Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 15:02:55 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Young Dyke, (lesbian/adult you, Celebrity, oral anald, f/FFF) Warning: Adult youth, oral, anal, Celeb, f/FFF 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. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities or characters mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. 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 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Young Dyke By Jan I was a skinny girl growing up in Santa Monica, California. My mother was a mousy type of women that suffered from guilt when my father left her for another woman. As a result I became the dominant personality in our household. Mother very quickly got in the habit of asking, "Jackie, what should we do?" I assumed the role of the mother in our relationship, even though I was just an adolescent school girl. Because of our limited income we lived in one apartment of an old duplex that had been built during the depression in the thirties. The plants out front were so overgrown they were lifting the sidewalk. I was only ten years old when a very attractive woman moved into the other duplex apartment. I had already made up my mind that I had no interest in males under any circumstance. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I had discovered the pleasures of mutual masturbation from an older girl that babysat for me. I put myself to sleep every night by stimulating my clit until I experienced several orgasms before falling asleep. When this woman moved in I wanted to have sex with her. As part of my befriending her I spent every moment I could in her apartment talking to her. She was not at all shy, so when she was changing clothes she allowed me to sit on her bed, while talking to her. I was fascinated watching her slip into her sexy little hip hugger panties, putting on a matching bra and adjusting it, by putting a hand into a cup and pull her big tits up and maneuver them until they were in place. Then she would sit on the bed next to me, while she put on dark nylons and her high heeled pumps. Being so close to her I could smell her fragrant perfume. She would stand up and put on a tight fitting cocktail dress before going for an evening out. I resented any man that had a date with her. One night she came home very upset about her latest date. I heard her crying, so I went out on the second floor balcony and climbed over the railing between our balconies, so that I could enter her bedroom sliding door. I crawled into bed with her and let her cry on my shoulder while I kissed her hair. She was crying all over my pajama top making it wet. She eventually told me how the man had treated her. She had dated him a few times, only this time he forced her to suck his cock, and came in her mouth. I assured her that men were just brutes, and I had vowed to never have anything to do with them. She kissed my lips with a tear stained mouth. I returned the kiss, and even stuck my tongue into her mouth. She didn't resist when I slipped my hand inside her nightgown and felt her breast. That emboldened me to continue feeling her breast, while I kissed her I pulled her tits out of her nightgown, so that I could suck on them. For the first time in my life I was seducing an adult woman. I had always admired her bikini cut pubic bush. She kept it close cropped and shaped like a heart on her vulva. I placed my hand on it and rubbed her until she was breathing hard. When I went down on her to suck her pussy, she tried to resist for a short time. She tried to tell me that it was wrong for me to be doing that to her. I was too young. I persisted and eventually she gave up, and just enjoyed the moment. I didn't bother hiding my infatuation with her from my mother. She was well aware of my infatuation with the woman. Mother didn't object to my relationship with the woman. I also thought that the woman was over the guilt of having a sexual relationship with a minor, because she didn't object to me sucking her pussy half of the night, and I even shaved her pussy for her when she needed it. It broke my heart the day I got home from school to find that she had moved out. I was moping around the apartment for several days, because she had left without so much as a by your leave or a simple good bye. The next occupant was a complete change. The next woman to rent the apartment was as different from the previous occupant as night and day. She was a stocky woman about five-foot six. She showed up moving in her belongings dressed in a United Parcel Post uniform. (I always wondered who selected those uniforms, because they looked like it was made from old Army blankets.) I have to say that she was the perfect picture of a dyke, short cropped dirty blonde hair, a man's UPS shirt on, with those nasty looking shorts, black socks showing above gum-soled work boots, sporting a man's wristwatch on her left wrist. I was fascinated by her, at the same time repulsed by her. I though she looked like the actor male Edward G. Robinson from those old black and white gangster movies. A cigar hanging from her snarling