Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 12:23:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Elizabeth (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, f/F

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral anal, f/F

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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                    Elizabeth
                       By
                      Jan

	I was very disappointed with my parents
because of their hypocrisy.  My father was a
womanizer without shame, and my mother accepted
his behavior by acting as if it were not going on.  It
was as if she feared being a divorced woman more
than putting up with his behavior.  I hated him, and
made no bones about it, and I was disgusted with my
mother's weakness.  I hated even coming home from
middle school.

	Eventually Father made one of his young
conquests pregnant.  There was a messy divorce, so
that he could start a new family.  Even with the
alimony he provided mother, she was obliged to seek
employment.

	When my girlfriends became boy crazy, and
talked about nothing but boys they liked, and how to
make themselves attractive to the boys, I started
avoiding talking to them.  I witnessed guys that were
dating one girl cheating on them with other girls.
There was no one I could discuss my feelings with.

	I didn't understand human sexuality.  I wanted
to find out why men were such bastards, and why
women felt that it was necessary to attract them
only to put up with their cheating.  Since I didn't have
any relatives close by that I could discuss my feeling
with, or trusted teachers, I turned to reading.

	The school library or the public library didn't
have any books that satisfied my curiosity about why
men cheated and women accepted it.  I knew of a
bookstore in the city that was known for its explicit
sexual material, so I decided to visit that store.

	I was 14-years-old at the time and as tall as
most women, but was sure that I needed to look older
to avoid being prevented from browsing in the adult
section.  Before catching the bus into town I selected
attire that was more adult than the normal attire of
a young teenager, and put on makeup like an adult
woman.  Just the same I was very nervous when I
entered the store.

	When I entered I made my way to the back of
the store where the sleazy adult section was more or
less hidden in the back of the store.  I was a little
embarrassed about sneaking into the narrow aisles to
select books with titles that attracted me to read
them without actually buying them.

	I discovered that the book shelves were
arranged by subject matter.  I had no interest in the
bondage or sadomasochism sections.  The male gay
section didn't interest me either, but when I came to
the lesbian section I started reading the titles.  I
reasoned that if I didn't like the way men behaved
that I might find happiness with other women that
shared my revulsion with the behavior of men.

	There were very few patrons in the store at 4
o'clock.  I avoided eye contact with anyone in the area
just the same.  I selected a book with a title that
professed how a young teenager found happiness in
the arms of an older woman.  I quickly read through
the pages and was fully absorbed in the story.  I
didn't even notice the presence of the other woman
nearby.  As the women selected a book only to return
it to the shelves, she moved closer towards me.  I
was alerted by the clicking of high heels on the
wooden floor, and noticed her movement out of the
corner of my eye.  I looked at her without turning my
head.

	She was about the same height as me, but was
obviously a mature woman that I would have guessed
was anywhere between 35 and 45 years old.  She was
dressed like a business woman.  By that I mean she
had on a dark gray suit.  The skirt was mid-thigh.
The suit coat was set off by a teal blouse with a
white transparent scarf around her neck.  Her
brunette hair was straight and hung well down her
back, and each side of her head was circled by hair.
I noticed the fragrance of her perfume as she slowly
moved in my direction.  I held my breath as she
moved behind me.  I expected her to move on behind
me to the shelves on the other side of me, but she
stopped right behind me as if she was reading my
book over my shoulder.

	Then I felt her hand rest on my butt.  I almost
pissed my panties.  I froze in my tracks.  I didn't
know what to do.  The woman had her head so close to
my head that I could feel her breath on my neck.
She whispered in my ear, "I do love sweet attractive
young girls like you!"

	With that, I felt her slip her other hand around
my waist and follow my ribcage up to my 36-C
breasts.  She took hold of my right tit with her right
hand, and squeezed.  It took all of my effort to
breathe.  I felt her left hand pulling up the back of
my skirt, and the feel of her hand on the back of my
panties as she squeezed my ass.  I was starting to
sweat, but suddenly another person entered the aisle
we were in.

	The woman was standing behind me, blocking the
view of what she was doing to me.  She simply allowed
my skirt to fall, and she moved her right hand to my
hip until the man passed by and turned the corner.
Then she lifted my skirt again, and stuffed her hand
down the back of my panties.  I felt her slip her
finger between the cheeks of my butt, until she
found my tight little sphincter.  I could hardly stand
still while she played with my asshole.  Just when I
thought my knees would buckle, she pulled her hand
out of my panties, and lifted her hand up to her nose
and smelled her fingers.

