Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2009 22:22:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Aunt Charlotte and Leslie 2 (lesbian\incest, f/f, f/F)

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                  Aunt Charlotte and Leslie 2
                              By
                             Jan

	My best friend, Amt and I started seeking out other girls
that we could introduce to lesbian sex, I found a very interesting
dark haired girl that caught my eye.  Her named was Lena.  The
boys in school were cruel to her.  They called her "Liking Lena".
That was crude implication that her pussy was always dripping.
The question was, it male cum dripping out of her or was she
dripping because she was over sexed?

	I felt she might be a kindred spirit because I didn't fit in
with the social elite either.  I suspected that her reputation of
having round heels might be an exaggeration.  I sought out her
company during lunch at school and befriended her.

	She was suspicious of my intentions at first.  It took me
several days to convince her that I was not trying to trap her into
making a confession so that I could belittle her like so many had
before.

	In time she confided to me that her reputation had started
when she was only 11-years old.  She developed a crush on an older
boy that was 15-years.  She confessed her love to him.  He told
her that the only way she could be his girl was suck his cock and
let him fuck her.  She did suck his cock for him several times.  He
would squirt some in her mouth and demand she swallow it.  Then
he would squirt the rest of his cum on her face.  She like she was
a woman pleasing her man.  She lay on her back and allowed him to
fuck her several times.  The pain of his penetrating her hymen
was the price she paid to please her man.

	Then she saw the other girls and boys snickering behind her
back.  She heard talk about her being a cock sucking whore.  The
boy she was in love with brought around his buddies and told her
that if she loved him she would suck the cocks of his friends and
let them fuck her.  I would have done anything he wanted and
allowed his friends to fuck me while I suck cocks.  After I had
done everything he asked of me he called me a whore and would
not have anything to do with me.  I have been a social outcast
ever since.  If a guy asks be for a date and I don't have sex with
them they brag to their friends about how I sucked their cocks
but when they smelled my pussy that could not stand the stench.

	I felt sorry for her.  I visited her home and saw that her
mother struggled to support the two of them without a husband.
Lena also looked very much like her mother.  Her mother seemed
to appreciate that I was her daughter's friend.  She allowed me
to stay overnight with her and invite Lena to spend the night at
my home too.

	I had to placate Amy now and then to keep her from
becoming jealous of my relationship with Lena.  I assured her that
I thought Lena would be a good member of our little group when I
taught her to accept our kind of sex.

	One night while I was spending the night at Lena's house we
were in her bed together.  It was a twin bed so we had to cuddle
close together.  Lena asked me, "Have you ever had sex with a guy
before?"

	I was so close to her when she asked the question I could
feel the moisture and smell her breath.  Our faces were so close I
was looking right into her eyes and our noses were practically
touching.  I thought very carefully before answering.  How should
I respond to reveal my preference for sex with girls?

	I said, "I have no desire to have sex with males at all."

	Lena asked, "Don't you get horny?"

	I said, "Of course I do.  I masturbate almost every night.
There are other ways to have sex that don't include males."

	Lena gave me a knowing look.  "Do you have sex with girls?"

	I paused again, "If you never tell anyone I might tell you
about the way I have sex."

	Lena said, "I promise that I will never tell anyone what you
tell me."

	I said, "Your right I have sex with girls.  When I was
spending the summer with my aunt when I was 15-years old she
taught me how much fun sex can be."

	Lena whispered, "I have had sex with a woman too."

	The way she said it I knew she didn't want to tell me who it
was.  I was pleased to find out that she had sex with a woman
before.  It meant that I did not have to seduce her.  Someone
had done that for me.  We were both in pajamas.  I had not
changed clothes in front of her before.  We had always taken
turns using the bathroom before.

	Now was the time to make my move.  I kissed her on the
mouth.  She had brushed her teeth before coming to bed.
Normally her breath and clothes smelled of cigarette smoke.  I
knew she smoked when I was not around.  On one hand I found
her smoking erotic.  It was the forbiddances that attracted me
to her.  While I was hugging her and kissing her on the mouth I
stuck my tongue in her mouth and felt the roof of her mouth
while I placed a hand on one of her breasts.

