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 Title: The French Lady
Author: April
Summary: While on a trip in Spain, a young teen is seduced by an older
French woman.  The girl learns how to please a woman in every possible way,
but gets surprised when her trip comes to an end.  (~13K words)
Keywords: FFg, coer, inc, ws, scat

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   The French Lady by April



   Preface

   I'd always been a dirty little girl.  I remember when I was four, my
friend Lottie and I were playing in my back garage.  To the accompaniment
of shrieks and giggles, we pulled down our panties and peed over the floor.
We did it a number of times; it was one of our little games, a nice funny
game that had us both competing to make the biggest and wettest puddle over
the cold cement floor.

   We'd take turns to climb up, then sit on the edge of my Dad's workbench,
and let loose with arching fountains of golden rain.  Our game became even
more fun and much funnier when one day, after I'd taken my turn to make
what I thought was a disappointingly small puddle; Lottie jumped up to make
her contribution.

   "Mine's going to be bigger than yours." She announced gleefully making
me purse my lips in annoyance.  I was so maddened by this, that I jumped in
front of her to block the stream and spoil her puddle.  Most of it hit my
face, making me gasp and cry out as I got soaked and pummelled from the hot
spray.  Each time I got a mouthful of the stuff that I had to swallow to
stop myself choking.

   I think it was then that the demon came into me and made me thirsty for
the taste.  Lottie screamed in frustration at first when she realised her
winning puddle was being stemmed almost at source, but her cries quietened
down when she heard my gurgling and gulping and saw my mouth opening and
closing like a fish.  I think she must have held her breath in wonder as I
drank from her because she exhaled loudly with a sudden burst of breath
when the stream finally ended.

   "Ohhhhh!  Ohhhh!  Hazel!" She said in a voice full of marvel.  "That was
clever!  Hee-hee.  What was it like?"

   "Nice, it tastes nice." I replied honestly just as the garage door was
shoved open by Mother.

   "WHAT!?!" she screamed.

   Lottie and I weren't allowed to play together after that.  I couldn't
understand why my parents were so angry.  Calling me a very, very dirty
girl and telling me I was very bad for doing something so disgusting.

   As the years went by I forgot about all of that, or at least it seemed
so, but it must have remained in the back of my mind and stuck there.  I
say that because I was once playing on some disused wasteland when I came
across a white plastic carrier bag buried beneath some nettles.  Been only
young, curiosity got the better of me and I went looking for something long
enough to pull it out with without being stung.

   Eventually I found a long twig, which I managed to hook around the bag's
plastic handle and pull the thing out.  It turned out to be someone's porn
stash; there was magazine after magazine devoted to photo's of lesbians
making love in all kinds of different ways ranging from oral, S&M, toys and
rubber.  I was shocked to the core at the bizarre images in front of me as
I turned the crinkled pages, but strangely excited by the sight of the
beautiful and sometimes slutty women having doing such dirty things.  Did
they really do that?  Could it be true that grown up women did that kind of
thing with each other?

   Some did I decided, but it was when I came to the last magazine that my
jaws fell open.  It was called 'Lesbian toilet games' and featured page
after page of sultry looking women peeing into each other's mouths.  I
began to imagine what it must be like to let another woman hold her pussy
open and piss into my mouth when I suddenly remembered the incident in the
garage all those years ago.  The hidden memory was so exciting and so
thrilling that I had to place my hand inside my knickers and start rubbing
my little cunny then and there in the middle of the field.

   Page after page of glorious pee drinking jumped out of the pages for me
to see, each one made me savour the taste of Lottie's warm pee as though it
was still filling my eager mouth.  I wanted nothing more than to be one of
the open-mouthed women in the magazine drinking the torrents of golden pee
from her sexy partner.  The final few pages were too disgusting for me to
look at for very long, although enough for me to see pictures of lesbians
crouching over their girlfriends and pooing in their mouths.  Long ropes of
poo passed out of their bottoms and past the lips of their partners, there
was page after page of them chewing and swallowing their vile meals.  Ughh!
Gross!  How could they I thought!  I couldn't imagine how terrible it must
be to do anything like that.

   In spite of the nastier pictures in the magazine I found most of them
thrilling, and I think that's when I really started to like other girls,
especially the older one's who might be the same age as the models, and
although I didn't know the meaning of the word I was well on the road to
being a lesbian.  I even began taking an interest in my female teachers,
one of them in particular, a pretty blonde woman called Mrs.  Robertshaw
who I took to rubbing my pussy over at night, thinking of how I would make
her happy doing some of the things I'd just seen.  Of course fantasy
sometimes has a habit of becoming reality, although no one will believe you
if you tell them the truth because in some cases it can be ten times more
incredible than the wildest of dreams.



   Chapter 1

   I met a lady in Spain.  It happened a year later when I was on holiday
with my Mum and Dad - no brothers or sisters - I'm an only child - and we
were having our evening meal in the hotel dining room.  I was bored with
the food to be honest.  I had a plateful of bony fish and was toying around
with it on the end of my fork, when I looked up and saw a dark haired woman
watching me from the table behind my parents.

   She smiled as I met her eyes and twinkled as I stopped sulking and
stared back.  Mum and Dad were both just thirty and she looked a little
older than them, though not much, so I guess she was in her mid thirties.
Her hair was black like a Spanish dancer and hung long and silky past her
lightly tanned shoulders.  Her face was long and sensual with high
cheekbones and full generous lips, while her eyes were simply gorgeous.

   I'd never seen any as large and penetrating before, she looked so vital
and full of living that I must have gawped with my mouth open because she
gave me a mischievous wink and I noticed the laughter lines spreading from
her eyes.  I felt my face heating up like a stove and suddenly felt
uncontrollably embarrassed.  As I turned away and tried to force a fork
full of fish into my mouth, I only succeeded in catching my tongue with the
point of the tine.

   "Ouch!"

   "Are you alright Hazel?" My Mother exclaimed.

   "Ohh, my tongue." I complained near to tears.

   "Tsk...  Well that's a lesson to you." She hissed unsympathetically. 
"Stop playing with your food and eat it properly."

   Dad was watching me with a look of concern on his face.

   "Are you alright Hazel?  You're not feeling unwell are you love?"

   Good old Dad, I knew he'd be on my side; he always was, especially if
Mum was giving me a hard time as she sometimes did.

   "Yes Dad I'm fine." I nodded.  "I just slipped with the fork, I'll be
okay."

   I had a drink of orange juice and tried to eat my dinner without further
incident, even though I was burning to look at the mysterious lady again.
She was drawing me like a magnet, and I couldn't stop myself from raising
my burning eyes and looking past Mum's shoulder to see her.  There she was
with the wine glass tipped to her lips.  What luxurious olive skin she had,
I loved her flesh and the way the low cut dress hinted at her shapely
breasts.

   She was the answer to all of my lesbian fantasies, even Mrs Robertshaw
palled into insignificance next to her exuberance and beauty.  Just then,
she put her glass down and looked straight at me.  I tried to turn away in
time but I knew she's seen me staring at her.  I looked at my glass of
orange and practically grabbed it as though it was a lifeline and I was
drowning.  Which I was!

   "Hazel.  Don't gulp it like that you'll give yourself hiccups if you
aren't careful." Mum warned.

   "Well I think she's too thirsty." Said Dad looking at me worriedly. 
"I'm practically sure she's under the weather."

   I ceased my slurping and put down the glass.

   "Both of you stop it.  I'm just the same as always there's nothing up
with me.  Really...  there isn't." I insisted tiredly.

