Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 09:13:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mrs.Hendrix (lesbian/adult youth, oral, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl
and a woman.  If this type of content offends you or
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Mrs. Hendrix
By
Jan

	When I was a budding teenager I became
infatuated with the woman next door.  Her name was
Mrs. Hendrix.  I thought she was one of the most
beautiful women I had ever seen at the time.  She
was definitely a full figured woman.  I don't know
how tall she was, because as a twelve-year-old I was
only four-foot six.  Just about every woman was
taller than me.  What I remember most about her
was the size of her breasts.  They were so large
that she was always complaining about how hard it
was to find bras that fit her and how expensive they
were.  As a result I rarely ever saw her with a bra
on.  Most of the time, I could see the impression of
her nipples through the material of her dresses.
Her figure was nice even if she was about 25 pounds
overweight.  I thought her face was so sexy.

	She had shoulder length auburn hair that had
soft waves with shimmering reddish high lights.  Her
eyes were large and brown.  She had full lips with a
perfect cupid's bow, and a wide nose.  I wished I
looked like her.

	I was born to and Irish father and a Danish
mother.  I was just a skinny redhead, with blue-
green eyes, as if anyone would notice because of the
glasses.  I hated my ruddy complexion, and the fact
that my breasts were so damned small.  If it weren't
for the little bumps on my chest and the fact that I
didn't have a cock, people would think I was a boy
with long red hair.  That summer was when I really
got to know Mrs. Hendrix.  It was typical warm
summer in our neighborhood.  We lived on North
Gordon Street, Wichita, Kansas.

	Both of my parents worked, so I was pretty
much left on my own.  The modest houses were
painted gray with while trim or white with gray trim
and the trees were not all that large.  The streets
did have curbs.  Mrs. Hendrix was married to a long
haul truck driver, so she was on her own for weeks
at a time.  She worked in her yard during the early
mornings before retreating indoors to take
advantage of the air-conditioning while she did her
housework.  That summer I sought her out to help
her, just so I could be near her.

	Mrs. Hendrix hung her laundry outdoors
because she liked the sun bleaching and fresh smell,
besides she didn't have to heat up the house with a
gas dryer.  I helped her with the sorting and hanging
the laundry out to dry.  When we were done she
always offered me iced tea.  We would settle down
in the coolest room in the house, which happened to
be the living room on the north side of the house.
We spent the afternoon chatting about everything
from school, my friends, current events and her
relationship with her husband.  One such morning I
admired her breasts by saying, "I hope my breasts
are as large as yours when I grow up!"

	She placed her arm around my shoulders and
said, "Honey...you don't want to wish that upon
yourself, having tits as big as mine are a curse.  Men
only look at them, and they think you are an easy lay.
Women think you are trying to seduce their men, and
hate you.  The weight of the damned things makes
your back ache all of the time!"

	She took hold of one of my wrists and placed
my hand on one of her breasts.  I am not kidding
each of her breasts were as large as a basketball.
There was only the thin material of her simple
summer house dress between my hand and her flesh.
It was soft under my hand, and I could feel her
nipple poking the palm of my hand.  She was using
both of her hands on either side of her breast to
hold her breast up for me to play with.  Her breast
was so large that there was plenty of space for my
hand to feel her flesh.

	Mrs. Hendrix was explaining, "I simply married
a long haul truck driver because he is only home one
day out of ten.  I don't care if he fucks every truck-
stop-dolly out there.  When he is home he is usually
too drunk to get it up, which is fine with me!"

	I was confused, "Don't you like him?"

	"He is a nice provider, and doesn't require a lot
of maintenance.  I really don't have much of a sex
drive when it comes to men." She said.

	"Don't you like sex?" I asked.

	"Yes my dear.  I just get my sexual
gratification other ways." She said.

	I was puzzled by her response.  I did notice
that her nipples did appear to be stiffer and larger
as my fingers stroked them.

	Mrs. Hendrix was speaking softly, as if in
confidence as she said, "I prefer the company of
women."

	I had heard of lesbians before, and had an idea
about their sexual activity, but had never met one
that I knew of.  Suddenly finding out that the
object of my affections was a lesbian thrilled me
beyond belief.  I could not believe that such a sexy
woman would actually have an interest in such a plain
girl like me.  Just the same I was experiencing a
thrill from the touch of her arm around my
shoulders while I was rubbing her nipple.  I grew
bolder and slipped my fingers inside the top of her
bodice.  I couldn't believe my luck, as I slipped my
hand between the material of her dress and the
warmth of her flesh.  I relished the smell of her
body fragrance.  There was a light sent of soap,
cologne and her natural body odor as I cuddled up
against her even tighter.

