Samantha Licking and Older Women Pussy

The smells on the streets just a couple of blacks
east of Park Avenue in New York City are not as
pleasant. I am a half-bred girl of Japanese and
Scottish descent. I favor my Scottish father in
many ways, white skin with blue eyes and full lips, but
I did inherit my mother’s thick black hair that I take
pride in, it hangs down to my waist and shines like a
raven’s wing. I also favor my mother in that I am
very petite. I’m barley five feet tall. Even though
I’m 23 years old now I still get carded when I’m in
drinking establishments.

Even though I come from a poor working class
neighborhood I envy the fine ladies on Park Avenue.
I was well aware that there are wealthy women living
in fine flats that have a taste for attractive young
girls. When I was just entering puberty I often
deliberately dress in clothes that advertised my
figure, to attract the attention of wealthy Cougars.
I would walk the avenue in an effort to attract the
attention of Cougars.

It all starred one spring day when I was window
shopping, because I couldn’t afford to even dream
about buying any of the fabulous clothes, furs or
jewelry. I was only 12 years old at the time, when I
felt a hand on my shoulder and smelled the fragrance
of an expensive perfume. When I turned to see who
was touching me it was an attractive woman that
looked to be at least forty-five years old. While she
was flattering my looks I was studying what she
looked like.

She seemed to be a tall woman, at least compared
to me. She had red hair, green eyes and amusingly
white skin with a hint of freckles. She was dressed
very smartly. I could tell that her clothes were not
only expensive, they were custom fitted. She made a
comment, “Isn’t that neckless beautiful?”

“Yes, it is fabulists!”

“Would you like to join me for coffee or a soft
drink, so you can tell me all about yourself?”

I couldn’t imagine anyone finding my life
interesting, but I was willing to have a Coke with her.
When I accepted her offer she escorted me to a
fashionable restaurant. We were seated at a table
for two, and she ordered cappuccino for herself and a
Coke for me. She asked for my name and I told her
that my name was Samantha. She approved of my
name, and told me that her name was Mamie.

She drew out of me where I lived, what my family
was like, what school I went to, and the name of my
best friend. By the time I had finished my soft drink
and she had finished her cappuccino, she invited me
to come up to her apartment, so that she could get
my opinion about her jewelry.

I was thrilled at the prospect of getting to
actually see the home of a wealthy woman, so I
responded a little too excitedly. It was only a short
walk to the building she lived in on 5th Avenue. There
was even a uniformed doorman, than welcomed her by
name as he opened the door for the two of us.

The widow at my parent’s bedroom only looks at
the wall of the dirty building barley the width of a
tall man from ours, and the window sills are filthy
with oily dirty soot. Mamie’s front room window
looked down on Central Park. I couldn’t imagine what
she was paying for rent. I had only seen apartment
like hers in Hollywood movies. She led me to her
bedroom, and it was overwhelming.

The central item was a humongous bed that was
still dwarfed by the spacious room. There was a
fancy recliner lounge in there and a walk in closet
larger than most bedrooms. Her attached bathroom
had a sunken tub big enough for four people to party
in. I was over whelmed with the opulence.

There was a walk in safe behind false panels. She
walked me in and her jewelry was displayed on black
velvet shelves and there were plenty of extra places
waiting for future purchases. I was overwhelmed,
and while I was looking at each neckless I felt her
breath on the side of my neck and her hands were
stroking my arms. When her hands slid around to
feel my budding breasts, she actually kissed me on
the neck.

It startled me, but I didn’t object, in fact I
turned my head so that she could kiss me on the
mouth. With that she led me out of the safe and
closed it. She led me to the recliner and removed her
suit jacket before she sat on it. She pulled me down
onto her lap. She skillfully started kissing my mouth.
She stuck her tongue into my mouth, and even sucked
on my tongue. She covered my nose with her cheek
so that I couldn’t breathe. When I was about to
panic for want of fresh air, she actually exhaled her
breath into my lungs. She was in fact breathing for
me. She was also feeling my small breasts.

Her other hand was resting on my knee, but it was
soon working its way up my soft inner thigh. My skirt
was pushed up until my panties were exposed. The
longer she stroked my panties the wetter they got.
It took my breath away when she stuffed her hand
down the front of my panties. I was childishly proud
of the fact that I had grown some pubic hairs over
the past six months. She combed my hairs with her
manicured fingernails. When her fingers actually
touched my clitoris I couldn’t keep from squirting a
little piss on her hand.

I was terribly embarrassed, and tried to
apologize, but she simply lifted her hand to her nose
and smelled her fingers and actually tasted her
fingers. She returned to masturbating me after
removing my panties. As soon as she pulled them
clear of my shoes she lifted the panties to her nose
smelled the crotch and even the brown mark before
discarding them.

She also unbuttoned her blouse exposing a sexy
transparent bra with delicate lace butterflies on it.
They did nothing to hide her areolas and nipples.
Seeing her magnificent breasts I couldn’t resist
reaching out to feel them. I was overwhelmed
emotionally as I squeezed them. The nipples poked
the palms of my hands. I lowered my head and kissed
her breasts through the bra. Mamie interrupted me,
so that she could remove her blouse and her bra.
That allowed me to suck on her bare flesh. There
was the smell of her perfume between her breasts
and there was a hint of salt on her flesh. Mamie
returned to playing with my wet pussy.

Mamie interrupted my sucking on her tits to
stand me up long enough to remove all of my clothes,
before she placed me bodily on the recliner with my
head resting on the head support. She even stood up
and removed the rest of her own clothes before she
sat on the recliner at me feet. She parted me legs so
that she could lie on top of me. She sucked so hard
on my little B-sized tits so hard that they were red.
When she could tell that she was starting to cause
pain she started licking her way down the center of
my body. I knew where she was going and couldn’t
wait for her to get there. I started pressing on the
top of her head to encourage her to hurry up and get
down there. She couldn’t be rushed. It was pure
torture for me, but she insisted on taking her time.

I was having trouble keeping my butt still. I was
struggling to buck my ass around, but her heaver
body was pinning my legs to the recliner. Eventually
she claimed my pussy with her mouth. It was mind
blowing the way she was sucking on my pussy. She
would suck my clit into her mouth and stretch the
skin out to the limit before letting go. She
discovered with her tongue that I was still a virgin.
Apparently that was enough to give her an orgasm. I
couldn’t believe it when she lifted my butt up and
actually licked my asshole. I couldn’t keep from
having my own orgasm. I almost fainted on the spot.

While I recovered Mamie set about pulling me
down to the middle of the recliner. The next thing
she did was mount the recliner in the opposite
direction. That way her-own trimmed pussy was right
over my face. There was no doubt what she expected
of me. Just in case there was any doubt she hunched
over to suck my pussy.

Until that moment I had only smelled my own
pussy after masturbating. This was the first time I
had ever smelled another person’s pussy. She
lowered her hips down until her trimmed pussy made
contact with my face. Her pubic hair was the first to
make contact with my mouth. With a little physical
adjustment she eventually got her vagina over my
mouth and her clit was rubbing my chin. When I
looked up I was looking at her pink asshole and her
big moonlike butt cheeks. I was being distracted by
her mouth and tongue doing their thing on my own
pussy. It was a mad race to make each other cum. I
can’t even tell which of us got there first. We were
both crying out about the same time. When it was
over s and we were clinging to each other she insisted
on me use her shower to clean up.

Her shower was a big airy glassed in thing with
three chrome plated brass shower heads on the wall.
That way all I had to do was turn around to insure
every inch of me was sprayed. It was no easy matter
getting all of my hair into wear a shower cap to keep
my hair dry.

I was in a dream world on the walk home. Mamie
had given me her phone number and told me to call
anytime I would like to visit again.

I became a regulator visitor to her apartment for
almost a year. I visited so often that the doormen
even recognized me and welcomed me by name.

It was always an adventure visiting her. She
loved role playing. Because of my Japanese heritage
she sometimes dressed me up in silk kimonos to play
the part of a Geisha. Other times she would have
costumes laid out for me to dress up like a young
school girl. Yet other times she would play the part
of a social worker and I would play the part the part
of a delinquent. The game I enjoyed playing the most
was her playing the part of my mother and me playing
the part of her child. If she accused me of
misbehaving it would lead to her spanking me followed
by allowing me to suck on her tits. There even came
the day that while we were playing one of our games
she took my virginity with a strap-on dildo.

It took place one evening after she had taken me
out to a dinner party where she was all decked out in
a man’s business suit and I was dressed up as a much
young girl than my actual age. Because of my petite
size I was able to look like a very young girl, down to
the Mary-Jane little black flats with ankle socks.

It was exciting meeting so many other women and
girls committed to role playing. It was all very
exciting. After the party we came home in a rented
limousine. We were still in a party mood as we
entered the elevator. We danced to soft dance music
before she suggested that we take our party to the
bedroom. We removed each other’s clothes. When
her dildo flipped out of her tidy-whites I was
fascinated with the life like replica of a male sex
organ. I couldn’t resist touching and feeling it. When
she took me to bed we clung to each other and kissed
wildly. That latex replica was pressed against my
body driving me crazy with sexual desire. In
preparation of deflowering me she gently positioned
me in the middle of her bed and produced a scented
and flavored lubricant to lubricate my vagina. While
she knelt between my outstretched legs she greased
up her dildo, and then aimed it at my vagina.

