Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2024 14:30:29 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Lipstick and Leather (Lesbian / Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/FFFFF) This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teen and women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. It is the property of the author and cannot be reproduced or distributed without specific consent of the author. This work is Copyrighted. All Rights Reserved. It is written for your enjoyment only. This story is about the love between a teen and women is fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Lipstick and Leather By Jan I was deliberately wandering the streets in the unsavory section of town late at night. I was hanging out near a lounge reputed to be a lesbian biker bar. I knew what I was looking for. I had always been a precocious child. Mother had always been a submissive woman, and I have no doubt that was why my father never bothered marrying her. He made a hasty exit as soon as she told him that she was pregnant. My mother and grandmother constantly warned me about the animalistic behavior of men and boys, as a result I never trusted males. I had a strong sexual desire though, and it was directed towards females. My mother had to work long hours to support us. She could not afford to pay for babysitters or place me in a daycare center. She had to rely on women that were willing to look after me for free. The one woman willing to do that was an older woman, living on disability. Her name was Roberta Brooks, a chubby woman, with bleached blonde hair, that had brown roots always showing. The most vivid memories I have about her are of her lounging around on an old faded and worn couch always smelling of her cheap cologne and sweat. She loved food, and it showed. She rarely left her apartment, and she even had her food delivered. I think she only had two dresses. The only other items of clothing she wore were baggy panties, and shower shoes. Roberta loved to cuddle with me. When I deliberately placed my hand on her breast, she didn't have any objections. I could feel her nipple through her thin dress. Her breasts were very large, and soft in my hand. It was like squeezing a water balloon, only softer. The two dresses she owned buttoned down the front with large buttons. When I unbuttoned a couple of them, she made no effort to stop me from putting my hand inside her dress to feel her naked flesh. Over several weeks I continued to feel her body. Eventually I was able to unbutton all-of her dresses, and get my hand in those baggy panties. I discovered that she enjoyed it when I played with her clitoris. She encouraged me to stick my hand into her pussy. I was able to not only fist fuck her, I could stick my arm up to the elbow into her wet pussy. By that time, I was also molesting a number-of girls in the neighborhood. I had a little gang of girls that I would feel up to. There were some older girls that introduced me to oral sex. They wanted to suck my pussy in exchange for me sucking their tits and pussies. When my mother happened to catch me sucking pussies with a couple of girls, I simply told her to close the door and leave us alone. She pleaded with me about that being wrong, and I shouldn't do such things. I ignored her completely. All she did was wring her hands, and plead with me to be a good girl. Rather than become a butch, I did everything I could to accent my femininity. I lavished care for my luscious hair, did everything I could to learn how to put on makeup properly to enhance my looks. My selections of clothes were always to make myself as attractive as possible. There were no baggy jeans in my wardrobe. Even my distressed jeans were tight enough to accent my camel's toe crotch and creep up the crack of my butt. I was dressing much more mature than my age. The way I dressed did draw attention from boys and men. I rebuffed any advances quickly. I had the reputation at school of being a tease or an ice queen bitch. I welcomed the reputation. I was fourteen-years-old when I entered high school. I had seduced several classmates, and even the freshmen art teacher. She was a recent college graduate, no more than twenty-three. I flirted with her after school. While she stood next to me looking over my shoulder at my drawing, I ran my hand up the inside of her leg. She put up a token resistance until I had my hand in her panties. She pleaded that I shouldn't be doing that, until I had a finger inside her pants playing with her clit. When I asked her to take me home with her, she pleaded that she couldn't be seen driving me around town. I made her give me her home address and told her what time I would be there. She was very nervous when I knocked on her door. She tried to talk me out of what I wanted to do to her. When I started kissing her on the mouth, and feeling her breasts, she gave up resisting, and started returning my kisses. I spent most of the first semester of school making her suck my pussy. It