Linda’s Story

Summary:  Adult youth, oral, g/g, g/FFF

    I was the daughter of a couple of drunks.  My
father worked for a local arrogation district in a
coastal city in San Diego, California.  My father was
at least fifteen years older than my mother.  When I
was 10-years-old my mother gave birth to another
girl.  I always suspected that she was the daughter
of my father’s younger brother.

My father died of a heart attack shortly after
that.  He was in full cardio arrest by the time the
paramedics got to our farm house.  Mother married
his younger brother in less than a year.  He was four
years younger than her, and typical of the family he
was an alcoholic too.  When he tried to seduce me, I
told him that if he ever touched me, I would cut his
cock off when he passed out.

We lived in a farm house that was doing good to
have a phone, running water and natural gas.  There
an outhouse in the back yard.

As a girl there were several things that
frightened me: snakes, spiders, mice and rats were
high on my list.  I was always apprehensive about
using the outhouse because there were spiders in the
corners and under the toilet seat.  The smell was
repulsive enough on its own.

My mother bought me a half dozen dressed for
school every September, but when I was home I wore
dresses that were a couple of years old, thing and
very short on me.  My panties were clean, but thin.  I
went bare footed at home.  I was lonely so I always
had dogs and cats.  As a result legs were always
covered with flea bites that I was always scratching
until my legs were covered with scabs.

Most of the children I went to school with were
from poor families too.  My best friend was a
beautiful Mexican girl, named Lupe Gomez.  She had
long dark hair and an angelic face.  I was a platinum
blonde with blue eyes.  We had learned the facts of
life at an early age.  We knew a lot of local girls that
had given birth to babies by the age of 14, so we
vowed to remain virgins until we finished school.

Living on a farm that grew alfalfa, and poinsettias
meant that there was a hay barn near the house.
After the hay was bailed the barn would be filled
almost to the rafters.  Every week or so, a truck
would come to take 20 or so bales away.  As much as
it scared me to enter that barn, because there were
spider webs all over the place, and there were mice
nesting among the hay bales, it was the one place
Lupe and I could play in private.

We would struggle to move bales of hay around,
so that we would have a hiding place on top of the
stacked bales.  We would spread an old Navy wool
blanket on top of our hiding place.  We would
fantasize about our future up there.

When we entered puberty Lupe developed faster
than most girls.  When most girls were trying to
convince their mother’s that they needed a brassiere,
Lupe was already at 34-C and her hips were wide too.
Men and boys were flirting with her.

When we were in our hiding place were started
inspecting each other’s bodies.  We felt each other’s
breasts, and we discovered that it felt good to rub
that little nub at the top of our pussy cracks.  One
thing led to another and we started licking each
other’s pussies.

When I stopped playing with the cats and dogs,
my scabs healed, and I developed a figure.  I was
never as voluptuous as Lupe, but both boys and men
flirted with me.

My father and stepfather had a sister between
their ages.  She was a black Irish beauty, with wavy
black hair, creamy white skin, and sky blue eyes,
named Kathleen.  Men were always falling all over
themselves trying to impress her.  She had nothing
but contempt for them, but like her brothers she was
a drunk too.  She lived in Oceanside.  You would thing
she would have Marine Officers from Camp Pendleton
Marine Corps Base perusing her all of the time.

I was attracted to her beauty just as much as
anyone else.  I enjoyed her company drunk or sober.
One later afternoon on a Friday, I got a relative that
was driving to Los Angeles to drop me off at her
apartment.

When I knocked on her door, I eventually heard
noises coming from inside.  When the door opened a
little Kathy’s head peeked out.  “Linda what are you
doing here?”

“I just wanted to visit you, and get away from my
home.  I’m tired of babysitting Connie while Mom and
Will are get drunk, is all.”

When she stepped back and allowed me to enter,
she was dressed in a simple dressing gown and her
feet were bare.  I saw a dress blue female Marine-
Corps officer’s uniform scattered on the furniture.

I was just beginning to get my mind around the
implications of the clothes in her apartment, when a
naked woman came out of the bedroom.  She took one
look at me and sarcastically asked, “Are you fucking
young girls now?”

