Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2017 20:26:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Furure Forest Ranger (Lesbian/Beginnings, oral, anal, f/F)

Beginnings, oral, anal, f/F

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 2017 Jan, All rights reserved

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               Future Forest Ranger

                      By
                     Jan

      I was inspired to become a Forest Ranger on a
third grade field trip to a Headquarters of the
Forest Ranger.  My family's home is in Dalton
Gardens. Idaho.  It is a small community near the
Washington border.  Spokane, Washington is the
nearest city.  We are just west of the Coeur d' Alene
National Forest.  Our grammar school loaded us on a
yellow school bus and took us to the Forest Service
Headquarters.

      There were several Rangers lecturing us about
the important work they do, and how they accomplish
their job and it was inspiring, but it wasn't until a
female ranger told us about the opportunities for
females in the forest service that I was inspired to
seek a carrier in the field.

      With my mind made up I started planning to
achieve my goal.  I took advantage of every
opportunity to visit ranger stations and read all of
the material I could get my hands on about forest
management.  I learned that forest fires are a
natural event and necessary for a healthy forest and
habitat for wild life.  Lumber industry hate to see
the loss of income, but a heave under growth
decreases the range of wild life.  Even wolves are
necessary for the heath of herd animals.

      When I was just entering junior high school I had
the opportunity to spend a couple of weeks at a
ranger's station.  I was sent to station in the high
country near a small lake manned by a female ranger.
It was a two day hike to get to her log cabin.
Everything necessary to survive had to be mule
packed in.  I got to ride in on a horse with the packer.
He was a lean man, old enough to be a grandfather
with gray hair and a scruffy beard.  He was obviously
a capable wrangler.  He could shoe horses and mules
in the field.

      When we arrived at the lake cabin we were
greeted by the female ranger like were long lost
friends.  I'm sure spending a long time by their selves
is a lonely life.

      She had been informed by radio of my coming in
with the next backer bringing in supplies.  As soon as
we arrived there were the introductions.  Her name
was Ruth Winchester.  She informed me that she was
a distant relative of the rifle company.  I told her
that my name was Windy Mansfield, and I added that
I wasn't related to the actress.

      Ruth was Farley tall for a female, at five-feet
eight.  Her auburn hair was obviously cut by her.  It
was summer so she was in the hunter green shorts
with hiking books and her hunter green shirt's
buttons were staining because of her ample breasts.
She was also wearing the felt boss of the plains
ranger's hat (popularly known as a Smokey Bear Hat).

      The packer helped us unpacked her supplies and
store them.  There was no refrigeration, so
perishables were cooked right away.  We shared the
fresh stakes with the packer before he started back
down the mountain.

      Cooking and Lighting was with only possible with
white gas stoves and lanterns.  The cabin reeked with
the smell of the smoke from the stoves and lanterns,
as well as the body odor of female ranger.

      Windy told me that we wouldn't get many hikers
or fishermen during my visit.  She said her busiest
time was during bow and rifle hunting seasons.  She
added that when hikers file for permits they have to
select the tail they will use, so we will be alerted to
expect them.  If they don't arrive in a timely manner
we might have to back track them in case they got
lost.

      By that time I was feeling the call of nature, and
asked Windy where do we go to relieve ourselves>?
She said we normally just go behind trees and scrape
a shallow hole with a trawl and do our business.  But
here at the cabin there is an outhouse out back.  She
handed me a roll of toilet paper "Just in case" as I
headed out the door.

      When I returned, she left to do her business.  I
asked her, "Where do we wash up?"  She simply said
you can wash in the lake or nearby stream if you like.

       I took a towel, washcloth and a bar of soap and
headed to the lake.  I pulled down my pants and
underwear and dipped the cloth in the stream and
rubbed the bar of soap on it.  It was bitterly cold,
but half as cold as it felt when I washed my face,
underarms, and wiped pussy and asshole.  When I was
dressed I walked back up the trail to the cabin.
When I opened the door I was greeted by the sight
of her standing next to the rustic bunk removing her
clothes.  Being a tall woman she looked to me like the
old TV drama stared by Lucy Lawless as Xenia
Warrior Princes.  Her hair was wild looking and her
heavy tits had dark areolas and nipples.  She was not
shy at all about allowing me to see her in all of her
naked glory.  While facing me she even rubbed her
right hand briskly against her pubic bush.

      I couldn't help but notice the womanly odor of her
unwashed body and she got into her bunk and covered
her body with an old Army blanket.  I stood by the
other bunk and took a nightgown out of my duffel
bag, before starting to remove my clothes.  In my
teenage modesty I turned my back to her while
undressing and pulling the nightgown over my head.

