Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2017 15:55:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Petulant Petula 1 (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/g)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/g

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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                 Petulant Petula 1

                      By
                     Jan

      I met a charming gentleman at work.  He was a
consultant that was working for the company I
worked for setting up security for our computers,
and he invited me to lunch.  I enjoyed his company, so
I accepted a date with him.  We became good friends
and before long he told me all about having been
married that passed away from cancer a few years
after their daughter was born.  I was a little
reluctant to get involved with a man with baggage.
Eventually I succumbed to his persistent pursuit.

      While we were dating his daughter, Patula, was as
sweet as she could be.  How could I not fall in love
with her?  She was a charmingly beautiful young
teenager.  She was a natural blond and her ponytail
reached all the way to the small of her back.  With
her hair down she could actually sit on her hair.  Her
eyes were captivating blue gray.  She was developing
a figure to die for.  She was only a 34-B at the
moment, but they were a mouthwatering pear shape.
The areolas were puffy mounds on her small beasts
and they didn't need a bra to hold them up.  Her waist
had slimmed down giving her that hourglass shape,
and her hips were wider than her chest.  The legs
were long and shapely as if she did a lot of dancing.
The honeymoon was short lived though.

      After we were married for a while things changed
drastically.  When her father wasn't around she
became argumentative and talked back constantly.
She would fly off the handle if I so much as ask her
to pick up her clothes from her bedroom floor or
remind her that she had homework.  Just the same I
couldn't help from admiring her good looks.

      I eventually had enough of her surly attitude.  As
much as I wanted to be her friend, she was making it
impossible.  I was at my wits end.  I hated to even
enter her bedroom to get her dirty laundry and strip
her bed to wash her sheets and pillow cases, because
it would lead to a confrontation.

      I normally did the laundry on Monday mornings
after she went to school, but I opted to do the
laundry on a Sunday, while her father was out of town
on business.  When I opened her bedroom door I was
greeted by the sight of Petula standing in front of
her laptop computer, and she was totally naked.  She
was in the process of gyrating her body and hips
around like she was dancing to an unheard music.
Before she realized I was in the room she reached
down with her right hand and used two fingers to
masturbate and used her left hand to massage her
breast.  I saw her computer screen and saw that
there was a women also naked masturbating while
looking into her screen.  They were obviously engaging
in mutual masturbation for each other's pleasure.

      When Petula realized I was standing in her room
her first reaction was to panic and try and cover her
tits and pussy with her hands and arms.  Then she
flew into a rage and screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK!
WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?"

      I slapped her face and slammed her computer
closed.  "Why are you performing sex acts on your
computer?"

     "IT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!"

      "I beg your pardon, I'M YOUR SEPMOTHER AND
I'M RESPONCIBLE FOR WHAT YOU DO!"

      "I DON'T NEED YOU TELLING ME WHAT I CAN
DO OR NOT DO!  YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER!"

      "In the absence of your father I am your legal
guardian!  As such it is my duty to look after your and
protect you!"

      In Petula's excited state she seemed to have
forgotten about her state of undress and was
gesturing wildly with her hands.  I was looking at her
naked body and couldn't help be stimulated by the
sight of her body.  There was something about seeing
her strawberry blonde pubic hair patch that
stimulated my sexually.

      I was no stranger lesbianism.  I had engaged in
lesbian sex with some of my high school and college
friends and had enjoyed it.  Now I was experiencing
those sexual desires just looking at my stepdaughter.

      Petula suddenly stopped yelling, and reached for
one of my breasts.  The bold move startled me.  I
tried to brush her hand away but she clung to my tit
with a vice like grip.  It hurt me when I tried to
brush her hand away.  I slapped her face as hard as I
could.  Petula staggered but continued to cling to my
tit.  My knee jerk reaction was to grab her by her
short hairs and yanked.  That was enough to startle
her and she let go of my tit.  As tears spilled out of
her eyes she placed her right hand on her flaming
cheek.

      Now that I was in charge I shoved two fingers up
her vagina.  She let out a startled, "ohhhh."  Pressing
my advantage, I turned her around and backed her up
until her legs hit the edge of her bed and she fell
backwards onto her bed.

      When I withdrew my fingers I held them under
my nose and smelled the juices of her wet pussy.  I
stood back long enough to allow me room to remove
my own clothes.

      I'm a 40-year-old woman and over the years have
added a few more pounds that I would have liked, but
I'm proud of the fact that I have a 3-DD sized
breasts that attract a lot of admiring looks.  Petula
was admiring what she was looking at.

      As soon as I was naked I started to move around
the bed Petula started to sit up, so I grabbed a hand
full of her hair and pulled her on her back across the
bed until her head was right on the edge.  Petula was
admiring what she was looking at.

      As I started to move around the bed Petula tried
to sit up, so I grabbed a hand full of her hair and
pulled her across the bed on her back.  When her
head was right on the edge of the bed, and changed
hands as I backed over her head and sat on her face.
I clung to her hair to smother her with my crotch.  I
screamed at her, "Why were you masturbating for
the benefit of some strange woman on the web?  You
should have come to me and you could get a taste of
true sex with me!"

