Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2019 18:45:43 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Aunt Dorothy (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, f/fFFF) Adult Youth, oral anal, f/fFFF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2019 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@yahoo.com f you have any suggestions for a future story. Aunt Dorothy By Jan My mother and father were followers of Aimee Semple McPherson's Four Squair Church. Their parents had attended her tent revivals and became members of her Church in the Midwest. I was raised within the Church and believed everything I was told. I grew up hearing all about the temple in Los Angles, California. It was my dream to attend the college located next to Echo Park Lake on Glendale Blvd and Sunset Blvd. I had resigned myself to never would never actually get to fulfill my dream. I never realized that I was the picture of a Norman Rockwell painting of a wild-haired blonde, Blue-eyed country girl, in a cotton print dress and barefooted. Running through a dry wheat field. It came as a heartbreaking shock when my parents were killed when a long hall truck driver fell asleep on the interstate and collided with my parent's pickup coming home from the feed store. As far as I knew I didn't have any living relatives. I was only 12- years-old and feared that I would be sent to the County Orphanage. Social Services got custody of me. When I was taken to see the judge, it came as a surprise that my mother had a sister living in California. When the judge asked me, if I would like to live with her? There was no question. I had no idea where she lived but anyplace would be better the County. I was allowed to stay with the monster and his wife while my aunt was contacted. The farm was put up for sale and eventually sold. The proceeds were put in trust in the local bank. I was told that my aunt was thrilled to become my guardian, and would be here in a couple of days. I was curious to find out what my aunt looked like, and why I had never heard anything about her. I had been told that her name was Dorothy Gillam. My Mother's maiden name. Apparently, she flew into Kansas International airport and leased a car to drive to our little town south the airport. When I heard the sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway, come busting out of the screen door. The minister's wife followed and was wringing her hands on a tea towel. As the car came to a stop, I rushed up to open the door. The woman that emerged, had a face that looked familiar but younger looking than my mother. I pounced on her and gave her a big bear hug. I was impressed by the way she was dressed and smelled. To me she looked like a movie star, all decked out in an ensemble that was color coordinated in an obviously expensive style suitable for summer in white, yellow and orange. There were the introductions. It was as if the minister's wife was studying my aunt as if she wasn't sure if she approved of my aunt, after all to the religious right-wing middle-western's, southern Californians are looked upon as hedonistic liberal socialists. She inquired of my aunt the reason she chose to move to the west coast. Aunt Dorothy was very diplomatic and explained that she chose to study cinematic production at Steven Spielberg's school of cinema at the University of Southern California. (USC), and chose to live there to pursue a career in movie production. The minister's wife may have been judgmental but that didn't prevent her from being star struck, she wanted to know if Dorothy had met many movie stars. Dorothy recounted her opinion of a number of celebrities without denigrating any of them. She assured the woman that in truth most of the people she dealt with were professional and family people. She brushed off the salacious stories on the news and in scandal magazines as publicity stunts put out by studios as advance publicity to promote a movie or the flagging fame of a star. Eventually, the woman worked up to my aunt. By the time all of the legal obligations were completed all of my belongings had been packed and shipped west. It was a thrilling new adventure for me to fly. I had to sit near the window so that I could look out the window and see the clouds from above and see what the earth looked like from 30,000 feet. I held my breath as we landed at LAX. There was a car waiting for us and the driver opened the door to the limousine for us. I couldn't believe how many cars there were on the freeway. I would have sworn that on the drive to her home I saw as many cars and trucks as there are in the whole State of Kansas. I couldn't tell where one City began or ended. It was all like one big City. Aunt Dorothy had to tell me when we passed through different cities. I asked my aunt if she lived in Hollywood? Aunt Dorothy chuckled, "Not everyone lives in Hollywood. Some live in Malibu, a good number live on the north side of the Santa Monica Mountains in areas like Encino and Tarzana. Still others prefer older areas like Silver Lake. The wealthy communities are scattered to different areas like San Marino, Palos Verdes and up and down the cost of California. The chauffeur had taken a route that had us on at least four different freeways before he eventually exited Interstate Freeway 5 and drove us up narrow roads past old stucco homes that looked like they had been built at the beginning of the 20th century. He eventually arrived at the top of the hill and pulled into a gated home that looked out of place because it was a modern concrete and glass structure. He parked the limo in front of the front of the house. I could see that