Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2013 15:18:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Prudence Discovers Sex (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, g/g, gg/FFF)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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              Prudence Discovers Sex
                        By
                       Jan

	My name is Prudence, and I have to admit that
I'm just an average skinny girl with dark unruly hair, I
thought I was an ugly duckling.  The boys started
falling all over the blondes that were developing early
in the fifth grade.  We were all about 12-years-old,
and our hormones were bouncing around like a nuclear
reaction.  I envied those big busted blondes with all
of the boys courting them.

	These same boys had no interest in a flat
chested girl with wild dark hair like me.  My social
skills were deplorable, and I was as graceful as a
giraffe on a frozen lake.  I considered myself an
outcast as a result, and my few friends were also
outcasts too.  For several years my closest friend was
a chubby girl bordering on obese.  We could hear the
popular crowd making fun of us.  I was referred to as
"Pencil Prude," and my friend was taunted with
"Butter Ball Betty."

	High school was a living hell.  I was still a size
34-B.  The only change was my legs were longer.
Betty had moved away years before.  In my
sophomore year I befriended another outcast, named
Violet Cooper.

	She was a classic case of an outcast rebelling
against all norms.  Her hair was spiked like it had
been cut with hedge clippers and dipped in lacquer
after dying it the same color as her name.  She
always had on a black turtle neck jersey with long
sleeves.  Her black jeans were tattered with a hole in
the back of the right thigh and a ragged hole in the
left knee.  She always wears black canvas combat
boots with lugged soles.  She always smelled like an
ashtray, but I never saw her smoke.  Apparently
where she lived someone smoked cigarettes
constantly.  She did brag about smoking pot though.

	For several months we only talked to each other
at school.  We both avoided participating in physical
education class, so we had almost an hour to talk
while the other girls were playing fiend hockey.  The
library was another refuge, because everyone had to
keep the noise down.  One afternoon Violet asked me
if I would like to meet her mother.  I was curious
about her home life and readily accepted her offer.

	After school we walked almost two miles to the
edge of town.  This was not an area I frequented
often.  It had a bad reputation.  The cops patrolled
the area regularly because of drive by shooting and
stolen cars.  The name of the area was often
connected with drug busts.

	The absence of grass in the front yard and the
presence of a derelict car minus wheels set the tone
of the house.  The scaling paint was the only evidence
that the house had ever been painted.

	When we entered the house the screen door
slammed behind us.  The noise alerted anyone that
someone had entered.  We heard a voice call out,
"That you Violet?"

	"Yeah Mom, I'm home and I brought a friend!"

	A woman appeared in the doorway with a dish
towel in her hands.  The woman looked tired, and her
hair was escaping her hair clip.  Her hair looked like
she had cut her own hair.  I don't know what she had
been doing in the kitchen, but her dress looked like it
was soaking wet with sweat.  She didn't have shoes
on.

	She looked at me like she was deciding if she
approved of Violet's friend, before she approached
me.  She wiped her hand before shaking my hand, and
pulling me into her arms to hug me.  Apparently she
approved of me.  When she kissed my cheek I could
smell the pungent odor of the same kind of cigarette
smoke that clung to Violet's clothes.  She reached for
a pack of cigarettes on the arm of a chair and
retrieved one cigarette.  She took a deep drag
before holding it between her fingers, as she
proclaimed, "You're the straightest looking girlfriend
Violet has ever brought home.  I hope our family
doesn't scare you off."

	I felt foolish saying anything, so I just smiled
as Violet pulled me down the hall to what was her
bedroom.  The small bedroom was crowded with
clothes and the bed was unmade.  It looked like it
sagged in the middle too.  The room smelled of
cigarettes and dust.  I wondered how many months it
had been since anyone had dusted the place.

	Violet told me to sit on her bed while she took
off her boots, and pulled her jersey over her head.
For the first time I saw her bare arms.  I'm sure I
stared far too long at her colorful tattoos.  The
design looked organic.  It was a floral design with
variety of animals woven through the vines.  The left
side of her body was also covered with a design that
would have done a Japanizes Yakuza proud.  Like me
she didn't have much in the way of tits.

