Adult Friends, oral F/F
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Dear Olga
By
Jan
I was feeling horny as hell the other night and made a call to Slightly Older Lesbians (SOL) to hook up with an older woman's horny like me. In the past, I would have gone to Novak's R Bar or Lilly's Music & Social House but women in the St. Louis, Mo. area don't hang out in nightclubs much anymore. They seem to hook up with one woman and become homebodies now.
I had recently had a falling out with my girlfriend, so I was looking for a date with an older woman that I could make friends with. I saw her picture and like what I saw. She looked to be in her fifties with short shaggy cropped red hair. Her face was full and from what I could see she had huge breasts. I clicked on her and introduced myself to her.
I have no illusions about myself. I am a thirty- eight-year-old secretary for a law firm. I can only describe my face is a narrow mousy looking face with horn-rimmed glasses. My brown hair is parted in the middle and cut short of my shoulders and pulled behind my ears. I hand a slender figure with sagging little breasts and only five-feet-one-inch tall.
Olga looked like the kind of woman that likes to be in charge, and I was in the mood to be dominated. She seemed to like what she saw in me, so we agreed to meet for dinner at a restaurant that we felt comfortable at.
I arrived early and asked for a table for two because I was expecting a friend. The owner asked me the name of my guest and I told her Olga. She sat us at a secluded table where the two of us could chat comfortably.
There was no mistaking Olga when she entered. She was at least five-feet-eleven with that brick red hair pulled behind her ears. Her breast had to be at least a 42-G size. She was wearing a white short sleeve blouse untucked that hung from her breasts hiding her waistline. Below the blouse was a black skirt that looked shorter in back because her butt was bulbous. She was wearing nylons with T-strap black shoes with two-inch-thick heels. She sat her purse on the table and shook my hand before she sat down facing me with her back to the room.
I studied her face she had a wide noes and her noes and face were pitted from acne scars probably dating back to teenage years. She turned out to have a pleasant sense of humor. She was unguardedly open and frank about her life. She owned a bakery known for her sweet pastries.
She told me that as a child, other children teased her unmercifully. She had to learn to deflect the barbs with self-effacing jokes. She had been singularly unpopular growing up. She was never invited to parties or dances. She described the events of her first sexual encounter was when an older woman.
I was walking home from high school by myself and a car pulled over to the curb alongside me and asked me if I needed a lift home. I got a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and an itch between m legs. I knew that I shouldn't get in the car but I wanted to find out what she wanted with me.
I got into her car and she asked where I was headed. I told her I was going home and told her where I lived. She put the car in gear and pulled back onto the road. She told me that she would like my company for the afternoon if I didn't mind the company of an old woman. I assured her that I would be happy to spend the afternoon with her. She placed her hand on my left thigh and squeezed it. I got a strong tingle between my legs. Her hand continued working its way up my thigh dragging my cotton dress up along with it. By the rime, her hand reached the crotch of my panties they were slimy because of the fluid leaking from my vagina.
She made a left turn instead of a right. She took me to an old house that looked like a hundred years old or more. She told me that it was a queen Ann Cottage and her parents had restored it. They had even found a period correct stove and converted it from coal oil to natural gas. She proudly showed me her home. I thought it looked too old fashioned for my taste but it suited her. She insisted on making me tea.
She escorted me into the parlor to have our tea in the Duncan Phyfe loveseat. She poured the tea from a china pot. She asked me my name and about my family. When I asked her why she had invited me to have tea with her, she told me that she had always been attracted to full-figured natural smelling girls.
I had never heard the term chubby chaser before.
When we finished our tea, she sat our cups and saucers on the little tea table in front of us and turned her attention to me. She even politely asked me if she could kiss me.
When I agreed she took me in her arms and kissed me. She pried my mouth open with her tongue and swabbed inside my mouth. As a lonely fifteen- year-old, I was already a 38-f. She placed her hands on my breasts and massage them lovingly. She even pulled them over the top of my dress and my support bra helped hold them up as she sucking on my nipples.
I would have been happy to spend the rest of my life with her attached to my tits, but she had other ideas.
She knelt between my thick thighs and struggled to pull my baggy panties out from under my butt. She pulled them down my legs and free of my shoes. The way she looked at my pussy you would have thought she was looking at the best rum cake in history. She inhaled the aroma of my cunt like it was priceless perfume. I was well aware that the friction of my inner thighs had created a permanent red discoloration in a half-round scar. My vagina was buried between the fat folds of my mound of Venus and my labia major. It was humid and moist as she pressed her face against my cunt.
