Date: Sat, 25 May 2019 16:35:16 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Salinas Girl (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, F/f) Adult Youth, oral anal, F/f 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: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Salinas Girl By Jan I was born and raised in the farming community of Salinas, California. It is a coastal area between Santa Cruz and Monterey. Today Salinas produced 80-percent of the iceberg lettuce consumed in The U.S. as well as a lot of other vegetables. Historically Monterey was the capital when Spain and Mexico ruled California. The area was made famous by John Steinbeck in several books about the area most notably 'Cannery Row' and 'East of Eden.' East of Eden was especially about Salinas. The funny thing about the James Dean movie of the East of Eden was only the last three chapters of the book. Even though it is only a short drive over the hill to Carmel. The location of the Pebble Beach golf course and 'Concours D Elegance' where the rich and famous gather to show off million-dollar cars. Most of the women from Salinas have a modest inexpensive wardrobe. My family worked the land for three generations. Father was a foreman for one of the large combines. Our home was located on the corner of the fields he managed. When I was a fifteen-year-old teenager our neighbor the three other farm houses on the corners of their fields. Across the road was the home of a young couple. The wife was named Judy. She was a twenty-five-year-old with a toddler running around in pampers. She and I became close friends because she was the nearest female to our home and she was only ten years older than me. Judy was a chubby woman that was dirty blonde with blue eyes. I doubt that she ever ad more than four dresses at any one time. Because she had G- sized breasts it was very expensive for her to buy bras and nursing bras were even more expensive Judy rarely wore her bra. As a result, the front of her cheap cotton dresses often was milk stained on the front of her breasts. I found it fascinating to think about the mother's milk. I had no memory of nursing from my mother's teat. Watching her breastfeed her baby had a strange effect on me. I couldn't help feeling an itch in my pussy while watching the baby sucking greedily on her mother's big nipples. One day while I was visiting Judy after school, the baby was sleeping in her bedroom and we were in the living room drinking iced tea. We were sitting on the couch turned to face each other as we talked. She was wearing her favorite cotton print dress that buttoned down the front and milk was actually leaking through the front of her dress. Judy crusted, "Damn...I'm leaking again!" I asked, "What does breast milk taste like?" "Kathy, it is waterier than cow's milk, but it changes taste depending on what I eat. Onions taste stronger and celery makes my milk taste sweeter." I mentioned, "I don't remember ever nursing from m mother's breasts. I'm very curious about the taste of mother's milk." Judy smiled, "I was about to get out my breast pump and milk myself. Would you like to nurse my tits for me?" "Yes" Judy turned around planting both feet on the floor and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. She pulled the dress aside to expose both of her large breasts. Milk droplets were dripping from both nipples. She told me, "Turn around and lay on your back and place your head on my lap." I turned around and placed my heels on the arm of the couch and placed my head on her lap. I was looking to at those two big mammary glands with large pinkish dimpled areolas with milk dripping from the nipples, as Judy placed her right hand under her right tit and her left and on top of the tit as she leaned over and guided the nipple to my open mouth. I felt the soft pliable warmth of her flesh in my mouth and my tongue played with the rubbery nipple. I felt her milk in my mouth as I started sucking. True to her word the milk was waterier than cow's milk. The taste was not like cow's milk and was she had stated her milk did have a light taste of the corn and salsa she had been eating with corn chips when I came in. I nursed on her tit until it was empty. Judy moaned in a little discomfort and pulled her tit out of my mouth and replaced the right tit with the left tit. It was so erotic sucking on her tits that I couldn't resist placing my right hand on my crotch and rubbing my pussy. Judy noticed what I was doing and moved my hand aside with her own hand and vigorously started rubbing my pussy. I was leaking my own lubricating fluid enough to make the front of my dress moist before I actually had an orgasm. It followed that she wanted to talk after her breast was empty. We sat up and Judy asked me, "Did you enjoy me masturbating you?" "Yes...That was the strongest orgasm I ever had." "Would you mind doing the same foe me?" "Do you want me to masturbate you?" In response, Judy finished unbuttoning the front of her dress. When she laid the dress open, she was not wearing panties. Her vulva was covered with a tangle of dark brown pubic hair. She took hold of my wrist and polled my and over and placed the palm of my hand on her vulva. The aroma her sweaty pussy was beginning to fill the room. There was something so erotic about the moment that