Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2015 19:16:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dyke and Kitten (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/f, FF/ff

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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               Dyke and the Kitten
                       By
                      Jan

      I have never had any delusions about my looks.  I
was the girl in school that was shunned by both males
and females.  My classmates gave me the nick-name
"Big Bertha."  I was always taller than most of my
classmates and was heavier than all of them.  When
we entered puberty it became even worse.

      My mother had my hair cropped short for ease in
maintenance.  Wearing jeans covered up how hairy my
legs were.  But when we entered high school I had to
change clothes in the girl's locker room into gym
clothes.  My pubic bush led a tail all the way up to my
navel, and hairs joined my thighs to add to the hair on
my legs.  I even had hairs between my breasts and my
brown areolas were ringed with hairs too.

      I accepted that I wouldn't have friends in school.
I simply dedicated my time to trying to graduate
from high school in three years.  My student
councilor was the closest thing I had to a friend.  She
took pity on me.  She even came to my home to meet
my parents in our natural surroundings.  I had no idea
that Mss. Adams was a lesbian until she invited me to
her home on afternoon.

      It came as complete surprise to me when she
kissed me on the mouth, and started feeling me up.
No one had ever shown any interest in having sex with
me.  What she was doing felt wonderful, so I did my
best to do everything possible to please her!  By the
end of my junior/senior year I was a confirmed
lesbian.

      In college I discovered there were plenty of girls
and women that were attracted to hairy dykes, so I
fit in tight away.  When my friends and I would go
bar hoping around the campus neighborhood I would
occasionally bring home a girl that would be turned
off when they saw how hairy I am, those evenings
didn't end well.

      I learned to accept who I am and didn't bother
trying to hide the fact that I am a dyke.  I earned an
accounting degree from a prestigious university, but
was bored sitting on my ass in a cubical, so I quit and
actually sought out and got a job driving a United
Parcel Service delivery truck.  I didn't mind wearing
the nasty greenish-brown shirt and shorts, but I hate
wearing the black socks.  I actually like wearing the
gum soled work boots.

      I found a modest little old apartment that had
been a motel in its day.  It was built in a horseshoe
shape with a pool in the middle, but the pool had been
filled in because the maintenance and insurance were
not worth it.  The shrubbery was overgrown to the
point that it was breaking up the planters.  I actually
like the way the plants in front of my apartment
obscured it almost completely.

      I didn't bother trying to befriend my neighbors.
Most of them were old ladies living on their deceased
husband's retirements.  The turnover of occupancy
insured that there was at least a ten percent
vacancy.  I hardly noticed when a mother and
teenaged daughter moved in to one of the empty
apartments.

      I couldn't help notice the amount of empty gin and
vodka bottles that were being added to the
dumpster.  The woman may have been an attractive
woman in her youth, but time and her lifestyle had
taken its toll.  Her daughter was a sweet looking
chubby girl with dark hair, and skin that was a truly
flawless creamy white.  I would guess that she was no
more than twelve or thirteen.  I didn't take much
interest in either of them. After all I had a few
women friends that I dated.

      I did notice that the women would come home
late at night staggeringly drunk, on the arm of s
variety of equally drunk men.  At times the arguing
could be heard across the court.  One Saturday
afternoon while I was doing my laundry in the
communal laundry-mate the woman came in with her
laundry basket.  She reeked of booze as she sorted
out her laundry.  It took her a little while to started
talking after our perfunctory greeting.

     "You are the UPS drive across the court from my
apartment!"

      "Yes."

      "I'm sure that you're aware that I entertain men,
and it doesn't always end well.  Some of the bastards
even try to molest Cathy, my daughter.  I would like
to impose on you to allow Cathy to sleep on your couch
when I have company?"

      "Are you sure you want me to look after your
daughter?  Don't you know that I'm a lesbian?"

      "Of course I know!  I've seen the women that visit
you're apartment.  I could tell which ones are just
buddies of yours and which ones are your girlfriends.
I hope that I can trust you to simply let Cathy sleep
on your couch, so that my drunken dates are not
tempted to molest her."

      "I have to think about that!  I will let you know
when I make up my mind."

      I knew that if I allowed the girl to sleep on my
couch would probably turn nasty any time the
alcoholic mother wanted to accuse me of seducing her
daughter, even if there was no truth to her
accusations.

      It was only a matter of a couple of nights before
I heard a ruckus coming from their apartment.
There was yelling and the sound of crashing ceramics.
When I opened my door to check out the noise I
witnessed a man exiting the apartment with his shirt
in hand and he was holding up his open pants with the
other hand.  He was being followed by the drunken
woman in only a wrinkled satin slip.  I felt obligated to
rush to her aid, even though I was repulsed by her
lifestyle.

      After we heard the sound of a car's tires
screeching as the man made his hasty exit we
returned to their apartment.  The woman sat on the
couch next to her daughter.  The couch was made up
for sleeping, but the sheets were a rumpled mess.  I
sat in the chair facing the couch as the woman
started telling me about what had happened.

