Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2015 19:41:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Sex in High School (Lesbian/beginnings, oral, anal, f/fFfFF) Warning: Lesbian/beginnings, oral, anal, f/fFfFF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Sex in High School By Jan Over the noise of chatter, slamming locker doors and the sound of shoes echoing off of the tiled walls in the corridor of the science building, I heard a familiar voice, "Jean wait up!" When I stopped and turned around to face in the direction of Nancy as she came scurrying towards me. She was almost breathless when she reached me. "Have you heard that Ms. Baxter, our science teacher, got fired, and escorted off campus?" I was stunned by the news, she was a popular teacher. "No! What happened?" "I heard that she got caught in the science lab sucking the pussy of Amy Hooper by the principal after school today!" I was struck by the suddenness of it all. I thought about all of the times she had helped me with my dissection of frogs. She had stood behind me, so close I could feel her body, and smell her perfume. It had been exciting the way she had touched my arms, but nothing had ever happened beyond that. I wondered if I would have allowed her to suck my pussy. Nancy fell in step along side of me, and was continuing to talk, but I wasn't paying any attention to her. I was thinking about sex! Like everyone I knew I had played those games like spin the bottle and doctor/nurse. That was where I learned how to kiss both boys and girls with tongue, and inspected the sexual organs of boys and girls. I thought boy's penises were funny looking. They reminded me of soldiers with German helmets, and their balls were ugly things to look at. At least getting to inspect girls sex organs allowed me to actually see where girl's urethra is located, and learned how much girls respond to the touch of that little lump of flesh called a clitoris. Some of the girls were virgins, but some of them were actually sexually active with boys. Now that I was a sophomore in high school I knew the dangers of allowing boys to fuck me, so I only dated boys I thought could control, but I knew better than ever be alone with them for too long. I had attended pajama parties at the homes of my girlfriends between the ages of 11 and 13. We would play music and dance with each other. After bedtime we would pair up and indulge in necking and mutual masturbation on the pretense of practicing for future dates. That had ended when we entered high school, because there was the potential stigma of being identified as lesbians. There would be little likelihood of boys calling us dykes, and never asking us out. Just the same I had never forgotten the smell of my girlfriend's pussies on my hands after masturbating them. Thinking about all of the times I had been alone with Ms. Baxter and smelling her perfume made me regret the fact that she had not actually tried to seduce me. I would have never had the nerve to make a move on her. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I almost walked past my Social Science classroom. Nancy grabbed my arm, and started me out of my thoughts. What had happened was destined to be the topic of conversations weeks. With every telling of the story, details were expanded beyond belief. By the time I went to my sixth period gym class, the girls were telling each other they had heard that both of them had been completely naked and Ms. Baxter had been fucking Amy Hooper with a strap-on dildo. I couldn't picture them actually doing that sort of thing in the classroom. I spent the rest of the day and all night thinking about Ms. Baxter. Then I remembered Amy Hooper. I would have never suspected that she was a lesbian. She had a reputation of being a tramp when it came to boys. There were stories about her sucking cocks, and being fucked on dates with a lot of boys. There were even rumors that she dated older men. I wondered if she would be in school tomorrow. The next day there was a lot of buzz as she walked through the halls. She tried to hold her head up, and bluff it out, just the same when some boys bullied her by calling her a pussy eating dyke, she broke down crying, and ran to the nearest girl's restroom. The girls that had been in the bathroom all came filing out in a hurry, lest they be accused of being her girlfriend. She was a social pariah for months. She ate her lunch alone, and no girl would dress for gym too close to her. Even the two female physical education teachers that were rumored to be lovers avoided her. She had to endure cruel teasing by unkind boys, and being shunned by all of the girls. I felt sorry for her, but feared befriending her lest I be accused of being a dyke too. Like so many others I avoided being too close to her. One evening after I had been studying at the local library I walked home through the town square. Like so many small towns the old center had fallen on hard times