Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Forbidden Needs (original)
Author: April
Summary: This is the original version of this story, in its unretouched
form.  Readers should instead read the 'redux' version, which has enhanced
the original in many ways.  (~52.5K words)
Keywords: FFgg, coer, reluc, inc, ws, scat

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   Forbidden Needs (original) by April



   Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet.  She had the kind of job many men
would have envied: she was a sports commentator for super bike racing and
loved every minute of it.  She presented the image of a tall confident
woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what it had to
offer.  She began commentating fifteen years ago because of her love of
motorbikes coupled with her journalistic training, and now worked for the
major sports station as their "star reporter" on the track.  She was
involved with the sport on a personal basis as well, to the extent of
marrying one of Europe's top riders, a Frenchman called Francoise.  Sadly
it was a short marriage, both of them had nothing in common besides the
physical side of the relationship and it ended with a divorce in which
she'd been allowed to keep custody of their young daughter and a large
slice of his personal fortune.

   The wind was gusting as she stood by the side of the track interviewing
one of the riders, her long tawny hair blowing across her handsome features
as she asked him what he thought about the forthcoming race.  The bike
engines roared as the riders pulled back their throttles, causing her to
shout into the microphone for her voice to carry above the din.  She kept
her questions brief, party because of the racket and also because the race
was due to start in a few minutes.  Still talking to camera she kept a
running commentary as the nearest competitor climbed onto his bike saddle
and revved up his engine.  A tall leather clad rider jumped onto his bike
as he swung a long muscled leg over the saddle.

   "And here we see Marco Fonseca climb onto his bed and..." She grinned
sheepishly as she realised her error.

   "Sorry about that," she laughed I don't know what I was thinking of
there."

   Behind the camera the soundman doubled up, his body shaking with silent
laughter at her Freudian slip.  He knew all right.

   "You may laugh." She shot back at him grinning, and then rallied quickly
as her professionalism reinserted itself and she resumed her commentary. 
Her mind was already anticipating the ribbing she'd receive in the bar from
the rest of the crew once they'd wrapped for the day.  She'd be able to
take it of course, and give back as good as she got, keeping up with the
drinks and the usual boy's banter.  Donna had a masculine side, easy in the
company of both men and girls; she would invite either into her bed
indiscriminately.  She was attractive to both sexes with a slim shapely
body, lithe limbs and a graceful bearing, which she used to her advantage
in and out of the bedroom.  Very much a handsome woman with striking blue
eyes, a long beautiful face, and tawny coloured hair that fell down over
her shoulders, she possessed an air of devil may care which added to her
appeal.  Finally her piece to camera ended and she put down the microphone.


   "Sorry about that lads, he shouldn't have been blessed with such a
gorgeous butt.  I was thinking about him climbing into bed."

   Dave the cameraman shouted back: "How about you climbing into mine
tonight, eh?"

   "In your dreams little boy." She replied to all round laughter from the
crew.

   Shortly afterwards the race started and she began her commentary of the
race, her knowledge of her subject unmistakable as she explained the
technicalities and the tactics of the riders as they sped around lap after
lap on their powerful machines.  It was a gripping finish and the world
champion won the race after a nail biting finish, which left everyone,
Donna included almost breathless with excitement.  She went down from the
commentary box to congratulate the winner Paulo Scorcini, and found him in
the pits being clapped on the back by his team.  He was a good looking
Italian, olive skinned, dark haired and entertaining company anytime, but
after winning the race he was in even better form than usual.  He turned
away from his friends to give her his undivided attention and the benefit
of his sunny charm.  She warmed to him instantly, it was so refreshing to
be with a man who was at ease with himself and confident of his own worth.
Most men found her striking looks intimidating, finding it difficult to
initiate a conversation or say what they really felt.  Paulo had no such
problem and invited her for a drink at his hotel for a threesome with him
and a friend.  She gladly accepted saying she's be there later in the
afternoon around 3 p.m.  She had no problem with his motives, knowing quite
well what his intentions were, she hoped she was right and felt excited by
the prospect.

   She met them at the bar around 3.10 p.m.  they had a drink, she chatted
a little and then told the two men she fancied going up to Paulo's room for
some fun.  He looked over at his friend, giving him a look that said I told
you so and laughed.

   "Lady, you don't waste time.  I like that, I like being asked.  It's so
good when a woman isn't afraid to say what she wants."

   She blew a smoke ring into the air before stubbing her cigarette into an
ashtray and standing up.

   "Life's for the taking Paulo." She said in a quiet voice before looking
him in the eyes with what could have been a challenge.  "Now shall we go?"

   It was a good session.  The men where energetic and reasonably inventive
and all three managed to keep going throughout the rest of the afternoon.
Yet in spite of it, there was still the all too familiar feeling that
something was missing, an element of something that remained hidden.  It
wasn't as though there was anything wrong with the men, they'd kept her
going most of the time, their thrusting cocks had filled her up and spurted
into every hole including her mouth, which she loved, it was just a feeling
that she always had after sex with men.  The only man, who had ever come
near to curing her elusive craving - for that is what it must be she
decided - was her ex-husband.  It was Francoise who had been willing to
indulge her fantasies.  There was a dark forbidden side of her sexuality,
which as yet remained untapped.  He was the most inventive lover she'd ever
had, with a kinky side to his sexuality only matched by Susan her present
lover.  Susan worked for the same television channel as her and read the
news each day to an appreciative audience of admirers.  She was channel
15's pin-up girl and had her photo clinging to many a men's work place,
mess room and teenagers bedroom.  An elegant woman of thirty-two, with long
black hair, sensual intelligent features and a petite slim figure, her dark
business suite, which she wore each programme fitted her like an expensive
glove.  Her many admirers would have been shocked if they'd have known she
was a committed lesbian.  She'd been having a very secret relationship with
Donna for some time now, a relationship which both women found extremely
rewarding.  They met once a week at Susan's plush apartment and spent the
afternoon making love, discussing fantasies and sharing their love for
kinky sex.  Both women enjoyed the idea of watersports, not being on the
receiving end mind you, but finding a partner who would.  It was partly
because they were so well known that each found it difficult to go out and
find a partner that would satisfy their particular fetish, except for Donna
who had found her ex husband to be a willing recipient.  Another one of
Susan's kinks, which would have shocked everyone except her friend, was her
attraction to young girls.  Donna shared her interest to some extent but
not to the same degree as Susan.  Susan kept up the pretence of respectable
heterosexuality by being married to one of the wealthiest landowners in the
country.  It was a marriage of convenience which suited both of them. 
Susan gained a wealthy life style and a screenr for her real preferences
while he gained a trophy wife who allowed him to enjoy his secret affairs
with rent boys.

   The next day she went to work, spending a day in the studio recording
voice-overs for a new documentary called "Bike's Of The Future", which she
found interesting.  So much so that the day sped by quicker than she
expected.  She arrived home to find the house empty, which was unusual as
Brittany her young daughter was usually at home by now.  She looked around
for a note, but couldn't find one.  Then she tried her bedroom but again
didn't find anything.  She was about to leave when her eyes caught
something sticking out from beneath her daughter's mattress; it looked like
a piece of material.  Her curiosity aroused, she walked over to the bed and
pulled it out, and to her shock discovered a pair of her own soiled
panties. That wasn't all; next to them lay a collection of photos, all were
holiday snaps of Donna on the beach wearing a scanty bikini, which left
very little to the imagination.  As a Mother she was appalled, should she
confront her and find out what she was happening?  The kind of behaviour
Brittany was exhibiting certainly wasn't normal for a girl of thirteen,
especially when the object of her desires was her own Mother.  She realized
she was in shock as she made her way down-stairs into the living room. 
Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the drinks cabinet, she splashed a large
measure of the clear liquid into a tall glass, and then tipped it between
her lips and swallowed.  She sat down on the sofa as the warm liquid warmed
her stomach and spread out through her body like a warm wave.  Her own
daughter wanted her sexually, the whole thing was so preposterous so
outrageous and so very wrong.  'So wrong` she thought feeling her thighs
moisten and her nipples harden at the depravity of the idea.  'Oh my I'm so
horny all of a sudden, why is this turning me on` she thought.  She took
another drink as she pondered the whole concept of incest, lesbian incest
with her young daughter and realised she could hear her own jagged
breathing and feel her clitoris throbbing with a need she had never felt
before.  In bed flesh against flesh, Mother and Daughter mouth to mouth,
tongue against nipple, tongues in ....  She gasped, her face felt hot but
not from the vodka, she knew with a certainty that she had found the
missing element in her sex life, she was finally finding the answer, or at
least part of it.  Donna had a mental image of her daughter standing before
her naked, her immature little body waiting for her to do with it as she
wished.  Her pussy began to juice at the thought of the girl lying on her
bed with her legs open, her smooth cunt lips waiting to be kissed and loved
by her hungry mouth.  Then another picture of her laying face down on the
bed, her babyish buttocks pouting out cheekily as they waiting for her
caress.  She reached down between her legs, and pushing the light material
of her panties aside, then plunged her fingers into her squelching cunt
just as the final image burst upon her mind.  She saw herself sitting naked
on the bed with her own beloved daughter kneeling down before her.  She was
sucking her pussy, her face hidden from view by her two fleshy thighs.  She
moaned as she saw herself drape both of her long legs over the girl's thin
shoulders, and then wrap them around her back in an iron grip.  With a
feverish groan she know she was making sure the girl couldn't escape.  Not
until she'd seen to her needs and pleasured her thoroughly.  She came with
a loud cry, her hips jerking off the seat as she saw herself cumming on
Brittany's young lips and her mouth dripping with cum.  She groaned and
pulled her panties back up then reached for the vodka again as she began to
plan her daughter's seduction.

   Meanwhile Brittany was at her younger friend Amanda's house.  Amanda's
Mother was always friendly and often invited Brittany over.  She didn't
mind going over to play, in fact she quite enjoyed having someone to play
with even if Amanda was two years year younger.  As a bonus she never came
away empty-handed, Amanda's Mother usually gave her a soda or an ice cream.
On this particular day both girls were dancing around the bedroom as the CD
player belted out the number one single.  They laughed as their bodies
gyrated to the beat of the music, and although Amanda was only just eleven
years old she danced around with thrusting hips and swinging arms the same
way she'd seen the older girls do on the TV.  Both were oblivious to the
commotion they were creating as they bumped around the small room.

   "Cut it out you two, the ceilings nearly caving in." Amanda's Mother
shouted.  It looked as though the girls had caught her on a bad day.

   "Mummy's cross." Groaned Amanda.

   With ill grace she walked over to the CD player and turned it off, then
jumped up on the bed slapping the mattress with her hand in frustration. 
Brittany joined her young friend, taking a place on top of the mattress
next to her.

   "I'll bet your Mummy doesn't shout at you" Amanda sighed.

   "She does sometimes."

   "When?"

   "Well..." Brittany tried to think but she couldn't really think of
anything for the moment

   "Your Mum's nice, I wish my Mum was as nice as your Mummy"

   "Yes, my Mummy's nice Amanda."

   "She's pretty" She pronounced.

   Brittany nodded her head and looked down as the carpet as she thought
about the Mother she adored.  To say the youngster worshipped her was an
understatement; she felt so fortunate to have not only a caring Mother, but
also one who was so beautiful.  It was easy to see why she had so many
lovers.  Some nights she's hear moans and the creaking of bedsprings coming
from her bedroom.  These were often accompanied by her Mother's voice as
she called out words of encouragement.  There was never any attempt by her
Mother to hide her sexuality and sometimes she would talk about whichever
partner she was seeing at the time.  It was on one of these occasions when
she was dating another woman that Brittany asked her if she was a lesbian.
Her Mother explained that she liked both men and women, but probably
preferred women a lot more.  Then she went on to talk about what it was
like to kiss another woman, to taste her lips and smell lovely perfume on
her soft warm skin.

   "I'm not rally a lesbian Brittany, but yes I do prefer women.  Maybe one
day you'll experience the love of a woman and find you like it as well.  I
hope you do then you'll know how I feel."

   She remembered that conversation.  She also remembered how she wanted
her Mother to kiss her, to feel her soft lips against her own, to taste her
mouth and suck in her warm breath, then to reach down and caress her
breasts beneath her top.  She was only five then, too young by far to be
experiencing such sexual feelings, at least most people would think so, but
most people weren't Brittany and as far as sex was concerned she was her
Mother's daughter.  She had adored her Mother as long she could remember,
hardly even remembering her Father who was never at home much anyway.  Now
three years later, even they shouldn't, her feelings were becoming sexual.
She'd learned more about lesbians from some of the magazines the older boys
brought into school after stealing them from their parents.  She remembered
flushing with excitement when someone showed her photo's of two women
taking turns to perform cunnilingus on each other, and ever since then
she'd had wanted to do it with her gorgeous Mother.  Her fantasies grew
even stronger, to the extent of recently purloining a pair of her Mother's
soiled panties from the linen bin and several photos' from her bedside
cabinet, each one of her lying back on a golden beach wearing her sexiest
bikini.  She rubbed her hands between her legs each night and held the
woman's scented knickers to her face as she breathed in the scent.

   "My Mum's beautiful." She said looking wistfully at Amanda as she swept
her hand over her forehead and pushed her hair back.

   Brittany noticed a change in her Mother over the next few days.  Instead
of lounging around the house in a tea shirt and jeans as she usually did,
she wore low cut halter-tops and short skirts which gave an eyeful of
stockinged legs and bare thighs.  On one occasion when she was sat on the
sofa watching TV, Donna came in with a cloth and sprayed the coffee table
in front of her, and then bent down to rub the table top.  Her bulging
breasts were almost breaking free from the small top, and to the girls
disbelief she realised she wasn't even wearing a bra.  She quickly lost all
interest in the program, her excited gaze taking in the sight of the two
cheeky breasts and upturned nipples.  She blushed furiously when she
noticed her Mother looking down at her with a secretive smile.  It happened
again as she bent down in front of the TV to pick an imaginary piece of
dust up.  This time she was treated to the site of Donna's black skirt
riding up past her stockings and bare thighs, to reveal a pair of sheer
dark panties she'd only recently bought.  Her eyes were drawn to the site
of her Mum's white alabater buttocks seemingly winking back at her and she
blushed again as her mother swung round suddenly and caught her staring. 
Shortly after that Donna went upstairs, she heard her padding around for a
while and then the sound of the shower door clanging.  It was almost as
though she was preparing to go out on a date, although she hadn't mad plans
that she knew of.  There'd been an unusual atmosphere in the house just
lately, her Mother had been quieter than usual, not saying much, just kind
of acting up in a strange way wearing that mysterious look.  She turned her
attention back to the soap she was supposed to be watching, and let go of
her thoughts as the plot drew her in to it's own little parlour of intrigue
and incredibility.

   "Brittany.  Turn the telly off its time for beddy-bies now." The sound
of her Mother's voice using the same childish phrase she always used at
this time came singing down the stairs just as the credits came down.  She
looked at the clock, it read eight-thirty, and she thought again about her
Mother's unusual behaviour.  It reminded her of the teasing and flaunting
she saw on the television when a woman was trying to get a boyfriend.  All
those suggestive looks and then the provocative clothing were beginning to
make her feel flustered.  She shook her head and called back, "Coming Mum",
then switched off the set and flicked the light switch off before running
upstairs with a head full of crazy thoughts about her unpredictable Mother.
She was dying to get into bed and play with herself, the picture of her
Mother bending over in front of her was proving to tantalizing to resist.
The girl threw her clothes off and padded off to the bathroom, where she
washed and cleaned her teeth before putting on her nightclothes.  Then
reaching under the mattress to pull out the contraband panties and photos,
she froze in horror.  Instead of the pair which had been there last night,
there were the new pair her Mother had been wearing today, nearly
see-through and lacy with a note placed on top.  Everything became a dream
as she reached over ever so slowly and picked up the note and began to
read.

   My Love,

   Don't be frightened I'm not cross with you.  I know how you feel about
me and I want you to know I feel the same way about you.  I've been
thinking of you non-stop ever since I found my panties and photo's under
your mattress.  I can't get you out of my mind darling; you're driving me
to despair.  I' know I've been acting up a little strange these last few
days, that's because I wanted to see your reaction to me when I flirted
with you.  Now that I know how you've been thinking about me I wanted to
see if I could turn on.  I want tonight to change everything between us,
but I'm giving you the chance to make the decision by yourself.  You can
throw the note away and stay in your room and I'll love you as I have
always done, or you can come to my bedroom.  Either way I'm leaving it to
you dear.  If you want to change your life forever and mine as well, I'd
like you to put this note down and come into my bedroom where we'll begin a
new relationship, not just as Mother and daughter, but as lovers as well."

   Brittany let the note fall to the floor as she felt her legs grow weak.
'It's all a dream, it must be, ` she thought.  Yet she knew it was actually
happening, she could just walk into her Mothers bedroom and have everything
she'd ever dreamt of.  She felt sick, not ill, but sick with excitement,
with shock almost as she began to consider the enormity of what was about
to happen.  For she'd already made her decision, there was never any doubt
in the matter.  She would accept the offer how could she not?  How could
she throw away the chance of making a dream like this come true?  She knew
if she ignored the note she would never be asked again, and then she'd
regret it for the rest of her life.  She squared her small shoulders and
walked out of the door to meet her Mother.

   Some time earlier Donna had picked up the same neatly written note and
the pair of panties she'd been wearing that day, and deposited them beneath
her daughter's mattress.  Then making her way to the bathroom, she'd
showered, washed and conditioned her hair until it had a deep lush
fragrance, which the packet insisted contained the essence of golden woods
and summer meadows.  Placing a towel over her head as she stepped out of
the shower, she rubbed her hair dry, and then pulled it away to let her
silky mane swirl down her back.  Carefully patting her skin dry, before
rubbing fragrant essential oils onto its surface, she padded into the
bedroom and sat before the dresser mirror.  There she'd carefully shaved
her legs until they were smooth and shiny, and then her armpits, until they
felt sleek against the back of her hand.  Satisfied with the result, she
picked up a pair of scissors and trimmed her dark pubic hair leaving a neat
triangle of growth.  She was leaving nothing to chance, and wanted her
elegant appearance to do more than impress her lovely young daughter.  She
decided on a makeover, usually this wasn't a necessary part of her
preparations, her beautiful features and clear complexion stamped her with
a character and sensuality that had never needed make-up.  In spite of this
Donna carefully applied mascara to her long eyelashes, and fresh beige eye
shadow to her lids.  She blinked her eyes feeling pleased with her image in
the mirror, and reached over for her lipstick to apply a red scented gloss
around her shapely lips.  Feeling secretly pleased, and a little vain at
the same time, she reached for a blush stick and began to blend a shade of
light coral peach into the apples of her cheeks, and then met her eyes in
the mirror to give a perfect pout.  A few drops of her favourite perfume
behind her ears and under her breasts added an aroma of drifting sandalwood
and cloves to the warm night as she slipped on a silky black gown, and tied
it loosely around her waist.  As a final touch she flicked off the main
light and turned on a set of dimly glowing spotlights, which gave the cosy
room a soft romantic feeling.  She paused to ponder her actions for a
moment.  Part of her was still appalled by what she was about to do with
her young daughter, who was after all only thirteen years old for goodness
sake.  The whole situation was sick and pathetic and so was she.  But by
far the stronger voice said go for it.  It's what you've been craving for
all these years.  Its taken Brittany's own need to make you realise it,
don't throw it away.  She knew she couldn't fight her desires; they were
too strong for her to control.  She glanced once more in the mirror and
then called her daughter to bed and heard her run up the stairs.  Twenty
minutes later Brittany entered the room to see her sitting on the bed
waiting.

   The sight of the glamorous woman stunned little Brittany.  Although she
knew it was her Mother, she still had to blink a little to make sure.  The
elegant woman could have been a film star, she would have graced the screen
in any Hollywood picture as the perfect leading lady.  She stood and stared
with the door handle still in her hand, unsure of what to do next, almost
as though she couldn't remember how to command her body.  The beautiful
woman smiled back at her conspiratorially and self-consciously swept a
stray length of hair from her forehead.

   "I'm nervous too." She whispered, patting the mattress by her side she
added.  "Sit here for Mummy and lets talk a little."

   Brittany found her self-obeying as she walked across the thick piled
carpet that dominated the large room, now made cosy by the dimly lit
spotlights.  She felt the mattress yield softly to her light body as she
took a place next to the beautiful adult.  Her senses reeled at the scent
of her Mother's seductive fragrance and she nearly swooned with pleasure as
she sat near her.

   "It didn't take you long to find the note." Her voice had a hint of
relief.  She was glad she hadn't had to sit here any longer waiting for
Brittany to find it.  In spite of her natural confidence she had never
experienced anything like the turmoil of emotions raging within her.

   "No." She replied a little sheepishly.  "Are you cross Mummy?  I mean
about me pinching your panties and pictures."

   Donna reached over and gently stroked her daughter's hair, slowly
running her hand through the blond tresses.  Her eye's rested for a moment,
as they seemed to examine a stray lock before lifting her gaze back to meet
hers.  "No.  Of course not darling.  Why do you think I've been flaunting
myself at you so shamelessly the last couple of days," she blushed.  "I'd
have been more upset if you hadn't come.  I'm glad that you took my
panties; you made me realize what's right here in front of me.  You." She
ceased her stroking to rest both hands on top of Brittany's shoulders. 
"I've always loved you Brittany, even when your Father and I were together,
you had the first claim to my heart.  I know I seem a bit of a tough old
stick." She shrugged.  "Maybe I am.  But you have to be in this world, and
a single woman has to keep pushing to get anywhere, and to get people to
take notice of her.  I've been away a lot.  I've worked long hours and I
haven't seen as much as you as I'd have liked.  But I want you to know the
time we've had together has always been precious to me." Brittany sighed
and reached over, taking her Mother's larger hand between her two smaller
one's and squeezed.

   "I love lots and lots Mummy." Her eyes were glistening in the dim light,
and her Mother realized she was near to tears herself as she gently
clenched her daughter's hands back in a way that said 'I know`.  Donna
cleared her throat quietly.  Cocking her head to the side slightly, and
seemingly in a sudden change of mood, she raised an eyebrow in a
questioning glance.

   "So...what do you think of all this war paint I've slapped over me. 
Does it meet with your approval?  It's taken me ages to trowel on over all
the cracks in my old skin."

   "Mum you're the prettiest Mum in all the world." She frowned a little as
she let out a sigh in mock exasperation.  "You know you are.  You look like
a lady in the films.  I'm so lucky to have such a lovely Mum." And then
added in an afterthought "Amanda thinks you are too."

   Donna flushed pleasantly at this piece of information.  Donna was a
little angel, even younger than her daughter; she was beginning to feel the
same way as Susan did when it came to little girls.  Very young girls at
that, the very thought caused her new problems with her composure. 
Returning back to the present she smiled back at her lovely daughter. 
"That's nice, Amanda's such a lovely little girl.  But coming back to you
and me darling, I'm so glad you like me looking like this.  It's not my
usual style, and I must admit it feels a bit strange, but I have to say it
does feels kind of nice.  She tossed her hair back over her shoulders as
she looked at herself in the mirror.  "How long have you wanted to have sex
with me?" The question came out haltingly in the quiet room.

   Their eyes looked in the mirror briefly before Brittany looked away.  "A
long time, I can't remember." She looked up again as she gathered her
courage.  "How long have you felt the same about me Mummy?"

   "I only began to think about the possibility of us becoming," here she
paused a second, "close.  I think I've wanted you for quite some time but
never really known it.  Ever since you started developing from a toddler
into a beautiful little girl.  You're so sexy Brittany.  You've got such a
pretty face, so full of character, so lovely and your eyes sparkle so
beautifully when you look at me.  When you laugh you're so carefree and
full of life.  Your body is young and immature, not even a young woman's.
Yet for all that you have such a special sexuality, sometimes I think that
I could eat you." Her breath came out in a rush as she felt her arousal
building.  She wanted to take her daughter to bed and knew she couldn't
wait much longer.  She reached over and brushed her dimpled cheek with a
soft kiss.

   "What we're thinking of doing is so wrong according to the rules of the
society we live in.  What I mean is, we can get ourselves into a lot of
trouble if anyone else finds out about us.  Do you understand?" She asked
earnestly.

   "I won't ever let any one else know Mummy.  I promise I won't say
anything to anyone.  I just want to do the things I've seen the women doing
in the magazine." She sighed.

   Donna frowned.  "Which magazine's this?"

   "Oh, some of the boys brought a magazine to school.  It had pictures of
women licking each other's pussy's and bottoms." The words left the girl's
lips easily; she clearly wasn't shy and had no difficulty using adult words
to describe sexual acts.  Donna was glad she seemed so uninhibited.

   "Hmm...well yes darling".  She paused.  "Yes we are going to do all of
the things in the magazine, and hopefully more besides.  The next few years
are going to be the richest of our lives." She assured as she placed her
arm around her daughters shoulder and drew her close.  "Come here." She
pulled Brittany closer and their lips met in their first incestuous kiss,
the thrill sending shivers through their bodies as they realized its
importance.  Donna's lips pressed against her daughters, writhing against
them like a duel until the youngster parted them slightly and felt her
Mother's tongue slide past them to ream the inside of her mouth and run
along her teeth.  The room took on the sounds of French kissing as salvia
passed between their mouths and over Brittany's cheeks as her Mother
hungrily mouthed her small face before plunging back against her lips.  Now
heavy breathing and the occasional fevered moan joined the sounds as the
atmosphere became charged with passion.  Moaning into Brittany's mouth, her
Mother pulled away the girl's nightie, drawing it up over her small body
until the material was nestling against her neck.  She broke the kiss with
a loud plop, the girl whimpering as she did and with one quick movement the
pink material was up off her shoulders to bare her slim chest and flat
stomach.  "Here let me get these off.  Stand up a sec." She hissed. 
Brittany began to stand up and immediately felt her white panties sliding
down her legs to the floor as the eager woman stripped her naked.  She
stood without moving, noting the lust written across her Mothers face as
her eyes devoured every inch of her beautiful pr-teen form.  Blonde hair
cascaded to her shoulders, framing an oval face and dimpled cheeks with a
clear complexion like her Mothers.  They both shared the same blue eyes,
right down to the sparkling anticipation, which now shone from them both.
Her skin had the complexion of clear honey without a blemish to be found,
and as the woman's gaze travelled down over her slim stomach she found even
more pleasure in her gaze.  She had never looked at her daughter like this
before.  As a Mother she'd seen her undressed on many occasions, but never
with the shiny eyes of a lover.  Her inner thighs moistened as her eyes
moved down and took in the puffy lips of her immature vagina.  A gentle
push was all it took to send her falling on her back onto the mattress with
her Mother falling on top of her, her curvy adult body with all it's
feminine beauty and needs pinning her to the bed as she kissed her again.
Brittany reached round and brought her arms around the woman's back and
held her close, moaning into the larger mouth as it devoured her.  A thrill
shot through her as she felt her Mother's breasts for the first time.  The
prodding of her swollen nipples as they pressed through the silken robe
into her lower chest caused her to gasp out loud.  Kisses rained down on
her face, her chin and her throat to the accompaniment of breathless sighs
from the eager woman as she combined licks and nibbles with hungry
open-mouthed caresses.  Sucking on the tiny nipples then flicking them with
the tip of her tongue caused a delighted "Oohh Mummy that's nice Mummy" to
escape from the little girl.  She grunted with satisfaction as she felt the
effect she was having on her baby.  Down she went, fleeting kisses wetting
her stomach and then long swipes of her busy tongue around her pussy before
pausing for a moment to whisper, "I love you".  She wriggled her tongue
between the openings as she ate her daughter's pussy with shameless relish.
Brittany kicked her legs out as she felt the welcome invader slip into her
pussy and wriggle around inside.  She let out a series of gasps and sighs
at the incredible sensations within her.

   "Yes Mummy.  Oohh that's lovely, it feels just....Ohhh yes, please keep
doing it Mummy."

   Donna held the girls thighs and pushed them back further giving her
access to her tight little butt hole, which now lay fully exposed before
her.  She leaned in closer and swiped her long tongue over the small
rosebud until it glistened with salvia, and then gently pushed the tip past
the tight ring and slowly fucked her rectum.  By now the youngster was
crying out in ecstasy as she pumped her tiny bottom into her Mothers face.
She squealed when Donna began to quicken the pace of her tongue, watching
it plunge in to the hilt and invade her bowels, and then whip out again in
a blur of motion.  Donna's lust filled eyes remained fixed on her daughters
face as she raped her ass and felt her squirm and cry.  She kept it up for
a few minutes more, the room now noisy with cries of passion and the
slurping of her tongue inside the wet anus.  Suddenly she switched to the
girls cunt and resumed sucking and licking the little clitoris.

   "Mummy, Mummy.  It's feeling funny.  Oohh yes, yes Aaahhhhhh! 
Aaahhhhhh! Now Now!  I'm weeing." She came as only a girl of that tender
age can; lights began to flash in her head as she felt her insides turn to
liquid, mistaking the sensation for pissing.  Donna carried on slowly
licking and kissing until the thrusts and sighs ceased, and then slowly
pulled her tongue out as she felt her daughter collapse.  The woman slowly
kissed her way up the shaking body until she reached her lips, and then
kissed them tenderly before laying on her side with her chin resting on her
hand.

   "Don't tell me you didn't like that." She teased.  A sly smile touching
her lips.

   "I wouldn't dare.  It was the best of anything Mum, the best ever" A
small frown creased her smooth brow.  "There's one thing I'd like better
though."

   "Oh what's that?" asked Donna lightly.

   "To do it to you.  Those pictures and your panties." She stopped
suddenly embarrassed at having mentioned her pilfering.

   "It's okay lover.  I don't mind, in fact I'm flattered.  I'm glad you
took them, if you hadn't, I wouldn't have known how you felt about me and
that would've been terrible for both of us.  Tell me everything you feel
darling, I want to know exactly what you want from this relationship." The
soft lighting in the bedroom couldn't diminish the love shining from her
Mother's face as she tried to reassure her little girl.  Brittany's face
lit up at the word "lover" being used to describe her and continued with
added courage.

   "I wanted to see the pictures of you with hardly any clothes on so I
could think of you without anything on and...and to have your panties so I
could smell and lick, then I could pretend I was doing it to you when I
looked at your picture." She looked up at the woman and continued almost
imploringly with her childish entreaty.  "That's what I've always wanted
Mum, to kiss you everywhere.  I dream of you making me do it to you, even
if I don't want to....  Like I know I do really, but if I'm tired or doing
something else, like watching my favourite programme when you want me to do
it, you take me upstairs with you anyway, and take your clothes off and
make me do it like the women in the magazine, only I do all the licking to
you."

   Donna lay still, digesting the words and their clear implications.  Her
daughter, even at that age was a natural submissive and the thought made
her pulse quicken as she began to envisage the kind of relationship this
could lead to.  She wasn't displeased; on the contrary she found the whole
idea incredibly exciting as her mind raced over the possibilities

   "Do you think that's weird Mum?  Do you think I'm a perv?" She whispered
using the word she'd heard in the playground.  Her Mother shook her head,
her hair sweeping back across her slim shoulders as she ran a lazily finger
across the girl's cheeks.