was too easy for me to seduce girls and women. That was why I was hanging out outside the notorious lesbian bar. I knew I didn't look old enough to enter the bar, so I hung out close to the parking lot. It was long passed the curfew for teenagers. I was nervous about being seen by the local police, and even a little nervous about trying to pick up a true butch lesbian. Several women that were headed towards the bar told me that I had no business hanging out around a place like this. I ignored their advice. Then a group of Harley Davidsons came roaring into the parking lot. There were five of them. The leader was riding a stripped-down bike with a lot of chrome on the front. It had an old-fashioned look with chrome springs. The seat was nestled low on the frame and the passenger seat curved up and over the fender with a chrome thing called a sissy-bar like a reclining backrest. When she took off her helmet and shook out her hair I was impressed with her, she was obviously in charge. The other women were also unzipping their jackets, and taking off their helmets. A couple of them were riding bikes with metal saddle bags, and windshields. One was riding a bike with a plastic windshield and big leather bags with chrome Conchos and leather fringe. The youngest woman with them was riding a smaller bike. It was just as stripped down as the leader's bike. This girl was hardly much more than twenty. She even had pimples on her face. They were lighting up cigarettes as they swaggered their way towards the bar. As the leader was passing me, I asked, "Can I bum a cigarette?" The woman gave me an appraising look. Then she snarled, "A little girl like you should be home in bed! You're too fucking young to be smoking, or flirting with dykes!" I was insulted by her rebuff. "I have seduced more women and girls than you have...I bet!" She wrapped her arm around the waist of that childish faced younger woman and kissed her on the mouth while driving her tongue into her mouth. The woman didn't resist at all. The other women stopped walking to watch their leader feel up the prospect. The three older women had an emblem on the back of their jackets that proclaimed them as "Dykes on Bikes" San Francisco Chapter. The younger woman's back had no emblem. There was only the word "Prospect" on the front of the right shoulder. When the leader finished kissing the girl, she let her stand up. I boldly grabbed the prospect's hand and pulled her into my arms, and kissed her just as passionately as the leader had. I also placed my hand right on the crotch of her jeans. The women circled us. All of them had on jeans covered with leather chaps. A few of them had jewelry consisting of chrome and colorful beads strung on the fringe of their jackets and chaps. All of them smelled of leather and cigarette smoke. Kissing the prospect was like kissing an ashtray, just the same I swabbed her mouth with my tongue. All-of the women got a laugh out of my performance. I heard one of them say something like, "Hey Helen...maybe you should make the doll a baby prospect!" The leader beamed, "Ladies go ahead...I think I need to take this doll for a ride!" The four of them started walking, without protest. They were simply talking among themselves. The prospect was the only one looking back. I guess I was cutting in on her action. Helen walked me back to her bike. She grabbed a helmet from one of the other bikes, and handed it to me. While I was strapping it in, she flung her leg over the bike and lifted the heavy bike up off-of the kick-stand. She told me, "Get on, Doll!" There was no room for debate with her. That was a simple command. I stepped up onto the foot peg and slipped my right leg behind her back, because the sissy-bar was too high for me to fling my leg over. I sat down on the narrow seat and put my right foot on the other peg. Helen turned her head and said, "My name is Helen, what the hell is your name, Doll?" I said, "My name is Barbie!" Helen let out a belly laugh, "Just like the Doll!" Then she turned on the gas and started the engine with a roar. She pulled the bike out of the parking lot, onto the street. It was thrilling for me to feel the cool air whipping my long hair all over. The jeans I had on were frayed at the knees and on the backs of my thighs. I regretted the choice of pants, because the wind chill factor was making me feel like I was freezing my ass off, and the lack of eye protection was making my tears streak back out of the corner of my eyes. I was so captivated by the thrill of my first bike ride that I hardly noticed where she was taking me. Before I knew it, she was pulling into an underground parking lot. The volume of noise was twice as loud. She parked the bike and let me get off before she put it on the stand. As we headed towards the elevator, she was taking off her gloves and helmet. I took off the helmet as we entered the elevator. She pressed the second-floor button, and turned to face me as the door closed. She kissed me just like she had done to the prospect. Only