Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 18:40:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Web Date (lesbian/adult youth, oral, F/f,)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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                First Web Date
                      By
                     Jan

	I married my high school boyfriend right out of
high school.  He was just finishing high school with a
very high GPA and the head hunters had solicited him
throughout his senior year. He accepted a
management trainee position for a large insurance
company.  I thought I was going to live the American
dream, but my husband spent 14 to 16 hours a day
working to climb the corporate ladder as fast as
possible.  I tried to occupy myself with my children.
The two girls did consume all of my time until they
started school.

	When the two of them were in fourth and fifth
grades respectively I had far too much time on my
hands.  My old high school girlfriends that didn't get
married were busy making a career of their own, and
the ones that had waited until they graduated from
college were just starting careers and familes.  I just
felt like I was growing old before my time.

	House cleaning and home management were not
enough to keep me occupied.  I had never spent much
time on the computer, because I didn't like them.
Jim used our computer for business, sports and
finance, or so I thought.

	One day I logged onto the computer and found
that Jim had not logged off completely.  When I
opened the computer I stumbled into a location that
listed all of the recent sights he had visited.  What
caught my eye was a sight that was a web cam sight.
When I entered I was directed to a gay chat-room
when I entered the sight I got a request to chat by
someone named Bear and Cub.  The request said, "Hi
Jim, want to play?"

	When I opened the request there came on the
screen a live video with two naked men in the box.  On
the upper right was a smaller picture of myself.  One
of the men looked about 50, really fat and very hairy.
The other guy sitting behind him looked between 25
and 30.  He looked like he didn't have a hair on his
body.  They were as surprised to see a woman as I
was to see naked men.

	I was about to turn off the computer when the
older guy typed the question, "Would you like to see
my cub get fucked?"

	The question shocked me, but I was fascinated
by the idea.  I simply typed, yes."

	I sat there watching the younger naked guy get
down on his knees and suck the fat man's cock for a
while, then the fat man had the young guy stand up,
and bend over with his body in profile to the camera,
and fat guy stuck his cock in the younger guy's ass.  I
watched him fuck the guy until he pulled out and shot
cum all over the back and butt of the young guy.

	I backed out of the site and sat there thinking
about what I had witnessed.  It was obvious that my
husband was amusing himself frequenting gay
websites.  I wondered if he was gay, and that led me
to wonder if all of the long hours at work were not
just a cover for gay activity.

	I had to think about the ramifications.  If he
was gay did I want to stay married to him?  After all
he was always too tired to satisfy me in bed.  Was it
worth it to stay married to him, or should I get a
divorce?

	Before I turned off the computer I noticed a
chat-room identified as a lesbian chat room.  I didn't
think much about it at the time, because, after all I
had never had sex with another female.  Oh, there
were the rumors about a few girls in school and even
suspicions about a couple of teachers.

	I stewed over my feelings for a couple of days.
Jim didn't even notice my cool feelings, but the girls
asked me if something was wrong.

	I finally got on the computer while the girls
were at school.  I found that chat-room and went
right to the lesbian room.  I simple used my name,
Cathy.  I didn't know what to do.  I just sat there
watching names appear and go away.  There were
dings on my name a few times before I clicked on the
name.  It turned out to be a request to chat from a
woman named Pamela.  When I accepted there
appeared a picture about five inches square in the
middle of the screen and a second picture about two
inches square on the upper right.  The smaller one
was of me sitting there looking at the screen.  The
larger picture was focused on an empty chair.  Then
the figure of a woman entered the picture.  Her body
was only visible from the neck down to mid-thigh, and
she was wearing a loose fitting dress that looked like
some sort of elastic jersey with a beaded belt around
the waist.  As she sat down in the chair, and I saw
her face she looked to be about my age.  She had long
flowing dark hair.  She smiled at the screen as she
took a drag of a cigarette.  She typed, "Hi, I always
make sure it is a woman before sitting down.  My
name is Pam, and I am a housewife, and happen to be
a lesbian as well."

	I typed back, "I'm married too, and I think my
husband is a homosexual.  I found his site on the
computer, and could not stop thinking about sex.  I
decided to check it out today."

	The woman smiled at me, "So you're a web-
virgin?"

	I responded, "I guess so!"

	She asked, "Would you like to engage in a little
cyber-sex?"

	I said, "I don't know anything about that."

