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Authors name: Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
Story title : Andrea and Gillian - Part 1 of 3

Domination of a submissive woman by a confident man.

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Andrea and Gillian. Part 1 (MFf, NC, Humil)
by Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)

                         ***
This story is dedicated to Melanie - she knows why.
                         ***


I had returned to Wales for a week to recover after the 
events in Switzerland and I already had my flight booked 
to go back to finish the job there before the end of 
Jonathan and Jane's honeymoon (see `The Climbing Hut'). I 
needed some entertainment while I was back in the valley 
and, looking out of my window, I began to wonder if it 
had arrived!!

I saw a removal van pull up at the house next door. It 
was followed by a small car out of which got a woman in 
her early thirties and a girl of about fifteen. The woman 
was about five foot eight and blonde with long hair 
falling to just past her shoulders. From what I could see 
at a distance she looked rather pretty although her 
figure was hidden under a loose sweater but she was 
wearing jeans which displayed a promising bottom. The 
girl was slim and wearing tight jeans and wore a tee-
shirt revealing fairly small breasts which were just 
suited to her slender figure. It seemed probable that 
they were mother and daughter and there did not seem to 
be a man in evidence.

I spent the day on and off watching them move in and as 
it began to get dark and the removal van had left I took 
my drink on to my porch looking across from the shadow of 
my trees towards their lighted windows, on which of 
course, they had not yet had time to hang curtains. I 
watched them passing in front of the lighted windows from 
time to time. I was now much closer and I was pleased to 
see that I had not been wrong about the mother at all. 
She was an extremely pretty woman with very fair 
colouring admirably set off by her blonde hair. Now that 
she had taken off her sweater it was clear that she was 
well-made indeed. Her breasts were prominent although 
still not well displayed under a loose shirt but they 
appeared to have a fine tilt and hardly any sag. Her legs 
and bottom were now more clearly visible and as I was 
closer looked more than promising. She had long slender 
legs running all the way up to a firm bottom, her plump 
buttock cheeks well displayed by the tight denim.

I paid a little more attention to the daughter. As I had 
thought she was slim, much slimmer than her mother with 
long legs and a rather small firm bottom. Her breasts 
were not as small than I had thought earlier making 
perceptible mounds in her tee-shirt. She was also rather 
pretty but not as good-looking as her mother. She would 
benefit from the passing of a couple more years to allow 
her to fill out and to mature a little.

I had just returned to Wales from Switzerland following 
my encounter with Jonathan (see `The Climbing Hut') and I 
had three days before I planned to return to renew my 
acquaintance with him and to meet his wife Jane, a 
meeting that I had threatened, that he was terrified of 
but that would happen anyway. I needed some entertainment 
for the next three days and it looked as though it had 
just moved in next door. How convenient!!! It was getting 
late and I watched the windows next door until the lights 
went out.  It was now becoming rather cold as the evening 
dew began to form. I watched the moon rise over the 
shoulder of the mountain and went into my cottage to make 
some provisional plans.

The daughter was probably too young and inexperienced to 
make her a satisfying target but she was extremely useful 
in that her being around would allow me to terrify the 
mother into doing anything  I wanted. However, one can 
never tell what may develop! Those of you have become 
acquainted with me will know that physical domination is 
not enough for me. I like to get into the heads of the 
people I encounter so that it changes them and they are 
remade by their meetings with me. I poured myself a drink 
and sat looking into the fire as I listened to the wind 
rattling the windows of the old cottage. I slowly thought 
the situation through and made some tentative plans, 
necessarily tentative, since I had limited time and it 
was impossible really to foresee what tomorrow may bring. 
I finished my drink, put out the lamp and went to bed 
falling immediately into the dreamless sleep which seems 
the birthright of those who have no conscience.

The following morning I arose early and went for a walk 
up the mountain. I watched the sun rise and looked down 
at my cottage and the small house next door. I had taken 
a small but powerful pair of binoculars with me, not 
really expecting to see anything. How wrong I was!!. The 
mother and daughter appeared to think that the house 
already had curtains, or perhaps they thought that the 
shattered rock and heather slopes of the mountain which 
began at the bottom of their small garden were too 
uninviting for anyone to be up there at that time.