	I assumed that was going to be the extent of
her disrobing, but she tugged on her pants and all
five metal buttons popped open.  When she started
peeling down her jeans I saw that she had on clean
baby blue panties.  I almost found that amusing,
because I would have suspected she would have had
black panties.  I assumed her mother had selected
the baby blue panties.

	Violet turned on a small boom box that was
tuned to a classic rock and roll station.  I would have
thought she would have preferred a new wave or
heavy metal station.  I also assumed that she would
put on a change of clothes, but she simply sat on her
unmade bed and started rubbing the crotch of her
panties.  The panties were old and had been washed
so many times that they were transparent for all
intent and purposes.  I could see the dark triangle of
pubic hair through her panties.  She patted the bed
beside her as an invitation for me to sit next to her.

	I was a little embarrassed because I had never
witnessed a girl masturbating so casually.  She
assured me, "It's okay if you want to get comfortable
and join me."

	The first thought that I had was what would
happen if her mother walked in while Violet was
masturbating.  Violet must have read my mind, "Don't
worry about my mother walking in on us.  Even if she
did walk in, she would probably join us."

	I had a hard time believing that her mother
would not be upset catching her daughter playing with
my pussy.  When I continued to sit there without
making a move, Violet wrapped an arm around my
shoulders and placed the other hand on my lap.  I was
so stunned by her bold move that I just sat there.  I
did find her aggressive action exciting.  I had never
known anyone so uninhibited before.  Her boldness
was exciting to me.  I made no effort to resist when
she kissed me on the mouth.  While she kissed me she
reached under my dress and stroked my pussy
through my panties.  She continued to kiss me while
she worked her hand down the waistband of my
panties.  She finger fucked me until I had an orgasm.

	I was so confused by my feelings that I didn't
resist as she proceeded to undress me.  She was
kissing me while she peeled off each item of my
clothing.  I couldn't help looking at the door expecting
her mother to barge in at any moment.  Just the
same it was exciting to be naked in bed with Violet.
She even removed both of our panties.  She insisted
on inspecting my pussy, while she was doing that she
turned her body around on top of me and straddled
my head.  I was looking up at her dark patch of hair.

	I smelled the musky odor of her wet pussy.  She
lowered her cunt down to my mouth, and her pussy
spread over my face.  Her labia spread over my
cheeks.  I tasted the flesh of her pussy and it was
almost like tasting the iron in my own blood when I
cut myself.  Violet was face-fucking me while she ate
my pussy too.  I came rather quickly, but Violet
continued face-fucking me for a long time, until she
came all over my face.

	When we recovered we got dressed, so that I
could go home.  As I was leaving her mother hugged
and kissed my cheek.  She said, "Honey, you're
welcome any time!  I look forward to seeing you again.
Next time you have to visit with me too!"

	Her invitation was bothering me, because it
sounded like she knew what Violet and I had been
doing, and sounded like she was inviting me to do the
same thing with her.  When I thought about actually
having sex with Violet's mother it was strangely
exciting.  I found her mother to be very erotic.  She
was a slender woman not much taller than us.  The
best thing about her was that her breasts were much
larger than ours.  Just the thought of having sex with
an adult woman with larger breasts was enough to
make my pussy wet.

	While walking home I happened to rub my nose
and smelled my fingers.  The smell of Violet's pussy
was all over my hands and it dawned on me that my
face must also smell of her pussy.  Her mother must
have smelled it when she kissed me goodbye.

	When I got home I headed straight for the
bathroom to wash my face and hands.  I joined my
mother in the kitchen while she was preparing dinner.
She gave me a look, like she smelled something bad,
"Have you been smoking?"

	I realized that my clothes had absorbed the
odor of the smell of tobacco smoke that permeating
everything thing in Violet's home.  I told my mother,
"I visited the home of a classmate after school
today, and her mother is a smoker, everything in her
home smells of cigarette smoke.  Violet doesn't smoke
but her clothes reek of the smell.  I guess my clothes
picked up the smell just sitting on the furniture."