There was that shock of instant pain as the dildo
pierced my hymen. Eventually the pain was replaced
by the throbbing of sexual excitement of my first
actual act of coitus. That first act was permanently
imprinted on my mind. There would be plenty of
pleasurable acts of coitus but the first time will
never be forgotten, and Mamie holds a special place in
my heart.

Sex was the most important thing between us and
as soon as we were in her apartment clothes vanished.
We had been lovers for almost a year before she
introduced me to some of her friends.

One afternoon after we had sex and I was lying in
her arms with my head resting on her breast she
suggested that I might like to meet a friend of hers.
The idea of meeting another adult woman excited me,
so I agreed to her suggestion.

The afternoon of the meeting arrived and the
doorman opened the door for me, and smiled as he
told me that I was expected. My heart was pounding
against my chest so loud I thought it could be heard.
When Mamie opened her door and ushered me in, I
was greeted by the sight of a blonde with
magnetically large breasts, and she must have been
five-feet eleven. I suspected that her breasts were
enhanced by silicone pouches. Her hair was
undoubtedly bleached, but it must have been done
recently because her roots were not showing their
true color, and it had been styled professionally and
lacquered with every hair in place.

Mamie introduced her as Teresa but added that
she preferred to be called Tessa. The formalities
satisfied the two of them proceeded to undress me,
and as well as themselves. It was a glorious
afternoon having two women sucking my tits, pussy
and asshole until I thought I couldn’t possibly have
another orgasm. Tessa’s vulva was as smooth as a
baby’s butt. I clung to her pussy with my mouth.
When it was over she even walked me home.

That was the start of the next 10 years of my
sexual education.One afternoon I was taking the undergrown to
Queens to visit a friend from school, named Mary.
She had told me about being molested in the train,
and the idea fascinated me. I’m so damned short I
would have a hard time reaching the overhead straps
to support myself on a standing room only situation,
so I clung to the steel upright posts as the train
lurched when starting and stopping.

Mary had told me about nasty old men feeling her
up on the train. That didn’t appeal to me, but she had
also told me about women had also felt her up. Now
that appealed to me. When I made a date to visit her
I made sure to board the train during peak rush hour,
wearing my school uniform.

I worked my way through the sweating bodies
until I spotted an attractive mature woman. She
looked like she was an office worker and about 45-
years-old. What attracted me to her was that she
was obviously an Italian like Mary. I moved in and
positioned myself in front of her and clung to the
steel post. I could smell her perfume and feel her
body heat as the train lurched I was pressed against
the front of her body. I did my best to make it
appear as if I had nothing to do with the way I was
being pressed against her body. I wanted to find out
if she would molest me on her own accord.

By the third stop the train made I felt her hand
on my hip. As the train started moving I felt her
hand slide around my body and up my ribs. It took my
breath away when her hand covered my right breast
and gave it a gentle squeeze. When she did that I
deliberately pressed the back of my body against the
front of hers.

That empowered her even more and she slipped
her hand inside the blue school blazer with the
embroidered crest on the left pocket. She started
giving my breast a proper massaging. That elicited as
soft moan from me that was so soft that possibly
only the lady was aware of it. I felt her struggling
with the buttons on my blouse. As soon as she got a
couple of buttons unfastened she slipped her hand
inside my blouse. I was wearing a simple little B
cupped brassiere. She pulled it up, resting it on my
chest. Once my breast was exposed she took hold of
it. She gave it a firm squeeze and even pulled on the
nipple.

I was induced to rub my butt against the front of
her body. I was disappointed when she removed her
right hand from my blouse, but her hand slid down my
body and move around my body between us to squeeze
the cheek of my butt. While she was playing with my
ass with her right hand, her left hand reached under
my arm and managed to slip into my blouse and lift
the bra cup up to get at my right tit.

While she was massaging my right tit she was
pulling up the back of my pleated school plaid skirt
and started running her fingers up and down the
crack of my ass. Before long she actually slipped her
hand down the back of my tight white panties and
sought out and found my tight little puckered asshole.
She rubbed my until her finger was moist from my
sweaty crack, before she actually stuck her finger up
my ass. It was so exciting having sex in public with
the possibility of someone catching on to what was
going on. Eventually she started switching her
attention to my front.

Her masturbation of me was making me pant like a
sprinter. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any
better I felt her lower the back of my skirt down and
straighten the pleats. Then she started the front of
start pulling up the front of my pleated plaid skirt.
In just a matter of seconds the front of my skirt was
up to my waist. She stuffed her hand down the front
of my tight fitting little white panties. I even had to
spread my legs a little to allow her full access to my
pussy. She startled stroking my pussy with her
fingers before she sought out my clitoris and the
depths of my vagina. She masturbated me until I had
a strong orgasm. I struggled to maintain my balance
while I had an orgasm. By that time the train was
coming from underground as we entered Queens.

In Queens the rails are elevated. When the train
reached the stop Mary had told me to get off. The
woman that had been masturbating me followed me
off the train. As we started down the steel staircase
to ground level she asked me for my name and struck
up a conversation with me as we walked up the street
in the same direction.

I told her, “My name is Samantha, and I’m visiting
one of my classmates.”

She rested her hand on my butt as we walked.
“My name is Carlotta. Honey…so do you think you will
have time enough to come by and visit with me,
before you have to return home?”

I had a wicked idea, “I will call my mother and ask
if I can spend the night with my classmate. If you
agrees’ I will come by to spend the night with you!”

The women beamed and even kissed me before
giving me a card with her name, address and phone
number. After another kiss we parted ways.

Upon arriving at Mary’s home, she introduced me
to her family, which consisted of her mother, father
and two younger brothers. We retreated to her
bedroom to talk and play music. I told her all about
the woman on the train. That excited her and she
wanted me to give her all of the details. As I
recounted how she had masturbated me, she started
rubbing her own crotch. While I continued telling her
my story I reached over and slipped my hand under
her dress to play with her panty clad pussy. We
eventually got around to sucking each other’s pussy
until we had an orgasm.

I had an idea, and asked, “Can you get permission
to come home with me, and I will call home and ask to
spend the night with you. That way we can spend the
night with the women I met on the train! It would be
great fun for the two of us to have sex with her!
She is also an Italian!”

Mary went and asked her mother, “Can I go home
with Samantha and spend the night with her?”

Her mother agreed and even helped pack a travel
bag with a nightgown, changer of clothes and her
toothbrush and hairbrush. While they were doing
that I called my mother and sked her if I could spend
the night at Mary’s. Of course she was pleased that
I called, and gave me permission. Then I called
Carlotta and asked, “Hello…can I bring a friend with
me to spend the night?”

Carlotta was pleased when I called, and she was
thrilled when I asked if I could bring my friend for a
visit.

It was only a short walk to Carlotta’s home. We
were greeted with warm hugs and kissed, even before
I introduced them to each other. Carlotta couldn’t
say enough about what pretty girls we were.

I was so damned horny I started feeling up
Carlotta, as she led us to the living-room. I swear
there is something about Italian women that requires
them to feed guests.

She insisted on getting us something to eat. She
had us sit on her couch while she vanished into the
kitchen. When she reappeared she had a tray of
plates full of a variety of sweets and hot tea hot with
cups and saucers. She sat the tray on the coffee
table in front of the couch, and came around to sit
between the two of us.

While we were eating Italian homemade Fig
Newton’s, Cannoli’s and drinking the tea, Carlotta was
asking us to tell her all about ourselves. Mary told
her that had always lived in Queens and met me at
school. I told her that I grew up in Manhattan. Then
Carlotta suggested that we play ‘Truth or Dare.’

Both Mary and I thought that was a little childish,
but agreed to play.

Carlotta started off by asking both of us
“TRUTH OR DARE?”

Mary and I looked at each other, and both said,
“Truth.” On my part it was because I didn’t have a
clue, what Carlotta had in mind.

Carlotta asked both of us, “Have you ever had sex
with a woman or girl, and what happened?”

I went first. “I met an older woman while
shopping a few months ago, and she took me home to
have sex with her. It was the first time I had ever
sucked a pussy!”

Mary was blushing, “I was only 11-year-old when
an older cousin, about 14-years-old, was visiting.
While we were in my bedroom she taught me how to
masturbate and perform oral sex on each other.”

Mary asked the next question, “Truth or dare? I
said Dare, so she said I dare the two of you to kiss
each other…with tongue!”

I sure didn’t have a problem about kissing
Carlotta in front of Mary. Carlotta took me in her
arms and bent me backwards as she kissed me. She
even licked my face and stuck her tongue into my
mouth.

I felt devilish, “The two of you have to flash your
tits!”

All Mary had to do was lift her T-shirt up along
with her brassiere to her chin. Her breasts were
larger than mine and really didn’t need a brassiere to
support them.