	She didn't resist my advance.  I unbuttoned the pajamas top
and pulled it aside to expose her breasts.  They were not all that
large but the areolas were very large.  They were almost brown in
color.  The nipples were fat too.  I rolled the nipple between my
fingers.  I felt her ribs rise and fall with every breath.

	She returned my kiss and felt my breast.  I wanted to see
her naked body.  I had never seen a girl like her before she had
what would be called olive shin.  There was a natural darkness
around her eyes like she had eye show makeup on.  Her eyes were
a dark brown color.  I unbuttoned the front of her pajamas top
and pulled the top aside to expose her breasts.  They were not
very large but the areolas covered almost half of her tits.  The
nipples were large too.  When I leaned over to suck on one of her
nipples I saw some dark hairs sticking out from under her arm.  I
had never seen a female that had not shaved their underarms
before.

	I just had to pull her pajama top off of her body so that I
could check out her underarms.  When I saw her underarms I
suspected that she had never shaven her underarms.  She had
quite a bit of dark underarm hair.  I could smell the strong aroma
was her sweat underarm hair.

	Seeing the underarm hair, I knew she would have hair on her
pussy.  I stared sucking on her nipple, while I untied the
drawstring on her pajama bottom.  As soon as the string was
loose, I shoved my hand into her bottoms and found that she did
in fact have a full bush.

	Lena did not resist.  In fact she lifted her butt up so that I
could pull her pajama bottoms down.  When I got them past her
knees she kicked her legs free of them.  She was lying on top of
her bed totally naked.  I was free to inspect her body at my
leisure.  I ran my hand through her moist pubic hair.  She spread
her legs for me, so that I could do whatever I wanted with her
pussy.  I was fascinated with how dark her labia were.  I took a
look at her asshole and found that it was just as dark.  There
were even dark hairs ringing her asshole.

	Every girl or woman I had sucked so far had been clean
shaven.  I had to taste her hairy pussy at least one time.  I
started licking her pussy.  It was not the taste that I did not like.
It was the fact that hairs would break off and get caught on my
tongue or in my throat.  I knew I was going to have to do
something about all of that hair if I was going to keep having sex
with her.  For the time being I parted her labia and tongued her
like the cunt sucker I was.  I even stuck a couple of fingers up
her ass before sticking my tongue in there too.

	Lena was very pleased with my efforts and took my pajamas
off of me so that she could suck my pussy.  He even commented
on how smooth my pussy was.  Apparently she had never sucked a
shaved pussy before.  We discussed the benefits of not having
any pubic hair for awhile.  I promised to shave her if she liked the
next time she spent the night at my house.

	A few nights later she was going to spend the night at my
house.  I had waited until my parents were not going to be home.
They wanted to spend the night with friends.  I convinced my
parents that Lena and I would not have any wild parties while they
were gone.  So they gave me permission to have her spend the
night with me.

	As soon as they were safely on their way we headed for the
bathroom.  I drew a warm bath and got all of my shaving
equipment ready.  We played around while we bathed for awhile.
Then I had her sir between my legs and lift her left arm.  She
bent her arm so that her hand was behind her head.  I covered
her underarm with shaving cream before I shaved her with a
safety razor.  When I finished shaving her underarm I rinsed her
arm and felt her underarm for any stubble.

	Lena felt her underarm and told me how strange it felt.  I
had her left the other arm and I repeated the process.  When
both arms were finished I had her sit on the rim of the tub and
spread her legs.  The first thing I did was use scissors to clip all
of her pubic hair as short as possible.  Then I applied shaving
cream all over her vulva and even her asshole area.  I started
shaving her pussy.  I rinsed each area and added cream as needed
until I had her pussy and ass as smooth as could be.  I used a
hand held shower nozzle to rinse her body one more time before
we got out of the tub.  When I drained the tub I made sure to
retrieve all of the pubic hair trapped by the drain screen and
flushed them down the toilet.  When we were dry I used my lotion
to insure she would not develop s rash.  We took our act to my
bedroom where I sucked her dark pussy and rimed her ass several
times before I showed her the toys Aunt Charlotte had given me.

	Lena learned that my toys didn't go soft after a climax like
boys did.  I fucked her until she had more than one climax.  By
the time she was begging me to let her recover she was telling me
that she loved me.  We became very close friends.

