Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2012 09:10:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: A Teenaged Dyke (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/FFF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. A Teenaged Dyke By Jan I always had a nasty streak in me. My parents had named me Roberta, which suited me just fine, because I like to be called Bobby. I was a redhead with very fair skin and large freckles over most of my body. I even had some freckles on my butt after I had laid in the back yard naked, and got sunburned on my butt. I hate girly stuff, I preferred to wear boy's clothes, and even insisted on getting my hair cut into a crew-cut. I didn't care what anyone called me. I endured a lot of verbal abuse at the hands of the local bullies. But I did earn some respect by fighting back regardless of the outcome. The most of girls were afraid to even talk to me, or be seen with me. Oh, there were the punkers that looked at me as a true rebel. I didn't associate with them, but I did acknowledge their respect for me. The only person that accepts me for who I am is my grandmother. She doesn't judge me, she just loved me unconditionally. I used to enjoy spending every minute I could with her. She owned a small house on the edge of town. When I stayed with her I slept on the couch. We even discussed the type of girls and women I was attracted to, and what I liked to do with them. Grandma enjoyed discussing sex with me. One day while I was spending a weekend with her, she mentioned that she thought I might enjoy seducing her next door neighbor. She told me that her name was Gina Petrosoni. She went on to tell me more about the woman. She explained that she was a middle aged woman that had been living next door for several years, had been divorced for several years. Grams suspected that she was more than a little interested in sex with someone other than a man. Gina Peterosoni was an Italian-American in her late forties. Granny described her as an olive skinned woman that was not all that dark, but she did tan nicely. Her hair was chestnut that hung down to the middle of her back even in a ponytail. Her eyes were as dark a brown as she had ever seen. She added that her face had character lines, and she was an attractive woman, even if she was on the skinny side. I lightened the moment by saying that the meat is always sweeter closer to the bone. I had seen the woman in her yard and even exchanged pleasantries. Now I decided to explore the possibility of getting into her panties. Whenever I visited Grams I made a point to offer to help Gina when she was working in her flowerbed in the front yard. When she got used to me helping her in the yard, she offered to give me cool drinks after we finished working in the yard. Before long I was also helping her in the vegetable garden in the back yard. She insisted that I wash up in her house before going back to Granny's. One evening I made a point to go next door and knocked on Gina's door. When she opened the door her face had a look of concern on it as she asked is there something wrong with your grandmother? I assured her that Grams was just fine. I just wanted to visit with her. She invited me in and asked me if I would like tea or something. I accepted her off, even though tea was not my first choice. She invited me to join her in her dining room. In truth it was a dining area adjoining the kitchen. While I sat myself at the dining table she went to the kitchen to put on the kettle. She set the table with nice China and a plate with cookies. She thanked me for being kind enough to visit her. When the kettle started whistling she brought the kettle to the table and added the hot water to our cups with tea bags in them. She put the kettle on a hot plate, and settled down at the head of the table, so that I was at her left. She started the conversation with light talk about the weather being hot for the time of year. It took her awhile before she got more personal. It was obvious she was uncomfortable about asking me questions about the way I dressed and my sexual preference. She eventually came out and asked me why I preferred to dress so much like a boy. I recognized her being so uncomfortable asking me such a direct question. I told her that I liked my hair cropped short for the ease of care, and I liked the feeling of jeans! I didn't care what people thought about me. She even blushed when she asked, "Are you a lesbian?" I found her reluctance to ask the question amusing. "Would it make any difference if I said that I am?" She paused before answering the question, "I never knew anyone that was one before." I chuckled, "Not that you knew of. I'm sure you have met plenty of lesbians without knowing. Most lesbians don't go around declaring their sexual preference. Not all lesbians go round advertising their desires. Not all girls and woman that dress like men are lesbians either." That embarrassed her, "I'm sorry, because I didn't mean to offend you with the questions." I chuckled and placed my hand on her forearm, "I'm not offended at all, and I am a horny dyke, Gina!" My casual declaration took her by surprise. I could feel muscles retract in her arm. There was that moment that she was deciding whether to recoil or accept what I was