Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2015 20:46:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cookie is a Lesbian (lesbian/ adult youth, oral, anal, g/F, f/F)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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             Cookie is a Lesbian
                     By
                    Jan

      My family lived in south Saint Louis, Missouri,
just off Gravois Ave. near Kings-Highway.  We lived in
a quiet neighborhood that was mostly German
American's.  South St. Louie neighborhoods were
pretty much divided into ethnic groups, French,
German, Italian, Irish, and etc.  We lived on a quiet
street with plenty of children that spent the warm
summer evening playing in the streets.

     There was one girl that I played with when she
came to visit her grandmother.  The woman lived
across the street from our house.

      Father was working for the local post office and
had a part time at a hardware store.  Mother was a
housewife, because my younger brother required
special attention.  My brother was born with a
physical disability the prevented him from
participating in activities the required any running.
He required crutches just to walk.  My older brother
was the favorite of our parents, and was the one
expected to go to college and be the patriarch of the
family.  Even though they loved us, I was left to my
own devices.  I was a lonely girl, so I looked for
approval any place I could.  I gathered pets to shower
my love and affection on.  My parents eventually had
to stop me from adopting every stray cat and dog I
found.  As a result of my brother I was very
compassionate when it comes to disabled people and
animals.  So I could never pass up a wounded or
disabled critter.  The flower garden was my other
love, and keeping the dogs from digging up my flowers
was a problem.

      There was a family about three houses down the
street from us that had a grandson that was mentally
disabled that I felt very protective of.  I would make
a special effort to visit and play with him.  A simple
game of catch would keep him happy.  It was hard to
end the game because his mind was so locked into one
activity at a time.  Besides, it gave me something to
do.  Because I was so kind to her grandson she
developed a special feeling for me.

      Her name was Eve, and was about 40 years old.
She was about the same age as my mother.  I learned
that she had married at the age of 14, had her
daughter at 15 and her daughter had her son by 16.
That was why she was a grandmother by the age of
31.

      She also had a swimming pool in the backyard.
There were not many pools in our neighborhood back
in the early fifties.  She allowed me to join her and
her grandson in the pool.

      I was a pre-pubescent girl, and I was so excited
the first time she invited me to swim in her pool that
I simply took off my simple cotton play dress and
jumped into the pool in my rayon panties.  It was an
innocent time and people didn't worry about the
prospect of sexual misconduct like they do today.

      I really liked her because she treated me like a
true friend, not just a little girl.  The only thing that
concerned my mother was that I would make myself a
pest at our neighbor's homes.  However she did insist
on me taking a swimming suit from then on.  Eve would
have me change into my swim suit in her bedroom.  I
thought nothing about changing clothes in front of
her.  While I was playing in the pool I would see her
dabbing her nose with a handkerchief, or so I
thought.  Later I learned that she was taking my
panties and wadding them up in her hand so that she
could smell the crotch of my panties.  Even if I had
known they were my panties I would have thought she
was just checking to see if they were clean.

      Eve figured me out pretty quickly, and used her
knowledge to her advantage.  Her husband was a long
haul truck driver, and was on the road a lot, which
made for a lonely life.  She also expressed fear of
being alone at night while her husband was on the
road.  Eve asked my mother if it would be okay if I
could spend the nights with her when her husband
was on the road.

      My mother felt sorry for her, and assured her
that it was fine with her if I wanted to stay with her.

      In those days television had small rounded
screens, and on Saturdays they showed old horror
movies like the 1934 Frankenstein and Dracula
movies.  We would change into our nightgowns before
settling down to watch the movies.  Eve and I would
watch them together cuddled up next to each other.
She would put her arm around my shoulders and
assure me that she would protect me from the
monsters.

      While watching those scary movies Eve would
have her arm around my body and she would have her
hand resting on my thigh.  She would stroke my thigh
very comfortingly.  When the action would get
exciting her hand would move over to my crotch and
rub it.  I would be in my thin nightgown and rayon
panties, so there wasn't much between her hand and
my little pussy.  Her middle finger would stroke the
valley between my little hairless camel-toe.  It felt
wonderful.  I would even spread my legs to allow her
to have better access to my crotch.  I would find
myself moaning with pleasure.

      Eve asked me, "Do you like what I'm doing?"

      "Oh MY GAWD, it feels so good!  I would like that
to never end!"

      That night when the movie ended she took me to
bed with her, and she continued to rub me between
my legs.  She said, "I love you so much that I would
like to show you how much I want to please you!"

      She pulled the covers off of us and pulled up my
nightgown.  She crouched over me as she pulled my
panties off of me.  I knew what she was doing was
naughty, but it felt so damned good.  I lay there and
allowed her spread my legs, so that she could lick my
pussy.  She did it for a long time.  I had never had an
orgasm, so it was a delicious torture that never came
to an end.  It would take months before I had my
first orgasm while she was sucking my pussy.