Carlotta reminded me of Sophia Loren in her
early movies. Her skin had a natural golden brown
look that was very sexy. She had to unbuttoning the
front of the blouse she had been wearing on the
train. It was a steel gray satin thing suitable for a
business suit. As she pulled the blouse out of her
skirt her slip came into view. Under the blouse she
was wearing a full slip. She also had on underarm
pads to protect her blouse from sweat stains. She
had to remove the blouse to be able to pull the straps
of the slip off of her shoulders. It turned out
eventually that she was wearing very sexy matching
bra and panties. The brassiere was delicate black
lace things that added firm support, but allowed
Mary and me to see her large dark areoles and nipples
through the delicate lace.

She reached behind her back and unhooked the
back of her bra, and then she held the cup of her left
breast and she used her right hand to pull the strap
off her shoulder. Then she repeated the maneuver
for the right tit. As she pulled the bra away from
her body her large breasts spilled out of the cups.
They were heavy and sagged some. She had large
areolas and nipples that were almost the color of milk
chocolate.

Carlotta had the next challenge. Mary and I
agreed that we wanted a dare. “I dare the two of
you to remove your skirt and panties!”

We were both feeling wickedly bold. We stood up
and unfastened our skirts and pulled them down. We
were both wearing our typical school approved of
white panties. Mary and mine had been washed many
times and as a result they were thin enough that our
black pubic patches created a dark shadows in the
crotch of our panties. When we removed them and
tossed them aside, Carlotta couldn’t complement us
enough about what sweet looking pussies we had.

She reached out with both hands and placed them
on our vulvas, and stroked our clits with her middle
fingers.

Mary asked us, “Truth or dare?”

Carlotta and I agreed, “Dare.”

Mary said, “Samantha…I want you to remove
Carlotta’s skirt and remove her panties with your
teeth!”

I stood behind her and unfastened her skirt at
the back of her waist. She helped me pull it down and
stepped out of it. She carefully placed it over the
back of a big reclining chair. Her panties matched
her brassiere, and her pubic hair was visible through
the gossamer fabric.

I tried my best to stick my tongue under the
waistband of her panties. When I managed to
accomplish that task took hold of her panties with my
teeth. I had to get down on my knees to pull the back
of her panties down. Doing so, I was forced to rub
my nose between the crack of her ass. I smelled the
sweet odor of her asshole. It took some doing to
drag them down below her knees, so that she could
step out of them.

When she turned to face me I was eye level with
her crotch. Her pubic hair was as course as mine and
straight too. All of her hair pointed towards her
pussy. I was so close that I could feel the moist heat
emitted from her flesh and smell her pussy. No one
had to ask me to kiss her pussy. I licked her hairy
vulva and diddled her clitoris with my tongue.

Seeing that it was my turn I said, “We might as
well take this to your bedroom!”

Nothing more was said, Carlotta took our hands
and led us to her bedroom. Mary was carrying her
overnight bag clutched in her right hand in front of
her body.

Carlotta assured her, “You really don’t need your
bag, because you wouldn’t need your nightgown this
evening.

Mary and I giggled nervously at her comment.

While Carlotta pulled back the bedspread,
blankets’ and sheet, she suggested this would be the
appropriate time to make yourselves comfortable by
removing the rest of your clothes.

Mary and I didn’t have much on, but Mary still
had her T-shirt on and I had my school blouse on. We
quickly discarded them along with our bras. We kept
an eye on each other as we took off each item of
clothing remaining in unison. Carlotta was also
watching us, and was obviously enjoying our little
striptease.

When we were naked she said, “Please…get on the
bed.”

I helped Mary get on the bed and followed her.
We were sitting next to each other, with our backs
pressed against her pillows and the headboard and
our legs crossed.

“I want the two of you to play with each other
while I watch!” Carlotta added.

Mary and I looked at each other, and both of us
reached over and placed our hands on each other’s
pussy, and started rubbing. While we were rubbing
each other’s pussy, we watched Carlotta get on the
bed and started playing with her right tit with her
left hand while using her right hand to lay with her
pussy.

She had long legs and I couldn’t take my eyes off
her pubic bush while she was sticking two fingers up
her wet pussy. The hairs were as coarse as mine and
as straight as mine. Her labia lips were dangling out
from under the crack of her vulva.

She only masturbated for a short time she
crawled across the bed to get between Mary and me.
As she turned around I got a good look at her ass.
Her asshole had a puckered smoky gray ring around
it. As she nestled between us she gathered us into
her arms, and kissed us in turn, before she pulled our
heads down to her breasts.

Of course we both started sucking on her nipples.
It was all so erotic. I loved the smell of her perfume
and the taste of her flesh. While I was sucking on
her right tit I placed my hand on her belly and
started slipping my hand down her body. I ran my
fingers through her pubic hair. I sought out and
found her clitoris and massaged it vigorously until she
was making all kinds of pleasing sounds as she had an
orgasm. Carlotta was not about to pass up the
opportunity to enjoy the taste of a young girl’s pussy.

She all but picked Mary up bodily, and sat Mary
on her own face. As soon as Mary felt the tongue
probing her pussy she got into it. She was filling the
air with all kinds of nasty remarks, like “Please stick
that nasty tongue into my cunt, you horny bitch!”

Carlotta was also mumbling nasty comments into
Mary’s cunt. When they had an orgasm Carlotta made
me get on my keens with my face resting on the
mattress and got behind me. She spread my ass and
blew air on the asshole. My asshole involuntarily
puckered tightly. She stuck out her tongue and wiped
me from clit to asshole. When her tongue was licking
my clit her nose was pressing against my asshole.

Mary sat there playing with herself while she
watched me cum. It was so intense I actually
squirted clear liquid into Carlotta’s mouth.

The sex was great but we eventually fell asleep.
In the morning the alarm woke us up. We took turns
using the bathroom to clean up. Mary had a change of
clothes, but I had to wear the same clothes I had
worn yesterday. In a wicked jester Carlotta gave me
a pair of tinny stretchable panties to wear.

If school caught me wearing then I could be
expelled from school for a day.

The three of us headed for the platform to catch
the train back into Manhattan. While we were
waiting for the train four women approached us.
They greeted Carlotta with comments like, “You
filthy old bitch! Where did you find these sweet
tasty young things?”

Carlotta chuckled good naturedly at their jibe.
“You filthy old perverts have probably see Mary on
the train many times. Samantha is her classmate and
spent the night here!” as she placed her hand on my
ass.

When the train came to a stop we only had thirty
seconds to board the train. The women gathered
around us in a tight little circle. Mary and I didn’t
have to cling to anything because we were wedged
between the five adult women. We had hand all over
our bodies. Our school skirts were pulled up front
and back. Hands were finger fucking both of our
holes all the way to our stop.

When we had to go up to the roof for physical
education during the last period for the day I did my
best to hide the fact that I was wearing sexy
underwear. Miss O’Brian saw then though and called
me aside.

She said, “If I tell the principal about you coming
to school in inappropriate underwear you will be
suspended for a few days!”

“Yes Ma’am!” I said with all timidity.

She gave me a wicked smile, “If I don’t say
anything I expect you to do me a favor!”

The prospect of getting away offered me some
hope. “I will do anything Ma’am you say!”

Miss O’Brian gave me a wicked smile. She told me
to follow her to her office. When we were inside her
office she reached under her white tennis skirt and
pulled down her own panties and sat down in her
swivel chair. She lifted the front of her pleated
skirt. She said, “I want you to kiss my pussy!”

She was a redheaded Irish woman, and her pubic
hair was red too. She had freckles on all of her body,
even on her legs.

I was over my apprehension by that time, so I
knelt between her legs and started licking her pussy
with gusto. It didn’t take long before she had an
orgasm. As she stood up and pulled her panties up
she asked, “Would you like to be my girlfriend and
visit me from time to time?”

“Oh…Miss O’Brian I would love to be your
girlfriend. I’m sure my friend Mary would also like to
be your girlfriend too!”

I called Mary on my cell phone and told her about
what Miss O’Brian had made me do. Mary was thrilled
at the idea that we were going to have sex with our
gym teacher.

We waited until the weekend before we visited
Miss O’Brian. The two of us met on the train
platform in Queens and took the short ride to her
stop. When we rang her doorbell we were greeted by
our teacher wearing only a transparent negligée. She
had a short hair style for easy care and quick drying
after showers.

Mary and I had brought along extra clothes in our
book back packs just in case we needed to change
before going home.

Miss O’Brian told us to call her Dannie, short for
Daniela. Then she ushered us into her modest living
room. She still assumed the air of authority. I guess
bossing girls around just came naturally to her. She
demanded that we strip in front of her.

Mary seemed to really be intimated by her
alterative voice. I had a hard time keeping from
smiling. I looked upon it all as a sex game.

We dropped our packs and started taking off our
clothes. When we were both naked Dannie demanded
that we take turns sitting on each other ankles, so
that the other one could do sit ups. The thing she
wanted us to do on the sit up wad to stick our nose in
each other’s pussy. We did that until we were
sweating profusely.

Dannie had a stationary bicycle in her living room
and was riding it while we worked out. She also
worked up a good sweat. When all of us were dripping
with sweat she sat on her coffee table with her legs
spread and told us to eat her pussy.

