Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 18:10:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fantasy Apartments 2 (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, g/FFF...)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a
mother and daughter and women in neighboring
apartments.  If this type of content offends you or
you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                Fantasy Apartments 2
                        By
                       Jan

	After mother found out that I was visiting the
lesbian apartments behind our home she not only
took me to bed, she wanted to meet the women I
was partying with.  I remember it like it was
yesterday.  We climbed over the cinder block wall
just like I had been doing for more than a year.

	Wendy and Kathy were outdoors puttering in
their little flowerbeds.  They were stunned to see
my mother climbing over the wall.  They had known I
had hidden my lesbian appetites from my mother for
more than a year.  When mother climbed down off
of the boxes I used as steps, I took her by the hand
and introduced her to Wendy and Kathy.

	I was getting furtive looks from both of them,
because they didn't know how they should behave in
front of my mother.

	Mother was head and shoulders taller than the
two charming little old ladies.  When she reached
out to take Kathy's hand to shake it she pulled Kathy
close and hugged her chubby little body.  "Sandra
has been telling me all about your kindness."

	Kathy stood there dumbfounded as mother
kissed her on the cheek.  She reached out and pulled
Wendy into her arms too.  She hugged the two of
them like family, and when she leaned over to kiss
Wendy, Wendy was looking up at mother so she was
kissed right on the mouth.  Wendy quickly invited us
into their apartment for tea.

	I watched mother's reaction when we entered
their apartment.  She took in just how charming it
was appointed.  The furniture was scaled down to fit
the diminutive stature of the two of them.  The two
recliners that were obviously their favorite chairs
were arranged so that they could chat with guests
and watch their television.  The furniture arms and
backs had homemade crocheted doilies, obviously
made by them.  The house was clean and airy.  While
Wendy performed the hostess duties, Kathy set
about heating the kettle of water in the kitchen.
She set a tray with everything for tea for four and
brought it into the living room and set it on the tea
table conveniently located between their chairs and
the sofa.  As soon as the kettle started whistling
Kathy rushed to retrieve her kettle.

	I always found it charming that these two
sweet little ladies insisted on serving tea like a
formal ceremony.  They even had scones for us to
eat as we sipped our tea.  Of course the
conversation soon turned to sex.

	Wendy asked my mother, "I take it that
Sandra has discussed with you about the character
of The Fantasy Apartments?"

	Mother smiled at the sweet way that Wendy
was inquiring if she knew if the apartments were
occupied by lesbians.  "I suspected that Sandra and
her friend Lilly were experimenting with sex for
almost a year, but it was not until recently when she
came home smelling of stale cigarette smoke, and I
confronted her about smoking.  She denied smoking
but when I approached her, I smelled drying pussy
juice all over her face.  I knew right away that she
had been eating someone's pussy, and I knew that
Lilly and her mother had moved away more than a
month ago, so it was obvious that she had just had
sex with another female that smoked.

	Wendy and Kathy knew without being told who
that woman was, because there was only one woman
living in one of the six apartments that was a heavy
smoker.  They were fully aware that I visited almost
every apartment for fun and pleasure.  About the
only apartment I had not visited was the one next
door to the one Lilly and her mother had occupied.
That one was occupied by the two women that were
basically newlyweds.  They were so engrossed with
each other that they hardly even talked to their
neighbors.

	Kathy sat up straight, "I assume by your
actions that you are no stranger to the pleasures of
female relationships.  Would you care to tell us
about yourself, because I would like to know as much
as you care to discuss."

	Mom also sat up straight, "As a young teenager
I indulged in some horse play with my girlfriends
when we had sleepovers or pajamas parties, but it
was not until I was fifteen that I had my first
sexual encounter with an older woman.  My father's
young buddy was married to an infamous redhead,
named Kiki.  The rumor was that only her first child
was his, because the next three didn't look anything
like him."

	"One afternoon I was at the local mall,
watching some of the girls from the high school
dance class performing Hawaiian dances.  Then I
felt someone brush against me, it was Kiki.  She
struck up a conversation with me.  When the
performance came to an end, she invited me to ride
home with her.  I accepted for some reason."

	"When we got to her house she made us a
pitcher of Martinis.  She told me that her children
were visiting their grandparents.  I was a little tipsy
by the time I finished my third cocktail.  She sat
next to me and started feeling me up.  Before long I
was naked and she was too.  The next thing I knew
she was eating my pussy.  It wasn't long before I was
looking up at her red bush coming down on my face.
I have to admit visiting her several times after that.
I had several affairs before and after I married
Sandra's father."

