Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 22:50:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Girls in White Ball (Lesbian/adult youth, f/F, f/Ffff)

Warning:

Lesbian/adult youth, f/F, f/Ffff

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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               Girls in White Ball
                      By
                     Jan

	I have to start off by admitting that I grew up
in the home of a single parent mother that was a
lesbian.  She never made an issue out of her sexual
orientation.  She deliberately didn't engage in any
overt sex in my presence.  That doesn't mean she
stopped having sex with her women friends, but she
always waited until I was in bed before she went to
bed with her lady friends.

	I went to public school and took part in all of
the school activities.  I was enrolled in ballet and tap
classes most of my life.  I was popular with my
classmates and they were visitors to my home many
times.  Most of my friends never suspected that my
mother was a lesbian.  The ones that suspected were
kind enough not to spread rumors.

	When I reached the age of puberty mother and
I had a long discussion about the facts of life and my
own sexual orientation.  She admitted that she was a
lesbian, and her best friend was her lover.  I had
always called her Aunty Joyce, even though I knew
that we were not related.  I assured her that I
wanted to be a lesbian, but mother suggested that I
wait until I was 15-years-old to decide if I wanted to
follow in her footsteps.

	I couldn't help noticing the changes taking place
in my classmates.  In middle school most of the boys
and girls pretty much dressed something alike and
were friends with most of their classmates, but in
junior high when they entered puberty there was a
divergence in their behavior and identity.  They
started dressing differently and forming cliques.

	There were the ones called "Preppie."  They
dressed like they were in Ivy-League colleges.  The
second group, were the called "Jocks."  They tended
to be popular for their athletic abilities, and forgiven
their lack of academic abilities.  The third group
called "Stoners."  They were the ones high on drugs
all of the time.  The fourth group sometimes called
"Delinquents."  That group rebelled against authority
at every opportunity.  The fifth group called the
"Misfits."  They were the ones that were lacking in
social skills, academically challenged, or even so
unattractive that they were shunned by everyone.

	It broke my heart to see the way they treated
that poor girl who was grossly fat, and had a bad case
of body odor.

	I didn't feel that I fit in with any of the groups.
In the girl's dressing rooms for gym or the swimming
pool I heard all of the discussions about their sexual
activity, and their sniping at the physical attributes
of other girls.  I got the reputation of being
snobbish, because I wouldn't dish the dirt with the
other girls.

	When I entered my sophomore year of high
school as my fifteenth birthday approached my
mother asked me again if I truly wanted to be a
lesbian.  After I assured her that I had decided that
I wanted to be a lesbian like her and Aunty Joyce,
Mother started preparations for me to join the girls
coming out that season.  It was a big thing for the
lesbian community.  It was called "The Girls in White
Ball."

	The lesbian community rents a ballroom at a
four star hotel to host the coming out of "The Girls
in White."  All of the debutants had had custom white
ball gowns made, and the sponsors all dressed in
elaborate party dresses.

	My mother and Aunty Joyce were my sponsors.
They had gotten a popular dress designer to make my
gown.  They fussed over the making of it for months.
It was a full length gown with a train, and there were
10 white satin buttons on each of the sleeves from
the wrists to the elbows, and 10 white satin buttons
down the back of the dress even though the back
plunged down to the small of my back.  The front of
the gown had a plunging neckline that went down to
my navel.  With my back and cleavage exposed there
was no way I could wear a brassier.  Aunty Joyce had
bought me white satin pumps with four inch heels and
nude white self-supporting nylons, but also insisted
that I wear a white lace garter belt to hold up my
nylons.  She also bought pretty delicate white lace
panties that would do little to hide my pussy.

	There was a lot of discussion about going shaved
or unshaved, panties or no panties, but I asked my
dress maker to come to the hotel to help dress me,
so that my mother and Aunty Joyce wouldn't find out
the answer to what I decided to do until later.

	At the ball the sponsors of the new debutants
and other guests lined both sides of the hall.  The
chairmen of the committee stood at the head of the
ballroom on stage with the orchestra.  The female
master at arms stood at the far end of the ballroom,
just to the left of the entrance.  She held a large
mace that she tapped twice on the floor as each
debutant stepped forward to be introduced each girl.

	Each girl slowly walked the length of the
ballroom to curtsey before the chairman, before
peeling off to the right and left to join their
sponsors.

