Date: 18 Sep 2001 09:50:48 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Stephine of Liverpool (Adult Youth g/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                      Stephanie of Liverpool
                                By
                               Jan


	I am a teenager from a Welsh family from the row houses
of Liverpool.  Most of my family were either fishermen,
cannery workers or in the military for more generations that I
know about.  I know that three generations of my family have
lived in a same row house.

	Children from the row houses played in the street all the
time.  There never seamed to be an end of kids on this block.
As fast as a kid grew up and found work another generation of
children filled the street.  They almost seem like the same group
of children.  They look so much like their older siblings.

	I say that because I look like my older sisters and
cousins.  At seventeen I look much younger than I am.  I have
sandy blonde hair to my shoulders with fading traces of freckles
across my nose.  I am slim with 34 B-cup that are in no need of
a bra.  My areolas are very pink with no visible nipple on them.
You can count my ribs and my tummy sinks in with a tight
navel.  My hipbones are prominent.  And yes I shave my pubis
into a thin line about two centimeters wide.  My legs have just
started filling out so that my thighs are bigger round than my
knees.  My friends and relatives look a lot like me.  We do have
the strange immigrant on the block from Ireland, Scotland and
even the one Indian kid that stands out like a black marble in a
bag of white ones.

	The games in the street never change.  The boys played
stickball or football.  They all had dreams of being a
professional striker for a major team.  The girls stayed out of
the street for fear of being run over by some brute of a guy.  So
the girls dreamed about rock stars, helped with the housework
or did it all if the mother worked.

	There were a few older people that lived in the row
houses too.  Every girl's favorite was old Mrs. Jones.  She must
have been in her sixties.  She was turning gray and her massive
bosoms looked like big pillows.  Not that she was fat; she was a
little plump, with large hips.

	When the kids came home from school Mrs. Jones was
out front working on some craft project or quilt that would draw
all of us to her stoop.  She taught us a lot of crafts.  She would
invite us into her home to tea or something.

	When I was about twelve years old Mrs. Jones invited me
into her home for tea.  I was happy to have her company.  When
we were in the house she complained about the heat in the
house and removed her cotton duster.  Under the duster was a
thin dressing gown.  When she joined me on the couch with two
cups of tea she sat facing me.  I could see her large breasts and
even the dark areolas.  The shadow of dark pubic hair between
her legs was exciting me very much.

	It even drew the question if I was coming down with
something as she held the back of her hand to my forehead.  If I
was running a fever it was just from looking at her almost nude
body.  We talked about school and stuff for a while.  She
showed me her new craft project.  The time passed and I had to
finally excuse myself to get home to start dinner.  She followed
me to the door and thanked me for the company and invited me
to come by tomorrow.

	The next day I rush home in hopes that I would see Mrs.
Jones again.  I didn't see her out front so I knocked on the door.
Mrs. Jones opened the door and invited me in.  She had tea
ready with sweet breads.  We sat on the couch again and talked
for awhile.  I was hoping she would remove her duster again.


	Mrs. Jones said, "My isn't it warm again?"

	I responded quickly, "Yes!  I think so too."

	She gave me a warm smiled and asked, "Would mind if
she removed her duster again?"

	I said, "No I would not mind at all!"

	She stood and removed her duster again.  She turned her
back to me as she lay it over the arm of the couch.  When she
bent over the crack of her ass was plainly visible.  I could even
see some dark hair disappearing between the crack from the
front of her body.  When she sat down to face me to talk the
gown opened to show a large portion of her smooth thigh.  I
could not take my eyes off her body.

	Mrs. Jones and I talked for probably a couple of hours.
But I finally had to excuse myself again.  I thought about her all
night long.  In my bed that night I found that I got some
satisfaction from putting my hand on top of my pubic bone and
rubbing the heal of my hand up and down.  I fell asleep doing
that.

