Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 11:53:38 -0700
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seducing Caroline (lesbian/Adult youth, oral, f/F)

Warning:

Adult youth, oral, 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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                  Seducing Caroline
                         By
                        Jan

	My name is Caroline, and I was seduced by a
young neighborhood girl.  It is worth noting that I am
a college student at a well-known University (GO
DUCKS).  I am all of five-foot four, and about 140
pounds, brown hair down to the small of my back,
brown eyes, and I wear wire rimmed oval glasses.  My
weight supports nice big 38-DD breasts.

	I normally present a studious look, but my
breasts attract the attention of too many males.
Living in Oregon requires dressing for rain normally.
To protect my hair I always have a waterproof cap
that I can stuff all of my hair in.  Wool sweaters are
the norm, along with wool skirts or pants.  You can be
assured I don't own any open toes shoes.

	I also prefer to go au-natural whenever
possible.  That means I never wear perfume, and I
deliberately never shave my underarms or my pussy.
I enjoy the aroma wearing wool creates on warm days.
At least the pungent aroma normally turns males off.
I was just interested in my studies to achieve a
Bachelor of Science Degree in Marine Biology.

	It takes a special person to appreciate the
natural aroma of a woman.  Fortunately there are a
lot of Swedish descendants living in the Great
Northwest.  They come from families that disdain
the use of perfumes.  Riding on public transportation
on a rainy day, with the windows closed, can be a
pungent experience for sure.

	I had never had sex with anyone not that was all
that religious.  I just never felt the urge to seek out
a sexual partner.  Oh, I sometimes masturbate to
relieve tension, but not all that often.

	On a warm sunny afternoon I was outdoors
enjoying the warmth in the backyard of the little
bungalow I was renting.  There was a large old tree in
the backyard with an old fashioned swing suspended
from one thick branch of the tree, with a wood plank
seat.  I was dressed in tennis togs for a change, a big
comfortable white brassiere, white panties, white
tank top, white tennis shorts, and white canvas tennis
shoes without socks.  The back yard was tucked up
against a hillside and on either side of the yard were
tall unkempt bushes that created an air of privacy.
The large tree's branches would even prevent an
aircraft from snooping.  I felt comfortable in my
privacy.

	I was sitting on the swing and simply rocking
back and forth.  My hands were grasping the rope
well above my shoulders, so I smelled my own armpits,
and I started feeling horny.  I turned my head to get
a better smell, and used one hand to pull on my
underarm hair.  The longer I did that the hornier I
got.  I started feeling my breasts.  I continued
feeling my tits with one hand, while stuffing my right
hand down the front of my shorts.  Soon that was not
enough.

	I pulled the top up and even pulled the
brassiere up and over the tops of my breasts.  I was
able to lift one of my heavy breasts up and suck on
the nipple.  My bra was too restrictive, so I pulled
the top over my head and removed the bra.  I simply
dropped them on the grass beside my feet.  Sucking
on my large brown nipples just made me all the more
Horney.

	I unfastened the shorts, and had to stand up to
pull the shorts down over my hips.  The big full
comfortable panties were easy to pull down.  The
garments joined the top and bra on the grass.  Now I
was free to stroke the thick pubic bush.  I could feel
my juices flowing. The pubic hair near the opening of
my cunt, were being lubricated by my juices.  I parted
my labia and stuck two fingers into the depths of my
vagina.  I frigged myself until I had a strong orgasm.

	I continued to sit on the swing and rock back
and forth while I recovered.

	The worst thing about the northwest is how
quickly it cools off when the sun started to set.  I
was forced to gather up my clothes and retreat into
the house.  I was satisfied and didn't give it another
thought, after I got dressed.

	My bungalow is old, and well insulated for the
north.  It is warm and requires very little heating, so
I didn't need to put on warmer clothes.  I was just
starting to think about making dinner for myself.  I
was just getting ready to wash my hands before
starting to prepare my meal when the doorbell rang.
I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was wondering who
was at the door, as I made my way to the front of
the house.