lips would not be out of place. I was sure that I was going to like our new neighbor. She introduced herself as Roberta, but added that her friends called her Bob. I simply told her that my name was Jackie. I was impressed with her car though, she told me it was a 1940 Ford Coupe with a 429 block. It was a very dark burgundy color with black ghost flames. She offered to take me for a ride. I jumped at the opportunity, because it was exciting to ride in such a fast car, and see all of the admiring stares through the chopped windows. She had a floor shift in the thing. The rumbling and vibrating power of that engine was exciting too. She took me on a quick highway ride to a Baskin Robins ice-cream parlor, and bought me an ice-cream cone. While we were sitting in the car licking our cones, she asked me, "Is it true that you scared off the latest tenant because you wouldn't let her alone?" I didn't know what to say, "I thought she loved me!" "Maybe she wasn't ready to come out yet! I've known a few like that. I don't normally go for jailbait, but I might make an exception in your case." Even though I didn't find her attractive, the idea of having sex with a woman that looked so frightening did excite me. I was naturally a dominant personality, but I knew if I was going to get along with this woman, I was going to have to surrender to her will. Her car had a leather bench seat that was made of tan and red leather with tuck an' roll pleats. I slid over the seat to cuddle up against her body. She had on jeans, and a sports shirt, along with her work boots. She put her arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth. There was nothing to do, but surrender to her will. There was something to be said for a plump woman, her body was soft, and even though she didn't think much of her breasts they were huge 46-G size that rested on her belly. While she kissed me, I felt her breasts. There was only the material of her sports shirt and a T-shirt between my hand and her tits. I could feel her big rubbery nipples through the material. When she placed her hand on my eleven-year- old chest, there were only little bumps to play with, but having her manipulate my nipples sent a thrilling charge through my body. As soon as we finished our ice cream, she started the engine and took us back home. I went into her apartment with her, and we spent the evening getting to know each other. I was still at an age where my chest, waist and hips were just about the same measurements. I felt ashamed of my body, but this woman was getting off on undressing me. For every item of clothing she removed from me, I removed one from her. She didn't use perfume, so her body smelled of a natural body odor along with sweat. With her shirt and T-shirt off I felt those big tits and saw just how big her areolas and nipples were. I could lift them up and suck on her nipples with her flesh spread out all over my face. When she lifted her arms to remove a piece of my clothing I saw that her underarms were not shaved. Even with her arms at her sides there was plenty of dark hair resting alongside her breasts. Some people would be turned off by a woman with body hair, but I found the idea of her being rebellious against social custom erotic. I knelt on the floor to unlace her work boots and pull them off of her feet. She had on white sweat socks that she had been wearing all day. They smelled like hell, but she enjoyed me rubbing her feet. She was the one that unbuckled her belt and unfastened her jeans. I grabbed the bottom of the pants and tugged them down her thick legs, then she lifted her butt up enough for me to pull them down. She had on baggy and loose fitting panties. I could smell and see her dark pubic hair through the fabric. She lifted her butt one more time to allow me to pull them down. Her lower belly folded over her Mons Pubis and her thick thighs almost hid her hairy triangle. She had to lay back for me to see her pussy opening. The fat labia minor looked like smoke brown cauliflower. Her cunt smelled much stronger that the previous tenant, just the same I couldn't resist sticking my face between the folds of her labia and sucking on her clitoris. Her thick thighs captured my head, preventing me from pulling my head away. It was so deliciously nasty, and her cunt was filling my mouth with a hot slimy juice. I swear that she almost smothered me, when she used her hands to smash my head against her pussy as she cum. Later she had me sit on her face while she ate my pussy. She had me rock back and forth so that I was rubbing my cunt and asshole all over her nose and mouth until I came as well. Eventually I had to get dressed and go next door to assure my mother that I was okay. Just the same as soon as I was in my bed, I got horny again, so I slipped out onto the balcony and into bed with Bob. Sleeping with a chubby woman is something you have to experience. They are so heavy that they depress the bed so much that you roll towards them naturally. Her body generated so much heat that blankets were unnecessary. We spent the night sucking pussies. She even used her nipples to fuck my pussy. I made no effort to hide from my mother