Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 13:29:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making an Oral Slut (lesbian/adult youth, g/g, g/FF, F/g)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between girls and
adult women and incest between aunt and niece.  If
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                  Making an Oral Slut
                         By
                        Jan

	Living in rural Connecticut is the picture of
suburban living.  Tree lined streets, manicured lawns,
people drive up from the south just to see the fall
colors of our trees and road crews plow the snow to
keep the roads open during the winter.  Some of my
family's neighbors would actually close up their
homes and spend the winter in Florida.  I was four
years younger than my sister and had dark hair.  I
was a pretty happy child.  It was a safe
neighborhood and children were free to roam the
neighborhood when the weather was good.

	The children played in the streets from the
spring until early fall.  I would be out there until my
mother would call out "Ivelet, supper time!"

	I knew when my older sister reached puberty
and I listened to our mother telling her about what
her period was and showing her how to put on a
"Kotex" and insert a "Tampon".  I was fascinated by
her underwear, they were prettier than mine.  When
she started having periods her panties would get
spotted with blood.  She ruined a lot of panties by
staining the crotch so much.  I would fish out her
and mother's panties and inspect the crotch.  If the
crotch of their panties were stained, I would smell
them.  The fascination with panties was even carried
over to school.

	I enjoyed school and went out of my way to
please my teachers.  I was unfortunate enough to be
near sighted and had to wear glasses.  Children at
that age assume anyone that wears glasses is a nerd.
That is a term that demeans someone that is so
smart that their grades boost the curve up so high
that fewer of them can earn A's.  I hated to be
called a nerd or geek.  I sometimes deliberately
made errors in tests so that my grade would not
draw too much attention.

	One of the school rules was that any child that
had to go to the bathroom during the class time had
to go by twos.  One of the girls I used to go to the
bathroom with had pretty underwear and we could
check each other's panties out.

	We were in the fourth grade and 9-years old
when a teacher caught us in the bathroom checking
out each other's panties.  Our teacher was a 54-year
old woman named Mrs. Davis.  She demanded to know
why we were looking at each other's private parts.

	I quickly responded, "No we weren't.  We were
just looking at each other's underwear!"

	The other girl did not respond.  She was too
scared to say anything.

	To me a 54-year old woman was very old and
she was a tall, full figured woman, with tits that
were huge.  Even in the situation I was in, I was
wondering what her underwear looked like.  She told
us to straighten up our clothes and get back to
class.

	I felt like she never took her eyes off of me
the rest of the day.  When the last bell rang,
announcing the end of the school day, she told me to
stay after class for a moment.  I felt very
intimidated by her.  She not only had authority over
me she was three times as big as me.  I was afraid
of her for good reason.  There was always the
possibility that she would tell my parents.

	It came as a surprise when she was very nice to
me.  She told me, "It is perfectly normal for girls to
look at each other's panties."

	My heart was beating as fast as a three legged
horse in a quarter mile race.  Mrs. Davis towered
over me, and I was trying not to look her in the eye.
I was standing there looking at my shoes and hers.
She had on comfortable shoes with big wide heels
and support stockings.  It was strange, but I had the
strangest desire to see her panties.  It was as if she
could read my mind.

	Mrs. Davis asked, "Would you like to see my
underwear?"

	Shaking my head affirmatively was the true
start of my sexual education.  She was an old hand
at seducing young girls.  She never pushed me into
doing anything I was not ready to do.  It was baby
steps from one thing to another.  With each step
she would make sure I was comfortable with what
she was going to do or have me do.

	She lifted the skirt of her dress up and
gathered it up in one hand so that I could see the
front of her underwear.  It was a full type of
panties in white silky looking material.  The
reinforced crotch only covered the bottom part of
her crotch.  The dark tangle of pubic hairs behind
the front of her vulva formed a dark shadow.  There
were even stray hairs sticking out of the legs of her
panties.  I was practically shaking being so close that
I could smell her pussy.  It was very strong smelling.
She let me look at her as long as I wanted.  I was
too frightened to make a move.

