Nothing but Kosher

My mother was a Holocaust survivor and settled in up state New York. I learned that during the war she fought with the Czechoslovakian underground. She feared the Russians and fled to America shortly after the end of the war. Where she married a man that deserted her shortly after they had my three younger brothers and me. I was born in 1948. I became like another mother for my younger brothers because I was older. My mother did her best to protect us from unpleasantness. I grew up a rather naive young girl.

We lived in Upstate New York, about an hour and a half from New York City, not that I was there that much. At sixteen my mother was just starting to let me date boys but only if she knew the family and knew them to be a respectable Jewish family. Even then it was under strict rules of conduct and if they ever wanted to take me out again they had to have me home before the curfew time limit.

My mother was a heavy smoker. She liked Winston filtered tips. She went through two or three packs a day. Because she smoked so much the house and our clothes smelled of tobacco all the time. I don't think she even noticed that I started smoking her cigarettes when I was about 12-years old.

In 1964 I was sixteen and one time I had been invited to a party by three friends at one of their friend's home in one of the borrows of New York City. I met a girl there named Barbara that was from Queens. She seemed to be so mature to me. She was only a year and a half older than me. We chatted about music and she informed me that she had tickets to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra and assured me that if I wanted to go to a performance that I could spend the night at her parent's homes in Queens. I was thrilled at the prospect of sitting in a theater listing to the Philharmonic live.

My mother was not happy about me riding the subway into the city without adult supervision but relented under my deluge of begging and allowed me to go. I called Barbara to take her up one the evening of music. I told her I would be on the subway after Synagogue Saturday. I packed an overnight bag with new pajamas and the makeup I felt I would need. I dressed up in a suit I thought would be appropriate for work thinking that would be right for an early evening at the Philharmonic. After Synagogue I was on the train into town where I changed to the subway to Queens.

When I got off the subway I was a little confused at first. Then I saw Barbara and realized that she saw me first and was approaching me. She brought me a carton of cigarettes and took me to a pizza parlor for dinner. She would not let me pay for anything. I'm sure I talked too much in my excitement. I just felt so uncomfortable when there was a lull in the conversation.

We went to her parent's home and I left my bag in the bathroom next to Barbara's bedroom. Barbara told me her parents were at their normal weekend of card game with friends. Her sister was away at nursing school. We headed for the subway into town right way.

I was thrilled at the music and felt so grown up sitting next to a girl I thought was so sophisticated. I was floating on air on the way back to her home.

It was late and Barbara said I could sleep in her sister's bed next to hers. She moved her sister's twin bed next to hers. She remade the bed as if it was a king-size bed.

I went into the bathroom peed, removed my makeup and brushed my teeth. After that I put on my pajamas and entered the bedroom.

Barbara was just finishing making the bed when I entered. I sat on her sister's bed while Barbara removed her clothes. There was nothing shy or modest about this girl. I was intrigued and embarrassed watching her undress. She stood by her side of the bed and took her time undressing.

She was of average height and a little plump for a girl, with very blonde hair that fell down to the middle of her back. Her clear blue eyes sparkled mischievously. As she removed her clothes she turned around so that I could see all of her body. Her had a very ruddy complexion. She must have had a lot of freckles as a child. She had large breasts, at lest 36-D, with small pink ovals for areolas and her nipples were the size of small green grapes. I could not help looking at her midsection. I was blushing as I checked out her pubis. It was shaved into a narrow light brown strip above the vagina. I was naive enough to think it was something natural for her. She had a half-inch scar on the right side of her body on the lower tummy. I guessed it was an appendix scar. When she turned her back to me and showed me her rump was firm and round. The legs were round. To my surprise she just turned and lifted the blanket and lay on the bed as she turned out the bedside lamp.

I was uncomfortable being so close to someone naked. I turned my back to her and tried to go to sleep. That was hard for me because I am not use to sleeping in strange beds. The feel of the sheets and blankets were strange The smell was strange to me. Then I felt Barbara's hand slide under my arm and brush my nipple as her hand cupped my breast. I froze!

I felt her body press against my back and her hand slipped inside the top of my pajama top and griped the other breast. She was frightening me at the same time I was thrilled at what she was doing. She rolled me onto my back and placed one leg over the top of the near leg. Then she used the hand to unbutton the four buttons on the top of my pajamas. She pulled the material back to expose both of my breasts. She leaned over and took my near side nipple into her mouth. I was torn between the thrill of her warm wet mouth and tongue on my nipple and the guilt of knowing what she was doing was wrong. I was enjoying the attention she was giving my nipples as she switched from one to the other.