The first one I saw was the daughter. I could see right 
into her bedroom and she had already got up when I saw 
her first. She was wearing a tight tee-shirt and a small 
pair of black panties which clung to and outlined the 
soft curve of her young bottom. I paid more attention to 
her breasts.  Although she seemed a late developer for 
her age under the tight tee-shirt she displayed very 
promising breast mounds. Her legs were long and lovely 
and nicely complemented her tight young bottom. She had 
tied her hair in a neat pony tail.

I switched my attention to the kitchen window and was 
rewarded by the sight of the mother bending forward over 
the sink. I instantly saw that I would not be 
disappointed!. They must have spent the day yesterday 
heating the small house and left the heaters on all night 
because the mother was just dressed in a shortie nightie 
and a pair of matching panties in black nylon which left 
little to the imagination. The nightie had a low cut 
bodice which clung to and accentuated her firm breasts. I 
could see that my original impression had not been 
mistaken. She had very firm outstanding breasts with 
hardly any sag, quite impressive in a woman her age. They 
were so clearly defined by the thin nylon that even at 
this distance I could see the prominent bulges of her 
nipples against the material and the dark circles of what 
looked like rather large areolae. As the morning light 
shone through the kitchen window it illuminated her 
figure as though by a spotlight. Her hair was loose 
falling in blonde waves to just below her shoulders and I 
could see that her face was unlined and as pretty as I 
had previously thought.

Even at this distance my binoculars showed that she had 
the wide blue eyes that so often accompany fair 
colouring. She had a long slender neck supported on 
rather square shoulders. The expanse of her prominent 
bosom tapered to a slender but not thin waist and then 
broadened to roomy, but not fat, hips. As she turned I 
could see the outline of a prominent pubic mound defined 
by the tight high-cut panties. When her back was to me as 
she reached up to a high shelf throwing the muscles of 
her calves and thighs in sharp relief. The dimples in the 
soft flesh behind her knees disappeared as the skin 
tightened as she stretched. Her bottom was shown to 
advantage in this position as the nightie rode up and I 
could see the whole expanse of her buttocks hardly hidden 
by a thin film of taut nylon which caught in and defined 
the cleft between her cheeks.

"Very nice indeed," I thought, "that will do me fine for 
the next couple of days until I return to Switzerland."

I went down the mountain to my cottage where I had a 
quick breakfast. The windows were open and I could hear 
the sounds of female voices and laughter from next door 
as they settled in. I began to think that it was time 
that I introduced myself. I went round and tapped gently 
on the back door. The teenager opened it and looked 
enquiringly at me. Since I saw her from the mountain she 
had dressed in a short red pleated skirt about five 
inches above the knee and another tight tee-shirt. Her 
hair was still in the pony-tail. She looked even younger 
than I had originally thought.

"I live next door," I said, "Can I have a word with your 
mother?".

At this the mother came into the kitchen and gave me a 
ready smile. Her hair was still loose around her 
shoulders. She had dressed in a thin yellow house-dress, 
about an inch above the knee, fairly low-cut which showed 
the start of her cleavage. Here legs were bare. She 
motioned me into the room and I shut the door. She held 
out her hand with an infectious open friendliness and 
said, "We wondered who was living in the cottage next 
door. I am Andrea and this is my daughter, Gillian. 
Please sit down, we were about to have some coffee".

I sat and chatted as she fussed about getting coffee for 
us. I was watching her closely and my scrutiny was making 
her self-conscious.

"Just right," I thought,  "A little off balance is just 
fine by me".

Andrea chattered on inconsequentially and I just sat and 
quietly drank coffee watching the pair of them. It 
appeared that Gillian had been invited that evening to 
the Chapel youth club so that she could get to know some 
of the young people in the village. Things were working 
out quite nicely.

"You have an awful lot to do here, Andrea," I said 
quietly, "I have to go into Caernarfon this afternoon but 
I'll be back about four. If Gillian is going to be out 
why don't I come in and help you? You need some shelves 
putting up and the curtains should really be up before 
tonight".

