Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 10:08:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Choosing a Stepmother (lesbian/adult youth, oral, f/F)

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 you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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            Choosing a Stepmother
                     By
                    Jan

	The first morning after my father and new
stepmother returned from their honeymoon,
and he had to return to work I lay in my bed
anticipating my new stepmother coming to my
room to wake me up.

	My mother had died suddenly as a result
of a drunk, losing control of his car, and jumping
a curb, slamming into the beauty salon while she
was having her hair styled.  He managed to kill
three women and putting three more in the
hospital with lasting scars.

	I was ten years old at the time of her
death.  After about a year of mourning, family
and friends started playing matchmaker for my
father.  They assured my father that I needed
a woman to bring me up properly.

	I had other ideas.  I resented any woman,
trying to come between my father and me.
Whenever he would surrender to the wishes of
family and friends, and date the women being
foisted on him, I would look for faults in them.
It didn't take much effort to find real or
imagined faults in them.  Then I would work
hard to destroy any chance the woman had in
seducing my father.

	Some of them had children of their own.
They would put on an act around my father,
pretending to love me.  When I was alone with
them it was obvious that they hated having a
reminder of his first love around.  They were
the perfect wicked stepmother type.  I always
found a way to trap them into revealing to my
father how they really felt about me.  The
weak ones were easy to drive a wedge between
them and my father.

	For five years I managed to destroy every
woman that thought they could come into our
lives.  It was not that I didn't want the company
of an adult woman or resenting another female
coming between my father and me.  I actually
was developing a strong sexual desire for older
women.  There came a point that I began to
think about having an adult woman in my life,
not as a mother, but as a sexual partner.  I had
experimented with lesbian sex with a few girls
along the way.  I had come to grips with my
sexual desires.  I was attracted to women with
dark hair.

	When I was a sophomore in high school I
was a member of the in crowd.  I belonged to
the student body council, member of the
marching band auxiliary majorette's corps.  I
was on the fast track to be the Drum Major by
the time I was a senior.  I made sure no one
suspected that I was a lesbian, by dating the
popular guys.  I made sure I dated guys I could
handle.  I even enjoyed making out with them
until they would have painful boners.  I could
tell when the bastards would be tortured with
love nuts.  I would only give them hand jobs to
relieve them.  Any guy that tried to make me
give them a blowjob or fuck me would be
rebuffed in such a way that they never brought
that subject up again.  I started looking for my
ideal female sexual partner that year.

	I was not about to go around seducing
women around town.  That could have led to my
reputation being destroyed.  I had to find a way
of meeting women that would not know me or
where I lived until I was ready to set them up
with my father.

	I started logging onto lesbian websites on
my computer.  I flirted with women online, but
I never knew if they were really what or how
they claimed to be.  The most interesting thing
I learned from them was locations of lesbian
nightclubs in neighboring towns.  I would take
the bus to the largest neighboring town, so that
I could locate the nightclubs.  My problem was
my age; because there was no way that I could
pass for an adult of legal drinking age.

	I selected a nightclub that was
frequented by woman that was not so obvious
about their sexual preference.  I had no desire
to pick up one of those butch dykes that dress
like men.  I wanted a woman that was all female.
The nightclub I selected was frequented by
women that were obviously business women
working downtown.  They dressed a little more
professionally.  Some were far too old for my
taste, but there were plenty that could have
worked as models.

	There was a coffee shop a couple of doors
from the entrance to the nightclub.  I could sit
there pretending to read paperback books and
drinking coffee while watching the women
heading into the club.  Some of them stopped
into the coffee shop after leaving the club.  A
couple of times women did flirt with me.  I was
not interested in any woman old enough to be
my grandmother, but I figured if I allowed a
couple of them to pick me up, the word would
get around that I was available for women
interested in dating young girls.

	One evening one of these sweet little old
silvery blue haired older women stopped in for a
cup of coffee.  She saw right away that I
reading a lesbian erotic paperback.  She sat
down at my little table and started flirting with
me.  When she invited me to accompany her
home I agreed.

