Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2010 16:02:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nasty smelly Pussy, (lesbian/ Interracial , oral anal, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a
preteen and a black woman.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                  Nasty Smelly Pussy
                         By
                        Jan

	My mother named me Isadora for some
unknown reason.  I grew up in Scottsdale, Arizona.
It is hot here even when it rains, which is seldom
during the summer anyway.  The pavement gets so
hot that car tires explode because of the heat.
Growing up in such heat, you get used to smelling
sweating bodies.  I learned to actually like the odor
of sweaty bodies.

	I was raised by a single parent.  My mother
raised me by herself.  The worst thing about that is
she had to work to support us.  That meant I was
left alone a lot.  When you don't have company to
socialize with you become starved for companionship.
I was a small girl for my age.  At the age of ten
most people thought I was still in pre-school.

	I was a Jewish girl.  My mother and I were
Russian Jews from New York.  Our family had fled
Russia after World War II when the Red Brigade
was expelling Jews from the land.  Her father had
been a tailor in the garment district.  There was no
doubt that I was a Russian Jew.

	My one pride and joy was my long curly brown
hair.  It was long enough for me to sit on.  I had a
narrow face, with nose and ears that would do
Barbara Streisand proud.  I had to wear glasses too.
At ten my chest was flat as a board, no hips or butt.
If it were not for the hair I could pass for a boy.
Being a poor Jewish girl in the suburbs of Phoenix
does have its drawbacks.  In the social order of the
southwest Jews are just one step above one of the
colored races, Blacks or Mexicans as far as the
locals are concerned.

	My mother and I lived in a cheap apartment
building.  We lived on the second floor.  The cheaper
apartments were on the lower floors because the
higher floors had the view and could enjoy the
breeze when there was one.  My best friend lived on
one of the upper floors.

	She was a cute blond haired girl, no glasses,
named Enid.  Her family had moved west from
Oklahoma during the depths of the depression and
dust bowl days.  We were the same age and in the
same classroom at school, but she was much bigger
than me.  Enid and I did the laundry for our families.

	One day when we were in the basement doing
the laundry we found some discarded toys.  After
that we checked out the trash regularly.  Whenever
someone moved we could expect to find a treasure
of things in the trash.  One afternoon we found
some old pornographic magazines in the trash.

	Enid came from a very fundamental religious
family, so she thought the pictures in the magazines
were disgusting.  On the other hand I was
fascinated by the sexual acts depicted in the
pictures.  I secreted the magazines up to my room
and hid them.  When I was alone I would get them
out and study them carefully.  I discovered I
enjoyed rubbing my naked crotch while looking at
the pictures of women licking each other's crotches.
Masturbating became an overwhelming desire.  I
didn't tell my friend about what I was doing because
I knew she was too religious to approve of it.

	My mother had asked a neighbor woman to look
after me while she was at work.  She had even given
her a key to the apartment.  Her name was Tilda
Wilton.

	Miss Tilda was a large black woman.  She must
have been in her forties, but who knew how old she
really was.  Her short nappy hair was kind 'a orange
colored.  She always had large hoop earrings on.  She
was a really heavyset woman, about five-feet six or
seven.  She must have weighed three hundred
pounds, soft belly, big butt and HUGE tits.  Each tit
was much bigger than her head.  With a body like
hers she was sweating almost constantly.

	She would bring me sweet treats all of the
time.  I had gotten so absorbed in my fascination
with the magazines that I forgot that Miss Tilda
had her own key.  She walked in on me while I was
busy playing with my clit.  That was when it got very
interesting.

	She saw what I was doing, and I saw her, my
first instinct was to cover up my crotch with the
magazine.  Tilda approached me without saying
anything.  I cowered in fear, fearing that she was
going to punish me for being a nasty girl.  She
grabbed both of my wrists in her big hands and
pulled them aside and looked at my naked crotch.
She said, "Honey child, you don't need to hide what
you were doing from me."

	I was actually starting to cry.  She virtually
picked me up by the arms and sat me on her lap as
she sat down on the couch that was my bed.  It was
like being enveloped in a flesh sleeping bag.  Her
upper arms were larger than my waist.  My shoulder
was pressed under her armpit.  I would feel the
damp material of her simple cotton dress.  The smell
of her underarm was only inches from my nose.  She
let go of one of my wrists and started rubbing my
little clam of a pussy with her fingers.  Her fingers
were almost as large as the pictures of the cocks in
the magazines.  The feeling of her rubbing my pussy
was a hundred times more exciting than when I
played with myself.

	Sitting on her lap was hard because of the size
of her belly and tits.  I had to hug her just to stay
on her big thigh.  That was good too, because my
face was pressed against one of those big tits.  I
could tell that she didn't have a bra on under the
thin cotton print dress.  I would feel her large nipple
pressed against my face.

