Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2008 22:45:12 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Country Rose (lesbian / inest, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl
and her Aunt.  If this type of content offends you
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Country Rose
By
Jan

	It was a stormy night in the Ozark Mountains
when Mama Mabel died from pulmonary edema
(phenomena).  To the country folks it was simply
called consumption.  The locals had buried her
quickly in the cemetery next to the simple wooden
church where all the family had been baptized,
married, and buried dating back to the days when
Daniel Boone brought settlers to the mountains of
Kentucky.

	Mabel was a devoutly religious woman that had
married her local teenaged lover when she was just a
teenager herself.  He made his living distilling alcohol
and transporting it to market in Little Rock.  She
had given birth to the first child just before her
husband had been killed as he tried to evade Federal
agents from the Alcohol Firearms and Tobacco
(ATF) agency on a mountain road driving a high
performance car that had a tank built in for
transporting untaxed bootlegged alcohol.  They had
named the girl Rosemarie.

	Mabel was forced to raise her child by herself
because she refused to marry again.  She managed
to grow their own food and with the help of the
church congregation Mabel and her daughter
managed to get along.  She was still an attractive
woman when she passed away even if she and
Rosemarie never had more than two dresses at any
time.

	It seems to be a contradiction that such
fundamentalist religious people that take the bible
so literally can accept that some of their church
members make their living breaking federal law by
making outlaw alcohol and even growing marihuana.

	Mountain people are a close knit group that
distrusts city folks, even their own when they
abandon the mountains and become corrupted by
city ways.  Mabel's sister had fled the mountains and
moved to St Louis as a teenager.

	When Mabel passed away the reverend of the
non-denominational church found out where Mabel's
sister, Frankie, lived and contacted her to inform
her that her sister had passed away.  He had even
suggested that he was willing to take Rosemarie in so
that she could be brought up in a Christian
household in the same manner he was sure Mother
Mabel would want.

	When Sister Frankie got the letter she read it
several times and got madder every time she read it
because she was very familiar with the bigoted
mountain Christian households.

	She made sure to see a lawyer and get the
papers that gave her legal custody of her niece
before she drove back to the mountains she had
been raised in.  She had tried to forget the place
but as she drove her car up the mountain she
recognized all of the landmarks and remembered the
colloquial names given them.  The homes set off of
the road still looked like they needed painting and
repair.  The barns looked like a strong wind would
bring them down.  She passed through the little
town on her way to the church.  She could see the
locals casting suspicious eyes at her car because
they didn't trust lowlanders as they called anyone
they didn't recognize as mountain folk.

	She remembered everything about the church,
the creaky raw wood floorboards, the musty smell
and hypocrisy of the congregation.  They would
stand shoulder to shoulder confessing false sins on
Sunday and then spend their Saturday nights
fucking their neighbor's wife.  She was sure half of
the women were guilty of adultery because their
children looked like several different men from the
area.  She had even been raped by a married man old
enough to be her father when she was only 12-years
old.  She had been stupid enough to think it was her
fault that he could not resist her good looks.

	The minister of the congregation knew who the
man was.  Because he was married to a good woman
(as he put it) and had 8 children he had encouraged
her not to accuse him publicly.  That had been the
reason she had fled the mountains as soon as she
could.

	When she arrived at the church's parking lot
and entered the church she was greeted by the
preacher and his wife.  It had not been ten years
since the last time she had see her but she looked at
least 20 years older.  There were two bare foot
children clinging to her simple dress.

	The woman did not recognize her at first but
when she told the woman who she was she was given
a warm greeting that rang as phony as a cracked
bell.  She told them she was there to take her niece
home with her.  They tied to assure her that
Rosemarie would be better off being raised in the
mountains surrounded with good Christian folks.
Frankie did not want to argue with them.  "If you
don't mind I would like to just get my niece and get
out of the mountains before the sun goes down."

