written by seasiren6877
I think enough time has passed since it happened so I'll begin to write my
story. This isn't the first time I've tried to begin; I've made the attempt many
times before, twice as a child and countless times as an adult. Every detail is
fresh in my mind, everything she said and everything that happened during the
time I was hers. Each time I've tried to set the record straight I've failed. I
became too emotional and couldn't continue, it was just impossible for me. Now I
think I'm mature enough to put it all down, and I'm going to do it while it
still remains so clear.
I was a good-looking child. Fresh in complexion and fair looking, my Mother
promised me I'd grow up to become a beautiful woman and she hasn't lied. I was
happy in my life, I had a decent home, and friends, and I enjoyed school. I was
fortunate to have a friend called Laura, who happened to come from what my
Mother would call a posh family. She was very nice, and we played together most
of the time. We'd go to the swimming baths most Saturday afternoons and spend
about two hours practising back strokes, butterflies and the crawl, all of which
we'd been taught at school during the week. We called it the local baths,
although it wasn't local at all really being on the other side of town. Laura's
parents and mine took it in turns to drive us there and back because they
thought it was too far for us to walk. The day all this began, we were dropped
off as usual, this time by Laura's Mom who told us before she closed the car
door that 'Grandma` would be picking us up for a change, as had to stay at home
while she waited for a new sofa to be delivered. I never really thought too much
about it, to be honest I was far too interested in getting changed into my
floral swimsuit and jumping into the warm water. We must have spent over an hour
doing lengths of the pool when Laura suggested we aught to go and practice our
diving. I was all for it, the high board was my very favourite place in the
baths, and I'd been practicing to get a clean dive for some weeks. We made
numerous attempts to hit the water cleanly, but neither of us could get it just
right, it was very frustrating. On my last attempt I must have stood on the edge
of the board for a good minute or so while I prepared myself to spring off, when
I heard Laura call out.
"Hi Gran." I turned round to see her gesturing at a woman who was sitting on the
balcony waving back. As I looked at her, I realised that although she was
signalling to her Granddaughter, she was really looking at me. I returned her
stare and she smiled back at me briefly before turning her gaze back to Laura
and pointing at her watch.
"Tina" called Laura. "It's time for us to go, Gran wants us to get ready." I
gave a brief thumbs up sign and readied myself for my final dive, but not before
I cast another glance at her Grandmother. She was watching me very closely I
thought. I could sense she was taking in every detail of me, as I stood with
glistening skin in my clinging swimsuit. She looked striking, not at all how I'd
imagined a Grandmother should look. Even though she was quite a distance away on
the balcony, I could see she didn't look old. Then I jumped. It was perfect, the
best I had ever done and I was elated. As I came up from the bottom of the pool
and broke the surface I heard Laura's excited cries of congratulation, and my
heart swelled. For some reason I cast my eyes back up to the balcony and I saw
her clapping as well. I was suddenly unaccountably happy at her show of
approval. It was the first time I'd pleased her, how could I have known I'd just
started a trend that would last for another three years.
We got ourselves changed, put our wet costumes and towels in our shoulder bags
and ambled out of the changing room into the corridor.
"Hi ducklings." The woman greeted us with a big smile. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Oh yes, brilliant Grandma. She did a dive to be proud of."
The woman patted my head. "Yes I saw. You move very well."
I blushed with pride at the tall woman's praise. She had patrician features with
neatly coiffed strawberry blonde hair, and stylish clothes. A beautifully cut,
grey trouser suit, with a bright pink scarf draped over the lapels, gave her a
dapper appearance. I thought her face had character, probably attractive rather
than pretty, and with one or two lines around the corners of her mouth. In spite
of that the impression gained was of a woman completely in control of herself,
with an air of authority seeping out of every pore in her body. So much so, that
when I asked my parents about her later that day, and they told me she was a
judge I wasn't as surprised as I might have been. Although when they explained
what that meant, and that she actually sent people to prison when they'd been
bad, I was awe struck.
"She's very wealthy as well." Said Mom. "That's why Laura's Mom is so well off.
I reckon her Mom gave her more than we've ever earned between us in an entire
lifetime, just for a wedding present."
At that point Dad said something like "Shhh" and made a downward motion with his
hand. She was called Yvonne Beamount-Smyth, Mom went on with a haughty look at
Dad, and lived in a large house out of town with her husband who worked on the
stock exchange.
"They don't move in our circles very much." She sniffed. "They go to all the
posh parties and she wears all the latest fashions."
I think Mom was a little jealous because both her and Dad had to work very hard
for a fraction of the money Laura's family had.
"How old is she?" I asked.
"Oh she's fifty. Just fifty, she had a really big celebration a couple of weeks
ago. She's pretty good looking for her age though." Dad said with a cheeky
smile.
Mom raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh you think so do you? Well it's surprising
what you can do if you have the means. She always has that suntan, and you can't
tell me that it's natural. I bet she spends most of her time at some swanky
health club being pampered to right left and centre." She humphed. Dad shook his
head and lifted up the newspaper. I giggled.
Getting back to that first meeting. You could say I was impressed, even more so
when she led us to her open topped sports car, and ushered us both in to it. The
seats were beautiful soft red leather, and I thought they smelt really special
as I relaxed on the back seat while Laura jumped in the front next to her Gran.
"Hold on kids!" she said as she tied up her scarf, and put her foot down on the
pedal. Wow, could she ever drive! We moved away from the busy pavement, and sped
off through the traffic, zig zagging and swooping into gaps left by those not
quick enough to close up on time, so that me and Laura whooped and squealed like
two spaced out chip monks. Laura's Gran was laughing too, caught up in our high
spirits, her cries of glee mingled with ours. She always did like showing off.
I'm not complaining though, I think its part of the paradox that she had to be
so formal and correct as a judge, and yet at the same time such a care free
spirit when the occasion allowed. The journey usually took about twenty minutes
when our parents drove us back, but it only took us about half that. It finished
when the car screeched to a halt and Laura jumped out onto the driveway in front
of her home.
She turned to me and smiled at me. "Bye see you at school."
"Yes see you then Laura." I replied.
Laura's Gran patted the leather seat where her Granddaughter had been sitting
and told me to hop in next to her.
"Jump in then."
I did as she told me, and we set off again for the remaining leg of my journey
home. I remember she asked me about my swimming and if was going in for my
school certificate. I told her I was, and she asked me what else I liked besides
swimming. I liked going to the pictures and mentioned a film that was on at the
time, which I'd like to see. She looked at me for a moment and I wandered what
she was thinking. Then she looked away again and concentrated on the traffic.
"I don't know your name." She said after a while. "I've just realised Laura
never mentioned it, and you haven't told me.
"Oh, sorry, I'm called Tina." I said a little shyly.
"Umm. Such a pretty name." She smiled. "You must call me Yvonne from now on."
I shuffled in my seat at the compliment.
"How old are you Tina?" She asked conversationally.
"Fifteen" I replied. "The same as Laura."
