Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2016 20:55:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nasty Old Woman (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, dom, F/f

Adult Youth, oral, anal, dom, 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.

Author's Note:

Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved

Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any
suggestions for future stories.


                  Nasty Old Woman
                        By
                       Jan

       My name is Lena, but my friends call me a Bitch!
I know that I am a hopelessly addicted to seducing
young ladies.  Not that I'm a raving beauty or
anything.

      If I have to describe myself I have to say that
I'm the motherly type of dyke.  I'm middle aged, and
my hair is already starting to turn gray.  I keep it
cropped short in the style typical of the fifties for
convenience.   My figure is decidedly plump.  I clean
up well enough when I put on a dress, but I prefer
tennis shoes, slacks and spot shirts.  During the
winter I prefer wool Pendleton shirts.

      I accepted the fact that I was attracted to girls
when I was young.  When other girls were mooning
over boys, I was checking out the girls.  I started out
feeling up the girls in the neighborhood.  Before long
I was kissing them, and that led me going down on
them.  I loved the smell of their flesh, and licking
their little hairless pussies.  I got a reputation around
the neighborhood.

      There was a woman that lived nearby that must
have heard about my reputation.  She was married but
she was a stay at home wife, so she was always
around.  I knew that her name was Mrs. Carol
Hitchcock.  Inevitably we became acquainted more
personally.

      I had admired plenty of women and even thought
about what it would have been like to be with them.  I
knew what naked women looked like and wondered if
they would taste like the girls I had tasted.  But I
had never had the nerve to approach an adult woman.
That changed one afternoon when I took a spill on my
bicycle in front of Mrs. Hitchcock's house.

      I had been ridding down the street, when my
chain came off the sprocket and looked up the back
wheel.  When the bike fell I slid across the pavement
on my hands and knees.  As a result they were
bleeding and gravel was embedded in my skin.

      Carol was in her front year looking after her
flowers when I crashed.  She rusted to my side and
helped me to my feet.  She insisted that she had to
look after my scraps.  She had to pick up my bike,
because the rear wheel was locked, and she placed it
on her porch, as she ushered me into her house.

      The house was cool, because she had the air-
conditioner on.  She led me directly to the bathroom,
and had me sit on the toilet seat while she took some
medical supplies out of the medicine cabinet. She told
me that she had to wash my hands and knees to see
how bad my scraps were.  She washed the palms on my
hands and knees.  They continued to bleed but she
saw some gravel still embedded in the skin.  She told
me that she was going to have to get the gravel out of
my skin, and it was going to hurt.  She used a scrub
brush to clean my flesh.  It was all I could do to keep
from complaining, but I was crying profusely.  She had
to clear away the blood again before applying
hydrogen peroxide.  She bandaged my hands and
knees.  There really were no additional injuries, but
she insisted on checking my body out.  She ran her
hand all over my torso, before starting to feel my legs
from my feet up.  When her hand reached my baggy
shorts I moaned as her hand went under the material.
Her soft hand found the moist crotch of my panties.
She stroked my crotch until the crotch on my panties
was wet.  When she started to withdraw her hand, I
grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand hard against
my pussy, and I leaned forward and kissed her on the
lips.  There was no further attempt to pretend that
she was inspected my body for additional injuries.
She stood up and led me to her bedroom without
saying anything.

       I was only wearing a simple T-shirt baggy shorts
and canvas tennis shoes, so it didn't take long to
remove my clothes.  She had been working in the yard
so her clothes smelled of sweat, grass and dirt.  She
was wearing trousers and a cotton blouse rolled up to
the elbow, she had been wearing a straw hat until she
came into the house.  When she removed her blouse I
was fascinated by fact that she hadn't bother to wear
a brassiere.  Her breasts were a comfortable 38-C
size.  Her areolas and nipples were a delicate pink.  I
instantly wanted to suck on her breasts, but was
reluctant to act on my desires.