this time it was me getting a hand placed on the crotch of my pants. When the door opened, we were on an interior balcony. She led me to a nearby door, and opened it. It was pretty much a typical apartment, with a lateral living room, with a short wall separating a kitchen and small dining area. There was a little vestibule with a hall closet, door to a bathroom and another door to a bedroom. She only had a minimum of decorations. There was only a sketch of a naked girl with her back turned so that only the side of her breast was showing. She had a dimpled backside just below her waist, and her hair was as long as mine. There were some picture frames on the end tables. One of them was of her standing next to her bike. There were also some pictures of other women. She took the helmet from me and dropped our helmets on the couch, along with her motorcycle jacket. Helen had on a teal T-shirt with lower cased m's printed in white on each tit, just like the m & m's candy. I just had to ask, "Do they melt in your mouth, not in your hands?" She said, "You will have plenty of opportunities to find out tonight!" Helen led me by the hand into her bedroom. I was still chilled, because I was not dressed to be riding a bike on a cool evening. She removed my light sweater, as she turned my back to her. I was facing the full-length mirror on her closet door, as she began undressing me. Then she pulled my hair away from the left side of my neck, and draped my hair over my right shoulder, before she unhooked my bra. She reached under my arms to grasp my 34-B+ breasts. She pulled the cups away from my flesh, to join my sweater on the floor. I was getting very excited watching my own reflection in the mirror as she felt me up. I used my toes to pry my tennis shoes off-of my feet, while Helen took hold of the tops of my jeans, and pulled them apart. The metal buttons popped open one at a time as she pulled them apart. She shoved her hand down the front of my underwear, and started feeling my pussy. She was driving me crazy with her finger rubbing my clit. She whispered in my ear, "You're not going to run home and tell your mother that the nasty biker bitched raped you?" I was breathless as I whispered, "The only thing I might tell my mother is that I have fallen in love!" I turned my head and we kissed while she continued finger fucking me. She knelt behind me to pull my tight jeans down. I stepped out of them, as she started pulling down my delicate light blue hip hugger panties. She placed me on top of her bed, before she admired my light dusting of pubic hair. She stepped back before undressing herself. I was nervous for the first time in my life, because I had always been in complete control of any sexual activity before. This was the first time in my life I had no control of the situation. I was fascinated watching her undress. Helen pulled that m & m T-shirt over her head, shook out her long mane. To my surprise she had on a kid skin black leather bra. It molded to the shape of her magnificent breasts. She lifted her breasts and massaged them for my benefit. Then she bent over to unzip each leg of her chaps. The heavy leather hung there like black flags. She unbuckled the chaps, and tossed them aside. She had to sit down on the bed to pull off her cowboy boots. It was obvious that the boots were expensive boots. They must have been custom made. She had on white silk socks that she took off too. She had to stand up again to unfasten her belt with the large heavy eagle buckle. Then she grasped the top of her jeans and jerked them sharply. The pants opened quickly. Her jeans were every bit as tight as mine. Her big round ass filled the seat of her pants nicely. She pulled down her jeans, exposing her tight black thong riding up the crack of her ass. There was an elaborate design tattooed in the typical tramp stamp location just below the small of her back. When she turned to face me, I was fascinated by the steel rings dangling from her labia minora. She had three rings hanging from both sides of the lips. The hair on her mons pubis was a dark patch shaped like a triangle. I couldn't take my eyes off-of her crotch as she mounted the bed. She was kneeling over my hips as she reached behind her back to unhook her leather bra. She removed the shoulder straps one at a time, deliberately prolonging the exposure of her breasts. My mouth was watering in anticipation of the first sight of her tits. I wondered if she would have large or small areolas, inverted nipples, or big nipples. She crossed her arms so that she could grasp each leather cup with her hands, as the straps hung limply from her elbows. I was getting impatient at the sight of them. I reached up to pull her hands away. Helen knocked my hands away with her elbows, and said, "NO...NO, little girls have to be nice!" I had never been controlled like that. I wanted to rebel but was a little afraid of her. She was definitely-not the kind of woman to mess with. She slowly pulled the cups down exposing a little more of her creamy