	The mister's wife reluctantly called Rosemarie
in and introduced her to her aunt.  She also tried to
get her to tell her aunt that she wanted to stay with
them in the mountains.

	Rosemarie knew about her aunt and had seen
pictures of her back when she was her age.  There
was a strong family resemblance between them.
They were both blonds with clear blue eyes.  If you
were to look at the pictures of Frankie when she was
a teenager you would think they were pictures of
Rosemarie.  They both had braids and simple print
dresses that looked as if Rosemarie had been
dressed in the same dress that Frankie had worn at
that age.

	Rosemarie was fascinated by her aunt.  She
thought she looked like a movie star.  The hair was
styled very fashionably.  Her clothes were the latest
style.  She had never met a woman that had more
than just lipstick on.  Frankie had plucked eyebrows
and eye makeup.  The makeup hid every skin flaw and
was applied so skillfully, no one would even notice she
had makeup on.  She wanted to talk to her even while
she was gathering up her few belongings and putting
them in a paper grocery sack.

	The preacher and his wife tried one last time
to prevent Frankie from taking Rosemarie but
Frankie simply showed them her legal document and
assured them if she had to, she would bring a
marshal to enforce it.  That ended the conversation.
They drove away with the preacher's wife holding
her youngest child in her arms crying.

	When they got to St. Louis, Rosemarie was
impressed with the city.  She had never seen homes
so close together before or buildings so tall.  She
had only seen pictures of the steel "Gateway to the
West Arch" before, now she could not believe how
tall it was.

	Her aunt drove through the town to a suburb
with each block arranged in even rows, the homes
were well kept, the lawns were manicured and the
streets were shaded by trees.  Her aunt pulled her
car into a driveway of a modest home but it looked
like a mansion to Rosemarie.  In fact the only cars
she had ever seen that looked as new as hers had
been alcohol tankers.

	Frankie got her settled in and made
arrangements for her to go to school.  Before her
niece would have to endure the insults of being a
country girl she saw to it that Rosemarie got a new
wardrobe.  While they were shopping and trying on
the new clothes Frankie got to see her niece naked.

	Rosemarie was a well developed young woman of
14-years.  She had un-braided her hair, put it in a
ponytail, and trimmed her bangs before taking her
shopping.  Rosemarie had never had the pleasure of
soaking in a tub of warm, scented water.  She was
treated to a manicure and pedicure.  She had never
had her underarms shaved or her pubic hair
trimmed.  She felt like she was being treated like a
queen at the beauty parlor.

	Frankie saw to it that she was treated to a full
makeover.  A beautician shaved her underarms for
the first time.  Poor Rosemarie had to endure a
bikini hot waxing for the first time too.  The woman
used a wooden tongue depressor to apply the hot
wax to the inside of her legs where they joined the
trunk of her body.  Then the woman pressed a strip
of cloth into the hot wax.  When the wax cooled she
ripped the cloth up.  It hurt like hell but it also
pulled the unwanted hairs out by the roots.  What
was left was trimmed to an even length that looked
like a brown runway above her pussy.

	At her age her legs hardly had any peach fuzz
on them.  When her body had been properly
transformed from a country girl to a fashionable
city girl, they went shopping.  They bought her
everything from head to toe.  Rosemarie had never
known anyone that owned more than three pairs of
shoes.  Now she had that many pairs of tennis shoes.
She had flat pumps in almost every primary and
secondary color.  She also had two and three inch
heels in a wide variety of colors.  She had sandals,
shower shoes and even hand made cowboy boots.
She could not believe anyone could have so many
shoes but that was just the beginning.

	The guest room had been made into her
bedroom and the closet had been filled with clothes
for all occasions and the dresser had been filled
with underclothes.  For a girl that had never had
more than three underpants and one bra to suddenly
have two weeks worth of panties and a half dozen
bras she felt like a princess.  She had a makeup
supply every bit as extensive as her aunt's.  She was
treated to makeup lessons to teach her how to apply
her own makeup.  By the time she was ready for
school no one would ever call her a hillbilly.

