Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 14:57:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bonnie Granny (lesbian/adult youth, oral F/g, F/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman
a girl, and women.  If this type of content offends
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Bonnie Granny

By
Jan

	I was just coming home from bible study at
Saint Thomas Catholic Church on a Monday
afternoon, when my neighbor's daughter met me as I
parked my car in the driveway.  Mary Ann was the
ten-year-old daughter of my next door neighbor.
She always looked upon me as practically another
grandmother.

	I am a 61-year-old widowed grandmother with
five children and 14 grandchildren.  Like a lot of
Irish-American Catholics, I had married young to a
nice guy 12 years older than me.  I had 3 daughters
and 2 sons.  My husband passed away fairly young as
a result of his way of life.  He worked hard, but
drank and smoked too much.  It was a tossup if his
liver or lungs would take him first.  My family has
been scattered across the country looking for
gainful employment.  Only one daughter lives in the
same state now.  Being a healthy woman, I've kept
myself busy working for my parish.  I have served as
secretary, treasurer, and Council President for the
Parish Council.  Everyone in our small town had called
upon me to babysit for their children.  Not that I
am all that religious, or righteous.

	After my husband's death I had some sexual
liaisons with married men and even some women.  As
I matured my sex drive diminished some.  For more
than a decade my sexual outlet has diminished to an
occasional masturbation while having lascivious
fantasies.  I was at an age where I felt comfortable
with my sex life.  I was able to talk to anyone about
sex without feeling guilty or self-righteous.  I was
happy to live and let live.

	I find it humorous today when political parties
try to legislate morality, and condemn fellow
politicians, while being guilty of the same
transgressions.

	Mary Ann is a sweet young girl whose, family is
also Mexican-American Catholics.  She is at that
stage of development that makes her all legs and
arms.  That doesn't distract from her attractiveness
at all.  Her skin is a delicious brown, without a mark
on it.  Her hair is a satiny shoulder length and raven
black.  Her eyes are a cow like brown.  She has a
very toothy smile that is very attractive.  When you
look at her you can't help but feel that she is very
innocent.  I always picture her in her white first
communion dress.

	When I got out of my car, she asked me if she
could stay with me this evening, because her parents
had to rush across town to take her grandmother to
the hospital.  Of course I was happy to look after
her.  I had done so for years.  She didn't ask to help
carry my groceries into the house, she just pitched
in and gathered up grocery bags and followed me
into my house.

	After we put away my groceries I made us ice-
cream floats, and we sat down at my dinette table.
I commented, "I haven't seen you outdoors for a
couple of weeks.  What have you been doing lately?"

	Mary Ann lowered her head and said, "I have
been grounded for a couple of weeks."

	"Oh...What did you do, to get in trouble?"

	Mary Ann cast her eyes downward and actually
blushed before answering, "Mom caught me doing
something nasty."

	"What on earth did you do, honey?"

	There was a long pause before she answered
the question.  "Mom caught me on the living room
sofa with my hand inside the panties of my Gwen, my
best friend.  She flew into a rage, and sent her home
before she told me what I did was sinful.  Then she
told me that I was restricted to my room when not
at school for at least two weeks, and could never be
alone with anyone!"

	I was intrigued by the thought of this young
girl playing with the pussy of her young friend.
"Why were you playing with Gwen?"

	"I don't know...we have been playing with each
other for...awhile.  It was fun doing it to each
other." Mary Ann said.

	I knew the pleasure she was trying to describe
because I had experienced the same type of sexual
discovery.  The thought having sex with a young girl
was enough to make my panties wet.  The trick was
finding out if she would be willing to have sex with a
woman old enough to be her grandmother.  I assured
her, "Honey...you don't need to feel guilty about what
you did.  Almost every girl experiments sexually with
other girls long before they do with boys!"

	Mary Ann said, "Mom was very angry with me,
and told me it was shameful to do what I was doing!"

	I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and
comforted her.  "I suspect she was feeling guilty
about her own conduct as a youngster, and
reflecting her own mother's reaction to her sexual
activities."

	She looked at me and asked, "Do you really
think she did the same thing as a girl that I did to
Gwen?"