	Mrs. Hendrix facilitated my access to her
breasts by unbuttoning the front of her dress down
to the waist.  Those magnificent basketball sized
breasts spilled out of her dress.  I had two breasts
to play with.  She placed her hand on the nape of my
neck and pulled my head down to the nearest breast.
I was so excited that I was shaking as I took the
nipple into my mouth.  Her areolas were as large as
my whole hand.  While I was busy sucking on her
breast, and playing with her other breast, Mrs.
Hendrix was free to do whatever she liked with me.

	She slid her hand down my back to the seat of
my summer shorts, and squeezed my small butt.
Then her fingers gently slid around my hip, and
sought out the junction of my legs.  I spread my legs
a little more to allow her to place her hand on my
pussy.  She stroked the crotch of my moist shorts.
It was a thrilling experience that lasted for almost
an hour.  Eventually we had to stop, so that I could
go home.  I was weak kneed as I made my way to the
door.  Mrs. Hendrix kissed me on the mouth very
passionately before I left her house.

	I spent the night thinking about what we had
done.  I pulled up my nightgown and played with my
pussy until I squirted three or four times, before I
dropped off to sleep.  I was so exhausted that I
slept late.  When I got up I cleaned up and put on
clean panties, shorts, and a simple jersey sleeveless
short T-shirt.  I pulled my hair back and put it in a
ponytail.  I didn't put on shoes, as normal.  I poured
myself a bowl of cereal for breakfast.  I ate quickly
and washed my bowl and spoon.  I let them air dry
before heading for Mrs. Hendrix home.

	Mrs. Hendrix was just finishing working in her
garden.  She was dressed in loose fitting work
clothes.  Her head was covered with a wide brimmed
straw hat.  She invited me into her house while she
changed clothes.  She sent me to the family room
with a glass of iced tea.  I was disappointed that she
didn't invite me to accompany her while she
showered.  I would have loved to see her totally
naked.  I could hear the water running.  In time she
entered the room dressed in a silk kimono.  It was
black with colorful flowers all over it.  The thing
ended at mid thigh and was held closed by a sash
cord tied at the waist.  She looked absolutely
stunning in her bare feet.  I could smell the
fragrance of scented soap and body oils halfway
across the room.

	She approached me, as I sat there with my
mouth open.  She sat next to me on the couch just
as she had the day before.  This time she took me
into her arms and kissed me very passionately.  It
was breathtaking the way she stuck her tongue into
my mouth.  No one had ever kissed me that way
before.

	The way the bottom of her kimono rode up her
thighs was very titillating because I could see a dark
shadow between her legs, and was not sure if it was
a shadow, or her dark pubic hair.  As I reached for
her breasts the gown opened easily to expose those
beautiful breasts to my admiration again.  While I
started feeling her breasts, Mrs. Hendrix insisted on
interrupting my efforts long enough to pull my T-
shirt over my head.

	I had never suspected how sexually stimulating
it could be to have someone else play with my tiny
nipples.  She sucked on one of my nipples, and played
with the other just as I had done to her the
previous day.  Just when I was getting used to the
way she was stimulating my youthful breasts, she
continued sucking on my whole breast while she
lifted my butt up and pulled my shorts and panties
down under my ass.  When she allowed me to sit
down again, she pulled my clothes completely down
my legs.  I kicked my feet free of my clothes, so
that I was totally naked.

	Mrs. Hendrix commented, "Oh...baby I do love
the sight of your patch of pink pubic hair!"  Having
said that she placed her hand over my vulva, and
started playing with my pussy.  I was wiggling around
uncontrollably.  It was all I could do to hang onto
her tits.  I was slobbering all over her breasts.

	While she was taking off my clothes her sash
came undone and the kimono came unfastened.  The
slippery silk material slid to the sides of her body.  I
got my first look at her pubic triangle.  The hair on
her head had a reddish cast, but her pubic hair was
much darker.  I could see that her labia were brown
flabby protruding lips beyond the opening of her
pussy, also there was a thick bulge sticking out with
the hood pulled back exposing her clitoris.  Just the
sight of her pussy made my pussy tingle and my
mouth water.  At that point Mrs. Hendrix put her
hand under my chin and lifted my head up, so that
she could kiss me for a long time with more passion
than I had ever experienced.

	That was when she helped me recline on the
couch, and hovered over me as she started kissing
and licking her way down my body on her way to my
pink haired pussy.  I couldn't believe the way it felt.
There was nothing to do but stroke her hair while
she flipped my little clit with her tongue.  She
pinched and pulled on my nipples, while she licked my
pussy.  We were both sweating by the time I had a
climax, even through the house was cool.  When she
recognized that I had cum she sat up.

