Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2011 10:18:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alicia Seduces Her Stepmother (lesbian/adult youth, oral, g/g, g/F, fgFF

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          Alicia Seduces Her Stepmother
                       By
                      Jan

	My name is Alicia, and I can't begin to tell my
story without discussing my parents.  My father's
name of Richard was all too appropriate.  He truly
was a Dick.  He was a tall man of six-foot five, dark
curly hair, blue gray eyes, very handsome.  He was
brilliant.  He was an over achiever.  He could be cruel
to achieve his desires.  He was truly a petty man,
given to seeking retribution against anyone that he
perceived as having gotten in his way.  He had
graduated from an ivy-league university, and moved
right into a position with a Fortune 500 Company.
He moved up through the company quickly.  When
being single became a hindrance to socializing with
upper management, he sought out and married a
trophy wife that had been properly schooled in being
the wife of an ambitious man.  She would never
dream of embarrassing him at a social function.

	My mother's name was Victoria, but I felt she
should have been named Barbie, because she
reminded me of a Barbie Doll, an unrealistically
beautiful empty headed plaything.  Her biggest fear
was that my birth would destroy her figure.  Her
life consisted of parties and the country club.  As
soon as I was old enough to go to school I was sent
off to a proper boarding school.

	I didn't miss my parents all that much, because
I was closer to my nanny and the maid than I was to
them.  I settled into school life quickly.  Nature had
endowed me with my parent's good looks and the
sharp mind of my father.  I knew from the start
that I did not want to be like my mother.  I had no
desire to spend my life just playing bridge, golf, and
tennis.

	I was no more than 10-years-old when my
mother managed to drive her Mercedes SL Roadster
into a tree at high speed while in a drunken stupor.
I was given a week to go home to attend her funeral.
About the same time sex was becoming an issue
among my classmates and me.

	My friends were starting to discuss sex with
boys.  They were constantly discussing how
attractive cretin movie stars and recording artists
were.  They read all of the fan magazines to keep up
on the latest gossip.  Some of my classmates were
children of celebrities.  One was the daughter of a
famous Broadway star, another girl was the
daughter of a famous movie and recording star,
several were children of politicians and diplomats.
Most of my classmates were daughters of stock
brokers or wealthy businessmen.

	The daughters of celebrities drew a lot of
attention until we found out that they came from
just as dysfunctional and fucked up families as our
own.  It only took a few weeks to get over the
novelty of a new celebrity's child entering our school
before they became just another member of the
school.

	Some of the girls had experienced sex at the
hands of care givers, boyfriends of their mothers,
older siblings or relatives.  The girls like me that had
no experience with males, were fascinated with the
girls that had been fucked.  The girls told us all
about what it was like to be fucked.  Some of them
glorified the act beyond any reality, others
complained about the pain so much, that some of us
feared the day that some boy fucked us.  There was
even a couple of girls that had been raped by men
when they were so young that their vaginas were
damaged so much that they would never be able to
have children.  Just the same the typical
conversation was about how thrilling it was to kiss
boys.

	The fact that no males were available to
practice with naturally led to the girls practicing
with each other.  Now...that got my interest.  I had
no use for my father, and all boys reminded me of
him.  They were pushy and rude as far as I was
concerned.  While one of the older girls in school
was practicing kissing with me, she started feeling
me up.  That was very thrilling to me.  I was happy
to feel her up.  She was only a few years older than
me, but she was starting to develop breasts.  I felt
them and sucked on them for her.  We even rubbed
pussies, but didn't go beyond that.  While that was
going on, my father was pursuing his career.

	There were holidays that I had to remain at
school, because he was busy.  Besides, he played the
martyred widow until such time as it became
expedient to remarry.

	I'm not sure if one of those times when I had
to remain at school he was busy or dating women.
Just the same, one of my teachers took pity on me,
and invited me to spend the holiday with her.

	This teacher was named Ms. Harris, a Scots-
Irish natural redhead.  She was a nice looking
woman, with a trace of freckles across her nose.
When my classmates were packing up to go home for
the holiday, I remained in the dorm.  After they
were gone Ms. Harris took me home with her.

