Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2014 17:38:46 -0700
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: On the Beach (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F

Warning:
Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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                  On the Beach
                       By
                      Jan

	My grandfather was a physical therapist that
worked at the Long Beach Veterans Hospital through
World War II, the Korean Conflict and the early days
of Vietnam.  He bought a little beach summer home
right on the beach of the community known as Seal
Beach.  They were small proprieties only 25 feet wide
and 75 feet deep.

	The little house was adequate for grandfather,
grandmother, and my father for years.  During the
fifties an opportunity to purchase the neighboring
property came up when the owner passed away and
the heirs had no desire to use or restore the
property, because in those days, tar leaking from the
oil field under the Long Beach Bay washed up on the
Seal Beach all of the time.  The area smell of oil and a
trip to the beach always ended with globs of tar
sticking to the feet.  They were happy to sell the old
rundown house at an attractive price.

	Grandpa bought the house and started planning
a more spacious home.  Mom and Dad had graduated
from the University of Southern California at Los
Angeles (UCLA), he was earning a Doctorate degree in
prosthetics.  Dad started a business making
prosthetics for the Veterans Administration (VA)
Hospital and a couple of other hospitals.  Grandpa had
destroyed the two houses and built a much larger
house filling the two lots.  Because the winter storms
at sea sent waves flooding the ground floors of the
sea front properties, Grandpa deliberately built the
house on top of a spacious garage and work shop.  The
walls facing the sea were made of concrete in such a
way the water would be diverted towards a storm
drain.  The second floor was the living quarters and
the third floor was reserved for sleeping quarters.
The roof was constructed so that most of the third
floor was a patio.  The family could gather on the
roof and watch the sun setting in the west, and watch
the recreational boats coming and going at the
Belmont Shores and Naples Marina.  Grandpa and
Grandma sold the house to my father when they
retired and moved into a gated assisted living
community.

	I grew up on the beach.  Over the years, the oil
had been pumped out of the bay, reducing pressure
on the oil field, the beach was much cleaner.  We still
had to put up with the high tides flooding during the
winter storms at sea.  Many of the bungalows had a
musty smell because of salt water soaking into the
carpets and wood turning to mold.  A lot of the homes
were rented out by the owners, and were only used by
them during the summer months, so they often were
not kept up.

	It was an eclectic group of inhabitants in the
community.  There were old couples that spent a lot
of time on the beach or in the taverns located on the
old Pacific Coast Highway.  There were bohemian
people, either artists or musicians.  There were some
professional families that lived in other areas and
only use the beach homes as a summer retreat.  Some
houses were closed almost year round.  They were
only occupied briefly during the summer.  That was
the community I grew up in.

	Some of the children came from working class
families that rented the homes.  The turnover of
occupancy was fast.  Some would move within months
while others would live there for a few years.  The
beach properties were small so as families grew they
had to look for larger homes. As a result, I
frequently had to make new friends.

	I was a skinny little girl with a perpetual tan,
even though I was a sun bleached blonde.  Weather
permitting I spent most of my time in two piece
bathing suits.  I never liked having to put on shoes to
go to school.

	I grew up witnessing young and old lovers
making out on the beach, both straight and gay.  As a
child I had no interest in their behavior, and paid
little attention to their conduct.  My introduction to
sex came about in the most common of ways.

	My father had an older sister in the San
Francisco area.  Her daughter, named Olivia, was five
years older than me.  Her daughter liked to come
down to our home during the summer, because of the
beach and weather.  When I was younger Olivia was
closer to my mother, but as I grew up, she and I
became closer.  When she visited, there was a guest
room that she stayed in, but we used a common
bathroom.  I witnessed her change from girl to
pubescent girl.

	I was particularly fascinated by her breast
development and the appearance of pubic hair on her
vulva.  I was 9 and she was 14 the summer she was
staying with us.  On one of those occasions when Dad
was at work, Mom was shopping and we had spent the
day on the beach, we returned to the house and went
upstairs to take a shower.  We rinsed off with an
outdoor shower to ensure what we didn't track sand
into the house.

