Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2010 08:58:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweet Caroline (lesbia/aduly youth, oral, anal, F/f. F/fF)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between woman
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                  Sweet Caroline
                       By
                      Jan

	They call me Bobbie.  I have to say that I am a
bit of a free spirited lesbian.  Sure I'm about twenty
pounds overweight but I'm satisfied with my figure.
My breasts are large.  I'm a 40-DD.  I'm proud of my
brown hair.  I part in the middle and it flows down
the back to my waist.  I am forced to wear glasses,
so I chose to wear wire rimmed glasses.  I also chose
to go natural.  I refuse to shave any of my pubic
hair.  I'm not shy about wearing tank tops.  Of
course with tits like mine I have to wear a strong
support bra, or my tits would be flopping around.
I'm a bit of an embarrassment to my family.  It is
not often that I am invited to a family gathering.

	I debated if I wanted to go to the birthday of
the family matriarch.  I knew I had received an
invitation only because Granny had insisted.  Granny
had always liked me, even though I didn't make any
bones about being a pussy eating lesbian from the
time I was a teenager.  She accepted my behavior
with a wink.  I suspected that she had been a bit of
a rebel in her youth.

	I knew if I went that I would get a lot of
disapproving glances from the old hens and venomous
looks from men.  I would be ignored by the
discussion groups.  If I decided to go I made up my
mind to be as outrageous as possible.

	You have to understand that my family is from
the 'Bible Belt.'  My family was from Tupelo,
Mississippi.  The family estate was on St. Thomas
Street.  It was a large sprawling home with plenty of
grounds around the place.  There were plenty of
extra rooms for the out of town relatives.  There
were also a lot of sons and daughters still living in
the area for the overflow.  Being the black sheep of
the family I chose to stay in a hotel.

	When I had to make my appearance at Granny's
birthday party I deliberately chose to put my tongue
stud in along with my nipples studs and clit rings.
Because of the humid heat I simply put on a pair of
white cotton Panties with a cocktail dress short
enough to almost show my panties.  I did put on a
strong support bra and a simple jersey.  I rented a
car to drive to Granny's place.

	I had to work my way through the crowd of
family milling around the house to get to Granny to
give her a hug and receive her blessing and kiss.  She
whispered for me to be sure to come and see her on
Monday, after the family had gone to their homes.

	I knew she wanted to tell me something in
private, but I would have to call work and leave a
message that I would not be back to work on
Monday.  I could not refuse my Granny anything.  I
assured her I would be back.  I spent the rest of
the day and evening talking to the few members of
the family that tolerated my life style.  I was
relieved when I could get away.

	Sunday was a little easier because all of the
religious members of the family went to church.
That allowed me to have a quiet visit with Granny.
What she wanted to tell me was that she wanted me
to meet Sweet Caroline tomorrow.  She wouldn't
elaborate anymore.  She let me go back to my hotel
with a mystery to think about.  I had to get away,
before the family came back to Granny's.

	I made arrangements to stay a couple of extra
days with the hotel and left a message at the office
to let them know I was taking a couple of extra
days.  I spent the evening in a local bar by myself.  I
was not looking for a date.  I just found a woman to
chat with to keep men from pestering me.  I made no
effort to make a pass at her.  We just spent the
evening casually chatting before we parted ways at
bedtime.

	The next morning I headed for Granny's after
breakfast.  I had opted to simply put on a jersey
tank top over my support bra, simple white sweat
shorts held up by a drawstring, without panties and
sandals. I knew she slept late and wanted to make
sure she was up.  I arrived about 10:00 am.  I talked
to Granny for awhile before taking a walk around the
grounds I had spent plenty of afternoons in as a
child.

	There was still the old tree that had a swing
suspended from a strong branch.  It was made of
rope with a wooden plank seat.  The ropes had been
replaced many times over the years and the wooden
plank had holes drilled at each end and had been
painted several times.  It had been painted red
several times by the family without them actually
knowing that the minerals in the red paint protected
the wood from rot and insects.  I remembered
spending many an afternoon enjoying swinging in
Granny's tree.

	While I was swinging like I had in my youth I
remembered how I used to delight in taking off my
clothes and swinging as high as I could in that old
swing.