   Oh, what was wrong with me anyway?  Why was she doing this to me?  What
was so special about the woman anyway?  I looked up at her again without
even knowing I was doing it and found her staring steadily into my eyes.  I
couldn't look away this time; I was like a rabbit in headlights, held by
those beautiful eyes.  When she was sure I wouldn't look away again, she
nodded towards the side of the room and I followed her gaze towards the
direction of the toilets.  She pushed her chair away from the table and
stood up, nodding in their direction for me to follow.

   "I'm just going to the loo." I blurted as I rose hurriedly from the
table to the sound of murmuring from my parents.  I felt sick in the
stomach and giddy with excitement as I followed the graceful steps of the
tall shapely lady.  We left the bustle of the dining room behind us as we
trod along the shiny polished floor of the hallway, with its fragrant
smelling plants lining the walls in large earthenware pots.  Then we passed
through a doorway that led into a small antechamber outside the toilets,
where she stopped and smiled at me.

   "You are English yes?"

   I smiled back at the dazzling woman and replied as confidently as I
could that yes, indeed I was, and my name was Hazel.

   "Ahhh Hazel.  What a beautiful name." She sang in her musical accent. 
"My name is Alexia and I am French as you may guess.

   I felt my senses lift as I drank in the sound of her voice and breathed
in her fragrant perfume.  She was so physical a person, that's the best way
I can describe her as I allowed myself to fall in love and dare to hope
that she liked me as well.  She answered that by leading me by the hand
into the washroom.  We stopped next to the hand basins and I cast a glance
at myself in the mirror.

   My hair was long and golden and hung down my back in a loose swathe.  I
was of medium height although perhaps a little on the slim side, and my
chest was still a little flat beneath my flowered tank top.  Beneath that
my bare flesh with its neat belly button looked inviting, while my trim
waist, gripped by a pair of red hipsters that flared out along the length
of my colt like legs, looked good as well.  Sparkling green eyes lined by
long dark eyelashes stared back, and a scattering of freckles along the
bridge of my nose and cheeks helped to give my face a doll like quality.

   I suppose I looked the kind of girl everyone wants to put his or her
arms around to protect.  I stared at myself hoping I was good enough for
her and felt pleased with myself when I noticed her appreciating me through
the glass.  I was very pretty.

   "You are beautiful." She whispered bringing her lips to my ear and
kissing it.  I find you very attractive.  Do you mind that?  Do you perhaps
think me so as well?"

   "You're beautiful.  Can I kiss you?" I blurted quite foolishly.  She
gave a squeal of delight and pressed a hand to her mouth.  "Oh but that
would be such a naughty thing.  Alas I fear it would be too dangerous for
us, I only brought you here so we could talk, but I can see you are
impatient for more than..."

   She mad a crocodile jaws motion with her hand to indicate a mouth
opening and closing.

   "Come and see me tomorrow." She said quietly.

   I was full of boldness just then, more than I'd ever been in my short
life.  I believe I had a higher sex drive than most girls of my age and
while they were dreaming of romance - thanks to my illicit experiments in
the garage with Lottie, and then the discovery of the lesbian magazines
with their explicit fetishes - I expected more than just holding hands.

   I was different, I knew that suddenly, and I somehow knew I was entering
a world I would be at home in.  I guessed this was all about sex, at least
I hoped so.  Why else would she ask me here and then invite me to her room?
With that in mind, I went and did something totally outrageous.  As though
I was looking down on my own body, I saw myself reaching out, placing my
hand beneath her satin evening dress, and then resting it against the top
of her thigh.

   "Please be my teacher.  I will do anything you ask." I whispered as
seductively as I knew how for a girl just in her teens, before holding my
breath and waiting for her reaction.

   Her eyes widened slightly and her gaze took in the sight of my hidden
hand, then she covered it with hers and moved it higher up to rest it
briefly against her covered mound, before pulling it back again.

   "Indeed I believe you Hazel.  You shall spend the whole day with me and
I shall be your willing teacher."

   I let my out my breath with a sigh of relief, I couldn't believe my own,
nerve nor the effect it had had.

   "What are you going to tell to your parents little bird?" She asked. 
The answer was there before she had finished the sentence.  Dad had been
worried I wasn't feeling well, especially as we were supposed to be going
on an organised trip of the island tomorrow.  He didn't want me to feel
unwell for that.  What if I said I was under the weather?  Not too sick
that they'd have to say behind and look after to me though, that's the last
thing I wanted.

   I'd tell them to go without me, and I'd have a quiet day by the pool
instead.  I knew it would work, they were both so looking forward to seeing
the rest of the island, and they knew no harm would come to me in the
grounds of the hotel.  My face flooded with warmth as I answered her steady
gaze, her hair hung down near my eyes as she bent forward towards me, and I
ran my hand through its dark wavy tresses as I answered.

   "I'm going to be too unwell to go with them tomorrow morning.  I'll tell
them that I'm staying in the hotel instead."

   Her eyes were alight with promise as she grasped my hand and held it to
her hair.

   "This is a fortunate meeting I think.  You must go back now and I will
be waiting for you tomorrow."

   She gave me her room number and then kissed me on the nose and left.



   Chapter 2

   It was around nine-thirty the next morning as I waved bye-bye to my
parents in my pink bikini.  I sat up from the sun lounge, which was near
the pool but still in the shade.  They'd believed me whole heartedly when I
told them I wasn't feeling too well and were reluctant to leave me alone at
first until I convinced them I'd be okay.  I watched the tour bus pulling
out of the hotel compound, dwindling into the distance, sending clouds of
dust billowing out from the scorching roadway, and then took the straw hat
off my head and placed it on top of the lounge.

   I skipped into the hotel building with my heart pounded in my ribs as I
headed across the cool marble foyer towards the lifts.  The door opened
straight away when I pressed the button, so I jumped in and pressed the
consol for the second floor, memorising her room number as I climbed up.  I
was trying to get out even before the door slid open, feeling alive,
brimming with need, and unable to fight back my surging desire.

   Then suddenly I was there, standing before her door half-naked but for
the small bikini covering my smooth child's flesh.  I knocked twice, soft
knocks that had meant to be louder, only for some reason the door seemed
strangely human to me all of a sudden and I was afraid to upset it too much
with my ham fisted hammering.

   "Good morning."

   I flinched as she opened the door.  She was dressed only in a pale silk
nightgown tied at the waist with a loose sash.  I couldn't help myself
staring as I compared the lavish display of shapely olive flesh against the
white material.  She couldn't help a smile of satisfaction whipping across
her lovely features as she stood aside to allow me in.  A light airy room
greeted me, along with the delicate fragrance of body oil and sweet
jasmine.

   It was larger than our family room; she would have had to be well off to
afford this kind of style.  The double bed looked huge with its white
cotton sheet thrown back at an angle, all crisp and ready for the next
night's sleep.  A dressing table made from light coloured wood stood
against the wall facing the bed, it had an array of cosmetics and perfumes
lined up neatly beneath the mirror.

   There was even a photo of someone who I didn't manage to get a proper
look at, I think it was a middle-aged man but I couldn't be sure.  She must
have followed my gaze because she walked over to it and placed it in a
draw. I frowned and wondered why she was here by herself.  A woman alone
abroad, it's almost a cliché, maybe she was divorced and had no one in her
life, but then why the photo on the dresser?

   "Ah, it's so refreshing to be alone sometimes don't you think?  You can
have so many adventures by yourself." She said with a smile as though
reading my thoughts.  "So you told your Mamma and Papa you are unwell,
yes?"

   "Yes everything's fine." I assured her.

   "How long do we have before they arrive back?" She asked walking over to
the bed.

   "Oh, about five in the afternoon the tour guide said." I answered
feeling apprehensive now, but excited by the questions implications.

   "All day then." She said sounding pleased.  "Good."

