Date: 4 Jul 2001 15:08:00 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Caterina ( Incest F/F F/f)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a woman and a girl.  If this type of
content offends you, or you are under the age of 18 do not read
it.

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                           Caterina
                              By
                             Jan

	I live in Milan, Italy the largest city in the Italian Alps.
Like most of my girlfriends I was educated in a Catholic school.
When I was in upper level school we were required to wear a
uniform that was a gray skirt, black stockings, white blouse and
black sweater.  I was by nature a shy and naive girl.  On one
occasion I forgot to get books out of my locker to take home.  So
I returned to the school and went down the old central corridor
to my wall locker to get my books.  On the way out of the
building I heard a noise coming from the room of our Italian
literature classroom.

	When I looked in the small window on the door, the sight
I saw shocked me.  Sitting behind her desk was our teacher
facing the door.  Her head was tilted back and her mouth was
open.  Her skirt was gathered up around her waist.  Her panties
were hanging from the heal of her shoe on her right foot.
Between her legs was one of my classmates.  I only knew her by
sight.  She was on her knees holding the teachers legs open and
her head was pressed tightly into the crotch of the women.

	I only watched for a second and quickly slipped out of the
building.  It bothered me all night.  I asked my best friend the
next day what was going on.  She told me that the teacher is a
lesbian and the girl is too.  Several teachers and nuns are
lesbians.  Have you noticed that that girl hangs out with just a
few girls in school?  I had not thought about it before, but it was
true that she only ate lunch with a group of about six or seven
girls.  I asked what they were doing and my friend told me that
she was kissing the teacher on her pussy.  I said something like,
"You mean she was kissing her where she pees?"  I blushed
from my ignorance, as my friend told me that is exactly what
they were doing.  I put that out of my mind until much later.

	When I was sixteen the wife of my mother's younger
brother asked me if I would like to spend a week in the
mountains with her and one of her friends that she had grown up
with.  I was thrilled at the idea that she thought of me as an adult
and wanted me to go on holiday with her.  I agreed without
hesitation.  My mother gave me permission to go with
Genevieve.

	We drove north into the mountains to a ski resort town.  I
learned on the way that her friend was a writer and had several
books published.  She had moved to Switzerland to be near her
publisher years ago.  So the two of them only saw each other
three or four times a year.  They had gone to school with each
other and were dear friends.

	When we arrived it was late and the sun was going down.
The beauty of the woman that came out of the cabin to great us
struck me speechless.  She was tall with blonde hair that
cascaded down her back and blue eyes that sparkled.  When
Genevieve opened her door they hugged and kissed each other
warmly.  The sparkle in Genevieve eyes was unmistakable.

	Then she introduced Angelina to me.  She told her that I
was Caterina, her favorite nice.  I received a warm hug and a
strong kiss on the mouth from her.

	We gathered up our luggage and took them into the cabin.
It was an old ski cabin that had been made out of logs.  I was
shown a small room in the loft of the cabin.  I put my bags on
the bed and put my stuff in the chiffonnier and wardrobe closet.

	We were tried and went to bed early after a glass of wine.
I found that all of the heat in the cabin filled the loft.  I opened
the window in my room as I settled down to go to sleep.  I heard
voices coming from the room below mine.  I could not make out
what they were saying and drifted off to sleep.  During the night
a noise woke me up, or it could have been just sleeping in a
strange bed.  But I became aware of a rhythmic thumping of
wood.  I tried to figure out what it was.  But grew tired and went
back to sleep.

	In the morning when I got dressed and after brushing my
teeth and peeing in the little bathroom in the loft I joined my
aunt and her friend in the kitchen area for toast and coffee.
When I got to inspect the rest of the house I was a little shocked
to discover that Genevieve and Angelina has shared the master
bedroom and bed.

	The first couple of days I explored the mountain behind
the cabin.  It was so refreshing to hike the trails and about the
only noise you heard was from woodpeckers echoing knock on
the trees.  On the third day it was raining so I stayed home.
Genevieve took the car to town to buy groceries.  That left
Angelina and me alone.

	We were sitting on the couch as she confided in me that
Genevieve and her had become special friends when they were
in school years ago.  I was too naive to understand what she was
saying.  She told me that they only got to see each other three or
four times a year.  They wanted to spend as much time with each
other as possible.  She told me that I was welcome to join them
in the pleasures of Sapho if I liked.  If not to please just keep it
to myself and not bother them.  I had no idea what she was
talking about.  I told her in all innocence that, I didn't want to
interfere with their reunion.