	I found it interesting to be in the home of one
of my teachers.  It was a modest little bungalow.
The rooms were small, and she only had one
bedroom.  Hell, I had stayed in hotel rooms that
were larger than her home.  There was only the one
small bathroom.  It had an old porcelain coated iron
bathtub with a shower head over it.  If you wanted
to take a shower you had to draw a curtain around
the tub.  The bathroom sink was a porcelain pedestal
thing right out of the 30's.  The toilet was no newer.
Her bedroom was smaller than my closet at home.
The full sized bed almost filled the room.  You
almost had to sit on the side of the bed to open the
drawers of her dresser.  I hardly thought about
where I was going to sleep until bedtime.

	We had spent the afternoon talking to each
other.  She told me that when we were not at school
that I didn't have to call her Ms. Harris, and I could
call her Kathy.   She told me about her family, where
she went to school, her friends and such.  She also
got me to tell her all about myself.  I found myself
telling her more about myself than I had ever told
anyone.  Time passed quickly.  As the evening wore
on the conversation became more personal.  She
admitted that she had little use for men.  She told
me about having been raped by a boy she thought
was her boyfriend.  She told me how much it hurt
when he bragged to his buddies about making her
suck his cock and how she moaned when he fucked
her.  She told me about becoming very shy and
withdrawn because the guys assumed that she was a
tramp and an easy lay.  She asked me if I had any
sexual experience.  I told her that I had never dated
any boys.  She was very understanding, "I guess you
don't have much opportunity going to an all girl
boarding school."

	Then she told me, 'I knew that a lot of girls in
the school do experiment with a little lesbian sex."

	I was naive about the word.  I only had a vague
idea that she was talking about the way we practiced
kissing with each other.  The conversation was
making me feel all atingle, and my mouth and throat
were dry.  She asked me, "Have you ever played with
any of my classmates that way?"

	I felt comfortable that anything we said to
each other would not be shared with anyone, so I
admitted that I had kissed one of the older girls at
school, without mentioning her name.  Kathy pressed
me for details.  I told her how we kissed each other
with tongue, and that led to me sucking her small
breasts, and rubbing each other's pussy.  She
pressed me for more details.  She wanted to know if
we kissed each other's pussy.

	The idea of putting my mouth on another girl's
pussy sounded so nasty, but strangely exciting too.
I assured her that we had not done anything like
that.  Then I asked her if she had ever done that?

	Kathy said, "Whatever we say here does not go
beyond this room!"

	I assured her that I would never tell anyone
whatever she told me.

	Kathy got very secretive as she said, "After I
was raped and became withdrawn, my mother's
younger sister befriended me.  She got me to tell
her everything, while I was spending a weekend with
her.  We hugged while I told her everything.  She
kissed my tear stained cheeks before she started
kissing me on the mouth.  One thing led to another.
That night we made love until we were exhausted.  I
have never wanted sex with a man since.

	The idea that this lovely woman was admitting
that that she had no use for men, and preferred to
have sex with other women gave me a lot to think
about.

	We were sitting on her small couch while we
were confessing our deepest secrets to each other.
I felt a special bond with her.  It felt perfectly
natural that she put her arm around me, and hugged
me.  Our heads were so close together that I could
smell her breath.  It was not a foul smell at all. It
was just a hint of minty mouthwash.  When she
lowered her head to kiss me, it was natural that I
opened my mouth to accept her tongue.

	She held me with her left arm, while she took a
long time kissing me.  I didn't resist when she
started rubbing my chest.  Of course my chest was
as flat as a board.  The friction on my nipples was
very exciting though.  She started removing my
school uniform.  I leaned forward to allow her to pull
my blazer off.  Then she unbuttoned my blouse.  She
pulled it out of my skirt, to remove it.  I had on a
full slip, so she had to remove my skirt before she
could remove my slip.  She unbuttoned the pleated
skirt, and unzipped the back before she had me
stand up to pull the skirt down.  Then she took hold
of the hem of my slip to pull it up and over my head.
She allowed me to sit down without removing my
panties.

	As soon as we were cuddled up again, on the
couch, she started feeling me up once more.  She
started kissing me again.  She whispered sweet
things in my ear, followed with wet kisses down my
neck.  She virtually kissed and licked her way down
my neck to my chest.  She licked and sucked on both
of my small nipples until I couldn't stand it any
longer.  She must have felt uncomfortable about
being fully dressed, while I was only wearing panties.

