Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2013 12:06:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jane Parks <janeparkshot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Choir Director 1

Choir Director

Jane Parks

F/F, f/f, f/F, ff/F, Humil. Reluctant

Mandy and Tracy were very good girls.  And as
we all know, very good girls get stories.

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Angela Phillips was a good church choir
director.  Actually, she was a very good
church choir director.  Everyone, including
the pastor and the members of the church
council wondered why Angela had agreed so
readily to be the choir director at their
small rural church.  They all knew that she
could have done much better, salary wise.  She
could have been choir director at any one of a
number of big city churches that could afford
to pay her what she was worth, instead of the
near subsistence wage that their church could
offer.

In fact, she had been choir director at a big,
downtown church for the past three years.  But
she had told the pastor and the church council
at her new church she had tired of fast passed
big city life and wanted a rest in the
country.  Truth to tell, the church leaders
didn't wonder long about their good fortune.
They just thanked God that Angela was willing
to be their choir director.

Angela could afford to become the choir
director of the little rural church.  She
didn't need money.  She had all the money she
could ever need.  She had seen to that at her
last church.  She hadn't had any trouble at
all convincing Mrs. Manning to give her a
rather handsome sum of money.  No trouble at
all.  Especially when she showed Mrs. Manning
copies of the digital photos she had taken of
Mrs. Manning doing all those nasty,
humiliating things to herself and to Angela.

Angela had had such fun taking those pictures.

And Angela had also had such fun making Mrs.
Manning do all those really slutty,
humiliating things to her.  And, truth to
tell, Mrs. Manning had had fun too, at the
time.  That is, until Angela threatened to
email copies of her salacious pictures to Mr.
Manning and all his prominent business
associates.  Then it just wasn't any fun any
more for poor Mrs. Manning.  In fact, Mrs.
Manning nearly had a breakdown when Angela
confronted her with the pictures.  And her
threats about what she was going to do with
them.  Angela liked that part very much.  Her
near hysteria made Mrs. Manning ever so much
more tractable.

Angela had promised to destroy all of those
photos in return for a rather handsome sum of
money.  Mrs. Manning, whose family owned about
half of the downtown buildings near the big
city church, was more than happy to oblige.
In fact, Mrs. Manning almost broke her wrist
writing her name on the settlement check,
which was somewhere in the six figures.  When
Angela told Mrs. Manning she planned on moving
to the country very soon, there was almost a
hint of regret on her face.  Almost.  But then
her regret was replaced by purest relief.

Mrs. Manning knew deep down that she had
gotten off lightly.  She couldn't hope to get
off nearly as lightly if she succumbed to
Angela again.  Still.

So now Angela had a new job and a new flock of
fascinating women to pick and choose from.

Some young women and even a few not so young
women from the choir tempted her.  Several of
them presented real possibilities for Angela
to have fun with.  She was very happy.  Oh
yes.  Country women would be such a tasty
change from her usual fare of city women.

Simple pleasures were the best after all.

Weren't they?

After about a month of directing the little
rural church choir, Angela had made her first
pick.  Mandy.  Mandy was a local high school
teacher.  She had a naturally sweet
disposition and she was also very shy and
self-effacing.  Just as Angela preferred her
little subby sex toys to be.  Mandy sang well,
but in a rather hushed soprano that really did
not stand out at all, even in this little
choir.  What really focused Angela on Mandy
was her almost sycophantish desire to be
helpful to the new choir director.  It was as
if for some reason Mandy had fastened onto
Angela, imprinted on her like a baby bird.

Every other day, Mandy called Angela at home
just to see if there were something she could
do for her, or something Angela needed that
Mandy could get for her.  If asked, Mandy
probably could not have explained at all to
herself or anyone else why she wanted to be so
helpful to Angela.  She just did.  Perhaps
subconsciously Mandy wanted to associate with
a big city woman.  Angela was so
sophisticated, so self-assured.  There was
just something about Angela that drew Mandy to
the new choir director.  Her poise.  Her
classiness.  Her clear headedness.  Her
decisiveness.  Mandy didn't understand it
herself, but chalked it up to the fact that
she didn't understand a lot of things that
went on around her.  She just knew she felt
different around Angela than she had around
any other woman.  And she liked how Angela
made her feel.  Angela was confident.

Mandy was very aware that she needed a
confident woman in her life.  Her stepmother
had been confident.  She had made all Mandy's
decisions for her.  Now, Mandy's stepmother
had passed away and Mandy knew that she needed
someone else to decide for her.  To guide her.
Angela also stirred longings deep within Mandy
that the young schoolteacher really didn't
understand.  She certainly remembered feeling
such longings for her stepmother, but she knew
that it was very, very wrong for her to feel
that way about her.  Why, that was almost
incest.  Wasn't it?  But maybe it was not so
wrong to feel those longings for Angela.
Mandy didn't understand a great deal about
such things.  Yet.

Angela was planning to change all that. And
Angela's plans had a way of coming true.
One Wednesday night during choir practice,
Angela decided to push the envelope with Mandy
just a little.  After practice, as everyone
was getting their coats to leave, Angela
subtly motioned for Mandy to come to the front
of the choir room.  It wasn't difficult to
catch Mandy's attention, as she had not been
able to take her eyes off Angela all evening.
Mandy hurried to where Angela was standing,
eager to learn what the other woman wanted her
to do.  Mandy was so desperate to do something
for her and so pleased that she was finally
going to have a chance to help in some way.

Angela leaned over across the lectern and
whispered into Mandy's ear.

"Mandy.  Could you stay until everyone else
has gone?  I really need for you to do me a
very big favor."

Mandy smiled brightly up at Angela.  She was
just so pleased that Angela finally wanted her
to do something for her.  And it must be very
important, the way Angela was acting so
secretive about it.  Mandy nodded her head
vigorously and just stood there quietly until
everyone else had left the church.  She wanted
to keep Angela's secret even though she didn't
know what it was.

Mandy waited silently till there was no more
noise out in the hall.

"What do you want me to do for you, Angela,"
Mandy said breathlessly.

"I'm just so happy to help you."

Angela looked over at Mandy with a faked look
of embarrassment on her face.

"Oh Mandy.  I'm just so humiliated.  I really
need for you to help me."

Mandy looked around to make sure everyone was
indeed gone.

"What are you humiliated about, Angela?  You
know I'll do anything I can to help you."

Angela looked furtively at Mandy.

"Look, Mandy.  You can't tell anybody about
this.  OK?"

Mandy nodded her head solemnly.  Just like a
little girl entrusted with a big secret.

Whatever it was, it would have to remain their
little confidence.  Mandy understood
perfectly.