   My eyes widened as she pulled the sash of her gown and swept it off her
shoulders to reveal her buttery breasts.  It dropped to the floor in a
puddle as I stared spell bound at the magnificent naked woman before me. 
Her breasts were long and pear shaped, with nipples sprouting out from
large brown areolas.  My gave travelled down to her flat stomach and neat
'v' of trimmed black hair, while lower still her wide hips and full fleshy
thighs led down to a pair of long well toned legs.

   Amused at the expression of my face she turned around in a slow
pirouette and presented me with a view of her buttocks.  They were round
and firm, and looked surprisingly full to my young eyes.  It was the first
time I'd seen a grown woman's ass; the pictures in the magazine were only
printed-paper, and were nothing like the luscious globes with their dark
tight valley in-between that now faced me.

   "You like?" She asked with a saucily grin over her shoulder.  I liked
very much indeed.  I felt like pinching myself in case I was dreaming and
this was one of my over imaginative fantasies.  I must have crossed my
fingers without thinking because she laughed when she saw me do it, a low
throaty laugh followed by a toss of her head and a wave of cascading black
hair.

   "I can see you like." She said turning round.  "There's no need to cross
your fingers Hazel, it's all very real."

   I finally found my voice, feeling foolish for my gaping immobility; I
managed to smile as I nodded.

   "Yes I like Alexia." I said feeling a little better for using her name.
"You are beautiful.  I couldn't help crossing my fingers, I guess I was
scared I'd wake up and you wouldn't be here standing before me so
marvellous so...so naked." My voice dried up as ran out of words to
describe my feelings, that and the prickling of excitement that rose up and
overwhelmed my whole body.

   "You are so sweet." She said kindly before sprawling back on the bed
with swinging breasts.  Then she lay back and propped herself up on her
elbows with her eyes roamed lecherously over my near naked body, although
it became clear, with her next sentence, that I wasn't naked enough.  "But
you are still dressed." She said with a petulant pout to her voice "Be even
sweeter and take off your bikini, then come and lay next to me on the bed."


   Her legs parted slowly to reveal the wrinkled flaps of her glistening
labia.

   "I will be a good teacher; I hope you are going to be a good pupil!" I
saw a movement from the corner of my vision and watched entranced as her
nipples began to rise up from her bosoms like angry spear points.

   I felt nervous as I peeled off my bikini top and bottoms.  It was all to
do with comparisons, the way my body felt so young and childish, while
before me lay a picture of womanhood in all her naked glory.  I blushed as
my gaze dropped to her hairy quim with its protruding labia and glistening
flesh, then up to her sloping breasts and nipples that grew as I looked at
them.

   She was graceful yet strong; a woman who knew her needs yet was willing
to be gentle and caring.  "You are an angel from heaven." She sighed as her
eyes made love to my naked body..."A temptress no less!" She held out her
arms for me to join her.  "Come here Hazel.  Sit by me."

   I climbed up, sat next to her on the bed, and felt a surge of excitement
as my naked body brushed against hers.  She put her arm over my shoulders
and pulled me to her, her breasts squashed against my chest with the
sharpness of her aroused nipples poking into me.

   "Do you like how they feel?" She asked with a glance down at her
succulent mounds.

   "Oh yes." I responded, wanting to reach out and touch them.  Her face
looked pensive for a moment in the soft light as it filtered through the
window slats, then she took my hands and her fingertips caressed my palm,
my wrist, then she delicately raised my hand to her face and kissed it.  A
quaking thrill went through my entire body as her honeyed lips grazed the
backs of my fingers, fingers that instinctively responded to the kiss,
turning gently and pressing softly into lushness of her beautiful lips! 
The lips parted slightly against my finger in a delicious little
acquiescence to the sensual turn the gesture was taking.

   My loins began to tingle.  As my middle finger lay in the crease of her
parted lips, I pressed that against her lips and she opened her mouth and
took it inside, trailing her tongue between the two as she suckled them
deep into the warm, wet, oral sanctuary.  I gently explored the interiors
of her mouth and tongue, the soft corners, the tender recesses beneath her
tongue.  She stopped sucking, and her mouth and tongue went slack as my
fingers drifted and penetrated far back inside, revelling in the moistening
den of bliss!

   "Oh, God, Hazel, Baby, that's heaven," she whispered.

   I raised my other hand to gently cradle her soft cheek on the other side
of her face and my other fingers grazed her cheek.  It was the softest skin
I think I had ever felt.  I kneaded it sensitively.  I could feel her
gentle breath against my thumb.

   Her breath was deepening.

   So was mine!  I ceased my probing and pulled them from her mouth past
her clinging lips, a look of reproach caught her eyes at their departure.
My eyes left hers and my gaze travelled down to her breasts to settle on
their graceful curves as I signalled my wishes.

   "Touch them then.  My breasts...feel them mon chérie." She whispered
with a soft kiss on my ear followed by the softest of licks around the lobe
and her heated breath, which sent shivers of ecstasy down to my toes.

   Placing one forefinger to the tip of each nipple, I felt the proud tips
press against my nerve endings, two swelling nodules of hard spiky lust,
awake to my caress.  I heard her gasp and catch her breath as I began a
gentle strumming as I in turn looked down with fascination, watching with
wonder as the pointed ends made furrows in the undersides of my fingers
when the flesh didn't spring back in time.  I looked up, a look of delight
on my face and we shared a smile before my hands left their toys to see
what else there was to glean from this wonderful bounty.  I cupped a breast
in each palm, hefting them to feel their weight and fullness before
caressing and squeezing the pliant flesh that was all mine.

   Bliss!  I went on for some time trying to get my fill of her pale
sloping orbs moulding the soft pliant flesh to my hands and listening to
her breathing get deeper.

   "Lie back." She said in a ragged voice, pushing my hands away from her
breasts and drawing me down onto the mattress.  "It is time for you to
experience a ladies loving."

   I felt her nakedness descend upon me, then her face, vivacious and
lustful with its need and finally the supple sensation of her lips against
mine.  A sheet of lightning struck all of my cells.  My heart fluttered! 
Her lips were so moist, soft, supple, warm, yielding!  They billowed
ethereally against mine.  I grazed against them with my tongue tip, and
they parted.  I cradled her head in both hands, and then her fingers were
on my cheeks.  I pressed my lips and tongue into the sweet succulence of
her mouth, ran my tongue over her teeth where my fingers had been.  They
parted again and my lips went inside hers, pressing against her teeth as my
tongue wended its way into her private sepulchre.

   She took my tongue deeply and fully in her mouth.  The passion with
which she suckled it was not an exterior, unbridled passion, but a deep and
solemn one, filled with unspeakable and unearthly longing.

   "I've...  I've had lots of fantasies about your mouth." I stammered
stupidly as I broke away.

   She giggled softly.  "You have?"

   "Umm hmm."

   "Well I have about yours too."

   "Really?"

   "Uh huh." Her eyes twinkled.  "Was it doing this?" Her teeth nibbled my
ears.  "Or this?" Her tongue traversed the width of my forehead, then down
my nose to its pointed tip.  "Or this?" Travelling down the length of my
neck, licking, nibbling and biting gently as she went, she reached my small
budding breasts, which some day would be large sloping pears of flesh like
hers and then covered them with her lips.  She captured them in her mouth
one by one, flicking the small sensitive tips with her tongue tip as it
darted like a hungry adder sending thrills of pure ecstasy down my body and
making the small ends stand rigid to attention along with my shaking toes.
"Or maybe this?"

   She left my sobbing breasts and I shuddered again feeling her trail down
my stomach like a nimble butterfly, biting nibbling and licking until she
reached my puffy nether lips and parted my legs.  Splaying them carefully
with her thumb and forefinger she held them apart and gazed at my inner
cavity for a moment before flashing her eyes at me.

   "I think it was this you were dreaming of mon chérie."