   "No.  Not at all, I'm so glad you've had the courage to tell me.  It's
very important that we're completely honest with each other," Her eyes
glinted as she continued, "and ourselves." Her face flushed as she realised
it was time to put her daughter to work on her own body a thought she'd
been relishing ever since all of this began.  She reached down and took a
hold of the sash of her gown.  "Perhaps we've finished talking for now.  I
think it's time to have you put your wishes into action by giving me
pleasure." "Don't worry", she purred, "I'll guide you all the way.  Are you
okay if I take my robe off now baby?"

   The girl gulped.  "Yes Mummy."

   "Good, because I'm going to stand up and show you my body.  You may have
seen pictures of naked women before, but seeing a fully grown woman in the
flesh is quite a different thing." She sat up and swung her long legs off
the side of the bed, then got up and stood before her daughter.  Their eyes
met for a second as she pulled at the sash and slid the dark gown away from
her body.  Brittany gasped when she saw her Mothers magnificent figure, her
eyes taking in the sweeping curves of her breasts and her long shapely legs
with the dark fuzz nestling in-between.  Her skin looked toned and lightly
tanned, except for the pale conical breasts and angry pink nipples; which
now stood smartly to attention.  She sat down next to Brittany, and reached
for her hand, Mother and daughter both naked together.

   "Place your hand on my breast," she whispered to the girl.  Brittany
obeyed and tentatively reached forward to place her hand on the nearest,
then waited to be told what to do next.  "Now explore it, get used to how
it feels, squeeze it a little if you like, but be gentle.  There, that's
nice isn't it?  Feel how the nipple stands up and goes hard when you touch
it.  Good.  Now do the same with the other one, run your hand over it, lift
it up.  Put your hand underneath and feel it's weight...That's it does it
feel nice?" The girl nodded.  Pleased, Donna continued.  "There's only one
thing better than touching it, and do you know what that is?"

   "No mummy."

   "Kissing it of course.  That's your next job honey.  Lean forward and
put your mouth over my nipple, then kiss it and feel it grow stiff between
your lips" Brittany leaned forward, taking the supple flesh in both hands
and brought her open mouth over the pink tip to suckle on.  The nipple felt
hard and rubbery to her tongue, while the flesh it surmounted felt soft and
smooth, but still firm as she closed her eyes and coed like a baby.  The
way Brittany held onto her Mother's breast and sucked on the nipple wasn't
too dissimilar to a Mother feeding her baby, except in this case the Mother
was feeding herself to her daughter for sexual gratification.  Sighing
quietly, she cradled the girl's head with her hands as she enjoyed her oral
caresses.  "Good girl" she whispered, her soft sighs turning into moans as
she passed Brittany's lips from one breast to the other.  The pale flesh
glistened with the girl's salvia in the dim bedroom light as they rose up
to fill her mouth.  Whispered encouragement found it's way past her lips as
she expressed her feelings with words.  Suddenly Donna recalled Brittany's
earlier words about how she wanted to be dominated and she felt a fierce
thrill enter her loins.  The tone of her voice changed, as her words became
more demanding, her cunt juicing in anticipation as she instructed the girl
to go lower.  Brittany moved to obey her wishes, quickly scooting down past
the woman's stomach, but not before planting a wet kiss on it's wrinkled
belly button and then downwards into the fuzz of pubic hair above the
wrinkled labia "Just put your face next to my vagina or shall I say cunt,"
she said lewdly, parting her legs in anticipation, "Yes that's it.  Now
watch as I open myself up for you.  Look at it darling, see how wet it is
and how it glistens, you've done that by getting me excited.  Watch as I
pull back the lips, they don't hang down any more do they?  They're more
like the wings of a butterfly.  I'm going to put two fingers either side of
my clitoris Brittany...see how that make's it come forward out of it's hood
like a little finger.  It's for you honey, give it a big kiss to say
hello....Ahh yes, that's nice.  That's you're fist kiss on my clit, I'll
remember that, now run your tongue and lips around it.  Yes that's it
darling...  all around with your little baby tongue, feel it stiffen and
grow just like my nipples did.  Lick it.  How does it taste darling?  Tell
me if you like it because you'll be getting a lot more of it from now on
sweetie."

   "Umm yummy Mum.  I love it." Came the muffled response from Brittany
with her mouth hidden in the hairy bush.

   Donna sighed and pushed her pelvis forward.  "That's good, I'm so glad.
Keep sweeping your tongue into me!  Rub your lips against me as well and
give me plenty of little kisses.  Yes that's right.  Good girl keep at it."
And then; "Oh darling, I can't wait any longer for this.  Press your face
between my thighs and suck my clit hard!  Don't stop doing it until I come
right in that pretty little mouth of yours.  I'm going to fuck your face
with my hot cunt lover.  Flick your tongue from side to side to excite my
clitoris.  Does it feel angry?  Yes I'll bet it does, it's throbbing like
mad.  Take it between your lips; pretend it's a lollypop...  Yeah baby like
that!" She hissed, "Now suck on it!" She yelled.  "Ohh, Ohhhhh yeah!  Keep
sucking!  Keep going!" Brittany flinched as she felt the woman's thighs
flip over her shoulders, her Mother noticed and tried to reassure her. 
"Don't panic darling." She cooed.  "It's okay, I'm just bringing my legs up
over your shoulders.  Feel them close over your head.  You like?  Umm... 
Nod your head for yes honey.  Good girl, I knew you would.  You like the
feeling of Mummy's big thighs squeezing your ears don't you?  Yeaaahhh! 
You know you do!  Feel my legs as they wrap around your back and hold you
in." Her voice rose with excitement as she thrilled to the sound of her own
lewd words.  "You're Mummy's prisoner darling and you're going nowhere till
you've satisfied me completely.  Uh hugh!" She thrust her cunt up hard. 
"Uh hugh!" Then again.  "Yeah!  Yeaaahh darling, keep going!  Go faster! 
Faster!  Don't stop....  Don't ever stop!  Ohh God Yeah!  Yeah!  That's it
sweetie!  That's it!" Her voice rose to a loud wail, filling the room with
the sounds of her exhilaration as she approached her crises; the sensation
of Brittany's tongue lapping her and the knowledge of the forbidden act
they were involved in drove her over the edge.  Her voice came in sobs as
angry passion seized her, and crying out she reached for the girl's head
and took a handful of hair to roughly pull her face against her wet cunt
and grind her pelvis up against her chin.  Cunt soup smeared her face as it
bounced against her Mother's thrusting groin, the woman groaning louder as
more taboo thoughts filled her head.  "Come on!  Come on!" She urged. 
"Suck me off!  Lick it!  Lick it!  Lick it!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck I'm going to
cum.  I can't hold back.  I can't stop it I...  Yes!  Keep going...Keep it
up, stay with me baby!  Stay with me...here it comes!  Here it comes...I'm
going to cum right in that sweet fucking mouth of yours.  Ugghh!  Ugghh!"
She cried as her hips slammed backwards and forwards, her legs locked round
her daughter's shoulders, holding her in place as the heel of her foot beat
a tattoo against her back.  The girl tried to keep up, sucking and flicking
her tongue within the woman's vagina, loving her new role as her Mother's
lover, until she felt hot cum spurting into her mouth and throat, some
going down the wrong to make her cough and splutter.

   Donna paused briefly as she fought for breath.  She waited a few minutes
at the most, and then climbed up Brittany's body and sat on her gasping
face.  With the headboard clattering against the wall and the mattress
singing, she rode the child to a climax, and then rested apparently spent,
but then moved up again to resume fucking the girl's tired mouth.  The same
pattern was set for the rest of the night until eventually both could stand
no more, and lay back exhausted to sleep.

   The next few days were like a honeymoon.  The morning after their long
night of lovemaking, Donna phoned in sick for the next three days, then did
the same for her daughter by speaking to her school and telling them she
had the flu.  They spent the rest of the morning sleeping until they both
dragged themselves up for Donna to prepare them a large breakfast.  They
went shopping for the rest of the afternoon with Brittany whooping with joy
at some of the new dolls her Mother bought her.  When they got back home
Brittany wanted to run upstairs and play with her two new Barbie's and
their outfits, but her Mother said she could do that later.  She wanted to
go to bed again first and teach her how to make love to her behind.  It was
one of her favourite acts and she wanted to entice her young daughter into
rimming her buttocks as soon as possible, hence the bribe of the two dolls.
Leading Brittany by the hand she led her up the stairs to the bedroom where
she quickly shed her clothes.

   "Take off your clothes honey, then kneel down on this pillow Mummy's
putting on the floor.  Good, that's it.  Now I'm going to teach you how to
suck my other hole.  When I stand in front of you I want you to lick and
kiss the cheeks of my nice big bottom.  Start by doing that and then I'll
guide you in further when I'm ready for you.  How do you feel about that? I
promise that when you've done it to me for long enough and made me very
happy, I'll let you go and play with your dollies.  Okay?" She gave her
daughter a bright smile and suddenly Brittany couldn't have given two pence
for her dolls.  The thought of being allowed to worship her beautiful
Mother in such an exciting and unusual way made her little pussy throb
through her panties.

   "Oh yes Mummy.  I'd love to suck you again; your bottom's so nice.  I
don't car how long you want me to suck it for; I really want to do it for
you Mummy."

   "Good girl Brittany.  Mummy's so proud of you darling." She gushed. 
"There love, just kneel down here and get ready to kiss my big old bottom."


   The little girl protested that it was the loveliest bottom she'd ever
seen, even better than the women's bottom in the magazines she'd seen at
school.  Donna gave a throaty chuckle and shoved her domed buttocks into
the face of the kneeling youngster, telling her she'd better prove it.  She
did by placing her hands on the woman's legs to support herself, and then
with a sigh of pleasure she leaned forwards and pressed her pretty features
into the first cheek.  It yielded to the pressure of her face, yet still
felt firm to the touch.  She stuck out her tongue, and at first tentatively
licked up and down the surface.  She felt goose pimples and in one or two
places a couple of brown moles, which she twirled the tip around to savour.
The flesh felt warm and still smelt beautiful from the body oil rubbed into
it earlier, and she relished the feeling of the silky domes as she lapped
them with her tongue, and began covering each one with a series of
butterfly kisses, followed by wet open mouthed licks.  She felt her Mother
push back as she rubbed her ass into her willing face, and opened her mouth
wider, trying to fill it with the soft flesh.  Then she felt a hand gently
guide her face sideways until she took the hint and moved her head towards
the partition, slowly kissing her way along, until her nose brushed against
the woman's dark crack.  She sighed as she took the plunge and felt her
Mothers hands on the back of her head become more demanding so she had no
choice but to bury her lips against the brown rose bud of her anus.  She
breathed in the rich aroma of it's dank secretions, the smell nearly made
her pull out and gag but she knew that would upset her grown up lover, so
she forced herself to breath in again and tolerate the strong tang.  Donna
began to churn her buttocks round and round into her face, so that any one
viewing the scene, would have seen a beautiful woman with her head thrown
back in ecstasy, grinding her buttocks into the obscured face of a young
child.  The person would either be appalled or enthralled, but either way
would watch in fascination, hearing the wet slops of the girl's feasting
mouth, and the moans of the woman, as he or she witnessed the lewd scene
before them.

   Donna came noisily, there's no other way to describe it.  For the first
time in her life, she screamed during an orgasm, so much so that she scared
Brittany so much, she tried to pull out, until her Mother begged her to
carry on.  The orgasm left Donna sobbing as she collapsed on to the bed and
took her daughter in her arms.  It was a shattering experience for both of
them and for the next twenty minutes they both lay still until their
breathing returned to normal.  Finally Donna propped her head up from the
pillow and kissed the girl softly on the lips as she smiled into her eyes.

   "Thank you darling, that was wonderful for me.  Did you mind doing it?"

   Brittany shook her head vigorously as though the very thought of her
minding doing anything to make her Mother happy was unthinkable.

   "I'll do anything for you Mummy.  I love you.  It was a bit strange at
first," she admitted, "but then I got to really like it, and it felt good
doing it to you, and hearing you making all those noises." Her Mother
sighed lustily as she kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her ears and
finally her lips as unbelievably her passion grew once again.

   "That's nice Brittany." she whispered seductively, "In that case do you
think you could manage to do it one more time before you go and play with
your dolls?"

   "Yes Mummy." She nodded dutifully.

   Donna reached a pillow over and placed it under her crotch, then buried
her face in the other as she arched her proud buttocks into the air

   "Take your time darling.  Make Mummy climb up the wall."

   =====

   "Cheers"

   "Cheers" replied Donna as she clinked her glass of gin and tonic against
Susan's.

   Both women were laying back on the sofa in the sumptuous living room of
Susan's London flat.  Although she was married it belonged to her and had
nothing to do with her husband.  Susan presented a welcoming sight to
viewers as she read the news most days of the week.  Her attractive trim
appearance gave the impression she was speaking to them personally, her
blue intelligent eyes seemed to see through the camera straight in to
theirs.  Donna was delighted when Susan had made a pass at her last year at
a party; ever since then they'd been lovers with constant meetings at
Susan's flat.  They met once a week for discreet daytime sessions of
lovemaking, both women had every Wednesday to themselves and made full use
of it for their weekly tryst.  Susan studied her friends face sensing a
difference in her this week.  She reached over to stroke her hand as she
gently probed.

   "So how was your week?"

   Donna's lips twitched as she smiled, knowing she couldn't hide her
excitement.  "Oh not bad." She said casually, trying with a feeble attempt
to hide her glee.

   Susan raised her eyebrow knowingly.  It could only be something
wonderful, probably something very exciting to make Donna so agitated.  The
woman was dying to tell her something quite thrilling; she'd noticed her
energised state as soon as she walked through the door.  Knowing Donna, the
only thing that could possibly have such an effect on her had to be sex,
and it wasn't to wild an assumption to work out she'd made a new conquest.

   "Who've you been making it with honey bunch?"

   "Pardon?" she replied surprised that her friend knew so easily.

   Susan's hand slid down to her friend's leg, and caressed its way up her
stockinged thigh.  "You know you can share your secret with me." She
sighed. "We never keep anything from each other darling.  Do tell honey,
you know it's safe with me." Donna looked away for a moment as she sought
for the right words to tell Susan about her and Brittany, she'd been dying
to tell her ever since she came round.  Susan was Donna's soul mate, both
were more than friends and lovers; they were almost like sisters, both
fiercely protective of each other and totally devoted.

   "Your right." She bit her lip slightly before she continued.  "I know
how much you adore younger girls Susan.  It's one of your closely guarded
secrets." Susan gave a long apprising stare as she wondered just what this
was leading up to.  Donna knew her liking for young girls, not just young
but pre-teen.  It was her secret fantasy to seduce a girl still in nursery
school, that's just how she liked them.  Donna had been her only confident,
her secret yearning known only to her because she knew she wouldn't be
appalled as other people would.  In fact Donna had found the idea quite
stimulating herself, but never to the extent that Susan had.  Her breath
caught in her throat as she waited for her to continue.

   "Well, it's happened to me Susan.  I'm having a sexual relationship with
a very young girl."

   "How young?" She asked hardly trusting her voice.

   "Thirteen Susan.  In a way I've been having a relationship with her ever
since she was born." She reached out taking Susan's had in hers as she
gazed into her burning eyes.  "You see darling I'm her Mother." The effect
was electrifying.  Susan's eyes rolled in their sockets as she whispered,
"Oh my God." Her head fell back on the sofa as she stared up at the
ceiling. For a while there was silence almost like the after effects of an
explosion, and in a way it was.

   "Have I shocked you."?

   "In the enormity of what you're saying I suppose you have.  I just need
to take it in, I don't disapprove." She paused and breathed out loudly,
letting a gust of air blow her dark hair away form her forehead.  "I'm
honoured you told me.  How long...I mean when did you..." She groped. 
Donna leaned forward and kissed her.  For the next half an hour she told
her everything, right from the discovery under Brittany's mattress, all
that had happened, how she had felt, what she had done about it, and
everything they had done together since.  When she had finished, Susan
quietly stood up, took Donna by the hand and kissed her with a furious
passion which showed just how she felt.  "I think it's time we made our way
upstairs." She whispered.  With that they began their slow progress to the
bedroom.  Slow because the two excited women could only get a few feet
further before falling on each other, kissing passionately and pulling off
items of clothing.  By the time they flung the bedroom door open, they were
both naked.  They threw the silken covers back and began a session so
frantic that both women lost all sense of time and place as the morning
passed into afternoon and shadows began to fall across the large room.

   "It's time I thought about getting back home." Donna sighed as she noted
the changing light seeping over their sweating bodies.  "Brittany's due to
be coming home from school soon." She yawned and leaned over to kiss Susan
on the lips.  "I'm going to be too tired for any more fun today though.  As
usual you've worn me out, and believe me that takes some doing." Susan
didn't respond, her mind was elsewhere for a moment.  "Honey, where have
you gone, you're miles away?" Donna asked looking down at her preoccupied
lover.

   "Oh." She exhaled as she came out of her reverie and looked up at Donna.
"I was just thinking about Brittany for a moment."

   "Yes?" Donna raised her eyebrows slightly.

   "You said she's submissive right and she'll do anything you say?"

   "That's true." She admitted.

   "Well, you know how you've got this thing about golden showers, giving
them I mean...." She continued

   "Go on." Donna urged.  "You have as well remenber."

   "I know.  But you have the opportunity of having someone fill those
wishes now.  Wouldn't Brittany agree to let you do it with her?"

   "I've thought about it," Donna admitted as she lay back to stare at the
white ceiling, "but it's how to ask her.  I don't want to put her off by
saying something really clumsy, I'm not sure how to steer the conversation
in the right direction."

   "Umm." Susan though for a moment and then sat up and squeezed the other
woman's breast.  "I know." She exclaimed.  "You don't have to."

   "What.  But I thought you just said...."

   "No listen for a second." She interrupted.  It could be an accident.  It
could just happen.  What happens if you loose control of yourself when
you're sitting on her face and you're having an orgasm?  In that position
it's got nowhere else to go except her mouth.  Why not just pretend that
you've lost control and peed yourself, then see how she copes.  If she
really hates it, well then maybe it isn't going to work out, on the other
hand if she doesn't mind...  then maybe you can start training her to be a
regular little toilet." Donna eyes shone as she reached over and kissed her
friend, smiling into her eyes she agreed to try it.



   The next few days were hectic at work preparing for the Grand Prix that
Saturday, Donna wasn't getting back home until Saturday night.  Fortunately
Amanda's parents Jean and David Dawson were really good about looking after
Brittany, both were some years older than she was, I guess probably in
their early fifties, Amanda being adopted.  They assured her they'd love to
look after Brittany, she was a delightful child and besides it would be
good company for their Amanda.  As soon as the race ended Donna was on her
way back home driving through the rain for a few days leave and time to
spend with her beautiful daughter.  She called at Jean and David's place
around ten that evening and Jean answered the door.  Jean was a pleasant
faced attractive woman with shoulder length curly blonde hair and sparkly
green eyes that managed to keep her full figure in good shape.  Donna was
glad to see you could still look good in your fifties if you were lucky,
and maybe worked out a little and resolved to do the same herself when she
had to.

   "Hi Donna, come in out of the weather." She smiled.  "I'll bet you're
about worn out, you look it.  Would you like a drink?" Donna must have
looked tired, she certainly felt it and she was more than glad to accept a
large gin and tonic when she put it into her hand.  She thanked her as she
called for the children to come down stairs.  It took some time for them to
answer, but they finally did.  Both were heavily engrossed in one of
Amanda's board games which they were playing on her bedroom floor. 
"Brittany, it's your Mum, she's here!" She called.  Donna's heart leapt as
she heard her call "Mummy" and rush down the stairs like a tornado to jump
into her arms.  Donna lifted her up off the floor and nearly forgot herself
by kissing her like a lover instead of a Mother; instead she gave her a
large hug and told her how much she'd missed her.  She put her down on the
floor and she wrapped her arms around her Mother's legs and clung onto her
as she thanked Jean for looking after her.

   "Don't worry Donna, it's been a pleasure to have her here, especially
with David working during the evenings so much it's nice to have a houseful
of children to keep me occupied." She said stroking Amanda's hair.  Both
Mother and daughter smiled at each other and Donna could see the love in
their eyes as it shone brightly for each other.

   She took her own daughter by the hand and led her to the door.  "If you
ever need the same just get in touch and I'll be more than happy to look
after Amanda, just let me know Jean."

   "Thanks love, I will." she nodded.

   The car resounded with excited chatter as Brittany recounted all the
things she and Amanda had done during her three-day stay.  She told of the
den they'd built at the bottom of the garden and how they'd used it as a
hideaway for all their adventures, even for picnics with Mrs Dawson
bringing down buns and coke.  It had all been such fun she said.  Donna
smiled inwardly as she listened to her daughters excited prattle, part of
her was glad she'd had such a good time while she was away, and she was
grateful to the Dawson's for that and yet deep down she was a little upset
that Brittany hadn't spoken of how much she'd missed her yet.

   "Mummy, it's been fun but I hope you don't keep going away, please
don't." Brittany's looked up at her Mother, her face suddenly as sad as her
quietly stated entreaty.  "I've been thinking of you all the time." She
continued.  Donna glanced down from the road for a second the wipers
waltzing across the screen as they swept aside the pattering rain, and her
emotions flooded as she saw the pleading little eyes of the girl she loved
twinkling in the dark of the car.

   "I'll try so hard not to darling.  Sometimes Mummy has to go away so she
can earn us pennies.  We need money to keep our house and give us somewhere
to live.  I'm sorry love but sometimes I'm going to have to go away, even
if I don't want to, I'd much rather be at home with my special little girl.
Honey..." she continued driving with one hand as the other took her
daughters hand in hers and gave it a squeeze, "I've missed you too." She
let her breath out in a sudden rush as she thought of how much she'd
yearned for her daughter's childish loving and she glanced down again at
her daughter beautiful lips before fixing her attention back to the
glistening road and the drive home.

   The last few days had taken their toll on Donna, it had been a tough
work schedule with long hours of preparation sometimes from dawn to dusk
and she needed her sleep.  Unfortunately this meant Brittany being
relegated to her own room for the night and a somewhat disappointing night
for Brittany who had been relishing the thought of spending the night her
Mother.  As the dispirited girl made her way to her room Donna followed her
up the stairs and upon reaching the top turned her around and kissed her
softly on the lips, promising it was only for tonight, and tomorrow would
be very different.  "Just give me chance to catch up on some sleep and I
promise you we'll do everything and more in my bed tomorrow." Brittany's
skin tingled as she tried to imagine what that could mean, so that she
shook herself before reaching up to wrap her arms around her Mothers legs
and hug her face into her nightgown.  "I can't wait for then, but I'll have
to.  Goodnight Mummy."

   "Goodnight darling."

   The next day Donna devoted herself to Brittany's pleasure by taking her
to the zoo, something she'd wanted to do for some time but hadn't got round
to.  The young girl was totally awestruck by the animals and had the best
afternoon of her life as she laughed and squealed at the antics of the
chimpanzees, which were clearly her favourites.  She liked all of the
animals, even the placid snakes in the reptile house which made her mother
shudder.  Donna took her for a pizza on the way home and watched as she
devoured every morsel with relish; Donna only had an orange juice,
explaining to Brittany how she had to watch her figure.

   "What's your figure mean?" She asked in a puzzled voice.

   "It means the way my body looks, I eat carefully because I don't want to
put on weight and get fat.  Like that lady over there." Her eyes pointed to
a huge female sat with two other women, all of them large and all scoffing
double fries and whoppers.  Luckily the atmosphere buzzed with chatter in
the full restaurant and nothing they said could be overheard from their
small table in the corner of the room.  Brittany looked round and giggled
as she crammed another mouthful in and began to munch it.

   "She looks like that big hippo we saw in the zoo." Both of them laughed
at that, then Donna leaned forward to bring her face close to her
daughters, and flicked her ear playfully as she laughed.

   "I hope you don't think Mummy looks like a hippo in the zoo."

   "You don't look like a hippo, more like a nice cat.  You're lovely and
not at all fat."

   "Like a cat, hmm.  Well that's good because I have nice hungry pussy
waiting for you when we get home.  Gurrrrrrrr." She growled as Brittany
burst out laughing so much she got the hiccups.  Donna smiled and waited
for the attack to subside and then continued talking in simple terms for
the small child.  "Sometimes I'm very busy at work dear.  I was very tired
when I finished being on television, which is why I needed to sleep so much
when I got home, and you had to sleep in your own bed.  Now though...." She
said the last couple of words in a quieter voice making sure despite the
hubbub that they were for Brittany's ears alone.  "I'm feeling
exceptionally randy, and once we get home...." Her finger traced the
contours of the girl's small mouth; it's tip caressing the sensitive lips.

   "My mouth?" She guessed knowing any activities would involve around it's
active use, her intuition acute for her age.

   "Uh huh." She nodded and then growled like a tiger once again and
Brittany smiled back at her Mother's tinkling laughter.

   "An early bedtime?" She asked.  Donna looked at her watch, it pointed to
five minutes past five.

   "Right again." She assured the girl.  "In half an hour to be precise."
She rose from the table clutching the car keys.

   The drive home was fast, there's no other way of describing it.  The
speed grew apace with the woman's ardour, the suppressed sexual tension of
the last few days breaking over the dam of her restraint as her foot
squeezed the accelerator.  Ideas began forming in her head of the kind of
things she wanted to do with her young lover, one in particular taking
root. Perhaps it would be a catalyst for a whole range of 'special'
lovemaking.  It was after all Brittany's own suggestion.  A secret yearning
of her own perhaps?  Yes of course it was.  She'd wanted to find a willing
partner who'd be servile and willing enough to submit herself to this
manner of sex for such a long time now, someone able enough to quench her
need for the more unusual kind of 'perversions' she secretly dreamt of.

   "Brittany, you know when you told me about wanting to be bossed around
in the bedroom."

   "Yes Mummy." Her shy reply.

   "Do you still want that?" Brittany sighed quietly and tentatively
caressed her Mother's arm.

   "Oh yes.  Yes please." She glanced up at the woman's face and noticed
her lips pursed in thought.  Donna glanced down at her for a second her
eyes meeting the girl's for the less than a heartbeat but long enough for a
silent understanding to pass between them both.

   "Good." She nodded.  "I'd like you to call me Mistress when we're in the
bedroom.  We'll have a practice run of Mistress and slave girl" The
whispered assent was barely audible above the noise of the engine as she
pushed the accelerator down to the floor.  Brittany felt her heart racing
at the new twist and the change in her Mother's tone.  She could hardly
wait to find out what it all meant.

   Two minutes later they were home, the key turned in the lock as the door
slammed shut on the outside world leaving the two of them alone once more.
No words were spoken as the woman unbuttoned her coat and threw it over the
banister rail then bent down to do the same for the child.  She held her
hand out expectantly for her daughter, who after a second slid her smaller
one forward to feel it's determined grip, as hand in hand they climbed the
stairs to the large bedroom.  Once inside she flicked on the main switch,
throwing the large room into bright light instead of the usual romantic
glow, then she began to undress.

   "I want you to see everything." She stated simply.  Brittany nodded
nervously, excited now to the point of shaking.  "Take them off then," she
instructed.  "Your clothes dear".  She sighed impatiently "Your clothes. 
Get naked.  Quick!"

   "Yes." She replied as she rushed to obey.

   "Yes what." Donna frowned her voice rising in the quiet room."

   "Yes Mistress." She remembered.  Seconds later after a flurry of frantic
activity she stood naked on the plush carpet amid a heap of discarded
clothes.  Now Donna resumed undressing, taking her time to divest her of
her garments.  Each button on her white blouse was unsnapped and pulled
away with the slowest deliberation.  A small smile played on her lips as
she threw the top to the floor and reached down to unfasten the zipper of
her pencil shaped skirt, the sound instantly recognisable in the silent
room.  It fell in a heap down her shapely legs to reveal silky dark
stockings resting beneath a thrilly black suspender belt.  She sent the
skirt flying across the room with what seemed like an almost lazy kick of
her leg, and then reached behind her back to unsnap her bra, allowing her
heavy breasts to spill out and bounce lewdly together.  Donna tossed her
long hair back over her shoulders, causing the long dark tresses to tumble
down past her shoulder blades as she purred in anticipation of her young
lovers agile mouth.

   The harsh light picked out the hard nipples with a clarity Brittany had
never seen before, so that even the veins stood out clearly inside the
white flesh of her breasts.  Her knickers came off with a swish but instead
of throwing them away she kept hold of them and held the soiled crotch in
her hand.

   "Lick them.  Taste your beautiful Mistress." She ordered in a quiet,
sultry voice.  Brittany didn't keep her Mother/Mistress waiting as she
grabbed the panties and pressed them against her mouth, running her tongue
into the yellow vee and cramming it into her mouth.  Donna watched her for
a while and then slid a hand between her thighs to stroke her pussy lips
through the forest of hair.  She walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out
two fat pillows of the shelf and placed them on the floor by the side of
the double bed.  "Sniff them, smell my cunt nectar, it's what you're going
to be drinking in a minute." Brittany put the sheer material to her nose
and inhaled the pungent fragrance of the smelly knickers with her eyes
closed in ecstacy.  Donna found the act of devotion quite beautiful, but
was eager to get the pretty child's face elsewhere, it had been a long wait
for the horny woman and she was dying to satisfy the weeklong famine. 
"Kneel on the cushions Brittany and face me." She instructed gently.  Quick
to obey her Mother and enjoying this new game she hurried to obey and soon
knelt comfortably on the firm pillows and waited for whatever was to happen
next.  She didn't have long to wait as her Mother crossed the harshly lit
room to stand before her, now completely naked but for her skimpy stockings
and suspenders.

   "Kiss my pussy Brittany." She ordered, interlocking her fingers on the
back of her head and pulling her closer.  "Kiss it you darling girl!"
Brittany lips pressed against the hairy dank cunt and she began to lick and
kiss it instinctively, her tongue flicked against the clit teasing the
tender flesh.  Donna loved the feeling of power she wielded over the young
girl.  As a Mother in the normal sense of the word, she had always had it,
but not like this, it was so nasty!  Gently, she took her by the ears and
began guiding her with up and down motions of her head, wiping her face
against the bushy pussy.  She trembled as her nose, lips and chin grazed
the gaping flaps of her hole.  When she held her to her clit she
concentrated on that area, sighing as desire rocked her.  "Mmmm, yes yes."
She hissed humping against her.  "Your tongue!  Use your tongue on my clit.
Can you feel it?  Feel the hard little bump.  Oh yes!" She screamed.  "Lick
it!  Kiss it!  Suck it!" Donna became oblivious to the awkward position she
had forced Brittany into.  All that mattered to her now was her own
satisfaction.  Her side stance became even more lewd as she bent her knees
and practically mounted Brittany's upturned face as she sagged in her
kneeling position on the pile of pillows by the side of the bed.  The girl
let out a series of gasps and groans, which the smothering press of her
mostly muffled as Donna selfishly jockeyed for an even better position.