When Angela saw how seriously Mandy was taking
all this, she practically burst out laughing.
But she restrained herself.  Here was the
first test, and, if Mandy passed it to
Angela's satisfaction, there was a very good
chance that Angela would soon have herself a
cute new little play toy.  It had really been
too long since Angela had a sweet little subby
like Mrs. Manning to bend to her will.  And
Mandy looked just right.  She looked yummy in
fact.  Mandy was short, barely five feet tall.
She had small, perky breasts, a flat tummy,
and nice, curvy legs.  Angela confessed to
herself that she liked her subbies to look
young, almost girl-like.  And Mandy filled the
bill perfectly.

Angela's voice became conspiratorial.

"OK, Mandy.  Here's what happened.  During
practice, I got so excited about the way you
all were singing that I...."

Mandy strained forward to hear what had
happened.  Her doe eyes were open so wide; her
full lips parted.

"You what, Angela?"

Angela looked away melodramatically, then she
turned back to look mock meaningfully at
Mandy.

"I... wet myself."

Mandy blushed scarlet at the very thought of
her choir director actually wetting herself
during practice.  She shyly wondered to
herself what having wet panties on felt like.
She hadn't had wet panties on since she was a
very little girl.  The thought caused an idle
little itch to start burning deep inside her.
Mandy had not felt that itch for a long time,
and it frightened her a little.

But Mandy silenced her fear.  Angela clearly
needed her help and Mandy chided herself for
even thinking of her little itch at a time
like this.

"Oh, Angela.  How embarrassing."

Angela put on a false expression of chagrin.
"Yes, it really is."

Mandy was confused.

"Well, choir practice is over, Angela.  Why
don't you just go home and change?"

Angela looked dismayed.

"I can't, Mandy.  I have a meeting with the
church board in ten minutes.  I don't have
time to go home and change, and come back
without being late.  I can't afford to keep
them waiting for me."

Mandy would believe a story like that.  It was
certainly true that her principal, Mrs. Davy,
became quite angry at her for being late to
meetings.  She didn't understand the situation
well enough to know that the church leaders
were so grateful to have Angela as their choir
director that they would have waited all night
for her.

Not knowing, Mandy nodded her head as if it
all made sense to her.  She was trying so hard
to understand.  Really she was.  She knew
Angela needed her.  That was clear enough.
But she just couldn't figure out what she
could do.  What did Angela want her to do?
"What can I do to help, Angela?"

Angela leaned even further over the lectern.
"You can let me wear your panties to the
meeting, Mandy."

Angela whispered the words as if they were top
secret.

Mandy blushed even deeper.

"*My* panties" Mandy practically whispered the
words.

"Oh my.  My panties."

Angela nodded.

"Yes, Mandy.  Yours are nice and dry and I can
wear them to the meeting without worrying
about being embarrassed or humiliated."

Mandy looked confused.

"You want me to give you my panties to wear.
Then, what are you going to do with yours?"

Angela allowed herself a little inward smirk
of satisfaction.  Mandy was actually falling
for it.

"Well, I was hoping I could give them to you
sweetie, to wash and dry and give back to me
tomorrow night.  I'm afraid if I put them in
my purse, they'll fall out during the meeting
and I'll be really embarrassed.  And I don't
want to make you wait for the next two hours
while I'm at the meeting.  If I give them to
you now, you can go on home and wash them for
me like a good girl."

At the thought of taking Angela's pee wet
panties and washing them for her, Mandy sucked
in her breath in sheerest embarrassment.  This
was such an unusual request. First Angela
wanted her to give up her own panties to wear.

That would mean that Mandy wouldn't be wearing
any panties at all on her way home.  Then
Angela wanted her to take her wet panties home
and wash them for her.  This was so confusing.
But Mandy really did want to help Angela in
any way she could.  And the thought of
actually holding Angela's freshly worn panties
in her hands did make Mandy's secret itch
burn.  Mandy was a little anxious about that,
but tried to suppress her anxiety and to focus
on the matter at hand.  Was she going to do
what Angela asked or not.

Mandy decided.

"OK, Angela.  Give me your panties and I'll
give you mine to wear."

Angela looked chagrined.

"Look, Mandy.  I don't want to get any... you
know...pee on my hands.  I don't have much time
and I'm afraid somebody might smell it on my
hands.  And I'd be just so embarrassed.  Could
you do me a really big favor and take them off
for me.  You're going home right now, and so
you can wash your hands as soon as you get
home."

Mandy lowered her head in humiliation.  She
hadn't thought that she would actually have to
take Angela's soiled panties off for her.
That kind of intimacy was way beyond anything
Mandy had ever thought about with another
woman.  Even her stepmother.  But Angela was
being perfectly reasonable with her request.

Mandy could well understand how Angela didn't
want to take the chance of giving herself away
to the church board members.  How truly
embarrassing that would be.  A grown woman
peeing her panties certainly wouldn't want her
employers knowing about it.  Would she?

"OK, Angela.  I guess we'll have to do it like
that."

Angela smiled her sweetest smile.

"Thanks, Mandy.  Thanks a lot, sweetie.  Now
you just reach up under your skirt and slip
your panties off and put them on the lectern.
Then slip mine off and put them in your purse.
Then, I'll slip yours on and run to my meeting
quick like a bunny.  We'll get together
tomorrow and trade back."

Mandy blinked once, looked around the room
furtively, then she nodded her head in
agreement.  She was certainly glad the choir
room didn't have any outside windows.  As
modestly as she could, Mandy reached under her
skirt with both hands and hooked her thumbs
under the waistband of her sheer silk panties.

She was so embarrassed by the prospect of what
she was doing that Mandy closed her eyes
tight.  Angela, who wasn't embarrassed at all,
kept her own eyes wide open and watched
hungrily as Mandy revealed her sexy legs all
the way to the tops of her thighs.  Angela
hummed happily to herself as she ogled Mandy's
slender legs.  She whispered to herself,
"someday, all mine."

Still with her eyes closed tight, Mandy tugged
her panties down her smooth legs.  Then she
daintily stepped out of them.  As she did,
Mandy noted that her little internal itch was
really burning now.  She was so embarrassed,
but she had to admit that taking off her
panties in front of Angela right here in the
church was making her more than a little
excited.  Yes, Mandy was getting excited in a
way that only happened when she was home in
bed and her fingers crept under the covers to
tease and taunt, and finally give herself the
release she so badly needed.  When she
fantasized about her stepmother and the
unnatural things she wanted to do to her.
Mandy slowly opened her eyes and gingerly
placed the panties on the lectern, right in
front of Angela.

"Thanks, Mandy.  Now hurry ant take off mine
quick so I can go on to my meeting."