	Frankie also warned her that teenagers were
horny little animals and they would try to get into
her panties.  Rosemarie assured her that she knew
all about the lust in boys.  Frankie wondered if her
niece had been raped by one of the mountain boys or
even one of the horny old men like she had been.
She didn't want to ask the question though.
Rosemarie was the one that wanted to discuss sex.

	Rosemarie said, "Boys have been trying to get
in my panties from the time I was a girl.  Some of
the men have been hanging around after I got tits.
I'm so glad you came and got me because the
minister had been telling me that it was my duty to
be god's vessel and bare his children because his wife
had so many children that any more would be a
danger to her life."

	Frankie was mad enough to kill the self-
righteous asshole.  "Honey, there is no reason you
have to surrender your body to the carnal desires of
any dirty son-of-a-bitch.  If you ever fall in love
with a man then you will want to make him happy."

	Rosemarie said, "I don't think I ever want to
have anything to do with men.  All of my girlfriends
had babies before they finished school and got fat.
I don't want to end up like them, barefoot and
pregnant most of the time."

	Frankie had no intention of telling her niece
that she had adopted a lesbian lifestyle herself.  It
had been her plan to keep her sexual escapades from
Rosemarie.  She did not even know if she would ever
tell her about her girlfriends.

	Rosemarie settled in to her new lifestyle
quickly enough.  She did well in school and made
friends quickly.  It was not long before she
developed a close friendship with a girl in her class
that lived only a couple of blocks away.  They
became so close that they spent as much time at
each other's home as they did at their own.

	Rosemarie's friend was only a couple of
generation's way from hillbillies themselves.  Her
name was Carol-Ann.  She had been named after her
maternal grandmother.  Her grandmother's named
reeked strongly of the hills.  She hated the
hyphenated name and just went by Carol.

	Carol wanted Rosemarie to tell her about what
it was like in the hills.  She wanted to know if there
was as much inbreeding as city folks thought.

	Rosemarie thought that was funny because
there were plenty of families within courting
distance that fooling around with family was not as
big a problem as suspected.  There were rumors that
this or that man was fucking his daughters but
nothing for sure.  It was not uncommon for the boys
in the families to be the first males to sleep with
younger sisters.  Most of the girls were married
before they were sophomores in high school and had
3 or 4 children before they were twenty-years old.
She told her how the preacher she was living with
was coming into the bedroom she was sharing with
his daughters and feeling her up while he tried to
talk her into playing with his pecker.

	Carol wanted to know what it looked like and
what it felt like.  Rosemarie told her all about what
it looked like.  Her fingers could barely touch when
she wrapped her hand around it.  She described how
the knob was covered with skin that slipped back to
expose a purple wet knob that he wanted her to suck
on.  She told her friend that she never did because
it was so nasty smelling.

	Carol also asked her if she had ever had sex
with another girl before.  Rosemarie didn't want to
admit to any such activity on her part.  The religious
community condemned any sexual activity that would
not produce children.  If a couple happened to make
babies with other partners the male was looked upon
as just a viral man with needs beyond his wife's
ability to satisfy.  If a woman happened to have a
bastard by another man she was called a tramp
behind her back but never to her face because it
was a common joke that if they were to chastise all
of the women that had bastards, half of the
congregation would be expelled.  They would just say
that she was too good looking for her own good.

	She had never admitted to anyone that a
couple of women that had looked after her while her
mother worked in the tobacco fields had played with
her pussy and had her suck on their tits and play
with their pussies.  She was starting to suspect the
preacher's wife too.  The woman spent far too much
time washing the children.  She had talked to her
about wanting to teach her how to keep her private
parts clean as if her own mother had not talked to
her about that, years before.