      Kathy barked back, “Shut the fuck up, this is my
niece!  Why don’t you get dressed and leave!”

The sandy haired woman tried to apologize but
my aunt wasn’t hearing any of it.  The woman
gathered up her clothes and retreated to the
bathroom to get dressed.

By that time I got the message that my Aunt was
fucking woman.  There was no doubt about it!  My
Aunt smelled of booze and the woman’s pussy juices.
It was stronger than Lupe’s but a familiar odor.

The woman came out of the bathroom still fixing
her hair.  She picked up her hat as she made her way
to the door.  She turned at the door and kissed
Kathy on the mouth, “Call me!”

Kathy didn’t respond, as she closed the door
behind the woman.  She turned to me, “I never
wanted you to find out about my sex life, Linda!”

I was almost speechless at that point.  :I was
shocked to see the naked woman, but I understand
your feelings, and think that I have the same
feelings.”

Kathy asked, “Have you had sex with a girl
before?”

“I smiled, “I have been in Love with my friend
Lupe for several years.”

Kathy asked, “Have you had sex with her?”

“Yes!”

She went to her kitchen and retried a bottle of
whisky, and poured herself a stiff drink.  “Would you
like a drink?”

“No thanks!”  I was discussed with anyone that
was a drunk, but I was also enamored with my
beautiful aunt.

She came back to the small living room and sat on
the couch, and patted the cushion next to her.  I
joined her on the couch.  The smell of her breath,
and the smell of her sweaty body mixed with the
aroma of the blond officer’s pussy juices all over her
was a head mix.  As she sipped her drink her robe
slipped from her crossed legs exposing her creamy
white thigh.  I had an overpowering desire to kiss her
and feel her breasts, but didn’t have the nerve to act
on my desire.

Kathy looked at my eyes, and I think she read my
emotion.  She placed her hand on the back of my
head and pulled my face close.  She kissed me on the
mouth and forced her tongue into my mouth.  All I
could taste was the whisky, but my nose was next to
her nose and it was filled with the smell of a woman’s
pussy.  The knowledge that she had just eaten that
officer’s pussy was an unbelievable turn on.

I slipped my hand inside her robe and stroked her
breast.  As I pushed the robe aside to expose her
tit, I saw the unmistakable smudge of lipstick all over
her alabaster tit, areola and nipple.  I wanted to see
the rest of her body.  I released her tit to spread
her rode open.

There were little bite marks on her torso.  Her
pussy had a thick triangle of black pubic hair between
her legs.  I envied her because my own pussy just had
a thin covering of light brown pubic hair.  I couldn’t
resist bending over and kissing and licking her pussy.

Kathy sat there sipping her whisky and stroking
my hair with her free hand.  She spread her legs to
give me full access to her cunt.  I savored the flavor
of her juices, sucked on her clitoris, tongued her
vagina, and licked my way past her perineum to her
dark asshole.  The minute my tongue touched her
anus Kathy went into a convulsive orgasm.

She picked me up and carried me into her
bedroom.  The bed was a rumpled mess, and smelled
of the body odor of that Marine.  The thought of
making love to my Aunt in the warm bed of a recent
love tress was obscenely erotic idea.

She stripped me of my clothes, and told me how
beautiful a woman I was developing into.  She sucked
on my nipples until they hurt.  She sucked my pussy
until I was screaming her praises.  She even used her
hand to grasp her tit and wipe it up and down the
valley of my pussy.  When her tit was coated with my
juices she came back up and put her nipple in my
mouth for me to suck on.  She laced our legs so that
she could rub her pussy against mine.  She told me
that was called “Tribbing.”

As soon as we recovered after an orgasm we
started all over again.  We made love all day.  When
the sun was starting to set in the Pacific Ocean, she
suggested that we shower and go to dinner.

We dawned shower caps and had a lot of fun
showering together.  We were like giddy school girls
getting ready.  She drove us down to the main drag
and mad a turn onto a side street, and parked her car
in the parking lot next to a white plastered walls with
a simple little sign proclaiming that it was the
“Oceanside Ladies Club.”