She didn't speak for some time, not until we were nearly home, then she turned
to me when we were nearly there.
"I was thinking about that film. I'd like to see it too, but I haven't got
anyone to go with. Would you like to see it with me?"
You could have knocked me down, but without taking time to think, I nodded.
"Yes please."
"Good. When does it start?"
"Seven o clock." I replied.
"Okay." She smiled "I'll see you outside at ten to seven."
I felt giddy, very strange feelings swept over me and I suddenly wanted to run
and hide in my bedroom.
True to her word she was there on time waiting for me. I'd been almost sick with
nerves, and even though she'd only offered to go and watch the picture with me,
I felt as though a hand was gripping my stomach. She looked lovely, and had
probably spent a long time at the dressing table making her self look so
beautiful. Her clothes were causal but smart; she wore a patterned blouse and a
purple knee length skirt with dark coloured stockings below. I was abashed when
I considered how she'd gone to all this trouble for me. I shouldn't have been,
because looking at photos of myself taken around that time, I can honestly say I
looked as pretty as a picture. Shouldn't anyone have wanted to look nice if they
were with me? She smiled in greeting and told me how relieved she was that I'd
come after all, and it probably wouldn't have done my street cred a lot of good
to be seen with such an old fuddy. I replied from the heart and told her I
thought she looked very pretty and I didn't care what anyone else thought. 'The
cinema's nearly empty', I added 'so it doesn't matter anyway.' She seemed amused
by my answer and led me inside to the ticket box. I was puzzled when she bought
two tickets for the back row, but held my tongue and followed her inside.
"Are you comfortable enough Tina?" She asked.
I replied "Yes" I was and we settled down to watch the start of the film. I
couldn't concentrate on the picture; her perfume filled me, while her nearness
made feel kind of strange. It was a new feeling, one I couldn't understand at
the time but can recognise all to well now. After some time I realized Yvonne
had reached over the back of my seat with her arm, and I felt it drop down onto
my shoulder. I looked around, but no one else was nearby. I felt self-conscious,
even though she wasn't really doing anything. That soon changed though, when not
more than five minutes later, I felt her shuffle closer and drop a hand onto my
knee. I froze and looked at her face, but she appeared to be watching the film,
although now I know it was the furthest thing from her mind. The contact changed
to a gentle caress just above the knee, but this gradually moved higher, until
it rested just below my panties. Again she stopped and waited for me to push her
away. When I didn't, she moved her hand to cup my pussy and give it a gentle
squeeze. I'd heard about sex before in a vague sort of way, the boys sometimes
talked about it at school, but I never really knew all that much about it. It
took me completely by surprise; I just didn't know how to deal with anything she
was doing. It had all happened so quickly. We were only about fifteen minutes
into the film and she was already leaning closer to kiss my ear. She ran her
tongue around the ridge, and planted slow gentle kisses all around. At the same
time she began caressing my vagina with her hand. Her eyes met mine and she
broke off.
"Does it feel nice Tina?" She whispered in my ear.
I just made an appreciative "Mmmm" noise, because I couldn't speak, and she
tilted my chin to face her.
"Good. Do you like this as well?"
With that she kissed me, her lips pressed gently against my lips, as her tongue
opened them up for her tongue to slide within. It happened very quickly, only a
matter of minutes, but I actually had a kind of climax. I buried my face in her
shoulder to stifle my sobs, and I think I probably blacked out for a minute. I
think part of it was shock, I never dreamt she was going to do anything like
this. It wasn't over yet though, because she took hold of my hand and placed it
near the top of her stockings. Then she began wriggling as she lifted her bum
off the seat and pulled her panties down her legs. She placed my hand up between
her thighs, and I felt her bush and it's hot opening. Then with her hand over
mine, she guided it up and down the length of her hot slit, and covered my mouth
with hers. Again her tongue clashed against mine, reaming my gums as she french
kissed me. My mouth was stretched open by hers and her excited whimpers sounded
muffled inside my cheeks. The strange noises she was making competed with the
sound projecting from the screen in front of us, as she approached her crisis.
My hand was soaking with her juices, which flowed over my fingers as she gripped
it tightly, using it as a tool to bring herself off. Suddenly we both noticed a
movement below us, and turning round we saw a couple walking up the aisle
towards us. Yvonne broke away and pulled her panties back up with a curse.
"Shit!" She hissed.
Her face looked like thunder as the man and woman walked past us and sat in the
aisle behind, I felt frustrated because I'd been kind of enjoying the whole
thing by then, so I can imagine how Yvonne was feeling. I remember her mumbling
something along the lines of we had unfinished business, and then her
whispering.
"Do you want more of the same, somewhere private?"
I replied that I did.
"Come home with me then, my husband's out for the evening."
She stood up and walked down the aisle, and I followed her out of the cinema
into the evening light, and round the back of the building to the car park. We
sped off down the street on the way to her home. I thought she'd driven pretty
niftily the day before, but I hadn't seen anything yet as she tore through town,
cutting up the traffic like a Christmas dinner in her hurry for further delights
I remember her looking at her watch when we were inside her house and saying we
had just enough time to do what we wanted. Oh, about the house. Well let's just
say it was big, palatious even compared to ours, and extremely sumptuous. I
think that's enough of a description for the story, account, or even
autobiography, which I suppose this must be. She looked at me then, and smiled.
"Don't be nervous kiddo, everything going to be just hunky dory. Trust me." She
winked.
"Alright Yvonne." I answered, using her name for the first time. I think by this
time I was just going with the flow, it all seemed so unreal, as though it was
happening to another person. How does a trip to the cinema turn into this? At
the same time I was thrilled and excited. I found the woman intoxicating;
spellbound by her strong personality I was willing to do everything she asked of
me.
We ran up the stairs at a trot with me following her all the way into the
bedroom, where she closed the door firmly and took me in her arms, kissing me
passionately in the middle of the room. Her mouth was everywhere at once, open
mouthed and seeking, her tongue nearly tickling my tonsils. Her breathing was
loud and forced, and soon changed to moaning as her hands cupped my cheeks. I
felt as though she was trying to climb inside me through my mouth, she seemed
ravenous the way her face writhed and pressed into mine. Suddenly she broke away
gasping with a bead of salvia leaving a trail between us and her breasts heaving
up and down.
"Oh God. I've never been like this before." She moaned. "I'm as hot as a two bit
whore, and feel like one as well. Take off your clothes, then I'll get mine
off." I must have hesitated because she hissed impatiently. "Oh don't worry
little one, everything's going to be fine. Just get your clothes off and let me
see you."
I jumped to it then. The urgency in her voice acted like a spur and I began
unbuttoning and throwing my clothes off, until I came to my little pink panties,
and then after only a second or so, hooked my fingers into the waistband and
shed those as well. I looked over at her, all timid like and blushing, as I
stopped before her naked, and trembling like a leaf. Then with a look of pure
lust, she placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, and let out a
long, low whistle.
