Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 10:46:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cieder Hills (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/F, 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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                    Cedar Hill
                        By
                       Jan

	My name is Felicia.  I'm an average looking young
teen.  My family relocated from southern California
when I was ten-years-old to the Cedar Hills area of
Portland Oregon.  I struggled with all of the rain.  I
came from an area of Orange County that averaged
only 14-inches of rain a year.  Now we lived in an area
that gets that much in 2 or 3 months.

	Being a natural blonde I was able to keep my
hair straightened, but living in an area where the
humidity is always just short of raining all of the time
my hairs natural curliness makes it impossible to keep
my hair straightened.  I was forced to adopt a
hairstyle that was short enough to hide under a
waterproof hat.

	By the time I entered middle school I had
adapted to my surroundings and made friends with my
neighbors and classmates.  I was not the most popular
girl or the shy wallflower.  I can say I was an average
student, with grades good enough to grant me
entrance to most colleges.

	Sex was just starting to become a subject of
interest to me and my girlfriends.  We thought the
boys were far too horny.  If we allowed them to kiss
us while at the movies was one thing, but they always
were trying to feel our budding breasts or get their
hands in our panties.  It was a delicate balance to be
popular enough to be invited to dances without
getting the reputation as a tramp.  The safest thing
was to find a boy we could control and be his
girlfriend.  When he gets too demanding is when you
break off seeing him, and look for another boy you're
able to control.

	My world changed one rainy day.  All of us girls
gathered under the awning to wait for our mothers to
pick us up from school.  I didn't see my mother's car,
and was getting nervous before I saw the car of one
of our neighbors.

	It was the car of Mrs. Cathy Everet.  She was a
young newlywed with an infant living next door to us.
I thought she was an attractive woman, and did enjoy
talking to her.  She had lowered the passenger door
window and was calling out my name.  As I ran to her
car, I was worried because my mother normally
picked me up from school.  Cathy had leaned across
the car to open the door for me, as I opened it and
got in her car.  I was holding my book pack in my lap
as I closed the door and buckled up the seatbelt.

	As Cathy pulled away from the curb I asked,
"Where is my mother?"

	Cathy said, "Your mother asked me to pick you
up, because your grandmother fell and broke her hip.
Your mother had to drive up to Vancouver to help
your grandmother!  She thinks she will be there for a
week or two, to help her after she comes home from
the hospital."

	My first thoughts were about my Granny.  Cathy
assured me that she would be fine, and not to worry.
She explained that as we get older our bones get
brittle.  A fall is enough to break bones, but your
Granny should recover quickly.

	To comfort me she placed her free hand on my
exposed knee.  The touch of her hand was warm
compared to my skin, having been standing in the cold
for several minutes.  Her hand rested on my knee a
little longer than necessary.  I had a uncomfortable
feeling from her touch.  We didn't talk much after
that because she had to concentrate on driving.  It
was raining hard enough that the windshield wipers
hardly kept up with the downpour.  As she pulled into
her driveway she suggested that I think about
running home and packing up some clothes to use
while I stayed with her while my mother was gone.
She took my book bag into her house while I ran next
door to pack a bag with my makeup, pajamas, and
what I thought would be enough clothes for a few
days.

	When I returned to Cathy's house, she showed
me the bedroom I would be using during my mother's
absence.  Cathy's husband was a long haul truck
driver.  He was on the road a lot of the time.  I don't
think I saw him around home more than a few days
out of a month.  Cathy was obviously a lonely woman,
because she developed friendships with all of the
local women.  She had a warm and friendly nature.
She spent a lot of time at our home talking to my
mother.

	She prepared dinner for the two of us while I
set about doing my homework.  She even was good
enough to check my work.  She only made a couple of
suggestions to improve my written assignments.  She
kept the house warm enough to require us to dress
lightly.  We talked about a variety of subjects.  First
was my concern for my grandmother.  We discussed
what we like on TV and our favorite movies.  Sex
became an all-consuming subject.  We discussed what
we observed about males.  She reinforced my feelings
about horny teenaged boys.

	Cathy told me about her growing up.  There was
a very familiar theme between her observations of
males with my own.  Cathy asked me if I had ever
experimented with having sex with my girlfriends.

	I trusted her enough to admit having tried it
with an older girl before my family moved north.  She
told me that she had also experimented sexually with
her girlfriends growing up.  It was not only fun, she
felt more certain that her girlfriends would not go
around telling anyone what they did.

