Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2007 21:07:30 -0700 (PDT) From: LeAnn McLane <leannmclane@sbcglobal.net> Subject: With Two Scoops You Get Whipped Cream - lesbian authoritarian With Two Scoops You Get Whipped Creme By LeAnn McLane and Galatea The ice cream shop was fairly popular at this time of day, during this time of year. Not quite hot enough that no one wanted to stay indoors all of the time, but warm enough that a cold treat made the day a little better. They served the newer iced coffees and the like as well, so that it made for a nice stop for most business-people on their way back from lunch. She'd walked in, and saw that there were only a few others in the store; she'd get her order quickly, even though she had fifteen minutes before she had to return to work. As she waited on her order her eyes caught a flash of a brighter color, and she glanced at one of the tables. Mother and daughter sat at one of the tables, mother slowly eating a double scoop of something sinfully chocolate, while the daughter took tiny spoonfuls of the mint-chocolate chip ice cream with an air of seriousness that was almost comedic. The mother from the looks of her full figure had obviously done this before and she seemed to relish each spoonful of the seductive frozen delight. The little girl shifted in place, her short sun dress making her paleness all the more obvious. Long red curls cascaded around her pretty face. Bright blue eyes suddenly locked onto the businesswoman's boldly. Wresting her eyes, embarrassed, from the captivating stare of the child, the bright flash of color happened again arrested them - pink panties, showing from beneath the dress as she shifted on the hard bench seat. With a smirk on her face, the girl looked back down to her ice cream, and ate another tiny bite. The woman, Anna, thought she saw the girl look up at her, more casually, more knowingly, as though she understood the depth of feeling she inspired in the woman. The girl `s smirk came from her knowing the impact she had on women, especially women approaching the middle years and growing more desperate every day to slow the pace of their rapidly vanishing youth. Anna had no idea what was going on or what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Of course she had thoughts, all women do but she'd never have imagined wanting to act on those thoughts and this girl was so young, maybe fourteen or so. The mother stood up, "Tiff, I have to go to the restroom." She and waited for the daughter to let her out of the booth The redhead looked up, and slowly slid off of the bench – purposefully doing so by sliding one leg over and then the other, exhibiting her tight, pink cotton panties to the businesswoman. When her mother got up and went to the restroom, the girl did not sit down immediately, instead choosing to stand and smile coyly at the older woman. Her eyes were at once ingenuous and challenging, reminding the older woman that it was lust she was feeling. Anna felt an attack of nervousness. What did this little girl have in mind? She tried smiling at the girl, trying to keep her eyes focused on the girl's face. Her gaze kept drifting down despite her efforts. God, the girl was actually fussing with her skirt and causing it to flip up and show her slender, lovely thighs; all the while her eyes penetrated the woman's mind. She thought it might be over when the girl's mother came back, but instead, things became more complicated. "Tiff, I have to go now...did you want to stay here and finish your ice cream, or would you rather walk home with me?" The girl picked up her ice cream and looked at Anna calmly. "I'd rather stay, Momma. You can go. I'll be..." She glanced at the businesswoman, and smoothed down her skirt, sliding one delicate hand along her pert derriere. "I'll be fine." The older woman nodded and rushed off, dialing numbers on a cell phone. The girl slowly sat down, once again parting her legs and looking up at the rather beautiful young business woman. She smiled, and slowly took another tiny spoonful of ice cream. Her tongue slipped from between soft lips, and licked at the green ice cream to take a tiny piece of chocolate away from it. Her other hand moved to adjust her skirt...but up, not down. The woman pondered. She had to get back to work but the girl was so appealing. Maybe she could claim she got sick at lunch. She could approach the girl but what could she say? She had no experience with such things. The girl had her mesmerized. She only occasionally glanced up at the woman but somehow the woman knew Tiff wanted something from her, but what? How could she approach her? Seeing the woman's hesitation, the girl took the last two bites of her ice cream, and stood up. She walked slowly, with a deliberately sensual grace that sent heat down the woman's body to pool in her center. The girl bent over slightly as she put her trash in the waste-bin, and