Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2016 20:39:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Samantha and Older Women 6 (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
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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             Samantha and Older Women 6
                    Casandra
                       By
                      Jan

      One afternoon right after school I went to a local
bookstore.  I was in my plaid school skirted uniform
with the blue blazer, with my book bag slung over my
left shoulder.  I was simply planning on reading a few
pages of lesbian erotica, because even though I was
16 years old I still so young looking I was able to buy
a child's ticket to get in movies.

      I casually wondered through the shelves until I
got to the lesbian section.  I selected a book with an
interesting title and flipped through the pages until I
got to the sexual part.  I was so engrossed in reading
the description of the sex between the women I was
oblivious to my surroundings.  What brought me back
to reality was the feeling of a hand on my butt.  It
startled me.  Not only was there a hand on my ass, I
could smell the expensive perfume and feel the body
heat of a woman.  I turned my head to get a look at
the woman.

      I was impressed with the woman.  Her face
reminded me of Barbra Streisand when she was in
her thirties, down to the curly brown hair.  She was a
head taller than me.  She was wearing a shiny light
gray business suit, as she gave me a smile and I
smiled back.

      I debated whether to just offer to just go with
her or continue reading.  I opted to continue reading,
because having sex in public was an added thrill.  The
prospect of possibly getting caught was a turn on, so
I simply returned to reading the book.

      The woman stood right behind me, moved my pack
aside and lifted the back of my skirt.  She placed the
palm of her hand on my butt.  She rubbed the smooth
silken material until it was worm.  I heard the sound
of high heels on the wooden floor coming down the
else.  The woman withdrew her hand and pulled the
back of my skirt down and smoothed the pleats.  As
the woman passed us it must have looked like the
woman was simply reading over my shoulder.

      As soon the woman rounded the corner my Jewish
lady friend lifted the back of my skirt again.  This
time she stuffed her hand down the back of my
panties and ran her fingers up and down the sweaty
crack of my ass.  She eventually stuffed her hand so
deep that she was able to stick her fingers in my
pussy and her thumb up my asshole.  She was
masturbating me vigorously.  It was impossible to
truly concentrate on reading.

      The woman used her left hand to reach under my
arm and grasp my breasts.  The woman's breathe was
warm on the back of my neck even with my hair in the
way.  She obviously enjoyed feeling my breast.  Her
body was pressed against my backside.  Her crotch
was pressed against the hand masturbating me.  She
pulled my blouse out of my skirt and ran her hand
under the blouse.  Her strong hand followed my
ribcage until her fingers reached my bra.  She forced
the bra with the underwire cup up over my tit.  She
squeezed the flesh with her fingers, and used her
index finger to toy with my nipple.  I was breathing
as hard as a sprinter that had just run her best.  I
wasn't even thinking about being caught with a
woman's hand in my panties and a hand on my tit.  I
was blinded by an orgasm.

      While I stood there recovering the woman
removed her hands and straightened up my skirt, and
helped me get my tit back in the bra.  I stuffed the
blouse back into my skirt.  I put the book back on the
shelf, and allowed the woman take my arm and lead
me out the door.

      As soon as we were on the sidewalk we stopped
long enough to introduce ourselves to each other.
Her name was Casandra, and I told her that my name
was Samantha.  She raised an eyebrow quizzically, so
I told her that I was only half Japanese.  That
elicited a smile.

      Casandra asked, "Would you care to accompany
me to my place, so we can enjoy a lot more than just
masturbation?"

      I had to stand on tiptoe to be able to kiss her on
the mouth, in answer to her question.  I fell into step
next to her as we walked up the Avenue.  While we
were walking I studied the woman.  She was slender
and dressed like a professional business woman.  She
led me to her apartment building, and we took the
elevator up to the 8th floor.  She had me practically
undressed by the time the elevator door opened.

      I hadn't even thought about the possibility that
someone might be waiting for the elevator door to
open.  I stood there impatiently while she unlocked
the door.

      As soon as we were in her apartment she removed
her own business jacket and tossed it aside, and took
me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth.  When
she broke the kiss she asked, "Would you like
something to drink?"

      My answer was, "Water would be fine."

      Casandra went to the kitchenette and soon
returned with two glasses of cold water.  We made
our way to the couch and while we sipped the water
we talked.

      Just as I suspected Casandra was a fourth
generation Russian Jewish woman.  When she talked
she even sounded like Barbra Streisand.  I was
fascinated listening to nonstop narration of her life.
She had managed to acquire a couple of degrees from
New York City College.  She also demonstrated that
she had a flighty personality.  She bubbled over with
excited animated jesters while trying to describe her
occupation was amusingly unclear what she actually
did for the City Department of Public Works.

      I bored her with the facts of my life.  How my
father met my mother while stationed in Japan as an
Air Force First Lieutenant.  He had married her and
brought her home with him after his resigned his
commission.  I had inherited her looks and my
father's temper.  She had assumed I went to a
Catholic school of course, because of the uniform I
was wearing.  I told her the name of the school I was
going to and that I was a junior.