	As I sat down on the plank and took hold of
the rope and started rocking back and forth I
smelled my underarms.  While smelling my underarm
I combed the hair with my fingers.  That stimulated
me and I started feeling and squeezing my breasts.
That led to me pulling my jersey up over my tits and
giving my support bra a vigorous massage.  That led
to me having to take my top off.  I played with my
large breasts before lifting my tip up and sucking on
my own nipple.  The longer I played with myself the
hornier I became.  The next thing I did was pull the
drawstring to release the shorts.  I just had to stick
my hand down the front of my shorts and rub my
sweating pussy.

	The more I rubbed it the more I had to look at
my pussy.  I eventually pulled the shorts down and
kicked them free of my feet.  I sat there rubbing
my hairy pussy until the juice leaking from my pussy
made the hair and my hand wet.  I was jilling myself
franticly until I felt that rush of a climax sweep
over my body.  When I recovered I became aware of
just how vulnerable I was out there under the tree
totally naked.  I gathered up my discarded clothes
and got dressed as quickly as I could.  I was heading
back towards the house when I saw a young girl
helping Granny down the steps of the back door.  My
first thought was, did they see me jilling myself?

	As Granny and the girl approached they both
had a wide smile on their faces.  Granny introduced
me to her Sweet Caroline.

	The girl could not have been more than a dozen
years old.  She had creamy skin, bright blue eyes and
the face of an angel.  Her dark hair was in bangs
that covered her eyebrows.  Her hair that was
divided over her shoulders hung down to her chest.
It had a gentle wave to it.  She was dressed casually.

	She had on a simple summer dress that was so
thin you could almost see through it.  It was a tan
color with large imitation tortoise shell buttons down
the front.  She was also barefoot.  She was also
checking me out.

	When her eyes reached my crotch they
stopped.  I could not resist looking down at the
front of my shorts.  The shorts had a wet spot right
over my pussy and the dark hairs were visible
through the material.  I fought the urge to try and
cover up my pussy with my hands.  Granny didn't even
seem to notice that I was standing there with cum
dripping from my cunt.  She simply said, "Bobbie,
why don't you show Sweet Caroline around while I
make some iced tea for us!"  With that she turned
to return to the house.

	While I watched Granny walking back up the
steps to the house Caroline asked, "What were you
doing before we came out?"

	I told her, "I had been sitting on the old tree
swing."

	Caroline took hold of my hand and started
walking towards the old tree with the swing under it.
She said in a soft voice, "Granny told me that you
were the person to talk to about sex between girls!"

	I was stunned by her simple statement.  I
didn't know what to say.  I finally asked, "Why do
you want to know about sex with girls?"

	Caroline said, "I told Granny that I didn't like
boys and preferred to play with girls.  I told her
about having rubbed myself down there and having
done it with other girls too.  I asked her what else
girls do with each other.  She told me that you would
be the best person to teach me about what girls can
do to please each other."

	I didn't have much to say at the moment.  I
was thinking about why Granny was introducing me
to a young girl that was interested in sexual
relations with other girls.  As we approached the
swing I allowed Caroline to sit down on the swing and
I stood behind her and placed my hands on the rope
above her and started swinging her slowly.  It was
easier to talk to her without looking at her face.

	I asked, "Tell me more about what you and your
young friends do when you play with each other."

	Caroline was facing forward as she started
talking, "I don't remember when I found out that it
felt good to rub myself between my legs.  My
mother caught me and told me that I was going to
hell if I continued to do that.  I could not stop doing
it.  I showed my best friend how to do it.  We found
that it was even better to have someone else rub it.
We kiss each other and take our clothes off and rub
each other down there.  Your grandmother has
always been the one I could talk to.  She told me
that all girls discover the pleasure of masturbation.
Some girls decide that they prefer to only have sex
with other girls.  When I told her that I thought I
was one of those girls she told me that she had a
granddaughter that is a Lebanon. "

	I smiled at her statement.  "The word is
lesbian."

	"Right, that's what Granny called it." Caroline
said.  "What does that mean?"

	I figured it was simply easier to say, "There is
an island off the coast of Greece that in ancient
times developed a society where women sang and
wrote about the pleasures women shared with each
other.  Now it is the title everyone gives to women
that prefer to only have sex with other women."