	After that revelation Kathy and Wendy
started telling my mother about the occupants of
the six apartments.  I had never even questioned
how the apartments had become a little lesbian
community or who owned the complex.  Wendy told
us that a middle-aged business woman had bought
the property with the idea of renting it to lesbians.
She was first and foremost a business woman.  She
was not about to endanger her income by allowing
anyone to live rent free for sexual gratification.  I
had never even seen her before.

	I had seen the new woman occupying the
apartment Rose and Lilly had vacated, but had such
strong feelings about Rose and Lilly that I couldn't
bring myself to talk to her.

	Wendy and Kathy started telling Mom all about
the other tenants.  They started with the first
apartment on the left as you entered the Fantasy
Apartments.  That was the one occupied by the
factory worker that looked more like a man than a
woman.  The minute they had heard about me
smelling of stale cigarette smoke they knew it was
her.  They told Mom about the way she dressed,
without mentioning that she smoked Camel
cigarettes constantly.  They went on about how she
liked skinny women that dressed feminine, and were
subservient to her.  They suspected that she was
possibly a little too physical with her girlfriends.
They went on to discuss the next apartment in line,
(they were working around the apartments
clockwise.) That one had been a mystery for a long
time.  The only way I had even been aware that
someone lived there was occasionally I witnessed the
drapes move as I passed.  Eventually I did get to
meet her.

	Wendy and Kathy told Mom that her name was
Ursula Hanson, and she was a public librarian.  She
was a terribly shy woman.  She didn't drive, so she
had to use the public transportation to get around.
She had been raped a couple of times, as a result
she hardly socialized with anyone.  Her only friends
were a couple of fellow librarians.  One was a gay
fellow that she had complete trust in, and the other
was another skinny lesbian that she had sex with
whenever her sexual desire outweighed her shyness.

	They told Mom that they of course had been
secretaries for a public utility until they had retired.
They had recognized their sexual attraction within a
few months of their employment.  They had been
pretty wild in their younger days.  They had partied
together.  They had each had several girlfriends, but
as time passed they became comfortable with each
other.  They became roommates and partners, and
had lived together for the past 25-years.

	The apartment just across from theirs was
occupied by a nurse that worked at the local
Methodist Hospital.  She worked shifts that
changed every week.  As a result she didn't have a
lot of friends outside work.  Her days off were
Sundays and Mondays.  That made it difficult to
party.  Most young working women stayed home on
Sunday nights to rest up for work on Monday.  She
always attracted fellow nurses that worked with her
to party with.  Not that it was difficult for her to
find other nurses willing to party with her.

	The next apartment was the one occupied by
the two blondes that looked and dressed alike.  They
were polite to all of the neighbors, but kept pretty
much to themselves.

	The last apartment closest to the street was
newly occupied by a single woman that seemed be
very popular because she frequently brought home
different women to spend the night.

	You just have to love little old retired ladies to
find out the dope on the neighbors.

	Mother excused herself, because the tea had
filled her bladder.  Kathy escorted Mom to the
bathroom as if it were necessary to show where it
was.  She even closed the door behind them after
entering.  They were in there for a lot more time
than necessary.

	Wendy moved over to the couch and put her
arm around me.  It didn't take much imagination to
figure out what was going on in the bathroom.
Wendy started kissing me, and feeling me up.  My
panties were off and I had cum before mother and
Kathy rejoined us.  Kathy suggested that we take
the party into their bedroom.

	It was obvious that Kathy and Wendy shared
the bedroom.  The four of us gathered on the bed
and helped each other undress.  Mom had already
enjoyed the charms of Kathy, so she was more
interested in checking out the charms of Wendy.  By
the time we had shed our clothes, the three of them
concentrated all of their efforts on me.  At one
point I had Mother's and Wendy's mouths attached
to both of my tits and Kathy's mouth glued to my
pussy.  I was fingerfucking Mother and Wendy.  It
was all too glorious.  Eventually we had to call it a
night, and get dressed to go home.

	After Mother and I climbed back over the wall,
Mother said, "I 'm sure that those two little old
ladies smelling of lavender were not the woman you
came home smelling of stale cigarette smoke and
cum!  Which woman was it?"

	I blushed, "Her name is Bernice but she
prefers to be called Bernie.  She is a factory worker
that looks more like a man than a woman.  I'm not
sure you would appreciate her."

