Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2012 21:17:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bookstore, lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/FFF...)

Warning:

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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                     Bookstore
                        By
                       Jan

	When I was a young girl my parents lived in San
Francisco, California.  I attended a private girl's
school, and used the bus to get around town on my
own.  When I was starting to enter puberty I
developed a strong interest in sex, but males didn't
interest me at all.

	I didn't consider myself attractive at that age.
I had self-confidence issues.  I wore glasses, and
hated them, because I was always reminded of the
old adage, "Boys don't make passes at girls who wear
glasses."  I thought my hair was ugly and I hated
having freckles across my nose.  I thought I was too
skinny too.  I thought my legs were too long.  I found
myself attracted to a couple of girls at school.

	Because of my feelings I thought I was gay, so I
figured I better do some research on the subject.  I
had shopped on Market Street so many times I knew
just about every store on the street and most of the
stores within a couple of blocks either way.  I knew
where the lesbians hung out.  There were bars,
restaurants and other establishments that catered
to the needs of the local lesbian community.  There
was a bookstore that prided itself on dealing with
women's issues.  I figured that I could learn more
about the subject at that store than anyplace else.

	I took the bus up Market Street, to the stop
nearest the side street where the bookstore was
located.  I was very nervous about entering the
bookstore.  I felt conspicuous entering the store,
because I was so young.

	As soon as I entered the store I looked around.
The walls and book shelves were full of books.  There
were wooden tables with random books scattered
that were on sale.  There were newspaper dispensers
near the counter.  There were tables in back with
chairs, so that customers could sit while reading.
There were only a couple of customers milling around.
One woman was sitting at the back table drinking
coffee while reading.

	There were only two clerks working the counter.
One was a gal I assumed was about 25-years-old, and
the other gal was probably in her early thirties.  The
first one was attractive to me.  She had a lot of fine
light brown hair that hung down past her shoulders.
The hair responded to the slightest breeze by
fluttering around.  She had on small oval wire-rimmed
glasses.  I guessed that she weighed about 140
pounds.  She had on layered jersey T-shirts.  She had
on a white long sleeve hoody with a black short sleeve
T-shirt with a 'Grateful Dead' skull on it stretched
over obviously very large breasts.  She also had on
black slacks and comfortable shoes.

	The older woman had reddish hair that was
obviously dyed sometimes, because her hair had
different shades of red and orange.  She had it in a
French twist, with bangs.  She also wore glasses that
were rimless.  She struck me as being a tall woman,
maybe five-feet ten, and rather skinny.  If she had
breasts they sure didn't show behind her baggy
sleeveless blouse.  She also had on slacks, and
comfortable shoes.  Neither of them confronted me
about what I wanted or was looking for.

	I wondered up and down the aisles looking at
the titles of the publications.  I paid close attention
to any title that reflected the psychology of women
struggling with their lesbian feelings.  I also was
interested in how women or girls were introduced to
sex.  I was afraid to actually pick a book or magazine
and take it to the counter.  As time passed women
came and went.  Sometimes I got strange looks from
some of the women.  Eventually I had to do
something, so I picked a psychology text book on the
subject of lesbianism.  I deliberately waited until
there was only the younger woman behind the counter
and no customers close to the counter.

	The woman only smiled at me as I bought the
book.  I didn't even give it a second thought when I
used my credit card that my parents gave me to use
for books and food at school.  As the woman rang up
my purchase she asked, "Will there be anything else?"

	I said, "No thanks."  I took my package and left
the store right away.  I didn't have the nerve to read
the book on the bus.  I waited until after bedtime to
turn on my reading light to read the book.

	I read and reread the descriptions of how girls
were seduced.  I even masturbated reading how an
aunt seduced a girl no older than me.  In most of the
stories the girls were seduced by a relative of older
girl they knew.  A couple of them had been raped by
boys or men, and after that they wanted nothing to
do with men.  One story struck me as being more like
me.

