Bouts with Lesbianism, Part 1

by Lana 1974

I married my first when I was all of seventeen. He was ten years older and he ran his own contracting business. Lloyd was a bit of a slob but he was a good provider. I think he married me for my body. When we were going together I wouldn't let him into my pants so I guess he figured the only way he could get my ass was to marry it.

At seventeen I had the figure of a mature woman. Guys were always trying to take advantage of me because they figured me for a pushover. Hell, they've been after me since I was twelve! Some women complain that men don't pay attention to them but I had the opposite complaint. They just wouldn't leave me alone.

I guess my family was relieved when I got married. They were certain that I was going to get knocked-up or something while still single. My body drew men like honey drew bears.

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At the age of twenty I became a divorced woman. My alimony wasn't all that great but it kept me from starving, at least. After the marriage broke up I took a cozy apartment all by myself. It was a relief knowing that I wouldn't have to put out for some male nympho.

I still needed company but I hesitated about looking for men. Why get involved after being deeply involved for the past three years?

I did get friendly with another divorcee who lived on the same floor of my apartment. She was living with a beautiful fourteen-year-old girl, her daughter. Connie went to high school and planned to become a nurse. Her mother, Marion, was a nurse and she expected to follow in her footsteps.

Divorcees make natural friends. We have so much in common. We love to get together to put down men. Marion's husband lost job after job because of drink. In the end she had to go back to work to support the family. When she grew tired of carrying the drunken lout she divorced him. There was no alimony involved and that's why she had to work. She didn't like leaving her daughter alone especially when she was on night shift but Connie was a stable fourteen-year-old girl. I offered to look after the girl and both mother and daughter seemed pleased with the arrangement.

When the girl came home from school she went to my apartment instead of her own when her mother was working. Connie was a delightful child and I enjoyed helping her with her home work. She didn't seem interested in boys. This, I could see, was her mother's doing. Marion spent so much time putting down the male sex that the child couldn't work up any interest in boys.

I told Marion about my rough wedding night and the way Lloyd made me go down on him. The woman was very sympathetic. "My husband wanted oral sex, too, but I always rejected him. Men are such dirty beasts. I hate their sex organs! They are like daggers that cut and tear."

Marion placed one of her hands on my knees. "Women are so much nicer," she continued. "It takes a female to really appreciate another female."

She looked into my eyes desperately and then leaned forward. I found myself leaning in her direction and soon our lips met. Marion, being older by fifteen years and heavier by fifteen pounds, became the aggressor and pushed me against the sofa we were sitting on. I was twenty years old then and I knew that there were such things as dykes in the world. But this was the first time I had ever really come up against one.

Marion showered kisses all over my face telling me that I was a beautiful girl. She opened my dress and bared my bosom. The woman took one of my nipples into her mouth and started sucking hard. In a way she was much like my ex-husband with her driving, hungry sexual demands. But, at least, I didn't have to worry about being penetrated by a ton of dick.

The still youthful divorcee got me to take off all my clothes and she stripped herself. She was on the heavy side but she was well proportioned. Her breasts were large and round and she had huge nipples the size of saucers. Even though I had never had a homosexual experience before I had the greatest urge to bury my face between those big, juicy tits.

"Women are so much better than men," Marion repeated as she rubbed into me.

I opened my mouth and started sucking one of her nipples. They turned stiff and rigid under my oral caresses. Marion, obviously one who was used to making love to other females, worked me up by fingering my slit. I threw one of my legs around her arm and pushed into her.

The divorcee rammed four fingers of one hand into my gash and masturbated me to a peak of excitement. I grabbed her vagina in the same fashion and was surprised at how much of my hand she could take. It was no wonder she had not been happy with her husband—she was built to take a bull in heat. Too bad she hadn't married Lloyd. He had enough meat to gratify any woman.

Marion slipped over my body so that her bush was just above my face. I knew that she wanted to sixty-nine. When she brought her vagina down I buried my mouth between her legs and started performing cunnilingus. How wonderful it was to mouth a cavity instead of a raging, blood-engorged tube of flesh.

The woman mouthed my vagina and we sucked away in utter abandon. I slipped my hands over her large, soft rump as I continued the oral act. I could feel that the woman was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying her. But, most of all, I could feel her desire to please me. With Lloyd it had always been take, take, take on his part. He had never been interested in giving pleasure in all the three years of our marriage.

After our oral orgy Marion snuggled next to me. She held on to my body to keep herself from falling off the sofa. Gently she played with my breasts. "I would never let a man eat me," she confessed. "They just don't know how a female is built and where all her tender spots are. Lesbianism is superior to all other kinds of sex."

We rubbed each other's vagina casually for almost a half an hour until Marion said she had to get back to her apartment because her daughter was due home at any minute. "We wouldn't want her to come here and catch us in the act," she said.

From then on Marion and I became lovers. I was surprised that she still allowed her fourteen-year-old daughter to see me after learning that I dug females. I guess she just didn't believe that I would be interested in such a young girl. The vast majority of homosexuals, like the vast majority of heterosexuals, do keep away from very young boys and girls but I found myself wanting Connie.

Marion then went on night shift which meant that she had to leave for work just when her daughter was coming home from school. "Would you stay with my girl?" the woman offered.

I kept a straight face. "Of course I'll look after her, Marion," I answered. "She can even stay here."

The woman didn't bat an eye and agreed that it would be nice if I slept with her teenage daughter. She could see that there was only one bed in my place and she had to know that I was queer. Did she actually think that I would not make at least one pass at her girl?

I was closer to Connie's age than to her mother's. She was fourteen and I was twenty. Although I had been married for three years I was still more of a girl than a woman.