     Windy turned off the lantern.  There was very
little light coming through the un-shuttered cabin
window, and it took a little time to adjust to the dim
light.  It was hard to get to sleep because of the
strange smells and surroundings.  The bunk was just a
thin mattress on leather straps laced through hole in
the wooden bunk made of lodge poles.  As things
settled down I listened to the sound of the wind in
the trees outdoors and the sound of a babbling brook.

      The next morning I was more comfortable
dressing in front of Windy.  She told me to take a
bucket down to the stream and bring back water
while she started breakfast.  During that morning she
told me that looking for smoke of a potential forest
fire was her first priority.  If there are hikers in the
area I check their campsite out and discuss the rules
of the Forest Service about use of fire, how far away
from water they could dispose of waste water, and
human waste.  We also tell them about the history of
the National Forest if they are interested in it.  We
do have the power to arrest anyone abusing the rules
of the forest and escort them out on the mountains.

      She showed me the campsites near the lake and
pointed out where campers had built fires outside
designated fire rings.  She used her boot to scatter
the ashes to destroy the evidence of the improper
use otherwise future hikers might use the same area
for fires.  When we got back to the cabin she
checked in with headquarters, and was told that a
party of ten hikers was headed our way.

      Windy calculated how long it would take for the
party to arrive, based on their starting time at first
light.  She figured strong hikers could be there by
three in the afternoon, but new hikers wouldn't make
it there until late evening.

       We saw the first couple of hikers shortly after
three.  We greeted them and showed them where to
set up camp.  We talked to them for an hour or so, as
hikers came walking in groups twos and threes.  We
left them to set up housekeeping for the night.  They
would be leaving in the morning on their sixty mile
hike.  Windy called the headquarters that evening to
assure them that these hikers were in good shape and
wouldn't be a problem.

      I was too modest to drop my pants that evening
to wash by the stream, so like Windy I simply
stripped before bed.  It was still strange trying to go
to sleep in strange surroundings.  I also noticed the
sound of her bed squeaking.  It was difficult to see
much but I was sure that her blanket was moving up
and down.  I was sure she was masturbating.  I was
turned on by the idea of this amazon of a woman was
masturbating, with me in the room.

      In the morning she tried to apologize to me for
her behaver last night, and I assured her that I
thought it was a natural thing for her to do.  We
checked out the hikers and sampled their breakfast
while we watched them police up their campsite and
watched them heading up the trail to the pass over
the mountain to the next valley.

      We had the rest of the morning to do whatever
we wanted.  She led me on a hike to a place where a
slow moving stream filled a pool that was heated by
the sun.  She took off all of her clothes and got in
the pool.  I followed her example and striped off and
got on the pool with her.  The water was still cold
enough to make my nipples hard.  It took a little while
to adjust to the temperature of the pool.  Windy
took full advantage of the water to wash her breasts
and crotch.  She eventually got out of the pool and
spread eagle on a rock that was headed by the sun.

      I was getting cold and quickly got out and joined
her on the rock.  The head radiating from the rock
felt good.  Windy started rubbing her breasts and
before long she was rubbing her crotch.  As much as
her actions excited me, I was too shy to do anything.

      Windy asked, "Have you ever had sex with one of
your girlfriends?"

      "Honestly no...I have never touched another girl."

      "I would like to teach you about female sex, if you
are willing and don't tell anyone about what I do to
you."

      I felt my pussy tingle and my nipples getting hard.
I hesitated before saying Windy, I promise not to
tell anyone about what we do!"

     Windy turned over onto her side and placed her
big hand on my chest and squeezed my left tit, and
leaned down and kissed me on the mouth.  She forced
my mouth open with her tongue and she sucked my
tongue into her mouth and sucked on it.  It took my
breath away.  She eventually worked her way down my
body until she had my left nipple in her mouth.  She
sucked and licked both tits until they were covered
with her saliva.  While she was sucking on my tits she
was rubbing my crotch with the palm of her right
hand.  At times she used her middle finger to
stimulate my clitoris and dip the finger deep into my
vagina.

      I was a virgin but when my mother OBG gave me a
physical she found that my hymen was almost
nonexistent.

      Windy went down on me and sucked my pussy for
a long time.  There came that moment when I felt like
I was going to pee and I closed my eyes when a
feeling like a mild electrical shock swept over my
body.  My body shook uncontrollably while I
experienced my first orgasm at the hands of another
person.

      Windy returned to kissing my mouth while I
recovered, and I could smell and taste my own pussy
all over her wet face.  Eventually she lifted her head
and I missed her lips.

      I rolled over and lay on top of her ample breasts
and started kissing her.  I sucked her tongue, bit her
lower lip and pulled it until it was stretched as far as
it would go.  As she lay on her back her soft breasts
rested on both arms.  I smelled them and licked her
tits and sucked her nipples the same way she had
done to me.  I placed my right hand on her dark pubic
bush.  Her labia minor looked like folds of excess shin
and I delved into the most depths.