"God it Christmas, I think I must have died and gone to heaven." She drooled.
"Now just you watch me get out of these kiddo, I don't intend to hang around,
I'll be quicker than Wonder woman."
She was already undressing as she spoke, busy fingers skipped downwards as she
popped open the buttons of her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. She cast
it onto the floor and then went to work unzipping her skirt, the metal fastener
making a ripping sound as it flashed down the side of the material. The skirt
met the same uncaring fate as the blouse, tossed into a heap on the floor,
unneeded and unwelcome now as she sought to bare her mature body to my staring
eyes. She paused in her undressing long enough to give me a measuring kind of
look, as she gauged my reaction to the sight of her near nudity.
"Getting a little worried huh?" She said in a clipped confident tone. "Well
don't. There's no need, I'll be ever so patient with you. I'm going to teach you
all about real women, and I promise you I'm going to give you the best lesson
you've ever had in your sweet little life."
She reached behind her back and unclipped the strap on her black lacy bra.
"Watch."
It fell to the floor and her breasts swung free of their confinement. Without
waiting for my reaction she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black
panties and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them and dropped them to
the floor as well; to stand naked except before me, except for a pair of sheeny
black stay up stockings. Although I was still trembling, I thought it rather
exciting to be able to stand and stare at her like this, and be invited to do
so. It was at that moment that my lesbianism began. Even though Yvonne was no
spring chicken at fifty, she still had an extremely sexual body. True it wasn't
in as great a shape as it once must have been, but it still looked pretty good
to me, and it still does when I think about her. She had a lovely, all over
honey coloured tan, and a few wrinkles and creases here and there did nothing to
detract from her amazing sexual presence.
Then she gave me a smug look before turning round for a view of her other side.
I gave an involuntary "Oh" as I saw what looked to be a small winding green
serpent wriggling across her buttocks. It was a wicked tattoo of a snake etched
onto one of her plump cheeks. It appeared to be slithering head first towards
the dark valley in between, with it's flickering forked tongue seeking the way.
She tossed her head back and let out a saucy chuckle at my shocked reaction.
"Pretty huh? Don't worry he doesn't bite." The with a smaller chortle. "Well not
yet honey." With that she turned round and sat on the bed, then reached her arms
towards me. "Come and sit on my lap. You can have a closer look at him in a
little while." Her green eyes twinkled at me. "Come here pet lamb. Come to
Mamma"
I climbed into her lap, my smaller body fitting comfortably into her lap and my
buttocks pressing against her hairy quim.
"Give me a kiss now."
I turned my face towards her and found her lips, which opened once again in an
open mouthed kiss. This time it was more sensual and lasted longer. We caressed
each other's tongues, gums, sides and tops of our mouths, exchanging salvia and
making wet smacking sounds for a good five minutes before breaking off. Then she
released me with a "Whew. That was nice", then took my face in her hands and
guided it onto her breast. I sucked on the proffered nipple, and felt it stiffen
on my tongue as my mouth filled and bulged with her tit flesh. Then she pulled
out, and dived back into my mouth with her other breast, until I'd done my
nipple-growing trick again, and it swelled up like the other. She groaned
quietly as I sucked and licked at her eager flesh, swapping one globe of flesh
for the other until she pulled my limpet like mouth away. She sighed ever so
gently, and with a brief kiss on my lips.
"Very nice. Now get off the bed angel and kneel down in front of me."
I was quick to obey my new teacher. I was completely under her spell as I
clambered off her lap and knelt down with my knees kissing the carpet. How
strange and thrilling it was when she opened her legs to show me her neatly
trimmed bush of pubic hair.
"Have a good look".
I did as she said, as she opened herself up to my eyes, pulling her drooping
lips apart to show me her glistening pink cavern.
"The nub at the top....here" she pointed "is my clitoris, just like yours but
quite a deal bigger. I want you to do me there, stimulate it until it grows big
and hard."
I moved my hand forward and extended my finger ready to stroke it, but her hand
came down and barred my way.
"No Tina... with your tongue... stick it out for me. That's right, such a nice
little tongue, such an adorable mouth you have. I can see I'm going to be
fantasising about it quite a lot from now on"
Her hand reached behind my head and pulled me closer as she urged me forward.
""Run it up and down the nub...my clit....ahhh yess, so nice." She hissed. "Keep
that up. Up and down with the tip of your tongue. No don't try to wipe the wet
off your face, it's my juices and they're going to be running all the time."
Her thighs flopped over my shoulders as I knelt before her, my face in the vee
of her sex as she rubbed her long legs up and down my back like a spider weaving
a web.
"Ohh that's lovely," she sighed "I love to look at your innocent face... so
shiny with my syrup. Keep licking me!"
I went to the task before me with a vengeance as I slurped licked and sucked, my
amateurish efforts delighted her judging from the gasps and moans coming from up
above. Her bum was lifting off the edge of the mattress as she churned her sex
against my mouth, the taste of her spendings and the feel of her nylons running
up and down my back excited me more than ever. I remember one of her stockings
coming loose, and the top sliding down the leg to her calves. It felt funny
feeling rasping nylon caressing one side of my back, while soft skin peddled up
and down the other. I don't think it was all that much longer before she let out
a loud shriek and scissored them around my head, almost tight enough to squeeze
the light out of me. She held me there, frozen like a statue, and then let out a
series of sharp cries, each one accompanied by a sharp jerk and a squirt of hot
tangy liquid. My mouth filled up with her and then overflowed, even though I
swallowed as much as I could manage. The squirts changed to a flow and I
realized I was swallowing something else bedsides what she called her syrup...
Piss! I tried to pull away but her hands grabbed my ears and twisted.
"Don't you dare! She hissed "Stay where you are and keep your mouth open."
The pain was so great, that it felt as though she might pull my ears off if I
tried to get away, or close my mouth. So I did as she demanded of me and began
drinking from her body. It was hot, briny and pungent, it smelt and tasted so
strong, that I almost puked at first, but somehow managed to keep my throat
bobbing. Yvonne pissed and pissed, not stopping for a second as the foaming
torrent surged into my stomach, making me want to belch. My small tummy hurt as
the volume of her bodily fluids expanded it, until soon I knew I'd be sick if
she didn't let up. Mercifully the flow lessened and eventually died to a trickle
as I kept my lips apart, trying to catch every drop of the tangy essence. I
realised I was beginning to enjoy it now, and despite the bulging of my stomach
felt sad that it was ending, there was something dark and wicked about the act,
that thrilled me even then. The only thing I didn't like, was the burning in my
ears lobes where she'd gone and twisted them.
"Why did you twist my ears Yvonne? They hurt me."
She stood up then, and began to hunt around for her panties, eventually finding
them near her bra on the carpet at the foot of the bed.
"Sorry kiddo, but I don't think you'd have let me do it if I'd have asked you
first." She giggled mischievously, slipping the black lacy material back up her
legs "I thought I'd throw you in at the deep end and see how you coped."