She didn’t wear any perfume, so she had a natural
body odor. When I knelt between her legs and moved
my head in between pussy there was a very strong
womanly odor. It was a smell I had grown to love. My
nose was so sensitive to the odor I could smell the
crotch of women when I was near them. I could even
tell by the smell when someone was menstruating. At
that moment I wanted nothing more than to taste her
cunt. While I was tongue fucking her she wrapped
her sweaty legs around my heard. She reacted by
flopping around on the surface of the coffee table
until she announced in a loud voice, “I’m cumming!”

When she dismissed me, she motioned for Mary
to take my place between her legs. Mary went to
work feverishly sucking Dannie’s cunt. Watching her
doing that I was inspired to get down on my knees
behind Mary and start licking her asshole.

Dannie was so impressed watching he licking
Mary’s asshole, she interrupted Mary’s effort long
enough to get on her knees on the top of the coffee
table and have Mary eat her asshole.

I was having more sex with older women than a
hooker. I still cruised the fashionable shopping
districts looking for older women.

One of those days when I didn’t have anything
better to do, I went Macy’s department store to
waste time looking around. When I happened to be
passing the baby section I happened to see a woman
looking at breasts pumps. What caught my eye was
she looked a little old to be lactating. I just had to
approach her to find out her story. I stood next to
her as if I was looking at the baby accessories in the
showcase, and listened to the woman’s exchange with
the clerk.

The woman was saying that her old breasts pump
was broken and she needed a new one. She told the
clerk to ring it up, and she paid for it with an
American Express card, and the clerk bagged the
purchase. As the woman left the baby section I
followed her.

The woman noticed I was walking next to her, and
asked, “Can I help you honey?”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I was fascinated
watching you purchase the beasts pump. Can you tell
me why you were buying it?”

The woman gave me a warm smile, “I belong to a
group of women that provide breast milk to women
that can’t or refuse to breast feed their babies.”

“Have you been doing that for very long?”

The woman said, “I have been doing it for twelve
years now. When I weaned my child I continued to
milk my breasts for other women.”

“Why would you do that, “Wont that make you
breasts sag?”

“Babes have no immunities from disease. They
get some protection from mother’s milk. Cow’s milk
doesn’t provide the protection. As for the future of
my breasts I’m not concerned about what my breasts
will look like, my child.”

“How do you do it?”

“My, aren’t you the inquisitive one!”

“I really don’t mean to be rude, I’m just
fascinated.”

She asked, “What is your name, and aren’t you a
little young to be concerned about babies?”

“My name is Samantha, and I’m 15-years old.”

“Honey, I would have guessed that you were no
more than 10 years old.”

“I’m half Japanizes, so I got the size from my
mother. They say I will probably only grow another
couple of inches.”

“I’m sorry!” she said.

“I’m happy with my size, because women like to
mother me.”

The woman smiled knowingly, “My name is Stacie,
if you would like to accompany me home, you may
watch me milk myself.”

It was just a short trip on the underground to
her stop. We went up the elevator to the tenth floor
to her apartment. She told me to make myself
comfortable while she washed the new pump. She
removed her coat and dropped it on a chair as she
took the box containing the breast pump from the
Macy’s bag. I heard the water running in the kitchen.
It didn’t take long and she reappeared with her new
breast pump in hand. She sat down next to me on the
large sectional couch, and set about attaching a baby
bottle to the bottom of the pump. She sat it down
long enough to expose her breasts.

There was nothing shy about Stacie. She was
wearing a knitted top. She simply placed her thumbs
at the swooping neckline and pulled the top down and
under her nursing brassiere. She had breasts that
had to be at least 38-DD size. It was all that her
brassiere could do to contain her tits. She unsnapped
the padded cup and pulled it down, so that her breast
was poking through triangular straps attached to the
shoulder straps. Her breast had a nice round shape,
and her areola must have measured 3-inches across
and was a mauve color. Her nipples was large too.

She leaned over to pick up the pump and she
pressed the clear plastic conical cup over her areola.
She was holding the baby bottle with one hand while
using the other hand to squeeze the bulb to create
suction. It took several pumps before I witnessed
several streams of milk going in different directions
and then coating the interior of the conical cup. The
liquid flowed into the bottle slowly. By the time she
finished milking the tit the baby bottle contained a
little more than four ounces of milk. She broke the
suction to remove the pump.

She unfastened the flap over the other tit and
let it fall. I could see that the interior of the cup
was moist. Obviously the tit had been leaking. She
looked at me and asked, “Honey, would you like to
taste my milk?”

I had been hoping she would allow me to suck on
her tit, and quickly said, YES!”

Stacie helped me turn around with my feet on the
couch and my head resting on her lap. She cradled
my head in her left arm while using her right hand
with her index and middle fingers on either side of
her nipple as she positioned the nipple in my mouth.

I discovered that it took sucking to get milk to
flow, but one it stared I was able suckle a little less
hard. I had no memory of sucking my mother’s tits or
the taste of mother’s milk. It was a lot more watery
than cow’s milk. It did taste sweet to me. While I
was nursing Stacie used her right hand to pull my
skirt up and started rubbing my crotch. Eventually
she worked my panties down to my knees, so that she
had access to my pussy.

She pulled on my coarse straight pubic hair as far
as my flesh would allow without causing me undue
pain. Then she sought out and found my clitoris and
started whipping it around with her fingertip. I was
getting so excited that I couldn’t keep my butt still.
Just when I was about cum she removed her hand
down to my cunt. She even managed to switch to
finger fucking my ass several times between
masturbating my pussy. When I couldn’t control it
any longer I had an explosive orgasm.

When Stacie withdrew her hand it was covered
with my juice. She lifted her fingers to her mouth
and sucked her finger clean, and even licked her hand
clean.

Stacie informed me that what women ate and
drank affected the taste of their milk. She told me
that she prefers to eat fresh celery after meals to
sweeten the taste of her milk. I continued sucking
her milk until it was actually causing her discomfort.
She told me that the tit was empty for now, and
pried my mouth away from her nipple.

I lay there with my head in her lap, while she
stroked my head of long hair. After my orgasm I
became aware of the smell of her pussy. She was
obviously sexually stimulated, so it was only right for
me to see to it that Stacie have an orgasm. I rolled
off the couch and knelt between Stacie’s legs. When
I reached under her dress to grasp her panties, she
lifted her butt just long enough to be able to pull
them down past her knees. I soon had them free of
her feet.

I turned my attention to her pussy. I put my
head under her dress and sought out her pussy. Her
pubic hair was spread sparsely over her vulva. There
was a strong womanly odor. I was sure the only way it
could smell that strong was from not having washed in
several days. The smell made me very horny, and my
pussy wet. I sucked on her clit and pulled on the
flesh until she hammered my ears with her thighs
while she proclaimed that she was cumming.

When I joined her on the couch she cuddled me
against her warm body. I remembered that she had
told me that she had been milking her breasts for 12-
years, and wondered how old her child was.

“How old are is child, and where is it?”

Stacie gave me a little smile, “My daughter is 19-
years old and attending Brown University. She will be
coming home shorty during spring break.” and she
pointed to a photograph. That’s Amy!”

I was puzzled by the math. Her daughter would
have been 7-years old when she started milking her
tits. “How were you able to produce milk when your
daughter was so old?”

Stacie said, “I breast fed my daughter until she
was in second grade. Amy used mother’s milk to
sweeten her tea and coffee until she went to college.
In fact she complains in her letters that she hasn’t
sweetened her coffee properly since going to
college.”

The image of her daughter nursing from her
mother’s breast until she was 7 was so wickedly
erotic. I found myself masturbating at the thought.
I eventually had to get dressed and go home, but
made arrangements with Stacie to do this again soon.
I even gave her my cellphone number so that she
could let me know when I could meet Amy.

I visited Stacie several times during the next
month. I enjoyed nursing from her tits and sucking
her pussy, but I also was thinking about the women I
had sex with. They had all been the motherly type. I
knew about dykes but had not met one as of yet. I
knew there were gay and lesbian night clubs in
Grenage Village, but there was no way I would be
allowed in. Even at fifteen I could still get into
movies buying child tickets. Still I couldn’t resist the
temptation.

I made my way down to the village. I figured
there had to be a way to get picked up by a true blue
dyke. I found an obvious lesbian bar and positioned
myself nearby. I saw several potential dykes but was
reluctant to approach them. I was looking for a lone
female. Just about the time I was going to give up
and go home, alone female walked past me. At first I
mistook her for a man.

Her hair was greased back like a man’s. She was
wearing jeans with leather cross trainer shoes and a
leather biker’s jacket. I only got a glimpse of a
sports shirt collar. When I realized she was a female
I stepped out and approached her. “Hello…my name is
Samantha, and I would like to talk to you?”

She looked me up and down, “I don’t fuck around
with jail bate!”

“Please listen to me for a moment! I’m actually
15, and I’m just small for my age!”

“You are as cute as a button, so what is your
problem?”

“Can we go someplace where we can talk?”

She paused, “Okay…follow me.”