I couldn't resist the opportunity to masturbate Judy. I started slowly stroking her puffy vulva until her pubic hair was moist from her vagina lubricant. Then I started slipping my index finger between the lips of her labia minora and started stroking her clitoris. As her breathing increased, she grabbed my wrist and forced me to shove my hand deeper into her pussy. I obliged by sticking two fingers into her vagina and vigorously started masturbating her. When she started reaching an orgasm, she stretched out her legs and they started quivering. She held her breath briefly before collapsing in a long slow recovery. She was still clinging to my wrist as her heart rate returned to normal. At that moment there was a bang sound that startled us. The noise was coming from the back of the house. Judy sprang to her feet and was buttoning up her dress as she rushed to the hall leading to the bedroom. I followed her while straightening up my own clothes. When we arrived at the door to her child's bedroom and opened it. We found that her toddler had gotten out the crib and had turned over the nightstand, spilling the contents across the floor of the bedroom. Of course, the baby was emotionally upset and crying. Judy scooped up the baby and comforted the child; while I picked up the table and gathered up the stuff used in the changing of dippers to place them back on the table. As we returned to the living room Judy had her baby was carrying the baby on her hip. I said, "I guess it is that me for me to go home." Judy kissed me on the cheek, "We will have to discuss this more tomorrow." I returned home and wondered about what she was talking about, did she regret what we had done or was she saying we were going to do it again. As soon as I got home from school the next day, I headed straight to Judie's house. Judy welcomed me in and had prepared a snack and gave me a glass of iced tea. While we were eating Judy told me, "My mother is taking care of the baby today so that we can discuss what we are going to do. I for one enjoyed yesterday very much, but if you feel guilty about it, we can end it here and now. We need to never discuss it again." I was overwhelmed with motion and grabbed Judy and hugged her, "I LOVED EVERYTHING WE DID, AND I LOVE YOU! I was crying on her breasts. Judy returned my embrace and lad me into the living room. This time there was no hesitation. We took each other clothes off and I attached my mouth to her teat and sucked both teats dry while we masturbated each other to orgasms. Judy sucked my pussy until I had an orgasm. She had something additional in mind. She rolled me over ono my belly and pulled me to my knees so that she could kiss my ass for real. She licked and spit on my asshole. She set about tongue fucking my asshole. I couldn't believe how exciting it was. It was so nasty to think a woman would actually want to lick my asshole. My pussy was dripping. Judy made me cum and finished the act by licking up the cum from behind. When she was finished, I kissed her with tongue before making her turn around to present her big plump ass for me to make love to. Judy's butt was big and round. Putting my face between her cheeks was like placing my face in a soft fragrant pillow. I ran my tongue up and down the sweaty valley of her butt. Judy was making appreciative sounds of approval. When I centered in on her asshole with my tongue reached back to spread her cheeks to open up her asshole for me to drill in on. After her orgasm, it was my turn to lap up the cum dripping from her cunt. While we recovered, we lounged on the couch finger fucking each other. I hated having to get dressed to go across the road. Judy and I made love to each other almost every day for several months. AS soon as I turned sixteen, Dad gave me the old pickup truck. The paint was almost nonexistent and there were dings on the body but the engine and brakes were good because Dad took good care of them. As my interest in lesbian sex increased, I started visiting the county library to research the subject. I would be embarrassed if my activity drew anyone's attention, so when I would find a book on the subject, I would also select a couple of other books on my school reading list to check out. I thought I was being clever but one of the librarians noticed. One day while I was moving through the shelves quickly and selecting a book on the subject of lesbian sex before moving on to the fiction section, I felt the presence of someone behind me. When I turned to see who it was, I recognized the head librarian standing uncomfortably close. I had learned that her name was Martha from her name tag the first time I visited the library. I had noticed that she was about 5'-6" and a slender gray- haired woman with a mid-western accent. She dressed very conservatively or you could say she dressed like an old spinster. If it weren't for her toothy smile, I wouldn't have noticed her. She placed her hand on my arm gently and said, "Honey...I have noticed that you are interested in the subject of female sexual activity. If you are interested in the subject may I suggest that you go downstairs to the periodical section and use one of the computers to look up the subject?. The only people that use the section are people doing research. It is hardly used this time of day." Having said that she moved past me and paced a couple of books in their appropriate place and returned to her place at the checkout counter. I was embarrassed that someone had noticed what I was interested in, but I made my way to the staircase and went down there. I found a bank of computers. Looking around I noticed that there was only one person sitting at a table reading a stack of magazines. I couldn't see anyone ells in the stacks as the bends were located. It was warm because all of that paper makes a great insulator. I went to the last computer and sat down to enter the subject. 