	At night I thought about the nose I heard coming from the
bedroom.  It began to dawn on me that they may be doing what
that girl had been doing to the teacher.  When I went for my
daily walks I made it a point to return to the cabin by a trail that
would allow me to look in the window of their bedroom from
behind the cover of trees.

	I was rewarded the next day to discover the window open
and the drapes blowing in the breeze.  What I saw made a lump
in my throat and my heard race.  On the top of the bed was
Angelina on her back totally nude. Genevieve was crouching
over the top of her, nude too.  She was kissing Angelina's
breasts and sucking on them.  As she turned her body around so
that she could kiss Angelina on the pussy her butt was pointed
right at the window.  I could see her dark anus and the black hair
that covered her vagina.  I saw Angelina reach between her legs
and run her fingers between the valley of her crack.  I had no
idea what was going on, when she pushed her thumb into
Genevieve's cunt and a finger into her asshole.  But from the
way her hips were moving she must have enjoyed what was
going on.

	Finally Angelina rolled them over so that she was on top
of Genevieve and she straddled her head.  I could see her licking
my aunt.  And my aunt would lift her head up and I could see
her cheeks as she kissed Angelina on the pussy.  Angelina
lowered her body down until Genevieve's head was almost
invisable behind her legs and hips.  I watched them until
Angelina roll off of her and the rested in a pool of sweat.

	When the week was over they were crying as the hugged
and kissed good bye to each other.  Angelina gave me
instructions to look after my aunt in her absence.  The ride home
was in quiet contemplation.  I was thinking about what I had
learned this past week.  For the next week all I could think about
was what I had seen.  I wondered if Aunt Genevieve really
wanted me to join her in her bedroom that week.

	The beginning of the second week home I told my mother
that I wanted to visit Aunt Genevieve on the way home from
school that day.  All I could think about that day was what I
wanted to ask Genevieve.  My friends had to yell at me all day
to bring me back to the question they were asking.

	When I arrived at my aunt and uncle's home, she was
busy preparing dinner.  She had on a flower covered apron and
her hands were covered in polenta meal.  She hugged me with
her wrists turned out so that she would not get any of the polenta
or flower on my clothes.  I followed her into the kitchen and sat
on a stool so that I could talk to her, as she returned to making
the dinner.  I knew that my uncle would not be home for hours
yet.

	Genevieve asked me what she could do for me?  She
knew by my manner that I wanted to ask her something.

	I finally asked her what Saffo was?

	Genevieve blushed and asked me where I had heard that
word?

	I told her that Anglena had offered to let me join the two
of you in Sapho.

	Genevieve got a hard look on her face and said that
Angelina should not have said anything about that.

	I insisted that I wanted to know what she was talking
about.  Did it have anything to do with what I saw the two of
you doing in the bedroom?

	Genevieve dropped a ball of polenta on the floor as her
hands went to her mouth.  Are you telling me that you watched
us in bed?

	I told her that I watched through the window after my
walks after the third day.  And I heard the noise through the
bedroom window every night.  I figured you were doing the
same thing at night.

	Genevieve picked up the ball of polenta and dropped it in
the trash as she washed her hands.  She approached me as she
wiped her hands on her apron.  She sat on the stool next to me
and took me in her arms.  She told me about the lyrical poet
Sapho's philosophy about men being inferior to women and how
the Island of Lesbos has lent it's name to the term lesbianism.

	I told her about what I had seen at school that day.  She
told me that a lot of women love to make love to each other.  I
asked her if she wanted to make love to me like she did to
Angelina?

	She hugged me tightly and kissed me on the mouth.  I had
the strangest feeling in my tummy.  Her kiss grew more urgent
as her tongue pried my lips open.  She was sucking on my
tongue as we kissed.

	Genevieve's hand went to my knee and slid up my thigh
until it was resting on my cotton panties.  They were so wet that
I felt like I must have peed in them.  Her finger pulled the leg
aside and her finger ran through the hair that I had grown over
the top of my pussy.  She curled the hair around her finger into
little ringlets.  When her finger pushed the hood over my clitoris
back and touched that little button of flesh I jumped off the
stool.

	Genevieve started to apologize for what she did.  I put my
finger to her lips and grabbed her hand and pulled it back to my
crotch.  I told her that no one had ever touched me there before.
Genevieve gathered me in her arms and kissed me again as tears
ran down her cheek.

	She guided me to the bedroom.  She sat on the side of the
bed as she undressed me.  She took off my sweater blouse and
my bra with a B cup first.  As she started removing my skirt she
leaned forward and took my youthful little nipples in her mouth.
I was holding her head as my skirt; half-slip and panties fell to
the floor.