I followed her past the bar and we crossed the
street. She led me to a shabby building and up three
flights of stairs to the door of what turned out to be
her apartment. When she turned on the lights I got
my first good look at her face. She had dark bushy
eyebrows, long straight nose, square jaw, and there
was a hit of a mustache on her upper lip.

“What is your story, homey?’

“Okay…My name is Samantha and I have been
seeing older women since I was 12, and I figured I
should meet your kind of woman.”

She chuckled with a deep voice, “You can say it.
I’m a dyke! My name is Robbie, and if you want me to
fuck you, you will have to take off your clothes!”

While I started peeling off my clothes I felt
funny having this steely eyed dike watching my every
move like a cat plays with a mouse before eating it.
She didn’t say anything while I took off my bra and
panties. Even thought I was still as small as most
preteens, my breasts were a firm 33-C size.

All she said was, “Nice tits!”

She gathered me up in her arms and kissed me on
the mouth. She did it as if she expected me to panic
hand want to flee, but I returned her kiss.

While kissing her I smelled the leather of her
jacket and the stink of cigarette smoke clinging to
her clothes. When I didn’t panic she started removing
her clothes. The jacket came first, then the sports
shirt. She had a lean body, but she had her tits
strapped down with a strip of cloth. She had to
unwind the bandage before her breasts were
exposed. They were no more than a B size. Binding
them down seemed useless to me.

While I studied her breasts she unbuckled the
heavy leather belt of her tight jean. She used her
toes to pull her shoes off before trying to pull her
jeans down. She would have never gotten them over
her shoes. She was wearing men’s white boxer
shorts. There was a substantial bulge in the
underwear. I wondered what she had in there. When
she pulled the flaps apart, the snaps popped open. As
she let the underwear fall I saw that she was wearing
a strap-on dildo over a thick patch of pubic hair.

I had never seen a woman with so much body hair.
Both of her small areolas were ringed with dark hairs,
her navel had hair in it, and it trickling down to meet
her pubic patch showing above the plastic belted base
of the belted dildo. She even had hairs on the
insides of her thighs, and her lower legs were hairy
too.

When she was totally naked she hugged me again
and while kissing my mouth she grabbed both cheeks
of my ass with both hands. Being kissed by a woman
with a mustache was strange to me. She played with
my tits for a while and masturbated my pussy with
her fingers long enough to get my juices flowing. She
tasted her fingers before placing my butt right on
the edge of the couch.

She produced a little package condom. I didn’t
understand why she bothered ripping the package
open with her teeth, and rolled a condom over the
dildo. Then she held onto my ankles she lifted my
legs up she drove the dildo deep into my pussy.
Apparently she had put on a lubricated condom to
make it easier to fuck me. We were both sweating by
the time I had an orgasm.

I assumed the sex was about over, but she turned
me over and drove the dildo into my asshole and
fucked me like a robot. After I got over the shock
of being fucked in the ass I got into it and even had
another orgasm. Now that I had been fucked
properly she wanted me to satisfy her.

She removed her strap-on dildo and tossed it
aside. She sat on the couch with her back against
the armrest and bent the knee of the leg on the
inside while keeping the other foot on the floor. She
combed her pubic hair with her fingernails, as she
beckoned me to come eat her pussy.

I got on my knees between her legs and
supported myself by placing my hands on her thighs,
and thrust my face into that thick patch of dark
pubic hair. I spit on her pussy and licked the hairs
until I was able to get hold of her clit and labia minor
without hairs in my mouth. I sucked her pussy until
she bucked her hips up smashing her pubic bone
against my nose. She also praised my efforts with a
string of nasty expletives acknowledging her orgasm.

When she recovered she flipped over onto her
own knees presenting her butt to me. I spread the
cheeks of her ass wide open and spit on her asshole
before licking her from pussy to the dimple at the
top of her ass. I tongue fucked her until she let me
know she had cum.

I was proud of myself having pleased a dyke.
Robbie and I exchanged cellphone numbers before I
got dressed to go home.

I had forgotten about the transfer of the smell
of cigarettes and leather to my body and clothes.
When I got home mother inquired why I smelled like
an ashtray. I quickly proclaimed that the people on
the train smelled terrible. She told me to take a
shower and change clothes.

While I was in the shower I wondered how long I
could keep my sex life from my mother.

One balmy day I was hanging out in Central Park
enjoying the weather and reading a book while sitting
on a bench when an attractive woman sat down on the
bench next to me. When I looked up from the pages
in my book I was impressed by the woman. She was
dressed impeccably in the latest style. I thought she
looked like a fashion model except for her age. Her
face was still very attractive, but her makeup
couldn’t hide the age lines. I would have guested that
she was about fifty years old. Her brunet hair was
thick and flowed over her shoulders like a video
model for a hair commercial.

She gave me a warm smile, and asked, “What are
you reading, my child?” with a thick French accent.

“I’m reading a romance novel.” I responded.

“My name is Felisha! What is you name Honey?”

“My name is Samantha.”

“That is a darling name! Do you live nearby?”

“I live a few blocks east of here.”

“I live nearby myself, and I was enjoying the
weather today.”

We talked about our preference in literature,
fashion, movies and such. By bout 1:00 O’clock it was
getting a little uncomfortably warm, so she suggested
that I join her for something cool to drink at her
place. Of course I couldn’t resist her offer.

We crossed 5th Avenue and entered the lobby of
a plush hotel. The doorman and staff greeted her
with polite respect as we made our way to the
elevators. I watched her press the button for the
top floor. She held my hand all the way up to the
penthouse. I couldn’t imagine how much money she
must have, to be able to afford living like this.

We were even greeted by a maid, dressed in an
immaculately starched and pressed uniform.

Felisha thanked her and requested that she bring
us a couple of glasses of Long Island Iced Tea to the
living room.

The maid said, “Yes, Ma’am” and headed through a
door to what I assumed was a kitchen, while Felisha
led me by the hand to a magnificently appointed living
room. She insisted on sitting next to me on a couch
that even smelled like it was new. The end tables and
cocktail table had crystal figurines on them. I had
seen such items in fine stores, and knew the price tag
for each of them was equal to the average person’s
annual salary.

When the maid appeared with a try with two tall
frosty glasses, and placed the tray on the cocktail
table in front of us. Felisha handed me one of the
glasses, and dismissed the maid with, “Lupe you may
have the afternoon off my dear!”

The maid thanked her and left without question.

Felisha asked me to tell her about myself.

I told her about where I lived, my family and
where I went to school. I deliberately omitted my
sexual encounters with older women, just in case she
was not trying to seduce me.

She started telling me about herself. She told
me that she came from one of the wealthiest families
in the world. She told me how upset she was when
her family shopped her off to a boarding school in
France. She told me that the school was located in
the northern portion of the wine country, operated
by Catholic nuns. She told me that she didn’t speak
French at the time, and was hart sick feeling as if
she had been abandoned by her family. She was
crying like a baby constantly.

There was one nun that spoke enough English to
be able to communicate with me, named Sister
Angela. I attached myself to her in desperation. I
cried so much that the other girls in my dorm
complained about me, so Sister Angela took me into
room and allowed me to sleep with her.

It was hard to tell how old she was because in her
black and white habit. Only her hands and face were
visible. I couldn’t even tell what color her hair was,
until she got ready for bed.

She removed the black mantel, pined to the white
hood, which was tied at the back of her head. She
folded them carefully and placed them on a night
table. That allowed me to see her short curly brown
hair.

I would have guessed that she was my mother’s
age. Then she untied the sash cord around her waist
and bent down to pull the black habit up and over her
head. She hung it up carefully. She had on a white
garment that looked like an old fashioned night shirt.
She sat on the edge of her bed and removed her
shoes and socks. Then she even helped me undress.

She complemented me for being so pretty, while I
put on my nightgown. Then she pulled back the
blankets and got in, and invited me to get in with her.
It was very comforting to feel her warm body
pressing against the back of my small body. I got
used to sleeping with her every night.

The other girls teased me in French for being a
baby, which only isolated me more from my
classmates more.

One night while cuddling in bed with Sister
Angela, she was kissing the back of my neck and she
reached around my hip to placed her hand on my
crotch. It felt so good the way she stroked me. She
started doing that to me every night. One hot
summer’s night she suggested that it would be cooler
if we slept in the nude without covers over us. It was
all very exciting for me. We were about to engage in
a secret game.

I had never seen her naked before. Being a
French nun she didn’t shave any of her body hair.
Her underarms had a lot of dark hair that parted
when she lifted her arms. Some was on her arm and
the rest was on her body. She had hairy legs, but it
was her vulva fascinated me the most, ‘I had never
seen an adult woman’s pussy before. She had a lot of
hair covering her mound. When I asked if all women
had hair like hers, she assured me that all adult
women have hair, but some women shave or pluck the
hair from under their arms and on their legs, some
even remove the hair from their mounds.

She reached down and stroked my smooth mound
and assured me that in a few years I would have hair
down there. It felt good and when she tried to
remove her hand, I grabbed her wrist and pressed
her hand against my pussy. She relaxed her hand and
even stroked the clitoris with her fingertip.