	I introduced her to Amy and the other girls.  Our little
group was soon expanded by one more girl that could not get
enough of oral sex with other girls.

	One morning I headed for Lena's home to see about getting
her alone.  When I knocked on the front door I was welcomed in
by Lean's mother.  She ushered me in, dressed in a house coat.
She thanked me for befriending Lena.  "I love what you did with
her hair and makeup."

	I said, "Thank you Mrs. Dunn."

	She said, "Call me Kathy."

	I had been aware that Kathy did look a lot like her daughter.
They had the same skin tone and the seductive eyes.  She had
much longer hair than Lena.  She was taller and had womanly wide
hips.  She said, "I would love for you to lighten up my hair too.

	I assured her, "I will be happy to do the same thing to your
hair.  I can bring everything with me the next time I come over."

	Kathy said, "I would love that.  Do you think you could do
something with my makeup right now?"

	"Sure thing, let's see what you have." I said.

	She led me to her bedroom and showed me her makeup.  I
had her sit in her dressing chair in front of her dresser and had
her wash remove her makeup with cold cream before starting.
She had at least plucked the hairs between her eyebrows.  I just
plucked a few hairs to give them a natural curve.  I applied just
enough mascara to fill them in.  She did have long eyelashes but
they needed a little thickening.  She normally used to dark a red
and drew her lip line to wide, which made her look cheap.  Just
like I had done with her daughter I used an eyebrow pencil to
draw in her natural lip line.  I selected a little darker shade of
orange-red and filled in her lips fading into the brown lip liner.
Making her lower lip end short of the corner of her mouth gave
her a more flattering and appealing look.  I only applied enough
blush to make her face rounder looking.  When she checked out
her face in her vanity mirror she was pleased with the look.  I had
one more thing to do.

	I took her hair brush and brushed her hair over my hand to
make large softer curls.  When I had the look I wanted I sprayed
just enough hair spray to hold her hair in place.  I was even
pleased with the look I had given her.

	Kathy turned to face me with a pleased smile on her face, "I
want to thank you for what you have done with my makeup."  Then
her face grew hard, "I just have one problem with what you did to
Leslie!"

	I thought she was going to accuse me of seducing her
daughter.  It frightened me to think that she was going to tell my
parents what I had done to Lena.

	Kathy said, "Why did you shave all of her pubic hair off?
What makes you think a woman should try to make herself look
like a baby?"

	I felt a little relief thinking she didn't know about me
seducing her daughter.  Then it dawned on me that she was the
one that had been Lena's first female lover.  That was a very
erotic thought to me.  I looked at her face very carefully as her
face hardened.  I frightened me to see the look on her face.

	Kathy turned her chair to face me, and with that she
unbuttoned the large buttons on her hose robe and parted the
robe to expose the fact that she did not have anything on under
her robe.  I took in her figure in a moment.  There was the
obvious fact that she was a mature woman that was starting to go
soft and her skin was starting to sag.  She had breasts that were
full C-cups with the same large areolas and nipples her daughter
had.  They were just softer and sagged more.  Her lower belly
folded over her vulva a little.  Her vulva was even hairier than
Lena's.  Her pubic hair was so thick that her shin was hidden from
view.  I could not see her pussy until she parted her legs.  Then I
saw the same dark labia that Lena's had, except hers were much
larger.  I was beginning to smell her pussy, even over the smell of
her powers and perfumes on her dresser.  I didn't have much time
to think about that.

	Kathy wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and
pulled my head down into her lap.  There was no doubt that what I
had smelled was the pungent aroma of her pussy.  My face was
brought in contact with her hairy pussy.  She ground my face
against her pussy.  It felt like my face was being rubbed into
some sort of steel wool.  I found the ridge above her clit was
slimy but stiff.  I was being smothered by her pussy.  There was
no reprieve.  I was forced to suck her pussy until she climaxed.
My reward was a mouth full of slimy juice.  I figured that after
she came she would let me up.  Did everything I could to make her
cum.  I could not believe how much I was enjoying sucking such a
hairy pussy.

	I did not expect what she did after she climaxed.  She
forced me to the floor, on my tummy.  She produced a strap-on
dildo while she was sitting on my back.  She strapped it on her
waist, before applying some sort of lubricant.  She positioned
herself on my back and drove the dildo deep into my asshole.  The
stabbing pain was unbelievable.  I was crying and begging her to
pull it out.  She moved her head right next to my right ear and
whispered venomously as spit dribbled from her mouth, "This will
teach you not to shave my baby's pussy without asking!"