	My cheeks were tingling.  I knew I was blushing
like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

	The woman used her right hand to pull the front
of my skirt up and stuffed her hand down the front
of my panties.  This time her fingers found my clit
just beneath the brown cushion of pubic hair covering
my vulva.  She masturbated me, forcing me to
breathe hard.  When I came I felt wetness between
my legs.  She withdrew her hand and smelled her
fingers.  Then she held her fingers under my nose,
allowing me to smell my own juice, before sticking her
fingers into my mouth.  I tasted my own juice.

	She whispered in my ear, "Follow me!"

	It was a simple statement, more of a command.
She headed towards the exit without looking back.  I
followed her without question.  She led me to the
parking lot around the corner.  There was only one car
in the lot, a late model Mercedes Coupe.  She used
her remote to open the doors, and held the door for
me to enter.  As soon as she closed the door she
circled the car, and got behind the wheel.  As soon as
she was buckled in, she started the car.  As she was
driving me wherever she was going she said, "Honey,
my name is Martha!  What is your name, sweetie?"

	"Elisabeth." I managed to say.

	"Have you ever had a date with an older woman
before?" she asked.

	"No." I said.

	I saw her smile widen, "I do love being the first!
I couldn't resist approaching you when I saw you
enter the store, and worked your way to the lesbian
section."

	I didn't even question where she was taking me.
She drove us to a residential area of the city, and
pulled into the driveway of a ranch style house with a
double garage in front.  She used a remote to open
the garage door and drove in.  The door closed behind
us, as we got out of the car.  We entered the house
through a side door.  It was a warm spacious home
that smelled like a delicious soup cooking.  It was an
open floor plan that allowed me to see the open
kitchen, dining area and family room.  She led me to
the family area and had me sit on a sectional couch.
She asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

	I said, "Anything."

	She went to the fridge and took out a bottle
and an ice tray.  She used her hip to close the door as
she moved to a counter..  She got a couple of glasses
from the cabinet and deposited a couple of ice cubes
in them.  She returned the ice tray to the fridge and
she removed another bottle.  She poured equal parts
from the bottles before returning them to the
fridge.  She rejoined me in the family area, and
handed me a glass.  One sip sent a stinging aroma of
strong alcohol up my nose.  That first sip was strong
enough to burn my throat.

	As she sat down next to me, by tucking one leg
under her right leg in such a way that she could turn
her body slightly to her left to face me.  "If you don't
mind telling me, how old are you, Elisabeth?"

	It never occurred to me to lie.  "I'm fourteen."

	Martha beamed, "I can't tell you how much it
thrills me to have your company!  There is nothing like
being the first love of a young girl!  I want to teach
you all of the ways girls can please each other!"

	The second sip of the drink went down easier,
and my cheeks felt tingly.  I didn't say anything, as
she placed her finger tips on my arm.  It felt like
ants crawling up and down my arm.

	She virtually swallowed all of the liquid in her
glass, and sat the empty glass on the coffee table in
front of us.  When she turned back to me, she placed
her fingers on my cheek and turned my head towards
her, as she kissed me on the mouth.

	Her hand slipped down my neck and across my
collarbone as her hand slipped into the bodice of my
dress.  She found the underside of my tit and she
pulled my tit out of my dress.  She bent down and
took my nipple into her mouth, while she fished out
the other tit.  The tight fitting bodice and bra
forced my tits together and upwards.  She went from
one nipple to the other, driving me to distraction with
her mouth and tongue.

	My panties were wet, and my nose was filled
with the smell of her perfume.  Her hair was right
under my nose, and I could smell the fragrance of a
strawberry shampoo in her hair.  I still had the glass
in my left hand, but I had no idea what to do with my
right hand.  It was just resting on her back, while she
was sucking on my nipples.

	I don't know why, but I lifted my left hand to
my mouth and swallowed all of the liquid in the glass.
I was not able to lean forward to place the glass on
the table, so I simply sat it on the cushion to my left.
That freed up my left hand to stroke her head.