to the side of the house was a four-car garage. Standing in front of the house I could see an amazing amount of the cities below us. . Dorothy points to the south and said Dodger stadium is out of sight over the hill and the tall building beyond is LA, to the north she says is Griffith Park and beyond is San Fernando Valley, to the east is Glendale and beyond is San Gabriel Valley, to the west in Hollywood and Santa Monica. I strained to see anything I would make any landmarks I could make out. I asked, "Where is Echo Lake?" "Why do you ask:" "The Four Squair Pentecostal temple and College is at the north end of the lake." Aunt Dorothy smiled condescendingly, "It is just over that hill to the southeast, as she pointed her finger in a southerly direction and traced a direction in the air. We could drive over that hill and turn south on Glendale Blvd. and it would take us under Sunset Blvd. right to the Church. I can take you to see it whenever you want." Her statement was music to my ears. Upon entering the home, I was impressed by the opulence of her modern home. I didn't understand why a single woman needed a four-bedroom home with five bathrooms. There was an office, library, living- room, family-room dining-room, kitchen with attached breakfast-alcove that has a view of the Greek Theater. Dorothy proceeded to show me the bedrooms and assured me that I could choke which bedroom was going to be mine. Of course, I chose the largest bedroom. It was the farthest room from Dorothy's. I suspected that she was relieved that I didn't choose a bedroom closer to hers because I learned that she often had houseguests. It was all overwhelming to find myself in a crowded City and so many different kinds of people. I had lived in a country flat as a billiard table and able to see for miles. Now I was on top of a hill and able to see tall mountains that had snow on them in the east that looked close enough to drive to in a little more than an hour. I wanted to see the big theaters and movie studios and barely noticed how shabby most of the areas were. Disneyland was a must. I was surprised that driving there took as much time as driving a hundred miles across the State of Kansas, even though it was only about 30-miles away. Getting used to my new school was interesting. Back home my classmates were almost all members of Christin Evangelical Churches. Where the locals mistrusted anyone of a different faith or race. Now I was in a school where there were members of my class were Muslim, Jewish, Catholic and a variety of large Protestant faiths, and there were Blacks, Hispanic and Orientals. I found myself becoming with most of them. I began to appreciate the points of view that were more liberal. I was intimidated by the students, they seemed so worldly. There was one girl that seemed to be as intimidated as me, so I sought her out to befriend. Her name was Georgiana and I told her my name was Elizabeth. She was a slender girl and her father was an executive for the local ABC studio. Her family lives near Aunt Dorothy. Aunt Dorothy worked strange hours so her maid tended to be the one to take me to and from school, but when Georgiana and I became friends her mother offered to take me to and from school. When Dorothy was working, I had permission to spend time at Georgiana's. We would have a snack and retreat to her bedroom to talk. She showed me her doll collection and memorabilia she had collected because of her father's connections within the entertainment industry. When the subject of sex came up, I told her about the religious beliefs of the community I came from and how much the liberal way our fellow students talked about sex disturbed me. She confessed that she didn't care about boys at all. That was why she didn't talk about such stuff with the other girls. As we became close friends, she seemed to touch me a lot. We were listening to music in her bedroom one afternoon and she wanted to dance. She took m in her arms and led as we moved to the rhythm of the music. Her body was rubbing against mine and she kissed me on the lips. It disturbed me and I pushed her away. Georgiana pleaded, "Please, I want to kiss you!" "That isn't right! You shouldn't do things like that." "Please, I love you!" Her pronouncement shocked me. I stood motionless as she kissed me on the mouth. When she broke the kiss, I was confused I did enjoy her kiss, but everything I had been taught told me that it was wrong. Our relationship was strained, the rest of the afternoon. I struggled with my feeling all night. I wasn't sure about m feeling. I liked Georgina but she frightened me. At school the next day I avoided talking to her. When her mother picked us up and drove us to their home, I planned on excusing myself and walking home, but Georgiana grabbed my arm and insisted that we talk. We went straight to her bedroom and she pleased with me to be her friend. When I told her that she was my best friend, she hugged me and kissed me again. I didn't resist this time and her kiss became more passionate. I moaned when she forced her tongue between my lips. I did try to resist when she placed her hand on my young breast, but she insisted. She even took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand down to her crotch and rubbed my hand between her legs. When I didn't withdraw my hand, she pulled up her skirt and my hand felt the warmth and soft pubic hair and was surprised to realize that she was not wearing panties. While I was feeling my first pussy, she pulled up my skirt and slipped her fingers under the leg of my panties and stroked my own soft pubic hair. We masturbated each other until I actually had an orgasm. I felt guilty