	She lifted her head, after I pushed her head
away from my nipples.  At that point she sat back,
and started to remove her own clothes.  She had on
a nice spring dress suitable for an Easter vacation.
The dress had a tight bodice that zipped down the
left side of her body.  She had to stand up to pull
the dress off of her shoulders and down over her
hips.  To my amazement she not only didn't have a
slip on, she didn't have any underwear on.  All she
had on had warning was self supporting nylons and
high heeled sandals with cork platforms, that added
a good three inches to her height.  I was very
impressed with her figure.

	The only way I can describe her is to say that
it would be hard to find a flaw with her body.  Her
breasts hardly sagged without the support of a bra,
and they were a firm 36-C size.  The areolas were
about two inches in diameter capped by inverted
nipples.  I could see her ribs.  She had a flat
stomach.  Of course my eyes were drawn to her
pubic area.  She had wide set hips, with long shapely
legs.  It was obvious that she trimmed her reddish-
pink pubic hair.  She was standing so close to me
that I could smell the aroma of her pussy, before
she sat back down.

	As soon as she planted her butt next to me, I
just had to feel her breasts.  I put both of my
hands on her breasts, and squeezed them.  They felt
like velvet, and there was a lot of give to them even
though they firmly held their shape when released.
She had her left hand around my waist, while she
used her right hand to cup her left breast, and
lifted it up in an unmistakable gesture of wanting me
to suckle on her nipple.  I lowered my head, and
opened my mouth as I took possession of her lovely
pink areola.  I stuck my tongue into her inverted
nipple.  After awhile I had to suck the other nipple
too.  While I was doing that Kathy had placed her
right hand on my tummy, and slowly slid her finger
into the waistband of my white panties.

	I could hardly hold my body still as her fingers
sought out my little wet crack.  She was driving me
crazy, as she played with my little clit.  I felt some
discomfort when she delved into my vagina, and
encountered my hymen.  She made no attempt to
deflower me.  Just the same she just had to remove
my panties.  She went on about how lovely my pussy
looked, as she knelt between my skinny legs.  She
blew her cool breath on my vulva, before she started
licking my pussy.

	I couldn't believe that she actually wanted to
taste my pussy.  I had thought all body eliminations
were nasty, after all that was where pee came out
of, but she acted as if she actually loved the taste
of my flesh.  I can't even describe the feeling she
was inducing in me.  By body quivered uncontrollably.
I felt like I had to pee.  I told Kathy to stop,
because I had to pee.  She ignored my warning, and
continued to suck on my clit.  I thought I could not
hold back the pee any longer, and relaxed, but
nothing happened, I still felt like I needed to pee.

	When Kathy finally lifted her head, she told
me, "Honey, you are right on the edge of having your
first climax.  It will probably be another year or so
before you have your first climax for real.  When it
finally happens, it will feel like you're going to pass
out.  When it is over, you will feel so relaxed that it
is hard to lift your arms and legs.  I will keep making
love to you every chance we get until you know what
a climax is all about."

	She sat back down on the couch, and placed
her left leg behind my body.  She relaxed with her
head resting on the arm of the couch, and her right
foot still resting on the floor.  It was obvious that
she wanted me to make love to her.

	I was fascinated with her body.  I lay on top of
her, and kissed her on the mouth.  It was thrilling to
feel her body under me.  I could smell my pussy juice
all over her face, and taste it, as I tongue kissed
her.  I started licking my way down her neck down to
her chest.  I suckled both tits for a short time
before continuing down her body.  I stopped at her
navel, to tongue the indentation for awhile.  Kathy
let me know that she wanted me to continue south
by placing her hands on top of my head and pressing
down.

	I was rubbing my body against her vulva as I
slid down her body.  As I had noted before, she had
shaved her pubic hair into a triangle and trimmed it
to an even length of about a quarter inch long.  As I
approached the junction of her body I could smell
the musky odor of her pussy.  The thought that I
was about to do something so erotically nasty made
my pussy feel wet.  Kathy had her fingers laced
through my hair, and she smashed my face against
her wet pussy.  I couldn't help but notice that her
inner labia lips were much larger than mine.  It was
interesting that I could suck one side of her lips into
my mouth and pull my head back stretching the skin
well beyond her vulva.  I could not ignore her clit
either.  She was responding with all kinds of nasty
encouragements.  Eventually she let me know that
she was cumming.  My face was flooded with her
juice.