Connie seemed to be anxious to sleep over with me. It was as if she were going to a pajama party. I knew that I had to keep my hands off the kid but she was just so damned pretty this was impossible. She had long, soft hair and a cute, saucy figure. Not only that the girl took to hugging me after her mother had left. While she was just being girlishly affectionate she turned on my queerness.

"I'll take a shower before I go to bed," she told me and walked into the bathroom leaving the door partially open.

Was she inviting me in? Connie, like every other teenaged girl Connie had to have her share of homosexuality. At her age kids loved to examine the bodies of their friends. Maybe, to her, I was that friend. I walked into the bathroom and saw the girl completely naked getting ready to step into the shower stall. Her long hair hung softly about her creamy shoulders and her lovely young ass was bared. She had sexy dimples above her butt halves. When she turned she revealed her small breasts which were high on her body. The pink nipples were pointy and rigid. She blushed when she saw me. "I'll take a shower with you," I heard myself saying.

The girl gazed at me with a smile on her face as I took off my clothes. Her innocent eyes ran all over my nakedness. At fourteen her sexual interest was high. She was still too young to question whether this act were normal or not.

I stepped into the shower stall with her and turned on the water. I ran my hands all over her beautiful body and clasped her firm butts and spread them. She was so lovely I just had to paw her sexually. The girl didn't seem to mind. As a matter of fact she began to slip her hands over my body, too. "Such nice big breasts," she said as she lifted my globes of flesh.

"You'll develop like this in time," I told her. "Your mother..."

I was about to tell her that her mother had large breasts when I stopped myself. I didn't want to let it slip that the woman and I were dyke lovers. Connie seemed to ignore my comment and she kept massaging my body with her groping hands.

I groped at her sexual part. She didn't have much hair there and I could see her slit from where I stood. When I pushed one of my fingers in she trembled. "I sometimes do that to myself," she confessed. "Is it wrong?" "Not at all," I assured her. "Everyone in the world masturbates in their teens."

This seemed to make the girl even fonder of me. To her I was a sort of older sister, someone to confide in. "I don't know if I'll ever marry," she said. "I wouldn't want to wind up with a drunk like my father. How was your husband?"

I could see how easy it was for me to turn the girl into a lesbian. Her mother had already prepared her with her constant put-downing of men and I was showing her that two females could make love without the air of a dick. The fact that her own mother was queer didn't help matters any.

I cut the conversation short by turning on the cold water. This cooled off her sexual interest some. When we stepped out of the shower I dried her sweet young body. It was no use fighting it—I just had to possess the child.

Connie was exactly unwilling. She kept hugging me and fingering intimate parts of my body. She was just ripe for her first sexual adventure. I was going to take her virginity.

I threw back the covers of the bed and the fourteen-year-old girl "swam" over the cool sheets. I took her in my arms and kissed her full on the mouth. The girl responded by embracing me. As I had with her mother I fingered her vagina. Connie didn't have to be urged to grasp my flesh in like manner. I felt her tender young fingers dig into my sexual cavity and lust raged through my body. Although the child was an inexperienced lover this very lack of erotic ability made me love her all the more. Her virginal youngness thrilled me.

I spread her legs and gazed at her vagina in the light of the bed lamp. When I parted the lips of her sex organ I exposed the pink, healthy interior. I bared her clit and explained to her that it was the button that set passion to rise. I pressed my mouth against the girl's cleft and lapped at her clitoris. Connie issued a cry of ecstacy.

As I performed cunnilingus on the fourteen-year-old girl I thought of how odd it was to take on both mother and daughter as lovers. I had come a long way from the nights Lloyd used to ram me with his mighty, masculine meat.

I licked the girl's thighs and then sucked on her nipples. "Lana! Lana!" she gasped as I performed the oral acts.

Connie was anxious to use her own mouth on me. I lay back and watched the girl shove her face between my legs. I watched her darting red tongue slip in and out of my vagina. As the girl ate me her small breasts jiggled. It was my turn to give cries of ecstacy.

We slept naked in each other's arms. The next morning Connie had to get dressed and go to school. "I really want to stay here with you, Lana," she told me.

I made the kid leave and then I dressed and entered Marion's apartment. The woman was curled up into a ball, fast asleep. I was about to leave when she called me over. "How was Connie last night?" she wanted to know.

"Oh—fine," I stammered. After all, I had just seduced the daughter of my best friend.

Then she gave me the shock of my life. "Did you make love to her?" she said with a smile.

I gazed at the woman dumbfounded. I couldn't speak.

"I hope you did make love to her," the women went on. "I want a beautiful girl to break her in."

"You—you wanted me to seduce your girl?" I asked with amazement.

"Well, I could hardly do the job myself," she answered. "Lana, we must be realists. Sooner or later my daughter will have sex experience. I didn't want her to have it with a boy. The best thing I could do for her was to provide her with the kind of person who will set her on the right course—you."

Marion had actually planned the homosexual seduction of her own daughter! She didn't want her girl to simply dislike men—she wanted to have her like women. "I knew you would make love to her, Lana," she smiled. "I could see by the way you always looked at her that you wanted her body. Tell me all about it. How did it go?"

Dumbly I filled the women in on all the juicy details. Her eyes lit up when I described how I seduced her child. The talk excited her and she threw back the bedcovers revealing her lush nakedness. Marion now wanted me to perform the same acts I had performed on her teenaged daughter. I just didn't know how to react. The whole situation was so weird! Almost out of force of habit I stripped and crawled into bed with her. We made passionate love for almost a full hour.

Marion never let on to Connie that she knew that I had made her. The girl looked upon her mother as a man-hater but not a homosexual. The girl always thought that we were making love without her mother's knowledge. I suppose it was important for Marion to keep up this dodge.

For the next couple of months I switched my attentions from mother to daughter. The young girl was now a lesbian in every way.

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