	Mother accepted my explanation, but told me to
change clothes before dinner.  I took the opportunity
to bathe before putting on fresh clothes.  Over
dinner I told Mother that my new friend's name was
Violet Cooper, and I liked her even though she is a bit
strange looking.  She is Gothic, with Violet colored
hair, and wears mostly black clothes.  Her mother is
poor and they live on the east side of town.

	Mother wanted to know more about her, but
didn't object to me becoming friends with her.  All
she wanted was for me to introduce Violet to her.
The next day at school when I invited her to
accompany me home to meet my mother, she was
reluctant to do so because she knew that a straight
woman would not like a girl that looked like her.  It
took some doing to convince her to come home with
me.  She only agreed to do so when I told her that
the only way my mother would allow me to hang out
with her was to meet her.

	We called her mother on my cell-phone to tell
her that Violet was coming home to meet my mother,
and we would bring her home after dinner.

	We walked home together after school.  I could
tell Violet was intimidated by the neighborhood.  The
homes were freshly painted and professionally
landscaped.  The streets had sidewalks with large old
trees on the city rights-of-way.  The trees created a
square shaded tunnel down the middle of the roads.

	Mom welcomed Violet into our home, and asked
her if she would like something to drink.  Mom's
expression didn't change, even though I knew that
she was disturbed by her appearance.  Even through
her arms were covered there were some colorful
tattoos visible around her wrists and one was slightly
showing on the side of her neck.

	Given the choice of tea, lemonade or soda, she
opted for soda.  Mom also had to ask Violet what her
mother said about the tattoos.  Violet said, "All of my
tattoos were done by a tattoo artist friend of my
mother's.  She is a well-known artist, and does very
good work.  I have to cover them up at school because
they would kick me out of school if I didn't!"

	The three of us talked for several hours, and
Mother was impressed because Violet was more
mature than her age and demonstrated that she was
an intelligent young lady.  The three of us had and a
nice roast beef dinner with all of the fixings.  Violet
asked about my father, and Mother explained that
she was divorced, to which Violet said that her
mother was divorced too.  At the conclusion of dinner
Mother put the dishes in the washer, before driving
the three of us to Violet's home.

	It was obvious that Violet was embarrassed by
the squalor that she and her mother lived in.  Mom
walked us to the door to meet Violet's mother.  I
swear that her mother was wearing the same dress
she had worn the day before.  She was barefoot, and
she had a cigarette between her fingers as she
welcomed us into her home.

	The house was cleaner than the day before, but
still reeked of tobacco smoke.  Mother accepted a
cup of coffee while the four of us sat in the small
living room, after the introductions.  The two women
allowed us to leave, so that they could talk to each
other.

	Violet and I headed for her room.  As soon as
we were behind the closed door, she kissed me and
felt me up.  I was nervous about doing anything with
my mother in the house.  I insisted on keeping our
clothes on, but we did masturbate each other.  I
struggled to get my hand down the front of her tight
jeans.  We climaxed a couple of times during about an
hour, before we heard my mother calling out my
name, "Prudence, we better go home now!"

	We straightened up our clothes and I made sure
my mouth didn't show any evidence of our kissing.  At
least Violet didn't wear lipstick.  On the ride home
Mother told me that she liked Violet's mother.  Her
only concern was the neighborhood.  She offered to
pick me up whenever I wanted to come home.

	Mother didn't object when I asked if I could
spend the night at Violet's home Friday night.  I
would have never guessed that my mother would have
been so liberal about allowing me to be friends with a
girl that rebelled against social convention so openly.

	Apparently Violet's mother had even discussed
such an event while we were in the bedroom.  I had
packed my nightgown in my book bag that morning to
take to school with me.  After school we walked home
together.  Her smell assailed my nose at first, but
after a couple of minutes I hardly noticed the
cigarette odor.  We headed for her bedroom after I
was hugged and kissed by her mother.

