Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2009 20:28:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jeannette Chapter 2 (lesbian/incest, oral, g/gF)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest
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                Jeannette Chapter 2
                        By
                       Jan

	Having been in a one-room school up to moving
to Truro, I was overwhelmed with being in a larger
school.  I had never been good in English.  My
spelling and grammar were bad enough without
having so many of my classmates know just how bad
I was.

	I was falling behind in class work.  Finally Miss
MacGregor called me aside when the other kids were
going out to play to talk about my grades.  Rather
than sit at her desk in a position of power she sat
down in the desk next to mine.  Her adult frame had
a hard time fitting into those old black steel framed
school desks with wooden seats and table tops with
an old ink wells that were stained black from past
years of liquid ink soaking into them.   She is a
middle-aged woman with a thick waist and always in
wool suits in the MacGregor tartan, practical shoes
and hair in a bun on the back of her head.

	She looked over the top of her reading glasses
as she told me, "Jan dear, you're falling behind in
your schoolwork.  What can we do to help you catch
up?"

	I didn't know what to say.  I assured her that
I was trying.

	She asked. "Can your mother help you?"

	I told her that it was 3 or 4 hours after I was
home before she would get home from work.  She
was tired after work, so I fixed dinner for her and
did the dishes.  Mom was not up to helping me with
my homework.

	Miss MacGregor thought very carefully and
then said, "I will stay after school and help you."

	I was filled with two emotions.  The first was
that I hated to stay after school to do school work.
The second was an admiration for Miss MacGregor
for being willing to help me.

	She told me to tell my mother what I was going
to be doing.  Mom was thankful that my teacher was
going to help me.  The next day as all the kids ran
for the doors to go home and play, I moved my stuff
slowly to the front of the room, so I would be close
to her desk.

	We went over the week's assignment and I
started doing them.  She sat quietly reading the
papers that we had turned in that day.  When she
had finished making her red pencil marks on the
margin of the papers and recording grades in her
book she quietly got up and walked to the window
and looked out.  I lost myself in the work again and
did not notice or feel her standing over me.  Finally
she cleared her throat, and that startled me.

	She sat down next to me and took my paper
from me and pointed out what I was doing wrong,
and why, always why.  She was not accusatory in her
voice or manner.  She was simply trying to teach me
the logic.

	Sitting next to me in the desk next to mine, I
could smell her lavender perfume.  I became aware
that I was attracted to her and wondered what it
would be like to make love to her.  She was not what
you could call an attractive woman.  She had thick
gray eyebrows and facial hair.  She even had a slight
mustache on her upper lip.  She was not much taller
than me and on the portly side.  She had large soft
breasts covering most of the front of her figure.

	Over the next few weeks my work had
improved and I was actually getting ahead of the
class in my assignments.  I began to plot how I would
be able to find out if I could make love to Miss
MacGregor.

	As luck would have it, chance stepped in and
solved my problem.  I had a fountain pen that you
had to fill from a bottle with a siphon lever.  As I
was gathering up my books and things to put them in
my bag the pen took it upon itself to spill blue ink all
over the front of my blouse.

	Miss MacGregor led me to the back of the
room and the sink.  She found a bottle of lemon
juice under the sink.  She poured a generous amount
on a clean rag and began to rub my blouse vigorously.

	I had been going through some drastic physical
changes over the past few months.  I had grown
some pubic hair between my legs that I had to shave
to be able to wear the skimpy underpants that my
cousin Judy had given me for Christmas.  My breasts
had developed enough that I had to wear a size 36-C
sized cup bra.

	Miss MacGregor was intent on getting the ink
out of the material before it stained the material
permanently.  The back of her hand that was inside
my blouse was rubbing against the bra covering my
tit.  It was not until she had gotten most of the ink
stain out that she looked at my face.  She saw that
I was almost in pain for want of a sexual release.

	She tried to apologize for what she had done.
I just took her hand and turned it over as I held it
to my breast.  She started to pull away, then just
took a grip on my left tit and squeezed it.  She kept
saying we should not be doing this as I kissed her on
the mouth.  I reached for her big breast and felt it.

	She finally broke away and said, "We can't do
this here, the janitor might come in at anytime to
clean up."  I assured her that Mom would not be
home for another several hours today.  We
straightened up our clothes and walked the short
distance to her home provided by the school district.
I called Mom to ask her if it was alright for me to
study at Miss MacGregor's home that evening.  Of
course she gave her permission after Miss
MacGregor assured her that it would be no problem
to fix dinner for the two of us.  She told Mom that
it would be a pleasure to have the company.  That
done we were free to do what we wanted.

