Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2013 08:41:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barbra and Her Ex-Sister-in Law (Lesbian/ Adult Friends, oral, F/F)

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            Barbra and her Ex-Sister-in-Law
                         By
                        Jan

	I greeted on the New Year's Eve, my brother's
ex-wife in the cabin provided by The Chattahoochee
State Park for the benefit of Rangers.  We both
happen to be a 46-years-old.

	I had married when I was 26, but divorced him
by the age 36.  While we were married we engaged in
a lot of swingers club.  We met at a swinger club, and
married so we could attend more parties.  It was an
arrangement for pure lust, because he was looking for
cock, while I was looking for pussy.  Children were out
of the question.  The marriage ended when our
interest in swinging subsided.

	Having an advanced degree in Environmental
Biology made it possible for me to become a Ranger
for The Chattahoochee State Park, where I
supervised five campgrounds and four boat ramps
along the Chattahoochee River.  Just before
Christmas I made a quick trip to my home town in
Atlanta to visit with my mother before I had to
return home so that the married rangers could spend
the holiday season with their families.  While I was
visiting Mother, she was also entertaining my
brother's ex-wife, Connie.

	Mom had always liked her ex-daughter-in-law,
even though she had divorced my asshole brother,
Taylor, a long time ago.  He had moved to Los
Angeles, California.  Connie's parents still live in the
home town where we grew up, not all that far from
Mother, so she stopped by before returning to her
home out west.  The three of us had a nice visit for a
few days.

	One afternoon, Connie and I decided to go to
`Starbucks' for coffee, and be able to talk about old
times.  We were the same age and attended the same
schools from the age of six.  She had married my
brother right out of school, but over coffee she
admitted that after the divorce she had moved
across country to get away from my brother.  She
said that living out there allowed her to live the way
she wanted, because she couldn't live the way she
wanted in our home town.  Then she sprang the news
on me, I have always wanted to be with other woman,
and couldn't live here and do that!"

	That was a big shock for me to absorb, but then
she added, "I always had a crush on you all the way
through school.  Your brother told me while we were
dating that he thought you were gay, because all of
the boys you dated, had told him that you never gave
them any pussy, but would give them hand-jobs to
placate them."

	I laughed at her statement, because she was
right about that, I would jack them off in an effort
to stop them from talking about me.  "You're right
about that I never wanted to do anything with them,
because I was having sex with Miss Elizabeth
Hartley, our math teacher, and had been doing so
from the age of 14."

	Connie almost choked on her coffee, our math
teacher was the most beautiful woman in our school,
everybody thought so, all of the boys and male
teachers thought so too, but that's another story.
Connie eventually got over her shock about my lesbian
confession.

	When she calmed down I invited her to spend
the holidays with me, after all the Chattahoochee
State Park, was on the way back to her home.  She
had to call her girlfriend back home to let her know
she was going to spend the holidays with her family.
Then she agreed to come home with me, because she
had always wanted to be with me dating back to our
school days.  We were both regretting the missed
opportunity back in our school days.

	I returned to The Chattahoochee State Park,
and my furnished cabin with all the utilities paid for.
I live there by myself, which suits me to a T.  That
was why I volunteered to work over the holidays by
myself, so that my fellow married rangers could
spend the holidays with their families.  The few
single men could also visit their parents or siblings.

	I had a few answers to the countless flirtatious
offers like, "I don't shit where I eat!"  That kind of
response cools their ardor.  When I got back to the
park and relieved my fellow rangers, I had the park
to myself.  The camp grounds were empty.  Connie
arrived before Christmas night.  I had been on pins
and needles waiting for her to arrive, because I was
so fucking horny.  I could feel my pussy oozing as I
drank a glass of wine while I was waiting.  I had to
actually take a bath in the old cast iron tub that
dated back to the first upgrade to the park back in
the thirties.

	When I got dressed I didn't bother putting on
panties, because I hate to wear them.  Oh, I have a
few pairs just in case I have to visit a doctor.  I'm
sure they think I buy new ones every time I have to
visit them, because they are so rarely worn.  For the
occasion of her visit I opted not to wear my forest
greens, because they were not very flattering to my
femininity.  I picked out a short navy blue wool skirt,
white cashmere sweater without a bra.  My tits are
small enough that I don't require the support.  I do
wear a bra with my uniform because the wool blend
shirt rubs my nipples so much.

	Anyway I heard a car pulling up the gravel
driveway, I checked through the window to be sure it
was Connie getting out of her car.  I used a washcloth
one final time to wipe my pussy, and tossed it through
the open bathroom door before opening the front
door.

	Connie was already coming up the steps to the
porch, with an overnight bag.  It was cool and the
first snow had melted.  Normally the snow didn't get
this far south until mid-January.  Connie had a heavy
wool coat on that covered most of her legs.  I was
sure she was wearing a dress.  The cold night air
made her cheeks very red, but she was still a very
pretty woman.  She gave me a warm smile and said,
"It's a long way getting here."