white flesh. There were definitely-no tan lines on her flesh. Eventually the brown tops of her areolas came into view. As she continued to lower the cups it was obvious that she had very large areolas. As the nipples flipped out over the cups, I was thrilled to see that she had large nipples. I wanted to feel them, but knew better than to do so without her permission. She walked her way up my body a little, so that when she leaned over my body, her heavy breasts were dangling over my head. She teased me by moving her body around so that her right nipple was tickling my nose. The smell of leather was all over her breasts. I was about to cry, for the want of gratification. She eventually lowered the breasts down to my mouth. I did my best to cover all-of her areola with my mouth, but it was hopeless, it was just too large. I was sucking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I was using my tongue to exercise her nipple for all I was worth. My reward for my efforts was the sound of moans. Helen reluctantly pulled her breast out of my mouth. I struggled to regain my claim on that breast. Helen sat up, and dismounted me just like I was her bike. I tried to protest, but she placed a finger over my lips, to shut me up. While I was trying to grab her around the waist, to pull her back on top of me, she turned around, and mounted me again. This time she was facing my pussy. She sat back bringing her pussy to my mouth. I had never been with anyone that smelled so strongly of leather. The smell of leather was all over the inside of her legs. The only smell stronger was the smell of her pussy. It was a strong smell, obviously the result of wearing her tight pants for a long time, and the friction of the jewelry attached to her labia. My arms were trapped at my sides, so I could not use my fingers to play with her pussy. All I could do was lift my head up to grasp one of those rings with my teeth, and pull her labia minora down as I rested my head back down on the mattress. While I was doing that Helen was busy using her own mouth to stimulate my pussy. I responded by jerking uncontrollably every time her tongue touched my little clitoris. We spent a lot of time pleasing each other again and again. When I was exhausted Helen sat up, in doing so her asshole was rotated right over my mouth. I had never tasted another woman's asshole before. I had enjoyed having my old babysitter and teacher licking my asshole though. I had never thought I would do such a thing to anyone myself. To my surprise when I tasted her asshole, I even felt my cunt respond with another climax. I speared her asshole with the tip of my tongue. She ground her butt into my mouth. I was unable to breathe. When I couldn't hold my breath any longer, I struggled to turn my head. Helen leaned forward enough to clear my mouth long enough for me to catch my breath. I didn't protest when she sat back on my face. Eventually she dismounted, and turned around to take me into her arms and cuddle with me. We talked about how much we enjoyed making love to each other. I knew I would have to go home sooner or later. I didn't want the night to end. I reached for my jeans and took out my I-Phone to call my mother long enough to let her know I was spending the night with a friend. She was busy at work, so she didn't object. While I was talking to my mother Helen had retrieved a pack of cigarettes and was propped up against the headboard while she lit her cigarette. She took a long drag and clicked her long fingernail against her thumbnail, as she blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. I returned my phone to my pants, and cuddled up between her legs. I rested my head between her breasts, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. She even let me take a drag on her cigarette. I knew that I would do anything she wanted. Helen used her free hand to take hold of my right tit. She toyed with the nipple while she told me, "I want to watch you play with your pussy, Baby!" I could refuse her nothing, so I used my left hand to spread my labia, while using my right hand to play with my clitoris. I eventually started using two fingers to finger fuck myself franticly. It was so wickedly exciting to play with myself while an adult woman watched me, and encouraged me. It was cool in the room late at night, but I was sweating profusely. When Helen had finished her cigarette, she snuffed it out in the ashtray. Then she used both hands to play with my young breasts. Just as I was about to cum, she turned me over, kissed me passionately on the mouth, and took hold of both cheeks of my ass with her hands. She spread my butt, and stuck her finger into my asshole. I had the strongest climax I had ever had before. It was very relaxing to be held in her arms all night. In the morning, we dressed. She made breakfast for us. Then she took me for a ride. I didn't even ask where we were going. I was just enjoying the thrill of riding behind her. I even relaxed enough to lean back against the sissy bar, and wrap