Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 19:26:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Bad Girl (Lesbian/Beginnings,/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/gF) Warning: Beginnings, Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/gF 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. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Another Bad Girl By Jan I have to admit that I was always a bad girl, and was always attracted to bad girls. I was always getting in trouble with my parents for doing bad things with every girl I got my hands on. The spankings only made me more determined to hide my activities from them, and couldn't get away from them soon enough, because they belonged to an evangelical fundamental religious group that wanted women to dress plainly. By that, they wanted women to keep their hair up in tight braided buns on top of their heads, no makeup on, modest dresses with long sleeves, high necklines, long hemlines, and practical shoes. I thought they looked like the wives of those bigamist Mormons. I resented the way they wanted me to dress, and for all their pious talk about loving their neighbors, but in truth they never had a kind word for anyone. They expressed contempt for all minorities. Even those people they thought were righteous people, but were also referred to with the caveat that included a bias raciest or religious remark. The whole congregation couldn't even recognize their own hypocrisy. All I could do was rebel in little ways. For instance, I will never forget my first period. I woke up four months and three days after my eleventh birthday to find drying blood on the inside of my thighs and traces of blood on my nightgown. I panicked thinking something was wrong, and went running to my mother for help. My mother laid the guilt trip on me, by telling me that it was GOD's punishment for Eve committing the first sin by eating the forbidden fruit, and enticing Adam to eat the fruit too. All women are cursed with having to endure bloody discharge 14 times a year as a reminder of out guilt. She preached to me that from now on any sex with males would lead to be giving birth to a child. It disturbed me so much that I was even more withdrawn than ever. A friend of mine at school recognized my withdrawn behavior, and tried to comfort me. I eventually asked her if she had the woman's curse, and when she figured out what I was talking about us having periods. She assured me that she had started too, but she added that her mother could explain it better. Her mother showed me medical illustrations of the female reproductive organs, while she told me about the reproductive process. She assured me that it was not a curse, and it was a natural process of maturing into a woman. She assured me that sex was not a sin. In fact it was very enjoyable. That was the final disillusionment of my respect for my parents, and my mother particularly. I made friends at school with girls that felt sorry for me for the old fashioned way my parents made me dress, and would allow me to go to their home and change into some of their clothes before going to school. I would change back into my own clothes before returning home. If I confronted my parents by pointing out their hypocrisy I got my face slapped, and forced to confess my sins at the next prayer meeting. My further rebellious act was to start smoking behind their backs. Of course both of them smoked at least a pack of cigarettes a day, but they deemed it inappropriate for a girl my age to smoke. I was punished severely when they smelled the smoke on my clothes and breath. That led to me hanging out with a group of girls my parents would never approve of. The girls I started hanging out would be deemed disciples of the devil by my parents. They were even outcasts from the other boy hungry girl at school. They were the ones hanging out around the town's little run down park. They dressed in odd assortment of clothes, mostly in black. Lord knows how they managed to get tattooed so young, or how their parents put up with them coloring their hair with such strange colors. As a group they were known as "Punkers or Goths. The leader of the group, was named Stacie, and was a stocky girl with a face that only needed traces of a beard to complete the look of a man. Stacie found me amusing and took me under her wing. While in the park one afternoon she was standing behind me talking to me, when she kissed me on the neck and pulled up the front of my dress and started stuffing her hand down the front of my underpants I was wearing. She started stroking my pussy. I knew my parents would deem her activity as wickedly wrong, and I was going to hell, but it felt good, and I was out to defy my parents to the max. In total defiance of them, I invited Stacie to come home with me. My parents were at a loose for words when I introduced the teenager, dressed in a black leather motorcycle jacket, black leather pants looked and smelled like she had lived in them for months. Her hair was cropped in a Mohawk that was dyed purple. Her head had tattoos of a lightning-bolt on either side of her head, and a spider web on the side of her neck. The look on my parent's faces was priceless, when I kissed Stacie on the mouth, and took hold of her hand and placed it between my legs. Their faces turned blood red, when I actually humped her hand and forearm. My father could barely contain himself as he screamed for me to get my sinful body out of their house, and never darken their door again. My mother broke down sobbing as she followed me to my room, and helped me put my belongings in a bag. I didn't pack much, because I had no intention of wearing any of the dresses they had forced me to wear. Even Stacie was shocked by the way I had behaved. She didn't have much to say as we exited my home for the last time. There was nothing for her to do but take me home to meet her mother. Stacie's mother was a full figured woman with a wide face and jowls of a 40 plus year-old, hard working woman, named Wilma. At least she welcomed me into her home, with the promise that I would be like a daughter to her. Those words turned out to be prophetic. Stacie took me to her bedroom and made space for