	She took another drag on her cigarette and sat
it in an ashtray by the keyboard.  Then she took hold
of the stretchy material and pulled it off of her
shoulder and pulled her arm out of the baggy sleeve,
and then she pulled the material off of the other
shoulder and freed the other arm.  Then she pulled
the front of the dress down to expose her large
breasts.  She had large dark areolas and pretty large
nipples.  She used her hands to lift them and bounce
then up and down, before she lifted one up to her
mouth, so that she could suck on the nipple.

	I was fascinated by her boldness about
performing before a stranger.  She blew me a kiss
and asked me to show her my tits.  I felt funny about
doing it, and I was wearing a dress with a tight fitting
bodice that zipped in back.  I eventually reached
behind myself to unzip the dress.  That allowed me
enough room to pull the front down and reach inside
to pull each tit out one at a time.  The bra and dress
supported them and squeezed them together.  I had
always been pleased with my 36-C breasts.  My
areolas were only slightly pinker than my flesh, and
my nipples were indented.  The woman encouraged me
to play with them.

	Then the woman moved her chair back enough
for me to see her knees.  She lifted both legs and
rested them on the arms of the chair.  That exposed
her crotch.  She didn't have panties on, and her
crotch was covered with a lot of dark pubic hair.  She
wedged her arm under her breast to reach down to
play with her pussy.  She spent a long time rubbing
her pussy before sticking a couple of fingers into her
pussy.  I watched her face distort as she approached
her climax.  The chair was shaking as she pulled on
her labia and used her thumb to diddle her clit.  She
finger fucked herself, until she opened her mouth
and let out a moan.  I knew she had cum.  She
encouraged me to show her my pussy, and play with it.

	I felt obligated to do it for her, while she lit up
another cigarette.  I moved my desk chair back and
pulled up my dress.  I had to kind 'a stand long enough
to pull my panties down to my knees before sitting
back down.  My pubic hair is a light brown that hardly
showed on the monitor.  I pulled the hair to prove to
her that I had some hair, before I started playing
with my pussy.  I used my fingers to play with my
labia and clit until I had a strong cum.  Somehow
masturbating in front of a stranger was more exciting
than simply doing it in the bathroom or on the bed!

	She blew me a kiss and promised to see me
another time, before exiting the chat.

	I sat there sweating as I thought about what I
had just done.  I felt a little shame about what I had
just done, but it had felt good masturbating in front
of a stranger.

	I didn't use the computer for a couple of days.
Then Jim came home one evening and announced that
the company was sending him to the corporate
headquarters for a week of management training.

	I was not ready to confront him about him being
gay, so I quietly helped him pack enough clothes for a
week, and drove him to the airport.  When I got home
I put the girls to bed, and then sat down to read,
before I thought about the computer.

	I couldn't resist logging into the chat room.  It
was after ten o'clock my time when I entered the
chat room.  This time when someone clicked on my
name for a private chat I accepted the request right
away.  It was a request to chat from a girl that
identified herself as, Night Stalker, and it said she
was nineteen.  When I saw her on screen I doubted
that she was as old as she said, but she was an
attractive girl.  She expressed a desire to meet older
women.

	We talked for a few minutes before we started
talking about sex.  I confessed that I had never
actually dated another female.  She told me that her
name was Morgan, and that she had been in several
relationships for several years.  The first time she
had ever had sex with anyone was with a babysitter.
It was with an older woman that earned extra money
by babysitting.  She said that she was in love with her
for a couple of years.

	Morgan wanted me to tell her about myself, so I
told her about being a teenage bride, two daughters,
and having just discovered that my husband was
visiting gay web-sites.  Then she wanted me to take
off my clothes, but I was too shy to do that.  I did
pull my breasts over the top of my dress so that she
could see my tits.

	Morgan did a little impromptu striptease for
me.  I had to admit she had a nice body.  She played
with her breasts by pulling on her nipples, before she
stood up in front of the camera and spread her pussy
open, and stuck her finger into her pussy.  She jilled
herself until she flung her head back and moaned
through a cum.  She sucked her fingers afterwards.
When she finished she asked me if I would chat with
her tomorrow.

	I assured her that I would, one thing I had
noticed was that on her profile she indicated that
she lived in a town that was just a few miles from my
home.  When I told her the name of my town, she
knew I was very close to where she lived.  She
commented that she would like to meet me.  That
scared the shit out of me.  I gave her a lame excuse
about my girls calling out for me from their bedroom
and got off the computer abruptly.