Listening to her story was making me so fucking horny.
I told her, "Olga you are making me so horny that I am about ready to get under this table and eat your pussy right now!"
Olga chuckled and I added, "We better get out of here before we create a scene right here by going down on you under the table."
"We can't have that happen we better find someplace more private."
Olga asked, "How did you get here?"
"I came by way of the city bus."
"good I brought my car, so you can come home with me."
We paid the check and left the tip. She handed the valet the ticket for them to bring the car up to the portico and the valets opened both doors for us. Olga drove us to her home located in an old part of town that had undergone a resurgence.
I recognized the home from her description of the home of the woman that had seduced her. She told me that the woman had willed it to her. When we entered the front of the house, I recognized the love seat and tea table from her description. Olga placed her purse and keys on the credenza by the front door. Then she asked me if I would like tea.
When I accepted her offer, she told me to make myself comfortable and pointed to the love seat. She opened the old-fashioned pocket door and closed it behind her. While she was gone, I studied her parlor.
Olga had kept her parent's wonderful carved furniture but had updated it with modern textiles. The Tiffany lamps filled the room with whimsical play with color patterns on the walls. The centerpiece of the room was a cabinet that would have held a 1920's RCA Victrola. I couldn't resist getting up crossing the room to open the cabinet doors to check it out. There was an LCD television with a blue-ray DVD player and a pullout turntable that plays records. Records had been replaced by CDs, but records had become back into fashion.
I checked the room for where she stored her DVD's and records. There was another beautiful round cabinet that the round door opened to reveal a lazy Susan with records and DVDs. I was just kneeling to check out her collection when Olga returned with a tray with teapot and cups and saucers, accompanied by condiments.
She set the tray on the tea table and said, "Go ahead and select anything you like to play."
I selected a record that was an instrumental that would not interfere with our conversation. The room was filled with surround sound from hidden speakers.
Olga poured the tea and allowed me to choose sugar and or cream. I just added a teaspoon of sugar. While we sipped our tea, she inquired about my past.
I told her about my childhood. I confessed that I grew up well aware that I was not going to win any beauty contests. I was a shy girl and didn't like to draw attention to myself. I told her that I was spending the summer on the farm of one of my aunts when I had my first period. I asked my aunt if I could borrow a sanitary pad. My aunt was surprised that I wasn't upset. I simply told her that Mom and my middle school teacher had prepared me for the onset of puberty. She retrieved a pad from her bathroom and brought it to my room.
Of course, her pad was too big for me. She went to the store and bought me a box that was the appropriate size for me and a built to hold it in place. She also bought a pantie limner in case my flow was heavy enough to soak through the pad. She insisted on demonstrating how to put it on.
While my aunt was attaching the pad to the belt and putting it on me, she stuck her finger into my vagina. She managed to stimulate my clit with her thumb until I became sexually aroused. I began to shuffle around uncomfortably but with her finger, in my pussy, I couldn't move very much. I had my first orgasm with her hand stimulating me. I almost lost my balance and she had to catch me.
I was glassy-eyed as she removed her hand from my crotch. I saw traces of blood ringing the base of her index finger and blood streaks running up her finger. My aunt stuck the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. Her action was disturbingly erotic.
My first discharge only lasted a few days. My aunt insisted on changing my pad and checking it a couple of times a day. She also washed my crotch daily. The second day my pad was dry she removed the pad and my panties. She lay me on her bed and proceeded to suck my pussy until I had four orgasms.
When she was finished eating my pussy, she removed her clothes and had me suck on her tits. While I was sucking on a nipple, she took hold of my wrist and placed my hand on her hairy pussy. I started masturbating her and the longer I continued playing with her pussy the more I got into the smell of her cunt and feel of her slimy flesh on my hand. When she started having an orgasm, she threw back her head grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand deep into her pussy and let out a gravelly exclamation, "I'm cumming!"
When she released my wrist, I withdrew my hand and looked at the slimy mucus all over my hand. I couldn't resist smelling my hand and licking my fingers. I didn't find the smell objectionable. I started sucking my fingers and hand while I rubbed my own pussy. The rest of my stay with my aunt was filled with nothing but sex. I was an accomplished oralist and was rimming her ass and fucking her with a variety of dildos. She even took my virginity with her strap-on dildo.