	We headed straight to the bathroom and
removed our bathing suits in front of each other.  We
got into the spacious glassed in shower together.  We
were horsing around a little I placed my hand on her
tit.  There was a pregnant pause. I was embarrassed
and withdrew my hand quickly.

	Olivia took hold of my hand and placed it back
on her tit.  She said, "I like it when someone plays
with my tits!"

	That led to us soaping up each other's bodies.
We did pay a lot of attention to each other's pussy.
We eventually got out and dried off.  When we went
to bed she demonstrated how to masturbate.  We
graduated to masturbating each other whenever we
visited each other.  I don't remember just how old we
were the first time she demonstrated how to eat
pussy.  I do remember that I was just starting to
sprout pubic hairs on my vulva.  Of course I just had
to return the favor, besides I wanted to find out
what her pussy felt like.  I found the moist, pungent
odor very erotic.

	Olivia was the only person I had sex with,
because I was shy, and didn't know how to approach
the subject with any of my friends.  So the only time
I had sex was when Olivia and I were visiting each
other.  That didn't stop me from admiring sexy
looking teenagers and adult women.

	There are always plenty of attractive women on
the beach in front of our home during the summer.
When the winter months arrive, only the locals
continue to use the beach.  After a long rainy spell it
is common for a high pressure area to develop over
Nevada, creating a northeasterly wind called a Santa
Ana to create and offshore breeze from the desert
creating temperatures in the 80's.  During these
occasions the locals enjoy working on their tans.

	It was during one such day that I saw a local
woman I had seen on the beach for years, sun bathing
herself on a beach towel.  I approached her in hopes
that she would talk to me.  She was wearing a sexy
two piece bathing suit.  It was a dark purple, the
color of eggplants.  It was so purple that it looked
black.  I had always admired her long black hair.  I
didn't know what nationality she was, but she might
have been Mexican, because her skin was so tan.

	I asked her, "May I join you?  My name is Ashly,
and I have seen you here for several years.  I just
wanted to ask your name."

	The woman looked up with her big brown eyes,
and said, "Sure, pull up a little sand and join me.  My
name is Cookie."

	I crossed my legs as I sat down with my feet
under the opposite thigh (Indian style), I had never
heard of a woman named Cookie before.  "I have
never heard of anyone named Cookie before."

	She smiled coyly, "My father had a hard-on for
the actress Tippi Hedren.  He liked all of Alfred
Hitchcock's platinum blondes.  I could have handled
Grace because of the humorous aspect of the name.
When I was growing up Pat Benatar had a song out
call A Real Tough Cookie.  My friends gave me that
nickname."

	I found that explanation humorous.  'Why would
your friends call you a tough cookie?"

	"I had a reputation for beating the shit out of
any guy that tried to get fresh with me."

	'Why would you want to hurt guys?"

	"I'm a lesbian!"

	I had never knowingly met a lesbian before.  I
said, "I thought lesbians looked like they wanted to
be men; you know short haircuts, men's clothes and
things like that?"

	Cookie laughed, "Not all of us behave that way.
I am happy to look like the woman I am!"

	I must say that you are the most beautiful
women I've ever seen on this beach."

	"She gave me a sly smile and said, "Flattery
could get you in trouble, honey!"

	I have seen you shopping in the local grocery
store.  Sometimes you were with other women, and I
would have never guessed that you were anything but
friends."

	She didn't get upset with my naivety, "Honey,
you will find out that labels rarely tell the whole
story about anyone."

	I pointed out the three story building and said,
"I live there, my parents are both at work."

	She smiled, "That is a very nice house.  I live in
one of the old summer retreats around the corner on
7th Street.

	"I have absorbed enough sun for today.  You are
welcome to come home with me, for something to
drink."  She stood up and folded up her beach chair
and tucked it under her arm, and slung her canvas bag
over her shoulder, as she led the way to her house.
She asked me, "Have you ever had a sexual
relationship with a female?"

	I blushed at the thought of telling her about my
cousin.  "I have a cousin that is 5 years older than me.
She showed me how to masturbate when I was 9.  We
only get to see each other only 3 or 4 times a year.
She also taught me how to play with each other's
pussy and tits.  She eventually showed me how to eat
pussy, as she called it.