	She did feel that it would titillate Carol if she
told her about some stories she had heard about a
few of the mountain women.  She told Carol about a
social worker that came up the mountain to interview
the wife of a man that was in jail for transporting
untaxed alcohol.  The woman found her living in a
shack alongside the road in the hills.  The woman was
hardly more than a child and had three children in
diapers.  Two were still sucking on her tits.  The
third was quick to discard the diaper almost as quick
as it was pinned on.  The social worker was shocked
to see such a young girl living like that.

	The girl was washing clothes in a number 10
wash tub by hand.  She found out that she had been
knocked up by 13, married and had the first child by
14.  The second child came by 15 and the third by
16.  She was just 16-years old when the social
worker came into her life.

	Kentucky is one of only two states that allow
girls that young to marry.  The social worker would
have liked to have her husband charged with rape
but such things are legal in the state.  Her presence
in the hill country was suspect by the locals looked
upon her as a representative of the hated meddling
law.

	She got the girl onto the welfare program in an
effort to improve her way of life a little.  She hung
around long enough to teach her about ways to
stretch her money and still cook satisfying meals.
She also instructed her on hygiene and birth control.
The mountain girl was uncomfortable talking to a
stranger about such subjects, besides; their
preacher didn't believe any woman should practice
birth control.  Some of the mountain birth control
practices were about as effective as knocking on
wood.  The number of children in each family gave
proof that whatever birth control was being used,
didn't work.  It was just as well that a girl was safe
for at least 9 months after they got knocked up.  If
it were not for miscarriages they would have
children every ten or eleven months.

	When the social worker was teaching her how
to clean her sexual organ and how to insert
diaphragms and IUD's she discovered that the gal
got turned on.  The social worker did not resist when
the girl started kissing her and humping her fist.

	The story went that the girl was having sex
with her when her husband got out of jail on bail and
came home to find them in bed together.  It was
said that he shot the social worker with a pump
shotgun and turned his wife into hamburger meat
with the remaining four rounds in the gun.  He was
arrested for murder.  The local people protested
because they felt it was justifiable homicide
because the women were agents of the devil.  The
trial was still going on.

	There was also a story running around the hills
that a woman that lived by herself alongside the
creek.  They say that she seduced young girls that
visited her.  Supposedly the parents of a girl
followed her to the woman's cabin and barged in on
them while they were in the act of sucking each
other's pussy.  All that was for sure was the woman
was never seen again.

	Carol wanted to know if the stories were true.
Rosemarie only shrugged her shoulders in response.
That frustrated Carol, "Come on surely you know of
some stuff that was true."

	Rosemarie just smiled, "I did see some cousins
doing it at a family reunion; they put all of us girls in
one bedroom.  There were four girls in the bed and
even more on the floor.  I saw a couple of older
cousins mount each other and suck each other's
pussy."

	Rosemarie didn't miss that Carol was more
interested in the stories about what mountain girls
having sex did than she was about what men did.
She asked her, "Why are you so interested in what
mountain girls do with each other?"

	Carol whispered, "When my parent's relatives
come for visits the adults get my bedroom and us
children make bedrolls on the living-room floor.
When I was about 10-years old, one of my cousins
asked me during the night if I was having my periods
yet.  When I told her that I had not had one yet,
she told me that when she started having her
periods she got so horny she could not get enough
sex.  She showed me her pussy and it had dark hair
on it like my mom's.  She pulled up my nightie and
inspected my hairless pussy.  She went down on me
and licked my pussy for awhile before she turned
around on top of me and lowered her pussy down to
my mouth.  It smelled very strong but I did lick her
pussy until she moaned and ground her pussy into my
face.  I found out that a lot of my cousins like to
suck pussies.  Do you like to do that too?"

	Rosemarie smiled to herself.  "I have heard
about such things but never done it myself."

	Carol asked, "Would you like to do it with me?"