Mandy shuddered in anticipation of actually
being able to touch Angela's body, and reached
out and lifted Angela's skirt till the hem was
all the way to the waistband.  She told
herself to close her eyes again; she was so
embarrassed to be doing this.  But her secret
little itch made her keep her eyes wide open
as she allowed her gaze to travel slowly from
Angela's feet right up her long, smooth legs
to her silky blue panties.  As she found
herself staring fixedly at Angela's crotch,
Mandy could not help noticing a dark patch at
the beginning of the panty gusset.  So it was
true.  Angela had in fact wet herself.  When
she recognized the wet patch for what it was,
Mandy's itch burned and burned.  Mandy half
wanted to do something about it right that
minute.  The itch burned so badly it hurt.
She so wanted to put her fingers deep inside
herself and make the itch go away.  But she
knew she would be mortified if Angela became
aware of her doing such a slutty thing right
there in church.  So Mandy just stared at
Angela's luscious legs and gritted her teeth.

"I'll hold my skirt up.  Now, go ahead and
take off my panties, Mandy.  I don't have much
time left.  Hurry, baby."

Hearing Angela's salacious order, Mandy
tentatively reached out and plucked at the
waistband of Angela's panties.  She could
definitely feel Angela's soft, warm flesh
against her fingers as she tugged the panties
off the choir director's hips.  As she pulled
down, Mandy knew she really should close her
eyes so she wouldn't see what Angela's sex
looked like.  But she just couldn't bring
herself to do it.  Suddenly Mandy just had to
see Angela's pussy up close.  She just had to,
even if Angela noticed.  Her itch demanded it
despite the embarrassment Mandy felt doing it.

As She tugged down on the sheer material,
Mandy couldn't help herself noticing that
Angela's sex was as smooth as if she were a
pre-adolescent girl.

Angela giggled as she saw the curiosity
dawning on Mandy's face.

"I shave myself down there.  It's much more
comfortable and sanitary, Mandy.  You should
try it too, baby.  Maybe you'll let me do you
sometime?"

Hearing Angela's salacious words, Mandy almost
dropped the panties she was tugging down her
choir director's legs.  But she didn't drop
them. Oh no.  Mandy gripped them tightly
between her fingers.  She was too busy staring
ever so closely at Angela's long, well-muscled
legs to really know what she was doing.  Mandy
licked her lips unconsciously as her itch grew
and grew.  It was now everything she could do
to keep her hands off Angela's legs.  It was
everything she could do to keep her hands off
herself as well.  She so desperately wanted to
salve her burning itch.

Angela generously allowed Mandy to take a
long, appraising, hungry look, then she
motioned impatiently for the young woman to
finish her job quickly, and she stepped out of
her panties as Mandy dutifully held them
around her ankles.

"Now go ahead and put them in your purse to
take home and wash for me, Mandy.  And I'll
slip yours on and go to my meeting."

Mandy was by now almost in a trance.  Her
breathing was shallow and her eyes were glazed
over.  The little secret itch deep inside her
had grown into quite a big itch by now.  She
would have given anything if Angela had
allowed her just a little more time to
appreciate her legs, and what was nestled
between them.  But Angela had caught her
staring and had made her hurry.  As she tucked
Angela's panties into her purse, Mandy had
this almost irresistible urge to offer to put
her own panties on Angela.    Actually, not
offer really, but beg Angela to be allowed to
do it.  It would most certainly give her
another opportunity to look at Angela's legs.
And maybe even touch them, if she dared.  And
that was something that she found herself
really wanting to do.  But Mandy's
overwhelming shyness prevailed upon her desire
and the choir director's panties disappeared
into her purse without any further dialogue.
Angela could easily read the play of emotions
on Mandy's face, and it made her smile
inwardly.  Angela knew that if she had offered
to allow Mandy to slip her own panties on her
that Mandy would most certainly have done it,
even as humiliating as it would be.  But
Angela decided not to press the issue.  Past
experience told her that right then was not
the time to set the hook, but just to dangle
it for Mandy to nibble on.  Instead, Angela
grabbed Mandy's panties off the lectern,
leaned over, nimbly stepped into them and
pulled them snug around her flaring hips and
firm buns.  Mandy was a significantly smaller
woman than Angela, so her panties were really
snug fitting.  Angela could feel her moist
labia pressing tightly against the thin silk
fabric.  She liked that feeling very much.

And Mandy's panties were still nice and warm
from her body.  And for Angela, that was
heaven.

"OK, Mandy.  Gotta run.  Thanks for the favor.

I'll call you after you get home from school
tomorrow afternoon to set up a time when we
can change back."

Mandy just nodded her head dumbfoundedly as
Angela grabbed up her sheet music and purse
and ran down the hall.

The young schoolteacher stood stark still by
the lectern for a full five minutes until she
was sure that the board meeting had started.
While she stood there, an emotional war raged
inside her brain.  Part of her really wanted
to leave the church right then, go home, wash
Angela's panties as if that were the most
normal thing in the world, then hurry to bed.

Another part, the part being influenced by her
growing itch, hungered for her to do something
very slutty: to open up her purse, to take out
Angela's pee-wet panties, and to sniff them.

Just a little sniff was all she wanted.  When
she thought of actually doing that, Mandy
shivered all over her body.  A little voice
inside her head kept telling her that no one
would see her do it.  She could indulge
herself without fear of being found out.  She
could take just a little sniff.  Even a little
lick.  Just a taste. She knew how much she
wanted to experience that kind of wanton
intimacy with Angela.  She had wanted it from
the moment they had first met.  And now she
could steal a little of the intimacy she
craved.

Mandy knew deep in her soul that she should
just leave and go home right then before
anyone found her.  But her itch kept
whispering 'no one will ever know, you won't
get caught'.  Mandy was suddenly obsessed with
a raw insatiable hunger to find out what
Angela's sex smelled like, and tasted like.

The thought of finding out right that minute
made her puffy nether lips burn and itch.

Just one little sniff.  One little lick.
That's all.  Then she could go home and do
things to her body that she prayed would make
the raw burning itch go away.  She could play
nasty little mind games with herself that
involved Angela and her.  Sick little mind
games that Mandy had seldom ever thought about
before but suddenly wanted so desperately to
play.  She could feel the hungry side winning
over the shy, cautious, self- protecting side.
In fact, she just couldn't make herself wait
another second.

Mandy made certain once more that there was no
one else in the choir room or the hall.  She
peered down the hall and listening closely.
When she was absolutely sure that she wouldn't
be disturbed by anyone, Mandy quickly opened
her purse and furtively took out Angela's
panties.  Some inner voice was directing her,
ordering her, driving her to do something
nasty and slutty with Angela's panties.  She
had no will of her own any longer not to do
this slutty thing.  Certainly there was still
an overwhelming fear of discovery.  And the
fear gnawed at her very being.  How could she
ever explain her way out of doing such a nasty
thing right here in church?  But as strong as
the fear was, it was forced to recede by her
burning itch.  Her itch that just had to have
its way no matter what.  Her itch that had to
discover just what Angela tasted like and
smelled like right that very second.

