Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2017 20:57:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ren (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/FF)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/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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                        Ren

                        By
                       Jan

      My story started badly. Booth my parents were
drunks.  Father couldn't hold a job more than a few
months at a time before getting fired for being
drunk on the job.  Mother woke up at noon and the
first two things she reached for were her cigarettes
and a bottle of booze of any kind.  They had been
pretty people in their youth, but their addictions had
taken a toll on their health and appearance.

      Both had destroyed their lungs with smoking and
drinking.  In their youth they had athletic bodies, but
they had grown soft and fat.  Their faces had aged so
badly they looked decades older than they were.

      There was little food in the fridge, and I went to
school in second hand 'Good Will' clothes.  I was the
butt of my classmate's jokes, and as a result I was a
reclusive and shy, skinny girl just entering puberty.

      There was a neighbor woman that befriended my
mother, and she had a daughter close to my age, but
I don't remember which of us was the older.  Mother
gave her a few bucks to look after me while my
parents parted.

      Now this woman was a true pervert.  When Mom
would take me next door and leave me in the care of
this woman, sometimes for two or three days, she
took full advantage of the opportunity.

      Her daughter and I were encouraged to parade
around in the nude, and masturbate each other for
her pleasure.  She would have us sit on her naked lap
and suck on her nipples.  The two of us took turns
pleasing her by sucking her pussy.  That was almost
normal compared to when my parents brought home
friends.

      I was well aware of the sexual proclivities of
adults.  Living with drunks that often passed out,
while their fellow drunks were in the apartment
exposed me to molestation by both men and women.
Not that I minded, because I loved the attention, and
actually enjoyed sex.  I was only 11-years-old when
one of the house guests didn't believe me when I told
him that I was only 11, and he took my virginity.
Rather than being ashamed of himself for bleeding
me, he was excited to see the traces of blood on his
cock.

      Social Services came to check on us one evening,
and they found my parents passed out lying in their
own shit.  I was cowered in a corner eating a moldy
bagel.  I was put in protective custody, and my
parents were put into rehab to dry out.  The courts
declared them unfit parents, and made me a ward of
the State.

      Girls my age are not candidates for adoption, no
matter how pretty they may be.  My home life was
well documented, and that normally eliminated me
from being placed in foster homes.

      At least in the system I was fed regularly, and
given clean clothes to wear.  It is amazing what a
little soap and water can do.  I gained weight, and
filled out quickly.  My looks and figure attracted
attention from both sexes.

      I became the favorite of one of the matrons at
the facility.  She took a special interest in my
wellbeing.

      She insisted on me sleeping in bed with her.  The
other children teased me about being the matron's
pussy girl.

      A typical evening was being taken aside after the
matron watched all of us girls showering in a large
communal shower.  It was obvious the matron got off
watching young girls showering.  Some of the older
girls enjoyed cornering the younger girls in the
shower, and masturbating them for the matron's
pleasure.  In my case the matron let the bitches know
that I was her property.

      After the showers she would march me to her
bedroom in the nude.  I would sit on the bed watching
her get undressed.

      Everything about the matron was a fraud.  She
looked like the sweet old granny type of woman.  She
had a round face with a double chin, crystal blue
eyes, and her thick graying hair still had traces of
blonde.  She dressed like most women her age, down
to the comfortable oxford style shoes.  She smelled
of lilacs, but that changed when she got undressed
for bed.

      She was a chubby woman with large breasts and
her pussy was wedged between thick thighs and an
overhanging belly.  When she removed her big
brassiere and baggy panties her pussy filled the
room.  It was a smell I was all too familiar with, and I
loved the smell of her cunt.

      We would get on the bed and she would pull me
against her warm body and spend a long time kissing
me while she felt up my body.  She lifted one of her
big tits with both hands and pressed the nipple
against my lips until I took it into my mouth and
sucked on it.  She did enjoy having me suck on her
nipple very much.  She also liked to push me down the
bed between her thick legs and pull my head against
her pussy.  The flesh on her inner thighs was rubbed
raw from friction while walking.  The inner folds of
her cunt were moist and very strong smelling.  When
I swallowed her juices it made my throat raw, but I
did love the exoticness of the whole thing.

      When she finished recovering from her orgasm
she had me sit on her face.  She was very skillful with
her tongue and nose.  She drilled her tongue in my
asshole and cunt, and her nose was rubbing my cunt
and clit.  She actually relished making me cum
multiple times.  I enjoyed sleeping with her for a
couple of years before she brought a younger girl
into our bed.  Apparently I was growing too old for
her tastes.

      This girl was named Chastity, and she was only
about ten when she was brought to this facility.  She
had been orphaned as a very young child, and she was
very beautiful.  She had an angelic face with golden
blonde hair and blue eyes.  Her body was perfect with
creamy white skin and the potential of becoming a
truly beautiful adult.