	She fucked me until I was unable to even struggle.  I just
laid there in my own sweat too exhausted to move.  When she
finally rolled off of my body I reached back to feel my asshole.
It was gapping open.  Any effort to pucker my asshole sent a
stabbing pain through my ass.  I just lay there waiting for the
pain to pass.

	She rolled my body over.  It felt like every muscle in my
body felt like it had been use to the limit.  Kathy squatted over
my head and lowered her hairy asshole down to my mouth.  She
still had the dildo strapped on and it was resting on my chest as
she ground her asshole into my mouth.  I was too exhausted to
resist her.  I lost track of time.  She may have raped me for only
an hour of all day.

	At one point she had dragged me to the bathroom and had
me standing the bathtub.  She was holding me hands spread eagle
against the wall while she was peeing all over my back, before she
shoved the dildo back into my asshole.  That was where I was
when Lena came into the bathroom.

	She begged her mother to leave me alone.  Kathy just pulled
the dildo out of my ass and gagged Lena with it.  She peed on the
two of us and made us sit in the tub until it had dried.  We both
smelled of her pee.  She sat on the toilet and made us take turns
sucking her pussy.  Eventually she announced, "From now on you
are my property.  You have to tell me anytime you want to have
sex with another girl or woman.  The two of you can bath now."
With that she stood up and left us to clean up.

	From that day on I never question her when she lifted her
skirt.  I sucked her hairy pussy without question.  I learned to like
hairy and smelly pussies.  It was during that period that I became
attracted to my high school English teacher.

	My English teacher was a woman in her fifties.  She was a
plump blond.  Her hair was graying at the temples.  I found her
efforts to instill an appreciation of poetry amusing.  Very few of
the students had an ear for the rhythm in the spoken word.  I
would not have even given her a second thought if it had not been
for an accident one day after class.

	I was standing next to her desk turning in my homework
when the sexiest girls in the class, named Sue, dropped her books
on the floor and had to squat down to pick them up.  I happened
to notice what Ms. Baucus was looking at.  The way the girl
squatted down and bent over to retrieve her books allowed me and
Ms. Baucus to see right down the top of her dress.  Almost all of
her breasts were exposed.  As she had squatted down she had
rotated her knees sideways but as she held her books against her
chest to stand up we got a brief glimpse of her pink panties.  I
saw look on Ms. Baucus' face and recognized a brief look of lust in
her eyes.

	That had me thinking, that she might enjoy a lesbian
encounter.  I took and entreat in poetry.  I did a little research
into lesbian poetry.  I found the story of a British poet that
wrote in French just before the Twentieth Century.  She was just
what I was looking for.  There was an American woman living
openly as a lesbian in Paris, named Natalie Clifford Bamey, which
caught the eye of the poet Renee Vivien.  I selected one of her
poems to discuss with Ms. Baucus.

	I dropped by her classroom after the last bell and caught
her before she could leave.  I walked with her towards the
teacher's parking lot.  I told her I had had found a poem that I
found very erotic and interesting.

	I could tell that she became interested in what I was saying.
She said, "I'm very pleased that you are taking an interest in
poetry.  I was going to stop for a cup of tea to relax before
grading papers.  Would you like to join me?"

	I smiled, "Yes! Please."

	We drove to a coffee house right next to a book store
where she ordered two cups of herbal tea and a couple of scones.
We found an empty table for two and settled down to enjoy the
tea.  She said, "Now tell me about this poem that you are
fascinated with."

	I said, "I don't know if you have heard this poem or know the
poet or not.  The poem if called THE TOUCH."

	Ms. Baucus' face lit up, "Read it for me dear."

I held the poem in my hand and read.

THE TOUCH

The trees have kept some lingering sun in their branches,
Veiled like a woman, evoking another time.
The twilight passes, weeping. My fingers climb,
Trembling, provocative, the line of your haunches.

My ingenious fingers wait when they have found
The petal flesh beneath the robe they part.
How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art-
As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound.

I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips,
The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your upappeased breasts.
In your white voluptuousness my desire rests,
Swooning, refusing itself the kisses of your lips.

