Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2010 11:23:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Lifeguard 2 (lesbian/adult youth, oral, F/ggg)
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Summer Lifeguard 2
By
Jan and Tanya
Susie and I spent the summer having as much
fun as possible. We slipped off to be together
whenever we could get away. Other times we would
do naughty thing almost in the open. Like the time it
was a cloudy day. It was still rather warm but a Low
pressure had settled over the southern California
area creating what they call a 'Catalina Eddy', clouds
being pulled in over the inland valleys. The sun is
blocked out until late afternoon. It cools the valleys
a little but doesn't stop the most harmful radiation
from penetrating the clouds. It is actually easier to
get sunburned on cloudy days. There was only the
hardiest swimmer coming to the pool in the morning
hours.
Susie and I were sitting with our backs against
the brick wall next to each other. We had a very
large beach towel wrapped around both of us. We
were facing the pool so that I could keep an eye on
the few swimmers in the water. What the swimmer
didn't see was that I feeling up Susie. We had our
legs bent so that the towel was tented over us
making it impossible for anyone to see what we were
doing. I had one hand around her body, under her
arm playing with her little tit. The other hand was
on her lap playing with her hairless pussy. I managed
to pull the leg opening aside and get my finger in her
little pussy. I must have played with her about 15
minutes. Eventually it was my turn to rotate with
the lifeguard that was sitting on the lifeguard
tower. While I was sitting up there I kept my finger
under my nose just so I could smell Susie's pussy.
Summer was over all too soon. There were two
things I could look forward to. I was starting my
last year at college. (That prospect was both good
and bad). It also meant I would be back with Kelly.
We had made arrangements to be roommates again.
This time we were going to be living off campus.
Before the end of the quarter we had found an
apartment for the next fall. The community of Isla
Vista was close to the university. It is like so many
college towns-full of students. If it were not for
the owners of businesses, you could go weeks
without seeing anyone that is not a college student.
There was a Bank of America that looked more like a
Spanish fort (the previous one had been burnt down
by students protesting the Vietnam War). There
were quaint little shops catering to the desires of
young people like art stores, hobby shops, eateries,
clothing stores, and a movie theater. About the only
thing lacking was a liquor store. Governor Ronald
Reagan has seen to it that a law was passed that
prohibited the sale of liquor within a mile of college
campuses, just another case of the right wing
legislating morality.
Kelly was too young to drink but that didn't
stop me from buying beer and wine for the two of
us.
Being a member of the rebellious college
community I joined the women's gay action group. I
found it advertised in the school paper. All it listed
was a phone number to call. To insure the group was
not infiltrated by any right wing element or any
other group dedicated to the suppression of the
rights of anyone that didn't agree with the
conservative agenda, anyone wishing to become a
member had to be approved by a committee. All
meetings were held off campus so that the campus
police could not intervene. Several different girls
hosted the meetings at their apartments in Isla Visa.
Eventually we found a religious community that
would allow us to use their church, giving us the
protection of religious freedom.
We would gather to discuss the issues
affecting us on campus and the laws of the land. It
was also an occasion for social gatherings. At least
there we could be ourselves, instead of pretending to
be something we were not. We had dinner together
and movie outings together. Kelly and I got to know
other gals in the group. We became friends with
some of them.
Early in my senior year Kelly and I had a
threesome with one of the girls in the group. I could
tell that after I graduated there be a future
between them. Both of them had two more years
before they would graduate.
In the group we shared how each of us was
exposed to our first lesbian relationship. I was one
of the few seniors in the group. I was one of the
oldest gals in the group except for a couple of
teachers that joined us. I learned that I was a late
bloomer when it came to joining the lesbian
community. Kelly had a special friend when she was
in middle school that she was having sex with. The
girl's family moved away before they entered high
school. That was when Kelly hooked up with Karen.
Karen had started when she was eleven.
There were two other gals a year behind me in
school, Betty and Ellie had been together since the
seventh grade. Others had started in high school.
Some of them had been seduced by older women
when they were children. One had been sleeping
with her single mother all of her life. I felt
neglected that I had not come out sooner. The
discussions gave me a deeper understanding of
lesbianism and of myself. All of the social activity
did make the year pass quickly. We did have fun
with all of the young ladies.
There was one time when the meeting had
finished and the wine had flowed a little more freely
than usual. We had all decided to take a walk on the
beach. What a mistake that was. It was a moonless
night and Betty tripped over a dead sea-lion that has
washed up on the beach. All of us were upset by the
discovery of a dead sea-lion and the smell. A little
farther up the beach Kelly stepped into what she
thought was a little puddle left on the beach by the
receding high tide. WRONG! Someone had dug a
hole. Kelly stepped down into it up to her knee
before she fell over. She was wet from head to toe.
