This is a work of lesbian fiction. Although the main character is real, the scenario existed only in the mind of the author. If you are offended by stories with women having lesbian sex with young girls, please read no further.
(Lesbian Celebrity / Lesbian Adult Youth) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Now in her middle-sixties, Joan Jett showed no signs of slowing down. She still toured extensively with her band, the Blackhearts, and she continued to perform on stage with the energy of a woman in her twenties. Petite at 5'5", Joan was amazingly fit for someone who was eligible to draw Social Security,
Currently on her umpteenth tour of Europe, she had arranged her concert schedule so that she would have a couple of days off in Paris before proceeding to eight cities in the U.K.
Paris was one of her favorite cities in the world, and she enjoyed wandering around the unique shops and cafes in the city. Even when recognized, Joab was rarely bothered for more than an occasional autograph.
It was a warm, spring Saturday late-morning. Joan was enjoying the fresh air and was walking aimlessly along the banks of the river Seine. Despite the countless number of shows that she had already performed, she was always thinking of ways to improve things. Currently, she felt that there was a bit of a transition problem between two of her songs which she felt could be solved by altering the set list.
Joan's thoughts were broken when she heard a little voice nearby: "Pardon me. Are you "Zhoan Zhett?" Looking behind her, Joan saw two adorable, young French schoolgirls in full uniform.
"Yes, I am," said Joan with a smile. She was always happy to see that she still had some young fans. Expecting a request for an autograph, Joan was surprised when no pen was proffered. Instead, one of the girls said that she was learning to play the electric guitar and had some musical questions.
""I Love Rock 'N" Roll" is my favorite song. What is zee chord progression" Joan rarely received these kinds of questions from teenage girls. She was flattered and intrigued but wished that the girl's favorite song was something that she had written.
With no particular plans that day, Joan asked the two young girls to sit down with her on one of the nearby benches, and she would be happy to answer all of their questions.
The two girls were of clearly different ages, but very young. Were they sisters? Both were stunning blue-eyed blondes with the type of flawless skin that older women would kill for. They were similarly dressed in navy-blue skirts and white knee socks. Dressed simply in white blouses for the warm, spring day, both wore cute flat-topped "boater" hats, also called "skimmers." A navy-blue ribbon adorned the hats.
As they sat, Joan said: "You know who I am, tell me about you?" The taller, clearly older girl, spoke for both of them. "I am Marianne, and this is my best friend, Elsa, she's from Germany. We both attend the same boarding school here in Paris.
It was well-know that Joan was a lesbian. She had been very publicly "out" for many years. Part of the fun of being on the road was picking up some friendly, female companionship for the night, then moving along to another city with no strings attached. "One and done," then back on the tour bus. Nice and neat.
What was not commonly known was that Joan had a particular penchant for teenage girls. It had started as early as her days with the Runaways when she was 15. Not only had she fucked almost all of the girls in that band, but there was also seemingly always an adoring underage groupie that could be had for a snort of coke or even a warm beer.
In the early years, Joan can remember finding it hard to sing as her tongue was sore from eating so much pussy. As the years went on, the women on the road got older, unfortunately.
Europe, however, could be a little different. Not hung up on sex, like Americans, Joan could occasionally pull some younger trim. As long as things were consensual, no one seemed particularly bothered on the continent.
Joan took a deep breath as she asked the pretty, young girls their ages. "I am 14," answered Marianne, "And Elsa is 12." Both girls beamed with their beautiful white smiles at the black-haired rock star.
Joan had seduced hundreds of girls and women in the last nearly fifty years. She knew all the signs, and she could tell that Marianne was clearly smitten with her. Joan was less sure about Elsa, who mainly sat there quietly as Marianne politely asked her musical questions.
Finally, Joan cut things off. "Why don't we go back to my hotel. I've got a refrigerator full of Coca-Cola, and you can show me some of your guitar licks."
The two young girls readily agreed, and Joan hailed a cab.
Marianne reached for Elsa's hand as the two schoolgirls happily entered the hotel elevator behind the rock star.
In the elevator, Marianne put her hand around Elsa's waist. Pulling Elsa close, Marianne whispered something in the 12-year-old's ear, and let out a little giggle.
Joan let out a little smile. This might be even easier than she thought.
Entering the hotel room, the two girls immediately took off their straw hats and began to look around. Marianne protectively kept her hands on little Elsa.
Joan invited Marianne to sit on a loveseat in the room and handed the 14-year-old a black Gibson SG. Flipping a switch to turn on a small practice amp, Joan snuggled up against the pretty, blonde teen as she began to play some simple chords.
Elsa, obligingly, kneeled in front of Marianne to watch.
After a few minutes, Joan reached over the slender teen, ostensibly to show her finger positioning and picking techniques.
Marianne pretended to be oblivious as Joan's helping hands "accidentally" brushed against her young breasts.
Joan was wearing a thin white tank top and black jeans. Marianne could feel Joan's erect nipples pressing into her back and side. It was turning her on.
Marianne was fooling no one but herself. Joan could read the young girl's face and her change in breathing and speaking as Joan pressed further.
Finally, Joan took her hand off of Marianne's picking hand, and placed it firmly on the teenager's right breast, squeezing gently as she looked at both adorable girls.
"Marianne, have you ever fooled around with another girl?" Joan asked, continuing to caress Marianne's breast over her white school blouse.
"Of course," Marianne declared boldly. "Elsa and I have made love hundreds of times." Obviously, that was a gross exaggeration, but judging by the shade of red that Elsa had turned, they had done SOMETHING, and the secret was now out.
Joan looked at both girls and simply said, "Show me."
Taking the challenge, Marianne handed the guitar to Joan and rose from the love seat.