Without even thinking about it, Mandy held up
Angela's damp panties right under her nose and
took a deep, satisfying sniff.  The heady
smell of Angela's urine and sex was just so
enticing; so earthy; so needs meeting.  Mandy
allowed a contented little sigh to escape her
dry lips as she took a second, even deeper,
sniff.  She was so very embarrassed to be
doing this.  So humiliated.  But the itch deep
inside her was compelling her to do these
kinky things with Angela's panties.  The itch
wanted more, and more, and more.  She knew
that if anyone saw her sniffing her choir
director's panties, she would be ruined in
this town.  But some overpowering need made
her do it anyway.  The erotic thrill of
smelling Angela's panties was linked
inexorably to her screaming fear of being
discovered.  Fear of discovery heightened the
erotic thrill of what she was doing.  Mandy
made a little wanton moan deep in her throat
as hunger and fear warred within her.  She
took one more big, defiant whiff.  Then she
resignedly stuffed Angela's panties into her
purse and practically ran out of the choir
room down the hall to the parking lot and her
car.  She would summon up her remaining will
power and just force herself to wait until she
got home to actually lick Angela's panties.
She could hold it together enough to do that
at least.  She hoped and prayed that that one
last whiff would be enough to tide her over
till she got home.  She didn't want to break
down in the car and be caught by a passing
motorist with Angela's panties pressed against
her face.  Thank God that she lived only a
short distance from the church and that the
streets of the little rural town were
practically empty this time of night.

As soon as she slammed and locked her front
door, Mandy practically tore her purse open to
get at Angela's soiled panties.  Once the
panties were in her hand, Mandy dropped the
purse on the carpet and began removing her
clothes one handed.  The hand holding the
panties pressed them tightly against her face.
Whimpering softly as the insatiable need
overwhelmed her, Mandy sniffed, she licked,
she allowed her saliva to mix with Angela's
secretions.  Mandy almost fainted away,
drowning in a sea of slutty lust as she
practically stuffed Angela's panties all the
way into her mouth.  She just couldn't stop
herself from doing what she knew deep down was
something very, very wrong.  The material was
so silky, the smell was so earthy and acrid,
and the taste was so musky/salty/sweet.

Mandy's clothes were strewn all across the
living room as she flopped down on her sofa
and began rabidly jabbing one, then two
slender fingers deep inside her soppy slit.

"Oh God.  Oh God, Angela.  I want to eat you
so bad."

The words almost shouted out of Mandy's mouth.

She couldn't remember ever feeling like this
before.  Not even when she let herself
fantasize about her stepmother.  She was so
carried away by her lust hunger for Angela.
So carried away.  Nothing short of a crashing
orgasm was going to bring her back to normal.
Mandy knew that, deep, deep in her soul.  Less
than a minute after closing her front door,
Mandy was wallowing stark naked back and forth
on her sofa like some demented sex-crazed slut
puppy in heat, Angela's panties deep stuffed
into her mouth, and her fingers moving inside
her slick, tight canal like a runaway sewing
machine.  Her slender legs were splayed open
as wide as she could force them.  God, she
needed to cum.

And when Mandy finally came, it was as if her
whole world had exploded.  She practically
screamed out Angela's name over and over,
begging the other woman to please, please let
her cum again.  Her breasts were blotchy, her
nipples rock hard, her toes curled so tightly
she hurt.  She experienced a series of wanton
hallucinogenic visions of Angela standing
imperiously over her, a big, knowing smirk on
her face, with her hands roving lustily and
possessively over Mandy's blushing breasts and
super sensitive inner thighs.  Squeezing,
pinching, fondling.  Doing absolutely
everything in the world to her so that Mandy
could cum even more.  And in her vision, Mandy
was begging Angela as piteously as she could
to continue feeling her up.  And Mandy just
reveled in Angela's fantasy attention.  She
wanted Angela's hands on her, squeezing,
pinching, fondling.  Mandy wanted to cum even
harder than before.  So badly.

Then, bang, bang, bang.  The superheated
orgasmic rhythm took her over completely.
Mandy screamed so loud her throat began to
hurt.  She could never remember cumming like
this.  Over and over and over again.  The
intensity of it scared her even as she
hungered for even more.  Spasm after lusty
spasm gnawed at her pelvic area.  She
practically gushed secretions.  On and on,
spasm after spasm.

Finally, Mandy's body could not take this
level of sexual intensity any more and she
just went absolutely limp.  Every muscle in
her body felt as if an electric shock had gone
through it.  Her mouth was dust dry.  She had
bitten her lower lip so hard she had actually
drawn blood in her abandon.  And now, Mandy
was absolutely drained, physically spent and
emotionally flat line.

As deep sleep overcame her, Mandy's last
thought was of Angela.  And she closed her
eyes and drifted away wondering to herself if
her choir director might somehow be persuaded
to make her wanton fantasy visions come true.
The prayer was on her lips as unconsciousness
took her.

Mandy awoke around three o'clock that next
morning.  At first, she was totally
disoriented, naked and shivering on her sofa
wondering how she had got that way.  Then,
like a spring flood, it all came back to her.
The horrible, slutty things she had done, the
wanton, salacious visions she had used to
induce her gut-wrenching orgasms.  At first,
Mandy was terrified of her behavior.  It was
so very unlike her to even think that way,
much less indulge her perverse fantasies as
she had.  Then, as memory returned, Mandy
smiled and snuggled down into the sofa.  She
had to admit to herself that the orgasms she
had induced by sniffing and licking Angela's
panties had been most satisfying indeed.  Like
nothing she had ever felt before, actually.

Wonderful.  Truly wonderful.

Then Mandy remembered what she was supposed to
do with Angela's panties.  Suddenly she was
overcome with a frantic fear that she had
somehow destroyed them or lost them in her
orgasmic throes.  She jumped up off the sofa
and began a frenzied search for Angela's
discarded panties.  What if she had lost them
or destroyed them.  Angela would be angry with
her for not taking proper care of them.  And
Angela would be right to get angry at Mandy.
But just as suddenly as the panic overcame the
young schoolteacher, it was replaced by a
profound sense of relief.  There they were,
right on the floor where she had cast them
from her when the second wave of orgasms had
struck.  Thank God she had found them, and
they appeared none the worse for wear.

Mandy didn't even bother to try to put clothes
on.  She snatched up the panties and padded
naked into her bathroom to rinse them out just
as she had been instructed to do.  Then, when
she was certain that all traces of soil had
been washed away, Mandy draped them over a
wooden drying rack that she kept for drying
her own hand washed under things.  Her jobs
done, Mandy crawled into bed in hopes of
getting at least a little rest before having
to go to school tomorrow and face her bratty
students.

