Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2009 09:21:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stateline Summer (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/fF, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
teenager and a woman and her daughter.  If this
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               Stateline Summer
                     By
                    Jan

	My parents were an affluent couple from San
Francisco.  My father was a corporate lawyer.  He
bought a winter retreat in Stateline, Nevada.  That
allowed my parents to enjoy Lake Tahoe, gambling in
Nevada and winter skiing too.  I did enjoy the winter
skiing but was bored with the summers there.  I was
not allowed to gamble and I thought the water in
Lake Tahoe was cold enough to freeze the balls off
a brass monkey.  I resented being dragged to the
cabin the summer of my thirteenth birthday.

	I was behaving like a spoiled brat.  I was sullen
and rude to my parents.  There was just not much
for me to occupy myself.  One day while my parents
were sleeping late after spending the night gambling
until dawn, I got up early and decided to take a hike
up the mountain.

	I dressed light.  I was born with straight sandy
blond hair and my mother's blue eyes.  I was a rather
small girl.  I was less than 100 pounds and under five
feet tall.  My breasts were petite little 32-B's.  I
was smart enough to put on hiking boots and thick
socks.  I knew better that to go up and down hills in
shoes that would blister my feet.  The local
mountains have desiccated air at that altitude.  It
was cool in the morning but I knew it would be warm,
so I simply put on tan shorts and a red handkerchief
halter top.  I tied another one around my head as a
sweat band before leaving a note where I was going.
I had filled a water bottle and shoved it into a
holster attached to a web belt.

	I headed west and up the mountain on a trail
near our cabin.  (It would be a joke to call four
bedrooms with three bathrooms a cabin.)  I climbed
the trail at a steady pace.  I didn't want to sweat so
I moved at a comfortable pace.  It was not long
before the town was out of sight.  As I followed the
trail I could see some really rustic cabins below the
trail I was on.  I was enjoying the smell of the trees
as I filled my lungs with the pine scented air.  I
could hear the woodpeckers banging away on trees
but could not tell what from direction the noise was
coming.  In time there were no more cabins in sight.
It was a nice day and I came to a fork in the trail I
chose to follow the left fork.  I had no idea where it
would lead me.  I found out that it led right by a
real log cabin.  I could smell kerosene.  This place
didn't even have electricity.  There was also the
smell of cooking.  I was about to pass on by when the
door opened and a girl about my age came out of the
door.

	She was a dark haired girl and no bigger than
me.  Her small face obviously never had makeup and
she had never shaped her eyebrows.  Just the same,
she was an attractive girl.  I took in her simple
wardrobe in a glance.  It consisted of old worn jeans
with holes in the knees.  It was obvious that her
clothes were not a fashion statement.  Her pants
were worn thin from washing and abuse.  Her flannel
shirt was just as distressed.  She greeted me with a
warm smile.

	It was obvious that she wanted to talk.  I'm
sure she didn't see a lot of children her age up here.
While we were talking I heard a hoarse, gruff
female voice say, "Who are you talking to, Kerry?"

	The girl said over her shoulder, "A hiker!
Excuse me, what is your name?"

	"Shirley."

	"Her name is Shirley, Mom!"

	With that a heavy set women appeared in the
doorway.  She was an imposing woman.  She was
probably 5-feet-four.  Her hair was thick and wiry.
I doubted she ever brushed it.  She had a wide face
with flared nostrils.  She just had a look about her
that was threatening.  I had a chilling feeling that I
didn't want to get on her bad side.  She had on a
simple cotton house dress.  She said, "We were just
about to have breakfast.  Would you like to share
our meal?"

	I was curious about what the modest cabin
would look like and realized I had not eaten before
starting on my quest.  I was hungry.  I accepted her
offer.  They stepped back and allowed me to enter.

	The cabin was very sparse.  The cabin was
located on a south facing slope and two windows
flanked the door.  The windows did have storm
shutters to close during the winter.  The inside had
kerosene lanterns for lighting.  Only one was lit.  The
room had that yellow glow from the light.  The walls
were blackened from smoke caused by the lanterns,
heating stove and the wood burning cooking stove.
It was a one room cabin.  There was the Franklin
stove in back for heating next to the cooking stove.
They each had flues that piped the smoke through
the wall.  There was a bed against one wall.
Obviously mother and daughter shared the bed.
There was a table against the other wall with four
chairs.  The table was set for two.  Kerry quickly
placed another place for me.