	Rosemarie kissed her on the lips in answer.  She
also placed her hand between Carol's legs at the
same time.  Carol was all over her.  She wrapped her
legs around one of Rosemarie's legs.  She fumbled
with her clothes until she got her breasts out so
that she could play with them and suck on them.

	Rosemarie and Carol became constant
companions after that they wanted to be with each
other all of the time.  Frankie started to suspect
that they were having a sexual relationship.  At first
she thought it was just a phase they were going
through and they would outgrow it as soon as they
discovered boys.  It was not her intention to let her
niece discover that she was a lesbian.  It was only a
matter of time before one or the other would find
out about the other.

	Frankie went out of her way to avoid walking in
on the girls while they were playing.  She always
announced her presence when entering the house so
the girls could make themselves presentable.  She
had no desire to confront or embarrass the girls.

	Rosemarie wondered why her aunt never talked
about dating men.  She rarely had nights to herself.
The most she ever said was that she was having
dinner with a business associate.  She could not
believe her aunt was living the life of a celibate so
she started thinking about what her aunt did for
sexual release.  She wondered if she masturbated,
had a boyfriend she was hiding from her or even a
GIRLFRIEND.  She tried to talk to her aunt over
the dinner table about sex but Frankie avoided the
subject with a simple statement that she didn't
think it was appropriate for her to discuss her sex
life with her.

	That only increased her resolve to find out how
her aunt got off.  She knew she was not a religious
zealot so the idea that she was celibate was beyond
consideration.  The problem was how she was going
to find out what her aunt did.

	It happened totally by accident one evening
when the phone rang and she happened to pick it up
at the same time her aunt picked up the phone in the
kitchen.  Her aunt was first to say, hello, so she kept
quiet and listened to the conversation.

	It was the female voice of one of Aunt
Frankie's friends.  She had met her many times when
her aunt was going out with her on business.  She
had never suspected that this woman had any sexual
interest in her aunt until that call.

	The woman greeted Frankie with a simple
declaration that she wanted to taste her pussy as
soon as possible.  The exchange was brief but there
was no doubt that her aunt was going to visit the
woman and they were going to have sex with each
other.  Rosemarie could not resist rubbing her own
pussy while listening to the conversation.

	Now that she knew her aunt had the same
sexual urges that she had, she wanted to find out
what it would be like to have sex with her.  The
problem was just how she was going to make that
happen.

	She struggled with her desire for a couple of
days.  Even Frankie recognized the unrest in
Rosemarie but any questions about her problems
were avoided.

	One warm summer's night when Rosemarie had
kicked her sheets to the foot of the bed and was
sweating on top of the fitted sheet, she could not go
to sleep.  She eventually got up and headed to her
aunt's bedroom.  The sound of her bare feet on the
hardwood floor alerted Frankie that her niece was
up.  She thought the girl was headed towards the
bathroom and lay there expecting to hear the
bathroom door open.

	When her bedroom door opened she asked,
"What is wrong, honey?  Don't you feel well?"

	Rosemarie entered the room and simply said, "I
could not get to sleep."  She crossed the room and
got in bed with her aunt from the far side.

	Frankie had also shed the covers and was lying
on top of the fitted sheet on her bed.  The window
was open and the sound of crickets and birds were
loud.  The smell of honeysuckle was coming in the
window on the slight breeze.  Rosemarie cuddled up
next to her aunt.  They both had on very thin
nightgowns that were clinging to their bodies
because they were both sweating a little.

	Frankie innocently turned to her niece and
kissed her motherly.  Rosemarie wanted the kiss to
last longer and when Frankie rolled back onto her
pillow Rosemarie rolled over on top of her and kissed
her on the mouth as passionately as she could.

	Frankie felt her heart pounding in her ribcage
but did not move.   When she felt Rosemarie's hand
rest on one of her C-cupped breasts she almost
pissed on herself.  She had wanted to seduce
Rosemarie but could not bring herself to take action.
It had not been her plan to allow her niece to know
about her lesbian lifestyle so that she could be her
own woman.  Now her niece was making the first
move.  Rosemarie was pulling the tit over the top of
the bodice of the nightgown when Frankie asked her,
"Have you and Carol been doing these kinds of
things?"