when the interstate bypassed the town. The new shopping mall, gas stations, motels and restaurants had moved to the off ramps, so the old movie theaters built during the heydays of movie empires of the thirties had been reduced to showing porn movies or turned into evangelical churches. The shops along main-street had become liquor stores, porn shops, and hotels had become nothing more than bordellos. I had crossed the town square during the day time many times, and thought nothing of doing it. But the small park like square had become the hangout for the local delinquents during the night. I made the mistake of crossing the square one evening by the time I reached the center I found myself surrounded by a group of tough looking boys. They demanded that I give them my book bag. I was terrified, so I told them that there was nothing in the bag but books, but they wanted my bag anyway. They also discussed taking me down, and all of them fucking me. Just when I was sure they were going to do that to me, a female voice behind me saying, "Leave her alone!" One of the thugs said, "I hear she carries knives and a gun, so let's let get out of here! The guys faded into the darkness. When I turned to thank my benefactor I saw that it was Amy Hooper. She said, "They won't bother you any more Jean. To be sure I will escort you home." All I could manage was a weak, "Thank you." She fell in step along side of me, and proceeded to walk me home. I had to ask, "Do you really carry knives and a gun?" Amy chuckled, "No, I did pepper spray one of them one time. He was too embarrassed to admit that I had sprayed him, so he claimed I drew a gun. I asked, "Why did you save me?" Amy said, "You have never taunted me about my past, like everyone else at school." I felt horrible, because even though I didn't tease her, I didn't befriend her either. When we arrived at my home I insisted on her coming in. I introduced her to my parents, and my mother insisted on giving us a plate off tollhouse cookies and milk. Mom reminded me that we shouldn't stay up late because we had school tomorrow. I took her to my bedroom and we listened to music while we talked. I had to ask, "Was it true that you got caught having sex with Ms. Baxter?" Amy looked sad, "Yes, I was in love with her. Everyone at school has been cruel to me ever since." I thought about it, and realized just how bad I would feel in her place. I started crying and hugged her. I promised, "I will never ignore you, I don't care about what happened!" She cried on my shoulder as she returned hugging me. "You could be called a lesbian or dyke for befriending me!" I was so overcome with emotion that I kissed her on the mouth. Amy melted in my arms, and returned the kiss. She abruptly pulled away, "You don't want to start this it will lead to trouble. I'd better go home now. I will understand if you don't talk to me tomorrow." With that she made her exit. She made sure to thank my mother for the cookies and milk. I found my mother in the kitchen cleaning up and making a list of groceries to buy. I approached her, and told her that Amy was the girl caught making love to the teacher that got fired. I told her how everyone treated her, and how she had saved me from delinquent boys tonight on my way home from the library. I told mother how bad I felt for her. No one deserves to be treated the way that everyone at school is treating her. Mother stopped writing and said, "I'm proud of you! You know if you befriend her that some of your friends will turn on you!" I asked, "Is it so wrong for a girl to love a woman?" My mother thought for a moment before answering, "Honey, the only problem with loving someone from the same sex is the bigotry of other people. They can be very cruel to anyone that doesn't behave the way they proclaim is correct for people to express their love." I asked, "Would it bother you if I fell in love with a woman?" Mom gave me a wiry smile, "Honey, it could be a default way to live, but your father and I would love and support you just the same." I had a lot of thinking to do that night. I didn't get much sleep, because I kept waking up. The next morning I told my mother over breakfast, "I'm going to ask Amy to be my friend, no matter what anyone says! I don't know if I could love her the way she loved Ms. Baxter, but I want to be her friend. No one deserves to be treated the way she has been treated." Mother smiled, "I can tell you that I have never been prouder of you than I am right now!" She kissed me on the cheek as I left for school. I didn't see Amy until second period in the hall as we headed to class. I fell in step along side of her and said, "I wanted to thank you for saving my butt last night!" Amy gave me a weak smile and thanked me. I asked her about the homework assignment as we entered the class room. I ignored the looks I was getting from our classmates. Just as Amy had warned the rumor mill was fast at work. I was shunned by some of my so-called