      She didn't pressure me to return the favor, but
of course I was fascinated by the prospect of
pleasing her the same way.  I had always been
fascinated by the sight of her hairy crotch, when we
changed clothes.  It was only natural that I wanted to
find out if I could please her the same way she
pleased me.

      When I started rubbing her crotch through her
nightgown I quickly found that the material would get
slippery and moist from the juices leaking out of her
pussy.  I thought she was peeing at first, but it was
slippery and it didn't smell like pee, in fact it didn't
smell much at all.  It was truly amazing the way Eve
responded to my efforts.

      The first time Eve's husband announced that he
was making a long trip that would mean that he would
be gone for at least a week Eve asked my mother if I
could stay with her all week.  Of course my mother
gave her permission, so I packed up a bag with a
weeks-worth of clothes and all of my toiletries.  That
was the most exciting week of my young life.

      The first day I was staying with her as soon as I
got home from school was the start of the fun.  We
spent the afternoon listening to music and we danced
with each other.  After the sun set we took off our
clothes and went swimming without turning on the
lights in the pool.  Eve said that there was no need to
give the neighbors a thrill if they peeked over the
wall.  While we were in the water we kissed each
other while masturbating each other.

      Come bedtime we went to bed together without
anything on.  It was very thrilling to hug and kiss each
other, while we felt each other's breasts.  We took
turns sucking each other's pussy for the longest time.
That was the most exciting week of my life.  She was
so gentle with me.  At no point did I feel like she was
forcing me to do anything I didn't want to do.  She
made me feel so special.  She encouraged me to let go
of any fears, and just go with my feelings.  She told
me to enjoy everything that was happening to me.

      I'm naturally a very submissive person, to older
women of authority.  Eve understood my personality,
and took advantage of my nature to get me to
surrender to her desires.  She taught me so many
things about sex.  I had never dreamed about
anything like licking any one's asshole, until she
actually licked mine.  It felt so good that I couldn't
resist licking hers.  We had a long lasting relationship
that lasted well into my high school years.

      I grew up during the rock and roll beginnings.  In
St Louis there was a black radio station that played
black R&B music late at night that was full of double-
meanings like the song 'Anny Had 'a Baby.'  I wore out
at least two 45 RPM records of the Penguins version
of Blue Moon.  I was one of the girls dancing in the
isles of the theater when the movie 'Black Board
Jungle' came out.  The manager stopped the movies
and threated to kick us all out if we didn't sit down.
When Elvis released 'Heart Break Hotel' I was an
instant lifelong fan.  When 'Rebel without a Cause'
came out I fell in love with James Dean.  If there had
been a boy like him around I might have given up my
pussy.

      By the time I was a senior in high school I had
learned how to identify when women were flirting
with me.  One time I went shopping for a new
brassiere.  I was wearing white canvas tennis shoes,
shorts and a jersey T-top.  My hair was pulled back
into a ponytail.  When I entered the specialty store
there was a woman at the resister that looked like
the person in charge.  She was a tall woman, at least
five-feet ten in her stocking feet.  She was a slender
woman and her blouse and skirt clung to her body.
When she asked me if she could help me, I told her I
was shopping for a brassiere.  She asked another
clerk in the floor to look after the resister while she
helped me.  It was obvious that normally the clerk
would have been the one to help me, but this woman
wanted to take care of me, because she was
attracted to me.

      We moved to the display of delicate underwear.
She insisted on using a measuring tape.  First she
measured the size of my ribcage, and then measured
my chest over my breasts.  The difference reflected
the size of my cups.  I can proudly say that by that
time I was a 36-DD.  When she asked me what kind
of brassiere I was looking for, I told her that I was
looking for something in a natural color that was
comfortable enough to wear all day, because with tits
like mine made thin shoulder straps cut into my
shoulders.

      She selected several that were what could
laughingly be called flesh tone.  One was obviously
made of nylon, one was a delicate lacey thing, and the
last was one was strapless.  She also picked up a black
one that looked like it should be worn on special
occasions where you expect to get lucky with your
date.  She explained that I might like to at least one
party brassiere for special occasions, before leading
me to the changing booths.

      The changing booths were small little cubicles
painted white, with a wooden bench, and a mirror on
one wall.  It was every crowded with the two of us in
there.  I was bumping into her while removing my top.
I had deliberately not worn a bra to the store.
Before I could try on the first bra, she commented
on what nice breasts I had.  Before I could thank
her, she placed her hands on my breasts and gave
them a gentle squeeze.  I took a deep breath and
froze in the act of reaching for the first bra.  She
was standing so close that I could feel her breath on
my neck, as she reached around my body to fasten
the back of the bra.  When she stepped back as much
as the space would allow, she adjusted the cups of
the bra for me.