We pulled her out and headed directly back to the
apartment. We discovered that our feet were
covered in black tar. There were no more moonless
walks on the beach for us.
Thanksgiving was on us very soon. It was too
far for Kelly to go home. My parents had no idea
just how close our relationship was, so they invited
her to spend the holiday with us. It was just a short
time to the end of the quarter. The winter quarter
started after the New Year. I was invited up to
Kelly's home for the Christmas Holiday. Of course I
could not spend the complete holiday up there. I
had to return home to spend some of the time with
my family. It was one hell of a week though. Her
family lived up in Crescent City. It is located on the
coast just short of the Oregon State line. I saved
us a long uncomfortable bus ride by driving us up
there. I had never visited that part of the state
before.
Kelly's mom was a widow, named Monica. Her
father was a professional deckhand on a deep sea
fishing trawler that had been killed in a fishing
accident. She was raising three girls on the salary
of a maid on a coast highway hotel. Her father's
demise qualified Kelly for a free ride to college along
with some grants and scholarships. About her only
expenses were her share of the food and rent.
It was a fun trip up the coast. I was getting
stinky finger all the way there. Every morning we
were woken up by the sound of sea-lions barking on
the boat docks down at the harbor. We even drove
through the nearby Redwood National Park. You
can't imagine how tall those trees are and how
insignificant they make you feel, knowing that those
trees were around before the pyramids in Egypt
were built.
It was nice to see Karen again. She was a 14-
year-old now, and in high school. I also got to meet
Kelly and Karen's little sister. The four of us even
crossed the border into Oregon to visit the caves.
The best part was sleeping in bed with Kelly.
It was great fun to crawl under the covers and
sniff pussy by the hour. I even got to sleep with
Karen again. I had been missing having sex with
young girls since having to leave Susie at the end of
summer.
While Monica was at work Karen, Kelly and I
were naked as much as possible. I loved nothing
more than licking Karen's pussy while Kelly was
lapping at my nipples or pussy. It was during one of
those sessions that Amy walked in on us. I was
afraid that she would tell on us. Amy only asked,
"Kelly can I join you?"
Kelly asked, "Are you sure you want to do it
with someone outside the family?"
Little did I know that Karen was having sex
with Amy, after Kelly went away to college! Amy
was just in the fifth grade. She was only 10-years-
old. It was a little shocking to discover that she was
such a sexual little darling. It should not have
surprised after knowing Susie and Karen.
I asked Amy, "Would you like to have sex with
me?"
In response, Amy flung her arms around my
neck and kissed me on the mouth and stuck her
tongue into my mouth. Karen had taught her well.
It was a thrill to place my hand on her chest and
feel just how flat her chest was. Her nipples were
sensitive to the touch. Lust overwhelmed me as I
was licking and sucking every inch of her little body.
My pussy was tingling and sopping wet. I could feel
the juices running down my legs. It was a surprising
revelation that I liked sex with very young girls.
After feasting on her little chest for a long
time I went down between her legs. Her little pussy
looked so sweet to me. Her pubis was a little swollen
bump with a slit up the middle. Of course there was
no hair on her pussy at all. It looked so beautiful.
She was a little wet down there. I probed both of
her openings down there with my fingers. When I
probed her pussy I saw her hymen and touched it. I
couldn't resist putting my tongue in and tasting her.
When I started sucking on her pussy it tasted of
urine at first. The longer I licked and sucked on her
the meatier she tasted. I sucked every bit of her
juice that I could. I was rubbing her little clit and
toying with her asshole too. I was careful not to
break her cherry. I was having a great time. Amy
had a nice orgasm. I had never heard of a girl that
young having an orgasm. Apparently Karen had
awoken her sexual desires earlier. Now it was my
turn.
Amy felt my breasts and sucked on my nipples.
I tried to lay back and enjoy whatever she wanted
to do, but there was no way I could. I was rubbing
her ass while she was sucking on my tits. I had to
lead her hand down to my pussy. I could not live
without her hand down there. My nipples were as
hard as bullets sticking out of my tits. The touch of
her tongue was heavenly. She was sucking and
licking along with nibbling on them. I was so hot
that I had to push her away long enough to catch my
breath. She took that as a message to go down on
me. She dove right in. My pubic hair was no
discouragement for her. She was sucking, licking
and nibbling on my pussy like a pro. She tried to put
her finger in my pussy only to find that my hymen
was still intact. She didn't understand that a woman
as old as me was still technically a virgin. She was
very gentle. She found a hole in my hymen and got a
finger inside of me.