	When I opened the door, Debbie, the young girl
next door was standing there.  She looked a little
intimidated, but she managed to as, "May I talk to
you?"

	I figured she was having issues with her parents
or a romance problem with some pimple faced boy.  I
stepped back and allowed her to enter.  I casually
placed a hand around her waist as I escorted her into
my living room.  After she sat down, I sat next to
her, and asked, "Debbie, you look disturbed, what is
disturbing you?"

	Debbie looked nervous, the way she was ringing
a handkerchief between her fingers on her lap.  She
couldn't look me in the eye.  "I wanted to ask you, is it
natural to masturbate?"

	The question took me back for a moment.  "Why
would you want to ask me that question?"

	Debbie said, "My mother keeps catching me
masturbating, and she screams at me that it is
wrong!"

	I placed a hand on her bare thigh, and I felt her
muscles ripple.  "Honey, everyone masturbates one
way or another."

	Debbie pleaded, "Could you tell my mother
that?"

	I had always assumed that Debbie was spoiled
rotten, and got away with anything she wanted.  I
couldn't picture her mother reprimanding her for
anything, let alone masturbating.

	I had to ask, "Why would you ask me to do that
for you?"

	Debbie's face flushed and she wouldn't look me
in the eye.  She almost whispered, "I saw you in the
back yard a few minutes ago."

	I couldn't believe there was any way she could
see through the fence and hedge.  The knowledge
that she had been able to spy on me was more than a
little disconcerting.  I made a mental note that I had
to find the gap, and do something about it.

	Just to make sure she actually saw me
masturbating, I asked, "What did you actually see?"

	Debbie said, "I saw you on the swing under the
tree.  I watched you take your clothes off, and suck
on your own tits.  I watched you play with the hair
under your arms and stick your fingers into your
pussy.  You looked like you were going to pass out."

	There was no doubt that she had seen me.  The
problem was just how much I should help her.  Even if
she told her mother that she had seen me
masturbating.  It could be that her mother wouldn't
allow her to talk to me again.  After all there is no law
preventing anyone from masturbating in the privacy
of their own back yard.  I was sure that her mother
would spread the gossip all over the neighborhood.
Hell, I didn't talk to any of my neighbors!

	Debbie was a slender girl about eleven years old.
She had been a platinum blonde as a baby, but her
hair was getting darker with every year.  Her big blue
eyes looked deceptively innocent.  She didn't need a
brassiere yet, but I was sure she was wearing a B-cup
in an attempt to look older.  She was wearing a Tee-
shirt sporting a lithograph picture of some teenage
heart throb pop singer.  The shorts she was wearing
were old, faded, and at least two sizes too small.  She
had been wearing tennis shoes with her heel broken
down so that she could simply slip them on and off.

	When she had sat on my couch, she had dropped
them on the floor, as she tucked one leg under her
butt, so that she could turn her body to face me.

	After telling me that she had spied on me, while
I had been masturbating, she placed her delicate
hand on my thigh.

	Her touch sent a shiver through my body.  I was
aware that should I seduce her, and be discovered, I
could be looking at jail time.  I made a show of taking
hold of her wrist and placing her hand back on her
own lap.

	I was about to say something about keeping her
hands to herself, when she leaned over and planted a
kiss on my lips.  "Do you know what you are doing?
You are too young to be going around kissing women!"

	Debbie gave me a coy smile, "But it feels so
good!"  She also placed a hand on one of my full
breasts.

	I have to admit that my nipples responded.  I
tried to brush her hand away, but she resisted.  I had
to overpower her to move her hand away.  No matter
how many times I fended off her advances she kept
trying to place her hands on my breasts, and even my
pussy.  I was getting impatient with her behavior, and
quickly slapped the left side of her face hard enough
to bring tears to her eyes instantly.  I was shocked
by my violent reaction to her trying to seduce me.