	I could tell Caroline was thinking about the
next question.  "How do women make love to each
other?"

	"There are many ways women make love.  Each
woman finds her own way of pleasing their
girlfriends.  Some women only kiss and masturbate
each other.  Other women indulge in some things
that would be repugnant to others."

	"Tell me about the things women can do."

	I was starting to step back and place my hands
on her back and swinging her higher as I told her
about the many ways women pleased each other.
Caroline was asking questions when she wanted more
explanation about something she either found
interesting or thought was gross.

	She finally asked, "The front of your shorts
was wet when I first met you, did you pee in your
pants?"

	I chuckled, "I had just masturbated until I
came.  When I got dressed I was still leaking cum."

	Caroline added, "I also saw a dark patch was
that your panties?"

	"No, dear that was my pubic hair.  I don't shave
my hair off."  I said as I pulled the swing to a stop.
As Caroline turned her head slightly, I leaned
through the ropes to show her my underarm.  She
was so close she could smell my underarm.  Caroline
reached out and instinctually touched my hairy
underarm.

	At that point I figured I had better stop what
was going on because we were heading to something
dangerous.  I pulled back and told her, "We better
go back to the house because Granny would have tea
ready for us."

	Caroline spun the swing around to face me.
"Please teach me about love!"  She grabbed me
around the waist and clung to me.  She wanted to
kiss me.  Caroline stood up; she flung her arms
around my neck and sought out my mouth to kiss.

	I tried to pull her arms from around my neck.
The harder I tried to pull her arms away the more
she almost chocked me.  He lips were kissing me
urgently.  There came a point when I just gave up
and took her in my arms and kissed her.  I stuck my
tongue into her mouth and actually sucked the air
out of her lungs.  It did not take long before she
almost swooned in my arms.  We were interrupted by
the voice of Granny calling out that the tea was
ready.

	We broke our embrace and made our way to
the house.  We were both a little contrite as we
made our way up to the house.  Granny ushered us
into her breakfast room.  It was circular and had a
180 degree panoramic view of the back yard.  When
I saw the view I knew that if Granny had been in the
room earlier she could have seen me stripped and
masturbating myself.  I was rather cowered while we
sweetened the tea to taste.

	Granny asked, "Well Bobbie, what do you think
of Sweet Caroline?"

	I fumbled with words to respond, "She is truly
a sweet young lady!"

	Granny's next statement shocked the hell out
of me.

	Granny said, "Sweet Caroline wants to find out
what it is like to have sex with a woman!  I want you
to teach her all about lesbian sex in my bedroom.  I
want to watch too!"

	I was beyond stunned at my beloved Granny's
simple statement.  One look at her face was enough
to tell me that she was not joking.  I sought refuge
in simply drinking my iced tea.  I finished the tea
before I worked up the nerve to respond.  "Caroline,
do you know what Granny said, and do you want me
to teach you about the way women make love to each
other?"

	Caroline flashed me a big smile and placed her
hand between my legs and rubbed the still damp
crotch of my shorts.  "I have been thinking of
nothing else since Granny told me about you!"

	We picked up our glasses and left them in the
kitchen sink on our way to Granny's bedroom.  I had
been in Granny's bedroom many times.  I knew just
what her room looked like.  It was on the second
floor to take advantage of any breeze during the
night.  There was a large bed occupying the most
space.  One wall was almost all closets, with mirrored
doors.  There was a huge old fashioned vanity
dresser with a delicate dressing chair in front of it.
There was a Spanish style veranda with wrought iron
railing.  The sliding glass door had a recliner couch in
front of it.  That allowed Granny the option to sit on
the veranda to read or recline indoors to read in the
air-conditioned house.

	Granny led us to her bed and told us to enjoy
ourselves as she made her way to her recliner and
sat down facing the bed with her left arm resting on
the wing of the couch.  I was faced with the actual
responsibility of teaching this young girl about the
joys of lesbian sex.

