Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 18:29:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Samatha and Older Woman 3 (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, milk, f/F

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, milk, 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.

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          Samantha and Older Women 3
              Stacie and Robbie
                    By
                   Jan

     One of those days when I didn't have anything
better to do, I went Macy's department store to
waste time looking around.  When I happened to be
passing the baby section I happened to see a woman
looking at breasts pumps.  What caught my eye was
she looked a little old to be lactating.  I just had to
approach her to find out her story.  I stood next to
her as if I was looking at the baby accessories in the
showcase, and listened to the woman's exchange with
the clerk.

      The woman was saying that her old breasts pump
was broken and she needed a new one.  She told the
clerk to ring it up, and she paid for it with an
American Express card, and the clerk bagged the
purchase.  As the woman left the baby section I
followed her.

      The woman noticed I was walking next to her, and
asked, "Can I help you honey?"

      "I don't mean to be rude, but I was fascinated
watching you purchase the beasts pump.  Can you tell
me why you were buying it?"

      The woman gave me a warm smile, "I belong to a
group of women that provide breast milk to women
that can't or refuse to breast feed their babies."

      "Have you been doing that for very long?"

      The woman said, "I have been doing it for twelve
years now.  When I weaned my child I continued to
milk my breasts for other women."

      "Why would you do that, "Wont that make you
breasts sag?"

      "Babes have no immunities from disease.  They
get some protection from mother's milk.  Cow's milk
doesn't provide the protection.  As for the future of
my breasts I'm not concerned about what my breasts
will look like, my child."

      "How do you do it?"

      "My, aren't you the inquisitive one!"

      "I really don't mean to be rude, I'm just
fascinated."

      She asked, "What is your name, and aren't you a
little young to be concerned about babies?"

      "My name is Samantha, and I'm 15-years old."

      "Honey, I would have guessed that you were no
more than 10 years old."

      "I'm half Japanizes, so I got the size from my
mother.  They say I will probably only grow another
couple of inches."

      "I'm sorry!" she said.

      "I'm happy with my size, because women like to
mother me."

      The woman smiled knowingly, "My name is Stacie,
if you would like to accompany me home, you may
watch me milk myself."

      It was just a short trip on the underground to
her stop.  We went up the elevator to the tenth floor
to her apartment.  She told me to make myself
comfortable while she washed the new pump.  She
removed her coat and dropped it on a chair as she
took the box containing the breast pump from the
Macy's bag.  I heard the water running in the kitchen.
It didn't take long and she reappeared with her new
breast pump in hand.  She sat down next to me on the
large sectional couch, and set about attaching a baby
bottle to the bottom of the pump.  She sat it down
long enough to expose her breasts.

      There was nothing shy about Stacie.  She was
wearing a knitted top.  She simply placed her thumbs
at the swooping neckline and pulled the top down and
under her nursing brassiere.  She had breasts that
had to be at least 38-DD size.  It was all that her
brassiere could do to contain her tits.  She unsnapped
the padded cup and pulled it down, so that her breast
was poking through triangular straps attached to the
shoulder straps.  Her breast had a nice round shape,
and her areola must have measured 3-inches across
and was a mauve color.  Her nipples was large too.

      She leaned over to pick up the pump and she
pressed the clear plastic conical cup over her areola.
She was holding the baby bottle with one hand while
using the other hand to squeeze the bulb to create
suction.  It took several pumps before I witnessed
several streams of milk going in different directions
and then coating the interior of the conical cup.  The
liquid flowed into the bottle slowly.  By the time she
finished milking the tit the baby bottle contained a
little more than four ounces of milk.  She broke the
suction to remove the pump.

      She unfastened the flap over the other tit and
let it fall.  I could see that the interior of the cup
was moist.  Obviously the tit had been leaking.  She
looked at me and asked, "Honey, would you like to
taste my milk?"

      I had been hoping she would allow me to suck on
her tit, and quickly said, YES!"

      Stacie helped me turn around with my feet on the
couch and my head resting on her lap.  She cradled
my head in her left arm while using her right hand
with her index and middle fingers on either side of
her nipple as she positioned the nipple in my mouth.

      I discovered that it took sucking to get milk to
flow, but one it stared I was able suckle a little less
hard.  I had no memory of sucking my mother's tits or
the taste of mother's milk.  It was a lot more watery
than cow's milk.  It did taste sweet to me.  While I
was nursing Stacie used her right hand to pull my
skirt up and started rubbing my crotch.  Eventually
she worked my panties down to my knees, so that she
had access to my pussy.