   I gasped as her tongue swiped the length of my slit along my lips and
then in-between to my sensitive core.

   "Was it?  Was it this you were hoping for my mouth to do?"

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!" I gasped.

   "It was!  It was!"

   "Ummph!  Umm..." Her moans were cut off...  or maybe not quite...  I
could still hear her muffled sobs as her mouth slithered and writhed
between my lips.  Being made love to was all I'd imagined it to be.  All
the times I had dreamt of being kissed by my lovely Miss Robertshaw,
imagining her soft roving lips against my clitoris and the luscious feel of
her mouth, well my French lady was better by far.  This was from heaven!

   As Alexia lapped and licked inside my hot flooding cunt, I began to gasp
and sob, crying out in ecstasy as my crisis approached.  I could smell her
excitement, the odour of her sex percolated up to my nostrils even from
down there.  I imagined how she would taste and then suddenly screamed.  My
orgasm had hit.  It was much more powerful than I thought it would be, I
jerked and flipped around like a landed fish and Alexia had to grip my
thighs to keep me down while she continued feasting and growling like a
lion defending her kill.

   Waves of ecstasy rippled through my loins and then spread outwards
sending warm shivers through my body transporting me to another realm where
only the purest of love existed.  I don't know how long I floated there
until I came down to earth and heard her gently calling my name.

   "Hazel mon chérie, you are here yes?  Ahh good you return my angel." She
kissed my forehead running her fingers through my hair like a mother loving
her child.  "I will never forget my first time even though it was many
years ago, nor will you.  I'm glad it was with me." The last sentence came
out in a whisper and I turned and met her lips with mine.

   We kissed, gently at first and then with more passion as our need took
hold again.  I drank her breath and saliva as our mouths fused together and
we fed like hungry animals upon one another.  Hands clutched at breasts and
buttocks, kneading and squeezing as we writhed together on the rustling
sheets.

   "Oh God!" Alexia broke away gasping.  "I'm nearly there...  not yet. 
Not this way Hazel, I need a cigarette." I lay back panting on the ruffled
sheets as she padded across to the dressing table, feeling disappointed
that we'd stopped when things were getting so good.

   "Why did we stop?"

   "Because I don't want to cum like that." She said pouring two cups of
coffee from the filter and then lighting a cigarette.

   She gave me the drink, taking a long draw on the burning tab before
slowly releasing the smoke in a long hazy coil.  I took a sip out of the
cup and watched the mysterious French woman as she lay back on the bed
again, a coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other.  My eyes were
drawn to her beautifully sculptured breasts as they rose and fell in time
to her deep breaths.

   "I want to cum in your mouth."

   I gulped when I heard her words; she said them so nonchalantly as though
it was perfectly normal for a woman to say such a thing to a young girl,
but far from being shocked or offended, I felt turned on beyond belief at
the lurid picture they represented.

   "And I'd love you to." I whispered as seductively as I could.

   "Beautiful." She said leaning over to kiss me.  "Love can be wonderful.
There are all kinds of things two people can do when they want each other
as you and I."

   I couldn't help but drink her in again.  Her eyes were bright and
vivacious and she had a truly beautiful face, so glamorous and thoughtful.
I also loved the way her hair splashed over her shoulders to rest above her
breasts and her slim waist, flaring hips long gorgeous legs.  Was I in
love? "Are you married?" I said suddenly feeling jealous of her husband
whose photo I thought I'd seen on the table.  "I saw a picture on the table
before you turned it round.  Why didn't you want me to see it?  Are we bad
doing this?"

   She reached over, placed her coffee cup on the bedside table, and then
turned towards me with a look of melancholy on her face.  "Well.  For sure"
She said with a deep sigh, "I was married to a lovely man who I loved very
dearly.  Alas, he died quiet suddenly, much to my dismay.  Now I am by
myself seeking to live the life of a single woman.  My husband's last
wishes were for me to enjoy the rest of my life to the full.  Just to do as
I please and be happy...  and this is what I am doing.  I have had many
lovers since he went, mainly handsome young men, you see contrary to what
you may think Hazel I am not one of those women who prefer other women."

   I looked puzzled at that.  If that was so, then what about me?

   She smiled at my expression and then continued.  "Ah...  I know your
mind little one.  You are thinking if that is so, then why did she invite
me to her bedroom for love.  Is this not true?" She laughed lightly in her
musical voice that I was beginning to love so much.

   I nodded and couldn't help smiling back at her twinkling eyes, feeling
glad that perhaps she wasn't going to get sad after all and hoping I had
something to do with it.  "Could be" I grinned.  "But then why, if you
don't like women, or like men better...  have you chosen me?"

   "Ho ho." She laughed clapping her hands.  "I chose you?  Were your eyes
not on me all through dinner?  No, don't look downcast...  I'm glad that
you liked me.  Before then as I say, I never wanted another woman." She
leaned over and lifted my chin so our faces were almost touching.  "But you
mon chérie, are not a woman.  You are a very pretty little girl.  From the
first time I saw you look at me I thought you were the most beautiful
creature I had ever seen...and I suppose I did encourage you."

   She inched her face closer until we were touching lip to lip and I felt
them flutter against mine as she whispered.  "Who chose who is not
important; all that mattered to me was getting you here naked in my bed.  I
will do anything with you.  Not only is it breaking my rules not to be with
a man in bed..." She kissed me.  "But it is against their rules as well. 
You and I should not be together like this, you are right we would get into
much trouble if anyone knew...but I don't care." She said with a kiss.  "I
need you my love.  I've never wanted anything to happen as much as I want
this to before in my life.  I will do anything and everything with you."

   "And I will do anything with you." I answered heatedly and meaning every
word.

   She kissed me again at that, this time her mouth lingered against mine
and as she ran her tongue over my lips.  "It is new to me too, I have only
seen women making love in films and magazines, you will not even have seen
that but I am sure we can teach each other."

   I remembered the magazine straight away, my eyes dreamy with lust as I
relived some of the outrageous images still visible in its ragged pages.

   "You have seen." She cried.  "What have you seen and where?" She
demanded with raised eyebrows.  "I assumed this was your first time, maybe
I am stupid to presume..."

   "No, no.  This is my first time.  I assured her." She relaxed at that, I
could see she didn't like the idea of not being my first woman; it gave me
a thrill to believe she possibly might just be a little jealous.  I
suddenly bit my lips as a memory of a day many years ago flashed behind my
eyes.  Two little girls in a garage playing their dirty little games and
hoping their parents wouldn't find out, only they did.  I remembered all
too clearly what those games were and although I didn't know it my face had
flushed fiercely as the excitement I had felt all that time ago came
flooding back.  Then there were the women in the magazines of course, and
some of the things they were doing.

   Alexia had been watching me closely as I raced back over forwards
remembering my experiences, thoughts and feelings.  She was waiting for me
to tell her, and I would.  I began by talking about Lottie and what we did.
Yes, I told her everything about our filthy games and how I loved it.  God!
I don't know where I found the nerve to do so but I did and she sat and
listened without comment.  Then I told her about the magazines and how
woman were using the other one's mouths as toilets.  I told her everything
but I never told her about the poo stuff, somehow I just couldn't bring
myself to do that...  and yet...  for some strange reason I wanted to.  I
felt limp when I'd finished, she was the only living person I had ever told
any of this to, it felt like a great burden had been lifted off my
shoulders and now it was up to her to do as she wished.

   What would she do?  She sat there and didn't move; her eyes weren't
focusing on me she was looking over my shoulder at the wall and thinking.
After a while, it could have been minutes or second, she blinked and
returned to me, and for the first time I'd seen her she blushed and looked
down at her hands for a moment before looking back up at me with a toss of
her head that sent her beautiful dark hair flying over her shoulders.

