Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2017 16:33:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daphne (Lesbian/Beginnings, oral, g/g)
Beginnings, oral, g/g
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
Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any
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Daphne
By
Jan
I grew up in a small Midwestern town of
approximately 60,000 people during the sixties and
seventies. The town supported agricultural business
with trucking, slaughter houses, feed stores and light
manufacturing. It was the kind of small town that is
almost exclusively white. There are migrant workers
during the harvest season. Otherwise everyone tend
to know all of the families in town. They consider
themselves good Americans by flying the American
flag on the fourth of July.
As a young girl in this town as a child the boys
don't mind a girl willing to play sports with them until
they reach puberty. Suddenly a girl that can compete
in any sport with the best them is looked upon with
suspicion. When a girl like me grows up to be over
six-feet tall the boys are reluctant to date anyone
that has to look down on them.
My parents named me Daphne. I don't even think
my parents knew that the name was the Greek name
of Peneus' daughter or the Greek word for laurel. I
grew up like a weed. My closest friend was named
Francine. We met each other in kindergarten. The
summer between our fourth and fifth grades and we
were 10-years-old we discovered that we enjoyed
mutual masturbation and oral sex. I developed sooner
than Francine, by that age I was already a C-cup.
Because of my early development boys had a strong
interest in dating me until I grew taller than them. I
had no sexual interest in them for the most part. Of
course Francine and I had to keep our sexual
activities on the down and low. The possibility of
being caught added to the excitement, at least for
me.
Francine was a brunette with brown eyes, of
course she was a lot shorted than me. I have auburn
hair with blue eyes. I was always very taller than my
classmates, and by the time I reached adulthood I
was six-foot two, and a 48-D bust-line.
We joined the Girl Scouts together and the girls'
softball team. We rarely did anything separately. It
wasn't the same without her.
(Francine was just starting to wear a B cup bra.)
Our parents allowed us to have sleepovers, and we
would satisfy each other's sexual needs on those
occasions. One time my parents were out of town,
Francine was spending the night with me. Come
bedtime we had just finished our baths, and I caught
her ogling my breasts. I told her, "Don't worry you're
coming along just fine."
She said, "Your boobs are beautiful!" and grabbed
my tits and kissed me passionately. The kiss
affected me by making my puffy nipples very
sensitive, and my pussy got very wet and tingly.
Francine pushed me back on to my bed and continued
kissing me. She poked her tongue into my mouth,
while massaging my breasts, rolling and pinching my
nipples made my nipples ultra-sensitive. I just had to
do the same thing to her.
We wrapped our legs around each other and
started rubbing our wet pussies against each other's
thigh. It wasn't long before we were squirming
around until we were rubbing clit to clit, and Francine
sucked on my puffy nipples. It wasn't long before I
experience an orgasm and Francine also started
having an orgasm too. We burst into tears in a
blissful afterglow. We made love several times that
night by fingering and sucking each other's pussy
before sleep overtook us.
Eventually we turned our friends Mary and Stacy
onto the pleasures of lesbian oral sex.
When I was twelve I talked my parents into
letting me get a job delivering newspapers. The
newspaper had an opening in my neighborhood for a
delivery person for their afternoon edition and I
applied for that opening the circulation manager was
hesitant to give the job to a girl.
(This was the late sixties and I was the first girl to
have a paper route in our town.)
I wore my auburn hair shoulder length and in a
ponytail most of the time. By that time I had
developed breasts that were almost a D-cup. I did
draw the attention of males while riding my bicycle
around town.
I would get home from school and pick up 62
newspapers that I would have to stuff sales ads and
fold them before delivering them by 6:00 pm. I did a
god job and enjoyed the extra money I had to spend.
Francine would ride along with me and that made it
even more enjoyable.
My job included me collecting subscriptions the
first Saturday of every month. I would make my
collection rounds in the morning.