	We took the bus a couple of miles down
the road, and a short walk to her home.  It was
a nice little old house.  She was truly a
sweetheart.  I was surprised at how much fun it
was to have sex with her.  She was very gentle
with me.  I enjoyed sucking her tits and pussy
as much as having her suck my tits and cunt.

	Just as I had assumed, other women
started stopping in for coffee with me.  I must
have gone home with a couple of dozen women.
I enjoyed the sex with all of them, but none of
them were the kind of woman I wanted as a
stepmother.  One of the women that picked me
up at the coffee shop was attractive enough to
please both me and my father, but when I told
her that I was looking for a stepmother, she
informed me that she had no desire to have sex
with a man.  I enjoyed sex with her though, and
didn't want to end our relationship.

	One day she gave me a call on my cell-
phone to tell me that she thought she had
found just the kind of bisexual woman for me.
I made arrangements to meet them as soon as
my school day ended.  My friend picked me up
from school with her friend in the passenger
seat, and introduced me to her friend Gina.  I
was impressed with my friend's choice of
potential stepmother.

	I suspected that she was Brazilian or
something like that.  She had a beautiful golden
tan appearance, with luscious thick dark hair.
Her hair was straight and almost long enough to
reach her waist.  Her eyes were like looking
into dark pools.  Her lips were full and had a
marvelous mischievous smile.

	Sitting in the back seat didn't allow me to
appreciate her figure, but from what I could
see, she had a curviness that would attract the
admiring glances of both male and female.  She
was dressed in stylish clothing suitable for
work or casual shopping outings.  I liked what I
saw from the start.

	While we were heading to the home of my
friend, I asked some questions of Gina to find
out more about her.  By the time we arrived I
knew where she was from, that she was an only
child of a doctor and stay at home mother.  She
had a Bachelor of Science degree and Master's
degree in computer science.  She admitted to
having a strong sexual appetite for anything
sexual, including younger girls.

	The two women escorted me into the
house, where we got comfortable.  Kissing Gina
was enough to assure me that I would enjoy her
breath.  I was bold enough to undress both of
the women.  I loved the lace matching
underwear they had on.  Their bras and panties
did their jobs while allowing me to see the
treasures underneath.  I found it more erotic
to leave their self-supporting nylons and pumps
on.  I was duly impressed with Gina's figure.

	She had a classic hourglass figure without
being overweight.  Her breasts were about a
36-C, that needed no support, and the areolas
were the color of cocoa about the size of a
half-dollar.  The nipples were more than a
quarter inch around.  I wanted to take them
into my mouth right away.

	As she pirouetted in front of me, I
admired the shape of her butt.  It was plump
enough to beg for someone to pat her ass.
When she rotated to face me, my mouth
watered at the sight of her pussy.

	Her pubic hair was straight and naturally
laid against her body and pointed towards her
vagina as if it had been combed that way.  In
her case her inner labia was a darker brown
that protruded beyond her labia major.  Her
clit was also visible.  I envisioned enjoying many
an hours of sucking on her cunt.

	While watching them getting undressed, I
had slowly started undressing myself.  I had
reached under my skirt and pulled my panties
down and stepped out of them.  I had slowly
started unbuttoning my blouse.  After the two
of them had removed all of their clothes they
turned their attention to getting me undressed.
Gina stood in front of me, while the other
woman stood behind me.  Gina finished
unbuttoning my blouse, while the other woman
unfastened my skirt.  As Gina pulled the blouse
off of my shoulders, the other woman was
pulling my skirt down my legs.  I was standing
there in a simple white slip.  They lifted the slip
up my body and over my head.  That revealed
that I was totally naked under the slip.  I
rarely ever wore a bra because I didn't need
one, and I enjoyed having the outline of my
nipples visible through my clothing.