	I said, "I can't say for sure that she did or not.
All I can is that from all studies on the subject
indicate that almost every girl has indulged in lesbian
sexual activities before and after puberty.  Speaking
for myself, I had sex with several girls when I was
even younger than you!"

	That got Mary Ann's interest right away.  "Did
you really?"

	"Honey I have had sex with girls and woman all
of my life!  Now that my children are grown and
living on their own, and my husband has passed away
I have been having sex with only women!" I said.

	Mary Ann thought about what I had said
before she asked, "Did you have sex with women
even after you were married?"

	I was stroking her arm as I prepared to
respond.  "Yes baby...the family that lived in your
home when my children were young had children the
same age as mine.  The woman of the house was my
age, and her name was Helen.  We would get our
husbands off to work, and then we would get our
kids off to school.  After we made the beds, started
the washing and cleaned the dishes we would get
together for coffee.  We discovered that we had a
lot in common when it came to sexual liaisons with
females before marriage.  We would get together at
each other's home regularly and have sex with each
other.  It only ended when her husband lost his job
and they had to relocate to start work in another
location."

	Mary Ann was fascinated with my account.  At
that moment we heard her parent's car pull into
their driveway.  I figured that it was the right time
to end the discussion.  I figured if she was
interested in the subject she would bring it up at
some future date.

	I didn't see Mary Ann for a couple of days.
One afternoon while I was puttering around in my
front yard after carrying in my trash cans after the
trash truck picked up the trash Mary Ann's mother,
Etta Isabella, called out to me across the driveway.
She invited me over for a cup of coffee.  I accepted
even though I knew I was sweaty and smelled like
grass.  I crossed over to her yard while brushing off
grass and dirt.  We entered the back door directly
into the breakfast nook.  She had me sit at the
breakfast table while she got our coffee.  There was
already sugar, artificial sweetener, and artificial
creamer on the table.  She returned with two mugs
with spoons in them along with an almost full coffee
urn.  She filled our cups, and I quietly sweetened my
cup to taste while I waited for her to get around to
the subject that was on her mind.

	Finally Etta said, "I caught Marry Ann sticking
her finger in her friend, Gwen's pussy.  I punished
her by grounding her for a couple of weeks, but I
think she will continue to behave like that!  What
can I do?"

	I had to say something, "Etta, I don't know
what to tell you.  As far as I know it is very common
for girls to experiment sexually with their
girlfriends before they discover boys.  Of course I
can't speak for you, but I was checking out the
crouches of neighbor girls when I was even younger
than Mary Ann.  I still got married fairly young and
raised five great children."

	There was a quick flush cross her face that
indicated that she had a moment of reflection of
her own childhood behavior.  She quickly recovered
her composure.  "What do you think I should do?"

	I paused as if in reflection, "Over reaction to a
natural curiosity could make the forbidden taboo
aspect of lesbian sex all the more intriguing.  I
suspect that if you don't make an issue about it, she
will probably start getting interested in boys in
three or four years."

	Etta thought about that comment carefully
before saying anything.  She probably decided to
agree with my assessment of the situation.  She did
ask me to keep an eye on Mary Ann.  I assured her
that I would do my best.

	The next day Mary Ann showed up at my door,
with the statement that her mother had told her to
come to my house right after school.  I was leading
her to my backyard, and offered to her iced tea.
She accepted, so I filled us a couple of glasses.  We
settled down in chairs under the covered patio to
enjoy the cold tea in the afternoon heat.  Mary Ann
asked me to tell her about my first sexual
relationship with another girl.

	I had to think back to my childhood, and put
my thoughts together.  I told her about my
childhood best friend, and us getting taught about
sex by the teenage girl that babysat for us when we
were about 8-years-old.  I told her about the girl
teaching us to play with each other's pussy and hers
too.  She was in her teens and had nice breasts and
hair on her pussy, just like our mothers.  When we
got used to playing with her pussy, she let us suck
her breasts.  She eventually taught us to lick and
suck pussy.  My friend and I really liked doing that
to each other.