	I was offered the place of honor at the head
of the table.  Her mother brought a pot full of
oatmeal.  She portioned out a generous amount of
oats in each of the three unmatched bowls.  Kerry
poured us each a glass of milk.  There was a stick of
margarine and a bowl of sugar on the table.  When
the women joined us she had a coffee pot and a
plate stacked with toast with her.  She asked me if
I would like coffee.  I accepted the coffee.  She
poured coffee in our three cups.  We buttered our
toast and put a dollop on the oatmeal.  We added
sugar to the coffee and oats to our tastes.  While
we were eating I found out the woman's name was
Mrs. Colleen O'Hare.  She insisted that I call her
Colleen.

	It felt good to feel the warm meal in my
tummy.  When we finished I offered to help wash
the dishes, in an effort to be a gracious guest for
them sharing their breakfast with me. The woman
would not hear of it.  She told me that we could go
out and play.

	Kerry and I headed up the trail to the crest of
the mountain.  When we reached the top of the
mountain we rested on the rocks and I shared my
water with her.  She admired my shorts. I took them
off and allowed her to try them on.  She also
admired my sexy little pink panties.  She reached out
and felt the material impulsively.  I felt sure that it
was just an impulse, at first.  I took my panties off
to allow her to try them on.  We were almost the
same size.  They did not fit her as tightly as they fit
me.  She smelled the crotch of my panties before
stepping into them.  I was a little embarrassed
watching her smell the crotch of the panties I had
been sweating in for a few hours.

	I was sitting on a large flat rock with only my
halter top and boots on.  Kerry modeled my shorts.
Then she knelt between my legs and placed her
hands on the insides of my thighs and spread them.
I watched her bury her face in my blond pubic hair.
It startled me.  I placed my hands on her head to
push her away.  At that moment her tongue and lips
captured my clit and the feeling that rushed
through my body had me quivering.  I gave up all
attempts to push her away.  I laced my fingers
through her hair and pulled her head against my
pussy.

	I masturbated regularly but had never had sex
with anyone else.  I knew I was doing something I
shouldn't but I could not resist the feelings she was
inducing in me.  She reached up and untied my halter
and placed her hands on my small breasts.  When she
removed her hands from my tits, I regretted their
departure.  I did not know what she was doing, but
her mouth never left my pussy.

	What she did was remove my shorts and
panties before she turned her body around without
taking her mouth off of my cunt.  When she had
turned 180 degrees around, her dark haired pussy
was right over my face.  I was looking up at her
swollen vulva and noticed that her skin had an ashen-
gray color.  Even her tight little sphincter had that
ashen-gray color that radiated out as it gradually
turned into that creamy color.  There was nothing I
could do as she lowered her pussy down to my face.
She wiggled and rocked her hips around, smearing
her pussy juice all over my face.  At first I kept my
mouth closed.  The thrill of doing something so
wickedly forbidden overtook any resolve I had.
Without knowing I was doing it, I started copying
everything Kerry was doing to my pussy with her
tongue and mouth.  I came very quickly.  I could not
believe how much that climax relaxed my body.

	Kerry took longer to reach her climax.  She
continued to grind her pussy against my face.  I had
to swallow the juice that was not being spread all
over my face.  Eventually she stopped moving and sat
on my face as she came.  Without warning she sat
upright on my face.  The result was that her asshole
was forced over my nose.  I thought she was going
to smother me.  I thought I would have been upset
having a smelly asshole smothering me.  On the
contrary I found her flesh smelled sweet.

	Eventually she got up and we put our clothes
back on.  We made our way back down the trail,
hardly saying anything to each other.  I was
absorbed with my thoughts about what had just
taken place.

	When we arrived back at the cabin her mother
greeted us at the door.  She kissed Kerry on the
mouth and I noticed she had a crocked smile on her
face.  Then she unexpectedly took me by the
shoulders and kissed me on the mouth.  When she
released me, she gave us both glasses of cold
lemonade.  Then she asked us, "Did the two of you
enjoy the sights from the top of the mountain
before you sucked each other's pussies?"