	She asked, "Your cousin is the only girl you have
had sex with?"

	I blushed as we approached her house, "I don't
know how to tell if a girl would be receptive to the
idea of that kind of sex."

	She opened the front door and ushered me into
her home.  It was typical of the summer homes built
during the twenties and thirties.  The front of the
house had window boxes with geraniums in them.  The
front room was small, and there was just a small
couch and a La-Z-Boy recliner with a small
entertainment center.  There was a bit of a musty
smell in the house as a result of the last time the
winter storms had breached the temporary berms
the city had made by piling up beach sand in front of
the little wall separating the residential area from
the beach.  There was a small kitchen in the back
with a small dining area, along with a small half bath.
I knew that there were two bedrooms and a full
bathroom upstairs, because I had been in most of the
homes in the area.

	Cookie led the way to the kitchen, so that she
could get a couple of soft drinks out of the fridge,
and we sat at the small dining table right out of the
fifties.  It was gray toned Formica top with stainless
steel legs and trim with four matching chairs.  The
worst thing about the plastic covered chair was that
my skin stuck to the seat.  Cookie asked a few more
questions about the girls I was attracted to, until we
finished our drinks.

	She said, "I think we should shower to make
sure we don't track sand all over the house."

	I thought it would be exciting, and wondered if
she was talking about showering together like Olivia
had done with me.  I accepted her offer and followed
her up the stairs to the bathroom.  She turned on the
water in the shower before taking off her bathing-
suit.  As soon as she was naked she leaned into the
shower and adjusted the temperature of the water.

	I was fascinated with the sight of her beautiful
body.  Her breasts stuck out proudly in front of her
body, capped with brown areolas the size of silver
dollars and big nipples.  Her belly was flat with just a
slight softness about it.  Her crotch was very erotic
to me.  It had straight black hairs clinging to her
flesh and all of it was pointing towards her pussy.  I
had never seen an adult pussy like hers.  She had a
smoky grayish looking, abundant amount of flesh
dangling beyond the opening of her pussy.  She later
told me that it was her labia minor.

	She stepped into the shower and stood under
the water spray, and held out her hand to me as an
invitation for me to join her.  I quickly removed my
bathing-suit, and joined her under the shower.  We
used soap to clean each other.  I watched the black
and brown flecks of sand being flushed down the
drain.

	I enjoyed the way she washed my budding
breasts, they were almost a B size by that time.
Each of her hands could engulf both of them, before
moving down to part my pussy and wash my crack.
She stuffed two fingers into my pussy, and
commented "Did Olivia take you virginity?"

	I told her that she had, and since then I
occasionally use a cucumber to masturbate with
before it becomes part of a salad, with a laugh.

	She even turned me around and washed the
crack of my ass.  I couldn't believe how much sand
had gotten under my bathing-suit as it trickled down
the inside of my legs.  We eventually got out of the
shower and dried off.  Cookie had used a clever
plastic turban to protect her hair.  When she
removed it, her hair cascaded down her back like
silken fibers.  I had to use a pistol hair drier to dry
my hair.  When I finished drying my hair, Cookie led
me to her bedroom.

	Her bedroom was very interesting because it
was a Narcissus' dream.  By that I mean that it had
so many mirrors.  The wall closet had mirrored doors.
The headboard was one big mirror and there was even
a mirror on the ceiling.  I assumed Cookie really like
looking at her own reflection.  She placed me on top
of her bed on my back.  When I looked up at the
ceiling I was looking at my own naked body.  It was a
little disconcerting to see my own reflection, as
Cookie mounted me.  I was looking over her shoulder
at her backside as she covered me.  She kissed me on
the mouth while pressing her body against my body.
She tongued my mouth, taking my breath away.  It
was surreal looking up at the ceiling and watching
what she was doing.  It was almost like I was over the
bed looking down on her making love to my body.  Her
black luscious hair flowed over my body while she was
sucking on my breasts.  I could feel her mouth and
tongue on them, but couldn't see what she was doing.

	When she moved on down to my crotch I could
see my naked body down to my waist.  Her hair
covered my hips like a black skirt, while she ate my
pussy.  I watched myself playing with my tits while
she ate my pussy until I felt an earth shattering
orgasm.  I wrapped my legs around her body in
response, as if I feared her getting away, or quitting
before I finished cumming.