friends. Kaylin, my best friend from pre-school pulled me aside during lunch period, and asked me why I was talking to Amy. I told her that Amy had saved me from being assaulted by a bunch of delinquent boys on my way home from the library last night. I don't care what anyone thinks, she is a nice person. Kaylin wanted to know all about what had happened, so I told her the whole story. She must have spread the word, because the rest of the day I didn't get those looks anymore. There was still a lot of whispering going on. My last period was physical education. I had not planned it that way when I registered for classes. The last period was normally reserved for the boy athletes, and the girls in the auxiliary band units and athletes. Amy was in the last class because she was on the varsity tennis team. Amy's locker was relegated to a corner that she had all to herself for months. I deliberately emptied my locker and moved to a locker next to Amy. She almost cried while we changed clothes. She didn't say anything to me, but she did smile a little. There was a lot of whispering and dirty looks but I ignored them. I was not that good a tennis player, but I offered to play against Amy that day. She had me running all over the court, and sweating like a pig. After class I was exhausted, and the shower felt good. Amy and I had plenty of room to shower. I also got a good look at Amy's body. Amy had a superb body. She was about 5 feet 8 inches tall. I figured that her measurements were about 36-C, 24, 38, and her legs were muscular. She had dark brown hair that was always pulled back into a ponytail. I have to say that her breasts didn't need a brazier, and her areolas were small and slightly pink with small nipples. Her crotch was shaved completely. She explained to me later that she shaved close because she didn't want anyone taking a picture on her while play tennis with a stray hair sticking out of the leg of her tennis shorts, because she knew that a picture like that would be posted on the web with some sort of rude remarks. As it is there are plenty of nasty remarks about me on the web. Her revelation almost broke my heart. While we were getting dressed I asked her if she would like to come home with me. She happily welcomed my offer, because she had been shunned for months. We walked home together. She used her cell phone to tell her mother where she was going. By the conversation I could tell that her mother was thrilled that she finally had a friend. Mother provided us with refreshments as soon as we got home. We took our sandwiches and glasses of iced tea to my room. I turned on my stereo before we started doing our homework. It was driving me crazy to find out all about her relationship with Ms. Baxter, and what led up to them getting caught. I did wait until we had finished our homework, before asking any personal questions. Rather than answering questions she invited me to come home with her to meet her mother. Mother gave me permission to accompany her home and reminded me about school, so to be sure to come home before bedtime. When Amy and I got to her house, her mother was thrilled that I had become her daughter's friend. It was common knowledge all over town about what had happened, so her mother had to know about her daughter's relationship with her teacher. She offered to make us snacks, but I assured her that my mother had given us plenty of snacks at my home. She insisted that I have dinner with them. She called my mother to get permission before starting dinner. Amy took me to her room, and her mother told us that she would call us when dinner was ready. Safely ensconced in her bedroom with the door locked, Amy felt it was about time to share with me everything that had happened with her and Ms. Baxter. She told me about staying late in the science lab, because she had trouble understanding the subject. Ms. Baxter began helping her, by standing behind her and talking her through the experiments. She often stroked her arms while talking to her. I could picture it all because Ms. Baxter had done the same thing to me while helping me in the past. Amy told me that one day when she had successfully completed an experiment Ms. Baxter hugged her and kissed her. It surprised her at first, but when Ms. Baxter continued kissing her it felt exciting. Ms. Baxter started feeling her breasts. She even stuck her tongue into her mouth. She even took out her own breasts and allowed her to feel them. After that day whenever she could she would stay after school to be with Ms. Baxter. Over time she removed her panties, and licked her pussy. She told me that she didn't even know how to describe the feeling. When Ms. Baxter asked me to eat her pussy, I was thrilled to do anything to please her. We had been making love for several weeks. I suspect that someone saw us, and told the principal what we were doing, and he and security guard caught us in the act. I asked, "Did you ever meet her at another place?" Amy