   "You like the taste of this then?" She asked searching my eyes
carefully. It was true.  How could I deny it, I nodded and whispered ever
so quietly, so quietly that I hardly heard my own words, that I did.

   She nodded then smiled wanly and gently brushed a few strands of loose
hair from around my ears before kissing me slowly on the lips, murmuring
softly into my mouth.  "Would you like to taste mine?"

   I gulped, hardly believing my ears.  The words I had heard in so many
fantasies were slipping between my lips from hers, and spoken with such
tenderness and love.

   "I would like you to drink from me.  My piss.  My piss from my cunt
darling.  I would like you to drink it before you leave this room."

   "Yes...yes please Alexia, I'd love to." I whispered.

   She looked into my eyes for a moment and then she nodded, a saucy grin
spread across her face.  "Be a good girl for Mamma then."

   "I'll be a good girl kind lady." I giggled in my best little girl's
voice.

   "That naughty mouth of yours" she sighed dramatically..." it's such a
very, very naughty little mouth to make me feel sooo...  How I dreamt about
it last night." She shuddered deliciously and then continued in a petulant
voice.  "I hardly had any beauty sleep at all because of you."

   "Oh Alexia," I sighed adoringly, "you're beautiful anyway, you don't
need any more, you're more lovely than anyone else I've ever seen." I
smiled inwardly at the sight of the worldly Alexia blushing at my childish
amateur dramatics, her long lashes brushing against her pink cheeks as she
batted her eyes with pleasure.

   "Oh you minx!  You naughty thing you." She chuckled as she caught my
grin.  "Ooh!!  You had just better be good young lady." She said steering
my head downwards.  "Such a naughty little girl you are..."

   A neat tuft of dark hair the colour of burnt grass, perched proudly
above her glistening lips.  I flicked my tongue tip over them both making
them tremble and vibrate in time with my licking, before capturing them one
by one between my lips and sucking them hard enough to make her gasp. 
Despite my own eagerness, I couldn't resist the temptation to play with
them, pulling the pink petals as far as I could with my lips to see how far
they would stretch and then releasing them with a twang, and doing the same
again until Alexia grasped my cheeks between her palms and thrust her cunt
into my face impatiently.

   I took the hint and began licking inside her, feeling the heat warm my
cheeks and panicking for a moment as her rich vaginal juices suddenly
flooded into my mouth.  Once I'd got over the surprise they acted like an
aphrodisiac, I began to moan, licking and sucking inside her, moving up and
down and from side to side in untutored abandonment.  In spite of my
amateurish fervour, Alexia was enjoying my efforts, I could tell that by
the way she followed my movements, churning her sex into my face and
twisting my hair in her hands.

   "Oh sweet Jesus, that's beautiful darling!" She hissed.  "Oh...yes! 
Just like that...  Just like that!"

   Letting go of my hair she used her fore and index fingers to pull back
its protective hood and reveal her clitoris.  I was taken aback by how
large it was compared to mine; it stood stiff and erect, demanding my
attention.  She thrust her hips up into my chin by way of a hint and I
gazed for a second at the glistening pink spire, and then gave it a
tentative stroke with the tip of my tongue.

   A small cry erupted from her, I thought it sounded like someone stepping
into icy water and I looked up to her furrowed brows and tightly shuteyes.
I flicked my tongue once more over the tip while my eyes watched her face.
It tightened in ecstasy and then her lips parted to release a low moan that
turned into an anguished sob, so tortured sounding that I paused in case I
had hurt her.  Of course I had done no such thing, the only thing I could
have done to upset her was to do what I was doing right now, nothing.

   "DON'T!!!" she cried.

   I felt a double attack from two hands pushing my head back down while an
upwards one from her thrusting hips soon had me back where she wanted me
with my face planted firmly in her twitching cunt.  However, just to
reinforce the message and perhaps also to add a bit of substance to it as
well, I felt my cheeks being squished by two soft thighs and my back being
criss-crossed by her legs as she encased me in her grip.  It was gloriously
sensual, the feel of her silky calves wrapped around my back like that, and
especially erotic for me as I could sense a steely strength within the
supple flesh that wasn't going to allow me to go anywhere.  I continued
licking the tender nub, flicking, sucking and kissing its length and tip
over the next half an hour with Alexia getting noisier all the time.

   "Ohhh yes you sweet little darling.  Oh you have such a wonderful mouth!
Press it to my cunt...  Yes, that's it!  That's it sweetie!  Keep going...!
Keep going...!  Don't stop!  Whatever you do, don't stop.  Oh my, that's
beautiful I love seeing your face between my thighs like that.  I'm going
to come right in your pretty little mouth!"

   Her climax was shattering; her cries and garbled instructions to me -
some in French and some in English - together with the jangling of the
mattress filled my ears.  Then she gave a choked cry and turned her face
round to bite the pillow, stuffing her mouth with the soft material to
stifle her screams as she went rigid and filled my mouth with her milky
essence.  I waited for her to calm down, and then after a few minutes
cautiously raised my head only to have its progress stopped by her hands.
She raised her legs up off the bed; bending them at the knees and bringing
them back up to squash against her breasts and for the first time I was
looking into her brown puckered anus.

   She smiled dreamily at me and pointed to the opening with her finger
saying a single.  "Please."

   I knew what to do next and slipped my tongue into the opening, tasting
the dark bitter rosebud and wriggling it around inside causing her to let
out her breath in a deep sigh of satisfaction at my willingness to perform
the lewd favour.  It wasn't as wet as her pussy was, but was still moist
and had a bitter tang to it.  As my tongue pushed deeper it became even
stronger and even though I knew what it was, I wasn't as revolted as I
thought I might have been.  I felt her push me gently away and then she
bent down and kissed me hurriedly on the mouth.

   "Oh darling let me turn round for you.  I want you to see my sexy globes
properly, kiss my ass and then push your lovely face in-between the cheeks
to seek out my hole again.  It is better this way you can go in deeper and
that is what I want." With that, she did a quick turn and knelt down with
her face resting on the pillow and her buttocks pointing in the air.

   I didn't need to be told again, kissed rained over her suntanned cheeks
from my hungry lips, soft ones at first and then open mouthed as I sucked
the quivering bum flesh into my mouth and tasted its essence.  I ran my
tongue back towards her anus and kissed the hole like a lover on her first
date, my first date with my lover's ass-hole.  She moaned as I began
sucking and licking and pushing my tongue into her bitter shit hole and I
felt her rubbing her ass into my face, up and down and from side to side in
a slow provocative dance as she played and frigged with her squelching
fanny.

   "Yes!!!  Yes!!!  Oh yes my angel, make your tongue into a spear and send
it deeper...Oh yes!  That's it lover keep going!!...Keep going!  Don't
stop! Don't stop!  Don't stop!" She wailed.  "Don't stop sucking me!  Suck
it!  Suck it darling!  Suck it!  Eat my ass-hole.  Eat all of it!"

   My nose was being squashed flat, smothered in pillows of thrusting ass
flesh as my face bisected her straining mounds, yet I didn't mind.  I loved
the taste of her; even though I knew where the taste on my tongue was
coming from, I didn't mind.  I thought of the pictures in the magazine, the
ones that repulsed me, only now they didn't, the thought of Alexia doing
the unspeakable became a yearning so strong that I wept into the dark hole
from where my lover would satisfy me.

   We made love throughout the rest of the morning and into the afternoon
with me paying heated lip service to both of her holes.  We'd lay back on
the messed up sheet in-between bouts and Alexia would whisper sweet
obscenities into my ears, telling me of the things she liked and how she
wished me to do them.  It felt grown up and deliciously decedent having a
naked women lying next to me, her body close up to mine as she talked so
matter-of-fact about intimate parts of her anatomy.  Her voice was low and
musical, I loved her deep French accent pronouncing words like 'cunt'
'anus' 'ass-hole' and phrase such as 'drinking my cum', 'swallowing all of
it' and other lewd phrases and ideas.