	Cathy asked me if I had developed such
friendships since we had moved to Oregon.  I told her
that I didn't have any girlfriends that I was close
enough to even discuss sex with.  Even thought I was
hardly thought of as just a Californian surfer girl
anymore, some still resented everybody moving to
Oregon, because we competed for jobs and drove up
the cost of living.

	While I was telling her about my feelings, Cathy
wrapped her arm around my shoulders to comfort me.
I felt her body heat, and felt comfortable in her
arms.  The longer we talked the more we had in
common.  At one point to demonstrate her agreement
with something I said she leaned in close and kissed
me on my lips.  It was just a light peck, but the longer
she kissed me the more erotic the kiss became.  She
even bit my lower lip.  I felt compelled to return her
kiss.

	The longer we kissed the more the temperature
seemed to rise.  Being a slender 13-year-old my
breasts were nothing more than small mounds with
small pinkish areolas and nipples, but when she placed
her hand on one of my breasts it was like her hand
was causing an electrical shock.  I didn't have the
nerve to try and remove her hand.  That empowered
her to grow bolder.

	Cathy ran her hand down my body to my waist
and slipped her hand under my knit jersey jumper top.
It felt like my skin was crawling as her hand moved
back up my ribcage to grasp the same tit she had
been feeling.  She started using her finger tip to
manipulate my nipple.  I almost bit her tongue as a
result of the shock of her actions.  Pretty soon she
was pulling my top over my head.  I knew that I
should resist, but what the hell I was horny too.

	Besides Cathy did have nice big tits.  I placed
my hand on her right tit and squeezed it.  She kissed
me all the harder and placed her hand on top of mine
as if she was concerned that I would withdraw my
hand.  She was wearing a knit sweater with buttons
down the middle of her cleavage.  The buttons were
unfastened except for the last two.  It didn't require
much effort on her part to unbutton the last two and
pull both of her tits out of her bra, and exposed both
of them for me to play with.

	I had always admired her breasts, and secretly
speculated what they would look like.  I wondered if
she had small areolas or large ones, if her nipples
were as large as they appeared showing through her
clothes.  I was not disappointed by her tits.  Her
areolas were every bit as large as a coaster and they
were a dimpled mauve color.  Her nipples were
definitely worth sucking on.  I did love the fragrance
of her body lotion or perfume as I buried my nose
between her tits.

	She stroked my hair for a moment before she
cupped her left tit and fed her breast to me.  I
sucked on her tit until I left hickey marks all around
her areolas.  While I was busy with her tits, Cathy
slipped a hand under my dress and up my leg all the
way up to my panties.  She managed to pull the legs
aside and stuck her finger into my wet pussy.  She
diddled my clit for a moment.  Her actions took my
breath away, but she suddenly withdrew her hand and
to my amazement smelled her finger before sticking
her finger into her mouth very coyly.  Then she stood
up and led me to her guest bedroom.

	She pushed me over until I fell backwards
across the bed.  She reached under my dress and
took hold of my panties on either side of my hips and
started pulling my panties down.  I had to raise my
butt up a little by pressing my heels against the edge
of the bed.  I was still young enough to be proud of
my little bush that I had grown over the past of
couple of years.  Even though I am a natural blonde
my pubic bush is darker, it is a darker brown that
almost looks black.

	She hovered over my body and kissed me while
she reached under my back to unhook my bra.  It was
so exciting the way she was rubbing her large breasts
all over my small breasts.  She eventually moved her
head down so that she could suck on my nipples.
While she was switching back and forth between
nipples, she ran her right hand down to my pussy and
probed my cunt.  She was surprised to find that my
hymen was intact.  She asked me if she could be the
one to take my cherry, but I was a little reluctant to
agree because, I thought that was the proof that I
was a virgin.  Cathy assured me that very few girls
had their hymen by my age, because it was common
for them to break from falling and such.  I was not
sure of the truth of her statement.

	She didn't press the subject, but she did move
down my body to start licking my pussy.  Every time
her tongue touched my clit I thought I was going to
pee.  It was so stimulating that I couldn't even hold
my ass still.  I don't know how she could keep her
mouth on my pussy, and why she didn't get her nose
bruised on my pubic bone.  I was panting and moaning
loud enough to wake the dead.