told me that she would go to Ms. Baxter's home, where we would take our clothes off, and do all kinds of sexy things." I was very curious, "What kind of things did you do to each other?" Amy lowered her voice to make it very private, "You can't tell anyone about what we did! We sucked on each other's tits until they hurt, before we sucked on each other's pussies. Ms. Baxter even allowed me to fuck her with a thing she called a dildo. The way she acted I couldn't resist letting her fuck me with it too. (She could tell by the way I was hanging on every word that I was intrigued.) She started describing what Ms. Baxter's pussy looked like, and what it smelled like. She even told me that they demonstrated their love for each other by licking and sticking their tongues into each other's assholes. I thought that was disgusting, but the way she made it sound it must have been exciting. All of the talk about sex was making my pussy tingle. I even placed the heel of my right hand on my crotch, and started rubbing. Amy asked me, "Have you ever made love to a girl?" I almost choked when I said, "Yes! When I was younger, between the ages of 8 and 13 a group of my friends used to have sleepovers and indulged hugging, kiss, and even masturbating each other. We stopped doing that when we entered high school, because they all got interested in boys." Amy smiled at my story, and pulled her dress up, pulled down her panties. Her pubic hair was black and looked a lot thicker than mine. She used two fingers to spread her pussy open. This was the first time I had taken a good look at a girl's pussy in a long time. I had felt my own clitoris many times while masturbating, but for the first time I actually was looking at one much larger one than mine. She used her finger to point out her vagina and explain how Ms. Baxter had taken her virginity with the dildo. I also got a look at the hole where everyone's urethra is located. Following her instructions I masturbated her. I also moved my head close enough to smell her pussy. I had smelled my fingers after masturbating many times, and her pussy smelled a lot like my fingers. Having heard her describe sucking Ms. Baxter's pussy, I was intrigued enough to want to find out what it would be like to taste her pussy. Then I moved in and stared licking her pussy. It reminded me of the times I had cut myself, and sucked on the bloody wound. There was that metallic iron taste mixed with the ammonia smell of urine clinging to her skin. It didn't take long for me to get into it. I was shaking my head up and down and side to side, while doing my best to probe the depths of her vagina. She responded by grabbing my head and humping her pussy against my face. My nose was being smashed against her clitoris. I did everything I could to make her orgasm as quiet as possible. As soon as she recovered from her orgasm she turned the table on me. She pulled me up off of my knees and sat me on her bed. She placed my heels on her shoulders long enough to pull my panties out from under my butt. When she pulled them free of my feet she dropped them to the floor, and knelt before me. The way she looked at my crotch, you would think she was selecting something on a restaurant menu to eat. Obviously Ms. Baxter had taught her well. She used her fingers to stimulate my clit before she stuck them into my vagina, and sucked my clit into her mouth with a vacuum strong enough to lift a bowling ball. When I couldn't keep my body still she was about to take me over the edge to a full orgasm, she stuck a finger up my ass. That act took my mind off of what she was doing to my pussy and I had an orgasm that was so strong I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming. I was sweating profusely by that time. About that time her mother wrapped on the door gently and said dinner was ready. We quickly put our panties back on and straightened up our clothes. We joined her mother in the dining area as quickly as we could. There were only three place settings. I wondered about her husband's absence. Amy's mother must have observed my confusion. She casually said as if she was discussing the weather, "There is no mister. I never told the father of Amy that I was pregnant. I didn't want to deal with the hassle. With that she changed the subject. Was the air-conditioner vent closed in your room?" We looked at each other, and realized that we were both sweating. Amy said, "I will check, we were having so much fun talking that I didn't even notice!" I thought she was a smart girl to think of a response that fast. Her mother was a good cook, and served a delicious roast with carrots, string beans and potatoes on the side, and a mixed steamed vegetable. She even had prepared an apple cobbler. When we finished gobbling it down her mother gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, and said, "Why don't the two of you return to the bedroom and finish having a good time before Jean has to go home. I will