	When she recovered she kissed me with such
passion that I thought she was going to suck the air
out of my lungs.  She eventually stood up, and pulled
me to my feet by my hands.  She led me to her
bedroom, where she simply pulled back the cover and
sheet.  She left on a small night light after turning
off the overhead lights.  We cuddled together
before we started making love all over again.  I will
never forget that night.  We sucked each other's
pussy four more times before falling asleep in
exhaustion.  It was noon before we woke up the next
day.

	Nature was calling both of us to the bathroom.
She allowed me to sit down and pee first.  She
brushed her teeth, washed her face, and brushed
her hair before I finished peeing.  Then we changed
places.  She gave me a new toothbrush to use.  When
we were cleaned up, we made our way downstairs.
She made toast and coffee for us before pouring
bowls of breakfast cereal.  When I asked what we
were going to do for the week, she smiled, "I plan to
fuck you night and day!"

	I had to laugh at the mental picture.  That was
when it dawned on me that I had been so excited
about spending the week with her, that I only had
the clothes scattered around the living-room floor.

	I rinsed out my blouse, pantyhose, panties and
slip in the bathroom and hung them on the curtain
rod over the tub.  We made love several times during
the day.  As evening approached Kathy suggested
that we go out for dinner.  I reminded her that my
lingerie was still wet.  She chuckled and suggested
that I wear one of her small jersey tops, without
panties or nylons.  The idea frightened me, and
titillated me too.

	While I put on her jersey T-shirt, my skirt, and
my flats, she slipped a simple shift over her head
without any underwear too.  She put on her heels,
grabbed her purse.

	She drove us to the business section of down
town.  I was struck by how much downtown looked
like a deserted place after normal working hours.
There was not much traffic.  She wheeled her car
into a parking lot behind a building that had a
restaurant on the ground floor.  We entered the
back door working our way past the kitchen,
bathrooms, and office.  The dining room was not all
that crowded.

	We were ushered to a table for two, given
menus, and told that our waitress would be right
with us.  The waitress brought us water and asked if
we were ready to order.  I couldn't help notice the
way she looked at me.  Kathy ordered for both of us.
While we waited, I surveyed the room.

	I noticed that everyone in the place was a
woman.  Some were dressed in casual pants and
shirts, but most of them were in dresses.  I noticed
some couples holding hands.  I also became aware of
the attention I was drawing.  It felt like all eyes
were on me or Kathy.  After all I believed that she
was the prettiest woman in the place.  Of course I
was falling in love with my teacher.

	Kathy told me, "Don't worry this is a lesbian
restaurant and night-club.  These old dykes are
drooling over you!"

	We had a great dinner, and Kathy used her
credit card to pay the bill.  Before we left, Kathy
told me to turn my chair to face a couple of
attractive women to our left.  She told me to spread
my legs to flash them.  When I did, the two women
smiled at me.  I felt strange flashing someone, but it
was also exciting.

	Kathy and I hardly wore any clothes all week.
Sex was our main activity.  Just when I thought she
had taught me everything, she started introducing
me to anal sex.  I had the same reaction to the idea
about anal sex, as I had about putting my mouth on
the same place we peed from, I felt just as adamant
about licking assholes.  Kathy licked my asshole until
I almost climaxed again.  By the time she had licked
my asshole a few times, I felt that I had to try and
do the same thing for her.

	When I spread the cheeks of her ass I took a
good look at her tight little pink rosebud.  When I
moved my face close, I was mildly surprised that I
actually found the smell of her asshole sweet.  It
was a simple step to begin licking her asshole.  I felt
a certain amount of pride in my ability to please
Kathy.  The week ended all too soon.  For the
remainder of the spring semester Kathy and I had a
torrid romance.

	When I had to go home for the summer my
father introduced me to Anna, his next trophy wife.
The minute I met her I felt uncomfortable with her.
It was obvious that her act for my father's benefit
was put on.  I felt the tension in everything she said,
and her touch.  I figured that she resented the
presence of a daughter.  I was a reminder to her
that she was not the first woman in my father's life,
or an impediment to her getting her hands on his
money.

	I knew that our relationship was going to be a
difficult one.  She was a conniving bitch, but the
sharpest pencil in the box.  I borrowed her cell
phone long enough to get another cell phone keyed to
hers.  It was a simple thing to set it up so that all
incoming and outgoing calls on her cell phone and
house land lines were recorded.  I figured she
wouldn't be living there long time before she would
say something stupid.

	It was not a matter of trying to protect my
father.  I knew he was an asshole.  He deserved
every bit of retribution coming to him.  I figured
someday a bigger asshole would ruin his career.  He
had all of the emotion of a rattlesnake.  I just
wanted to put the bitch in her place.