	I ushered her into my cabin and closed the door
against the cold.  The wood fire burning in the river
stone fireplace had the cabin nice and warm.  Carrie
turned her back to me, so that I could help her take
off her heavy coat.  While she was admiring how I
had decorated the cabin for the holidays, I admired
the fact that she had on a short skirt.

	She commented on the two felt stockings
hanging from the mantel over the fireplace, and the
small Douglas fir tree decorated with colorful lights
and glass balls sitting on a small table in a corner.
While she was commenting I felt my pussy start to
ooze juice again.  My thought was, GAWD I hope she
can't smell me, and then again I hoped she knew just
how horny she was making me.  After all I wanted her
to know just how much I desired her.

	I took her coat and hung it on a peg near the
front door where I hang my coats.  When I turned to
face her, we just stood there looking at each other,
neither of us said anything.  I moved first, I just
wrapped her in my arms and kissed her on the mouth.
I slid my hand down to her hips and pulled her tightly
against me.  She met my open mouth kiss with an open
mouth.  It was a very long passionate kiss from the
start.  Her body was warming up quickly after coming
in out of the cold.  I was enjoying warming her up
with my body.  I loved the feeling of her body
molding against my own.  When we finally broke the
kiss she rested her head on my shoulder and
whispered in my ear, "You'll never know how long I've
wanted to do that!"

	I responded softly, "You should have let me
know!  We have missed so much!  Let's have a glass of
wine and start catching up!"

	We held hands as we walked into the
kitchen/dining room.  Being a mountain cabin it is
rather Spartan, but adequate for my needs.  I had
opened a good bottle of California wine to breathe on
the kitchen counter.  I had two long stem wine
glasses ready, and she stood next to me as I poured a
little wine into my glass.  By custom I took the first
sip to check for corkage before filling our glasses and
handing her a glass.  We clinked our glasses together,
before we returned to the living room.  We sat on the
overstuffed leather sofa facing the fireplace.  I
picked up the remote and turned on the stereo.

	Connie pulled her legs up under her and leaned
over to place her head on my shoulder.  I turned my
head to look at her, as she said, "You and Miss
Heartley, I can't believe it!"

	I smiled and told her, "That was a long time ago,
but I still have a warm place in my heart for her."

	Connie told me, "I always fantasized about her!"
After frowning she said, "I also had a crush on her
and you too!"  She gave me a quick kiss, "And I still
do!"

	With that she stood up and picked up our
glasses and went into the kitchen to refill them.  Just
as she was headed towards the kitchen, the Donna
Summer song, "I love you baby" came on the stereo.
She sat our glasses down on the end table next to me,
held out her hand, and said, "Dance with me?"

	I took her hand and stood up.  I moved into her
outstretched arms, as she assumed the lead, while we
dance to what I think was the sexiest song ever
recorded.  We clung to each as we moved our bodies
against one another in response to the rhythm of the
music.  I swear I could have cum, as we rubbed
pussies and tits against each other.  We shared a long
and passionate wet kiss that made it difficult to
breathe until we finally broke the kiss.

	We lay down on the sofa as we struggled to
remove each other's clothes.  I couldn't help
wondering if she had been this hot back in our school
days.  I finally got her blouse off, after pulling off a
couple of buttons in the process, pushing up her bra,
while she was taking off my own sweater.  I found
that her tits were perfect, with big nipples and oh,
did they taste good.  I sucked and chewed on each
nipple while sliding my hand up her shirt.  She was
wearing pantyhose, but to my delight they were
crotch less, and oh my GAWD she was as smooth as a
newborn baby.  I just had to have her!  My hands
abandoned her tits as I went down to her juicily wet
pussy with my starving mouth.  Oh, did I love the
aroma, the smell of her hot wet pussy.  I found her
clit as hard as a little dick, and it must have been
awfully sensitive, because she pulled me up to her tits
again.  Another Donna Summer song was ending as
Carrie picked up the remote and pushed the replay
button again.  She stood up and started to dance by
herself as she started to strip to the music.

	She was a sight to behold with her blouse open
and her tits hanging out.  She reached behind her
back and unhooked her bra and discarded it before
pulling me back to my feet.  We both started to
perform a striptease to the song, "I love you baby."

	We watched each other pull our clothes off as
we swayed to the music.  All I had to do is remove
the cashmere sweater and wool skirt to be naked.
She has to additionally remove the pantyhose to get
naked.  She reached down to roll them down her hips.
I reached out and stopped her.  I told her I wanted
to do that for her.  While she continued to sway to
the music, I dropped to my knees and pushed my face
into her soaking wet pussy.  GAWD, she was so wet.