her skirt only just covered her derriere. Slowly she stood up, and glanced at the woman with a provocative smile, before slowly walking out the door. The voice of the cashier interrupted the fascination..."Here's your drink, miss!" "Oh, thank you," the woman muttered to the cashier. Then she handed her some bills and said, "Keep the change." The drink was in a Styrofoam cup so she grabbed it and hurried out the door, trying to see which direction the girl had taken. She immediately saw her at a shop window, looking in as though she was interested in some merchandise on display. Anna steadied her nerve, resolved to force herself to approach the girl. She walked briskly to the shop window and stopped to look in the window herself. "Pardon me," she said,"do you have the time?" Aghast at her own churlish behavior, she tried to smile brightly at the adorable young girl with her left hand behind her back to hide her expensive watch. "It's about ten 'til two. Do you have to be somewhere?" The girl looked up at her, engaging blue eyes slowly moving down to the sharply dressed young woman's titties, and lower still, admiring the physique she wouldn't have for several years to come. Those knowing, intelligent eyes slowly moved back up, and she smiled a little wider. "I don't have to be home for a while...I was just...looking around, myself." The girl's small, firm breasts were clearly unbound by even a training bra, because her nipples were small, sharp little peaks under the soft cotton. "Well, would you like to do something together? Maybe you'd like to see a movie or something?" The woman was pressing, thinking on her feet. She was so distraught by the delightful little slip of a girl and fascinated by her very grown up attitude. "We could take a little walk, there's a lovely park only a few blocks up. What time do you have to be home?" The girl blushed faintly, and spoke softly. "Momma won't be home `til seven." The blue eyes sparkled mischievously. "She trusts me." The girl's hand strayed up to touch her throat, a provocative pose as she tucked one foot behind her ankle. "We could go to the park, maybe. Or we could...go to our apartment. It's in that big complex at Turtle Creek. Her delicate lips curled in that knowing, maddeningly not-so-innocent smile, as though she were hinting at things she shouldn't even know about. "I have a car; it wouldn't take long to get there. I need to make a cell call to let my office know I'm not coming in this afternoon. Then we can both play hooky. Speaking of playing hooky, why aren't you in school?" "Oh, we had a teacher's work day so we didn't have to go today. Where is your car?" Tiff asked as she curled her arms around the woman's elbow and started walking beside her and pushing her arm firmly against the side of Anna's big titty. They crossed a few streets and entered a parking garage. Meanwhile Anna placed a cell call and reported to her office that she was feeling poorly and was going to take half a sick day. The girl watched as Anna put her cell phone away and then spoke up again. "You won't get in trouble for calling in like that? That must be nice...school gets upset when we get called in sick!" She was clearly excited by the time they reached the car; she opened the door and slid into the seat, but placed both hands on the soft leather of the seat. "Aren't you going to put my seat belt on me...Mommy?" Anna's heart started pounding again. Those innocent blue eyes were locked on hers and the girl watched as she leaned over to take the belt in hand. As Anna drew the strap across the girl's slender body she moved, arching her back slightly, and almost placing her slightly parted lips against Anna's, her breath sweet from the ice cream she'd eaten. "Thank you, Mommy." Her short sun dress had slid up under the movement, showing the bright pink cotton between her slender legs once more. Anna swallowed, more like a gulp, and tried to focus on the belt, her eyes riveted to the bright pink that was showing. When she reached up to guide the shoulder harness, her hand touched the tiny titty of the girl and she felt a flash like electricity pass up her arm. She had not been looking at what she was doing, "Oh, my goodness, excuse me," she stammered. "It's all right. You can touch my titties if you want to. I don't mind. In fact, I kinda like it." Tiff reached for the woman's hand and pushed it down between her legs, right on her pink panties, "You can touch me here if you want to. I have another older lady friend and she touches me there all the time." Anna was frozen in shock. It had been the last thing she'd expected. The little girl's hands were closed over hers, keeping her hand between the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs. The girl parted her legs, "Your hand is so warm...does it feel good, Mommy? Do you like playing with it?" She rocked her hips slightly, allowing Anna to feel the smooth, bare