instantly. When her mother drove me home, I felt like she knew what we had done. After that day every time we were lone, we masturbated each other and kissed like mad. We sucked tits and when Georgiana went down on me and sucked my pussy I was hooked. When she finished making me cum and flipped on her back with her legs spread, I only paused for a moment before I went down on her. I had smelled and tasted my fingers after masturbating her, so I knew what she smelled and tasted like. I liked sucking on her pussy but still had guild feeling afterward. When her mother drove me home, she kissed me on the cheek and smiles a knowing smile. Then it dawned on me that Georgiana's cum was smeared all over my face. I worried that she would tell my aunt. Aunt Dorothy hosted parties of her friend from the entertainment, local business and political community. It was fascinating to watch her work the guests to get financing and shooting permits and sell scripts to actors. After a particular party, I confronted my aunt about why Hollywood can never do Justas to great books. Her answer was that movies are restrained by fears of profit, time and happy endings. When they edit the film for time they cut supporting data. For instance, the movie Star Wars IV didn't introduce Biggs until the final battle. Where the book introduced him at the beginning when he was leaving to join the alliance and Luke lamented that his uncle needed him to harvest the crops. On subsequent parties, I noticed that after the guests left several of her women friends stayed overnight in the extra bedrooms. Many evenings she hosted a few women friends that spent the night. I was flattered that so many of her friends were so friendly to me. They talked to me like I was an adult. They hugged and kissed me a lot. I became suspicious that these women were lesbians, but couldn't bring myself to admit to myself that my aunt was into that sort of activity, and some of the movie stars had reputations of being involved with male actors, celebrated athletes, producers and writes. One day when Aunt Dorothy had a free weekend and I didn't have anything in particular to do I asked her to take me to see the Four Squair Campus, so she pulled out her little Morris Minor Mini car and she drove me to the north end of Echo Lake. We parked the car and walked across the street to the quarter round building on the corner. I was struck by the fact that it wasn't as bad as the photographs I had seen had looked. It looked rather dingy. In the lobby were showcases, full of old wooden wheelchairs, crutches, and braces attributed to proof of Aimee's healing powers. Walking down into the theater style of the auditorium with a balcony smelled moldy and the circular ramps leading to the stage had iron railings with 4's worked into them and painted silver, so That color lights could be projected onto them to set the mood. While we were wandering around, we were eventually greeted to the school by a young woman that couldn't have been more than 18-years-old. She offered to show us around. She explained that what looked like two parallel two-story apartment wings were the girl and boy's dorms. She showed us through the girl's dorm. As we passed an open door, I saw a girl sitting at a desk with another girl standing behind her and she was feeling the girl's breasts and kissing her on the neck. I was shocked by what I saw. Back home any girl caught doing such things would be excommunicated from the congregation. When we arrived in a large room, the girl pointed out that this was the study hall for the girls. I was shocked by the way they were dressed and the way they talked. There was a girl sitting in a big overstuffed chair and another girl was sitting on her lap and they were kissing. I was very upset but didn't say anything until we were back in Dorothy's car. I expressed my shock at the behavior of the girls attending the Four Squair College. Dorothy pointed out to me that she had checked out the school and it was not even accredited by the State. A degree from that school was not worth the paper it was printed on. All it would do is allow a minister from the Four Squair Church to proclaim that they were college graduates. The girls that attended the school were just hoping to become minister's wives and live comfortably in a midwestern community where they would be the center of social activity. She pointed out there were scandals about Aimee in the thirties about her diapering for a couple of weeks and showing up and laming she had been kidnapped and walking for days across the desert. When it was pointed out that she wasn't sunburned or dehydrated. She claimed it was a miracle of GOD. Her husband had a long history of accusations of infidelity and the statutory rape of minors. I was disillusioned by the hypocrisy of it all. I had been brought up to believe that she was a wait and her word came from GOD. I struggled with my feelings about me believes for a long time. One night when Dorothy came home long after my bedtime, I thought she was alone and got up to talk to her about a problem I was having with a boy at school that was starting to touch me inappropriately. When I opened the bedroom door the room was filled with the pink glow of a soft red bulb in a lamp. The sight that greeted me was something I will never forget. There was a beautiful woman laying on my aunt's bed naked and my aunt was on top of her with her butt facing he and the woman's head was between her legs looking up at Dorothy's asshole. Dorothy's pussy was spread over the woman's hose and mouth. The smell of the perfume and powers in my aunt's bedroom were very familiar to me but there was also