I knew what she was doing, but could only feel
her finger wiggling around inside of me a little.
What more could a horny woman like me ask for, her
finger was in me and her lips were sucking on my clit.
I had one of my best orgasms. Maybe I feel that
way now because of who was doing it to me. The end
result was that I was truly spent.
I lay back fully relaxed. I could see over her
back. Kelly and Karen were engaged in a lovely 69. I
could tell by their body movements that they would
be finished very soon. When they finished all of us
took a shower together in an overcrowded shower.
I still have a strong feeling that their mother,
Monica, knew that Kelly was a lesbian and that she
had seduced her younger sisters. Monica seemed
very cool about everything. I learned that Monica
had only been 16-years-old when she got pregnant
with Kelly. Her husband had been 10-years older
than her. They had been dating since she was 13. I
suspected that Monica was having sex with him from
the beginning. She was by nature a liberal hippy
type.
If my parents found out that Kelly and I were
lovers they would have come unglued. I can't imagine
what would have happened if they discovered about
me and Amy. I had the pleasure of getting together
with Amy a couple of more times before I had to go
home. I also got to watch Kelly get it on with Amy
and Karen at the same time.
When Kelly and I returned to school we got to
talk with Karen and Amy on the phone. Without
Kelly around Karen had returned to her relationship
with Amy. Amy was a very skilled lover for such a
young girl. It seemed that Amy had been fully
aware of the relationship between her older sisters
for a long time before Karen had seduced her.
When Karen had started to seduce Amy she found
out that Amy was very willing to join in lesbian
community with her sister. I love my family, but
they actually love their family.
When I had to return home to spend the rest
of the Christmas holiday with my family it was like
returning to a different world. I saw my brothers
David and Matthew and Matt's new wife. Both of my
brothers were living out of state at that time. It
was nice to see them. I did enjoy visiting with them
and my parents, but I was anxious to get back to
school and the arms of Kelly.
As soon as we were back at school we talked
about spending spring break in San Diego. We
wondered if we could get Karen and possibly Amy to
come with us. I would have loved that, but Monica
could not afford the bus fare.
When the winter quarter started I fell back
into the routine quickly, classes, home work, writing
papers, parties and plenty of sex. Kelly kept me
busy enough but I couldn't resist the occasional
encounter with other gals. From time to time I even
got to get between the legs of some of my
professors and even a department head or two. The
quarter went by fast. Kelly and I were getting
serious about spending spring break in San Diego.
Monica was going to allow Karen to come down with
us. When I told my parents about wanting to spend
spring break in San Diego Dad sent me a check for
more money than I dared ask for. Combined with
the money I had been saving Kelly added what she
could come up with we had a nice little bundle to use
on our holiday. Kelly talked Monica into letting Amy
come along. I wired her the money for the girls bus
fare.
We had made reservations at a motel known to
me from other visits. When we arrived at the motel
we found two queen sized beds. I was given the
choice of beds and bedmate. I was horny to renew
my relationship with Amy. The week was spent
shopping, on the beach at Mission Bay and Sea
World. The nights were wild. I was having sex with
Amy almost nonstop. One thing Kelly insisted Monica
do was to send the girls birth certificates so we
could take them to Tijuana, Mexico.
We had a great time walking the streets among
the cheap shops. The streets smelled of new leather
and Mexican cooking. The smell of alcohol was never
far away. We couldn't take the girls in bars but we
could sit in sidewalk cafes and enjoy the food while
watching the drunken college and military guys
staggering from bar to bar. We were even
propositioned by guys. We fended them off fast
enough. We even had a middle aged Mexican woman
that was obviously a whore offered to have sex with
us for a price. I might have taken her up on the
offer if it had not been for the young girls. I was
falling in love with Amy. It was deviously wicked to
be in love with a 10-year-old.
I introduced Amy to every sexual act I knew
of. I was really falling in love with my 10-year-old
lover. I was 22-years-old at the time. On the last
night of our holiday together before having to
return home I had announced to all of them that I
was going to allow Amy to take my cherry. Amy
announced to one and all that she was going to let
me take hers.
It was becoming a show, but before we started
I wanted to shave off all of my pubic hair. I wanted
my pussy to look as much like Amy's as possible. The
three girls watched closely and offered words of
encouragement while I covered the hair with shaving
cream and using a safety razor I scraped off all of
the hair down to the white meat. Kelly and Karen
sat on our bed to watch us.
