and saw
a car pulled up to the curb.  It was a little BMW
convertible and the top was down.  I saw Jackeline
sitting in the passenger seat and a blonde woman was
behind the steering wheel.  They kissed very
passionately before Jackeline got out of the car to
enter the building.  I flew into a rage, as I stormed
up to her apartment.  When she entered the hall I
charged her and pounded on her breasts with my
fists, while accusing her of cheating on me.

      She pulled me into her apartment and held me by
my arms so that I couldn't beat on her, as she
dragged me to her bedroom.  She threw me on the
bed, and sat on my chest as she told me, "PEARL, I
NEVER PROMISED TO ABANDON OTHER WOMEN!
STOP STRUGGLING OR I WILL NEVER ALLOW
YOU IN MY APARTMENT AGAIN!"

      I stopped struggling, and lied there crying like a
bady.  Jackeline was not wearing panties as her skirt
rode up her thighs, and she covered my mouth with
her pussy.  I was being smothered as her labia minor
spread over my face like a gas mask.  She told me, "If
you behave I will introduce you to other women that
would love to have sex with a sweet young girl like
you!"

      My struggling brought her to an orgasm quickly.
When she dismounted I started to cuss at her, and
she slapped my face.  "SHUT THE HELL UP!  If you
want to continue visiting me you will behave, and do as
I tell you!"

      She ushered me to the door and shoved me out.  I
was devastated as I made my way down the stairs.  I
cried myself to sleep before mother got home.

      It took me several days to get over my rage, and
my hormones took over.  If I wanted to have sex with
Jackeline I would have to share her with other
women.  I went upstairs and pleaded with her to allow
me to continue visiting her.

     She took me in her arms and kissed me on the
mouth.  She mad a phone call, and insisted that I
accompany her on a bus ride up town to a building
near the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion.  It was fancy
building where wealthy people bought large flats to
live in.  A doorman opened the door for us and she
announced herself to the clerk, and he called the
person Jackeline had indicated we were visiting.  He
directed us to the elevators and told us the floor and
flat number.

      When we exited the elevator there was only four
double doors, but a statuesque blonde was standing in
the open door to great us.  I assumed that was the
woman I had seen Jackeline kissing.  I felt a rush of
jealousy at the same time I studied what she looked
like.

      She was an older woman, possibly in her fifties.
Her hair was obviously bleached, and was
professionally styled.  Her face was showing age lines
and the jowls sagged a little, but she had a pretty
face.  She had a surprisingly good figure.  She
obviously took very good care of her body.  She was
wearing a gossamer dressing gown and high heeled
pumps.  I could see all of her physical attributes
through the gown.  Her pubic bush was pinkish blonde.
She was obviously a natural blonde.  She must be
bleaching her hair because it was turning gray.

     She greeted Jackeline with a warm hug and a kiss
on the mouth. Jackeline introduced her to me, and
the woman beamed, "Isn't she a delightful little 'Black
Pear!'  She took me into her arms and hugged and
kissed me on the mouth.  She proudly showed off her
residence.

      I had never been in a place like this before.  The
view from the large windows of the city lights was
amazing.  I had no idea how much the furniture cost,
but it was obviously very expensive.  She had a
cocktail shaker filled with dry Martinis.  She poured
us drinks as she took Jackeline and me on a tour of
her flat.  The last room she showed us was the
bedroom of course.  She shed her gown and assumed
a regal position on the middle of her bed.

      Jackeline proceeded to undress me.  When I was
standing there in all of my nakedness, Jackeline
turned me around to show the woman all of my best
qualities as she probed both my front and back
openings with her fingers.  When the woman
beckoned with her finger, Jackeline positioned me
between the woman's outstretched legs.

      I didn't need to be told what to do.  I started
sucking the woman's hairy pussy.  While I was doing
that Jackeline mounted the bed and she had inserted
a strapless dildo into her pussy, and she mounted me
from behind.  She stuck the dildo into my pussy and
started fucking me.  With every thrust she was
driving my face into the hairy wet pussy.  The woman
was obviously enjoying having me eat her pussy while
watching me being fucked by another woman.

      When the woman was satisfied and aware that I
had an orgasm too she wanted to fuck Jackeline while
she ate my pussy.  Before the evening was over I had
been fucked and eaten by both of them, and I had
fucked both of them.  The woman eventually drove us
home in her BMW.

      Mother was no fool, she eventually figured out
what was going on.  She confronted me with simple
statement, "You're having sex with Jackeline!"

      I was stunned by her statement.  Not that she
knew I was having sex with Jackeline, but the casual
way she announced it.  I expected her to reproach me
for my lesbian relationship, even punishing me for my
behavior, but she was calm, unemotional.

      She simply said, "Do you think you are going to
continue having sex with her and other women?"

      I had to think about it before I answered her
question.  I realized that I didn't love Jackeline
anymore, but sex was the most important thing in my
life at that moment.  "I don't know if I will always
prefer sex with women, but for now I want all of the
sex I can get!"

      Mother said, "Let me know when you make up your
mind."

      The time came when I realized that lesbian sex
was the way I wanted to live, and told my mother so.
When I did she shocked me simply by lifting her skirt
and showing me that she didn't have panties on and
she had a butt plug in her asshole and a dildo in her
pussy.  Mother and I have been living together as
lovers ever since.



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