	She lay there with her chin resting on my pubic
bone looking up at me face with a pleased look on her
face,.  I tried my best to tell her how much I had
loved what she had done to me.  When I finally got
over the afterglow, I tried to express my feeling
before physically trying to do to her what she had
done to me.  Cookie smiled at my feeble attempts to
express my feelings.

	She said, "Honey, I have only started your
education!"

	I was puzzled, because I had no idea what more
she was going to teach me.  She rolled me over onto
my tummy, face down on the bed, and grabbed me by
my hips and pulled me up onto my knees with my head
resting on my arms.  I was looking at our reflection in
the closet mirrors.  Again it was like at myself as if I
was out of body.

	Cookie was kneeling behind me and spreading my
butt with her hands.  I couldn't believe it when she
bent down and smelled my asshole.  I could feel her
breathing against my asshole, long before she licked
my ass.  I couldn't believe anyone would enjoy sticking
their tongue into another person's asshole.  Cookie
must have liked doing it, because she was making all
kinds of noises while she probed my asshole with her
tongue.  Just when I thought there was nothing
better than pussy eating I had an orgasm from being
rimmed.  My pussy was dripping, and Cookie didn't
miss it.  She licked up the juices dripping from my
cunt.

	I collapsed on the bed, breathing hard while I
recovered from my second orgasm.  I would have
thought that was going to be the end of my
education, but Cookie turned me over again.  I lay
there watching her prepare another phase of my
education.

	Cookie reached into the drawer and pulled out a
couple of objects; one was a colorful bottle with the
letters KY emblazoned on it, and the second object
was a stranger object.  There was no mistaking one
end of it.  It was a translucent red 7 0r 8 inch phallic
replica, but the other end was puzzling. The base of
the penis had a bulge the size of a marble, and the
latex rubber had a shape kind of like a fish hook, but
where a barb should have been was a bulging
nondescript shape that puzzled me.

	Cookie used the lubricant to grease up my pussy
and her own.  Then she lubricated both ends of the
dildo.  I watched carefully as she inserted that
bulbous end into her pussy.  She explained that it was
a strap-less dildo.  The replica cock stuck out in front
of her body almost like it belonged there.  She added
that the marble like bulge at the base would press
against her own clit while she was pressing the dildo
into my pussy.

	I had never put anything larger than a cucumber
into my pussy before, so the replica of a male organ
frightened me a little.

	Cookie assured me that because my hymen had
been penetrated, and I had used cucumbers to
masturbate with, my vagina would stretch to
accommodate the toy.

	I spread my legs to accommodate Cookie
settling down to fuck me missionary style.  She lined
up the replica of a circumcised male cock with the
opening of my pussy.  She slowly pressed forward and
the greasy shaft slowly entered my pussy.  To my
surprise it entered without any pain.  In fact it gave
me a thrill the way it gave me a strange electrical
charge.  She slowly started fucking me with an
increasing tempo until to my amazement, I had a
third orgasm that left my body so spent that it was
an effort to move.

	While I was still recovering, Cookie rolled me
over onto my tummy one more time.  Before I figured
out what she was doing she stuck a greasy finger up
my ass.  Then I realized what she was planning.  I
begged her not to do it, but to no avail.

	She drove that dildo into my asshole.  It felt
like she was sticking a hot iron up my ass.  I was
crying like a baby.  Cookie was whispering in my ear
that I would learn to love being fucked in the ass, and
other endearing things in my ear to comfort me. To
my amazement the pain subsided and there was an
additional thrill filling my body with yet another
orgasm.  I lay there in a pool of my own sweat ready
to die happy.

	Cookie lay on top of me with the dildo still in my
ass.  It was difficult to breathe with her weight on
top of me.  It felt like an eternity before she pulled
the dildo out of my ass and rolled over.

	We lay there hugging each other with our faces
only inches apart while we talked about our feelings.
I would have loved to do to Cookie what she had
shown me, but it was getting late.  We eventually
showered again and I put my bathing-suit back on.