      I have to admit that I liked the way the nylon
held and molded my breasts without hiding my areolas
and nipples.  Looking in the mirror I could make out
the difference in color between my areolas and
breasts.  That was a look I was looking for.  I planned
on buying that one, but I continued to try on the
other bras too.  The clerk helped be change and took
every opportunity to feel my breasts.

      When I tried on the sexy black bra, she added
that there were matching panties to go with it.  She
handed me the little bundle of black material.  I
looked at the package before working up the nerve to
take off my shorts and panties.  The clerk mentioned
that if I tried them on I would have to buy them,
unless I put on a protective paper shield.  She placed
one between my legs and pressed it against my pussy.
I was pleased that I kept my pussy shaved clean.  She
helped me put on the black lace panties and we
admired the look in the mirror.  I could also see the
hungry look on the clerk's face in the mirror.

      When I removed the panties, she peeled the
shield off of my crotch.  I must admit that I was wet.
The clerk sat on the bench and pulled me close
enough to bury her face in my pussy.  She ate my
pussy until I had an orgasm, which didn't take long.

      While I put my clothes back on she told me, "I
get off work at six, if you are around I would love to
invite you to come home with me."

      I kissed her on the mouth.  Her nose and mouth
tasted like my pussy.  When we exited the booth the
sales clerk at the resister gave us a knowing smile.  I
bought the nylon bra and the matching black bra and
panties.

      At six O'clock I was parked on a bench outside
the shop.  When the two women came out the clerk
said her good buys to the manager and gave me that
smile again as she walked away.  The manager locked
up the door, and approached me with a big smile on
her gorgeous face.  She pulled me to my feet kissed
me and gave me a warm hug, before she led me to
where her car was parked.  She opened her car door
for me she told me her names was Catherine.  It took
her about a half hour to drive us to her home.

     I have Eve to thank for my ability to please older
women.  When we were in her home she started
undressing me.  When she removed my jersey top she
discovered that I was wearing the black brassiere
she had selected for me.  She expressed her
pleasure, as she felt the cups of my bra.  My nipples
were tingling and my pussy was itching too.  When she
removed my shorts she discovered that I had also
changed my panties for the sexy lace black panties.
She slipped her hand inside my panties and sought out
my clit with her finger tip.  She diddled it until I was
dancing on my tip toes in a quick orgasm.  When I
recovered, she withdrew her hand, and pulled the
panties down.  She allowed me to sit on her bed while
she removed her own clothes.

      Catherine was wearing a teal scarf around her
neck that she removed and wrapped it around my
neck and kissed me on the mouth.  Then she
proceeded to unbuttoning her blouse.  It was a
business like white blouse in a silk material.  When
she removed the blouse I saw that she was wearing a
unique brassiere.  It was designed to lift up her
breasts and squeezed them together increasing the
depth of the cleavage between her breasts.  The cups
didn't cover her areolas completely.  There was a
half-moon effect exposing a portion of coco brown
areolas without exposing her nipples.  She also
sported a red rose tattoo with a green stem located
on the inside of her left breast.

      While I was admiring her breasts and tattoo, she
proceeded to reach behind her back to unhook her
bra.  When she removed her bra her ample breasts
sagged like most women her age, but they were still
very attractive.  I reached out and felt them before
tweaking both of her nipples.  Catherine proceeded to
unfasten and unzip her skirt, while I continued to play
with her breasts.

      When the skirt fell to the floor around her feet,
I saw that she was wearing what are called nude
pantyhose that were several shades darker that her
natural skin color.  Under the pantyhose she was
wearing sexy black panties that matched the bra.
She had to step out of her comfortable work shoes
before she rolled down the panty-hose, and had to
shift her weight from one leg to the other as she
stepped out of the nylons.  The lace in the panties
allowed her flesh to be seen enough that it was
obvious that she may have trimmed her pubic hair,
but there was enough to create a dark triangle almost
obscuring the design of the crotch of her panties.
Before she started to remove her panties she turned
her back towards me.

      I admired the curve of her wide hips as she bent
over to pull her panties down.  Her skin was naturally
a golden tan color, and as her butt was exposed her
cheeks were naturally spread exposing her puckered
asshole that had a smoky grayish color ringing it that
faded into her natural skin tone.  Her vulva was
clearly visible between her legs.  The vulva was puffy
and her labia minor protruded like flabby excess skin,
and she must have shaved all pubic hair on the sides
of her vulva, because the dark pubic hair only
appeared on her upper vulva.  With her ass so close to
me, I couldn't resist placing my hand on her hips and
sticking my nose into her asshole.  I licked and
mouthed her vagina, before tasting her asshole.
Catherine eventually had an orgasm and stood up and
turned around to face me.

