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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young woman and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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OC Girl
By
Jan
I grew up in Mission Viejo, California. It is a bedroom community in Orange County, not far San Juan Capistrano and Dana Point. My father was a banker that allowed us to live in a gated community and send me to a private school that was founded by a very religious Episcopal Church. I grew up performing my religious duties every day. I was very naive about sex. I thought someday I would meet the guy of my dreams and get married. We would live in the same kind of community I had lived in. Be a member of a country club with and all of the amenities. Upon graduation from high school, I was enrolled in the University of Southern California (USC) right out of high school.
It was all very exciting to get moved into the resident housing on campus. I was planning on becoming a cinematic major because of the Steven Spielberg school of cinematic arts. I jumped right in working on the general education requirements. I enrolled in freshman English, algebra, statistics, and geology. I worked my ass off keeping a 4.0 GPA. I spent most of my free time in the library. Even though it wasn't that long of a drive home I was too busy to go home except for major holidays.
I was so busy I even lost fifteen pounds of weight I could ill afford to lose. I had been a typical OC girl with a golden beach tan and long straight blonde hair before attending college. By the end of my freshman year I gaunt, pale, sunken eyes, and my hair was getting darker. In high school, I had been a clothes horse. By that time, I tended to wear the same pants for a week at a time. My classmates began to avid me.
A lot of the girls were being taped out to pledge to sororities. They were competing to become cheerleaders, song girls, and other originations that would make them socially popular. I hardly noticed that I was becoming a social pariah.
During the second semester, I took English Ligature. The professor of the class was a middle- aged woman that didn't look like to dumpy professor in a wool suit with chalk dust in her hair. Ms. Miller dressed fashionably for the appropriate season. She never missed home football or basketball game. There was a cadre of underclassmen girls that flocked to her. She held court in the dining hall.
One afternoon at the end of lecture hall she pulled aside to have a word with me. She had me sit back down in my desk and she sat down in the desk next to me. She leaned close and said, "Dian, I have noticed that you have been so absorbed in achieving good grades that you have isolated yourself from all social activities! College is not only about your education; it is an opportunity to broaden your circle of friends and experiences. You need to lighten up get out and enjoy life."
I sat there thinking before responding. "I don't feel comfortable with my classmates. I was raised in a home and school that would have never accepted the language used by my fellow students. I feel guilty even using the word damn, but even the female students use language that embarrasses me."
Ms. Miller said, "I'm aware that young adults express themselves with a language they wouldn't use in front of the mother or grandmother when they are among themselves. They are exploring their personal boundaries. Ten years from now when they are raising their own families they will be as conservative as your family obviously are."
"I don't feel comfortable associating with my classmates. I prefer the quiet atmosphere of the library."
"I would like to take you to dinner so that I can have a long discussion about your college experience."
"I guess that would be alright."
We closed up her classroom and we walked to the faculty parking lot. We drove Palos Verdes. Her home was a Spanish style with white walls and a red half tile roof like all of the neighboring homes. When she approached an iron gate a simple push on a button opened the gate electronically. She parked the car in front of the garage. I was impressed by her home. It looked like something out of an old Errol Flynn swashbuckling movie. All of the thick doors were arched, as well as all of the windows including the bay windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
Just inside the double front doors was an office to the left and a library to the right. The spacious living room had a polished Baldwin piano located where the sun would not affect the tuning but allow the player to enjoy the view. She led me to a comfortable leather couch with overstuffed arms with nails and offered me something to drink.
She made us both glasses of Cutty Sark and 7-up over rocks in old fashioned glasses. We sat facing each other with one leg tucked under the other. We were quiet for a moment while we took a sip of our drinks. "You may call me Laura when we are not on campus, my dear."
I felt a little uncomfortable calling my college professor by her given name. I had always been intimidated by her. She was not only older than me she was much taller and larger than me. She was at least six-feet-tall in three-inch heels, where I am barely five-feet tall.
She continued, "I would like to see you make an effort to enjoy the social life available to every college student." Having said that she placed her hand on my knee.
I felt a tingle rush up my thigh.
Laura asked, "Tell me about where you're from and your family?"
I told her about my parents and here I was from. By the time I finished telling her my story she asked me to give her a hand preparing dinner.
In the kitchen, we washed our hands and she started preparing the meal while I started making the tossed salad. She fried some ground beef and made a tomato souse in the pan with allspice and garlic and onions. She had some prepared meatballs that she added to the souse. The last thing was to add a pinch of salt to the pot of boiling water and added a land full of pasta. We had red wine with the meal. After putting the dishes in the dishwasher e returned to the living room. By that time the sun was sitting on the horizon. It looked orangish-red and the sky was glowing with the same color.
