Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2010 11:17:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gertruse (lesbian\adult youth, oral, anal, g/gF, g/fff, F/g)

Warning:

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl
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                       Gertrude
                          By
                         Jan


	I discovered that I had a nasty streak when I
was 8-years-old.  My parents were from India.  They
lived in London, UK until shortly before I came along.
I was born in Los Angeles but my family moved to
New York City by the time I started school.

	My family lived in a small two bedroom
apartment in a tenement building in New York City.
Looking back I can say it was a slum but as a girl I
didn't recognize it as such.  Living in a crowded city
seemed so exciting to me.

	I had a babysitter named Sarah.  She was an
18-year-old.  I loved everything about her.  She had
a very skinny body, small breasts, and long blonde
hair that hung down to her butt.  She did not look
like an 18-year-old at all.  Everyone thought she was
a goody two shoes.  That was just the image she
projected, in reality she smoked in secret and really
was a nasty girl.  Sarah's mother was named Kate.

	Kate must have been at least 50-years-old.
She had silver hair that was bobbed rather short.
Her face had deep wrinkles, as if she had led a hard
life.  I spent a lot of time with the both of them.

	Sarah amused herself by playing with my pussy
a lot.  I'm sure it was her that broke my hymen.
When the two of us were alone she would light up a
cigarette and lie back in a chair and encourage me to
play with her pussy.  The sight of her smoking while
I pulled her panties aside to lick her pussy was so
exciting to me.  It was inevitable that her mother
would walk in on us while I was lapping at Sarah's
pussy.

	I expected her to scream at us and punish us
for what we were doing.  Instead she just took the
cigarette from Sarah and started smoking it while
she removed her panties.  She sat down and pulled
me between her legs and stuffed my head between
her legs.  She had a graying patch of pubic hair
between her legs and the smell was even stronger
than her daughter.  She rubbed my face against her
old wet pussy while she told me what to do to her.

	From that day on I was called upon to service
mother and daughter.  I even had to lick their
assholes.  At least Kate had bigger tits that sagged
almost to her waist.  I could place my face between
them and rest them on my shoulders.  They would
also play with my pussy.  My sexual education was
expanded when I started school.

	I was a third grader in PS-12 (Public School -
25) when an older boy from the neighborhood
showed me some pornographic magazines.

	That was all it took to spark my interest in sex.
I started looking for anything on the subject of sex.
Just looking at pictures of men and women or women
and women having sex was enough to stimulate
something in my pussy.  I found that it excited me
to rub my pussy furiously.  One of the ways I could
get my hands on pornography was to agree to play
with the dicks of boys that had stashes of such
material.

	It was not long before boys got the word that
if they gave me something to look at, I would jack
them off.  They didn't care that I was so young that
my figure was more like a boy than a woman's.  When
I was 8-years-old my measurements were about the
same, from chest, waist and hips.  There was no
mistaking that I was an Indian girl.

	My skin was not as dark as someone from
southern India but darker than some of the
northern regions.  My hair is dark and even at that
age it was wild and unruly.  My eyes were as brown
as could be.  I have a slight overbite that exposes
plenty of my upper teeth when I smile.  At the time
I did not have any pubic hair.  The only hint I had as
to what I would look like was the body of my mother.
I assumed I would have as much hair as she had.  I
envied all of the women in the photographs.  I was
naive about women shaving or removing hair other
ways.  I thought they didn't have hair under their
arms and the little strips of hair above their pussies
were natural.

	When guys would bring me pictures to look at I
would repay them by giving them a hand-job, (as
they called it).  It started off innocently enough at
first.  Some of the older boys wanted more.  I
feared them a little but did agree to smell their
dicks and eventually licked them.  Eventually I even
sucked a few cocks until they shot their cum into my
mouth.  I didn't care for the taste though.

	There were also some girls in the building that
were just as precocious as me.  I would invite them
to join me as we hid away in some empty apartment
and looked at the pictures.  We would rub our
pussies after removing our panties.  It was only a
minor step for me to lick their pussies.  I liked doing
that.

	At the age of 11, I had my first official girl to
girl relationship.  I was in IS-125 (Intermediate
School-125) at the time.  I got her to look at my
collection of magazines that contained photographs
of lesbian sex between women.  She was willing to
experiment a bit.  I can't say we had a mind blowing
experience at first.  We were both rather naïve
about what we were doing.  She and I played with
each other off and on for about a year.  It was
mostly just feeling each other up and kissing.
Occasionally we kissed each other's pussy but never
long enough too actually cum.

	I entered high school at the age of 15.  It was
dear old, Bryant High School.  It was a three year
high school.  I entered my freshman year like an
innocent in a whore house.  Math was my weakest
subject so my teacher suggested that a senior
student of hers tutor me in math.  The girl was all
business at first.  I felt like she resented having to
waste time with teaching a freshman, or it might
have been because I was an Indian.