	The next after noon I was at her door as soon as I got
home.  I was still in my school uniform.  When she opened the
door she let me in and I saw that she was in that sexy dressing
gown.  We had tea and talked again and she asked me if I
would like to watch the Tele for awhile?

	I told her, "Yes!"

	She got up and turned on the Tele.  She sat in the chair in
front of the Tele.  I was a little disappointed that she chose to sit
so far away from me.

	She said, "Stephi honey, why don't you sit over here?"

	I got up and joined her.  She pulled me up onto her lap.
In her arms like this I could feel her left nipple pressing into my
arm.  Her right hand rested on my right thigh casually.

	When it came time to go home if you were to ask me
what we watched I could not have told you.  My head was full
of the smell of her perfume.  That night I rubbed even harder
and ran my fingers through the sparse hair and found out just
how wet my vagina was.  When I climaxed I smelled my
fingers and almost had another climax.

	The next day was Saturday so no school.  I wondered
how I was going to get away from the other girls to visit Mrs.
Jones.  I wondered if I could circle the block and get in her back
yard.  So I did that.  I found that the fence had a lose board.  I
stepped through it.  When I knocked on the backdoor Mrs.
Jones was a little surprised to see me.  She was in her cotton
duster.

	She asked, "How long I could stay today?"

	I told her, "Everyone is working today so I can stay all
day!"

	She smiled at me and asked, "Would you like to help me
with my casting ceramics?"

	I said, "Sure, but I could not hide my disappointment."

	She smiled and led me to the kitchen.  We mixed some
plaster and poured it into some rubber molds.  After she tapped
the molds on the table to shake air bubbles out of them she said
there is nothing to do but wait until they dry.

	 "Would you like to watch the Tele with me?" She said.

	I beamed and said, "Sure!"

	I was in front of the chair before she could turn it on. She
chuckled as she sat down and drew me up onto her lap.  I was
disappointed that she was still in her duster.

	As the program started she told me, "I feel to warm
Honey.  Do you mind if I take the top of my duster off?"

	I told her that, "I don't mine Mrs. Jones."

	She kissed my cheek and unbuttoned the first four
buttons of the duster.  She pulled the arms down and off one at
a time.  When the material was around her waist I could not
take my eyes off her breasts.  They were beautiful to me.  They
were so large. The nipples were as large as a baby's bottle
nipple.  I wanted to suck them so badly.

	Mrs. Jones asked, "Have you started growing breasts
yet?"

	I blushed and said, "Yes!  But mine are so small!"

	Mrs. Jones reached out and put her hand on my breast.
She squeezed it like she was checking fruit if it was ripe.  I
wanted to touch her so badly, but was scared to do it.

	Mrs. Jones said, "Yours will grow soon enough baby."

	Mrs. Jones took my hand by the wrist and placed the
palm of my hand on her breasts.  My little hand could not grip
all of her breast.  The nipple felt like a rubber marble under the
palm of my hand.  We watched the screen that way for awhile.
Then she put her hand inside my shirt and cupped my training
bra.  When I was breathing hard she put her free hand on the
back of my neck and pulled my head towards her breast.

	I opened my mouth as the nipple came close.  I wet my
lips with my tongue just before her nipple entered my mouth.  I
sucked her like I was going to get milk out of them.  I sucked
her for what seamed like hours.  Mrs. Jones stroked my breast
while I sucked her.

	After some more time Mrs. Jones asked. "Honey would
you like to go to my bedroom with me?"

	I said, "Yes!"

	We got up and went up stairs to her bedroom.  She sat on
the bed and removed my clothes.  When I was nude she held
me at arm length and turned me around to admire my body.
She ran her hands all over my body.  Then she stood up and sat
me on the bed.

	She bent over and removed her shoes.  Then stood up and
unbuttoned the fifth button on her duster and it fell to the floor
around her feet.  She did not have anything on under the duster.
Her large breasts sagged a little.  Her tummy sagged a little too.
Her pubic bush was thick.  I reached out and ran my finger
through the hair.  It was damp and I smelled my fingers.  They
had a strong mucky odor.  I tasted my fingers and the taste
made me feel a tingle between my legs.  I wanted to touch
myself, only I did have to do it.

