Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2016 22:54:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Emmas Lost Innocence (Lesbia/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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                            Emma?s Lost Innocence


                                       By

                                      Jan



      My life changed abruptly one afternoon last summer.  I was the only
daughter of very religious parents.  They were so concerned about me
being corrupted by behavior and language of other children they home
schooled me.  The group that I was schooled with were all from the same
fundamental church.   As a result I was very innocent when it came to
worldly matters.

      I had heard profane words of course, but a lot of their meanings
were lost on me.  I was a fourteen-year-old with very little knowledge
about the facts of life.  The boys and girls I knew were just as naive.

      My dresses had sleeves at reached at least to the elbows, the necks
all had colors, and the hems of my dresses were well below the knees.  No
razor had ever touched my body, so I had hairy legs as well as
underarms.  Mother and I always felt uncomfortable in public because our
attire and hairy legs drew strange looks from both males and females.  We
even bought our groceries at a natural health food store, because the way
we dressed wasn?t all that uncommon there.

       My parents made sure that I was only entrusted to the care of
women with the same religious morals as their own, except for a woman
that lived just a couple of doors down the street.  Her name was Sofia
Petrillo, an Italian-American that was a librarian for the local
library.  She was not a member of our religion, but she was a silver
haired little older woman that dressed very conservatively.  Mother liked
her enough to allow me to stay with her when my parents had something to
do and didn?t feel it necessary to take me along.

      Sophia and I used public transportation to go where we wanted.
When I went to the library I would often stay until closing time so that
I could come home with Sophia.  I always felt uncomfortable using the bus
among such a diverse group of people.  A lot of them were senior citizens
that had to use the bus because they were too old to pass the driver?s test
or poor simple folk that couldn?t afford a car.  Some of them frightened me
because they looked like unsavory people like gang members or hookers.

      The library was a sanctuary for me because the librarians enforced
the quiet rule.  There was a security guard that was s occasionally
called upon to expel what looked like homeless person that was obviously
mentally disturbed when they start ranting loud incoherently.

      Sofia was the person I went to when I needed help when researching
a subject, but when I was thirteen years old I developed a burning need
to learn about human sexuality, because the subject was taboo at home.  I
was too embarrassed to ask Sophia for help.

      Being a sexually naïve girl my curiosity compelled me to look for
publications that would answer my questions.  When I found the Masters
and Johnson report I was shocked to read about all of the things I didn?t
know about.  I was so engrossed in reading that I was oblivious to
anything around me.  It came as a complete shock when I felt a warm hand
rest on my shoulder.  When I focused on the face right over my shoulder
it turned out to be Sophia?s smiling face.  I was terrible embarrassed and
so shocked I was at a loss for words.

      Sophia simply smiled at me, and said, ?It is only natural to want to
know about sex especially when your parents are so uptight about the
subject that they can?t discuss the subject with you.  I would be happy to
discuss the subject with you at my place anytime you like.?  She turned and
went about her business without waiting for an answer.

      I was so disturbed that I fled the library leaving the books I had
been reading on the table.  I was so distracted and upset I almost missed
my bus stop.  I was so embarrassed I didn?t return to the library for
days.  Then Mother informed me that father and her were going to seminar
for a couple of days, so she wanted to leave me in the care of Sophia.
She had already discussed it with her.  There was no way I could object
without having to give some sort of explanation, so I just kept quiet.

      Friday night I had my little bag with my nightgown, a change of
clothes, toothbrush and hair brush in hand as I knocked on Sophia?s door.

      When she opened the door she was all smiles and offered to make me
a cup of coco.  There was nothing to do but act as everything was
normal.  I put my paper bag in the bathroom while she went to the kitchen
to make the coco.  When I joined her we sat at the table to drink our
coco.  She started the conversation by asking about my day.  The longer
we talked the more relaxed I became.  The subject of the books I had been
reading never came up, at least not until later.

      We were in the living room watching a sitcom.  That was something
my parents wouldn?t allow at home.  The only channels they watched were
religious programs and the Fox News Network.  After the program ended
Sophia turned off the television, turned to me and as she placed her arm
around my body.  She calmly said, ?Honey?you don?t need to be embarrassed to
talk to me about anything.  There is nothing you can think of that I
haven?t thought of or done.  I wasn?t always a librarian in my youth I did a
lot of things your parents would be shocked by.?

