Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2008 22:45:12 -0700 From: Jan ' 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 or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2008 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. 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. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com