      Carol unfastened her slacks and they fell down
her legs in a pile around her feet.  She stepped out of
them and pulled her panties down as well.  I had seen
my mother's and some aunts naked before, so I knew
adult women had hair growing between their legs, so it
came as no surprise that Carol had a bush of dark
brown hair.  I watched her step out of her clothes
and approach me.  She placed me on her bed and
spread my legs before placing her face between my
legs and gently blowing air on my pussy.  She started
licking my pussy very much like I did to the girls in
the neighborhood.

      When she joined me on the bed she covered my
body with her own.  My head was filled with the aroma
of her flesh.  It was all so over whelming.  She was
twice my size and her body covered mine as she
turned her body around so that her crotch was
hovering over my head.  There was a heady aroma of
womanly flesh with a slight hint of urine clinging to
her pubic hair, as she lowered her crotch down to my
face.  She rubbed her pussy against my face while she
ate my pussy.  That day was when I knew my true
calling.  I couldn't get enough of her pussy.

      I became a regular visitor to her house.  Many an
afternoon was spent between her legs.  I learned how
to make her cum with my mouth.  She taught me the
pleasures of tribbing by scissoring our legs, so that
we could rub our pussies against each other's cunt.
Over the course of our time together she added so
many things to my sexual education.  Having oral sex
with each other's asshole became a part of our sex
life.  She introduced me to a variety of dildos and
even some beads on strings that we stuffed up each
other asshole and only pulled them out when we were
about to cum from oral sex.  I never knew if my
mother ever suspected why I spent so much time at
the Hitchcock household, but we eventually moved to
another town.

      As fascinated as I was with women's bodies I still
had a strong attraction to young girls.  It didn't take
me long to find a couple of women happy to enjoy the
benefits of my hands and mouth, and continued to
seduce girls my age.  As I grew into full womanhood I
still had a taste for pre-pubescent pussy.

      Now that I am middle aged I look like the
grandmotherly type, except when I deliberately wear
men's clothing.  I discovered that young girls are
drawn to me.  I had almost forgotten what pre-
pubescent pussy tasted like until one day I was riding
the bus home from work, and I saw a young girl that I
knew rides the bus from the same stop, so I worked
my way through the standing room only to stand
almost behind the girl.  She turned her head and
smiled at me in recognition.  I smiled back and
pressed my body again hers.  She only smiled at me all
the more.  I placed my right hand on her hip, and
squeezed it gently.  She continued smiling at me, so I
grew bolder.  I slipped my hand around in front of her
body and placed my hand on the bulge of her vulva.

      At that point she stopped smiling and leaned
against my body.  I stroked her pussy through her
dress, and I heard and felt her breathing becoming
deeper and more rapid.  I whispered in her ear,
"Follow me when we get to our stop.  I continued
rubbing her pussy until the bus reached our stop.
When the back doors opened we exited the bus along
with a couple of other passengers.  I started walking
down the street without looking back until I turned
the corner to my block.  As I rounded the corner I
looked over my shoulder to check if the girl was
following.

      The sweet looking girl in her school uniform was
just three paces behind me.  I allowed her to catch up
with me, and simply introduced myself to her by
saying that my name was Lena, and she fell in step
with me and told me that her name with Linda.  I
asked her if she would like to join me for a cool drink.
She beamed as she said yes.  I also asked why she is
always on the late commuter bus.  She told me that
she had after school classes like dance and music.  I
also asked, "Won't you get in trouble staying out even
later?"  Linda told me that a couple of times a week
my mother works late, so tonight I was going to have
to make my own diner.  I offered to make diner for
the two of us.

      As soon as we entered my house I turned on the
air-conditioner and told her to have a seat while I got
us something to drink.  With that she seated herself
on my couch.  She deposited her book bag on the floor
beside the couch.  I headed for the kitchen and
opened a couple of cans of soda and poured them over
ice in a couple of glasses.  I returned to the living
room and sat down on the couch next to her, as I
handed her a glass.

      I noticed that her pleated skirt was riding high up
her thighs.  I could see the crotch of her white
panties.  While we sipped our soft drinks I asked her,
"Honey, did you enjoy the way I touched you on the
bus?"

      Linda whispered, "It was so exciting to have you
play with me on the bus.  Someone could have seen
what you were doing.  Have you ever done that
before?"