	I stepped out of my shoes and was nude except for the
black knee sox. Genevieve held me at arm length while she
looked at my nude body.  I fell so strange and shifted my weight
from one foot to the other.  She was moving her eyes all over my
body and followed her eyes with her hands.  She told me how
lovely my breasts were.  Then she ran her hands down my body
until they were between my legs.  She pride open the lips of my
vagina and told me how sweet my virgin cunt looked.

	When she leaned forward and kissed my cunt my knees
went week.  She had to hold me up, as her tongue explored the
opening to my cunt.  I felt a little cramp as her tongue pressed on
my hymen.  Then she leaned back and turned me around.  She
ran her hands over my butt and then slid a finger from the
dimple in my lower back down the valley until it reach my anus.
She ran her finger around the puckering hole until it was
slippery.  Then I felt the tip of her finger probe the hole.  It hurt
a little and I could not help dancing on my tiptoes.

	Genevieve stood up then and lay me on the bed
lengthwise.  Then she pulled her apron over her head.  Then she
reached behind her back to undo the zipper and pull the dress
down her arms.  The dress fell to the floor and she stepped out of
it and removed her shoes with her toes.  She pulled the slip over
her head.  What a thrill to see my Aunt standing in front of me in
just her bra and panties.  She had small breasts. They were not
much larger than mine were.  When she unhooked the bra and
the cup fell forward I saw her large brown nipples with areolas
that almost covered half of her breasts.  I reached for them like a
child would reach for a toy.  I had each one in my hands as she
bent forward to pull her panties down.

	Her panties were high-legged hip-huggers, not much more
than lace bikinis.   They rolled up into a little ball of material as
they went down her legs.  She had to lift her legs on at a time to
pull them over her feet.  When she did that I had my first look at
her pussy.  She must have shaved it because no hair showed out
of the legs of her panties.  It was a close cropped little rectangle
of black hair above her cunt.  When she lifted her legs the labia
opened up to reveal the pink chasm.  My mouth watered as I
looked at her.  At the same time my throat felt dry.

	Then Genevieve lay next to me on the bed.  She
encouraged me to explorer her body with my hands.  As I was
feeling her breasts and vagina she was doing the same to me.
She then started kissing me on the mouth and worked her way
down to my breasts.  They felt hard from all of her sucking.  The
she scooted down and lay between my legs so that she was
looking right at my pussy.  What a thrill ran through my body
when she licked me from my asshole to my clitoris.  She
gathered up the flesh that included my clit and sucked it into her
mouth and pulled her head back until the skin was stretched up
until it hurt me.

	She was so good at it that I climaxed in her mouth in
minutes.  I was spent and could only lie there panting as my
heart pounded in my chest. Genevieve crawled up next to me
and put her arm under my head as I recovered.  When I opened
my eyes I asked her if I should do the same thing to her?

	Genevieve kissed me on the cheek and told me that she
would love it, but only if I wanted to do it.

	I pressed my lips to her mouth and told her that I wanted
to find out what it was like more than anything in the world was.
So I started kissing her on the mouth.  It was strange to taste my
own pussy on her mouth.  But it was thrilling too.

	I felt the blood pulsing through her neck as I kissed my
way to her breasts.  When I got to the areola my mouth barely
covered the brown area.  My tongue whipped the nipple until
she was holding the back of my head so tightly that I could not
breathe.  I reached for her crotch and found that here lips were
wet and slippery.  I traced the edge of her pubic hair with my
finger.

	I combed the hair with my fingers until Genevieve
grabbed my hand and forced it down to her crack.  She had a
clitoris that was swollen a little and the skin above it was pulled
back to expose a little dick like thing only a little smaller than
my youngest brother's dick.  I took it between my finger and
thumb and roll and pulled it a little. Genevieve begged me to
either make her cum or kiss it.

	I scooted down the bed until I had my head over her cunt
like I had seen her do to Angelina.  As I kissed her labia lips I
felt her hand probing my cunt and anus too.  I explored the hole
with my tongue.  My work was rewarded with the sound of
Genevieve giving out with a satisfied moan that told me that she
had climaxed just like I had.

	Long before my uncle got home we had dressed and I
helped her make dinner.  The three of use had dinner together.
>From that day on I spent as much time at her house and went on
holidays with her and Angelina.

	Of course I made friends with that group of girls at school
and became a favorite of the teachers and nuns at school too.



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