Amy and I kissed and we sucked each other's
breasts to warm up. I thrilled at the feeling of her
little nipples under my tongue. She was pretty flat
chested. We eventually moved on to sucking each
other's pussy. I even mounted Amy for a 69. I did
love taking her little mons into my mouth. Eventually
I set to work on her labia. After giving them a real
tongue bath I opened her lips and found her hymen.
I lightly touched it while I sought out her clit with
my mouth and tongue. I was able to bring her off. I
was always surprised that a girl so young could cum
so hard. Amy was quick to return the favor. She
rubbed me and licked me until I was about to cum. I
had to take hold of her wrist and drive the three
fingers rubbing my pussy deep into my pussy. When
my cherry broke I felt a stabbing pain that caused
me to react by jerking my knees up. It hurt me, but
I kept hold of her wrist and started moving her
fingers in and out of me. It started to feel nice.
Amy was sucking on my clit at the same time. I went
into a mind numbing climax that left me limp for
awhile.
Kelly and Karen were fully appreciative of the
show. They were finger fucking each other without
taking their eyes off of Amy and me.
Amy and I cleaned up the traces of blood from
my crotch, and rested. I noticed by the clock on the
night stand that it was only 9:00pm. After I had
rested enough I reminded Amy that it was my turn
to break hers. I proceeded to kiss her lovingly
before working my way down her slim body to the
delicate mons. I used my lips and tongue to lavish
everything I could to bring her to a climax. When
she started quivering I pushed two fingers into her
pussy breaking her cherry. It was obvious that
there was some pain but it was mixed with the
pleasure of the climax she was experiencing. I
contritely asked afterwards if it hurt much. She
said, "No, it stung some but only for a few seconds.
I was still cumming while it happened."
The vacation was over all too quickly. I drove
the four of us back to the La bus depot and put the
girls on the bus back to their home. It was more
direct from LA than from Santa Barbra. I was very
remorseful to see them go. I saved the bloody
handkerchief I had used to wipe Amy's virginal blood
from her body. It was my trophy of my first
cherry. I had given Amy one with my blood on it.
The spring quarter seemed to fly by. Kelly and
I had plenty of time together. I continued to make
it with girls from the group and a couple of
professors. It was all fun but I missed Amy
terribly. I was pretending that Kelly was Amy.
Soon it would be time to think about finals.
These finals would be different. They were going to
be my last. I was preparing for my graduation.
There was a new world out there for me to conquer.
I was visiting job fairs and giving my resume to head
hunters. I knew I wanted to spend at least one more
summer as a lifeguard.
The last week of school was busy, taking finals
and packing. There was something so final about
clearing out for the last time. Kelly had already
reserved the apartment for the next quarter for
her and that girl we had the threesome with. The
last night we were in bed making love knowing that
we would be separated for who knows how long. My
parents came up for the graduation. They stayed in
a nearby hotel prepared to drive home some of my
belongings.
I renewed my CPR card and training certificate
as soon as I got home. My parents were a little
disappointed that I was going to waste the summer
at the pool instead of looking for work. There were
three of the old lifeguards there and one new girl,
for our total of five.
The one big disappointment after a week was
that I didn't see Susie around. I asked a couple of
her friends about her, they told me that her family
had moved away a couple of months before. I was
faced with the prospect of spending the summer
without Susie. I had been looking forward to
renewing our affair.
That was not the only change. They had
eliminated the locker room attendant. That didn't
make much sense to me. They got paid less than the
lifeguards. Now one of the guards would have to
keep an eye on the locker room. That meant fewer
guards on the deck. (As expected more lockers were
broken into that summer.)
I would have even less time to study ads for
jobs at work. The surprise benefit was getting to
watch girls change. Most of the time they arrived
with their swimsuits already on under their clothes,
but the little darlings had to take off the wet suits
to get dressed to go home. I studied them, trying
not to attract attention to what I was doing. More
than once I started getting wet seeing those sweet
young pussies.
One day when the pool was about to close for
the day I was reading a job opportunities page, when
something came flying through the door at me. I
didn't see it coming until it hit me. It was a brown
paper bag, like a lunch bag. When I opened it I
found a training bra, with something written in it.
What was written in it was shocking, "Do you want
to take this off of me?" It was addressed to me.
There was no mistake in the delivery. There was no
name in it so I didn't know who the tease was. There
was obviously a young girl that wanted me. There
was no way of knowing which girl had thrown it.
Three days later the same thing happened while I
was minding my own business reading. The bag was
addressed to me again. This time it was panties.
Same note, no name. No one said anything to me
about them. I kept the bra and panties. It was
obvious that they belonged to a young girl. The
handwriting looked like a girl no more than 11 or 12,
or maybe 13. She definitely had not grown out of
them. But who the hell was she?
