Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2017 21:15:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Molding (Lesbian/Beginnings, oral, anal, f/F)

Beginnings, oral, anal, f/F

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

Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved

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			  Molding

			    By
			    Jan

      My name is Beverly and I come from a family that
is just hard working people.  We are not members of
the beautiful people.  We wouldn't know a good bottle
of wine from Welch's grape juice.  My female
relatives don't visit beauty parlors or have their nails
manicured.  We are uncomfortable wearing high
heeled pumps and have very few dresses suitable for
formal occasions.

      Our children are just as attractive as any, but
the males grow up working hard and are known for
drinking and fighting, so they have scared faces at a
young age.  The females get married young and have
children at a young age.  They grow old before their
time.  Some of them were pretty enough to be the
home coming queens in high school, and look like they
are sixty by the age of forty.

      In my case I was an angelic looking brunette as a
child.  I was truly an innocent girl, even after I
entered puberty I had only a rudimentary knowledge
of how children were conceived.  I can't say I was
pretty, but I feel I was reasonably attractive.  I just
didn't have self-confidence or self-esteem enough to
have an outgoing personality.

      The boys that were attracted to me were also
the shy type that were also reluctant, to make their
feelings known.  When I entered junior high and the
popular girls were dating boys I was not being asked
out.

      When most girls were being introduced to sex by
their own curiosity with boyfriends, girlfriends or
relatives I was oblivious to it all.  When I was a
fourteen-year-old freshman in high school everything
changed for me.

      I happened to be interested in clay pottery.
There was no class at school, so I sought out a local
artisan, named Alison, and asked her to teach me.
There was some reluctance because she was busy
making a living.  She worked with a pottery wheel.
She pointed out that I would have to come up with my
own wheel, because she wasn't prepared to teach a
novice.  I had a little money of my own.  It took me a
little time to find a used old fashioned foot powered
pottery wheel under two-hundred dollars.

      Alison reluctantly agreed to let me setup my
wheel in her studio and allowed me to visit her shop
after school.  She was busy with her own work, but
she would help me after she had put her own items in
kiln.  She was very helpful and very professional
about teaching me the skills necessary to become a
true artisan.  Over the course of a few months we
developed a true friendship.  I admired her skill as an
artisan, but she was not the kind of woman to be
attractive to people.

      Alison was about forty-five-years-old, and a very
plump woman.  She was about five-feet six feet tall,
and weighted more than two-hundred pounds.  She
was always wearing blue jeans, cotton work shirts and
often a rubberized apron.  Her hair was always a mess
and crusted with clay dust.  I never saw her with
makeup on.  I never thought much about her looks
because she was my teacher and friend.

      As my skills improved she would often hug me
when one of my pots emerged from the kiln good
enough for her to display them for sale alongside of
hers.  One evening after a particular pot came out
particularly good she picked me up hugged and kissed
me.  We celebrated with bottles of cold beer.

      While we sat on an empty wooden table cross
legged sipping our beers the subject of sex came up.
I admitted that I was a virgin and dismissed the
subject claiming that I was not the kind of girl that
attracts the attention of boys.  She was amused and
assured me that I was a pretty girl, and that it was a
shame that boys didn't recognize how attractive I
was.

      I brought up the fact that I had never seen her
interact with anyone outside of business.  I asked her
if she had a boyfriend, and she chuckled.

      "Honey, I have no use for males at all."

      I asked, "What do you mean?

      "Would it disturb you if I tell you that I'm a
lesbian?"

      "I'm not sure; I'm not sure I know what being a
lesbian is all about."

      Alison gave me a strange look, as if she couldn't
believe me.  "I have girlfriends that I make love to!"

      "I understand that, but how do women make love
to women?"

      "Women can make love to each other much like
men do, except we tend to be much more oral."

      "How can women fuck each other?  They don't
have a penis like males!"

      She smiled at me like an ignorant child.  "If
women want to fuck each other like a man they can
use a variety of different kinds of dildos.  Some very
life like either hand held; some plain other with
electric motors, some that can be strapped on.  The
added feature is they never go soft before the
female being fucked gets off!"

      The humor of her statement was wasted on me.

      She kissed me and said, "There is nothing more to
say!  I will have to show you what it's like to have sex
with a woman!"

      I didn't say anything while she started undressing
me.  I recognized that a pottery knee high studio
table would not be the ideal place to have sex on.
The table and floor is always covered with the gray
dust of dry pottery clay.  I could feel the power
covering my naked backside as I lay on the table.

      Alison lifted my legs up and bent my knees so
that she could spread them open.  I had never
thought about shaving my pubic hair before.  (I had
looked upon my hair as proof that I was a woman.)
She lay on top of my body and started kissing me and
squeezing my tits.  They were not all that big at
fourteen years of age.  Alison didn't mind the fact
that some clay dust were on them as she started
sucking on my nipples.  I was overwhelmed with a
flood of feelings.