Ms. Baucus smiled a knowing smile.  "That is a very interesting
poem.  Do you know anything about the poet that wrote it?"

	I said, "I think she was a French poet about the turn of the
Twentieth Century named Renee Vivien."  I didn't want to let on
that I knew more.  I wanted to find out what her reaction would
be.

	Ms. Baucus sat there and quoted another poem from heart.

SORROWFUL BACCHANTE
Day no longer pierces, with proud arrow and lance,
the woods, amazing in their beauty nocturnal.
This is the turbid hour when Bacchantes dance,
Amidst oppressive rhythms, languid and vernal.
Their hair tangles, dripping with the blood of the vines;
Their lively feet, like the wings of the wind, are light,
And their rosy flesh, the suppleness of their lines,
Imbues the forest with ever-shifting delight.
The youngest sings a song which calls to mind a wail:
Her amorous breast, with deep sobbing, is heavy.
She is not at all like the others - she is pale.
Her face has the stormy bitterness of the sea.
The wine, where the sun of the season still persists,
No longer brings generous oblivion now;
She is half-drunk, but her sorrow never desists
And a wreath of dark leaves surrounds her pale brow.
To all in her, false gaiety brings weariness.
And the presentiment of cold and hard daybreak
Comes to corrupt the honied flame of the caress.
Among the festive roses she dreams, though awake.
What she remembers are the kisses they forget...
She cannot learn to desire without feeling grief,
She who gazes still, with melancholy beset,
At flowers dying after night orgies, so brief

	She reached across the small table and took one of my
hands in hers.  "I think you know more about her than you want to
admit."

	I smiled at her sheepishly.  I didn't want to say too much
until I knew you were familiar with her work.  You might have
been upset with her poetry."

	Ms. Baucus smiled, "I knew the minute you gave the title
that you knew we are sisters of Sappho."

	I said, "I suspected the other day when I saw the way you
checked out Sue's cleavage."

	Ms. Baucus suggested, "Why don't we finish our tea and
leave for a more private place?"

	I knew I better take her to Lena's home to meet Kathy
Dunn.  "I would like you to meet my Mistress."

	Ms. Baucus perked up at the word mistress.  "You have a
mistress?"

	"Yes Ma'am."

	We finished our tea and gathered up our belongings.  It was
only a short trip to Lean's home.  When I rang the doorbell Kathy
came to the door.  She was still dressed in her business clothes.
When she saw me and my guest she beamed and welcomed us into
her home.  She gave me a warm hug and a kiss before turned to
my guest and stuck out her hand in greeting even before I could
introduce my teacher.

	Ms. Baucus was studying Kathy's every move.  I suspected
that she was picturing her in some sort of erotic costume.  Kathy
gave me the look.  She wanted to know if I was bringing this
woman for her to check out.  I told her, "Ms. Baucus was my
English teacher and we had been discussing lesbian poetry.  I
figured I should get your permission before we go any farther."

Kathy said, "Why don't you go to my room and keep Lean Company
while I have a talk with your teacher."

	I let go of Ms. Baucus' hand and headed for the bedroom.  I
was not surprised to find Lena laying on the bed totally naked and
playing with her breasts and pussy.  She invited me to join her, so
I stripped off all of my clothes and got in bed with her.  She
asked me what was up while she was reaching for my pussy.

	I told her about bringing my English teacher for her mother
to check out.  She knew my teacher by sight but did not have a
class with her.  She wanted to watch what her mother was going
to do.  We slipped out of the bed and headed for the kitchen so
that we could spy on the living room.

	Kathy was sitting next to Ms. Baucus while she was talking
to each other.  We were close enough behind them to overhear
their conversation.  We did have to strain to understand what
they were saying.

	Kathy was telling Ms. Baucus, "I'm happy that Leslie brought
you around, so that I could meet you.  Lena and Leslie are my
property.  No one is going to get in their panties without my
permission."

	Ms Baucus commented, "I don't have Lena in any of my
classes.  I have seen her around campus, sometimes in the
company of Leslie.  I didn't know they had a personal
relationship."