When we passed through the heavy wooden doors
with iron fixtures like an old Spanish Mission we were
in a garden filled with colorful flowers with red tile
paths that led to the entrance to a sizable
restaurant.  When we entered we were greeted by a
business like lady that welcomed us and directed us
to a small table for four.  We sat facing each other.
A waitress brought us menus.

I was feeling a little uncomfortable, because
almost every woman seemed to be looking at me.  The
dinning patio was filled with a variety of different
women: some were older, some were middle aged,
some were in there early twenties, but none were as
young as me.  Looking at them it was obvious that
more than a few were military or ex-military.  A
woman that was obviously a leader came to our table
and asked of Kathy, “Don’t you think that your guest
is a little young to be in our company?”

Kathy smiled, “Linda is my niece, and I just spent
the day verifying that she is a true daughter of
Sappho.  I brought her here to introduce her to our
sisterhood.  I would hope that you would welcome her
among us as one of us!”

The woman asked if she could join us.  Kathy
assured her that she was welcome to join us.  The
two of them ordered cocktails with their meals.
They wouldn’t allow me to drink anything stronger
than tea.  While we ate I learned that the woman was
in fact the president of the club, and her name was
Gina Domanie.  She was a retired Navy Commander
Nurse.

While we were eating and talking every woman
there stopped by to meet me.

Kathy was drinking far too much and was in no
condition to drive us home, so Gina insisted on driving
us home.  She took her car key car and gave it to one
of her employees with instructions to bring her car
to pick her up when she called.  She took Kathy’s keys
and we put Kathy in the back seat, so that Gina could
drive us to Kathy’s apartment.  We had to practically
carry her up to her apartment.  We undressed Kathy
and put her to bed then Gina and I went into the
kitchen to make coffee and talk.

Gina brewed a pot of coffee with a little
cinnamon in the basket to flavor the coffee.  We
carried our mugs to the living room couch to be more
comfortable.  She wanted to know all about me, and I
told her all about my family, Lupe, and how I had just
found out about my Aunt’s taste for women.  Gina was
very understanding and supportive.

While I was telling my story Gina was stroking my
hair and arm.  She placed her arm around my
shoulders and kissed me on the mouth when I
finished my story.  I returned her kiss, of course.
She placed her hand on my left tit and squeezed it.  I
t didn’t take long and we were both naked.

Gina told me, “It’s been a long time since my
breasts looked like yours.  They are so firm and
proud looking they don’t need a bra for support at
all.”

I was just as enamored with her large breasts.
They were heavy and sagged quite a bit.  The areolas
were stretched into an egg shape, and the nipples
pointed at her lap, just the same I loved the feel of
them.  I lifted them and sucked on her nipples
greedily.  Gina started rubbing my pussy, and I got
very wet down there.

I was just as honey for her pussy.  I don’t know if
it was her age, but her pubic hair was sparse.  She
didn’t have any more hair down there than me.  Her
vulva was much bigger than mine, but her labia minor
hung well beyond her labia major like a lot of excess
skin.  I found her vagina with my finger and
masturbated her vigorously.  When she had an
orgasm she covered my hand with her cum.  I couldn’t
resist smelling my hand and sucking on my fingers.
Gina was also masturbating me, but it took longer for
me to cum.

I knelt between her legs and used my fingers to
spread her labia minor wide open to her a good look
at her pussy.  I studied that ridge of stiff leading to
her hooded clitoris.  I saw the opening of her
urethra, and the gaping opening of her vagina.  I
could even see her cervix, below that was her
perineum leading to her anus.  The skin down there
was an almost a smoky gray color of brown.  When I
planted my mouth on her vagina, and stuck my tongue
into her vagina trying to touch her cervix with my
tongue I also stuck my finger up her asshole.  Gina
laid back and panted out her verbal satisfaction for
my efforts with a lot of nasty words.

When she stopped humping my face she pulled me
up her body and kissing me on the mouth with such
forced I thought she was going to bruise my lips
against my teeth.