the fact that I was being fucked by the dyke. She was upset that I was sleeping with such an unsavory woman, but I could control her. All she did was whine about my behavior. One evening Bob told me to dress up, because she was taking me to a party in Malibu. She drove us up the coast and had to hang a U-turn to be able to park facing south alongside the highway. There were plenty of cars already parked along the road, so we had to walk back up the road to a nondescript entrance to a beach house. I had no idea just whose house it was or how much it was worth. I was too young to appreciate the value of Malibu beach front property. To me it was just an old Spanish looking house that might have been as old as the duplex that my mother and I rented. The place was crowded with people. I had no way of knowing who they were, or how much they were worth. Bobby led me to the kitchen to pour us drinks. I thought someone would object to a girl as young as me drinking, but no one gave me a second look. It took me awhile to catch on that there were very few men at this party, and they were more interested in each other than any woman there. Like my Bobby, a lot of women were dressed in business suits like men. They were clustered in groups trying to talk over the sound of music. I finally noticed the butch looking women were feeling up the feminine looking women. I was embarrassed being felt up bodily in front of these unknown people. Suddenly there was a commotion, and when I looked to see who was coming through the door I recognized Ingrid Bergman's daughter Isabella Rossellini surrounded by an entourage of other women. She was dressed in a men's business suit, black with a white silk shirt and silk men's tie. She looked chubby and her hair was cut very short, like a man's. I overheard her telling someone that she had come to the coast to get away from New York's summer heat, and to discuss a project with Sony. I was star struck as much as everyone else. As she passed me, she paused to ask, "Who is this delicious child?" but only paused long enough to have her question answered before moving on. Bobby introduced me to her, as she moved on. Later I accompanied Bobby to the patio overlooking the beach. I could smell the salty air, and the surf was lapping up the wet sandy beach. Bobby kissed me and excused herself, to get more drinks. At that time Isabella casually walked out onto the patio by herself. Seeing me, she approached with a drink in hand, "Why has a darling girl like you, been left standing out here by yourself?" I could hardly respond, "My lady friend is getting more drinks." Isabella took hold of my hand and swung her arm around, so that our arms were interlocked at the elbow, and led me to the wooden staircase to the beach. I couldn't resist her. She walked me down the beach right at the surf line. The moon was reflecting off the white foamy waves, and the moonlight shining off the waves had a greenish, translucent look about them. It was as if they were backlit. I thought it was very romantic to be on the arm of a movie star, walking along a romantic beach. When we got past all of the houses lining the beach we came to a sandy stretch of the beach. The highway passed through a strip of land jetting out into the water enough that we couldn't hear the noise of cars. She had us sit on the warm sand looking out at the waves. She took me in her arms and kissed me. I couldn't believe that I was kissing a movie star. I was overwhelmed with the smell of her perfume. I was thinking about how sexy she looked in 'Blue Velvet' and even 'Death Becomes Her.' While she was hugging me, I couldn't resist the temptation to feel her breasts. I was having a hard time dealing with the knowledge that she was a dyke. She kissed me and asked, "Do you think that your date would be willing to bring you to my home?" I didn't know how she would take the request, "All I can do is ask her." We eventually stood up, and she walked me back to the house. Bobby was waiting on the balcony nervously looking for me. She looked pissed, as Isabella and I made our way up the stairs. I told her that Isabella had invited us to her home. She could tell that I was excited about the offer. When Isabella invited her to bring her date to her home, Bobby could see how excited I was, so she agreed. Isabella told us that she had come to the party with friends. She could tell them that she had a ride home. She spoke to a few of her women friends before she joined us, and we made our way through the houseful of women making out with each other, on our way out. I sat between them, and Isabella voiced her appreciation of the vintage Hot Rod. Bobby waited for a break in the traffic before pulling out onto the highway. She followed Isabella's directions to a road that allowed her to turn left and follow a road up into the hills overlooking Malibu. When she told Bobby to turn into an unimpressive driveway it led us around an outcropping that completely hid the house from view. The house was something out of a romantic novel or movie. It looked like an Italian villa. We pulled the car up in front of the sprawling entrance to the villa. As we made our