Sitting up on the guard tower behind my
mirrored sunglasses, you learn to watch what is going
on around you. Guards and swimmers alike, try to
play jokes on you. You can have your head pointed in
one direction and be looking in another. That way
you can catch kids doing stuff they shouldn't be
doing. They think they got away with something
because you weren't looking in their direction. You
have the option of ignoring it or spinning around and
calling them out. One day there was a new girl in the
pool I had never seen before. I knew because she
stuck out. I watched what she was doing. She had a
group of girls around her. All of the girls were 10 to
12-years-old. I found out later that she was only
12-years-old. What made her stand out was her
breasts had to be at least a double D. The girl was
definitely not shy. I witnessed her slipping up her
two piece swimsuit top and allow the girls around her
to feel her tits. It was funny to watch them
comparing their own breasts with hers. Several of
them were almost as flat chested as boys. She was
the only one flashing her breasts. A couple of them
flashed her back though. There was not much to
flash though.
Later I confronted her. She almost panicked
when I told her what I had seen her doing. She
blurted that her name was Heather, and she was 12-
years-old, when I asked. I told her that it was
inappropriate for her to be flashing her breasts in
the pool. She professed that she was proud of
them. I don't think she understood what I was
saying in response because I was using double
entendre beyond her understanding. (I implied that
I was partial to a cherry that didn't grow in the LA
area when they are ripe.) She had no clue what I
was talking about. I only saw her around the pool a
couple of time before she was gone.
Nothing much more happened until near the
end of summer. She came back. It was late August;
the number of kids in the pool was diminishing as
they prepared to return to school or growing tired
of the pool as the summer wearied on. Having fewer
kids in the pool allowed me to allow the other
lifeguards to leave early.
One afternoon Heather waited until we were
alone in the locker room to tell me, "My cherry is
ripe."
I asked her, "Do you have any with you?"
She said, "Right here!" and grabbed one breast
with one hand and her crotch with the other. She
obviously had learned what I had been joking about
earlier in the summer. She was serious now. She
asked me, "Do you want to take my cherry?"
I left her standing there without answering her
question while I checked to make sure we were alone.
I led her by the hand to the lifeguard's locker room
and sat her on that old green sofa. I sat down next
to her and fondled her breasts. I removed the top
of her swimsuit so that I could suckle on her nipples.
I hooked my fingers in her bottoms and pulled them
down. She had no objections to me rubbing her
pussy and her clit, which really stuck out. I got
down on my knees to lick her pussy and inspect her
pussy. It was obvious that she was a virgin. The
little tart may have developed fast and been playing
around but no one had broken her hymen. I sucked
her long enough to cum. I expected one of the
other lifeguards to come back to help me close up
and check the Ph of the pool and adjust the
treatment before locking up. So I didn't go any
farther with Heather. I let her get dressed and
sent her home. I didn't see her again the rest of
the summer.
In addition to my lifeguard duties I was also
the swim team coach again. In the past I arranged
for our last swim meet to be against a team from
Santa Barbra. They were out of our league. That
just means they were not in the league we competed
against. I had to have special permission to travel.
I had called their coach early in the season to make
arrangements with the coach for this year's meet.
Normally it entailed an early morning two hour
drive up the coast, spend the afternoon at the meet
and a two hour drive home. But this year after
talking to the parents there was a desire to see
some of the tourist attractions in the area. There
were some that wanted to see the Santa Barbra
Mission but most wanted to drive over the hills to
Solvang.
Solvang is a Scandinavian community that has
built a tourist attraction in the middle of an old
farming valley. The buildings reflect an old world
design and they proudly display flags and colors of
such countries as Norway, Sweden, Finland, Poland,
Germany, Denmark, Netherlands and Belgium. They
pride themselves on creating authentic homeland
meals and confectionaries.
The parents were planning on going to the swim
meet in the early afternoon and then visiting Solvang
in the late afternoon. They planned on having dinner
there in the evening. Those that didn't want to
spend the money for expensive restaurant meals
could take their children to the A& W hamburger
hamlet close to the 101 highway. Then back to
Santa Barbra for the night.
We had to raise money for such an outing.
Mother's had bake sales and the kids conducted car
washes at a gas station. The kids were motivated to
work hard to raise the money and they worked hard
to get ready for the swim meet. Most of the kids
would spend the night in the motel or hotel rooms
with their parents. For those kids that the parents
couldn't or wouldn't be going, permission slips had to
be provided for them to stay with other people. We
tried to pair them up with their friends and separate
the boys and girls in different motels close by. I
had the day off from the pool to supervise the trip.
My plan was to get a single room for myself.