	At one point I thought she was going to ask me
to do something.  She finally let the front of her
dress drop.  She cautioned me, "I you ever want to
talk to me about women's bodies or sex I will be
happy to discuss it with you as long as you never
mention what we do with anyone."  With that she
excused me to go home.

	I had wet dreams about the sight of her
panties all night.  There was nothing said between us
the next day that was not part of her teaching her
normal school curriculum.  I gathered up my stuff
slowly after the final bell for the day.  The door to
the classroom closed automatically and I was hoping
Mrs. Davis was going to talk to me before I reached
the door.

	"Ivelet, would you like to join me in the
teacher's lounge to discuss underwear again?" Mrs.
Davis asked.

	I shook my head up and down as she closed and
locked her desk and rose from her swivel chair.  She
led the way to the teacher lounge.  It was empty
because the teachers were just as anxious to get
away from school as the children.  The room smelled
of stale cigarette smoke and some of the ashtrays
were over flowing.  Mrs. Davis led me directly to the
teacher's bathroom.  She opened to stall door to a
toilet and entered before me.  She hiked up her
dress and pulled down her full panties and sat down
on the toilet.  When I entered the stall she pulled
me to the side so the door could close.  She spread
her legs and took hold of my hand and she asked me
if I would like to touch her pussy.

	I could hardly whisper, "Yes!"

	She pulled my hand down between her legs.  I
felt the coarse tangle of hairs and felt the warmth.
I rubbed my hand over the vulva and my middle
finger just slipped into the crack and I found that
she had a clit that was the size of a red bean.
When I wiggled her clit with my finger she softly
moaned in my ear.  I knew that what I was doing
pleased her.  While I was playing with her pussy,
Mrs. Davis placed her hand on the inside of my thigh
right at the bottom of my skirt.  She ran her hand
up the inside from the back and when she reached
the bottom of my white cotton panties she rubbed
me too.  The panties were old and the elastic in the
legs were stretched.  She simply brush the panties
aside and rubbed my pussy the same way I was
rubbing her.  When she climaxed I thought I had
hurt her at first.  When she calmed down she smiled
and kissed me on the lips.

	Eventually she invited me to visit her off
campus.  It was a private home.  I didn't know at the
time that it was the home of a friend of hers.
While we were there she offered to let me see her
tits and I could play with them and suck on them all
I wanted.  I had always been fascinated with the
size of her breasts.  I was constantly wondering if
she had small or large spots of dark or light pink
color (areolas).  Did she have big or small nipples?

	She opened her dress and removed her bra
without taking her dress off. She very cleverly
unfastened the bra and pulled one shoulder strap
down her left arm and bent her elbow to free it and
then pulled the bra back through the dress and out
the sleeve of her right arm.  When the bra was
removed, she pulled the dress to each side, exposing
her two large breasts.  GOD, they were as big as her
head.  My questions about the size of her nipples
were answered.  Her areolas were almost the color
of chocolate and the nipples were the size of
concord grapes.  I lay across her lap and I held onto
her tits while I sucked on her tits one at a time.
While I was sucking on her tits, Mrs. Davis pulled up
my dress and stroked my panties until I was
comfortable.

	Each time we visited this home we would get
bolder.  The next time we took off our clothes and I
got to play with her tits and pussy.  On another visit
she knelt in front of the chair I was sitting in and
she licked my pussy for a long time.  After she did
that I was ready to lick her pussy.  It was thrilling
and I did it until she climaxed.  She told me how
sweet I was to make her cum.  She even introduced
me to licking assholes.  My teacher adored my ass,
she would spank it very hard and she would lick my
asshole for hours.  I would do the same to her.  Her
pussy was very hairy.  When I would suck her pussy
she even peed in my face when she would start to
cum, and I adored her for doing it.  There came a
day when she showed me a dildo and told me what it
was for.  She had me use it on her pussy and asshole.
I asked her to do it to me.