	My face was pressed up against her pussy as far
as I could get it; she ground her pussy against my
face.  I used my tongue to probe her cunt in an
effort to match the rhythm of the music.  By the
time the song came to an end my ex-sister-in-law,
Connie, had drenched my face with two of the
wettest orgasms I have ever experienced.  I came
once myself while never touching my pussy.  The
music had come to an end and we were relaxing on the
sofa after Connie retrieved the glasses and returned
with freshly refilled wine glasses.  The smell of hot
pussy filled the air.

	Connie asked me, "Tell me how Miss Heartley
and you got together?"

	While I told her my story, she set her glass
down, and lay her head on my lap.  She sniffed,
laughed and said, "I smell wet pussy!"

	As I related the story, it all seemed to come
back to me, almost as if it hadn't been that long ago.
Just remembering the events was enough to make me
wet again.  I was so absorbed in the memory of the
events that I hardly noticed Connie had spread my
legs and curled up on her knees and was fingering my
pussy while sucking on my clit.  I placed my hand on
her back and stroked her butt until I reached under
her hip to finger her pussy.  We masturbated each
other while I related how I had seduced Miss
Heartley.  We both enjoyed another orgasm.

	I do remember Connie saying as she got on the
wooden floor on her knees between my legs that she
had waited a lifetime to eat my pussy, and now she
was going to enjoy it.  She pulled my ass closer to the
edge of the cushion, lifted my legs up and pressed my
knees against my tits as she said, "I want to taste
the ass I have lusted after for years!"  She licked
around my hole for what seemed like forever before
she pushed her tongue as far as she could up my
asshole.  She was actually fucking my asshole with her
pointed tongue.

	I was playing with and pinching my own nipples
while looking between my legs at her eyes.  I let go of
my nipples and reached around my thighs for my clit
with both hands, but Connie caught my hands and
pulled her tongue out of my ass and said, "That is
mine!"  She gave my asshole a final lick, and covered
my cunt with her open mouth.  It was as if she was
trying to make up for all of the years we had wasted,
because she seemed to be trying to suck my pussy
inside out.  We continued to make love and drink wine
until the bottle was empty.  We spent the rest of the
evening making out like a couple of teenagers.  I
hadn't made out with anyone like that since I was
sixteen years old.

	As the fire died down in the fireplace the cabin
grew colder, so we retired to the bedroom.  I'm sure
her mouth was as sore as mine from all of the kissing
and pussy sucking.  We covered our naked bodies with
the heavy quilts and cuddled for the warmth.  With
our heads under the covers the smell of wet pussy
was strong.  We managed to stay under the quilts
while we continued sucking tits, pussies and even
assholes.

	She spent the better part of a week with me.
We still had the place to ourselves.  Before the New
Year it snowed.  It is strange that with a foot of
snow on the ground and a thick cloud cover it was
warmer that it had been when she arrived.  Just the
same we were in no mood to enjoy the outdoors.  We
hardly put on anything that resembled clothing.  We
did our best to keep the fire burning in the fireplace
to keep the cabin toasty.  We bathed together,
shaved each other's under arms, legs, and pussies.
We relished eating together while we were naked.

	I even drug out our high school yearbook, and
laughed at our pictures as we related how much we
had wanted to have sex with each other.  It was hard
to turn the pages because we were constantly playing
with each other's pussy.  When we got to the faculty
picture pages we paused to look at the picture of
Miss Hartley and admire how pretty she was.

	Connie still couldn't believe that I had sex with
her when I was a freshman through our senior year.

	We welcomed in the New Year together by
clinging to each other and not only sucking each
other's pussy but tongue fucking each other's asshole.
Connie and I had to eventually prepare for her
returning to her home.  I got up, bathed, fixed
breakfast while Connie bathed and packed up.  I
called her to breakfast, and she came into the
kitchen in all of her naked glory.  We kissed for a
long time because we regretted the parting.  Over
breakfast we made plans for the future.  We
promised to spend the next Christmas and New Year
with each other.

	After cleaning away the dishes, she left the
room while I washed them.  I heard her call my name,
so I went to the bedroom here she was finishing
packing, and there she lay on the bed, arms stretched
out  as she said, "Come here and let me make love to
you one more time before I leave!"

	There was no way I was going to pass up an
invitation like that.  I mounted her in a 69 for what
seemed like hours.  I know it wasn't that long, but I
can't help thinking like that.  Afterwards we kissed
long and hard.  We eventually had to get dressed and
I helped her carry her luggage to her car.  I stood
there on the snow covered driveway watching her
drive away until she was out of sight.  I could still
taste her pussy.

	We have do get together whenever we can get
together.  We spend birthdays with each other and
holidays when we can.  I volunteer to work the
holidays, so the married men can spend them with
their families.  The Park is almost empty on those
occasions, so Connie and I pretty much have the park
to ourselves.  We could hike the trails to the
waterfalls in the nude if we chose to do so.  There
are times when I take leave to visit Connie.  She
shows me the sights and we make love.  She even
broke off her relationship with her younger girlfriend
so that she didn't have to lie to her to be with me.
We have even talked about her quitting her job and
finding a job near the park so that we can live
together.


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