offering. I felt her muscles relax, and I knew she had accepted the fact that she was going to allow me to seduce her. I sat back and sipped my tea and picked up a cookie. I let her ask the question. "What is it like to make love to girls?" "For me it is the only think in the world that pleases me. I had been fucked by both boys and even a couple of men when I was younger, but I found that I preferred to be the one fucking other girls and women! Gina looked me in the eyes, "Hove you really had sex with adult women?" "Honey, I suspect that I have had sex with more women than you can recite the names of women friends of yours. "Does your grandmother know that you have sex with women?" I smiled, "Grammy doesn't care that I prefer women over men. She loved me just the way I am. That's more than I can say about the rest of my family or a lot of people I know. A lot of male classmates pick on me, and the female classmates talk shit about me, even though some of them seek me out in private for sex. Gina touched my hand in a comforting manner. I in turn laced my fingers with hers, and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. I felt her body tense up for a moment, before she relaxed. I placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her head tightly against my mouth. She surrendered to my kiss. When I released her, I waited for her to decide what she wanted to do. I knew she could demand that I leave or she could admit that she wanted to find out what it would be like to have a girl make love to her. Gina sat there for a long pregnant moment before she said anything. I expected her to ask me to leave, but instead she asked me to tell her about why I preferred the love of women over men. I sat there for a moment. The first boy to fuck me tried to convince me that I would like it. It hurt and I bled afterwards. It didn't get any better with other boys. There were a couple of adult men that talked me into letting them fuck me. I didn't enjoy it anymore than with the teenagers. Shortly after my first time with that teenager I went to the home of my mother's younger sister. She had always been my favorite aunt. She didn't reproach me for having sex as young as I was. She cleaned me up and comforted me. She talked to me about what had happened to me. She tried to convince me that it would get easier, if I wanted to continue having sex with males. I was not sure I ever wanted to have sex again as I suffered through the pain and cramps I was experiencing at that moment. Aunt Lora massaged my pussy with her hand until the throbbing subsided. The throbbing was replaced by a warm feeling that felt good. She saw the change in my face and knew I was starting to enjoy the way she was rubbing my pussy. When she kissed me on the mouth, I opened my mouth and allowed her to stick her tongue into my mouth. She was so gentle with me, and it felt good. When she started licking and kissing my body it felt so thrilling that I had a strong desire to do the same thing to her. When she kissed my pussy I loved her for doing it. She licked and kissed my pussy until I had the first cum I had ever had as a result of another person playing with me. That night I made love to her for the first time. Even though I had sex with other males after that, I found out that I preferred to have sex with women and other girls. It didn't take long before the word was spread that I was a dyke. I figured if I had the reputation I might as well accept it. I preferred to dress like a boy anyway. I eventually gave up trying to enjoy the company of males. When everyone assumed that I was a lesbian, girls would seek me out in private to find out what lesbian sex is all about. The mothers of some girls even invited me into their homes, and let me know that they were available. After finishing my story I gathered up the dishes and took them to the sink. When I returned to the dining table I stood behind Gina and placed my hands on her shoulders. I didn't have to bend over all that much to kiss her on the back of the neck. Gina's muscles constricted, but she made no effort to stop me. I placed a hand on the back of her neck, and turned her head towards me. She looked into my eyes as if to plead with me not to do this, but didn't say anything. I gently kissed her on the mouth. I waited for her to complain, but she kept quiet. I forced my tongue between her lips. She did relax her jaw, allowing my tongue to fight with her tongue. When I interrupted the kiss she complained, "You really shouldn't be doing this!" "Why should I, I have been dreaming of doing this for days now!" With that statement I slid my hands down the front of her chest and cupped her small breasts. She let out an audible moan as if she were surrendering to my desires. I took hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet. I led her down the hall until I smelled her perfume and body power coming from behind her bedroom door. I opened the door and guided her into her own bedroom. I made her sit on the side of her bed alongside of me. I hugged her and kissed her again. She sat there as if she didn't know what to do as I pushed her backwards onto the bed and helped her adjust her position until she was in the middle of the bed. I curled up alongside of her and leaned over her body, and