The two houses I like to visit while collecting
from were; first was the home of a divorced blonde
woman with a nice figure in her mid-twenties named
Karen. She had two toddles. Talking to her made my
nipples tingle and my pussy moisten. The second
woman was a raven-haired housewife in her late
forties. Her makeup was always emasculate and
dressed to the nines making her stunningly attractive.
Her name was Mrs. Livingston, and she eventually
asked me to call her Elaine.
Among my other customers on my route were
some duplex houses where there were eight of them
were young couples with small children. The ninth one
was a woman in her early thirties. She wore her
blonde hair cropped short and was usually wearing
blue jeans, T-shirt or a flannel shirt and cowboy
boots.
I found out she drove a truck and her name was
Rhonda, but preferred to be called Rhon. It was not
uncommon that there would be different woman
there on Saturday mornings. It didn't take much
imagination for me to assume that she was a dyke.
One hot summer Saturday morning when my
parents were out of town visiting relatives, I was
making my collections as usual. When I reached
Rhon's place she was always nice to me, but this time
she invited me in while she looked for her wallet. She
even asked me to stay awhile to talk to her. She
offered me something to drink, and I declined. She
also complimented me on how nice I looked.
I was only wearing a spaghetti strap top, cut-off
jeans and my hair was pulled back in a ponytail as
usual. I was still feeling the effects of having visited
Karen and Mrs. Livingston. Both of them had been
dressed appropriately for the heat, and they had
made me horny.
Rhon went to kitchenette to get a beer, while I
cooled off standing in front of the widow air-
conditioner. When she returned with her beer she
sat on her couch and insisted that I join her. She
told me that she had finally gotten a job driving a
Simi-truck and would be on the road a lot, and would I
like to keep an eye on her place for her. She wanted
me to bring in her mail and mow the small lawn out
front and clean up the place as needed.
I couldn't refuse because I would make as much
money looking after her place as I would in a month
delivering newspapers.
I was provided with a key. That gave Francine
and I a place to have sex with each other, sometimes
we invited Mary and Stacy to join us. Life was good
for the young lesbian I had become.
Sometime later I was tidying up her place, and
doing the dishes because I had been neglecting to do
that at Rhon's place, because she was due home the
next day. As usual I was in spaghetti-strap top,
shorts and tennis shoes.
Rhon walked in on me while I was putting the
dishes away, and she told me to order a pizza while
she cleaned up. She said that she smelled like a goat
after being in the same clothes for three days.
I called my parents to tell them I was going to
eat at Francine's and called her to cover for me if
needed. I called for a pizza to be delivered. I heard
the shower running and could feel the rise in humidity
and smell the soap in the smell duplex. Rhon came out
of her bedroom dressed in fresh T-shirt, jeans and
cowboy boots just as the pizza arrived. She paid the
delivery boy, and we ate at her small dining table.
She drank four beers while I had a coke.
After disposing of the empty box and cans we
adjured to the couch to talk. I noticed that there
was a bulge in the front of her jeans. If she had
been a boy it would have indicated that it was an
erection. (I notice these things because with boob's
like mine boys spring boners all of the time.) Rhon
observed me staring at her crotch.
"I hope my boy doesn't offend you" she said.
"What is your boy?" I asked.
She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled
out a 10-inch very lifelike rubber cock complete with
veins and lifelike balls. I was in awe and very excited.
Rhon asked me, "Do you want to touch it?"
When I wrapped my hand around it she grabbed
me and kissed me passionately. I asked her to stop
long enough for me to make a call.
I called Francine and asked her to call my parents
to ask permission to spend the night with her. Mom
never said no to Francine.
As soon as I hung up the phone I straddle Rhon's
hips and started kissing her. We sucked tongues
while I felt her dildo poking the tight fitting crotch
of my shorts. My nipples were as hard as diamonds,
and the crotch of my cutoff jeans were soaking wet.
Rhon started undressing me, and it didn't take
much effort or time to get me out of my clothes.