	Mother said, "I would like to meet her anyway."

	We had to wait a couple of days though before
I could arrange a date.  We had to wait until Father
informed Mother that he was going to have to go to
the state capital for a week on business.  As soon as
we knew what day he was leaving, I used my cell
phone to call Bernie and ask her for a date.  I just
didn't tell her I was bringing my mother.

	I convinced Mother to simply drive round the
block, rather than climb over the fence.  We parked
on the street in front of the Fantasy Apartments.
Bernie was shocked to open her front door and find
me standing there with my mother.

	As usual the apartment was a mess and smelled
of stale cigarette smoke.  Mother was sizing up
Bernie.  Bernie said, "I wasn't expecting you to bring
a guest along."

	Mother spoke up, "I wanted to meet the woman
that sent my daughter home smelling of cigarettes
and sex!  That was the first I knew that my
daughter was a full-fledged pussy eater, so I have to
thank you for bringing me and my daughter
together!"

	Bernie relaxed a little, I suspect that she had
thought she was going to be confronted by an angry
mother, but Mother had expressed her gratitude.
She asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

	Mom replied, "Thank you...what did you have in
mind?"

	Bernie said, "Would you like a beer or, say,
coffee?"

	Mom knew enough about Bernie to know she
would be a beer drinker, "I could use a beer."

	Bernie beamed, "Do you mind if Sandra has one
with us?"

	Mom gave me a look before smiling, "Why the
hell not?"

	Bernie said, "Make yourself at home, and I will
be right back."  She headed for the kitchenette and
took three beers out of her fridge.  She asked,
"Glass or can?"

	Mom said, "A can is fine."

	Bernie came back, and handed Mom one can,
and me another.  She sat down in her chair and
pulled the tab of her can.  I took my cue from
mother, and pulled my tab up.  I really didn't like the
taste of my first beer.  It took me awhile to get
used to the carbonated flavor of the beer.  Bernie
and Mom drank two beers before I finished my first
one.

	Bernie couldn't drink beer without smoking and
must have smoked two cigarettes with every beer.  I
was beginning to wonder if she had anything in her
fridge besides beer.  Mom even asked for a
cigarette.  I had never seen her smoke before.
While they were drinking they were talking about
the kind of women they liked.  Bernie talked like a
profane truck driver, "I can't stand prissy delicate
bitches.  I don't normally come onto teenagers, but I
knew Sandra had visited almost every apartment
here.  I had talked to Wendy and Kathy, and they
had told me what a sweet piece of ass Sandra was."

	Mom didn't take offence to her description of
me at all.  In fact she took that opportunity to place
her hand in my lap, and started stroking my inner
thigh.  Bernie didn't miss what Mom was doing.

	Bernie was still dressed in her work clothes,
consisting of steel toed work boots, blue jeans and a
flannel long sleeved shirt.  Her hair was still cut and
combed like a man's.  Like I had observed before, if
it were not for the obvious, large pendulous breasts
she could pass for a man.  She was obviously getting
a little drunk.  She excused herself and headed for
her bedroom.  When she reappeared she was totally
naked, sporting a strap-on dildo at least eight or nine
inches long.  The damned thing looked as real as any
picture of cocks I had ever seen.  In her nude state
she looked to be between 160 and 170 pounds.
When she placed her hands under her flabby breasts
they sagged over her hands obscuring her hands
from view.  She approached us with the swagger of a
sailor.

	Mom was cool about the whole thing.  She
stood up to meet Bernie.  She wrapped her hand
around the dildo, and kissed Bernie, "Is this thing
for me?"

	Bernie returned the kiss and started removing
Mother's clothes, while she started feeling Mother's
breasts.  I sat there watching them, while I casually
pulled up my skirt and stated stroking my panties
until they were sopping wet.

	When Bernie and Mom had taken all of her
clothes off, Bernie turned Mother to face me and
placed her hand on the back of her head, as she
forced mother to bend over and forced her head
between my legs.  Mother pulled my panties aside,
and started sucking my pussy.

	I sat there with my legs spread as wide as I
could, while watching Bernie spread some sort of
lubricant all over her dildo.  She used her greasy
hands to lubricate Mother's pussy.  GAWD what a
sight, Bernie guided that tool towards my mother's
backside.  I assume she was sticking it in Mother's
pussy.  She clung to Mother's hips while she started
fucking her slowly.  It took some time, but Mother
started squirming around, and when she needed to
breathe she lifted her head and started howling,
"GAWD DAMN...I CUMMING...FUCK ME FASTER!"