	I was dying to see what she would look like
naked.  I was fumbling with the buttons on her suit
as she was leading me to her bedroom.  She sat on
the side of her bed and undressed me.  She was
pleased with what she found by the look on her face.
She turned me around to inspect me.  Her soft
hands left a trail of goose bumps on my flesh as
they felt my body.  I had been embarrassed by the
size of my tits because the boys all wanted to touch
them.  Now I was proud that they pleased my
teacher so much.

	I started to undress her.  She stood up and
faced me as I removed her suit jacket, skirt, silk
blouse and slip.  I'm sure it would have been hard to
find a bra to fit the size of her tits.  They covered
most of her belly.  She turned around and bent over
to remove her shoes.  Her big fanny was covered in
her soft pink panties.  I reached for them and pulled
them down.  When they cleared her thighs they fell
to the floor and she stepped out of them.  As she
turned around to face me I was struck by the
amount of pubic hair she had.  Oh, her legs were
shaved clean but the pubic hair covered her mound
completely and a trail ran all the way up to her
navel-button.  Her tits were big and hung practically
to her waist.   Her big brown areolas were
surrounded by a thin trail of dark hair.  Not much
but what was there was long and wispy.   I had an
overwhelming desire to taste both of her tits.

	I reached for both of them.  The right one
went in my mouth and I cupped the second one in my
right hand.  I sucked on the massive nipple until my
cheeks hurt.  Then I switched to her left tit.  I was
plastering the hair to her flesh with my saliva.  I was
also running my hand in the hair on her lower body.
When I brought my fingers to my face I could smell
her musty odor.

	She had been in those panties all day and her
pussy smelt very strongly of urine and that meaty
odor that pussies have.  I had to taste her.  I put
my hands on the backs of her legs and licked my way
down from her navel to her labia.  I found that her
clitoris was very large.  It stuck out from under the
hood of flesh.  Her clit was as large as her thumb.  I
was sure she could even fuck me with it.  I took it in
my mouth and sucked it like I was going to get milk
from it.  The stimulation was too much for Miss
MacGregor.  Her knees buckled as she climaxed.
She had to lie down on the bed next to me.  She
took me in her arms and kissed me on my mouth and
I knew she could taste her own flesh on my wet
face.

	Miss MacGregor started kissing me on the
face.  She licked my ears and then licked her way
down to my neck.  She was feeling my breasts on her
way to sucking them.  Eventually she took my pink
nipple in her mouth and sucked on it until I thought
she was going to suck the whole thing down her
throat.  She sucked first the right then the left.
While her mouth was busy doing that her hand was
running down my body.  Her hand felt so good on the
inside of my thighs.  She spread my legs open wide
so she could feel my cunt.  She teased the curls of
my pubic hair above my pussy with her fingers.   She
found my little nub of a clitoris and rubbed it until I
thought I would pee on the bed.

	Miss MacGregor moved to the foot of the bed.
She put my legs over her shoulders and brought her
face close enough to my pussy that I could feel her
hot breath on the hairs of my pussy.  She used both
hands to open it wide when her tongue actually
touched the walls of my vagina I actually did squirt a
little pee into her mouth.  She just drank it as she
drilled her tongue deep into my vagina.

	Before I could cum, she pulled her face back
and moved up between my legs on her knees.  She
used her fingers on either side of her clitoris to
expose it as much as possible.  I felt her lean
forward and her clit actually entered my pussy and
she was fucking me with it.  It was hard to say who
climaxed first, but when she laid on me her warmth
felt so nice and we kissed.

	We had dinner and bathed before I headed for
home.  During that time she told me that she had
been a lesbian for years but had never made an
advance to any of her students before.  I told her
about Aunt Jane and Cousin Judy.  She expressed a
desire to meet them someday.  Miss MacGregor and
I continued my tutorial sessions two or three times a
week.  We found time afterwards to enjoy sex with
each other.

	The night Miss MacGregor first started
tutoring me, Mom and I got a call from Aunt Jane
inviting us to spend Easter week at her place.  We
planned on making the trip right away.

	Mom was working for a large wholesale and
retail kitchen and household appliance company and
was moving up the corporate ladder quickly.  She was
moved to the distribution and wholesale division.
This meant that she would be going to conventions to
evaluate manufacturer products.  She would gather
up product information and make notes on the
margins, like this is just like all equivalent products
or this is new order enough for all stores.  Then she
went to outlets in Canada to tell sales people how to
sell the product to the customers.  The reason I
mentioned this is that Mom now had to travel a lot.
She felt that I was still too young to be left alone
that much.  But I convinced her that I would be
okay.  I assured her that my teacher would be happy
to look in on me, and help me with homework.

	Miss MacGregor came over after school to talk
to Mom.  She told her that she felt that I was a
nice young lady, and would be happy to look after me.
She said, "On your weekend trips it would be my
pleasure to have Jeannette's company at my home."