She placed me on the couch with my head resting
on the arm of the couch, and placed my inside leg
over the back of the couch.  My other foot was still
resting on the floor.  My own pussy was open for her
to do as she wanted.  She crouched over my body and
ate my pussy like she was starving to death for my
honey.  I was whimpering like I was about to die, but
I had an orgasm that left he exhausted.

Gina pulled me to my feet and we returned to
Kathy’s bedroom.  She placed me between the two of
them.  Kathy turned towards me in her sleep and
wrapped her legs around my left leg, and her hand on
my left tit.  Gina wrapped her lags around my right
leg and placed her hand on my right tit.  Their heads
were resting on my arms.  By morning, my arms were
asleep, and almost useless.

Kathy was snoring in her drunkenness.  Gina and I
woke up about the same time for want of relieving
ourselves.  We did our best to disengage ourselves
from Kathy without waking her up.  We made our way
to the bathroom where we took turns peeing.  We
brushed our teeth and washed our faces before
checking n Kathy.

The lack of our body warmth must have aroused
her and she struggled to get out of bed.  She made
her way to the bathroom on shaky legs.  She peed for
a long time.  The alcohol dehydrated her, and water
wasn’t enough to quench her thirst.  She made her
way to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of whisky
and drank a stiff shot.  That seemed to quench her
thirst.

We prepared a late breakfast.  It seemed so
natural to be sitting there at the little table eating
eggs, bacon and toast in the nude.  When we were
finished we went back to bed and I was the object of
the two of their desires.

While one sat on my face the other one either
ate my pussy or fucked me with a dildo, until I was
reduced to begging them to let me rest.  I was the
happiest girl in the world at that moment.

By that afternoon we eventually bathed and got
dressed.  Gina called her employee to come and get
her.  We said out goodbyes, and Kathy took me home.

I began spending a lot of time with Kathy after
that.  I have to admit that I neglected Lupe
shamefully.  When I did take Lupe up into the hayloft
she complained that I didn’t love her anymore, and
would let me touch her.  She eventually married and
had five children.  I on the other hand became the
sweetheart of the BAM’s (Broad Assed Marines) of
Camp Pendleton.

The one dyke that stands out the most in my
memory was a Top Sergeant, named Martha Rosalina.
She was full figured woman capable of talking on
most men in a fight.  She was one of those women
that didn’t bother shaving her pubic hair at all, as a
result her underarms were so hairy that even with
her arms down there was plenty of dark hairs
showing out from under her arms nestled alongside
her amble breasts, and dark pubic hair not only
covered her crotch the hairs were all over the
insides of her thighs.  There was just something
about the smell of her underarms and crotch that
made my panties wet.

I remember the first day I met her.  Gina
Domanie the retired Navy Commander Nurse took me
on to Camp Pendleton to show me around and shop at
the base commissary.  While we were shopping we ran
into Martha.  They obviously knew each other very
well.  She introduced me to Martha, and suggested
that I might enjoy having Martha show me what the
enlisted barracks looked like.

Martha was thrilled at the opportunity to show
me around.  Gina promised to catch up with me later,
as Martha escorted me to the enlisted barracks.  The
female barracks were close to the bachelor officers
quarts.  I suspect that the location was deliberate,
because there was a worn path in the grass between
the two buildings.  I pictured the enlisted women
slipping back and forth after a tryst with an officer.

Upon entering the enlisted quarts we were in a
receptionist area, because males were not permitted
beyond that area.  There was a sizable recreation
room; with a large screen television, jukebox, and
several pool tables.  There were card tables and
plenty of couches and chairs.  I noticed that there
were plenty of women that looked like dykes in the
room doing their things in fatigues or slacks.  They
reminded me of male want-a-bees.  The second and
third floors were where the enlisted women lived.  As
Martha let me through the second floor to her
private room, we passed through the barracks.  The
women in there were not shy about parading around
the place between their cubical to the showers and
bathroom.

I drew a lot of lascivious looks, but none of them
was about to say anything to the sergeant.  She was
confident that no one was going to interrupt us.

Martha couldn’t take her eyes off of me.  She
knew very well that I wasn’t related to the
Commander, and was in all provably a lesbian.  She
offered me a drink, and poured a large shot of
bourbon into a couple of glasses.  That first sip
burned my throat.

