Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2010 11:59:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camping with Aunt Lynn (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, g/F...)

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descriptions of explicit incestual sexual acts
between a girl and her aunt and other woman.  If
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            Camping with Aunt Lynn
                      By
                     Jan

	It was the middle of June, 1987, when my
family had made plans to have a family reunion
campout not far north of St. Lgnace.  Someone in
the family knew of a place on a lake that would not
be that crowded.  It was a beautiful second growth
pristine forested area, a kid's paradise.  There were
about 25 people there, lots of cousins, aunts and
uncles.

	There was Mom, Dad, two sisters, a brother
and me representing my family.  My father had a
large tent that slept five comfortably.  My aunt
Lynn volunteered to let me sleep in her tent.

	She had a small two-man A-frame tent.  It
posed no problem for us to share her tent, because
at the age of 9 I was rather small.  I might have
been overcompensating for my size by being the
ultimate 'Tomboy.'  I played all of the sports games
with the boys.  I spent a lot of time getting dirty.
If I did not have a bruise on my body it was because
I was sick in bed.  That is not to say I didn't enjoy
getting dressed up when necessary, and playing with
dolls.  Camping has always suited my personality.

	Back then I had reddish-orange hair, cut in a
bob (back then it was called a Dorothy Hamill cut,
because of her Olympic achievements).  Before that
my hair was always in a ponytail or pigtails.  I was a
slow developer I had pale white skin, and sun burned
easily.  I was only 47 inches tall at the time.  I had
the figure like a boy back then.

	My sisters and brother were older than me.
Being the baby of the family was the reason I
worked so hard for acceptance and attention.  I
preferred to hang out with older boys and girls.

	Aunt Lynn was about 27 or 28 at the time.
She had the reputation of being the family wild
child.  She was the earthy type of woman.  She
looked like a typical hippie back then.  She didn't
wear makeup.  She wore handmade sandals long
colorful print dresses, without underwear.  The
family looked upon her as the harmless fruitcake.
None of them suspected that her girlfriends were
more than platonic relationships.  There were men
always seeking her company, so no one suspected her
true lifestyle.  She was an attractive young woman,
and tall for a female.  She was five-feet nine.  Her
figure was on the slender side, but she had generous
hips, long legs and round full breasts.  She had
dishwater blonde hair, long angular, intelligent
looking face.  All of the females and most of the
males had Irish upturned or pug-noses.  She had a
loud spontaneous laugh.  There was no mistaking
when she was around.

	After the adults and older children set up
their campsite the women set about preparing meals
and the males and children played games until hunger
would bring them to the picnic tables.  There was no
set meal time; everyone just snacked whenever they
felt like it.  As the sun set the men set up a
campfire in a fire pit.  Everyone was gathering
around the campfire.  The adults were drinking beer
or wine.  The children were roasting marshmallows
and hotdogs.  Some of the family had brought along
their acoustic guitars, which led to everyone singing,
most of them off key.  One by one people and
couples drifted off to their tents for the night.

	There were only a few diehards left when Lynn
made her way to the tent.  I was already out cold.
Heat is relative.  The sleeping bag I was using was a
three season bag.  It was a little warm for a bag
rated to -20 degrees.  I had unzipped the bag.  I
may have even kicked the bag off of my body before
Lynn entered the tent.  Sometime during the night I
woke up and felt the warmth of Lynn's body pressing
against my back.  Lynn was spooning me.  Her mouth
was next to my ear and I could smell booze.  Her
hand was rubbing my tummy under my night shirt.  I
must have moved and made a noise because she
whispered in my ear, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh be quiet!"

	I lay there the rest of the night as Lynn
molested me.  She rubbed me under the nightshirt.
There were no breasts to play with but she sure
toyed with my nipples until they felt raw to the
touch.  She also rubbed my pubic bulge on top of my
underwear before she slipped her hand under my
panties.  She never penetrated my pussy, but she did
stimulate my little clit until I practically crawled up
the sides of the tent.  She didn't break my hymen.  I
did enjoy the feelings she was inducing in me.

	I think she was using her other hand to
masturbate (I didn't understand what that was at
the time).  I felt her front grind against my butt.
She was whispering, "You are a sweet, hot, sexy
looking girl.  I never had a girlfriend as cute as you,
when I was your age."

	I don't think I spoke at all.  I was trying to
pretend that I was asleep.  At some point in the
darkest point in the morning she went tense and
groaned.  I assume she was climaxing.  She buried
her face into my neck and shoulder, as her crotch
ground into my butt.  That was all that happened
that night.  She continued to spoon me.  Her last
words were, "We will talk about this in the morning.
Goodnight, honey."

	I woke up because her moving around disturbed
me.  She was kneeling in the tent while she was
changing clothes.  This was the first time I ever saw
her without clothes on.  She was all smiles and
happy, very matter of fact about what she was
doing.  She had to bend over in the small tent with
her head down as she talked about the canoe trip we
were going to take that day.  I just laid there
watching her while we talked.  I wondered for a
moment if I had just had a sexy dream about her
feeling me up last night.