way up the stairs, a couple of more cars pulled up behind ours. A number of women exited the cars to follow us up the stairs. Isabella rang the bell, and a maid answered the door. The party had followed us to the villa where she was staying while she was visiting the coast. The maid led us to the gathering room and started fixing drinks for the guests. I suspect that Isabella had elicited the help of a very attractive hopeful starlet to flirt with Bobby. The girl was hanging all over her. She also saw to it that her glass was never completely empty. Bobby couldn't resist the beautiful blonde when she whispered in her ear. The two of them snuck off hand in hand to some secluded room. That cleared the way for Isabella to escort me to the master bedroom. She took special delight in removing my clothes. She admired my youthful flawless skin. My breasts were just starting to bud. The areolas were small pink things with little nipples. My vulva had a little patch of hair. I was proud of the fact that I had matured enough to have pubic hair. My puffy labia major still completely hid my labia minor. It looked like a little girls pussy with hair on the vulva. She couldn't wait to remove her own clothes. She sat with me on the bed and kissed me passionately while she felt up my tits and pussy before she even bothered taking my clothes off. She thought it was cute that I was not used to wearing high heels. I had on a black cocktail dress far to mature for my age. I bought it regardless of my mother's objections. Bobby would not let me use a padded bra, because she preferred my bust-line to be natural. I had on little white nylon panties that allowed her to see the little dark patch of hair. The self-supporting nylons were pulled up to the junction at my crotch. The tops were rolled down a little. Isabella allowed me to keep the nylons and heels on. I could have been happy just kissing her, because I was so enamored of her. I knew I was going to masturbate every time I watched one of her movies. She positioned me on the middle of the spacious bed before she mounted me. My heart was pounding like a bass drum while she kissed and licked me. She licked her way down my neck until she was over my little tits. The way she sucked on my tits I thought she was going to devour them. When she moved farther down my body I saw that she had left her lipstick marks all over my tits. When she reached my crotch she lifted my legs and placed them over her shoulders. I lay there watching her mouth my pussy. It looked as if she was savoring a fine meal. She had a way of sucking my inner labia and clit that allowed my flesh to vibrate noisily between her lips, that was driving me crazy. Right when I was riding the wave of ecstasy she stopped long enough to strap on a dildo that was very impressive in its size. At first I was frightened at the thought of being fucked with that thing, but didn't object, as she spread my legs. I tried to hide my pain when she penetrated me. I endured the pain in silence at first, but eventually the pain was replaced with pulsating thrills. I'm not even sure which one of us came first. It felt good as she lied on top of me, while the dildo was still embedded in my pussy. Eventually I thought about Bobby, and insisted on getting dressed before looking for her. Isabella reluctantly slipped on a dressing gown, and led me to a guest bedroom. When she opened the door I was as surprised as much as Bobby was. The sexy starlet was on her knees on top of the bed, and Bobby was also naked except for the straps holding a strap-on dildo on to her hips. There was no doubt what she as doing. She was fucking the starlet in the asshole. She simply gave me a sheepish grin. She pulled the dildo out of the girl's ass and tried to apologize to me. It was almost comical watching her trying to be contrite while sporting a wet dildo that she had just pulled out of an asshole. Isabella calmly stated, "You might as well enjoy yourself! I'll be happy to take Jackie home." Bobby tried to protest, and I cut her short by simply saying, "Stay here, and enjoy yourself!" Isabella simply called for her female chauffer to bring the car around. As soon as I gave her the address she plugged it into the GPS. It was a thrill to be driven home in a spotless black limo, and had a movie star kissing me and finger fucking me all the way home. Mother was very impressed when she saw the limo pull up in front of our apartment, and me being escorted to the door by a woman she couldn't quite put a name to. It was understandable, because of the weight Isabella had put on, as well as the way she was dressed. Isabella introduced herself to my mother, and complimented her for having such a sweet daughter. My mother thanked her, even though she was a little confused by what was going on. Isabella told Mother, "I'm planning on being in town for a couple of weeks, and would love to have Jackie's company during my stay in Hollywood." Mom complained, "Jackie has school!" Isabella said, I can see to it that she is at school on time!" Mother looked at me as if she didn't know what to say. I told her, "Mom, I will be fine. Don't worry about me!" In her normal