Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2009 13:39:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jeannette (lesbian/incest, oral, g/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest
between a girl and women.  If this type of content
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               Jeannette Chapter 1
                       By
                      Jan

	Let's say I am a grandmother several times
over now.  This story is about how I became sexually
active at the hands of my mother's older sister and
her twenty-year-old daughter.

	I had just turned eleven when my Mom and Dad
sent me to visit my mother's older sister.  When
school let out for summer they put me on a bus to
visit her older sister living in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
It was a three day bus ride from the midlands of
Central Canada.  I had no idea that there was any
problem at home as I looked forward to the
adventure traveling farther than I had ever done
before to visit my aunt.  I knew that Aunt Jane was
ten years older than Mom, and was larger than Mom
from the pictures of her in the family album.

	When the bus arrived in Halifax Aunt Jane
met me.  She gathered me up in her arms like I was
a baby.  She was much larger than I expected.  My
face was about waist high on her.  She had dark hair
like Mom.  I was blonde like Dad.  Jane's hair was a
dark auburn color.  Her hips were wider than Mom's
and her breasts were like large pillows.  She picked
up my lone suitcase and put it in the back of her
1950 Chevy two-door sedan fast back.  Then she
opened the door for me to sit in the front next to
her.

	On the drive to her home she told me that my
cousin Judy was twenty years old and away at
college.  She was studying nursing in Montreal.  Judy
was not expected to come home this summer
because she was working as an intern in the college
hospital.  Aunt Jane told me that she had divorced
her husband shortly after Judy was born.  So, we
would have the house all to ourselves for the
summer.

	When we got to her nice little home she put my
suitcase in Judy's bedroom and told me to make
myself at home.  The top two drawers had been
emptied for my use.  We ate dinner that night trying
to make small talk and learn about each other.  It
was hard sleeping in a strange bed, but I was tired
from the trip.  I finally fell asleep. I woke up to the
smell of coffee and bacon cooking the next morning.

	When I dressed and went into the kitchen
Aunt Jane was setting the table for the two of us.
We ate and talked about what we would do for the
next couple of days.  She showed me Halifax and we
spent a lot of time shopping.  I was from a small
farming community and not used to what I thought
was a big city or the sights and smells of a
waterfront city.

	Aunt Jane introduced me to her friends.  They
were all nice women that were friendly and hugged
me when we were introduced and when we left for
home.  By the end of the week I had settled in and
felt better about my stay and started helping with
the housework and cooking.

	Aunt Jane's bathroom had a large cast iron
porcelain coated bathtub with eagle clawed feet
holding balls.  You had to step very high to get out
of the tub.  I was taking a nice bath and was getting
out of the tub when I slipped on the ceramic tile
floor and landed on the floor with a loud thud.  I was
getting up rubbing my left hip when Aunt Jane
busted in and asking what happened.  I assured her
that I was okay.  I had just fallen on the floor.

	Aunt Jane sat on the toilet and stood me
between her legs to inspect my hip.  When she was
satisfied that I was just going to have a bruise on
my hip, she took the towel from me and dried by
body.  Before I knew what was happening, she kissed
me on the pubic mound.  I did not know what to do,
but as her tongue slipped between the lips of my
virgin pussy I could not help but put my hands on the
back of her head and draw her tighter into me.
Finally she picked me up in a way that my legs were
wrapped around her hips as she carried me to her
bedroom.

	She drew back the covers of her bed and laid
me on it.  I was excited and my heart was pounding
fast as she kissed me on the mouth.  She put her
tongue in my mouth and felt the inside with her
tongue.  She drew my tongue into her mouth and
sucked on it.  Her hands were feeling me all over as
she kissed me.

	She followed her hands with her mouth until
she was breathing on my pussy mound.  She held my
legs wide open and looked at it like she was studying
every fold in the pink flesh.  My body was just
starting to change, my breasts were just starting to
swell, showing the promise that they might be as big
as Mom's or Aunt Jane's.  My pubic mound was just
getting a few strands of hair on it.  When Aunt Jane
took that little nub in her lips and sucked it I
thought I would die with the pleasure of it.  When
she put her tongue in my vagina, it only went in a
short distance before it felt like it was pushing right
through me.  I jerked with the pain shooting through
my crotch.  Aunt Jane told me that I was still a
virgin and she would fix that before I went home.