I struggled to turn my head enough to be able to
kiss her on the mouth. I turned my body over to face
her, and I marveled at her breasts. I had never seen
naked breasts before. I couldn’t resist kissing them.
Sister Angela covered my face with kisses before
pressing her mouth against mine.

At one point she lifted her arm to brush my hair,
and I stuck my nose in her hairy armpit. She didn’t
use perfume, so her armpit had a natural mucky odor.
I licked the hair with my wet tongue plastering the
hair against her flesh. That pleased Sister Angela
very much.

She held up one of her tits and offered me the
nipple to suck on. I sucked on it so hard that she
cautioned me not to bite her nipple. It disappointed
me when she pulled her tit out of my mouth, but she
propped me up against the wall, and very gently
parted my legs. She kissed my pussy and licked it. I
had never felt anything so exciting before. There
was no part of my body she didn’t kiss and lick. In
fact she even licked and tongued my asshole.

She paused after doing that to see what my
reaction would be. I was horny as hell and it must
have shown on my face.

She placed her hand on my thigh and stroked it.
“How old are you dear?”

I told her the truth, “I’m 16 years old!”

I can’t believe that! You look no older than 12!”

I smiled, “I’m part Japanese, and I am as small as
my mother. I still get into theaters for a child’s
ticket price.”

Felisha smiled, “I think you are the sexiest thing
I have met in years. Would you like me to make love
to you the way Sister Angela taught me?”

I couldn’t contain my excitement, “YES, of
course!”

She stood up and pulled me to my feet, and led
me to her spacious bedroom. She opened a walk-in
closet and showed me a collection of school girl’s
uniforms in a variety of sizes, and there were a
couple of nun’s habits identical to the one she had
described to me. It was obvious what she had in
mind.

I selected a uniform with a tag that was my size,
and sat on the dressing bench to change clothes. She
selected a habit and proceeded to change clothes as
well. We didn’t look at each other until we were
dressed.

I check out what I looked like in the full length
mirror. I looked like a twelve year old Catholic school
girl, and Felisha looked like the picture of a Catholic
nun except for the makeup, a fact that I could
overlook.

She led me back to her bedroom and we knelt
beside the bed. She and I recited prayers. She set
about undressing me, as she accused me of not having
done my homework properly, and she was going to
punish me. She had me prostrate myself across the
bed face down, before she started spanking my
bottom with her bare hand. She did not restrain her
ardor. In no time the cheeks of my butt were bright
red. When she was satisfied with her efforts she
bent over and kissed the tender cheeks of my ass.

She stroked my cheeks with her warm hands and
ran her fingers up and down the valley of my ass. She
even sought out my little asshole, clit and even
probed the depths of my cunt. She was even pleased
to find that I was not a virgin. Her tender
administrations were turning me on. I felt a strong
desire to make love to her.

When I got off of the bed I knelt before Felisha.
I thanked her for correcting my lack of dedication to
my studies, all in the vein of our game.

Felisha blessed me and as an act of contrition on
my part she told me to offer my prayers to the
mound of Venus. Then she lifted her habit and
undergarment by the hem and dMolestationd it over my
head. The heavy wool fell completely over my body.
It was very dark under the heavy garment. The only
light was showing at her feet. I didn’t have any
trouble finding her mound of Venus. All I had to was
follow the pungent odor. I found that her crotch was
as hairy as the description of her beloved Sister
Angela’s pussy. I clung to her naked hips while I
sucked her clit and pussy until she had an orgasm. I
even reached up to grasp both tits.

I wondered if all nuns were naked under their
habits. The idea was deliciously erotic to me.

Felisha even managed to turn around while I was
still under the wool. I buried my face in between her
plump cheeks. I was not reluctant about tongue
fucking her asshole. Felisha was very appreciative of
my efforts.

She ended the game by removing the habit and
placing me on her bed. She couldn’t do enough for
me. She kissed me very passionately before working
her way down my body. She sucked y breasts until
they were swollen and red. My breasts had developed
o a respectable 34-C by that time. She sucked my
pussy one more time. After I had another orgasm
she sat at the foot of the bed and picked up my right
foot. She sucked on my toes. While she was doing
that she extended her right leg and started rubbing
my pussy with her big toe. She managed to get all
five toes in my pussy and actually fucked me with her
foot until I cried out about another cum.

To my surprise the maid had not left. She
announced that the bath was drawn. Felisha led me
to the bathroom and helped me get in the tub. It was
warm and scented with a rose fragrance. The maid
waited with a large soft bath towel to dry us off.

It disturbed me to have a maid help me get
dressed. Felisha called down to have the hotel driver
take me home. The black limousine was s large I
could have laid down crossways in the back seat. I
worried about my parents seeing me get out of the
limo or some noise neighbor telling them about a
Schaffer opening a limo door for me.

Luckily they were not home, I was able to cover
the smell of the rose scented bath with my own
fragrance and get into my nightgown. I was safely
and comfortably in my bed before they got home. I
went to sleep with delicious images of Felisha’s body
on my mind. I could even remember the smell of her
cunt while I plaid with my pussy.

I knew that I was going to play her nun game
again and even see if I could get Lupe the maid
involved.
I called Felisha one afternoon to ask her if I
could come by for a visit, because I did enjoy playing
the game with her, and I wanted to get a taste of the
maid’s, pussy too. There was something erotic about
swell of her big Puerto Rican butt that turned me on,
everything about her screamed sex. I was sure
Felisha made good use of her virtues when she wasn’t
picking up girl like me.

Felisha was thrilled to get my call and we agreed
that I should come to her place after school. This
time I was actually in my own school uniform and
carrying my back pack with my school books and other
school supplies.

The hotel staff only smiled as I made my way
through the lobby on my way to the elevators. When
I rang the doorbell to the penthouse Lupe answered
the door. She did look fetching in her starched and
pressed uniform. She greeting me with a warm smile
and told me, “Madam is in the living room and followed
me as I walked to the living room. I did not expect to
find two women there.

Felisha was facing me, already decked out in her
nun’s habit. The second woman had her back to me.
All I could see was the back of the black nun’s cowl,
and there was another person sitting next to her
wearing the white robe of a novice. As I came around
the couch the woman and the one in the novice habit
turned to greet me, and we paused because we
recognized each other.

The nun was the one that taught Catechism class,
and the one in the novice habit was a classmate of
mine, named Victoria. After completion of our first
communion Vickie had proudly professed her desire
to become a nun. From that day on Sister Luke had
done everything possible to prepare her for the life
she was preparing to enter.

I sure as hell didn’t expect to meet them at the
home of a cougar lesbian like Felisha, or see Vickie
decked out like she was already a novice,

Felisha saw the looks on our faces and realized
that we knew each other. She spoke up, “I’m sorry…I
didn’t know that you knew each other!”

Her statement got my attention, bur Sister Luke
spoke up, “Samantha and Vickie are students at
school. I taught both of them Catechism.”

She addressed me, “Please don’t tell anyone you
met us here at Felisha’s?”

I was as stunned as much as they were, but I
managed to say, “I promise not to say anything, but
tell me what’s going on?”

Sister Luke added, “I had no idea that the young
girl Felisha was planning for us meet was going to turn
out to be one of my students!”

I gave a questioning look at Vickie, because she
was still in high school and I knew she was not ready
to become a novice. Sister Luke understood my
confusion, “I am introducing Vickie to what her life as
a nun will be. Since we have to give up the worldly
life we develop ‘Special Friendships’ to take care of
our physical needs. Knowing that Felisha was
introducing us to one of her young friends I borrowed
a novice habit for Vickie to wear for the occasion.

There was some nervous laughter all around
before we relaxed.

Felisha said, “I had no intention of embarrassing
the three of you. I had no idea that you might even
know each other. When I met Samantha in the park
she was not wearing a school uniform. Had she been
wearing this uniform (as she touched my pleated
skirt) I would have recognized it as the kind worn by
Catholic school girls, and might have guested that you
might know each other. Can all of you forgive me?”

Sister Luke said, “I had no idea that Samantha
was into older women sexually, and especially with
woman friend of mine. But now that Samantha knows
about Vickie and me, I hope she want hold it against
us. Samantha, if you’re willing to keep our secret I
would love to have you become a ‘Special Friend’ to
us!” as she looked me in the eyes.

Sister Luke’s revelation shocked me. I had never
suspected that Sister Luke had sexual feelings at all.
Luke most of my classmates we thought Vickie was
either strange for wanting to become a nun, or at
least foolish.

Sister Luke asked me, “Child, when did you first
explore sex with older women?”

I smiled playfully, “I was 12 years old when I
learned about lesbian sex and figured that I might as
well find a woman to teach me. I started hanging out
on Park Avenue until a cougar picked me up. A
fashionable woman named Mamie took me to her 5th
Avenue apartment. I can truly say that I loved
everything she taught me that afternoon. I have
been seeing older women ever since.”

“I know how close you are to your friend Mary,
are you also including her in your list of lovers?”