	I was stunned by her statement.  How did she
know what we had done?  I looked at Kerry as if to
ask her how her mother knew.  She just shrugged
her shoulders.  Colleen chuckled, "Girls, you should
have washed the pussy juice from your faces in the
creek.  There was no mistaking the smell of Kerry's
dried pussy juice on your face, Shirley.  Kerry's face
also smelled of pussy juice.  Did you take turns or do
it to each other at the same time?"

	Kerry said, "I mounted her like you do me!"

	I could not believe what I was hearing.  Kerry
was saying her mother had sex with her like she had
done to me.  At the same time the idea of a mother
and daughter having sex with each other seemed so
titillating that it made my pussy tingle.

	Colleen got up and came to me.  She pulled me
to my feet and hugged me to her ample body.  I
could tell that she didn't have a bra on under that
simple faded blue house dress.  I was self-conscious
about the smell of the dried juice on my face.  It
didn't seem to bother Colleen the way she was licking
my face clean.  She started unbuttoning the front
of her dress while she was kissing and licking my
face.  Sure enough she did not have a bra on under
the dress, or panties as it turned out.  When she
stepped back to remove the dress I got a good look
at her body.

	Her breasts were at an F size or at least
double D.  They sagged quite a bit.  The areolas were
large at the tips of them with fat nipples.  Her waist
was thick and her lower tummy was soft.  There was
a nasty surgical scar where an appendectomy had
been performed.  The pink scar sunk deeply into her
belly.  The other thing was that Colleen was all
natural.  There was plenty of dark hair under her
arms and on her vulva.  Her thighs were large and
lumpy.  Not what you would call an attractive woman
at all.  Just the same I was fascinated by her
sexuality.  They were a sweaty, natural aroma filling
my nose.  I actually felt a little light headed.

	While I had been studying what Colleen looked
like, Kerry had shed her shirt and jeans.  I caught
sight of her taking off her shoes and panties.  I had
not seen her before without her shirt on.  She also
had underarm hair.

	Colleen pulled my head down to her tit while
she lifted her left tit, with her right hand.  I
started sucking on her tit while Kerry stood behind
me and untied the halter.  Then she knelt as she
unfastened the shorts.  She pulled them and my
panties down.

	I had a strange thought about how many times
I had my panties off this morning.  I didn't have
much time to ponder the thought before I felt my
butt being spread apart.  It was a shock when I felt
something cold touch my asshole.  I turned my head
long enough to see that it was Kerry's nose buried in
my asshole.  Colleen pulled my head back around and
fed me her nipple again.  I gave up resisting.  Colleen
sat on their bed and pulled me down with her.

	If you had asked me the day before if I would
be having sex with a female, let alone a mother and
daughter, I would have told you that you were crazy.
Here I was wallowing in sex like a pig in a mud
puddle.  I actually had an urge to find out what
Colleen's pussy would taste like.  I went down on her
on my own.  It was like burying my face in a very
warm flesh pillow.  She smelled of salty urine and
very strongly of that meaty pussy odor.  Her pussy
was slippery from all of the juice she was secreting.
I did everything to her pussy that Kerry had done to
me.  My face was being washed by her juice and
flesh.  While I was doing that, Kerry was back there
doing things to my asshole with her tongue.  She was
also using her fingers to play with my clit and pussy.
It would be hard to say if I climaxed before Colleen.

	We rested for a bit before both of us turned
our attention on Kerry.  Mama sucked her tits while
I started sucking her pussy.  The way Kerry was
thrashing around before long I was licking her
asshole as much as her pussy.  By the time Kerry was
finished it was getting late.  I had to leave but
assured them I would be back.

	I was smart enough to wash my body and face
with cold water before getting dressed.  When I got
home I told my mother about the girl I met on the
trail.  I told her about how her and her mother lived.
I told her that I would like to share some of my
clothes with her.  I also asked her if I could spend
the next three days at their house.

	Mom thought that it was very altruistic of me
to want to share my clothes with my new friend.
She even helped me select clothes for her.  I found
one of my Girl Scout backpacks in the garage.  I
stuffed the clothes in the back and then filled the
rest of the pack with food items that would be a
treat.  A dozen fresh eggs would be something
unlikely carried up the mountain.  The rest of the
food items would be a treat too.