      She pulled on my coarse straight pubic hair as far
as my flesh would allow without causing me undue
pain.  Then she sought out and found my clitoris and
started whipping it around with her fingertip.  I was
getting so excited that I couldn't keep my butt still.
Just when I was about cum she removed her hand
down to my cunt.  She even managed to switch to
finger fucking my ass several times between
masturbating my pussy.  When I couldn't control it
any longer I had an explosive orgasm.

      When Stacie withdrew her hand it was covered
with my juice.  She lifted her fingers to her mouth
and sucked her finger clean, and even licked her hand
clean.

      Stacie informed me that what women ate and
drank affected the taste of their milk.  She told me
that she prefers to eat fresh celery after meals to
sweeten the taste of her milk.  I continued sucking
her milk until it was actually causing her discomfort.
She told me that the tit was empty for now, and
pried my mouth away from her nipple.

      I lay there with my head in her lap, while she
stroked my head of long hair.  After my orgasm I
became aware of the smell of her pussy.  She was
obviously sexually stimulated, so it was only right for
me to see to it that Stacie have an orgasm.  I rolled
off the couch and knelt between Stacie's legs.  When
I reached under her dress to grasp her panties, she
lifted her butt just long enough to be able to pull
them down past her knees.  I soon had them free of
her feet.

      I turned my attention to her pussy.  I put my
head under her dress and sought out her pussy.  Her
pubic hair was spread sparsely over her vulva.  There
was a strong womanly odor.  I was sure the only way it
could smell that strong was from not having washed in
several days.  The smell made me very horny, and my
pussy wet.  I sucked on her clit and pulled on the
flesh until she hammered my ears with her thighs
while she proclaimed that she was cumming.

      When I joined her on the couch she cuddled me
against her warm body.  I remembered that she had
told me that she had been milking her breasts for 12-
years, and wondered how old her child was.

      "How old are is child, and where is it?"

      Stacie gave me a little smile, "My daughter is 19-
years old and attending Brown University.  She will be
coming home shorty during spring break." and she
pointed to a photograph.  That's Amy!"

      I was puzzled by the math.  Her daughter would
have been 7-years old when she started milking her
tits.  "How were you able to produce milk when your
daughter was so old?"

      Stacie said, "I breast fed my daughter until she
was in second grade.  Amy used mother's milk to
sweeten her tea and coffee until she went to college.
In fact she complains in her letters that she hasn't
sweetened her coffee properly since going to
college."

      The image of her daughter nursing from her
mother's breast until she was 7 was so wickedly
erotic.  I found myself masturbating at the thought.
I eventually had to get dressed and go home, but
made arrangements with Stacie to do this again soon.
I even gave her my cellphone number so that she
could let me know when I could meet Amy.

      I visited Stacie several times during the next
month.  I enjoyed nursing from her tits and sucking
her pussy, but I also was thinking about the women I
had sex with.  They had all been the motherly type.  I
knew about dykes but had not met one as of yet.  I
knew there were gay and lesbian night clubs in
Grenage Village, but there was no way I would be
allowed in.  Even at fifteen I could still get into
movies buying child tickets.  Still I couldn't resist the
temptation.

      I made my way down to the village.  I figured
there had to be a way to get picked up by a true blue
dyke.  I found an obvious lesbian bar and positioned
myself nearby.  I saw several potential dykes but was
reluctant to approach them.  I was looking for a lone
female.  Just about the time I was going to give up
and go home, alone female walked past me.  At first I
mistook her for a man.

      Her hair was greased back like a man's.  She was
wearing jeans with leather cross trainer shoes and a
leather biker's jacket.  I only got a glimpse of a
sports shirt collar.  When I realized she was a female
I stepped out and approached her.  "Hello...my name is
Samantha, and I would like to talk to you?"

      She looked me up and down, "I don't fuck around
with jail bate!"

      "Please listen to me for a moment!  I'm actually
15, and I'm just small for my age!"

      "You are as cute as a button, so what is your
problem?"

      "Can we go someplace where we can talk?"

      She paused, "Okay...follow me."