I was just getting used to the feeling when I felt her hands tugging on the waistband of my pajama bottoms. She let go of my nipples long enough to pull my bottoms down my thighs. She lifted one leg and freed it of the PJ's. In doing this she was turned sideways to my body and the covers were pushed down to my lower left leg. I was totally exposed to the cool night air. She ran her fingers through my sandy blonde pubic hair. It was moist from the juices leaking from my vagina.

To my surprise she put her hands under my thighs as she moved her head between my legs. Her head was pointed towards my feet and she rubbed her nose through the fine hairs and into the crack. She followed her nose with her tongue. She found that little pea sized nub of flesh under the hood in the crack and she whipped it around with her tongue until I could not hold my hips still. I thought what she was doing was dirty but I was causing me more thrills than I had ever had.

As I was fighting with my feelings she turned her body around and straddled my head. I was looking up at her vagina by the moonlight streaming in through the window. She lowered her hips down until my mouth was touching her cunt. I smelled it as it was being pressed to my face. I felt impelled to taste it, so I stuck out my tongue and ran my tongue from that thin strip of close cut hair down the valley. I felt that stiff ridge of skin that formed her clitoris covered by the hood of flesh that formed the top of her labia. The taste reminded me of what it was like to lick the blade of a carving knife and a little salty. It was not unpleasant and I found that I was matching Barbara's actions in my cunt with her tongue. When she would swipe her tongue the length of the valley I did the same to her. When she sucked the flesh into her mouth I did the same to her. I climaxed in her mouth for my first sexual release in my life. While I was trying to catch my breath Barbara had her climax and almost smothered me as she pressed her hips tightly against my mouth.

When she dismounted and turned around she gathered me into her arm and fed me her large breast as I lay there shaking in my afterglow and shame. She fell asleep with her tit in my mouth. I was still wide-awake and unable to sleep. Every move she made sent chills through my body. Early in the morning she untangled her arm from my body and turned her back to me.

I gently crawled out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom and started crying quietly. I got dressed and slipped out of the bedroom and out of the house. I almost ran to the subway station and was wiping my eyes constantly on the train home. I was home before 8:30 am. I went right to my bedroom and stripped off all my clothes and took a shower. It was, as if I scrubbed my skin hard enough I would forget the feeling of Barbara's hands and mouth on my body.

Mom heard me come in and the shower running for a long time she came to the bathroom door and asked if there was a something wrong. I told her I was OK but without conviction. When I got dressed and went into the kitchen where Mom was making breakfast I must have looked like I was tired because I had not slept. She kept asking me what was wrong.

As I was eating my eggs I broke down crying and told her everything that happened except that I had sucked her tits and pussy and actually liked it. Mom told me that it was not my fault and the feeling would pass.

Mom called Barbara's father and told him what his daughter had done and told him she needs help because she is sick. That was the end of my sexual education for years.

I was reluctant to start up new friendships with anyone after that. I finished high school and went on to Ithaca State University to get a degree in literature.

One of my old friends from high school insisted that I go on a blind date with her. That was how I met my husband. We married within a year of our first date. Me was a journeyman electrician and plumber. Our first child was a girl and we had three boys after that. We moved from New York to Ventura California in 1978. The kids grew up and left home. All but one, the youngest one still lives at home. My husband and I developed a comfortable relationship.

In the summer of 1998 I met Ruth-Marie. She brought a disruptive cord to my life. We met when I was hired to do some proof reading for her company. We had to go over the material I was reading for a few days. We would take breaks to have coffee breaks at an Ocean front cafe.

For some reason I was attracted to her. A friendship developed between us. We talked about a wide variety of subjects. Eventually the subject of sex came up and she asked me if I had ever had a relationship with a woman.

I don't know why I told her about Barbara but I did. She pressed me for details and I told her everything. On the way back to the office to continue working in her little Honda Accord she admitted that she was a lesbian. I was mulling that over in my mind and hardly noticed that we were parked in the company parking lot next to the building. She stopped the car and set the brake unbuckled her seatbelt. I was just sitting there thinking.