kissed her on the mouth. I licked her lips until she stuck out her tongue. We licked each other's tongues. While we were kissing I placed my hand on her breasts. Her breasts were no more than a hand full. She put up a little resistance when I started pulling her breasts out of her dress. I stuck my hand down the front of her dress and pulled one of her tits out from under her bra. When I claimed her nipple with my mouth, Gina moaned and placed her hands on my short cropped red hair. She held me tightly against her breast while I sucked on her nipple. While I sucked, I slipped my hand down her body to the junction of her legs. I struggled to pull her dress up, and rubbed the moist crotch of her panties. Again she struggled to remove my hand from her crotch and admonished me saying, "It's not right for a young girl like you to seduce an older woman like me!" I toyed with her clit and labia after pulling the crotch of her panties to one side until she gave up, and spread her legs allowing me to do whatever I wanted. I made her sit up, so that I could pull her dress down to her waist, before reaching around her body to unhook her bra, and pull it free of her body. I spent a lot of time sucking and massaging her breasts. This time when I wanted to pull her dress from under her butt, she didn't resist, and even lifted her butt up to allow me to pull the dress down and free of her legs after removing her sandals. That left her sitting there in an old pair of comfortable panties. They had been washed so many times that the dark patch of pubic hair made a dark shadow at the crotch. I started pulling her panties off of her body. Gina didn't resist this time. When I got the panties free of her feet, I held the crotch under my nose. I inhaled the aroma of the crotch of her panties. I also got a whiff of the brown stain in the seat of her panties. Gina was embarrassed when she saw me smelling her panties. Just to convince her that I was in complete charge of her, I stuffed the panties into her mouth. She made no effort to remove the panties while I stuffed two fingers into her pussy, and finger fucked her until she was moaning into her gag. She was sweating by the time she had her first cum. While she lay there recovering, I removed my school clothes. It didn't take long before I was totally naked. I crouched over her body and buried my face in her pussy. The way I was crouching across her body she reached under my body, and started playing with my red haired pussy. I ate her pussy like a starving animal. She drove a couple of fingers up my pussy and fucked me just as fast as I was sucking her cunt. I slowly worked my body around until I could lift my inside leg and straddle her body. I worked to position my pussy as close to her head as possible. She lifted her head and lapped at my pussy. When my jaw would start hurting from holding my mouth open so that I could lick her pussy, I would sit up and grind my pussy and asshole onto Gina's face. I would smother her until she struggled to breathe. I would lean forward just enough to allow her to catch her breath before smothering her again. We spent half of the night sucking cunts over and over. I'm sure that I had five climaxes before I gave up and went to sleep hugging her. I suspect that Gina came as many times as I did. Gina was concerned that my grandmother would be upset that I was spending the night with her. I assured her that Grams knew that I was spending the weekend with her. Gina asked. "Do you think she knows what we have been doing?" I assured her not only did Grams know, she had suggested that I might be able to seduce her months ago. That piece of news was a little disturbing to Gina. She wanted to know why my grandmother would suspect that I could seduce her. I had to assure her that my grandmother was not judgmental. She loved me, and looked out for prospective sexual partners for me. In the morning the heat of the morning sun woke us up. There was that moment when we both were embarrassed by morning breath, but we got over it when we kissed each other. Then both of us had to answer natures call. Gina insisted that I pee first. When I finished, I called out for Gina to replace me on the porcelain throne. I didn't leave the bathroom when Gina came in to relieve herself. I stood there in front of her listening to the sound of splashing liquid. When she was finished I used the toilet paper to reach between her legs to wipe her pussy for her. We stood beside each other while she brushed her teeth, and I used mouthwash to clean my mouth. We didn't bother getting dressed. We spent the day in her bed making love. In the late afternoon my cell phone rang. When I answered the call it was Grams inviting us to come over to her home for dinner. I had to convince Gina to go next door with me, but she eventually joined me. Grams had set the table for us. She had made pot-roast, baked potatoes, green-beans and stewed carrots, along with a garden salad. She asked us if we had a good time. Gina was uncomfortable discussing what we had been doing or trying to lie about what we had been doing. I was the one that assured grandmother that we had a great time getting to know each other. After dinner I helped clear the table. I had to go home after dinner, so I left Gina talking to Grams. I