Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 12:38:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jeannette Chapter 4 (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, F/FF)

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 4
By
Jan

	I continued my relationship with Aunt Jane the
rest of Jane's life.  But being a teenager of the
fifties, all good Canadian girls were brought up
expecting to get married and have a family.  I let my
future husband fuck me when I was 16.  The result
was that I was pregnant by 17.  I was married by
the time I was 18 and we had 4 children by the time
I was 21.

	My husband was good with the children but not
a very inspired lover.  He only sucked my pussy 2
times in 40 years of marriage and was drunk both
times.  After a few years his idea of sex was a few
quick thrusts to cum and them roll over and go to
sleep.  He snored like a bear hibernating for the
winter.  The result was I was left to bring myself
off by hand.

	When the children were in school I got restless
and started taking art classes at a local community
college.  I took a few classes to find something that
I liked.  I was much older than the rest of the
students and in some cases even older than the
teachers.

	One fall I took a life study class.  I was drawn
to the idea of drawing naked bodies.  The teacher
was a very attractive young man that had the hearts
of all the young girls in the class aflutter.  I picked
up on the fact that he was gay very quickly.  It was
obvious that his favorite male model was his lover.
The young man was dark haired and almost girl like.

	When the class would take coffee breaks some
of the girls would gather around me because I was
kind of like a mother figure to them.  (Little did
they know about my sexual desires?)  The girls
expressed their desire to either date the teacher or
the male model.  I had to tell them that they were
barking up the wrong tree.  The girls were broken
hearted when I pointed out that the model was the
lover of the teacher.  Eventually they saw that what
I had told them was true.

	The other two models used in the class were
both lesbian women.  I didn't bother letting the girls
in the class know about the sexual preference of the
women models.

	I delighted in watching the young male
students in the class hiding behind their easels.
They would have boners from looking at the naked
women.  With time they got used to seeing them and
only thought about the light and shadows on the
figures.  Just the same they did try to get friendly
with the best looking female model to no avail.

	One was a kind of attractive girl with reddish-
blonde hair.  I found out during breaks that she had
grown up in a nudist family.  She was really a shy
girl.  Modeling was just her way of making extra
money.  Growing up in a nudist family made it easy to
stand around naked in front of people.  The girl was
comfortable talking to me because I was kind of a
mother figure but she was not really attracted to
me.

	She did develop a crush on one student.  The
girl may not have been a lesbian when the school
year started but over the months the model became
friends with her.  I caught on that they were seeing
each other outside of class.  There was a brief
cooling in the relationship when the model had
obviously made a pass at the student.  Then the girl
must have decided that she did want to date the
model.  They really got close after that.  Holding
hands and stealing kisses when they thought no one
was watching.

	The second model was a different story.  She
was much closer to my age.  She came from a
French Canadian background.  She was a little plump.
Her hair was dark.  I thought to myself that if I
looked like this woman I would never take my clothes
off in public.  This woman didn't shave her body at
all.  She seemed to take pride in showing off the
hair under her arms.  The hair on her pubis started
at her navel and ran down her legs and her butt hole
was hairy too.

	This woman thought nothing about simply
donning a robe to go to the coffee shop.  She
seemed to delight in flashing her naked body in the
shop.  She seemed to intimidate the young girls in
the class.  They avoided sitting at a table with her.

	Seeing all that hair reminded me of my
Scottish grade school teacher.  The model's name
was Denise.  Behind her hand she admitted to me
that to her friends she was known as Dennis, with a
chuckle.  Once we became better acquainted I told
her about my relationship with my aunt and my
school teacher.  Denise was very interested in
hearing all about the aunt and teacher.  We made a
date to get together.  On a night when Denise was
not modeling, we went to a bar together.  While
having wine I told her all about what my aunt, cousin
and teacher had taught me.

	Denise was stroking my thigh under the table
as I told her all about how my aunt introducing me
to lesbian sex. Then I went on to tell about the
teacher and how hairy her body was, Denise started
stroking my cunt through my dress.

	We paid the bar tab and went to Denise's flat.
It was a second floor walk-up.  Denise was stroking
my butt as we walked up the stairs.  As soon as the
door closed behind us Denise took me in her arms
and kissed me.  I could feel the hair on her upper lip
as we kissed.  Denise led me to her bedroom as she
continued to kiss me.

	She delighted in taking my clothes off.  I did
look like the mother of four by this time.  I was only
five-feet one and had 38-DD breasts.  Yes, my
tummy was too large too.  Denise didn't mind at all.
As soon as any portion of my flesh was exposed, she
kissed and licked it.  I was a natural blond and my
pubic hair was almost invisible against my flesh.  It
was thin and wispy.  Denise knelt in front of me and
made her devotions to me with her mouth and tongue
before laying me on the bed so I could watch her
undress.

	Denise's body was no mystery to me.  I had
been looking at her pose for months.  I knew just
how much hair was shadowing the crack of her ass.
I knew how her tits and tummy sagged too.  She
even had rings of hair around her areolas and a hair
or two between her tits.

	When she turned her back towards me to pull
her panties down I leaned forward and placed my
face between the orbs of her ass and kissed her
hairy asshole.  Denise stood still and let me take all
the time I wanted to probe her rectum.

	She definitely was butch.  When she got on the
bed with me she lied on top of me and rubbed her
body all over me as she kissed me on the mouth.  She
enjoyed playing with my large breasts.  She sucked
on them as if she were trying to get milk from them.
She made each nipple sore before licking her way
down my body.

	She stopped short of kissing my pussy.
Instead she made me cum by masturbating me with
her fingers.  Then she turned around so that she
was on top of me in a typical 69 position.  I was lying
on my back looking up at the hairy garden.  I did love
the familiar smell and delighted when it was lowered
to meet my hungry mouth.  Denise was treated to my
experienced tongue probing the depths of her wet
cunt.  Denise sure knew what to do with her tongue
too.  It was an evening of very enjoyable, sweaty sex
with each of us helping the other act out one of her
fantasies.  On that night nothing was out of bounds
and both of us went to sleep fulfilled.

	I enjoyed the class so much that I took the
same class again the next semester.  After all there
may be some more female models that would enjoy
the company of an older woman.



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