“Mary figured out I was having sex with the older
woman she had seen me with, and she admitted that
she loved me. That led to us having sex with each
other on occasions, but I don’t include her with my
older women friends. Our gym teacher caught us
making out in the locker room. Her name is Miss
O’Brian, and she threatened to have me expelled if I
didn’t suck her pussy. She didn’t really need to
blackmail me. I would have been happy to suck her
pussy. I do enjoy hg sex with older women. Each and
every woman I have met has proven to be excellent
teachers.”

Sister Luke smiled impishly, “Miss O’Brian’s sexual
tastes are well known by most of the staff at school.
Perhaps you would like to demonstrate for me what
you have learned!”

The thought of having sex with a nun, for god’s
sake was bad enough, but she was one of my teachers.
It was both frightening and titillating at the same
time. In an act of false bravado I said, “I’m aware
what Felisha doesn’t have on under her habit! Do you
also go commando under your robes?”

Sister Luke smiled, “To find out that answer you
will have to find out for yourself!”

I knelt before her and lifted her habit. She also
had the white nightshirt like undergarment on. When
I lifted them up to expose her legs I found that she
didn’t shave her legs. She also didn’t shave her pussy.
While I buried my face in her crotch I ran my hands
up her torso to find out if her breasts were not
restrained. They were resting on her ribcage without
any restraints. I was beginning to think all nuns would
be naked under their robes. While I set about
sucking Sister Luke’s pussy, Felisha flipped my
pleated skirt over my back and pulled my panties
down to my knees.

She placed the palms of her hands on my butt
cheeks and spread them apart with her thumbs. I
felt her spit on my asshole before she started licking
my ass. It was so wickedly exciting to be licking the
pussy of a nun I had known for years. I found that
Sister Luke’s clit was a fat thing that looked like a
baby’s penis. I sucked on it until she told me in the
nastiest of terms that she was cumming. I had never
heard her talk like that before, and it shocked me.
When I lifted my head and looked up at her face. It
was glowing with pleasure.

Having sex with a nun was exciting beyond
understanding. When Sister Luke and I had an
orgasm we paused to rest, I sat back on my heels I
looked at Vickie, and she had lifted her white robe up
and was finger fucking her own pussy.

As Felisha sat back in her chair Vickie
approached the chair on her hands and knees. Felisha
and Vickie lifted Felisha’s robe up to expose her body
from the waist down. Felisha’s legs were as smooth
as a baby’s butt, and her pussy was also devoid of any
hair.

I turned around on the floor between Sister
Luke’s legs with my head resting against Sister Luke’s
pussy, as the two of us watched Vickie suck Felisha’s
pussy.

Felisha sat back in the chair to enjoy having my
classmate ate her pussy. She casually even called for
the maid to bring in refreshments.

Lupe brought in a tray with tall glasses filled with
amber liquid and ice cubes, along with sweet breads.
She presented the tray to each of us starting with
Sister Luke, me, then Vickie and Felisha. When I
lifted the glass to my lips I could smell alcohol. The
first sip stung my throat. The second sip went down
smoothly. Before Lupe could vanish I placed my hand
on the back of her brown thigh.

She froze and made no effort to stop me. Her
thigh was smooth to the touch. I ran my hand up the
back of her thigh. The short skirt had several
petticoats under it making the skirt stand out almost
horizontal. I sought out her butt. All I felt was
smooth warm flesh until my fingers reach the narrow
strip of the thong she was wearing. It was a simple
matter to pull the thong aside and admire the dark
ring around her asshole. I even leaned in and licked
her asshole. She wiggled her butt for me, and I
probed her asshole with my tongue.

Sister Luke, Vickie and Felisha watched me
sucking the maid’s ass with a smile on their faces. I
turned Lupe around so that I could get at her pussy.
When I pulled her thong down to her knees I saw
that her mound of Venus was devoid of any hair. Her
skin was an even golden brown and her labia minor lips
dangled below her labia major, like dark rubbery
excess shin. Her pussy was wet. I sucked on her
clitoris until she had a strong orgasm. When I lifted
my head she smiled at me, “Would Miss like me to
suck her pussy?”

Her cool professional demeanor disturbed me.
She sounded like she was simply asking me if I
wanted tea or milk. My response to question was a
short, “Maybe later!”

When I looked over at Felisha, Vickie was sitting
next to her in the chair and they had their legs
dMolestationd over each other’s, and were masturbating
each other vigorously.

Without any further thought about the way Lupe
had acted as if my eating her pussy was just a simple
service she provided as part of her job I turned my
attention to Sister Luke again.

I helped her remove the cowl and pull her habits
over her heads. The white undergarment came off
the same way. When she was naked I stood back and
admired her. I was well aware of Felisha’s attributes,
but I had never seen Sister Luke naked before.

Oh…I had seen her in civilian street clothes
before, so I knew what her hair looked like, but I had
never even thought about her as a sexual being
before. Now I was looking at her with a new
prospective. Time had been kind to her. She looked
much younger than her age, even though she had
gained some extra weight over the years. Her
breasts were soft round orbs that nature made for
the production of milk to nourish children. They
begged to be suckled, and her vagina was still ripe for
breading. It was such a waste that she didn’t have
children of her own.

I couldn’t resist the urge to lie across her lap and
suck on her tits like I was her baby. While she
stroked my hair I found a way to get my hand on her
pussy. I masturbated her until she let me know that
she was cumming.

During all of that Felisha was sitting there
masturbating Vickie. They both had a look of pure
ecstasy on their faces. They looked so lovely that I
had to do my best to please them.

I moved across the space between the couch and
the chair on my hands and knees. When I started
sucking Vickie’s pussy I also shoved my fingers deep
onto Felisha’s pussy. I sucked on Vickie’s pussy as
hard as I could while masturbating Felisha.
Eventually both of them cried out, “I’m cumming you
little bitch!”

Sister Luke pulled me back to the couch by my
arm and dMolestationd me across her naked lap. She flipped
my skirt over my back and pulled my panties down to
my knees, and then she started spanking my butt with
her hand. At first it was just mild stinging, but she
kept increasing the power of the spanking until it
really hurt. I was crying like a baby. When the
cheeks of my ass was flaming red she started
stroking my butt, but that just held the heat in and
added to the pain. Then she slipped her hand
between my legs and tickled my pussy. She found a
way to stick her thumb in my asshole, three fingers in
my count, and even used her little finger to jam
against my clit while she masturbated me.

She stood me up and undressed me. Even with my
diminutive size my breasts had become quite large.
It was almost embarrassing. I looked like a little girl,
but my breasts were out of proportion for my size. I
could understand why women had breast reduction
surgery, but at the same time I could use them to
attract women. Even in my school uniform, all I had
to do was unbutton my sweater or blouse to expose
the deep cleavage and both men and women’s eyes
went right for my tits.

Like most Japanizes females my pubic hair was
black, coarse and straight. It was pressed against my
flesh and looked as if it was combed towards my
pussy opening. Of course I had underarm hair that I
shaved regularly, but other than that my body was
hairless. I thank my mother for her genes. I favor
her so much.

Vicki and Sister Luke clung to my breasts while
suckling on them. Felisha was kneeling behind me and
was licking my butt. Sister Luke used her hand to
play with my pussy. Felisha was soon tongue fucking
me asshole. By the time I had an orgasm I felt my
bladder demanding relief.

I excused myself and headed for the bathroom.
I had no more than sat down and the door opened to
the sound of my urine splashing in the water in the
bowl. It was Lupe looking so damned delicious in the
little maid’s uniform. Her long brown legs were
perfect. There was no need to cover them with
nylons, and her ripe breasts almost spilled out over
the top of the dress.

I couldn’t resist reaching out and pulled the front
of the uniform down to expose her luscious tits with
the large dark chocolate areolas and nipples. I
couldn’t hold her cool response earlier against her.

When I finished peeing Lupe wiped my pussy for
me, and even flushed the toilet for me. She didn’t
allow me to get up. She simply pulled me to the edge
of the seat, and knelt between my legs. It was
thrilling to look down and see her brown hands on my
pale thighs and the top of her nappy head while she
used her big tongue to lick my pussy. I was howling
by the time she made me cum. I was so excited by all
of the sex I didn’t want it to end, but eventually the
party came to an end. We got dressed and said our
goodbyes to each other. Sister Luke and Vickie even
drove me home.

Mother saw the car pull up and me getting out of
the car. Mother saw the driver in a nun’s habit and
the other person wearing a novice’s habit, but it was
too dark to tell who they were. When I got to our
apartment she asked who had brought me home, and I
told her that it had been Sister Luke and a novice. I
couldn’t very well tell her that my classmate was
playing dress up.

I slept like a baby that night, with sweet dreams
of female flesh all over me.

One afternoon right after school I went to a local
bookstore. I was in my plaid school skirted uniform
with the blue blazer, with my book bag slung over my
left shoulder. I was simply planning on reading a few
pages of lesbian erotica, because even though I was
16 years old I still so young looking I was able to buy
a child’s ticket to get in movies.