the strong aroma of female sex was strong as well. I don't think they even notice my presence. I closed the door and turned to mt room. Everything I had been taught by my parents and everyone I knew had told me that such activity was a mortal sin and they were going to hell. At the same time, I had learned to love my aunt very much and couldn't come to grips with what I had witnessed. I struggled with my feelings all night. I was uncomfortable Saturday morning when I got up because I could smell coffee crewing and toast cooking. I got dressed and made my bed before slowly making my way to the kitchen. Aunt Dorothy was dressed in teal dressing grown while she was cooking breakfast. On many occasions, my aunt's guests stayed for breakfast's. This morning last night's guest was sitting at the round breakfast table with a coffee cup in her hands and looking out the windows. The woman was wearing one of my aunt's dressing gowns. The woman looked familiar but I couldn't recognize where I had seen her before. The two of them were in a good mood and my aunt introduced her guest and told her that I was her nice. The woman extended her hand to shake my hand as I was about to sit across the table from her. I studied her face in an effort to figure out why her face was familiar to me. The two women were talking about an upcoming location shoot. That was when I recognized the woman. I had seen the young actress in some supporting roles in movies in recent release. I must have stared at her during the meal a little too much. She eventually excused herself to get cleaned up ad call a cab to take her home. Dorothy turned her attention to me. "It was rude of you to stare at her so much." "I recognized her but it took me a little hike to remember the movies I had seen her in; and other things." When her guest returned to say goodbye there was the usual pecks on the cheeks and promises to do it again. After she was gone Dorothy returned to the table .and sat down facing me. "I have the feeling something is bothering you?" "My parents always told me that anyone that did the things I saw you doing to that woman last night would be damned." Dorothy's face drained of blood. She didn't respond for a moment. "Honey, I'm sure that there is a lot of things you don't understand. I am human and have specific sexual desires that I know that you have a hard time understanding." "I have been confused about everything sexual for days now. Back home everyone in our community believes every word Aimee Semple McPherson preached, but now I'm discovering she didn't practice what she preached. My best friend wants to have sex with me all of the time. Now I find that you are living the life my parents would condemn, yet everything I know about you is that you are a good and respected human being." "Honey, I'm sure everything that has happened recently has been overwhelming. Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable living with me? I truly want you to enjoy living with me because I do love you! I would have loved being in your life all of the past years but your parents were ashamed of me." "Aunt Dorothy I didn't even know that my mother has a sister! I had been brought up to believe that homosexual behavior was a mortal sin. Having, actually seen what takes place at the College founded by the founder of my parent's Church I have been faced with the hypocrisy of what I was taught. I don't know what I should believe. All I know is that I love you!" Dorothy gave me a warm hug and kissed me on the cheek. I felt the warmth of our body as she hugged me. I loved the smell of her perfume and hair. I felt her heartbeat and love she was professing. Aunt Dorothy tilted my head up by my chin and kissed me on my lips and the kiss lingered until I returned her kiss. Then she pressed her tongue between my lips and when I opened my mouth, she stuck her tongue into my mouth and sucked my tongue into her mouth and clung to it with her lips. I surrendered to her completely. I didn't resist when she placed her hand on my B size breast and squeezed it gently. The feeling it induced took my breath away. Dorothy actually started breathing into my mouth. I went limp and surrenders to her completely. I felt her unbuttoning my blouse while she continued kissing me. I had been so proud of my having developed breasts large enough to wear a bra, even though they were small and firm enough to not really need to wear one. Dorothy placed her hand pm the supportive and slightly passed bra. Slowly she started pulling the blouse free of my shoulders ad once the blouse was free of my arms, she reached around my body to unhook the bra and pull the straps off my shoulders. When the bra was resting on my lap, she placed her hand on the bare flesh of my tit. The kiss continued while she toyed with my nipple that nipple felt sore. Then she played with the other nipple until it was hard. She broke the kiss long enough to pull me to my feet in front of the dining chair. While I was standing the bra fell to the floor. She pulled the blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned the flap of my skirt to be able to unzip the skirt. It only took a little tug for my shirt to end up on the floor around my feet. She had me step out of the pile of material and sit back down on the chair where she returned to breathing into my mouth, she rubbed her hand gently all over my body as she worked her way down to my panties. She rubbed my crotch until they were not only warm, they were moist from the secretions from my pussy. Before she slipped her hand under the waistband on my panties. I let out a moan of pleasure as her fingers ran carouse the patch of dark pubic