   When the ecstasy overwhelmed her, Donna climbed up even higher and
draped a leg over the youngsters shoulder.  At the same time she lowered
her pussy down hard on her face, causing her to tumble back on the bed. 
She rode down on her, gasping for joy as her cunt completely smothered her.
Her thighs were practically pressing against the mattress, as she bore her
cunt down on her face.

   "Do it!  Shove your tongue up inside my pussy!" Her daughter had little
choice in the matter, but it was patently clear that she wasn't finding the
experience distressing as her tongue penetrated her cunt and licked up the
syrupy honey inside.  Vibrations rattled Donna's very core as she shrieked
in joyous rapture.  Erotic flames danced in her cuntal depths, filling her
with sweet delight.  Soon, she began rotating her hips, pressing down
harder onto Brittany's mouth and face.  Again her nose nudged her clit, and
the horny woman squealed in delight as a sudden intense orgasm ripped
through her.  She bolted upright, stiffening as wild sensation shot through
her cunt, her juices wetting Brittany's face, filling her mouth and going
up her nostrils.

   "Drink it!" She yelled, her voice coming in a breathless gasp.  "Suck it
all up!  Yes!  Yes!  Oh yes damn you yessss!" Her cunt clenched her tongue
as her climax heightened.  The she heard her lips smack as she drank up the
tartly flavoured burst of nectar.  She munched on her pussy, feasting on
the soggy gash and then wriggled her tongue, licking out the creamy tunnel
while nipping at the dangling pussy lips.  She shivered as another orgasm
happened and Brittany continued to eat her.  Meanwhile the young girl
reached behind Donna and clutched the smooth and supple cheeks of her
trembling buttocks and gripped her Mother tightly, as if to steady the
trembling pussy.  She continued to devour her cunt, sucking the very
essence of her pussy down her throat.  Donna's cunt overflowed, she grabbed
her young lover's hair and pulled her even tighter to her quaking cunt. 
Her gasping words were no longer understandable, but Brittany seemed to
have no trouble getting her message.  Suddenly her mouth was awash with hot
liquid.  It was a taste she'd never known before, bitter and salty and it
took her by surprise.  She had no other choice but to swallow, even then
the flow was so fast some of it went down the wrong way, then up her nose
making her choke and splutter.  Donna pulled away quickly at the sounds of
the girl's distress, still pissing wildly for a second, urine splashing and
hissing off the girl's face until she was able to clench her bladder and
cease the flow.

   "Sorry darling Oh sorry lover." She cried.  All signs of the mistress
disappearing as she switched her role to concerned Mother.  "Are you
alright Brittany?" She cried, gasping still from her devastating orgasm.

   "Yes I'm fine." She coughed, sitting upright as she spluttered and
cleared her lungs.  Donna sprinted to the bathroom her breasts swinging
crazily in time to her wobbling buttocks.  All grace and poise seemed to
have evaporated as she brought back a wet flannel and a towel to wash and
dab the child's swimming face.  "I'm alright Mum it's better now." She
believed her because Brittany smiled as she spoke but felt guilty about the
charade of pretending it was an accident knowing it was all planned before
hand to test the girl's reaction.

   "There," she cooed as she dabbed her face dry with the towel "You're all
dried off now.  I'm sorry dear I just lost control." She lied, apparently
not guilty enough to tell the truth yet.  "It must have been monstrous for
you my poor little love.  It must have been terrible for you having to
drink Mummy's wee wee like that, all that nasty taste in your mouth as
well." Brittany shook her head as Donna wiped away the pee from her face.
She decided the whole thing had been pretty cool all in all, and the new
taste pretty nasty but terribly exiting.

   "It didn't taste that bad really."

   "Oh really dear." She exclaimed raising an eyebrow.

   "Not really.  It tasted....  Ummm." She dropped her eyes shyly, not
wishing to look her Mother in the eyes.  Donna's heart began to quicken
slightly.

   "Please darling.  Please tell me." She looked into her face appealingly.


   "You'll think it's dirty though."

   "No I won't Brittany.  If anyone's dirty it's me for doing it, not you.
I'm the one who couldn't stop myself from filling you with wee wee." She
soothed, still using the familiar childish term instead of the adult.

   "Well".  Brittany continued, encouraged by her reassurance.  "I didn't
like it when it went down the wrong way and made me cough and that, but..."
Her voice trailed off as she looked up into her Mother's face seeking
further reassurance, which came with a vigorous nodding of the head and
raised eyebrows, in an unspoken.  'Yes go on, it's alright, I'm listening'
kind of way.  "I liked it." She confessed very quietly.  "It was nice and
it made me feel all funny and..." She blushed furiously and her face felt
suddenly hot as she looked away from her Mother's earnest eyes.  There was
a subdued silence for the next few moments as Donna gently stroked her
daughter's brow, thinking of what to say next and how to continue with the
crucial moment.  She bent down to kiss her forehead for a moment, her lips
brushing against her in a soft caress.  Then choosing her next words
carefully she continued, but not before being forced to clear her tight
throat first.

   "Do you know what?" She continued, putting a warm smile into her voice.
"I kind of liked it as well, and if we both liked it...Well why don't we do
it again, only I'll be a lot more careful this time."

   "Can we?" Brittany chirped eagerly.

   "Yes.  As a matter of fact I didn't finish going just then.  I had to
stop myself.  There's still quite a lot more inside me.  Would you like me
to do the rest in your mouth?"

   "Oh yes please."

   "And will you drink it?"

   "Yes." She replied with a nod.  Donna exhaled in relief, suddenly
feeling light headed with excitement as she said in as normal a voice as
possible.

   "Good.  Lift your head up a second....that's it good.  Just let me slide
this towel underneath your head so we don't get the bed wet." Once Donna
was satisfied with the arrangements and Brittany was laying flat on her
back with the towels beneath her head, she climbed onto the bed and knee
walked up Brittany's body with swaying breasts until her cunt was poised
just above her mouth.  She opened her lips up with her fingers and Brittany
eyes were glued to the obscene sight of her Mother's wide-open sex.  There
were a few moment of silence in the charged atmosphere of the large
bedroom, and then Donna gave a quiet sigh and relaxed her bladder slightly
to allow a thin trickle of pee to stream out of her urethra.  The warm
liquid splashed over Brittany's tongue, washing over her teeth and gums as
it began to fill her mouth.  She found the taste exciting rather than
pleasant and murmured with pleasure as her mouth began to brim with the
yellow liquid.

   "Hold it there sweetie." Her Mother instructed.  "Taste it first.  Good,
now slowly begin to swallow." Brittany gulped and a swish of the warm
nectar coursed down her throat and into her stomach.  It felt good so she
gulped again, with a loud glug, making Donna close her eyes in ecstasy at
the filthy sound.  She imagined her piss filling her little girl's stomach;
it was so nasty just the thought of participating in such a perverted act
with her young daughter was bliss to her soul.  A moan of ecstasy passed
her lips when she saw Brittany had drank it all up.  "Drink it straight
away now." She urged as with a sigh, she began again, a slow steady force,
which had Brittany swallowing the bitter drink continuously.  A stray lock
of hair hung over one of Brittany's eyes, which Donna patted back into
place beyond her hairline.  Her fingers ran through her hair, caressing the
long blonde locks as she murmured loving sweet nothings, her soft words
mingling with the gentle hiss of her flowing nectar and the little girl's
swallowing.

   "Beautiful." She murmured.

   It was, and so was the rest of the night.

   =====

   The honeymoon continued, and was getting kinkier by the day.  Brittany
developed a taste for piss, something Donna was eager to nurture, and she
indulged her daughter at every instance.  The toilet was out of bounds for
Donna for the rest of the weekend for everything - or nearly everything -
and each time she felt her bladder filling up and the need of release
imminent, she crooked her finger at Brittany who dropped to her knee's with
an open mouth.  They managed to christen every room of the house with their
bizarre games, with Brittany drinking her Mother's precious piss at every
opportunity.  The golden showers continued over the next few weeks as
Brittany tried to drink her Mother dry.  One afternoon for instance, Donna
went the to rest room at work and took out a drinks flask from her handbag.
She unscrewed the plastic lid and held the neck between her legs and filled
it to the brim with her piss.  She ran her dangling labia around the rim,
shook off the last few drops and then replaced the now considerably heavier
container into her bag.  When she arrived home Brittany was watching
cartoons on the TV.  She smiled as her Mother bent to plant a kiss on her
lips and whisper "I've got a surprise for you", before going into the
kitchen.  She took the flask out of her bag, unscrewed the lid and poured
the still warm liquid into a tall glass and added a straw.  By now she was
feeling quite giddy as she took the golden piss into the living room and
placed the warm glass in her hands.  "Just a minute don't start yet" she
shot, as she fell back into a chair opposite her.  The girl glanced from
the full glass with it's obscene contents back to her Mother as she lay
back strumming her clit with her finger.  "Drink it for Mummy".  She
intoned in the syrupy voice parents use to talk to very young children. 
The girls eyes left the telly and looked back at the glass, her nose
twitching as she inhaled the strong aroma.  Putting the straw to her lips,
she began to suck up her Mother's piss, stopping only to burp half way
through the glass as her stomach rebelled against the pungent mixture.  She
rested a while, her ears picking up the sound of squelching.  Her eyes took
in the sight of Donna, her long dark hair hanging in a silky swathe over
her shoulder, and her legs thrown back over the chair arms rubbing her
sopping vagina through her now transparent panties.  Then she took a deep
breath and placed the plastic coloured straw back in her mouth and
continued drinking.  It was a huge amount to swallow, but eventually after
another two minutes the glugging ceased, then the large glass was empty. 
She put it down on the table with a loud gasp and wiped her lips with the
back of her hand.  At that point Donna got up off the chair, hiked up her
skirt and pulled her knickers down off her legs.  In two strides she walked
over to the seated girl and cocked a leg onto the cushion next to her. 
With a loud groan she brought her hands behind the child's head and tugged
it forward against her cunt.  Just watching her drink from the straw had
brought her to the brink, all it took to bring her off were a few forceful
fuck thrusts against Brittany's lips.  She came almost immediately, not
even giving Brittany time to get her tongue into action before spurting a
torrent of cunt soup down her throat, to join the rest of her bodily fluids
in her churning stomach.

   Three hours later after eating supper and watching some television they
went upstairs to bed.  The house soon resounded to the sounds of passion,
save for the occasional break in between as they recovered between Donna's
orgasms.  During one of these breaks Donna told her daughter she wanted to
shit in her mouth.

   "What?" Brittany gasped.

   Donna lay on her back resting, her breasts rising and falling with her
deep breathing.  Brittany had already been performing cunnilingus for the
last hour or so, and she'd experienced three beautiful orgasms.  The last
one had been particularly satisfying, and had involved Brittany lying flat
out on the large bed with her head hanging over the foot of the mattress.
Donna had stepped carefully over her daughter, facing away from the bed,
giving Brittany a panoramic view of her Mother's naked body.  Her hairy
mound was dewy with cum juices as beads of cum hung from the ends of the
hairs, while further up her breasts swung like pendulums as she placed
herself in position above.  Brittany felt the woman's hands as they
supported the back of her head, a firm but gentle cradle, and then her
vision was obscured as she felt Donna's soft thighs brush her cheeks as she
crouched down onto her, burying her face in a carpet of hair and wet flesh.
It hadn't been gentle for Brittany as she licked her Mothers thrusting
vagina, feeling it bare down onto her and squeezing her cheeks flat with
its force.  Now they both lay down hand in hand resting from their
exertions.  The woman's secretions drying on her face made the soft flesh
feel slightly chapped as her mind wandering yet again at the energy of her
adult lover.  She seemed to burn like a fireball of energy once the bedroom
door was closed behind them.  She closed her eyes as she pondered the
thought of what it would take to make her Mother tired if ever such a thing
was possible, when she heard her voice seeping through her musings. 
Something about trying something new, her Mother was saying she wanted to
try something new.

   "It's something I've been thinking of for sometime and I've never found
the right moment to ask." Brittany opened her eyes again and looked up into
the face of her lover, a sensual face, extremely sexual, and now looking
earnestly down into hers.

   "Anything Mummy.  You're brilliant, I mean it...  I really do.  I love
you, I love you." She smiled up at her.  The woman's calm gaze fixed on her
a moment longer before she closed her eyes, and once again opened them. 
Their gaze seemed to bore into her soul.  She let out a warm deep breath
and then spoke.

   "I want to shit in your mouth." The words hung in the air and at first
she thought she must have been hearing things, she couldn't believe her
ears.

   "What?" She gaped.

   "It needn't be right away, I don't mean we have to do it tonight, but I
would like to try it."

   "Why?" Came the started reply.

   Donna stopped.  That was a good question.  Why?  Why did she want to
perform such an act, and with her own daughter?  The very meaning of the
words she'd just uttered meant undertaking an act so disgusting to decent
society it would shock a normal person to the core.  But so what?  What is
normal?  'Everything's subjective` she thought.  'Because most of society
finds it abhorrent, does it mean that I automatically have to as well?  No
it doesn't, it just means I'm different and what's so wrong with that?' To
Donna there wasn't, as a matter of fact it was something to be glad of, she
was proud of her individuality.  The very thought of doing such a thing
with her young daughter was intensely exciting to her, and none of
society's conventions were going to diminish the pleasure of performing
such a sordid task with her darling girl.  Donna had always had a
fascination with shit.  Ever since being a teenager she had wanted to watch
it coiling and making it's way out of her body.  She remembered once while
she was still young enough to be living with her parents, she'd placed a
newspaper on the floor in front of a mirror.  She'd locked her bedroom
door, then taken her clothes off and crouched down over the paper,
expelling turd after turd onto the rustling newssheet, while she watched
with fascinated excitement at the reflection in the mirror.  From there her
fantasies had grown; until she began to imagine someone kneeling behind her
eating from her ass.  Never the other way round though, it was the thought
of someone actually eating something so gross, something from within her
body that she found so utterly compelling.  Over the years she had sought
to bring her strange 'need` to life with a handful of her more adventurous
lovers but without any success.  The only person she had found empathy with
had been Sue; both women were similar in many ways.  Sue had the same
fantasies and desires as Donna, but like her she wasn't particularly
interested in being a 'taker`.  Each of the women dreamt wistfully of
finding a person who could satisfy their shared perversion.  The chosen
person would have to be willing to perform an act of homage so bizarre, and
yet so extremely intimate, that Donna and Sue could think of no show of
devotion so complete.  They would have to be willing and prepared to eat
their shit, it was as simple as that.  Donna knew she had to focus her will
on bringing her daughter over to her way of thinking.  She wanted Brittany
to be a willing partner in this extraordinary need of hers.  She continued
to lock her gaze with Brittany's, as she continued in a low but steady
voice, the task of winning her over.

   "When two people are very close, like you and I are, it's very important
that they hide nothing from each other.  We're closer than most people. 
We're not just a normal Mother and daughters are we honey?  We're also
lovers." Donna paused for a second to let her words sink in.  "Do you agree
with that Brittany?" Brittany nodded in agreement, smiling shyly up as she
did.

   "Good.  For many years now I've been having thoughts about finding a
special person who would be able to help me with my secret need.  No one
has been able to do that and it's left me frustrated." She stopped for a
moment and took a deep breath before letting it out in a deep sigh.  She
gazed dramatically upwards for a moment and then resumed.  "Oh yes
Brittany, I've had many lovers in my life, I'm a very liberated woman and I
know I'm quite an attractive one too.  But in all those years I've found no
one willing, or able to satisfy me in the way I have asked you to do.  I'm
asking you now Brittany are you willing to do as I've asked?"

   Brittany looked at her hands; her fists were clenched with tension
causing her to bite her lip before she spoke.  "Now?" She whispered almost
inaudibly.  Donna shook her head causing a long swathe of hair to fall over
her face, which she brushed back before answering.

   "No.  Soon though, I'll ease you into it gently." She reached out and
took the child's clenched hand and opened it.  She bent down and planted a
soft kiss into its palm, and then smiled lovingly at her.  "Do I take that
as a yes?" Brittany's face was flushed, a picture of bashful uncertainty,
but she managed a brief nod all the same.  Donna was elated at the
response. Muted though it was it added up to a yes and that was all she
needed to know.  With a sudden surge of generosity she promised Brittany
all the things she'd ever wanted in the hope it would make her more eager
to offer her favours.  "I'll make it good for you I promise.  Now..." she
exclaimed.  "I'm going to show you how much I love you.  Tomorrow morning
you can take the day off school and I'll take you shopping.  You can have
all the toys you like.  Mummy's going to see to it you get everything you
ever wanted.  How's that?"

   "Thank you Mummy." She said softly.

   Donna sat up on the bed, standing up she pulled Brittany to her feet
until she stood next to her.  "Come to the bathroom with me darling.  I
want you to see what my shit looks like as it comes out of my bottom.  I'd
like you know what you're going to be eating when you're ready.  When I've
finished I want you to come back to bed with me and lick the crease between
my cheeks." Reaching out, she took Brittany's hand and led her to the
bathroom.

   The bathroom was large and sumptuous.  The walls were clad with tiles
displaying a colourful seabed collage while the floors were covered in
ivory coloured ceramic.  The only part of the wall not displaying the ocean
scene, was the large linen cupboard doors, which were mirrored to give a
floor to ceiling reflection.  It was to this mirror that Donna chose to
stand in front of, telling Brittany to kneel down on the floor behind her.
When she was satisfied with her position, she bent forward to give Brittany
a close up view of her pale buttocks.

   "Now Brittany I want you to watch my bottom do its work and see how you
feel about it.  Ok?"

   "Suppose so."

   Donna bit her lip.  Brittany didn't sound too eager, so she tried again.


   "I know how much you like my sexy bottom.  You said it was sexy yourself
didn't you?  Well just think of it as though it's feeding you.  You should
like that shouldn't you?  Hmmm?"

   "Do you want me to eat it now?  You said you were going to do it later."
She frowned up at Donna.

   "No I don't mean now.  Just watch love.  Watch it come out of me and
fall on the floor, then pick it up in your hands and put it down the bowl.
That way you'll get a feel of it, as well as a taste when we get on the bed
and you lick me." Brittany was nervous, but even though she wasn't showing
it, she was excited at the same time.  This new twist had come as a
complete surprise to her and she wandered how she was going to cope.  But
by now, she was infatuated by her sexy Mother, she was getting to know
every inch of her body, how it felt, what it tasted like and just recently
what came out of it.  She adored being her Mother's pee girl; the taste
thrilled her, as did the warm salty jet as it coursed down into her
stomach. Donna's obvious excitement at the act acted as a channel for her
own stimulus, until she desired it as much as her Mother.  Now she wandered
if this new sex game would be as much fun, and bring her even closer to the
woman she adored.

   As for Donna, she was apprehensive for other reasons.  Would Brittany
find the act repulsive?  The very sight of a woman standing in front of her
as she expelled her waste, her shit onto the floor?  How would she deal
with it?  Depending on how her daughter reacted to the experience rested
the whole future of their sex life and the unanswered question of weither
Donna would find a willing partner for her copraphillic fantasies.  She
wanted a toilet slave, the fact that she was hoping to groom her own
daughter for the post only added to her ardour.  She squatted down
slightly, and then relaxed her bowels.  Her nerves were making it difficult
to eject the faeces.  She had to really force the first turd out of
herself, her brown rosebud pulsing, with its puckered grey entrance opening
and closing as though it was gasping for life.  Eventually she felt it
move, and with a grunt it slid down her shit tube and out of her anus. 
Brittany's eyes were almost on stilts as she watched it coil out and drop
to the floor, with a cross between a plop and a thud.  The room was filled
with the stench of the reeking turd.  Brittany wanted to hold her nose and
say 'pooh!  `.  Then the bathroom resounded to the ringing tones of a loud
burst of ass gas as Donna expelled another and then another and yet again
another large smelly sausage of shit, until they lay on top of each other
in a brown sweating pile.  With a final grunt Donna straightened up and
turned round to look at her mess.  Her eyes fixed on the brown mound in the
centre of the tiled floor and then moved onto Brittany's face, before
finally resting on her small mouth, the connection between the two very
obvious.  Her hand dropped down past her belly as with slow deliberation
she parted the lips of her sex, then teased the nub of her clit, flicking
it with her finger tip, and causing it to stick out like a small penis. 
She did this on purpose; she wanted Brittany to see the ecstasy she felt at
giving the disgusting display.  Now she asked her to pick it up and feel it
with her hands.  When she was satisfied that she'd held it long enough and
not been too disgusted at the feel of it, she allowed herself a sigh of
relief, then told her to drop it into the pan.

   "I'd like you to lick your hands clean now."

   Brittany opened them up, they were streaked with brown stains and smelt
horribly, but with a sudden surge of courage she stuck her tongue out and
lapped it across her greasy palm.  The taste was awful, but perversely the
very thought of the filthy act she was perpetrating gave her a strange
thrill and she forced herself to carry on licking until both hands were
clean.  For her part Donna could hardly give credence to the sight of her
daughter dutifully licking her shitty hands clean.  It caused her to give a
loud groan and clutch her sex with the rest of her hand.  It was a
fantastic start, and hopefully a sign that things would get even better. 
Her face lit up as she held out her hand for Brittany.  "Wonderful darling!
Now come with me." With that she led her back into the bedroom and let go
of her hand.  She climbed onto the bed, and then knelt down on all fours
with her buttocks pointing proudly upwards.  "If you do half as good
licking me between these" she said spreading the cheeks to show her
shit-smeared asshole "I'll be so happy." Brittany went over and climbed
onto the mattress to kneel behind her Mother.  She looked at the graphic
scene of Donna's arse-hole caked in brown shit and trembled as she steeled
herself to press her face into the dark runny crack.  She held her breath
and dived in with her mouth, and licked along the length with a long sweep
of her tongue.  The taste was vile; 'Uggh` she gasped and made to pull out
but then stopped herself.  This was her Mother, the woman she loved and
adored, the thought of doing such an intimate act and knowing how much her
older lover had almost begged her to do it filled her with an inner
strength, enough to make her continue.  With a huge effort she gulped down
the brown shit sauce from her tongue and stuck it out again and pushed
further into the tunnel for another tongue smearing.  Again she did the
same and gulped down the filthy sauce and went back for more.  Donna
whimpered like a bitch in heat as she felt the youngsters tongue penetrate
her anus and lick out its waste.  She couldn't believe how lucky she was,
Brittany was going for it, doing what she had yearned for all these years.
Oh how she loved her, how she adored her beautiful baby for making her so
happy.  Bringing a hand down to her cunt she began frigging herself.  At
the same time she began pushing her ass into Brittany's face, smearing the
brown slime around her lips, cheeks and forehead until she was truly
browned.  Although aware of the gross nature of the act she was performing,
Brittany began to experience an intense feeling of pleasure as she listened
to her Mother's moans of ecstasy.  The fact that what she was doing such a
forbidden with her Mother sent thrills through her small body, until
suddenly the vile taste wasn't so bad after all and she began to enjoy the
experience.

   The minutes ticked by as the bedroom resounded to the sound of wet
slurping.  Brittany licked the asshole spotless as Donna moaned and groaned
and brought her self off with her flicking fingers.  Suddenly Donna bucked
backwards and brought her other hand to the back of her daughter's head to
jam her face even tighter between the sweating cheeks and then screamed. 
The shriek ripped through the large house like a blast from a furnace such
was its volume and intensity.  Brittany held her breath; her nose was
pressed so deeply inside the rectum that she had no chance of drawing any
breath.  She just waited to be released and allowed to breath again.  Then
the scream ended and ebbed out into a series of guttural groans as Donna
fell forward onto the mattress sobbing.  Donna had never experience
anything like the orgasm she'd just had, and lay still except for the
rising and falling of her breasts.  The quiet was broken as she turned over
onto her back and blew out, sending a swirl of dark hair dancing in the
draft.  Phew.  "God that was intense." She chuckled.

   The next few days brought them both closer to Donna's ultimate goal and
when five days later, Brittany picked up one of her freshly expelled turds
and licking the tip with her tongue moaned "Umm...  yummy" and proceeded to
lick the round the brown nugget as though it was an ice cream Donna decided
she was ready.  Taking the piece of shit in her own hand, she ran the slimy
end around her daughter's lips as though applying lips stick.  Satisfied
with her work she gave a final brush on each of her cheeks, then stood back
again and chucked throatily.

   "Now you're really a brownie."

   Brittany looked in the mirror and laughed at her bizarre reflection.

   "Do you think you're ready to go the whole way then?"

   Brittany looked back at her Mothers arched brow and nodded.

   "Yes Mummy, I'd love to." Donna tapped Brittany's nose playfully,
delighted with the way events were unfolding.

   "Excellent."



   The next evening Donna sent Brittany up to her bedroom to play with one
of the computer games she'd just bought her on their recent shopping trip,
and began to prepare the evening meal.  Brittany was crestfallen when she
learnt she wasn't invited to join her Mother at the table.  The rich aroma
of cooking wafted up the stairs, then she heard the sounds of plates and
cutlery being set and the unmistakable sound of the meal dished up.  She
ran down the stairs shouting.

   "Mum, Muuuum is dinner reeeady!"

   When she reached the dining room her Mother had already started the meal
of chicken stir-fry, and when she looked at her place she saw it was empty.
Donna finished her mouthful and looked sadly at her daughter.

   "I'm really sorry pet, but if you eat now you won't be able to eat later
tonight."

   "What do..."?  Then she remembered.  Her hand shot up and covered her
mouth and her eyes went big as she realised what Donna meant.  She let out
a loud exclamation of "Ooooh!" which was muffled somewhat by the palm of
her hand.

   Donna couldn't help but smile.

   "Don't worry honey pie I'll soon fill that tummy of yours and you'll not
have long to wait, I had a bowl of bran this morning and that always makes
me loose, so I really hope you ARE hungry."

   Suddenly Brittany was beside her self with excitement, the thought of
eating from her Mother made her cry out in glee.

   "Are you going to do it now Mummy.  Please, Pleeeeeese!"

   "In about half an hour dear.  Just give me time to finish up here and
I'll go upstairs and change.  I've bought something special to wear to
compliment the occasion." She said in a cryptic voice.

   "Oh good."

   "Oh one more thing dear."

   "Yes?"

   "Address me as Mistress once we're upstairs.  I need a slave for this
okay dear?" Brittany would get what she wanted at last.  She wanted a
Mistress, well that was fine, Donna intoned to play her part to the full.

   She finished the meal in a daze of excitement and left the dirty pots in
the sink.  She couldn't even think about doing the washing up just now, she
would do it tomorrow.  By then she'd have lived out her fantasy and any
amount of washing up wouldn't bother her.  She flounced up the stairs to
her bedroom with feet as light as air, and then headed for the dressing
table.  There she sat down and applied a pale foundation to her cheeks and
rubbed it into her skin until they took on a pale sheen.  Next came the
eyeliner, which she applied generously until it contrasted starkly with the
white of her skin.  It was so dark it resembled the Kohl paint of ancient
Egypt.  She tinted her lips a shiny red and painted her nails the same racy
colour.  Then she pursed her lips together, pulling her face into seductive
expressions as she tested the effect.

   Finally pleased with her reflection, she undressed quickly, throwing her
clothes into a heap by the door and replacing them with the one's she'd
bought during the afternoon, in honour of the special occasion.  Finally
she slipped on a new pair of shiny black stilettos and strolled over to the
mirror, where with hands on hips she struck a provocative pose.  The effect
was startling.  Black lustrous hair hung down past her pale shoulders like
a flowing river, while her ears were studded with diamond earrings.  A
black choker adorned her throat, with a gold stud attached regally to the
front as it shone in the bedroom light.  A slinky black PVC corset adorned
her slinky curves.  Laced down the front and strapless, it gave the bulging
shape of her full pale breasts a daunting sexuality.  Black suspenders
gripped the bottom of the corset, while they in turn held up a pair of
black fishnet stockings, and above them thrilly black panties.  The high
stiletto heels made her look tall and statuesque, while a finishing touch
of black velvet elbow gloves finished the effect of sluttish dominance. 
She was admiring the stunning effect and pursing her lips at her reflection
in the tall mirror when suddenly a low rumble erupted from deep within her
bowels.  She felt a movement, a big one and clutched her hands over her
midriff, her poise suddenly lost.

   "Oh Gawd." She groaned.  "I can't wait any longer."

   "Brittany." She shouted.  "Upstairs and quick."

   As soon as the words were out of her mouth she heard a scurrying from
downstairs followed by the sound of tiny running feet flying up the steps.
Brittany burst through the door and stopped with her mouth open.  By now
Donna had managed to compose herself again and stood with her hands on her
hips looking down at the astonished little girl.  Her mouth was literally
hanging open in bomb-shelled disbelief at the tall dominatrix who stood
before her with an enigmatic smile and an upraised eyebrow.

   "Well slave" she crooned silkily.  "Do you like you're Mistresses
appearance."

   Brittany moved her lips but he was still to dazed to speak.

   "Answer me slave.  Don't keep me waiting.  What's wrong?  Cat got your
tongue?  Hmmm...  Well!"

   " S.sorry." She blurted.

   "Sorry what!" Donna demanded.

   "Err...  S.sorry Mistress."

   "Good, that's betters.  You know why you're here don't you?  You're her
to serve me aren't you?"

   Donna's bowels rumbled angrily as though telling her to get on with it.
She grimaced slightly as the cramp squeezed her innards and didn't wait for
an answer before she continued.

   "Are you ready to be Mistress's toilet?"

   "Yes Mistress."

   "Excellent" She hissed thrilling at the new role.  "I've bought you some
special panties to wear.  I wish you to put them on now."

   The young girl obeyed and pulled the clothes off her skinny body and
began to dress as her Mother had instructed.  The panties were covered in
yellow teddy bears, which jumped and danced against a pink background as
though playing games.  Donna nodded with satisfaction when she saw the
childish garment on her trim buttocks, and produced a pair of shiny pink
ribbons from a draw.  She used these to tie the girl's blonde hair into two
little pigtails, and then stood back to drink in her handy work.  Her young
daughter looked every inch the pretty little toddler, her pale body looked
smaller than ever, and if possible even cuter.  She sighed with lust as her
eyes roamed over her sweet innocence, before she locked them with
Brittany's and held her gaze.  Then she made a lewd show of running the tip
of her tongue round the line of her lips in a provocative display of sexual
intent.  The childish panties and dainty little pink ribbons were an
inspiration.  The very essence of sweet childish innocence, she was soon
going to be used to satisfy the woman's obscene needs.  The very thought of
EXACTLY what that meant caused her to close her eyes and shiver from head
to toe.

   "Walk over here, then kiss my beautiful bottom through my panties and
say thank you to it.  Thank you for what I am about to receive." Brittany
made her way over to her Mother but apparently not smartly enough.