	I headed up the mountain with my mother's
good wishes.  When I reached the cabin I was
greeted by the two of them like I was family.  I
laughed at the thought.  Would that make our
relationship incest too?

	I unpacked my pack.  They were both thrilled
that we would have fresh eggs for breakfast for a
couple of days.  Kerry was beside herself when I
unpacked the clothes I was giving her.  She
undressed right then and there.  She tried on
everything I had given her.  As she pulled off each
pair of panties she handed them to me so that I
would smell the crotch.  I was becoming a regular
pussy hound fetish.  Eventually the three of us
wound up on the bed.

	I could not get enough of those monstrous tits
and her big smelly pussy.  When she demanded that
I lick her asshole I did not refuse.  I found that her
vulva and asshole was just as gray as her daughter's.
It was a crowded bed with the three of us.  At night
when we would fall asleep someone would move and
disturb the other two.  We would start sucking
pussy and tits all over again.  Over the next three
days, every once in awhile, the three of us would
bath in the creek not far from the cabin.  The water
felt like it was freezing.  We could not stay in the
water very long at a time.  It was necessary every
once in awhile just too wash off the dried cum.
There came the day I had to go home.

	I didn't want to lose touch with them.  I knew
we would not be back to the cabin until ski season.
Even if there was an early snow we would not be
back until at least Thanksgiving.  Of course that
would depend on my father's work load.  I tried to
find a way they could visit San Francisco.  Colleen
stroked my hair while she held my head between her
legs.  She said, "I will see what I can do about your
problem tomorrow."

	The next day when I went home I was in a bad
mood because I had to pack up to go home.  I was in
my bedroom when my mother called me down.
Colleen was sitting in the living-room chatting with
my mother.  She was dressed in a dress and
comfortable shoes.  I could tell she even had a bra
on.  I had never seen her with a bra on before.  She
was telling my mother how much she and her
daughter would miss my company.  Mom made tea
for us and we talked for at least an hour.  Eventually
she announced that she had to get back up the hill.
I walked her up the trail a short distance.  I wanted
to get out of sight of the house so that I could kiss
her goodbye properly.

	Colleen held my hand as we walked up the trail.
She handed me a card with a name and phone
number on it.  She told me to call this woman and
tell her my name.  She had called her before coming
by to tell her about me.  When I asked her who she
was, all Colleen would tell me was that she was like a
sister to her.  Before we parted ways we kissed each
other and we both slipped our fingers in each other's
pussy.  I didn't want to wash my hand after that
because I wanted to be able to smell her pussy as
long as possible.

	When we got home I settled in and almost
forgot about the card until I put on the same shorts
one day.  I felt the card in my pocket, when I stuck
my hand in it.  I had bent the card when I stuck
hand in it.  I studied the card.  The number had a
San Francisco prefix.  I studied the card for awhile
before I made up my mind to call the number.  When
the woman answered the phone I told her my name
and added that I was Colleen's friend.

	The woman's voice perked up right away.
"Colleen called me about you several days ago.  I
have been looking forward to meeting you.  My name
is Amy."

	We chatted with each other for awhile before
she asked me to visit her.  She gave me the address
and I knew the area well.  I knew which bus to take
to get me close to her apartment building.  I made
plans to go shopping on my own so that I could meet
her.

	I was filled with apprehension and excitement
as I sat on the bus and made my way up the hill.  I
rang the bell for access to her apartment and took
the elevator up to her floor.  I paused in front of
the elevator while I studied which direction to go to
find her apartment.  I had to turn to the right.  As
I walked down the hall I saw a woman approaching
me.

	"Shirley?"

	"Yes, are you Amy?"  That was a foolish
question, considering she knew my name.  Who in the
hell would be calling my name but her?

	She hugged me like I was a close friend and
ushered me into her apartment.  We sat only a few
feet apart while we got to know each other.  She
wanted to know how I met Colleen and Kerry.  I told
her about my family's cabin and how I ran into them
while hiking.

	Amy said, "I have tried to get her out of those
mountains for years.  She just has a problem with
too many people."