I was sitting on her bunk, and Martha sat next to
me.  She tossed back her drink and placed her glass
on the little nightstand.  She turned to me and
started feeling me up.  My blouse came off.  She
lifted me up just enough to remove my skirt and
panties.  I kicked off my little flats, and I didn’t have
socks on, so I was totally naked.  She placed me on
the middle of her bunk before removing her uniform.

I watched intently as she removed her uniform.
She was careful to make sure that they were folded
or hung correctly.  The thing that intrigued me was
the fact that she only shaved her legs.  She sported
plenty of underarm hair, and the pubic hair on her
crotch showed out from under the legs of her panties
down the inside her thighs.  When she bent over to
remove her panties she turned her back to me, and I
observed that she had and abundant amount of hair
around her asshole.  This was defiantly a woman used
to being in charge.

She mounted the bunk as if she was about to
assault me, but she was very tender with me as she
molded my flesh with her strong hands.  The way she
kissed me was very demanding.  She captured my
tongue and sucked on it for a long time, while feeling
my small tits.  She worked her way down my body to
eat my pussy.  She licked on it, spit on my pussy
before licking my flesh.  She draped my legs over her
shoulders, and wrapped my body up into a ball, so that
she could tongue fuck my asshole.  When she
returned to licking my pussy, she stuck a finger up my
ass.  I almost fainted when I had an orgasm. Now it
was my turn to make love to her.

We had to work at it for her to roll over and pull
me on top of her on the narrow bunk.  As fascinated
as I was about her large breasts, the smell of her
hairy underarms was magnetic.  I sucked on both of
her nipples for a while, before I lifted her arm and
stuck my nose in her hair.  I licked the salty hairs
until the hairs were plastered against her flesh.  I
had been rubbing my thigh against her pubic bush
until I felt her hands pressing on my shoulders, as
her way of telling me that she wanted me to go down
on her.

As I got between her legs, I was overwhelmed by
the aroma of her cunt.  She must have been sweating
her underwear all day.  She had a swollen vulva, and
as I parted her labia I discovered that her she had a
long stiff ridge capped by her hooded clitoris by her
labia minor.  It was every bit as large as a baby boy’s
penis.  I was able to suck on it like it was a penis, with
my nose pressed between the fold of her cunt.  My
eyes were so close to her vulva bulge that I could see
every hair.  I must have looked like a bearded lady.

Martha was moaning, and ordering me to suck
harder.  She was expressing her desire to make me
her personal sex slave.  That may have been her
desire, but I had no intention of settling down with
just one woman.

When we were finished, we got dressed and she
walked me downstairs to her car.  The young ladies in
the barracks looked at me like that all wanted to get
in my pants.  I was flattered that I was so desirable
to all of these women.  Martha drove me off the base
to my Aunt’s Kathy’s apartment.

I had no desire to join the military, but I did earn
my doctoral degree in gynecology.

2 thoughts on “Linda’s Story

  1. A lot of grammar errors and the story seemed rushed. This could have been 2 or 3 parts easily exploring the time in the hay with Lupe. The sex with auntie and then the military adventures. That’s just my take but most enjoy intimate slow details. Let’s face it us girls like a Jilling experience too :-)

  2. Your story started great and I enjoyed the background toy your characters but after that it feels very rushed with little detail. You need to take your time and describe how things feel for those involved. You have a start here but please take your time and try to develope the story and the sex together.

    I don’t care for “slam, bam, thank you mam” sex anyway I like to take my time so both enjoy it. Your story line goes to fast for that to be possible. If this style of writing is what gets you off then by all means keep doing it but take into account you will lose readers from that method.

    Most of us who read these stories are looking for it to take time. We want a build up to the climax. We need forplay to turn us and bring us up to our own climax.

    I like your style and the way set things up but you rush it to much for me. I’ll be checking on your other stories as you post them but if you keep rushing like this I will have to find enjoyable stories from other authors.

    Yes there was some word use problems but as I know your not a native English speaker and they are easily ignored they do not detract from the story at all.

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