   "Quick I can't wait any longer I need to have you eating.  Come behind
and kiss me."

   He words had an electric effect on Brittany who reacted as though hit by
a bolt of lightening.  She quickly stood behind Donna with her head stooped
down kissing the nylon covered cheeks of her buttocks.

   "Thank you bottom.  Thank you for the dinner you are going to give me."
She lisped.

   "Pull them down."

   In an act of silent reverence, she pulled the panties down over the
plump domes of her ass and the length of the fishnets.  Donna lifted her
heels slightly to allow them to fall off with a discreet swish, and then
turned round and pointed to a black rubber mat which lay on the floor.

   "Lay on your back."

   Brittany lowered herself to the cold shiny rubber and lay in the
position she had been ordered.

   This was the moment they had both been waiting for.  Donna stepped over
the prone body and stood over the girls face.  She looked up and gulped
with apprehension as she saw the pale chubby cheeks begin their descent. 
Then they stopped; their downward descent arrested, ominously perhaps, only
inches from her mouth.

   "Open your mouth for me."

   She complied immediately, opening her lips wider than Donna ever thought
possible.  'Nothing wrong there' she thought as she thrilled at her
eagerness.

   "Good.  Now you are going to be my toilet.  My very own personal toilet.
I am going to shit in your mouth and you are going to eat it.  Every
morsel. You shall consume me."

   With that she released her bowels.  Released is the correct word because
the waste product within had been building up dangerously for the last
half-hour.  There was a loud explosion immediately followed by a whoosh of
light brown yellow shit.  Within seconds it had shot out and filled
Brittany's straining mouth to overflow with slimy stinking crap.  It wasn't
like the other nights when Donna had defecated in front of her, that had
been a darker brown and much more solid.  This had the consistency of
diahorea and stank the room out with its stench.  With a superhuman effort
she managed to nip her sphincter and stop the flow giving Brittany a
fighting chance of swallowing it before she was overwhelmed.

   "Chew it.  That's it, that's it" she encouraged.

   She had an easy job of chewing; it was so sloppy it disintegrated in her
mouth as she ground her teeth together, and she was able to swallow it down
with minimum of effort.  The gooey filth tasted almost too vile for her to
cope with though, it was only with the strongest of will powers that she
was able to proceed and even then she gagged three times threatening to
vomit it back up.  Luckily she didn't though, and eventually the meal
disappeared into her stomach.  With swimming eyes she looked upwards to see
the brown rosebud of her Mother's anus pulsing wildly, and then dilate as
another load forced it to protrude like a small cone and send a long coil
of shit winding down into her open mouth.  This time the brown sausage had
more substance to it and was at least a foot and a half long before it
broke off.  Such was its bulk, that it forced the startled girls lips so
apart wide that she experienced a splitting pain at the corners of her
mouth.  There was no chance of her accommodating the monster, it filled her
up completely and pressed against the back of her throat with increasing
pressure, casing her to gag anew with water spilling out of her eyes and
down her cheeks.  Again Donna clenched her buttocks and stopped the next
turd from forcing its way out into the world.  Her eyes took on the look of
concern as she turned around and saw her young lovers struggles.  Even
though Brittany tried, she couldn't make head way against the mound
sticking out of her mouth.  She couldn't find enough room to move her jaws;
she was so crammed with her Mother's faeces.  Donna eased an inch of the
protruding monster out of her mouth with her fingers, and Brittany coughed
sending brown spit flying from her mouth.  After to more barks her mouth
was empty again and Donna slipped the tip of the brown sausage back to rest
against her lips.  She wiped a tear from Brittany's cheeks as she advised
her how to continue.

   "Bite this piece off and chew it.  You should be all right with it if
you don't struggle but just take it easy and chew it round.  ...Hmmm... 
will you be okay?" She asked.

   "Umm" from Brittany "yes Mistress."

   The woman flushed with pride at her daughter's brave spirit.  She wasn't
to be beaten; there was no way her clever little lover was going to give
in. How she loved her at that moment.  With a push she sent the squishy
brown sausage past her lips and into her mouth once more.  This time it
wasn't too much, she had begun to get used to the stronger taste of the
usual waste her Mother produced.  In a few moments she had chewed about an
inch and a half of it and then swallowed it in a triumphant gulp.  Donna
fed her some more, and then continued feeding her baby with the turd until
she had eaten the last morsel.  Yet Donna's bowels were far from being
empty; she had to expel more.  Standing up again, she crouched above her
mouth once more.  After a slight groan she produced another long turd, and
even though it filled her mouth again, it wasn't the same huge size of the
previous monster.  With closed eyes Brittany got down to the task of
munching the turd and swallowing it down piece-by-piece, a gulp at a time,
while Donna watched and masturbated until it was gone.  By now though her
small stomach was bulging from the huge meal and it was with huge relief
that her dinner was nearly over.

   "One more.  Just once more my darling little toilet girl.  You're doing
so well eating up Mummy's shit," Donna sang the words encouragingly as she
resumed her squat above her mouth and let loose with another coiling
sausage of shit.  Brittany couldn't help but whimper as the brown mass
filled her mouth again and spilled out across her wet cheeks.  Luckily she
was getting the hang of it as she munched it down, slopping it noisily
around the roof of her mouth and over her gums, before gulping it down into
her bulging stomach.  Eventually her mouth was empty and she let out a loud
belch of satisfaction.  All that was left was for Donna to turn around and
do the same with her bladder as she pissed its warm yellow liquid into
Brittany's mouth.  She drank the salty brew gratefully, gulping the
gurgling stream down until her Mother sighed with satisfaction, the
satisfaction of relief.

   Later as Donna lay on her bed, listening to the sound of her young
daughter cleaning herself in the shower, her thoughts turned to the future.
The thought of Brittany and Sue getting together appealed to her.  They
would both enjoy the experience, she was sure of that.  She would arrange
it.  On top of all that she was quite taken with Brittany's friend, little
Amanda Stone and thoughts of more sexual escapes featuring her and the girl
made her tingle to her toes.

   The future would be very interesting.

   =====

   "Look she has a whole set of dresses for the fashion walk.  She's a top
model, but not only that, she's a secret agent as well!" Brittany exclaimed
with pride.  She was showing her friend Amanda her 'Super Carla' PC game, a
beautiful fashion icon that took time off from photo shoots and the catwalk
to save the world as the number one secret agent.  A stunning collection of
fashion wear could be bought as part of a series, all to clad the
precocious Carla in.  "She has all kinds of disguises she puts on when she
doesn't want the baddies to know who she is." Amanda was spellbound. 
"Wow." Was all she could manage to say as she looked on in awe as Brittany
continued explaining the various exploits Carla could get up to.  She was
envious, she knew her Mum and Daddy could never afford to buy her the who
computer game series and now after seeing if for herself she desperately
wanted to have them.  She looked around Brittany's bedroom, her eyes taking
in all of her friend's possessions; Brittany had just about everything a
girl could wish for.  Her bedroom was cluttered with toys and games of
every description; she even had a brand new mobile phone.  Her own parents
were by no means niggardly, but neither of their incomes matched Donnas who
worked as a television reporter.  "Your Mum's good to you." Said Amanda. 
"I wish mine would get me all these things." Brittany's Mother, Donna,
heard Amanda's last remark.  She was putting clean linen into the airing
cupboard, just outside the bedroom door.  Neither of the girl's had heard
her as she placed the folded clothes neatly onto the shelves and crept over
to the bedroom in time to hear Brittany.  "Are you really good to your
Mum?" "Uh hu." "But really good." "Yeah, course." "Well I'm really really
good to my Mum and that's why I have all of these." She said sweeping her
arm out to encompass her bulging shelves.  "If you want to be THAT good, my
Mum will have to show you." She giggled.  Donna put her head around the
door to take a quick look at Amanda who was sat on the.  She had the most
beautiful dark brown hair tied into a pigtail which wound all the way down
to the small of her back.  Her heart missed a beat when she noticed two
puzzled looking eye's staring out from the fringe on her forehead.  She was
slightly smaller than Brittany at just under five foot, with the most
scrumptious body.  Her sleek legs were clad in wonderful tight fitting
Velcro pants; she was one of the prettiest girls Donna had seen.  "What do
you have to do?" Amanda asked imploringly.  To be honest she'd have done
anything to have her own Super Carla and was beginning to get very curious
about Brittany's secret formula of success for pleasing her Mother.  Donna
held her breath as she listened to her daughter's answer.  "Tidy my room
and stuff, don't answer back and be good.  You know...  all that stuff."
'Phew' breathed Donna.  'Clever girl, at least you're discreet.' Theirs was
a large secret, and one they'd been keeping ever since they became lovers a
couple of months ago.  Donna had lectured her thirteen year old daughter
about the need for absolute discretion, telling her how important it was
that no one else should find out about their special relationship, one in
which they both adored and carried out to the full.  "Lets go and see
Sharon and Julie," said Brittany as she put aside the game.  Amanda quickly
picked it up and inserted it into the disk drive.  "Ooh.  I want to play
with Carla." Complained Amanda, who, it had to be said, possessed what's
sometimes called a 'wilful streak' in her make up.  She could be quite
determined, and if her mind happened to be made up about something it could
be difficult to persuade her to change it.  "Well I want to play with
them." Said Brittany who could also be determined.  "Staying here!"
squealed Amanda defiantly.  "NO YOU'RE NOT!" This time with a scream.  "YES
I AM!" Even louder.  "SHUT UP YOU TWO!" The loudest.  Both girls stopped
shouting and stared at Brittany's vexed looking Mother.  "I can hear you
two from downstairs." Lied Donna.  "And I daresay the whole neighbourhood
can too.  If Amanda wants to play with the game she can do.  If you want to
amuse yourself with your friends you can.  My goodness," she sighed in an
exasperatedly tone, "you aren't both joined at the hip are you. 
Brittany... Go across the road to Sharon's house and ask her Mum if you can
play with them, I'm sure she'll be more than happy for you to...  Amanda."
"Yes Mrs Hartley." She said jumping to attention with a smile for Donna who
she thought was the prettiest Mum any one could be lucky enough to have. 
"You can stay right here and play with Super Carla.  I'll look after you
dear." Brittany jumped up off the floor and swept past her Mother with a
reproachful look, so much so that Donna caught her arm before she could get
past and gathered her up in a warm hug.  "Darling you know I love you.  I
don't want my little girl to be upset, there's nothing wrong with Amanda
wanting to play with Carla, you know how much you wanted to when you first
got her." The woman's eyes welled up with love as she looked into her
beautiful daughters face.  Amanda's chagrin vanished, burnt away by the
look of unconditional love, and she hugged her Mother back affectionately.
"Sorry for being silly Mom.  I know you love me very much.  I'll go over to
Sharon's and come back for supper time." Donna bent down to give her a peck
on the cheek, then straightened back up and patted her on the bum.  "Ok
love.  Off with you now and have a good time with your friends." With the
thumping on the stairs receding into the distance Donna turned around to
face Amanda who was still kneeling on the bedroom carpet.  They were by
themselves, a fact appreciated by Donna who went and sat next to the young
girl on the carpeted floor.  "I'm glad you and Brittany are friends.  You
need to have friends at your age...it's so important to have a special
friend who's always there for you no matter what." Amanda nodded at these
words, a sage expression crossing her serious features.  "Yes, I know. 
We're the best of friends." "Good, I'm pleased you are." Smiled Donna
reaching out to stroke Amanda's cheek.  "I couldn't help overhearing you
say how you would liked Brittany's things, and I'd like you to know that
you can come over here to play with them any time you like, even when
Brittany isn't here.  I don't mind you coming over, in fact I'd be very
pleased to see you." "Do you really mean that Mrs Hartley?" She asked.  "Oh
thank you I will." A wistful expression crossed her face as her gaze swept
over Amanda's toys and games.  "Brittany's very lucky, I wish my Mum would
buy me things.  Do you give them to her when she's good?" Donna's hand
hadn't stopped caressing Amanda's face, she moved up to sweep a lock of the
little girl's hair away from her eye's and then lazily strocked her face
again.  "Uh huh.  That's part of it.  And also because we love each other,
and want to make each other happy." Amanda's body tingled from the slow
caress of the older woman's hand, she almost purred with pleasure at the
warm feelings it stirred within her.  At the same time she was a bold young
girl and wanted to get to the bottom of this being good idea.  This new
concept of getting presents and toys in exchange for pleasing your Mum was
a nut she thought worth cracking, so with that in mind she continued
probing.  Her mouth opened then closed just as quickly as she sought to put
her curiosity into words.  "How does...How does" she stammered briefly. 
"When Brittany's nice to you?  What I mean is, how is she nice to you? 
What does she do?" "She makes me happy sweetheart.  She does things to
please me." Her words dropped from her lips like silk as her hand continued
its gentle roaming.  Her mind had been reeling these last few minutes as
she tried to control her feelings.  Her eyes took in every detail of the
cute young thing kneeling beside her.  She was small compared to Donna, so
much so that when they stood up side by side, the top of Amanda's head
barely reached her breasts.  For some reason this aroused her even more. 
She moved closer to Amanda, shivering with pleasure from her touch as she
remembered the conversation she'd had with Brittany during their first
night together.  She said Amanda liked her a lot.  Donna pondered the
implications from this interesting 'nugget' of information.  She'd been
thinking of it ever since, and wondered if now was the right time to
explore it's possibilities.  She realised it was a risk, and she wasn't
sure if she should reign in her feelings and walk away from the situation,
but as she gazed into the lively twinkling eyes of the beautiful young
creature sitting next to her, she knew it was impossible.  In a low voice
she continued.  "She makes me happy by doing things for me Amanda.  Lots
and lots of things...  all in the privacy of our home.  You know dear,
there's no reason why I shouldn't buy you some of the nice things I buy for
Brittany.  I could teach you how to make me happy, you could do nice things
for me, and then in return I'll give you anything you want.  Would you like
that Amanda dear"?  The girl eyes fluttered with pleasure from the woman's
persistent caresses, she could smell her heady perfume, and feel her steady
gaze as she felt the web closing round her.  The weather was warm and Donna
was dressed to stay cool with a flimsy low cut top, just showing her
turquoise bra and enough of her breasts to draw Amanda's eyes to them.  She
smiled as she followed the girl's gaze; her eye's becoming mischievous as
she ran a hand through her long dark hair.  The awe struck toddler tried a
nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, which ended up as a nervous twitch, so
she nodded her head instead.  "If you like." Donna moved closer, bringing
her warm face within inches of the flustered girl.  "You know Amanda,
you're very pretty.  You have such a darling little mouth." Her tongue
crept out of her lips and flickered against the girls before roaming around
them.  "Just made to give kisses." She leaned forward, closing the distance
between them as she brought her lips to cover Amanda's.  The girl's small
gasp was stifled as Donna captured her tongue and took it into her mouth to
suck.  Then she released it and returned the favour by giving Amanda's
smaller mouth her tongue and was rewarded by the girl emulating her
actions. After Amanda overcame the shock of the sudden kiss she began
enjoying the new sensations racing through her body.  Her senses were full
of the woman; she was seduced by her beautiful fragrance, her warm lips and
seeking tongue.  The striking adult oozed eroticism and even though she was
too young to understand, she could still feel it.  The woman opened her
mouth wider as their lips writhed together in a slow moist dance.  Donna's
head twisting this way and that as she crushed her mouth against Amanda's,
breathing loudly through her nose and with the occasional quiet moan
sounding in her throat.  She couldn't believe she was falling in love all
over again, was it love or was it lust?  Her predilection for young girls
had intensified dramatically over the last year, until now she found
herself looking at youngsters not only with the normal affection an adult
has for one, but with the eye of a seductress.  Children were so malleable
at that age, so eager to please, thoughts of the things you could get one
to do for you raced through her mind.  She let out a loud moan of lust at
the thought, startling Amanda who pulled away with a wet smack.  "Mmph". 
Exclaimed Donna, as their lips broke apart.  "You okay honey?" She sounded
concerned; frightened that she'd scared her by getting carried away.  Her
voice sounded ragged to her ears, she was panting heavily after breaking
off the kiss, and couldn't hide her excitement.  "Yes I...  think..." Her
voice trailed off and she looked down at the carpet as her face flooded
red. "That was a lovely kiss Amanda.  You kissed me so wonderfully.  Did
you like it too?" Amanda's mind was in turmoil; she'd never done anything
as exiting as this.  She adored this sensuous woman who happened to be
Brittany's Mum and wanted more of the same treatment, much more.  She
looked up in awe and tossed her head back sending her long pigtail flying
over her shoulders "Oh yes Mrs Hartley.  I loved it!  I just jumped a bit
when you made that funny noise, but can we do it again pleassseee...."
Donna was elated with the youngster's positive response, and she saw no
reason why she shouldn't take things further.  "Yes I'd like that too
Amanda.  Seeing as you enjoy kissing me so much, how about me showing you
how to give me more kisses, all kinds of different kisses?" "Now?  Oh yes
please.  I want to kiss and kiss and kiss." She cried, getting into the
spirit of this new adventure.  Donna got to her feet, pulling the excited
girl up off the floor.  "In my bedroom honey." Then all of a sudden
disaster struck as the sound of the front door being flung open made them
both jump.  "Mum!  I'm back...  they both had to go out with their Mum and
Dad." The sound of the TV coming to life in the living room swept up the
stairs.  Donna could have wept with frustration, when she looked down to
commiserate Amanda; the poor girl was on the verge of tears.  She knelt
down and gave her a consolation kiss, then whispered in her ear.  "Listen
sweetie.  We both enjoyed what we just did and want to do other nice things
don't we?" Amanda nodded sadly.  "Well then we will.  Just leave it all to
me.  In the meantime say nothing to anyone, it's our special secret."
Amanda left with a quiet goodbye to Brittany who was sitting in front of
the TV watching cartoons.  Donna took a seat on Brittany's old bed and
began to think.  She and Amanda had come so close to making love and
although they'd only kissed, it had been especially erotic for both of
them, and what's more the child seemed willing to have gone much further if
the situation had allowed.  There were two obstacles to overcome if she
were to have any chance of success.  The first was Amanda's Parents.  They
had to allow her daughter to stay overnight.  She thought she might have
the answer to that if she was patient.  When Jean, Amanda's Mother had
looked after Brittany for a week, Donna had offered to do the same for
Amanda.  She would renew the offer as she knew Jean and her husband had
been talking about going to London for a weekend to see the sights and
maybe watch a show.  She felt sure they'd still welcome the chance to do
that.  Maybe she could make an effort to befriend them.  They knew each
other through their children, but if she were to get to know them more,
perhaps they would be willing to trust her with Amanda in all kinds of
situations.  She decided to invite them both round for a drink as soon as
possible and start from there.  One problem potentially solved, now for the
next.  Brittany.  How would she take to sharing her Mother's love with her
best friend?  What a question!  Maybe if Brittany could be tempted by
something else, something she'd regard as compensation.  No, that wouldn't
do, it wasn't compensation she'd need it was replacement, and not with
something but rather with someone.  SUSAN.  The name popped into her head
with a fanfare of trumpets.  Yes Brittany and Susan together...  what a
wonderful idea.  When Amanda comes to stay, Brittany can go over to Susan's
place.  She'd certainly have a weekend of it.  Susan had liked young girls
well before Donna, but as yet it was a fantasy unrealised.  They still met
for their weekly trysts, and amusingly ever since Donna had told her about
Brittany and shown Susan some photos of her, she couldn't stop asking.  She
knew Susan was dying to meet Brittany, but as yet she hadn't got lucky.  If
she were offered the opportunity of having Brittany to herself she'd
probably wet herself with excitement.  Donna smiled at the thought of pee
dribbling down her friend's legs; maybe she'd get Brittany to lick it off.
'Well, well...  things to be arranged, I've work to do' she thought.  She
just hoped Brittany would be willing to take on a new challenge.  In the
meantime she still felt frustrated from her aborted seduction of Amanda,
and although she was feeling apprehensive about her forthcoming
conversation with Brittany, this afternoons turn of events had left her
feeling very randy.  Immediate relief was called for; she got up from the
bed and went in search of her sexy young daughter.  As it was she needn't
have worried about Brittany's reaction to her proposition.  She enjoyed the
erotic arts nearly as much as her Mother even though she was only thirteen.
Her confidence was increasing each time they made love, she thrilled at the
power she had when her older lover cried out her name and tossed and turned
across the large double bed to the tune of her clever tongue.  If there
could be such a term as a natural submissive then it had to apply to her.
Brittany needed to be needed, even to the point of it becoming a fetish. 
The very act of giving pleasure, especially if she was made to do it was
the thing that rocked Brittany's world more than anything else.  Even
though her Mother more than filled her needs in that direction - there were
often occasions when she nearly fell asleep at school - she was starting to
look at other grown women with the eye's of a hopeful submissive.  She'd
pass an attractive woman in the street that could be any age up to her late
fifties, and immediately be overcome by reverie, imagining being made to
satisfy and serve her in the filthiest of ways.  Her gaze was turning to
other women; if Donna had had any inkling of the way her daughter's mind
was running she'd have been greatly relieved.  She found Amanda drinking
lemonade from the kitchen fridge, the glass tipped back in the air as she
glugged down the fizzy liquid.  She finished drinking and noticed her
Mother standing by the kitchen door with an expression on her face that
she'd come to recognise.  It was one of the demanding Mistress, a game her
Mother particularly enjoyed and Brittany adored.  By now she was used to
impromptu sex, they didn't confine they're lovemaking to just the bedroom
or just at night.  It could happen at anytime or anyplace within the
privacy of their home, her Mother was insatiable at times, but to Amanda
that was part of the fun.  She knew what was expected of her but went along
with the game of pretended innocence just for the amusement of the
situation.  "Hello Mum, its hot today isn't it?  I was just drinking my
lemonade; it's nice and cold.  Umm, Yummy ...  Did you come to get some
too?" "No." "Oh" She exclaimed in pretended surprise.  "Then what did you
come for"?  "You!  Kneel down in front of me and suck my cunt!" "Oh Mum. 
Oh!..." "Be quick!  Get your head under my skirt and pull down my
knickers!" Amanda moved to obey and dropped to her knees before the
smouldering woman.  Lifting up her skirt she gazed at the sight of the lacy
blue knickers.  She reached to the top of her Mother's slim, toned legs and
slowly pulled them down...  the sheer material making a slow swish as it
travelled downwards to the floor.  The girl looked up to see Donna reach
behind her back to undo her bra, then watched as the creamy pears burst
free and swung above her head.  Looking past, she studied her Mother's
face; it reminded her of a Queen sitting astride her throne and looking
down at the bowed heads of her court, one of triumphant dominance, she
completed the picture by cupping and squeezing her proud breasts and
hefting them up high.  "Make me cum in your mouth." Brittany moved forward,
pressing her face into the dewy curls above the pinky grey labia.  The
potent smell of arousal assailed her nostrils as she extended her tongue to
touch the crinkled lips.  Once at school, she'd seen a photo of an African
woman wearing a pair of long heavy earrings.  When she'd asked about it,
the teacher explained it was customary for the women to have them pinned
through like that to stretch the ear lobes making them long and dangly. 
She found the similarity amusing as she swept her tongue up and down,
tasting the tangy flesh before slipping in-between and giving a wiggle to
say 'hello'.  Donna crouched lower, flexing her knees to make her self more
accessible, she let out a quiet "Yes" as she felt the girls mouth go where
she wanted.  Peeling the lips aside she licked inside the wet pussy,
sucking noisily at the dripping hole as she scooped up the strong juices.
Brittany felt as though she were inside an oven as she knelt between her
Mothers legs; her thighs felt hot as they caressed her cheeks.  She licked,
sucked and slurped at her sex, listening to her moans and groans for
another ten minutes before she felt her hands on the back of her head as
she guided her face up and down her cunt.  "Suck my clit.  That's it, keep
going!  Keep going!  Yes, yes don't stop!  Suck my clit like a lolly.  Yes
suck it like a lollypop; you're driving Mum wild with your mouth.  Oh God I
could marry that mouth...don't stop!  Oh God don't fucking stop!" She
wailed at the top of her voice.  "Oh yes!  I'm cumming!  I'm going to cream
your pretty mouth"!  Suddenly she felt her Mother's fingers twisting and
tugging her ears as she jammed her cunt into her face.  "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh Oh
God I'm coming, I'm coming, Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes Yes!  Ohh drink it! 
Swallow it down...  drink me...  drink me up!" She cried as her dam burst
and she flooded her young girl's mouth.  Brittany glugged and swallowed as
best she could.  "Uggh Nuggh Glug...Glug...Glug" The noise of her busy
gulping filled the kitchen as she ate her Mum's cum, kneeling down on the
hard floor and hanging on to her thrusting buttocks with her hands.  She
rode out the crisis as she had done so many times before, keeping her face
in place until she heard the older woman sigh, then felt her legs loosen
around her head.  "Oh darling.  Oh my darling you were marvellous." Crooned
her Mother as she knelt down and kissed her wetly on the lips.

   Early Evening A hidden observer...say it's you, would see a slim woman
in her late thirties.  She has a long intelligent face, she looks assertive
yet beautiful.  Her hair a tawny red hangs down and rests on her shoulders.
You see her reading a magazine, her brow knitted in concentration,
occasionally she reaches for a notepad to make notes.  She is bare below
the waist, the dim glow of the wall lights are enough to show you the
glimmer of her naked skin in the soft light.  Her top half is covered by a
black tea-shirt with a red logo spread across the front.  To say she is
sitting on the floor wouldn't be entirely accurate.  Her buttocks have a
cushion, the upturned face of a young girl.  Her face is impossible to see,
hidden as it is between the two spread cheeks of the lady's buttocks.  The
minutes go by, broken by the occasional turning of the page from the
reading woman until you begin to wander at the purpose of the peculiar
site. The thought hasn't been in your head for more than a few moments
before you see her stop reading the magazine and put it aside.  She lifts
her buttocks up for a moment and looks down at the girl.  She says
something you can't catch; the girl's head nods briefly before being
covered once more by the pale domes.  The woman picks up the magazine and
resumes her reading.  Then you hear something...  a moist crackling sound
that you can't place, a sound of something on the move.  You notice the
youngster's cheeks are bulging as though they are full and you wander what
with.  "MPHH!!!" The noise of balking, then the girl's stomach jerks. 
Everything stops; the woman's gaze remains frozen on the page, while
beneath her the child lays perfectly still except for her twitching
stomach. Then suddenly, her chin begins moving, slowly at first, very
slowly, then a little quicker until it's munching away beneath the
buttocks. The woman's sense of relief is tangible and before long her eyes
are moving across the page as she resumes her reading.  Even though you
aren't close, you can see the girl's throat bobbing and hear the
unmistakable sound of swallowing.  Then it stops.  The woman is still
reading...  seemingly engrossed in the magazine...  then you hear the
earlier wet crackling sound.  The youngsters cheeks swell up, but this time
she doesn't balk, but begins chewing and swallowing until eventually, bit
by bit they begin to empty.  So it goes on, the only visible signs of what
is really happening are two runny chocolate like rivulets seeping from the
corners of her mouth ...  It happens three more times, until the woman's
lips part with a sigh of satisfaction, a signal that her ablutions are
over.

   Late Evening

   They had a cosy supper in bed...  well Donna did.  Scrambled eggs and
mushrooms on toast.  Wearing a short nightie, she brought the food on a
silver tray with a two mugs of hot chocolate.  The springs creaked as she
got into bed next to her naked daughter, and began chatting in between
mouthfuls of egg and mushrooms.  She ate until her plate were empty, then
put the tray on the side and smoothed down the cool sheets.  "Pity you're
full already." She giggled mischievously.  Brittany groaned and rubbed her
bulging stomach.  "Darling, I'd like to us to talk." She said changing the
tone suddenly.  "Alright Mum." She said sitting up on the thick pillow. 
Donna bit her lip, uncertain of how to put into words the proposition she'd
been thinking about.  "I love you more than anyone else in the whole of the
world and I always shall." Brittany leant over and kissed her bare
shoulder. "I love you too Mum." "When we make love it's very special. 
Nothing can change that, even when me and Susan do its good, but it isn't
the same, it never will be with anyone else." She paused.  Brittany nodded
on cue.  "I'd like you to consider going to bed with her.  I know she wants
to with you." Amanda felt a thrill of excitement.  She'd seen Susan on the
telly and thought she was sooo cool, the sexy blonde lady who read the
news. Wow!  "In return I'd also like to add someone else to the people I'd
like to do it with.  Amanda." The last word was said slowly, she held her
breath." "Amanda!!!" Brittany could hardly believe her ears.  "Amanda."
Donna repeated.  "We've kissed and she wants to go further.  I'd like that
to happen Brittany." Brittany was silent for a while as she thought over
what she'd just heard.  She sat for a long time in silence while Donna
waited patiently for her to respond.  "Yes." She said finally.  "Alright.
When can I see Susan?" Donna was surprised.  "Are you sure?  I
mean...fantastic...great...I'm just..." "Mum it's ok I like Susan and I
don't mind you and Amanda.  It's alright cos she's my best friend and I
want her to know how brilliant you are." She took Brittany in her arms and
hugged her.  "Thank you my darling.  Thank you, I love you so very much. 
I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter." Brittany reached over and
pulled her nightie aside to look at her breasts, then bent down to plant a
wet kiss on each one.  The nipples rose in anticipation and Donna never one
to miss a cue, stripped her self naked "Oh Mum I'm tired." She complained.
"It's okay darling.  Just a quickie, I promise.  Really." "Ok." She sighed
climbing wearily down the bed and not noticing her Mother's crossed
fingers.

   =====

   The party was thrown to celebrate Donna's new contract with Channel 15
and was held in the garden of her home with a few friends.  Some were
colleagues from the television station, while the rest consisted of friends
and neighbours such as the Stone's.  The last rays of sunlight from a warm
August afternoon filtered through the beeches spreading shadows over the
terraces and the long sweeping lawns.  Caterers had been hired, and they
mingled discreetly with the guests offering trays of carefully prepared
food, while others topped up champagne glasses.  The new contract offered
Donna another three years with Channel 15; and meant an increase in income
of twenty five percent, enough to make her a wealthy lady.  She was in
animated conversation with the Stones, Amanda's Parents, who now counted
themselves as friends when she heard a particularly loud burst of laughter
coming from the poolside.  She looked over and saw her friend Susan
surrounded by a group of appreciative men and their watchful wives holding
forth on the lighter moments of broadcasting.  The blonde woman looked
stunning; her lightly tanned skin complimented a black low cut top, while a
slim split skirt of the same colour, with the hem ending just above her
knees completed the amazing effect.  Everything was going well thought
Donna, the conversation was flowing like the drinks, as laughter,
punctuated by the clinking of glass, drifted up into the sultry evening
air. Tonight was important; it was much more than a few friends celebrating
in the garden.  It was a beginning, the culmination of weeks of planning,
and of a carefully built friendship with the Stone family.  They responded
with warmth to her overtures and had been genuinely flattered to count such
a well-known personality as their friend.