      She had been adopted by a young couple that
thought she would be the perfect addition to their
family.  It didn't take long before the couple learned
that Chastity was far from being chase.  She had
been caught repeatedly seducing every boy and girl
within a four block radius.  Preaching to her about
right and wrong, and punishing her didn't faze her at
all.  The final blow came when the woman was taking a
nap and woke up to find Chastity under her dress
sucking her pussy.

      That put her into the Social Services system
again.  She had been in several foster home, and
always been returned because she was so disruptive
to any normal family life.  That brought her to our
little establishment.  As soon as the matron read her
history she took a liking to her right away.  She was
invited into our bed.  She was truly an uninhibited
girl.  The sex was unbelievable.

      If there ever was a person given the wrong name
it was Chastity.  She instigated every conceivable act
of sex imaginable.  She was such a deliciously wanton
young thing.

      The matron enjoyed sitting at the top of her bed
with the two of us at the bottom.  She would sit
there watching the two of us making love to each
other while she would play with her big tits with one
hand while masturbating with the other hand.  She
would tell us what she wanted us to do in  very
graphic terms.

      Chastity and I would lay crosswise across the bed
engaging in all manner of oral sex.  I really enjoyed
performing oral sex on each other at the same time.
The way the matron would describe what she wanted
us to do to each other in such graphic details was
just as erotically stimulating that I could almost cum
just listening to her talk.

      We were invited to garden parties put on by
wealthy women benefactors of the orphanage.  These
women gave generously to the home as a tax
deduction.  Most of them were wealthy widows with a
taste for young girls.

      One such garden party was where I met my next
benefactor.  Our matron escorted a half dozen of us
girls to the home of one such woman.  The party was
held in a very large manicured garden.  It was the
type of garden popular in the home of wealth families
of England and France in eighteenth century.  There
were walkways geometrically laid out among designed
patterns of flower and trees.  There was food tables
arranged for those interested in food.  When the
limousine brought the matron and us girls to the home
we were greeted by a bunch of women.  Most of them
were old enough to be grandmothers of the girls.

      There was something about our hostess that
clicked between us the moment we were introduced.
The other girls met the other women and they
started wondering through the garden.  The matron
took me to the food tables before we took a stroll.

      The hostess was about 45-years-old and still a
very beautiful woman.  She could still make a living as
a fashion model.  She placed hand around my waist
and took me on a tour of the garden.  We eventually
came to a white painted gazebo located among some
shade trees.  It offered a degree of privacy, so we
sat on a glider to talk.

      Her name was Gilda, and she told me that she had
been the trophy wife of and investment broker and
heir to a large family fortune.  He had married her
because she improved his image among his friends and
subordinates.  He had his own sexual previsions.  He
was a closet homosexual that preferred to have
handsome young men bugger him.

      He treated her as a business partner and taught
her everything about his business, so when he passed
away his business was passed on to her in his will.  He
shielded the fortune from taxation cleverly.

      Now that she was a respected widowed business
woman she was free to enjoy the pursuit of desirable
young girls.  As she was finishing her story she was
rubbing my bare arm with her fingers.

      To let her know that I wanted what she wanted, I
leaned towards her and kissed her on the mouth.  She
responded by placing one of her manicured hands on
the back of my heck and held me firmly while she
stuck her tongue into my mouth.  That was followed
by her placing her hand on my breast.

      I also placed my hand on one of her tits and did
my best to mold it like it was a large ball of clay.
Clothes were discarded quickly.  She practically
devoured my tits, while I played with hers.  It felt so
right when she moved me around so that she could
get at my pussy.

      She had me drape my legs over her back while she
did marvelous things with her tongue and mouth.  I
couldn't get over how quickly she made me cum.  We
cuddled for a few minutes while I recovered.  I
enjoyed kissing her, smelling and tasting cum on her
face.  That inspired me to go down on her.

      She didn't resist when I reversed our positions on
the glider and placed my arms around her thighs to
pull her butt against my face.  Eating pussy is the
greatest thing on earth as far as I'm concerned.  She
couldn't kiss me enough after she had an orgasm.  We
eventually got dressed and made our way to the
Buffett table again.  After snaking we took a stroll
round the garden and observed the other house
guests enjoying the favors of my fellow classmates.
Before the party ended Gilda asked me about my
plans after I graduated high school.

     I told her, "I don't know."

      "Have you thought about college?"

      "I can't afford college."

      "How about your grades?" she asked.

      "Oh...my grades are fine."

      "What is your grade point average?

      "I have a strong 3.8 unweight GPA."

      "I would be happy to finance your education!  I
was thinking you could live with me, and I can make
arrangements for your interview for my alma mater.
In fact I can insure you are pledged to my sobriety.

      On the ride back to the orphanage I told the
matron about Gilda's proposal, and she was thrilled
for me.  My high school graduation was also my
graduation from being a ward of the State.  Gilda was
there as well.

      That was the start of my new life.


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