	Rosemarie whispered against her aunt's lips,
"Carol and I have been lovers for months now."

	Frankie said, "I suspected that you were but
did not want to face it."

	Rosemarie said, "I overheard the conversation
you had on the phone a few days ago.  I have been
thinking about nothing else for days.  All I could
think about was your friend sucking your pussy like
she had told you.  I was jealous of her.  Can I suck
your pussy, Aunty?"

	Frankie sat up and pulled Rosemarie up so that
she could pull her nieces nightgown over her head
and the two of them pulled her own gown over her
head too.  When they were both totally naked they
lay back down and clung to each other in a long kiss
while they felt each other's breasts.  Frankie's were
a full 38-C and Rosemarie's were a nice 34-B with
large brown areolas with inverted nipples where
Frankie's were large nipples.

	Rosemarie could not resist sucking on her
aunt's fat nipples like a baby.  The two of them were
propped up on the large pillows which made it
possible for both of them to place their hands on
each other's pussies.  Both of them were trimmed so
that they could wear the smallest thong panties
without exposing pubic hairs.  Both of them were
leaking pre-cum making the other's fingers slippery.
Rosemarie was the one to stop sucking her aunt's
nipples and licked her way down her aunt's soft body.
She did not stop until she was able to smell and
taste her aunt's pussy.

	Frankie lay back and enjoyed the attention of
her niece.  The girl was surprisingly adept at sucking
pussy.  Carol must have been a good teacher.  When
she felt the first rush of a climax coming on, she
grabbed Rosemarie by the head and wrapped her
legs around her neck to lock the girl against her
pussy while she came.

	When it was over Frankie pulled her niece up
her body and kissed her on the mouth.  She relished
the smell and taste of her own pussy on the face of
her niece.  The kiss lasted a long time before
Frankie positioned the girl on the bed so that she
could find out what the girl tasted like.

	It had been ages since Frankie had her mouth
on the small tits of a young teenager.  She was
captivated by the fact that her niece looked so
much like her at that age.  They even had a
birthmark near the same size and place on their
right tits.  Frankie licked every inch of the girl's
breasts; she sucked on the nipples, forcing the
inverted nipples to pop out.  Like Rosemarie had done
she licked her way down the slim body to that little
strip of pubic hair.

	Frankie took hold of Rosemarie's ankles and
lifted her legs up until her she had the girls feet
locked behind her head.  That forced the girl's body
to be cradled up so that her butt and pussy were
right in Frankie's face.  She sucked her niece's pussy
better that it had ever been done before.  Just
when Rosemarie was about to cum, her aunt licked
her ass all the way from the junction of her butt
cheeks to her asshole.  Rosemarie had never had
anyone touch her asshole before.  She had always
looked upon her butt as a nasty place where she
disposed of smelly waste from her body.  She could
not believe that her aunt would lick her nasty place
but it did feel as exciting as having her pussy licked.
She climaxed and saw liquid leaking from her pussy.
Frankie lovingly licked it up.

	When her aunt untangled her legs and allowed
her to relax she could not believe how relaxed she
felt.  They clung to each other in a tangle of arms
and legs.

	Rosemarie became so devoted to sleeping with
her aunt that she neglected her relationship with
Carol.  Carol confronted her at school about why she
had been avoiding her lately.  She suspected and
accused Rosemarie of having a new girlfriend.
Rosemarie had to assure her that she did not have a
new girlfriend at all.  She could not bring herself to
tell her that she was sleeping with her aunt.  She
invited her to come home with her after school.

	When they got home they retreated to
Rosemarie's bedroom and undressed each other.
They made love for a long time before Rosemarie
excused herself to go to the bathroom.  She took
along her cell-phone and called Frankie to give her a
heads up that she was in bed with Carol.  They
plotted on her coming home to catch them and
Frankie would take advantage of their position so
that Frankie could make Carol do anything she
wanted.