	I struggled with my feeling about sex all night
long.  I would fall asleep, only to wake up and look at
the clock and it would only be 20 or 30 minutes later.
Time was moving slowly.  I thought the alarm would
never go off.  It didn't need to, because I got up
early and turned it off.  I showered to wake myself
up.  I got dressed in casual clothes for comfort.
When it was time to get the girls up I waited for
their alarm to go off and when I didn't hear them
move I knocked on their door.

	Of course they complained about me waking
them up too early.  I went about my normal routine
getting them off to school.  After cleaning up after
them, I made the beds, and cleaned the family room
after the night before.  I was thinking about Morgan
constantly.

	I wondered when she would be online.  I
eventually turned on the computer and entered the
web-site.  I still had not filled out my profile
information, but I got a few requests to chat, but I
was thinking about Morgan.  I was hoping Morgan
would log on before the girls got home from school.  I
suspected that she was in school too.

	Then a request came that was from "Mama
Bear," I was curious about the name.  I accepted the
request.  This time when the screens came up the
woman looking back at me was a small chubby woman
with short gray hair.  She looked like a sweet little
old grandmother.  I would have expected to see a
woman like her in my local church carrying her own
worn leather bound bible.  She was wearing a
lightweight knit sweater with a simple string of
pearls around her neck.  I was fascinated by her.

	She told me that she was a widow with grown
children and several grandchildren.  She assured me
that her family didn't know about her preferring the
sexual company of women.  In response to my
question about her husband she told me simply that
he was no longer in the picture.  She eventually asked
me if I wanted to play.

	When I agreed to play we set about exposing
our breasts.  She simply lifted her sweater above her
breasts.  She didn't have a bra on and her big soft
breasts hung almost down to her lap.  The large
areolas and nipples were pointed towards her lap.
She massaged them with her hands and pulled on the
nipples for my benefit.

	I pulled my tits out, and made a mental note,
because if I was going to do this again I had to dress
in something a little easier to remove.  I played with
my breasts for her benefit.  She complimented me on
how suck-able my tits were.  I lost all track of time
while we masturbated for each other.  I was cumming
for the fourth time when I heard the front door
open.  I typed - daughter home, while covering up my
body and logged off.  I was up and finishing
straightening up my clothes as I headed for the
kitchen before the girls could get there.  I gave them
glasses of punch and asked them about their day.  I
half heartedly listened to them tell me about what
they enjoyed and complain about some classmates.
Then I sent them off to do their homework.  I went
back to the office long enough to make sure
everything was in order.

	The rest of the evening went pretty much as
normal.  The girls played outdoors with the neighbor
friends after I made sure their homework was
checked and corrected.  As usual they complained
about having to bathe and go to bed, but eventually
they were down and asleep.

	It was close to 10:30 in the evening when I
thought about Morgan again.  I made sure to put on
my nightgown before settling down in front of the
computer.  As soon as I entered the chat room I saw
Night Stalker and requested a chat.  I got a message
that she would be with me soon.  I felt a pang of
jealousy, was she chatting with another woman?  It
was only a moment later she opened the chat.  She
assured me she was doing homework.  I doubted the
truth of the statement, but was not about to anger
her by doubting her statement.

	We discussed the possibility of getting to meet
each other.  I figured I could ask my neighbor to
keep an eye on the girls after school long enough to
meet her.  We agreed on meeting at the McDonalds in
the mall nearest to her at five the next day.  After
that we took off our clothes and masturbated for
each other.  We eventually had to call it a night.

	I went next door to have coffee with my
neighbor the next morning.  I told Joyce that I
wanted to go shopping in the neighboring town later
that afternoon and had told the girls to stay at her
house until I got home.

	Joyce was happy to do that for me, we had
looked after each other's children many times.  I was
a little evasive about what I was looking for.  I
indicated that there was a sale I wanted to look into.

	I spent a long time getting ready for my date.  I
took a long perfumed bath before getting ready.  I
selected my sexiest underwear.  I deliberately
selected self-supporting nylons but added a simple
garter belt to hold them up, and then I put on the
smallest and thinnest black panties I owned.  The
matching thin little black bra allowed anyone to see
my nipples through the material.  I picked my newest
black three inch heels.  The next thing was what
outfit I should wear.  I wanted to look like I was just
a housewife and mother going shopping with a
daughter.  So I selected a summer dress that had a
pleated knee length skirt and a fitted bodice that
added to the support of my breasts.  The square
neckline exposed enough cleavage to tease anyone.  I
put on pearls and earrings.  I selected a clutch purse
and checked out the outfit in the mirror.  I was
pleased with the look.