Andrea looked doubtful. I had introduced myself by name 
when I came in and I now had an unexpected ally in 
Gillian.

"Go on, mum," she said eagerly, "if Mr Evans is here to 
help you, you won't be alone and I can stay at the youth 
club a little longer".

"Thanks very much," Andrea said shyly, "come round when 
you are free and we can have some supper before Gillian 
comes home".

She looked at me and blushed. It was clear that she feel 
a little excited and uncomfortable at the prospect of 
being alone with me. These were just the sort of feelings 
I wanted her to have. I left soon afterwards and drove 
down the pass into the town where I completed everything 
I had to do and returned to the cottage at about three 
o'clock. I had a long bath and changed into loose 
trousers with no underwear and a white silk polo-necked 
sweater. I went next door and tapped lightly.

Andrea opened the door almost immediately and smiled 
rather nervously at me. She had changed into a short 
white pleated skirt and a rather tight-fitting low-cut 
white blouse through which I could see the tantalizing 
lacy cups of her bra. She did not appear to be wearing a 
slip. She had put on dark stockings or tights since the 
morning. I thought that her attire was a little odd if 
she intended to do much in the way of putting up shelves 
and curtains!.

Gillian was dressed in a very pretty pale yellow high-
necked, rather short, dress and was also wearing dark 
stockings or tights. her little breasts bulging the dress 
front discreetly but sweetly.

"You look beautiful, Gillian," I said.

She blushed and smiled shyly at me. Just then we heard 
the sound of a car horn.

"That will be my lift," Gillian said brightly, "have 
fun!"

"Just a minute, Gillian," I said, taking a twenty pound 
note from my pocket and handing it to her. "Have a good 
time".

She gave a squeal of joy and pressed her slim young body 
against me for a moment, kissing my cheek and then she 
was gone. I looked around the room.  They had clearly 
been working very hard since the morning and the curtains 
were already up. The house was considerably tidier and a 
lot of the junk of the move was no longer evident. I 
smiled at Andrea.

"You don't seem to need me as much as you did this 
morning," I remarked, "you have got on very quickly".

"Yes," she answered, "once we started it all went well. I 
am really too tired to do any more tonight. Would you 
like to stay for supper?"

I thanked her and sat down on the large comfortable 
settee in front of the fire. Andrea got me a drink and 
was bustling around in the kitchen and I could smell a 
delicious aroma through the open door. I got up and went 
and stood in the open doorway watching her. As it had 
this morning it made her uncomfortable. She seemed very 
shy.  As she bent to the oven, her blouse fell away from 
her chest a little and I looked straight down into her 
bosom.  She had really splendid breasts standing high and 
proud with a very deep cleavage. She caught me watching 
her and she reddened under my scrutiny. I just smiled to 
myself. She served an excellent casserole and we had 
supper talking generally, or rather she was talking 
nervously, almost compulsively, and I was listening. I 
got the history of her and Gillian with no real 
difficulty. She was recently divorced and had come to 
Wales hoping for some quiet and a change of scene to try 
to put her life back in order.

We took our coffee and some rather nice brandy to the 
settee and I sat a little closer to her than she perhaps 
expected. I put my glass down and casually put my hand on 
her thigh just above the knee under the hem of her dress, 
caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh through her 
stocking with my fingers. She gasped and closed her 
thighs putting her hand over mine and trying to move it.

"My God!" she gasped, "what are you doing? You can't do 
that!"

I tilted her chin towards me and looked into her 
frightened eyes.

"You just think I can't," I said menacingly, "don't even 
try to struggle".

I had gathered from her general air both this morning and 
this evening that she was a submissive rather than a 
dominant personality which was good. I wanted to have 
everything I wanted from her without having to seriously 
physically hurt her too much. She looked terrified as her 
wide blue eyes gazed with horror into mine.

"You can have a choice," I said, "I want some fun for the 
next couple of days before I go away and it is either 
going to be with you or with Gillian".

"Oh my God!" she gasped again, "you couldn't be so wicked 
as to touch my baby. She is only fifteen".

"Well," I said, "the choice is yours. It is either you or 
your baby!".

