Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2015 21:40:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beach Town Girl (Lesbian/Incest, oral, anal, g/F, g/ggFF

Warning:

Incest, oral, anal, g/F, g/ggFF

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
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                  Beach town Girl
                        By
                       Jan

      My mother named me after my maternal
grandmother Connie.  We lived in a small beach town
on the old Highway 101.  When the Interstate 5 was
built it had been the only way between Los Angeles
and San Diego.  When the freeway was built the small
beach towns were bypassed.  My father worked for a
bank in San Diego, and we lived in a little town called
Encinitas.  My mother was a simple stay at home
housewife.  We lived in a modest two bedroom house
on top of a hill with twenty avocado trees on the
slope behind our house.  I enjoyed a carefree
childhood most girls would love.  I grew up with the
almost same children all the way through school.

      My two closeted friends were Clara and Lupe.
Clara was a skinny brunette that was rather shy.
Lupe was a very pretty Mexican, with two brother
and two sisters.

      We were innocent girls together.  I had no idea
that any of us had any sexual desires until I met my
new neighbor Velma.  When I wasn't at school I was
at Moonlight Beach, at least until I was 10-years-old.

      That was when my father got caught in bed with
another man's wife.  That changed everything for
mother and me.  We lost the house after the divorce,
and we had to move into cheaper accommodations in
Leucadia.

      It had been a classy motel in its heyday.  Before
World War II there had been a string of motels
where people stayed while staying for the racing
season at Del Mar, so they had kitchenettes, small
family rooms, two bedrooms, and nice bathrooms.
There were ten units in the one we lived in.  There
was a ten foot statue of the "Statue of Liberty" at
the entrance.  Most of the people living there were
retires.

	Mother had to find a job.  She was only a high
school graduate, so her employment opportunities
were limited.  The divorce was the gossip town, so the
local grocer gave her a job as his store clerk.  It was
a struggle making ends meet, but she was allowed to
bring home items that were beyond their shelf life,
so we ate well.

       Mother was still a young and attractive woman,
so she soon was dating again, so there was the
problem of finding someone to look after me.

      There was a widow living a couple of doors from
us that was willing to look after me.  She was in her
sixties, but still had blonde hair even though it was
graying at the temples.  She had a pretty good figure,
even though she didn't have much of a waistline
anymore.  That was Velma.

      We quickly became friends.  She was happy to
accompany me to the beach and keep an eye on me.
Things changed after a few months.  It started one
day after we had spent the day at the beach.  Mother
came home just long enough to shower and change
cloths before for a date.

      Velma and I and I had spent the day at the beach
and I was still in my bathing suit.  I had been in most
of the day.  The crotch had enough sand in it that by
evening my crotch was raw.  Velma took me to her
apartment to give me a bath.  She had an old cast
iron tub in her bathroom, so she hovered over me to
wash my crotch very carefully.  My skin was so tender
that even the warm soapy water made my raw flesh
sting.  She washed my crotch with her bare hand.
She even probed the depths of my vagina.  When she
had me stand up to dry me off, she applied a soothing
lotion to my crotch.  She stimulated that little nub at
the top of my vagina until I felt something I had
never felt before.  My vagina was getting moist and
slippery when she probed my vagina with her fingers.

      She suggested that it would feel better if I
didn't put anything on, and let the air dry my crotch.
We sat on her couch watching TV that evening.  She
rested her arm around my body.  She rested her
other hand on my crotch, and continued stroking that
little nub she called my clitoris, with a soothing lotion.
It felt very good the way she was playing with me.
Nothing more happened that evening.  When she put
me to bed on the couch, and retired to her bedroom I
had a lot to think about.  I couldn't go to sleep right
away.  All I could think about was the strange
feelings Velma induced in me.

      Nothing was said in the morning when I got up and
returned home to change clothes before going to
school.  It was a normal boring day at school, on the
walk home afterwards I thought about how to bring
up the subject of what she had done yesterday.  As
usual I went straight home and changed clothes
before going to Velma's place.

      Velma answered the door dressed just as she
always was, and she greeted me just as she always
did, and had fresh tollhouse cookies made for me.
We sat at her little two person table while I ate a
hand full of cookies and drank a glass of cold milk.
She had coffee with her cookies.

      She asked me if my crotch was still sore, and I
told her that it still stung a little.  She told me to go
sit on her couch while she retrieved that same bottle
of lotion from her bathroom.  When she returned she
sat next to me, and asked me to remove my panties.
I managed to pull them out from under my butt
without standing up.  When I sat back down I pulled
my skirt up to expose my crotch.

      In truth my flesh was not smart anymore.  Velma
didn't question the condition of my thighs and crotch
as she started pouring lotion onto her right hand.
She sat the bottle on the end table, before rubbing
her hands together, and placed her warm hand on my
crotch.  She started stroking my flesh gently.
Before long her finger sought out my little nub again,
and it soon had me breathing rapidly.

      Velma asked, "Do you like that way that feels?"

      "GAWD...YES!!!!" I whispered more urgently than
I intended, because I knew I wasn't supposed to let
anyone touch me down there, but it felt so damned
good.

      Velma assured me that everyone enjoys being
rubbed like that.  I know your family tells you not to
let anyone touch you down there, because young girls
can get addicted to that sort of thing if there not
careful.  I learned to enjoy having mine rubbed when
I was your age.

      I had never thought about older woman being
sexual before.  I felt foolish about not realizing age
has nothing to do with sexual desire.  I asked,
"Should I make you feel good too?"

       In response to the question Velma lifted the hem
of her dress.  I hadn't expected to see her naked
crotch covered with slightly darker pubic hair.  Of
course I knew that adult women had pubic hair, but I
had never pictured what Velma's pussy look like in my
mind.  I just couldn't picture her with hair down
there.

