Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2014 20:31:50 -0700
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Dirty Little secret (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, F/fF

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/fF

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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            My Dirty Little Secret
                     By
                    Jan

	I was brought up in a comfortable southern
community in Georgia.  My parents named me Mary-
Alice, and sent me to a private school.  We mixed
with the best families in the community.  While I was
in my senior year of high school I was reintroduced to
a young man I had a crush on when I was 14-years-
old.

	His name was George, and he had recently
graduated from Georgia Tech, with a degree in
electrical engineering.  He had been hired by the
electrical company for the area.  His grandmother
had passed away, leaving him with a substantial stock
portfolio and a bank account with a good deal of
money.  When he proposed to me, how could I refuse?

	We were married in the old Methodist Chapel
during the spring, and had the reception at the
country club garden.  He used some of the money to
make a down payment on a nice little house in a good
community.  We settled down to raise the ideal
family.

	I had given birth to three strapping boys in five
years.  After the third boy, I had my tubes tied to
ensure there would not be any more.  George was
working his way up the corporate ladder.  We had
bought a couple of nicer and larger homes by that
time.  He spent a lot of time playing golf at the
country club.  His handicap was a 6, so he played
doubles with the most influential men in town.  His
contacts helped his carrier and investment portfolio.
I took up tennis to keep my body in shape.

	While the boys were in high school I had a brief
fling with one of the tennis pros.  It was well known
who was sleeping with whom within the country club.
Being a golf widow meant that there was less and less
sex with my husband as the years passed.  It was not
good taste to ask who he was getting his sex from.
The gossip around the club was that he was sleeping
with the general manager of the electrical company.
I wasn't about to give up my way of life by making a
fuss about his sexual activities.

	Plenty of wives in the club were known to have
men on the side.  The dowager queen of society was
reputed to be a lesbian.  She had a group of country
club wives that were always in her company.  Some
kissed up to her to help their husband's carriers,
others probably were lesbians too.  I avoided being
sucked into her circle, by never accepting an
invitation to play rummy with them.  Not that I was a
pure or anything.

	The idea of having sex with women crossed my
mind a lot.  I dreamed about having sex with women,
because I was attracted to the soft bodies of women.
I masturbated a lot, and tasted my own juices on my
fingers.  Just the same I resisted acting on that
desire.

	When my youngest boy was off to college I was
in my forties, I had resigned myself to only
fantasizing about sex with women.  That was when it
happened.

	Living in a gated community is living in a small
community of likeminded people.  The only people
outside of our circle we associate with are the maids,
gardeners and chauffeurs.  We try to treat then with
respect, but in truth we look down upon them.  It is
like they move through our world like ghosts.

	Own maid had worked for us for years.  I knew
she had a daughter, named Becky, but I hardly
realized she was around and she was growing up.  I
never objected to Becky swimming in the family pool.
One day when I was relaxing by the pool absorbing
the sun, Becky came out and asked if she could use
the pool.  Of course I told her to go ahead and enjoy
the pool, and assured her that she needn't ask.  When
she removed her towel I couldn't help but admire her
budding figure.  I had to think a moment to
remember that she was fourteen years old.

	Becky looked very mature standing there in a
string bikini.  Her breasts were a nicely shaped 35-C,
and her hips had a nice flare to them, and a flat
tummy.  She was standing on long shapely legs.  Her
chestnut hair was lush, and long enough to reach the
small of her back.  I couldn't help but admire her
youthful figure.  When she dove into the water, I
realized that I had been staring at her.  I tried to
return to reading the book in my hands.

	Becky was swimming laps like a competition
swimmer.  At some point the strings around her neck
came loose.  When she stood up in waist deep water
the two triangles of bright red cloth covering her
breasts fell down exposing those sweet breasts.  I
was struck by the size of her brown areolas.  They
were at least as big around as the opening of an eight
ounce glass.  The nipples were also large too.  I
couldn't help staring at them.

	Becky saw the way I was staring at her breasts.
She apologized for the accident as she pulled the
string up and retied them behind her neck, and
adjusted the cups over her tits.  I realized how much
of her breasts were exposed.  The triangles barely
covered her areolas, even so the nipples were
protruding through the material, making it obvious
how large they were.  As she walked into shallower
water her crotch came into view.  There was a dark
shadow showing through the triangle covering her
pussy.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her body.  She
picked up her towel as she approached me, and was
drying her body.  That string bikini was nothing more
than a thong running up the crack of her butt.  Her
golden brown butt was delicious looking.  I had the
distinct feeling that she was flirting with me.