   It was an important night for other reasons too.  Susan and Brittany
were to meet each other for the first time, if they liked each other; Donna
had for them to slip away and spend the evening in Brittany's bedroom.  Why
arrange it to happen during the middle of a party?  Why not invite Susan
over to the house, and then go out and leave them together?  At the core of
the matter was Susan's anxiety that Brittany might not like her; she felt
it would have been awful if Brittany were left in the house alone with her,
feeling she had to go along with her wishes when she really didn't want to.
This way she could back out by giving her Mother a discreet whisper of 'no
thank you' and Donna could have led her away.  Naturally it would be
disappointing for Susan, but for her, it was far better than the
alternative.

   "Why didn't you bring Amanda, Jean?" asked Donna turning back to the
Stones.

   "Well to tell you the truth Donna we thought it was a little late for
her.  Sally Ellison, the girl from next door offered to baby-sit, so she's
looking after her for the evening."

   She nodded at the respectfully dressed woman's words while secretly
wishing it were she who was looking after young Amanda.

   "Just a little past her bed time." intoned David Stone solicitously as
he looked up at the tall woman.  The smartly dressed, somewhat small man
regarded her with a peculiar wistfulness that one sometimes has for things
that can't be obtained.  Donna didn't like him but forced herself to smile
back sweetly.

   "Umm...shame though.  We're having fireworks later...  Oh well, never
mind." "Mum."

   Donna felt a tug on her skirt and looked round to see her daughter
Brittany smiling nervously at her.  She was wearing a small turquoise
halter-top and a pair of clingy black jeans that fitted tightly over her
curvy buttocks.  Her face was breathtakingly beautiful with long golden
hair framing her pretty oval face, bright blue eyes and round rosy cheeks.
She was so proud of her lovely daughter, the prettiest creature in the
world for Donna and the light of her eyes.  Once again she mentally pinched
herself when she thought of just how lucky she REALLY was.

   "I see you're wearing your favourite top for me, you know how cute I
think you look in it.  You look fabulous darling" she smiled down at her.
Brittany's eyes darted pleadingly towards the ring of people by the pool,
or to be precise the person in the centre of the ring.  Susan.  "Or maybe
not for me?" she smiled wryly.  "Okay, okay...I'll introduce you to her. 
Come on saucer eyes."

   She took hold of her daughter's hand while smiling back at the Stone's.
"Sorry, will you excuse us.  Brittany's been itching to meet our famous
newsgirl over there." She nodded in her direction.

   "Oh, of course.  My, my you look a picture Brittany," gushed Jean. 
"You're so lucky to have such a gorgeous daughter Donna."

   She squeezed Brittany's hand and sang over her shoulders.  "I know Jean,
I know, but you're lucky too", very lucky, she thought to herself as her
mind raced back to the passionate kiss her and the young teen had shared.
With and effort she switched her mind back to the present and led her
daughter to the swimming pool.

   "Oooh there she is." exclaimed Brittany as her excitement grew.  "She
looks far prettier than on the telly."

   Donna chuckled quietly as she saw Susan look up from her circle of
admirers and spy Brittany for the first time.  The rest of the group were
looking up at the blonde with a look of expectation as they waited for her
to finish her sentence, but she stopped talking when she glimpsed the
approaching figures.  Her eyes widened for a moment then her heart began
beating faster as she focused on the approaching girl; her and Brittany
shared the same sentiments when it came to fresh young beauties.  Susan was
struck by how delicate she looked compared to the photo.  She looked so
young; far too young to be getting up to the kind of things her and her
Mother were doing.  With a start she realized her mouth was wide open, but
luckily the rest of the group hadn't noticed, they were also watching the
approaching couple.

   "Hi Donna.  My what a lovely girl you have." One dark haired woman
called out.  There was a murmur of agreement and Donna smiled at their
adoration, especially from the women, as snatches of: "Oh isn't she
gorgeous." "Isn't she lucky." And "Oh my, what an angel" came drifting over
to her.

   'Yes isn't she.' Susan added under her breath.  'Please let her want
me'. Luckily the feeling was mutual.  Nobody else existed for Brittany
except the elegant blonde lady, who, thought Brittany, had to be the most
stunning woman she'd ever seen.  Even more so than her Mother, she thought
looking up guiltily.  It seemed that Donna might have been reading her mind
as she whispered into her ear.

   "Yes she is lovely isn't she?"

   Embarrassed at her Mother's powers of intuition she could only blush
furiously and nod.  "I take it the answer is yes then, you want to go with
her?"

   "Yes Mum.  I want to." She said quietly.

   Donna murmured a quick "Very well" before standing up straight again and
walking the last few steps to the poolside.

   "Hi everyone.  Hope you're enjoying the party.  Are the drinks coming
round enough?" She turned round and snapped her fingers at one of the
waitresses.  "Hey Miss, this Ladies glass is empty.  Are you trying to kill
my guests with thirst?"

   The flustered girl hurried over, she must have been about eighteen.  The
apology written across her pretty face made Donna regret her brusqueness
towards her.  "Sorry honey, it's not your fault." She said gently "When you
go back, can you tell the supervisor to see me please, I'd like a word with
her."

   "Yes Maam." She replied before going over to the fill the ladies empty
glass.

   "Sorry about that." She sighed.  Then changing the tone she turned to a
tall man with a cigar in his mouth.  "Lenny dear, how's that new project of
yours coming along?" "Oh well, strange you should ask that Donna, I was
just...."

   The conversation quickly resumed and soon the night was full of the
sound of laughter and conversation.  They were especially appreciative when
Donna praised her daughter's prowess at school; Brittany even managed a
smile, which brought even more wistful smiles and sighs from some of the
party.  Soon the tall man asked Donna a question about some celebrity or
other and the attention switched away from Brittany who quickly turned away
to search for Susan.  She didn't have far to look; the woman's eyes were
looking straight into hers.

   "Hello Brittany."

   "Oh hi." She jumped.

   "The others aren't taking any notice of us now.  Let slip away and have
a little talk, I'm sure we won't be missed."

   In fact she was right, Donna had skilfully steered the conversation onto
further interesting topics, giving her friend and her daughter the
opportunity they were waiting for.

   "Lets try the gazebo, that should be quiet." Susan said quietly.

   The gazebo was an old building set aside from the main part of the
garden, and was almost hidden in the dark shadows that spread out from the
ancient oak tree.  They went in and sat down on a comfortably padded sofa
with a view across the rest of the lawns, it reminded Susan of an old
English novel.

   "Here we are, nice and private Brittany.  Your Mum told me about this
place."

   "Yes, no one knows it's here." She grinned back.

   They both beamed at each other, their smiles lighting each other's faces
in the evening light.  They were silent for a moment, the sounds from the
pool drifting towards them as they listened to the other guests having a
good time.

   "They're still enjoying themselves." Susan said tilting her head in
their direction.

   "Umm...its nicer here." Replied Brittany wistfully.

   "Yes it is." Answered the woman.

   "It is with you." Brittany added coyly.

   "Thank you.  I think the same about you...You're very pretty Brittany. I
thought you were when you're Mother showed me your photo, but now that I
see you in the flesh I think you're the most exquisite creature that I've
ever seen."

   Brittany didn't know how to answer that; she was lost for words in the
presence of the glamorous woman and could only look up at her with
something approaching awe.  Susan was pleased at the effect she was having,
she'd been worried she might not like her, but looking into her sweet
bashful eyes she knew she needn't have worried.  Her confidence growing by
the second she pressed forward her advantage.

   "You know why your Mum arranged this don't you Brittany?"

   "Mmm."

   "She wanted us to see if we liked each other."

   Brittany nodded.  "Yes I know."

   "Do you like me?"

   "Yes." She replied meeting the woman's glinting eyes.  Susan tossed her
head back causing a shock of blonde hair to splash across her bare
shoulders.  Most men would have given their hind teeth to have been in the
same position, with arguably the most glamorous women on television, they
wouldn't have believed she was using her charms to impress an adolescent
girl.

   "Do you think I'm pretty?" She pressed further.

   "Ohh yes, yes, very, very pretty." She gushed suddenly as her feelings
flooded into the open.  "Mum said that we...  that we might be girlfriends
and...and...  that we..." He voice trailed off not knowing how to continue.
Susan felt a shiver of pure lust sweep through every pore of her body as
she realized her hopes were going to come true.  She'd been attracted to
girls ever since she could remember; it was something only her best friend
Donna knew about.  Now to be on the threshold of fulfilling a lifetime's
fantasy with such a beautiful young creature was almost too good to be
true.

   "I'd like us to be girlfriends too Brittany.  If you think I'm pretty,
perhaps you'd like to please me the way only a very special girlfriend
can?" She whispered seductively.

   Brittany nodded shyly and answered in a hushed voice.

   "Yes I want to."

   Susan reached out and gently traced her finger over her lips, feeling
their warmth as she traced their gentle contours.  She suddenly lifted the
girl's chin up with her hand so she could stare into her eyes.  "You have a
lovely mouth Brittany.  So beautiful...so tempting...so delicious." She
whispered slowly.  "Can I have it?  Can I claim it for tonight my darling,
will you use it to make me happy?"

   Brittany gave a small nod as tears ran down her cheeks.  Her emotions
were in turmoil, right now she'd have done anything for the seductive
woman, and she wanted this as much as she did.  Such a beautiful lady,
so...so...oh just everything, she wanted to please her forever and ever.

   "Yes you can Susan, as much as you want." She gushed.

   "Thank you darling, come here and kiss me, it's a long walk to the house
I may need this to keep me going." She winked.

   It wasn't really, but Susan fancied a bit of smoochy 'snogging' with the
girl it felt romantic in the secluded summerhouse and besides it would give
her an appetite, not that she really needed it, for the rest of the
evening's exploits.  Just the slightest of shuffles to bring them closer,
knee-to-knee, a bit more rearranging to bring their faces together, then
she was finally in her arms sharing a passionate open mouthed kiss.  Susan
sighed as she reamed the girl's mouth; she tasted of soft peaches, of sweet
summer fruit, of strawberries and cream of...of...  Oh god, just a sweet
sexy girl.  Lips melted into one to the accompaniment of soft sighs, their
faces turned this way and that as though seeking purchase upon the other.
They shared a sensual French kiss that lasted until both ran out of breath
and had to come up for air.  Susan had never felt as alive as she did then,
the night was beautiful, the wine felt good and the kid was perfect.

   "Shall we go darling?  I want this more than you'll ever know."

   Brittany nodded.  "Yes come with me.  Is my bedroom alright?"

   "Marvellous." She cooed.  "Anywhere as long as it's private."

   Walking quietly from the gazebo, and glancing round for any signs of
unwanted company, they kept to the shadowy parts of the garden until they
finally reached the house.  Susan bit her lip with annoyance as she
realized there were already people within, but felt reasurred when Brittany
led her to a back door that went in through the kitchen.  It allowed them
to slip in unnoticed, bypassing the hallway and led them up a flight of
stairs formerly used by live-in servants during the earlier half of the
last century.  The steps were wooden and creaked as they made their way up,
but luckily nobody noticed now that the music was playing.  Brittany led
the way across the landing, past her Mothers bedroom and into hers, finally
closing the door tightly behind them, they were alone at last.

   "Have you a lock?" asked Susan as she ran her hands up the inside of the
door, searching for a way to ensure they wouldn't be disturbed.

   "A key!" exclaimed Brittany triumphantly as she produced one from the
bedside draw.

   "Clever girl."

   She laughed as Brittany slipped it into the lock and gave it a turn. 
"Lets sit down!"

   They both took a seat on the small single bed then she clasped the
girl's hand and slid it over her stockings where she slowly uncrossed her
legs.  She hesitated for a moment searching the girl's eyes, and was
pleased when she saw her own eagerness mirrored there.  With measured
deliberation, she guided her hand between her legs to begin a slow and
sensual caress, running the palm up and down the panty covered groove and
not loosing eye contact for a moment.

   "Do you like that?"

   Her voice sounded deep in the small room.  Brittany nodded, feeling
entrapped by the woman's unwavering gaze.  Suddenly her lips fastened onto
hers in a fiery open-mouthed kiss, the larger mouth swallowing her own,
devouring and consuming her as though nothing else mattered except this. 
It ended just as quickly, as Susan pulled away, their lips parting in a
loud plop.

   "Did you like that too?" She breathed.

   "Mmm...yes!"

   Susan frowned as a thought occurred to her.  "Brittany, I think it might
be an idea to put some music on.  If things start taking off in here we
don't want anyone getting nosey."

   Brittany slid off the bed and picked up a CD which said 'Sounds of The
Eighties" and put it into the player.  As she turned the woman stripped off
her top, pulling it over her head in one deft movement and leaving only a
skimpy black bra to cover her firm breasts.  Brittany turned round and
walked into her outstretched arms as she gathered her to her.  Gradually
running her hands over the girl's bare legs, the woman stroked and caressed
the smooth flesh, her fingers travelling upwards to her inner thighs and
small pink knickers.  Then her hand dipped inside the material and traced
the outline of the girl's puffy lips before dipping inside.  Brittany
churned her hips as she felt the woman's experienced ministrations; she
luxuriated in the gentle caress, feeling her body begin to respond as she
moaned into her mouth.  She cried out again but the sound was stifled as
the woman caught her tongue and sucked it inside, moaning steadily as her
own excitement increased.  Brittany's thrusts were faster now as she raced
towards an orgasm which was strong enough to send wonderful thrills of
pleasure running through her body.  Her body shook as she jerked repeatedly
and then went limp as she collapsed and lay there content while warm
ripples of pleasure spread through her body like a stone falling into a
pool.  She felt as though she'd passed out briefly, for when she came to
her cheeks were wet with tears and instead of sitting on the bed she found
herself on her back with Susan laying on top of her.  The kiss hadn't
stopped for a second as Susan gently pushed the teen onto her back and then
climbed over her.  She brought her hands up and cupped them on either side
of her wet cheeks and held her still as she fed on her mouth.  Brittany
reached up to clasp Susan's bare back, and felt the twisting flesh of the
older woman beneath her palms.  Their tongues flickered against each
other's briefly before Susan captured Brittany's once more and took it in
her mouth to suck on.  She felt the woman's hands leave her face and she
became aware of her wriggling her lower body.  Her hips lifted from the bed
as she fumbled beneath her skirt and pulled.  There was a flurry of
activity and a swishing of nylons as Susan's panties travelled down her
legs and hit the bedroom floor in a black lacy heap.  Breaking the kiss and
lifting up her skirt, she walked on her knees up Brittany's body until she
was crouching over her face.  With a slow wicked smile she reached down and
pulled her labia wide apart opening her pink gash to her.  Brittany gazed
up at the lewd site, taking in the woman's glistening flesh, her eyes
widening with surprise as the woman stroked her clitoris, running her
finger down it's shaft after pulling back it's hood.  It was larger than
her mother's and looked like an engorged finger, and she could see it
pulsing as blood swelled its size even more.  Susan shifted forward further
so her view was confined to her perineum and the puckered opening of her
anus.  She reached behind and pulled the tight orifice apart, and just as
she'd done with her vagina, she let the kid see everything she had in store
for her.  Then she shifted back again.  Brittany looked up through the
thatch of pubic hair and saw the woman staring down at her with narrow eyed
lust.  She descended onto Brittany's still open mouth with a muffled "Mpph"
and began rocking.  A moment later her head was lifted off the pillow by
the woman's cradling hands as she drew her face hard against her cunt.  The
bedroom shook with a loud bang as a firework exploded, it drowned out the
pale glow from the bedside light to illuminate the sight of a woman bucking
and straining over a girls mouth as the CD played on.

   "Accra Accra dabbra, I'm gonna reach out and grab ya."

   Meanwhile Donna was enjoying the party.  Although she felt slightly
jealous at the site of Brittany and Susan slipping away together, she soon
overcame that after a few more drinks and when the firework display started
she joined in with the rest of the guests cry's of delight.  It was easy to
explain Susan's absence from the party, she told them she'd had a phone
call from her husband, a family emergency or something, and she'd had to
leave at once.  The other revellers were in no mood to query it as the
drinks came round again.  As for Brittany, well it was getting late so
she'd had to go back to the house, in fact as she explained to her friends,
she was in bed right now.  She wasn't lying of course, although she didn't
add the whole truth about what she was doing in bed and with whom.  The
thought made her bite her lip as a surge of jealousy reasserted itself.  A
one point during the party she slipped away from her guests and crept to
the other end of the garden where she had a view of Brittany's bedroom
window.  She could see a dim glow coming from within, and knew it came from
her bedside light.  Her imagination took over as she pictured the things
her and Susan would be getting up to.  She knew however, that they wouldn't
be doing the one thing she enjoyed the most, that would wait for when she
got back, they'd arranged for Donna to join in with them after the party
was over, that was if everything had gone well with Susan and Brittany,
which it had.  Consequently, at the same time as enjoying herself with her
friends, she was secretly wishing the party would end.  She returned to the
sight of nearly all of her colleagues from channel 15 jumping into the pool
with their clothes on and laughed as much as the others but when she was
asked to jump in with them herself she declined.  At last it came to an end
as the chauffeurs arrived to take them home, with some very drunk people
collapsing onto their backseats and calling out it was the best party
they'd ever been to.  She waved her goodbyes to the last of the stragglers
and then made her way to the house.  As she climbed the stairs, she hoped
the two lovers hadn't become too wrapped up with themselves; after all she
didn't want to feel as though she was unwelcome.  She reached the landing
and stopped, suddenly feeling nervous and unsure and not knowing what to do
next even though she knew she was been foolish.

   In the meantime Susan had been leaning over Brittany and breathily
telling her of the things she'd like to do later while dangling her breasts
against her face so she could suck on them.  She'd had two shattering
orgasms while sitting over her face but that had only served to increase
her appetite for more

   "You're good very with your tongue aren't you Brittany?" She breathed
huskily.

   "Mmm." Came the reply as she chewed on a mouthful of breast.

   "You have such a clever mouth to make me cum like that.  Oh
darling...nothing in the whole world has turned me on as much as seeing and
hearing you drink me down as I came in that pretty little mouth of yours.
You're such a clever, clever girl to make me spill so much of my hot juice
down your throat.  I hope you have plenty of room for more; your Mum and me
are going to give you lots and lots to drink.  I hope you're going to be
nice and thirsty for us, hungry too, I'm saving it all up for you Brittany
darling, I'm going to give you such a big dinner to eat...  your Mum is
too."

   Susan's words formed a picture for Brittany, an image of what to expect
when they went to her Mum's bedroom and was the cause for her forced
abstention from dinner earlier that evening.  The knowledge excited her,
but was also daunting.  She was a natural submissive and adored the role
allotted to her in her relationship with her Mother, that of a lover who's
sole purpose in the bedroom was to serve an older woman's whims and needs,
and as dark as those were she loved them, she was her Mothers slave in
every respect.  Just then she heard footsteps on the stairs.

   "Mum, is that you!"

   Donna realised she'd been holding her breath and let it out suddenly
before shouting back.  "Yes honey it is.  Everyone's gone home."

   "She's been asking when you were going to come for the last hour."
Shouted Susan.  "Oh has she." Donna laughed feeling much better.  "Well I'm
here now honey, just give me a minute and then you can join me in the
bedroom, I'll knock on your door when I'm ready for you both, then we're
really going to have some fun!"

   She headed for the bedroom with a flush warming her face aided in part
by the drinks from the party.  She felt randier than ever now her doubts
had been dispersed and she peeled away her clothes in record time.  She
nearly tripped as she swept her knickers down her legs and tried to kick
them off.  They became snagged on her foot and she giggled and hopped
around the room, her breasts bouncing and smacking into each other until
she managed to get the panties free.

   "What's going on?" Shouted Susan.

   "I'm inventing a new dance." Called Donna.  "Uh?!!"

   "Yes, I'm ready." She laughed as she trod naked across the landing
carpet and knocked on Brittany's door.  A couple of moments later the key
turned in the lock and a grinning Susan and Brittany stepped out to meet
her, all three of them naked on the landing.

   "Enjoyed your drinks?"

   "Uh huh.  Enjoyed my daughter?" Countered Donna with a twinkle.  "Oh
yes."

   "I see...  How have you been sweetie?" She asked looked down at
Brittany.

   "Oooh lovely." Cooed the girl, wrapping her arms around Susan's waist
and pressing her cheeks against her breasts.

   "Sue's cool."

   "Umm I see Madam, you sound like the cat that's had the cream."

   "She has" winked Susan suggestively "Lots."

   Donna raised an eyebrow at that and held out her hand for Brittany who
took it.  Not to be outdone Susan did the same, then hand in hand the trio
walked through into Donna's bedroom with Brittany in the middle.  The room
was dominated by a large double bed with crisp white sheets folded back in
seductive invitation.  A soft glow lit the tasteful décor and wall lights
shed a mellow light over the plush furnishings and thick sweeping drapes.
The two women seated themselves on the edge of the mattress with the girl
sitting between them.  "So you had a good time did you Brittany?" asked
Donna airily, running her hands over the girl's breasts and pinching her
nipples.  "Well...I think it's time for you to show me how much you still
love me, after all Susan is very beautiful, and I don't suppose I'd blame
you for wanting her more than me, after all..."

   "Oh Mum" burst Brittany, "you know I love you more than anyone in the
whole world.  I love you, I love you." She cried.

   "Prove it then ...I'm feeling seriously deprived tonight and I need
reassuring, I need a good servicing dear and I'd like you to get on your
knees and provide it."

   Susan couldn't help smiling to herself as she watched the by-play
between mother and daughter, she thought Donna aught to get an oscar for
playing the part of the unloved Mother so well.  She caught Donna's eye as
Brittany crawled onto her knees, to which she smiled back knowingly and
stuck her tongue out as she read her thoughts.  Susan pulled a face back in
return and whispered, "ham", which Donna ignored and continued.

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" she sniffed petulantly "I mean I
wouldn't want you to think I was forcing you or anything"

   Her actions gave the lie to her words as she opened her legs wide and
hauled the girl's face in-between.  Brittany licked between them, sending
her tongue along the pink groove with her Mothers curly hairs tickling her
chin.  She felt a pressure on the back of her head and in response to the
unspoken demand stiffened her tongue and pressed deeper into the soaking
cunt.  She was fast becoming an expert, and had been well schooled in the
arts of oral sex.  Pulling back the hood that guarded the clitoris she
skilfully flicked and teased it with the tip of her tongue, then over the
next few minutes flicked at it from side to side and from top to bottom as
the sounds of laboured breathing changed to frenzied gasps from the woman
above her.

   Susan lay back and rested on her elbows as she watched and listened to
the sounds of lovemaking.  Over the next half hour she saw Brittany bring
her mother to orgasm twice, her heart racing as Donna rode out waves of
surging ecstasy like a surfer riding the tips.  Finally she lay back spent
for the time being as Susan took her place to have Brittany eat her out
too. This time it was hard work, her tongue and jaw ached from the constant
licking she'd been giving most of the evening.  Unfortunately she had no
choice but to carry on working as there was no sign of the horny woman
releasing her grip.  Her thighs gripped the side of her face as she
squeezed them shut and thrust her pelvis of the bed while her cries became
even more desperate as she groaned sobbed and whimpered her way towards an
orgasm.

   "Yes!  Keep at it!  Oh god...Nggh...  Oh Ohhh!  Suck me Brittany!  Come
on!  Come on!" She demanded.

   She looked down at the vision of the teen; she was such a bonny little
thing and still wearing a pair of pink panties with her long golden hair
falling over her shoulders.  The top of her constantly bobbing head was the
only part of her visible from where a forest of curling pubic hair hid her
face.  She used her lips like a vice to hold the large clitoris still, and
then she alternatively sucked and flicked it with the pointed tip of her
tongue.  The effect of the sudden change of tactics was devastating; Susan
went crazy; she screamed and crossed her legs over the girls back, while
her hands nearly pulled out her hair.  Spurt after spurt of hot cum juice
suddenly shot out of her vagina in spasms, filling her mouth to the brim as
the climax exploded within her.

   "Ohhh!  Ohhh!  Brittany!  Brittany!  Brittany!  How do yooo...Fuck
yesss!!!  Drink me!  I'm creaming your mouth.  Drink everything...now! 
Now! Drink my cum!  Ohhh..."

   She thrashed and wriggled like a stranded eel as she slammed her hips
back and forth, spewing out her orgasm into Brittany's gulping throat. 
After what seemed an eternity to the girl she let out a loud sigh as the
spasms calmed down, and then sank back onto the mattress drained and
replete soon to be joined by Brittany who fell back gasping for breath
after her exertions between her thighs.  A sheen of perspiration covered
the newsreaders elegant body, her shiny blonde hair lay damp across her
shoulders as her breasts rose and fell in time to her laboured breathing.

   "Wow!" That was the best.  "Phew!" she gasped blowing a gust of air from
between her lips and sending her fringe blowing in the wind.

   Donna felt sudden warmth towards her friend.  All the years she'd known
Susan she'd harboured secret desires for young children, she felt so happy
that she'd been able to make her dreams come true, and felt nothing but
affection for her, maybe even love, it just felt so right to be sharing
this with her.  She reached over, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as she
smiled into her eyes to have it returned with a look of sheer bliss. 
Brittany read the tenderness in their faces and felt contented as she lay
between them and turned and kissed one of her pale pear shaped breasts.

   "I've wanted this for as long a I can care to remember." She sighed,
guiding Brittany's mouth to her nipple.  "It's difficult enough keeping me
and your Mother's wonderful games a secret, but if anyone got to find out
about all of this..." She gestured to the two of them.  "It's okay they
won't" Donna reassured her.  "We're all very careful aren't we Brittany? 
It's okay don't pull your head back to answer me, just keep sucking on
Susan.  Yes like that..." Mouthfuls of soft pliant flesh filled her mouth
as she went from one breast to another, and one woman to another, sucking
and munching on the sloping curves and hard pink nipples as they spoke of
their feelings for each other and for her.  Then they were silent for a
while and the only sound in the room was the sound of Brittany's gentle
suckling.

   "It's time to be wicked." Said Donna suddenly.  "It's time for Mum to be
Miss Bossy Boots."

   Brittany continued lapping at her mother's flesh.

   "But you like that...don't you?"

   Still Brittany didn't answer.

   "DON'T YOU?" She insisted pulling Brittany's mouth from her glistening
mammary with a plop.

   "Mmm."

   "What do you say to me getting nasty and dirty with you?"

   Brittany considered the question for a moment.

   "I think you should give me more pocket money."

   Donna's face froze for a moment, totally taken by surprise by the girl's
canny answer and then she burst out laughing with Susan joining in.  For a
while both women were helpless with laughter as Brittany looked from one to
another of them, secretly pleased that she'd been able to say something so
funny.

   "She's inherited her mother's business acumen." Laughed Susan.  "Maybe
she has a case, even though it might seem like cupboard love."

   "Hmm," mused Donna "Well it it's cupboard love then...here Brittany."

   Donna lay back on the bed and brought her knees back over her shoulder
to have her rounded arse pointing up at the ceiling.

   "You can put your mouth over this cupboard and see what comes out!" It
was obvious to Susan that this wasn't the first time mother and daughter
had performed this particular manoeuvre as Brittany moved over to kneel
before her and press her lips against her wrinkled rosebud to form a tight
seal.

   Phhttttt!!!

   "Yeah take it lover," sighed Donna as she let loose a loud fart that
blew her cheeks out.

   Phhhtttttt!!!  "Swallow it"

   Phhhtttttttttttt "Drink my farts you little slut!"

   Phhhhhhhhhtttttttt "And again, take it down, you're gonna get the real
thing soon.  You're gonna eat our shit till it comes out of your ears"

   Brittany moaned between her mother's cheeks as another blast, this one
loose and smelly splattered down her throat.  Susan stood up from the bed
with her hand plunging between her thighs as though a surge of electric had
just hit her.

   "Brittany lay on the floor.  I'm going to piss in your mouth!!!" Her
voice was shaking as she spoke, betraying her excitement.

   "Oh yes Susan" moaned Donna.  "Make her drink everything!"

   Brittany jumped to obey, quickly getting into position and laying on the
floor face up.  The moaning woman squatted above her face then lowered her
blonde quim to within a few inches of her open mouth.

   "Ohhhh!"

   A hot yellow stream began cascading from her fluttering lips and
splashing against the roof of Brittany's mouth.  It was a hot night,
everyone in the room felt the night's heat as their body temperatures rose,
and Susan's piss was more than the usual 'tepid' she was used to drinking,
it nearly scalded her mouth as she gulped it down!  It tasted saline and
bitter as though she'd been storing it up for sometime and it made Brittany
pull a face as she drank.  On and on it spurted, never faltering as it
gushed a steady torrent into her mouth.

   "Oh yes darling...drink me, I've been waiting so long to do this to
you."

   Donna eyes flashed with lust as she sat and watched her pretty daughter
drinking Susan's piss.  Brittany drank her piss every day, but this was the
first time she'd seen it from the point of view of a bystander.  She found
the site of the stunning blonde crouching over her face and spraying a
torrent of foaming yellow pee into her mouth too erotic for words.  Her
noisy gulping rang around the bedroom as her throat struggled to take it
all down with some of the piss foaming from her mouth as it overwhelmed
her. Gradually the flow died down and then it became a steady trickle. 
Brittany eyes searched Susan's in a silent plea, but she hadn't finished
yet, and as the flow diminished she changed her stance and lowered her cunt
onto the girls mouth making sure she didn't waste anything.

   "Marvellous honey, just keep on drinking it.  I don't want you to spill
a drop, just keep taking it down like a good girl...Yeah" she urged "drink
all of it...Drink my golden nectar!"

   The trickle turned to drops as she shook them from her labia onto her
tongue.

   "Thank you Brittany.  I loved that.  Donna honey...I'm ready to go... 
you know...can I do it now.  Do you mind if I go first?"

   "You're the guest here." Smiled Donna.  "Go ahead." Then she turned to
Brittany.  "Go and bring your ribbons love, let's make you look nice and
pretty for you to say hello to Susan's bottom."

   "What ribbons?" asked Susan raising her eyebrow.

   "You'll see, my daughter's going to look like a wet dream in a second."

   "Here you are Mum." Quipped Brittany, as she handed her mother two shiny
pink ribbons.  "Make me a little girl."

   "That won't be difficult darling with your young looks." She laughed,
tossing her head back so that her long dark hair fell over her shoulders.
"You're going to look stunning darling." "Thank you.  You do love me don't
you?"

   Donna's face showed concern as she answered the girl's question.

   "Why of course dear.  Why do you need to ask?"

   "Well it's just that I'm a bit frightened.  I've never had anyone else
do a poop in my mouth, only you.  And if you both do it to me I don't know
if I'll be able to eat it all."

   Donna knelt down next to her and draped her arms over her slim shoulders
as she kissed her on the lips.