She began to cry. Things were going rather well. Those of 
you that know me will know that I am never crude. I could 
have simply stripped and raped her but that would not 
have satisfied me. I needed to get inside her head and to 
allow her to humiliate herself. I wanted to remember the 
next couple of days. I took my hand off her knee and lay 
back looking at her.

"I could do with another drink," I said casually.

She jumped up as though the settee was red hot. Clearly 
she felt better if there was some distance between us. 
What she didn't realise was that I had also got up and 
followed her to the sideboard where the drinks were laid 
out on a small tray. When she tried to turn she realised 
that I was right behind her. She gasped and stiffened. I 
was also stiff and I moved closer so that my erect prick 
was pressed against the cleft of her bottom. I had her 
trapped against the sideboard and she could not move. I 
could feel her trembling and could hear her terrified 
panting breathing. I lowered my lips to her neck and 
gently kissed her just where her neck and shoulder 
joined. 

She shuddered. I put my hands lightly on her waist, well 
below her breasts and whispered into her ear, "Now we are 
going to have a little talk. There are a few things about 
you and Gillian that I want to know".

She gave a quiet sob. I kissed her neck again and as I 
bent forward I could see down her cleavage. I could also 
smell the perspiration of a frightened woman. I moved my 
hands slightly so that they were resting on the soft 
swell of her hips; I could feel the elastic of her 
panties through the thin dress and I could also feel the 
outline of a suspender belt. Good, she was wearing 
stockings, not tights.

"When were you last fucked?" I asked casually. She gave a 
loud gasp and stiffened in horror.

"You crude animal", she said harshly, her voice 
trembling. "You cant use that kind of language to me". I 
laughed again.

"You will be surprised what language we will both be 
using in the next couple of days, Andrea. Now, I don't 
usually ask questions twice but on this occasion I'll 
make an exception. You don't really need to find out what 
will happen if you are disobedient or if you annoy me. 
When were you last fucked?".

There was a long silence and I just stood holding her 
hips and waiting. I knew how frightened she was and that 
it would take her a moment or two to adjust to the 
situation and to get her thoughts straight. She had one 
or two attempts at answering and then stammered, "I told 
you that I was divorced. My marriage had not been good 
for a couple of years. My husband and I only made love 
about once a month and towards the end it was much less 
than that. I haven't made love for about a year".

"That's not what I asked you," I said, "I asked when you 
were last fucked. 

Now get the words right or you'll be sorry".

She tried desperately to get the words out but found it 
almost impossible. I knew how she was feeling but I also 
knew how important it was for her to realize that I was 
in complete control and could make her do anything I 
wanted. Finally she whispered wretchedly, "I was last 
fucked about a year ago"
"There you are," I said cheerfully, "that wasn't so hard 
was it? Now tell me about Gillian. She seems very young 
for her age. Do you think that she is a virgin?" I heard 
her horrified gasp.

"Of course she is a virgin," she stammered, "she has 
never had a serious boyfriend and her father was very 
cold towards her. She doesn't know how to behave around 
men". I laughed again.

"I think that I can help to bring Gillian on a little for 
you. Would you like that?"

She gasped with horror again and I could feel her body 
begin to tremble more under my hands. I slid my hands 
from her hips round on to her plump belly and pulled her 
firmly against my prick.

"Please leave Gillian alone," she begged, "I'll do 
anything". I just laughed and slid my hands back to her 
waist and kissed her neck. I took my hands from her 
waist, left her standing by the sideboard without 
touching her further and went and sat down on the settee.

"Bring my drink over here," I commanded brusquely, "put 
it on the table and stand in front of me".

She brought my drink and stood uncertainly in front of me 
twisting her hands nervously.

"I don't want to have to sit looking up at you," I said. 
"kneel down just in front of me".

The frightened woman did exactly as I had ordered her to 
without further protest. It was interesting how much 
domination I had already achieved by just holding her 
chin and threatening her with paying attention to 
Gillian.  She really was a truly submissive character. It 
was time to turn this more to my advantage.