	This time Violet was more aggressive about
getting me out of my clothes.  She stripped me
completely before she removed her own clothes.  I
had no idea just how much of her body was covered in
tattoos.  It was as if her body was one big canvas.
There was an elaborate design covering most of her
body.  There was even a portrait of her mother
tattooed on the outside of her thigh.  The portrait
even included her bare breasts.  I was fascinated
with the portrait of her mother, and asked what her
mother had said about that tattoo.

	Violet assured me that her mother was there
while those tattoos had been put on her body.  We
started kissing each other and feeling each other's
small breasts.  I can say that my own breasts and
nipples were very sensitive to the touch.  I had to
struggle to keep from making too much noise while
Violet played with my tits.  I felt and licked every
inch of her tattooed body just so I could study all of
her tattoos.  Violet eventually mounted me head to
toe, so that we could suck each other's pussies.  It
was very exciting to have her smothering me with her
pussy.  I was swallowing her slimy juices as fast as I
could.

	We heard her mother call out that it was dinner
time.  I almost panicked.  How could we get dressed
fast enough to go to dinner before her mother came
looking for us.  Violet simply pulled a loose fitting
black sweatshirt over her head and pulled the sleeves
up to her elbows.  She got up and she handed me
another sweatshirt just as big.  I slipped it over my
head and pulled up the sleeves like she had done.  She
headed for the door as she was.  The sweatshirt was
long enough to cover most of her thighs.  I panicked
at the thought of going to dinner with my butt naked.
She pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the
kitchen and dining area.

	Mrs. Cooper smiled at us and directed us to
have a seat while she served dinner.  Vegetables and
tomato soup were the first course.  Fried chicken was
next.  I was impressed by her mother's cooking skill.
She had even made a cobbler that had chilled all day
and heated up before we ate it.  When we were
finished she gathered up the dishes and put them in
the sink to wash.  She excused us to return to our
fun and games.  As we passed her I felt her hand on
the back of my thigh and it moved up to my bare butt
cheek.  There was no doubt that I was naked under
the sweatshirt.  I'm sure I turned crimson with
embarrassment, but all her mother did was kiss me
lightly on the neck as we passed her.

	As soon as we were back in her room I said,
"Your mother knows what we were doing!"

	Violet chucked, "Of course she knows."

	I couldn't believe that she was so casual about
acknowledging that her mother knew what we were
doing.  She pulled the sweatshirt over my head
before she pulled hers off.  She pulled me onto the
bed beside her, and started kissing me while she
played with my nipples.  She also wrapped her legs
around my right thigh.  I could feel her pubic bush
rubbing my thigh while she humped my leg.  When she
reached down and started stroking my wet pussy I
almost forgot about her mother.

	Violet was vigorously rubbing my pussy when the
bedroom door opened.  I panicked and tried to cover
up my naked breasts and pussy, but Violet's hand was
still stroking my cunt.  Mrs. Cooper simply closed the
door behind her as she entered the room.

	I lay there stunned as Mrs. Cooker reached
behind her back and unfastened her dress.  The front
of her dress was damp from having washed the
dishes.  She bent over crossing her arms as she
grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled the dress up
and over her head.  She casually tossed it towards a
pile of Violet's clothes, as she approached the bed.

	I was stunned to see that she had been totally
naked under the dress.  I was impressed with the
size of her breasts.  For such a slender woman she
sported very large breasts.  The areolas were large
mauve colored things capped by large nipples.  They
swayed from side to side as she walked towards us.  I
saw that her ribs were visible against her flat tummy.
Her hips were wide set.  I could see daylight between
her legs as she walked.  Her pubic area was covered
with dark hair that was natural.  She didn't trim it,
but there was not an excess amount of hair.  I was so
absorbed at looking at her naked body that I forgot
about my own nakedness.