      ?What kinds of things are you talking about??

      ?Iwas having sex with both males and females by the time I was your
age.  I was only twelve when an uncle took my virginity.  I was having
sex with school boys and girls after that.  I was no older than you when
you when an adult woman offered me a ride and she taught me even more
about the way women can please women.  By the time I was twenty I was
dancing in a striptease club.  So?if you want me to answer any questions I
will be happy to tell you anything.?

      I was stunned by her revelation.  I couldn?t picture this modest
little grandmotherly woman ever being young let alone sexually active
with both men and women.  I couldn?t picture her naked at all.  ?Did you
really have sex with both men and women when you were my age??

      Sophia excused herself for a moment.  When she returned she had
pasteboard box in hand.  She sat back down on the couch and placed the
box on her lap.  When she removed the lid I saw a large number of
photographs.  Most of them were 3?X 5?s?but there were some 8?X 10?s?.  The head
shots were of a very attractive younger version of Sophia.  There were
pictures of her all dressed up for a prom in the arms of good looking
boys.  Then there were pictures of her posing in the nude.  She did have
a very nice body. I was impressed with her firm conical looking breasts.
She had a golden looking tan with tan lines showing that she had been
wearing as teeny little bikini.  The V of her crotch was offset by the
black patch of pubic hair.  The pictures embarrassed me, but I couldn?t
take my eyes off of the pictures.  Then she opened a separate box within
the larger one.  The photographs in that box were of her but these
pictures were of her having sex with males and females.  I must have been
blushing but I couldn?t take my eyes off of the pictures.  I had never seen
anything like them before.

      Sophia slipped her arm around my waist again and said, ?Would you
like to ask me anything??

      I was stunned and still studying the pictures.  For some reason I
found the pictures of her with her face between the legs of other women
the most interesting.  ?What is it like making love to a woman??

      ?Ialways loved it.  Sex with males is great but after they cum their
ready to sleep, where women can continue having orgasms over and over.  I
had a wife before it was legal.  We were living together until she died
several years ago from cancer.?

      She pointed to a photograph on the wall of a younger Sophia with
another woman that looked older than her.

      While I continued studying the photographs Sophia started stroking
my arm.  Then she placed a hand on my knee.  I felt my muscles ripple as
she started pulling the dress up until her hand was resting on bare
flesh.  I didn?t object as her hand slid up my inner thigh, pushing the
dress up along with it.  I almost peed when her hand reached the crotch
of my panties.

      I was about to say something, but she kissed me on the mouth before
I could say anything.  No one had even stuck their tongue into my mouth
before.  It took my breath away.  I couldn?t believe the way my body
responded.  My breasts felt like they were swelling up inside the tight
brassiere my mother bought me.  The hand on my crotch was making my
panties slippery with my own juices.  I feared that I was peeing in my
panties.  I was feeling flushed too.

      Sophia lifted the hand playing with my pussy and smelled her
fingers, and then she placed her fingers under my nose.  I couldn?t believe
the way my pussy smell was all over her wet fingers.  The next thing she
did was take hold of my wrist and placed my hand on her left breast.

      Her breast was a big warm thing sagging quite a bit.  I could tell
that she was not wearing a bra under her dress.  I could feel the nipple
pressing against the palm of my hand.  I squeezed her tit and toyed with
the nipple until she took hold of my wrist and placed it right between
her legs.  While I started rubbing her crotch through her dress Sophia
started unbuttoning the front of her dress.

      I was mesmerized by the sight of her flesh being exposed as she
opened the dress.  Her breasts were large with areolas the size of a
mouth of a tea cup with large nipples.  I had to move my hand for her to
finish unbuttoning her dress.  Her vulva was wedged between thick thighs,
and I had never seen such a thick patch of pubic hair before.

      I was a natural blonde.  I had reddish hair when I was younger, but
it turned blonde when I reached puberty.  As a result my pubic hair was a
strawberry pink, and not all that thick.  I found her bush very erotic
especially when the aroma of her pussy reached my nose.  Sophia continued
kissing me while we played with each other?s pussies.