   "Just do your best darling.  It's Susan's first time too, so you're both
bound to be a little nervous with each other.  Just open your mouth and eat
whatever comes out of her bottom.  As for both of us doing it to you...Well
honey, I know it's a lot but I'm sure you'll be okay with it.  Like I say,
just do you're very best and try to eat it all.  Now just hold still a
moment while I tie this...  that's it now the other one...Marvellous!  Show
Susan how pretty you look." Susan whistled at the effect Donna had created;
Brittany's golden hair was tied into two pigtails, each one tied with the
bright pink ribbons to match her pink panties, but more importantly the
effect served to make her look even younger.

   "Oh baby, you're just too much.  My, my what a pretty little girl you
are."

   "Well honey, it's finally going to happen for you." Donna smiled "After
all the years you've fantasised about having a girl as your toilet, you're
about to do it for real, it's quite a moment." "I know darling, thank you."
She gushed.

   Brittany strode to a draw and pulled out a black rubber mat, then laid
it on the floor as she'd done so many times before.

   "Do you want me on my back Susan?" She asked.

   "No angel, just kneel down on it." She answered, her hands stroking her
middle as she felt the need to relieve herself.

   Brittany did as she was told and knelt down on the mat following Susan
with expectant eyes as she walked over and stood with her back to her.  The
woman's pale domes captured her gaze as she bent at the knees adopting a
posture that spoke clearly of her intentions.  She pushed her buttocks to
within an inch of her face and then reached behind to divide the two round
moons.

   "Open your mouth sweetie, I thought this was going to be difficult but
it isn't, it's on the move already.  Put your mouth against my dirty hole
and make a seal so the shit goes straight between your lips."

   Brittany made a noise in her throat which could have been nerves;
despite her attempts to appear normal she was still worried about eating
from someone else.  She sighed as she pressed her face in-between the dark
cleft and covered the brown wrinkled anus with her mouth.  No sooner had
she done so than a loud fart filled her, and a huge sausage of shit slid
passed the pulsing ring and pushed itself between her lips like a flow of
molten lava.  She felt the soft black lump filling her mouth, forcing her
cheeks out until they hurt.  It tasted of what her Mum would call 'nasty
delicious', foul and bitter to the extreme of her senses, that was why it
was so delicious, that and the knowledge of who it was coming from.  To be
used so wantonly by a beautiful woman as she performed the basest act of
nature, listening to her grunting and straining into your mouth, was just
wonderful thought Brittany.  Susan's ring 'bit' the clod off, leaving the
broken end sticking from her greasy lips at a precarious angle.  Her eyes
were wide with wonder as she knelt down with her face on a level with
Brittany's and gripped the end of the brown block.

   "Hold it just there darling.  Let your lips make a soft bed for it to
lie on as you savour its flavour.  Just run your tongue up and down and
taste it.  Now bite a portion off...Yes that's it...  now munch on it and
let it break in your mouth."

   She did as she was told, no easy task when your mouth is full of such a
monster.  The taste exploded like an atom bomb releasing flavours so
nauseating they can only be imagined at as the clods began to break off
into chewable lumps.

   "Oh Brittany, I love to see you eating my shit." She gasped in a
strangled voice.  "How I've wanted to have a girl do this for me...  For so
many years I've dreamt.  That's good...  Ohhh yes, swallow it...  take it
down, take it down darling, right into your belly."

   So she crooned, guiding the end and pushing it between her greasy lips
until it rested on the back of her teeth.  Donna got up from the bed to
stand behind her daughter and push her face onto the turd until it was
gone, eaten by the chomping angel with the pink panties and the cute
springy pigtails.

   "Give her some more Sue love, I know she loves it, she eats mine often
enough, the beautiful little slut girl.  Go on fill her up and don't
fucking stop even if she begs you to!" So she babbled, her vision of
Brittany's mouth being filled with another woman's shit made her voice
almost incoherent with lust as she gabbled out her urgings.  Brittany
looked up with open-mouthed wonder, bewitched once more by the backside
being jostled into her face.  She felt the brown rosebud tremble against
her lips and then part to emit a soft fart that whistled down her throat to
be suddenly followed by a long train of gooey poop.  It stank and it tasted
foul, but by now, Brittany was a shit slave.  Before then she was only her
mother's, but after today any female who cared to claim her mouth could
have it, and as she chewed and swallowed mouthfuls of steaming sausages she
realized she'd found her place in life.  She hummed as she ate, listening
to the sound of Susan's moans of ecstasy and seeing her narrowed eye's
staring back at her as she chewed.

   "Please Susan, give me more to eat...Shit in my mouth again!" She sobbed
after swallowing a mouthful of stinking waste.

   "Oh my darling...  Yes, I have some more...  just watch this, I'm going
to flood you honey.  I'm going to make you choke on it!" she gasped.

   She repeated her earlier stance and cast a glance over her shoulder but
frowned in annoyance when a lock of stray blonde hair fell in front of her
eye.  She swept it aside to clear her view and at the same time thrust a
face full of bare arse flesh against her mouth.  The act seemed lewd and
calculating, especially as she knew the state she was in back there, the
insides of her cheeks were brown and runny with rivulets of poop which
clasped Brittany's cheeks to cake them in a layer of filth.  Two more
stools were expelled form her arse and Brittany's jaws ground themselves
together to break them down, chewing and swallowing, she didn't waste a
bite; she ate the whole lot.  Everything.

   A huge grin split Susan's face as she watched Brittany clean out the
last morsel of shit from her dripping arsehole.

   Wow!  You've emptied me.  I can't believe it darling; you've eaten the
lot.  Wow!" She whooped.

   From behind her Donna smiled and playfully ruffled her daughter's hair
as she stooped down to congratulate her

   "You clever girl!  You never cease to amaze me.  I'm so proud of you
love.  Now lets see how you manage with this..."

   Her voice trailed off and Brittany felt a hand on her shoulders guiding
her down onto the mat.  Her gaze swept upwards along the insides of her
mothers legs, travelling up past her shapely calves and the long stretch up
to her creamy thighs as she reached down and parted her labia so that it
hung free of her pubic hair.  Brittany recovered her composure and parted
her lips in readiness.  It came in a torrent; almost drowning her with its
ferocity.  As hard as she swallowed it spilt from her mouth and ran down
her face and into her hair.  Niagara Falls spilled down from between her
legs, her hot piss chocking her with its force.  She sat up coughing and
gasping while Donna continued to piss on her.  Finally she finished and
stepped aside for a moment to take in the scene of her nearly drowned
lover, but the respite was short as she hunched down and straddled her once
more.

   "Mummies' turn to take a dump in her little girlfriends mouth." She
cooed.  "Be good to me and eat everything up.  At least you can try, I've
rather a lot for you tonight."

   Her buttocks wobbled and shook as a barrage of wet brown debris
splattered the back of her throat.  It piled up before she had time to
start swallowing and began overflowing from the corners of her mouth in
brown streaky rivulets.

   "Phutt!  Phutt!  Phutt!  Phuttt!

   The report sounded around the bedroom and it became obvious that she
stood no chance of coping with the deluge.  The scene resembled a mud fight
when Donna finally turned round and admired her handy work.  It was
everywhere; Brittany's face was literally buried under a mound of effluent,
while her once beautiful hair now resembled an accident with brown cake
icing.  And the smell...

   "Phaww," tittered Susan screwing up her nose.  "You didn't warn us about
that!  It looks like an explosion in a chocolate factory"

   Donna burst out laughing, her breasts shaking as sobs of mirth racked
her body.  "I didn't...  I never realised...that was going....  to
happen....  it must have been something I ate..."

   Even Brittany was trying to laugh somewhere beneath her new home, in
doing so more of the pile found it's way into her mouth where she just
about managed to swallow it before choking.  She struggled up into a
sitting position and between bouts of giggling and eating she managed to
add a few words herself.

   "I warned you about that curry Mum!"

   That made them laugh even more.  They were still tittering when they
made their way to the shower.  Donna smiled lovingly as she held her
daughters hand and joined her in the shower.

   "You get the extra pocket money!"

   =====

   Donna looked down at the sleeping girl beside her in the large
comfortable bed they shared.  Long strands of sweetly scented hair kissed
her cheeks and spread out across the pillow as she enjoyed a happy dream,
the shadow of a smile playing across her lips the only clue.  Her mother
yawned and looked over at the clock.  It read seven thirty of the last
morning they would spend together for six whole weeks.  Donna not only
loved her daughter.  She was in love with her.  A subtle difference in a
sentence, which made a world of difference to the kind of relationship they
had together.  They had been lovers for the last six months, a fact shared
by only one other person, Donnas' best friend Susan.  It was Susan who had
once joined them for a memorable menage-trois, which had lasted throughout
the night.  In five hours she would be here again, but not to stay this
time.  No, she would be taking Brittany away from her.  Six weeks!!!.... 
How on earth could she survive, what an awful prospect to be away from her
darling little girl for so long.  She sighed and stroked the child's ears
with gentle fingers.  It would do no good at all feeling sorry for herself
when the situation was partially her own fault.  It had begun a week ago
when David and Jean (Mr and Mrs Stone) had asked if they could speak to her
on a particular matter that was apparently important to all of them.  David
had welcomed Donna into their home and invited her to take a seat in their
large and comfortable living room before he joined his wife on the sofa
opposite.  She studied them both for a moment.  Jean was a neat almost prim
woman of forty-eight, thinner than her and a head or so smaller.  She had a
pretty face though, Donna thought, permed midnight hair and with such large
pretty eyes fringed with the sexiest long black eyelashes; she wondered if
she had secret depths hidden far away beneath the rather mundane persona
she tended to display.  Her husband David looked like a rather ordinary
person, going to seed somewhat, with thinning hair and a middle-aged
paunch. They weren't really her friends or even her kind of people, she
knew that.  In fact the only reason she tolerated their company was because
of their daughter Amanda.  A picture of her sweet upturned face sprang into
her mind, she was back in her house alone with her, and they were
kissing... Oh bliss!  "We want to talk to you about Amanda." David Stone
said.  Donna jumped out of her romantic reverie with a guilty blush.  Were
her thoughts so transparent?  Was he reading her mind?  "We know you like
her." "Well yeah, she's a nice kid..." began Donna with a slight frown as
the first stirrings of panic (namely the fact that the girl was only eleven
years old) welled up in her throat.  "I mean of course...." "No, I mean you
really like her Donna" David smiled as he put emphasis on the word 'really'
.  We've both noticed the way you look at her and how she blushes whenever
you do.  Don't get frightened...  please, just let me continue.  I know
some of this might seem strange to you.  You're probably afraid that I'm
going to be hostile.  Let me start off by saying that I know what you and
Amanda have been doing, I know how you kissed her and would probably have
gone further if circumstances had allowed you to.  Frankly I don't think
it's any of my business even if you had.  All I can see is the enchantment
and love written all over Amanda's face, and that makes me very happy
indeed."

   "I . . ." "Don't say anything yet.  Just hear me out and I think you'll
understand where I'm coming from.  The real reason I'm so pleased with
Amanda's choice of an adult friend goes way back to my own childhood.  When
I was eight years old I was befriended and taught about love by a
thirty-six year-old woman who happened to be a friend of my Mother.  These
days it would be labelled child abuse, but nothing could have been further
from the truth.  She was kind and considerate, and she genuinely loved me.
And what was more important, she taught me to love and respect other people
and become confident in myself.  She was very tender, and she went very
slowly.  But she taught me about love and how to give it in every way,
shape and form.  I went through my entire childhood spending as much time
with her as I could until I became a man in my own right and started dating
girls my own age.  I will always be very grateful to her, Donna, and I see
nothing wrong in you and Amanda finding the same kind of happiness if
that's what you both want."

   Donna was pensive as she absorbed this latest revelation.  A woman
taking an eight-year-old boy for her lover was no more peculiar than the
idea of her and Amanda or Brittany come to that, it was . . .  "Donna."
Donna swung her head towards Jean as she snapped out of her reverie, dimly
aware her mouth was wide open she closed it and then raised an eyebrow
questioningly deciding to deny everything to the police if that's what all
this was about.  "You haven't a thing on me, I did noth. . . ." "No dear,
don't jump to the wrong conclusions," soothed Jean "just hear us out. 
David isn't mad at you, nor am I dear, we're not the kind of people to
condemn anyone.  You see David had an unusual childhood, one that he told
me of as soon as we fell in love, and it didn't spoil anything.  It's been
the best thing that ever happened to him apart from. . . ." They were in
love, enveloped and embraced by it, an entity in itself that bound them
both together so strongly that for a moment Donna regretted the way she
was, she knew her own personal needs would never allow her to experience
the normal love of a man the way any other women could. . . .  "Apart from
you, my love." David continued as he placed his hand tenderly over his
wife's.  Her face lit up and they shared a warm smile before she resumed.
"We've spoken to Amanda.  She thinks a lot about you Donna, in fact she's
in love with you." Donna blinked stupidly for a moment, expecting the dream
to evaporate any second.  But it didn't, this was real life, it was
actually happening!  Amanda's parents were calmly telling her they knew of
her illegal activities with their eleven-year-old year-old daughter and
they didn't mind.  What's more, from what David was saying, it sounded like
they wouldn't be averse to her having a full physical relationship with
her. Jean's eyes met hers in a level stare and Donna suddenly saw her in a
new light; she had hidden depths within her prim character which had as yet
gone untapped.  "There's one more thing. . . . .  David?" She turned to her
husband with a raised eyebrow.  "Ah. . . .Yes.  The lady in question was a
person of refinement.  For her everything had to be just so, including her
pleasures.  She was quite fastidious in the manner of how I pleased her, it
had to be done correctly or she would be upset -- and I hated that more
than anything since I adored her so much.  In other words Donna, I became
her servant.  I pandered to her every whim and need; my only aim in life
was to provide her with pleasure.  She taught me that the mouth is a tool;
it can do many things such as make wonderful sounds when we sing or use it
to play a musical instrument.  But to do both of these things and many more
it needs to be schooled.  In this respect she was my tutor.  She taught me
how to use my lips and tongue in a myriad of different and exciting ways to
please and thrill her lovely body, and in time my mouth did indeed become a
finely tuned instrument.  Thanks to my lover I learned all the nuances and
skills of oral servitude and it has stood me in good stead for pleasing
other women in adult life." Jean's face broke into a blushing smile as she
and her husband shared another look, this time one of quiet agreement. 
David began to lightly run the small finger of one hand up and down between
each of the fingers on Jean's hand, which now rested, lightly clenched, on
his knee.  His pinkie, as it lingeringly flicked over and back against each
crook where two fingers met, reminded Donna of a tongue tasting the deep,
sweet cracks of a yielding anus.  In turn Donna began looking at the
Stone's in a new light.  They had suddenly become very interesting, and she
felt she would like to know more about them as people in their own right
rather than just using them as a means of getting to Amanda.  "It has done
me no harm." He continued.  "I'm a quiet man and that's my nature, I
usually prefer others to do the talking but I listen to what they say, and
I have learnt a great deal that way.  She taught me to do that when I was
with her.  I listened to every word she said, and then obeyed.  I never
needed to be told twice and that not only stood me in good stead with her,
but it helped me in my professional life when I grew older." Donna
reflected on his success in business, he was the vice president of a large
insurance company and was clearly thriving in his endeavours.

   . ..  . . . . . .  "I'd like Amanda to enjoy the benefits of such a
relationship and what it can bring to her in later life.  We would like you
to be her Mistress, and for her to be your servant.  Do you accept?" Donna
closed her eyes for a moment as her gaze travelled inwards to examine her
soul.  This wasn't just about her pleasure; there was more to their request
than that.  Yes, she would slake her needs with Amanda; she would quench
her thirst with her a thousand times and more.  But it had to be paid for.
Her pleasure came at a price; it would be her responsibility to shape
Amanda's mind and character into that of a successful and attentive young
lady.  It would mean dividing her attentions between Amanda and her own
daughter.  There'd be no strain on her libido, she knew that; her sex drive
had always been abnormally high, she would tire the two girls to exhaustion
and not the other way round.  "Yes I accept!" She said, staring into the
eyes of each one of them.  Relief showed itself on their faces as they saw
the commitment and determination on Donna's face and any tension they had
felt ebbed out of them as they both sank back in their seats satisfied. . .
"With all my heart I accept."

   They broke out the drinks now the weight had been lifted and it was
decided Amanda would stay with Donna over the summer holidays.  It would
mean an intense one-to-one relationship with the young girl, which meant
that Brittany couldn't be in the same house.  She would try and arrange
something with Susan, she was sure something could be worked out.  Or at
least she tried to tell herself it could, such was her eagerness to find a
way to make it all work.  It was also agreed that Amanda should come home
for a weekend halfway through her stay.  After all six weeks was a life
time to a child, and this would at least break up the absence from her
parents somewhat, and then, well, if it all worked out, Amanda could visit
Donna's house three times a week to continue their relationship while
Brittany in turn would spend those particular nights in Amanda's bed at the
Stone's.  Of course Susan would be involved too on any weekend she could
visit them she could join her and Brittany, so all in all it sounded pretty
damn perfect. . . .if everything worked according to plan.



  
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- Donna hadn't looked forward to telling her daughter, but she needn't have
worried in the end, she'd taking the news as though it was the beginning of
a big adventure, and in a way it was. . . .

   "Mom, are you awake?" The first rays of early morning light were
beginning to filter through the blinds casting a sea of faint tiger stripes
over the two lovers.  Donna lay on her side facing her daughter as her
eyelids flickered open and cast a bleary glance over the bedroom.  It
looked so romantic with it's delicate shades of pink, it's pastel walls and
sweeping silk curtains now tied back by Brittany to let in the morning. 
"Mmm...  yes I must have closed my eyes again.  How are you? . .  Did you
sleep well?" "Yes . . .  not bad.  Is it a long way to France?" She
chirped. Donna gave an inward smile.  Brittany was referring to her stay
with the enigmatic Ellen.  Susan would have been delighted to have Brittany
for the rest of the summer holidays, but unfortunately she'd been landed a
special assignment overseas and away from the newsroom.  But all wasn't
lost, as Susan had offered to take Brittany to a friend of hers.  Ellen,
her friend was an English woman, she was a painter who'd been living in the
South of France for the last three years since the divorce of her husband,
and Susan thought she and Brittany might become friends.  Donna bent down
to give her little lover a chaste kiss on the cheek before she answered her
question.

   "Not that far love." "Will we be going in Susan's car?" "Yes dear. 
Susan's taking you there." "If she drives very fast will we get there even
quicker." "I hope she doesn't drive fast darling, and I'm sure she won't. I
want you to get there safely and in one piece rather than go to quickly and
have a crash." "If it isn't very far, why will it take two days?" "Because
you're going to be staying the night in a motel with her.  Isn't that what
you want?  You keep telling me how much you like Susan." "I do like her
Mummy, she's a pretty lady but not as pretty as you." Brittany's hands now
rested on her Mother's breasts while her fingers absent mindedly stroked
the hardening nipples.  Donna sighed luxuriously; aroused at the contact
she flexed like a cat and thrust her breasts upwards for continued
attention before leaning forward and kissing her wetly on the lips "Oh my
darling." "Mum?" "Yes honey." "When we go to France, how will I know what
they're saying if they talk different to me?" "They won't all just speak
French, some of them speak English as well....  and besides Ellen
understands and speaks French, so she can tell you what they're saying."
"Will Ellen like me?" "Ellen will have to like you.  How couldn't she? 
You're the prettiest, most scrumptious little girl in the whole world."

   "Hee...  hee...  hee...  Oh is that true...  am I really?" "Of course
it's true.  If Mummy says it's true it has to be, you're absolutely
delicious, and that's official!" . . . . . . . . . . . .  "Will she be my
friend like Susan is?" "Hmm...  you mean just like Susan is?  I don't know
Brittany, I really don't.  Ellen is Susan's friend, but even Susan doesn't
know her that well.  She's a very mysterious lady our Ellen, so who knows?
She once had a younger girlfriend for a while, but she wasn't as young as
you, that was over two years ago, just after her husband left." "How old
was her girlfriend?" "Eighteen." "And how old is Ellen?" "Ellen is
forty-six love.  She was forty-three then." "Heee...  heee....  heee."
"Oh...  what's tickled you giggle can" "Is Ellen sexy?" "Oh I see... 
thinking of her already are you....  and before you're even out of our
bed...  Well yes, little Miss cutie pants, she's very sexy so there.... 
However.....  I'm sexier than anyone....  AREN'T I BRITTANY?" Silence:
Brittany's eyes danced with devilment as she fought to keep silent, her
lower lips twitching with the strain as she tremored with mirth under her
Mother's gaze. . . . . .  Oh yes?  So that's it is it?  No answer? . . . 
And never mind giggling like a drain, I'm going to make you realize how
sexy I am.  You'll be worn out by the time you leave here." . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A waft of cool air swept past Brittany's face as the white linen bed sheets
were thrown back and Donna clambered up the bed to swing her knees on
either side of her head.  Brittany let out a quiet sigh as she felt the
soft kiss of her mother's thighs against her cheeks and the downy fuzz of
her pubes nestling against her chin.  "Here, let's do it properly," mumbled
Donna tetchily as she climbed back over the bed.  "We need my pillow for
this, yours doesn't raise your head up enough for me to feel I'm
connecting..." One hand lifted up her head while the other slid the pillow
beneath it to raise her up.  Then the slightest of shuffles and a shifting
of weight was enough to bring her eager vagina within kissing distance of
Amanda's lips, except Amanda didn't - not yet anyway - she preferred to
look instead . . .  to memorise every glistening fold and the way her
mother's fingers pulled back the hood to reveal the hard finger of flesh
which even now stood to attention.  "Darling...." A hint of impatience in
her mother's voice?  "You like looking huh?  Pretty little pussy isn't it?
Yesss . . .  You know it is, don't yoooo.  It's the cutest pussy cunt in
the entire world and it's all for you...  all for you, honey pie.  Don't
you just love it?  You're in love with mummy's pretty puss aren't you?  . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  AREN'T YOU?"
"Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Mummy." "Say you want to suck my cunt.  Tell Mummy
you want to suck her cunt.  Say 'Mummy I want to suck, kiss and make love
to your pussy until it creams in my mouth.' Say that to me Brittany!"
"Mummy...." She whispered.  "Louder darling, louder!" "Mummy I want to kiss
suck and make love to your pussy until it gushes in my mouth and I drink it
all up." "Very good...I'm very glad you want to drink it all up. . . . . .
.

   . . . . . . . . .. . .  cos here tis!" With that she squished herself
down onto Brittany face with a dreamy sigh.  Brittany in a world of cunt
opened her mouth and curved her tongue upwards until it touched and then
stroked the hard nodule of flesh that was fast becoming an old friend.  Her
reward came instantly in the form of a loud moan from up above and . . . .
. . . . . . . .  "DARLING, YES!" There can't have been many young girls
trained to such perfection in oral servitude, but if there were, then
Brittany would have been the best.  She knew it would be the last time for
them before she had to leave for France, and knowing this she gave
everything she had.  Every ounce of effort and every gram of knowledge were
expended into the task of pleasuring the woman above her.  It paid off. 
Donna was on the receiving end of the best servicing she had ever
experienced.  They say nothing lasts forever, but it seemed to for Donna as
she rode out one peak and then began another, crying and screaming and
bouncing against Brittany's mouth and chin.  At one point she began sliding
her sopping cunt up and down the girl's face from chin to forehead,
groaning, churning and smearing until Brittany's skin shone a wet pink and
then back onto her lips for some fast, hard fucking, brimming her with
cream so that it escaped from the corners of her mouth and ran down her
neck in milky rivulets.  It was a wild session that left them both
exhausted, Donna especially.  'Too much pleasure can be harmful to the
health' she thought fleetingly as she snuggled her war torn body against
Brittany, and pulled up the bed sheet to drift back into sleep.  Brittany's
hand stole down between her own legs and began to gently rub her small
clitoris, the warmth of her Mother's sweet scented body and the soft duvet
sending her to a wonderful world of rainbows and ecstasy.

  
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-

   Donna woke some time later to the sound of the toilet lid being clunked
down and the loo flushing.  The very sound brought stirrings within her
bowels and bladder and she grimaced as they gave a familiar churn.  A lazy
kick from her elegant leg sent the covers flying over the side of the bed
as Donna got up to head for the bathroom.  "Hi Mum." "Mmm hi darling", she
sighed dreamily.  "You were wonderful this morning . . .  just out of this
world." "I wanted it to be good for you Mummy," she smiled, blushing all
the way across her lovely face.  "Cos I'm going away and it's the last time
I can make you happy." Love shone from Donna's face as she smiled into
Brittany's eyes.  Mmm . . .  Yes . . .  the last time.  The last time to
make her feel good . . . .  Well she'd done that all right.  Her innards
gave a low growl of protest that even Brittany could hear, and just then
Donna thought of another indulgence, her favourite as it happened.  After
all she reasoned, even though it was only two nights since, it would be
some time before they could do it again.  She bent down and brought her
lips to Brittany's in an open mouthed kiss that lasted long enough for her
nipples to rise up from her breasts.

   "Mmmm . . .  Oh Brittany my dear." She sighed before skipping her lips
across her face from cheek to ear in a smattering of soft wet kisses.  She
nibbled the lobe of an ear for a moment as amidst a fit of quiet giggles
from Brittany, she made a funnel with her hand to whisper in her ear.  "I
need your mouth for a potty!!" Brittany gasped in surprise, momentarily
caught off guard by the obscene demand, and seeing amusement in her
Mother's face, she rallied quickly, trying to gain the upper hand with a
cheeky retort that would go some way to restoring her loss of face.

   "No, not today Mummy, not hungry today thanks." She tittered with
twinkling eyes and a face made for mischief.  Donna stared at her through
narrowed eyes with enough chagrin in her face to make Brittany clasp a hand
over her mouth.  "Oops!" "I'll give you oops young lady." She said,
pretending to be angry, but not fooling Brittany in the slightest.  "Have
you ever heard of force feeding?" And then not waiting for an answer. . . .
"It's what they do to naughty people who won't eat their dinners; they
force em' to eat it through a nasty tube." She stared at her daughter's
cheeky face for a moment and imagined the bizarre scenario, and then burst
out laughing, a moment later Brittany followed suit and fell into Donna's
arms.  "Oh Mummy, you know I will.  I love you!  I know how much you like
to do it with me.  I'll be your toilet anytime you want, I'll always be
your good girl!" "You're gonna come quietly then?" She drawled in a corny
voice from a corner of her mouth.  "Yes Mummy."

   Donna smiled smugly as she took her by the hand and led her into the
bathroom, where she seated the child in the bath and climbed in after her.
She turned to face her, and went into a squat over her head.  She was
angling her self into position when she stopped to notice Brittany looking
up at her with a puzzled expression.  "Mum if you force-fed me, how would
you make me drink?  Would you pee in a bottle and spoon it into my mouth
like you do with the horrible medicine?" Donna had just relaxed her vagina
sending a few stray drops of pee pattering down onto Brittany's face, but
then when she began to speak she gritted her teeth to rein herself back. 
But the effect of her daughter's hilarious question caused her to shake
with laughter sending pee bursting out of her in all directions like a
spinning water canon.  Cursing and laughing she squatted down lower and
managed to control her aim a little, but not the intensity, so that it hit
the back of Brittany's throat as she tried to drink it, and then foamed
back out of her mouth and down her neck.  Donna's breasts fell and bounced
into each other like a pair of tipsy revellers, as overwhelmed by another
spate of giggles began by the spectacle of Brittany's struggles, she lost
all sense of aim, and a cloudburst of golden rain soaked Brittany's hair
and gasping features.  It came to an end when there was nothing left to
give the poor girl Luckily she saw the funny side too and joined her mother
as she broke out into peals of delighted laughter.  Donna by now completely
helpless, scrambled down into the bottom of the bath pulling Brittany with
her in a tangle of arms, legs, breasts and laughing kissing mouths.  In
time the chortles merged into sporadic titters, and eventually died down
until a hush of calm settled over the white tiled room as they lay making
love to each other with just their eyes.  "I'll never be able to get enough
of you," Donna whispered in a voice brimming over with love and emotion,
"not even if I live a thousand life times. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

   . . . . . . . . .You're just perfect."

   Then she sighed and hauled herself up from the bottom of the wet bath
and took a familiar stance as she bent over to rest her hands on her knees
and present Brittany with her waiting buttocks.  Looking down past her
shoulders she gave an almost imperceptible lift of her eyebrows, a silent
question to the seated child who nodded briefly and then slid down behind
her, open mouthed and ready.  "Push your tongue up inside me," she said her
voice rushing out in a hungry gasp.  "I want you to taste it as it slides
into your mouth." Brittany slid her tongue between the chubby cheeks, and
felt the flesh give way to her as she entered the canyon in-between.  As
soon as she felt Brittany's warm face pressing into her crease, Donna
pushed back, wanting to feel her tongue buried inside her ass.  She wasn't
disappointed when she felt it wriggle around inside the dark sensitive
flesh of her anus, knowing she was tasting the tart musky flavour of her
bowel secretions.  Brittany felt the walls of the anus give a pulse as a
waft of gas discharged from within.  She tasted it before it entered her
mouth, its texture a cloying wetness and a taste of things to come.  It
came almost immediately this time.  The anal ring suddenly expanded, and
pushed outwards in the form of a small fleshy cone and from within a soft,
bloated mass emerged that pushed her tongue back into her mouth followed
swiftly by a seven-inch piece of shit.  As always the taste was utterly
horrid, so bitter and foul it defied description.  It exploded its filth,
filling her oral cavity to the brim.  Still it came on, the long fibrous
rope creaking and crackling until it parked itself in her throat, making
her retch and splutter.  As usual Donna shook with excitement with the
knowledge of what she was doing.  The vileness of the act she was
perpetrating on a child barely thirteen - making her eat her shit - made
her reach her hand between her thighs and play with herself unashamedly. 
She listened to the noises below her, the chomping, spluttering and the
unmistakable sound of swallowing, and she knew Brittany had eaten her first
mouthful of her.  There was more to come as she grunted again, and sent the
next item down the production line...  the dirt chute from her bowels.  She
moaned knowing she was raping her child with her shit, stretching the
corners of her lips as she struggled to accommodate its girth.  The flavour
was too robust for her taste buds.  Tears ran down her cheeks as she chewed
and swallowed each clump into her stomach, yet still it kept sliding out of
her Mother's rectum and into her mouth.  With a final 'phut' from the
caked-up rosebud, a fine spray of odure shot out to speckle her lips and
cheeks in a fine brown mist of stinking cack, the final salvo that
signalled an end to the bizarre orgy.  Donna fell back into the bath
masturbating.  Glassy eyed and slack jawed she lay slumped as she stared at
Brittany's shit covered face, each movement of her jaw as she chewed and
swallowed was watched and celebrated with a litany of hungry moans as she
came.  Breakfast had been served.