      I eventually sat up so that I could move down the
rock so that I could get between her legs.  I lifted
her long right leg and started kissing and licking her
inner thigh.  I teased her by stopping short of her
crotch and switching to her left leg and licked kissed
it the same way I had her right leg.  When I got close
to her crotch Windy placed both hands on the back
of my head and smashed my face against her cunt.  It
was all very exciting getting her pubic hairs caught
between my teeth and finding her clitoris and
capturing it between my lips and sucking on it until
she actually had an orgasm.  Having satisfied out
animal lust we lay there under the heat of the sun
until the sun moved across the heavens far enough to
cast a shadow of a tree across our bodies and cooled
us off.

      We gather up our clothes and got dressed.
Hunger drove us back to the cabin.  I retrieved two
buckets of water while Windy cooked supper for us.

      That night we stripped off out clothes and I got
in bed with Windy.  We sucked pussy and tits late
into the night before we fell asleep with her spooning
me wile grasping one of my tits.

      In the morning we eventually got up and simply
put our feet in flip flops to make our way to the
outhouse.  We kissed while taking turns peeing.  We
wiped each other with our hands before returning to
the cabin.  We stopped in out tracks because three
does and a buck were at the edge of the lake.  We
held hands while we stood there watching the deer.
The buck kept an eye on us to insure we were no
threat to his does.  When they were ready they
casually headed through the trees back into the
mountain.

      We had lost all track of time, and the fact that
both of us were naked.  After breakfast Wendy
checked in on the radio.  No hikers were headed our
way, so we didn't bother putting on clothes.  We did
put on our socks and boots to protect our feet
though.  We took a hike up the trail to the saddle of
the trail to the next valley.  We sat on a rock and
watched a pair of golden eagles soaring on the up
draft while looking for a meal.  We eventually made
our way back to our lake.  I couldn't keep my hands
off her body.  I discovered if she ate wild onions at
lunch her body sweated and tasted like onions.  That
evening when we got ready for bed it was a warm
evening so we opened the window with hopes of a
cooling breeze.

      Windy placed me on the bed on my hands and
keens.  I wondered what she was planning on doing.
She knelt behind me and placed her hands on my butt
and kissed the orbs of my ass.  She applied pressure
on my cheeks that spread my butt open.  I felt her
nose pressing against my puckered asshole and heard
her sniffing the aroma of my ass.  Then I felt her
tongue wipe my asshole before she stabbed my
asshole with the tip of her tongue.  I felt her tongue
spread my sphincter open.  She stuck two fingers into
my cunt and jilled me while she rimed my asshole.

      When my orgasm over took me I collapsed on the
bed with my face resting in her pillow.  I smelt her
hair and knew that I was in love with her.

      I wanted to taste her butt hole but Windy was in
charge.  She actually stood on the bed as she
squatted over my head and lowered her butt down to
my face.  I stuck out my tongue to greet her asshole
that was already gapping open.  As my tongue entered
her hole she grabbed both of my tits and clung to
them while rocking her butt up and down.

      The rest of the two weeks were amazing.  There
was only another hiking group to make it to our lake
and we had to dress appropriately during their stay
at the lake.  As soon as that party cleared the pass
we were in the lake naked.  I couldn't get enough of
her tits, pussy and even her asshole.

       When my stay was coming to an end and I had to
pack up my gear and get dressed before the packer
arrives with fresh supplies and the three of us had
dinner together before I had to say by goodbyes to
Windy.

      She would get a vacation in a couple of months, so
she insisted that I visit her in town.  I was horny as
hell by the time she gave me a call.  I browed my
father's pickup, and drove to her place.  Her home
was musty smelling because it had been closed up for
four months, but who gave a shit.  All I wanted to do
is get naked and taste her sweet body.  For a change
she had actually bathed and smelled of perfume.

      We greeted with a warm hug and a kiss before we
tore each other's clothes off.  I didn't care who know
I was in love with her, and she had no qualms about
being seen with me.  Apparently the Forest Service
didn't discriminate against lesbians either.  I thought
my parents would be upset, but even my father told
me that he suspected that I was gay for years.

      When I graduated from college with a degree in
forest management I joined the Forest Service.
Windy was there with my parents when I graduated
from college and the Forest Service school.  I was
proud of my forest green uniform and felt boss of
the plains hat.  It became a part of the National
Forest Service uniform because Terry Roosevelt
commissioned the National Forest Service and the
hat worn by the "Rough Riders' Of the Spanish
American War wore that hat.

      Our boss was kind enough to allow us to work at
the same stations.  For all intent and purpose we were
married.  Windy was always the dominate partner, and
I was happy to allow her to direct the love making.



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