	The girl described herself as plain.  Boys were
not interested in her.  Her classmates made fun of
her.  She was so shy that she hated to participate in
physical education class, because she would have to
change clothes in front of her classmates.  She
always felt like they were making fun of her.  Then
she met an older woman at a shoe store.  The woman
massaged her feet lovingly while slipping new shoes on
her feet.  The woman invited her to a coffee shop for
coffee.  The woman made her feel special.  When the
woman invited her out to dinner, she accepted.  That
led to the woman taking her home to her place where
she started kissing and feeling her up.  I was
fascinated by her story, and wished I knew such a
lovely woman.

	I started making regular trips to the bookstore.
The more often I visited the bolder I got when it
came to selecting reading material.  I even learned
the name of the two clerks, Pauline and Julie.  I was
more comfortable dealing with Pauline.  They both
became aware of my interest in girls being seduced
into the lesbian world.  They even offered advice
about reading material.  Eventually Pauline asked me,
"Are you ready to discover if you are a lesbian now?"

	I was embarrassed by the question, "I don't
know how to go about meeting a woman that would be
willing to teach me."

	Pauline reached across the counter and took my
hand, "Honey, I have been hoping you would ask me
for a date!"

	I would have never thought a nice looking woman
like her would be interested in a skinny girl like me.
"Pauline, I didn't think you could be interested in a
homely girl like me!"

	Pauline squeezed my hand, "Honey, you are
absolutely beautiful.  Don't ever let anyone tell you
otherwise.  Your body is changing from a girl to a
woman.  In a couple of years both men and women will
be fighting over you."

	I brushed the flattery off as a nice woman just
being nice to me.  Pauline said, "I'm not kidding!  Julie,
would you take charge of the store for a while?"

	Julie came to the front of the store and went
behind the counter.  As she squeezed past Pauline she
patted her butt and said, "Have fun, Dear!"

	Pauline led me to the back room.  There were
shelves of boxes full of books and magazines.  There
were supplies for the coffee maker, candy machine,
and even the cigarette machine.  There was an old
used couch in back not far from the clerk's bathroom.
She stopped long enough to get us both a cup of
coffee, which she sweetened with non-dairy creamer
that was flavored French-Vanilla.  She sat me down
and said, "Now we have to talk about what you want
out of sex?"

	"I said, "I don't know nothing I've read has been
able tell me what kind of sex I would enjoy the most."

	Pauline asked me, "Do you trust me enough to let
me be your guide through the lesbian world?"

	I couldn't believe this lovely woman wanted to
teach me everything.  I kissed her on the cheek.  I
could smell her vanilla-sweetened coffee breath.  We
started hugging and kissing.  Pauline slowly started
removing my clothes.  I was terribly embarrassed
about her removing all of my clothes.  My breasts
were nothing more that puffy little bumps that were
all areolas and the nipples were inverted.  I even had
a birthmark mole on the outside of my right tit.  She
sucked on both tits and played with them until I was
about to go crazy.  That was just the beginning.

	When she pulled my panties off, Pauline
exclaimed, "Your pussy is absolutely beautiful.  I
didn't have a single hair on my pussy.  The naked little
camel toe hid my labia and clit completely.  She knelt
on the old wooden floor and spread my legs open.  She
used her fingers to spread my pussy open and blew
her cool breath into my pussy.  I couldn't believe how
much she was exciting me.

	When Pauline put her mouth on my pussy I
almost cried like a baby.  I was making all kinds of
noise.  She was sucking my clit into her mouth and
pulling back, stretching my flesh as far as it would go.
I couldn't believe how much better it felt compared
to my digitally masturbating my pussy.  She sucked
me until I had my first cum at the hands of another
person.

	Pauline was not halfway finished with me.  She
picked me up and made me kneel on the couch, with
my butt sticking out.  I had no ideas that from behind
my puffy vulva was sticking out from between my
legs, and my puckered asshole made it look like an
upside down exclamation mark.  I felt Pauline licking
my cunt from behind while she clung to my hips.  Just
when I didn't think it could get any better she licked
my asshole.  I thought I was going to shit.  How could
anyone enjoy licking someone's asshole.  Pauline not
only licked it, she stuck the tip of her tongue into my
asshole.  When I climaxed I collapsed on the couch.  I
was as limp as a wet rag.  I curled up in her arms
when she sat down next to me.