      Apparently the woman had brought home drunk
she had picked up at a cheap western bar.  Cathy was
already asleep on the couch by the time they
stumbled into the bedroom.  She didn't care to go
into all of the details, but apparently after the man
finished using her he left money on the nightstand
and started getting dressed to leave.  Shortly after
he left the bedroom, Cathy screamed, "Don't touch
me down there!"

      Her mother came rushing out of the bedroom and
saw the man standing over Cathy's exposed body from
the waist down and his cock in hand.  The enraged
mother flew into action, screaming and hurling
anything she could get her hands on at the man as he
fled the apartment.

      I assumed that would be a wakeup call to her, and
she would make a dramatic change in her lifestyle,
but it didn't.  She continued bringing home drunks.
That was when I agreed to allow Cathy to sleep on my
couch when her mother was entertaining.

      One evening Cathy knocked on my door with
sheets and a pillow in her arms.  I move the coffee
table to give her more room to make a bed on the
couch.  Nothing much was said that evening.  In the
morning when I got dressed and made my way past
Cathy on my way to the kitchenette I couldn't help
admire her legs sticking out from under the blanket
and sheet.  I had to remind myself that I was not a
pedophile.  I made breakfast for her before sending
her home to get ready for school.  For several weeks
Cathy spent her nights in my apartment as a regular
guest.  I even had an extra key made for her, so that
she could let herself in when I wasn't home.

      One evening after Cathy had made her bed on the
couch there was a knock at the door.  When I
answered the door it was Maxine a fellow UPS driver.
She was also a dyke friend of mine.  We had spent
many an evening cruising the local lesbian bars picking
up feminine pussy.

      Maxine looked at Cathy and simply asked, "When
did you become a pedophile?"

      "You know me better than that.  Cathy spends the
nights here while her mother is entertaining men, so
don't make any rude remarks!"

      She responded with," Excuse me for my dirty
mind!"

      I dismissed her comments and offered her a cup
of coffee.  We simply went into the kitchenette area
to have our coffee while I turned the lights out in
the living room, but adjoining kitchenette area would
provide enough light for Cathy to make her way to
the bathroom.

      We tried to keep our conversation quiet enough
to allow Cathy to get to sleep.  Maxine eventually
made her exit with a simple kiss on the mouth and
asking me to call her when I wasn't babysitting.

      One afternoon while I was carrying a couple of
bags of groceries from the garage to my apartment I
bumped into Cathy's mother.  She commented that
she was taking Cathy to diner and a movie, so she
wouldn't need to sleep at my place tonight.

      I gave Maxine a call and assured her that I
wouldn't be babysitting that night.  After work
Maxine and I had diner together before coming back
to my place.  We went straight to the bedroom and
undressed each other.  We spent the night eating
each other's pussy and fucking each other with strap-
on dildos.  In the morning we woke up in plenty of
time to get ready for work.  Maxine bitched about
having to wear the same underwear two days in a row.
I swatted her on her white freckled butt, and sent
her off to use the bathroom first.

      When Maxine returned to the bedroom she
commented, "When I made my way to the bathroom I
noticed the baby blues of your young friend looking at
my butt."

      I almost panicked wondering what time Cathy had
let herself in, and how much she had heard.  I
scampered into the bathroom in an effort limit
Cathy's view of my naked body.  When Maxine and I
were finished getting dressed we joined Cathy in the
living room.  Cathy was already dressed and was
finishing folding up her bedding.  We didn't say
anything about what had happened last night.  We
took her to breakfast at a local dinner.  Cathy walked
to school and Maxine and I drove our cars to work.

      The next evening when Cathy came over with her
bedding in hand she wanted to talk to me.  She asked
me, "Is Maxine your lesbian lover?"

      "Maxine and I do party with each other
occasionally!  Does that bother you?"

      "No...I was just wondering what it is like to have
sex with a woman.  It seems so nasty the way my
mother has sex with men.  I've seen her sucking
cocks, being tit fucked, fucked in her pussy and
asshole.  The sounds and smells are so repulsive I
don't understand why my mother wants to be treated
that way."

      "Honey I am not the one to offer advice to
anyone.  I was always a plus sized female.  In school I
suffered the rude nick names bestowed on me.  Boys
teased me at best and were physically abusive at
worst.  The girls were no better.  The teased me, and
when we were in high school they told everyone what
I looked like naked while changing in gym class."

      "The first person to ever show an interest in me
was an older woman.  When she introduced me to sex
I can only say I found my calling!"

      "Would you be willing to teach me?"

      "Honey...I wouldn't be comfortable doing that, and
if your mother found out she could have me charged
with contributing to the delinquency of a minor.  I
could go to jail and have to register as a pedophile
the rest of my life."

      Cathy let it drop, and we prepared to go to bed
for the night.  When she took her bath and emerged
in her nightgown I couldn't help looking at her with an
eye to evaluate her as a sexual object.

      When I went to bed I struggled to get to sleep.
Just I finally managed to drift off to sleep I
suddenly woke up when I felt a draft on my body.  It
took me a moment to become aware of where I was
and what was going on.

      Cathy was getting in bed with me.  I could make
out that she was naked by the moonlight filtering
through the window.  I tried to prevent her from
getting under the covers, but she was already
between my legs.  There was no stopping her from
kissing my pussy.