	After sucking my pussy for a while she kept
sucking me, while she pulled up her dress over her
back.  Then she turned her body around.  I was
surprised by the fact that she didn't have panties on
at all.  I swear that I could smell her pussy even
before she swung her leg over my head and lowered
her shaved pussy down to my face.  At first I was
reluctant to lick her pussy the way she was licking
mine, but she started rubbing her wet pussy all over
my face.  My face was covered with her juice.  I was
sure my makeup was smeared all over my face.  I gave
up and started licking her pussy and swallowing her
juice.  My throat felt a little raw from swallowing so
much cum juice.

	Eventually it was late enough that we agreed
that we should go to bed.  We simply took off all of
our clothes and got under the covers of the guest
bed.  I had a hard time going to sleep because my
nose was full of the smell of her pussy.  Our bodies
were intertwined.  It was very comforting to feel her
body heat.  I think we woke up three more times and
sucked pussy all over again.

	Cathy was my acting mother for the week and a
half while mother was at Grandma's.  We were naked
as soon as she got me home from school.  I think it
was the third day that I allowed her to take my
hymen with her finger.  She licked up any trace of
blood, before she fucked me with a strap-on dildo.

	I can honestly say that I was broken hearted
when mother came home, and I had to move into my
own bed.  I tried to visit Cathy almost every day; if
for nothing more than to kiss her.  I couldn't help
from being jealous when her husband was home.

	There was one time I ran over to her house to
ask her to drive me to school because mother was too
sick with the flu.  Her husband had already gone to
work.  I asked her to take me to school, but she was
still in her nightgown.  She hoisted it up and insisted
that I eat her pussy before she would get dressed to
take me to school.  I couldn't believe how wet she
was.  When she had an orgasm she told me that her
husband had fucked her before getting out of bed.  I
had just ate both of their cum.

	Because of my preoccupation with Cathy I was
neglecting my best friend from school.  Until I
started my relationship with Cathy my closest friend
had been Ruth, a nice looking brunet that had
befriended me as soon as I entered school.  We often
spent the night at each other's home, and sat up all
night telling each other all of our secrets.

	Ruth confronted me at school because I had
been ignoring her, and had not talked to her in weeks.
I couldn't tell her about Cathy, but I promised to
spend the night at her house.

	When we were in her bedroom she accused me
of seeing some guy.  I assured her that I was not
seeing any guys.  She kept pressing me to explain why
I was ignoring her.  I tried to tell her that she would
not like to hear the truth.  She kept pressing me, so I
finally said, "I have become a lesbian!"

	That stopped her from speaking for a moment.
Then she asked, "How do you know?"

	"I have been having sex with the a married
woman for the past few months!  I love it!"

	Tears welled up in Ruth's eyes, "I fell in love
with you the moment the teacher introduced you, the
first day you entered our class, but I have never
done anything like that before."

	I told her, "I can teach you how to make love to
a girl!"

	We started hugging and kissing while we cried
like babies.  We started pawing at each other's
breasts while we kissed, and started undressing each
other.  She may not have ever had sex with another
girl, but she sure learned quickly.  We finger fucked
each other several times before we started eating
pussy.  Ruth was a happy girl by morning.  We
showered together in the morning while her mother
was making breakfast for us.  I felt sheepish because
I suspected her mother knew what we had been doing
most of the night.  Nothing was ever said though.

	My mother was no fool, and eventually she
became suspicious of my relationship with Cathy.
Anyone could tell by the way I worshipped her that I
was in love with her.  Even I was worried that people
would figure out that that we were having sex with
each other.

	Mother stopped me one afternoon when I
announced that I was going over to Cathy's house.
She asked me, "Are you and Cathy doing anything I
should know about?"

	I tried to play innocent about what she was
asking.  She didn't press the point.  So I ran next
door on the pretense of helping her with cooking a
special dinner for her husband's return home from a
week on the road.

	Of course we were sucking pussy and even
tongue fucking each other's assholes before I had to
make my departure and returned home.  We had made
love so many times I forgot to wash up before going
home.  BIG MISTAKE!

	When I entered the house, Mother confronted
me.  She hugged and kissed me.  Her reaction was to
hold me at arm's length, "Your body stinks of Cathy's
perfume and your face smells of her pussy!  Don't tell
me you haven't been sucking her pussy!  Because you
are a minor I could have her jailed for contributing
the corruption of a minor!"

	I broke down crying, and started sobbing, "She
didn't corrupt me!  I love Cathy!"

	"She is guilty in the eyes of the law regardless
of who seduced whom, and would be sent to jail for
many years!"

	"MOTHER YOU CAN'T DO THAT, I LOVE
CATHY!"

