Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2016 19:15:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tara (Lesbian/Domination, oral, anal, F/FF

Domination, oral, anal, F/FF

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
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved

Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any
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Tara

By
Jan

      I consider my early life pretty normal.  In my
teens I dated a few boys and experimented sexually
with girlfriends.  I married young and gave birth to
my daughter.  I remained pretty faithful to my
husband during our 18 years of marriage.  I had
remained in the marriage for as long as I did for the
sake of my daughter.  During the last few years of
our marriage I did have several relationships with
other women.

      I have been divorced for three years now, and
have only been with one man since the divorce, and
that was two years ago.  I have pretty much sworn
off men.  I consider them all to be pretty much
bastards like my ex.

      I set about remaking my life after the marriage
by finding a job in a down town insurance office.  My
daughter is going to college and still lives with me.
She knows that I have no use for men and have had a
few relationships with my women friends.  I even
suspect that my daughter has had some bisexual
relationships herself.

      I don't have any significant other in my life right
now.  I just have a few close friends, only one of
which was sexual a couple of times.

      A time or two my friends and I frequented gay
bars after work for fun.  But two months ago I
frequented one by myself.  I'm not even sure why I
chose to go to a bar on my own, but it had been a
hard day at work.  I felt puckish and just felt like
getting away from everything someplace I wouldn't
run into anyone from work.

      I found myself in a cocktail lounge that was a
well-known lesbian establishment.  I didn't even
bother going home to change clothes.  I went straight
from work.  I was wearing black pinstriped slacks,
black pumps, white blouse with a gray scarf tucked
into the blouse.  For some reason I left matching
jacket in my car.

      The cocktail lounge was like most; it was dark and
smelled of stale cigarette smoke and spilt booze.  I
found a stool at the end of the bar to park on.  After
three Mojitos (A cocktail made of a blend of lime,
mint, fine sugar and rum.) and no dinner I was feeling
no pain.  Before I knew it a woman sat sown on the
stool next to me and stared at me.

      I said, "Excuse me, ca I help you?" or something
like that.

      The next thing I knew she said, "Let's dance!"

      I wasn't in the mood to dance, but she insisted
and pulled me off the stool and onto the small dance
floor.  She was an aggressive dancer.  She pulled me
tightly against her body and grabbed my butt with
both hands.  I could feel every curve of her body as
we moved.  It disturbed me because it was turning me
on.

      At the end of the music she dragged me to a
secluded table and sat me in a chair next to hers.  A
few more drinks and she was fondling me all over.
That was a little too much for me, so I tried to leave.
She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back, and
she grabbed my nipple and twisted it, saying, "You
can't leave!"

      She demanded that I take off my shoes and place
them on the table.  She motioned for the waitress to
come over and said something to her, and she
returned with a pair of scissors.  The woman pulled
my chair around facing hers, and proceeded to cut my
slacks off at the knees.  She turned my expensive
slacks into shorts.

      I was stunned but too drunk to object.

      She also cut off a couple of buttons on the front
of my blouse, and dragged me back into the dance
floor.  I'm not sure why I let her do these things to
me, but I had way too much to drink or possibly been
drugged.  I was excited by it all, and could tell my
crotch was wet.

      On the dance floor I can remember being groped
and touched all over by more than just her hands.
Other women must have been feeling me up.  I heard
women were cheering them on.  I don't remember
much more about what went on.  I must have been
drugged.

      Somehow I wound up at the apartment of the
woman.  She was shaking me and telling me to get up.
She threw shoes and what was left of my blouse at
me, and kept yelling.

      I was in a daze and could barely stand.  I begged
for my bra and panties.  She just kept demanding
that I hurry up.  My head was throbbing and I was
stumbling around as I struggled to put the remains of
my clothes on.  I finally found myself in only the
remands of my slacks, blouse and a pair of red 'Kids'
canvas tennis shoes.

      She drove me back to the parking lot of the bar
where I picked up my car.  Before she drove off she
said, "I want to see you again next Thursday night,
same time, be there Bitch!"

      At least my jacket was in tack I would be able to
walk from my car through the lobby of my own
apartment without looking too disheveled.  Walking in
the door of my apartment my daughter was shocked
to see me and her mouth dropped open.  I couldn't get
into my own bedroom fast enough.  I fell across my
bed and passed out.

      I woke up later with my head finally was clearing
up.  When I removed the remains of my clothes I
found that my breasts had red marks all over them
and my nipples were very tender.  My rear end hurt
and somehow all of my pubic hair was gone.  I was at a
loss as to what had happened the night before.

      When I came out my daughter was full of
questions and there was very little I tell her about
what had transpired.

      The following week I struggled with my feelings
about what had transpired.  I knew I had been
drugged and raped, but it excited me when I touched
my bald pussy.  I was too afraid to go back to the bar
the next Thursday, but the prospect consumes me.

      I was embarrassed at home facing my daughter.
She kept asking me what had happened to me.  One
night after dinner I finally told her what happened.

      My daughter continued to question me for all of
the details.  She wanted to know why I had gone to a
lesbian bar in the first place.  She tried to get me to
tell exactly what the woman had done to me.

      I couldn't tell her what the woman did to me
because I couldn't remember any of it.  At her
instance I showed her my abused body.  My tits were
no longer red, but they were covered with black and
blue bruises.  It was painful when my daughter
touched them, but my nipples got hard.

      She insisted on seeing my butt and pussy.  When
I dropped my panties and showed her my butt it was
also stripped with black and blue bruises.  She placed
her hands on my ass and her hands held in the heat,
causing me more pain.  She spread my cheeks and told
me that the dyke must have fucked me with a big
dildo, because my asshole was still inflamed.  I turned
around to prevent her from touching my aching
asshole.

      When she got a god look at my pussy, she couldn't
resist touching my vulva.  Whatever that women did,
there not a single hair showing.  My pussy was as
smooth as a baby's butt.  When she started running
her hand lightly over my flesh it turned me on, and I
actually started leaking pussy lubricant.

      Before I was aware of what was happening she
was sticking a couple of fingers up my cunt.  I was too
excited to stop her or admonish her for molesting
me.  I couldn't stand any longer and sat down on my
chair.  She continued masturbating me, and added
more fingers until she actually had her fist all the
way into my cunt.  I was panting hard as she jilled me
until I had an orgasm.

      I was overwhelmed with feelings.  My daughter
kissed me on the mouth, and I simply closed my eyes
and opened my mouth.  She probed my mouth with her
tongue for a long time.  There was no room for
remorse or shame.  I returned her kiss and started
feeling her up.

      We shed her clothes and I had her sit on my lap
while I felt her firm breasts and sucked on them.
She was crooning her pleasure and stroking my hair.
I started stroking her hairy pussy.  I had to taste
her pussy, so I sat her naked butt on the arm of my
chair and managed to contort my body until I could
get my face in her crotch.  I sucked her pussy and
clit until she was screaming that she was cumming.

      I have no need to frequent lesbian bars anymore.
My daughter has become my lover, and she is the
dominate one.  She spanks me when don't do as she
says.



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