"Now we are going to talk but when you are kneeling in 
this position, which you will be doing quite a lot, you 
put your hands behind your back keep your head up, 
looking into my eyes so that your breasts stick out, and 
you separate your thighs widely. If you forget I have 
ways of making you remember that you will surely regret. 
Now do it!"

Against her will but to afraid to refuse, the terrified 
woman put her hands behind her back and sat up with a 
straight back. Her prominent breasts were nicely 
displayed. She reluctantly began to open her thighs and, 
seeing the look in my eyes quickly continued until they 
were widely splayed. I looked down at her with some 
pleasure. She was an exciting, enticing sight for any 
man. Her blue eyes were wide with fear and her blonde 
hair fell in soft waves to her bare shoulders. In the 
position she had been forced to assume her breasts 
strained against the thin silk of her white blouse and 
the lacy cups of her bra were prominently displayed 
through the thin material. Her short skirt had ridden 
high on her plump thighs and I could see the tops of her 
stockings just under the hem of the skirt.

"Were you a virgin when you were married?" I asked 
casually, "I want you to tell me about your sexual 
experience with your husband before you were married. 
Tell me what you used to do together and how far your 
sexual experience extended. You better think carefully. I 
will give you one chance to choose the right words and I 
will correct you once only. After that I will punish you 
and you will be really sorry. Well, I'm waiting and my 
patience is running out!"

She went pale and clearly found talking about intimate 
subjects with a man difficult, particularly with a man 
who an hour after he had entered her house had her 
kneeling submissively in front of him with her thighs 
spread.

"I was a virgin" she whispered, "my husband never fucked 
me before we were married. He used to touch my breasts 
over the clothes when it was dark and once, when we were 
swimming he put his hand down inside my top on to my bare 
breast. He never touched my sex at all and I never 
touched his" I sat looking down at her with a faint 
smile.

"That was pathetic, Andrea. I told you to use the proper 
words and you know what they are. Now unless you want me 
to punish you, let's go over that again, for the last 
time and properly this time. This is what happened. You 
were last fucked a year ago. Your husband used to feel 
your pretty tits through your clothes and once he got his 
hand on your bare tit. He never felt your cunt and you 
never touched his prick before you were married. Is that 
right?". She looked up at me with horror, her body was 
trembling making her breasts quiver deliciously and 
nodded dumbly. I just looked at her.

"My husband used to feel my tits through my dress," she 
whispered, "but he never felt my cunt and I never saw or 
felt his prick until our wedding night".

"Did he have a big prick?" I asked, "how would you know 
anyway? How many pricks have you felt?"

"Just his," she whispered.

"All right then," I said, "feel mine and tell me if it is 
bigger"

"I couldn't!" she gasped in horror, "I just couldn't".

"You don't have a lot of choice," I said, "have you 
forgotten what I said about Gillian?" She began to cry 
quietly but took her hand from behind her back and began 
to move it towards my thigh. I just lay back with my 
thighs apart as she came between them to reach me.

"Pull my zip down and feel me properly, Andrea," I 
ordered. Her delicate hand reached for my zip and as she 
did, she bent towards me and the soft springy flesh of 
her tit pressed against my knee. She gasped but slowly 
pulled my zip down. She looked up at me, blushing and 
afraid. I pressed my knee against the flesh of her plump 
tit, making her gasp again.

"Don't move your body," I ordered, "just put your hands 
in my trousers and feel my prick and balls".

The frightened woman put her soft hand into my fly and 
gasped as she felt my hairy balls and the shaft of my 
semi-erect prick. Under her touch it quickly became 
firmer and protruded from my trousers. She hastily 
withdrew her hand.  I just looked at her and she quickly 
put her hand back on my prick.

"Did our husband like you to toss him off? I asked. She 
nodded, not speaking. 

"Well why don't you just give me a nice wank while we 
talk. Would you say that my prick is bigger than your 
husband's?"

She may have been naive but she knew what I wanted and 
she also knew that she better not pretend. As the 
frightened woman bent forward, her blouse fell away from 
her chest again and I could see right down her cleavage 
to where her big firm breasts were encased in a flimsy 
lacy white bra. She began to give me a nice slow wank, 
looking into my eyes.