	The fact that I had started a couple of years
before she had started playing with Gwen impressed
her.  She wanted to know more about what we did.
All she had done to that date was to kiss each other
and rub each other's nipples and pussies.  I told her
how exciting it was for us to perform oral sex lick
and suck each other's pussies.  That got her
attention.  She wanted to know all about what it was
like.  I took that opportunity to lightly run my
fingertips lightly down her far arm.  There was a
physical reaction on the surface of her skin, but she
didn't make an effort to move or object to my
touch.  While I was describing how our babysitter
had taught us about sucking her breasts and sucking
her pussy I slipped my hand into her lap, so that I
could stroke her little vulva through her dress.  Her
breathing was quick and shallow, but she didn't
resist.

	That empowered me even more.  I used my
other hand to unbutton the top of my dress.  I
reached inside my dress and pulled out one of my
tits from under the big cup of my DD bra.  Mary
Ann's eyes were glued to my big tit, with the large
round pink areola and the fat nipple.  I took hold of
her hand and placed it right over my areola.  I felt
her hand squeeze my tit.  I placed my hand around
her neck and pulled her head and pulled her head
towards my breast.  She opened her mouth as she
moved her hand to the outside of my breast so that
she could take the nipple into her mouth.  I stroked
her lovely black hair while I continued to stroke her
crotch.

	I started working her dress up her thighs until
her dress was well above her waist.  Her well worn
cotton panties were fully exposed.  I slipped my hand
down the front of her panties.  Her smooth skinned
vulva was a thrill to feel under my fingers.  Her skin
was already moist.  She moaned when my finger
slipped into the crack and touched her little clit.  I
masturbated her until she quivered through a climax.

	While she was recovering I took the
opportunity to kneel on the floor in front of the
sofa to position myself between her legs.  I pulled
her panties out from under her little butt, and free
of her legs.  I set about proving to her that I had
not lied about sucking pussy.  Mary Ann was uttering
little animal sounds of pleasure as I set about bring
brought her to another climax with my tongue.  She
had started with her legs spread wide, but before
long she had placed her legs around my head and her
heels were resting on my back.  She was shaking her
head back and forth wildly causing her hair to fly
around t time covering her face, and strands of her
hair were caught in her mouth.  She had hold of my
head with her fingers locked through my hair.
There were times she was trying to push my head
away, and other times when she was pulling my head
tightly against her pussy.  When she started to cum
again she started kicking my back with her heels
hard enough to leave bruises.

	When she calmed down I sat back down beside
her, and took her into my arms as I kissed her
passionately.  I knew she could smell and taste her
own pussy juices all over my face.  I wanted her to
get used to the smell and taste.  I wanted her to
want to return the favor as soon as she was ready.
GAWD...she was so sexy looking, there with her
clothes in disorder.  She was all over me.  She was
returning kiss for kiss.  She started feeling my tits
again.  I lifted my butt high enough to be able to
reach under my dress and pull my thin rayon panties
down.  As soon as I got them below my knees I
kicked them off.

	Almost as soon as my panties were free of my
hips, Mary had her hand on my crotch.  My blonde
pubic hair is so pale that they are almost invisible to
the eye.  She was running the hairs through her
fingers, creating little ringlets.  My clitoris does
protrude beyond my pussy opening.  It is almost
covered with my labia hood.  When Mary Ann
touched my clit it was like an electrical shock.  She
toyed with my clit for a little while, before she
moved her head in close enough to feel the humid air
around my pussy.  She breathed deeply to inhale the
fragrance of my moist pussy, before she took my
clit into her mouth and suckled on it like it was one
of my tit's nipples.  I was well pleased with her
efforts, and came in her mouth, providing her with
ample pussy juice to savor.  I saw to it that she was
clean and smelling of nothing but soap when I let her
dress and go home.

	Mary Ann spent as much time as she could with
me after that.  She even brought her friend Gwen
over to my house.  Gwen was very different from
Mary Ann.  She was a slender girl with platinum hair,
and bone chine white skin.  Her little nipples and
vagina opening were just as pink.  I enjoyed watching
the two girls making love to each other almost as
much as sucking their pussies.  While they were
kneeling between the legs of each other sucking
pussy, I added a new twist by getting behind them
and licking their assholes.  After they got over the
reluctance to put their mouths on an asshole they
became little animals when it came to sex.  I was
having so much fun I almost forgot about the risk I
was running.