be happy to drive you home Jean!" I think we both turned white, because we hadn't fooled her at all. We sheepishly returned to her room. We were in no mood to renew our exploration of each other. We both were asking each other how her mother knew what we had been doing. Neither of us had a good answer to the question. We couldn't believe that our sweaty bodies were that much of a giveaway. It wasn't until I got home and prepared to bathe before bed that I realized that the smell of Amy's pussy was all over my face and hands. I was sure my scent was all over her too. The next day at school I couldn't wait to tell Amy that I had figured out how her mother figured out what we had been up to, but Amy's face told me she already knew. Either she had figured it out or her mother had told her. Amy told me after you went home, mother told me that she figured that her relationship with Ms. Baxter had just been a youthful experimentation with her sexuality, but since she obviously preferred the love of females, she might as well tell her about herself. She knew that she preferred the love of women from an early age. She only had sex with my father to conceive her. Amy added, "That it made sense to her why she had so many women she was told to call aunts while she was growing up, and no uncles." That evening when I got home I asked my mother if I could invite Amy over to spend the night. Mother cautioned me that my father might not be ready to understand my feelings, so keep it quiet in my room. I called Ms. Hooper and asked her if Amy could spend the night at my house. Ms. Hooper sounded very pleased that I had asked her permission, but she suggested that it would probably be better if I spent the night at her house, because it might disturb my mother. She asked to talk to my mother, even though I assured her that my mother was cool with our relationship. I turned to my mother and asked her if I could spend the night at Amy's house. Mom said that she would like to talk to Amy's mother, so I handed her the phone. After Mom introduced herself to Amy's mother, she asked if it would be a problem having the girls underfoot all night. Apparently Amy's mother assured her that she would love the company, and even suggested that my mother bring me over so that they could talk for a while. After the call mother told me to put a change of clothes, pajamas, toothbrush and such in a bag. She would drive me to Amy's home. I was excited, and packed in a flash. Amy's mother and Amy welcomed us into their home. Amy's mom asked my mom to have a cup of coffee with her while the girls played. Amy grabbed my hand and pulled me to her bedroom. As soon as we were behind the door, we started hugging and kissing. I learned later that while we were having fun, our mothers were talking. They discovered that they had a lot in common. By the time Amy's mother confessed that she was a lesbian it didn't surprised my mother or disturb her all that much. Mom eventually proclaimed that she'd better go home. Amy's mom called out for the two of us to come and say goodbye to my mother. We scrambled to get properly dressed before we joined them in the kitchen. Mother and I hugged and said our goodbyes before walking her to the car. As mother drove away, I asked Amy's mother, "Did you and my mother get along?" Amy's mother smiled as she kissed me on the mouth, before telling me that she liked my mother. She even admitted that she told my mother that she was a lesbian, and my mother wasn't disturbed by the revelation. My head was in a spin as Amy and her mother led me to her bedroom, where we got undressed and the three of us set bout sucking tits, and pussies on her mother's bed. For the first time in my life I was sucking the large tits of an adult woman and a mature pussy too. Amy's mother also introduced me to tongue fucking my asshole, while I was eating Amy's pussy. It was a rumpled mess by the time we were exhausted enough to fall asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. It was kind of strange getting ready for school the next morning right in front of the mother of my new lover. Amy's mother drove us to school and dropped us off. It hadn't occurred to me that my girlfriend, Nancy, would be jealous of me falling in love with another girl. Just as I had feared the rumor mill was hard at work coming to the conclusion that we were lovers. It turned out that Nancy was the one spreading the rumors the most. She confronted me after school, and confessed that she had been in love with me since pre-school. I felt like a fool for not noticing her feelings, and a heel for never catching on that Nancy wanted me. All I could do is promise to make it up to her. She was still upset as she turned off to go to her own home. As soon as I got home I called Amy and told her to come over. As soon as we were in my room I told her about what Nancy had told me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to hurt her or lose her as a friend. Amy