places just under the soft cotton. The girl looked at Anna and spoke even more softly; she leaned closer, pulling at the shoulder strap. "I would like it if you wanted to touch me more. You could even take off my panties! I'd really like that..." Her lips were close enough to Anna's, her breath was warm heat across the older woman's lips and then she was kissing the older woman, a distinctly unchildlike kiss, with the woman's hand imprisoned tightly between her legs. Anna was hopelessly lost; all the comfortable, familiar little arrangements that defined her static existence were swept before the current of intense feelings that assailed her. Delicious thrills ran up and down her body as she tried to assimilate the realization that the young girl was really going to let her come home with her and ...and...take her panties off...and she could not even contemplate what else. Tiff broke the kiss slowly, and looked up at the older woman. "Just go out Cedar Springs to Oak Lawn." She rocked her hips slowly, feeling the woman's fingers pressing on the soft cotton between her legs. Her small hands slowly slipped from Anna's wrist, and she smiled up at her, still pressing her hips up, rolling her soft, bare cunt through the slightly damp panties along Anna's fingers. "You like it, huh?" Anna drove in a highly dazed condition towards the high rise apartments on Turtle Creek. She did not pay attention to the fact that this was the most expensive place to live in Dallas. She didn't think about anything except what she was going to get to do to this young and delicious girl. Tiffany, on the other hand, watched Anna with bright, intelligent eyes, and smiled up at her. She knew exactly what this woman wanted. Tiff directed the highly aroused woman along the streets. When they turned into the entrance to a gated area, Tiff told Anna the code for the keypad and then smiled as she told Anna where to park. When Anna had parked, the little girl undid the seatbelt herself and opened the door, sliding out - and flashing her bright pink panties as she stood up. She walked around the car to take Anna's hand as she got out, and led the woman to the elevator. She pressed the top floor button, and smiled up at Anna, sliding her delicate little hand into the woman's warm grip. When they arrived, Tiff led her down the hall, and opened the unlocked door. "Come on..." Tiff giggled at Anna's reaction to the richly decorated apartment. Persian rugs, art from some of the most expensive stores, crystal...it was like some fairytale castle. Tiff smiled and led Anna to the living room, and stood in front of the couch – which was largely protected from outside viewing by the furniture and the design of the house. "Do you want to take my panties off now, Mommy?" How could such a fantastically thrilling thing happen to her? She just fell into this and thanked her lucky stars she met this vision of loveliness and had this opportunity to worship this little girl. But she was very tentative about how she should proceed. She wished the girl was not quite so young; for her first foray into this unexplored side of her sexuality she wished for someone who could take charge. Tiff looked up at Anna and smiled warmly. "It's all right. I could tell you weren't very experienced. Would you like to do something else? Maybe...kiss me?" Her nipples were pebble-hard under the light cotton of her sun dress, and she shifted in place, one hand moving behind her back to pluck at her panties. She had almost soaked through the thin cotton already. This woman was so afraid, and that tickled the little girl...she would have so much fun making a slut of her! "My room is just down the hall, too. Come on with me but take your panties off first. I don't think you need them in my room." Anna was shocked at her brash words and embarrassed to be sort of ordered around by such a little wisp of a girl but she gritted her teeth and raised her own slim business skirt to expose her full lush thighs. She tugged at the waistband of her panties, drawing them down to her knees to let them fall. She stepped out of them with an abashed shuffle and took Tiffany's hand. The girl led her to her room. Walking down the hallway was highly arousing to Anna. She was not used to walking around without panties unless she was in her own bathroom. The air moving around her pussy served to fill her with anticipation and excitement. "Momma's room is on the right side, right across from my room..." She took Anna's hand and again half-led her to the door. She opened it slowly, peeking in...and then pushed the door wide. "Nope, nobody home!" She turned and pushed the door to her own room open. It looked like a little girl's room, except there were not very many posters of singers, bands, or the like. There were paintings, real paintings, of various landscapes with lovely nudes on them, instead. Tiff turned around and looked at Anna. "Well...since