      I told her, "I have never done that in public
before, but I couldn't resist doing it, because you are
so fucking cute!"

      I had finished my drink, and sat the glass on the
coffee table in front of us, and turned towards her.  I
placed an arm around her shoulders, and kissed her on
the mouth.  When she opened her mouth I stuck my
tongue into her mouth and swabbed the inside of her
mouth with my tongue.  When I withdrew my tongue
she stuck her tongue out, so I sucked on her tongue.
We were both breathing hard.  I started stroking her
body with my free hand.  She didn't need a brassiere
because her breasts were just starting to swell.  They
were not even A-size yet, but they were very
sensitive.  When I started stroking her chest she
moaned very pleasantly.  She even helped me unbutton
her blouse.  She had on a white T-strap undershirt, so
it was difficult to get my hand down the front.  She
spread her legs open and draped the near leg over my
thigh, so I pulled my hand out of her T- strap
undershirt and placed my hand on that adorable knee
resting on my thigh.  I teased her by slowly drawing
little circle on her inner thigh with my finger tip.  I
was working my hand up her thigh so slowly that she
became impatient with the pace.  She grabbed my
wrist with both hands and pulled my hand up to her
moist panties.  I stroked her panties until they were a
lot moister, and she was moaning with pleasure.  At
that point I stood in front of her, and pulled her to
her feet, so that I could remove her clothes.

      There is something about a pre-pubescent girl's
hunger to discover her sexuality that is so exciting.
Once I got her completely naked I picked her up and
sat her little butt on the back of the couch.  I knelt
on the cushion right on the edge so that I could bury
my face in her pussy.  While I ate her pussy I used
both hands to play with her little nipples.  I continued
to eat her pussy until she had an orgasm.

      She was so animated during her orgasm that she
was exhausted afterwards.  She slid down the couch
with her legs on either side of my body.  She took
hold of my slimy face with both hands and kissed me
on the mouth.  I sucked on her tongue until she
recovered, and her breathing returned to normal.

      I held her face in my hands and asked her if she
wanted to taste my pussy.

      Linda was thrilled at the prospect and told me
that she wanted to undress me.

      I stood in front of the couch and she stood on the
cushion, so that she could unbutton the dress and pull
it off my shoulders.  My dress slid down my body with
her and my help.  I had on a full slip.  That had to be
lifted by the hem up and over my head.  I was left
standing there in just a nude brassiere and matching
panties.  The two of us unhooked the bra, and I
crossed my arms to catch the cups as the bra fell
from my breasts.

      My breasts are far from perfect, but to Linda
they were magnificent.  She molded them with her
hands for a long time, and eventually started sucking
on my nipples.  She eventually got off her knees and
sat on the couch with her legs wedged between mine.
She placed her hands on my hips, and started rolling
my panties down, but she buried her nose in the
crotch of my moist panties and smelled them.  When
she finished pulling my panties down, they gathered
around my ankles.  They were stretched to the limit
above my shoes.

      Linda ran her finger through my pubic hair as if
she was combing them.  She parted the hairs to get
access to my inner vagina.  She stuck her tongue into
my vagina and licked up the juices I was producing.
She found my clitoris and sucked it into her mouth.
She sucked on it vigorously until I was right on the
edge of having an orgasm, but I just couldn't get past
that point.  I asked Linda to stick one of her fingers
up my ass.  She looked up at me over my pubic hair as
if to question if she should really do it.  I assured her
that it would help me cum.  When she reached
between my legs and stuck her finger up my ass I had
a mind blowing orgasm.

      It took us a little while to recover.  Then I set
about making diner for the two of us.  After diner we
took a bath together before she got dressed and
headed home.  We parted way with me telling her that
she was always welcome at my place.  That is where
we left it the other night, and I'm well aware that
this could end terribly!

      One afternoon I was in the local super market on
a Saturday morning, and I was pushing my shopping
cart up and isle when I collided with another cart.  I
was dumbstruck because it was Linda and I assumed
the older woman was her mother.  There was that
moment of awkward embarrassment before Linda said
hi.  I acknowledged her greeting.  She had to
introduced me to her mother.  Of course her mother
inquired how we knew each other.