	When Rosemarie knew it was time for her aunt
to get home she made sure Carol was between her
legs, sucking her pussy.  Frankie was quiet for the
first time entering her home and burst into the
bedroom catching the two girls naked and Carol with
her face resting on Rosemarie's pussy.


	When Carol lifted her head her face was
covered with Rosemarie's pussy juice.  She was so
scared she could not speak when Frankie demanded,
"What is going on here?"

	Frankie quickly took control, "What do you
think your mother would say if I told her that you
were sucking the pussy of my niece?"

	Carol cowered on the bed pulling her knees up
in a fetal position.  "Please don't tell my mother."

	Frankie smiled to herself because she knew she
was in control.  "I don't know about that.  I should
tell your mother."

	Carol said, "PLEASE!  She would kill me."

	Frankie said, "Don't you think you deserve to be
punished for what you were doing?"

	Carol said meekly, "Yes   I guess so."

	Frankie offered her an alternative, "I guess I
could punish you and not tell your mother."

	Carol's face lit up, "Yes."

	Carol had been so worried about herself she
didn't even notice that Rosemarie was rubbing her
own pussy during the exchange.

	Frankie announced that she didn't want to mess
up her work suit and took off her suit and slip.  Carol
was impressed when she saw the woman dressed in
matching bra, panties and sexy nylons and high heels.

	Frankie sat on a dressing chair and motioned
for Carol to come to her.  She made the trembling
girl lay across her left thigh and locked her legs
down with her right leg.  She felt the smooth orbs
of the scared girl's butt before she started spanking
her.  By the time her butt was turning red Frankie's
hand was stinging too.  She reached for a hair brush
and continued the spanking with the back of the
brush.

	When Carol was reduced to a whimpering baby
she turned the brush over so that she was spanking
her with the plastic bristles of the brush.  Each
swat left red dimples that looked like they would
bleed.  Carol was begging that she would be a good
girl if she stopped.

	Frankie stopped spanking her and apologized
for getting carried away.  She picked up a bottle of
hand lotion and poured some into her hands before
she applied the cooling lotion to the whimpering girl's
butt.  Carol was relieved that the spanking was over
and the cooling lotion was feeling good.  When her
tears stopped flowing Frankie inserted a greasy
finger into the girl's asshole.  She used her right
hand to grasp the brush by the bristles and insert
the handle into Carol's pussy.

	Carol could not believe what the woman was
doing.  She was still at her mercy.  All her struggles
did was to drive the objects deeper into her holes.
She stopped struggling and let the thrill overtake
her feelings.

	Rosemarie got off of the bed and stood right
in front of her friend's head.  She spread her legs
and took hold of Carol by the hair and lifted her
head up so that she could thrust her pussy into the
gaping mouth of her friend.  Poor Carol could not
escape.  She soon found herself having the strongest
climax she had ever had.

	When they allowed Carol to stand up the girl
used both hands to rub her butt but could not take
her eyes off of the crotch of Frankie's panties.
They were so moist from her own juices that they
were transparent.  Carol could see the folds of her
labia pressed against the wet material.

	Frankie lifted her butt off of the chair just
enough for her to pull her panties down.  She sat
back down and pulled her panties over her pumps one
leg at a time.  Carol stood there like a rabbit caught
in the glare of a car's headlights.  Rosemarie was the
one to rest her hands on Carol's shoulders and force
her to her knees between her aunt's legs.

	Carol didn't resist when her head was pushed
against the older woman's pussy.  She sucked Frankie
until she climaxed.  Carol's face was covered with
the woman's cum.  Carol was a well used girl by the
time she was bathed and dressed to go home.

	That night as Rosemarie was sucking Frankie's
pussy she looked up at her aunt and asked, "When
can I get to taste your friend's pussy?"

