Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 12:50:51 +0000
From: April ANON <seasiren6877@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forbidden Needs part 6

The story continues. The tale of Brittany and Susan's journey to France
is mentioned only briefly her but it may be written up as a story in it's
own right at a later date. you must be over eighteen to read this.


Forbidden Needs Part 6

By seasiren6877athotmail.com

The Proposition.

Donna looked down at the sleeping girl beside her in the large
comfortable bed they shared. Long strands of sweetly scented hair kissed
her cheeks and spread out across the pillow as she enjoyed a happy dream,
the shadow of a smile playing across her lips the only clue. Her mother
yawned and looked over at the clock. It read seven thirty of the last
morning they would spend together for six whole weeks. Donna not only
loved her daughter. She was in love with her. A subtle difference in a
sentence, which made a world of difference to the kind of relationship
they had together. They had been lovers for the last six months, a fact
shared by only one other person, Donnas' best friend Susan. It was Susan
who had once joined them for a memorable menage-trois, which had lasted
throughout the night. In five hours she would be here again, but not to
stay this time. No, she would be taking Brittany away from her. Six
weeks!!!.... How on earth could she survive, what an awful prospect to be
away from her darling little girl for so long. She sighed and stroked the
child's ears with gentle fingers. It would do no good at all feeling
sorry for herself when the situation was partially her own fault.
It had begun a week ago when David and Jean (Mr and Mrs Stone) had asked
if they could speak to her on a particular matter that was apparently
important to all of them.  David had welcomed Donna into their home and
invited her to take a seat in their large and comfortable living room
before he joined his wife on the sofa opposite. She studied them both for
a moment. Jean was a neat almost prim woman of forty-eight, thinner than
her and a head or so smaller. She had a pretty face though, Donna
thought, permed midnight hair and with such large pretty eyes fringed
with the sexiest long black eyelashes; she wondered if she had secret
depths hidden far away beneath the rather mundane persona she tended to
display. Her husband David looked like a rather ordinary person, going to
seed somewhat, with thinning hair and a middle-aged paunch. They weren't
really her friends or even her kind of people, she knew that. In fact the
only reason she tolerated their company was because of their daughter
Amanda. A picture of her sweet upturned face sprang into her mind, she
was back in her house alone with her, and they were kissing... Oh bliss!
"We want to talk to you about Amanda." David Stone said.
Donna jumped out of her romantic reverie with a guilty blush. Were her
thoughts so transparent? Was he reading her mind?
"We know you like her."
"Well yeah, she's a nice kid..." began Donna with a slight frown as the
first stirrings of panic (namely the fact that the girl was only eleven
years old) welled up in her throat. "I mean of course...."
 "No, I mean you really like her Donna" David smiled as he put emphasis
on the word 'really' . We've both noticed the way you look at her and how
she blushes whenever you do. Don't get frightened... please, just let me
continue. I know some of this might seem strange to you.  You're probably
afraid that I'm going to be hostile.  Let me start off by saying that I
know what you and Amanda have been doing, I know how you kissed her and
would probably have gone further if circumstances had allowed you to.
Frankly I don't think it's any of my business even if you had.  All I can
see is the enchantment and love written all over Amanda's face, and that
makes me very happy indeed."

 "I . . ."
 "Don't say anything yet.  Just hear me out and I think you'll understand
where I'm coming from.  The real reason I'm so pleased with Amanda's
choice of an adult friend goes way back to my own childhood.  When I was
eight years old I was befriended and taught about love by a thirty-six
year-old woman who happened to be a friend of my Mother.  These days it
would be labelled child abuse, but nothing could have been further from
the truth.  She was kind and considerate, and she genuinely loved me. And
what was more important, she taught me to love and respect other people
and become confident in myself.  She was very tender, and she went very
slowly.  But she taught me about love and how to give it in every way,
shape and form.  I went through my entire childhood spending as much time
with her as I could until I became a man in my own right and started
dating girls my own age. I will always be very grateful to her, Donna,
and I see nothing wrong in you and Amanda finding the same kind of
happiness if that's what you both want."