	Mom felt that Miss MacGregor was a very kind
lady for offering to watch over me, while she was
traveling.  She admonished me to mind Miss
MacGregor, and pick up after myself without being
told.  Miss MacGregor and I got to spend a lot of
enjoyable weekends together.

	Easter vacation did come quickly, and Mom
took the time off from work to spend it with Aunt
Jane.  On Good Friday we drove over to Halifax.
Cousin Judy was home from college for the weekend,
but had to be back at the hospital Monday.  She had
to start the night shift on an internship duty, as one
of the nurses on duty.

	The four of us had a great weekend.  Mom and
Aunt Jane talked endlessly about her new position,
and what it could lead to in the future.  Judy and I
shared her bed as usual.  The first night I told her
all about my teacher, Miss MacGregor.  When I told
her that her clitoris was as big as her thumb and she
could actually fuck me with it Judy was very
interested.

	Judy's reaction was, "You're lying to me.
Women don't have clitori that big."

	I assured her, "It is true, and she wants to
meet you and Aunt Jane."

	The discussion got her so hot that she had to
was suck my cunt.  She was making so much noise, I
was getting concerned that Mom would hear us and
come in to investigate.  So, I muffled her moans by
putting my hands on the back of her head, and
forced her face hard against my vagina.

	Monday morning we sent Judy off, on her way
back to school.  For the next three days the three
of us visited, shopped, went to dinner and movies.
Wednesday night Mom got a call from work, about
being needed to straighten out some big order that
didn't get delivered.  She had to drive back to the
home office that night.  Aunt Jane told her not to
worry, and she would bring me home by Sunday.

	That night we went to dinner at the nightclub.
The same one we went to the first night we went
out.  We had a great dinner, when the dishes had
been removed we went into the cocktail lounge.  We
enjoyed the piano music and talked.  I told her all
about my teacher, and her desire to meet her.

	The owner of the lounge came over, sat down
at our booth to talk to us.  She and Aunt Jane were
old friends.  Jane introduced me as her niece from
Truro.  Aunt Jane told me that, "This is Wendy, an
old friend of mine."  She added, "We have shared
many a night in bed with each other."

	Wendy was a lovely woman with hair that can
only be called a dirty blonde.  It hung down to her
shoulders.  She took my hand and told me, "You are
always welcome in my establishment.  Should anyone
give you a bad time about being in my establishment,
just page me."  She added, "If Jane has no
objections, I will call my daughter, and the four of
us could spend the evening together."

	Aunt Jane smiled broadly, and told her, "Why
do you think I brought her in tonight for dinner.  I
knew you would love to meet Jeannette and share
Linda with us."

	Wendy called the cocktail waitress over and
asked for a phone and the bill for this table.  When
the waitress returned with the phone, she plugged it
into the wall jack.  Wendy called home.

	Wendy said, "Linda!  This is Mom, are you doing
anything tonight?   Well, cancel it, and get your ass
down here now, because I'm looking at a sweet
looking girl of 12.  She needs us to make love to her."
She put the receiver back in the cradle, and the
waitress gave me a knowing smile, as she handed the
bill to Wendy.   Wendy signed it and waved the girl
off.

	We shared a few drinks, while we waited for
Linda to arrive.  When Linda arrived, we were
introduced.  Linda looked to be no more than 18
years old.  She didn't just shake my hand; she took
me by the shoulders, and kissed me on the mouth.  I
could feel her breath on my cheek as her tongue
went into my mouth.

	I was weak kneed and embarrassed as I looked
around the room.  All I saw were smiling women, if
they were looking at us.  Linda whispered in my ear,
"Don't worry, everyone in this club is a pussy loving
woman."

	This was the first time I looked carefully
around the room.  In the 50's women in Nova Scotia
would not openly wear men's clothes.  But the room
was full of women dressed for a cocktail party, and
others were dressed in tailored business suits.  Their
hair was cut like Doris Day.  When I caught the eye
of the bartender in a white silk shirt, and black vest,
she gave me a knowing wink.  She raised a glass in a
toast to me.  I thought, GOD, just look at all the
different kinds of women.  Could I make love to all
of them?

	When we left, Wendy had Linda ride with Jane.
I rode with her.  I got in Wendy's brand-new 1952
Ford Custom coupe.  I scooted over the bench seat,
and cuddled up against her hip.  She gave me a warm
kiss, before she turned the key.  She lifted my
budding breast and smiled.  She said, "You are
growing up nicely.  I'm sure that you are a tasty
little number."

	We pulled out of the parking lot, and headed to
her home.  Her home was too much to be believed.
The home was on a rocky point.  As you drive up the
private road, you look right through the glass A-
frame front, to the back, and across the glassed in
patio.

	When we entered the front door, Wendy
flipped a switch.  The outside was covered in light,
making it impossible to see into the house.  Linda
showed the house to Jane and me.  By the time we
got back to the central part of the house, Wendy
had four drinks ready for us.