	She eventually sat up and kissed me on the lips
before she stood up in front of me, and removed her
jacket.  She folded the coat and placed it on a nearby
chair.  Next she removed the scarf, before she
turned her skirt around, so that she could unfasten
and pull down the zipper.  It was still a tight fit to
pull the skirt down over her hips.  She stepped out of
it, and folded it just as carefully as she had the
jacket, and placed it on top of the coat.  She
unbuttoned the teal blouse and draped it over the
skirt.  That left her standing there in a mauve
colored matching lace bra and hip hugger panties.
She had on dark self-supporting nylons, and three
inch heels.

	I was mesmerized by the sight of such a
beautiful and confident woman.  I wondered what she
was going to do next.  It was torture waiting to see
what she was going to take off next.

	She turned her back to me and asked,
"Elizabeth, would you be a dear, and unhook my bra
for me?"

	My hands were trembling as I reached up and
unhooked the bra.  She pulled the shoulder straps off
both shoulders, and placed her crossed hands on each
cup as she turned to face me.  "Do you want to see my
tits, Baby?"

	I sat there stunned, and nodded my head.

	"Ask me, nicely!"

	"Please, Martha let me see your breasts!"

	She smiled, leaned forward and kissed me
lightly on the lips.  As she stood up, she lowered her
hands allowing the bra to fall away exposing her
marvelous breasts.  They were definitely not
enhanced with implants, because they sagged
naturally.  Her flesh was an even creamy flesh tone,
without a flaw.  Her areolas were the size of the
bottom of the old fashion glass she had been drinking
from, and her nipples were the size of an average
grape, and they were a dark smoky brown color.  I
wanted to feel them, but was afraid to be that bold.

	Martha stood right between my legs and lifted
her left tit, as she leaned forward and placed the
nipple into my mouth.  I sucked on it while feeling the
right one.  She let me do that for a short time, but
she pulled away, so that she could sit back down on
the couch.  She turned my body around so that I
could rest my head on her lap.  Then she hand fed me
her left nipple.  I lay there sucking on her nipple like
a baby.

	While I lay there with my eyes closed, sucking
her tit, Martha reached down and worked my skirt up,
so that she could rub my pussy through my panties.
In a short time the material was slimy wet.  She
eventually slipped her hand down the waistband of my
panties to play with my pussy.  I was making animal
noises, because she was stimulating my clitoris so
much.

	With my head resting in her lap, I could tell she
was getting excited, because I could smell the aroma
of her pussy.  I could only stand that for so long.
Luckily Martha wanted to get me out of my clothes,
as much as I wanted out of them.  She stood me up,
and stood behind me as she unzipped the back of my
dress.  She was careful to handle the dress in a
protective manner.  She placed it on top of her
clothes.

	All I had on was a bra, pantyhose, panties, and
my own high heels.  As a 14-year-old my 36-B sized
breasts really didn't need a bra, but I had worn one
to enhance the size of my breasts to give the
impression that I was older.  I can describe my
breasts as being pear shaped.  The areolas are pink
little bulbs with inverted nipples on top of my round
breasts.  While I was embarrassed by the youthful
shape of my breasts, Martha was over joyed with my
tits.

	She swooped down on them like a leopard
devours a baby antelope.  I felt like a baby in her
strong arms.  She picked me up bodily while her
mouth was clinging to my right breast.  She carried
me to her bedroom.  When she sat me on her bed, she
pulled my panties off of me, and started rolling the
pantyhose down.  She had to stop long enough to
remove my pumps before she could pull the hose free
of my feet.  The next thing she did was to spread my
legs. So that she could study my pussy.  When she
spread my labia minor with her fingers she was
thrilled to find that I was a virgin.

	I had been masturbating for several years, but
I had never tried to stick anything into my pussy.

	Martha kneeled on the floor and proceeded to
lick my pussy, suck on my clit, and even stick her
tongue as deep as my hymen would allow.  She even
licked my asshole.  I couldn't believe she would do
that, but it was thrilling to feel her tongue lapping at
my puckered asshole.  She worked on my pussy until I
let out a wild cry as I had the strongest orgasm of
my life to date.

	She lied on top of me and smothered me with
wet kisses.  I could smell the aroma of my own pussy
all over her face.

	It was thrilling to feel her warmth against my
body.  If I had any doubts about sucking pussy, she
had dispelled any objection I could have thought of.
I turned towards her and started kissing her face,
while feeling her breasts.  I worked my way down her
neck to her breasts.  I did my best to suck all of her
areolas into my mouth, as if I could have sucked her
tits completely into my mouth.