'LESBIANISM' and the screen gave me an almost endless list of articles along with the author, publication, date, and page. I started writing down the information before went looking for magazines. When I had five magazines, I returned to the reading area and found a location with my back to the wall. I didn't want anyone slipping up behind me. The only other person got up and left shortly after I started reading the articles. When I found articles about women telling how they were seduced I got excited and couldn't resist placing my hand in my lap and start rubbing myself. I lost all track of time and actually had a couple of orgasms. When I heard the sound of heels coming down the stairs, I removed my hand from my lap. Martha approached my table and asked, "Did you have any trouble finding what you were looking for, with her customary good-natured smile. Her smile was enough to make me nervous. I think I stammered; I didn't have any trouble finding anything." "May I select a couple of magazines you might enjoy?" "Thank you" Martha moved gracefully down one of the isles and returned with a couple of magazines and placed them in front of me. "Very few people know how to find these magazines." The glossy magazines had pictures of women making love to each other. They were doing to each other the same thing Judy had taught me how to do. I read the captions carefully. Martha asked, "does the subject excite you, Honey?" I smiled, "Yes" She took hold of my hand and gently pulled me to my feet and escorted me down an aisle I hadn't even noticed to a back corner where there were pilled of newspapers and she backed me up against a stack the hit me on the back of my thighs. I sat down on the newspapers and Martha kissed me on the mouth. I started to open my mouth to say something and her tongue entered my mouth. While she was kissing me, she was pulling my sweater off my shoulders and pulling my blouse out of my skirt, so that she could unbutton it. She placed her long fingers on my bra and squeezed my tit. I was emboldened to return her kiss and place my hand on her small breasts. We feverously started peeling each other's clothes off. Even though I would have died of embarrassment if we had been found with me laying totally naked on a pile of newspapers with the naked older woman on top of me with her head between my legs and her hairy pussy grinding against my mouth. I found it all very erotic. I had a couple of orgasms and swallowed the cum of the librarian's couple of orgasms. We eventually got dressed and I was about to return the periodical back to their boxed, but Martha told me that wasn't necessary, she would take care of it later. When we were upstairs, she offered me a handy-wipe to clean my face and hands. She assured me that I was welcome to visit anytime. She even sent me home with a couple of magazines to read while I thought about what just took place. I made it a practice to visit the library on the days Martha worked. When Judy and her husband moved their family to the central valley; I became even closer to Martha. She invited me to visit her on her days off at her home. On my first visit, I was introduced her wife. (This was before gay marriage was made legal.) Her wife was a thirty-year-old redhead with a curvaceous figure. My visits with them were a new experience because the two of them would make love to me at the same time. Martha would be eating my pussy while her wife would be sitting on my face. If I was eating one of their pussies the other one would be licking my pussy and asshole from behind. Martha also introduced me to a local Mexican madam. The madam ran a whore house that provided whore for the migrant farm hands. She was possible forty-five and on the plump side with hennaed orange-red hair. She no longer worked as a whore but she did have a taste for young girls. Meeting her reminded me of Steinbeck's book 'East of Eden' when Cathy becomes the child pet of a madam and steals from the madam before killing her and setting the brothel on fire before going west to meet Adam, and when their son Cal meets his Madam Cathy in her Monterey brothel. The Mexican madam adored me and only allowed me to visit her at her home. She didn't want me associating with her stable of whores at the brothel. She was like a mother to me. I did enjoy sucking on her big brown nipples, while she masturbated me. When I graduated high school, I went to the University of San Francisco. Martha was my inspiration to major in library science in college. It took time to earn my Ph.D, but eventually got a position that provided me with a comfortable living with medical and retirement benefits. The bonus was that no one cared that I was a lesbian. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.