"Umm...well." Of all the cheek, I thought. Even so it was really exciting, and
very naughty which I suppose I was starting to like.
"You managed very well Tina. Did you like it once you'd got over the shock?
"Yeah, I think so." I replied a little sulkily, I was a little annoyed of how
she'd just done as she pleased with me.
"You don't sound as though you liked it. Perhaps I shouldn't have done it?" She
said in an apparently thoughtful voice.
She cocked her head to one side and studied me with those steady green eyes of
hers and I knew I had to give in. It was just one more step closer to her
dominance over me, but I softly acquiesced rather than forgo another opportunity
to drink her essence. "I liked it really Yvonne."
A smile of triumph flashed across her features. She quickly bent her head down
and tugged a stocking up her leg to hide it.
"Come on, get dressed then. My husbands going to be back before to long so I'd
better get you home."
We drove home in silence. It felt strange, and I wondered if Yvonne was
regretting her actions, it felt tense in the car and I began to feel upset. I
tried to study my feelings. How did I feel about what had happened tonight? I
knew it was wrong and I wouldn't dare tell anyone, if she was feeling guilty, I
was as well. Finally she pulled up at the end of my street, and I realized this
was it.
"Goodbye." I whispered. I had my hand on the door handle to get out when she
reached over to stop me.
"Wait. Don't go yet." She whispered.
I looked up; her eyes were hovering over mine with an almost pleading
expression.
"Can I see you again? I'd like us to talk, we never really had time tonight, and
I wondered if you'd like to meet me somewhere in town after you've finished
school."
"Yes I'd like to." I replied as relief flooded through me. Perhaps things would
work out, maybe I should play it by ear and go with my instincts
She smiled then, her expression telling me she was pleased.
"Good. How about outside the ice cream parlour on George Street, say seven o
clock."
"Ok."
That was it, I felt elated as I climbed into bed that night. She wanted to see
me again. The beautiful grown up lady had captured me heart and soul, I was
infatuated with her in every way. I would be there.
The next day felt bizarre. My body was trembling as I stood in the cold bathroom
and cleaned my teeth. I suppose it was shock, but my head felt dizzy when I
thought of the things Yvonne had led me to do. A grown woman, an old woman...
well maybe not too old, but nevertheless Laura's Grandmother, had taken me to
bed and done the dirtiest things with me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't
disgusted, I was turned on too bursting point at the whole scene, I suppose it
hardly felt real but it was. Yes it was a bizarre day indeed, the whole school
period flashed by like a dream. I wasn't really there, just going through the
motions I suppose. I can't remember any of it except for a quick conversation
about Yvonne. I brought her name up when we were in the playground during break.
I asked what she did, and told her how my Mom said she was a Judge.
"Umm" she mused. "I think Mom said she's something called a Magistrate. I think
it's the same thing though."
I digested the word 'Magistrate' and asked Laura if that still meant she could
still send people to jail.
"Yes, but only when they're bad". I think she wanted to show her Grandma in the
best possible light, because after a pause she continued. "If they're good
though, she sets them free." And then..."She does things with charities too you
know." Said with a firm nod. "She's a chairwoman of lots and lots of them. She's
very respectable my Mom says."
I absorbed the word 'respectable', hmmm yes, Yvonne was very respectable; she
was that kind of woman, or at least she gave the world that view. What a funny
word, and how it sounded like respectful. I must be nearly respectable because I
was so respectful. The corner of my mouth twitched as I thought of how
respectful I'd been the previous night. I'd very respectfully sucked her tits.
I'd very respectfully sucked her pussy and I had oh so respectfully drank her
piss. How strange words were I mused, just a couple of letters made all the
difference. All the difference between Yvonne and me.
She was there waiting for me at the appointed time, dressed up to the nine's and
looking like the cat that's got the cream. The shop was in a busy tree lined
square, a part of town often frequented by tourists and shoppers sitting down
for a coffee. Tables and chairs spilled out from the cafe doorways onto the old
paving stones, Yvonne smiled and led me to one and sat me down. She asked if I'd
like an ice cream, and we discussed various choices on the menu board near our
table. I asked for a large strawberry something or other, and she called for the
waitress, a smiling blonde haired girl who I thought looked very attractive. I
must have thought as much because I gave her a sunny smile as she took our
order, and blushed as I realized Yvonne was watching me closely.
"You like girls don't you." She said in a steady voice.
I knew it was true, I was attracted to girls and women much more than boys. She
must have been reading my thoughts, or a least she seemed to have done, proof of
it came with her next words.
"You'll make a good lesbian, I can see it."
"What about now?" I countered with the thought of last night in my mind.
That surprised her for a second, but then amused her as she grinned, showing
laughter lines around her eyes, which I'd never noticed before.
"Touché."
I smiled back not knowing what the word meant but felt she was congratulating me
somehow and felt clever with myself.
"I should have stuck with women you know." She confided with a wistful look.
"I'd have been much happier. Instead I allowed convention to decide, and ended
up loosing the things which really mattered. Take my advice kiddo, follow your
instincts, they're usually right."
The waitress returned with a tray of coffee and ice cream, then set it down and
placed the ice cream in front of me. This time it was she who flashed me a smile
before giving Yvonne her coffee. The exchange, quick though it was, hadn't gone
unnoticed by Yvonne, whose eyes betrayed a brief flash of irritation. I was
surprised and a little comforted to realise she didn't like me looking at other
women, or having them take an interest in me. I don't imagine for a moment the
waitress had viewed me in a sexual way, she was more likely just being pleasant.
Of course to a predator like Yvonne, such exchanges would always be
misinterpreted as sexual. I almost jumped when she reached out and rubbed her
stockinged leg against the side of my knee, but quickly relaxed as I savoured
the sensation of the caressing nylons rasping against my flesh. Maybe she
released she'd been foolish to show her annoyance like that. I think she was
trying to re-set the mood with a spot of flirting, and a bit of under the table
naughtiness came in handy at the time.
"Did you like last night honey?" She crooned seductively.
I looked at Yvonne, her red hair hung straight tonight, apart from a slight
feathering. Her hair was always startling, but so were her eyes, they twinkled
with life and character and spoke of self-confidence. She wore a black bodice
style top tonight, laced down the middle with a plunging neckline. The material
only covered half of her bronzed breasts and it was clearly evident she wasn't
wearing a bra. My tongue felt like lead as I nodded.
"You were wonderful, I haven't felt like that in years. You liberated me
darling."
I blushed, and she continued caressing me beneath the table with her leg for a
while then took my hand in hers and placed it against the top of her thighs
under her skirt. Luckily a long tablecloth covered our table, so no one had an
inkling of the love play going on within its drapes.
"Gerald, my husband sleeps in a separate bedroom." She went on. "We've been
happy...we still are in our own way, but our love life ended some years ago,
which is very frustrating for a woman of my temperament. I keep myself busy
doing this and that. You know... a function here... a party there, people to see
and so on, and then there's my profession. It's all so demanding dear, which is
good in it's own way, except that I'm rather missing out on the sexual side."