	She asked if she could join me on the chaise
lounge next to me, of course I assured her that she
was welcome to join me.  She even asked me if I
minded if she removed her bikini, because she didn't
want tan lines, of course I assured her that it would
be alright.

	She untied the top, and pulled the strings on
her hips.  I swear that my mouth watered at the
sight of those breasts and her crotch.  Her pubic
hair was trimmed to an even quarter inch forming a
perfect triangle.  There was something about the
bulge of her vulva that looked so fucking sexy.  She
even spread her legs to expose her inner thighs to
the sun.

	I lied there wondering what she would do if I
made a pass at her.  I tried to tell myself that it was
wrong for me to get so excited at the sight of a
naked girl; after all, she was only the daughter of my
maid.  My thoughts were interrupted by Becky asking
me if I would like a glass of sweet tea.

	She picked up the pitcher of iced tea and a
glass.  I had to sit up a little, as she bent over to pour
the tea.  I suspect she deliberately spilled some of
the iced tea on my tits.  She quickly sat the pitcher
down and used her hands to wipe the material
covering my breasts.  She managed to squeeze them a
little too much.  She was looking right into my eyes,
for my reaction.

	I closed my eyes and placed my hands on top of
hers to prevent her stopping from squeezing them.
She even slipped a hand inside my top to feel my bare
flesh.

	Then I remembered her mother and almost
panicked.  "Your mother?"

	Becky smiled coyly and said, "Mother is shopping
today!  We are alone all day!"

	I relaxed, as she unbuttoned my top.  I had to
sit up to allow her to remove my blouse.  The best
thing about giving birth to three boys was that my
breasts were a 38-DD now.  The girl was definitely
enamored with the size of my tits.  She was kneading
them like they were big balls of bread dough.

	I couldn't resist reaching out to feel her crotch.
I slipped my middle finger between the folds of her
labia.  It was moist and slippery.  She even moaned
while I was finger fucking her.  I added a couple of
more fingers.  It was obvious that she was no virgin.
I wondered how she had lost her virginity.  Had a boy
taken it or had she done it masturbating with an
object.  Possibly even a woman might have taken it.

	Before I could get her off, Becky insisted on
removing my tennis shorts and panties.  At least I
had shaved my legs last night.  I had not been having
sex very much for several years, so I no longer
worried about my bush.  My pubic bush was unkempt.
I didn't even care if a stray hair was visible sticking
out of the legs of my panties.  Becky didn't seem to
mind.

	She knelt between my legs and used her fingers
to part my labia, and take a good look at my cunt.
She even let out a moan, as she buried her face into
my pussy.  She was shaking her head from side to
side and up and down while she stuck her tongue into
my pussy.  She ate my pussy like an expert.  I had
only had a few male lovers during my life, and none of
them were as good at eating pussy as this young girl.
I almost shit when she even licked my asshole.  She
was clinging to my breasts the whole time.

	When I surrendered to her administrations I
had one of the strongest orgasms of my life.  While I
recovered, I was thinking if lesbian sex was always
like this, I was hooked.

	Becky was still clinging to my tits, as she lied on
top of me, and kissed me on the mouth with tongue.
GAWD, it was sexy to be breathing the air she was
exhaling from her nose, while she was fighting with
my tongue with her own.  I sucked on her tongue with
relish.  When she was ready she slid down my body to
take one of my nipples into her mouth.  She sucked on
my nipple as if she thought she was going to get milk
out of it.  I hadn't felt anything like that in years.

	I was overwhelmed with the desire to taste
Becky's tits and pussy.  I reclined the back of the
lounge and let it lay flat, as I rolled Becky over onto
her back on the lounge.  I molded her breasts in my
hands like they were made of clay.  I sucked on those
delicious tits until she was moaning in a mixture of
pleasure and pain.

	When I turned my attention to her pussy, I
draped her legs over the arm rests, so that her
crotch was completely at my mercy.  I inspected the
folds of her little cunt.  I found her clit and sucked
on it until she was screaming my name.

	She was saying things like, "Eat my pussy and
asshole!  Drink my cum you nasty old bitch!"

	I had to find out what her asshole tasted like,
because she had licked mine, if nothing else.  I moved
down between her legs and stuck my nose in her
asshole.  I was surprised to find out that it was sweet
smelling.  Her puckering dark brown asshole was
throbbing around my tongue as I swabbed her hole.
She was so excited she even peed on top of my head.
The urine ran down my bangs, and even some found its
way to my lips.  I tasted her pee along with the flesh.
By the time she had finished with her orgasm I was
exhausted too.