"The best laid plans of mice and men," when
the day came and the meet was over and the day
was over there was one girl extra after pairing them
up. Her name was Jenny. She was a cute girl with
light brown hair down to her shoulders, but not what
anyone would call a classic beauty. The fact that
she was only 11 allowed her plenty of time to blossom
into a beauty. The problem arose that if I allowed
her to sleep in my room it was a single, one bed.
Jenny was happy to share a bed with me though.
After my affairs with Susie and Amy I was
primed for young pussy. I really didn't want to run
the risk of getting in trouble. I would have
preferred that Jenny stay with someone else.
Under the circumstances I couldn't refuse to allow
her to stay with me. I promised myself that I would
not make a pass at her. My objective was to simply
go to sleep right away.
It only took until after 11:00pm for everyone
to settle down in their rooms. I had to keep an eye
on all of the girls and get on their case for throwing
ice from the ice machine at each other in the
parking lot. There were girls coming to the door
complaining about one thing or another. Either it
was too cold or two hot in their rooms or the
faucets leaked and the dripping was keeping them up.
Jenny had changed into pajamas with short
sleeves and legs, with little Bugs Bunnies and Daffy
Ducks on them, in our bathroom for bed while I was
solving a dripping faucet problem. She was in bed
trying to go to sleep, but not getting much rest.
Eventually I got to use the bathroom to change into
my nightgown. The one I brought along was light
cotton that only reached to mid thigh. As usual I
didn't bother with underwear. I turned out the
lights and got into bed next to Jenifer.
As we lay there Jenifer asked me, "Last
summer I saw you holding onto Susie's body under a
towel."
I thought no one could see what was going on
under the towel. Besides I thought all of the kids in
the pool were too young to understand what was
going on. Jenny may not have understood then, but
in the course of the year she must have figured it
out.
She asked, "What were you and Susie doing
under that towel?"
I tried to pass it off, "We were just keeping
warm."
She wasn't buying that. She said, "During the
winter my mom explained the birds and bees to me.
I could tell something was going on under that
towel."
She was a bright girl. I guess she was starting
to put two and two together. After several denials,
she told me, "it is okay, whatever happened. My
mom told me about things that happen between
girls."
It seems Mommy also told her about
masturbation. Jenny had been spending the time
afterwards getting in a little practice. This was
getting interesting. "What else did Mommy say?"
Apparently her mom had what could be called a
healthy and open mind about sex. Jenny was allowed
to masturbate all she wanted. Mom had told her
about it and then showed Jenny how to do it by
doing it to herself in front of Jenny. She had even
volunteered to do it to her, but Jenny was a little
too embarrassed to allow her to do it. Just the
same Mom had made sure Jenny understood that
masturbation was done in private. Her mother had
also drilled into her that she was not mature enough
for a relationship with boys. They would want to do
thing to her. She needed to know that those things
could result in her becoming pregnant.
A light went off in my head. I had met her
mother before; she was a single woman and not all
that old, she was only 29-years-old and Jenny was
only 11-years-old. She had never married as far as I
knew and had raised her daughter alone. Mom's
name was Pamela but preferred Pam.
A few questions on my part told me that
Jenny's mom had gotten pregnant during or shortly
after her senior year of high school. She managed
to graduate before it was known she was pregnant,
including her own family. She had been disowned and
had to support Jenny on her own. She knew the
importance of education and got some community
college education before expenses forced her to
quit. I also learned that her mom had some
overnight house guests from time to time but never
anything lasting. Jenny said that the ladies were
nice to her. They slept in Mom's bed overnight.
Jenny had been told in no uncertain terms not
to get involved with boys on any kind of sexual level.
It was unspoken, but her mom didn't mind if she had
girls her age overnight guests of her own. Jenny
had a few sleepovers with her girlfriends but had
never indulged in any sexual activity with them. She
was just starting to develop an interest in sex and
what went on in her mother's bedroom behind closed
doors. The noise coming from her bedroom at night
was intriguing. Was her mom masturbating with
those ladies in there? Since she knew about
masturbation and about male and female sex she
started to guess about lesbian sex. She had never
acted on her desires to find out about it because
she didn't know anyone that was openly a lesbian.
The reason she had started the conversation
was her memory about what she suspected Susan
and I had been doing a year ago under that towel.
She wanted to know if I touched Susie. I told her
yes, and Susie liked it. Jenny asked, "Do you want to
touch me and show me what you did to Susie?"
I propped myself up on my side facing her, "Do
bears shit in the woods? Of course I would love to
teach you about everything I did with Susie. Are
you sure you want it; is okay with you if I touch you
in places that are known as private places, without
telling anyone?"