School that day was especially trying.  Mandy
taught English to tenth and eleventh graders.
Actually, in all fairness, she tried to teach
English, but spent most of her time acting as
a lackluster disciplinarian to her students,
who had made it very clear to her by now that
they didn't want to learn English from her.
In fact they didn't want to be in her class at
all.  So for Mandy, each school day was a six-
hour test of wills between her and her
students.  A test that she usually failed.
Her classes weren't all that large, but each
class had one or two students that loved
nothing better than to distract her or goad
her or push the envelope in some other way.
Mandy always felt as if she were giving in to
their increasingly disrespectful demands, and
a part of her actually got aroused sometimes
thinking about how much she let her students
get away with.  And the girls were by far the
worst offenders.

Of all her students, Lisa Mitchell was the
worst offender.  Lisa, who was seventeen, was
in Mandy's forth-period class, and she was the
little queen of the classroom.  She kept a
posse of other girls seated around her with
whom she carried on a non-stop conversation
from the time they sat down till the end of
class bell rang.  She was openly defiant of
Mandy's authority, as teacher, and Mandy had
decided to pretty much leave Lisa and her
little clique alone.  She knew that she
couldn't control them.  She had tried on
several occasions and had failed miserably.
So she just hoped that they would leave her
alone and not try to intimidate her in class.
That day Lisa was in a real mood to see just
how far she could push the envelope.  When
Mandy called the class to order, the first
thing that she noticed was that Lisa had her
hand casually stroking the neck of her latest
conquest, Tori Elliott.  Lisa was being as
blatant about fondling her new girlfriend as
she possibly could.  It was as if she were
daring Mandy to call her on it. Certainly they
both knew full well that Lisa's salacious
toying with Tori was something that Mandy
shouldn't put up with in her classroom.  But
Mandy knew from past experience that she would
lose any test of wills with Lisa.  So she
decided to ignore Lisa's behavior all together
and hope that she could get through another
class period with as little embarrassment as
possible.

Lisa sensed right away that Mandy wasn't going
to interfere in her dalliance with Tori.  So
about fifteen minutes into the class, she
began toying with Tori's blouse collar.  Tori,
who was a little mousy type who was head over
heels smitten with Lisa and delirious that she
found anything about her to interest her, slid
back in her chair and cooed softly as Lisa
slid her finger inside the collar from the
back and began toying with Tori's bra strap.
Mandy was certain the other students knew what
was going on, and she was just as certain that
she wouldn't do anything at all to prevent
Lisa from continuing to toy with her new
little pet.

By the end of class, Tori's head was thrown
back as Lisa toyed with her ear.  There were
little gurgling noises coming out of Tori that
Mandy just knew everyone in class could hear
and know for what they were.  But Mandy
continued to pretend that she didn't see
anything out of the ordinary.

By now, Lisa's antics with her pet girl Tori
were having an effect on Mandy.  The little
itch deep inside her that had begun last night
during choir practice and had died in a
blazing brace of orgasms had started up again.
Mandy knew that she was getting aroused by her
own impotence to make Lisa behave in class.
And as the end of class bell rang, Mandy had
to confess to herself that she perhaps wished
deep down that she could trade places with
Tori.  Despite herself, Mandy wondered what it
would feel like to be toyed with by Lisa.  She
knew that these kinds of feelings were very
wrong, but that didn't keep her from having
them.  She had occasionally had such feelings
about female students before, but had been
able to stifle them successfully in the past.

But after last night, Mandy just didn't know
whether she could stifle them any more.

As her students bolted for the door at the end
of class, Mandy noticed that Lisa and Tori
were still seated.  And as she stared fixedly
at the two teen girls, Mandy saw something
that boggled her mind.  Lisa looked straight
at her teacher to make certain that she was
watching.  Then, very casually, Lisa slid her
hand way inside Tori's open blouse and began
fondling her left breast through the thin
material of her bra.  Tori let out a contented
little whimper and thrust out her chest as
Lisa continued to fondle her, her steely eyes
never leaving Mandy's returning gaze.
Then smiling wickedly, List removed her hand
from Tori's blouse and whispered into her ear.
Tori stretched like a contented kitty cat in
the sun and smiled sweetly up at her playmate.
Lisa bent her head down and Tori gave her a
hungry kiss right on the lips. Then both girls
stood up and just walked out of the room as if
nothing at all had happened.  Mandy was
paralyzed.  She just stood there by her desk
as Lisa and Tori left her room holding hands
and smiling at each other.  Her panties were
soppy wet from having watched her two girl
students make out right in front of her.  Only
the onrush of her next class made Mandy blink
and try to come back to herself.  Had she
really seen what she thought she had seen?
Mandy wasn't sure.  All she was sure of was
that the little itch deep inside her was
gnawing at her once more and that her crotch
was hot and sticky from her secretions.

By the time she arrived at home that
afternoon, Mandy was a tightly wound spring of
sexual hunger.  She would have immediately
begun using her fingers on herself to relieve
her burning itch, except for the fact that she
remembered that Angela would be calling her to
make arrangements to trade panties.  Mandy
made sure that Angela's panties were
absolutely clean, dry, and fresh for her.  She
didn't want to cause her choir director to
think that she couldn't be trusted with a
simple task like washing out panties.

About six o'clock that afternoon the phone
finally rang.  Mandy had been pacing back and
forth in her living room willing the phone to
ring for the past two hours.  She had begun to
fret that Angela had completely forgotten
about her.  And Mandy didn't want Angela to
forget about her.  She wanted Angela to call
her and tell her what to do next.  She wanted
it very much.

When the phone rang, Mandy practically leapt
on it as if hearing Angela's voice was a
matter of life or death.

"Hello," Mandy said in an expectant, trembling
voice.

"Hello, Mandy.  This is Angela."

Mandy breathed a great sigh of relief.  Angela
hadn't forgotten her after all.

"Hi, Angela.  I'm really happy to hear from
you.  I did what you told me.  I washed out
your panties for you and dried them real good.

They're all fresh and ready for you."

Angela laughed lightly at the other end of the
line.

"That's great, Mandy.  You were a good girl
then.  Weren't you, baby?"

Mandy practically wriggled as she heard
Angela's words of praise.  She could feel her
itch growing in magnitude.  She hoped Angela
would want her to bring the panties to her
right away.

"Yes, Angela.  I was a good girl.  What do you
want me to do now?"

Angela giggled.

"Such an eager little beaver.  How about you
bring them over to my house and we'll change
out.  I'll even let you put them on for me.

OK?"

Mandy was almost hopping on one foot she was
so turned on.

"Great, Angela.  I'll come right over."

Mandy hurriedly hung up the phone before
Angela could change her mind.  She snatched up
her choir director's panties and rushed from
her house out to her car.  She could barely
put the key into the ignition switch she was
so excited.  She really didn't know why she
wanted to see Angela so badly, but she knew
that she really did.  The thought of seeing
her after the intimacy that they had shared
the previous evening made Mandy excited.
Angela had finally noticed her.