	When I checked the recordings, I deleted
everything until I came to something interesting.
Some of her conversations with her friends were
less than discreet.  The confessions of her plans for
gold digging would not impress my father.  He knew
what he was marrying, and I'm sure she signed a
prenuptial that was iron clad, even if she did read
what she signed.  Even if she read it, she wasn't
legally educated enough to understand what she
read.

	One afternoon I happened to be listening to a
recording between Anna and a girlfriend named
Wendy, it really got my attention.  They were
confessing their love for each other.  At first I
figured they were related.  But very soon they were
having phone sex with each other.  It was worth
listening to all of the conversation.  I was even
tempted to play with myself while listening to their
conversation.

	Finding out that she was a closet lesbian was
very interesting.  I doubted that my father would
give a damn about her sucking pussy.  He had
married her just to have eye candy on his arm at
appropriate functions, but I started thinking about
using the recordings to take advantage of her.  She
wouldn't know what his reactions would be.  Just to
be sure, I amassed a library of her phone sex
conversations.

	Then they made a date for Wendy to come
over when my dad was out of town on business, and I
was supposed to be shopping with a friend.  I had
canceled the shopping date, without her knowledge.
I quickly picked up four remote lipstick cameras.  I
set up a couple in the master bedroom and a couple
in the family room, just in case she did all of her
playing in one of the two rooms.  The recorder was
capable of recording all four channels at the same
time.  I was even able to monitor the action on my
notebook computer with my wireless connection.  So
I hid out in the pool house to watch the action.

	It was definitely worth watching.  Wendy
arrived at the appointed hour and they started
making out in the family room.  After kissing for a
few minutes they started feeling each other's
breasts before retreating to the master bedroom.
The two of them rapidly removed each other's
clothes.  The cool thing about having cameras
located high at two ends of the room was being able
to watch the action from different angles.
Eventually they separated, and got dressed so that
Wendy could go home.

	I spent the rest of the afternoon editing the
videos.  I took the four tracks and cut and spliced
electronically to make a continuous video.  I made a
couple of copies before deleting the multi tracks.  I
debated all night long about how to take advantage
of the situation.  When the opportunity arose the
next day I removed the cameras.

	They were in the process of planning a simple
garden party wedding.  They insisted that I be a
member of the wedding party.  Anna suggested that
I be the maid of honor.  I quickly suggested that her
best friend should be the maid of honor.  I was
happy to simply be a bridesmaid.  I didn't formally
meet Wendy until the wedding rehearsal.  I had to
admit that she was a beautiful woman.

	The wedding came off with only a couple of
hitches.  Wendy and I wore halter topped evening
dresses.  She was a well endowed woman, and filled
her bodice very nicely, but my breasts were just
little lumps.  The bodice looked like empty sacks until
Wendy stuffed them with tissue.

	There were only about 20 couples at the
wedding, a few of Anna's family and some couples
that Dad selected for political reasons.  There was a
garden party following the wedding.  The summer air
was filled with the smell of flowers, booze, cigars,
and cigarettes.  There was a five piece band playing
from the gazebo for the guests to dance on the
patio.  I befriended Wendy, and saw to it that her
glass was never empty.

	As the afternoon turned to dusk the guests
made their exits, and the newlyweds made their exit
to catch the plane to Hawaii for a couple of weeks.
By that time Wendy was plastered and fixing to
have a crying jag.  While the band was packing up, I
ushered Wendy into the house, and guided her to my
room.  I put her to bed before checking on the
domestic help hired to cater the wedding and to
thank the band.  When the house was quiet I
returned to my room to check on Wendy.

	She had calmed down, and wanted to drive
home.  I insisted that she was in no condition to be
driving.  I assured her that she was welcome to stay
with me.  I assured her that I wanted the company.
When she gave up I helped her get undressed.  That
was no problem at all.  All I had to do was unsnap
the halter top behind the neck, and the maroon
evening dress cascaded down her body.  I had to give
Anna credit, Wendy had a marvelous body.  She
didn't have on a bra, or need one.  She didn't have
panties on because she obviously didn't want any
panty-lines showing.  I noted that she had shaved
her pussy completely for the wedding.  Her self-
supporting nylons were very sexy with the lace
spandex tops.  Her four inch heels were perfect.  I
sat her on my bed, and picked up her dress to fold
it.