submissive way, she simply shrugged her shoulders, before saying, "Okay." Isabella told me, "The chauffer will pick you up after school tomorrow." True to her word the chauffer was at my home after school. I was so excited that I didn't even ask what I should pack. We were almost back in the Malibu Hills before I asked the chauffer if I should have brought anything. She simply told me that Isabella would take care of all of my needs. As soon as we got to the home a maid welcomed me to the home and showed me my bedroom. She assured me the Ms. Rossellini had given instructions to see to it that I have everything I desire. She showed me a wardrobe filled with a variety of clothes. There were dresses suitable for a girl my age, and they were my size. There were also business suits similar to the ones Isabella normally wore. Nothing had been forgotten including dress oxfords and patent leather pumps. The dresser was filled with sexy underwear. The adjoining bathroom had everything a girl or boy could ask for. A new electric toothbrush was still in a case, so that I would know it had never been used before. I asked the maid, "What should I wear?" The maid said, "Ms. Rossellini mentioned that she wanted to take you to dinner tonight, so I would suggest that you select the blue pinstripe suit that matches the type she prefers. I selected the sexiest underwear I had ever seen in black, before putting on the Navy blue pinstripe suit. Isabella was thrilled to see me dressed up like a younger version of her. She called for the driver to take us to dinner. The driver was enough to make my panties wet, because she was a hell of a sexy Mexican, dressed in a bolero blouse that barely covered her nipples, tight fitting black leather pants and knee high riding boots. She followed Isabella's command to drive us to a restaurant in West Hollywood. Isabella allowed the driver to accompany us into the establishment. Of course she was recognized immediately and escorted to a secluded table. After a delicious meal we went to a nightclub. The bouncer eyed me with suspicion, because she knew damned well that I was underage, but she was not going to challenge a guest of Isabella Rossellini. The three of us were escorted past the line of women lined up outside of the lesbian nightclub. I had never seen the inside of a lesbian nightclub before, and was totally fascinated by the activity going on. The place smelled of booze and was dimly lit. There were women dressed much like us and a large number of women dressed like any straight college school girl. Watching the girls dancing together was very exciting. The blouses were very flimsy looking and loose fitting. Breasts were on display, and being felt. The ones with short skirts were not shy at all about letting everyone see their pantie-less butts and hairless pussies. It was enough to turn me on. Isabella encouraged me to select a girl that I liked to dance with. There was a woman standing among a group of other feminine looking women. She was obviously the alpha girl in the group. She was a very attractive looking woman in her mid-twenties. I thought she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had long flowing black hair, blue eyes and lips that were full, with a natural cupids bow. She looked to be about a 36C+, 24, 36, and about five-feet four, without heels. She didn't need to expose her assets to attract attention. I approached her and asked her for a dance. She looked at me with amusement at first. I felt uncomfortable, because I thought she was going to dismiss me, because I was just a girl dressed up like a man, but she smiled at me and took my arm as I led her to the dance floor. In her 3-inch heels she was taller than me. I placed my right hand on the back of her waist, but she pulled my hand down to the swell of her butt. My heart pounded, because I was so excited. After the dance I led her back to the table where Isabella and the chauffer were sitting with a couple of attractive young girls in their twenties. At Isabella's suggestion the six of us headed back to the Malibu villa where she was staying while in southern California. The six of us took advantage of the balmy summer night to use the swimming pool overlooking the pacific coast highway and the most expensive real-estate in southern California. The swimming pool had a glass wall facing the ocean. That allowed swimmers to look through the glass at the ocean. Of course none of the girls wanted to get their hair wet, so they never got in water deeper than their waists. It was exciting to see the three women we had brought to the villa naked. Their pussies were shaved clean. Isabella and the chauffer eventually took off their clothes and strapped on dildos, and handed me my own very big strap-on dildo. We fucked the girls under the stars. I had a great time while Isabella was in town. She even fucked me, but when she left for NYC, she gave me all of the clothes to take home. Mother was shocked to see me dressed up in men's clothing, but she didn't object. From that day on I assumed the butch role with all the women and girls I had sex with. 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.