	When she sat down on the left side of my body
I became aware of her naked thigh pressed against
my naked left thigh.  I was being sandwiched between
the two naked bodies.  Violet was still stroking my
pussy, while her mother started kissing me and
feeling my little nubs for tits.  It wasn't long before
the two of them were sucking on my nipples while
they were both probing my pussy.  I was going insane
from all of the stimulation.  Just when I thought I
couldn't stand it any longer, Violet moved down the
bed to lie between my legs, so that she could suck my
pussy.  Mrs. Cooper straddled my body and sat on my
tits before she spread her pussy lips and pushed
forward to place her cunt against my mouth.  I stuck
my tongue deep into her pussy, and she rode my
tongue wildly.  I couldn't believe that my pussy was
being eaten by my new girlfriend while her mother
was feeding me her pussy.  I was bucking my butt up
to meet Violet's tongue when I started quivering
through an orgasm.  Mrs. Cooper was soon filling my
mouth with her own juices.

	At one point that night while Mrs. Cooper was
sucking my pussy her daughter was tongue fucking my
asshole.  I found out that night what both of their
pussies and assholes taste like.  The next afternoon I
called Mother to came and pick me up.

	When we got home she insisted that I put my
clothes in the laundry room because they stank.  She
also insisted that I take a bath before getting ready
for bed.  While I was soaking in the tub Mother came
into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet to talk
to me.  She wanted to know what Violet and I had
done last night.  I was deliberately evasive because I
sure couldn't tell her what really took place.

	Mother approached the tub and knelt beside
the tub like she had done hundreds of time when I
was younger.  She took the washcloth from my hand
and started washing my back for me.  When she
started washing my front, my nipples were still very
sensitive to the touch from all the stimulation I had
received at the hands of Violet and her mother.  I let
out a moan of pleasure.  Mom had me stand up so that
she could wash my legs, and I did as she instructed
just as she had done many times before.  When she
started scrubbing my pubic area I couldn't help
moaning in pleasure again.

	Mom looked at me funny, "Have you and Violet
been experimenting sexually?"

	I assured her that I was not engaging in any
sexual activity with Violet.  Mom insisted, "Honey,
your nipples and pussy are swollen and very sensitive
to touch.  That looks like you were being sexually
active!"

	I denied it again.  Then Mom washed my butt.
She stopped her action, "You have been engaging in
some sort of sexual activity with at least two people!"

	"How can you tell?"

	There are teeth marks on your butt and they
don't match, so two people have been biting your ass!"

	I had forgotten about Mrs. Cooper and Violet
biting me on the butt.  I didn't know they left marks
on my butt.  I was at a loss to be able to explain how
I got the marks.  Inevitably I broke down and cried
like a baby.  Mother took me in her arms and hugged
me.  My wet body made the front of her dress wet.

	She helped me out of the tub and dried me off
with a large bath towel.  She was very comforting as
she led me into her bedroom.  She asked me, "Who
did you have sex with?"

	I broke down and said, "Violet and her mother
taught me how to make love with a woman."

	"Do you think that you are a lesbian?"

	I paused while I thought about how to answer
that question.  "I did like the sex, and I'm convinced
that I will always prefer the company of females over
males."

	My mother didn't get upset with my response to
her question.  She simply took me into her arms and
kissed me on the mouth.  The way she kissed me
covered my mouth and her cheek was pressed against
my nose so tightly that I could not breathe.  When I
opened my mouth, she stuck her tongue into my
mouth and exhaled the air in her lungs into my mouth.
She was actually breathing for me.  I surrendered
completely to her desires.

	I felt her hand on my little breast.  She toyed
with my nipple until I couldn't contain myself.  I was
squirming around uncontrollably.  The more aggressive
she got the more it empowered me to feel my
mother's body.  I gently placed my hand inside of her
dress on one of her 36-C+ breasts.  I half expected
her to remove my hand, but she didn't.  It was like
squeezing a balloon filled with rice, only it was warm
and smooth to the touch.

	I had no idea that my mother had so much
experience at making love to women.  She sucked my
nipples very much like Violet and her mother had.
When Mother placed her hand on my pussy I could
have died.  She stroked my pussy until I was sopping
wet.  Then she went down on me.  She spent a long
time sucking on my pussy.  She pulled on my clit with
her lips and teeth until it felt like she was going to
rip it off.  I must have cum at least three times.