	I was reluctant to actually start.  Caroline
started unbuttoning her simple little dress.  She did
not have a slip on under the dress.  All she had on
was little tight fitting underpants.  It was a thrill
just looking at her flawless skin.  There were only a
couple of traces of scars where she had skinned her
knees falling down.  At her age her breasts were
just little handfuls of flesh with the promise that
they would be magnificent breasts someday.  Her
little areolas covered about half of her breast and
they were mauve colored.  The nipples were no larger
than shelled green beans.  I started taking my own
clothes off too.

	I kicked my sandals off and pulled my tank top
over my head.  I pulled the wide shoulder straps of
my support bra off of my shoulders and turned the
bra around so that I could unhook the clasps.  I was
pleased at the way Caroline was staring at my
breasts.  She was obviously impressed with the size
of them.  That left me in nothing but my white
shorts.  A simple pull of the drawstring released my
shorts.  They fell to the floor in a rumpled pile of
sweaty material around my feet.  I lifted each foot
one at a time to step out of them.  When I looked at
Caroline's face I saw that her eyes were fixed on my
crotch.  I feared that she would be repulsed by the
amount of pubic hair that I sported.

	Caroline virtually jumped out of her little
panties to show me the few strands of hair that had
so recently sprouted on her vulva before she hopped
onto the bed.  She looked absolutely delicious.  I was
overwhelmed with a desire to kiss and lick every inch
of her body.  I had all but forgotten that my
grandmother was watching our every move.

	When I joined her on the bed I was struck by
the reflection in the mirror.  It was like watching
another person feeling up another young girl.  I ran
my hands from her shoulders down her arms to her
fingers and lifted them to my mouth so that I could
kiss them.  While I was kissing her fingers I
retraced her arms up to her shoulders.  I couldn't
resist running my hands down her chest to those
glorious little throbbing breasts.

	Now it was Caroline's turn to react.  She flung
her arms around my neck and pulled herself towards
me.  She started kissing me on the mouth.  I
encircled her body with my arms and started kissing
her back.  I kissed her eyes and nose before sticking
my tongue into her mouth.  Caroline put her hands
between our bodies and took hold of my tits.  They
were so much larger than her hands she was moving
them all around my tits until she came to my nipples.
She used her fingers to play with my nipples.

	I lowered her down onto her back and we
stretched our legs out.  I captured her right leg
between my legs and hugged her while continuing to
kiss her.  I don't know which of us was more excited
about feeling each other.  Our hearts were pounding
a mile a minute.  I had a burning desire to teach
Caroline everything I knew about sex.  At that point
I could not have stopped, even if I had wanted to.

	I virtually kissed and licked every inch of the
girl, even her bare feet.  I didn't care if they were
dirty.  I lavished all of the attention on her young
breasts that she could stand.  I turned her over
onto her belly and licked and kissed her back as I
worked my way down to her soft round butt.  She
was moaning in pleasure as I kissed the spheres of
her ass.  She couldn't hold still when I parted her
butt and breathed on her asshole.  My mouth was
watering and I allowed a large amount of my spittle
to dribble her asshole before I set about licking
that sweet tasting asshole.  The more she wiggled
around the more I drilled my tongue into her
asshole.  I could taste her salty sweat on her skin.
She was even having a glorious climax while I was
tongue fucking her asshole.

	Caroline turned over all on her own.  My head
was already in place to admire her very young pussy.
She had so few hairs that they were no problem
when I buried my face in the folds of her pussy.
There was that momentary taste of urine before I
swabbed the depths of her vagina.  My tongue found
her hymen intact.  I lifted my head and proclaimed,
"She is still a virgin!"

	It was like stereo echo as Caroline said, "Take
it!" from above my head and my Granny's voice
saying, "Take it" from behind me.  That reminded me
that Granny was sitting behind me watching
everything I was doing.

	Her hymen was too strong for my tongue.  I
took her clitoris into my mouth and stuck my right
index finger into her pussy.  She whined about the
pain just before there was that point when the skin
stretched to the breaking point and my finger was
shoved deep into her vagina.  I finger fucked her
pussy while sucking on her clit until she was
thrashing around in another climax.  When I looked
at my hand the back of my fist was covered with
traces of watery blood.  I licked my hand clean.  I
rested my face on her vulva while she recovered.  I
did love the way she responded to every touch.  I sat
up and turned my head to see if Granny was enjoying
what she was seeing.

