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Beginnings, oral f/F
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Awakening Summer
By
Jan
It looked like it was going to be another boring summer. My mother had divorced my father for cheating when I was just starting school, and Mother had very little higher education, so the best she could do was work as a clerk in a grocery store. That restricted our spendable income. There was no way I was going to get to go to summer camps.
We lived in a cheap neighborhood. The best housing we could afford was an old motel that had been turned into apartment living with long term leases. The best I could look forward to during the summer was the company of an old senior citizen that long years of smoking had left her with a bad case of emphysema. She had a hard time even walking to a local Laundromat.
I was a small girl for my age. I was a sophomore in high school, but I wasn't even five-foot tall, and only 92 pounds. I was a brunette with brown eyes. I had a figure appropriate for my size. Being so small my breasts were above average, but buying my clothes in the junior section didn't draw attention to them. In fact I could still get into the movies as a minor, and had a hard time getting into movies reserved for fourteen and older.
Because we were forced to live on the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak, I didn't bring school friends home with me. Spending so much time by myself, I spent a lot of time masturbating.
The turnover in occupancy in the apartments was pretty rapid. One summer day a new woman moved into one of the vacant apartments. She was a tall blonde, with an impressive figure. She dressed sexily if not cheap looking. I didn't pay much attention to her at first.
I noticed that she went to work after dinner every night, except for Sundays and Mondays. I sometimes stayed up late at night watching movies on TV as a result I also noticed that she didn't get home until almost 3:00 am every morning. I mildly wondered what kind of work she did, but didn't care all that much.
Being a small community of 20 units, the favorite pastime for all old retirees is gossip. From the old lady that was supposed to keep an eye on me while Mother worked, I learned that the blonde was named Freda. She was reputed to be Swedish, and the most interesting rumor was that she worked at a lesbian bar, called "The IF Club."
I had heard rumors at school about this or that girl being lesbians or, worse yet, a dyke. I found the idea that we had a lesbian living next door titillating. I started thinking about her while masturbating. After Mother went to work, I even heard a headboard thumping against our common wall, and heard the deep throated moans of women. I even saw a couple of different women leaving her apartment a few times.
She made a habit of sleeping until almost noon every day. She would sunbathe in shorts and halters for an hour or so every day. That was my opening, I started joining her. The first thing I did was to select a chaise lounge next to her, and introduce myself. She was casual about telling me her name, with a pronounced Swedish accent. She was not interested in a casual conversation, so I didn't press my luck.
As the days passed she warmed up to me. I noticed that the roots of her hair were darker. She obviously bleached her hair, and it looked like a lion's mane. She confessed to me that as a girl her hair had been platinum. When she reached puberty it had darkened. Being such a tall women her breasts matched her size. I learned that she was a 40 DD, 28, and 38. She had long, strong legs. When I asked her what she did for a living, she casually said, "I am a barmaid," without elaboration.
I also told her that I envied her figure, because no one believes me when I tell them that I am almost 16-years-old. For the first time Freda looked at me with interest. I'm sure she thought I was much younger. There was nothing said that day. The next day after we had sunned ourselves for an hour or so, Freda invited me into her apartment for a cool drink. I was thrilled at the prospect of being alone in her company.
She had the window cooler working full blast. She had me take a seat on the sofa, while she went into the kitchenette to retrieve soft drinks. When she returned she tucked one long leg under the other as she sat down facing me. After we had sipped our drinks, she asked me, "What have you heard about me?"
I didn't want to admit that I had heard that she was a lesbian. I simply said, "I heard that you work in a bar someplace."
Freda smiled, "You haven't heard that I am a lesbian from any of the old bitches around here?"
I blushed instantly, "I did hear rumors about that."
Freda chuckled, "Were you attracted to me because you heard that I am a lesbian?"
"I guess so!" I admitted.
Freda placed an arm around my shoulders and bent down and kissed me on the lips. Just feeling her touch was enough to send a chill through my body, but actually feeling her lips on mine set my pussy to tingling. I tilted my head back as she kissed me, and allowed her to stick her tongue into my mouth. I simply moaned into her mouth.
I placed my hand on her breast encased in the simple halter. I was amazed at how firm her tit was. Freda's kiss became even more demanding. She used her right hand to feel my breasts. As I said they were much smaller than hers, but were large for the size of my body. My halter top came off the junior miss rack, so my tits did strain the seams of the halter, but also pressed them against my body hiding just how large they were. She had to struggle to wedge her big hand into the halter to feel my tits. She eventually pulled the halter top over my head, exposing my breasts.
Freda massaged them for a short time before she bent down and sucked on my nipples and the flesh of my tits. It was very exciting to have such a large and powerful woman sucking on my tits. I would have been happy to remain there with my tits in her mouth the rest of my life. But she had other ideas.
I had also deliberately selected shorts that were three years old because they were so tight that it looked like they were painted on me. They were so tight that the seam was wedged into my crack of my pussy, giving it the typical camel toe look. The shorts were a light blue in color, so my leaking pussy juice caused a wet spot that Freda had to comment on. "Is all that juice for me?"
I was embarrassed by her drawing my attention to my wet crotch, but had to admit, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever met."
Freda kissed me hard again, and struggled to pull the button holding the top of my shorts shut. As soon as the button gave way the other five buttons popped open. Just the same the opening was so short that my pussy was still covered by tight double stitched cotton. It was still a tight fit for Freda's hand to wedge into my panties. The pressure of her hand was almost painful. I was as excited about getting my shorts off as Freda was.
She had to struggle to pull the tight fitting shorts off of my hips. She pulled them down my legs and tossed them away without regard for where they landed. The panties had been washed so many times that they were thin. The elastic was also stretched beyond their limit to recover. She pulled them free of my legs, and sat back to admire what my crotch looked like.