  
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   Ellen

   Ellen Peters was all of 46, single (now) and bored.  Blessed - some
would have thought - with an idyllic life, she lived in a beautiful villa
on a sunlit Spanish island.  She had ample time on her hand since the
divorce from her husband; the settlement had been more than generous. 
Ellen was a photographer, a professional photographer who now spent much of
her time photographing the beautiful island and selling her work to stock
libraries.  The divorce had been more of a drifting apart than an
acrimonious bust up; they had always had an open marriage, Anthony, her
husband, had his women, while Ellen had hers.  Ellen was bisexual, or at
least used to be, for nowadays her preferences ran solely towards women and
younger ones at that, she had just come out of a discreet affair with
Sadie, a love struck nymphet who was some years her junior.  Ellen had
spent a lot of time photographing people in the public eye when she lived
in the UK, and one of her projects had been Susan.  The attraction was
immediate and they'd adjourned to a hotel room shortly after the shoot to
get further acquainted.  They'd been lovers on and off ever since.  Good
friends too.  There were no secrets between them; all confidences were
shared . . .  including the secret of Brittany.  At first Ellen had been
shocked and didn't want to become involved, let alone hear about it.  But
over the last few months her curiosity had got the better of her to the
point of wanting to know everything about her and all they had done
together.  She found herself thinking of them in each other's arms more and
more, something which gave her a serious itch down below as she pictured
the scene between Brittany, her Mother, and Susan.  So when Susan had
phoned her a week ago and asked if she would not only like to meet
Brittany, but to have her stay with her for most of the summer, Ellen had
just about flipped . . .before saying yes, of course!  Not that she had any
intention of becoming involved herself, that was far too risky.  No, that
had nothing to do with her eagerness.  Her reason was curiosity.  How could
Susan put herself in that position with a mere child?  If she were ever
found out they'd lock her away for sure, and throw away the key.  No, not
for her.  She was far too smart. . .  On the other hand it wouldn't do any
harm to meet the girl, and it would be nice to have her company.  Why, she
could be her young assistant, and accompany her on photography excursions
around the island.  What fun, a little friend all of her own who didn't ask
complicated questions or try to organise her life.  Ellen had always missed
out on not having a daughter.  It would be rather touching to have a young
girl around the place, and there wouldn't be any risk of getting herself
into Susan's situation.  It had only been the bizarre nature of Susan's
circumstances that had given her a buzz, nothing more.  If anything there
was a large dollop of morbid fascination involved, it was difficult to
imagine the kind of girl who'd not only allowed herself to become sexually
involved with an adult, but had actively taken part of her own free will
and by all accounts was still enjoying herself.  Maybe she was slightly
simple in some way, although Susan had insisted she was such a bright
child. It was late afternoon when they arrived.  Ellen heard the car pull
up in the driveway just after five o'clock and stopped working in the light
room to hurry over and let them in.  "Hi you two," she cried, "Come in,
come in!  How was your journey?  You must be tired?" The glamorous blonde
pushed through the doorway with a radiant smile and a wail of glee and then
threw her arms around her friend, embracing her with a fierce hug and a
searing kiss on the lips.  "Oh Ellen!  It's sooo good to see you my love .
. .  Oh thank you thank you," she cooed.  "Come on in Brittany, my angel!"
There was a tentative pause, and then Brittany stepped through the door,
tilted her head up and gave Ellen a shy smile.  Neither of them spoke,
instead they studied each other in silence; two pairs of eyes jumping form
one spot to another as they took in everything before them.  Ellen was a
smart middle-aged woman with a heart-shaped face; tidy sloping nose and
wide generous mouth.  Her hair was blonde, bleached by the sunlight and cut
into a neat bob set off nicely by her rich honeyed tan.  Like most women
who claimed a place in Brittany's life, Ellen, if nothing else looked
intelligent.  Deep hazel eyes sloped lazily across her face and looked
perceptive as they in turn weighed her up.  A series of small faint lines
had spread around her eyes and mouth, giving her a weathered look; Brittany
thought they gave her character instead of making her look old.  Travelling
down she noted Ellen had a curvy, but not an over generous figure.  Nicely
raised breasts, and a pair of long, pointed nipples poking against her
light cotton top looked extremely interesting to Brittany's lesbian
scrutiny.  Trim waisted, she carried no extra weight around her middle
while her legs were long and shapely in a pair of thin purple slacks. 
Brittany approved!  Ellen in turn, found Brittany delightful.  So cute,
with a face like a cherub and ribbons the same colour as her dress.  No
wonder Sue had fallen for her.  Even as she scolded herself for such a
thought, her gaze swept down to take in the girl's sexy figure in her crisp
pink dress complete with white socks and sandals.  Like a princess in a
fairytale?  Why was she dressed like that?  It was almost too obvious... 
as though to tempt her.  But into what?  The answer came immediately with
an image of her and the girl in each other's arms kissing like lovers in
her white-sheeted bed.  But she was ready to resist such a temptation, or
at least she hoped she was!  Ellen gave Susan a hooded look before bending
down on one knee before Brittany.  "Hello Brittany.  It's so nice to see
you!  You're even prettier than I imagined, and what a lovely dress.  Did
your Mum buy it for you to wear on your holiday?" "Yes," she replied
innocently as she held her arms behind her back and rocked up and down on
her heels.  "Susan and Mum thought you would like to see me weari. . ."
"Erm . . ." Susan interjected hurriedly before the little darling went and
spilt the beans completely, although it was probably too late judging by
the narrow look Ellen was giving her.  Of course it had all been her idea,
she just wanted Ellen to find her . . .  well attractive enough to maybe
see a few possibilities with the girl.  She knew it was too obvious now,
the way she and Donna had dressed her up to look like a fairytale, and
hadn't Ellen said she wanted nothing to do with that, there'd be no repeat
of the kind of things she and Donna had been getting up to with her.  It
was so unfair though, Susan thought, as she noted Ellen's reaction; it
would be so good for her.  Brittany was the most delightful bed companion a
woman could wish for, so attentive to one's needs in that respect.  If only
Ellen would only try it once, she'd be sure to swoon with delight when she
experienced that cheeky little tongue of hers and then what a bond there
would be between them for the rest of the weeks they had together.  "We
thought the thin cotton would be about right for the hot weather." She said
lamely.  "Perhaps it is a little Bo Peep though, although she has plenty of
other clothes anyway, a whole suitcase full back in the car . . .  I'll
just go and fetch it." Ellen nodded and gave her a wary smile deciding to
let it go.  The bait hadn't been taken because she wasn't made the same way
as Susan and Donna, she just didn't go for young girls, for goodness sake.
That didn't mean she wasn't going to dote on her though, she looked an
absolute treasure with those big blue eyes and goldilocks hair, yes she
would spoil her and they'd get along just famously, and that was how it
should be; but there'd be no improprieties between them, and that was that
she decided.  After a meal of sole and sardines finished off with a
mouth-watering salad and then ice cream, Ellen showed Brittany to her room
further down the hall.  Like Ellen's it faced out towards the sea with a
beautiful view across the bay.  She settled to play with her colouring
books while Susan and Ellen took to the balcony with a couple of tall
glasses and a bottle of chardonnay.  A light breeze wafted the scent of
pine trees towards them as they sat at the table.  Susan signed as she
tasted the cool wine and then smiled into the evening sunlight as it cast a
warm glow over the waves.  "Brittany's going to love it here." Susan
breathed.  "I hope so Sue." Ellen said, setting down her wine glass with an
appreciative smack of her lips.  "I hope she doesn't get too homesick away
from her Mum.  Their relationship's pretty special isn't it?" A girl's
voice drifted towards them as Brittany sang the words of a popular pop song
while colouring in her cartoons.  "She's a happy child." Replied Susan
gently, sensing her friend's direction.  "I promise you no harm's come to
her, they're both very much a couple, and deeply in love.  She's an
intelligent well-adjusted child, and she's going to grow up into a
formidable lady just like her Mother.  Please don't look at her
disapprovingly for enjoying what she does, who's to say she shouldn't like
what she's doing just because her age doesn't fit in with what our staid
society expects.  As long as she takes pleasures in such loving - unusual
as that loving is - then why condemn it?" Ellen reached over to caress
Susan's shoulder before taking it away and replacing it with her lips and a
gentle kiss.  "I'm sorry if I came over like that darling, I didn't mean
to. I suppose I just find the idea so strange, even though I find the
bizarreness of the whole thing quite stimulating for some reason." She
paused to take a gulp of the cool wine, searching for the right words. 
"Part of me finds it exciting, a turn-on even to think of you having her
like that and then getting her to do all of those things." Susan raised a
silent eyebrow.  "I just don't think it's my thing," she continued.  "Not
that young anyway." "But you do like younger girls." Susan stated.  "Yes I
do . . .  but no younger than eighteen.  You know I like them, they make me
feel so alive!" She sighed wondrously.  "But there is a difference." "Well
at least there's one thing we do have in common." "Oh what's that?" frowned
Ellen.  "We're both advocates of what, for want of a better term, could be
called, the unequal relationship." Her eyes twinkled conspiratorially. 
"You've admitted as much yourself, how you prefer them to give you all the
pleasure; you find the excitement much greater that way, having some young
thing bury her head between your thighs and send you to heaven and back. 
You love it!"

   A giggle erupted from Ellen's lips before she put a hand over them and
cocked her head in the direction of Brittany's room.  A child's voice
glided into the rapidly darkening night as it hummed another tune to the
accompaniment of a pair of scribbling hands.  Satisfied Ellen continued. 
"It's true.  I can be very demanding." "Don't I just know it!" laughed
Susan.  "No not like that," Ellen blushed.  "With you and I it's different
. .  It's equal give and take, and that's beautiful in a different way. 
It's just a bit depraved with a younger girl, you know . . ." She paused
and pulled a face as she searched for the right words. . .  "It gives me a
buzz to demand things, boss them about even . . .  I don't know why, it
just does." Susan cocked an eyebrow at her friend thinking they were more
alike than Ellen would ever admit.  She wondered how long it would be
before she began to think of Brittany as a candidate for that kind of
loving.  Some time later after both women had drank the rest of the bottle
and half of the next, Susan reached over and took her friends hand.  "Just
a sec . . ." . . . . . . . .  "BRITTANY!  . . ." "Yes." Came the sleepy
reply.  "Get into bed now, make sure you've cleaned your teeth first and
I'll be over in five minutes." There was a soft crump as Brittany threw
down her colouring book and headed for the bathroom.  "I'm going to put
Brittany to bed now," she said, looking into Ellen's eyes . . .  " And to
collect my good night kiss."

   Ellen's gaze pierced into Susan's briefly as she sought conformation of
her suspicion of what a 'goodnight kiss' meant.  It came back at once
without so much as the twitch of a muscle.  Ellen was the first to blink.
"I see," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.  "Do you still
want me to come later?" Asked Susan.  Susan had assumed they'd be sharing
the same bed.  They always did, since they were so genuinely fond of each
other, and the pleasure they found in each other's arms was real enough. 
Both women had been looking forward to tonight.  "Of course I do, you silly
fool," tittered Ellen as a myriad of crow's feet spread from her eyes. 
"Only you'll be providing the entertainment for the first part of the
night." Susan laughed with relief as the tension disappeared between them.
"Very well it'll be my pleasure." "No honey," Ellen shook her head. 
"Didn't you hear what I just said . . . . . .  It's going to be my pleasure
. .  mine entirely."

   Susan padded off in the direction of Brittany's bedroom, after Ellen
announced she'd be waiting for her in bed.  Instead Ellen made a silent
detour and followed her friend down the corridor so she could peer through
the doorway when Susan joined Brittany in her bedroom.  Brittany was
already tucked up in bed, wearing her favourite pyjamas, her eyes
fluttering at the edge of sleep with her sparkling blue eyes just visible
beneath the trembling lids.  Susan's breathing deepened as she neared the
bed and gently lifted the tired youngster's head from the pillow.  Then she
leant forward to lift up her own skirt and press the girl's mouth against
her knickers.  Without even the briefest recourse to conscious thought,
Brittany's tongue began to flicker against the thin material, swiping up
and down the contoured groove as she inhaled the seeping aroma.  "Good
girl, good girl" soothed the woman.  "You were so wonderful in the motel
last night darling . .  " And then . . .  "Here . . .  just let me pull
this out of your way so you can get to me properly."

   Susan reached down to pull her panties aside and accommodate the
awakening girl.  Wet opened mouthed kisses followed her probing tongue
after it had wriggled this way and that, stimulating the pink fleshy lips
until they suffused with blood and sprouted open like a blossoming flower.
"Oh God!" whispered Susan as she tousled and tugged at the girl's long
blonde hair.  "Oh yes darling!" Long minutes passed by.  A succession of
fevered sobs sang against the walls of the dimly lit room as Susan held the
girl's head beneath her blue skirt.  All seemed well until a moan of
frustration ceased the steady stream.  "Just a sec honey .  this isn't
going to work out . .  just let me".  .  Susan stepped back for a moment.
From her vantage point in the doorway Ellen heard the sound of silk
swishing down stockinged legs as her panties were slid down and kicked
away. An impatient whimper followed as she shoved her pulsing nether lips
back into Brittany's face, shifting her weight from one foot to another as
she jostled for a firmer purchase against her mouth.  A stifled gasp issued
from the bedroom doorway, enough to alert Susan to another's presence had
she not being carried away with alcohol and lust.  Crying out as though in
pain she lurched into Brittany's mouth, jerking and clutching her sharp
nails into the girl's skull.  Ellen watched Susan's spasming buttocks as
she trembled and shook over Brittany's face.  Her eyes widened; even though
Brittany's efforts to swallow the woman's spending could be heard quite
clearly she noticed a rivulet of milky liquid running down her chin and
then another sprouting from the corner of her mouth.  It was all too much.
She tiptoed to her own bedroom and threw off her clothes as though on fire,
and there, stark naked she waited for Susan to slake her own flames and
then come and put hers out.

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   Jean Stone knocked on the door of Donna Hartley's large secluded house
and gave her daughter a reassuring smile.  Amanda had been a bundle of
nerves all day now she knew what was expected of her, or at least had the
gist of it.  Her Mother had taken her up to her bedroom for a talk.  Her
Dad was there too; she sat between them on the double bed and listened as
they gently explained how things were going to be.  She was to live with
Brittany's mother for the next six weeks.  During that time she was to be a
very good girl, do everything she was told, no matter what that meant, and
try extremely hard to make the special lady happy.  Her parents explained
to her in a quiet matter of fact way that she would be her sex slave, and
that she was to adore her utterly.  When Amanda asked 'what's a sex slave'
she was told she would soon find out because Mrs Hartley would show her. 
Mrs Hartley's would teach her to be her servant, and she would be available
for the older woman's satisfaction as many times and for as long as she
wished.  The initial period of training would be intense, but after that
she would be fully trained and would come back home.  After that she would
return to her 'Mistress's house perhaps two or three nights a week to offer
her services.  The effect of her parent's words left her speechless for a
moment, which was quite something for the usually chatty girl.  She blushed
like the pretty rose she was, and it wasn't until her mother gently took
them away and made her promise to behave exactly as Mrs Hartley saw fit
that she gave bashful smile followed by a quiet promise that she would be a
very good girl...  a very good girl indeed!

   The Stay There was a sound of a key turning in the brass lock and the
clunk of a handle, then the door swung open to reveal the smiling features
of Donna Hartley.  "Hello dears," she beamed, her face alight with pleasure
as she welcomed them both in.  Amanda looked up as the door closed behind
them, her face flitting between bashfulness and captivation, not an unusual
occurrence for her when confronted by the sight of Donna.  The stunning
grown-up was wearing a turquoise halter-top and a pair of tight hipsters of
the same colour.  Jean took in the provocative sight too, and noted with
envy how her sylphlike figure rippled with barely contained energy beneath
her simple clothes.  It made her almost catlike in appearance.  She looked
at her face, an attractively shaped face that was long rather than oval, it
housed a pair of intelligent hazel eyes and features that were clear-cut
and handsome rather than pretty.  There were lines there too, yet they
spoke of an abundance of appetite and sensuality, she looked like a woman
who knew what she wanted and was capable of getting it.  "So nice to see
you both." She breezed "Thank you Mrs.  Hartley." Jean Stone gave an
apologetic smile, one that asked for understanding for using such a formal
address.  It was answered immediately by a sympathetic nod.  Donna
appreciated her sentiments, a wish to display respect rather than
familiarity; it wouldn't do for Amanda to expect instant overfriendliness
with Donna.  If there was to be a fondness between them, it should be
entirely of the older woman's choosing.  Amanda was there to offer her
services, and that in itself could be taken without any form of gratitude
or warmth if her new Mistress so chose, although the opposite was true as
well, the giving and receiving could be born in an atmosphere of warmth and
affection.  The decision was entirely of her whim.  "Brrr...  It's chilly
outside isn't it?" she said, hugging her chest, miming the weather outside
for Amanda's benefit.  "Can I take your coats?  Come in, I have a lovely
warm fire in the living room." "No thank you, I won't be staying," Jean
said, patting her neatly coiffed hair.  "I have to get back pretty
sharpish. I have an appointment at the hairdressers, so I'll just say a
quick thank you for having her and be on my way." "Ok Jean," replied Donna,
bending down to bring her face level with the girl's.  "Don't worry.  It's
my pleasure entirely.  Amanda and I are going to get along famously aren't
we?" Her eyes met Jean's for a moment as a message of understanding passed
between them.  Jean mouthed a silent thank you to Donna, and then she bent
down next to her daughter.  "Remember Amanda," she said, giving her a kiss
on the cheek.  "Do everything Mrs Stone says, OK?" Amanda looked from one
grown up to the other.  Her anxious Mother, the smaller of the two women,
being rather a dainty person and quite pretty really, while the other was
vibrant and beaming.  Yet Amanda sensed eagerness, perhaps even a sense of
anxiety behind the warm smile.  Maybe Donna sensed the girl's thoughts. 
She stopped in the act of running her fingers through the locks of her hair
and gave a moody toss of her head to send her silky mane streaming over her
shoulders.  "I'll go now," said Jean getting up and walking to the door...
"Goodbye Amanda" "Bye Mum!" Amanda said, speaking for the first time. 
"I'll be good."

   "See you Jean.  Don't worry, it'll all be fine," Donna winked as she
stood up and took the girl by the hand.  The door closed, leaving the woman
and the girl alone for the first time since that memorable afternoon when
they shared a forbidden kiss.  "Come into the lounge Amanda, I'd like us to
have a little talk.  Sit right here next to me." She said patting the sofa
cushion.  "I want to have a good look at my Amanda." Amanda flashed a quick
smile and then jumped up onto the thick green cushion and sat looking up at
Donna with a wide grin and a saucy giggle.  Donna rolled back her eyes; she
was obviously over the moon with her new toy.  Her delighted gaze took in a
charming site.  A striking young beauty, she was showing signs that someday
she would be a tall graceful creature.  Clues of her future elegance were
evident in her lengthening limbs and slender waist.  Her face was almost
almond like in shape and looked as though someone had designed it with a
taste for delicate lines.  Her nose, small and upturned, would scrunch up
amusingly when she laughed giving her the appearance of a mischievous elf.
Yet there was another side to all of this, her eyes when not glinting in
delight or hi-jinks could be sad and soulful, large and brown if upset,
they would look at the cause of their hurt in silent disapproval.  It was a
tactic she used when displeased or seeking to get her own way.  Donna
reached over and ran her hands through her hair, lifting it up and letting
it fall through her fingers like silky sand.  She watched with wonder as
the long blonde strands splashed onto her shoulders.  She had imagined she
might be maternal with Amanda, much in the same way as she was with her own
daughter but now she knew that wasn't going to be so.  When Donna examined
her feelings towards Amanda she found them to be purely sexual, she
realized there would never be room for anything else with this beautiful
creature, the feelings of lust she found within herself were far too
powerful, even with her own darling Brittany.  The frustration she'd felt a
few weeks ago when Brittany had come home early and ruined her seduction of
the girl was still painful to her; she'd been so upset she was almost
physically sick.  Everything would be put right though, for Lady Luck had
shone and now it was just the two of them.  "I'll take your bags to your
room shortly and put your clothes away and then we can talk." She said with
a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand.  "Ok?" Amanda nodded
but was still too awestruck in Donna's presence to speak.  "Your Parents
have told you that you're going to be staying here for the next six weeks,
haven't they?" She paused as though eliciting an answer from her knowing
full well that the girl was to dumbstruck to speak.  Donna stared into
Amanda's eyes and nodded her head encouragingly, using her body language as
a spur for the girl to answer her.  It worked, not only did she copy
Donna's nod but she whispered a quiet "Yes." Donna was pleased, her
training had already begun and she gave Amanda a generous smile in return.
"Good.  Now, you are to obey me and do everything I ask of you.  I shall
expect you to be with me in the house all of the time.  You are not to go
out with your friends; the only time you shall leave here is with me.  I am
going to be your teacher for the next six weeks.  You shall be given
lessons in service and obedience, not only for these school holidays but
until your parents and I think you are old enough to have no further need
of them." She smiled to herself as she heard her own Mother's voice.  She'd
been an infant school teacher all her working life and that's the way she
had spoke to her as a child.  Her Father was a lecturer so it was thought
that Donna would follow in the family tradition and go to teacher training
college.  But she had a mind of her own; she wasn't the type of person who
followed others.  Donna had always been and always would be too much of an
individual to do otherwise.  She'd been a tomboy, as a young girl and much
preferred playing with boys rather than girls, and had a hard competitive
edge that made other girls wary of her.  She finished university with a
degree in media studies and took an apprenticeship in a film company, more
of a gofer really, but she learnt the trade quickly and was given the
position of researcher for a talk show host.  There she'd made a name for
herself as efficient and competitive.  Tall for a woman and with striking
looks, she'd caught the attention of one of the senior managers.  He
suggested that she audition for a sports commentator's position which had
suddenly become vacant.  The audition was a success and she'd got the job.
The male viewers liked her; she was the kind of women most men could only
fantasise about.  Her physical appearance was exciting; sensual looks with
an athletic physique mirrored her personality, while her height and no
nonsense persona made some secretly wish to be dominated by her.  In fact a
lot of her fan mail came from men of such nature, especially the submissive
male who yearned to see her standing over him with her high breasts pushing
out against a shiny leather costume.  Sometimes she read the letters,
usually at home during the evening with a bottle of scotch or vodka for
company.  She found them amusing, but could never respect such a man,
although the things they said and the various ways they wanted to be used
by her made her laugh out loud as she sipped her whisky.  They were an
amusing diversion, nothing more.  Donna had always preferred real men who
had something to offer a woman.  When she spied a man she liked she would
initiate the relationship, never masking her needs and never fearing
rejection.  Life was for the taking, no one owed her anything, nor her
them, if she wanted something or someone she was usually successful. 
Sexual boundaries didn't exist she would try anything that caught her
imagination, with tastes that ran to both men and women she could count
both sexes as willing bed partners.  Yet for all that she had the nagging
feeling that something was missing.  Marriage to Françoise had been fun
while it lasted; he was the most exciting man she had ever met.  A super
bike rider who lived life to the full, stunningly handsome with an
intellect far superior to most of his contemporaries, he'd been ideal for
Donna until their passions took them away from each other and on to other
partners.  Then there was Susan, a firm friend with an all-consuming
passion for new sexual experiences and ideas.  She was a volcano in the
bedroom and she managed to match Donna's need for wild abandoned sex.  And
yet . . .

   Donna and Susan had deviant tastes; both women yearned for the bizarre,
a desire to use other women as slaves in both the bedroom and the bathroom.
To some degree both had been successful.  Donna had found a number of
beautiful women who were willing to be used as whores.  She used their
mouths for pleasure in the bedroom and then as toilets later.  Susan had
practically the same amount of experience as Donna having indulged her
penchant for watching other women drink from her.  Disappointingly though,
neither of them had ever been able to move their perversions up that final
notch and entice their partners into 'brown games'.  Then the bomb had
dropped, something cataclysmic in Donna's life.  She discovered that
Brittany her own daughter was stealing her soiled panties and photos of her
wearing a skimpy bikini and taking them to bed with her at night.  The girl
was nursing feelings that were quite contrary to the usual one's a daughter
had for her mother.  For Donna it was the missing ingredient.  Brittany's
yearning for a physical relationship with her Mother was reciprocated.  The
very notion of them as lovers was appalling, not only was the age
difference huge, it would be incest, forbidden lesbian incest.  The thought
struck her like a blinding flash and suddenly everything fell into place.
Her throat felt dry and tight and there was moistness in her groin, it had
been there all the time hidden within her make up, lying there unfulfilled,
and the reason why sex had always fallen short of her expectations.  She
was a girl lover.  Her need for depravity was satisfied with Brittany.  Not
only had they embarked on a sexual relationship together.  Brittany had
acceded to her Mother's ultimate perversion and had become her brown girl.
It had taken all of Donna's wiles and powers of seduction to entice her
young daughter into such a warped activity but it had paid off in the end.
Brittany became her brown girl and a regular diet of her Mother's special
food was very much on the menu.  It hadn't taken long for Susan to become
the third part of the relationship; she was more than eager to join in the
taboo fun with the mother and her daughter.  Ever since then life had been
amazing, her young lover had catered for all of her needs and wants.  Now
there was Amanda.  To Donna she represented the culmination of everything
sexual that life had to offer, it was enough to make a girl go weak at the
knees, even an older one like her.  But of course that wouldn't do, there
had to be no signs of weakness or lack of authority when treating with
Amanda.  She was young and needed to be shown that obedience brought it's
own reward.  This she decided, had to be the first lesson, for it was to be
the keystone of their experience together, without it there could never be
anything between them and the next few weeks would call for her utter and
complete compliance.  All this may have seemed pretty one sided, too strict
even, but it wasn't going to be like that.  A little kindness went a long
way when dealing with such an impressionable creature; Donna would show
Amanda her gentle side too as well as expecting submission.  It would be a
balancing act; she would be firm and kind in equal measures, for Donna knew
she couldn't win her trust if it weren't given freely.  She proceeded to
give Amanda a guided tour of the house.  Of special interest to her was a
playroom stuffed with games and fancy dresses.  Many of them were
Brittany's; the same one's she'd coveted when playing with her, but some of
them were brand new and bought by Donna especially for Amanda.  Her eyes
fastened on all of them with wide-eyed wonder.  Donna smiled at the
expression on her face, she was mentally playing with them already not to
mention tussling with the remote controlled fighting robots and other eye
catching delights.  "This is a room for good girls." Announced Donna with
an emphasis on the word "good".  Amanda remained there staring at the
contents of the room.  For long seconds her mouth gaped open as her eyes
examined each occupant of the bustling shelves until they finally shot
upwards to meet Donna's.  "I'll be very good." She announced determinedly.
"How can I get to play with them?" Donna tried to remain impassive as she
looked into the eyes of the bewitching young creature, but an array of
obscene images began flashing through her mind causing a stray nerve to
twitch in the corner of her mouth acting as a sign post to her fading
composure.  With an effort she swallowed and cleared her throat to stop her
voice sounding too hoarse.