	Granny was sitting there on that couch with
her dress up and no panties on.  She virtually had
her fist stuck up her pussy to the wrist and her
other hand had a firm grip on one of her tits.  Her
eyes were glazed over.  She had to be enjoying a
climax of her own.  At that point I was the only one
not having a climax.

	As soon as Caroline recovered from her climax
she sat up and started kissing my face and licking
her own pussy juice from my face.  She eventually
started sucking on my tits like a greedy baby.  She
sucked so hard that it hurt.  I lifted my left arm
and used my right hand to rub my underarm.  After
my fingers were pungent with the smell of my
underarm I rubbed them under her nose.  She
sucked my finger and then stuck her nose right in
the middle of my underarm and licked the hairs.  I
was stroking her hair while she was doing that.
Eventually I pressed on her head to let her know
that I wanted her to go down on me.

	She had to adjust her body position to work
her way down my body.  She gathered her legs under
her body in a kneeling position between my legs.  She
tongued my navel on her way down to my pussy.

	As I had mentioned before I don't shave my
pubic hair and nature endowed me with an abundant
amount of pubic hair.  I have a thick pubic patch
that covers my vulva completely.  All of the sex I
had engaged in with Caroline had caused me to
produce a lot of pussy juice.  My pubic hair was very
moist and pungent with the aroma of my secretions.
I knew that Caroline's nasal cavity was being flooded
with the aroma of my cunt.  There was a noticeable
reluctance on her part to lick my pussy.  I placed my
hand on the back of her head and pulled her head
towards my cunt.  Before her lips touched the hairs
she opened her mouth.  Her lips and tongue came in
contact with my hair at the same time.  After she
actually tasted my pussy she relished the taste
judging by the vigor she put into licking the depths
of my cunt.  Her tongue worried my clit until I was
unable to hold still.  She was shaking her head back
and forth and sucking my labia into her mouth and
pulling her head back stretching the skin before it
would slip out of her mouth.  When I came I flooded
her face with my cum.  She was lapping up my juice
as fast as she could.  When I could stand it no more
I had to push her head away.

	The look on her face was like I had hurt her
feelings.  I assured her, "Honey, you did a great job
making me cum.  I just need to rest.  She got a big
grin on her face and she moved back up my body to
lie on top of me while she kissed my mouth.  Her
face was covered with my pussy juice.  It was
thrilling to kiss this sweet young girl with her warm
body lying on top of me.  It was getting late in the
afternoon and the shadows were being cast across
the room.

	We eventually had to gather up our clothes and
get dressed.  Granny put her arm around Sweet
Caroline and told her, "Honey, you better go into the
bathroom and wash your face and hands before you
go home.  It would not do for your mother to smell
Bobbie's cum all over you!"

	Caroline chuckled and kissed Granny on the
cheek before running into the bathroom.  I slowly
put my shorts, bra and jersey top back on.  We
walked Caroline to the door and wished her goodbye.
After she was out of sight I asked Granny, "Now tell
me all about this girl?"

	Granny closed the door and led me to the
kitchen where she made something for us to eat.
While she was doing that she told me about Sweet
Caroline.  "Sweet Caroline is in my Sunday School
Bible Study class.  She can't talk to her mother
about her sexual feelings.  Her family will not talk
about sex with their children and they sure as hell
would not talk about lesbian or gay sex.  As far as
they are concerned unnatural sexual behavior would
send them straight to hell.  Caroline came to me with
questions about her feelings.  When she confessed
her lesbian sexual desires she wanted to know if she
was a lesbian.  She was confused and frightened by
her feelings.  I told her about having a lesbian
granddaughter.

	I figured you would be the perfect one to
introduce her to lesbian sex.  She wanted me to be
present in case she got frightened."

	I told her, "If I'm any judge Sweet Caroline
has become a lesbian today for sure.  What do you
think will happen to her when her parents find out?"

	Granny got a sad look on her face, "I'm sure
she will be rejected by her family just like your
relatives have shunned you."

	I knew that she was right.  I felt a sick feeling
for Caroline.  "Do you think it was wise to let me
bring her out?"

	Granny placed her hand on top of mine lovingly
and said, "I can't think of a better teacher than you
honey."




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