I casually wondered through the shelves until I
got to the lesbian section. I selected a book with an
interesting title and flipped through the pages until I
got to the sexual part. I was so engrossed in reading
the description of the sex between the women I was
oblivious to my surroundings. What brought me back
to reality was the feeling of a hand on my butt. It
startled me. Not only was there a hand on my ass, I
could smell the expensive perfume and feel the body
heat of a woman. I turned my head to get a look at
the woman.

I was impressed with the woman. Her face
reminded me of Barbra Streisand when she was in
her thirties, down to the curly brown hair. She was a
head taller than me. She was wearing a shiny light
gray business suit, as she gave me a smile and I
smiled back.

I debated whether to just offer to just go with
her or continue reading. I opted to continue reading,
because having sex in public was an added thrill. The
prospect of possibly getting caught was a turn on, so
I simply returned to reading the book.

The woman stood right behind me, moved my pack
aside and lifted the back of my skirt. She placed the
palm of her hand on my butt. She rubbed the smooth
silken material until it was worm. I heard the sound
of high heels on the wooden floor coming down the
else. The woman withdrew her hand and pulled the
back of my skirt down and smoothed the pleats. As
the woman passed us it must have looked like the
woman was simply reading over my shoulder.

As soon the woman rounded the corner my Jewish
lady friend lifted the back of my skirt again. This
time she stuffed her hand down the back of my
panties and ran her fingers up and down the sweaty
crack of my ass. She eventually stuffed her hand so
deep that she was able to stick her fingers in my
pussy and her thumb up my asshole. She was
masturbating me vigorously. It was impossible to
truly concentrate on reading.

The woman used her left hand to reach under my
arm and grasp my breasts. The woman’s breathe was
warm on the back of my neck even with my hair in the
way. She obviously enjoyed feeling my breast. Her
body was pressed against my backside. Her crotch
was pressed against the hand masturbating me. She
pulled my blouse out of my skirt and ran her hand
under the blouse. Her strong hand followed my
ribcage until her fingers reached my bra. She forced
the bra with the underwire cup up over my tit. She
squeezed the flesh with her fingers, and used her
index finger to toy with my nipple. I was breathing
as hard as a sprinter that had just run her best. I
wasn’t even thinking about being caught with a
woman’s hand in my panties and a hand on my tit. I
was blinded by an orgasm.

While I stood there recovering the woman
removed her hands and straightened up my skirt, and
helped me get my tit back in the bra. I stuffed the
blouse back into my skirt. I put the book back on the
shelf, and allowed the woman take my arm and lead
me out the door.

As soon as we were on the sidewalk we stopped
long enough to introduce ourselves to each other.
Her name was Casandra, and I told her that my name
was Samantha. She raised an eyebrow quizzically, so
I told her that I was only half Japanese. That
elicited a smile.

Casandra asked, “Would you care to accompany
me to my place, so we can enjoy a lot more than just
masturbation?”

I had to stand on tiptoe to be able to kiss her on
the mouth, in answer to her question. I fell into step
next to her as we walked up the Avenue. While we
were walking I studied the woman. She was slender
and dressed like a professional business woman. She
led me to her apartment building, and we took the
elevator up to the 8th floor. She had me practically
undressed by the time the elevator door opened.

I hadn’t even thought about the possibility that
someone might be waiting for the elevator door to
open. I stood there impatiently while she unlocked
the door.

As soon as we were in her apartment she removed
her own business jacket and tossed it aside, and took
me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. When
she broke the kiss she asked, “Would you like
something to drink?”

My answer was, “Water would be fine.”

Casandra went to the kitchenette and soon
returned with two glasses of cold water. We made
our way to the couch and while we sipped the water
we talked.

Just as I suspected Casandra was a fourth
generation Russian Jewish woman. When she talked
she even sounded like Barbra Streisand. I was
fascinated listening to nonstop narration of her life.
She had managed to acquire a couple of degrees from
New York City College. She also demonstrated that
she had a flighty personality. She bubbled over with
excited animated jesters while trying to describe her
occupation was amusingly unclear what she actually
did for the City Department of Public Works.

I bored her with the facts of my life. How my
father met my mother while stationed in Japan as an
Air Force First Lieutenant. He had married her and
brought her home with him after his resigned his
commission. I had inherited her looks and my
father’s temper. She had assumed I went to a
Catholic school of course, because of the uniform I
was wearing. I told her the name of the school I was
going to and that I was a junior.

She looked surprised, “I thought you were much
younger.”
.
. I smiled with pleasure, “I can still get into
theaters for the price of a child’s ticket.” I didn’t
think that my sex life was any of her business.
Besides it was more fun letting her believe I was an
innocent school girl.

When we had finished telling our stories she
pulled me close and started feeling me up while she
kissed me.

I hadn’t noticed until that moment that my blouse
was hanging out of my skirt properly. I was
embarrassed to think we had walked all the way here
with me looking so untidy. She gave it a tug and
pulled my blouse out of my skirt, and she started to
unbutton the front of my blouse. She reached
around my back to unhook my bra even before she
took my blouse off. When she removed the blouse
the bra fell away too. She made a fuss over my
breasts. She marveled over the fact that my breasts
were so mature while I looked so young. My skirt
fastened in the back with a flap covering the top of
the zipper. She had to unbutton the flap to get to
the zipper. I had to lift my butt up, so that she could
pull the skirt out from under me. School required all
of us to wear full slips, but I cheated and only wore a
half slip. She had to pull that off too. I also cheated
when it came to my panties. The sweet little old nuns
would have punish me if they ever got a glimpse of my
tight little lace panties. She tugged on them and
they stretched a lot before they slipped out from
under my ass. I only had on my white knee length
sock and the saddle oxfords at that point. She didn’t
feel it necessary to take them off because she had
access to everything she was interested in.

Once I was naked she ran her hands all over my
body before she stood up to take off her own
clothes. She was wearing a teal silk blouse with long
sleeves and it was open at the collar. There was an
impressive rope of black pearls around her neck, and
it rested in the cleavage between her breasts. She
had large breasts supported by a firm support bra.
When she removed the blouse I was impressed with
the purple lace over gray silk of her brassiere. It
was cut so that a large portion of her breasts were
exposed. She turned her skirt around to unhook the
zipper of her shirt and pull it down her long legs. She
clung to the skirt with her right hand as she stepped
out of the skirt.

I was captivated by the sight of the matching
panties to her bra. The black lace over the gray silk
created the illusion of pubic hair. She was wearing
self-supporting nude nylons, and they were pulled all
the way up to the junction of her legs to her torso.
Her three inch pumps were perfect for business use.
They looked almost new. There were only a few scuff
marks on the insides of her heels.

I was with fascinated interest as she pealed the
panties down. When her vulva came into view it was
devoid of any hair. The folds of her labia minor gave
testimony of her mature womanhood. My mouther
watered in anticipation of tasting her cunt. I had to
restrain myself from revealing what a slut I was.

Casandra was always the aggressor in this act of
seduction. She left her nylons and pumps on, because
they looked so much more seductive. She stood
there in front of me with her legs as wide of her
shoulders and stood there rubbing her crotch with
her right hand, and a wicked expression on her face.
Just looking at her was almost enough to give me an
orgasm.

She reached down and pulled me to my feet and
led me to her bedroom. I was overwhelmed by the
opulence of her bedroom. It was so perfect that she
could bring up either males or females and there
wouldn’t be anything to reveal her proclivity to
seduce young girls.

Casandra helped me get onto her bed and position
me right in the middle of the bed. She stepped back
to admire what I looked like. I lay there watching
every move she made. She was as graceful as a cat
when she crawled across the bed on her hands and
knees. It was like she was an animal about to eat me.
Only she started licking my knees and worked her way
up my thigh. I thought she was going to start eating
my pussy, but she continued up my body. It was
driving me crazy. She licked her way u my ribcage
until she claimed my right tit with her mouth. She
sucked on my nipple so hard I was sure tit was going
to be bruised. It felt like an eternity before she
switched to the left nipple.

When she was finished with my breasts she was
laying on top of me and she kissed me with plenty of
tongue. It drove me crazy again as she licked her
way down the middle of my body. She paused at my
navel to tongue it before continuing down my body.

I placed my hands on top of her head and tried to
force her down to my pussy, but she was stronger
than me. She took her sweet ever-loving time about
going down on me. When she did start eating my
pussy it was heaven. Her tongue was like a snakes
tongue the way she flicked my clit. When I had an
orgasm I actually squirted milky cum all over her
face. I actually fainted for a few seconds. When I
came to my body was quivering uncontrollably. It
lasted for several minutes, and when it was over I
was exhausted. It left like I couldn’t lift my arms or
legs. Casandra was kissing my eyelids and face very
motherly. She wasn’t finished with me yet.

She sat up on her knees and walked her way up
straddle of my body. When her bald cunt was right in
front of my face she smashed her cunt right into my
mouth. I did my best to please her, but her cum
almost choked me. She even rubbed her asshole
against my mouth and nose until she had a couple of
orgasms.

She allowed me to use her bathroom to clean up,
and I saw how red my face was in the mirror. I gave
myself a sponge bath before we retrieved or clothes.
She escorted me home to insure that I didn’t get
molested on my way home.

I went to bed that evening with fanciful dreams
about fucking all of the women in my life.