When I returned home, I sought out another girl that was unpopular and befriended her. I have been fucking women ever since. I eventually fell in love with a young woman.
We became homebodies for several years. Then she got in touch with an old high school girlfriend and renewed their relationship. She returned to her hometown to live with her. I have been out of circulation long enough to not have anyone to get me in touch with other women. I have been so fucking horny I have been masturbating with dildos so much that my vagina lining is raw.
Olga chuckled, "Let me clear way the dishes before I see what I can do to help you."
She returned the cups and saucers to the tray and took them to the kitchen. When she returned to the parlor, she stood in front of me as I sat on the love seat and proceeded to remove her clothes.
She unbuttoned the white blouse and removed it. I was overwhelmed by the sight of that monstrous bra. It was a white reinforced bra with shoulder straps a half-inch wide that still sank deep into her shoulders because of her heavy breasts. Olga reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. As she pulled the cups away from her breasts each one of her breasts looked like big flesh-colored watermelons. While I admired her tits, Olga proceeded to unfasten the black skirt.
After turning the skirt around to put the opening in front as she unbuttoned the flap and pulled the zipper down. It was still a struggle to pull the short skirt down over her large behind. Doing so revealed fact that she was wearing pantyhose over her large granny panties that were stretched over her behind and still looked like a bikini compared to the area it had to cover. The next thing she did was remove her practical shoes with the two-inch-wide heels before she stood up and proceeded to peel the pantyhose down.
I was sitting on the edge of the couch, close enough to smell the pungent odor of her pussy as she started peeling them down. As she stepped out of the hose ad panties, I got a good look at her pussy.
There is something about plus-sized women that there is never enough pubic hair to cover all of that flesh. The fleshy folds of flesh were surpassed by the grayish folds of her labia minor protruding beyond the opening. She was standing there in front of me with only three strands of pearls around her neck. To me, her body was so erotic my mouth was watering. Seeing her naked body inspired me to remove my own clothes.
I was wearing my best dress in an effort to impress Olga. It was my one and only black cocktail dress it was a modest dress that didn't expose my cleavage. Even with three-inch heels, the top of my head barely reached Olga's breasts. I had to stand up to unzip the back of my dress.
In an effort to expedite the removal of my dress Olga helped me pull the dress over my head. I am almost embarrassed to remove my little padded bra because my breasts look like a couple of empty purses. I was also wearing pantyhose over my delicate black lace panties. As I pulled both of them down to my thighs I sat down and lifted each leg in turn to remove my shoes, nylons, and panties. I had taken great care to shave my underarms, legs, and crotch very close for the occasion.
Olga knelt before me like a suitor proposing marriage but she was more interested in sticking her face between my legs and licking my pussy. She reached up with both hands and took hold of my small tits and massaged them vigorously. I wrapped my legs around her neck trapping her head against my pussy. The things she did with her mouth and tongue were driving me crazy. There came a point that I closed my eyes and blacked out for a moment. When I opened my eyes, my body reacted. My legs were spasming uncontrollably. When my body relaxed, I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I was so relaxed I could hardly move.
Olga sat back on her heels with her hands resting on my thighs and looked up at me with a satisfied smile on her face. I made myself sit up and I took her face in my hands and kissed her on the mouth. I pulled her to her feet and sat her on the love seat next to me. We just hugged for the longest time before I started making love to her big body.
A body like hers has plenty to love. Each of her breasts was as big as watermelons but as soft as down pillows. I could mold the flesh around my head while I sucked on her nipple. I wrapped my legs around her thigh and humped her legs. After sucking on both tits until Olga was pleading for me to suck her pussy.
I slid down her body and had to ask about the surgical scar running down the middle of her belly.
She told me that ten years ago she had a kidney removed. I traced the scar down her body with my tongue. The closer I got to her pussy the stronger the smell got. I buried my fist in the fold of her puffy labia. I brushed her pubic hairs apart s I knelt between her warm thighs and started licking her pussy. It was all very exciting. Eating her pussy was not enough to get her off.
I started finger fucking her but I kept adding fingers until I stuffed my fist into her vagina and fist fucked her until she had an orgasm that sent her into a state of bliss like mine had been.
We rested and made love to each other into the early morning hours. By the end of the weekend, we were in love and agreed to live together.
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