   She wasn't completely selfish though, once she slid down my body and
brought me to the most fantastic orgasm with her lips and tongue. 
Afterwards I sat on the edge of the bed as she stood on the floor on one
leg while she lifted the other up and draped it over my shoulder.  It was a
marvellous position for me to look up into both her vagina and anus and
then suck each one alternatively to the sound of her whispered
instructions.

   We carried on through the morning and into the late afternoon until
finally, she climbed up my body and kissed me lazily on the lips.  "My
beautiful Hazel that was the most wonderful sex I've ever had.  Even my
beloved husband had never brought me to such peaks of ecstasy as you have.
Thank you.  Thank you mon chérie.  I think it is time for you to go back to
the pool and wait for your Mamma and Papa, it is almost 3 o'clock and they
shall surely be back soon.  There is just one more thing I wish to do with
you."

   She said with a flash of her eyes as she straddled me and climbed up to
my face and then with her fingers, spread open the delicate petals of her
cunt.

   "Open wide for me.  Be a good girl for Mamma." She said with twinkling
eyes.

   My heart began pounding in my ribs so hard I knew we could both hear it.
I looked up into the pink wrinkled lips of her limp labia and then up
further to see her breasts rising and falling in time to her breathing,
then finally up to her face looking down at me just as the first drops
spilled onto my tongue.  It was bliss!

   Oh God that first taste of pee.  It coursed down my throat in hot golden
waves down to my stomach, and I guzzled it down as though it was the most
precious nectar in the entire world.  Some hit the roof of my mouth and it
sprayed back landing on my nose and chin, some even in my eyes, which made
me, close them tight and just swallow.  The taste was incredible after all
the fantasising I'd done...  bitter and pungent, quite saline in fact, but
for all of that indescribably erotic.

   Can something taste erotic?  I think so.  This did anyway; the knowledge
of where it was coming from and whom it was coming out of was almost too
much.  The difference in our ages made it all the more forbidden; there I
was, a young girl lying face up on a bed while a beautiful woman older than
my mother squatted over my mouth and emptied her bladder.  I wanted the
moment to last forever, like a creature caught in amber I wanted time to
stand still with me drinking her sparkling piss throughout eternity.

   "Beautiful!!!  Oh mon chérie, I think I'm falling in love with you." She
sighed gently "You're doing that so beautifully, I can see you love
drinking my pee."

   On and on she went; it seemed that she must have been storing it inside
her nearly all day.  She hadn't used the loo since I'd been with her. 
She'd even drank coffee, but that was hours ago no wonder she was bursting
to go.  I became dizzy with lust as I drank, never thinking it would stop,
although fortunately it did because my stomach was nearly bursting with
urine.

   "My, my!" She exclaimed delightedly with a clap of her hands.  "You
never spilled a drop.  That is incredible mon chérie!  Bravo!  Bravo!"

   I felt proud of myself when I sat up and felt the dry bed sheets; it was
amazing how I'd managed to take it all down without making a mess except
for a few drops on my face.  Afterwards when we were dressed I said, "I
loved that Alexia, I love drinking from you.  Thank you."

   "It was beautiful for me too." She said as she encased me in her arms
and kissed me on the lips.  "Was it as good as the naughty pictures in the
magazine perhaps?"

   "Oh better, much better..." I said biting me lips.  I wanted to tell her
about the other photos, the ones where the women were doing more than just
golden showers, the really dirty ones and I knew that now was the time; I
would never get the chance again.  I wanted Alexia to use me that way more
than anything else I had ever wanted in my life.  I fought the croak in my
voice as my throat began drying up and continued as coherently as I could.
"Alexia, about the pictures...  that isn't all they were doing...  you
know...  I mean drinking."

   "Oh?"

   "I love your bottom, I think it's glorious...  it's a very special part
of you.  In the magazine they were doing things with their bottoms that I'd
like you to do to me.  They were eating...  eating...  their...  Oh dam
it!" I exclaimed loosing patience with myself as I saw a secret smile
playing on the corner of her mouth.  Did she already know what I wanted to
say?  Taking a very deep breath.  "Will you shit in my mouth?" I exclaimed.


   "Of course.  But not now, you will have to come tomorrow morning.  I
have gone already today and will not need to again." My lips must have been
trembling in shock because she giggled at me and then bent down and held
them with her own lips in a sudden kiss 'to stop my lips shaking off from
my face' she said.  "And your precious eyes mon chérie, they are on long
stalks now I think."

   She'd said she would.  She'd said yes!  Oh my god I couldn't believe we
were actually going to...  Something I'd thought revolting before today,
just to gross to think about or contemplate, but now to have my wonderful
lover do just that...  The thought was suddenly beautiful, to me it was the
most intimate act two people could share together, an act of total
adoration and trust, it was the closest form of communion we could share.
She would offer me the fruits of her exquisite body and I would accept them
into mine.

   She asked me how I would be able to see her without my parents finding
out and emphasised the need for discretion.  I reassured her by saying I'd
go down to the beach with them in the morning and then come back to her
room using and excuse, perhaps by telling them I'd got to go back to the
room to use the toilet and I'd be back as soon as I could.

   She thought for a moment at that, pursing her lips as she considered the
pros and con's of my idea before giving a nod.  "Ok.  So be it then." She
exclaimed abruptly.  "What time do you think you will be here by?"

   "Oh, about tenish." I said.

   "Ok" She said opening the door for me to leave.

   "Bye Alexia." I whispered as I sidled past her robed figure.

   "Hazel."

   "Yes?" I stopped.

   "Make sure you do not change your mind.  Don't disappoint." She said
with an admonishing tap on the nose.  I was elated as I walked down the
hotel corridor; I know she wanted it to happen as much as I did!  YES!!!



   Chapter 3

   I slept well despite the butterflies in my stomach whenever I thought of
the coming day.  I awoke feeling refreshed but skipped breakfast and
instead only had fruit juice.  That wasn't unusual; I rarely ate anything
before midmorning.  Today though would be different, I would be eating very
soon.  The vileness of the act, something that horrified me before I met
the beautiful Alexia made my thighs tingle in anticipation.

   Once on the beach Mum and Dad laid out on their sun beds basking in the
warm morning sun.  I decided to wait half an hour before making an excuse
to go back to the hotel, I'd tell them I needed to go back to the room for
something and then have a look around the hotel shops.  It shouldn't take
too long to do what Alexia and I had planned.  In the meantime, I bided my
time and lay next to Mums sun bed.  I cast my gaze over her and compared
her to Alexia.

   She wasn't as tall, probably about medium height for a woman and she was
slimmer too.  Her breasts were smaller, but not bad either they looked
quite perky in her small flowered bikini.  She was rather pretty really, a
pleasing oval face nice blue eyes and a sharp perky nose.  Her hair was
dark and wavy; about the same length as Alexia's, in fact it looked pretty
similar.  Mum had paler skin though, it was pastel, and smooth, lovely and
soft looking and I idly wondered what it felt like to touch.  I found
myself looking at her in a completely different way and I realised how much
my day with Alexia had changed me, I was becoming interested in my own
mother in a sexual sense and that surprised me.  I felt pretty breathless
by the time I made my excuses and left.  Mum just smiled and told me it was
okay; she didn't seem to bother while Dad just nodded okay.