	Frankie chucked, "You nasty little bitch.  Don't
you ever get enough sex?"

	Rosemarie laughed, "I guess I'm too much like
my aunt."

	The next day at school Carol was carried away
about what they had done the day before.
Rosemarie told her that her aunt had a girlfriend
that they could seduce too.  Carol wanted to know all
about the woman.  Rosemarie told her that her aunt
had tried to keep her relationship hidden from her
before they had sex with each other.

	She described the woman as a nice looking
woman about forty-years-old.  Her name was
Morgan.  The only other thing she told Carol was
that she had long chestnut hair and blue eyes.  Carol
acted like she had ants in her pants the rest of the
day.

	When they got home that day, they wanted to
make themselves look like little sexy vixens for the
women.  They bathed together in perfumed water
and masturbated each other to take the edge off.
Then they took great care making their hair look as
full and sexy looking as an adult.  They put on bright
red lipstick and even a little on their nipples.  Then
they put on sexy nylons and high heels.  They also
put on see through negligees'.  The danced to music
while rubbing their bodies against each other until
they heard the car in the driveway.

	They assumed sexy poses on the recliner in
each other's arms.  They also thought they would
look sexier if they both had lit cigarettes in their
hands when the women entered.

	Frankie led Morgan to the front door assuring
her that she still loved her but she had a surprise
for her.  When she opened the door and allowed
Morgan to enter first they were both greeted by
the sight of the two girls trying to look sexy while
smoking their cigarettes.  Morgan turned around to
look at Frankie.  "I knew you were bringing you niece
home to live with you but had no idea that you were
going to bring out two sexy little girls."

	Everyone chuckled at the double meaning of
bring out.  She had met Rosemarie but had to be
introduced to Carol.  She made a grand gesture of
kissing the back of Carol's hand.

	Frankie made them drinks before Morgan and
her sat down and pulled the girls onto their laps.
Frankie was holding Carol while Morgan had
Rosemarie sit on her lap.  The women were feeling up
the young teenagers.  As the negligees' were shed
the women had full access to their small breasts.
The girl's nipples were soon so hard they were
painful when touched.  Their pussies were wet and
ready to be touched.  The women masturbated the
girls until they climaxed before they even thought
about their own sexual needs.  They had to sit the
girls down long enough to stand up and remove their
own clothes.

	This was the first time Rosemarie ever saw
Morgan naked.  Both girls were fascinated when they
saw Morgan's naked body.  They both had to check
her out.  Frankie went to the kitchen to make fresh
drinks while the girls inspected Morgan.

	Morgan had a tattoo of large roses and
greenery draped over her right shoulder.  They
started on her shoulder blade and came over the
shoulder.  There was one large rose on her breasts.
It had been done so that when dressed it was not
visible.  Morgan had large breasts.  She must have
been at least 38-FF sized on a five-foot five frame.
Her waist was a little thick.  What the girls were
fascinated by was that tattoo of a winged pixie with
only a transparent cloth draped over the front of
her body rising out of her pussy crack.  Her pussy
had no hair on it.  Morgan had undergone electrolysis
to remove her pubic hair before the tattoo was
applied.

	The girls could not leave her alone.  They took
turns playing with and sucking her breasts before
they each tasted her wet pussy.  Rosemarie shocked
both Morgan and Carol when she stuck her tongue
into Morgan's asshole.

	Frankie watched the girls until she could stand
it no longer and rather that disturb the girls from
their exploration of Morgan, she simply stood on the
sofa and straddled Morgan's hips so that she could
thrust her own pussy into the mouth of her friend.

	One by one the women sucked the pussies of
the girls until everyone had tasted each other's
breasts and pussies.  Yes, they were each treated to
the thrill of Frankie and Rosemarie sticking their
tongues into their asshole too.

	Rosemarie was a happy girl and looking forward
to many more nights like this one.



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