told me that it wouldn't hurt her feelings if I wanted to have sex with her, in fact she would be happy to have a three way relationship booth of us. That shocked me, at the same time it intrigued me. Amy and I did get undressed and engaged in a hot session of necking, tit sucking, pussy eating and even a little anal play before we got dressed. Mother gave us a look that told me that she was aware of that we had done. The next day at lunch time I asked Nancy if she wanted to come home with me after school. Nancy agreed quickly to come over after school, and nothing more was said about the subject. I went home and told mother that Nancy was coming over. She didn't press the point, but it was obvious she had known all along about Nancy's infatuation with me. She wondered if I was going to seduce my childhood friend. Mom directed Nancy to my room when she arrived. As soon as we closed the door I hugged her and kissed her. I told her that I had never meant to hurt her. I assured her that she had always been my best friend, and I had never suspected that she loved me that way. Until I met Amy I had never even thought about that kind of sex. Nancy pleaded with me that she wanted to be my only lover. I figured the best way to handle this situation was to teach her everything I knew about sex, so I simply started undressing her. She was all over me kissing my mouth and face. It was as if she as making up for ten years of lost time. What she lacked in knowledge she made up for with enthusiasm. I had never seen Nancy naked before, and had no idea what her cunt looked like. When I removed her panties I was surprised to find out just how much pubic hair she had between her legs. When I buried my face in her bush I thrilled to smell just how strong her odor was. She was making enough noise to wake the dead. I was surprised that my mother didn't come busting in to interrupt us. To muffle the noise I sat on her face. I ground my pussy against her mouth and nose. I even made sure I ground my asshole against her mouth and nose too. One look at the clock reminded me that my father would be getting home soon, so I stopped fucking Nancy and insisted that we get dressed. When we emerged from my room, Mother didn't say anything, until Nancy went home. Mother asked me if I was going to seduce all of my girlfriends. I told her that Nancy was jealous of Amy, because she has wanted me since pre-school. I love Nancy too, and don't want to lose her as a friend. Mother was disturbed by my attitude, but she didn't pursue the subject. When I went to bed that night I called Amy and told her about seducing Nancy. We lay there in our beds masturbating while I gave her a blow by blow description of what I did to Nancy. Before we hung up we agreed that both of us would seduce Nancy. Nancy almost followed me to every class the next day. I finally told her that if she wanted to see me after school she would have to follow me to Amy's house. Nancy was hurt that I told her that she had to meet her at Amy's, but she relented. Amy and I made it to her house before Nancy, possibly because she was thinking as she slowly walked to the house. Amy's mother answered the door when Nancy knocked. She gave Nancy a warm smile and told her, "The girls are in the bedroom." Nancy slowly made her way down the hall towards the bedroom door that was obviously Amy's. Nancy barley tapped on the door. When Amy opened the door, I was sitting on the bed looking over Amy's shoulder as Nancy entered the room. Nancy stood there nervously shifting her weight back and forth. I told Nancy to hug Amy and give her a kiss!" She turned to face Amy, as Amy closed the door. Nancy took Amy into her arms and gave Amy a hug. When she pressed her lips against Amy's lips, Amy placed her hands on Nancy's ass and gave her buns a squeeze. It was obvious that Amy was sticking her tongue into her mouth. I got up and helped Amy undress Nancy. We led her to the bed where we could teach her about three-way-sex. I sat on her face and played with her tits while Amy ate her pussy. There was no need to keep Nancy quiet, because Ms. Hooper knew what was going on. After that day if I wasn't making love to the two of them I was sucking the pussy of at least one of them. As the Christmas and New Year's Holidays drew near Nancy informed me that her family were going up State to spend the Holidays with her grandparents. Amy also informed me that she was spending the Holidays with her favorite aunt in San Francisco. I was starting to feel lonely even before they left. Amy told me that she was going to leave on Monday because of the Christmas traffic being so heavy the Friday the week before. I bought them both Christmas presents. For Nancy I bought a dildo online, and tennis shoes, so that she could hide the dildo in the box, and for Amy I ordered a sexy baby doll nightgown. I wrapped them very carefully. I delivered Nancy's gift after school on Friday, because I knew her family would be on the