Mandy practically flew to Angela's house.  It
was fortunate that Angela lived only a few
blocks away or Mandy would probably have
gotten stopped by the local constable and
given a speeding ticket.  By the time she
pulled into Angela's driveway, Mandy was
practically shaking with anticipation.  Lisa
and Tori had really worked her up during
class, and now her little itch was practically
taking her over.

Angela opened her front door and let Mandy
inside.  She could see how flushed the
schoolteacher was, and she just smiled to
herself.  Whatever had gotten to Mandy that
day was certainly having an effect on her.  So
much the better for Angela.

"Hi, baby.  What have you been up to today?"
Mandy was caught completely off guard by
Angela's question.  She certainly didn't want
to reveal that she had been turned on by the
erotic antics of two of her female students.

"Nothing at all, Angela.  Just teaching like
normal."

Angela reached out her hand and gently glided
her index finger along Mandy's jaw.

"Baby, if you want to be my friend, you are
going to have to be absolutely honest with me
when I ask you a question.  Now what's got you
all hot and bothered?"

Mandy lowered her eyes.  She just couldn't
look Angela in the eye.  She wanted to be
Angela's friend.  She wanted to have the kind
of relationship where she could share intimate
secrets.  But she was just so shy and
embarrassed to have to admit how she had
reacted to Lisa and Tori.

Angela slid her finger back along Mandy's jaw
line and began tenderly stroking her neck.

"Come on, baby.  You can tell Angela all about
it."

Mandy raised her head, a hopeful expression on
her face.  Maybe it would be all right after
all to tell Angela.

"Well, there are these two girls in my fourth
period class, Lisa and Tori.  And today, they
were...."

"They were what," Angela prompted, her soft
hand molding itself to Mandy's neck.

"Well, Lisa was touching Tori's neck like you
are touching mine right now."

Angela stepped closer to the shivering
schoolteacher.

"And do you think Tori liked it as much as you
obviously do, baby?"

Mandy glanced at Angela.

"Yes, Angela.  I think so."

As Angela continued to stroke Mandy's neck,
the shy schoolteacher began to breath heavily.

She was so happy that Angela was taking an
interest in her.  She wanted so badly to be
petted by her confident choir director.

"Did they do anything else, baby?"

Mandy nodded her head slightly.

"Un huh.  Lisa put her hand inside Tori's
blouse and..., and touched her breast through
her bra."

Mandy blushed because of the words Angela was
drawing out of her.  She was telling Angela
that seeing her female students indulging
themselves like that turned her on.  Mandy was
deeply humiliated to be admitting such a
wanton thing to Angela, but she really did
want the choir director to take notice of her.
And Angela had said that she always must be
honest with her
.
Angela smiled and began toying with Mandy's
earlobe.

"And it turned you on to watch your little slut
student Tori get felt up by her hottie little
girlfriend. Didn't it, baby?"

Mandy couldn't say a word.  All she could do
was nod her head in shameful agreement.

Angela laughed softly and allowed her
fingertip to roam around along Mandy's ear.

"Mandy, you're such a bad girl.  Baby, you're
a teacher of all things.  You aren't supposed
to get off watching your students feel each
other up.  You're supposed to stop that kind
of behavior in your classes.  Aren't you?"

Mandy knew that Angela was right.  And she
knew that by admitting that watching her girl
students play little sex games in class turned
her on she was giving Angela a weapon to use
against her.  But she really wanted Angela to
like her and take notice of her.  And she
really wanted Angela to do something about her
growing itch.  And everything else just didn't
seem to matter at all to her right now.
Angela looked down at her new little girl toy.

"Well.  Aren't you a bad girl?"

Mandy nodded her head again.

"Say it, bad girl.  Say 'I'm a bad girl' for
me."

Mandy gurgled deep inside her throat.

"I'm a bad girl," she whispered.

Angela continued to fondle Mandy's ear.

"Oh, come on, baby.  You can say it better
than that.  Say it loud for me."

Mandy swallowed hard.

"I'm a bad girl," she said it right out loud.
Angela smiled.

"Yes, you are, baby.  You know, I saw you
staring at my legs last night.  And don't you
dare deny it, bad girl."

Mandy looked up at Angela, fear and
embarrassment on her face.  Was Angela angry
with her for being so obsessed with looking at
her choir director's long, smooth legs?

"Well.  Weren't you staring at my legs, bad
girl?"

Mandy nodded her head.

"Yes, Angela.  I was staring at your legs last
night.  I like looking at your legs.  They're
beautiful."

Angela reached over and gave the top of
Mandy's head a little patronizing pat.
"I'm glad you think my legs are beautiful.
But that's not all you were staring at last
night.  Was it, bad girl?"

Mandy formed the word 'no'.

What else were you staring at last night, bad
girl?"

Mandy didn't want to say the word.  She was
blushing bright red.

"Well?"

"I was staring at your...pussy."

Angela smiled broadly.

"That's right, baby.  You were staring at my
pussy.  And you liked looking at it, didn't
you?"

Mandy stood stark still.  She didn't want to
admit what Angela was saying was true.

"Well"

"Un huh.  I loved looking at your pussy,
Angela.  I'm sorry.  I want to be your friend,
and you said to be honest.  So I'm really
trying to be honest.  But now you know what a
bad girl I am, and so you won't have anything
to do with me any more."

Mandy was suddenly practically sobbing out the
words.  She was so overwrought.  She was
certain that once Angela made her admit what a
little slut she was, that the choir director
would get so disgusted with her that she would
throw Mandy out of her house.  And she would
be right to do it.  Mandy was nothing but a
little slut.

But instead of yelling at her or throwing her
out of the house, Angela just stood there and
continued to play with lewdly Mandy's earlobe.

"So you know that you're a bad little slut
girl, huh baby?"

Mandy continued to sob as she nodded her head
in agreement with Angela's critical assessment
of her.

"Say it for me, baby."

Mandy choked out the words.

"I'm a bad little slut girl."

Angela stopped toying with Mandy's ear and
grasped her chin in her hand and lifted
Mandy's face till their eyes met.

"Well then, how would you like being my little
slut girl, baby?"

Mandy's face showed her confusion.  Was she
hearing what she thought she was?  Angela
wasn't angry with her after all.  Angela
actually liked the fact that Mandy was slutty
and got off on watching her girl students feel
each other up.  And that she wanted to stare
at Angela's pussy.  Mandy couldn't believe her
ears.

"Well, baby.  How would you like being my
little sluttywutty?"

Mandy smiled sweetly and nodded her head
vigorously.  She suddenly wanted that more
than anything else in the whole wide world.

She wanted to be Angela's personal little
slut.  She wanted Angela to tell her what to
do, even if it embarrassed or humiliated her.
She wanted to belong totally to this
confident, self-assured woman.  She wanted it
like nothing she had ever wanted before in her
life.

"Yes, Angela.  I want to be your slut.  I want
to do anything you tell me to from now on.  I
want you to love me and take care of me and
tell me what to do.  I want to obey you from
now on.  I really want it.  Please, Angela.
Please, please."