	Wendy had changed into a dressing gown, of a
nylon that was totally transparent.  For a woman
near her forties, she was amazing.  The only
giveaway that she was a mother was the stretch
marks on her lower abdomen.  She handed us all a
cocktail glass, and proposed a toast.  "To all the
sweet young pussies we will ever eat."

	Linda wasted no time going to her room to
change.  She tossed her clothes on a chair near the
door.  What a lovely body she had.  Her skin looks
like pink marble.  Not one flaw was on her skin.  Her
lips and nails were the same shade of dark pink as
the areolas on her breasts.

	Jane and I looked at each other, and laughed.
We both removed our clothes.  We placed them on
the chair.  Linda returned with us to the bar as a
group.  She linked her arm through Jane's and my
arms, as she led us out the sliding door onto the
patio.  From the glassed in porch, we had a
commanding view of the Atlantic Ocean.  Only a few
pleasure boat lights were visible.  The rocky beach
was not even visible in the shadow of the house.

	Linda turned to me, gathered me into her arms,
and kissed me again.  This time she put both hands
on the cheeks of my ass, as she almost sucked the
air out of my lungs.  She swabbed my throat with
her tongue.  She moved slightly to one side, and
straddled my hip, as she ground her vagina on my
thigh.

	I put one arm under hers, and around her back.
The other hand I put on her right breast.  I
squeezed it like it was a melon I was going to buy.
As the kiss ended, I looked past her, to see Wendy
and Aunt Jane returning to the comfort of the
sunken family room.

	Linda led me back into the room as Wendy was
turning on the gas lighter in the fireplace.  In just a
few moments, the log caught fire.  Wendy turned
the gas off.

	Wendy returned to the couch, to sit next to
Jane.  She put her arm around her, as she sat on one
of her legs.  The other leg was lying over the ankle
of the one she was sitting on.  Her negligee opened
naturally to reveal her breasts, and pubic area.

	Aunt Jane leaned over and kissed her mouth, as
she placed her hand on one of the breasts.  Wendy
reacted by placing her hand over Jane's vagina, so
that she could move her middle finger into the
valley, to feel her dampness.

	Linda led me to a pile of pillows lying against
the side of the sunken room.  The carpet was a thick
pile of the finest wool.  Your feet almost
disappeared in the pile.  She sat on a pillow as she
drew me down next to her.  She felt my young
breasts until my nipples were almost in pain from
desire for her to suck the nipples.  As she looked me
in the face, she moved between my legs and kissed
my navel.  She left a wet trail down my body.  She
found the new growth of lightly colored hair to play
with.

	I couldn't take it anymore.  I pushed her head
down until her tongue found my little clitoris.   She
whipped my clit around with her tongue.  As she
moved farther down my body to taste and lick my
vagina, I felt her manicured finger enter my asshole.
I could not take it anymore, and climaxed in her
mouth.

	Having recovered, I placed Linda on her back
with her ass on the pillow.  I put her legs over the
top of the step from the sunken room.  I moved
around so I could lie on my tummy and look into
Linda's vagina.  Her labia protruded beyond her
opening of her cunt and were ruffled.  It looked like
a decoration on a cake.  Her pubic hair was shaved
into an adorable heart shape. She could wear the
smallest of bikinis possible, and not one loose hair
would ever be visible.

	I reached up and took each tit in my hands, as
my mouth covered that heart.  I moved down to
administer to her clitoris.  When I felt my chin
getting wet from her pussy, I moved my tongue into
the gaping hole.  I made quick work of tongue
fucking her.  As Linda moaned her pleasure with my
accomplishments, I felt warm hands on my hips.

	I looked back to see Wendy moving me around,
so that I was on my back, with my legs hanging into
the sunken living room.  With that done, she
straddled my head, and lowered her pussy to my
mouth.  Oh!  It was so wet, I could not tell if it was
from Aunt Jane's licking her, or was her own juice.
The aroma was heady, as I went to work pleasing
her.

	Wendy put my legs behind my armpits, in a
manner that lifted my ass up off the floor.  This
gave Wendy access to my cunt, and asshole at the
same time.  When her tongue was not in my
bunghole, her nose was.  When her nose was in my
ass, her tongue was in my cunt.  I climaxed first, and
Wendy lapped up everything my vagina produced.

	As we sat on the edge of the step into the
room, we watched as Aunt Jane and Linda finished
climaxing in each other's mouth.  We fixed fresh
drinks and watched home movies of past orgies that
had been held in this house.

	As the morning sun turned the room from black
to gray, to a bright golden color, it woke up the
tangle of bodies on the floor.  We showered and
brushed our teeth, got dressed and said our
goodbyes to each other.

	On the drive back to Aunt Jane's, we discussed
how we could make arrangements for Jane to meet
Miss MacGregor.



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