you're so shy, why don't you kneel down and take my panties off for me? What do you like to do? Do you want me to warm you up with a little spanking?" "No, no, please, I don't want to be hurt, I'm..." When she realized the girl told her to kneel, she felt something click in her mind as though this was completely right. The girl should be telling her what to do because she didn't know what to do or even what she really wanted to do. Her legs folded of their own volition and she felt only an imperceptible thump as her knees struck the deep carpet Her eyes were level with the girl's waist. Anna was so excited she could barely breathe as her hands reached slowly up and under the girl's short skirt... Tiff smiled at the woman, and pulled her skirt up, exposing those brilliant pink panties to the woman. Anna could see she was wet – she had soaked through her panties, as excited bout this as Anna herself was. "It's all right. Take off my panties, Mommy." Her brilliant eyes bored into Anna's, her attitude commanding, even as cute as beautiful as she looked. "Take off my panties so you can kiss it!" Oh, Anna's pussy clinched at her words. Her hands trembled as she finally reached the waistband of the little pink panties and slowly drew down the panties. Tiffany held her skirt up around her waist so her pussy was gradually revealed, the smooth hairless mound, the little nub covered by the beginnings of two perfect puffy lips. A little lower and Anna could see the slit that ran down the center of her perfect pussy. Tiff's eyes were fixed on the woman's adoring face. She loved it...she loved the attention, the power she had. "Say it's pretty, won't you?" The girl smiled and one hand dropped her skirt, while the other hiked it higher, so her smooth belly and delicate naval were revealed. She touched the top of her bare slit, pushing her hard little pearl out just a little more. "Don't you like it?" Anna spoke, not thinking. "Your cu...pussy is very pretty." Her cheeks flared with heat, and she couldn't think of why she hesitated to use the more vulgar term in front of a little girl who had admitted that she'd already been touched by an older woman. "I like it a lot, Tiff." She wanted to kiss it, to touch it...but she was hesitating again. Suddenly Anna stopped thinking about what she was doing. Her lips were quickly met by the girl's slit as her face lunged forward. Her tongue erupted from her mouth and began lapping and licking at her little cunt, seeking entry. Her head turned almost sideways as her tongue finally broke through and separated the young girl's puffy pussy lips. An agony of need flooded the woman as her tongue was slithering around inside the moist heated walls. Her tongue surged forward as deep as it could reach and Anna's sense of smell exploded with the tingling sensation of stimulating aromas emanating from the young pussy. She lost all measures of control and began to fuck her tongue in and out of the girl, slurping up as much liquid cunt juice as she could find. "UHH!" Tiffany's tiny hands grabbed the woman's head, but she didn't try to force the woman away. Instead she wrapped her fingers in the soft locks of Anna's hair and pressed her hips up and out, pushing her heated, wet petals against the woman's lips and that wonderful, wonderful tongue. "Ohhhh...oh, do that again...no, push it up...YES! Like that!" She pushed herself against the woman's mouth, her command allowing her to press her tiny, hard little clit against the woman's lips as the woman tongued her so deeply. Momma stepped up to the door. Leaning on the door jam, she watched Anna lick her daughter's pussy. That woman was completely out of control, and it was almost perfect. Momma hadn't been in her room – she'd been in the garage, with the inside door open, listening to her daughter and the older woman the entire time. Moving several strands of her red hair from her face, she watched Tiff press herself against the woman's mouth. Tiffany was close, she wanted only one more thing..."Put...put your finger...put your finger in my butt, right now!" The domineering little girl's face was flushed and her breasts heaved as she neared her climax...With her back to the door, Anna had no idea of the show she was giving... Her hand reached around the girl and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass. Slowly she moved her fingers into the cleft, searching for her rosebud, her precious little asshole. She felt it and tried to work her finger inside but it was so tight. The girl's sphincter gripped the very tip of Anna's finger and the woman was afraid she could not get it any deeper. Then Tiffany relaxed more and Anna felt her finger move inside. The heat amazed her, she didn't know what to expect. She was so afraid of hurting the girl but the girl wiggled her lithe hips peremptorily and Anna responded by pushing her finger in up to the knuckle of her hand. Another thrilling feeling