	She was an attractive girl, named Mary that
looked like she was from some country like Denmark
or Sweden.  She had very fair skin with soft flowing
sandy colored hair and blue eyes.  I was smitten by
her right away and wanted her to like me.

	At first she simply tutored me in math, without
much personal communication.  It took me awhile to
find out that she had nothing against my race.  She
just wanted to spend her free time with her friends.
When she asked me if I would like to hang out with
her and her friends, I was overjoyed at the prospect
of being accepted by her and her friends.

	They invited me to go shopping with them and
hang out with them.  Because I was the youngest one
in the group it was harder for me to get permission
from my parents to be out late at night.  Mary
became friends with my parents for the purpose of
getting their permission for me to be allowed to stay
overnight at her home.  The first few times I was
allowed to spend the night with her were very
innocent.  We stayed out late with her friends at an
arcade before returning to her home.  We shared
her bed to sleep in.  Nothing happened, as much as I
desired to have sex with her, but I was afraid that
if I tried anything I would anger her and lose her
friendship.  I don't know if she had planned on
seducing me or just felt that I desired her.

	One night after spending the evening with her
and a group of her friends we returned home and
settled down for the night in her bed.  Mary felt in a
playful mood and started tickling me.  When she
touched me between my legs I quivered in response,
she kissed me on the mouth.  When she realized that
I was not resisting her advances she really started
masturbating me.  I was in heaven; I spread my legs
to give her full access to my pussy.

	By the age of 14 my breasts were starting to
develop but were not much more than a handful.  At
the same time my pubic hair was a lot thicker than
hers.  Mary and I experimented with a variety of
sexual outlets.  Where my previous exploration with
other girls had been fun, sex with Mary was much
more meaningful.  Our evenings in her bed were
incredible.  I developed a true desire to please her
and no part of her body was off limits to me.  I
lavished tender love to her larger breasts.  I spent
hours licking her pussy.  When I found out that just
touching her asshole made her body quiver I spent a
lot of time stimulating her asshole with my fingers
and tongue.  Mary had never had a girl rim her
asshole before.  She had me tell her all about who
had taught me to do things like that.  I sucked her
toes and licked the bottom of her feet.  Our
relationship lasted for almost four years.  It only
ended when I went away to college.

	I suspected that Mary told her friends about
our relationship because older girls soon became
aware of my willingness to suck pussy.  I became
very popular among a group of older teenage girls.

	When I entered New York University for my
undergraduate studies I found another world of
almost unlimited sex.  I was partying with older
women as well as classmates.  I moved on to the
University of Virginia Law School for my graduate
studies.

	Now that I am practicing law I am just as
horny as I ever was.  I deliberately wear business
suits as part of my professional image.  Wearing long
sleeved blouses and suit coats allow me to dispense
with the normal female vanity of shaving my
underarms and crotch.  I do shave my legs because
the hairs would be visible through nylons.

	The first time I take a woman or teenager to
bed they are surprised to find out just how hairy I
am.  I delight in getting them to rim my hairy
asshole.

	A recent client I was assigned by my law firm
as a pro bono case was a woman accused of
contributing to the delinquency of a minor.  The
charges were that she had allowed her minor aged
daughter to witness her having sex while she was
entertaining paying customers.  I defended her well
enough to get the charges dropped for lack of
evidence.  There was no one willing to testify to
having actually witnessed the girl being present while
sexual acts were being performed.

	The woman might have been attractive in her
youth but the heavy use of makeup and the rigors of
her profession had aged and hardened her features
so much that she looked much older than her age.
When we left the courthouse I offered to buy her
lunch.  She was thankful and accepted my offer
right away.

	While we were eating we discussed her sex life.
She readily admitted that her daughter often
witnessed her having sex with both male and female
johns.  Just the thought of having a young girl
watching me having sex with a woman got me turned
on.  She could tell by my face that I was getting
horny and she deliberately described what it was like
to have her daughter watching her sucking the pussy
of women.

	She told me that she could not thank me
enough for keeping her out of jail.  She told me that
she would like to name me a guardian of her
daughter in case she ever did get busted for any
length of time.

	My mouth was dry as I tried to convince her
that I didn't feel qualified to be the guardian of a
minor.  She chuckled as she said, "Honey, my baby is
no minor when it comes to sex.  Before you reject
my off why don't you come home with me and meet
my daughter?"

	I was intrigued beyond belief and allowed her
to guide me to the cheap flophouse she called her
crib.  It was a filthy tenement building.  We had to
step over drunks and trash to get to the battered
door of her little apartment that consisted of just
one room and a bathroom.  Her daughter was a
strikingly attractive girl that looked no more than
10-years old.

	Her name was Gail and when she saw her
mother bringing in a woman she just assumed her
mother was turning another trick and got up off of
the couch that served as a bed and sat down in an
old worn overstuffed chair.  Her mother introduced
me to her daughter as her lawyer and told her that
she wanted me to be her guardian in case she got
sent up again.