suspected Grams would seduce her after I was gone. I kissed Gina on the mouth before I left, and I told her that I would see her as soon as I could. I made it a habit to visit her, a couple of times a week after that. One day when I was supposed to be in school I skipped school. I happened to stop by the local supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes. While I was casually exiting the store I was opening the pack of cigarettes when a hand rested on my shoulder. When I turned to see who was stopping me I was greeted by the sight of an attractive middle aged woman. She asked me if I would help her take her shopping carts to her car. I saw no reason not to oblige her. I took one of her two carts and followed her to a big Toyota SUV. I always laugh at the designation SUV, because these soccer mom vehicles would never see any dirt roads. She opened the vehicle with her remote, and we set about loading the contents of the carts into the vehicle. Before I could get away, she asked me, "Your name is Bobby, isn't it?" I had never seen this woman before, and I wondered how she knew who I was. "Yes." My daughter goes to school with you. Her name is Amy Rodgers." I knew who she was right away. Amy was the most popular girl in school. She was the leader of the group of girls that were the leaders of everything going on in school. She was purported to be dating the quarterback of the football team and he was the student body president. I was curious why Amy would even discuss me with her mother, let alone how she could identify me. She asked me, "Let me get rid of these carts and I would appreciate it if you would come home with me to help me get these bags into the house." I didn't have anything planned, and she was a sexy looking woman, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure!" Mrs. Rodgers pushed the two carts into the rack at the end of the parking lot. I walked around the car and opened the passenger door, and climbed up into the gray seat. When she entered the driver's side she fastened the seatbelt and inserted her key. I fastened my seatbelt too. She said, "I'm sorry I troubled you, and interrupted your lighting your cigarette. I would accept one if you offered." I pulled my new pack from my shirt pocket, and finished opening it. I pulled one up and took it out. I handed it to her, but she asked me to light it for her. I put it in my mouth and used a cheap disposable lighter to light it for her. I leaned over and put it in her mouth, while she kept both hands on the wheel. Then I did the same thing for myself. After I took a full drag I at least directed the smoke out the open window. I wanted to ask her how she knew who I was, but waited for her to broach the subject. Mrs. Rodgers took a drag and then put the cigarette between the fingers of her left hand as she exhaled. "I guess you're wondering how I knew who you are? Amy pointed you out to me one day while I was picking her up after school." "What did she say about me?" The woman smiled, "She indicated that you are the most visible dyke in school." In a small redneck town being a dyke does set you apart from the rest of the student body. Where most girls would be ashamed of that label, I wore it like a badge of honor. Knowing that the most popular girl in school had singled me out to her mother gave me a small measure of pride, but that left me with the question, why had Mrs. Rodgers asked me to help her? When we arrived at her home in the best section of town she simply used a remote to open the garage door. She drove right in and the door closed behind us. She pressed a button and the rear door opened. We carried the grocery bags through a door in the garage that led us past small a bathroom directly into the kitchen. We sat the bags down on the floor and returned to the car until it was empty. We spent a good half hour putting the groceries away. When we were done I was about to take my leave, but Mrs. Rodgers asked me to join her in a cool drink. I would turn down a cold drink. She opened us a couple of bottles of Smirnoff coolers. Mine was a strawberry flavored drink with a little bit of vodka. She took me by the hand and led me into a spacious family room. The bay window overlooked the back yard and a well-manicured lawn with a pool and dressing room. Mrs. Rodgers made a point to sit next to me on the couch. I was no fool I figured out that she wanted me to make a pass at her. I had admired her good looks, but now I sized up her appearance even more seriously. The skirt she was wearing was typical of most housewives in town, not too short or too long. Too short would look cheap on a woman her age, and too long would look like a religious evangelist that would believe in creationism against all the evidence science can muster. The blouse she had on was practical too. There were no dangling items that would get in the way of selecting groceries. It was loose enough to be cool while shopping, yet stylish. I had admired her breasts, because they were at least a C size, and I suspected that she didn't have a bra on. While I was admiring her physical appearance I reached out and stroked her hair. I got the response I was looking for. She placed her hand on my thigh. Of course I had on jeans, as usual. I took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand into my crotch. I held her wrist until she started stroking the material of my pants. When I felt assured that she was not going to reject my advances, I placed a hand on her left breast. Just as I had suspected there was no bra under the blouse. I could feel her nipple under my hand. With that I wrapped my other hand behind her neck, and pulled her head to my mouth. I opened my mouth, and she stuck out her tongue. We played with each other's tongues as we kissed each other passionately. She was just as anxious to get her clothes off as I was. I was not disappointed when I got a look at her naked body. I sat about sucking her breasts, while she struggled to get me out of my T-shirt and jeans. I went down on her and ate her pussy until she howled her approval as she had her first cum. We slowed down after that. She produced a long latex rubber dildo. I thought she was going to want me to insert one end into my pussy and the other end into her cunt, but that was not what she wanted. What she wanted was for me to insert one end into her asshole, and bend it in half and insert the other end into her cunt. Then she wanted me to take hold of the middle and fuck her vigorously. I was busy doing that while sucking on her tits. We were making so much noise we didn't hear the front door open. I was startled when I heard a gasp coming from behind me. When I looked, it was Amy standing in the open door. She looked shocked and whirled around and fled for parts unknown. That brought the sex with her mother to an end. I got dressed and went home. The next day at school I was concerned that Amy would be telling the story of me fucking her mother. It never occurred to me that it would be embarrassing to her to admit that her mother was fucking a girl. I didn't see her until close to the end of the day. We were walking in the same direction down the hall of the administration building. I quicken my pace to catch up with her. There was so much noise from all of the students rushing to their next class and talking to each other that I could talk to her without fear of being overheard. "Amy, I'm sorry that you saw what was going on yesterday!" Amy looked at me and said, "I was not surprised that much. I have witnessed her having sex with her other women friends. I just didn't expect to find her doing it with someone my age." "Do you want to get together after school to talk about it more?" Amy looked at me before responding. "Okay, meet me at my home after school!" We didn't say much more because we went in different directions for our next class. After school I caught the bus to take me across town to their neighborhood. I had to walk a couple of blocks to get to her home. Amy was waiting on the porch for me to arrive. She had her own car, and had arrived home long before I got there, with enough time to change clothes. After greeting me she led me into the family room, and offered me something to drink. When we settled down Amy told me all about her mother's proclivity to make love to several women. She told me that she had even seen her mother tongue fucking the assholes of more than a few women. I asked her why she was so disturbed when she saw me making love to her mother. Tears welled up in her eyes before Amy responded. "I was upset, because she has never even touched me in that way before. She rebuffs me any time I try to cuddle up with her. She has even slapped my face when I placed my hand on her tit. I don't understand why it is alright for her to let you fuck her, and it is wrong for me to want to do it to her!" I was stroking her hair while hugging her. She was crying while she was resting her head on my T- shirt covered breasts. I could feel her tears soaking my shirt. It was just too good to pass up. I started feeling her breasts. She didn't resist as I slipped my hand inside her blouse. I got my hand inside her bra and squeezed her nice breasts. We were kissing and licking each other's tongues like mad. Clothes were discarded quickly. I finger fucked her until she had a strong climax. That was only the start of the afternoon. We sucked each other's tits and ate pussies nonstop. Time meant nothing. It must have been a couple of hours later that she was lying on her back on the couch and I was crouched over her body head to toe. She was lapping at my red haired pussy, and I had my head between her legs sucking on her dark haired pussy, when the front door opened and her mother walked in on us. There was that pregnant moment where all three of us were shocked. I got off of Amy, and she sat up, with a look on her face that was pleading with her mother to understand. Her mother rushed to the couch and fell to her knees between Amy's legs, as she flung her arms around her daughter's body. They were both crying and kissing each other. I figured I was intruding on a private moment, so I gathered up my clothes, and made a quiet exit after getting dressed. The next day at school Amy found me, and told me all about the way her mother made up with her after I left. She insisted that I come home with her after school. For the first time in my life I got to make love to mother and daughter at the same time. My relationship with Amy didn't change publicly, because we didn't travel in the same crowd, and her