Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2016 04:24:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Older Woman Turned Me Out (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F

Warning:

Adult Youth, 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
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              An Older Turned Me Out
                       By
                      Jan

	I am an English girl that came from a small
family.  I originally came from Catton a few miles
from Hexham and the nearest city is Newcastle.  My
sister was 8 years older than me.  We were 6 and 14
when our father left home.

	I quit school at 15, and my sister was married
and had two children by that time.  I had a boring
life.  I had mousey brown coloured hair cut a bit
short when I first met Kathy, now it's blondish, and I
was about 5ft 2 inches tall and weighed about 9
stones.  I'm at least a stone heaver now.

	I got a job working in a little shop, but the pay
was rubbish.  I only worked there a couple of months
before I got a better paying job at a supermarket.

	I made friends with an older gal, named Pat.
One evening after closing she invited me to the
cinema, and we met in town, and we were walking down
the street when two older lads caught up with us, and
persuaded us to accompany them to a pub.

	I was under age, but Pat assured me that it
would be okay.  We had a good time and arranged to
meet the lads again that weekend.  The oldest one
was a 23-year-old named Gordon.  He had been all
over me, and I was really flattered by all of the
attention.  I didn't even mind him feeling me up when
we left the pub.

	The next time we met he asked us to come to
his mate's house, because he's given me the key!

	I was excited about the prospect of making out
with him, so I went along with him.  It wasn't long
before we were doing just that.

	I had masturbated plenty of time, but I was a
virgin and had never had sex with a male before.  It
wasn't long before he was making love to me.  It hurt
me a lot when his cock penetrated my hymen.  It was
all I could do to keep from crying out.  When he
pulled out after fucking me he saw the traces of
blood around the base of his cock.  He assured me
that it would never hurt as much again.  It would not
take long before it would be very pleasurable.  I saw
Gordon several times after that, and it did get more
pleasurable.

	One day at work Pat told me that Gordon had
been bragging in the pub, "That he had taken my
cherry, and that I was easy meat!"

	I was furious, and the next time I met him I
accused him of bragging about fucking me, and that I
was easy!  He denied it of course, and we argued.  He
ended the argument with the back of his hand across
my face and walked away.  That ended my romantic
notions about the love of men!

	It was about two months later that I decided to
go shopping in our nearest neighboring city.  I caught
the bus into the city, where I planned on doing my
shopping at all of the big stores.  I planned on buying
a skirt and three blouses and a pair of slacks.  After
my purchases I was really pleased with myself, and
decided to treat myself to a coffee and bun.

	I went to the nearest café and it was crowed,
but a lady sitting at a table for two motioned for me
to come and join her.  I made my way through the
tables to join her.  After I sat down I ordered my
coffee.  Soon we were chatting like magpies.  She
seemed to be an interesting woman.  She apparently
was an intelligent woman, and she apparently
interested listening to what I had to say.  She
introduced herself to me as Kathy and I told her that
my name was Jo.

	She was amused by my name, and I had to tell
her that my given name was Josephine, but I
preferred Jo.

	When we first met Kathy was roughly 5 foot 6
inches, and weighed about 10stones, but she had
those eyes that just sparkled with life, and was
always ready for whatever happened.  I couldn't get
over how she was looking at me.  She seemed to be
looking at the depths of my sole, and listening to
every word.  Her eyes seemed to hold me somehow.
Her face reflected a warmth and understanding I had
never seen before.  We sat there talking for ages.

	Eventually I got up to gather my parcels in
preparation to make my departure, but she took hold
of my hand and looked straight into my eyes, and said,
"It has been a pleasure meeting you!  You have to
meet me here again next week!"

	I knew that I would be working next week, so I
eventually agreed to meet her in two weeks-time at
the same café at 2:00 pm.  I figured it would be less
busy.  As we parted ways I was a bit confused about
what had happened.  She was a lot older than me, but
she made it obvious that she really cared about me.
(I later found out that she was 46-years-old.)  Her
eyes never failed to mesmerize me.

	We met as arranged a couple of weeks later at
the café, and ordered our coffee, and picked up our
conversation as if we hand only parted company a day
ago. It was as if we knew each other for years.  When
we got up to go she took my hand and suggested that
we go to the little park nearby.

	We made our way to the park and found an
unoccupied bench.  She told me, "I want you to be my
special friend!"  I was very flattered that such a
sophisticated a woman wanted a plain Jane like me to
be her special friend.  She was older but still an
attractive lady and she was asking me to be her best
friend.  I didn't understand what she meant by
special friend.

	While we were talking she never missed a
chance to hold my hand or touch me.  Her eyes never
left me while she was talking to me.  There came a
time to part ways, and I was making my way to catch
my bus home she came to the bus station with me.
While we were waiting she gave me a phone number
and asked me to ring her in a few days.  Before we
parted ways she hugged and kissed me on the cheek.

	My family didn't have a phone, so I had to call
her from a local call box.  Kathy made a fuss about
wanting us to have a day together the next time I
had a day off.  She proposed to come to my house to
pick me up.  She was adamant about wanting me to
see her house.  We agreed upon a date, and on that
occasion she picked me up in her Holden and drove us
out into the country to her home.