	One morning while the girls were in school,
there was a knock on my back door.  When I
checked through the window in the door, it was Mary
Ann's mother, Isabella.

	I was apprehensive about opening the door.  I
figured that she had gotten wise to what I was
doing with Mary Ann.  When I opened the door
Isabella's face was one of concern, rather than
anger.  I led her to the dinette, and asked her if she
would like a cup of coffee.  She accepted, as she sat
down with her back to the wall.  I got a couple of
coffee mugs and my 12 cup coffee urn, while I
pondered what was on her mind.

	I couldn't help but find her attractive.  She
had a thick head of black hair that was almost an
afro.  She had thick eyebrows.  There was a natural
darkness about her eyes that could sparkle with
humor just as quickly light up with the fire of anger.
She must have had a stunning body when she was a
teenager, but child birth and time had added at
least 40 pounds to her body.  Her breasts had also
gained weight too, and they were every bit as large
as my own.  She still had a waistline because her hips
had expanded too.  When she crossed her legs I
admired her thick brown legs.

	I poured our coffee without comment.  I
figured it was wise to let her start the conversation.
After she sweetened her coffee to taste she held
the warm mug in both hands to take a sip.  When she
lowered her hands she said, "Bonnie...I think Mary
Ann is still having sex with her friend Gwen!  I don't
know what to do about it!  Can you give me some
advice?"

	I deliberately took a long sip of coffee, before
saying anything.  "Isabella, I am not the best person
to give advice about the conduct of young girls!  My
advice is to do and say nothing.  I suspect almost
every girl explores sex with their friends first.
Most of them become boy crazy before they enter
puberty."

	"Do you think that it is just a phase that she is
going through?" she asked.

	"I can't speak for every girl, honey.  All I can
tell you is that I sucked a lot of pussies before I got
married."  I left out that I continued sucking pussies
after marriage.

	Isabella's face relaxed, "I guess you are right.
I dabbled in a little lesbian sex with a few females
through my teens too."

	Hearing her admission, gave me hope that I
could reactivate her interest in pussy.  I picked up
my mug and the urn and said, "Honey...why don't we
take this into the family room, where we can be
more comfortable.  She picked up her mug and
followed me.

	The family room was not only cooler, and it had
a nice view through the French sliding doors to the
back yard.  The yard was screened in with a water
fountain to make the back yard restful to be in and
look at.  I directed her to the love seat sectional
facing the backyard.  I warmed our mugs up, and
placed the urn on the glass coffee table.  We tasted
our coffee after sweetening them.  I turned to face
Isabella and asked her, "Tell me more about how you
got introduced to female sex?"

	Isabella said, "I have never discussed this with
anyone!  When I was growing up, there was a girl
that must have been a nymphomaniac.  She had sex
with every boy and girl in the neighborhood.  I am
not even sure how old I was the first time she
showed me her pussy, and talked me into showing her
mine.  She taught me about masturbation and
sucking pussy."

	"Did what she taught you bother you?"

	"Didn't until my mother caught us.  She beat
me until my butt was flaming red.  She accused me
of being a pervert, and told me that I would go to
hell if I kept doing that kind of stuff."

	"Did that stop you from playing around?" I
asked.

	"It frightened me for awhile, but my friend
and I started doing it again, when we could find a
place we felt we wouldn't get caught."  She thought
for a moment before she decided to tell me.

	While she had been talking I had sat my cup
down and moved close to her.  Our thighs were
touching, and I slipped my right arm around her
shoulders as if I were comforting her.

	Isabella made up her mind, and continued with
her story. "When I was in junior high school, I guess
I was about 12 or 13-years-old at the time, our
school had us all selling candy bars to raise money to
support our school music department.  Each candy
bar was about a quarter pound of chocolate molded
into four rectangles covered with white plastic
wrappers.  There were 25 bars to a box.  I started
canvassing the homes around my neighborhood.  I
must have worked a five square block area.  Most of
the housewives could not refuse a girl's sales pitch
unless they had committed to buying candy from one
of my classmates."