	She told me that if she took my cherries it
would hurt, but I was ready.  She told me that if
anyone asks me about how I lost my hymen to say
that I fell on the goose neck of my bicycle.  After I
was used to having her fuck me with her strap-on
dildo she introduced me to the owner of the house.

	Magda was a tall, slender woman.  She was the
head of the local public library, and looked the part
of a prim and proper lady.  She wore dresses with
long sleeves, collars around her neck.  When I met
her I found her to be a very pleasant and charming
woman.  She was sweet as could be.  She did
whatever Mrs. Davis told her to do.  She would suck
my pussy while Mrs. Davis would be fucking my
asshole with her strap-on dildo.  I visited them form
the next three years.  When I started to change
from girl to woman Mrs. Davis seemed to lose
interest in me.

	There came a time when I went to visit Mrs.
Davis at Magda's home, and was greeted coolly.
When she let me into the house I was shocked to
see a young girl that looked no older than I had been
when she introduced me to sex.  I was hurt and
jealous that she was cheating on me.  I left crying
but I was addicted to sex with older women.

	I sought out older woman.  I even made a pass
at one of my mother's older friends.  Mom had
several friends; some were almost old enough to be
her grandmother.  I found her attractive because
she was full figured and reminded me of Mrs. Davis.
When I would meet her I would kiss her on the
mouth a little too long.  When she started returning
my kisses, I placed my hand on her tit one evening.
When she didn't rebuff my advance, I toyed with
her nipple through her clothes.  From then on I
would visit her and we would make love in her bed.
She loved the fact that I enjoyed being fucked by
her in either hole.

	I had several long term romances with older
women right through college and when I started
working.  I was not above climbing the corporate
ladder by sleeping in the bed of my women superiors.
I was happy being the younger lover of older women.

	I did not have an interest in younger women
normally because they were foolish, childlike, young
women that only talked about clothes and silly
movies.  My feelings changed when my older sister's
daughter came into the picture.

	Christina looked very much like her mother and
I adored her.  When she would come to the city to
visit me, I would go out of my way to impress her
and entertain her.  I took her to amusement parks,
movies and the zoo.  When she was staying with me I
allowed her to sleep in my bed with me.

	I made it a practice to sleep in the nude.
Christina became comfortable seeing me naked and
sleeping with me naked.  She was soon sleeping in the
nude too.  I sound myself wanting to make love to
her.  By the time she was 8 I would masturbate
while dreaming about her.  I looked forward to her
next visit as soon as he left for home.

	When she turned 9 I just had to have her.
She had come home with me after her birthday
party.  I was going to take her to her favorite
amusement park.  She was excited, as only young
children can be about an adventure.  When we got to
my home it was late and we took off our clothes to
get ready for bed as usual.

	When we were in bed snuggling together, she
was so excited that she could not go to sleep.  She
was squirming around.  She was moving around so
much that it was keeping me awake too.  I placed my
hand on her soft tummy and in doing so my hand
touched her little nipples that sent a shock through
her body.  She placed both of her hands on top of
my hand and pressed my hand hard against her
chest.  I could not resist kissing her on the mouth
and slipping my tongue between her lips.  Her tongue
was as sweet as honey to me.

	Christina held my hand to her chest with one
hand and placed the other hand on my tit.  I all but
climaxed just having her hand resting on my tit.  I
withdrew my hand from under hers and slid it down
her body to her little hairless vulva.  When I started
diddling her little clit she turned animal like and was
all over me.  That night I taught her all about sex
with a woman.  I ate her pussy, licked her asshole
and dry humped her.  She inspected my pussy and
asked me when she would have hair like me.  She
sucked my pussy until I had covered her face with
my pussy juice.  By morning she had drunk my pee,
licked my ass and I had fucked her with a dildo.  I
could not get enough of her sweet body.  I wrapped
my arms and legs around her as if I wanted to
absorb her right into my body.  We became lovers
that night.

	As she grew older, she started experimenting
with other girls.  I became jealous of her infidelity,
but my pussy would get sopping wet when she would
tell me all about what she was doing with other girls.