	Mrs. Jones sat next to me on the side of the bed.  She
took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth.  I had never
had someone put his or her tongue in my mouth before.  It was
strange at first but I soon was sucking on her tongue and she
moved it around inside my mouth.  Before long she wanted us
to move so we were lying on her bed with our heads on the
pillows.  She was whispering in my ear how much she loved me
as she felt my breasts.  She sucked my small nipples and I
reached for my crotch.  She took my hands in hers to stop me
from touching myself.

 	She told me, "I will do that for you soon."

	I begged her, "Please do it now!"

	Mrs. Jones kissed my belly and navel.  I through my legs
open wide open so she could play with my pussy.  I put my
hands on the top of her head and pushed her in the direction of
my pussy.  I had no idea what she was going to do but I wanted
her to touch it as soon as possible.  Then I felt her mouth kiss
my cunt.  I thought I was going to pee right then and there.  But
I didn't and she ran her tongue up and down the valley of my
cunt.  When her tongue touched that little nub at the top, I
jumped a little.  Then she sucked it into her mouth.  I felt a
warm wave over take my body.  It was heart stopping and then
I felt like my muscles just went lax.  I thought I was going to
pass out.  I had never felt like this when I played with myself at
night.

	Mrs. Jones moved back up to her pillow beside me.  She
leaned over and kissed me.  I could taste my own juices on her
face and in her mouth.  That made me excited again.  I didn't
know if I should do what she had done to me or not.

	I leaned over and kissed her on her mouth.  Mrs. Jones
took me by my hips and pulled me on top of her body.  I kissed
her throat and moved down a little.  As I moved down her body
I could feel that little patch of hair rub her smooth flesh.  When
my head was level with her breasts I took turns sucking each
nipple.  I made both of them wet with my saliva.  When I
moved down farther her pubic hair was rubbing my tummy.  I
ran my tongue around and into her navel.  Then I went down
farther and felt her course hair in my mouth.

	Mrs. Jones bent her legs and spread them widely.  I was
looking closely at the first pussy I was going to kiss.  The smell
was strong and made my head spin.  I put my fingers on either
side of the opening and spread it open.  I could see her hooded
clit and the hole to her vagina with the opening to her urethra
close under her clitoris.  I stock out my tongue and tasted the
meat in the hole.  It had a salty taste and meaty taste.  I then
pushed my head into her driving my tongue deeply into her
hole.  She rested her hands on the back of my head at first.  But
the longer I sucked her and licked her the more she pressed my
head into her body.  Soon she was thrusting her hips up and
slamming my face into her cunt.

	When she climaxed she cried out, "Stephi I'm coming
now!"

	I felt even more juices filling the hole and I licked up
everything I could and drank it.  When she was through
moaning I worked my way back up her body and lay on her
tummy as I kissed her on her mouth.

	After we rested for a while we got up and had something
to eat.  Of course Mrs. Jones insisted that I sit on her lap while
we ate.  She feed me like a baby.  When we were done we put
the dishes in the sink and went back to her bedroom.  The
second time we made love to each other took longer but was
even more exciting than the first because I knew what was
coming and felt the thrill I knew was coming.  And this time
when she lifted her legs to give me access to her pussy I
followed the trail of hair all the way down to the brown hole.  I
watched it pucker up as I kissed it and probed it with my
tongue.  Mrs. Jones begged me to keep it up as she had another
climax.

	As the shadows in the room was telling us it was growing
close to the time I would have to go home Mrs. Jones and I
bathed together in her tub.  We dressed and she walked me to
the door.  We kissed each other and made plans for next
Monday.  I was home in time to have dinner started before
anyone got home.  That night I had a whole new batch of
images to think about as I masturbated.


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