	Lynn lay down next to me and kissed me on the
cheek as she said, "Last night was crazy.  I hope I
didn't scare you."  She was talking about it as if it
was no big deal.  She did ask, 'Are you okay?"

	I had been confused by her orgasm.  Her
question made me pause, as I tried to figure out
what to say.

	Lynn asked, "Did you like what I did to you last
night?"

	"Yes," I whispered.

	"Would you like to do something like that
again?" she was so cool about it.  I thought she was
so beautiful and her body smelled good too.

	I said, "Sure," why not really knowing what else
we could do.

	She cautioned me, "Don't tell anyone what we
do from now on!"

	I acted like it was obvious that it was only
between us, but actually I only vaguely understood
that what we had done was considered wrong.
Knowing that what she did to me was considered
wrong just made it more exciting.  It was the
forbidden fruit, doing something that would elicit
the wrath of my father made it all the more
exciting.  Because of my response Lynn kissed me.

	That was my first kiss, at least the first real
kiss.  A full grown kiss, I thought she was going to
eat my mouth.  She covered all of my mouth with
hers and her tongue invaded my mouth.  Holy shit,
she used lots of tongue.  It seemed to last a long
time.  When she stopped kissing me she reminded me
to keep quiet about our relationship, and then she
crawled through the opening of the tent on her way
to breakfast.

	It was going to be one of those overcast days.
You know, gray sky and humid.  It was obvious that it
was going to rain.  There was a badminton net set up,
and there was a dead bird trapped in the net.  It
must have gotten caught in the net and panicked.  I
was standing there looking at the dead bird while
everything else was going on as if no one noticed the
bird or cared.  It was like the first day, children
playing games at the lakes edge and adult males
either drinking beer or working their way around the
edge of the lake fishing, women cooking or fussing
over infants.  These are the things I will always
remember (funny what you remember).

	It startled me when I heard Aunt Lynn calling
my name.  She was standing by our tent.  "Mel come
in the tent bunny, I have games set up in here!"

	I knew instantly what she meant.  She said it
loud enough for anyone to hear.  It seemed really
bold of her, I thought.  I thought about pretending
not to hear her, or going to my parent's tent, instead
I went to her tent.  I followed her instructions.  I
suspect that was the moment I became a submissive.

	Following her instructions I unzipped the tent.
We crawled into the tent.  I moved to the back of
the tent while she closed the flap.  When she turned
back around to face me she gave me a lover's smile
(I learned to recognize later).  The pitter-patter of
raindrops began to turn into a full downpour, as Lynn
struggled to pull her dress over her head.

	I heard people scrambling to get out of the
rain, as Lynn finished pulling her dress off.  As I had
noted before, our flower child did not have any
underwear on.  I watched her remove her sandals.
She did have nice looking breasts and her pubic bush
was a light brown.  She helped me remove my shorts
and baggy T-shirt before she had me recline on top
of our sleeping bags.  She parted my legs and went
down on me (a term I would become very familiar
with).

	I had thought of the wet area so close to
where my waste came out of my body as being nasty.
The thought that my aunt would actually like placing
her mouth over the place where I peed from seemed
incomprehensible to me.  It was wickedly erotic too.
The things she did with her mouth and tongue
stimulated me like nothing I had ever felt before.
It was all I could do to keep from moaning as she
sucked my pussy for the first time.  (I will always
associate the sound of rain on the walls of a tent
and the smell of a damp tent and forest with oral
sex.)  When I could not take the feelings she was
inducing in me, I had to push her head away from my
cunt.

	Lynn rolled over onto her own empty sleeping
bag.  She lay there with her legs spread wide.  I
eventually rolled over on top of her and studied her
pussy.  I can't find the words that adequately
describe the smell of her pussy.  I could not resist
moving my head close to her cunt and spreading her
open to look at her pussy.  Some of the hairs close
to her opening were wet and clung to the skin.
There was a stiff ridge that led to her hooded
clitoris.  The hood turned into smoky brown labia
that reminded me of the meat of a razor clam.  This
was the first vagina I had ever seen and I looked
into the canal.  I saw where she peed from and the
ragged and lumpy skin where her hymen had been.
The wider I spread her open allowed me to see
deeper into the flexible opening and the bulge of her
cervix.  Lynn placed her hand on the back of my
head and pulled my head down against her cunt.

	For the first time in my life I tasted a wet
pussy.  She was whispering to me to stick out my
tongue and lick her clit and stuff it into her cunt.
It was more than I could process.  I smashed my
face against her flesh.  I was getting as much
satisfaction from bringing her to a climax as her
doing it to me.  When she did cum, I actually had a
climax too.  The pounding rain at least drowned out
the moans that we were making.

	I was afraid that at any moment someone
would open the flap and discover what we were
doing.  That also added to the excitement of the
forbidden act.