      She eventually moved down the table to get
between my legs.  She started licking my pussy, and
she was driving me crazy with her mouth.  Somehow
she managed to get my clitoris into her mouth and
sucked on it like a nipple.  I didn't understand what
was happening when I had an orgasm.  When I
recovered Alison started licking my vagina before she
stuck two fingers into my vagina.  There was some
pain when she pierced by hymen, and I complained
about the pain.  Alison assured me that it wouldn't
last long.  She returned to sucking on my clit while
she finger fucked me.  It took a little while before I
had a second orgasm.  The end result was I blacked
out for a short time and when I recovered my body
was quivering uncontrollably.  When the quivering
subsided I felt so relaxed that my limbs felt like
they were made of lead.

      Alison got off the table and started removing her
own clothes, as I sat up to watch her.

      She had removed her apron before she made love
to me, so she started removing her shirt.  I was
mesmerized by her body.  She had a thick body with
strong arms.  There was a substantial amount of dark
hairs on her forearms and under her armpits.  Her
breasts were large and like empty bladders sagging
almost to her waist.  Her areolas and nipples were
located at the bottom and pointed at the floor.  She
paused long enough to remover her shoes and socks.
While she was bent over taking off her shoes, her
sagging breasts swayed like pendulums before she
stood up to unfasten her blue jeans.

      Her jeans were covered with clay dust as she
pulled them down and stepped out of them.  Her thick
legs were unshaved, but where her calves rubbed
against her jeans the hairs were rubbed off.  She was
wearing unflattering underwear commonly called
granny panties.  They were baggy in the back and
stained in the crotch.  When she removed them I saw
that she must have shaved her pubic hair at some
time, but there was stubble sticking out proving that
her pubic hair trailed down the inside of her thighs.
I was fascinate looking at her crotch because I had
never seen a woman that had labia minor lips dangling
beyond their pussy opening like rubber folds of
excess skin.  The folds were like cauliflower and were
the color of flesh and gray at the ends of the shin.
While I was looking at her she pulled me back down
on my back with my head near the edge of the table.

      I was looking up at her cunt and smelling her
musky odor as she actually mounted my head.  She
lowered her body until her pussy covered my mouth
and nose like a gasmask.  She had a clitoris that stuck
out like a three inch penis.  I was able to suck on it
like she had done to my nipples.

      She made a lot of complementary comments about
my skills at sucking her clit.  My mouth was being
coated with her slimy juice.  I had to swallow her
juice or choke.  She got so excited that she rotated
her hips until her cunt over my mouth.  I delved into
her wet cunt with my tongue. Then she backed away
long enough to turn around and backed up to sit on my
face.  She held my hair and ground her asshole
against my mouth.  As nasty as it may sound I found
the way she dominated me and ground her asshole
into my mouth very exciting.  At one point she
decided to reverse our positions.

      She pulled me to my feet and she lay on her back
and pulled me on top of her.  When I picked up one of
her breasts with both hands the soft flesh molded
over my hands like a rubber balloon filled with rice.  I
took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, as I
pulled my head back stretching her tit out until I
released the nipple.  I licked the other tit and did the
same thing to it, before going down on her.

      The stubble of her pubic hair was like rubbing my
face on the face of my old grandfather.  My cheeks
and chin were red after a short time.  It was actually
fun sucking on her clit like it was a penis.  It took a
long time to make her have an orgasm but eventually
she cried out, "I'm cumming!"  We got dressed and I
went home to think about what had happened.

      I had a hard time going to sleep, so I resorted to
masturbating until I had several orgasms before I
fell asleep.

      My afternoons after school became even more
educational after that.  My pottery began selling
every bit as well as Alison's, and our sex life got even
better.  I truly loved her.

      One day a woman entered the shop and took one
look at me and said, "Alison, you dirty old bitch!  Now
I see why you have not been seen lately!"

      Alison responded, "Polly, this is Beverly, my
apprentice!  Beverly, this is Polyline, an old friend.
She owns a glass blowing studio."

      It didn't take much imagination to recognize that
these two women were probably lovers.

      As it turned out Polly wasn't jealous at all.  I was
welcomed into the local gay community by all of her
friends.

      When I graduated from college we became
partners in business, and my family had to come to
grips with the fact that we were going to live
together as a married couple before our State
approved same sex marriage.  We were partners in
everything we owned to insure family members could
exclude either of us should either of us from
controlling our joint wealth should one of us pass
away.

      Alison was a jealous lover, but she included me in
her relationships with other lesbian women.  If we
chose to date another woman she wanted to be
included in the bedroom.  We occasionally had three-
ways and sometimes four people involved.



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