	I don't know what inspired me to straddle her
left leg and started rubbing my pussy against her
thigh, and my left thigh against her cunt.  It elicited
moans of joy from her.

	There was no way I was not going to eat her
pussy.  I pulled her to the edge of the bed, so that I
could kneel on the floor between her legs, and have
full access to her pussy.  I buried my nose in the
warmth of her moist cunt.  I felt her juices being
sucked up my nose, while I was drilling my tongue into
the depth of her cunt.  I even stuck my nose into her
cunt.  In doing so my mouth was right in line with her
asshole.  I couldn't resist finding out what her
asshole tasted like.

	We made love to each other until we were
exhausted.  There came a time when I knew I had to
get dressed and go home.  I hated to do it, but I had
to.  We both got dressed and Martha drove me home.
We exchanged phone numbers and kissed each other
before I got out of her car.

	I completely forgot that my body and clothes
smelled of her perfume and her pussy juice.  At least
her perfume overpowered the cum smell.

	Mother even commented, "Why do you smell of
a woman's perfume?"

	I quickly said, "I was visiting a girlfriend from
school, and her mother agreed to bring me home.
She was wearing a very pungent perfume.  Even her
car reeks of her perfume!"

	That seemed to placate her, and I quickly
retreated to my bedroom to quickly get undressed, so
that I could bathe.  When my nose was clean of the
smell of her perfume I checked out my clothes to be
sure that the material didn't also have the fragrance
of our pussy juice on them, before putting them in
the clothes hamper.

	When I got my nightgown on and into bed I used
my cellphone to call Martha.  I was under the covers
while I told Martha how much I loved her.  We talked
for a couple of hours about how much we had enjoyed
eating each other's pussy.

	I started visiting her so much that Mother
eventually confronted me about what I was doing.
She thought I was sleeping with some boy.  It was a
shock to her when I assured her that I was not
fucking any male.  I told her I have no use for any
male.  I wasn't ready to tell her that I was seeing a
woman, so I told her that I was visiting the home of a
classmate and her mother.  That only placated her
curiosity for a short time.  She persisted in asking to
meet my young friend and her mother.

	I had to tell Martha about my mother wanting
to meet my imaginary classmate and her mother.

	Martha was amused to think that I had told my
mother about an imaginary classmate and her mother.
She suggested that I arrange for her to meet my
mother, and tell her that my young friend was visiting
relatives.

	The evening that I brought Martha to meet my
mother, I introduced them to each other.  Mother
hugged and placed her cheek against Martha's cheek
with one of those phantom kisses women do.  She
said, "I have been smelling your lovely perfume for
months now, and wondering what the woman that was
making love to my daughter looked like!"

	I was stunned to hear my mother accuse Martha
of having sex with me.  Martha was also unnerved by
the statement.

	Mother said, "I have known for months that
Elizabeth was having sex with an adult woman,
because when I would come home her clothes and
body reeked with the fragrance of L' Air Du Temps
by Nina Ricci.  Even her panties smelled of the
fragrance.  That was definitely not the perfume of
teenage girls.  There was no way the fragrance would
be that strong without bodily contact.

	Martha and I were frightened that my mother
was going to see to it that she was arrested for the
corruption of a minor, but Mother relieved our fears
by assuring us that she understood my hated of my
father and all men.  It was natural that I would fall in
love with a woman.

	Mother pointed out that our age difference
would someday be a problem.

	Martha assured Mother that she loved me like a
daughter more than anything else, and she promised
Mother that she would do everything in her power to
make me happy.

	Mother hugged her and this time kissed her
lips, as they cried while clinging to each other.

	Martha and I sat next to each other at the
dinner table while we ate.  We held hands most of the
time.  We discussed how we were going to handle our
relationship.  Mother and Martha became great
friends.  Martha was even allowed to sleep in my
bedroom with me.  We even went on vacations
together.

	Martha took me to parties where I was
introduced to other women and girls that were
lesbians.  She encouraged me to see girls my own age.
It was her intention that I would learn to love
someone closer to my age, with hopes that we would
become lifelong lovers, but I was always in love with
Martha until her dying day!  When I did meet a girl
my age at college the two of us never excluded
Martha from our bed.



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