my clothes. She announced that we had time to get to know each other better before dinner. I didn't understand what she was alluding to, but she began to remove her clothes. I sat on the side of her bed watching, as she removed boots and leathers. While she removed her underwear, I studied the tattoos on her body. She had a colorful portrayal of a pretty girl with long dark hair on the side if her thigh. When I asked about that tattoo, she told me that was the first woman that had fucked her. I wanted to ask her more about the woman, but was distracted by the rest of her body. While she had been removing her T-shirt I had noticed that she had dark hairy armpits, and her vulva was also covered with an abundant amount of dark pubic hair. Her breasts were heavy with almost brown large areolas and plump nipples. She had thick thighs, and the inner thighs were discolored from constant friction. When she was totally naked, she pulled me to my feet and started to remove my clothes. I was wearing one of those granny dresses my mother insisted on making me wear. I was also wearing a full slip without a brassiere granny panties, and comfortable shoes with ankle nylons. When she had me completely naked she pushed me onto her bed, and mounted me. I had never been naked with another person before, and it was thrilling to have her face over mine. I could feel her breath on my face, and smell the odor of tobacco on her breath, and the smell of old leather all over her body. I forgot all about her foul breath, when she began kissed me with tongue. She forced her knee between my legs, and started rubbing her thigh against my pussy. I just surrendered to my sexual desire when the bedroom door opened, and Wilma poked her head in. "Girls diner is ready!" She closed the door without so much as commenting on what we were doing, as she closed the door behind her. I was mortified at the prospect of facing Wilma. I was sure she would kick me out of her home. Stacie got off of me and took me by the hand, and headed for the door. I balked at the prospect of exiting the bedroom in the nude. She simply told me, "Don't worry about it! Mother will enjoy seeing us naked!" Her statement came as such a surprise that I didn't resist as she led me down the hall to the dining room. Wilma was as casual about our nudity as she had been when she invited us to dinner. She even complemented me on what a pretty body I had. I couldn't even look at her, as I thanked her. I could hardly eat anything. Stacie wasn't disturbed at all. She ate her food quickly, because she wanted to get back to her bedroom. When we were back in her bedroom she put me on her bed and mounted me. She rubbed my pussy and played with my little tits. She even ate my pussy. It thrilled me beyond belief. Having experienced my first orgasm I was thrilled at doing to her. As she rolled over and pulled me on top of her, she pushed on my shoulders letting me know that she wanted me to make love to her. As my head reached her tits I sucked on the right nipple with a tattoo than made her areola the center of a flower. The side of her body was covered with a very colorful floral display. When she grew impatient for me to get down to her crotch she pushed me down harder. She also had a stainless steel U bolt piercing her belly button. Below her belly button it wasn't much farther before a tail of hair led to a thick patch of dark pubic hair covered her vulva. Sticking out of the fold of her vagina was large clitoris that looked like a little penis. The folds of her labia minor were also pierced with more steel bolts. I wondered if it would hurt her if I were to pull on them. She assured me that I could pull on them. I stretched her labia open and looked into her vagina all the way to her cervix. While I was looking at her cunt she peed in my face. Her crotch smelled strong of a musky odor, and leather from her pants. She didn't wear panties. There was also the odor of her urine coating her pubic hair. I was debating about licking her pussy when she grabbed two hands full of my hair and pulled my face against her cunt. There was nothing to do but start licking her pussy. She rubbed my face roughly against her cunt until my face was raw from her coarse pubic hair. She cried out, "That's my girl, your making me cum!" . We slept naked with each other every night. She helped me select clothes at a War Surplus store that had me dressing Gothic too. She also had me making love to her other girls too. One afternoon I was home alone with her mother, and we were talking. She asked me if I really like the way Stacie treated me. I assured her that I loved her and would do anything to please her. . Stacie's mother took me into her arms and kissed me on the mouth, as she led me to her bedroom. She quickly had me out of my leather pants and black T- shirt before she removed her own clothes. I was impressed with her body. She had long auburn hair and her breasts sagged appropriately for a woman her age. Her areolas were a rich looking brown and her crotch was shaved, and the labia was a grayish color. The only tattoo on her body was the red lips and tongue of the Rolling stones first tour. She smoked too. By that time I was openly smoking too, so I didn't mind the smell of stale smoke clinging to her body. I sucked on her tits as long as she wanted. When she asked, I went down on her and ate her pussy until she started telling me, "Oh... my GAWD I'm cumming!" When she recovered she got on top of me and sucked and chewed on my little tits until I was driven to distraction, and begged her to eat my pussy. She surprised me by turning me over and pulling me to my knees with my butt up in the air. She ate my pussy and tongue fucked my asshole until I was crying through an orgasm. When I recovered I thought it was over, but she produced two big dildos. She fucked my pussy and asshole with them until I passed out. From that day on whenever Stacie wanted to fuck another girl I slept with her mother. With the passage of time I also got tattoos. On one thigh was Stacie's portrait and on the other thigh was her mother with her long auburn hair flowing down my thigh. I was a willing sex slave to the two of them. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.