	In our community there were five high schools
and a couple of Catholic high schools as well as a
couple of other private high schools, but I was
surprised that there were half a dozen girls that I
actually knew.  There were a couple of Catholic girls
from our neighborhood that I knew, and four girls
from my high school.  When they saw me they
gathered around me to find out when I had come out.
They were shocked to hear that I had promised my
mother not to have sex until the ball, and I was
actually a virgin.

	It was amazing how fast the room learned that
I was a virgin.  Every woman and girl there was
approaching me for a dance.  Mother pointed out to
me that if the chairman of the committee were to
take me to her room I would be the hit of the ball
and would be sought after the rest of the year.  I
was being propositioned with every dance.  It was
great fun, the women danced with me with every
waltz, and the girls danced with me when they played
a rock and roll number.  It was great fun to line dance
when they played a country number.

	As the party started to wind down the
committee chairman approached me and introduced
herself as Elizabeth Harris, while we were dancing
she invited me to have a drink with her in her room.  I
accepted and we made our exit to the elevators.

	We happened to be alone on the elevator up to
her floor, so she was kissing me all the way up.  Her
hotel room had a king sized bed, unlike the two full
sized beds in my mother room.

	Elizabeth asked me if I'd like a drink, and when
I accepted she opened the little fridge.  I cautioned
her that the hotel over charged for anything you use
in the fridge, and she smiled at me, "Because I bring
them so much business at these functions, they comp
my room and anything I use."

	She took out a couple of 6-ounce cans of Coke
and four of those little shot bottles of whisky.  She
took two plastic cups and added ice before pouring in
a couple of shots of whisky and some of the Coke.
We sat on the bed and took a couple of sips before
she started talking to me.  "I have been fascinated all
evening by that fact that your breasts never fell out
of your ball gown.  How did you do that?"

	I chucked, "My seamstress solved that problem
for me when she helped me get dressed tonight!  If
you help me out of the dress I will show you."

	Elizabeth didn't need to be asked twice.  While
I was unbuttoning one arm she was unbuttoning the
other arm, and I turned my back to her while she
unbuttoned the back of the gown.  I pulled the
sleeves off of my arms before she got all of the
buttons because I didn't want her get the buttons
open for a reason.  I turned to face her as I freed
my arms from the dress.  The top of the gown
remained in place.  I peeled the dress away from each
breast one at a time, to reveal that there were strips
of double sided tape that had been holding the
material to my flesh.  I peeled the tape from my
flesh.

	Elizabeth felt both of my tits at the same time,
before she bent down to suck on my nipples.  I told
her, "I'm embarrassed sitting her partly naked, while
you're still sitting there in your lovely gold lame
gown!"

	With that Elizabeth stood up and unzipped the
back of the gown and unfastened the halter top of
the gown.  The dress floated to the floor around her
feet.  All she had on were dark nylons and gold pumps.
I must say that she had the largest perfectly shaped
tits I had ever seen.  Her nipples were pierced and
she had gold things that looked like star fish covering
her areolas held in place by bolts through her nipples.
Her pubic hair was trimmed short and nothing more
than a little strip above her pussy.  She also had
jewelry attached to the two lips of her labia minor.  I
was mesmerized by the sight of her body.

	She pulled me to my feet and I shed the ball
gown.  I was standing there in just the lace garter
belt holding up the while nylons and the white satin
pumps.  My pussy was fully exposed between the
white garter straps, and it was fully shaved.
Elizabeth ran her hand over my smooth vulva, and
stuck her middle finger between my labia minor to
seek out and play with my clit.

	I had been the only person to ever touch my
clitoris, so when she touched my clit it caused my
body to quiver uncontrollably.  She got excited
watching me respond to her touch.  She pulled me
down onto the bed, and lay on top of me and started
covering my face with wet kisses.  She spent a lot of
time feeling and sucking on my 34-C breasts.  I had
at least two orgasms before she ever touched my
pussy.  She went down on me and ate my pussy until I
had so many orgasms that I actually passed out.

	When I recovered I started feeling her tits.
As I had observed they were perfectly shaped and
very firm to the touch.  I was fascinated by the
jewelry attached to her tits.  She removed the bolts
from her nipples and removed the stars, so that I
toyed with her nipples, and had to comment that her
breasts were perfect.  She smiled and said, "They
should look perfect for what I paid for them!"

	I was puzzled, "They aren't real?"

	Elizabeth said, "They are real, but I had breast
implants to make them as large as they are.  In my
profession big tits are a plus.  I'm a lesbian porn-star
and producer.  I would love to star you in one of my
movies."

	"Don't you have to be 18-years-old to be in
those kinds of movies?"