	Bernie started fucking her faster.  She was in
a full sweat in no time.  She was also standing there
with her mouth open breathing hard.  Mom's head
was being shoved against my pussy.  I was also
getting close to cumming, and started slapping
Mother's ears with my thighs.  I was also talking
without being fully aware of what I was saying.
Mother later told me that I was cussing like a sailor.
When we cooled off we made our way to Bernie's
bedroom.

	Mother and I took turns sitting on Bernie's
face.  It was a warm humid night, but it was not the
heat that had us sweating like pigs.  In the morning
we got dressed and we said our goodbyes to Bernie,
before we headed for our car.

	When we got home we bathed together in
Mom's tub.  We took a nap together that lasted until
afternoon.

	I waited until almost dusk before crawling back
over the wall, and knocking on the door of the nurse.
When she opened the door her scrubs were in a
certain amount of disarray.  When I peeked over her
shoulder, I saw an attractive blonde girl dressed in
the pink and white striped uniform of a 'Candy
Stripe Volunteer.'  Her white cross trainer shoes
were sitting on the coffee table, and her white nylon
covered feet were crossed.  Her skirt was hiked up
her thighs to a point just short of allowing me to see
her crotch.  Her blonde hair was messed up a little,
and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth.
There was no doubt that the nurse had been doing.

	I identified myself to the nurse.  She smiled at
me and said, "I know who you are.  I have seen you
coming and going from the very first time I moved
into this apartment.  My name is Maria.  What can I
do for you?"

	"I don't mean to interrupt anything, but I had
hoped that you would be interested in partying with
me and my mother."

	The nurse stood there a little stunned.  Then
the Candy Stripper called out, "Why don't you let
the girl in.  Whatever she's selling I want some!"

	Maria stepped back and motioned for me to
enter.  She introduced the Candy Stripper to me as
Darla.

	Darla held out her hand to shake my hand.  As
she leaned forward I noticed that the top of her
uniform had a couple of buttons unfastened, and one
of her breasts was almost hanging out of her bra.  I
would guess her age at about eighteen.  There was
no doubt what Maria saw in her.

	Maria asked, "Now tell me about your mother?"

	"As you know my classmate Lilly and her
mother introduced me to sex a little over a year ago.
After they moved away I was lost for awhile until I
started visiting the other apartments, as you know.
Eventually my mother found out what I was doing,
and rather than getting upset she let me know that
she liked to swing too.  We have visited Wendy,
Kathy and Bernie."

	Maria turned up her nose, "You actually partied
with the dyke?"

	"I may not care for all of the smoking, but she
sure knows how to please a girl!"

	Darla said, "Maria is no slouch either!"

	I said, "Judging by appearances, I interrupted
what looks like was going to be a pleasant evening."

	They both chuckled.  Maria said, "As a matter
of fact you did knock just as I was about to show
Darla why she should give up all other bitches.  I was
trying to convince her to move in with me."

	I asked, "Wouldn't her mother object to her
moving in with you?"

	Darla chimed in, "my mother has known about
me sucking pussy from the time she caught me
sucking the pussy of a playmate when I was twelve.
I think she would appreciate me having a mature
woman to look after me."

	I turned to Maria, "Would you like me to call
my mother?"

	Maria said, "By all means invite her to join us."

	I pulled out my cell-phone and went right to
speed dial and pressed send, "Hello Mom...why don't
you come over and join me at apartment 4?"  There
was a pause, "Okay, we will be looking for you in a
few minutes."

	Maria retired to the kitchenette to make
drinks for us.  She brought Darla and me glasses
that turned out to be whisky and 7-UP over rocks.
She brought back another one for herself.  I was
sitting next to Darla, admiring her good looks.  They
were telling me about how Maria had picked up on
the vibes Darla was emitting and recognized that she
was in fact a lesbian.  She invited her to dinner and
before the meal was finished she had stroked
Darla's inner thigh.  Darla added, "I spread my legs
and allowed her to feel my wet panties.  We headed
straight to this apartment after dinner.  That was
the first time I ever had sex with an older woman,
and I loved it!"  By the time the narration came to
an end there was a knock at the door.