	As Cookie walked me to the door I pleaded with
her to let me spend more time with her the next day.
She kissed me and assured me that I could drop by
earlier tomorrow.

	I was virtually floating as I walked home.  I
hardly noticed that my asshole was still throbbing,
forcing me to walk bowlegged.  I showered and
changed clothes before my parents got home.

	I debated about skipping school the next day,
but I didn't even know when Cookie would be home, so
I waited until after school.  As soon as I got home I
changed into something more casual.

	I selected a simple half T-shirt with a drawing
of 'Hello Kitty" stenciled on the front of the shirt, a
pair of cutoff jeans and canvas tennis shoes without
socks.  I deliberately didn't select underwear,
because I anticipated not wearing any of the items
long.  I headed directly to Cookie's home, and made
sure that I arrived at the agreed upon time.

	When I rang the bell it didn't take long before
the door opened and Cookie ushered me inside.  Her
long black tresses covered her magnificent breasts.
It was obvious that she had greeted me in the nude.
She slipped her arm around my waist as she headed
me towards the staircase.

	I stepped out of my tennis shoes, leaving them
where I stepped out of them.  Just before we
reached the staircase I pulled on the metal buttons
of my cut-offs, and with one quick jerk the five
buttons opened.  I struggled a little, to push the
tight shorts past my hips.  I stepped out of them as
we climbed the stairs.  I crossed my arms and
grabbed the bottom of the T-shirt, as I uncrossed
my arms I pulled the T-shirt over my head, and let it
fall on the floor just outside her bedroom door.

	This time when we entered her bedroom I
already knew about the mirrors, so this time I looked
around a little more.  There were framed
photographs on her chest-of-drawers, vanity and
night tables.  There were some that were obviously
family pictures of her family, mother, father and a
sister.  The rest were obviously women friends of
hers.  In their case there were head shots that
included their naked breasts.  There was a variety of
size and shape of tits, brown ones, white ones and
even a couple of black tits.  I felt a pang of jealousy
at the sight of so many women that had known her
before me.

	There were even a few pictures with Cookie
standing next to her naked lady friends, and they
would be embracing each other while exposing their
breasts and crotches.  I didn't get to ask about her
lady friends before Cookie sat on the bed.

	She pulled open the bedside drawer and
removed her strapless dildo and bottle of lubricant.
I assumed she was going to fuck me right away, but
she had me stand between her legs greased up my
pussy and both ends of the dildo.  She carefully
spread my pussy with one hand while she inserted the
hook like bulbous end into my pussy.  I felt that little
knob pressing against my clit when she moved the
large dildo around.  Cookie scooted her butt back
across the width of the bed, and sprawled out on her
back, as she motioned for me to join her.

	I understood what she wanted and moved in
between her legs, and gently inserted the dildo into
her pussy.  Once I got it in her I started fucking her
like a pro.  It was also entertaining turning my head
to the left and watching our reflection as I fucked
her.  Looking straight ahead allowed me to look at
myself in the closet doors.  It was almost like
watching a girl like me fucking the beautiful women.

	It was exciting to listen to the way Cookie was
breathing and her pleading voice as she extolled me
to fuck faster and harder.  The friction of that little
bulb on my clit brought me to two orgasms before
Cookie reached her first orgasm.  The fun and games
had only started.

	Cookie waited until I pulled the dildo out of her
pussy before she did something I didn't expect.  She
curled up in a ball and actually placed her armpits
over the backs of her knees, and placed her hands on
her butt cheeks and spread them wide.  She told me
to fuck her in the ass now.  She even stuck her index
fingers in her asshole to demonstrate how much she
could stretch.

	I remembered how it felt the first time she
fucked me, but she assured me that she was used to
anal sex.  I positioned myself right up against her
backside, and inserted the head of the dildo.  I was
immediately being entertained by Cookie's narrative.
The reflections were very erotic too.  I had another
couple of orgasms before Cookie had hers.  I was
hooked on sex, and was in love with Cookie.

	I had to clean up and get home before my
absence drew any undue attention.  Sex with Cookie
was very satisfying. I spent as much time with her as
possible.  That did not stop us from enjoying the sun
on the beach.