	I was exhausted by the time Mother crawled up
my body until I was looking up at her hairy wet pussy.
I didn't have to be told what to do.  I stuck my
tongue into her pussy and rubbed my nose against her
clit.  Neither of us got much sleep that night.  It was
only exhaustion that forced us to sleep.

	When I woke up, I couldn't believe that what
took place last night was not a dream, but Mother
was still lying next to me.  My head was resting on her
arm and her breast was pressed against my cheek.
When I turned my head towards her I took her nipple
into my mouth.  My sucking on her nipple woke Mother
up.  She stroked my hair gently while I sucked on her
tit.

	When she reached over my body to pick up the
phone she smashed her tit against my face.  She
pressed recall and selected the phone number of Mrs.
Cooper.  There was the usual hello and an explanation
just who she was.  She explained that she wanted to
thank her for welcoming her daughter into her home,
and extended an invitation for dinner that evening.
She would accept no excuse for not coming, she even
offered to come over and pick them up.

	Mother and I didn't get dressed all day.  The
interruption in the sex was while she started
preparing the meal.  At the appointed time she put on
self-supporting nylons, heels and a dress with a tight
fitting bodice.  I did likewise, so we could go pick up
our guests.  Both Mrs. Cooper and Violet were
dressed up in their best.  Mrs. Cooper sat in the
front seat, and Violet and I were in the back seat.  I
cuddled up next to Violet and kissed her and felt her
up all the way home.

	Mrs. Cooper insisted that my mother call her
Angie, and Mother told her to call her Margaret or
Maggie.  Violet and I were behind her mother so she
couldn't see what we were doing.

	We proudly showed off our home to them,
before dinner was ready.  The conversation was
casual until Mother served coffee and dessert.  That
was when she casually announced, "I want to thank
you and your daughter for opening up a new world to
Prudence and me!  I would like to return the favor!"

	With that, Mother lifted her dress up to
expose her naked pussy.  She even used a hand to
wipe her cunt, before waving her fingers under
Angie's nose.  Angie looked at both of us before
giving us a big smile.  The two adults were quickly
undressed and Angie was kneeling between Mother's
legs, sucking her cunt.  Violet and I quickly joined
them getting undressed.  We sucked Mom's tits.  It
was so exciting watching Maggie sucking Mother's
cunt.

	There was no thought of them going home that
evening.  We shared a crowded bed.  Mom and Violet
sucked each other's pussies while Maggie and I
watched while masturbating each other.  Then we ate
each other while Mom and Violet watched.

	It took some doing but eventually Mother
convinced Maggie to give up smoking before they
moved in with us.  As a show of my love for Violet I
eventually had a violet flower tattooed on the inside
of my right tit.

	There were rumors around school about Violet
and me, but it didn't bother me.  There did come a
time when the primary school principal summoned me
to her office.  She confronted me about my
relationship with Violet.  The school had long ago
written Violet off as an incorrigible, but I had always
been a model student.  She commented that everyone
had noticed the change in Violet, obviously I had
become a good influence on Violet, but there were
rumors that we were lesbian lovers.

	My attitude was defiant, "It is no one's business
what our relationship is."

	Mrs. Blackburn said, "I didn't mean to upset you,
as she came around her desk and stood behind me.
As she was assuring me that I was not in trouble, she
gently stroked my hair.  I got the strangest feeling
that she was making a pass at me.

	I had never thought about my teachers even
being sexual before.  To me they were asexual beings.
Mrs. Blackburn must have been in her fifties.  To me
anyone that old was ancient.  Her hair was gray.  Good
GAWD she had breasts as big as my granny.  She was
always wearing business suits with scarves around her
neck covering up the wrinkles that looked like a
turkey neck.  While she was talking she took hold of
my hand and placed it inside her suit coat.  What I
felt was one big breast that had a nipple almost as
big around as my index finger tip.  When she
unbuttoned her jacket and opened it, the scarf was
resting between the two biggest tits I had ever seen.
She placed her hand on the back of my head and
pulled my head against her left tit.

	That was my introduction into a lesbian world I
had never suspected existed.  The principal of school
introduced Violet, her mother, my mother and me to a
group of women that loved to have sex with young
girls.



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