	That was when she removed the kimono, and let
it drop to the floor.  That was the first time I saw
that there was dark underarm hair sticking out from
under her arm along the underside of the ligament
supporting those magnificent breasts.  She was close
enough to me that I could smell that thick musky
odor of her underarm.  I would have never believed
that that kind of odor would turn me on, but I
actually could not resist lifting by head, and licking
her hair.  She actually lifted her arm to give me
access to her underarm.  I licked her underarm
before I followed the hair to the side of her tit.  I
just loved the soft satiny texture of her tit.  I
sucked as much of her areola into my mouth as I
could, and pulled my head back, stretching the flesh
into a conical shape.

	Now it was my turn to push her backwards on
the couch, so that I could make love to her.  I licked
my way down her body.  Her lower belly was soft and
flabby, with an appendix scar.  She had to tell me
what that was.  I felt sorry for her and licked the
scar.  She got impatient with me and placed her
hands on my shoulders, and gently pushed my head
down.  I started licking the coarse pubic hair
covering her pussy.  I was fascinated by that swollen
ridge protruding with her clit exposed.  I had my
head sideways to her body, so I would take that
ridge in my mouth and shake my head, running my
mouth and tongue along the ridge.  She was moaning,
and giving me all kinds of verbal encouragement.  I
was lost in my efforts to please her.  My face was
covered with her slimy juice, and I could smell the
pungent odor of her pussy, and couldn't think about
anything else.  When Mrs. Hendrix climaxed, I
thought she was going to break my nose.

	While we rested I lay in the crook of her arm
with my head resting on her big breast.  Her arm
was draped around my shoulder, with her hand
resting on my little breasts, and her fingers were
toying with the nipple.  It was perhaps the most
enjoyable day of my life.  When I had to get
dressed to go home I deliberately didn't wash my
face or hands, because I wanted to smell her pussy
as long as possible.  That night I held the finger of
one hand under my nose, while masturbating with the
other.

	The next day was almost a repeat of the
previous day, only we talked about sex afterwards.  I
was in love with her, and would do anything she asked
of me.

	She confided to me that she was planning on
spending a week at the home of a girlfriend.  I was
crushed that she was not going to be around for a
week, and jealous at the thought that she had a
girlfriend.  I feared that she made love to her
girlfriend like she did to me.  Then she asked me if I
would like to go with her?  I was thrilled that she
wanted me to accompany her.  She assured me that
she would square it with my mother.

	True to her word she convinced my mother
that it would be an adventure for me to spend a
week in Santa Cruz, New Mexico.  We had a great
time on the drive cross country.  I finger fucked her
constantly while she drove.  When we arrived I was
surprised to find that her home was high enough up
in the mountains that the dry air was comfortable,
and the air smelled of pine trees.  Mrs. Hendrix
introduced me to her friend.

	The woman's name was Jane.  She was a
slender woman with small breasts.  Her hair was a
dirty blonde with pale blue eyes.  She was an artist
that specialized in Native American Art.  Her home
was decorated with Indian artifacts and her own art
work.  Mrs. Hendrix had told me along the way that
Jane was also a nudist.  So it didn't come as a
surprise when she greeted us in the all together.

	She did have a nice tan, but her skin looked dry
and leathery.  Her small breasts sagged a little.  Her
flat tummy sagged a little too.  Her pubic bush was a
bit darker than her hair.  Her legs were long and
slender.

	She was pleased to meet me, and teased Mrs.
Hendrix about being an old pedophile.  I didn't know
what that was, but assumed it was something nasty.

	Mrs. Hendrix demonstrated to Jane that I was
totally hers by standing behind me, and lifting my
dress to show her friend that I didn't have panties
on.

	Jane was captivated by my pink pubic hair.
She placed the palm of her hand on my pussy, and
slipped her finger into my pussy, while she kissed me.
The three of us slept together during the week.  We
got to enjoy nature in the raw too.  I couldn't believe
how exciting it was to make love with two women at
the same time.  Mrs. Hendrix and I posed for Jane.
When we went home we had a painting of the two of
us made of us naked, with Mrs. Hendrix' hands
resting on my pussy and a breast.

	I don't know how we kept our relationship from
my parents.  There was the day when I was 21-
years-old and had to tell my parents that I was a
lesbian.  There was a lot of hand ringing and quoting
from the bible.  The end result was I had to leave
home and make my way to a big city where I could
live the way I wanted.



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