	"Honey, don't you realize that she is just using
you as a sexual toy in the absence of her husband.  If
he is fucking women on the road he could bring home
sexually transmittable diseases, and give them to
Cathy, and then she could give them to you!"

	That gave me pause to think, I remembered the
morning I ate her pussy and got a mouth full of his
cum.

	She sent me to bed with a glimmer of hope, by
saying that she would think about it before she did
anything.  I couldn't challenge her any farther.  I
gave up and went upstairs to get ready for bed.  I
struggled with sleep that never came, because I was
thinking about the meaning of my mother's words.
What decision would Mother come to, would she
forgive Cathy and me or would she inform the law?
In my childish mind I was thinking of running away
from home if she turned Cathy in!

	At the time I had no way of knowing that as
soon as she sent me upstairs to bed she went next
door.  When Cathy admitted Mother into her home,
Mother confronted her about her having sex with me.
Cathy was without any means to defend herself.  She
was trapped and knew that there was nothing she
could say that would save her ass.  Whatever Mother
said to Cathy left her powerless to defend herself
from Mother's wrath!

	Cathy just sat there very contrite as Mother
threatened her.  At some point my mother offered an
olive branch, "Since you made my daughter eat your
pussy, it's only fair that you eat my pussy!"

	Cathy felt powerless to do anything, and
resigned herself to do whatever Mother demanded.
Sucking my Mother's pussy would be a pleasure.  I
knew nothing about these proceedings at the time.

	It was a few days later that Mother picked me
up after school as usual.  Nothing was said beyond
how school went as we headed home.  I was still
feeling depressed because I had not seen Cathy or
had sex with my girlfriend, Ruth, for too long.

	Upon entering the house I dropped my book bag
off at the family office on my way upstairs to change
clothes before coming back down to do my homework.
Mother followed me up the stairs.  I didn't think
anything about her following me because I knew it
was laundry day.  I assumed she was gathering up the
sheets to wash.

	When I opened my bedroom door I was greeted
by the sight of Cathy lying on my bed totally naked.
The bedding was on the floor.  There was just the
fitted sheet and my pillows on the bed.  Cathy
motioned for me to approach the bed with her finger
very sexually.  I looked at my mother in puzzlement,
and she simply smiled at me as she placed her hand on
my butt to push me towards the bed.  As I stumbled
towards the side of the bed, Mother began helping
me out of my clothes.  It only took a few moments
before I was as naked as the day I was born.  I put
my knees on the bed and mounted the bed next to
Cathy.

	She took me in her arms and pulled me tightly
against her warm body.  I was totally confused about
what was going on.  I whispered in Cathy's ear, "What
is going on?"

	She said softly, "Your mother and I have come
to an understanding.  I assured her that the only time
my husband is allowed to fuck me is after he has had
a medical checkup.  Any other time I insist he use a
condom.  I do want children but sure as hell don't
want him to infect me!"

	Mother sat on the foot of my bed to watch
what Cathy and I were doing.  Cathy was giving me
wet kisses while she felt me up.  I surrendered to the
moment and returned her kisses.

	Mother asked me if I had a girlfriend that I
was also having sex with, so I told her about Ruth.
She asked me if she would be interested in a little
party.  I was sure Ruth would enjoy sex with us.  Mom
handed me her cell phone and told me to call her and
tell her that she would pick her up.

	When Ruth answered the phone I asked her if
she would like to visit me.  When Ruth agreed I told
her that my mother would pick her up in about
fifteen minutes.  Mother left us alone to pick up
Ruth.  While she was gone Cathy and I made up for
lost time.  We couldn't get enough of each other's tits
and pussies.

	When mother returned with Ruth in tow, Cathy
and I were in a hot 69 position sucking each other's
pussy for the second time.  Ruth stood there in the
bedroom door stunned by the sight of me eating the
pussy of my adult neighbor.  She started to turn
around as if she wanted to leave, but Mother was
standing behind her.

	Mom took her in her arms and turned her
around to make her watch the action, as she placed
her hands on Ruth's breasts and squeezed them.
Ruth surrendered to my mother.

	Mom quickly stripped Ruth of all of her clothes
and sat her on the bed next to me.  Ruth sat there
watching while mother removed all of her clothes.
The bed was crowded with four people on it, even if
two of us were small young teenagers.  Mother made
love to Ruth while Cathy was making love to me.

Later I learned about how Cathy had seduced Mother.
Ruth became Mother's lover while I continued being
Cathy's lover.  Ruth and I also enjoyed sucking each
other's pussy too.



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