Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 12:38:06 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Jeannette Chapter 4 (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, F/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest between a girl and women. If this type of content 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 on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2009 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Jeannette Chapter 4 By Jan I continued my relationship with Aunt Jane the rest of Jane's life. But being a teenager of the fifties, all good Canadian girls were brought up expecting to get married and have a family. I let my future husband fuck me when I was 16. The result was that I was pregnant by 17. I was married by the time I was 18 and we had 4 children by the time I was 21. My husband was good with the children but not a very inspired lover. He only sucked my pussy 2 times in 40 years of marriage and was drunk both times. After a few years his idea of sex was a few quick thrusts to cum and them roll over and go to sleep. He snored like a bear hibernating for the winter. The result was I was left to bring myself off by hand. When the children were in school I got restless and started taking art classes at a local community college. I took a few classes to find something that I liked. I was much older than the rest of the students and in some cases even older than the teachers. One fall I took a life study class. I was drawn to the idea of drawing naked bodies. The teacher was a very attractive young man that had the hearts of all the young girls in the class aflutter. I picked up on the fact that he was gay very quickly. It was obvious that his favorite male model was his lover. The young man was dark haired and almost girl like. When the class would take coffee breaks some of the girls would gather around me because I was kind of like a mother figure to them. (Little did they know about my sexual desires?) The girls expressed their desire to either date the teacher or the male model. I had to tell them that they were barking up the wrong tree. The girls were broken hearted when I pointed out that the model was the lover of the teacher. Eventually they saw that what I had told them was true. The other two models used in the class were both lesbian women. I didn't bother letting the girls in the class know about the sexual preference of the women models. I delighted in watching the young male students in the class hiding behind their easels. They would have boners from looking at the naked women. With time they got used to seeing them and only thought about the light and shadows on the figures. Just the same they did try to get friendly with the best looking female model to no avail. One was a kind of attractive girl with reddish- blonde hair. I found out during breaks that she had grown up in a nudist family. She was really a shy girl. Modeling was just her way of making extra money. Growing up in a nudist family made it easy to stand around naked in front of people. The girl was comfortable talking to me because I was kind of a mother figure but she was not really attracted to me. She did develop a crush on one student. The girl may not have been a lesbian when the school year started but over the months the model became friends with her. I caught on that they were seeing each other outside of class. There was a brief cooling in the relationship when the model had obviously made a pass at the student. Then the girl must have decided that she did want to date the model. They really got close after that. Holding hands and stealing kisses when they thought no one was watching. The second model was a different story. She was much closer to my age. She came from a French Canadian background. She was a little plump. Her hair was dark. I thought to myself that if I looked like this woman I would never take my clothes off in public. This woman didn't shave her body at all. She seemed to take pride in showing off the hair under her arms. The hair on her pubis started at her navel and ran down her legs and her butt hole was hairy too. This woman thought nothing about simply donning a robe to go to the coffee shop. She seemed to delight in flashing her naked body in the shop. She seemed to intimidate the young girls in the class. They avoided sitting at a table with her. Seeing all that hair reminded me of my Scottish grade school teacher. The model's name was Denise. Behind her hand she admitted to me that to her friends she was known as Dennis, with a chuckle. Once we became better acquainted I told her about my relationship with my aunt and my school teacher. Denise was very interested in hearing all about the aunt and teacher. We made a date to get together. On a night when Denise was not modeling, we went to a bar together. While having wine I told her all about what my aunt, cousin and teacher had taught me. Denise was stroking my thigh under the table as I told her all about how my aunt introducing me to lesbian sex. Then I went on to tell about the teacher and how hairy her body was, Denise started stroking my cunt through my dress. We paid the bar tab and went to Denise's flat. It was a second floor walk-up. Denise was stroking my butt as we walked up the stairs. As soon as the door closed behind us Denise took me in her arms and kissed me. I could feel the hair on her upper lip as we kissed. Denise led me to her bedroom as she continued to kiss me. She delighted in taking my clothes off. I did look like the mother of four by this time. I was only five-feet one and had 38-DD breasts. Yes, my tummy was too large too. Denise didn't mind at all. As soon as any portion of my flesh was exposed, she kissed and licked it. I was a natural blond and my pubic hair was almost invisible against my flesh. It was thin and wispy. Denise knelt in front of me and made her devotions to me with her mouth and tongue before laying me on the bed so I could watch her undress. Denise's body was no mystery to me. I had been looking at her pose for months. I knew just how much hair was shadowing the crack of her ass. I knew how her tits and tummy sagged too. She even had rings of hair around her areolas and a hair or two between her tits. When she turned her back towards me to pull her panties down I leaned forward and placed my face between the orbs of her ass and kissed her hairy asshole. Denise stood still and let me take all the time I wanted to probe her rectum. She definitely was butch. When she got on the bed with me she lied on top of me and rubbed her body all over me as she kissed me on the mouth. She enjoyed playing with my large breasts. She sucked on them as if she were trying to get milk from them. She made each nipple sore before licking her way down my body. She stopped short of kissing my pussy. Instead she made me cum by masturbating me with her fingers. Then she turned around so that she was on top of me in a typical 69 position. I was lying on my back looking up at the hairy garden. I did love the familiar smell and delighted when it was lowered to meet my hungry mouth. Denise was treated to my experienced tongue probing the depths of her wet cunt. Denise sure knew what to do with her tongue too. It was an evening of very enjoyable, sweaty sex with each of us helping the other act out one of her fantasies. On that night nothing was out of bounds and both of us went to sleep fulfilled. I enjoyed the class so much that I took the same class again the next semester. After all there may be some more female models that would enjoy the company of an older woman. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com