	"I was doing pretty good selling my candy, until
I came to an apartment about five blocks from my
home.  When I knocked on the door it took awhile
before someone answered the door.  I made my
normal sales pitch to the woman.  She said, "You're
lucky that you caught me home.  I work nights.  Why
don't you come in and tell me about this?"

	"I didn't even think about it as I entered her
house.  I did notice the way she looked and the way
she was dressed.  She had dark brown hair that was
brushed back like the women wore in the early
fifties.  She didn't have any makeup on.  She had on
tennis shoes, navy blue slacks and a long sleeve light
blue gingham blouse.  I didn't think the way she was
dressed was strange at all.  She had me sit down on
her small sofa to tell her about why I was selling
candy.  After I gave her my best speech she placed
her arm around my shoulders and said, "Honey, for a
kiss from a sweet thing like you I would buy a whole
box of candy!"

	"I couldn't refuse such an offer.  When she
kissed me she took me in her arms and she planted a
kiss on me like my girlfriend and I did before we
finger fucked each other.  That was all she did
though.  When the candy arrived I don't know if I
deliberately saved her box to the last or not.  I
delivered all of the candy to all of the other
customers before I took her box to her house.
When she let me in she gave me the money first, and
then offered to share a candy bar with me.  When I
accepted she asked if I would like milk or a soft
drink with the candy.  Of course I chose a coke.
When we were back on her sofa she broke a candy
bar in half.  While I was eating she asked me if I
like the way she kissed me the last time.  I admitted
that I did like it.  She was dressed very much like
the last time.  She wrapped an arm around me and
while she kissed me, she placed her right hand on my
thigh just below the hem of my dress.  I got that
tingly feeling between my legs.  I placed my hand on
her chest as if to push her away but my hand was
right on her breast.  She did not have a bra on
because I could feel her nipple poking the palm of
my hand.  I was about to pull my hand away when she
removed her hand from my thigh and placed it over
the top of my hand holding my hand in place.  She
was also forcing her tongue between my lips and
teeth.  I gave up struggling.  This time when she
placed her hand on my thigh, and she ran her hand
right up my leg to my moist rayon panties.  It felt
thrilling."

	While she was relating her story I was
reaching across her body and running my fingernails
lightly up and down her bare arm.  When she was
getting to this part of her story I drew my
fingernail from her arm across the outside of her
breast.  Her breathing became shallow as I drew
circles around the outline of her large areolas, and
with each circle I reduced the radius until I was
touching her nipple.  Isabella went on with her story,
with bated breath.

	"When the woman had her hand in my panties,
and was sure I was not going to object, she opened
her blouse with her free hand, and put my hand
inside her blouse.  Now I had my hand on her flesh.
I could feel hairs ringing her areolas.  It made my
mouth dry feeling her soft breast.  She eventually
sat back and removed her blouse.  I noticed that her
she had dark hairs on her arms.  She had a lot of
hair under her armpits, and even had a few hairs
between her breasts.  There was a thin trail of hair
running down the middle of her body, disappearing
into her blue slacks.  I didn't stop playing with her
tits because that was the first time I had ever had
the opportunity to get my hands on a grown woman's
breasts.  I found it fascinating that she had long
hairs ringing her areolas."

	"She started pulling my jersey tank top out of
my skirt and pulled it over my head.  She seemed to
really like the look of my small breasts.  She played
with them and sucked on them.   It was thrilling
beyond belief.  She eventually sat up, and I felt the
cooling effect of the air on my wet nipples.  She
pulled my head towards one of her breasts.  I
opened my mouth and started sucking on one of her
nipples.  I could feel the hair with my tongue."

	While Isabella was talking I unbuttoned the
front of her dress and slipped my hand under her
bra.  I also leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.
She stopped talking long enough to return the kiss.
She even helped unbutton the bodice of the dress to
give me full access to her breasts.  I pulled her
dress off of her shoulders, and she pulled her arms
out of the short sleeves.  While she reached behind
her back to unhook the bra I pulled the bra free of
those beautiful breasts.  They were a golden brown
with large chocolate colored areolas.  The nipples
were large and plump, they just begged to be sucked.
While I sucked on her nipples, she went on with her
story.

