Date: Sun, 25 May 2014 08:52:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nancy Becomes a Lesbian (Lesbian/ Beginnings, oral, anal, F/F, F/FF)

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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              Nancy Becomes a Lesbian
                        By
                       Jan

	My first lesbian sexual encounter happened
when I was a senior in high school.  My family lived
about a half hour drive out of Minneapolis, Minnesota
at the time.

	I was an only child raised in a strict religious
family.  My mother had prepared me for developing
breasts and the trauma of menstrual cycles; but she
could never bring herself to discuss masturbation.  I
had to learn that all by myself.  That was a wonderful
revelation!  When I first discovered the pleasure, I
found every chance I could get to enjoy that: in bed
at night, in the morning shower, at school, at home
just after dinner and doing homework.

	A girl named Donna and I had been best friends
from the day we started pre-school.  I was visiting
the home of Donna, and happened to be alone with
Marcie, her older sister.  Both of them are natural
blondes and their hair reached down their backs to
their bra straps.  Marcie's hair is straighter than
Donna's.  They both have creamy white skin.  Donna
still had an occasional pimple.  Marcie was home for
Easter vacation, and I happened to be alone with her,
in her bedroom, and I happened to be in a morbid
mood that day.

	Marcie couldn't help noticing the depressed
state of mind I was in.  She asked me what was
bothering me, and I couldn't discuss my feelings at
first, but eventually I began to tell her how
disappointing my sexual encounters with males had
been the previous night with one of my many, many
"fuck buddies" as the term is now used.  Her touch
was so soft and gentle as she stroked my bare arm.
Marcie ran her fingers through my hair before
kissing me on the mouth.  I was surprised by my
feelings.  I was more sexually aroused than I had
ever been by any boy.  There may have been a little
of the forbidden act that titillated me but that would
not nearly explain it all.  Marcie and I talked for a
couple hours.  Finally, she milked the truth about the
previous night out of me.  Her comforting hug was
most welcome.  Not only did I feel "understood", I
felt listened to.  I sensed a true compassion from
Marcie.

	I opened up and told her all about my sex life.
She was very interested in everything I had to say.  I
told her that I had always been very shy.  I told her
about the normal childhood stuff like spin the bottle,
but it had never gone beyond that sort of thing.  By
the time the other girls were starting to date boys I
was too shy to accept offers from boys to date.  By
the time we entered junior high some of the most
popular girls were bragging about the size of their
boyfriend's cocks, and what it was like getting
fucked.

	I felt like something was wrong with me,
because I wasn't turned on by their stories or
watching the popular girls making out with boys.  It
wasn't because I didn't like boys or anything like that,
but it just sounded and looked so dirty.  I didn't have
any dates while in junior high.  When we entered high
school I felt like I had to change to be more popular.
I made up my find to find out what all of the fuss was
about.  There was so much peer pressure to be
accepted that I felt like it was expected of me to put
out, as they called it.

	So, I did my best to hide my shyness and my
desire to withdraw from groups by going overboard
trying to make myself popular.  I learned how to tell
dirty jokes and use the nasty language to make
myself sound "COOL."  By my sophomore year when I
was 15-years-old, I even started calling boys on the
phone and engaging in sexual conversations with them.
When I went out on dates with boys I allowed them
to feel me up and kiss me as much as they wanted.  I
was reluctant to allow them to fuck me at first, so I
masturbated them, until I worked up the nerve to
suck my first cock.

	I started getting a lot of dates because the
word got around that I sucked cocks, even though I
didn't like the taste of their flesh or cum.  Eventually
at the age of sixteen I allowed a boy to fuck me, as
long as he used a condom.  I confessed to Marcie that
it always left me disappointed because the boys
always did their thing and quit, leaving me feeling like
I had missed something.  When I was 17, I even
allowed four guys to fuck me at the same time, in
hopes that I would have the feelings the other girls
described about having while being fucked.  There
must be something wrong with me because I don't
enjoy sex like other girls.  I found that most guys
were only interested in their own needs, as soon as
they cum, they want to leave.  I felt like I was just a
receptacle for cum.  They might as well been fucking
a rubber doll with a rubber hole.  I faked orgasms,
and talked dirty to them in hopes that they would
ring my bell.  I was always left with an empty feeling
and had to resort to masturbating later to get off.

	The only person I had a lasting relationship with
was Donna, she and I had been friends all the way
from grammar school.  I had known she had an older
sister, named Marcie, but we didn't meet until I was a
senior in high school, and she was in college.  She had
come home from college for Easter vacation.  When I
met her I didn't think she was all that pretty, but
there was something about her that made me think
that she was very sexy.  Of course I thought her
breasts were magnificent.  They were larger than
mine, and large enough to draw attention, but not
grossly large.  They were firm and succulent.

	She hugged me and kissed me on my bangs.
Later she kissed me on my neck, followed by kissing
me on my lips.  The way she hugged me while she
kissed me made me aware of how soft and lovely her
breasts were.  She pressed her breasts against my
own 36-C breasts.  I remember how flushed my
cheeks were and my heart pounding against my chest.
Her kiss became even more intense.  When her hand
briefly brushed against my left breast, my nipple
responded like t had been touched with a live
electrical wire.