Angela reached out her hand and casually
allowed it to rove over Mandy's breasts right
through her blouse. Mandy whimpered and thrust
out her chest so Angela could really feel her
up.  Angela giggled.

"OK, baby.  You can be my slut girl from now
on.  But you have to do everything I tell you.
Right?"

Mandy cried out in joy.

"Yes, Angela.  Oh please yes.  I'll do
everything you say from now on.  I just want
to serve you.  Please tell me what to do.

Please."

Angela smiled her most feral smile.

"Good girl.  We'll have such fun together; you
and I."

Angela stepped away from Mandy and motioned
her to sit on the couch.  Mandy obeyed,
smiling up at her new domme.  Where was Angela
going to take her?  Her growing, burning itch
made her hope it would be someplace really
slutty.  Angela walked over to the sideboard
and poured Mandy a glass of red wine.

"Here baby.  Drink this.  It'll make you
mellow."

Mandy took the offered glass of wine and
practically gulped it down.  Angela sat beside
her and began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Baby, the first rule is no more bras.  When
you're around me or even at school.  No more
bras.  They just get in the way.  Right?"
Mandy nodded her head as Angela peeled her
blouse off her shoulders.

"Take it off for me.  I want to see your
breasts."

Mandy whimpered as she reached behind her and
unhooked her bra.  Then she shrugged and the
plain white bra fell to the floor in front of
her.  Angela picked up the bra and tossed it
into the metal trashcan at the end of the
couch.

"I always want to be able to get at your
breasts whenever I want to.  So when you get
home, I want you to throw all your bras away.
Understand baby?"

Mandy nodded her head.  She understood
perfectly.

Angela nonchalantly began fondling Mandy's
small, firm breasts as if it were the most
natural thing in the world.  She ran her hands
all around them, pausing occasionally to pinch
Mandy's nipples until the shy schoolteacher
yipped in pain.  But Mandy didn't try to get
away.  She loved what Angela was doing to her.
She felt so wanton allowing her choir director
such intimate liberties with her.  And it was
what she wanted more than anything.  Mandy was
embarrassed and humiliated that Angela had
acquired such complete control over her so
quickly.  But she didn't ever want it to end.

"Get on the floor, baby.  I want your mouth on
me right now."

Angela's words were so sudden and the meaning
behind them so unexpected that Mandy just sat
there transfixed.  Angela glared over at her
new toy and slapped her face.

Mandy squealed in pain and surprise.

"Look, bitch.  Either you decide to obey me,
or put your blouse back on and go home.  I
won't tell you again."

Mandy cringed at Angela's harsh words.  She
knew absolutely that she didn't want to be
thrown out of Angela's house.  Not when she
was so close.  So she immediately slid off the
couch onto the floor and looked up pleadingly
at Angela, just like a puppy who had been bad
but wanted to be good.

Angela stretched out her jean-covered legs and
smiled down at Mandy.

"That's better.  Don't forget.  I don't give
second chances, baby.  Now, why don't you be a
good little slut and unsnap Angela's jeans.
Then you can unzip me and pull my jeans all
the way down my sexy legs like a good little
girl toy.  I know you want to see my legs
again, baby.  I could tell how much you wanted
to stare at them last night.  Don't you, slut?

Don't you want to see my legs again?"

Mandy vigorously nodded her agreement.  She
really did want to feast her eyes on Angela's
stand out legs again.

Angela put her hands around Mandy's face.
"Don't just nod your silly, slutty head,
bitch.  Say it for Angela."

Mandy wanted to pull away, but she just
couldn't.

"I want to see your legs, Angela.  I really
loved looking at them last night.  I couldn't
get enough of looking at them."

As the words tumbled out of Mandy's mouth, she
could feel her sex secreting.  Her panties
were getting all soppy again at what she was
being forced to do.

Angela removed her hands and sat back on the
couch.

"I know, baby.  You just can't wait to see my
legs.  Can you?  Well, go ahead and unsnap me
and pull my little zipper all the way down.  I
really love it when a subby little slut girl
like you undresses me."

With trembling hands, Mandy did as she was
told.  Angela obliged her by lifting her butt
off the couch so the schoolteacher could pull
her tight jeans all the way off her hips and
down her legs.

Angela leaned over as Mandy stared at what she
had uncovered.

"You like my legs.  Don't you, baby.  You like
the way they look.  All smooth and strong.

You want to touch them.  You want to put your
slutty mouth on them.  Don't you, baby slut?"

Mandy looked up directly into Angela's eyes.

Her heart was pounding.  Her breathing was
shallow and ragged.  She licked her lips over
and over again.  Oh yes.  Despite every
instinct that cried out within her that she
was sliding down a slope she would never be
able to climb back up from, she wanted more
than anything to do as Angela said.  She
wanted to obey Angela completely.  She wanted
to do each and every little slutty thing her
self-confident domme required of her.  Her
whole life up until this point had been
pointing toward this very moment.  She had
fantasized about being with a woman like
Angela since she was a girl.  But that had
been her stepmother.  And that had been
forbidden.  This was different.  This wasn't
forbidden at all.  Finally it was happening
for real.  She would obey.  She would beg.
She would plead.  She would humiliate herself
and degrade herself.  She would do absolutely
anything it took to prove to Angela that she
was sincere about being a good little subby
slut for her.

"Yes, Angela.  I love your legs," Mandy
whispered.

"I want to look at them.  I want to use my
mouth on them.  I want to serve you.  I want
to belong to you.  To be yours from now on.

Please."

Mandy was whimpering softly as she begged
Angela to assume control over her.  Angela
stretched her long legs lazily.  She so loved
exhibiting herself in front of her little
toys.  She knew how captivating her body was
for certain types of girls and women.  And
hearing about Lisa and Tori and their antics
in class had put some delicious ideas into her
head.

Angela lazily reached out her hand and
clutched a handful of Mandy's hair.  Slowly,
inexorably, she pulled the teacher's face
toward her until Mandy's hot cheek rested
against her smooth thigh.

"You may do my feet later, Mandy slut.  When
we go to bed, perhaps.  Now, I shall allow you
the privilege of using that sweet tongue of
yours on my thigh.  Give it a good bath for
me, baby.  But no pussy.  Yet."

Mandy did not have to be told twice.  She
began to lick along Angela's thigh like a
mother cat washing her kittens.  Long, languid
strokes up the smooth thigh.  Angela grasped
Mandy's hair and pulled on it until the
teacher was leaning over her, her eyes staring
at Angela's sweet belly button.  Then Angela
allowed her legs to open so that her new toy
could get at her
.
"Now, Mandy baby.  Now for Angela."

Angela pulled forward on Mandy's hair until
she was staring down at the choir director's
glistening smooth labia.

"Does baby want this?"