Jenny promised that she would never tell
anyone. I started kissing her on the face as I
uncovered her. I paid special attention to her eyes.
I worked my way down to her neck with light kisses
and light brushes with my lips and tongue. I lingered
at her ear long enough to make her uncomfortable,
with licks in her ear and blowing in it softy. She was
responding beautifully as planned. I knew I could do
anything with my mouth from then on. I had to be
careful not to get carried away and leave hickies on
her...at least where they could be seen by others. I
began kissing her softy and gently at first but as
the desire took over I became more aggressive. She
was responding to me like a tuning fork. I could tell
her passion was growing too. I kissed her on the
mouth and introduced my tongue. She stopped me.
I had to explain to her what I was doing because she
had never been kissed like that. When I returned to
tongue kissing her I explored her mouth and sucked
the air right out of her lungs.
I slid my hand down her body and touched her
nipples. Her breasts were nothing more than swollen
lumps of flesh at that point. I soon was removing
her pajama top. I just had to see what she had. I
can honestly say that her areolas were larger than
her tits. I was studying them by the light coming in
from the bathroom and the glow from the television.
Her breasts were no larger than walnuts under a
towel. My hands got busy feeling and stroking her
little breasts, toying with her little areolas and
nipples. My efforts were turning her on. I stopped
kissing her and told her, "I also touched Susie other
places."
She breathlessly asked, "Where?"
I said, "Between her legs. Can I feel you there
too?"
She thought about it for a little bit and then
nodded her head up and down.
I slid my hand down to her pajama bottoms and
struggled to pull them down. I had to stop all other
activity and sit up to pull her pajamas off of her
legs. I also took that opportunity to pull my
nightgown over my head and fling it away. I was
absolutely drooling at the sight of her hairless little
pussy.
When I parted her fat little opening I saw that
her nice little labia were just starting to develop. I
could feel that little bulge of her little clitoris. I
love little girls that have an exposed clit. Feeling
them is even better. She had her hands on my
boobs. I never did have very large breasts, but they
filled her hands. She was trying to suck on my tits
like I had done to her. Meanwhile I was busy toying
with the lips of her pussy. I slipped a finger
between the lips to explore her pussy. I wanted to
stimulate her so that she would be sopping wet when
I put my mouth on her cunt.
Going down on her prevented her from playing
with my boobs any longer. I missed the pleasure of
that, but I had a much stronger desire to taste her
pussy. I kissed the fat of her inner thighs. I could
tell Jenny was getting excited if nothing else, by the
smell being emitted by her pussy. When I settled in
and began to lick her pussy, Jenny placed her hands
on top of my head and filled her hands with my hair.
I gave her a good tongue bath before I opened those
lovely lips and stuck my tongue inside. The whole
time she was wiggling around, clinging to my hair and
moaning and groaning. I could tell it was all new to
her. It thrilled me to be the first to taste her
sweet pussy. I love being the first to introduce
them to the new experiences of lesbian sex.
I stuck my tongue up inside her and felt her
hymen. There was one hell of a desire to break it.
My tongue wondered all around inside of her lips
before moving up to her clit. I could tell she was
very excited and close to cumming. She was so
distracted that she even started to cry because she
could not cum. She didn't know what it was all
about. I knew what her problem was and bit her clit
just enough to take her mind off of the feelings in
her body. That was all it took, she went into
convulsions and gasped for air while she experienced
her first orgasm.
I wondered what her mother would say if she
knew what I was doing to her daughter. I was sure
her mother was no stranger to the lesbian world.
Would she be interested in me too?
Jenny was recovering and was soon able to
speak coherently. She said, "I have had climaxes
before, when I masturbated, but nothing compared
to this. Did that ever happen to you?"
"Yes dear, it did happen to me and it does every time
I make love to a sweet young thing like you."
Jenny whispered, "Can I do it to you?"
"I am not one to turn down such an offer."
We returned to kissing each other. I showed
her how to use her tongue. She already had her
hands on my tits. She was feeling my areolas and my
stiffening nipples. That sure got my floodgates
open. I was positively dripping. If I wasn't wet
before I sure as hell was now. Jenny's mouth was
still busy sucking on my face her hands were busy
down between my legs. She discovered that my
pussy was as bald as her pussy. She had seen her
mother's hairy pussy before, and asked, "Why don't
you have any hair down there.
"I shave it off regularly! Do you like it?" I
said.
She said, "You are like a girl down there." She
giggled after making the statement.