	Maria opened the door and held out a hand to
welcome my mother to her apartment.  Mother
entered and quickly scanned the surroundings.  When
she saw Darla sitting there in her charming Candy
Striper uniform she beamed with pleasure.  Maria
excused herself after asking Mother if she would
like a drink, and returned to the kitchenette to make
the drink.

	Darla invited Mother to sit down on the couch
on her other side.  Mother shook her hand before
sitting down, and from her vantage point I could tell
that Mother was looking down the top of Darla's
uniform.  She was obviously enjoying the view of her
cleavage as much as I had.

	When Maria returned and handed Mother her
drink, she took me by the hand and pulled me to my
feet.  She pulled me to her favorite chair and as she
sat down she pulled me down onto her lap.  I was
watching Mother kissing Darla.  Mom was feeling her
breast while she kissed her.  Before long she was
stuffing her hand into Darla's blouse, and feeling the
soft skin of her breasts.  Darla was returning the
kisses very passionately, and was also feeling
Mother's tits too.

	Maria was nuzzling my neck and kissing and
licking it too.  She was also feeling my little 32B
breasts through my blouse.

	(I had deliberately kept my school clothes on
because I knew some women were attracted to girls
that were young)

Maria was unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it off
of my shoulders.  I had on a simple pink nylon bra
that allowed my areolas and nipples to show through.
I had on a skirt made out of old jeans.  The tattered
edges barely covered my butt.  Normally I would not
be allowed to wear that skirt to school, but I had
taken it to school in my book bag, and changed
before coming home.  Sitting on her lap the skirt
had ridden up until my pink nylon panties were visible.
I had started shaving my pussy, and leaving a simple
landing strip above my cunt.  The look was not lost
on Maria.

	The nylon held in the heat, as a result, that
made my pussy odor even stronger.  Maria rubbed
my pussy through my panties until the material was
sopping wet.  She even stuffed the elastic material
into my cunt.  She pulled the panties to one side and
started diddling my clit slowly.

	Mother was also removing Darla's uniform.  She
had on a sexy little matching embroidered white bra
and panty set.  The bra lifted her sweet breasts and
the panties were like the skimpiest bikini made.  It
was a good thing her pussy was shaved completely.
But with her blonde hair, a stray hair would hardly
be noticeable.  It took my mother a little longer to
get Darla undressed because she had more clothes
on than I did.

	Darla was also undressing Mother.  Darla was
naked by the time Mother was down to her panties.
Likewise Maria was almost as naked as Mother.  I
was very attracted to her golden brown body as she
was to me.  Her areolas were latte chocolate brown
and the nipples were large.  I clung to her body while
sucking on her nipples.  She was finger fucking me
too.  It was difficult to perform mutual oral sex on
each other in the chair, but I managed to turn my
body upside down on her and wrap my legs around
her head while sticking my face right into her dark
haired pussy.  We sucked cunt completely oblivious
to what was taking place on the couch.  It was not
until I had finished making Maria cum that I relaxed
my legs and rolled off of her body and I got to
check out what was going on over on the couch.

	They were both totally naked and Darla was
sweating profusely while she was sitting on mother's
face.  The cheeks of her ass were spread out over
mother's head, so that I could only see the top of
her forehead.  And Darla was slapping Mother's
pussy.  Mother was struggling to breathe, but did
little to struggle against the girl's smothering pussy
and asshole.  It was very erotic to watch my mother
struggle to turn her head to catch her breath and
then return her head so that she could spear
whichever hole was over her mouth.

	When Darla had enough of the face sitting she
insisted on butt fucking Mother with a strap-on
dildo.  I had never witnessed my mother play the
submissive to anyone before.  Darla was such an
innocent and attractive girl to be so depraved.

	Maria didn't want to be left out, and she
produced another dildo and turned on the vibrator
before she stuffed it up my ass.  At first I thought
I was going to die from the pain, but the vibrator
soon had me dripping like a leaky faucet.  I turned
my head and placed my hand on the back of Maria's
neck and kissed her with tongue until I stopped
squirting cum.

	Mother and I got dressed very slowly.  We
kissed Maria and Darla before we made our way to
the fence.  Both Mother and I were so tired that we
could hardly climb back over the fence.

	We both had to rest for a day or two before
we got horny again.  I was determined to visit every
apartment, and sample all of the ladies.  Apartment
5 was my next one to visit.

	I kept an eye on that one until I saw the two
women returning home from work.  Mother didn't
stop me from climbing over the fence.  When I
knocked on their door, the obviously dominant one
opened the door.  I introduced myself to her.  She
said, "I know who you are!  We have seen you and
your mother visiting the other apartments.  You are
wasting your time...my wife and I, are not interested
in partying with a little slut like you!"