Ruth leaned over and kissed my mouth. That woke me up. I didn't know what to say or do. She simply released the catch on my seatbelt and turned to open her car door. I was startled into action. I opened my door and got out. We walked up to the second floor to her office to resume work. The interior office wall was glass so anyone walking down the hall could see into her office. The outer wall was a window facing the harbor for a pleasant view while working on the computer.

It was useless to try and work all I could think about was her revelation to me. I found this middle-aged woman with fine sandy blonde hair graying at the temple as it flowed over her shoulder very sexy. She was a round full figured woman. The large breasted type of woman that spoke of northern European ancestry possibly Dutch, Belgian or German.

She understood my distraction and asked me if I would rather call it a day. We gathered up our things and headed for the door. She asked me if I wanted to talk about my feelings. I felt confused about me feelings and did want to talk about them.

Ruth suggested that I leave my car on the lot and ride with her. We headed northeast in a quiet reflective mood for a while. When she turned onto a quiet tree lined road that smelled of oranges I realized we were headed for a sprawling ranch house among the trees. She parked the car in the driveway and she opened the double door that led into a spacious room with a clear view out the long French doors to a manicured back yard. She led me to the couch and offered me a drink. I sat down while she went to a wet bar and made a couple of drinks for us. When she returned to the couch she handed me one of the drinks as she sat next to me.

The first sip of the drink burned my throat as I swallowed the sweet drink. It left a warm glow in my stomach. I was only mildly surprised when Ruth asked me if I would like to feel the touch of a woman again.

I was forming a response in my mind when she leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. Ruth sat her glass on the coffee table in front of us. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and drew me to her. This time when she kissed me I opened my mouth and her tongue entered my mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel the throb in my neck as blood rushed to my brain. I knew I should end this right now, but my pussy gave me away. I could feel the wetness between my legs and the throb of my nipples.

Ruth reached for the swell of my breast and pressed the palm of her hand firmly against the left breast and felt my heart beat. I surrendered to the feeling and my desires. I returned the kiss.

My desire made me insert my tongue into her mouth where I could taste her drink on her tongue. I reached for her ample breast and felt the softness. Ruth wasted no time helping me get out of my clothes. The floor became a cluttered mess of my clothes. By the time I was nude to the waist I was franticly undressing Ruth too. We had to stand long enough to pull our skirts and underpants down.

When we sat down on the couch again Ruth placed her off side leg over the top of my legs as she sat on my lap and kissed me again. When she drew her legs together she slid between my legs and slowly slipped to the carpeted floor. She lavished kisses on my breasts she covered them with wet sucking love bites on her way to my pussy. This woman was no child, she knew how to make my body sing. She did things to me I never thought possible. She pulled my hips to the edge of the couch and as she probed my cunt with her tongue she probed my anus with her fingers. She gave me a bath with her tongue that cleaned my crotch from the beginning of the crack of my ass to the hair above my cunt. When I climaxed Ruth licked up every drop of juice my body secreted. When I clamped my legs around her body she stood up lifting me off the couch until I let go.

Ruth helped me to my feet and led me to her bedroom where she assumed a reclining position in preparation for me returning her sexual administrations. I found her perfume and body odor intoxicating. I lavished kisses on her large breasts until she was humming in my ears.

I slid down her body until I was between her legs and she spread them widely for me. This time I took my time and inspected her vagina very closely. She only had a thin covering of light blonde hair. Her flesh was visible clearly through the hair. Her labia protruded from her opening of her cunt. The hood covering her clitoris was visible. When I pulled the skin back I saw that her clitoris was at least twice as big as mine was. I opened my mouth and gathered the clit into my mouth and sucked on it. I actually couldn't get enough of the smell and taste of her crotch. I actually wanted to lick her like she had done me. I used me hands to turn her over and place her on her hands and knees so that I could lick her from behind. When I moved up from her clit to her cunt I used my finger to play with her clitoris. When I moved my mouth up to her asshole my fingers entered her cunt. When Ruth climaxed she spread her legs and slowly lay down on her tummy.

The relationship lasted for several weeks but Ruth wanted a bigger commitment from me. She wanted me to take trips to Los Vegas for weekends of sex, evening out at the movies or trips to Las Angles for entertainment. It just became to demanding trying to keep our relationship from everyone. I finally had to tell her I didn't want to end my marriage for the love of a woman. She wanted me to keep seeing her but I just felt that was not going to work.

I'm reduced to visiting Hollywood and picking up a strange woman in a bar when I get so horny that I need to taste a woman's body now.