      She placed her hands on the sides of my face and
kissed me on the mouth with tongue.  With her
bending over I couldn't resist placing my hands on her
dangling breasts.  It was like squeezing warm putty
with stiff nipples poking the palms of my hands.

      Catherine placed her hands on my shoulders and
pushed me backwards across the bed, and mounted
the bed as she straddled my body, and walked her
way up to my chest.  She took hold of my hair and
finished placing her knees on either side of my head.
I was looking up at her moist pussy.  She lowered her
pussy down to my face and her labia minor spread
over my face to cover my nose to my chin and from
cheek to cheek.  I couldn't breathe, as she forced me
to eat her pussy.  She held onto my hair with one
hand and with the other she reached back and
slapped my pussy with the palm of her hand.  From
time to time I had to turn my head to catch a breath.
As soon as I filled my lungs she jerked my head back
over to cover my face with her cunt.  It took a long
time before she had an orgasm again.  I was forced
to swallow copious amounts of her virginal fluids.
After we had exhausted ourselves of sexual desires,
I had to clean up and get dressed, before she drove
me home.

      I visited her several times at the shop to try on
underwear, and make dates with her.  That led to me
seeking out other older woman to have sex with too.

      When I was a young woman I had a job working in
an office as a clerk.  The work was not difficult, but
like all repetitive jobs it can be boring.  I wasn't
attracted to any of the men or women in the office,
but there was one gay man that I did befriend.  He
was such a raging queen that most of the office
found him amusing.

     One day during a coffee break he invited me to
have a drink with him after work.  I accepted,
because I felt safe in his company.  At five O'clock
we left the office, and took the municipal bus for a
couple of miles.  He let me know when we had reached
our destination.

      The cocktail lounge had a little entrance on the
main street that was almost unnoticeable as traffic
passed.  There was a simple unlit signed above the
padded door that proclaimed that it was the 'Toy
Tigger.'  Upon entering the establishment we had to
pass through a narrow hall to a large room in the back
of hair salon in front.  It was a piano bar.  There was
a long bar with plastic covered padded booth against
the wall and a dance floor.  We ordered our drinks at
the bar and settled down on the bar stools to talk.  It
took me a little time before I studied the patrons of
the bar.  It was a mixed group of men and women, but
it was obvious that they were gays and lesbians.

      My friend excused himself to talk to a friend of
his.  Shortly after he left me sitting at the bar a
woman approached me and she placed her hand on my
shoulder, and asked me how well I knew the man I
had come in with.  I assured her that he was a friend
that I worked with.  I studied her appearance as she
mounted the stool next to me.

      She was an interesting looking woman.  She looked
to be about forty-years-old.  Her hair was obviously
bleached and styled like Doris Days hair in the early
fifties.  There was an authoritarian air about her
that made me feel like she was a woman not to mess
with.  She was wearing a tight fitting top, with a tight
fitting skirt.  She was wearing a white lab coat
because she obvious worked in the neighboring beauty
parlor.  She made no attempt to hide the fact that
she was a lesbian, and she was attracted to me.

      We drank a couple of cocktails that she insisted
on paying for.  I felt my bladder urging to relieve
myself, so I asked the woman where the ladies room
was, and she slid off the stool and took me by the
hand, and led me to the back of the bar, where the
bathrooms were located.  She led me into the ladies-
room.  It smelled heavily of disinfectant, stale
cigarette smoke, and cheap perfume.  She marched
me into one of the metal stalls, and closed the door
behind us.  She took me into her arms and kissed me
on the mouth.  She was a strong woman, and quickly
exposed my breasts, so that she could suck and play
with them.  She hiked up my skirt and pulled own my
panties.  She forced me to sit on the toilet seat.  My
ass had no more that touched the seat than I let go
with a strong stream that splashed into the water.
As soon as I finished peeing she bent over and
started sucking my pussy.  It was such a wicked idea
that she ate my pussy even before wiping my cunt
that it turned me on, and I quickly had an orgasm.

      When she stood up she reached under her skirt
and pulled off her own panties and stood there
leaning against the stall door.  She placed her hand
around the back of my head while holding her skirt up
with the other hand, as she pulled me forward.  I ate
her dark haired pussy with all of the skill taught me
by Eve.

     When we straightened up our clothes and
returned to the bar my friend was all smiles.  As we
made our exit to catch the bus to take us to our
respective homes, he asked me if I had fun.  I simply
smiles, and said, "We have to do that again!"


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