	That rebuff hurt my feelings, but didn't deter
me from my goal of getting fucked by every female
in the apartment complex.  Then a voice behind her
said, "Why don't you invite the girl in?  Be polite and
offer her something to drink!"

	She stepped back and gestured for me to
enter.  As I had observed in the past they really did
look like sisters, even to their selection of clothes.
They were both wearing tight shorts, different
colors but obviously from the same maker.  Their
tops were also from the same designer in different
colors.  The dominant girl was in tan shorts with an
orange and brown floral silk top.  The other girl was
in white shorts and turquoise top with colorful
flowers.  They were both barefooted.  Both of the
blondes still had their hair in ponytails with bangs.
The submissive one was seated on their couch with
her feet resting on the coffee table.

	The first woman led me to the couch and made
the introductions.  "That is Jenny and I am
Jennifer.  We actually are sisters.  We left home
when we were kicked out because my father couldn't
accept that we loved each other the way we do.
Fortunately we had connections that helped us move
here and provide us with jobs.  We earned our
degrees in library science.  We're not going to get
rich, but we have secure jobs that don't care about
our lifestyle."

	Jane said, "Excuse our bad manners.  Would
you like something to drink?  I'm afraid that we only
have Cool-Aid, Root Beer, 7-Up, or coffee and tea to
offer you.  We don't care for sugary drinks, and we
don't drink alcohol."

	I said, "7-Up would be just fine."

	Jane went to the kitchenette and returned
with three cans of 7-Up for the three of us.

	When I saw their tattoos up closely I saw that
they had their names on their hips in formal script.
That was something you don't expect to see on a
librarian.  They assured me that no one at the
library ever saw them.  They confessed that they
dressed conservatively at work.  There was a
photograph sitting on the ledge separating their
living room from the kitchenette that was the two
of them together.  They were dressed so
conservatively they looked like women form religions
like Quakers, Shakers, or Mormons.  Their dresses
reached almost to their ankles, arms were covered
and a lace collar around their necks, no makeup and
hair in buns.  At first I could not picture them
dressed like that.

	I had to ask, "Why do you dress like that?"

	Jennifer said, "We dress like that at work to
make everyone think we are spinster sisters and
unattractive to males, so they don't bother us!  We
are happy with each other's company."

	"Have you ever sought the company of other
women or girls?"

	They looked at each other and laughed.
Jennifer said, "We tried having sex with other girls
but it just didn't feel right.  We are just too close
to each other to get involved with anyone else."

	I was disappointed that I was not going to get
involved with these two women, but accepted the
fact that they were happy with each other.  I was
almost happy to find out that there could be a love
so strong that nothing would come between them.

	We talked a little longer before I went home.
I thought about them that night, and wondered if I
would ever find that kind of love.  But by morning I
was horny, and thinking about the next adventure.  I
still had not met the new occupant of apartment
number 1.

	I had kept an eye on the re-painting and
carpeting of the apartment in preparation of renting
it out again.  I had seen the owner coming to check
on the progress.  I noticed that she was a woman
about fifty years old.  She was a distinguished
looking woman.  All I could tell from my bedroom
window was that she was a pretty tall woman with
immaculately styled gray hair.  Her clothes were
obviously bought from the best stores, and her taste
was impeccable.  I wondered how a woman like her
would become the landlord of a lesbian apartment
complex.

	The day came when a moving van delivered
some cartons of personal stuff, I assumed was
clothes and some household items to personalize the
furnished apartment.  Eventually I recognized the
woman moving in.  She was the one that eventually
became the only person coming and going regularly.

	I was intrigued by the woman I witnessed
coming and going.  She was a redhead with a
beautiful mane flowing down the middle of her back.
I just had to meet her to find out if she was as
attractive as she appeared to be.  My plan was to
head directly to the Fantasy Apartment after
school.  I figured that any lesbian would find a real
school girl irresistible.  I deliberately selected from
my wardrobe clothing that would look like a parochial
school uniform, that consisted of a gray blazer with
a crest on the left pocket, white blouse, with plaid
tie that matched the plaid on my short pleated skirt,
and white knee high socks, with penny loafers.

	When I knocked on her door I had my book bag
slung over one shoulder by one strap.  The redhead
opened the door, and looked mildly surprised to see a
school girl at her door.  "What can I do for you?"