	"We can get you identification that proclaims
that you are any age we want."

	"I would have to get my mother's permission."

	Elizabeth smiled, "You are precious!" and kissed
me on the mouth again.  This time I could taste my
pussy juice all over her face.  Then she placed her
hands on top of my head and pushed my head down
toward her cunt.

	This was the first time I had ever had my head
that close to another-persons pussy.  I had smelled
my fingers after masturbating, and her pussy smelled
very similar.  I found it very exciting and erotic.  The
smell made my head spin.  She had a surprisingly large
clitoris.  It looked like a little penis sticking out of
her labia minor.  I was able to suck it into my mouth,
and make a lot of noise while I vibrated it between
my lips.  When Elizabeth went into an orgasm, she
wrapped her long legs around my neck and locked
them.  I was almost being smothered by her wet
pussy.  When she finished cumming she released my
head, and we sprawled out on the bed next to each
other, while we recovered.  We were to repeat that
act several times that night.

	The most shocking thing Elizabeth did to me
was to roll me over onto my tummy, and spread my
butt and stick her nose and tongue into my asshole.  I
had no idea that I could have an orgasm from that
sort of activity.  She didn't give me an option when
she wanted her asshole licked.  She sat on my face,
and wiggled her ass around until my nose and tongue
were buried in her asshole until she let me know she
was having an orgasm, but she almost smothered me
when she sat down on my face with all of her weight.

	In the morning we cleaned up, and eventually we
got dressed and I took Elizabeth down to my
mother's and Joyce's room.  We walked in on them
just waking up.  Mom was in bed with one of the girls
that had been a deb a couple of years ago.  Joyce was
in bed with one of the Catholic girls I knew.  Joyce
still had a strap-on dildo attached to her hips.  It was
obvious that she had fucked the girl with it.

	I set about removing my ball dress and boxing it
up.  I changed into casual attire.  I chose to wear
nude nylons with cork wedge sandals,  a skirt made to
look like blue jean, and a baby blue T-strap tank top.
I didn't bother putting on any underwear.

	When everyone had dressed we went down to
the dining room for breakfast.  I'm sure any civilians
in the dining room thought that there must have been
wedding last night, seeing one of the young woman
dressed in white ball gown.  We had a big meal as
other members of the party filed in to join us.  They
had to add tables, but eventually had to sit other
party members at other tables.

	We had to say our goodbyes to Elizabeth and
the girls eventually.  We gathered up our luggage,
paid our bill with a credit card, and headed home.

	I was carrying on about what had taken place.  I
also told them about Elizabeth's proposition.  They
both knew about her occupation, but they were not
sure they were willing to let me make videos with her.

	True to their prediction, our phone already had
half a dozen messages on our machine.  The women
were all asking for dates with me, or they were asking
my mother for play dates with them and their
daughters.  Aunt Joyce made a careful list of the
calls.

	Mother and Joyce discussed the offers.  The
ones they knew got priority consideration.  I also got
to state my preferences when it came to the girls.

	I was reluctant to date girls from school that
were known lesbians, because if they got too friendly
with me, I would be a suspect, and that was not the
kind of attention I wanted.

	We waited a couple of days before we started
even returning calls.  The women that had girls were
given fist consideration.  I wanted to talk to the two
Catholic girls, because I wanted to find out if they
had ever had sex with any of the nuns.  My mother
was just as curious as I was, so we called the woman
that had called on behalf of the blonde headed
Catholic School girl.  We made a date to have them
over.

	The next evening we were waiting for them to
arrive.  A Dodge minivan arrived at the appointed
hour.  I went out to greet them.  The woman that was
driving was a woman with short gray hair dressed
rather simply with a Navy blue skirt, ankle socks,
white blouse, and Navy knit sweater.  The girl was
dressed in her school uniform with the short pleated
gray and blue skirt and a blue blazer emblazoned with
the school crest.  I hugged her and mother hugged
the older woman.  We waited until we were inside
before making the introductions.

	The girl's name was Kathy O'Connell and the
woman was Sister Mary Ester.  I was disappointed
that she didn't come in her habit.  Mom took the
blonde aside before taking her to her bedroom.  I
took the nun to the guest bedroom.  I wanted to learn
all about her.

	She told me that she had never had sex with
anyone until she became a novice.  Apparently the
mother superior of her order took her under her wing
and taught her what the term special friend meant.
By the time she took her vows she had become a
dedicated lesbian.  When she became a teacher she
couldn't resist it when some of the precocious girls
flirted with her.  Over the years she admitted that
she had presented more than 20 girls at "The Girls in
White" coming out.