	One afternoon when I got home Mother
confronted me.  She asked, "Ashley, I have seen you
on the beach in the company of a very attractive
older woman.  Is there something you want to tell me
about this woman?"

	My heart pounded because I had been dreading
this day.  "I met Cookie on the beach, and we became
good friends."

	Mother asked, "Cookie?"

	"Oh, her father named her after the actress
Tippi Hedren.  She never liked the name, and her
friends gave her the nickname Cookie."

	"She looks at least as old as me.  Don't you think
she is a little old for you?" Mom asked.

	"I enjoy her company, more than any girl I
know." I said.

	Mother said, "I don't want to bum you out, but
I'm afraid that she might take advantage of you!"

	'Mother I'm not as nice as you think I am!"

	Mother looked concerned, "Are you saying that
you are already sexually active?"

	"Mother, Olivia taught me all about sex when I
was 9-years-old.  We continued having sex whenever
we had a chance to get together.  Now that she is
going to college we don't get to see each other very
often."

	Mother had a pensive look on her face, "How did
you meet Cookie??

	"One day last winter when a Santa Ana had one
of those days when the temperature was summer like,
I saw Cookie sunning on the beach.  I had seen her on
the beach for years, and had always admired her.
Even though I am very shy normally, I couldn't resist
talking to her.  We became friends right away."

	Mother looked very concerned, "It not only
bothers me that you're embracing the lesbian culture,
but dating a woman my age.  I'm not sure that we
should tell your father about this!"

	"Would you like to meet Cookie?  I'm sure you
will like her!"

	Mom sat there for a moment before she said,
"Maybe you could invite her for lunch on the patio
tomorrow."

	I was thrilled that my mother was willing to
accept my lover, so I had to hug and kiss her.  I
couldn't wait to tell Cookie.  I rushed directly over to
her house to tell her everything.  Cookie was a little
upset, because she was well aware of the fact that
my parents could have her arrested for illegal sexual
activity with a minor.  She was a little reluctant to
meet my mother, but she had no other choice.

	Mom set about preparing a nice lunch that could
be kept warm with a butane burner and the salad and
drinks cold in a stainless steel ice chest.  I even
helped prepare the rooftop patio.

	When Cookie arrived she had deliberately worn
a more conservative dress.  It was not very revealing,
but with a figure like hers, she would even make a
gunny sack look sexy.  There was a little embarrassing
moment when I introduced Cookie to my mother, but
in short order they were talking about the music that
was popular in their day.

	We made our way up the stairs to the patio on
the roof of the three story house.  The three of us
walked around the railing admiring the view of the
beach community.  Looking northwest we could watch
the boats coming and going from Belmont Shores,
farther up the coast the oil rigs made to look like
buildings on little islands dotted the bay.  In the far
distance were the Long Beach and Los Angeles
harbors, and Palos Verde.  We could also look to the
west, southwest and see Catalina Island.  From the
southwest corner we could see all the way to
Huntington Beach.  The glass topped table was set
for a service of three.

	Mother and Cookie turned out to have
graduated from UCLA within three years of each
other, and had a lot in common.  They reminisced
about some of the professors they had had.  It was
obvious that Mother liked Cookie, and Cookie felt
comfortable talking to my mother.  Eventually she
asked Cookie about herself.

	Cookie smiled, "I grew up in Bellflower and my
father worked for McDonnell Douglas, mother was a
housewife.  I had a pretty normal childhood.  I was a
majorette for the high school, and went to UCLA,
majoring in business.  I married right out of college.
We struggled to make a living for a while.  We bought
a bungalow here in Seal Beach as an investment."

	Mother asked, "Are you still married?"

	Cookie laughed, "The marriage lasted about five
years.  My husband was a surfer, and thought he
could be a pro!  Of course he wasn't good enough.
One day I came home from work early, because I was
sick, and walked in on him fucking a beach bunny.  I
got the bungalow out of the divorce."

	Mom struggled with the question that she really
wanted to ask.  "When did you know that you
preferred the company of women?"

	Cookie took hold of my mother's hand, and said
softly, "I have always preferred women's company.  I
married because I thought it was the right thing to
do.  It was after the divorce that I finally admitted
that I was a lesbian."