      She looked surprised, "I thought you were much
younger."
.
.      I smiled with pleasure, "I can still get into
theaters for the price of a child's ticket."  I didn't
think that my sex life was any of her business.
Besides it was more fun letting her believe I was an
innocent school girl.

      When we had finished telling our stories she
pulled me close and started feeling me up while she
kissed me.

      I hadn't noticed until that moment that my blouse
was hanging out of my skirt properly.  I was
embarrassed to think we had walked all the way here
with me looking so untidy.  She gave it a tug and
pulled my blouse out of my skirt, and she started to
unbutton the front of my blouse.  She reached
around my back to unhook my bra even before she
took my blouse off.  When she removed the blouse
the bra fell away too.  She made a fuss over my
breasts.  She marveled over the fact that my breasts
were so mature while I looked so young.  My skirt
fastened in the back with a flap covering the top of
the zipper.  She had to unbutton the flap to get to
the zipper.  I had to lift my butt up, so that she could
pull the skirt out from under me.  School required all
of us to wear full slips, but I cheated and only wore a
half slip.  She had to pull that off too.  I also cheated
when it came to my panties.  The sweet little old nuns
would have punish me if they ever got a glimpse of my
tight little lace panties.  She tugged on them and
they stretched a lot before they slipped out from
under my ass.  I only had on my white knee length
sock and the saddle oxfords at that point.  She didn't
feel it necessary to take them off because she had
access to everything she was interested in.

      Once I was naked she ran her hands all over my
body before she stood up to take off her own
clothes.  She was wearing a teal silk blouse with long
sleeves and it was open at the collar.  There was an
impressive rope of black pearls around her neck, and
it rested in the cleavage between her breasts.  She
had large breasts supported by a firm support bra.
When she removed the blouse I was impressed with
the purple lace over gray silk of her brassiere.  It
was cut so that a large portion of her breasts were
exposed.  She turned her skirt around to unhook the
zipper of her shirt and pull it down her long legs.  She
clung to the skirt with her right hand as she stepped
out of the skirt.

      I was captivated by the sight of the matching
panties to her bra.  The black lace over the gray silk
created the illusion of pubic hair.  She was wearing
self-supporting nude nylons, and they were pulled all
the way up to the junction of her legs to her torso.
Her three inch pumps were perfect for business use.
They looked almost new.  There were only a few scuff
marks on the insides of her heels.

      I was with fascinated interest as she pealed the
panties down.  When her vulva came into view it was
devoid of any hair.  The folds of her labia minor gave
testimony of her mature womanhood.  My mouther
watered in anticipation of tasting her cunt.  I had to
restrain myself from revealing what a slut I was.

     Casandra was always the aggressor in this act of
seduction.  She left her nylons and pumps on, because
they looked so much more seductive.  She stood
there in front of me with her legs as wide of her
shoulders and stood there rubbing her crotch with
her right hand, and a wicked expression on her face.
Just looking at her was almost enough to give me an
orgasm.

      She reached down and pulled me to my feet and
led me to her bedroom.  I was overwhelmed by the
opulence of her bedroom.  It was so perfect that she
could bring up either males or females and there
wouldn't be anything to reveal her proclivity to
seduce young girls.

      Casandra helped me get onto her bed and position
me right in the middle of the bed.  She stepped back
to admire what I looked like.  I lay there watching
every move she made.  She was as graceful as a cat
when she crawled across the bed on her hands and
knees.  It was like she was an animal about to eat me.
Only she started licking my knees and worked her way
up my thigh.  I thought she was going to start eating
my pussy, but she continued up my body.  It was
driving me crazy.  She licked her way u my ribcage
until she claimed my right tit with her mouth.  She
sucked on my nipple so hard I was sure tit was going
to be bruised.  It felt like an eternity before she
switched to the left nipple.

      When she was finished with my breasts she was
laying on top of me and she kissed me with plenty of
tongue.  It drove me crazy again as she licked her
way down the middle of my body.  She paused at my
navel to tongue it before continuing down my body.

      I placed my hands on top of her head and tried to
force her down to my pussy, but she was stronger
than me.  She took her sweet ever-loving time about
going down on me.  When she did start eating my
pussy it was heaven.  Her tongue was like a snakes
tongue the way she flicked my clit.  When I had an
orgasm I actually squirted milky cum all over her
face.  I actually fainted for a few seconds.  When I
came to my body was quivering uncontrollably.  It
lasted for several minutes, and when it was over I
was exhausted.  It left like I couldn't lift my arms or
legs.  Casandra was kissing my eyelids and face very
motherly.  She wasn't finished with me yet.

      She sat up on her knees and walked her way up
straddle of my body.  When her bald cunt was right in
front of my face she smashed her cunt right into my
mouth.  I did my best to please her, but her cum
almost choked me.  She even rubbed her asshole
against my mouth and nose until she had a couple of
orgasms.

      She allowed me to use her bathroom to clean up,
and I saw how red my face was in the mirror.  I gave
myself a sponge bath before we retrieved or clothes.
She escorted me home to insure that I didn't get
molested on my way home.

      I went to bed that evening with fanciful dreams
about fucking all of the women in my life.



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