      She couldn't respond because I was sitting on her
mouth.  I ground my asshole against her mouth.  I
also made sure I rubbed my pussy and clit against her
mouth and nose.  It was rough sex that turned me on.
I only let her catch her breath when she struggled
for air, then I pulled her head back up against my
cunt.  I found it very erotic to look down and see her
eyes as she struggled to get a breath between being
forced to eat my pussy and stick her tongue into my
asshole.  I was enjoying dominating her for all of the
times she had pissed me off.  I had wanted to slap
her face for talking back and refusing to do as she
was told.

      While I was forcing her to eat my pussy I
reached back and placed my hand on her vulva.  I
would slap her crotch to get her attention, and then
insert a finger into her cunt.  I jilled her until I could
tell that she was having an orgasm.

      After her orgasm she relaxed and was happy to
lay there, so I stood up and turned around.  I
mounted the bed on my hands and knees over her
body.  I put my face between her legs and started
licking her strawberry blonde pubic hair mons pubis.
I lowered my head and started licking her pussy.
Petula must have enjoyed my efforts, judging from
the comments she was making.

      Her narrative was interrupted by her lifting her
head up to claim my pussy with her mouth.  We
sucked each other off quickly.  Afterwards we clung
to each other.  When we calmed down we started
talking.

      She admitted that she had been playing with
other women on the web for several months.  She
confessed to having a desire to have sex with women,
but didn't know how to meet them.  As of that date
the women she had met on the web all lived to far
away.   I understood what she was saying, and
admitted to having had sex with some of my high
school and college girlfriends.  She told me that
there was chat and grope that was for couples only.
It wasn't until later in the day that I felt guilty about
what I had done to my stepdaughter and vowed to
never let it happen again.

      I did my best to avoid even talking to Petula for
the rest of the week.  It was my normal practice to
get up with my husband and make him breakfast while
he showered and got ready for work.  He liked to
leave early in case he might have to take an alternate
route to work.  Normally he would have time to read
the morning newspaper and have another cup of
coffee before starting work.  After he would leave I
would make breakfast for Petula to insure that she
would get up in time to go to school.

      On this occasion the following Monday in October
was Columbus Day.  Although it is not a national
holiday our State employees recognize it, so schools
are closed.  That meant that Petula didn't have to go
to school.  After getting my husband off to work I
returned to bed with the intent to get a couple of
more hours of sleep.

      When I returned to bed I welcomed the warmth
the blankets and was just about asleep when I felt
the bed move and the rush of cold air as the blankets
were lifted.  It was Petula getting in bed with me.
She was naked and her body was relatively cold as
she cuddled up against my body.  I objected to her
presence, "Petula you shouldn't be doing this!  I'm
your stepmother!  This isn't right!  Go back to your
own bed!"

      Petula ignored my demand and cuddled up against
the side of my body and wrapped a leg around my
right leg and placed her hand on my right tit.  My thin
nightgown was hardly any barrier to her feeling me
up.  I tried to push her hand away, but she clung to
my tit tenaciously.  We struggled for a little while
but eventually I relented when she started kissing me
on the mouth.  I returned her kisses, as she
struggled to pull my nightgown up and over my tits.
She sucked on my nipples and felt the tit she wasn't
sucking on.  She was also rubbing her thigh against my
pussy.

      I eventually opted to finish pulling my nightgown
out from under my body and flung it on the floor.
Now that I was naked it became a struggle over
which one was going to eat pussy first.  I was
surprised at her strength.  She went under the
covers and hunched over me between my legs and
started licking my pussy before she took my clitoris
in her mouth and sucked on it much like she had
sucked on my nipples, while she used two fingers to
masturbate me.  She even managed to stick her other
two fingers into my asshole while she sucked and
masturbated me.  When I cried out that I was
cumming she moved up my body until she was lying on
top of me and she kissed me.  It was all very exciting
to be tongue kissed by my stepdaughter and tasted
and smelled my own pussy juices on her face and in
her mouth.  The longer we kissed the more I felt the
need to eat her pussy too.

      It was getting warm under the covers so I rolled
her off of me and flung the most of the blankets off
of us while keeping one blanket and the sheet over us.
Then I went under them to position myself between
her legs, just as she had done to me.  I licked her
pussy until her pussy was wet before I sought out her
clit just as she had done to me.  I had been
impressed with the way she had masturbated me, so
while I sucked her pussy I finger fucked both her
cunt and asshole the same way.  She was soon singing
my parses.  I eventually placed both hands under her
butt and lofted her body up to get access to her
asshole with my tongue.  When she had an orgasm she
collapsed on the bed.

      We rested for several hours clinging to each
other.  I even fell asleep for a short time.  When I
woke up there was no guilt.  Petula and I had become
lovers.  We took advantage of every opportunity to
have sex with each other.

      If my husband ever tumbled to our relationship
he never acknowledged it.  Petula and I remained
lovers to date.  Oh...she did find another lover her
age.  From time to time they visit me to enjoy a little
afternoon of mutual sex.



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