washed over her, to have succeeded, to have accomplished what the girl told her to do made her almost delirious now. Her mouth was still slavering over the young pussy and her tongue was working at an ever increasing pace in and out of the girl. Tiffany cried out, the tight ring of her anus pulsing over the woman's finger as she came violently. She actually gushed, her body spilling the warm heat over the woman's face, so much so that Anna at first thought the girl had peed on her. But it wasn't urine, only the warm, wet love of the girl's sex, spilling over her lips and down the girl's thighs as she cried out. "Oh, Momma! Momma! Ohhh...oh..." The girl trembled, her knees shaking as the woman lapped at the slick juices she'd delivered as her reward for a job well done. "I'm here, dear," said Momma, smiling warmly. Anna's heart froze in her chest, and she forgot to breathe. Her tongue slipped form the little girl's pussy, but she didn't dare move – her finger was still deep inside the little girl's tight rear, and she was afraid pulling out suddenly could hurt the girl. Tiffany giggled, confusing Anna even more, and the soft, gentle hands stroked her hair slowly. "I see you've been having fun..." Momma watched Anna closely, always enjoying this part of their game. "And you, Ms. Tolivar, what are you doing to my daughter? On your knees with your face covered in her girlish cum. I hope you're ashamed of your lecherous self!" "How did...you know...know my name?" "I took the liberty of going through your purse checking your credit cards while you were so busy in here sucking the pussy of my daughter. I can work you in every Thursday at eight o'clock. The fee is $500 a week. Don't be late or try to cancel an appointment. The fee is the same either way." "I'm not interested in paying you for sex with your daughter, Ms...Ms... Madam or whatever you call yourself!" Anna's outrage momentarily overcame her normal, non-confrontational manner. "My name is Agatha Hendrix but you are to call me Momma. Although you're a little older than our normal clients, all the others call me Momma and think of me as providing an essential service. It's not optional, by the way. Did you notice all the little video cameras on the shelves in her room? I would hate to send those videos to the police. You would be in for a long vacation with the dirtiest, meanest dykes in the State Prison System!" Momma's expression was stern, but inside she was laughing. This woman was pathetic...she was born to be exploited. Tiffany giggled and squirmed a little, still enjoying the feel of the woman's finger in her derriere. "I like her, Momma." Tiff looked at Anna and slowly pushed the woman off, sliding further back on the bed with her dress still lightly hiked up, her wetness glistening between her thighs. "I do hope you'd rather come back than go to that old prison. I like you. You're very good at kissing down there." Tiffany's eyes were as cold and as intelligent as her mother's. She wasn't a dupe or unwilling tool. Anna's stomach clenched. She was caught, on camera, molesting an under aged girl...and she had no doubt the little girl's voice had not been taped. "Make her kiss me again, Momma..." Tiffany smiled. "If she has to go to prison, I want her to make me feel good again before she goes." Embarrassed as it made her, Anna could not stem the tears that burst forth in huge, wracking sobs. She was well and truly screwed. Trussed up like a Christmas turkey, caught like a fly in the devious web of this deceitful duo of Momma Spider using as bait the multitudinous charms of her own daughter. She grieved for her misspent life, if she hadn't been so uptight, denying her true nature for so long and so hard, she might have had enough experience to recognize that young and beautiful little girls might have some ulterior motive for enticing and tantalizing an older woman, even an attractive older woman. She might not have let her frustration simmer and fester inside her until it exploded into the mess she now found herself in. Her long stifled needs had allowed it to happen. Because she wanted this girl so badly...and she still wanted her. Tiffany smiled, an angel, with the heart of a little devil. "All right..." Anna whispered softly. She leaned forward and planted her lips on the cunt of the girl. Still sitting on the bed, her legs spread wide to admit the head and shoulders of the cuntsucking woman, Tiffany winked at her mother across the room. "And Ms Tolivar," the little minx enunciated in her childish tone, "there is one more thing you need to do for me, if you will. Momma loves to suck my pussy and does it all the time but I don't like to suck pussy and I very seldom do it for her. I feel bad about it and I want you to suck her cunt for me, you'd be glad to do that, wouldn't you? And one more little thing; she needs to spank you for quite a while to get herself aroused and hot enough to