	Mother was uncomfortable with the word, and
she didn't know what to say.

	Cookie took charge, "I'm sure you're
uncomfortable talking about the subject.  All I can
tell you is that I would never do anything to hurt
Ashley.  This may be a phase she is going through.  In
time she may choose to marry a man and settle down
to raise a family."

	I resented her telling my mother that my desire
for her might be a phase, and that I might want to
marry a man.  I gently kicked Cookie's ankle under the
table, forgetting that the table top was glass.

	Mother said, "I don't know how I can tell her
father about all of this.  I do like you and trust you
though!  For the time being I guess we are just going
to have to keep her father from finding out what is
going on!"

	Cookie asked, "Can Ashley stay overnight with
me?"

	Mother paused, "I guess so.  I guess I can tell
her father that she is spending the night with a
friend."

	Cookie stood up took hold of my mother's
shoulders and kissed her on the cheek.  My heart
pounded when she took me by the hand. "Let us help
you clean up before we go?"

	Mother said, "Run along, I will take care of the
dishes."

	Cookie and I rushed downstairs and headed
towards her house.  We looked up and saw my mother
watching us.  We exchanged waves before we were
out of sight.

	It was thrilling to enter Cookie's house knowing
that we were going to spend the whole night making
love to each other.  We hugged and kissed each other
as soon as we closed the front door.  We left a trail
of our clothes as we headed up the stairs to her
bedroom.  When I turned to face the full length
mirror on the closet door I watched the reflection as
Cookie stood behind me, and placed her hands on my
hips as she kissed me on the neck.  I turned my head
so that I could kiss her on the mouth.  Cookie
reached under my arms to feel my breasts.  She
toyed with my nipples until they were as hard as
rocks.  Cookie slid her right hand down the front of
my body until her hand was resting on my vulva.  My
pussy had never felt as stimulated as it was at that
moment.

	Cookie stroked my pussy and slipped a finger
into my cunt to play with my clit.  Just before I was
about to cum, she pulled her finger out and lifted her
hand up to her nose.  She smelled her finger and
sucked on it.

	I watched her action in the mirror and was
almost embarrassed at the sight of her relishing the
slimy juice coating her finger.  I finally reached
behind my body, and placed my hand on her hairy
patch of pubic hair.  I slipped my middle finger into
her cunt, and masturbated her too.  When I thought
she had had enough I brought my hand back around,
so that I could smell my finger and taste her pussy
juice.

	We eventually made our way to the bed, where
we couldn't get enough of sucking each other's tits
and pussies.  It was my idea to prove to Cookie that
there was no part of her that I didn't love, to lift up
her legs and curl her body up in a ball, so that her
crotch and asshole were facing the ceiling.  I licked
her puckered brown asshole, then I spit on it before
sticking my tongue into her asshole.  I tongue fucked
her asshole until Cookie cried out, "I'M CUMMING!!!"

	We made love almost all night, until exhaustion
finally overtook us early in the morning.  We fell
asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.  It was like a
honeymoon that weekend.  We hardly got out of bed.
At one point while Cookie was making a late breakfast
for us I opted to take a shower.  When I returned to
the bedroom to put on some clothes I was
overwhelmed by the smell of our sexual odor filling
the room.  I had to open a window to allow the fresh
sea breeze to freshen up the room.  When Cookie
called for me I went downstairs to join her in the
little dining area.

	Cookie never looked more sexy than she did at
that moment.  Her long black tresses were covering
her naked breasts.  As I sat down in the wooden lawn
chair, Cookie stood beside me to fill my plate with an
omelet from the skillet, and her crotch was right
beside my face.  The aroma of her cunt was enough to
make my pussy wet.  I almost wanted to eat her pussy
more that the eggs.

	When I had to go home it was strange, Mother
didn't know how to talk to me, and I didn't know what
to say to her.  One day she was sitting at the table
while the two of us were eating and she casually
mentioned, "When I was your age I had experimented
sexually with my girlfriend.  Someday you may look
back on your relationship with Cookie with fond
memories, after you're married."

	"I said, "I don't know if I will love Cookie
forever, but I do know that I will never marry a man!"



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