	When I unsnapped my own teal halter top, I
had forgotten about the tissue paper padding; they
fell out of the cups and fell to the floor in two moist
clumps.  The dress fell even easier than Wendy's.  I
picked up my dress, and the tissues.  I deposited the
paper in the trash can, before hanging up the dress.

	I was not as bold as Wendy; I had on nude
panties.  I rolled down my nylons and stepped out of
my heels.  I did remove my panties before getting in
bed with Wendy.  When I spooned her, she was
probably half asleep when she took hold of my hand
and pulled it over her body and down to her crotch.

	I started stroking her pussy for her.  She was
wet.  I stroked her clit until she was moaning in
pleasure.  I masturbated her until she climaxed.  I
suspect that she was too drunk to be aware that it
was me doing it to her.  She fell asleep as soon as
she calmed down.  I did enjoy the feeling of her butt
pressed against my lap.

	In the morning Wendy woke up with a splitting
headache and a full bladder.  She was confused for
a moment, before asking where a bathroom was.  I
escorted her to my bathroom.  She sat down to pee,
and placed her elbows on her knees and rested her
head in her hands.  She complained about her head,
and the fact that her mouth tasted like a cat had
taken a dump in it.

	I told her that I had plenty of new
toothbrushes...she was welcome to use one.  There
was aspirin too.  When she wiped herself she
managed to stand up like she was in pain.  She leaned
against the sink while she downed a couple of aspirin
with water.  The water made her dizzy.  She
brushed her teeth while I sat down to pee.

	It took her a little time to remember last
night.  She asked, "Did what happen last night really
happen?"

	'What do you think happened?"

	I think I remember someone playing with my
pussy last night."

	I moved close behind her and pressed my body
against her backside, and placed my hand on her
butt.  I ran my fingers down the crack of her ass
until I was able to cup her pussy.  "You were not
dreaming honey!"

	I finger fucked her while she stood there
holding onto the sink.  She tried to protest that I
was too young to be doing things like that.  I didn't
listen to her at all.  I took her back to bed and
sucked on her breasts while finger fucking her.  She
didn't resist when I went down on her and ate her
pussy.  She lamented that she was losing the love of
Anna to my father.

	I assured her that she would probably get to
see more of Anna than she ever had.  I told her that
my father's driving force was accumulating wealth.
Anna's obligation was to play the proper hostess for
influential guests and be the trophy wife.  He would
be away on business most of the time.  She could
practically move in here and live with her.

	When we reached my bed I pushed her
backwards onto the bed.  I'm sure she was strong
enough to overpower me if she wanted to, but she
didn't resist as I started doing to her what I had
witnessed Anna doing to her.  I must say it was
enjoyable seducing her.  I'm sure I fucked Wendy
more than my father fucked Anna for the next two
weeks.

	When the honeymooner's got home Dad went
back to work in a short time, and resumed working at
a feverish pace.  I let Anna become bored with
staying at home, while I kept Wendy so busy she was
not aware that I had reversed the battery in her
cell phone.  When I knew Anna was as frustrated as
she could get, I made my move.

	I went into her bedroom while she was getting
ready for bed.  I deliberately wore a gossamer
nightgown, while carrying my notebook computer.  I
told her that I had something for her to see.

	We sat on the side of her bed while I opened
the computer, I opened the file marked Anna's.  I
watched Anna's face carefully for her reaction.
Anna panicked when she witnessed the video of her
making love to Wendy.  She closed the screen when
she had seen herself going down on her lover.  "What
do you want for this video?"

	I knew I had complete control of her.  "I have
no intention of destroying such a classic video,
honey.  I want to be able to put myself to sleep
every night watching your performance.

	"Please...what do you want?"

	"I was just thinking how much I would like to
have you please me the way you obviously enjoy
pleasing Wendy."

	Poor Anna surrendered to my every whim.  I
made her suck my nipples, pussy and even lick my
asshole for hours on end.  I even embarrassed her
by having her eat my pussy in the morning when the
household staff came in to clean my room.  When
she was totally broken I insisted that she bring
Wendy over.  I had her make love to her in front of
me.  When Wendy came to me and knelt in front of
me to eat my pussy, poor Anna was in tears.  I had
complete control of her before I returned to school.
I made her promise to come up for regular visits,
and to bring Wendy.  I was planning on making her
perform for my teachers and a select group of
friends.



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