This time Laura told me all about herself. She had always been taller than her contemporaries and struggled to belong. She said that in high school a female teacher had befriended her and introduced her to sex. The teacher was her lover for three years. When she graduated and was accepted to Louisiana State University (LSU) her teacher introduced her to her literature teacher friend. She became my lover through her Ph.D. program.
It finally occurred on me that she was flirting with me. I had been taught the lesbian sex was an abomination. I struggled with my feelings about the subject. I was attracted to Laura. I found her attractive and self-confident. Did I dare go against everything I was taught?
While I was thinking Laura placed her arm around my shoulders and lifted my head by my chin with her other hand. She kissed me on my lips. Gently at first, but when I didn't object, she became more aggressive. She covered my mouth and pressed her cheek against my nose making it impossible to breathe. When I opened my mouth to exhale, she exhaled it through her nose and filled my lungs with her own breath. I had never been kissed like that before. I became dizzy. The next thing I became aware of was her hand resting on my left breasts.
I was wearing a tight bra that compressed my breasts because I didn't want to attract unwanted attention to myself. My T-shirt was not tucked into my jeans, so she simply slipped her hand under my T- shirt and followed my ribcage up to my left breast. She forced my bra up and over my breasts so that she could feel them. The touch of her strong fingers on my flesh sent a chill through my body. I felt like I was wetting my panties. She squeezed my breasts and worried my nipples for a long time.
I didn't resist when she pulled my T-shirt up, forcing me to lift my arms so that she could pull it over my head. After she tossed it aside, she unfastened the back of my bra and pulled it free of my arms.
"Your breasts are beautiful! Why on earth do you hide them so much?"
"The way males' lust after big tits disgusts me."
"Women love them too!" She leaned over and started licking and sucking on my nipples. I found myself running my fingers through her hair. While she was sucking on a tit, she started unbuttoning my jeans.
It shocked me to feel the pants being pulled open. There was a rush of cool air on my rayon panties. I tried to pull her hand away from my crotch. She was stronger than me and continued to pull all of the metal buttons open. She stuffed her hand under the waistband of my panties, and I felt her fingers sliding through my pubic hair until her fingertip touched my clit. There was an instant shock that caused my body to spasm. She stroked the slippery valley and probed the depths of my vagina. She seemed pleased to discover that I was a virgin. She withdrew her hand and smelled her fingers before she licked and sucked on her fingers. Then she turned her attention to removing the rest of my clothes.
Laura removed my shoes and socks before she pulled my jeans out from under my butt and down my legs. When the jeans were free of my feet she started kissing and licking my feet and working her way up my legs as she worked her way up both legs until she reached the moist warm crotch of my panties. She mouthed the crotch of my panties before she pulled them out from under my butt. The panties were removed swiftly.
She knelt between my legs and moved her face so close I could feel her breath on my pussy. She licked my pussy and ran her tongue through the slimy valley until her tongue touched my clit. She sucked it into her mouth and sucked on it like it was a nipple. She did things with her mouth and tongue that drove me crazy. I had never felt anything like that before. When I experienced the orgasm my legs spasmed uncontrollably. I held my breath until the spasms subsided. I lay there on the couch and my body was so relaxed that it was an effort to move for a while.
While I was recovering from my orgasm, Laura stood up to remove all of her clothes. Standing next to me she reached over her back to start pulling down the zipper. Then she lowered her right arm and reached behind her back to finished pulling the zipper down. I watched in fascination as she pulled the dress down and struggled to pull it over her wide hips and stepped out of the dress. She laid it over the back of the recliner. Then she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and the cups fell free of her breasts. I couldn't take my eyes off of her breasts.
Her breasts were impressive. They were large orbs that drooped somewhat. Her areolas were large and a mauve color the plump nipples were ringed with dimples on the areolas. I had an impulse to reach out and feel them. Before I could act upon my desire, Laura started to remove her delicate panties.
She was wearing rayon panties that were almost translucent they had a double crotch but I could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair above the crotch. Laura stood there facing me. She obviously knew what I was looking at. She deliberately made a show of peeling down her panties. When the dark hair came into view, I noticed that she trimmed it.
She bent over and lifted her left leg to step out n the leg hole. Then she hanged legs to remove the panties from right leg. All she was wearing at that point was self-supporting nude nylons and her three- inch black pumps. For some reason, I found the look sexier than if she was completely naked.