my legs around her waist. I made sure I was rubbing the heel of my tennis shoes against her crotch. I had to have her take me home long enough to change clothes. The school would have never allowed me to show up in jeans with my ass almost hanging out. I invited Helen to come in with me. Mom was shocked and afraid of Helen. I showered with Helen in the bathroom with me. It was fun having her play with my pussy while I fixed my hair, and put on makeup. I put on my school clothes, grabbed my school bag, and had Helen take me to school. I got a charge out of the looks we got when we roared up in front of the school. As I climbed off-of the bike I strapped the helmet to the sissy-bar, kissed Helen, and told her that I got out of school at three. I wheeled around without waiting for her to respond. I had no idea if she would be waiting for me after school, but I was looking forward to finding out. Some of the girls I had seduced, of course wanted to hear all about the bikers. When the final bell rang, I headed for the front of the school. I was a little apprehensive about going through the front door. Before I could even see the street, I heard the thunderous roar of more than one Harley. As soon as I cleared the front door, I saw Helen and her three friends lined up at the curb. I ran to greet Helen with a kiss. She handed me a helmet. I strapped it on, and stepped onto the buddy peg to mount the back seat. I learned eventually that it was called "The Bitch Seat." The four of them put their bikes in gear, and Helen assumed the lead. There would be at least three hours before my mother would get home from work, so they took me home, and parked their bikes in front of my house. Helen introduced me to her club members. The youngest one was the prospect Candy, a twenty-year-old. Her hair was cropped as short as a Marine, but she did have a sweet face. When she took off her leathers, I learned that her body was almost completely covered with a Japanese style of tattoo. The oldest one riding the full dresser was Shirley, a middle-aged woman. She was a slender woman with features that could only be called hawk like, because of her nose. She definitely-had a strong attraction for Candy. The third member of the group was called Sophie, a very lovely looking Italian woman. When I saw her figure I could only compare it with an old movie I have seen on the American Movie Channel (AMC) of Sophia Loren's first American movie called "Boy on a Dolphin." They deliberately made the opening shot of her coming up out of the water in a black dress, just to show off her magnificent breasts. I suspect Sophie's parents had even named her after Sophia Loren. I wanted to be the perfect hostess, and offered them something to drink. They simply wanted water. Helen told me that if I wanted to become a prospective member of their club, I would have to be willing to have sex with all-of her sisters. I looked at the four of them, almost not able to comprehend that Helen was asking me to have sex with all of them. When I figured out what she was asking me, I flung my arms around her neck and kissed her passionately. We made our way into my bedroom. My clothes were stripped away from my body in record time. I was placed on top of the bed like a regal queen. I sat there playing with my little breasts and pussy while I watched the women remove their clothes. The heavy leather motorcycle jackets came off first, and then they unzipped their chaps. Helen and Shirley had halter tops covering their breasts. Candy and Sophie both had T- shirts with Harley logos silk screened on them. Candy had not been wearing chaps, because she had on leather jeans, so tight they were like a second skin. All four of them faced me as they took off their shoes and boots, before peeling off their jeans. Helen and Shirley untied the halter tops to show me their heavy breasts. Candy and Sophie pulled off their T- shirts. Candy didn't have a bra on, she didn't need one. Her girlish breasts stood up proudly. Sophie did need a bra to support her massive breasts. They sure were impressive as she pulled off her bra. All of them massaged their breasts out of habit after exposing them. I saw that all-of their panties were soaking wet. It was obvious that the heat of the tight jeans and leathers had caused all of them to sweat profusely. The prospect of rubbing my face between those hot thighs was enough to make my mouth water. All of them got on the bed with me. I had a full-sized bed, but it was crowded with five bodies on it. There was a little competition for the right to eat my pussy first. Helen being the natural leader settled the dispute by letting Shirley go first. While Shirley was down there sucking my pussy, Sophie and Candy were administering to my small breasts. I was having both of my breasts sucked on while another woman was sucking my pussy. Helen was kissing my mouth. Just when it couldn't get any better Helen stopped kissing me, so that she could position herself so that I could eat her pussy. Time lost all meaning