enjoy you sucking her pussy. I'm sure she'll be gentle your first time and you will gradually grow accustomed to it; you might even grow to like it. But that's one of the additional services Momma and I provide. You get to suck my pussy, take a delicious bit of discipline from my mother and you also get to suck her cunt. That should all be easily worth a mere $500 a week, don't you think?" Anna did not agree or disagree; she knew her opinion was of no significance. She just buried her face in the girl's cunt and sucked away. Trying to drown in it to forget the terrible plight she was in, to forget that she would have to submit to the mother's degenerate desires and would have to do it for as long as they forced her. Anna worried herself sick all week, reproaching herself for being so foolish and allowing herself to be caught up in this dreadful dilemma. She tried every way to think of a way to escape. But along with all the turmoil, she found an undercurrent of absolute excitement. Somehow the fact that she had no choice relieved her of all the tormenting doubts that assailed her whenever she had yielded to the slightest lesbian impulse. Her arousal grew stronger each day and pushed away the regret, the defiance and the resentment. By the following Thursday Anna was almost delirious with the thoughts of her meeting at eight. She hurried home from work, took a long shower and dressed herself in the sexiest clothes she possessed. She put on a black dress with a short, tight skirt that clung to the full curves of her thighs. The dress was cut low in front to display her ample cleavage. Along with sheer, black hose, garter belt and four inch heels, she anticipated the wildest night she could have ever expected. At seven forty-five she was knocking at the door of Tiffany's apartment trying to contain the seething excitement that had been building steadily all week. Several minutes passed before the door was flung open and Ms Hendrix, Momma, opened the door with a slight frown. "You're a little early and Tiffany is not quite ready. I suppose you will need a little training to keep from making our schedule completely haphazard." The woman announced as she took Anna's hand and pulled her across the room to a straight back chair. "Slip your panties down and get over my lap!" She demanded as she took a seat on the chair. Suddenly filled with an awful fear, Anna was docile and compliant. She lifted her skirt in back and grasped the waistband of her panties and pushed them down to her knees. Then she lay across the woman's ample thighs, her buttocks clenching in her anxiety as she had no idea what to expect. She had little time for apprehension as she felt several stinging slaps on her well rounded backside. A cry of pain erupted from her lips as she was so shocked by the severity of Momma's discipline and her strength. "Oh, oh, please, I beg you, don't hit me anymore. I will be exactly on time from now on, I didn't know about your rules." Momma ignored her pleas and administered fifteen hard smacks as befitting the transgression of arriving fifteen minutes early. Anna's cries of discomfort were escalating into screams as the spanking proceeded. When Tiffany strolled leisurely out of her room, Ms Hendrix beckoned her to hurry. "Put your panties in her mouth before she wakes up the whole complex with her childish fussing. I've never seen a grown woman carry on so. What will we do when she really needs some discipline? I guess I'll have to take her out in the country to a farm or something." When Tiffany moved over to arrange herself on the couch, Ms Hendrix said, "You might as well go watch TV or something because I'm getting so hot spanking this woman, I'm gonna have to cum in her mouth as soon as I finish." Like all teenagers who are asked to modify their plans to the slightest degree, Tiffany trumped off to her room in a huff, muttering mild obscenities. When Momma stopped hitting her, Anna groaned in relief and when she was pushed to her knees, she had no compunction about doing whatever Momma demanded. When the woman parted her thighs, Anna lunged forward and started sucking cunt as fast as she could. She would never give this woman another excuse to discipline her if she could help it. The taste of the woman's pussy was causing her excitement to quicken. The spanking as painful as it was also made her very hot. She wanted to suck this woman and she immersed herself in her task with her tongue reaching deep and then gliding up to her protruding clit. Anna wrapped her lips around the woman's clit and sucked hard. She loved sucking pussy. Momma aroused by spanking Anna was quickly moving towards a tremendous climax. She clenched her thighs around Anna's head and grabbed her hair to pull her face deeper into her hungry cunt. "Ahhh, ah yes, suck it, you slut, you lecherous old slut...God! That's so good!" Momma grew limp and slumped back in the rigid chair. Anna got