	She stroked my hair while she talked.  "The
woman had me stand up long enough to remove my
shirt and panties.  She was very complimentary
about the beauty of my body.  Her hands were like a
cool breezy fluttering over the skin of my butt and
thighs.  I had a patch of black hair on my vulva,
much smaller than it is now.  I could not believe it
when she sat on the edge of the sofa, and clung to
my hips as she kissed and licked my pussy.  When I
felt unstable she laid me on the sofa with my head
resting on the arm of the sofa.  She sucked my
pussy until I had just about the strongest climax of
my life."

	While I lay there recovering, she stood up and
removed her shoes and socks before she unfastened
her slacks.  She pulled them down and stepped out
of them.  I had never seen a woman that didn't shave
their legs before.  She had long hairs all over her
legs.  She had on light colored panties on.  I could
see the dark straight parch of pubic hairs through
the panties.  She bent over and pulled the panties
down with her back to me.  Her skin was a pale
white.  As she pulled the panties down I saw the
dark hairs around her asshole.  The hair covered her
vulva.  It reminded me of an upside down hairy
exclamation mark.  Even the backs of her legs were
hairy.  I found her very erotic.  I had no idea what a
dyke was, but she was definitely the picture of a
dyke."

	By that time I had started pulling her dress
down to get to her pussy.  She lifted her butt up and
pulled her dress down and kicked it free of her feet.
She had on nice looking lace panties that hid
everything but hinted at the treasure underneath.  I
stuffed my hand in her panties, and found that she
was unshaven.  She moaned when I found her clit,
but continued talking.

	"She pulled me up and she reclined in the
opposite direction.  As she rested her head on the
other arm of the sofa, she flung her inside leg over
the back of the back of the sofa.  I knew what she
wanted.  I bent down and parted her pussy with my
fingers before putting my head close enough to smell
her wet pussy.  Her pubic hair reeked of her
womanly aroma.  To work up the nerve to taste her
pussy I started kissing and licking the insides of her
thighs, working my way up to her hairy cunt.  She
extolled the virtues of my lovemaking.  My face was
covered with her pussy juices from my forehead to
my chin by the time she had her first cum."

	Taking my cue I knelt between her marvelous
thighs and started sucking her black bush and
tongue fucking her cunt.  She stroked my hair while
I ate her pussy.

	She told me, "The woman pulled me on top of
her body while she licked the pussy juice from my
face.  She lifted her arms one at a time and
directed my head to her armpits.  I smelled the
strong odor, and couldn't resist licking her hairy
armpits.  I got dressed and went home after that.
The woman invited me to visit anytime.  I had sex
with her for more than a year after that at least a
couple of times a month."

	She had a strong climax while I was sucking
her pussy.  We lounged around naked for awhile.  We
had another cup of coffee before she started
feeling my large soft breasts.  Of course my pubic
hair was nothing like hers or the woman she had
been talking about.  I can say that after sucking her
pussy that my own pussy was wet with frothy cum.
She seemed to enjoy renewing her lesbian side.

	When we had to get dressed before Mary Ann
was due home after school, she did feel a certain
amount of guilt.  She pleaded with me not to reveal
what she had told me about her past, or what we
had just done.  I was amused at the idea that I was
having sex with mother and daughter.  As I walked
her to the back door I stopped her and kissed her
passionately on the mouth and cupped her pussy
through her dress and promised to keep our secret
if she promised to continue visiting me.  She actually
blushed, but kissed me again.

	We were having sex with each other for
several months.  While we were resting on top of my
bed after a satisfying morning of oral sex she was
resting her head on my tit, and looking up at the
ceiling, when she said, "I hate to admit that I have
been having sexual fantasies about Mary Ann and
Gwen!  I could not bring myself to have incestuous
sex with my daughter, but seeing her girlfriend has
me dreaming about sucking her pussy."

	I suggested that if she let Gwen know about
her feelings she might be willing to have sex with
you.  I left her to think about that without telling
her that I was fucking both girls.

	The next time Gwen came by for some fun, I
told her about Isabella's desire.  She was thrilled
about the idea.  She went out of her way to be alone
with Isabella until Isabella made a pass at her.  I'm
sure they both enjoyed themselves.



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