friends would have been shocked to find out she was into lesbian sex. She still put up the front with her boyfriend publicly. He did break up with her within a year, because she was ignoring him more and more, to spend time with her mother and other women, including me. I was still seeing Gina regularly, so I didn't feel left out. One night I went to a party hosted by one of the punker girls. It was a mixed group. There was just about every boy and girl from school at the party. What made the party interesting to me was that the hostess had a cousin at the party. Her cousin was from a big city and college aged. She was the center of attention of every boy and girl at the party. She had thick dark hair flowing down her back all the way to her waist. She had on thick false eyelashes, thick red lips, and brown eyes. She had on a black plastic cocktail dress that was so short that it barely covered her butt, and the squared off top exposed a large amount of breasts. She was standing on platform plastic shoes that had heels at least six inches high with red soles. She had on dark nylons that the tops were hardly covered by her dress. She was definitely the center of attention. She was very flirtatious the way she smoked her cigarettes. She knew exactly what she was doing to all of the males there. All of the country boys were falling all over themselves trying to impress her. The girls were either jealous of all of the boys flirting with her, or trying to bask in her glory. It was obvious that she was deliberately flirting with all of the males, with no intention of rewarding any of these young teenagers with her favor. She was very clever about sending these sex hounds to get her something to drink, to shrug them off. She was not about to get too drunk, because she would pass each drink off to some other girl after tasting it. As it happens with most parties the party was broken up when a couple of guys got into a fight over her favor, in typical male testosterone show of their bravery. The result was the local deputy sheriff showed up to break up the party. I had been watching everything with a certain amount of amusement. I was not impressed with the arrival of the deputy, and hung around to clean up the full ashtrays, wash the half full glasses, and fill the trash barrels with empty beer cans and bottles. The house slowly emptied out leaving the hostess, her cousin, and me to finish cleaning up the spilt beer and put the furniture back in place. We had to open up the windows and door to air out the smell of beer and cigarette smoke. The hostess was exhausted and practically falling asleep on her feet. Her cousin helped her to her room and put her to bed fully clothed. When her cousin made her way back to the living room she offered me a drink and said, "I noticed you observing everything with an air of amusement all evening. My name is Maria, what is yours?" "I said, "Everyone calls me Bobby." She moved in so close to me that I could feel her breast pressing against my arm. "I take it that you are the local dyke. I enjoy teasing the local wood, but I prefer a wet tongue in my pussy more that some stiff cock that can't keep it up until I cum." GAWD, she was an expert at turning on both males and females. Just to test her statement I slipped my hand under her skirt and found her crotch. I was almost surprised to find that she didn't have panties on. Her pussy had a little pubic patch on her vulva. Maria spread her legs just to give me a little more room to feel her pussy. She also pressed her nice breasts against my body. I was looking down at the rose tattoo on the inside of her left breast, when she kissed me. We stumbled backwards until we came in contact with the couch. I had never met a girl better at kissing than her. It only required unzipping the back of her dress and a quick pull on the bottom of her dress up and over her head to get a look at all of her naked glory. I had never seen a better looking body. Her breasts were at least a C-size, and her areolas were large circles in brown. That dark patch of pubic hair was just above her exposed labia, and her labia were the same color of brown as her areola. When I knelt before her, she laced her fingers through my short red hair. I tongue fucked her until she let me know in sound and gesture that she had cum. I thought I was going to be the aggressor all of the way, but she pushed me away, so that she could undress me. She not only sucked tit, she ate my pussy like a pro. Just when I thought it was over, she pulled a strap-on dildo from her purse. I expected her to have me put it on to fuck her, but instead she stepped into the harness and buckled it on. She placed me on the couch and took hold of my ankles and rested them on her shoulders as she inserted it into my cunt. She fucked until I was nothing but a quivering nerve ending after three orgasms. I was sweating profusely by that time. I expected that it was over when she pulled the dildo out of my cunt, but she aimed it a little farther south and shoved it into my asshole. I could not believe she was fucking my asshole so wildly. By the time we were ready to call it a night I was exhausted. I definitely have to get her number. I want to visit her in the future. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.