	Jane stood up and undressed by the side of the
bed.  She removed her blouse and skirt.  She placed
them on a chair in front of her dresser.  Then her
slip joined the pile.  She stepped out of her pumps as
she reached behind her back to unhook her bra.  She
pulled each shoulder strap off her arms one at a
time.  She held the big cups in her hands as she let
the bra fall away from her tits.  Each tit was as big
as my head.  I was to learn that she was a size
38DD bra.  Her areola was as big around as the palm
of my hand and unlike mine; hers were dark colored,
almost brown with nipples as big around as my little
finger.  Her breasts mesmerized me as she bent at
the waist to pull her panties down.  Her big tits
swayed in front of my face and I could not take my
eyes off them.  Jane stepped out of her panties and
left them on the floor.  Her legs were still covered
in nude colored nylons.

	She stepped forward and fed her right nipple
to my waiting mouth.  I put both hands on either
side of the massive orb and sucked the nipple as
hard as I could.  I fought her when she removed the
right nipple, but she was only replacing it with the
nipple from the left tit.  After both tits were wet
and well suckled, she removed both tits from my
grasp as she kneeled on the bed.  This was the first
time I had seen another pussy other than Mom's and
mine.  Hers was covered with dark hair and I was
close enough to smell a musky odor.

	Aunt Jane used both hands to open up her
vagina.  I saw her clitoris was larger than mine and it
stuck out from her labia lips.  It looked like it was
throbbing.  The opening to her cunt was wet and
slippery, as she straddled my head and lowered it to
my mouth.  After I tasted the saltiness of her cunt
I was lost in the smell and taste of her.  I put my
tongue in the hole.  Unlike mine, there was no
barrier.  My tongue went deep up her canal.

	While I was busy exploring her cunt, Aunt Jane
was busy spreading my legs wide and checking out my
cunt.  I almost fainted when she took my clitoris in
her mouth and sucked on it.  She surprised me by
licking me from my clit all the way to my asshole.  It
tickled when her tongue circled the hole.  I thought
I had peed on the bed and I shook for a couple of
minutes.  I had never felt anything like that before.

	Aunt Jane got off of me and laid down next to
me and took me in her arms and asked, "How did my
baby enjoy her climax."

	I wanted to know what had happened to me.
Jane told me what had happened to me, and
promised me that I would enjoy many more if I
never told anyone what we did.  I assured her that I
would never tell anyone what we did.  From that day
on I moved into Aunt Jane's bed and we fell asleep
every night after satisfying each other's desires.

	For the next couple of days and nights we
enjoyed sex like newlyweds.  On the third day we
went to town and spent the day shopping.  For dinner
she took me to a seafood restaurant.  Then she took
me to a nightclub owned by one of her lady-friends.
We sat in a back booth behind a woman playing
George Gershwin show tunes at a grand piano.  Jane
was drinking Grasshopper's and I had cokes.  Jane
was letting me sip the green frothy drinks until my
cheeks felt tingly.  I was very relaxed as we drove
home.

	Jane undressed me and drew a warm bath for
us.  She got in and sat me with my back to her and
washed me every carefully.  When we were dry she
put me to bed.  Then she took something from her
nightstand.  It looked like a rubber dick about seven
inches long, sticking through a hole in black leather
belts.  I was struck by the look of the chrome studs
around the opening in the leather.  I watched in
fascination as she stepped into the G-string like
thing and buckled the belt.

	She looked so imposing standing there facing
me with a stiff dick sticking out in front of her hips.
She took a white tube from the drawer and put a
large dollop of clear goo on the head of the fake
dick. She used her right hand to spread the goo all
over the dick.  She reached down and smeared what
was left on her fingers in the opening of my vagina.
I knew what she was about to do.  When she spread
my legs and crawled between them, I put my legs
around her hips as she guided the head of the dick
into the opening of my vagina.  As Jane leaned
forward to push the dick into my cunt, she put her
mouth over mine.  I was about to cry-out from the
stabbing pain in my pussy as she sucked the air from
my lungs.

	She pulled back a little, and the pain subsided a
little.  She fucked me until I had a climax and the
pleasure was hard to separate from the pain.  I
either passed out or fainted from the climax.  When
I came to and looked down Aunt Jane was looking up
at me with a thin trace of blood on her mouth.  She
was busy licking up my virginal blood.  How could I
hold the pain against her, after she finished licking
up every trace of my blood?