	I asked her about the girl she had brought this
year.  She said that she lived with an aunt that had
been one of the girls she had presented more than
twenty years ago.

	She invited me to come to the school next
evening and she would show me around.  I led her to
my bedroom and I was impressed with how smooth
and supple her skin was for a woman her age.  I
learned from her that her sisters never shaved their
bodies, so she had a natural feminine odor.  We spent
the evening exploring each other's bodies.  I must say
I did enjoy sucking the pussy and tits of an elderly
nun, and she proved to be an excellent lover.

	  When my mother was finished entertaining
Kathy the nun took her home to her aunt, I promised
to visit her the next evening about 7:00 pm.

	I was at the receptionist desk at the appointed
hour asking to see Sister Mary Ester.  The nun at the
desk made a phone call, and it didn't take long for
Sister Mary Ester to step off the elevator.  She was
in the full habit of her order.  She welcomed me with
a warm hug, and le me to the elevator.  We got off on
the second floor.  I asked if it was necessary to have
an elevator to get to the second floor.  Sister Mary
Ester told me that there were some nuns old enough
to have trouble walking.

	We walked down the hall with door to rooms on
either side.  Most were closed, but there were some
that were open.  I was able see the Spartan room.
The only furniture consisted of a twin sized bed
fitting for an Army barracks, a simple dresser-
drawers, without a mirror and a wardrobe for what
few clothing changes they had.  She explained the sin
of vanity was not part of a nun's way of life.  Some of
the young nuns were sitting on straight back wooden
chairs read.  If they were partly undressed all they
had on was cheap cotton chemises that looked more
like granny nightgowns.

	Sister Mary Ester explained that the rough
white unbleached chemise is the only under garment
worn by the nuns in her order.  I immediately
pictured then working all without brassieres or
panties.  I was excited about finding out if that were
true.

	Before we entered her room she pointed out
that the bathrooms and showers were at the end of
the hall.  She also told me that the third floor was a
dorm for the few girls that were boarded there.
That way if any girl tried to seek out that had to go
through the second floor nun's quarters.

	Her room looked just like all of the other
rooms.  The only decoration on the wall was a crucifix
and the reprint of a picture of the Holy Mother
Mary.  She invited me to sit on her bed, while she
proceeded to remove her habit.  She removed some
pins from under the fold of the black head covering.
Then she untied the stiffly starched white collar.
Then she untied the back of the white cotton head
covering at the back of her head that covered all but
her face.  Her hair was matted and moist from
sweating under the head covering.  The next step was
to remove the heavy wool black habit.

	She removed her rosary from under the sash
cord around her waist.  Next she untied the top of
the robe, and proceeded to pull it over her head.  Like
the other nuns she was wearing a simple white cotton
chemise that extended well below her knees.  To
satisfy my curiosity she pulled the thing over her
head, before sitting down on her wooden chair.

	I was still impressed with her body, regardless
of her age her skin was a smooth creamy white.  I
could even see a blemish, like a mole.  Her pubic hair
was thinning and graying though.  She bade me to
stand.

	When I stood up, I was almost standing
between her legs as she sat in her chair.  She helped
me remove my clothes.  We spent a pleasant evening
making love to each other.  I molded me breasts with
my hands and sucked on her breasts.  She did the
same things breasts, and complimented me on what
pretty breasts I had.  She took charge and positioned
me on my back, so that she could go down on me and
eat my pussy.  By the time I was ready to cum I was
slapping her ears with my thighs.

	I rolled her over and spread her legs before
studying what her pussy looked like.  It was fortunate
that she didn't have hairy legs, because she didn't
shave her underarms and pussy.  Her pubic hair was
still dark, but there were gray hairs in her bush.  I
parted her labia to get a look at her clitoris and
vagina.  The clit wasn't any different from any other
clit I had seen to that date.  I could see the
remnants of ragged flesh where her hymen had been,
and even see the lining of her vagina and the bulge of
her cervix.  The good nun grew impatient with me my
studying her pussy and placed her hands on the back
of my head, and pulled my face against her cunt.  I
ate her pussy, while the nun praised my efforts with
loving words that thrilled me.  When we were finished
we got dressed and she walked me to the door.  I was
a little embarrassed at the knowing looks I got from
the nuns in the hall and the receptionist.

	That was just the beginning of a lifelong pursuit
of pussy.




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