"Much bigger" she whispered.

"And did you used to suck your husband off?" I asked. She 
looked absolutely stunned.

"That is so filthy, he would never have asked me to do 
anything like that," she said with horror in her tone. I 
just laughed.

"Stand up," I said abruptly. She reluctantly got to her 
feet. "Now take off your panties and give them to me," I 
ordered. She hesitated, until she saw the look in my eye 
and slowly peeled her white nylon panties down her legs 
and held them out to me. I just let her stand there 
holding them, knowing how humiliated this was making her 
feel. Finally I took them from her and slipped them into 
my pocket. "That will be something nice for me to 
remember you by," I chuckled. I patted the couch beside 
me. "Sit down," I ordered, " and carry on wanking me 
off."

She sat down and, putting her soft hand on my prick began 
to slowly toss me off again. I immediately put my arm 
round her above her waist on to her chest just below her 
tit. I could feel her trembling as I moved my hand up 
until my thumb was brushing the lower curve of her full 
breast. With the other hand I turned her chin towards me 
and, looking into her wide blue eyes I put my lips onto 
hers and began to gently kiss her. She was trembling 
violently. I slowly increased the pressure of the kiss 
until, despite herself, her lips parted and brushing them 
with the tip of my tongue I insinuated my tongue between 
her lips which reluctantly parted and I took possession 
of her cool mouth which I began to leisurely explore. I 
gently played around her cheeks and gums and sucked on 
her reluctant tongue. Her hand tightened on my prick. I 
moved my mouth from hers for a moment and said, "Just 
wank me a little harder, Andrea darling, you are quite 
good at it already but when I have finished with you, you 
will be perfect".

I casually moved my hand up on to her fleshy tit and 
began to feel her through her thin blouse and bra. She 
gasped but did not protest as she knew that it would be 
useless. I slid my hand down inside the silk of her 
blouse until I felt the cup of her bra and then slipped 
inside that as well. I could now feel the softness of her 
bare tit with the hard button of her nipple against my 
fingers but her bra was too tight to give me much scope.

"Unfasten your bra, Andrea, "I whispered into her ear 
through her soft hair.  She gave a sob, reached behind 
her and unfastened the clasp. I now had complete freedom 
and I began to thoroughly feel her bare tit twisting her 
nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it erected.

"You have lovely tits," Andrea, I said, "did your husband 
enjoy playing with them?" She nodded. "I didn't hear 
that." I said warningly.

"He used to come up behind me when I was washing up and 
put his arms round me and feel me," she said.

"And did he feel your plump arse while you were washing 
up?" I asked.

"He sometimes put his hand up my skirt and felt between 
my legs," she whispered "but he didn't do anything 
dirty!"

I just laughed and squeezed her soft fleshy tit until she 
gasped with pain.  I turned her face to mine and began to 
roughly kiss her, raping her mouth with my tongue, and 
leaving her in no doubt how things stood.

"Listen Andrea, and listen good," I said quietly and 
menacingly, "you are mine now to do as I like with. All 
that matters is my pleasure. If you are a good girl and 
behave yourself and, most importantly, try to please me, 
then I might leave Gillian alone - but I might not. I 
certainly won't be able to resist doing something with 
her but if you are a good girl and do everything I tell 
you then I may not fuck her. How about that for a deal?"

"Oh God!" she whispered, "what have I done to deserve 
this? Please, please leave Gillian alone".

I glanced at the clock and it was getting late. I knew 
that Gillian would be home soon. I took my arm from 
around Andrea's trembling body and casually zipped my 
trousers. I looked into her frightened eyes and, just for 
the hell of it gave her another deep demanding kiss. I 
released her.

"You can tidy yourself up before Gillian comes home," I 
said to the frightened blonde. Fasten your bra and pull 
your skirt down but don't put any panties on. When 
Gillian comes in, invite me for breakfast with you both 
tomorrow. I want to see Gillian before she goes to 
school. You and I are going to spend the day together 
tomorrow and you are to wear your sexiest, shortest low-
cut dress with stockings and suspenders but no bra or 
panties.  You will wear high heeled shoes, as high as you 
have. You are to be dressed like this when I come for 
breakfast and you better be dressed like it when you get 
Gillian up. I want her to see how her mother is going to 
look in the future".