      Velma took hold of my wrist and placed my hand
on her vulva.  The hair felt baby fine under my hand.
My finger found her rubbery labia minor and parted
it to find her clitoris was covered with milky
moisture.  She was still rubbing my clit, so I matched
everything she was doing to me.  We were both
breathing hard, but I had never had an orgasm
before, so I never reached an orgasm that time,
Velma eventually went into a quivering orgasm.  It
frightened me because I thought I had hurt her.  I
had no idea what an orgasm was.

      Velma slowly recovered her composure.  I was
trying to apologize for hurting her, but she hugged
me and kissed me on the mouth.  She told me that I
had given her one of the best orgasms ever.  She
could tell I didn't understand what she was saying, so
she very carefully explained to me about how women
felt when they have orgasms, and assured me that
soon she would be able to make me cum.

      Velma and I enjoyed masturbating each other for
several weeks.  Then Velma told me that she needed
for me to suck on her breasts while we masturbated
each other.  I found it very exciting to feel her soft
tits and suck on them.  It was very erotic to smell the
aroma of her pussy while I masturbated her.  It was
only a matter of time before she placed her hand on
the back of my neck and pulled my head down to taste
her pussy.

      When I swallowed her juices it made my throat
feel raw, but I didn't stop until she had an orgasm.
Velma also went down on me and ate my pussy for a
long time.  For the first time in my life I had an
orgasm.  It felt like every muscle in my body started
contracting independently.  I lost my breath, and
when I closed my eyes saw red.  At some point I
blacked out for a moment.  When I woke up Velma
was stroking my body and kissing me gently.  I
wrapped my arms around her neck, and kissed her on
the mouth as passionately as I knew how.

      Spending the night with Velma was a continuous
sexual education.  At that point I had no idea that my
friends were just as horny as me.

      Clara and I had sleep-overs for years, but we had
never done anything more that hug each other while
in bed with each other until one night after Velma
had introduced me to eating pussy.  I had cleared the
sleep-over with my mother, and gone home with Clara
after school.  We compared clothes, and listened to
music until bedtime.  It felt strange in bed with her
for the first time after my discovery of sex.  We
were in our nightgowns as usual, but when we hugged
and kissed each other on the cheek I actually smelled
her pussy.

      I may have smelled it before, but until I had
actually tasted a pussy it hadn't registered what I
had smelled.

      This night when I smelled her pussy I kissed her
on the mouth, and tuck my tongue into her mouth.
She responded with a moan, and stuck her tongue into
my mouth too.  I reached down and found her
nightgown was up around mid-thigh.  I pulled her gown
up around her waist, and started feeling her pussy.
Clara spread her legs for me and simply said, "Please."
I started finger fucking her, and went under the
covers to claim her pussy with my mouth.  She
stroked my hair while I ate her pussy, until she had
an orgasm.

      When I came out from under the covers, she
kissed me, and went under the covers to go down on
me.  After I came, she came up and we kissed again.
I asked her how had taught her how to make love, and
she told me an older cousin had taught her a couple
of years ago.  She wanted to know who had taught
me.  I told her all; about my babysitter.

      We even discussed the possibility of her meeting
Velma that night.

      Visiting Lupe had also been fun, because she lived
out in the country in a little farm house next to the
gladiola flower fields.  I loved her mother's Mexican
cooking.  The two brothers slept in one room and the
three girls slept in another.  Sleeping with her was
more inhibiting because of her sisters in the same
room.  The first time I had sex with her was when
she spent the night at my place.

      While we were in my bed I kissed her.  I had
always thought she was the sexiest of the girls I
knew.  She had developed a sexy figure earlier than
any girl in our class.  He brown skin was flawless.  Her
eyes were so brown they looked black, and her long
black hair shinned like a raven's wing.  When she was
younger, her mother bradded her hair, so that when
she got older her thick hair had a natural wave to it.
That night I got to taste her natural cholate colored
nipples, and her aromatic pussy.

      One by one I invited Clara and Lope to visit me
while mother was out on a date.  We spent the night
with Velma.  Velma and I made love to Clara and Lope
individually, until they were comfortable with her.
Then we started having a foursome.

      One winter night when there was a Santa Anna
blowing the four of us had a sexy idea.  Very few
people visited the beach during the winter.  A few
surf fishermen did do some night fishing during the
winter, but very few went up the beach from
Moonlight Beach, or down from Leucadia Beach down
the coast very far.

      We walked up to the end of a street where there
was a wooden staircase down the 200 feet to the
beach.  During the winter the storm waves washes
away the sand down to a deep trench, leaving the
short beach with exposed rounded granite rocks piled
up against the bluff.

     We brought along bamboo mats to place on the
rocks to make it possible to recline on the rocks.  It
was a moon and starlit night and the noon was low on
the horizon.  The moonlight back lit the wave crashing
on the shore.  Back lighting the waves and making
them look like they were glowing green.  When we
were sure that we had the beach to ourselves we
took off our clothes, and took turns eating pussy.
When we caught sight of a surf fisherman working
his way down the beach, we covered up our naked
bodies and hiked back up the bluff.

      We made our way to Velma's and bathed the tub
two by two.  We masturbated each other while in the
tub.  Afterwards we longed around naked the rest of
the night.

      I was about to graduate from High School before
my mother caught me eating Lupe's pussy.  After Lupe
went home, Mother broke down and admitted that
she was having sex with her best friend for years.
That night Mother and I became lovers too.  I
introduced her to Lupe, Clara and even Velma.

       I still love with Mother and she is now in her
seventies.



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