Donna was pensive as she absorbed this latest revelation. A woman taking
an eight-year-old boy for her lover was no more peculiar than the idea of
her and Amanda or Brittany come to that, it was . . .
"Donna."
Donna swung her head towards Jean as she snapped out of her reverie,
dimly aware her mouth was wide open she closed it and then raised an
eyebrow questioningly deciding to deny everything to the police if that's
what all this was about.
"You haven't a thing on me, I did noth. . . ."
"No dear, don't jump to the wrong conclusions," soothed Jean "just hear
us out. David isn't mad at you, nor am I dear, we're not the kind of
people to condemn anyone. You see David had an unusual childhood, one
that he told me of as soon as we fell in love, and it didn't spoil
anything. It's been the best thing that ever happened to him apart from.
. . ."
They were in love, enveloped and embraced by it, an entity in itself that
bound them both together so strongly that for a moment  Donna regretted
the way she was, she knew her own personal needs would never allow her to
experience the normal love of a man the way any other women could.
. . . "Apart from you, my love." David continued as he placed his hand
tenderly over his wife's.
Her face lit up and they shared a warm smile before she resumed.
"We've spoken to Amanda. She thinks a lot about you Donna, in fact she's
in love with you."
 Donna blinked stupidly for a moment, expecting the dream to evaporate
any second. But it didn't, this was real life, it was actually happening!
Amanda's parents were calmly telling her they knew of her illegal
activities with their eleven-year-old year-old daughter and they didn't
mind. What's more, from what David was saying, it sounded like they
wouldn't be averse to her having a full physical relationship with her.
Jean's eyes met hers in a level stare and Donna suddenly saw her in a new
light; she had hidden depths within her prim character which had as yet
gone untapped.
"There's one more thing. . . . . David?" She turned to her husband with a
raised eyebrow.
"Ah. . . .Yes. The lady in question was a person of refinement. For her
everything had to be just so, including her pleasures. She was quite
fastidious in the manner of how I pleased her, it had to be done
correctly or she would be upset -- and I hated that more than anything
since I adored her so much. In other words Donna, I became her servant. I
pandered to her every whim and need; my only aim in life was to provide
her with pleasure. She taught me  that the mouth is a tool; it can do
many things such as make wonderful sounds when we sing or use it to play
a musical instrument. But to do both of these things and many more it
needs to be schooled. In this respect she was my tutor.  She taught me
how to use my lips and tongue in a myriad of different and exciting ways
to please and thrill her lovely body, and in time my mouth did indeed
become a finely tuned instrument. Thanks to my lover I learned all the
nuances and skills of oral servitude and it has stood me in good stead
for pleasing other women in adult life."
Jean's face broke into a blushing smile as she and her husband shared
another look, this time one of quiet agreement. David began to lightly
run the small finger of one hand up and down between each of the fingers
on Jean's hand, which now rested, lightly clenched, on his knee.  His
pinkie, as it lingeringly flicked over and back against each crook where
two fingers met, reminded Donna of a tongue tasting the deep, sweet
cracks of a yielding anus. In turn Donna began looking at the Stone's in
a new light. They had suddenly become very interesting, and she felt she
would like to know more about them as people in their own right rather
than just using them as a means of getting to Amanda.
"It has done me no harm." He continued. "I'm a quiet man and that's my
nature, I usually prefer others to do the talking but I listen to what
they say, and I have learnt a great deal that way. She taught me to do
that when I was with her. I listened to every word she said, and then
obeyed. I never needed to be told twice and that not only stood me in
good stead with her, but it helped me in my professional life when I grew
older."
Donna reflected on his success in business, he was the vice president of
a large insurance company and was clearly thriving in his endeavours.

. ..  . . . . . . "I'd like Amanda to enjoy the benefits of such a
relationship and what it can bring to her in later life. We would like
you to be her Mistress, and for her to be your servant. Do you accept?"
Donna closed her eyes for a moment as her gaze travelled inwards to
examine her soul. This wasn't just about her pleasure; there was more to
their request than that. Yes, she would slake her needs with Amanda; she
would quench her thirst with her a thousand times and more. But it had to
be paid for. Her pleasure came at a price; it would be her responsibility
to shape Amanda's mind and character into that of a successful and
attentive young lady. It would mean dividing her attentions between
Amanda and her own daughter. There'd be no strain on her libido, she knew
that; her sex drive had always been abnormally high, she would tire the
two girls to exhaustion and not the other way round.
"Yes I accept!" She said, staring into the eyes of each one of them.
Relief showed itself on their faces as they saw the commitment and
determination on Donna's face and any tension they had felt ebbed out of
them as they both sank back in their seats satisfied.
. . "With all my heart I accept."


They  broke out the drinks now the weight had been lifted and it was
decided Amanda would stay with Donna over the summer holidays. It would
mean an intense one-to-one relationship with the young girl, which meant
that Brittany couldn't be in the same house. She would try and arrange
something with Susan, she was sure something could be worked out. Or at
least she tried to tell herself it could, such was her eagerness to find
a way to make it all work. It was also agreed that Amanda should come
home for a weekend halfway through her stay. After all six weeks was a
life time to a child, and this would at least break up the absence from
her parents somewhat, and then, well, if it all worked out, Amanda could
visit Donna's house three times a week to continue their relationship
while Brittany in turn would spend those particular nights in Amanda's
bed at the Stone's. Of course Susan would be involved too on any weekend
she could visit them she could join her and Brittany, so all in all it
sounded pretty damn perfect. . . .if everything worked according to plan.



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Donna hadn't looked forward to telling her daughter, but she needn't have
worried in the end, she'd taking the news as though it was the beginning
of a big adventure, and in a way it was. . . .