She just looked dumbly into my eyes as she reached behind 
her and fastened her bra.

"I couldn't dress like that in front of Gillian," she 
said, "what would she think? She has never seen me 
without a bra, I would look like a tart".

"Exactly," I said, "now you are getting the message. From 
now on you are my tart and Gillian will have to get used 
to it. What do you think that she will think when she 
sees me feeling you in front of her? Suppose that while 
you are serving breakfast I let her see me run my hand up 
your thigh under your short skirt on the bare flesh and 
then feel your cunt. Do you think that she would like 
that? Or do you think she would like it if I just pulled 
you on to my knee in front of her and felt you up while I 
was talking to her about school?"

"You couldn't be so wicked as to do that to a mother in 
front of her daughter," she gasped with pleading in her 
broken tones.

"You have no idea how wicked I can be," I just laughed 
"now comb your her, Gillian will be home soon". She 
rushed to do as I said and soon looked well-groomed 
again. She had repaired her make-up and straightened her 
blouse. I knew both that she felt naked and vulnerable 
with no panties under her short skirt. She sat on a chair 
opposite me and her short skirt rode high on her slender 
thighs. She sat with her thighs together and avoided my 
eyes.

"Andrea," I said, "when you are sitting you are never to 
have your thighs closed, now spread them! The only 
exception is when Gillian is around. For now, you can 
keep your thighs together but at all other times I want 
be able to see up your skirt any time I want to look".

She looked into my eyes and slowly spread her thighs. Her 
skirt rode up above her stocking-tops and I could see the 
groove of her hairy blonde cunt slightly gaping. She saw 
me looking at her cunt and blushed deeply.

"You have a very pretty cunt, Andrea," I said, "I shall 
certainly enjoy getting to know it. You are much more 
hairy down there than I would have expected. Don't you 
ever shave your cunt?" She looked shocked and her legs 
were trembling.

"Never," she gasped, "I never even thought of such a 
thing". I looked into her eyes again. I thought that I 
could entertain myself with her a little more before 
Gillian came home.

"Get me a drink Andrea," I ordered and then go and sit 
down as you were".  She rushed to the sideboard and 
poured me a brandy and then returned to her chair and 
spread her legs.

"That's a good girl," I said, "You are learning. Let's 
talk about Gillian.  Do you ever see her naked these days 
or is she too shy. Does she have a hairy cunt like 
yours?" She gasped again and looked dumbly at me. I just 
waited.

"I don't often see her naked," she whispered, "but I can 
see the hair through her nightie sometimes".

Just then we heard a car and a moment later the door 
opened and Gillian bounded in. She looked young and fresh 
and her cheeks were flushed from the cold night air. I 
could see Andrea struggling to behave normally.

"Did you have a good time, darling?" she asked and I 
could hear the quaver in her voice.

"It was lovely," she replied in her high-pitched voice 
and I could hear the upper class accent of the Home 
Counties strong in it. Curious I had not noticed this 
before in her mother but it was clear now that these were 
two bitches from the upper classes who after the divorce 
had come down to earth with a bang. "The money that Mr. 
Evans gave me was so useful! I was very popular tonight". 
I just smiled at her and looked significantly at Andrea.

"Would you like to come and have breakfast with us in the 
morning before Gillian goes to school?" she asked. 
Gillian gave a little squeal.

"Oh! Please do!" she begged. I just smiled.

"I'll see you both about seven thirty then, I will look 
forward to it". I finished my drink and got up. "Don't 
worry," I said to Andrea, "I'll see myself out. Good 
night and sweet dreams to you both" I closed the door 
gently on Gillian's sparkling excited eyes and those of 
her mother, blue and wide-eyed with concern.

This is a three-part story. If you would like any more
on Andrea and Gillian, let me know. I may add to this
if there is enough interest. Comments, criticism and 
suggestions for future stories are always welcome at  
aled7@yahoo.com

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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