as I got to eat the pussies of all the women, and in turn had my own pussy deflowered by the four women. As the room became darker in the late afternoon I panicked when I realized that my mother would be getting home soon. Helen responded by telling me to relax, she would handle everything. She hreated up and put her clothes back on. She did borrow Sophie's T-shirt to cover her halter top. Then she reapplied makeup and fixed her hair, before she exited the bedroom to wait for my mother in the front room. It seemed like an eternity in reality; it was only a few minutes before the door opened. I couldn't keep track of the conversation because the three other women were continuing to make love to me. Shirley was sucking my pussy while Sophie and Candy were busy kissing me and sucking my tits. I found out later what transpired between Helen and my mom. When Mom opened the door and saw Helen sitting on the couch she was disturbed and wanted to know who she was. Helen explained that she was my friend. Mom's first thought was that I had been hurt. Helen stood up and gathered my mother into her arms, as she assured her that I was just fine. She sat down pulling my mother down next to her. There was an exchange with Helen assuring Mom that I was just fine, and she just wanted to have a talk with Mom to explain our relationship. Helen had her arm around my mother's shoulders as she told her that she was in love with me! Mom couldn't believe what she was hearing. An attractive grown woman was professing her love for her young teenage daughter. She had always worried about my attraction to girls. She had caught me having sex with girls, and punished me for my actions. She had hoped that it was just a phase I was going through. Her hopes were that I would grow out of my attraction for girls. She had never dreamed that I was attracted to older women. Helen assured my mother that she would look after me, and love me the rest of her life. Mom broke down bawling. Helen hugged her and pulled Mom's head down onto her shoulder, while she sobbed like a baby. She was complaining that she had never wished anything like that for me. Helen was assuring her that she would never do anything to hurt me. Mom asked Helen what the fascination was for her and me. Helen asked her, "Have you ever had sex with another woman?" Mom said that she had never had any desire to have sex with another woman. Helen said before you judge or condemn Barbie for her feelings and actions, you should find out for yourself what it is all about. Mom lifted her head up to look at Helen's face through tear-stained eyes to see if she meant what she had just said. Helen kissed Mom's salty tear-stained lips. Mom didn't resist. She was too shocked to respond. By the time she recovered enough to protest Helen already had her hand inside Mom's dress feeling her breast. Before Mom could protest Helen stuck her tongue into Mom's mouth. Mom gave up struggling, so Helen went to her knees between Mom's legs, and pulled her dress up. She felt the crotch of Mom's panties before she started sucking on the crotch of her panties. Helen eventually pulled the crotch of the panties aside to expose my mother's wet pussy. She sucked my mother's pussy until Mom let out a satisfied moan. My mother made no effort to stop Helen as she undressed her. Helen even removed her own clothes, and pulled my mother's head down towards her own breasts. Mom let out a whimper before she started sucking on Helen's breasts. In time Helen pushed Mom's body down between her legs. I don't know if Mom had ever sucked a pussy before, but she gave up and sucked Helen's pussy. When Helen rubbed Mother's face in her wet pussy until she was sated, Mom had given up all control to Helen. She was ready to do anything Helen wanted. Helen stood up, and pulled Mother to her feet. She put her arm around Mom's waist and guided her in the direction of the bedrooms. Mother probably thought Helen was taking her to her own bedroom. Helen opened my bedroom door, allowing Mom to see what was going on. Mom stood there in disbelief, as she struggled to believe what she was witnessing. There I was sprawled out on my bed, totally naked. Shirley's big butt was facing Mom, while she was sucking on my pussy. Sophie was kissing me while playing with one of my tits, and Candy was sucking on the other tit. I'm sure it was a very pornographic sight to behold. Mom said to Helen, "I thought you said that you loved my daughter, why are they doing that to her?" Helen said, "My sister bikers share everything with each other. We rarely engage in monogamous relationships. It is foolish to be jealous of a lover getting off on another female. I don't mind my friends making love to her." To punctuate her comment, she slipped her hand between my mother's butt cheeks, and stuck a finger into her asshole. She guided Mom to the side of the bed. Sophie and Candy got up, and helped Helen physically pick my mother up bodily and sat her down on top of my face. They forced her to bend over, as Shirley sat