road right away. I planned on delivering Amy's gift Saturday, and planned on spending the rest of the weekend with her. Saturday I had mom drop me off at Amy's. When I rang the bell Ms. Hooper answered the door. When I told her that I was delivering Amy's Christmas gift, she told me that she had already caught a flight out, because there was a cancelation on a Friday flight, it happened so quick that she didn't have time to call you. I was broken hearted that I missed her, and was facing two weeks without sex. Ms. Hooper said, "Why don't you come in, and put the present under the tree. Amy has a gift for you, but I would love to see you open it on either Christmas-eve or Christmas-day. I was just fixing to have a cup of coffee, would you like to have a cup with me?" I felt lonely and needed company, so I accepted her offer. I put Amy's present under the tree, while Ms. Hooper went to the kitchen for coffee mugs. She already knew that I liked mine with artificial sweetener and cream. I sat on the couch while waiting for her to return. When she returned with two big mugs of coffee she sat on the couch next to me. After thanking her, it dawned on me that she was going to be alone for the holidays too. I asked, "Ms. Hooper would you like to be my guest for the holidays?" She said, "You don't have to call me Ms. Hooper, my name is Emily or you can call me Mom." I thanked her and asked, "Mom would you like to be my guest?" Emily thanked me and assured me that she was spending the time with a friend, but I will be home for Christmas. I would love for you to drop by to open your gifts." I promised to be there after we opened gifts and had breakfast. We talked about missing Amy while we finished our coffee. When my cup was almost empty I sat it down, and was about to make my excuse before leaving, but Emily put her arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth. It surprised me, and I froze. Before I recovered Emily had placed her free hand on my breast. I surrendered completely and opened my mouth to accept her tongue. After we sucked on each other's tongue for a while, she stood up and pulled me to my feet. She led me to her bedroom. It was very exciting for me, because I was about to make love to the mother of my first lover. Emily undressed me while I stood there. When I was naked she placed me on the bed with a kiss, before she removed her clothes. I was excited and fascinated to see what she looked like naked. Emily and Amy looked a lot alike, Emily was just a bigger version. When she pulled her dress up and over her head I saw her hairy armpits for the first time. (I had never seen her in a sleeveless dress before.) For some reason seeing her pits was very erotic for me. When she removed her bra, her 38- DD's impressed me too. She slowly pulled down her panties. It was obvious that she didn't trim her pubic bush, because her pubic hair ran down the insides of her thighs. She sported a thick dark brown pubic bush. She saw the way I was looking at her hairy pussy, so she used her right hand to rub her cunt and finger fuck her pussy for a moment, before she waved her fingers under my nose. The smell of her aromatic pussy made my clit tingle. I had never seen anyone with so much hair before. Emily stepped close to the bed and leaned over my head as she dangled those two monstrous tits over my head. I captured her right nipple and sucked on it hard. She switched tits back and forth whenever she wished. She also reached down to my crotch to masturbate me until I had a couple of orgasms. I was getting excited about the prospect of tasting her cunt. Emily eventually removed her tits from my mouth. I was about to object, until she turned around and mounted the bed over my head. Her hairy cunt was right over my face. She lowered her cunt down to my mouth. I got a mouth full of hair, before I could probed her pussy with my tongue. While she ground her pussy against my face, she was grinding her clit against my nose, and a couple of hairs either broke off or were pulled out. One got caught between my teeth and the other one managed to get caught on the back of my tongue. I couldn't cough it up or swallow it. It was driving me crazy. I had to struggle to reach around her thigh and stick my finger into my mouth to scrape the hair out on my mouth. As soon as I accomplished my task, Emily started grinding her pussy against my face. She leaned over and started sucking my pussy like a starving person. When she did that I was able to look up and see her asshole. Even her asshole was ringed with hair. I lost count of the times she made me cum. The shadows crossing the room told me it was late afternoon, so I knew I'd better get home soon. I had to tell her that I better get home before my family started worrying about me. Emily and I showered together to ensure that I wouldn't smell of pussy juice. After I was dressed, we kissed and I promised to visit as much as I could over the holidays. That night I