	I was so upset with my reaction, because I
really did want to fuck her brains out.  I just couldn't
bring myself to admit it.

	In reaction to my burst of violence I drew her
against my body and hugged her.  Her head was
resting against my breasts.  I still had on that white
tank top, big comfortable white bra that incased my
big tits completely.  The bra and tank too would only
be two layers so are you counting the straps of the
bra as a different layer?

	She was crying a river of tears that were
soaking the material over my tits.  When I looked
down, I saw that my brown areola and nipple were
visible through the material.  My nipple was
responding and getting hard.  Even Debbie saw my
nipple, and claimed it with her mouth.

	I should have stopped her, and pushed her away,
but my pussy wouldn't be denied.  Besides I was no
stranger to eating pussy.

	The first time someone had given me their
pussy was when I was visiting my mother's younger
sister.  I thought she was the most beautiful woman
in the world and the most sophisticated too.  After
that visit I was constantly looking for females that
were into lesbian sex.

	When I was a senior in high school I met an
older woman that became my role model.  She was a
little overweight, but it was the fact that she took
pride in her body hair that influenced me.  She was
unbelievably hairy.  I had never seen anyone like her
before or after.  I'm talking hair on her arms and
even hair on her butt.

	She taught me to smell the pungent odor under
her armpits.  When I ate her pussy or asshole the
odor clung to every part of my flesh that came in
contact with her flesh.  I could finger fuck her and
smell her pussy on my fingers until I used soap and
water to wash.  I could finger fuck her in the morning
and go to bed still able to smell her odor until I
masturbated myself with that hand.  Just the same I
was reluctant to allow a minor to seduce me.

	I was debating pushing her way from my tit,
when she jammed her hand down the front of my
tennis shorts and ran her fingers through my hairy
pussy.  When her finger found my clit and vagina I
was lost, there was no going back.  The used the first
two fingers to masturbate me until I surrendered to
her desire, and spread my legs.  She withdrew her
hand, and smelled her moist fingers before holding
her fingers under my nose.  She wiped her slimy
fingers on my upper lip, so that as I breathed
through my nose, I smelled the familiar odor of my
own pussy juices.

	Being a nice warm summer afternoon Debbie was
dressed comfortably.  She had on a half Tee-shirt
that barely covered her sweet youthful B sized
conical breasts.  It was so short that if she raised
her arms the shirt would ride up enough to expose
the lower portion of her breasts.  Her outie
bellybutton was exposed on her flat tummy.  She had
on blue jean canvas shorts.  The shorts leg hole were
large enough that while she was sitting the crotch of
her panties could be seen by anyone sitting in front
of her.  Her tennis shoes had the back broken down,
so she could simply slip her bare feet in and out of
them.

	She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand
between her legs.  Her panties were warm and moist.
I knew that if I smelled my own fingers I would smell
the pungent odor of Debbie's young cunt.  I started
massaging her pussy vigorously, while she started
removing my clothes.

	She had to interrupt my efforts to masturbate
her long enough to pull my tank top over my head.  I
unhooked the back of my bra, while she was pulling
the shoulder straps off of my shoulders.  When my
breasts were exposed you would have thought Debbie
had never seen a tit before.

	She used both hands to take hold of both of my
tits.  She felt them before she took hold of my
nipples and pulled on them.  She stretched them as
far as my skin would allow.  When she lowered her
head to take one of my nipples into her mouth to suck
on it, her nose was close enough to my armpit that
she got a whiff of my underarm.

	She remembered watching me smell my own
armpit and licking it, before I started playing with my
pussy.  She took hold of my arm and tried to lift it.

	I understood what she wanted and raised my
arm and bent it behind my head.

	Debbie took hold of my hair, much as I had and
pulled on it.  When she released the hair, she smelled
her fingers, before she licked my armpit.  It was as
exciting for me as it was for her.  I couldn't resist
pulling her own top over her head.

