Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2015 21:40:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None 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 you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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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