      I responded, "Mrs. Ferguson..."

      She interrupted, "Call me Connie...Please!"

      "Connie...Linda and I commute everyday on the
same bus.  We have become good friends."

      Connie said, "You must come by for tea, so that we
can get to know each other.  What would be a good
time for you?"

      I casually mentioned, "I'm free this evening, if it
is convenient for you?"

      Connie smiles, "That would be great!  Do you know
our address?"

      Linda interjected, "Mom...you know Danica and I
are going are going to the movies tonight!"

      Connie said, "Lena and I can have an old fashioned
hen fest in your absence."

      We parted ways after agreeing on a time.  It was
only a short walk from my house to their house.  Linda
answered the door and escorted me into the family
room.  We chatted briefly until Linda had to answer
the door again.  She brought in a delightful looking
dark haired girl with blue eyes.  After she introduced
her friend to me she said her goodnights to her
mother and me as the two of the departed.

      Connie suggested, "Would you like to join me for
tea or would you prefer coffee?"

      As she stood up to head for the kitchen I
followed her and assure her coffee would be great.

      The dining area was only separated from the
kitchen by a breakfast bar.  She told me to have a
seat while she made the coffee.  She brewed a twelve
cup pot with her electric brewer, and got two big
mugs and brought them to the table.  We had hardly
started talking before the coffee was brewed, and
the kitchen smelled of the rich aroma of fresh
coffee.  She filled our mugs with the dark aromatic
liquid.  Without asking she pulled a container of
flavored artificial creamer and put it on the table in
front of us, along with two tea spoons.  A sugar bowl
was already on the table.  I simply put a shot of the
creamer in my mug and stirred my coffee slowly, and
waited for her to get past the pleasantries because I
knew she had something on her chest.

      Connie added sugar and creamer to her mug and
stirred it before looking me in the eye.  "I'm
concerned about Linda, I'm pretty sure she is having
sex with her girlfriends.  I'm sure that she and Danica
are having sex with each other.  I've witnessed them
touching each other intently when they thought I
wouldn't see.  I don't know what I should do about it.
What do you think I should do?"

      Her question came as a surprise to me, "I'm not
sure I'm in a position to comment on the raising of
children.  I have no children, and never been married."

      Connie said, "I'm a single parent, and Linda is a
willful and headstrong girl.  I need help deciding how
to confront my daughter about her sexual behavior.
Please...tell me what you think?"

     "Connie...I'm not sure what to say.  From my
experience I have observed that most girls about to
enter puberty suffer from hormones raging through
their bodies.  It is natural that they experiment with
each other.  At least that way there is no problem
with unexpected bundles arriving.  They eventually
get married to a horny male and about the time a
woman reaches the age when her sexual desire is the
strongest, males have developed potbellies, and when
they are in the mood it only takes less than two
minutes to get off, then they either roll over and go
to sleep, or settle down to watch sports on TV with a
fresh can of beer.  Too many middle aged women like
me have to seek out the company of other women to
satisfy their desires."

      Connie looked at me over her mug, "Do you count
yourself among those middle aged horny women?"

      "Yes...I even skipped the middle part and went
right from eating my girlfriend's pussies to eating the
pussies of older women.  I skipped the entanglement,
with potbellied males.  I have a few women friends
that share my feelings."

      Connie sat there across from me absorbing the
information.  She admittedly had never knowingly met
a lesbian before.  She didn't know what to say or do at
that point.  She almost sounded like a child when she
asked, "So you think I shouldn't confront her about
having sex with her girlfriends?"

      "As I said, I'm not qualified to give advice!
Hell...by the time I was her age I was fucking both
girls and few adult women!"

      Connie looked at me with pleading eyes, "What is
it like having sex with another woman?"

      I thought before answering that question,
"Connie...I knew from an early age that I was a plain
woman, and would never be the wet dream of any
horny males.  I developed the ability to befriend girls.
Sex came naturally to me.  Sex to me is the greatest
expression of love.  Without going into details all I
can say is that I love everything about women."