      I followed her past the bar and we crossed the
street.  She led me to a shabby building and up three
flights of stairs to the door of what turned out to be
her apartment.  When she turned on the lights I got
my first good look at her face.  She had dark bushy
eyebrows, long straight nose, square jaw, and there
was a hit of a mustache on her upper lip.

      "What is your story, homey?'

      "Okay...My name is Samantha and I have been
seeing older women since I was 12, and I figured I
should meet your kind of woman."

      She chuckled with a deep voice, "You can say it.
I'm a dyke!  My name is Robbie, and if you want me to
fuck you, you will have to take off your clothes!"

      While I started peeling off my clothes I felt
funny having this steely eyed dike watching my every
move like a cat plays with a mouse before eating it.
She didn't say anything while I took off my bra and
panties.  Even thought I was still as small as most
preteens, my breasts were a firm 33-C size.

      All she said was, "Nice tits!"

      She gathered me up in her arms and kissed me on
the mouth.  She did it as if she expected me to panic
hand want to flee, but I returned her kiss.

      While kissing her I smelled the leather of her
jacket and the stink of cigarette smoke clinging to
her clothes. When I didn't panic she started removing
her clothes.  The jacket came first, then the sports
shirt.  She had a lean body, but she had her tits
strapped down with a strip of cloth.  She had to
unwind the bandage before her breasts were
exposed.  They were no more than a B size.  Binding
them down seemed useless to me.

      While I studied her breasts she unbuckled the
heavy leather belt of her tight jean.  She used her
toes to pull her shoes off before trying to pull her
jeans down.  She would have never gotten them over
her shoes.  She was wearing men's white boxer
shorts.  There was a substantial bulge in the
underwear.  I wondered what she had in there.  When
she pulled the flaps apart, the snaps popped open.  As
she let the underwear fall I saw that she was wearing
a strap-on dildo over a thick patch of pubic hair.

      I had never seen a woman with so much body hair.
Both of her small areolas were ringed with dark hairs,
her navel had hair in it, and it trickling down to meet
her pubic patch showing above the plastic belted base
of the belted dildo.  She even had hairs on the
insides of her thighs, and her lower legs were hairy
too.

      When she was totally naked she hugged me again
and while kissing my mouth she grabbed both cheeks
of my ass with both hands.  Being kissed by a woman
with a mustache was strange to me.  She played with
my tits for a while and masturbated my pussy with
her fingers long enough to get my juices flowing.  She
tasted her fingers before placing my butt right on
the edge of the couch.

      She produced a little package condom.  I didn't
understand why she bothered ripping the package
open with her teeth, and rolled a condom over the
dildo.  Then she held onto my ankles she lifted my
legs up she drove the dildo deep into my pussy.
Apparently she had put on a lubricated condom to
make it easier to fuck me.  We were both sweating by
the time I had an orgasm.

      I assumed the sex was about over, but she turned
me over and drove the dildo into my asshole and
fucked me like a robot.  After I got over the shock
of being fucked in the ass I got into it and even had
another orgasm.  Now that I had been fucked
properly she wanted me to satisfy her.

      She removed her strap-on dildo and tossed it
aside.  She sat on the couch with her back against
the armrest and bent the knee of the leg on the
inside while keeping the other foot on the floor.  She
combed her pubic hair with her fingernails, as she
beckoned me to come eat her pussy.

      I got on my knees between her legs and
supported myself by placing my hands on her thighs,
and thrust my face into that thick patch of dark
pubic hair.  I spit on her pussy and licked the hairs
until I was able to get hold of her clit and labia minor
without hairs in my mouth.  I sucked her pussy until
she bucked her hips up smashing her pubic bone
against my nose.  She also praised my efforts with a
string of nasty expletives acknowledging her orgasm.

      When she recovered she flipped over onto her
own knees presenting her butt to me.  I spread the
cheeks of her ass wide open and spit on her asshole
before licking her from pussy to the dimple at the
top of her ass.  I tongue fucked her until she let me
know she had cum.

      I was proud of myself having pleased a dyke.
Robbie and I exchanged cellphone numbers before I
got dressed to go home.

      I had forgotten about the transfer of the smell
of cigarettes and leather to my body and clothes.
When I got home mother inquired why I smelled like
an ashtray.  I quickly proclaimed that the people on
the train smelled terrible.  She told me to take a
shower and change clothes.

      While I was in the shower I wondered how long I
could keep my sex life from my mother.



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