	Aunt Lynn and I became very close after that
weekend.  When I was a little older she even took me
to a pot party.  The house was owned by an older
woman.  She was a sweet looking little old lady that
looked like a Norman Rockwell portrait of a granny.
The only thing was she had a taste for young ladies
pussies.  The hostess of the party was a woman I
guess was in her mid twenties.  She was a tall woman
about five-feet seven or nine.  She was very slender.
She had dark curly hair, shoulder length.  All she
had on was a wraparound skirt that was almost ankle
length.  She was barefooted, but what I could not
take my eyes off of was her breasts, they were not
all that large and sagged.  They looked like empty
coin purses with pink nipples.  She was totally
comfortable with her nudity.

	I didn't count the women at the party.  I guess
there were about a dozen women there.  They all
looked like college aged young women.  They all
looked like hippies, wild or braided hair, a Hodge-
podge of clothing styles and colors.  They dressed
like the bought 'Goodwill' discards.  The party was in
full swing by the time we got there.  The house had
that acrid smell of marijuana and the rooms had a
smoky haze.  Lynn introduced me to the owner of
the house and the hostess.

	The older woman was as sweet as could be.
She fussed over me and kissed me sweetly.  The
hostess was named Alma and when she kissed me I
could taste the acrid pot taste in her mouth.  Alma
was hot to get me in the swing of the party right
away.

	She picked up a pot bong and lit it up.  She
filled her lungs and then kissed me.  She blocked my
nose with her cheek while she opened my mouth with
her tongue before she blew the smoke into my lungs.
She kept my mouth covered while I started to
sputter.  When she removed her mouth I coughed a
couple of times.  Alma took another hit and repeated
her kiss.  It took a few minutes of coughing before I
began to feel the effects.  The first thing I noticed
is that it got darker.  At first I thought someone
had turned the lights down.  Then it felt like my
body was detached from my mind.  I could feel my
clothes being removed but it was a blur.  I have no
idea how many of the women had helped remove my
clothes.

	Alma lifted one of her sagging breasts and fed
one into my mouth.  I sucked on her nipple like a
greedy baby.  Then she took one of her long slender
arms and placed her hand behind her head.  I saw
that she had hair under her arm.  She pulled my
head to her armpit.  I smelled her sweaty underarm
and felt the hair on my face.  I licked her underarm.

	Alma pulled the string that tied her skirt
around her waist.  When she dropped the skirt and
sat down in a comfortable chair, I got a good look at
her body.  Her long slender legs were unshaven.
There was dark hair all over them.  Her pussy was
unshaven too.  There was not a lot of hair, but some
of it was growing on the inside of her thighs.  I
didn't resist when she pulled my head down into her
lap.

	I was hardly aware that the other women were
gathered around while they felt each other up as
they watched me sucking Alma's pussy.  I had a
desire to play with my pussy while I was sucking her
pussy, but when I tried to place my hand on my cunt
I found that someone's hand was already there.
Someone sat on the floor and lied on her back under
me.  I was lifted up and placed over someone's head.
Whoever it was they sure knew what to do with
their tongue.  Just when I thought I had
experienced it all, I got another surprise.

	Someone parted my butt and I felt a cool
breath on my asshole.  I was busy at the time
stuffing my tongue into Alma's pussy, when I felt a
wet tongue swabbing my asshole.  I was introduced
to rimming while tasting a hairy pussy.  I have no
idea how many times I climaxed that evening.

	I even got to taste the owner's graying pussy,
between thick thighs.  She turned out to be one of
the best pussy suckers I ever met.  I don't even
know if I had sex with all of the women that night
or not.  I'm sure I had sex with some more than
once.  Alma had even sat on my face and rubbed her
pussy all over my face.  I tasted her cunt and
asshole before she was finished.  As much as I love
hairless pussies, that night I developed a taste for
hairy smelly pussy too.

	Another time I had met a woman at the library
and gone home with her.  She had two women living
with her.  I became the center of attention.  My
tongue and hands were in different pussies at all
times.  They smothered my face with their wet
cunts while one of them would eat my pussy.  I had
experienced golden showers and had women piss in
my mouth.  I had even swallowed urine.  Women had
even introduced me to anal sex.  I had licked
assholes that were as smooth as a baby's butt and
wrinkled assholes covered in hair.  I had even fist
fucked a woman that had to be over 50-years old.
Women had fucked my pussy and asshole with dildos.
Lynn had protected me from men but women were
another thing.

	Lynn eventually took it upon herself to head
for San Francisco, California.  That was just before
my sixteenth birthday. As soon as I got my driver's
license and got the use of my own car I was always
on the prowl for available women.  I even taught
some girlfriends about sex.  Rainy days in the forest
are still special for me.

	Until now, I might have told 6 people about my
aunt seducing me.  I followed Aunt Lynn like a puppy
for at least five years.  During that time I found out
there were other women that enjoyed sex with girls.
I was 13-years old before I was ever kissed by a
boy.  I had even shared a bed with three women at
one time.



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