Lifting Elsa from the floor, the 14-year-old gave the 12-year-old a polite, closed-mouth kiss on the lips.
As Elsa stood before her, Marianne began to unbutton Elsa's white, cotton blouse. A camisole was soon revealed. No boobs had as yet developed on the 12-year-old as the camisole was raised over her head.
Nevertheless, Marianne took the opportunity to fondle and lick Elsa's prepubescent chest, much to Joan's delight.
Elsa was soon naked except for her white knee socks. She stood naked in the middle of the room as Marianne busied herself undressing.
Whipping her own tank top over her head, Joan caressed both naked girls before leading them to the bed.
Elsa was thin, like most growing 12-year-olds. If not for her puffy, hairless vagina, her body was boyish, with a firm, tiny ass and a tantalizing gap between her legs. Elsa's blonde hair went down nearly to the middle of her back.
Joan kissed Elsa's long, golden hair. Standing behind the preteen, Joan rubbed Elsa's flat chest and squeezed her small, pink nipples, which made the little girl squeal.
Similarly blonde, Marianne had a much more mature, but slender body. Her tan lines revealed the marks of a very tiny bikini worn recently in the sun. Marianne's perky breasts bordered on B-cups and stood proudly above her flat belly and long legs.
Marianne's pubic area contained a few wisps of golden blonde hair, which she absently straightened with her hand.
Joan pulled the two young girls together in a three-way embrace and kissed both girls reassuringly as she pawed their soft, young, upright naked bodies.
Joan's naked body was attractively pale and slim. Her small breasts were smaller than Marianne's but were quite sensitive to the touch. Marianne extended a hand to fondle Joan's breasts which quickly made her darkish nipples erect.
Joan patted Marianne's and Elsa's small asses as she led them to the bed. The two young girls laid on their backs side-by side. Joan knelt in front of 12-year-old Elsa, and gently parted her legs. Instinctively, Marianne opened her legs as well.
Joan took a few moments to gaze at Elsa's tight, hairless pussy. Leaning in, Joan opened the young girl's puffy pussy lips with her hand before gently licking the 12-year-old with her tongue. Elsa gasped, and her legs involuntarily flailed upwards with the introduction of Joan's tongue. Marianne raised herself up and rested on her elbows as she awaited her turn.
It was to come quickly. While Joan continued to tongue the younger girl, Joan extended her free right hand to penetrate Marianne with one, then two fingers. Both young girls writhed with pleasure. Marianne extended her hand to caress Elsa's prepubescent flat chest, circling an areola with her finger.
Elsa, unsurprisingly, came quickly. Joan, no doubt, had performed more expert cunnilingus than Marianne could have been capable of.
Joan quickly turned her attentions to Marianne. Elsa leaned over towards her friend and began rubbing her larger teenage breasts. Joan was now spearing the 14-year-old with her experienced tongue. Joan's hand petted Marianne's blonde pubic hair as she burrowed deeply with her tongue.
Marianne squeezed her younger friend tightly as Joan brought the teenager to an orgasm. The two young blondes began kissing passionately, their tongues making their lips and faces a sticky mess.
Joan leaned in, clutching Elsa's boyish chest with one hand, and caressing one of Marianne's firm, teen breasts with the other. Elsa's tiny ass was tantalizingly raised as she continued making out with her older friend. That gave Joan an idea.
The two girls giggled as Joan placed Elsa on top of Marianne's slender, tan body. The girls were chest to chest, with Elsa's smaller body resting with her attractive butt facing Joan, just above Marianne's pussy.
Elsa was quite flexible, and Joan spread her young legs wide, rubbing her hand repeatedly between the 12-year-old's legs and butt cheeks as she prepared to dive in.
Joan has positioned the girls so that she would have easy access to both young pussies, and she skillfully alternated between licking the two youngsters as their bodies jiggled from their excited, nervous laughter.
Marianne's hands greedily roamed the back and ass of her young, German schoolmate. Her fingers ran between Elsa's butt cheeks, and Elsa jumped a little when Marianne's fingers brushed her virgin anus.
Seeing this, Joan parted Elsa's little butt cheeks and began licking the outside of her tiny, tight rosebud. Elsa squirmed in surprise and began kicking her legs. Marianne held the young girl tight as Joan explored with a single wet finger before fully inserting her tongue.
Elsa gasped and seemed to faint for a moment as she was being surprisingly penetrated anally by the rock star. Marianne held the young girl tight, and quietly reassured her as she slowly stopped squirming. Marianne was hoping that Joan would give her a turn as well.
As if Joan was reading her mind, Joan flipped the young girls so that they were in the 69 position. Marianne was now on top and began greedily eating at Elsa's hairless pussy. Elsa began her first tentative licks, then found Marianne's clit. Marianne's reaction emboldened Elsa to lick with more energy.
As the two girls were engaged, Joan leaned in and began to prod and lick Marianne's tiny, pink asshole, much to Marianne's delight.
Eventually, Joan was satiated, and laid back on the bed. Marianne, naturally, was the bold one, gently pushing Elsa to the side, she began kissing and licking Joan's small breasts, and began rubbing Joan's bald pussy with her hand.
Instructing Elsa to join her, the two young girls parted Joan's legs, and together they began inexpertly, but gamely licking Joan's pussy, much to Joan's delight.
With Marianne between Joan's legs, Elsa placed her young pussy on Joan's face as their afternoon of lust too soon came to an end.
Joan laid naked on the bed as she watched the two young blonde beauties dress, wriggling into their small, white panties. In addition to a farewell kiss, Joan gave each of the girls an autographed photo and some guitar picks. After delivering a playful pat on Elsa's ass, the two girls were on their way.
Still naked, Joan laid back on the bed and began slowly masturbating. Paris had been great. She wondered what awaited her in London.
The End