	My body quivered like I had stepped into a very
cold freezer.  I didn't move or object to her kiss.  It
was so much more intense than any kiss I had ever
received from a male.  She placed her hand on my
breast and kneaded it like it was a ball of bread
dough.  It took my breath away.  I sat there as she
stuffed her hand down the front of my dress.  The
touch of her warm hand on the soft flesh of my left
tit made my pussy tingle.  I even moaned when she
withdrew her hand.  I wanted to tell her to continue
playing with my tit, but her mouth was covering my
mouth and her tongue was inside my mouth.

	The same hand that had been playing with my
tit was placed on the inside of my right knee, and was
slowly moving up the inside of my thigh.  I wanted to
pull her hand up to my pussy, but she had her left
arm around my back and grasping my upper left arm.
And my right arm was trapped behind her back.  I
couldn't hold my ass still while waiting for her to get
her hand on my panties.  I was so excited that I
swear I could smell the aroma of my own pussy mixed
with moist smell of my rayon panties.

	Marcie ran her hand up the front of my panties
until she reached the elastic waistband, and forced
her hand down the inside of my panties.  I felt her
fingers stroking my pubic hair until she found my wet
clitoris.  She played with it until I was panting for
her to stick her fingers into my pussy.

	Just when I thought she was going to make me
cum she stopped, and made me stand up so that she
could remove my clothes.  When I was totally naked,
she sat me back down on the couch.  She knelt
between my legs and spread them so that she could
breathe on my pussy.  Her breath made my pubic hair
fibrate like leaves in a breeze.  When she pressed
her face against my pussy she placed both hands on
my breasts.

	No boy had ever eaten or sucked my pussy the
way Marcie did.  She pulled my butt right to the edge
of the couch.  To my surprise she stuck her nose
right against my asshole and smelled it before she
started licking and probing my asshole.  She tongue
fucked my cunt until I had the best climax I had ever
had.  Masturbation has never been that exciting.

	While I lay there almost falling off of the
couch Marcie stood up, and did an impromptu
striptease for me.

	I was fascinated by her body.  She was a tall
young woman and rather slender.  Her hips were wide,
but her breasts were her best feature.  They were
firm DD sized that didn't need a bra to support them.
When my eyes were drawn to her pubic area I saw
that she shaved all of her pubic hair off.  I had to
ask, "Why do you shave all of your pubic hair off?"

	Marcie said, "Many of my girlfriends don't like
getting hairs caught between their teeth or stuck on
the back of their tongues!"

	I hated that I giggled like an innocent school
girl at the image of some girl complaining about a hair
stuck between her teeth.

	Marcie exerted her dominance over me by
straddling my head and pressing her moist cunt
against my face.  While I licked and tongue fucked
her pussy I could smell her warm flesh.  I swallowed
her pussy juice as fast as it trickled down my throat.
She even reached back to stick her fingers up my
pussy while I was eating her pussy.  When she was
about to cum she smashed her cunt against my face
until I thought she was going to break my nose with
her pubic bone.  When she finished with her orgasm
she dismounted, and we clung to each other while we
talked about the benefits of sex with women.  She
told me that women were better lovers and
understood what pleases women better than men.
Eventually we had to get dressed before anyone
returned.

	Marcie and I got together several times during
her vacation and during one of our conversations
after sex: she let a few things slip that made me
think that Donna and Marcie had also had sex with
each other.  Marcie and I had been talking about
Donna, but not at all sexually or erotically.

	Ten minutes later, Marcie and I were enjoying
one another's body, I was using my tongue to
stimulate Marcie's pussy; and Marcie was in the
throes of passion, muttering something about...how
much better I did that than Donna.

	I didn't make the connection at that moment
because I was heavily "involved" in other activities;
but, later that day, I got to thinking.  The next time
Marcie and I were secretly on her bed "making out" I
brought up the question.  Marcie's face flushed red
when she realized I had figured out the implications
behind her emotional outburst about her sister while
I had been eating her pussy.  She acknowledged that
she and Donna had been sexual a few times; but she
hastened to add that Donna still considered herself a
bisexual because she still has sex with boys.

	Thinking about it, I realized that both of them
had nice tits.  They were probably their best
features.  I know Marcie's nipples got as hard as
pencil erasers when I would suck and nibble on them.
I wondered if Donna's nipples would respond the same
way, but I was too shy to even discuss sex with my
best friend, certainly not the fact that I knew that
she was fooling around with her older sister.  I
pretended for almost a year that I didn't know about
what they were doing, and hoping that Donna didn't
figure out that I was also fooling around with Marcie.

	It was rather foolish the way Donna eventually
let me know that she knew about Marcie and me.  One
afternoon Donna kissed me differently than she had
ever kissed me before.  It was more passionate than
she had ever kissed me before.  Then she revealed
that the night before Marcie had told her that she
had been having sex with me for almost a year.
Furthermore, Donna told me that Marcie had told her
about how she had accidently made a slip months ago
letting me know that she was having sex with her.

	So, the ice was broken.  Just the same, I felt
awkward the first time I found my head buried
between the spread legs of my best friend.  I soon
found, however, that the electricity produced was
worth the preliminary feelings of discomfort.  Donna
and I discussed it weeks later, how we should relate
to one another when we were with other classmates.
We ultimately decided to keep our sexual relationship
withheld from everyone else.  Of course Marcie was
included.

	Donna and I would often share the details of
the sex one of us had with Marcie, and we would
masturbate each other while we embellished the sex
with Marcie.  I found it very erotic to watch Donna as
she reached the heights of orgasms.

	When Marcie returned home during the summer
she brought along one of her classmates for a short
visit.  We found ways to be alone together, and when
we were alone it was a tangle of legs, pussies and tits.


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