She moved my hand higher. "There's been a gap in my life for too long, and I've
no one to take care me." Her eyes met mine as she squeezed my palm against her
thin panties. "That's until last night, I had to take a chance and seduce you, I
couldn't help myself. You were wonderful though; beyond my wildest hopes, you
let me lead you into what I craved more than anything. I'm so glad you enjoyed
it. Would you like to do it again with me?"
Her perfume was beautiful as she leant closer to me, and lingered with the heady
scent of something else, a scent that expressed her needs more eloquently than
words. I replied then, my words spilling out in a rush in the presence of the
worldly woman.
"Yes. Oh yes, more than anything ever."
Her eyes lit up with lust, and then closed briefly as she pressed my hand
tightly into her covered cleft and murmured.
"Thank you, you won't regret it I promise."
She released me from between her thighs and the moment was past. Time moved on
as she nodded to the melting dish of ice cream before me.
"Err...you're ice-cram dear. Don't waste it, it's beginning to melt, I'll drive
you home when you're done. Your Mum and Dad don't want to get worried do they?"
"They won't be worried." I replied. "They never now where I am, and they don't
get cross or anything if I'm hours and hours away from home."
" Umm...that's nice and handy." She under her breath.
She did drive me home, but not before taking us on a detour, which lead us into
a large wood five miles out of town. We pulled of the road and walked through
the trees, until we entered a secluded clearing in the dense undergrowth. Like
any lovers who have found the welcome gift of privacy, we kissed. At first
gently, and then with hunger as passion consumed us. Yvonne broke away first,
breathing fast and looking flustered, she pushed me down onto the grassy floor
until I knelt before her. Then she lifted her skirt up and pulled down her
panties, and next, throwing them to the ground, she told me to lean back with my
arms behind me, so my hands were on the ground supporting me. Pulling her skirt
up with one hand, she stepped over me, so I was staring up at her hairy quim.
She opened her drooping labia lips with the other, and went into a squat over my
face.
"Open that angel mouth of yours darling, Yvonne's gonna give you a big drink."
The coffee she drank earlier must have been doing it's trick in her bladder,
because she needed to pee real bad. Luckily she was pretty good at controlling
the flow, she only soaked me if she wanted to give me it to me that way, and I
must have drank from her hundreds of times in the three years we were seeing
each to experience her different peeing methods. I think she liked to vary the
game a little, sometimes she'd piss a torrent and practically drown me as I
struggled to drink it down, yet at other times, such as this one she'd do it
nice and slow for me to catch every drop.
"Beautiful, beautiful." She murmured to the sound of the gurgling brook as it
washed over my teeth and babbled down my throat. It tasted strong like the last
time. Strikingly yellow, very bitter and acidic, it even smelt pungent, so much
so that even the clear air of the forest couldn't chase it away. I just clenched
my eyes tightly shut and kept my throat bobbing; the sounds of her obvious
pleasure, were reward and excitement enough for me to do as she wanted. I don't
how long she kept it going, but I remember my knees were starting to ache and I
though I might get cramp if she didn't stop fairly soon. Luckily the flow began
to lessen, changing from a persistent stream to a trickle and then a dribble.
Finally she squatted down to touch my lips with her dripping flesh, as she
guided the last bitter drop onto my tongue.
"What a cute angel mouth you have." She cooed. "Mind if I call you that honey? I
think it kind of suits you?"
I shook my head and smacked my lips.
"If you like."
"Excellent, from now on your angel mouth."
With that she lowered her quim onto my face and took hold of my head, and then
began smearing her soaking hot sex against my lips. It didn't take her long to
come; she was too worked up for it to take more than a couple of minutes. Her
guttural grunts as she masturbated and humped herself on my face, sounded almost
pagan in the eerie surroundings of the forest. Her climax was strong and fierce,
and I remember how her fingers dug into my skull through my hair, as she
plastered her vagina over my lips, flattening them to my teeth as she spent down
my throat. Afterwards, when we were back in her posh car, she reached into the
glove compartment and pulled out a small mobile phone.
"Hold your hands out."
I did as she said and she plonked it down into my palms.
"Present from Yvonne." She said with a wink. "If were going to keep our
arrangement I'll need to get in touch, so I can let you know when I'm free to
see you. I'll most probably ring you at night, when you're in bed. Will that be
a problem?
I shook my head, my eyes feasting on the brand new mobile.
"No I replied. "Mum and Dad's bedroom is downstairs. They won't hear it ring in
a thousand years."
"Perfect. In that case when I'm in my bed all alone and feeling exceptionally
randy, we can have some incredibly interesting conversations." She cupped my
chin in her hand and kissed my lips.
"Won't that be lovely angel mouth... we can discuss all the filthy things we're
going to do together."
Chapter 2
I took the phone to bed with me each night for nearly two weeks but it didn't
ring. Then one night, just as I began to despair of our special friendship and I
was nearly asleep, it did. When I came too and recognised the sound, my heart
leapt with excitement. I wasn't disappointed; the voice in my ear sounded
familiar and cultured.
"Tina darling?"
"Hello Yvonne, I thought you weren't going to ring me."
"Sorry kiddo, I really am, but I've just being so incredibly busy. I've had so
many social engagements to get through and then James - my husband - has asked
me to help him with this scheme of is, and...Oh well I could go on dear, but I
won't bore you. I'm sorry angel. Can I see you soon?"
"When?" I gulped
"Well that's the thing sweetness. It's simply impossible to have you come over
to my place at the moment; we're having guests stay with us for the rest of the
week. I was wandering...Well I've had this idea... if you want to go along with
it. I know it's a bit naughty, but I'm simply desperate to be with you. Can you
take the day off school tomorrow? Leave home at the usual time but I'll meet you
at Stern Square outside the art shop...you know where I mean?"
"Yes, but..."
"Hang on a sec kiddo let me finish. I'll pick you up in the car outside the shop
and I'll take us to this discreet motel I know. I'll take care of the school.
I'll write you a sick note addressed from your Mother. You can take it to school
with you the next day and that should be fine, they won't ask any questions I'm
sure."
Yvonne was right they wouldn't, it happened all the time. I'd seen endless
children handing their teachers notes of absence from their parents which were
hardly glanced at. My heart beat faster as she continued talking.
"We'll have a full day together, enough time to do everything. I have so many
plans for us darling, so much I can teach you. Remember my snake? Can you
remember where it was, and where its head was going?"
I could, and only too well. God!
"Yes Yvonne. Yes I can." I breathed.
"Good girl, I'd like YOU to go where the snake's going. You haven't done that
for me yet and I'd like it"
"I will Yvonne."
"Darling it's been murder for me this week and a half. I've missed that
beautiful angel mouth of yours so much."
"I missed you too." I said, a little lamely.