	For the next couple of days I walked around
the house like a City Dude that had just got off a
horse for the first time.  From then on every night's
love making ended with Aunt Jane fucking me.  I
found out that the chrome studs were hitting my
clitoris and driving me crazy.  Aunt Jane finally even
let me fuck her.  I found out that the back of the
dildo had rubber lips on it and a little tongue.  The
lips fit over your clit and the tongue went in my
vagina.  It is hard not to cum before Aunt Jane did.

	On a Friday night the last weekend of the
month of August, Aunt Jane was sitting up in our
bed with her legs on either side of my head as I lay
on my tummy licking her pussy.  Then her legs
straightened out and went stiff as she froze.  All I
heard was a gasp from behind me, as Aunt Jane said,
"Judy".

	Jane tried to cover us up with the bed sheet.
It was too late for that.  Judy came in and sat down
on the bed.  Jane tried to tell Judy she never
wanted her to know that she was a horny old lesbian.

	Judy told her, "I have known for years about
your relationships with your friends.  I had watched
you many nights after you thought I was asleep in
bed.  I had even visited many of your of friends and
let them think they had seduced me.  I wanted to
taste the same pussy you had tasted, Mom."

	They hugged each other and kissed.  The kiss
grew passionate as they felt each other and Jane
removed Judy's clothes.  When Judy was nude she
reached for my hand and told me, "You should get to
know your cousin."  With that she kissed me on the
mouth as Jane buried her face in the crotch of
Judy.   Judy had me straddle her head and lower my
pussy to her mouth.

	Judy stayed home for the next week and the
three of us made love almost non-stop until Judy
had to go back to school.  By the end of summer I
was a confirmed pussy lover.  When I headed home
on the bus all I could think about was how I could
hold out until Aunt Jane or Judy came out west to
visit Mom and me.

	School was a blur for weeks.  Things at home
were quiet.  Mom had a few heated arguments over
the phone with Dad.  We had moved to town while he
stayed on the ranch.  That was the first I knew of
the rift between my parents.  By November Mom
had decided that we should move east.  She did not
want to move to Halifax.  She felt that she should
not be so close that she would impose on her sister's
life.

	For the holidays Mom put me on the bus to
visit Aunt Jane again.  While we were waiting for the
bus a chubby Irish woman befriended us.  Her name
was Mrs. Cathleen Kelly.  She was a freckled faced
red head.  While we waited she told us all about
herself.  She was going to Halifax to visit her
family.  She was a talker.  As nice a lady as she was
I knew that she would never stop talking.  The
prospect of spending three days on a bus listening to
her charming accent non-stop was a terrible
thought.

	When the bus arrived I selected a window seat
on the left side of the bus.  I hoped that Cathleen
would not sit next to me.  No such luck she had to
ask another man to help put her bag in the overhead
rack before she sat in the seat next to me.  She
picked up her story where she had left off.  She
wanted to know everything about me.  I wound up
telling her about my parents getting a divorce and
that I was visiting my Aunt while my Mom made
arrangements to move her and I east.  She offered
her sympathy.

	As the bus traveled on and it got too dark to
see anything out of the windows the travelers on the
bus started falling off to sleep.  You could hear the
heavy breathing and snoring over the sound of the
diesel motor and the sound of the tires on the road.
I curled up with my head resting against the window
and tried to go to sleep.  I hoped that Cathleen
would get the hint and be quiet.

	Cathleen took her heavy wool coat and covered
my upper body with it.  I thanked her and drifted
off to sleep.  I don't know how long I had been
asleep before I woke up.  I was groggy and it took a
moment for me to realize where I was.  I had been
having a dream about having sex with Aunt Jane.
My pussy was wet and it felt like someone was
playing with my pussy.  I finally realized that
Cathleen had her hand under the coat and was
rubbing her hand against the middle of my lap.