	Kathy pressed her for information about what her sexual
preferences were.  Ms Baucus told how her grandmother taught
her the meter of poetry by tapping out the rhythm on my pussy
with her finger tip.  As she grew up she became a member of a
select group at her college that formed a little sorority of lesbian
students and faculty.  She became addicted to the younger
sisters of her classmates.

	She told her that when she became a teacher she was drawn
to the girls that were under five-feet tall.  She would read them
erotic poetry.  More often than not these girls were oblivious to
the meaning.  It was not all that common that a girl came along
that understood and was receptive to the idea of sex between
women.  She almost wet her pants when Leslie actually read a
lesbian poem to her and obviously understood the meaning.

	Kathy wrapped her arm around Ms Baucus' shoulders and
hefted a heavy breast with the other hand.  "I tell you what; if
you are willing to accept a little discipline at from me I will allow
my girls to share their bed with you."

	Ms Baucus asked, "What kind of discipline do you have in
mind?"

	Kathy chuckled, "I was thinking that you would submit to
bare bottom spankings from me."

	Ms Baucus beamed at the idea.  She obviously had indulged
in some sort of domination games before.  She allowed Kathy to
pull her across her lap and pull her dress up over her back and pull
her full panties down to her knees.  Kathy ran her hands all over
the full plump buttocks and even slipped her fingers between the
crack and stroked her from pussy to the dimples at the top of
her ass.  She even smelled her fingers before raising her hand and
bringing it down on her ass with a resounding clap that resounded
against the walls of the room.

	Lena and I could not resist masturbating each other while
we watched.  I was standing behind Lena and was groping one tit
with one hand while I was finger fucking her with the other hand.
Lena was reaching behind her own body and was sticking her
finger into my pussy.  We must have made enough noise that
Kathy heard us between spanks.

	She turned her head and saw us.  She motioned for us to
come around in front of them.  We came around the couch to
stand in front of them and watch Kathy spanking the teacher.

	Ms Baucus must have seen out naked legs and looked up at
us.  You could see the embarrassment flush her face as she
recognized to of students from her school standing there naked
watching her being spanked by the mother of one of them.  Her
body went stiff but she made no effort to stand up.  She would
not have been able to anyway.  Kathy had one arm around her
waist holding her down while she was spanking her with the other
hand.  When her ass was a bright red Kathy helped her stand up.
Ms Baucus was standing there with had panties around her ankles.
She was rubbing her bare butt with the palm of her hands.  Tears
stains were streaking her makeup.  Her mascara was running down
her cheeks.  She looked so variable standing there with the back
of her skirt up and her hands rubbing her ass.  I could not resist
approaching her and kissing her salty tasting cheek as I
unfastened the back of her skirt.

	While I was starting to undress her Kathy left for her
bedroom.  Lena joined in and helped me undress her.  We stripped
her of her shoes, panties, skirt and nylons first.  It was almost
amusing seeing a teacher standing there naked from the waist
down.  She still had on her suit jacket, blouse and her jewelry.
Ms Baucus has on had on fall colors.  The jacket was olive green
and brown with touches of yellow.  Her blouse was light green
satin.  She had on amethyst ear rings and the necklace was large
lumps of amethyst.  If you just looked at her from the waist up
she looked like the prim and proper teacher she was.  From the
waist down she was standing there in all of her naked glory.  Her
thick pubic hair was moist.

	Lena and I moved around her body peeling off items of
clothing as we circled her.  We also took full advantage of the
opportunity to feel her warm ass or her damp pubic hair.  When
we freed her large breasts of her bra we each took possession of
one of her tits.  We were squeezing them while we sucked on her
nipples.  She could not resist stroking our hair while we sucked on
her tits.  We were busy sucking them when Kathy emerged from
the bedroom.

	She was dressed up in her sexiest dominatrix costume.
From the ground up she had on six-inch stiletto boots.  They were
knee high boots that were skin tight.  She had on dark nylons.
She did not have any panties on so that her ample butt cheeks
were exposed.  Her unshaven pubic area was fully exposed, even
Ms Baucus was impressed by the amount pubic hair she was
sporting.  She had on a corset made out of black leather that had
eight garter straps to support her nylons stretched over her butt,
thighs and front.  The top of the corset was manufactured with
push up cups that lifted her breasts up and made them look even
larger than they are.  The nipples were sticking straight out in
front of her body.  She had let her hair down so that it was
flowing over her shoulders like the mane on a Lion.  She looked
like a very threatening woman.  The look was a classical Amazon
warrior dominatrix.  She was carrying a soft split leather multi
strand whip.  The whip would not leave a lasting mark on anyone's
flesh but it sure would get their attention.