"That's nice." She replied crisply. "I'm glad you have, we're going to have such
fun together I promise. We have all day to do everything, with no one to disturb
us. I'll say goodnight now, I want you to get plenty of sleep for tomorrow"
She hung up before I could say goodnight back and I placed the phone back on the
bedside table. As you may imagine I didn't sleep that well. How could I? The
thought of Yvonne kept me awake; she was such a sexual woman, a lot older than
my Mum and Dad and so bossy at times. I liked all that; it made me tingle with
pleasure when I thought of how she's chosen me to be her special girlfriend. I
remembered how she looked naked, how her slinky mature body felt when I touched
and kissed it. I wanted to taste every inch of her with my lips and tongue and
then drink from her fountain again as I knew she would ask me to.
I must have slept because the alarm clock woke me with its ringing at seven in
the morning. I rubbed my eyes, getting the sleep out of my lids and moaned as I
thought of the coming school day. That's until I remembered I wasn't going there
today, I was doing something else, something entirely different and the picture
which flashed into my head of just how different that something would be, made
me throw the covers off the bed and jump up like a coiled spring. I was ready
and out of the door with a speed that surprised Mum and Dad, enough for Dad to
laugh and make a remark something along the lines of that's how he used to be
when he was going on a date. Mum tapped his ears for that and I kept my eyes
hidden as I said goodbye, picking up my school bag, and marching to the door.
I got there five minutes early which was tricky as I didn't want anyone I knew
to see me and wander why I wasn't going to school. Luckily they didn't, but I
helped that by hiding in a bus shelter next door to the shop. I sighed with
relief and leapt out of the shelter when I saw her gold sports car pull up. She
reached across to throw the door wide and looked around for a second before
patting the front seat and hissing 'get in' with a theatrical sounding stage
whisper. I did and we sped off out of the neighbourhood and onto the motorway
out of town. Yvonne's mood seemed to alter when we were half way there and she
began to chatter to me like an old comrade. After ten minutes we turned off the
main road into a large motel with sprawling bungalow like buildings going off to
the side, all set around a grassy forecourt, like holiday chalets. There was an
office building set aside from the others and Yvonne climbed out of the car and
headed for it. I waited until she came back some five minutes later she climbed
into the driving seat and we set off down a narrow tracked roadway, which led us
to a small car park at the back of the office. She brought the car to a halt,
and pulling the ignition keys out of the lock she turned to me with a quick
smile.
"Don't worry kiddo, everything's sorted. That's what I like about this place,
there's no questions asked. Now"... She said climbing out of the door "Just
follow me, we have the one at the end of the row just over there." She pointed
"Come on." I was already feeling pretty tense from all the subterfuge of the
morning; I was scared witless we were going to end up in trouble. Yvonne was an
amazing person; she was incredibly determined and had a very strong personality,
she wouldn't let anything or anyone get in the way of her goal.
She unlocked the door and I followed her into a room, with Yvonne locking the
door behind us and flitting from one window to the next drawing the curtains.
The room looked as though it had seen better days. The main feature was the bed,
at least it was big enough for two, but the quilt and the rest of the bedding
didn't look too inviting, it had an old fashioned floral style pattern which
seemed to be wearing away to a faded green. The carpet was almost threadbare in
places and the bedside cabinet had drink stains etched into the ancient
woodwork. A small platform jutted out from the wall supporting a portable TV,
which Yvonne told me had access to a number of porn channels.
"Though I'm sure we won't be needing THEM darling. The things that we're going
to be getting up to are simply going to knock the spots off anything they can
trot out." Her cultured tones were tempered with an amused quality as she opened
a second door, which turned out to be a compact bathroom with a shower and loo.
"Hmm" She said, hands on hips as she surveyed the two rooms which we were
planning to spend the day in. "I've seen finer décor, but its good enough for
our needs."
With that she took her jacket off and hung it on the back of the door and began
undoing the buttons of her blouse in a matter of fact fashion while still
surveying the seedy motel room. I still hadn't spoken, I didn't know what to
say, I was still pretty much in awe of the whole situation, not least of the
mature lady with the feathery red hair stripping out of her skirt and top in
such a business like manner.
"You sure you're going to be okay?" she asked pausing in the act of placing her
skirt on top of a chair. "You seemed worried sweetie. I hope you're not going to
ask to go home."
"No." I shook my head, still phased out by the seediness of the situation and
the forbidden nature of the things we intended to do... thrilling though it was.
"Tsk" She clucked shaking her head. And then bending down..."Here let me help
you." She began undoing the buttons of my white school blouse with nimble
movements of her dancing fingers.
"I hope you still want this Tina." Again I nodded yes.
"Good I hope so pet, cos otherwise, your going to have one hell of a frustrated
gal on your hands. I've been looking forward to getting you to myself for quite
sometime. You are alright aren't you?" She asked. "You aren't going to leave me
all high and dry are you?" Her eyes searched mine. "Hmm?"
"I'm fine really", I assured her. "I will be... its just all a bit strange."
"Well" she sighed, "you're bound to feel funny at first, don't worry ducks its
going to be perfect. There... off it comes." She said sounding like a nanny
talking to a small child. She carried on until she'd stripped me naked, her
hands dancing over the zips and fastenings, yanking and gliding my clothes off
one by one until I stood naked with my long dark hair hanging over my shoulders.
"Perfect!"
She was down to her bra and panties by now, I thought she was going to take them
off but she didn't.
"Not yet...you can kiss me through my knickers first," She suggested playfully.
"That's sure to get me going, just kneel down on the bed and I'll climb up"
The mattress swayed as I climbed onto it joined by Yvonne who moved up and stood
before me. She wore a simple white bra and panties and pastel coloured stockings
with white suspenders. I felt her hand behind my head, then the vision of her
panty covered crotch with a few rebellious hairs sprouting out of the sides
coming towards me as my nose and mouth were pressed firmly in. She began rubbing
herself against me in a slow circling caress, occasionally punctuated with quick
provocative thrusts of her hips and fast breathy gasps. Swish, swish went my
hands as they caressed the smooth flesh at the back of her thighs, as breathing
heavily the two of us performed an act of body worship, my adoration and
Yvonne's acceptance. Long minutes past with me kneeling before her semi-clad
body, my head pressed into her crotch and my hands running up and down her legs
and pantied ass. At one point I looked up and saw her head thrown back with a
look of fierce elation spread across her features, then she pushed me back
gently to sit on the bed and seat me in her lap. Her lips found mine and prized
them open for her tongue to wriggle between as we began a long open mouthed
caress. Our hands strocked each other's backs and buttocks and ran over our
flesh as we sought to excite each other further. Yvonne's mouth opened wider
over mine and then filled it with a flood of her salavia that I drank down. I
moaned as she filled me again with her hot liquid and then swallowed, then
again, I don't know where she found it from but it kept welling up into her
mouth and spilling down my throat. Finally she pulled her lips away from mine
with a plop and reached behind her back to undo her bra. She fumbled with the
catch for a moment before uttering a curse.