	It shocked me and I looked at the passengers
in the seat across the aisle from us.  The two of
them were curled up and sound asleep.  I could not
see any of the other passengers.  Cathleen had her
face close to me and was smiling sweetly.  I sat
there stunned by her bold behavior.  When I didn't
say anything she kissed me on the mouth and started
pulling my skirt up.  I could not believe what she was
doing to me, practically in public.  I wondered how
far she would go.  The prospect that we might be
caught was exciting.  Her warm hand was soon
resting on my soft inner thigh.  Her hand was soon
resting on my warm and wet panties.  She rubbed my
vulva until she felt my juice seeping through the
material.  She eventually pulled the material aside,
exposing my pussy.  She felt my flesh before she
slipped a finger into the crack.  She played with my
clitoris slowly.  She even invaded my pussy and found
out I was not a virgin.  With that knowledge she
kissed me again before she finger fucked me.  I
spread my legs and waited for the climax to
overwhelm me.  It was unbelievable trying to keep
quiet while a climax overwhelmed me.

	When I recovering Cathleen withdrew her hand
from under the coat and smelled her fingers and
licked them.  Then she slipped her hand under the
coat covering her own waist and before long she had
her hand in her own pussy.  I watched her in the dim
light masturbating.  I could tell by her expression
when she was climaxing.  When she did finish she
withdrew her hand and held it under my nose.

	I could smell her musty odor and it brought
back memories of Aunt Jane and Cousin Judy's smell.
Cathleen stuck her fingers in my mouth, for me to
suck her juice off of them.  When she withdrew her
hand I figured she was finished.  I assumed we
would go to sleep finally.  That was not to be,
Cathleen masturbated me almost all night long.  She
put my hand between her legs and had me
masturbate her too.  I don't even know how many
climaxes I had before the sunrise started waking up
the other passengers.  At least she was quiet during
the day because we both were sleeping.  There was
two more nights of mutual masturbation before the
bus pulled into Halifax.

	I was greeted by Aunt Jane with a warm hug
and a kiss.  Jane even kissed my hand.  I could tell
she smelled the unmistakable odor of pussy on my
fingers.  She gave me that knowing smile.

	I introduced her to Mrs. Cathleen Kelly.  Jane
shook Cathleen's hand and smelled her fingers.  She
knew right away what we had been doing.  She smiled
and said, "I'm sure it was a pleasant journey for the
two of you.  Be sure and look us up while you're
here."  She even gave Mrs. Kelly her phone number
and address.

	It was only a few days later that Mom arrived
with all of our worldly belongings.  She had found a
job in Truro and found a two-bedroom apartment
with a nice view of the area.  She didn't want to be
so close to her sister that we would impose on each
other.

	We made the move over the Christmas
holidays.  Aunt Jane and Judy drove over to help us
settle in.  The four of us had the apartment fixed
up in short order.  While Mom did all the things
necessary to get us moved in, like turning on the
water, power and telephone plus getting me
registered in school, Aunt Jane and Judy asked to
take me home with them.  With an invitation for
Mom to follow and spend Christmas at Aunt Jane's
place.

	The three of us drove back to Halifax that
night.  On the trip home I sat between Aunt Jane
and Judy.  Judy openly exposed me from the waist
down by lifting my skirt up and pulling my panties
down and off my legs.  She masturbated me all the
way home.  Aunt Jane would slip her finger in me
when the road was safe enough for her to get a feel.
She would smell her fingers and suck them before
putting her hand back on the steering wheel or back
into my vagina for more fluid.

	That night the three of us undressed and slept
in Aunt Jane's bed.  Or should I say we loved in her
bed.  None of us got much sleep.  The two of them
were doing everything.  Aunt Jane was kissing my
lips, my neck, little breasts while Judy was licking my
clitoris and putting her tongue in my vagina as deep
as she could.   Just when I thought it could not get
any better, Judy insisted that I turn over on top of
her, so that my face was in her shaved pubis and her
head was back at my vagina.  To my astonishment
Aunt Jane moved to the foot of the bed and put her
hands on the cheeks of my ass.  She spread them
wide and then licked down the valley from my
tailbone until she was running into Judy's forehead.
Then she blew warm air at the rosebud of my
asshole.  Then she put her tongue in the hole and
bobbed her head up and down.  The rhythm that
they set up was opposed to each other.  As Judy was
driving in Jane was pulling out and when Jane was
driving in Judy was pulling out.  I just could not hold
out for long and as I climaxed I went limp and
almost smothered Judy.

	When Christmas Eve arrived Mom had to drive
over to Halifax to be with us for Christmas.  The
three of us had decorated the house with a tree and
made a nice Turkey dinner before she got there.  By
the time all leftovers were put in the refrigerator
and the dishes were washed it was late.  Aunt Jane
convinced my Mom that since she only had two beds
that the two of them should share her bed and Judy
and I should share Judy's bed.  She assured Mom
that the girls would be up early to open gifts and the
two of them could sleep longer.