She was excited at sucking and playing with my
breasts and rubbing her 10-inch dildo against my
crotch until I was totally distracted, but she stopped
short of allowing me to cum. I was moaning in pure
pleasure, and I helped her get undressed.
When we pulled her T-shirt over her head I saw
that she had something like an ace bandage strapping
down her breasts. When we removed the wrapping it
exposed her small B sized tots. She had small areolas
and she had large pointed nipples. I was intrigued by
the fact that she didn't shave her underarms at all.
When she lowered her arms there was an abundant
amount of dark blonde hair sticking out from under
her arm alongside her little breasts. Her jeans were
already open and her sex toy was already sticking out,
so she simply arched her back to lift her butt up
enough for us to get her jeans down to her knees
along. I slipped off of the couch to kneel before her
and removed her boots before finishing to remover
her clothes except for her baggy boxer with her
dildo sticking out. I kneeled back on my heels to
absorb the sight of a woman wearing a replica of a
male penis with balls sticking through the fly of the
shorts.
She stood up and led me to her bedroom, where
she pulled the comforter and sheet down to the foot
of the bed before placing me right in the middle.
She lay beside me. It was very exciting to have my
first adult woman making love to me. She carried on
about what nice tits I had for a girl my age.
She started kissing me while she felt my tits. She
slobbered all over my body until she reached my cunt.
She was an expert about sucking pussy. She even
hovered over my head to allow me to suck on her tits
for a while before she insisted that I suck her cock.
It frightened me because it was so much bigger
than any penis I had ever seen. It was so large that I
gaged trying to get all of it in my mouth. Eventually I
had to un-sap her boxer shorts and pull them down.
Around the base of the dildo was plenty of dark
blonde pubic hair. She had a normal vagina under the
dildo, and she allowed me to feel her dildo and pussy
I smelled my hand I could smell the lax rubber and
the unmistakable odor of female cunt. I wondered if
it was the combination of all the women I had seen at
her home on Saturdays. I didn't get to think about it
long, or ask questions.
Francine and I had only tongue fucked each other
so we were still virgins, so knowing that she was going
to fuck me with that dildo was intimidating. I was
resolved and eager for Rhon to take my cherry and
make me into a woman. I knew that I was mature
enough because I had been periods for over a year,
and I was certainly wet enough. All of Rhon's
administrations to my breasts had made me horny as
hell. She must have sensed I was ready, and
positioned my butt on a towel and proceeded to eat
my pussy until I had the most spectacular orgasm of
my young life. She kissed her way up my body and
kissed me on the mouth with my cum still smelling
strongly on her face and in her mouth.
She asked, "Are you ready for me to fuck you?"
"GAWD...YES, please pop my cherry!"
She kissed me on my open mouth while she
reached between our bodies and aligned her dildo
with my cunt and slowly pushed it into the folds of my
cunt. It felt like it was as large as a fire hydrant. It
felt like she was stretching my pussy to the maximum
and the pain was replaced by me wanting more. I
could tell by the pain that she was stretching my
hymen.
She said, "Hold on" and thrust her cock in tearing
away the thin membrane. It hurt like hell, forcing me
to cry and scream in pain.
Rhon became very motherly as she comforted me
and kissing my tears away. I begged her to continue,
so she started slowly stroking her hips in and out
until my cunt accommodated her entire 10-inch boy as
she called it.
The pain was ebbing and replaced by a feeling of
pure lust and a feeling of ecstasy.
She got into a rhythmic pace and used her boy
like she was born with it. Our sweaty bodies were
rubbing against each other and that added to thrill of
my next orgasm from being fucked by her strap-on.
My orgasm was magnificent and mind blowing. Rhon
had an orgasm with me and we both shook
uncontrollably. The smell of her sweaty body filled
my nose.
We awoke a couple of hours later with Rhon's cock
still in my aching pussy, and we showered together.