up to allow them to force Mom's head down between my legs. When my mom's face was pressed against my pussy, Shirley held her head down until Mom started sucking my pussy. I had fantasies about sucking my mother's pussy for years, but had never dreamed about actually-doing it. Now that her wet pussy was resting on my face, I was so excited that I couldn't believe I was actually-doing it. I was looking up at her asshole while I was sucking on her pussy. My nose was so close to her asshole that I could actually-smell her. I don't know how long we sucked each other's pussy, but we eventually just collapsed in a pool of sweat. While we rested the women picked up my mom and turned her around, so that we could cling to each other. Shirley was the first one to say, "Ladies, I have to work tomorrow. I better make my exit for now!" Candy and Sophie also expressed their reluctance to leave, but also had to go to work tomorrow. The three of them put their clothes back on. That left Helen with Mom and me. Helen was not about to leave us alone, because my mother may reproach herself for allowing them to make her eat my pussy. She made sure that she slept in the same bed with us. In the morning, she was the first one up. Helen was in the bathroom relieving herself, when Mom managed to wake up. Mom probably was overcome with guilt about her actions. She may have forgotten that Helen had spent the night in bed with us. She entered the bathroom only to find Helen occupying the toilet. Helen reached out for her hand. She pulled Mom towards her, as Mom complained that she needed to pee. Helen smiled, and forced Mom to straddle her legs, and sit facing her. Mom was at a loss as to what to do. Helen simply told her, "Let it go, just relax and pee!" I followed my mother into the bathroom just as my mother started peeing all over Helen's pubic hair. I heard the pee dripping into the bowl. I needed to pee too, but I brushed my teeth while Mom finished peeing. She was obviously embarrassed at having me watching her pee on the lap of my girlfriend, but there was no stopping the flow of urine. When she finished and wiped her pussy, she got up to brush her teeth too. I replaced her on Helen's lap to relieve myself. I couldn't resist kissing Helen while I peed. When we finished and cleaned up, we had to get dressed. Helen was in total charge. She told my mother that she was going to take me to school, so Mom could go directly to work. She added that there was a club meeting that night, she wanted both of us to attend. Mother didn't offer any objections. She had relinquished all authority to Helen. That evening both mother and I put on jeans and sweaters while we waited for Helen to arrive. When we heard the roar of motorcycles, we opened the door in time to see Helen and Candy parking their bikes. Helen had brought along Candy to have Mom ride with her. We mounted their bikes, and we're off to the meeting. Helen oversaw the meeting, with a vice-president to her right and a secretary to her left. There was old business discussed before discussions of upcoming rides. Then Helen announced that there were two orders of business to vote on. She said that it was time to vote on Candy becoming a full member of the club. They pulled out two bowls, one empty and the other two contained black and white marbles. Each member of the club came up and put their hands in the first two bowls before dropping a marble into the third. There were at least thirty members that had to vote. Mom and I watched as the secretary pulled out each marble in turn before putting it back in the first bowl. Helen told me that a single black marble would deny Candy's membership. They were all white. Helen proclaimed Candy as a full member before kissing her, and handing her the club emblem to be placed on her vest. She could now remove the prospect from her vest. Then Helen announced the second order of business was to vote on my being accepted as a prospect. Helen added that she was requesting that I be accepted as her pledge. Each woman passed the table again, and repeated the vote again. I watched in total apprehension as the secretary checked each marble. They were all white. Helen kissed me and handed me a new prospect strip to put on a leather vest. Helen reached under the table and handed me a paper bag. When I opened it, I found a brand-new vest. It was like hers, a black leather vest, with nickel plated snaps with chrome chains. I cried because Helen was making me a member of her group. To celebrate after the meeting Candy and Helen took us home. Candy took Mom to her bedroom while Helen took me to my room. I was so excited about my vest that even after removing all-of my clothes I put the vest back on. The smell of new leather and black dye was as thrilling to me as the smell of Helen's body. I was to ride bitch with Helen until I was old enough to get my own bike. During that time Mother and I enjoyed sex with every member of the club. But that is another story. 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.