	That was just what Judy and I wanted.  As
soon as the door was closed we were in bed with the
quilt covers over our heads as we stripped each
other's nightie off.  This time I had to taste her
breasts. They were beautiful; Judy was a perfect
36-C.  Her dark areolas were not as big as her
mom's are but they were perfectly round with plump
little grape sized nipples to suck on.

	Judy explained that after I had left for home
last summer that her Mom had insisted that they
shave her pubis clean.  Mom wants to make up for all
the time that she had wasted.  She told me that she
used a cream now to keep the hair dissolved and a
lotion to keep the skin soft.

	I found it exciting to feel her smooth skin
against my cheeks as I sucked on her clitoris.  I
licked her vagina and put my tongue in her opening
and tongue fucked her until she climaxed and I felt
the walls of her canal secrete her lubricating fluid.
As she recovered I had to find out what it was like
to taste another woman's asshole.  I turned her over
onto her tummy and spread her cheeks and put my
nose in the valley so I could smell her.  It was too
dark to see under the covers but I could feel her
sphincter pucker up when I put the tip of my tongue
on it.  She just raised her body up so that she was
on her knees with her head on the mattress.  As I
put my tongue in her hole, Judy reached back and
put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my
face against her body.  As my tongue went into her
body my nose was pressed against the sweaty valley
of her ass.  When she climaxed I could feel the
wetness dripping down her inner thighs.

	The next morning Judy and I bathed together
in the tub.  We dried each other with a lot of
playfulness.  We got dressed and I made coffee in a
porcelain coated steel coffeepot as Judy started
breakfast.  We heard Mom and Aunt Jane getting
up.

	We had everything ready by the time they
appeared in bathrobes and fuzzy slippers.  We sat
around the table eating and feeling satisfied with
ourselves.

	Mom asked, "Aren't you excited about opening
my gifts?"

	I looked at Aunt Jane and Cousin Judy and
said, "Thank you, Mom, for everything you gave me!
This has been one of the best Christmases I ever
had."

	The four of us gathered up our coffee mugs
and gathered around the tree.  Aunt Jane passed
out the gifts.  Since Mom and I were setting up a
new household there was plenty to buy.  I got plenty
of nice clothes.  And both Aunt Jane and Judy
slipped me gifts that were just for me to open in
private.

	Aunt Jane had given me a dildo that was very
long and double headed.  One end looked like a
circumcised penis the other end looked like an
uncircumcised dick with blood vessels.  The vessels
were even colored blue on the flesh colored phallic
tube.  Jane included a tube of KY jelly.

	Judy gave me a week's supply of nude colored
bikini underpants and a small box that contained
three silver balls about the size of large marbles.
The instructions in the box identified them as Ben-
Wa-Balls. The instructions indicated that the three
balls were to be inserted into the vagina.  The act of
walking and normal movement would make the balls
move around inside and cause a slow masturbation
that would keep the person on a sexual edge all day.

	That night Judy and I made full use of the
dildo.  The uncircumcised end was smaller than the
other ends so Judy put the large end in her vagina.
Then she lubed me up and inserted the other end
into my vagina.  Then facing me she put her legs over
my thighs and lay on her back. By locking her legs
she was pulling our vaginas closer together and when
she relaxed our vaginas rolled apart.  This action
made the dildo move in and out of our cunts.

	Mom had to go back to Truro and start work.
I did not have to be there until the day after New
Years to start school.  So I stayed with Aunt Jane
and Judy the next week.

	The following week was a joy.  The house was
warm.  The beds were warm.  Jane and I used her
toy when Judy was not making love to one of us or
both.  I was one tired girl by the time I got home.

	Tuesday morning I faced starting a new school
for the first time.  I had been in a one-room school
until then.  Now I am faced with a homeroom
teacher and different room for Home Economics,
Physical Education and Political Science.  It was
intimidating to a country girl.  There were more kids
in my fifth-grade-class that all the kids in my old
school.  But I knew I would make friends and my
Homeroom teacher was a nice woman.

	Her named was Miss MacGregor.  She is a
middle-aged woman with a thick waist and always in a
wool suit made with the MacGregor tartan, practical
shoes and hair in a bun on the back of her head.



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