	Tilda stopped playing with my pussy to remove
all of my clothes.  There was not much to remove.
All I had on was a T-shirt.  I had removed my shorts
and panties before.  I had not put on any shoes.
Tilda started kissing my face after she had removed
my glasses.  Her large puffy lips were wet as she
kissed my face.  I was clinging to one of her
monstrous tits while she rubbed every inch of my
skinny little body.  My skin was crawling from her
delicate touch.

	Tilda sat me on the couch next to her and
stood up in front of me to remove her clothes.  The
cotton house dress had large buttons down the
front.  I doubt if she could ever reach behind her
back to unhook a bra, let along unfasten a dress.  As
she opened her dress, I was struck by her coffee
colored skin.  Her areolas were very large and even
darker than her skin.  The nipples were as large as
the nipples on an "Even Flow" baby bottle.  Each of
her massive breasts hung down to her waist.  She
started rolling down her big roomy bloomer panties.
The panties were stained at the crotch.  It was hard
to tell if it was stained from urine or the sloughed
off skin mixed with sweat forming a yellowish scum
on the legs of the panties.  She rolled them down
and lifted her legs out of them one at a time.  She
waved the crotch of her panties under my nose.

	The strong smell of her panties was not
repulsive to me.  If anything the smell made my
pussy wetter.  It was hard to see her pubis because
her lower belly and thick thighs rolled over the area.
What area I could see was covered with little
ringlets of dark hair.  The trail of hair did work its
way up towards her navel.  She spread her legs and
used both hands to spread her pussy open.  What I
saw was a meaty reddish lining that was not that
much different from my own.  It was just bigger and
the rubbery labia lips looked like smoky gray
cauliflower.  I was sitting close enough to smell her
cunt.  It was every bit as strong as her panties.

	She lifted both of her tits, and I saw the dark
ovals caused by the heat rash making her skin
discolored.  She wiped the sweat from under her tits
with her hands.  Then she lifted her big flabby arms
to wipe the sweat on her nappy head, in doing so I
saw her underarms.  They were almost white with
nappy underarm hair, and her underarms of her arms
wobbled as she moved her arms.

	She sat back down on the couch and drew me
to her so that I could suck on one of those big
chocolate nipples.  It was so thrilling to rub my face
between her big sweaty tits.  They were so large
that I could place her tits on either side of my head
and rest them on my shoulders.  Then I remembered
the pictures of women sucking on each other's pussy.

	I slid to the floor in front of the couch.  Tilda
lay back against the back of the couch until she was
almost reclining.  I licked my way down her round
belly towards her big smelly cunt.  Her pubic hair
was so coarse that it felt like I was scratching my
tongue with steel-wool.  When I got down to her slit
I found her big rubbery clitoris and sucked it into
my mouth.  I even sucked her labia lips into my
mouth.  I knew she was enjoying my efforts because
she was telling me what to do with the nastiest
words I had ever heard.  I was sucking the slimy
juice right out of her pussy.  I just loved doing the
nastiest things she could think of.

	Tilda reached down and grabbed the backs of
her barrel like thighs and pulled her legs up as much
as she could.  Then she demanded, "Lick my asshole,
baby!"

	I had never thought about anything like that
before, but the thought of doing something so nasty
turned me on so much that I moved my face down
between her thick ass cheeks.  I could not resist
sticking my tongue against her asshole.  I loved the
taste.  I have no idea how many times Tilda climaxed
but I was rewarded with plenty of her juice flowing
from her nasty cunt.

	When she recovered she picked me up and
placed me on the couch and felt me up while she
kissed me.  She had felt my hymen and knew I was a
virgin.  She asked, "Honey child, do you want me to
take your cherry?"

	I really didn't know what she was talking about,
but I was willing to do anything she asked.  I assured
her, "Tilda, you can do anything you want to me!"

	She kissed me on the mouth while she took her
big index finger and slipped it into my pussy.  I felt
the pressure as her finger stretched the barrier of
skin.  Then I felt the sharp stabbing pain as her
finger ripped through the skin.  It hurt like hell.  I
could not help crying.  She assured me that it would
never hurt that much again.  She added another
finger and finger fucked me.  The pain gave way to a
feeling more intense than any masturbation I had
felt before.  I don't think I had a climax that time
but I did feel like I passed out for a moment.  When
I became conscious, Tilda was wiping my lips with her
fingers caked with drying blood.  I tasted my own
blood on her fingers.  When she was sure I was
awake she leaned over and licked up all traces of my
virginal blood.  I was hooked from that day on.  Sex
became my driving force.  THE SMELLER AND
NASTIER THE BETTER I LIKE IT.



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