Laura leaned forward over me and kissed me on the mouth. He breasts were dangling and they brushed against my smaller breasts. The touch of her flesh sent another chill through my body. I moved my arm up so that I could cup her left breast with my right hand. She took hold of my shoulders and pulled up into a sitting position.
She sat down next to me and as she leaned back against the arm of the couch, she pulled me on top of her. My breasts were laying on her chest and her breasts were pressing against my ribcage. We were kissing and Laura stuck her tongue into my mouth. My left leg was straddle of her right leg. My thigh was rubbing against her pubic hair. It was all very erotic for me. I had never thought I could do something like this.
Laura placed her hands on my shoulders again and applied enough pressure to let me know that she wanted me to move down her body. As I moved down her body, I couldn't resist sucking on those magnificent breasts. I had wondered for years what it would be like to suckle a woman's breasts. I had no memory of the taste of mother's milk. When she was satisfied with my oral admirations on both tits, she pressed on my shoulders again.
As I continued down her body, I was faced with the inevitability of coming to grips with my feelings about the prospect of finding out if I was capable of performing oral sex on her. The closer I got to her crotch I began to smell her pussy. I had smelled my own fingers after wiping m pussy, but this was something different, stronger and more pungent in my nose. I licked my way through her trimmed though pubic hair to the opening of her vagina. When I licked her pussy, it reminded me of the taste of my own blood when I cut myself. Laura praised my efforts and demanded that I suck on her clit harder.
I was kneeling on the floor by that time and Laura wrapped her legs around my neck, trapping my head until she had n orgasm and relaxed her grip. As I lifted my head up and sat back on my heels, I looked up at her blissful looking face and knew I was going to do this a lot more times. We lounged around on the couch hugging and kissing. I expressed to her how much I had enjoyed what we had done to each other. I had no idea before how much I would enjoy sex with a woman. Eventually, Laura told me how much she had enjoyed it as well. She told me that we had to get dressed so that she could return me to my dorm.
After that date I happily accompanied her to home football games, basketball games, gymnastics and track meets. She introduced me to the ladies of Troy and the girls on the basketball and track team. There was a couple of tall black gals on the basketball team that adopted me as their mascot. They invited me to a party in the Watt's projects.
I was the only white girl at the party. The apartment was crowded and the music was loud. Everyone was dancing and it was warm enough that the windows of the second-floor apartment were foggy. Everyone was handing me a full plastic cup of alcohol as quickly as I emptied a cup. It didn't take long before I was drunk. The center on the basketball team backed me up against a wall and was kissing me. I felt her lift my skirt and jam her long fingers into my pussy. When she did that, I was embarrassed and looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
All of the girls were in varying stages of undress. Girls were sucking black and bronze tits. There were more than two nappy headed girls kneeling before gals and pressing their faces into the hairy cunt of girls in front of them. The sight of all of that sex going on was enough to make my pussy wet, even it the tall gal wasn't finger fucking me. She masturbated me until I had an orgasm. I must have passed out at that point.
The first thing I became aware of was me lying on my back and looking up a caramel butt over my face and the pungent fragrance of cheap perfume and pussy odor. The nappy hair of female pussy was lowered to my face. I started licking the pussy and the gal's vagina was dripping copious amounts of her cum into my mouth. My face was being covered with the stuff and some was being forced up my nose. It was hard to breathe. I could feel someone licking my pussy and assumed it was the girl on top of me.
I heard a female voice moaning and realized the girl on top of me was cumming. My mouth was being flooded with her cum. Then the gal sat upright. Doing so rotated her hips around as her dark brown asshole was being ground into my mouth and nose. I found that her asshole tasted sweet. Then I realized that the girl sitting on my face was not the one eating my pussy.
When the girl got off of me, I looked down and saw that an older woman as the one eating my pussy. When I came in her mouth she licked and swallowed my stuff. At the conclusion of my orgasm, the woman stood up. The woman looked to be in her forties.
Her hair was dyed an orange color and backcombed in a puffy style. She had a big toothy grin on her face. Her wide nose and face were covered with my slimy cum. She was a stocky tall woman. Her body was also camel colored. She had large tits that rested on her belly. The dark chocolate colored areolas were as big as the palm of my hand. Her belly hung over her crotch like most overweight women. Her vulva had been shaved and the area was bumpy like there pimples covering the area.
She said, "I'm glad that you re awake! I wouldn't want you to miss me fucking you!"