I pulled her head down to my pussy and told
her to get busy. I gave her fingers a tour of my
most intimate places. Her nose was so close that it
kept rubbing the back of her fingers. Her fingers
found where my hymen had been as she stuck her
fingers in deep enough to feel my cervix. She was
sucking on my nipples and switching back and forth
from tit to tit. She looked up at me with those big
eyes and whispered, "You're all wet down there."
Boy was that ever the truth. I told her to
continue finger fucking me. I loved the feeling of
her little fingers inside of me. All too soon I needed
more.
I asked, "Would you do to me with your mouth
what I did to you?"
She was blushing as she nodded her head up
and down. I spread my legs and pulled her head
down to my pussy. She looked at my cunt for a
moment before she started licking my pussy.
Suddenly she pulled back and asked, "Is that pee all
over you down there?"
I assured her, "No baby that is just a lot of my
love juice. I do that when I get really excited."
Jenny's tongue went back to work in my pussy
and her mouth latched onto my clit. While she was
licking me her tongue got the full benefit of the
flavor of my womanly cum juice.
She seemed to enjoy the taste. (I'm sure it
was not as sweet as the nectar she produced.) I
told her to lick the inside of the inner lips. She was
sticking her tongue as deep inside of me as she
could. When her fingers were not at work her
tongue and mouth were. I grabbed her head and
lifted her head up while directing her to my clit.
She returned her finger to my cunt after vacating
her tongue. She was finger fucking me while sucking
on my clit. When I came she found out just how
much juice I could produce.
She was not going to be satisfied with just
that. After I got her fires lit, there was no turning
them off. She liked having her fingers in me. She
started begging me, "Please put your fingers in me!"
I had a problem, what should I do? I
explained, "Honey your vagina has a protective skin
covering called a hymen. It may not seem important
to you now, but in the future you might wish you had
saved it for your husband. Also what would your
mother say when she finds out it is broken?"
Jenny told me, "Mama promised to buy me a
vibrator when I'm 12-years-old."
(Wow...what a mother, what a family.) I
figured Jenny would break it herself before long
anyway. Why not me? I was going to be ready this
time. I got a towel from the bathroom and a warm
damp washcloth. I placed a firm pillow under her
butt to elevate it, with the towel under her butt.
I told her, "I'm going to break your cherry for
you then I'm going to have sex with you like you
never felt before!"
With the light streaming in from the bathroom
I could study her cunt closely. I marveled at the
beauty of her little virgin pussy because she was not
going to be a little girl much longer. I did it fast. I
shoved two fingers into her quickly. I figured it
would be better to get it over with. I could tell by
her face that it hurt. She whimpered and whined
and grabbed hold of my wrist. I placed my other
hand over her mouth. I whispered, "The pain will
diminish soon baby."
After a couple of minutes the sting must have
been going away. I began to lick her pussy while
continuing to fingerfuck her. She was tight and the
passage up to her cervix was short. I stuck two
fingers in her up to the fist and started pumping my
fist in and out. I was continuing suck on her clit. I
felt it stand up and throb. I used my other hand to
place a finger above her clit and pulled back the
hood, so that I could suck her all the more. With
my finger fucking and sucking her clit it didn't take
long this time for her to have another climax. It
was not as earth shattering as the first one, but she
was physically drained. I cleaned up the traces of
blood with the warm washcloth and pulled the pillow
out from under her and made her comfortable on
the bed. I cuddled up against her backside, spooning
her while covering us up with the sheet and blankets.
She was fast asleep in no time.
We had to get up early in the morning. It
would not do for anyone to barge in on us the way we
were sleeping. We grabbed a quick shower together.
I could not resist standing her on the toilet seat and
sucking her pussy just to get the juices flowing. We
couldn't waste time because we needed to join the
rest of the team for breakfast. We planned on
visiting the mission and the water front before we
headed home.
If you have ever been around 20 children
ranging in age from 8 to 15 in a restaurant you can
picture the chaos getting them fed. I'm sure some
of the parents noticed how tired Jenny and I looked,
but I suspect they attributed it the long night
getting the girls to bed down. Jenny rode home with
me. When I dropped her off at her mother's house
I gave her a quick kiss on the lips before anyone
could see what I was doing.
The next day I made a swing by the pool to
check out everything before the last evening swim of
the summer. Luckily it wasn't crowded. I was sitting
in the lifeguard's chair on a towel. That allowed me
to relax and think about what had happened to me
the last few years. I no longer cared about men. I
loved women and girls! If I admitted the truth I
really loved little girls, girls right on the cusp of
becoming young ladies. While I sat there behind my
glasses I watched the young girls playing and
screaming as they played in the pool. My life was
changing, I had to move forward but oh how I loved
my Lifeguard Job.
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