      There was no point continuing the discussion on
that subject, so we started comparing our lives.  We
came from very similar backgrounds.  We didn't go to
the same schools until high school.  We were in
different classes more than four years apart, so we
didn't know each other, but our lives were very
similar, but she had fallen in love with a man she
thought was her true love, but it didn't last.  Now she
was raising her beautiful daughter on her own.

      I excused myself to go home before the girls got
back from the movie.  Connie and I parted company
with a handshake.  I even gave her my phone number
in case she ever wanted to talk to me again.  I felt
comfortable that Connie liked me, despite knowing
that I'm a lesbian.

      The next day Linda approached me while I was
waiting for the bus.  She asked me what her mother
and I had talked about you mostly.

      "She knows that you are having sex with Danica
and a few others, but she doesn't know how to deal
with it.  She wanted my advice."

      "What did you say?"

      "I told your mother that I was not the person to
offer advice about raising children.  We did part
company as friends even though she knows I'm a
dyke."

      Linda pressed me for more information, but I
assured her that was pretty much everything that we
discussed about you.  Linda wanted to know how her
mother knew about her sexual activity with her
girlfriends.  I told her that she was not as sneaky as
she thought she was, because her mother had seen
them touching each other inappropriately, but didn't
know what to do about it.  Nothing more was said at
that time because the bus arrived.

      That evening on the ride home the bus was just as
crowed as usual.  Fortunately a couple of gentlemen
offered us their seats.  We sat there in quiet for the
ride home.  As soon as we exited the bus she started
pressing me about what her mother had said.  I finally
told her not to worry about it.  Your mother will
probably never bring up the subject, because it
embarrasses her too much.

      When we got to my house and we were behind
closed doors, we couldn't get undressed quick enough.
She loved feeling and sucking on my tits.  It was like
she wanted to feel like a baby again.  I stroked her
little pussy while she sucked on one of my tits.  I
eventually pulled her away from my breasts, and
draped her over the arm of my couch face down.  I
spread her little butt apart, and started licking her
little asshole.  Linda couldn't believe that I wanted to
stick my tongue into her asshole, but she soon had an
orgasm.  Having experienced an anal orgasm Linda
wanted to find out if she could do that to me.

      I was more than happy to oblige her desire.  I had
her lay on the cushions of the couch with her legs
draped over the back, and her head dangling off the
couch.  That allowed me to back over her head and sit
on her face.  I got into it so much there were times I
almost smothered her.  When I had an orgasm we got
dressed and I kissed Linda, and told her, "Now you
have something new to teach Danica and your friends.

       The following day on the bus ride home from
work Linda was excited about having planned spending
the weekend at the home of her friend Danica.  She
stood there in front of me and reached behind
herself to play with my crotch while she laid out her
plan.

      When we arrived at our stop she followed me
home for a quick lunch at each other's Y.  She was
still excited as she got dressed to go home before
her mother would get home.  I planned on simply
taking a bath before going to bed.  I was just cleaning
up a little when my phone rang.

      It surprised me because it was Connie.  She told
me that Linda planned to spend the weekend at the
home of one of her friends, and she asked if she
could drop by for a visit after Linda left.  Of course I
couldn't refuse.  I just had enough time to start a
fresh pot of coffee before the doorbell rang.

      When I admitted her she hugged me and kissed
me on the cheek.  She suddenly pulled back and said,
"I apologize...I didn't realize that you might have
company!"

      It had not occurred to me that I hadn't washed
my face or hands.  I still must smell like Linda's pussy.
I must have blushed like a foolish school girl.  "My
friend has left already.  I was just putting on a pot of
coffee.  Have a seat while I get us coffee!"

      I made a quick exit and headed for the kitchen,
and quickly washed my hands and face before pouring
two mugs of coffee.  I was sure to add creamer and
sugar to her mug before returning to the living room.
I handed her the mug, and was about to sit in my
chair when she patted the couch next to her.  I chose
to sit next to her.  We each took a sip of our coffee
before she spoke.

      Connie finely spoke, "I'm sorry to bother you, but
I don't know anyone else to turn to.  I want to
understand why my daughter wants to be a lesbian.  I
want to learn about what it is like to be in love with a
woman, and you're the only woman I know that admits
that she is a lesbian.  Would you please teach me
about the subject?"