	Now that I knew how good a woman could make
me feel I had to find out if I could make her feel
just as good.

	While we were kissing, I could taste my own
pussy juice all over her face, and even that made me
feel good.  I started pulling off her customary black
T-shirt with gothic skulls on it.  Then I pulled off her
gray long sleeved hoody.  That was the first time I
had ever seen her arms.  They were covered with
colorful tropical flowers, but closer inspection
revealed snakes woven through the flowers, and an
occasional naked girl.  It looked like the snake was
moving from one pussy to another.  She helped me
unfasten her bra and remove it.  I guess the cup was
at least a G-size.  Her heavy breasts spilled out of
the cups.  Without support they hung down her body
almost to her waist.

	She even demonstrated how easily she could lift
a tit up and suck on one of her own nipples.  The
other thing about her body was the fact that she had
a thick patch of underarm hair and a ring around her
areolas of dark hairs.  She even sported some hairs
on the cleavage of her tits.  I thrilled at the prospect
of her sucking on her tits.  I lied across her lap and
she fed me one tit after the other until her flesh was
reddening from my sucking on them.  When she
begged me to let them rest I turned my attention to
getting the rest of her clothes off.

	Her black jeans had ragged holes in the legs and
her right front pocket was visible through one of the
holes.  She helped me unfasten her pants.  When I
pulled them down her legs I was surprised to see a lot
of dark pubic hair sticking out of the leg openings of
her panties.  There was even a lot of hair on her legs.
I found out that I had to remove her shoes to get
her pants off.  I had never seen a woman like her
before.  She assured me, "I believe in going natural.
Does that bother you?"

	"No...I just have never seen a woman like you!"  I
reached for the top of her panties and pulled them
down.  I swear that her pubic hair was so thick that
her pussy was completely hidden.  Hair went down the
inside of her legs and a trail ran all the way up to her
navel.  Her body heat added to the musky aroma of
her pussy.  I could smell her while I was sitting back
on my heels on the floor.

	Pauline sat down on the couch, and spread her
legs open very lewdly before she ran her finger
through her pubic hair.  When she grasped the ends
of the hair and pulled them up, I saw that some of
her pubic hairs were at least three inches long.  She
used the hairs to spread her pussy open.

	Her labia were a brownish-yellow color.  With
her pussy spread open I saw my first clitoris and
even her urethra on the upper side of her vagina.  I
could see into the dark recesses of her vagina.  I had
only read about women performing oral sex on other
girls and women.

	For the first time in my life I was about to
taste a pussy.  I could feel the humidity emitted
from her flesh as I moved my face into her pussy.
Pauline used both hands to direct my mouth to where
she wanted me to lick and suck.  She demanded that I
lick her clit and suck on it.  When I did as directed
she was moaning and calling me all kinds of nasty
things like, "You're a natural pussy hound!  Eat my
pussy make me cum, you little bitch!"

	She was rubbing my face in her crotch, and I
could feel her slimy juice being smeared all over my
face.  Even my bangs were getting wet.  She was
singing my praises while she was cumming all over my
face.  When she finally pulled me up to her face so
that she could kiss me, my face was covered in her
juice.

	She sat me on the couch next to her.  I was
breathing hard, from working so hard to make her
cum.  Pauline did something unexpected.  She got on
the floor and did a partial summersault between my
legs.  She was resting on her shoulders with her butt
up in the air between my legs.  I was looking down at
her brownish-yellow asshole.  There were even dark
pubic hairs ringing her asshole.  The only truly
smooth, hairless place was the cheeks of her ass.  I
assumed that Pauline wanted me to eat her asshole
the way she had done to me.

	If anyone had told me before that moment that
I was going to eat someone's asshole I would have
called them crazy.

	I bent over, smelled her asshole and blew air
onto her puckered anus.  Pauline almost pleaded, "Eat
me!"

	I licked her asshole tentatively, because I
didn't know what to expect.  After I tasted her ass, I
found that I didn't mind the taste.  I started licking
her in earnest.  I even followed her example and
tongue fucked her asshole.  When Pauline let me know
that she was cumming I stopped.