   I had a feeling of deja vu as I walked along the hotel corridors past
the other holidaymakers and entered the lift.  I felt the butterfly's
fluttering around in my stomach, and then caught my reflection from the
shiny steel lift console as I stood waiting in my skimpy bikini.  I looked
eager, and so alive, almost at though I had a halo of vitality feeding me
with energy.  The lift came to a halt; I walked along the tiled corridor
that led to her room and knocked on the door.  It opened to reveal my
lover, a tall statuesque goddess of an erotic beauty that even now I find
hard to describe.  She was clad in a skimpy black basque and suspenders and
fishnet stockings with no panties to restrict my view of her gaping sex.

   "Come in mon chérie, I thought I would look special for you today."

   "Wow!" I exclaimed as the door closed behind me.  "Oh Alexia, you look
just like the women in the magazine."

   "That was the idea.  Kiss me." She ordered huskily.

   Our lips met in a hungry embrace.  Hers lips felt moist and warm as we
caressed each other's tongues and drank each other's mouths.  My hands
roamed over her back, past the silky corset before dropping to her buttocks
and caressing the soft naked globes.

   "Eat me." She gasped as she broke the kiss and pushed me onto the floor.


   "We haven't time Alex..."

   "We have darling, just do it." She insisted with her voice ending in an
urgent hiss.

   I dropped down before her aided by her guiding hands, which steered my
head into position.  Then I reached out my tongue and licked her lips
through the dark hairs of her vagina.  Her other hand left my head and
reached down in between her thighs to open her pink juicing sex wider
still.

   "Just flick the end of my clitoris, that's all I need." She groaned.

   I couldn't mistake the stiff nodule of flesh that stood out waiting for
me like a small pink penis.  My tongue swept over it with quick flicking
sidestrokes, upstrokes and then round and round as her hand tugged at my
hair.  I realized she was close to orgasm.  She must have been aching for
my tongue well before I knocked on her door.  Her hands left my hair as she
began to thrust herself into my face with low growls.

   Her hands took a cruel grip on my ears to hold me in place as she began
fucking my young mouth, making a boisterous start to the morning as she
moaned and groaned her way to orgasm.  I closed my eyes when she suddenly
stopped grinding and with a loud cry shot her first wad of cum soup into my
mouth.  She came like an express train pulling her hips back and then
slamming them against my mouth, her pelvis hurting my teeth with her
ferocity as she squirted me another mouthful.  Desperate whimpers filled
the room as she jockeyed her sex against my mouth straining to pump her cum
down my throat.  It took seemed like an eternity before she quietened down
but gradually she did and after a time I made to pull back but found her
hands still gripping me in place.

   "Open your mouth again darling." She said in a dreamy far off voice.

   I knew what was coming next and eagerly complied with her request.

   It came out in a hissing torrent, filling me up completely and spilling
from my mouth even as I swallowed.  Then I found a rhythm with my throat
and started taking it down in thirsty gulps to add to the cum that was
already in my stomach.  She pulled back and put her hands behind her
buttocks as she guided a long golden arc against the back of my mouth,
grinning triumphantly at me as I looked up at her.  She was salty this
morning her pee was much stronger than yesterday and I realized this must
be her first one of the day, no wonder it tasted so bitter.  I held my
tongue out as her flow slowed to a trickle, feeling the pungent liquid
patter against the sensitive flatness of it, each drop hot and exciting to
the taste until she stopped altogether.

   "Umm.....so nice." I murmured running my tongue over my lips.

   She gave a throaty chuckle and then pulled me up and led me to the
bathroom where she pointed to a clear plastic mat.

   "Are you ready mon chérie?" she asked smiling into my eyes.  My gaze
swept over her stunning beauty, clad in the shiny tight basque and looking
like a Persian Princess.  I wanted this more than ever; I absolutely
couldn't live without it.

   "Yes." I nodded.  "Fill me up.  Make me eat everything."

   She smiled enigmatically and pointed once more to the mat.

   "You'll get all you deserve you naughty little girl."

   I blushed and took my place on the bathroom floor, my mouth already
agape like a bird waiting for its mother to feed it.  If only I had known!
She stepped into my view, a foot on either side of me as she faced my feet
and then went into a slow lewd squat.  I looked up and saw her pubic mound
surrounded my its forest of hairs and above it her asshole brown and
wrinkly.  She bent over more so she could get her arse over my face, her
perfect domes looking smooth and supple, making me want to bury my face
between them and suck the soft flesh into my mouth.

   "Ugh!"

   A grunt then a push as her anus twitched and took on the shape of a
volcano as it pouted outwards and spewed forth a long column of soft brown
shit.  The fart that came with it was foul yet paradoxically fantastic and
the feel of her shit entering my mouth was beyond description.  I let out a
low groan and sank my teeth into the luxurious turd feeling it coat my gums
and squish into the roof of my mouth.  My eyelids fluttered in ecstasy as I
chewed with relish this nectar from my goddess.  Cloying and heavy at first
it oh so easily dissolved in my warm salvia.  It tasted of the strongest
Camembert; rich and very ripe it breached the barricade of my senses and
overwhelmed me totally.

   "Mmmm Oh...  Alexia yes do...  Mphh!" A torrent of hot cac spattered
into my mouth accompanied by a barrage of farts.  Hot and scalding, molten
against the sensitive lining of my mouth, her semi liquid shit took on the
feel and taste of runny diarrhoea.

   "Ohh yes.  Oh that's hot!  Ohh!"

   Her groans echoed round the tiled room but soon were joined by mine as I
swallowed her filthy goo.  On and on it came, coiling and winding out of
her buttocks like icing from a cake flute; it filled my mouth and rose from
my lips in brown glistening coils.

   "Mphh" Mmmm!  Mmmm!!"

   "Eat it lover girl.  Eat it and swallow it all.  Isn't this just what
you wanted my little slave?" She gabbled excitedly.

   So much of it, I never expected so much of it, as hard as I chewed and
swallowed it still kept coming until my jaws ached and my mouth felt sore.
Yet I ate everything, every mouthful and every morsel was devoured until
her bowels gave an empty fart and a few stray clods of shit splattered
across my lips.  My mouth was empty but she wasn't done with me yet;
giggling she sat on my face trapping my mouth and nose between her brown
slimy trench.

   "Lick me clean girlfriend.  Clean me all up. .  Hmm . . .  Yes all of it
sweet darling. . . .All of it!"

   Rubbing her buttocks form my chin to my forehead she coated my face in a
film of her shit, pieces of it even forcing there way up my nose and loose
nodules squishing between my lips as she set up an insane fuck dance. 
Licking and groaning I swept my tongue deep into her bowels as I searched
for more to eat, I never wanted to stop.

   Suddenly she stood up and walked away and I lifted my head to see where
she'd gone

   Then I heard a voice that I knew, one that shouldn't have been there.

   "Hazel."

   "Oh God...!  Mom!?!"

   "Yes dear, it's Mommy.  Get cleaned up then come to the bedroom, I want
to talk."

   My mind felt numb as I showered in a daze feeling like death warmed up
while Mom and Alexia retreated to the bedroom.  I managed to get myself
clean and dry, then covered myself with a bath towel and joined them.  They
were sat side by side on the bed but moved apart to let me sit in the
middle.  I turned to look at Alexia but she turned away guiltily and
couldn't meet my eyes.  I felt my mothers hand on my thigh, she was still
wearing the bikini she'd been wearing on the beach and I was conscious of
her soft flesh against mine as I sat pressed against her on the bed.

   "Hazel, don't worry I'm not angry" she sighed.  "But I think I should
explain."

   "How did you know Mom?  How did you get in?" I asked feeling hurt and
ashamed.

   "Alexia gave me her spare key; I slipped in just as you went to the
bathroom."

   I glanced at Alexia but she appeared to be studying the floor, I'd never
felt so betrayed in my life.  How could she do this to me and why?"