	She actually had been wearing a bra under that
top.  I was fascinated by the way her breasts were
shaped.  The creamy white flesh of her breasts, were
shaped very much like any other girl with a 34-C
figure, but her areolas were mauve colored and
shaped like domes on top of her breasts.  Her
breasts reminded me of pears.  The nipples were
inverted.

	I couldn't resist taking one of her areolas into
my mouth and trying to do my best to suck the
inverted nipple into an outie.  Debbie was enjoying my
efforts.  She was squirming around on the couch so
much I had to grab her arms to force her to sit still.
There came a time when both of our pussies
demanded attention.

	Debbie struggled with unfastening my tennis
shorts, while I was too impatient to remove her skirt,
so I simply lifted her butt long enough to pull her
plain white panties out from under her butt and down
her legs.  She had already slipped her feet out of her
shoes, so it was easy to free her panties.

	Once her crotch was exposed to air, I started
finger fucking her as fast as I could.  Debbie lay
back, and enjoyed my efforts.  I used my free hand
to continue massaging her tits.  Not to be left out
Debbie used her right hand to pull on my nipples as
they dangled over her body.  It felt like she was
trying to milk my tits.  If she was, she was destined
to be disappointed.

	When I finally stood up to relax my back,
Debbie took that opportunity to pull my shorts down,
along with my panties.  The way she was staring at my
pussy reminded me of the way a child stares at a
wanted toy in a store that is beyond their parent's
budget.

	She slid off of the couch and went to her knees
right in front of me.  She took hold of my hips and
buried her face in my tangled garden of moist pubic
hair.  If the smell bothered her, you couldn't tell by
the way she was licking my pussy.  I actually stood
there with my feet spread, and allowed her to eat my
pussy until I had a strong orgasm that almost made
my knees buckle.  Afterwards I pulled her to her
feet and kissed her mouth.  It tasted like my pussy,
inside and out.  Eventually I placed my naked butt on
the couch again.

	I draped her supple legs over my shoulders.  I
was mentally comparing her soft inner thighs with the
neighborhood girl I had seduced when I was Debbie's
age.  The smell and smooth plump flesh was so much
like my memory.  Debby was young enough that she
was proud of her newly grown little dark garden of
pubic hair.  I even thought I could sit there and count
every hair, but Debbie wanted satisfaction.

	She locked her fingers behind my herd, and did
her best to pull my face against her pussy.  Of course
I could have resisted, but I wanted to taste her
pussy as much as she wanted me to eat her pussy.

	I closed my eyes and followed the smell to her
sweet little clamshell, and used my tongue to seek out
and capture her little clit between my lips.  I did my
best to virtually suck her clit right off of her body.
When I stuck my tongue into her vagina I felt the
resistance of her hymen.  It shocked me to discover
that such a wonton teenager was actually a virgin.

	I tried to pull away from her pussy, but Debbie
clung to my head, and I actually lifted her bodily off
of the couch.  She was pleading with me not to stop,
so I obliged her, and returned her to the couch, so
that I could continue eating her pussy.  I not only ate
her pussy, I rimmed her tight little asshole.

	I must say Debbie responded to having her
asshole licked by actually peeing in my face.  That was
a baptism I had never experienced before.  Debbie
tried to apologize, but I looked up into her eyes, and
smiled as I licked her pee from around my mouth.

	That was the start of a doomed relationship.
Debbie was far too young to be sneaky.  She wanted
to spend every waking moment with me.  It didn't
take long for her mother to suspect what was going
on.  When she confronted Debbie with her suspicions,
the girl tried to deny what her mother suspected, but
eventually she broke down and admitted that she
loved me more than life itself.

	When her mother confronted me with the
knowledge that she knew that I was fucking her
daughter, there was no denying it.  There was nothing
for me to do but leave the area, with no forwarding
address.

	I promised myself never to get involved with a
minor again.  A futile promise, because I knew I could
never resist the attraction of any sweet young girl.



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