	When Ms Baucus saw her she became very submissive when
she saw Kathy.  She did not resist when Kathy wrapped the
strands of the whip around her neck and led her to the dining
table.  She placed her on top of the table on her back, like she
was a living center piece.  Lena and I took hold of her wrists and
stretched her arms out.  Kathy drew the whip across her breasts
slowly before she drew back her arm and laid nine strips across
her tits with one swing of her arm.  Mss Baucus let out a painful
moan.  Kathy laid another blow across her tits before working her
way down her body until her belly was as red as her butt had
been.  Kathy worked her way around the table until she was
standing at the end of the table.  She whipped her pussy until Ms
Baucus was begging for mercy.

	I could not resist straddling her hand and ramming my pussy
against her fist.  While I was doing that Lean mounted the table
and squatted over Ms Baucus' head.  Her pubic hair was growing
back in.  The pubic hairs were just long enough to act like
sandpaper.  When she rubbed her pussy on the teacher's face she
was actually scrapped enough skin cells from her face to make her
skin raw.  Whenever Lena rocked backwards enough to allow me to
see her lower face I saw her chin all red and she was tongue was
sticking out.  When Lena moved forward her labia folded back
over the tongue.  Lean was defiantly was enjoying herself, judging
from the sounds she was making.  Ms Baucus was a little harder
to tell if she was enjoying the treatment because she was muffled
more.  When Lena climaxed and sat on the table above Ms Baucus'
head.

	Kathy took the opportunity to use the handle of her whip to
fuck Ms Baucus' pussy.  She used the fingers of her right hand to
rub her clit while used her left hand to drive the handle deep into
her pussy.  Ms Baucus was reduced to a whimpering rag doll as she
had one climax after another.

	I was still ramming my pussy against her fingers but I bent
over and grasped one of her big tits and started sucking on the
nipple as hard as I could.  My efforts eventually gave me a
satisfying climax too.

	Lena and Kathy helped Ms Baucus slide off of the table.
The helped her walk back to the living room and sat her back on a
comfortable reclining chair.  She was exhausted and just sat
there with her eyes closed.  I had followed them after I had
wiped the table clean of the pussy juice that Lena and Ms. Baucus
had smeared all over the table.

	Kathy and Lena sat on the couch so that Lena could
masturbate her mother because she had been the only one not
gotten off.  I approached Ms Baucus. She opened her eyes when
she felt my hand resting on her knee.  She smiled at me, and took
hold of my wrist and brought my hand up to her lips and kissed
them.

	I sat on her lap and rested my head on her shoulder.  We
kissed each other's lips lovingly.  I could not resist taking her big
breast in my hand and playing with her nipple while we kissed.  She
was also stroking my freshly shaved pussy.  I was soaking wet.
Her fingers were slipping between my labia easily.  Her touch was
electrifying.  I was squirming around on her lap uncontrollably.
When I climaxed she removed her hand and even I could smell her
hand as she smelled her fingers and sucked on them.  She laid me
on the couch with my head on the overstuffed arm and placed my
left leg over the back of the couch.  She supported herself on the
arm of the couch as she hovered over me and started kissing me
on my face.  She kissed me very delicately all over my face before
she parted my lips and stuck her tongue into my mouth.  I could
not believe how much it thrilled me having her kissing me so
lovingly while her big tits dangled over my body, brushing my own
tits.

	She kissed her way down my body stopping at my young
breasts to suck on my nipples for the longest time.  When she
abandoned my breasts they were red with little hickies she had
sucked all them.  I knew she was heading for my pussy and tried
to push her head down to my cunt, but she was in no hurry.  She
took her time working her way down to my pussy.

	When she finely had her head between my legs she did
things with her tongue and mouth that drove me to distraction.
When she sucked on my clit I lost control of my bladder and
squirted pee in her face.  Rather than getting upset she placed
her mouth over my cunt and sucked on my pussy until I peed in
her mouth.  I fell in love with her at that moment.  We were
lovers for many years.



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