   "I need to teach you how to be a good girl Amanda.  It's quite simple
really; you have to please me.  If I'm pleased with your behaviour then you
can come and play in the toy room." Amanda nodded her head slowly as she
took in the woman's words, she so wanted to be left alone in the room with
all of the wonderful things but daren't say so.  "We'll begin your lessons
after supper.  How would you like that?" She asked with a bright smile. 
"Oh yes D-D...Aunt Donna." She stammered not knowing how to address the
pretty lady.  Donna mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner.
What were the poor kid going to call her?  How could she be expected to
know without being told?  Of course the answer was obvious wasn't it?  What
else could her little slave call her...Mistress?  "Call me Miss from now on
dear." Amanda lips moved slightly and then stilled.  Then she tried again
with large eyes and raised brows.  "Miss." "Good girl." Initiation That
evening Donna went upstairs and changed into a daring black top and a thin
slinky skirt.  Then as usual before sex, she paid extra attention to her
make up.  Long black eye lashes, shiny red lips just meant for kissing, a
little blusher here and there, and she looked almost cruelly beautiful. 
Her eyes stared boldly back at her from the mirror as she ran a brush
through her hair and listened to the cracks of static as it travelled down
the long silky tresses.  More than enough to stun the senses, now to
delight the girl with her scent as she strategically applied a few drops of
her favourite perfume to her body.  Then looking and smelling gorgeous, she
pirouetted before the mirror, running her hands over her hips in a
triumphant caress as she paid homage to her own beauty.  Donna opened the
lounge door and looked at Amanda, earlier she had made her change into a
tight clinging pink top and a daringly short skirt.  Donna smiled to
herself when Amanda turned round and saw her framed in the doorway, and
then she picked up the remote and switched off the TV.  She experienced a
feeling of déjà vu as her mind wound back to the first time she dressed as
a Mistress for Brittany and saw the effect it had on her.  The girl before
her wore the same astonished expression.  "It's time for your lessons to
begin Amanda." She smiled, seating herself next to the little girl on the
sofa.  "Do you like how I look?  Am I pretty?  Do I smell nice?  I've done
it all for you dearest.  I want you to like me, there are so many things I
want us to do together." Amanda managed to find her mouth despite the woman
looking as though she wanted to eat her.  Vorocious, voracious, Amanda
didn't know the meaning of either word but they both applied to the woman
sitting next to her as she took her hand in hers and placed it on her thigh
near the hem of her skirt.  "You look lovely Miss." She said endearingly.
"Better. . .  even . . . .  than . . ." She went on to name her favourite
female pop singer which was indeed a compliment!  "Ohh I'm flattered
Amanda. Thank you." She smiled.  Amanda's eyes were large as they danced
around in her head taking in the sight of the woman her parents had told
her to obey.  She didn't think it would be very hard, she was so amazing,
almost like a beautiful Fairy-God-Mother.  She smelt grown up too, scented
and inviting, it made her want to bury her face in her fragrance and breath
it all in.  "Tonight I'm going to teach you how to kiss like a grown up. 
I've shown you one kind of kiss already.  Do you remember?" How could she
forget that wonderful all to fleeting moment they had spent kissing like
two real lovers only to have it snatched away by the early arrival of
Brittany.  Oh.....  She so wanted to be with this woman, she could hardly
wait for more kisses.  Maybe that's what her parents meant about giving
her. . . .Oh dear!  What was it they had said she had to do?  Yes!  That
was it; she was to give her satisfaction.  Maybe that had something to do
with kissing.  She hoped so!  "Yes Miss.  It was lovely.  Mummy and Daddy
said I have to be your sex slave.  Is that true?" Donna's eyes widened,
surprised at how much she knew already, it was clear Jean and David had
briefed her.  She wondered how well.  "And what did they tell you a sex
slave should do?" She said deciding to answer the child's question with one
of her own.  Bamboozled for a moment, Amanda's eyes looked up questioningly
while her front teeth clamped down over her bottom lip making her look like
a puzzled squirrel.  "Ummm" "Don't you know Amanda?" She said in the kind
of voice a patient teacher might use to a baffled pupil.  "No Miss.  Sorry
my Mum and Dad never told me any more." She said a little sadly.  Donna
sighed with relief, she was glad they hadn't tried to elaborate any further
it would have spoilt things to some extent because she wanted Amanda to be
truly pure.  For Donna there could never be anything to surpass the
innocence of a child who was willing to trust.  She bent towards the girl,
cupping her face with her hands like a priest about to murmur a benediction
and then with the softest of sighs she placed her lips to hers.  Gently she
prized them open and inserted her tongue into the small mouth as she sent
it to explore the sweet cavity within.  Amanda closed her eyes and hummed
with delight into the woman's warm seeking mouth, feeling and tasting the
warm soft flesh with her tongue as Donna opened her mouth wider to eat her
face.  It was like a dream, a dream full of Donna, she felt her self
melding into her, tasting her essence and feeling her soft flesh beneath
her hand as it was guided over her thighs.  In turn She felt Donna's hands
running over her chest, as the kiss became more passionate.  Time slowed to
a trickle, she heard the slow ticking of Donna's mantle clock from it's
home above the glowing log fire, while above that she heard the woman's
laboured breathing.  Until . . . . .  "Did you like that darling?" She
opened her eyes with a start as she heard the breathy hiss of Donna's
voice. She realized the kiss had ended and felt dreamy in its afterglow
"Umm" she nodded with hooded eyes, yes she had loved it.  Donna removed her
top to reveal her partially exposed breasts, and then she took Amanda's
hand and placed it on the spot where they begin to swell.  "Feel the
beginning of my breasts," She instructed.  "Start here at the top and then
run your hands down to the top of my brassiere." Amanda blushed a little
but did as she was told.  Tentatively reaching forward she ran both her
hands over them, feeling the soft bulges of flesh as they rose up towards
her bra.  The sight and the feel bewitched her as she felt the gentle swell
leading down to the tops of her nipples.  As she stroked up and down with
her hands, she noticed small goose pimples rising up out of the skin and a
slow stirring beneath the material of her cups as the nipples began to
respond.  "That's nice Amanda, that's nice.  Now I want you to take your
hands away and replace them with your lips.  Give me lots of small kisses
where your hands have been." Amanda was eager to please and lost no time at
all in bestowing a flurry of tiny kisses over the scented flesh.  Her lips
brushed against her breasts as they travelled upwards towards their
summits. Her brows knotted when her bra blocked her progress, Donna noticed
her disappointment and was pleased with her eagerness.  She placed her
hands on Amanda's cheeks and with a gentle push guided her lips into the
valley between.  Then ever so slowly she began to rub Amanda's face up and
down the divide while guiding her head and murmuring encouragement.  "Good
girl, good girl, that's it, just like that.  Just like you're doing.  Stick
out your tongue and lick...Umm yes like that darling, just like that." She
removed her hands from the girl's face as Amanda's movements became more
certain and she ceased to need guidance.  Talking and encouraging all the
time she reached behind her back and undid the catch of her bra and then
cast it aside.  Amanda pulled back and let out a startled gasp as the twin
orbs were bared to her face.  Donna smiled and her chin jutted out with
pride as she lifted them up to her gaze.  "Do you like them Amanda
darling?" Her voice cut through the air like static in the still room as
she took the girl's hand and placed it on one.  "See how it feels in your
hand.  Go on . . .  give it a good feel; don't be afraid to give it a
squeeze dear.  Hmm yes that's it, now your other hand.  Yes like that . . .
and a squeeze Ohhhh Amanda I'm going to make you kiss it next.  You're
going to put it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop.  Such a pretty
little mouth you have Amanda. . . .  Oh the fun I'm going to have with that
pretty little mouth of yours." Donna was getting far too excited, her own
words were turning her on, acting as a catalyst for her actions as she
reached out and guided the girls face to her breasts.  "Open your mouth and
take in the nipple.  Fill your mouth with me.  Oh yes suck on it.  Nurse on
me like a baby girl.  Suck my nipple.  Feel how big it's getting.  Nice and
big and it's all yours, all for you, you beautiful little thing." Amanda
had no choice but to obey, she didn't have time to think as she opened her
mouth, found it filled with a breast and then did what came naturally.  She
sucked on the nipple and felt it move beneath her tongue as the aureole
grew in size and the hard spike thrust upwards to graze the roof of her
mouth.  Her Head bobbed up and down and her cheeks were bloated with
Donna's flesh as she nursed.  Donna tossed her head back to send her hair
flying back in waves before tumbling back down onto her shoulders.  Her
whole body shivered deliciously as she thrust her bosoms into the girl's
face, first one and then the other found it's way between her small lips,
cupped by her hand and guided into her gasping mouth.  "Oh honey!" Donna
let out a loud groan as her hand began messing it's way through Amanda's
hair, pulling and clutching in near desperation.  She pulled her breast out
of Amanda's mouth and sighed deeply as she let out her breath.  She looked
down at her shiny breasts and pointed nipples and then over to Amanda.  The
girl had a dreamy look on her face as though she was still savouring the
taste, and Donna gave her a dry grin.  "Look at that." She said pointing to
her stiff nipples.  She made a play of flicking them with her fingers and
watching them spring back up like toy soldiers.  "You made them like that."
She looked into Amanda's eyes, her own eyes twinkling as she giggled.  The
girl's face lit up with delight and she couldn't help but laugh back. 
"Umm...." She sighed to Amanda.  "You did very well though.  What a lovely
beginning, I'm sure this is going to be wonderful for both of us.  When you
rub or squeeze them, or take them in your mouth and suck them just as you
did, they become firm and hard and they grow big like this.  That's because
you've made them feel nice.  Do you see?  That's what it's all about,
making the person you're making love to feel marvellous and happy.  You
made me feel happy Amanda, that's a very good start and very soon I'll be
showing you other ways of making me feel even more happy." Amanda plucked
at her smock distractedly and then stuck her thumb in her mouth and hummed
a tune; it seemed to her the best thing to do, as she didn't know what to
say next "Cat got your tongue?" She nodded.  Donna gave a lazy smile and
cocked her brow.  "In that case dear....  I'm changing my name to cat."

   To Bed She decided it was time to move things along as some of her
thoughts were getting pretty wild and it was time to introduce Amanda to
her own warped kind of loving.  She stood up and lifted her off the sofa
and then carried her in her arms to the bedroom.  Early evening sunlight
filled the room making it light and airy for the two lovers.  The white
bedclothes were pulled back in invitation as Donna gently placed the girl
on the mattress and pushed her back onto the pillow.  Then still naked from
the waist upward she climbed onto the bed herself with proud swaying
breasts and knee walked up Amanda's smaller body until her panty clad
crotch rested above her chest.

   "Now Amanda pay attention." Her voice was gentle but tinged with an edge
of authority.  "I'm going to move up the bed until I'm sitting on top of
you.  I don't want you to panic when I place my skirt over your head and
everything goes dark.  I want to see how you cope with having my vagina on
your face.  It's covered with my panties now but it'll give you a feeling
of how it's going to be when I take them off and ask for your mouth.  We'll
do it this way first, then I'll get naked and we'll do it properly.  This
is like a dry run".  We'll perhaps not completely dry she thought.  Amada's
blue eyes glistened with emotion but she managed a gulp and then a small
nod.  Donna moved up and smiled down at her before lowering herself onto
her mouth and covering her head with her skirt.  The movement brought a
creak from the old rusty springs of the antique bed which she had bought
some months ago in an auction.  She liked the bed with its wrought iron bed
head and it's curling design of black iron lilies, but she liked the sounds
it made most of all.  It's creaking groaning bedsprings provided a frantic
accompaniment to her heated fucking and that's just what she intended to do
now; fuck the little darling right in the mouth.  She would probably hold
off from anything really frantic at first, that would come later when she
shed her panties and gave her a proper riding.  She gave a satisfied sigh
as she settled her weight onto the girl's lips and wedged her in place
between her thighs.  She used her voice to guide Amanda, encouraging her to
lick, kiss and rub her lips and face against her covered pussy, all of
these actions she insisted would bring pleasure to her Mistress and that
was her greatest aim in life.  She began rocking herself up and down on top
of her, feeling her pussy rubbing against Amanda's soft lips as she bumped
against them.  She reached up to squeeze her breasts with an expression of
smug triumph on her face.  Then she clenched then tightly in her hands and
pinched her nipples until they grew hard and angry.  There were times when
she felt so unfeminine, almost like a man in the way she forced herself on
her young lovers and exalted in her power.  It felt quirky doing it this
way through her panties and somehow lewder than without them.  She supposed
it was like getting the real thing in all but name, the lacy material was
so sheer it was practically see through.  Wet too, probably wet enough to
ring out.  The last thought thrilled her.  Her eyes flashed and she
hunkered her crotch harder against the girl to grind more of her wetness
into her face.  The sensation of Amanda's lips against her cunt and the way
they felt when she squashed them beneath her suddenly had her reeling
towards the brink.  With a start she raised herself up and fell back
gasping onto the sheets as she felt her orgasm building.  She clenched her
fists and screwed her face up towards the ceiling as she strained against
it with a silent scream.  A quiet groan of relief sobbed across the room as
it receded and the turmoil in her body subsided.  "Are you alright Miss? 
Gasped Amanda "Yes." She answered in a tight whisper before coughing to
clear her throat.  Her body's reaction to Amanda surprised her, it usually
took longer for her to get to that stage and it was a measure of how much
she wanted the girl.  "Wow.....  I was going like a rocket Amanda." She
exclaimed quietly.  "It's a long time since I've reached the line as
quickly as that.  I think we ought to get our clothes off before we
continue any further." She smiled and gave the girl a brief kiss before
sitting her up and undressing her.  Then she turned her attention to her
own semi-clad body and peeled off what remained of her garments until she
stood before her naked with heaving breasts and a dewy bush of dark cunt
hair.  Amanda never resisted any of this, lifting up her arms as her dress
was pulled off and thrusting up her bum as her panties were drawn down; she
only blinked and stared when Donna bared her lithe charms to her.  She
smiled to herself when she saw the girl's reaction, then she sat down on
the bed, took her in her arms and kissed her.  It was a long slow kiss that
had Amanda on her back again with Donna working away on top as she pushed
and writhed against her like a hungry eel.  Then she pulled her lips away
with a satisfied purr and replaced her tongue with a nipple that she slid
between her lips.  She nursed her like that for a while, Amanda sitting her
up in her lap as she took succour from her like a hungry baby while Donna
cooed and fussed up her hair like an indulgent mother.  She remembered
Susan once telling her that a woman could produce milk without being
pregnant if she took a substance called thioridazine.  She had laughed it
off then but now she began to take the thought seriously, it was worth
looking into at least.  From one bosom to another she nursed her, filling
her up with soft flesh before pulling the breast back out for the other to
take its turn.  Amanda smiled with contentment and made a series of gentle
mewling noises as she suckled.  After five minutes or so Donna grew tired
and pulled back for a rest.  Amanda gave a cry of disappointment which was
only silenced when Donna relented and thrust her bulging cleavage back into
her face.  There was a muffled mpphh from Amanda who suddenly found her
cheeks bulging once more with a wet swollen orb.  So this is what she wants
from me thought Amanda.  I don't mind doing this at all, it's fun, dead
nice really.  I like this feeling...  the woman's boobies pushing into my
mouth and the way they make me feel all tingly down to my toes.  Donna
kissed her gently on the forehead before withdrawing her breast one final
time.  She looked into her sweet face and smiled.  A myriad of crow's feet
spread from her eyes and wrinkled her skin and Amanda thought she looked
beautiful despite her maturity.  She loved the strength in her eyes, the
splendid high cheeks bones and the way her skin shone in the light.  She
had never seen a naked woman before.  It had come as a shock to see the
tall athletic looking Donna; she looked so powerful in all of her naked
glory.  Long in the neck and slim shouldered, her eyes travelled down to
her high billowy breasts and loved the way they pouted upwards with their
nipples standing out like tall pinnacles.  Her gaze moved on, down over her
toned stomach until it rested on the dark bushy hair sprouting out of her
thighs.  Pink fleshy lips protruded out of the hairs like swollen sentries
guarding a priceless treasure.  Just what they guarded she was about to
find out, Donna's next instructions made that clear.  "Lay back on the bed
now darling.  Place your head on the pillow so that it's raised up.  Make
yourself ready for me Amanda.  I want you now." Soon Amanda lay on her back
staring upwards at the ceiling.  The mattress shifted and creaked as Donna
crawled up and straddled her face and then poised her cunt over her.  Then
she reached down and splayed herself open.  "Take a look dear.  Look at my
cunt, look at its pink wetness.  Can't you see how it's dripping for you,
drenched and hungry for your pretty little mouth?" Deftly she pulled back
the hood of her clit then bared it to her gaze and flicked it with her
finger.  "Stick out your tongue and waggle it from side to side and don't
stop until I tell you to." She ordered.  Amanda shot out her tongue and
waggled it like a small whisk.  Donna gave a grunt of approval and then
lowered her dewy lips downwards until her clitoris made contact.  The
sensation was electric; she jumped back and gave a shrill squeal of
delight. Tentatively, she lowered herself back down onto the seeking tongue
and gasped as it made contact with her delicate organ once again.  This
time she remained still and let the tingling sensation wash over her cunny.
'Incredible' she sighed.  A drop of fluid dropped from the wrinkled labia
and landed on Amanda's cheek, followed by another and then more until she
was leaking sticky syrup all over the child's face.  "Now I'm going to
shift a little and you'll feel my sodden cunt squishing your lips.  Just
lick and suck as I start to give you a mouth ride.  The way I'm feeling now
it won't be very long before you're drinking my love juice.  When it comes
don't spill a drop, you must swallow everything and then I'll be very
happy. Do you understand me Amanda?" She said raising her brows slightly.
Donna waited for her to nod her head and then hunkered down.  She began
rolling her hips as she balanced herself on the headboard, gripping it with
her hands as she rocked to and thro.  Her thrusts became faster and she
settled down into a steady rhythm and the bed began to shake and squeal
with her efforts.  She looked down at the small face doing it's work
between her legs and let out a low wail of lust.  A steady stream of juice
wept from her cunt, hungry and demanding for the girl's frantic efforts, it
bubbled its richness into her bobbing throat as she swallowed.  Donna's
fucking became ever more frantic over the next ten minutes.  The thrashing
of her cunt against Amanda's mouth mixed with her cries and moans filled
the room like a chorus of crashing waves.  Her climax hit hard and she lost
control of her flailing body.  "Oh God!!!  Amanda!" She shrieked as her
hips pistoned back and forth over her small face.  "Oh Fuck!!!  Fuck!!!"
Yes!  I'm...I'm Oh fuck I'm spunking....  Drink it!!!  Drink it!!!! 
Aghhhhhh!!!!" The scream ripped from her lungs as a torrent of spray shot
out of her cunt into the girl's open mouth.  Amanda managed a strangled cry
before the flowing juices from the woman's climax drowned it out and she
swallowed to keep it out of her lungs.  Donna howled as her muscles spasmed
and sent her body raking over the girl.  All Amanda could do was lay still
and wait for the sobbing woman to subside back to normality.  For a moment
it seemed as though she had stopped, Amanda was about to ask if she could
go free when Donna suddenly let out a forlorn wail as though she had lost
everything in the entire world, and her body jerked off the bed sending the
headboard slamming into the wall.  Then she fell face down onto the
mattress.  Blissful latitude settled over her like a warm comforting
blanket.  She heard the deep exhausted sleep of the girl in her arms and
smiled gently as a glimmer of moonlight filtered through the curtains to
settle on her peaceful face.  It had been so beautiful with Amanda.  Such a
fierce orgasm and then such marvellous peace, it was enough for their first
time together.  Tomorrow was another day with more wonderful presents
coming her way; in fact there was another six weeks of it.  'Six weeks of
this.' It was her last conscious thought before she closed her eyes and
joined her sleeping angel.

   =====

   It was time to move on.  The next stage of the training was set to begin
and Donna was set to acquire a new toilet slave.  Amanda pushed her empty
plate away and sighed contentedly, she loved Donna's cooking there was
nothing quite like it at home, nothing compared to living with her Aunt
Donna.  She found the sex tiring; it was something that could happen
anytime, day or night.  Sometimes there was a warning when Donna announced
they were to make love at such and such a time, say after she had finished
playing with a doll or a toy, or after she had finished watching a cartoon
on the telly.

   "How long to the cartoon finishes Amanda?"

   "Err . .  About ten minutes Miss."

   "Well when it has, turn off the telly and come upstairs please."

   And then other times there was no warning, she might be lucky if she saw
a change in Donna's eye's before she raised her dress and slid off her
knickers.  Semi-clad or naked in any room of the house, it might be an
instruction to worship her cunt, or sometimes just her chubby ass-cheeks
and the brown rose-bud between, and then whatever she was playing with had
to be abandoned and exchanged for the taste of Donna's body and the sound
of her sobs.

   She always spent the night in Donna's bed.  Last night her Mistress's
demands had continued until the early light of dawn and afterwards they had
both slept until midday. . . .  Even Donna was exhausted!

   Now Amanda saw Donna watching her across the table, the woman's eyes
full of love and tenderness as she gazed into her eyes.  The young girl
smiled and then winked back cheekily.  The adult let out a chuckle of
delight and reached a leg under the table to stroke her shin in a loving
caress.  There were many such moments as this, shared tenderness with the
look of love passing between them.  Donna was the Mistress, Amanda her sex
slave, and yet at the same time they were lovers, girlfriends and partners
in pleasure.  The lines of definition were faint at times and sometimes
removed completely, that's how it was that lunchtime.  Donna waited until
Amanda had finished eating.

   "Darling, I have something I'd like you to try." She smiled.

   "Mmm." She said looking up dreamily."I'm going to get a glass and I'm
going to fill it."

   Amanda's face took on a puzzled expression.

   "What with?"

   Donna's smile became secretive.

   "You'll see."

   She opened the wall-cupboard door and took out a tall slim glass and put
it on the dinner table.  Amanda watched with furrowed brows as her Mistress
reached underneath her skirt, then slid off her knickers and placed the
glass between her thighs.  Crouching slightly, her tongue wetting her lips
in anticipation, she let go of her bladder and sent a whoosh of steaming
piss into the glass.  Amanda's brows un-knitted themselves and rose up in
surprise as the level of yellow pee rose higher up the glass.  Donna
managed to clench her bladder and cease the flow before it ran over the
rim, then she took the glass full of warm urine and placed it on the table
beside Amanda's now empty plate.

   "Something to wash your lunch down with sweetie.  I'd like you to drink
it." She announced in a matter of fact voice.

   "Y-your wee wee?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "D-d-drink?"

   "Yes dear every drop."

   This was so weird thought Amanda.  Her bottom lip came up and her eyes
stared into Donna's with that hurt look she used when she was told to do
something she didn't want to do.

   "It's my special lemonade dear....C'mon sweetie be a good girl and drink
it all up, after all we are girlfriends aren't we and you do want to make
me happy?" She said running her fingers through Amanda's hair and gently
caressing her scalp.  "Go on honey bunch...pick it up."

   Amanda gulped the pungent aroma made her nostrils flare as she eyed the
frothy head of her Mistress's spendings.  She took the warm glass in her
hands and eyed the contents suspiciously for a moment .  "Have you got hold
of it?" Donna cooed softly.

   "Umm." she murmured.

   "Good now put the glass to your lips and start drinking."

   She closed her eyes and tasted the first warm drop, it was salty but not
to terrible." She opened her eyes and gave her Mistress a tentative smile.

   "Now darling, carry on drinking at your own pace." She said as she ran
her fingers down the girl's neck softly massaging the flesh.

   Amanda took a brave swallow, a loud satisfying sound that was music to
the ears of her Mistress.  Then she began to drink it like orange juice,
tilting back the glass and pouring the warm piss down her throat.  Donna
put her hands in her top and squeezed her breasts together as she watched
the horny sight of the young girls bobbing throat, her eyes didn't miss a
second, she didn't blink until the glass was empty and Amanda put it back
on the table.

   "Well done, well done!" she laughed as she clapped her hands.  "You've
done so well Amanda.  Now can you be an extra good girl and kneel on the
floor, I didn't finish going and I still need the bathroom.  I'd like you
to be my toilet."

   Amanda paused in the act of wiping her lips dry with the back of her
hand.  What was the point?  They were going to get a lot wetter if her
mouth was a toilet.  She smiled sweetly instead and was about to climb down
off the stool when Donna told her to stop.

   "Hmm your hair may get wet, lets see now." She mused.  "Amanda go into
the draw next to the bread bin and open it.  You'll find a length of blue
ribbon.  Bring it to me."

   Donna smiled inwardly for the truth was she didn't care if Amanda's hair
got wet.  She wanted her in pigtails and ribbons because it made her look
younger and cuter than she already was, it was an ingredient that would add
to the perversity of the situation when she made the child her toilet.

   Amanda scampered over to the units and opened up the drawer and after a
little bit of rummaging she pulled out a piece of pale pink ribbon.

   Donna took it and proceeded to tie her hair into two tight pigtails with
the silky material and then smiled at the effect she'd created.  Amanda
looked adorable in her pretty pink ribbons so endearing and just waiting
for the older woman to take advantage of her.  She bent down and kissed the
tip of her freckly nose.

   "Take your top off and then kneel down and open your mouth.  If you
manage to drink it all up I'll tell your Mummy and Daddy what a good girl
you've been."

   Amanda unbuttoned her top and placed it on a chair, and then
bare-chested she dropped to her knees and looked up at Donna who moved to
stand above her and unzip the side of her skirt.  It came off quickly and
she stepped out of it and threw it over Amanda's top on the back of the
chair, then she squatted low and pulled back her labia to reveal the ripe
flesh of her womanhood.

   "Good girl." She soothed as she slowly cocked an eyebrow.

   A steady stream of hot piss began filling the mouth of the kneeling
girl, Donna was surprised she had so much left after filling the drinking
glass; it was all the young girl could do to keep up with the flow as she
kept gulping and glugging the warm babbling brook.  It was just so perfect
thought Donna, so wonderfully perverted doing this to such a sweet young
girl.  She could do anything she wished now; the girl's parents actually
wanted her too.  Oh how scrumptious seeing her work her throat like that,
striving to take her piss, yes she was her toilet girl now and before long
she would teach her to eat her shit.....Oh wasn't this just perfect!

   "Oh yes...that's nice, you look beautiful doing that." She murmured. 
"Keep drinking lover, swallow my lemonade...  take it all, take it into
your tummy, just like that....  just like that."

   Some of the pee seeped out from the corners of her mouth and around the
outside of her jaw as she swallowed, but she managed to keep most of it
inside.  Eventually Donna squeezed the last few drops from her urethra and
straightened her legs and then beamed down a smile at Amanda.  She was
exhilarated by her performance, the whole thing had been so beautiful
watching and hearing her young pet drink from between her legs, so
deliciously arousing.

   "You did so well my darling." She smiled as she bent down to lift Amanda
of off the floor and carried her back upstairs to her bedroom.  Once there
she placed her on the edge of the bed and sat down with her back towards
her.

   "Undo the buttons of my top dear." She instructed with a smile.

   Amanda's fingers sprang into action and began popping open the buttons
of her patterned white top until they reached the bottom one.  Donna tossed
it to the floor and turned her back to her once more.

   "Now undo the catches of my bra."

   Again she obeyed, carefully unhooking each eye and then drawing the
straps away from the woman's shoulders as she tilted them down to help her.


   "Kiss my back Amanda."

   Amanda made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a whimper and then
grazed her lips against the flesh of the woman's sculptured back.  Donna
shivered at the gentle touch of the fluttering lips as they brushed between
her shoulder blades and down the length of her long spine.  A massage with
a difference every woman should have one she decided....ah yes how
delicious...and now....

   "That's divine honey, just wonderful.  Can you move round to my front
now...yes that's it back up and....Here we are."

   She turned around and presented Amanda with her sweeping breasts and
then pushed forward to lodge a nipple against her lips.  Amanda was
learning fast, she wiggled the tip of her tiny tongue against the spike and
felt it harden and press against her and at the same time heard a quick
intake of breath from Donna.  Without been told she opened her mouth and
slipped it within and then began sucking the nipple and the soft pliable
flesh of her tit.  She was nursing now, cradled by the woman's hands as
they stroked and caressed her head.  She adored the feel of the soft breast
as it pressed forward into her mouth and the sound of her Mistress's gentle
crooning.

   "Umm that's nice Amanda." She said pushing her away gently.  "I'll have
you worship me properly before the night's over, don't worry I'll flood
your mouth with my woman spunk but now it's time for you to eat my special
chocolate, my hot gushing shit, there's loads of it and you're to be a good
girl and eat it all up."

   She opened a draw and pulled out a yellow rubber mat and then placed it
on top of the bed and then went to stand in front of the seated girl.  She
looked down at her for a second, a lazy smile playing on her lips before
turning around to show Amanda her dimpled buttocks.  "Kiss them dear.  Kiss
the cheeks and then go in-between and lick out my asshole until I'm ready
to feed you my scrumptious shit."

   Amanda knew the big moment had arrived, she gulped at the degeneracy of
Donna's words, Donna her Mistress, her seducer and the woman who was about
to use her in such a depraved way for her own selfish pleasure, she was
afraid and thrilled at the same time.  She reached forward and placed her
hands on the top of the woman's warm thighs and then pushed her face
against one of the soft giving cheeks and kissed it before extending her
tongue and running it against the contoured flesh.  Donna shivered with
ecstasy when she felt it's sensitive tip, making her goose pimples stand on
end and her buttocks ripple into the girls face.  Amanda traversed the
divide and sampled the other hillock alternating between licks, kisses and
nibbles as her Mistress directed her.

   "Go in between now, between my bum cheeks and then kiss my crack." She
exhaled as she reached back and spread a cheek with one hand while frigging
herself with the other.  A moments pause for the girl to register what was
expected of her as she took in the sight of the grown ups brown puckered
hole and then she leaned in face first feeling the soft flesh engulf her.
Donna purred happily at the feel of Amanda's tongue as it wriggled into her
asshole, she moaned happily and worked two fingers between her legs in a
soft squelching rhythm.  She let out a quiet sigh which in the stillness of
the room sounded like the whisper of some poor departing soul, and then she
let out a loud reeking fart, right into the young cherubs face.  Amanda
gasped as the vile gas filled her mouth but was stopped from pulling back
by a firm tug on her pigtails as the woman's hand shot out of her cunt and
halted her progress like a jockey reining in a bolting horse.

   "Mpphh!  Mpphh!" She whimpered.

   "Stay very still and open your mouth!" Came the firm but patient voice.

   Donna turned her head round to look at the bedroom mirror seeing her a
nd the youngster in profile as they acted out this bizarre sex act.  She
flung back her head to send her long tawny hair cascading over her
shoulders as she saw the pretty young girl sat on the edge of the bed with
her face hidden between her billowy buttocks...and then she let out another
fierce fart right into her mouth, and then another, and another...until.

   "Lay on the mat...c'mon Amanda its time" She thrilled.

   Without giving Amanda time to comply she gave a low breathy moan and
pushed her down onto her back and scrambled onto the bed over her as the
load in her bowels strained for release.  Amanda looked up in expectation
and tried to imagine what was in store for her.  From her vantage point she
could see the brown rosebud as it opened and closed like a clenching fist
while beyond that she could see the woman's breasts with their long
distended nipples swelling out of the drooping cones and then Donna's face,
a picture of perverted lust transforming her beautiful features.

   "This is your big test Amanda darling.  I want you to open your pretty
mouth nice and wide for what's to come.  When it does I want you to start
eating my shit.  Do you understand honey...Ummm I'm gonna shit right in
your cute young mouth, lots and lots of my special turds and you are going
eat it all up like a good girl....  Ok dear?"

   "Yyyes." She nodded.

   "Good girl.  Open wide cos her tis"

   With that she lowered herself down so that her ass hole was resting
above the girls lips and relaxed her bowels.  A huge brown turd slid its
way out of her anus and pushed its way past the child's lips to stretch her
mouth to breaking point.  Amada's eyes streamed at the taste and smell that
assailed her.  The foulest of flavours erupted into her taste buds while
the feel of the slimy log made her start to barf and retch.  It was only
with a super human effort that she managed to stop her self from doing so
and start chewing instead.  She ground her teeth into the ropey turd
gradually breaking it down and swallowing it bit by bit.  It took nearly
five more minutes for the burden to go down into her stomach and all the
time she ate her brown love she was rewarded by the sound of her Mistresses
praise as she urged her on.  Presently it ended and she opened her mouth to
gasp for breath her lips and chin dripping with shit.  Her gasp turned to a
groan as she heard something moving towards her, the wet crackling of a
long rope of runny shit uncoiling from her Mistress's bowels.

   "You haven't finished yet dear, there's plenty more to eat so open those
pretty lips...." Amanda looked up to meet her hungry gaze, her own eyes
beginning to fill with a need of their own as they drank in the sight of
Donna's sleek body and gaping lewdness just inches from her face.  She
loved all of her and that included everything that was of her and came from
her, in her mind she was eating Donna's love her special brown love, and
because it was hers she relished it.  She decided to be strong for her.

   "I love you," She whispered.  "I love you Miss."

   "I'm giving you my love darling," she answered, her eyes brimming with
tears of emotion.  "Open your mouth and accept all of my gift."

   A pungent brown pear slid out from between the pale cheeks of her
buttocks as her bowels released more faeces down Amanda's throat.  She let
it fill the cavity within her cheeks and held it there and then ran her
tongue up and down the furrowed column savouring the precious gift from
within her lover's body.  Then she bit into it and closed her eyes in
ecstasy as its essence flooded her senses.  Slowly, ever so slowly she
chewed mouthful after mouthful until her throat began to bob and push the
gooey load down into her body.  Long minutes passed as she digested her
meal, slopping, chomping and glugging.  Donna got up from her crouch and
turned around to kneel over and watch her eat, her desperate whimpers of
lust competing with the sounds of gluttony.

   Donna's eyes widened with wonder when Amanda opened her empty mouth. 
With an effort she tore her eyes away and let them travel down Amanda's
body until they fastened on her bloated stomach.  She traced the swollen
abdomen with her hands, wonderingly caressing the proof of her lover's
adoration, and then felt her orgasm as it began to rise up.

   "Take me there Amanda....  Suck my clit....  I'm on the verge."

   With a soft moan she climbed back over Amanda's face and hunkered her
seeping pussy down onto her lips.  She climaxed at the first feel of the
child's tongue as it flicked across the tip of her clit and then wept out a
river of syrupy lust into her mouth.

   Sometime later after they had showered and cleaned themselves up, Donna
announced that they were going to the dress shop the next day.  Amanda
could have whatever she desired and as far as Donna was concerned it could
be the whole dammed shop.  The girl had done well and was to be rewarded
accordingly; she would have her satisfying her needs for some time to come.
She heaved a sigh as they both lay naked together on the newly made bed and
nibbled along the edges of Amanda's ear making her shriek with laughter and
kick her legs in the air before giving a sexy giggle herself and whispering
a perverted request.

   The night was still far from over.
   ====