While in the shower I knelt before her and ate her
pussy until she had and orgasm and the water turned
cold.
We eventually did a load of laundry, since my
cutoffs and panties were soaking with my own juices,
and we went back to bed while the wash was drying.
We had sex many times after that and I ended up
taking Francine's virginity with Rhon's strap-on during
a threesome. She even gave me permission to use her
boy while she was out of town. Francine, Mary and
Karen were the beneficiaries, and eventually Mrs.
Livingston.
Francine and I had keep-up the appearance of
being 'normal' so we dated boys in middle school and
high school. Being so tall there were few boys willing
to date me. On such dates I only let them feel my
boobs and was willing to give them hand jobs and
occasionally give then a blowjobs, but refused to let
them fuck me, feigning the appearance if saving my
virginity for my wedding night. Francine and I would
double date with boys, and would encourage them to
drink until they passed out. That would allow us to at
least masturbate each other to orgasm.
When I was fourteen I was still delivering
newspapers. As usual I made my collections on
Saturdays. Karen's children were two years older.
One was in first grade, and the other was almost in
kindergarten. One Saturday morning when I knocked
on her door she invited me in while she wrote the
check. Her children were nowhere in sight. While
Keren was getting her checkbook I asked here they
were and she told me that they were spending the
weekend with their father.
My pussy started tingling and my nipples got hard.
I couldn't resist making a pass at Karen. While she
was writing the check I stood close enough that our
thighs were touching, and I placed my hand on her
back. I was only wearing a T-shirt, cut-off jeans and
tennis shoes. When she stood up to hand me the
check I stuffed it into my back pocket. I still had my
hand on her back and pulled her close and kissed her
on the mouth.
Karen recoiled and got stiff, before she relaxed
and smiled at me. I took her by the hand and led her
to her bedroom. I closed and locked the door behind
us. I backed me up to her unmade bed. I could smell
her body odor on the sheets as I forced her to sit on
the bed.
I told her, "I have been horny for you for years,
but never had the nerve to act on my desires before."
With that statement I took her in my arms and
kissed her on the mouth. Being taller than her I bent
over to kiss her on the mouth. It came as a surprise
to her to hear that a tall teenager was horny for her.
I pressed my body against hers forcing her back
until she had to sit on her bed. I pulled my T-shirt up
and over my head. I never wear a bra, unless I have
to, because I don't like the way it restricts my
movement.
Karen sat there making me horny the way she was
studying my tits. As big as there were they were
firm. My areolas are large, but it is my nipples that
were the attention getter. They were every bit as
large and the first joint of my thumbs. I lifted one
of my tits and stuck it into her mouth. I helped her
remove her clothes and my own. I admire the body of
an attractive young mother.
Karen had golden blonde locks that make a halo
around her clear blue eyes. Her breasts were full
even though her milk had dried up. The girls had
obviously sucked from her nipples because I could
actually see the indentations where milk had flowed
from several opening. Although her figure had
returned and she had lost the baby fat there were
stretch marks on the sides of her lower belly. Being
a natural blonde her pubic hair was so blonde it
almost matched the color of her skin. Running my
fingers through her hair was like stroking the hair on
a baby's head.
I found that her pussy was as wet as mine. I got
on top of her and I kissed her while felt her tits. As
I worked my way down to her breasts I slid my hand
down to her pussy. I masturbated her while sucking
on her nipples. I did it until her had an orgasm. As
soon as she calmed down I went down on her and
sucked her pussy and licked up her cum. She pulled
me back up and started kissing me.
She seemed to love my big tits the way she
sucked on them. She masturbated me and ate my
pussy. Eventually I had to get dressed and get back
to making my collections.
I even rearranged my collection route to make
Karen's the last stop. I would be horny long before
getting to her home. Karen became a special lover
for me.
A few months later when I rang Mrs. Livingston's
bell there was no answer right away. When I rang
the bell again, I heard her voice yell out I'm in back.