My pubic hair was even darker than the brunette hair on my head. Being a 16-year-old my pubic hair was just on my pubic mound. No hairs would normally stick out from under my panties. It wouldn't have bothered me anyway. No one was ever going to look under my dress at my pussy. I looked too young and I wore glasses, and the older bromide "Boys don't make passes at girls that wear glasses", held true.
I wanted to see Freda's naked body probably even more that she wanted to see mine. It was a simple matter to slip my hand around her neck to unfasten the top of her halter. The material covering her tits fell down, exposing her beautiful tits. I was impressed with the size of her nipples. I latched onto one of them with my mouth, and at the same time I reached around her body to unhook the halter. Freda had to help, and she tossed it away.
Even with the shorts still on her I could actually smell the womanly scent of her ripe pussy. Freda lifted her butt off of the sofa and pulled her shorts down, and she kicked them free of her feet. She was not wearing panties at all.
She would normally take a quick shower and a short nap before preparing a meal and going to work for the evening. For the first time I was looking at her pussy. The pubic hair was darker than the roots of her blonde hair. She wore revealing shorts at work that would have exposed any stray hair, so she trimmed her hair to a quarter inch and then shaved her pubic hair into a narrow directional arrow pointing at her cunt. Her labia minor dangled well beyond her labia major. They reminded me of pink cauliflower. I set about masturbating her like I normally do to myself. As I masturbated her I soon was thrilled to find out that I could actually stick my entire hand into her vagina.
I asked her to tell me more about herself, and Freda eventually started telling me that she was born near Stockholm, Sweden where she learned at an early age from an older woman that she liked sex with women. She had learned English in school, but heard the way Americans say things from Hollywood movies. "An American woman brought me to the States a few years ago. Not having a degree my employment opportunities were limited. I was offered a job as an exotic dancer and took it. Because of my size I can handle just about any rowdy patron, and I do get good tips."
I couldn't resist asking, "I have seen a few women leaving your apartment a few times, were they that kind of friend?"
Freda smiles, "Yes, I sometimes pick up a woman, if I like them."
I asked, "I would like to see where you work?"
Freda said, "Honey, you're too young to visit that kind of night club! The law would like nothing better than to catch and under aged girl in a lesbian night spot to close it down for good!"
"Isn't there some way I could visit without anyone knowing?" I asked.
Freda thought for a second, "No, Honey I can't risk ruining everything." After a pause she said, "If you like I could bring home a friend or two if you would like to have sex with more than just me."
I clung to her and said, "Freda, I love you. I don't need anyone else, but I would love to meet your friends!"
Freda kissed me on the mouth while circling my nipple with her finger tip. Freda had been playing with my pubic hair and pussy during all of the conversation. She eventually lay me down on the carpeted floor, and hovered over me while she ate my pussy. When I experienced my orgasm it was stronger than anytime I had masturbated. Freda spent a long time lapping up my juices, while I calmed down.
When I relaxed and felt like a limp rag, she moved up my body and kissed me on the mouth. Her face was covered with my slimy pussy juice and smelled like my pussy. I clung to her neck and stuck my tongue into her mouth.
Eventually Freda moved on up my body on her hands and knees until her massive tits were dangling right over my head. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it as if I would be able to get milk out of it. I sucked so hard that I hurt her, and she complained. She pulled the tit out of my mouth and presented the other tit to my mouth, as she cautioned, "Don't bite so hard, Baby!"
When she had enough she slowly walked on her knees over my body until her crotch was resting right over my head. The smell of her pungent womanly odor was enough to make my mouth water. She reached down and spread her labia wide open, so that I could see deep into her pussy.
I had checked out my own pussy with mirrors before, but for the first time I was getting a good look at an adult's pussy. In Freda's case the labia major and labia minor formed a long ridge with the clitoris hooded like it was a penis that had not completely formed. It stuck out far enough that I was able to take it in my mouth, and suck on it like a dick.
She wiggled her hips around until her pussy spread over my face like a gas mask. I was covered from nose to chin and cheek to cheek. I could only breathe when she rocked back and forth exposing either my nose or mouth. She was pressing so hard on my nose I feared she was going to break my nose. I didn't know which was going to happen first; her cumming or my jaw breaking. When she did cum, my reward was a mouth full of her nectar. The slimy juices made my throat feel raw as I swallowed. We lounged around the rest of the day, taking turns sucking tits and eating pussies.
When I saw that it was getting late, and the clock told me that Mother would be getting home in a half hour, I quickly got dressed and returned to my apartment.
I don't think my mother suspected what I had been doing for some time. I was visiting Freda every day for weeks before my mother asked me, "Honey, are you sleeping with the woman next door?"
I almost wet myself. I tried to deny her accusations, but I'm sure I didn't convince her.
Mother said, "She is a stunning woman! I can see why you are attracted to her! Are you sure you want to continue having sex with her or other women?"
I must have sounded like a child when I said, "I love her!"
Mother smiled, "I'm sure you will have many lovers before you settle down! I will not stop you from exploring your feelings, but she is much older than you. She probably has many girlfriends. If you think she will be true to just you, she will break your heart!"
I didn't want to admit the truth of her statement because I had a romantic idea that Freda would love me the way I loved her, the rest of her life. At the same time I knew that Freda was not going to be the love of my life, but I couldn't stop loving her for now.
Freda did bring home other women, and the two of them would have sex with me. Some objected to having sex with a girl that they thought was much younger than I actually was. It was very exciting for me, because she brought home a variety of women. Some were very pretty, and others were heavy set women that dressed like men. Freda called them dykes. They did their best to look like men. More often than not they preferred to fuck us with dildo. I preferred the sexy looking women.
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