	We cuddled on the lounge until we agreed that
we needed to jump into the pool.  We continued to
hug each other while we were in the water.  We
eventually made our way to the pool house to shower
together.  We had to go to the house to get dressed.
Becky has changed clothes in the wash room
downstairs.  I had to go upstairs to my bedroom to
change clothes.  For some reason I felt a little
rebellious, so I didn't put on any undergarments.  I
put on a dress with a full skirt of wrinkle resistant
satin.  While I was drying my hair with my pistol hair
dryer Becky joined me in my bathroom.  She was
dressed in shorts and a halter top.  She looked
particularly fetching.  Her hair was still wet, so I
suggested that she use my dryer.  I even dried her
hair for her while she sat at my vanity.

	I loved the feeling of her lush hair in my hands.
By the time her hair was dry, I was horny again.

	I couldn't resist placing my hands on her
breasts and massaging them.  She tilted her head
back and I leaned over to kiss her on the mouth.  She
didn't resist as I led her by the hand to my bed.

	Our clothes were soon shed, and we were
hugging and kissing passionately.  We were feeling
each other's bodies and I straddled her thigh so that
I could trib our pussies against each other.  She
wanted to eat my pussy as much as I wanted to eat
hers.  We lay on our sides with one leg bent so that
we had access to each other's pussy.  I couldn't
believe how wanton she made me feel.

	After our second orgasms, we had to get
dressed again, and it was getting late.  Her mother
would be getting home soon.

	We tried to be nonchalant when her mother got
home.  She was excited about showing us the clothes
she had bought for herself and Becky.

	I tried my best to not show how much I was in
love with her daughter, and only had sex with her
when we were alone.

	Becky was not as subtle about her desire to get
into my pants.  I don't know why her mother didn't
see her daughter's flirtatious behavior around me.  I
suspected that as a mother she couldn't bring herself
to admit that her daughter was a lesbian.

	Becky and I managed to have sex with each
other for almost a year before her mother walked
into my bedroom one morning to do the laundry and
found Becky naked in bed with me.

	She was shocked and hurt to find her daughter
eating my pussy.  There followed a lot of tearful
explanations that didn't placate her mother. She even
threatened to quit her job and take Becky someplace
else to live.

	Becky adamantly threatened to run away to live
with me.

	I was frightened as hell.  This could threaten
my way of life.  The scandal around the country club
would be devastating.  I was about to promise to
never have sex with Becky again, when her mother
calmed down.

	Her mother admitted that she was jealous of
me.  She said that she had always had a crush on me.

	I couldn't believe that my maid had been lusting
for my body for years.  She was not the slender
young woman that I had hired all those years ago.
Her body was fuller and more comfortable looking,
but she still had a sexual look about her that made
her attractive to me.

	She started crying, and I couldn't resist taking
her into my arms.  I forgot that I was totally naked.
As I hugged her to my breasts, her tears were
making my tits wet.

	Becky sat there on the bed, watching as her
mother started sucking on my nipple.  My tit was wet
from her salty tears.  I stroked her hair motherly,
while the woman sucked on my nipple.  I found myself
getting turned on.  My pussy was getting wet.

	When I looked at Becky she was sitting there
with her hand between her own legs, frigging herself
like mad.

	I started undressing her mother.  She even
helped me take her clothes off.  I didn't even know if
she was aware that her daughter was in the room, let
alone masturbating at the sight of her mother
sucking on my tits.

	My maid turned out to be as wanton as her
daughter.  She ate my pussy and tongue fucked my
asshole like her life depended on it.  While her
mother was administering to my pussy and ass, Becky
went back to sucking my tits.

	From that day on as soon as George left for
work my maid joined me in bed for an enjoyable
session of oral sex.  I would eventually shower and
get dressed.  While she cleaned the house, I went to
the country club to play tennis, to keep in shape.

	I always ignored all invitations to play cards
with the ladies, because I wanted to get home before
Becky would get home from school.

	Her mother would have a high protein shake
ready for the two of us.  Sometimes we would lounge
around the pool in the nude.  When we would have
those summer rain squalls we would spend the
afternoon in my bedroom.  We would spend the time
eating each other's pussy, and rimming assholes.  I
found it ever erotic to watch mother and daughter
sucking each other's pussy.  I would often masturbate
until I cum, while watching.

	I would struggle not to smile to myself when the
ladies card club would accuse me of being too high
and mighty for them.  I could imagine them gossiping
about me, and wondering what they would say if they
knew about my dirty little secret.



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