	I allowed plenty of time to drive there and find
my way around.  I had been there before but was not
sure which end of the mall that the McDonald's was
located.  I had actually parked closest to the
entrance near it.  I stood close by the area until I
saw Morgan approaching me with a big smile on her
face.  We greeted each other with kisses on the
cheeks.  I asked her if she would like something and
she asked for a chocolate shake.  I slipped my hand
around her waist and led her to the counter and
asked the clerk for a chocolate shake and an iced
cappuccino.

	We sat down at a plastic table for two in a place
we could watch the people coming and going.  I was
sure she was younger than nineteen, but was
enamored with her innocent looks.  I could picture
her singing in a high school glee club.  She was
dressed like a typical school girl.  She even had a
book bag slung over a shoulder.  That she placed next
to her chair.  We chatted about our days for a short
time.  When we were half way done with our drinks,
she was the one to suggest that we leave.  I led her
to where my car was parked.  She asked me to take
the highway in the opposite direction of my home.
When we were approaching the 86th mile maker she
asked me to take the next road.  When I turned off
she told me to turn left.  As we pulled under the
highway overpass she told me to park behind the row
of trees.  I pulled off onto the dirt path behind the
trees and we parked under the shade of the thick
trees.  She assured me that there was very little
traffic on that road.

	She told me how attractive I was, and how much
she wanted to kiss me.  She got on her knees in her
seat and placed her hands on my shoulders to kiss me
on the mouth.  I wrapped her body in my arms and
returned the kiss.  It was not long before she was
wearing most of my lipstick.  She was the one that
started feeling breasts first.  She was soon stuffing
her hand down the front of my dress and into my bra
to feel my tits.  When I placed my hand on her breast
I was sure that she was no more than a 34-B cup, but
it still turned me on.  She insisted on pulling out my
tit and sucking on my nipple.  While she was doing
that, she was rubbing my crotch through my dress.
She pulled up the dress to get at my panties.  She
pulled them aside to get at my pussy.  I was already
wet from our kissing.  I had never felt more turned
on.  Everything about the meeting was wickedly wrong
and all the more titillating.  When I reached under
her short skirt, I found that she didn't even have
panties on.  We finger fucked each other while
continuing to kiss.

	We were interrupted once when a battered old
pickup passed by.  The driver didn't even look at the
trees as he passed.  We went right back to kissing
and playing with each other's pussy.  We calmed down
after we had cum, and talked about what was next.  I
told her that my husband was out of town until
Sunday evening.  She did some calculating quickly, and
suggested that she knew a place we could meet
Saturday, if I could get away for the day.

	I figured that my parents would be thrilled to
have the girls visit.  I even pulled out my cell phone
and quickly dialed Mom.  Morgan still had her finger
in my pussy while I asked Mom if she would like to
have the girls visit them over the weekend while Jim
was at headquarters until Sunday evening.  She was
thrilled at the prospect of having the girls for the
weekend.

	After one more long wet kiss we straightened
up our clothes and Morgan cleaned her face, before I
drove her home.  We had agreed to meet at the mall
Friday night, after I delivered the girls to Mom's.

	My heart was pounding by the time I parked my
car in the mall parking lot Friday.  As I was getting
out of the car, I saw Morgan running to me.  She got
in and I asked her where she wanted me to take her.
She directed me to a residential street with single
family homes.  There were a lot of cars parked on the
street.  As we walked up the driveway to the
entrance to the house there was the sound of music
coming through the door, and light shining through
the windows.

	Morgan rang the bell, and it was instantly
opened.  A middle aged woman greeted Morgan with a
hug.  Morgan introduced me to our host as her first
babysitter and lover.

	The woman hugged me and kissed my cheek, and
welcomed me to the party.  The house was filled with
thirty or forty people.  I noticed that they were all
females.  A lot of them were middle to older aged
women, and the rest of them were a lot younger.
Some even looked younger than Morgan.

	It was quite a party the smell of booze and
cigarette smoke filled the house.  Couples were
dancing to the music and every chair had women
sitting in them with other females sitting on the arms
of the chairs.  There was a lot of kissing and feeling
going on.

	I had never dreamed that women could be so
decadent.  I was handed a glass filled with rum and
coke.  Morgan clung to my arm as if she was showing
off that I was hers to all of the other females.  We
danced with each other for a little while.  When it
got so warm that we were sweating we made our way
to the backyard.  The cool damp night air was
refreshing.  The lights in the swimming pool
illuminated the back yard.  She pulled me under a
tree with overhanging branches and pawed my body.
We virtually masturbated each other while kissing.