Mandy nodded 'yes.'

"Tell me, baby.  What do you want?"

Mandy blushed.  She was so humiliated, and so
hungry.  She wanted to pull away, grab her
clothes and run, but she was absolutely
mesmerized by the delicious sight below her.

"Tell me."

Mandy gasped out the words.

"I want to... taste you."

Angela pulled back on Mandy's hair until their
eyes met.

"Don't you mean you want to eat me, little
girl?"

Hot tears began running down Mandy's blushing
cheeks.

"Yes, Angela.  I'm sorry.  That's what I mean.
I want to eat you.  Please."

Mandy shivered all over.  She had said it.
She had confirmed what Angela already knew.

She wanted to perform the most intimate
service for her new owner.

"Tell me about those girls in your class
again, baby.  What were their names?"

Mandy gulped.

"Lisa and Tori.  Their names are Lisa and
Tori."

Angela smiled.

"Lisa.  That's right.  I'm going to write her
a little note, and I want you to give it to
her tomorrow in class.  Do you understand me,
Mandy?"

Mandy shivered again.  Where was this all
leading?

"Yes, Angela.  I understand."

Mandy was committed.  There was no turning
back.  Mandy didn't want to turn back, either.

Whatever Angela had in mind.  Whatever the
final cost.  Mandy knew for the first time in
her life that she was exactly where she
belonged.  She wasn't ever going back.  She
wasn't going to give Angela up no matter what
it cost her.  She didn't care.  She belonged
to Angela now.  She had decided.

Once she was certain that Mandy was going to
obey her, Angela allowed her new girl toy to
have what she craved so desperately.  She let
go of Mandy's hair and soon felt the first
soft, tentative licks lave her hot, sticky
sex.  Mandy certainly made up in enthusiasm
what she lacked in skill.  And as Angela slid
further into the sofa cushions, she was
certain that she would provide Mandy plenty of
opportunities to improve her technique.  For
now, Angela just enjoyed the wanton
ministrations of her new sexual plaything.

And as Mandy licked, Angela allowed her mind
to wander over the possibilities Lisa and he
little subby teen girl Tori presented.

What Angela couldn't know was that Lisa wasn't
being serviced only by her little friend Tori,
but also by someone much, much closer to her.
But she would soon find it out.

While Angela continued to instruct her new
sexual plaything Mandy on the finer points of
eating pussy, Lisa Mitchell and her mother,
Tracy were having a conversation in Tracy's
home.  Actually, It wasn't really a
conversation, since Lisa was doing all the
talking, in more ways than one.

"Mommy, I want you to call Tori's mother right
this minute and ask her to let Tori stay over
here with me again tonight.  Tell her we have
some late night studying to do."

Lisa giggled as her mother began slowly
shaking her head 'no.'

"No, Lisa," Tracy pleaded, almost whining.

"Not any more.  Please, Lisa.  Please."

Tracy was practically crying.

Lisa just smiled and began unceremoniously to
unbutton her mother's blouse.  Tracy merely
stood there stark still, hot tears rolling
down her face, and allowed her daughter to
unbutton her all the way.  She knew from past
experience not to move away from Lisa once her
daughter had decided to play with her.  She
remembered how her daughter had punished her
for daring to try to resist.  She didn't want
to undergo such punishment ever again.

"Now, Mommykins.  Be a good little girl for
Lisa and do what she says."

Tracy continued to shake her head 'no' even as
her daughter pulled her blouse completely away
from the waistband of her short skirt and
began possessively fondling her bare breasts.

"Now, Mommy.  You know by now you can't say
'no' to me.  You haven't been able to do that
for more than a year now.  Since that first
time when I made you lick my little sniz.

Remember?  And besides, you know how much it
amuses me to make you lick little Tori's sniz
for her when she comes for sleepover.  I just
love the way it makes her giggle and pull her
knees up to her shoulders.  And I thought I
would die when she lost control and peed all
over your face last time.  I made her lick my
little a-hole for me all night over that one.
She was so embarrassed.  Especially when I
made you drink her all up next morning when
she woke up."

Tracy just kept shaking her head 'no'.  She
knew deep down that it was inevitable that she
would finally surrender to Lisa and do
whatever her daughter told her to do.  Lisa
had proven how weak her mother was time and
again.  But Tracy felt that she just had to
make a show of at least trying to resist.  She
just had to.  She couldn't let her daughter
win without putting up at least a little
resistance.  Besides, she really got wet when
her daughter finally 'forced' her to obey.

She knew it and Lisa knew it.  Tracy's wanton
hunger to be humiliated by her daughter was
insatiable.

Lisa well understood her mother and her needs.
She had understood for quite some time now.

She knew exactly which buttons to push to get
her way.  And she always got her way.  So,
while one hand continued to fondle and rove
lasciviously over her mother's full breasts,
Lisa's other hand reached out and picked up
her soiled panties from the coffee table where
Tracy had laid them earlier that evening after
removing them in preparation for her nightly
ration of Lisaslit.

"Here, Mommy.  Go on and smell me.  You know
you want to.  And you can even lick them if
you want to.  But if you don't call Tori's
mom right now, I won't let you have any of the
real thing to sniff or taste.

Despite herself, Tracy couldn't stop herself
from inhaling deeply as Lisa held her panties
directly under her mother's nose.  Tracy
continued to cry silently as her daughter's
strong, earthy musk permeated her senses.  She
knew she was weakening, and she knew that
complete surrender would come very soon, now.

She just had to taste her daughter.  She just
had to.  And very soon.

Suddenly, as if she had been shocked, Tracy
stopped shaking her head 'no' and picked up
the telephone to dial the familiar number.

She knew full well that Tori's mother would
welcome any excuse to have her daughter out of
the house so she could enjoy the salacious
attentions of her recently-acquired lover, a
rather dominant lady bank manager. In fact it
had been Lisa herself who had met this woman
at church, had recognized in her a kindred
spirit, and had directed her toward Tori's
submissive, passive mother.  Just as Lisa
enjoyed Tori, Mildred the bank manager enjoyed
her mother.

As expected, Tori's mom practically cheered
over the phone when Tracy told her that Tori
was welcome to stay the night with Lisa.

So it was that twenty minutes later, Tori, who
had briskly walked the two blocks between her
house and Lisa's, was met at the door by
Lisa's mother, Tracy, who was wearing nothing
by a diaphanous negligee and a welcoming
smile.  And twenty minutes after that Lisa was
smiling serenely like an empress surveying her
obedient subjects as her mother began
slavishly servicing little Tori's puss while
little Tori slavishly began servicing hers.
Life was wonderful.  Just wonderful.

And as for Mandy, she was well into her
training as Angela's little subby.  And when
she delivered her choir director's little note
to Lisa in class the next day, she was going
to discover just how truly wonderful life
could be.  But that's another story.  Isn't
it?

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