      Sophia eventually interrupted out play and stood up.  She pulled me
to my feet and started unbuttoning my dress.  I helped her in my haste to
get naked.  The dress fluttered to floor around my feet.  We pulled the
straps of my slip off of my shoulders and the rayon slip joined the dress
on the floor.  The brassiere my mother insisted that I wear compresses my
breasts so much that I look like a preteen.  The panties are covered me
up to my waist.  I?ve heard them referred to as granny panties.

      Sophia unhooked the back of my brassiere and helped me pull the
straps from my shoulders.  When the breasts were free of the cups there
were nasty red marks on my breasts where the seams cut into my flesh.
She rubbed the marks and commented on what lovely breasts I had.  She
even told me that it was a shame to try and hide them.  She bent down
enough to take one o my nipples into her mouth.

      I was a shock to experience having my breasts sucked on, but it
felt wonderful.

      While she was sucking on my nipple she placed her fingers in the
waistband of my panties and started pulling them down.  They were so
baggy that they almost fell from my legs on their own.  I had to kick my
feet free of them.  In the end I was naked except for my shoes.

      All Sophia had to do was pull her dress off of her shoulders and
the dress fell to the floor around her feet.  She was standing there in
just nylons and pumps with no more than one inch heels.  As she sat back
down she pulled me down by my hand.

      We started kissing and feeling each other up.  Sophia was an expert
at sucking tits and pussies as I was to learn.  At first I thought it was
discussing when she started licking my pussy but the feelings she induced
in me were amazing.

      I had never played with myself or had an orgasm before, so when her
sucking of my pussy let to an orgasm it led to a sensory overload.  I
passed out, and when I opened my eyes Sophia was stroking my hair and
kissing my face.  When she saw that I was awake she kissed both eyes and
said, ?Welcome back baby.?

      We talked for some time about what she had done to me.  It was all
very exciting.  I asked her if I should do the same thing to her, and she
assured me adamantly that I didn?t have to do anything I wasn?t comfortable
with.

      She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom, leaving our
clothes in the living room.  We went to bed with a red nightlight on.
The room was filled with a warm pink glow.  We spent most of the night
sucking tits and pussies.  Sleep finally over took both of us.  It was
only when the sun warm light filled the bedroom that we were forced to
wake up.

      We took turns using the bathroom before she made breakfast for us.
I was even becoming comfortable with our nudity.  We spent the day with
her teaching me about human sexuality.  She showed me her dildos and
allowed me to fuck her with them.  She assured me that then I was ready
she would take my virginity with one of them.  I had so many orgasms that
day I was exhausted by bedtime.

      Sophia got my attention Saturday night by turning me over onto my
tummy and spreading my legs and she buried her face between the cheeks of
my butt.  She stuck her tongue into my asshole too.

      I couldn?t believe she was doing that to me.  It seemed to be such a
dirty thing to be doing.  The sensory overload eventually replaced my
reservations about it being nasty.  After my orgasm Sophia lay next to me
and took me in her arms and kissed me.  Her mouth had a sweet taste but
smelled like my butt.  We drifted off to sleep clinging to each other.

      In the morning after we cleaned up I followed her into the kitchen
while she made breakfast.  To demonstrate my love for her I knelt behind
her while she was cooking and stuck my face between the cheeks of her big
butt.  Face sitting became the new game Sunday.

      When the time came that I had to get dressed and take my belongings
home I could hardly tear myself away from Sophia.

      From then on Sophia and I would hide in the periodical section in
the basement and eat pussy.

      On those occasions I got to spend the weekend or night with her
were just as exciting as the first time.  Within the year I asked Sophia
to fuck me with one of her dildos.

      When I graduated from high school my parents were disappointed when
I insisted on going to the State University to study library science
instead of going to the non-accredited college sponsored by our church.
I had no desire to go there because the girls that went to the college
were just looking for husbands.

      College was a whole new world for me.  I joined a Greek sorority on
campus.  That changed my life forever.  The sorority was full of
lesbians.  The parties were drunken orgies.  I stayed in school until I
had my PhD in library science.  I assumed a position at the university
library just so I could keep in touch with my sorority sisters.



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