	When we returned inside women and girls were
almost undressed as they made love to each other.  I
had never seen anything like it before.  Women were
sucking the pussies of teenagers, and teenagers were
sucking every part of the older women's bodies that
qualified as erogenous zones.  I'm talking about girls
licking the underarms of flabby armed older women
with a lot of pubic hair under their arms.  We weaved
our way through the house, stepping over bodies until
she reached the master bedroom.  Her old babysitter
was on the bed with two teenage girls.  They made
room for us to sit down.  Morgan went to work
undressing me.  Then she stood on top of the bed to
do her little dance for the benefit for all present.

	She stood there in front of me straddling my
hips as she shoved her sweet little trimmed pussy in
my face.  I placed my hands on her hips and started
licking my first pussy.  It was thrilling I had never
got that excited about sucking Jim's cock.

	After Morgan was satisfied with my efforts she
sat down on the bed and started sucking my pussy.
(Being a married woman where sex was not all that
important to me anymore, I had not shaved my pussy
in years.)  Morgan was thrilled with my smelly pubic
hair.  She was very good at sucking pussy.  I could
hardly keep my mind on what was going on around me.

	The other woman had a girl sitting on her face
while the other girl was lapping at her pussy.  I don't
even know how many times she made me cum.

	Slowly the other guests stopped by to say
goodbye to the host before leaving.  She sat on the
bed with her back against the padded headboard,
very regally in all her naked glory with a teenager
under each arm.

	When the house was quiet our host showed us
an empty bedroom, and helped us change the sheets.
Morgan and I settled down after kissing our host
goodnight.  Morgan was such a horny girl that she
even insisted on tongue fucking my asshole.  I tried
to prevent her from doing that, but after
experiencing what it felt like I did it to her.

	We spend the entire weekend naked and
constantly stimulating each other.  I even found it
exciting when our host wanted to make love to me.  It
was very exciting having an adult woman sitting on my
face, smothering me with her pussy.  When I would
struggle to breathe she would lift up just enough to
let me catch my breath before she would grab me by
the hair and shove my face back under her pussy.
While I was enduring her domination game the three
girls were playing with my tits and pussy.  I don't even
know which ones were sucking my tits and pussy.  I
suspected that it was Morgan lapping my pussy and
sticking her tongue into my asshole and pussy from
time to time.

	We only stopped long enough to eat, or use the
bathroom.  Sunday I had to shower and get dressed.
I dropped Morgan off at her home before driving to
the airport to pick up Jim.

	I found an e-mail addressed to me the next
morning after sending off Jim and the girls.  Morgan
assured me that she loved me and wanted to do it
again.  I knew that I was going to get in touch with
her again, without question.  For some reason I was
not even jealous of her still seeing her old babysitter.

	When Jim approached me with the news that he
didn't want to be married any more, I didn't get
emotional at all.  I asked him if he was going to come
out or stay in the closet.  He looked surprised at me.
"You know?"

	I smiled, "I suspected for a while, but it wasn't
until I found you chat room that I knew."

	He assured me that he was going to move to the
headquarters, so his behavior would not embarrass
me.  I didn't think much about his declaration.  I was
sure friends would eventually find out about his
preference for men.

	I did get a generous settlement and child
support.  The girls were not all that disturbed,
because they had never been that close to him.  He
was never around.

	It found it surprising how much support I got
from the other housewives in the neighborhood.
Several of them even came onto me.  I never lacked
someone to have sex with while the girls were at
school.  I was getting more sex than the married
women were.  I even allowed Morgan to visit me.  At
first she only spent the night when the girls were not
around, but eventually they figured out I was a
lesbian and asked about it.

	When I was comfortable with them knowing I
even allowed Morgan to spend the night.  Oh. And she
admitted that she had only been 14-years-old when
we met.  I asked her about her parents, and she
assured me that her father didn't care and her
mother was a dyed in the wool dyke.  She proved it by
showing me a photograph of a woman dressed like a
biker with colorful tattoos all over her body.  She
explained to me that her mother had selected her
babysitter to introduce her to sex.  Her mom even
likes to have sex with her when she didn't have a fem
handy.

	I bought my own computer and Morgan and I
have even entertained women together.  I have found
evidence that the girls have been visiting the lesbian
web-sites too.  Morgan and I have been thinking
about sitting them down to find out just how far the
girls want to go.



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