hair. I had been so proud of my pubic hair because it was proof that I was no longer a child. My body jerked when her finger touched my little clit. I had been secretly playing with my pussy since I was ten. Even though my parents had preached to me that such activity was wrong. As pleasurable as it had been, the feels were nothing compared to the way my aunt had me feel. Just when I was about to cum, she pulled her hand out of my pants. I grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her hand back to my crotch, but she resisted. She knelt before the chair and placed her hands on my hips and pulled my panties down. The crotch clung to my wet pussy, as she pulled them down my legs. The look on my aunt's face was pure lust when she got a glimpse of my moist crotch. Aunt Dorothy spread my legs and kissed the inside of my thighs about midway down and switched back and forth as she worked her way closer to my crotch. I grabbed the back of her head by her hair and pulled her face against my pussy. When she started licking my pussy, I wrapped my legs around her head to prevent her from pulling away until I had an orgasm. When I did cum, I couldn't control the quivering of my legs. I was actually banging my heels against her back. She allowed me to recline in the chair until I recovered. Dorothy was clearing the table. I stood up and stopped her and told her to leave everything, as I pulled her to her bedroom. I helped her get undressed and pushed her backward onto the bed. I mounted her and started kissing her like she had breathed for me as much as I could. Ten I marveled at the size of her 36-C breasts before I held them and sucked on her nipples. When she placed her hands on my shoulders and applied pressure, I knew what she wanted and slipped off of the bed to kneel before the object I was about to worship. Aunt Dorothy's brown pubic hair was trimmed to an even length and shaved into a little triangle. I saw that her labia protruded beyond her labia majora and the fringe looked grayish. It reminded me of the meat of a raw clam. I tool the rubbery lips of her pussy into my mouth and sucked air in to make the flesh vibrate against the lips of my mouth. Dorothy was breathlessly proclaiming what an amazing job I was doing. When she squirted fluid into my mouth, I swallowed the fluid and continued sucking until she had a second orgasm. We spent the rest of the day wallowing around on the bed soaked in our sweat. We must have finger fucked and sucked each-others pussy close to s dozen times. Just wen I thought I had experienced everything Dorothy did something I couldn't believe she would do. Dorothy rolled me over onto my belly and pulled her hair up onto my knees so that my butt was up in the air while my face was pressed against the mattress. Then she placed her hands on the cheeks of my butt and spread them to expose my asshole. She blew air from her mouth against my asshole forcing it to pucker tightly. Then she started licking my crotch from my pussy up and past my asshole to the dimple of the junction of the cheeks. Then she zeroed in on my asshole. It tickled so much I couldn't keep my butt still. She spit on my asshole and licked the spit up. I couldn't believe what was happing. When I had an orgasm, I actually squirted a little pee down my legs. It was like a honeymoon for a couple of weeks. When Dorothy wasn't working, she would pick me up from school, and we would rush home to get naked and in bed. One day Georgiana pulled me aside and complained, "Are you mad at me?" "Not at all!" "Then why have you been avoiding me? Even Mother thinks something is wrong. She is wondering my you are not coming home with us." I tried to bush off by saying, "Aunt Dorothy has had some free time and she has wanted some bonding time with me. Why don't you plan on spending this weekend at our place?" "Okay, I will hold you to that." When her mother delivered Georgiana, Dorothy invited her to come in and get acquainted. While I took Georgiana to my room, Dorothy found out Georgiana's Mother's name was Grace. Grace said, "I thought Elizabeth had a falling out with Georgina." "I'm sorry about that I have been monopolizing Elizabeth's time. I didn't know how much I would learn to love my niece. He means everything to me." Grace commented, "Do you think they are getting together?" "If I know anything about them, I'm sure they are in each other's pantie by now/" Grace's face looked surprised, "You don't mind that they are having sex with each other?" "Every girl and woman should have a special girlfriend to make them cum when a man just can't get it done." Grace smiled, "Should we join them?" "Why not!" When they opened my sedroom door then found Georgiana and me sitting on my bed with our hands in each other's panties. We were startled and yanked our hands out of each-other's panties. Dorothy had her hand around Grace's waist. "Don't panic! Grace and I came up to join the fun." Grace said, "I have been wanting to get a taste of Elizabeth's pussy for months." They approached the bed and helped us out of our clothes before joining us in a nude coming out party. The four of us did everything including the use of dildos. Grace sure did mean what she said about wanting to get a taste of me. She sucked my pussy and ate my asshole until I had a half dozen orgasms. I even felt a pang of jealousy watching my aunt fucking Georgiana. Life was never the same again. Aunt Dorothy took me to some all-girl parties with the elite of the movie industry. There are several well-known stars that are out, but there are still plenty of women the public don't know about. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@yahoo.com