      I was puzzled by her request.  Did she want me to
tell her about lesbian sex or was she asking me to
actually make love to her?  I figured I better wait
until she made herself clearer.

      Connie was almost in tears.  "Would you kiss me?"

      I was stunned briefly, but recovered quickly.  I
leaned close and wrapped my arms around her
shoulders and kissed her on the mouth.  Connie turned
her body to face me, and clung to me as she returned
the kiss with feeling.  When we broke the kiss I was
left breathless.

      "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

      Connie was flustered, "Don't stop me!  I have
never done anything like this before, and I'm nervous!
You are going to have to show me what to do!"

      This was going to be fun for me.  I have seduced
plenty of so called straight women, but this was the
first time a straight women was seducing me.  Connie
was a handsome woman with nice soft breasts.  I
started feel up her breasts while continuing to kiss
her.  I started undressing her and discarding her
clothes.

      The coffee was forgotten.  Connie also started
feeling me up and helping me out of my clothes.
There is something about women that have delivered
children.  It is common for their areolas and nipples
to get larger and darker.  Connie was a dark blonde
that accented her hair with lighter streaks, so you
would expect her areolas and nipples to be a pinkish
color, but in her case they were almost a chocolate
brown color.  I sucked on her nipples hard enough to
draw milk, if she had any.  She had to plead with me
to be a little more-gentle.  We struggled with getting
each other out of our panties before I laid her on her
back with her head resting on the arm of the couch.
I placed her left leg over the back of the couch and
left her right foot resting on the floor.  That allowed
me to inspect her pussy.

      Connie trimmed her dark brown pubic hair, and it
was combed towards her vagina.  When I used my
hands to spread her labia open, I admired the size of
her clitoris.  The hooded knob was at the end of a
ridge.  I was able to suck her clit into my mouth.
Connie was stroking my hair, and pleading with me to
suck harder.  I would guess it too at least fifteen
minutes before Connie had an orgasm that left her
body shaking and her gasping for breath.  She was
actually sweating while she recovered.

      This time when she kissed me it was her own juice
on my face.  She pushed me backwards until my head
was resting on the opposite arm rest.  She flung my
right leg over the back of the couch and left my left
foot on the floor.  This was the first time Connie was
deliberately inspecting a woman's pussy before
performing oral sex.  I don't trim or shave my pussy,
so there was plenty of wild hair for her to comb with
her fingers.  She took her time to work up the nerve
to actually lick my cunt.  Her face was close enough to
feel my body heat and she got a nose full of my
fragrant aroma of pussy meat.  She stuck out her
tongue and gave my vagina a tentative swipe.  When
she got used to the taste she started flicking my clit
with her tongue the same way I had done to her.  She
even sucked my clit into her mouth and nursed on it
until I enjoyed an orgasm.  She lay on top of me and
asked me if she had done it right.

      I assured her that she had done a great job.  I
also added there are many more ways women can
please each other.  I told her that I was willing to
teach her everything.  She was excited about her
first lesbian encounter.  We spend the weekend
together and by Sunday morning I had introduced
Connie to analingus, and we had fucked each other
with my dildos in our pussies and assholes.

      We lounged around naked in each other's arms
until that afternoon, but she realized she had better
get home before Linda would get home from Danica's.

     I reminded her, "You better join me for a bath
before you get dressed, or Linda might smell the odor
of my pussy on you!"

      We both got a laugh out of that statement, but
we did bath together before she got dressed.  We
parted with a kiss and a promise to do that again soon,
and I reminded her that she should sit down with
Linda and discuss their sexual desires.

      I slept like a baby that night.  It had been a long
time since I had that much sex in one weekend, and
the fact that it had been a mother and daughter
without the other one knowing about it was very
erotic.  I had to do something about it before it all
ended badly.

      The next morning at the bus stop Linda was very
excited.  She wanted to tell me all about her weekend.
The problem was that there were too many people
waiting for the bus.  She simply said that the
weekend with Danica had been fabulous, but when I
got home Mother wanted to talk to me, and it was
unbelievable



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