	It turned out to be far more isolated that I had
imagined, but although it was quite old, it was a bit
larger than what I expected.  Kathy lived in
Linshields in a remote but utterly beautiful area.  The
interior was kept immaculately clean and tidy.  Kathy
set about making us coffee, and when we finished
drinking our coffee, she took me on quick tour of her
house.  When we got to her bedroom I stood gazing
out of the large windows, and the view was amazing.
It was an open courtyard, and she came to stand
beside me.  While I was admiring the view she placed
her arm around my shoulders and pointed out the
things I was gawking at.  She turned me around, and
faced me, and drew me towards her and kissed me on
the mouth.  She asked me if I was okay with her
kissing me.

	I simply nodded my head affirmatively.  She
placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled
me to her and kissed me again on the mouth.  This
time I responded, and we were soon exchanging
tongues in each other's mouths.  I had never kissed a
woman that way, but I could feel myself getting
turned on by the kiss, and enjoying it.

	When she broke the kiss, she said, "Okay."  I
just moved in even closer for another of those
wonderful kisses.  When her hands released my head,
her hands were moving around my body.  I just held
her to me, and hoped she wouldn't stop.  I needn't
have worried, because she started unbuttoning my
blouse, as she asked permission.   I kissed her in
response, and when she warm fingers touched my
chest on their way down into the cup off my brassier
it felt like an electrical current running from her to
me.  She looked me in the eye and said, "Don't worry
I'm going to love you to death!"

	I stood there and said, "Please!"

	She started undressing me and kissing and
caressing my flesh as it was exposed.  While she was
doing that, I was standing there shaking with
excitement.  When she had me stripped down to just
my panties, she pushed me backwards onto her bed.
She laid me down on her bed, and asked, "Please wait
while I get undressed!"

	She straightened up and I started to remove
my panties, but she swept my hands away.  She told
me, "I want to do that myself."

	I lay there trembling with excitement while I
watched her remove her clothes.  She was wearing a
fashionable business suit with a silk blouse and the
neckline was exposed.  She was wearing an amber
necklace.  She removed her jacket and discarded it.
She pulled the blouse out of the skirt and unbuttoned
it.  She was wearing a full slip underneath.  She
unbuttoned the skirt and pulled the zipper down as
she stepped out of it.  She folded it carefully before
placing it on a bench at the foot of her bed.  She
pulled the slip over her head and discarded it too.
She was left standing there in a delicate laced
brassier and matching panties.  She had a simple lace
garter belt attached to her bronze nylons and four
inch heels.  When she unfastened the bra her ample
breasts spilled out.  When she bent over to remove
her panties, her breasts dangled like two heavy water
filled balloons.  She simply stepped out of her pumps,
while leaving the garter belt and nylons on.  I was
impressed by the size of her breasts and I studied
her crotch too.  She sported a triangle of dark pubic
hair.  I had never seen a woman before that had the
rubbery lips of her labia minor dangling past her labia
major.  It reminded me a mauve lace doily.  She lifted
her breasts and rubbed the underside where the bra
straps had left a red mark, and then used her right
hand to rub her pussy before she decided to remove
my panties.  Seconds later she started to remove my
hands from my crotch to remove my panties.

	I knew that my panties would be soaking wet.
After she took them off she ran her hands down my
legs, and I opened them wide, as she put her head
down to my special place.  When her tongue and
mouth claimed my vulva, I couldn't help clamping my
thighs around head as I shuddered through a
convulsive orgasm.  I even passed out for a few
moments.

	When I came around Kathy was lying beside me,
and stroking my face.  It was so exciting that we
were spending a few wonderful hours together.  She
spent the time teaching me to make love to her.  I
quickly learn to appreciate large breasts, and just
how much I enjoyed the smell and taste of a woman's
pussy and even her asshole.  All good things have to
end, and eventually I had to get home.  We got
dressed and Kathy took me home.  She gave me some
change for the phone, and insisted that I call her the
next day.

	I gave her a ring the following day.  We agreed
to meet on my next day off.  I was ready early on my
day off for her to pick me up, and take me back to
her house.  We spent the day doing everything we
could to make each other cum.  We sucked tits, ate
pussies and even rimmed each other's assholes.  Late
in the afternoon Kathy even squirted in my face.
Afterwards we lay there talking.

	She asked me if I would consider moving in with
her, obviously I was overjoyed, and was very excited
when I shouted, "YES!"

	But there were a lot of things to sort out first.
A few weeks later I had moved my few belongings
into her home.  That was the start of our life
together, even though my family objected to our
relationship we soon had a routine that suited us.

	Kathy was always the assertive one, and I was
more subservient.  Just the same she sought to get
my agreement first.

	Occasionally she would surprise me, and the
first time was when she produced a vibrator and she
introduced it into our lovemaking.  I had never seen
one before!  Another time when we siting outside one
evening on a garden seat we were both dressed in our
dressing gowns, and I needed to go inside to the loo.
She shouted out bring a couple of cushions back with
you, and when I did we made love for ages on them
out in the garden, another first!

	Kath taught me everything, and I miss her so
much now.



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