Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2023 20:17:15 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Amy's First Love (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F) Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. Copyright 2023 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Amy's First Love By Jan It was a hot summer and the humidity was terrible because of the proximity of the Missouri River. I was a lonely girl spending my summer on the farm alone because the nearest neighbor's farmhouse was more than a mile down the road. Dad worked in the field from sunup to sundown. Mom worked in town as a grocery clerk. I was left to my own devices all day long. I am a shy girl because I have low self-esteem. I don't think I'm pretty because I wear horn rimmed glasses, my hair is straight dirty brown pageboy cut. Even though I'm fourteen-years-old I can still get into a theater on a child's ticket. I have never had sex with anyone. I have become consumed with lesbian sex. I have been spending hours on my computer reading lesbian stories on porn sites. I spent a lot of time masturbating thinking about the kind of woman I would like to seduce me. I wondered what an adult woman would smell like, so I would retrieve a pair of Mom's panties from the hamper and smell the crotch while I masturbated. Mom was concerned about me spending so much time home alone, so she asked a longtime friend of hers to offer to look after me and keep me active in some way. Her friend was an avid fan of quilting and made beautiful quilts based on old German, Quacker, and Swes patterns. After talking the idea with me she asked Lina to teach me how to quilt. Mom dropped me off at Lin's home on her way to work. Lina's husband worked for Caterpillar Farm Machinery Company, and her three children were grown and starting their own families and carriers, so Lina was suffering from empty nest syndrome. She was thrilled to have the company. I had not thought much about homemade quilts, but she was very excited to pass along her knowledge of the history of quilts. She had converted one of her children's bedrooms into her hobby room. She had converted the closet into shelves for scrap material that were sorted by color and patterns. Her husband had made her an adjustable quilting frame that was suspended from the ceiling. She has a sewing machine that could even do embroidery. That way she could reproduce script handwriting. That way when she made family quilts, she could copy handwritten names of family names in the squares. It didn't take long before I got interested in making quilts. She stated teaching me how to make eight-inch squares with scrap material diagonal strips of opposed color. Then taught me how to lay them out like a blanket so that the colors are all at one end, and if names are going to be added before sewing the squares together. The cotton batting id tacked to the back and the back of the quilt is added. Ther trick it together and sew it together, so that no stitch goes completely through the blanket. Air can penetrate through a needle hole that goes through the quilt. The problem of quilting during a St. Louis summer is the heat. Even with air-conditioning a 12 X12 foot room can get hot with a lot of material on your lap. Lina and I were soon stripping down to just our underwear. Lina was a size 12 dress and her hair is a dark brunette and she has blue-green eyes. We did most of our work during the cooler morning hours and after the sun went down. As the noon hour drew close, we would be sweating and I could smell the aroma of her crotch. It smelled like the crotch of my mother's panties. We took a break to cool off in the kitchen and drink homemade sweet sun tea and have a light lunch. We moved into the family room and talked about family stuff and the current events on the news. Lina asked me about boyfriends, and I told her: "I'm not the kind of girl that boys are interested in. My hair is mousy, I wear glasses, and my tits are not big enough to interest boys." Lina wrapped her arm around my shoulders and hugged me. "Honey, don't worry about what boys want! There are other ways that women can enjoy sex." I was naive at the time and what she was hinting at eluded me. I did enjoy the warmth of Lina's body embracing me. It came as a shock when Lina leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I recoiled at first, but soon relaxed and allowed her to stick her tongue into my mouth. When I relaxed, she placed a hand on my bra and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her touch sent something like an electrical shock through my body. I couldn't believe that my mother's friend was feeling up. I was confused and struggling with whether I should protest her molesting me or should I allow her to do whatever she wanted. While I was in my motionless state Lina proceeded to slip her hand down the front of my panties. My pussy was already wet and her hand felt wonderful slipping her fingers between the bifold and stroking my little clit. I was overcome with the thrill of what she was doing. I asked: "Lina, should you be doing this to me?" Lina spoke in a soft voice: "Amy, I would never do anything to hurt you! I want to introduce you to another way women satisfy the sexual desires of each other." It suddenly hit me that maybe Mom and Lina were doing these things to each other. I was confused at the thought of my mother having sex with another woman. I couldn't bring myself to ask her if she made love to my mother. At the same time the idea was so nasty that it excited me. Lina unfastened my bra and pulled it off-of my body before she started feeling my small tit and sucking on the other nipple. It was breathtaking on the hair on her head. I could smell the shampoo and hairspray she used. She gently laid me back across the couch before she took hold of my panties and pulled them out from under my butt and pulled them free of my feet. She sat there looking at my naked body. The expression on her face reminded me of the way boys look at what they think is a sexy woman. She picked up my leg that was on the outside and took off my slipper and started licking and sucking on my toes. She started licking and kissing her way up my leg. It felt like ants crawling up my leg and made my skin crawl as she approached my crotch. The way she inhaled the aroma of my pussy you would have thought she was smelling her favorite perfume fragrance. She teased the tentacles of my pubic hair with her fingers and her breath. Her touch was as light as the way you handle a delicate flower. When she kissed my pussy, her lips were silky smooth. I found her lovemaking so exciting I wanted to grab her head with both hands and smash her face against my pussy. We wound up on the floor naked and I found myself looking up at her brown muff hiding much of her cunt. I found the sight of her labia minora dangling out of the opening of her labia majora very erotic. She was already licking my cunt as she lowered her pussy down to my face. I wasn't sure if I was going to like that. The musky aroma of her cunt was heady to me. I wasn't sure if I like the smell or if I would like the taste of her cunt. I stuck out my tongue and gave her pussy a tentative lick. While I was deciding if I liked it, she spread her knees and smashed her cunt against my face. The way her cunt spread over my face I was being smothered. My open mouth was being filled with her bodily fluid. I struggle to swallow it fast enough to keep up with the flow. I had to struggle to tilt my head enough to free my mouth to catch a breath of air before she ground her cunt back over my face. I soon forgot to think about the taste because she was licking my own cunt like a ravenous animal. When I started having an orgasm my legs were quivering uncontrollably and my butt was bouncing off-of the couch. When the orgasm was over, I was spent and felt like my limbs were too heavy to lift them. Lina rolled off me and stood by the couch looking down at my naked body. "Did you enjoy the way I sucked your pussy, Baby?" I could hardly speak: "I have never felt anything like that before. Is it always like this?" She told me: "A new experience is always exciting and you can equal the experience, but the first time is always memorable." As I have aged her words have stayed with me and the memory of her introducing me to lesbian sex and love still brings back the memory of how much I still love her. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of female sexuality, please send your outline to janmay6969@gmail.com If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.