	Gail gave me a pleasant smile but did not make
a comment.  Her mother told her, "Gail, come over
here and show your appreciation to gratitude for her
kindness!"  The girl stood up and I could not help but
feel sorry for her because I could tell that the thin
dress she had on was probably the only dress she
owned and it was far too small for her.  The bodice
was stretched tightly around her upper body and the
skirt was so short that it hardly covered her butt.
Her bare legs looked like they were covered with
flea bites and her feet were bare.  Her hair needed
to be cut and washed.  She approached me, hugged
me, and kissed me on the cheek.

	My heart almost broke at the sight of the girl.
I told her mother that this was no way for a girl like
Gail to live.  The woman broke down and cried as she
told me that she knew it was not the way to raise a
girl but what could she do?

	As Gail sat on my lap I saw the shabby panties
she had on.  Her mother said, "Why don't you adopt
her now.  She will do anything you ask of her!"

	It took some heart wrenching discussion
before I agreed to take Gail home with me.  We
gathered up all of her belongings and stuffed them
into a couple of paper bags.  I could hardly stand
watching the girl beg her mother to let her stay
with her.  She promised to hide when she had
customers.  In the end her mother told her it was
best and pushed her out of the door.

	I felt strange on the underground with a
shabbily dressed urchin with tear stained cheeks as
I took her to my apartment.  Gail was impressed
with my place.  She had never lived in a place as
large as my flat.  She had her own bedroom and
bathroom.  The first thing I had to do was draw a
warm bath, with plenty of bath salts in it.  I allowed
her to bathe as long as she wanted.  She stayed in
the tub until her fingers started to wrinkle up like
prunes.

	While she was soaking in the tub I made some
calls and had some clothes appropriate for a girl her
age delivered.  I selected items that would be
generous in the size until I could take her shopping.
The clothes were delivered shortly after she
emerged from the bathroom.  Her hair was still
damp.  I just had to dry her hair with a pistol dryer.
I was thinking that I had to get her to a hair
dresser.

	Gail was like a child opening presents when the
clothes were delivered.  Modesty was out of the
question.  She had to try on everything, right there
in the living room.  The long bath had done wonders
for her skin.  Her legs did not look so bitten.  Her
skin was as pinkish-white as an alabaster statue.

	We settled in quickly as a couple.  Gail often
felt lonely in her own bed and would come into my
bedroom to be with me.  I could not bring myself to
seduce her.  I felt a motherly attachment to her.

	She apparently was fascinated with my
relatively darker skin and hairy body.  She would
watch me getting ready for bed a lot.  Looking in the
full length mirror I know what my body looks like.
My hips are wider than my shoulders.  My breasts
are not all that large and they droop more than I
would like.  I am still a slender woman if not
physically fit.  My lower tummy bulges out a little
too much.  My pubic hair starts at my navel and
spreads out as it approaches my vulva.  The hairs run
down the inside of my thighs and up between the
cheeks of my ass.  Any gal that opts to tongue my
ass is likely to find dingle berries clinging to the
hairs.  Gail didn't seem to mind what my body looked
like.

	She told me what it was like living with her
mother.  Apparently her mother would bring home
tricks and make her get out of bed and sit in the
only chair in the room while her drunken customers
fucked her.  Some of her customers were women.
After her mother passed out some of the men would
turn their attention to her.  She told me that they
would make her suck their cocks.  One guy came up
with an idea and made her put her face between her
mother's legs and held her head down, forcing her to
suck her mother's pussy.  Her mother only gave out a
satisfied moan in her drunken stupor.  The man
forced his cock into her pussy and fucked her.  Her
cries of pain were muffled in her mother's pussy.

	At least the women were nice to her, according
to what she told me.  After her mother would pass
out the women would pick her up and sit her on their
laps.  They would have her suck on their tits while
they would rub her pussy to make her feel good.
She told me about one time her mother brought
home a stocky women with her dark hair cropped
short and shaved on both sides.  When she saw her
naked from the back she was muscled like a man and
her body was covered with tribal tattoos.  The
woman sucked her mother's pussy like an animal and
then finger fucked her hard and fast.  When her
mom came, she passed out.  The woman placed Gail
on the bed next to her mother and sucked her pussy
and licked her asshole until she thought she was
going to die.  Her stories did turn me on but I felt
guilty about my feelings.

	She was the one to beg me to let her suck my
pussy.  I tried to resist the temptation but when she
sat on my bed and reached out and placed her hand
on my pussy I gave up trying to reform.  I let her
play with my pussy as much as she wanted.  I found
myself moving closer to her and spreading my legs so
that she could taste my pussy.  Gail buried her face
in my dark pubic hair and stuck her tongue into my
pussy.  So here I am a 23-year-old lesbian with an
adopted 8-year-old daughter.  I have her in school
and have cautioned her not to get involved with her
playmates.



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