	Gina pressed her body against mine, as she
began kissing me on the mouth.  She was running
her hands up and down my body.  She tested
the resiliency of both of my youthful breasts
with her hands.  The other woman was pressing
the back of my body.  I could feel her breath
on the back of my neck.  She was feeling my
body too.  At one point she reached under my
arm to grasp on of my tits, replacing Gina's
hand.  The other hand molded my butt.  I felt
her fingers between the cheeks of my ass.
That was thrilling in and of itself, but she
zeroed in on my tightly puckered asshole.  She
pressed her finger against my asshole until she
was able to insert her finger all the way up to
her fist.  While she was causing me to wiggle my
butt around, Gina reached down with the hand
that had been playing with my tit, and started
feeling the bulge of my vulva.  She slipped a
finger between the folds of my labia major.  My
labia minor and clitoris were hidden from view
by the labia major, which were swollen forming
the classical look called a camel's toe.  The
minute her finger came in contact with my clit
was an electrifying moment.  I was being
penetrated front and rear at the same time.  I
quickly reached that moment when I was about
to cum.  I was gasping for air and moaning into
Gina's mouth when I experienced my first cum.
My knees almost buckled as a result of the
climax.  They had to support me, as they
maneuvered my body towards the couch.

	While Gina knelt between my legs, and
spread them, to get at my cunt, the other
woman stood on the couch astraddle of my hips.
She supported her body by placing her hands
against the wall, and then she shoved her
incredibly hairy pussy against my face.  While I
sucked on her pussy, Gina was sucking my cunt.
By the time the two of us had cum, I'm sure the
room stunk of female sex.

	Now it was my turn to want to explore all
of the physical attributes of Gina.  I spent so
much time feeling and sucking on her breasts
that they became sensitive to the touch.  When
she complained about them being sore, I
proceeded down her body to her pussy.  I
stroked her hair to test the coarseness, and
find out if she had applied gel to make it
straight.  It really was as straight as it looked.
I do love the smell of a woman's pussy, and
Gina's was no exception.

	I dove in head first, and started sucking
her pussy like a wild thing.  I sucked on her clit
and stuck my tongue as deep into her vagina as
possible.  I swallowed her juices as I ate her.
She was talking the whole time I was eating
her.  I loved hearing her talking to me about
what to do and how it felt.  By the time she
came and recovered my throat felt raw from
swallowing her cum.

	The three of us lounged around discussing
what we liked and didn't like sexually.  I really
did like everything about Gina.  When we had to
part company Gina drove me home.  I
programmed my cell-phone with her phone
numbers, and got her address.

	My next step was to find a way to set my
father up for a date with Gina.  I didn't want
him to think I was matchmaking.  The simplest
way I could figure out for them to meet was at
the grocery store.  When Dad and I were going
shopping, I simply called Gina and asked her to
be at Von's Market at a specific time.  She was
clever enough to bump our shopping carts into
each other while reaching for the same box of
cereal.  That led to them apologizing to each
other.  We kept meeting each other in the
aisles.  She coyly said, "If we keep bumping into
each other like this we might as well shop
together.

	Dad was no fool he jumped on the
opportunity to flirt with such an attractive
lady.  As we traveled up and down the aisles he
explained that he was a widower and introduced
her to me as his daughter.  We smiled and
shook hands as if we were strangers.  After we
made our way through the checkout line and to
our cars, (Which happened to be parked next to
each other,) while we were loading the cars I
suggested that she might like to get a sandwich
with us at a little Jewish Deli.

	Gina accepted.  We locked up the cars and
walked into the deli.  We could keep an eye on
our cars while we sat outdoors eating our
sandwiches.  I excused myself to use the
bathroom, so that Dad could flirt with Gina.  By
the time I returned Dad had her number and
she had agreed to go to dinner with him.

	They dated several times before my dad
made a pass at her.  It was only a matter of
months before he proposed marriage to her.  I
was thrilled to be the maid of honor at their
wedding.  They took a couple of weeks for a
honeymoon.  I stayed home to give them time to
cement their relationship.  During their
absence I indulged in a few seductions myself.

	I'm very excited about their return home.
As soon as Dad goes back to work I plan on
jumping all over Gina.



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