   "Don't blame Alexia baby" said Mom softly.  "All this was my idea... 
Let me explain.  Alexia and I have known each other since we were children.
She used to live in England when her family came to work there and we went
to the same school.  We became friends...  the best of friends and we've
remained so for all these years.  She's only been living in France these
last two years and up until then we were very close.  We tell each other
everything, we have no secrets, but at the same time we aren't lovers."

   I looked at Alexia again and she nodded slightly.

   "It is true Hazel, we are the best of friends your mother and I."

   "Let me go back to the time I discovered you and Lottie in the garage."
She continued.  "I was shocked at first and upset so I told you off.  Then
later the more I thought about it and what I'd seen you doing...  drinking
Lottie's pee...  the more excited I became.  My maternal instincts took
second place.  Eventually it became an obsession...  you see Hazel; I
imagined I was Lottie and you were drinking my pee.  I fantasized about
having you make love to me in bed, then leading you by the hand and taking
you to the bathroom where I'd stand over you and piss in your mouth.  You
would always drink from me and you'd swallow everything."

   I gulped with shock, my mother, my own mother...  Oh my god!  Then shock
turned to something else and I realized how much I really wanted this very
sexual woman.  I felt a tingling in my loins at the thought of her wanting
me like that.

   "Alexia knew of my desire for you, as I say we have no secrets.  When I
told her of what I'd seen you doing and what I wanted you to do for me she
was intrigued, then when I showed her your photo she said she could
understand why.  Even though Alexia has never counted herself, a lesbian
she found you exciting.  I never stopped talking about you darling, and as
you see, eventually we hatched this plan to go on holiday and have her stay
in the same hotel as us.  She would attempt to seduce you and take you for
her lover.  Dad was in on it too; he's known about my feelings all the time
and finds the whole idea a huge turn on."

   "Dad?!" I blurted.

   "Uh huh...  Let me continue." She said stroking my thigh.  "I was
worried about seducing you myself in case you'd grown out of the idea of
doing things with other girls so we had the idea of Alexia trying to seduce
you, and if it didn't work out then you wouldn't have to see her again. 
Where as if I tried and it went wrong we would still have to live together.
Can you imagine how intolerable that would be?"

   I nodded seeing the sense in her words.

   "So Alexia did." I said with comprehension dawning.  "It was lucky that
I wanted to do the pee thing, you can't have known I'd still want to after
all those years ago."

   "Well...  I tried to keep you interested.  You know the magazines you
found in the field?"

   "How do..." Then it became clearer still.  "You mean it was...?"

   "Me." She finished for me.  "I knew you played in that field and I also
knew you had a den there.  I put them where I thought you'd find them and
eventually you did.  I wanted to get you interested in all the things the
women were doing.  All of them!"

   The implications of her last sentence startled me.

   "Even the poo stuff?" I said quietly feeling suddenly light headed.

   Her eyes met mine and I saw lust burning within them as she lifted my
chin and kissed me softly on the lips before darting her tongue out and
tracing it along my ear before whispering huskily.

   "Especially that.  You see...  I didn't just want you to drink my pee; I
wanted to shit in your beautiful little mouth too."

   I suddenly saw it happening.  Mom squatting over me with her beautiful
ass staring me in the face, and me with my mouth open.  Oh god yes!  I
wanted it to happen so badly.  I turned my face and kissed her back
hungrily.

   "Yes Mom, I want it too."

   "Oh my darling..." she whispered hurriedly before returning my kiss with
real passion, clasping my face in her hands and moaning softly.  We broke
the kiss and I looked at Alexia wanting to reassure her that I wasn't angry
anymore.  I reached out, touched her hand, and gave it a squeeze.

   "Thank you Alexia.  I'm not cross anymore, nor upset, if it hadn't been
for you me and mom might not have..." I paused not knowing how to continue.
Of course we hadn't done anything yet, but it looked as though we were
going to and when we did...  well, that would all be down to Alexia, my
beautiful wonderful woman.

   She leaned towards me and brushed her lips against mine.

   "Thank you darling, I have to leave for the airport very soon; I'm so
glad we're leaving as friends.  And don't forget you and your mother can
always come and visit me." She said, her face lighting up.

   "That would be marvellous Alexia," said mom with a mischievous look on
her face "I'll look forward to that.  I'm sure I can find something to do
and leave you and Hazel together for a day."

   "Oh yes please." I said earnestly.

   "Thank you that would be wonderful." Smiled Alexia as she got up from
the bed.  "Ah well my dears, now I must get my cases ready so I can go.  I
don't want to but..." She shrugged her shoulders and began putting on her
underwear but then she stopped and raised her eyebrows.  "Unless you wish
to make toilet love before you go.  I would like very dearly to watch you
have your first time."

   "Well Hazel" Mom said giving me a steady look.  "I'm ready dear; it
would be nice to let Alexia watch."

   I nodded in agreement.  Mom was right Alexia deserved to watch, if she
enjoyed what she saw then maybe it would be a way of thanking her.

   "Very well." Said Mom standing up and stripping out of her bikini to
reveal a neat figure, not as voluptuous as Alexia's but pert and sassy.  We
walked into the bathroom hand in hand until we came to the mat where I let
go of her hand and lay down on the floor expectantly.

   "You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment." She said
with feeling as she squatted over me and went into a low crouch with her
pale buttocks inches away from my face.  "I'm going to shit in your mouth
darling...  I'm going to give you my shit to feast on and you're going to
fucking eat everything." The last sentence was said in a voice shaking with
lust.

   Alexia stood to the side of us, watching intently as her hand played
between her thighs.

   I gazed up at my mothers brown asshole just as it began twitching ready
to release its load and brought my hand up.  The sphincter surged and
distended against my fingers.  I cupped my hand beneath her anus and felt a
warm nugget ooze into my palm!

   I brought the treasure to my face.  It was smooth, oval, a rich,
chocolate brown.  She watched as I pressed my lips to the succulent warmth,
and then traced it with my tongue.  I let its flavour infuse my cells, and
then bit it apart and swallowed it.

   "Mmmm," she cooed.  "Sweet.  You like that, Baby?"

   "God, Yes," I breathed.

   "Swallowing my poop?"

   I shuddered a weak yes.

   "I love you." She breathed.

   Then my lips fell upon her little anal mouth.  I kissed it
affectionately, traced its delicious contours with my tongue.  It pooched
out in response.  I enclosed it, drawing it to me.

   It suddenly vibrated noisily, and my mouth was filled with air from
inside her.  I swallowed it hungrily, and slid my tongue into the centre of
the ring.  My slithering tongue pressed against the succulent surface of
her warm excrement, penetrated it as it drifted lusciously toward me.  Her
anal ring expanded against my lips, opened, extricating my tongue, and then
her profuse treasure was gliding into my mouth, filling me!

   "Oh, God hazel, " she moaned, her bowels unfolding lavishly in my mouth,
their soft, juicy essence melting into me, filling the corners of my mouth,
breaking apart under my tongue, gliding easily and lusciously down my
throat and into my stomach.

   My mother's faeces inside me!

   I devoured her.

   When her abdominal treasures were finally gone, I devotedly cleaned her
honeyed anal ravine with my tongue.  The precious little ring was loosened
and soft.  I could easily slide my tongue deep inside her heavenly rectum,
which was now empty.  It opened to my exploration.  The flesh inside was as
soft as rose petals.  I wanted to crawl inside, right into her bowels to be
totally at one with her.

   That was five years ago, it's amazing how time flies.  Mom and me are
still lovers, Dad's a brick, I love him; he's so understanding.  He's just
knocked on my door a few minutes ago to say Mom's ready for me.  So I'm
going to leave you now, it's time to be with her in the bathroom where my
mouth is needed once again.  The one person who I have to thank for
everything is the beautiful French Lady, the other woman in my life.  She
moved back to England a couple of years ago and needless to say is a
frequent visitor to our home.

   The end

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