"Damn! Be a pet and get this thing off me will you. I don't know what's wrong
with the awkward...ah!" As she pulled the clasp again. "No... it's no good Tina
I just can't reach it properly."
She turned around and I leant over to unhook the catch, which came undone
straight away, giving me the pleasure of pulling her bra off her body and
watching her tits swing free and then wobble like pear shaped jellies. I didn't
wait to be asked, but bent my head down and took one between my lips. I took as
much warm flesh as I could get in, massaging it with the inside of my mouth and
tongue as she ruffled my hair and giggled with glee.
"Angel, angel...Yes, yes." She sang.
My tongue did its work on her nipples, which soon swelled up like thimbles,
prodding my gums and twanging against my flicking tongue.
"You clever little girl. Ooh! You knowing little minx, I can see you're learning
well. Suck my fucking nipples. Yeah. Suck me! Suck me!" She gushed, her posh
tones oozing with glee and the occasional sweet obscenity as she soaked up my
efforts and told me how clever I was. Her breasts, both wet and shiny vied for
attention and I skipped from one to another taking mouthfuls of throbbing flesh
and nipple with loud slurps and pops as one was released only to have my cheeks
pushed out by the next ripe pear. Suddenly she pushed me away.
"A full length mirror" she exclaimed. "I never saw it before, this could be
fun." I sat up and followed her gaze to where a full-length dress mirror stood
tucked away in the corner of the room for some strange reason. She jumped of the
bed, her wet jugs swaying and dancing against each other as she pulled it out of
it's hiding place, placing it in front of the bed.
"Lets have some fun! I love the visual thing. Here Tina stand next to
me...that's it, look at us darling, isn't that cute."
A mature woman and a lovely little girl stared back at us. The lady with a
tanned well toned body and red carroty hair stood next to the girls who's head
barely reached her curving breasts. I had a slightly oriental appearance due to
my distant Chinese ancestry and my straight black hair hung over my thin
shoulders in a luxurious swathe. I looked small and venerable next to the near
naked woman who now began to unclip her suspenders and pull off her stockings.
Now naked, she stared back from the mirror and gave us a cheeky wink. The bush
sprouting out from the vee of her thighs was as red as her hair but nicely
trimmed, just like a privet hedge, very neat.
"Kneel down and turn round."
Her hands were already on my shoulders pushing my knees gently but insistently
to the carpet. I leaned forward to press myself between her thighs but she
blocked me with the palm of her hand and spun round shoving her bare ass in
front of my face.
"Say hello to my snake Tina, I think he wants a friend." She drawled.
Indeed a green serpent wound its way over one plump buttock with its head and
questing tongue making for the dark crease in-between. Her cheeks were paler
than the rest of her and quite gorgeous in a chubby kind of way, so that I
didn't need any persuading to push my face into the same valley the snake was
heading. Mmpphh! The dark crease enveloped me and as I breathed in my nostrils
were full of a deep pungent aroma which smelt very strongly of...I knew the
answer to the question in my mind, but that somehow made the reality more
exciting, more...yes so much more forbidden and just plain perverted.
"Shit darling! I can't tell you how randy this looks in the mirror. Suck me off!
Stick your tongue out! Push that sweet face in!"
I copied the serpent and sent it questing and flickering past the tight ring of
muscle that guarded the entrance to her bowels and heard her squeal of delight
as she pushed back with such force that she nearly had my nose in as well. I
pulled out and swept my tongue up and down the crack, tasting the bitter brown
skin and making small moaning noises in my throat. I came up for air and
attacked the soft mounds of her butt with my mouth, trying to French kiss and
lick them as they gyrated against my face. I dived into the pungent trench
again, flattening my lips against her sphincter, sucking and slobbering like a
demented spaniel until a loud explosion of hot smelly gas filled my mouth and
shot down my nostrils.
I sat back on my heels with a face full of questions.
"Hmm... Darling. I think we aught to go into the bathroom. I er... I think I may
have something for you sweetness."
I wandered what it was. The fart had been thrilling and although the smell was
bracing to say the least I hoped going into the bathroom meant she was gong to
do it to me again, though why she couldn't do it in the bedroom I didn't know. I
got up and we walked into the other room where she closed the door behind us,
then bobbed down on the floor so she was kneeling on all fours with her ass up
in the air. I stood there for a moment, uncertain of what to do next until she
looked over her shoulders and lifted her arm up to beckon at me with a crooked
finger.
"C'mon over darling, Mommy has a job for you." She crooned seductively.
I knelt down behind her and began kissing her ass again, but she reached back
and pulled her cheeks apart to show me her brown rose bud, and urge me in with a
series of gentle but insistent pushes acting as hints. I watched as her anus
twitched, and then distended ready to blow another fart and moved forward.
"Just keep your mouth wide open."
I did. A hiss of fart gas blew out, but that wasn't all. The head of a large
brown monster began to emerge from out of the dark tunnel, forcing apart the
band of muscle and reminding me of a wrestler throwing a beaten opponent out of
the ring. It forced the muscle apart so far that I thought it would split, it
was difficult to imagine how anyone's buttocks could open up so far. Yvonne
grunted and made a loud "aggghhh" noise and an "Ohhh God, that's a big one" gasp
as she screwed her eyes tight and rode the pain. You can imagine the shock I
felt. Whatever else I may have been expecting, this certainly didn't fit the
picture. I flinched and instinctively tried to pull back, but Yvonne had
anticipated my reaction and was quicker than me. Her hand shot back and grabbed
a handful of my long hair, twisting and pulling until the only way to escape the
pain was to scurry back into the ominous looking valley.
"Open your mouth young lady, or I'll pull even harder." She threatened.
What choice did I really have? The woman sounded as though she really meant it,
and her grip on my hair was getting tighter by the second. I did as she ordered
and opened my mouth over the distended brown lump. The reaction was immediate,
as soon as my lips opened; it moved out further and began a slow determined
slide towards me. It looked like a rather thick rope, the kind of rope used in
gymnasiums, with coils and ridges winding down its length. The colour varied
from dark to light brown with lighter patches in places, but the main thing was
the smell. I can't describe the disgust I felt as the stinking odour invaded my
nostrils, it's something I'm still not used to even after all those years of
eating her shit. It squeezed past my lips and began filling my mouth with its
heat and its ponderous bulk, snapping my jaws open to almost bursting point with
its girth.
"Be brave." She intoned.
I think I was very brave right then. How many girls have to swallow huge clods
of shit from older women's assholes. To Yvonne's delight I was doing just that.
"Chew it now, break it off with your teeth and start chewing."
I brought my jaw down and bit down hard. An explosion of filth sent me reeling
as the taste spread out and intensified against my pallet. It tasted like the
strongest Camembert you could ever imagine. I carried on chomping, breaking its
hot mass down into a manageable consistency with my salavia.
"Now swallow it Tina. Take down a mouthful and when that's gone eat another.
When you've eaten that, open your mouth again, you haven't finished your meal by
a long chalk."