up and tried to repair her clothing. Ms Hendrix was silent as though she were sleeping. Anna decided to go and look for Tiffany. Although she had enjoyed Momma's pussy, she was still anxious to get Tiffany naked. She knocked gently on her bedroom door. "Yes? What is it?" Came the muffled response. "Tiffany, it's Anna. Can I come in?" "What do you want?" Anna didn't know how to answer. She didn't want to blurt out what she really wanted and wondered why the girl was acting like she didn't know. "Momma has sort of ...passed out and I wonder ed if you would let me..." "Let you what? You old lech, you want to come in here sniffing around my young cunt? You want to lick it, I suppose?" "Yes, I...I would like to..." Anna was so embarrassed to have to make that admission. Her weeklong subterfuge about the two of them forcing all manner of perversions on her was hard to maintain in her mind when she had to beg for the first taste of the girl's pussy. "Well, come on in, you horny old bitch. You want some pussy?" Anna walked through the door and approached Tiffany on her bed. She was losing the throbbing sexual hunger, the girl's unconcerned attitude and her belittling remarks were taking a definite toll on her libido. "Oh, now I have to pee," Tiffany uttered, "I have a good idea, come into the bathroom with me." The girl quickly cast off the silky, slinky robe she was wearing and moved towards Anna with a sparkling gleam in her eyes. The sudden excitement of the girl caused Anna's flagging excitement to quicken immediately. She did not hesitate when Tiffany took her hand and hustled her into the adjoining bathroom. She started to take her clothes off. "No, no don't take your clothes off. It's no fun to pee on someone who's naked. Most women tell me that going home in their pee moistened clothes is very stimulating. Just lay down in the tub." "Tiffany, please. I didn't really realize what you intended to do to me in here. Have a little compassion. I'm not used to being treated this way. Don't make me do this." "I'm not making you. If you want to suck a dry cunt, it's up to you. Most women tell me it's far more trouble than it's worth and about all you'll get out of it is a tired tongue. But if you let me pee on you, it will make me so hot; my little pussy will just be soaking when you suck it." Reluctantly and fully clothed in her painstakingly selected sexy clothes, Anna stepped into the tub, sat down and stretched her legs out. "Scoot down a little and bend your legs. I want you laying down flat on your back." Anna complied and arranged herself as requested. She watched the naked girl climb eagerly into the tub and stand with one foot on either side of Anna's chest. She shuddered with the repugnant thing she was about to do or have done to her. She was amazed that she was able to go this far but the sexual energy of the excited girl was contagious and Anna was feeling no small measure of agitation and anticipation. The surprisingly hot urine sudden exploded from the girl's pussy and splattered all over the tip of Anna's beautiful black dress. Anna merely gritted her teeth in forbearance. Then Tiff went to her knees and edged forward until her cunt was directly over Anna's face, a few inches away. "Open your mouth now." The girl demanded. Having read somewhere that pee was virtually sterile, Anna closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Her mouth was quickly filled with warm, salty pee. She closed her mouth and gulped it down, surprised that there was very little taste. The degenerate act somehow stimulated her beyond what she could imagine and she felt an enormous craving for what the girl was doing to her. Her mouth sprang open and her tongue extended to capture stray drops that might have been wasted. Her face moved up and her mouth formed a seal around the little girl's pussy and Anna swallowed all that remained like a longshoreman chug a lugging a pint of beer. Tiffany pulled Anna up out of the tub and over to the bathroom floor. She sat on the commode and spread her legs wide, exposing her succulent cunt in invitation. Anna could not contain her excitement as she quickly sank to her knees and buried her face in the girl's pussy. She was so exhilarated by the searing passion that possessed her that she seemed to be trying to enter the girl's cunt with her head. Her tongue extended and lapped all over the girl's labia, down to her asshole and up to her clit. Tiffany responded by opening her legs more and raising her hips up to meet the assault by the cunt starved woman. Soon they were both moaning in ecstasy. Tiff was moaning, Anna was mumbling, "thank you, oh, thank you so much , thank you.." like a blithering idiot. Anna could not wait until the next Thursday. She thought about Tiffany and her mother all day and dreamed about them all night. Her dreams were darker and more depraved than her thoughts and grew darker with each pasing day.