masturbated with images of Emily's hairy pussy in my mind. I made a practice of visiting her almost every day. Just when I thought the sex couldn't get any better, it changed. The day before Christmas-eve I knocked on her door, and she answered the door in a house robe. I approached her and hugged and kissed, at the same time I reached into her robe for a tit. Emily turned my body, so that I could see into the living room. There was a practically naked woman on the couch. I was shocked and withdrew my hand quickly from Emily's robe. Emily introduced me to her friend. The woman stood up and hugged me, as she assured me that she was thrilled to meet me. She hadn't even bothered to cover up her tits. I felt her big soft breasts being mashed against my body. Emily pressed her body against my back. I was sandwiched between two horny adult women. Emily was kissing the back of my neck while her friend was kissing my mouth. Clothes vanished, and the two women sat on the couch with their legs spread open. Emily's friend was shaved so close I couldn't even feel any stubble. I sucked both of them until they were satisfied. Then they wanted to please me. The woman wanted to eat my pussy, so I mounted her while she lay on her back, and Emily introduced me to anal sex. She licked my ass before she fucked me with a dildo. I had no idea it could feel so erotic to be fucked in the ass. I had sex with them a couple of more times before I had to go home. This Christmas was special because as soon as we opened our presents, and had breakfast I headed to Emily's to open their gift to me. When I arrived and rang the bell, Emily welcomed me with a warm hug and as kiss. All she had on was the thinnest see through gown I had ever seen. We kissed as she led me to the living room. She had prepared hot toddies for us in anticipation of my arrival. All she had to do is heat up an iron to bring the toddies to a boil. We toasted each other and she gave me my present from Amy. Amy had given me a week's supply of thongs and hip hugger panties. There was also a butt plug with a note wishing that I would think of her while wearing the plug. Emily surprised me with a gift too. When I unwrapped I found that she had given me a strap-on dildo. She told me use it on Amy and her as much as I wanted. I striped off my clothes and put on the strap-on with Emily's help. We made our way to her bedroom with that big pink dildo bouncing up and down in front of me. Emily got on the bed on her knees with her head resting on her crossed arms. That presented both her holes to me. I couldn't resist licking both her pussy and asshole before fucking her. Emily was grunting while I fucked her cunt. At one point the dildo came out on a back stroke, so when I started to thrust foreword the replica cock entered her asshole. Emily was beside herself while I fucked her asshole. She didn't object and even reached between her legs to masturbate her clit. I fucked her until she had a couple of orgasms. Emily had to return the favor, and fucked both of my holes before I went home. By the time Amy and Nancy got home Emily and I were horny for their pussies. We could have our orgy at Amy and Emily's but Nancy and I had to be careful to be quiet at her home. At my home as long as Amy, Nancy and I were finished before my father got home, because my mother didn't object to our activities. School became routine, and we didn't care what anyone said about us. There came two changes I didn't expect. The first was the day we were at school and my mother went to Emily's and introduced herself to Amy's mother. I learned later that mother admitted to Emily that she was getting horny listening to the three of us in my room. Emily understood and started feeling my mother up until mother was ready. They sucked tits, ate pussies, and Emily fucked mother in the ass with a dildo. They made it a practice to get together while we were at school, until Amy and I ditched school one time to come home to have sex, and found my mother having her pussy eaten by Emily. The second event was the day my student councilor called me in for a talk. When we were behind the closed door, Mrs. Perkins sat me down while she walked around the room as she told me that she knew about my relationship with Amy and Nancy. I was frightened that she was going to expel me from school. I sure as hell didn't expect her walking around behind me and placing her hands on my shoulders and sliding them down to my tits and squeezing them. When she came around in front of me she was holding her skirt in one hand, and she didn't have panties on. She straddled the arms of the chair and pressed her pussy against my face. I ate her pussy for her. Afterwards she told me that she expected me to come to her office after school every Tuesday. She didn't say so, but there was an unspoken threat. I was having sex with two girls and three different women almost every day after that. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.