      I was embarrassed that she was seeing just how
hairy my body was.  There are only a few women that
are turned on by a woman as hairy as I am.  I assumed
that Cathy would be repulsed by the sight of a woman
as hairy as the most hairy men.

      Cathy placed her hands on my thighs and spread
my legs even wider.  Her face was between my legs
looking up at me with her big blue eye and long
eyelashes.  I marveled at the way he sucked my
clitoris.  She sucked on my clit like it was a nipple on a
tit.  I tried to tell her that she shouldn't be doing
that to me, but she was not to be denied.  I didn't
watch the clock but I couldn't help noticing that from
the time she started sucking my pussy until I had a
wet orgasm more than a half hour had passed.  By the
time she started switching between sucking my clit to
sticking her tongue into my wet cunt I was begging
her to never stop.  As soon as I recovered I reached
down and put my hands under her armpits and pulled
her up on top of my body.

      I couldn't resist kissing her on the mouth.  I could
taste the juices from my own pussy all over her face,
but her mouth also tasted of minty toothpaste.  She
kissed my neck and worked her way down to my
breasts.

      I always felt uncomfortable with my breasts,
because as large as my body is my breasts are just a
38-B size.  Having my areolas ringed with hair also
added to my reluctance to allow women to suck my
tits.  I do have a few women friends like Maxine that
get off making love to a hairy woman like me.

      When Cathy started licking the hairs around my
areolas I found it exciting the way Cathy seemed to
relish the hair around my nipples.  I felt very
motherly towards this angelic plus sized dark haired
girl with the large blue eyes.

      The motherly feeling quickly passed as my sexual
desires made me so fucking horny.  I rolled her over
onto her back and smothered her body with my own.
I kissed her mouth with a sexual passion I could only
remember having for the first adult woman that was
my first lover.  As young as she was her breasts were
large than mine.  They were alabaster creamy orbs
with thin blue blood veins on them.  Her areolas were
about three inches around in a dark mauve color, and
capped by fat nipples.  I couldn't resist sucking on
them.

      Cathy was moaning and begging me to suck harder.
I had to find out what her pussy tasted like of
course.  I pulled her up until she was clinging to the
windowsill over the bed and her thighs were
straddling my head.  It was so exciting to have
Cathy's labia spread over my mouth from nose to chin.
I did everything possible to make her cum.  I kept
eating her pussy as she experienced three orgasms.
To make sure she had a fourth orgasm I stick a
finger up her ass while sucking on her clit again.  It
was so exciting going to sleep with the warm body of
this sweet girl.

      Cathy started coming over every night, even when
her mother was not entertaining men.  It was only a
matter of time before her mother came to the
conclusion that I had seduced her daughter, but
rather than fly off the handle she approached the
two of us one afternoon.  You could have knocked me
over with a feather when she asked Cathy, "would you
like to live with Roberta?

      Cathy and I were both stunned by her question.
It took Cathy a moment to recover and tell her
mother that he would love to live with me.

      Her mother went on to explain that her latest
boyfriend had asked her to marry him and wanted to
move back to Texas, and take her with him.  He
doesn't know I have a teenaged daughter, so if you
like I will give Roberta custody of you, if that id
agreeable with you, Roberta?"

      It stunned me that she was actually giving her
daughter to me.  I thought about the implications of
becoming an instant mother.  As much as I enjoyed
making love to her, it would also mean an end to my
dating other women.  I couldn't pass up the
opportunity of become both mother and lover of this
angelic girl, so I accepted her offer.

      It took a couple of days to move all of Cathy's
belongings to my apartment and complete the
paperwork giving me custody of Cathy.  It was mind
bending.  Both of us were in a daze until her mother
packed up her belongings and piled into the Ford crew
cab pickup one morning.

      It was like a honeymoon for the next month.
Cathy slept in my bed every night, and we made love
until we were exhausted.  I introduced her to being
fucked by my dildos.  I even introduced her to anal
sex.  We started out by me rimming her asshole until
she had an orgasm.  Of course she had to taste my
hairy asshole, and learned to get off doing it to me.
It took me a little while before she got used to
having me stick my strap-on up her ass.

      Eventually Maxine corned me at work and asked
why I had been avoiding her lately.  I told her that I
had custody of Cathy now, and I couldn't fuck around
anymore.  Maxine was put out with me.

      One night Maxine came knocking on my door.  She
was more than a little drunk, and she had a rather
young looking drunk girl in tow.  She announced that
she wanted to share her new girlfriend with us.
After making her announcement she lifted the girls
skirt to show us the girl's pussy.  The dark blonde
pubic hair was shaved into a little triangle.  She stuck
a finger in the girl's cunt and jilled her briefly before
waving the slimy finer under Cathy and my nose.

      I was shocked by the way Maxine was acting, but
Cathy actually opened her mouth to taste Maxine's
finger.  That turned into one hell of a hot night.

      Clothes were shed, and Cathy found out what it
was like to have sex with another dyke and a girl not
much older than herself.  She learned to enjoy sex
with other females, but I was always her favorite.
She loved licking my hairy body.


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