	I smiled at her and extended my hand in
greeting.  "May I come in, and tell you my story?"

	The truly gorgeous woman stepped back and
invited me into her apartment.  The place was very
familiar even if the color of the rooms had changed
from white to a rose.  The carpet had changed from
brown-ochre to a steel gray.  She invited me to have
a seat.  "Now tell me what brings you to my door."

	I sat down and was a little nervous, "I went to
school with the daughter of the woman that lived in
this apartment for the past three or four years.
About a year ago she introduced me too lesbian sex.
Her mother added to my education.  When they
moved away I was broken hearted until I started
visiting the other women in these six apartments.
Of course my mother finally tumbled to the fact
that I was having sex with these women.  That
opened the door to her and me partying with some
of them together."

	The woman sat there facing me, with an
interested look on her face, "How does this affect
me?"

	"I was hoping to convince you that I would be a
worthy girlfriend."

	She sat there looking at me for awhile, "I have
never been one to date underage girls.  Why would I
run the risk of getting into trouble?"

	I pulled out my cell-phone and scrolled down
through my contact list and pressed my mother's cell
phone number and handed it to the redhead.  She
took it and put it to her ear, "Hello...my name is
Carla.  Your daughter is telling me that you would
have no objections to her parking her head between
my legs."

	I was close enough to barely hear my mother's
response.  "I take it that you're the new occupant of
apartment 6.  Sandra told me this morning that she
was going to check out the redhead that had moved
into the apartment that had been occupied by her
girlfriend and her mother.  All I ask is that you send
her home by bedtime, so she doesn't oversleep
tomorrow.  She does have school."

	The redhead was surprised by my mother's
casual acknowledgement of her daughter visiting a
lesbian.  "What time should I send her home?"

	She handed me back the phone and asked, "So
you have been visiting all of my neighbors...have
you?"

	"I have partied with every woman in the
Fantasy Apartments, except for the couple in
apartment 5.  They are sisters that are married to
each other.  They have no interest in anyone but
each other. I was wondering what you do for a
living?"

	Carla smiled, "I teach art at the local college."

	With that she placed her arm around my waist
and escorted me to her bedroom.  There were a
number of paintings hanging on the walls.  Each one
was of a different naked young woman.  They were
not openly sexual, but each one had an erotic tone to
them.  It was as if each one had secret and was
about to masturbate.  When I made that
observation she smiled, "You are very intuitive.  Each
of these girls was students in my class and I
seduced each one before painting their picture.  If I
have you pose for me it will have to be different
because I was not the one to bring you out."

	I took off my blazer without being asked.  I
was more interested in seeing what she looked like
under her clothes.  Her clothes were nice but she
smelled of turpentine and linseed oil.  Seeing what
she did for a living explained the smell.  I stood
there in front of her and started unbuttoning her
blouse.  She even helped me remove it.  Then I
unfastened her skirt and pulled it down off of her
wide hips.  It fell to the floor in a heap around her
feet.  She stepped over the pile and kicked the shirt
into a corner.  She had on a full slip, so I helped pull
the slip over her head and tossed it in the general
direction of the skirt.  That left her standing there
in a lace bra, matching panties, self-supporting
nylons and comfortable pumps.

	I saw for the first time that she had body art.
There was a faded tattoo of the name Martha in
script on her right hip.  There was a green stem
winding up the right side of her body to the edge of
her breast.  Branching off of the stem were flowers
of different varieties.  Some were lovely purple, and
others were blue, pink and red.  Some were in full
bloom and others were just buds.

	I asked, "Who was Martha?"

	Carla looked at me as if she didn't remember
the name was on her hip.  Then she smiled, "Martha
was my first lover.  She seduced me when I was just
a child like you.  I loved her so much that I had to
have her name on my body."

	"And what are the flowers for?"

	"Each flower represents a girl I fell in love
with.  If you look closely at the shading in the petals
of the flowers, you will find the name of the girl I
seduced."

	I found the colorful flowers tattooed on her
pale alabaster skin very erotic.  I wondered how
many girls have seen the tattoo, and wished their
name would be added to her body.

	She reached behind her body and unhooked her
bra.  The straps fell from her shoulders as she
grasped the cups and let the bra fall away from her
body.  Her breasts were flawless.  The areolas were
perfect circles capped by pink nipples.  There were
just some red marks where the tight bra had cut
into her flesh.