	As she matured she got the hair on her pussy
she had wanted so desperately but like me, her
breasts never got larger that a B-cup, but we both
have wide hips and a round ass.  I loved to see her in
a little black thong that barely covered her crotch
and the black string rode up the crack of her ass.
Now that she is an adult we live together.  Her
parents may suspect that we are lovers but have
never admitted it to themselves.

	Our neighbors do not know about our
relationship.  Most of them think we are mother and
daughter.  After all we do have a strong family
resemblance.  We have many friends among the
lesbian community and we do entertain friends
often.  Just last year we signed up for Salsa and
Meringue dance lessons.  There was a beautiful 46-
year old mother and her 10-year old daughter in the
class.  During the lessons we had to change partners
continually.  It was obvious that the woman was
attracted to Christina.  After a few lessons, the
mother asked me if we could get together to
practice the dance steps.  She gave me her address
and we made a date.  When Christina and I arrived,
we were greeted by the mother and her daughter
was there too.

	I had thought she wanted to date Christina.
As it turned out, she wanted the four of us to do
more than dance.  She started demonstrating dance
steps with her daughter but while dancing she
started feeling her daughter up.  When the girl was
sexually aroused she straddled her head and pulled
her daughter's head against her pussy.  We found
out later that she did not have panties on. When the
girl's head disappeared under her skirt, she was
sucking her mother's pussy.  The woman was getting
an additional thrill by having her daughter suck her
pussy in the presence of her guests.  At one point
she lifted her skirt to show us what her daughter
was doing.

	Rather than being shocked Christina and I were
sexually aroused.  We joined her in a striptease until
we were all naked.  It became a dance of unbridled
lust as we fucked the girls in front of each other
and changed partners to repeat our dance of oral
sex.  I almost pissed on myself when it was my turn
to fuck that charming little 10-year old.  It was a
very satisfying encounter, but never repeated
because that mother and daughter never returned
to the dance studio.

	I do adore Christina.  I inspect her body from
head to toe before I eat her up.  I number every
fold in her asshole before I stick my tongue into her
asshole.  I know every mole around her vulva as I
tongue her pussy until she creams in my mouth.
Christina does not let it end there until she has done
the same to me.

	Christina loves to play with my big ass.  She
finger fucks it until I am able to accept all of her
fist.  She made me beg her to fist my big pussy.
When she does that I just melt in her hands.  Of
course I still think of her as that little girl I took to
bed.  I shave her pussy for her regularly to keep her
looking as young as possible.  While I'm doing that
she pisses in my mouth.  That results in me wrestling
her down and mounting her head with my hairy pussy
so that I can piss in her mouth too.

	We are living in upstate New York.  Christina
got her business degree too.  We have formed a
partnership in a business venture together.  I'm 48
now and Christina is 24.  Just the other night she
came home complaining about her back hurting.  We
were both in jeans and sweaters.

	Our living-room floor is carpeted in a light aqua
blue.  I had her lay face down on the carpet and I
straddled her butt and pushed her gray rib net
sweater up above her bra strap and began rubbing
her lower back.  Every time I would rock forward
she would grunt.  She was making sexy sounds, which
were turning me on.  My next move was to unfasten
her bra.  She struggled to turn over under me, so I
rose up enough to allow her to turn over.

	When Christina turned over I pushed her
sweater up and her bra too.  I massaged her breasts
until her small breasts were warm and her nipples
were hard.  I bent over and sucked on her nipples
while she ran her fingers through my short hair.  I
kissed her mouth while I struggled with the buttons
on her jeans enough to get the five buttons open so
that I could stuff my hand down the front of her
thin little blue thong.  Her pussy was already wet
when I stuck my finger in her pussy.  I finger fucked
her until she climaxed.  While she was still breathing
hard I made her suck my fingers.  She wanted to
return the favor right then and there but it was
dinner time.  I made her wait until bedtime.  Before
I would let her suck my pussy I sat on her face,
forcing her to lick my asshole.  Oh! What a lovely
night we had.




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