She stepped into a harness attached to a black dildo that must have been eight inches long. When she had it tightened up good and tight, she used a lubricant to grease up my vagina and the dildo. I prepared myself for the pain I had been warned about. When she thrust her hips forward, her dildo was forced into my vagina. I felt the hymen stretch and felt a pop. I had felt more pain pushing back my cuticles back than the loss of my cherry. The woman started fucking me slowly but stared humping me faster and faster. It wasn't long before I heard and felt her flesh slapping my bottom. It took a long time before I had an orgasm.
One by one I think every girl at the party came into the bedroom and took turns sitting on my face and fucking me with a variety of dildo. When the two basketball players entered the bedroom fully dressed, I saw by my wristwatch that it was four in the morning. The two f them struggled to get me dressed and prettily carried me to their car. The eastern sky was turning from black to assure blue. The walked me up the stairs to their room in the form occupied by the female athletes. They put me to bed in one of their bunks. I slept most of the morning.
When I woke up, I had to pee. I made my way to the bathroom shared with the neighboring room. I sat on the toilet and relieved myself. I felt dizzy and knew I was dehydrated. I used one of the glasses on the sink to drink several glasses of water. It took me a little while to realize where I was. I recognized photographs of the two basketball players. I gathered up my clothes and put them on. I was repulsed by the smell of my clothes, they smelled of booze and my own sweat. I was about to make my way across the Squair to the freshman dorm. I wanted to shower and change clothes. I was about to open the door when it opened and the two girls entered.
"Good morning sleepy head, the center said, would you like to join us for a late breakfast?"
The mention of food almost turned my stomach. "I placed the back of my hand to my mouth and said, "My stomach can't handle food right now."
The other girl asked, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
"I guess so, what I can remember of it. Who was the older woman with the orange hair?"
The center laughed, "That was my aunt, Jackie!"
"She was the first person to actually fuck me."
They both thought that was amusing. They argued between themselves about fucking up the opportunity to fuck a virgin. One of them said, around here very few girls are virgins past their first period. They invited me to go with them to a party the next weekend. That didn't happen because Laura wanted to take me to another party.
That party was hosted by a woman that was a USC alumnus. I had never been to any home in the Hollywood Hills before. The woman turned out to be a director of several well-known movies. I was star struck. The woman was a skinny woman with mousy hair and a prominent nose. She acted like a man, dressing in tailored male style suit and tie. She even was smoking cigars. As soon as Laura introduce me to her, the woman wouldn't let me out of her sight. She took great pride in showing me her memorabilia in her home during the party. She told me how much she loved sweet young things. I told her all about my desire to become a produced director myself and that I was majoring.in film arts at OSC. .
Most of the guests were women and they openly kissed and felt each other up during the party. The few men that were there were obviously gay. I found it amusing to see movie stars that were darlings of the movie magazines, that were the heartthrob's teenaged girls and women old enough their mothers on their knees sucking the cocks and pussies of older people.
When the place cleared out the woman invited Laura and I to stay behind. I offered to help clean up, but she wouldn't hear of it. She assured me that the help would be in early to clean up, then she invited Laura and me to join her as she led us to her bedroom.
When she undressed, I could see her rib cage, pronounced pelvic bones, and knobby knees. She was the first woman I ever met that didn't shave her underarms or her pussy. She was also insatiable when it came to sex. She took turns sucking our pussies while finger fucking the other. She also fucked us with a strap-on dildo and even used a double ended dildo on me. She allowed me to fuck her with a dildo before she rolled me up into a ball before tongue fucking my asshole as a prelude to fucking me with a strap-on dildo.
By morning she offered me a job of being a script girl. She assured me that I could finish college. My job of keeping track of everything on the set between takes. I was responsible for the continuity. I had to take still shots of everything on the set. To prevent classic mistakes like those in the movie Pretty Woman when Julie Roberts was sitting on the dining chair eating a waffle when the cut to Richard Gear and returned to her, she was eating a pancake. Or those in Game of Thrones like a Starbucks coffee cup on a table or plastic water bottles during the judgment scene. I also have to make sure the clothes remain consistent. In the movie Rouge Worrier When Forest Whitaker was wearing a breathing mask attached to his chest it kept moving the placement o his chest while talking to someone.
After shooting every day the producer would take me home with her, and we sucked pussies and rimmed assholes. She took me to parties where I was introduced as her assistant. Everyone knew I was her lover. Several women including some well-known movie stars propositioned me. Some times the producer invited one or to of the stars over so that I could find out what it was like to have sex with famous female stars. Some were truly sweethearts but some were demanding bitches.
My parents approve of my way of life, but learned to accept that I was going to live with women.
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