	I knelt before her body like a supplicant and
reached up and put my fingers under the tight hip
hugger panties and pulled them down to expose her
red pubic hair.  I was close enough to her crotch
that I could smell her musky odor.  It was not only
the odor of a woman's pussy but of turpentine.  I
couldn't resist kissing her pussy.  I deliberately left
her nylons and pumps on, because I thought she
looked sexier in them.

	She sat on her bed and pulled me between her
legs.  She whispered in my ear, "You picked just the
right ensemble to turn me on.  I went to a Catholic
Parochial school as a girl.  Martha was the nun that
seduced me."  She unbuttoned my blouse and slipped
her hands inside to feel my little B sized breasts.
She was kissing and licking my neck too.  Her touch
was thrilling beyond belief.  I don't know how long
before she withdrew on hand and reached down, and
placed her hand on my bare knee above my stocking.
Then she ran her hand up my thigh.  The pleated
skirt rode up on her wrist, until her hand came in
contact with my panties.  I had selected the
tightest pair of panties I had, so that the material
was forced to mold into my labia major, giving
credence to the name "Camel Toe."

	She finger fucked my cunt through my nylon
panties until I was almost crying.  She rolled down
my panties to my knees.  She wiped my pussy with
her hand.  She toyed with the few strands of pubic
hair I had, before she inserted finger after finger
into my cunt while finger fucking me.  I stood there
quivering as she made me cum.

	Eventually she removed all of my clothes.  She
placed me on the bed and sucked my pussy until I
had another cum.  Then she mounted my head and
lowered her red haired pussy down to my mouth.
She ground her pussy against my face until she had
her own cum.

	It was growing late so she helped me get
dressed and she put on a robe as she walked me to
the fence and helped me climb over it.

	Mother greeted me at the back door and
kissed me.  She smiled, "You smell of turpentine and
pussy baby.  Get bathed and go to bed."

	I visited Carla several times a week for a
month.  One evening as I was climbing over the fence
I was confronted by the gray haired owner of the
apartments.  She said, "I understand you have
enjoyed the pleasures of all of my tenants.  Would
you like to have dinner with me?"

	I looked at her very carefully.  The woman was
very attractive for a woman over fifty.  Her
business suit was obviously expensive.  I was
intrigued by the idea of having sex with a woman old
enough to be my mother.  I took hold of her hand as
she led me to the street.  She opened the car door
with her remote, and helped me into the passenger's
side of her Mercedes Benz Sports Coupe.

	She drove me to a restaurant I had never
known existed.  There were a variety of cars parked
in the lot.  When we entered I noticed that there
were only women sitting at the tables.  The
waitresses were all wearing tight black pants and
white silk shirts with black string ties.  I suspected
that this was a lesbian restaurant, and she
confirmed my suspicions when I asked.

	I seemed to be the youngest girl in the place.
I was drawing a lot of attention from the other
patrons.  I couldn't help but admire all of the
different women around us.  After dinner she took
me home to her place.  It was on top of a hill
overlooking a good portion of the city.  The place
was very modern but there were items of furniture
displayed that were antiques.  She escorted me
through the house to show it off, saving her
bedroom for last.  When we arrived there she
unbuttoned her jacket and exposed the fact that
she didn't have a blouse on, or a bra.  Her breasts
were large.  She lifted them up and presented them
to me.

	I felt both of them before taking them into my
mouth.  She stroked my hair lovingly while I sucked
on one nipple after another.

	She eventually unfastened her skirt and pulled
it down over her hips.  She had on the most delicate
lace thong I had ever seen.  I could see every hair on
her pussy.  She also had on self supporting nylons
that had black floral and butterfly patterns holding
them up, and steel gray high heeled pumps.

	She sat down on a dressing chair and spread
her legs.  She invited me to remove her panties for
her.  I had to struggle to pull them from under her
butt.  She trimmed her pubic hair but left a patch
above her cunt.  I was fascinated by the fact that
her labia was so stretched out.  I took hold of them
and spread them out.  I stuck my tongue into her
gaping hole.  I tongue fucked her wildly.  She pulled
my head against her pussy and smothered me.

	She eventually used a dildo on my pussy.  She
delivered me to my front door.  Mother thanked her
for bringing me home.  She even kissed the woman,
and knew she had eaten my pussy.  She took her
hand and pressed the hand between her legs, "We
have to get together someday!"

	The woman kissed her on the mouth and said,
"I am looking forward to that day.



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