	We eventually got dressed.  As we returned to
the front of the store, Julie was all smiles.  I learned
later that she had made a closed circuit TV recording
of everything we had been doing.

	Pauline gave me her business card after she
wrote down her personal cell phone number.  That
night when I went to bed I called her on my cell
phone.  I told her that I was thinking about what we
had done.  I assured her that I couldn't sleep.  I had
my nightgown pulled up, and I was masturbating like
crazy.

	Pauline told me that we couldn't make love in the
back room every day.  It would not be fair for Julie,
but if you can get away for a weekend I could visit
her at her home.  I thought for a moment and
remembered that I had a cousin that lived pretty
close to where Pauline lived.  I called my cousin and
told her that I wanted to party with someone over
the weekend so would she cover for me, should
Mother call.  She tried to find out who I was seeing,
but I refused to say more.

	The next day I asked my mother if I could
spend the weekend with my cousin.  Mother was
happy to let me get out of the house.  I even packed
some extra clothes in my book bag for Friday.  After
school I took the bus to the bookstore.

	I got a warm greeting from both Julie and
Pauline.  I took a nasty lesbian book and went to the
table in the back.  I was busy reading about sex
between a woman and girl.  I was so pre-occupied that
I didn't even notice Pauline bringing me a cup of
coffee.  She whispered in my ear, "One more hour and
we go home."

	She gave one of my little budding breasts a
squeeze before she went back to the counter.  The
story I was reading was making my panties wet.

	I helped them put books away before closing up.
After we locked up the store Pauline led me to the
bus stop.  We caught a southbound bus and got
transfers.  We eventually got off the bus and caught
a westbound bus.  We had to climb a pretty steep hill
to get to her apartment building.  One look at it and I
could believe it was a survivor of the 1907
earthquake.  We walked up the stairs to the main
entrance.  She led me to the door to her apartment.
I sat my book bag on the floor so that we could hug
and kiss, to make up for the hours we couldn't.

	I don't know which of us wanted to get the
other out of their clothes the most.  We clawed at
each other's clothes until we were both naked.  I
don't know how to describe what it was like to suck on
the tit of a woman with hair on her tits.  I plastered
the hairs to her flesh with my saliva and tongue.  I
was hoping that I would be able to get milk from her
nipples, but that was not going to happen.  We made
love on her living room couch.

	It was hunger that forced us to take a break.  I
helped her make dinner.  It was a wonder we managed
to make anything.  We were constantly masturbating
each other and kissing.  At one point she even picked
me up and sat me on the tile counter, so she could eat
my pussy.  After we finished eating and washing the
dishes we went to bed.

	Sleep was the farthest thing from our minds.
We sucked tits, ate pussies and licked assholes over
and over.  Pauline introduced me to dildos that
weekend.  She had a number of them, some were
battery powered.  She even had strap-ons that she
used to fuck me with.  She let me fuck her too.  She
even allowed me to fuck her asshole.

	She knew it would hurt me too much to use her
strap-on, so she showed me a little butt-plug that
looked like a boy's dick.  She stuck it in me and had
me wear it until I was used to the stretching.  She
made we wear one all weekend.  When I admitted
that it didn't hurt, she would replace that one with a
larger one.  By Sunday she had stretched me until she
could fuck me with one of her larger dildos.

	The more I saw her the more I knew I was in
love with her.  I thought I was going to have to keep
my relationship with her secret for at least another
eight years.  Only my parents recognized that I was
seeing someone, and it didn't take much to figure out
that it was a female.  They were disappointed that I
was not going to give them grandchildren but
accepted that I was only going to be happy with
whoever I was seeing.

	For my sixteenth birthday they invited me to
introduce my special friend to them.  They could
bring themselves to call her my lesbian lover.  I'm
sure if they saw her tattoos they would have a
stroke.  Eventually I did have Pauline dress a little
more respectably and made sure her arms were
covered.  When they met her they were captivated
by her personality and attractiveness.  They allowed
me to spend weekends with her.  It was just a matter
of time before I would finish school and be able to
move in with her permanently.


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