I gulped and it set off down my gullet like a lump of soggy putty until it found
its way to my stomach. The poor thing so used to meals of pleasant tasting food
protested strongly by registering its shock and surprise in the form of a loud
rolling belch. I swallowed again and felt the fowl mush slither its way down my
food pipe to join the other lump of waste.
"If you want to be my special girlfriend you're going to have to get used to
eating my shit. Now come on! Swallow everything, I'm going to crap my insides
out and you're going to eat it."
I repeated this twice more until my mouth was finally empty. Then I looked up at
Yvonne's face, noticing her lust as she watched my performance. Her fingers were
pistoning away between her legs, squelching in and out of her cunt as she played
with herself. The site of me eating from her in such a vile and perverted
fashion thrilled her to bursting point. The brown rose bud opened again,
stalagmites of poop hanging from it, and another brown log wound its way out
like paste from a tube of puree. My eyes were stinging and my cheeks felt wet,
then I noticed I was crying with the sound of my sobbing filling the room. As a
turn on this was more than Yvonne could have ever hoped for, the sounds of my
distress acted as a catalyst for her impending orgasm and soon her groans of
lust were filling the room as well. If I thought she would take pity on my cries
I was very much mistaken. Instead she decided to sit fully on my face and plant
her anus over my mouth. Her full weight settled down on me as she enveloped my
face with her buttocks. Now sitting comfortably, she began shitting with greater
vigour. This is something Yvonne has always enjoyed doing with me, but this was
my first time. She enjoyed the feeling of my mouth as I chewed and ate; it was
something that never failed to turn her on. Now comfortable her shit began
pumping into my mouth and down my bobbing throat with even greater speed.
Repetition set in with me chewing, swallowing, and emptying my mouth, opening it
again, more shit splurging in and I in turn eating it. On and on I fed, until
she dumped her last morsel down my throat and climaxed, her moans and sobs
competed with mine until she gradually quietened down and turned round to look
at me, my mouth full of her faeces and still chewing.
"Oh God, oh God that was beautiful darling. Just out of this world." She gushed.
Her last turd still stood erect and sprouted out of my mouth like a bloated
cigar. A fit of giggles made her double up with mirth as she guided the tip down
between my lips.
"Oh you darling. Just look at you. Here goes angel mouth, eat it all up, eat up
Yvonne's present, it'll do ya good."
My chewing jaws did their work and eventually my mouth began emptying, until
with a final gulp it was gone.
"I'd kiss you but your breath might leave a lot to be desired." she chucked.
"Come on, let's get into the shower, I'll give you something to wash it all down
with."
Another bout of swallowing ensued, this time with Yvonne standing over me as she
pissed her hot fountain between my lips. It came in a steaming torrent, gurgling
over my tonsils like Niagara Falls as I swallowed her hot stream. I could taste
her piss, bitter and briny, in spite of the strong flavour of faeces still in my
mouth. I've sampled many women's pee during my years as a submissive but none
have ever been such a shock to the taste buds as Yvonne's was.
She shook her labia a couple of time to knock any remaining drops onto my tongue
and then stepped away and turned on the shower, drenching me with hot clean
water. After a thorough wash with a bar of soap and shampoo she turned off the
water and led me to the sink. Then she left me and padded back into the bedroom
and I heard the clasp of her handbag being snapped open. She returned, handing
me a tube of toothpaste and a brush and then left me to clean my teeth. I heard
the boiling of the kettle as I worked away with the brush, cleansing my mouth of
the sewage it had just eaten until my breath tasted fresh once more. When I
retuned to the bedroom she was laying naked on the bed smoking a cigarette and
drinking a cup of coffee.
"There's one for you here." She said pointing to the mug on the bedside table. I
took the coffee and sat down next to her watching as she blew a smoke ring into
the air. Her green eyes lit on me and she appeared to be in a reflective mood,
perhaps even a little subdued which was unusual for Yvonne, who's temperament I
would have described as mercurial to say the least. The way her mood migrated
from frivolity one minute to mature appraisal the next unsettled me at times. I
cringe sometimes when I remember she was a judge.
"I had to do that to you. You do understand don't you? If I'd have asked you to
let me do it, you'd have refused."
I realized she was using the same line she'd tried a couple of weeks earlier
when she tried to excuse herself for forcing me to drink from her. I knew I
should have been angry for what she'd just done to me, after all I hadn't agreed
to any of it, she'd had her way without my consent and seemingly without any
consideration for my feelings. Yet in spite of that, there lingered the hope
that I might learn to handle it given time. I adored Yvonne and would have done
anything to please her and make her happy. If she enjoyed doing that to me and
wanted to use me again like that in the future, then clearly this was a way to
make my self-indispensable to her. Who else I reasoned would let her do that to
them, maybe she would come to adore me like I did her, I was terrified she might
tire of me. I decided to signal my consent, and childish though my words might
be, I looked for a way to tell her everything was going to be okay. There was
another factor in all of this though; I wanted to grow up quicker and take my
place as true woman. I'd always tried to act older than I was, I was even
watching Yvonne smoke her cigarette with envy and wondering if she would let me
have a puff if I asked nicely. I hated being seen as an akward adolescent, and
was desperate to grow up sooner rather than wait and let nature take its course.
I thought for a moment, my thoughts colliding and battling with each other in my
mind as I decided what to say for the best.
"Was I a good Yvonne?"
"Yes, you were Tina. You were more than good."
"Do real lesbians do what we just did, you know what we did in the bathroom?
She stopped in the action of bringing the cigarette to her lips. It was her turn
to look at me and consider what to say next.
"Some do If they're sexy little sluts like you are." She said carefully.
"Only real sluts do that then?"
"Definitely. Only the nastiest sluts."
"So if I do that again, then I'll be a fully fledged lesbian slut much quicker?"
I asked in a hopeful voice.
"I can absolutely guarantee that my dear. If you let me poo in your mouth again
and you're very, very good and eat up everything I give you, you'll be such a
very horny slut and so wonderfully depraved too." She said with very wide eyes.
That clinched it as far as I was concerned, in what I hoped was a very adult way
I looked her straight in the eyes and in as solemn a voice as I could manage;
"Well then Yvonne, them you must do it to me as many times as you want. I
promise you I'll learn to eat everything just how you want to me to. Then I'll
be dead slutty just be like your real girlfriend."
My words touched her, because she stubbed her cigarette out, and with a gentle
smile reached over to stroke my cheeks.
"You are my real girlfriend Tina. I've never had such a good time with anyone
else."
"Am I the best ever? Do you like sex with me more than anyone else?" I asked
boldly.
She brought her face down to mine and with a gentle kiss on the bridge of my
nose she told me all I wanted to hear.
"Darling, you're the best sex I've ever had, there's no way I'm ever going to
let you go. I'm going to have you every chance I can. Now crawl down the bed and
put that pretty angel mouth of yours to work. I'm going to cream you a mouthful
that even you're going to find hard to swallow."
The End