I walked around the side of the house to the back
yard. I saw that there was a garden shed hack there.
It was a hot house with opaque Mylar covering a
wooden frame. I saw her coming out of the door.
She was wearing a lose long sleeved shirt, baggy
pants and she was pulling her hand out of rubber
gloves, and wiped her face with the back of her right
sleeve. She had her hair pulled back and a bandana
tied around her head.
As she freed her hand she held them in one hand
while she took hold of my shoulder and kissed me on
the cheek.
She invited me in to see her flowers and
vegetables. There was no fear about anyone being
able to anything going on inside the garden shed. It
was warm and humid, and I could smell the chemical
fertilizer in the shed. She proudly pointed out her
favorite flowers. I stood behind her while she picked
up pots to show them to me. I placed my hands on
her shoulders, and on impulse kissed her on her neck.
When she turned to face me I backed her up to a
cutting table, and made her sit on the table, while
ignoring that the table was dirty. I hovered over her
while kissing her and unbuttoning her shirt. I peeled
her out of her clothes before removing my T-shirt
and cut-offs.
Elaine became aggressive when she saw my big
tits. She couldn't stop feeling and sucking on them.
She admitted that she had always wanted to find out
what anal sex was like. I found a clean plastic
handled trowel and spit on the handle and spit on her
asshole before sticking the handle in her ass. She
flung her legs back and moaned like a whole while I
fucked her.
After that day Elaine became a sex slave for anal
sex. She absolutely loved having me fuck her with
the strap-on dildo that Rhon had bought for me. She
would assume the missionary position and wrap her
legs around my hips and use her heels to beat my butt
to inspire me to fuck her harder and faster. She also
enjoyed having me fuck her doggie style in both her
pussy and asshole. After I had fucked her she would
get down and smell my ass before sticking her tongue
in my ass.
While I was in high school I convinced my parents
to allow me to earn extra money housekeeping for
Mrs. Livingston and Rhonda. I would have Francine,
Mary and Stacy visit me at Rhon's apartment when
she was out of town. On weekends I would fuck
Karen and Elaine.
Eventually I even allowed Karen's daughters to
watch me eat their mother's pussy and fuck her with
a dildo.
When Rhon was in town I would play the bitch for
her. I was probably the most sexually active girl in
town
When I went away to college Karen and Mrs.
Livingston actually married, even though same sex
marriages are illegal in our State.
When I went off to the university on a volleyball
scholarship, but was kicked out of school my junior
year after being caught fucking a cheerleader with
my strap-on dildo.
(She just happened to be the niece of the regent of
the university.)
I ended up becoming an engineer for a railroad
and finished up earning my Bachelors Masters and
PhD from an online school. I have to put up with a lot
of shit from the office staff, but they have to kiss
ass because of Affirmative Action.
Right now I have about a dozen women and one
she-male that I'm fucking. I love turning out straight
women. I know every lesbian bar in town. I wear my
strap-on under my tight fitting pants when I visit the
bars looking for newbies.
I've never had an orgasm with any man or boy
except the few she-males I have had the occasion to
have sex with.
Over the years I have had the pleasure of having
sex with all manner of girls and women. It doesn't
matter the size, color, butch or femme. Openly
lesbian or straight, I'm a bit of a round heeled slut
for them all.
I love the challenge of turning out a straight
woman as much as I love having a diesel dyke ridding
me hard. I have even enjoyed pegging cross-dressing
males or getting fucked hard by some she-males. I
guess you can say that I'm attracted to female bodies
with any sized areolas and all verities of pussies to
summarize it.
Being a six-foot two woman with a 49-D bust-line
makes me a natural dominatrix. My breasts are very
sensitive. If I have abstained from sex for a while I
can orgasm just from wearing a certain type of bras
that I own. I have to admit that my sensitive nipples
have betrayed my many times, talking me into having
sex with a lot of women I might not have normally
would have.
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