	I wanted to know how she knew Colleen.  Amy
knew right away that Colleen had not told me about
her.  "That is just like her not to tell you about us.
We were raised in one of those cult Mormon families
in Cider City, Utah.  These old men practiced
polygamy.  They chased off their male children when
they reached puberty so they could keep marrying
the young girls.  Colleen and I were married to an old
man old enough to be our grandfather.  Being the
youngest wives we were picked on by his older wives.
Colleen and I ran off after she found out she was
pregnant.  I had not been able to get pregnant by
him."

	"Being a small household Colleen and I shared a
bed.  We fell in love with each other while he was
bedding his other wives.  We both found that we
would rather make love to women than a man.
Colleen chose to live in the mountains to raise Kerry
herself.  I chose to come west to a city known for
its tolerance for women like me."

	While we were chatting I had been studying
her.  She was about the same age as Colleen and my
mother.  She was an attractive woman.  She was a
natural blond who added highlights to keep her hair
looking like it did when she was a teenager.  It was
styled very fashionably.  It was obvious that she
took good care of her figure.  She was a little fuller
figured than she would have been at my age but she
was trimmer than my mother.  I was wondering what
she would look like naked.

	She must have read my mind.  She moved
across the space that separated us and sat down
next to me.  She placed her arm around my body and
told me, "Honey, you are so sweet looking I could
just eat you up!"

	I turned my face towards her and my boldness
surprised me.  I kissed her on the mouth.  That was
all of the encouragement she needed.  She placed
her hand on my exposed knee and returned the kiss.
I felt her hand sliding up the inside of my thigh.
Long before she reached the warmth of my panties,
I placed my hand on one of her 36-C sized breasts
and felt it.

	There was no stopping us now.  We struggled at
getting each other's clothes off.  Being an adult she
had a slip on.  The bra and panties were very sexy
and matched.  She had on a small garter-belt to hold
up her nylons.  She chose to keep the garter-belt,
nylons and high heels.  I thought it did look sexier
that way.  Her pubic hair was trimmed and only
slightly darker than the hair on her head.  I was
struck by how different she was from Colleen.  One
was very rustic and outdoors type while Amy looked
like a woman right out of a fashion magazine.   She
assured me she had worked hard to shed any trace
of her old Mormon appearance.

	"I think you are very beautiful, Amy."

	"Thank you, my child!  You don't know how much
that pleases me."

	She lowered her head and took one of my
nipples into her mouth and sucked on it while she
stroked my pussy.  When it was soaking wet she
slipped a finger into my pussy.  It was all I could do
to keep from screaming.  I wanted to suck on her
tits so bad.  She had to lift her head up to allow me
to claim one of her nipples.  She smelled of very
expensive perfume.  It was very different from
Colleen.  Colleen had been so earthy.  Her smell had
been so pungent and all absorbing.  Amy smelled of
perfume, powder and her body was a warm as a
fragrant bath.  When I stuck my fingers in her
pussy I had to smell them before going down on her.
She smelled like all woman but not as strong as
Colleen.

	Amy pressed me back on the couch and started
sucking my pussy while she clung to both of my tits.
I wrapped my legs around her head and enjoyed my
first climax at the hands of this woman.  It did not
shock me when she stuck a finger deep into my
asshole while she sucked my clit.  It felt so good
when I came that I just had to show Amy how much
I adored what she had done for me.

	When she sat up I pushed her backwards until
her head was resting on the arm of the couch.  Now
it was my turn to lick, suck and kiss her magnificent
body.  I spent a long time leaving love bites on her
tits before I went down on her and tasted her pussy.
To show her just how much I loved sex I licked her
asshole too.  She was filling my head with all kinds of
words of endearment.  It was hard for me to have
to tell her I had to clean up and go home.

	Eventually while me and my mother were in
town shopping I made sure Amy would run into us.  I
introduced them to each other and told her that we
had met through a mutual friend.  We spent the day
talking.  Amy had a very natural way of endearing
herself to my mother.  She even invited the two of
us to join her at one of the season's philharmonic
opera performances.  The two of them struck it off
right away.

	We became regular companions in town.  Mom
allowed me to visit her when she had to accompany
my father to political functions.  I did love those
weekends together.  We even planned on her joining
us during the ski season so that she and I could visit
Colleen and Kerry.



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