"Mom, are you awake?"
The first rays of early morning light were beginning to filter through
the blinds casting a sea of faint tiger stripes over the two lovers.
Donna lay on her side facing her daughter as her eyelids flickered open
and cast a  bleary glance over the bedroom. It looked so romantic with
it's delicate shades of pink, it's pastel walls and sweeping silk
curtains now tied back by Brittany to let in the morning.
"Mmm... yes I must have closed my eyes again. How are you? . . Did you
sleep well?"
"Yes . . . not bad. Is it a long way to France?" She chirped.
Donna gave an inward smile. Brittany was referring to her stay with the
enigmatic Ellen. Susan would have been delighted to have Brittany for the
rest of the summer holidays, but unfortunately she'd been landed a
special assignment overseas and away from the newsroom. But all wasn't
lost, as Susan had offered to take Brittany to a friend of hers. Ellen,
her friend was an English woman, she was a painter who'd been living in
the South of France for the last three years since the divorce of her
husband, and Susan thought she and Brittany might become friends.
Donna bent down to give her little lover a chaste kiss on the cheek
before she answered her question.

"Not that far love."
"Will we be going in Susan's car?"
"Yes dear. Susan's taking you there."
"If she drives very fast will we get there even quicker."
"I hope she doesn't drive fast darling, and I'm sure she won't. I want
you to get there safely and in one piece rather than go to quickly and
have a crash."
"If it isn't very far, why will it take two days?"
"Because you're going to be staying the night in a motel with her. Isn't
that what you want? You keep telling me how much you like Susan."
"I do like her Mummy, she's a pretty lady but not as pretty as you."
Brittany's hands now rested on her Mother's breasts while her fingers
absent mindedly stroked the hardening nipples. Donna sighed luxuriously;
aroused at the contact she flexed like a cat and thrust her breasts
upwards for continued attention before leaning forward and kissing her
wetly on the lips
"Oh my darling."
 "Mum?"
"Yes honey."
"When we go to France, how will I know what they're saying if they talk
different to me?"
"They won't all just speak French, some of them speak English as well....
and besides Ellen understands and speaks French, so she can tell you what
they're saying."
"Will Ellen like me?"
"Ellen will have to like you. How couldn't she? You're the prettiest,
most scrumptious little girl in the whole world."

"Hee... hee... hee... Oh is that true... am I really?"
"Of course it's true. If Mummy says it's true it has to be, you're
absolutely delicious, and that's official!"
. . . . . . . . . . . . "Will she be my friend like Susan is?"
"Hmm... you mean just like Susan is? I don't know Brittany, I really
don't. Ellen is Susan's friend, but even Susan doesn't know her that
well. She's a very mysterious lady our Ellen, so who knows? She once had
a younger girlfriend for a while, but she wasn't as young as you, that
was over two years ago, just after her husband left."
"How old was her girlfriend?"
"Eighteen."
"And how old is Ellen?"
"Ellen is forty-six love. She was forty-three then."
"Heee... heee.... heee."
"Oh... what's tickled you giggle can"
"Is Ellen sexy?"
"Oh I see... thinking of her already are you.... and before you're even
out of our bed... Well yes, little Miss cutie pants, she's very sexy so
there.... However..... I'm sexier than anyone.... AREN'T I BRITTANY?"
Silence: Brittany's eyes danced with devilment as she fought to keep
silent, her lower lips twitching with the strain as she tremored with
mirth under her Mother's gaze.
. . . . . Oh yes? So that's it is it? No answer? . . . And never mind
giggling like a drain, I'm going to make you realize how sexy I am.
You'll be worn out by the time you leave here."  . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A waft of cool air swept past Brittany's face as the white linen bed
sheets were thrown back and Donna clambered up the bed to swing her knees
on either side of her head. Brittany let out a quiet sigh as she felt the
soft kiss of her mother's thighs against her cheeks and the downy fuzz of
her pubes nestling against her chin.
"Here, let's do it properly," mumbled Donna tetchily as she climbed back
over the bed. "We need my pillow for this, yours doesn't raise your head
up enough for me to feel I'm connecting..."
One hand lifted up her head while the other slid the pillow beneath it to
raise her up. Then the slightest of shuffles and a shifting of weight was
enough to bring her eager vagina within kissing distance of Amanda's
lips, except Amanda didn't - not yet anyway - she preferred to look
instead . . . to memorise every glistening fold and the way her mother's
fingers pulled back the hood to reveal the hard finger of flesh which
even now stood to attention.
"Darling...."
A hint of impatience in her mother's voice?
"You like looking huh? Pretty little pussy isn't it? Yesss . . . You know
it is, don't yoooo. It's the cutest pussy cunt in the entire world and
it's all for you... all for you, honey pie. Don't you just love it?
You're in love with mummy's pretty puss aren't you?   . .  . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . AREN'T YOU?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes Mummy."
"Say you want to suck my cunt. Tell Mummy you want to suck her cunt. Say
'Mummy I want to suck, kiss and make love to your pussy until it creams
in my mouth.' Say that to me Brittany!"
"Mummy...." She whispered.
"Louder darling, louder!"
"Mummy I want to kiss suck and make love to your pussy until it gushes in
my mouth and I drink it all up."
"Very good...I'm very glad you want to drink it all up. . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . .. . .  cos here tis!"
With that she squished herself down onto Brittany face with a dreamy
sigh. Brittany in a world of cunt opened her mouth and curved her tongue
upwards until it touched and then stroked the hard nodule of flesh that
was fast becoming an old friend. Her reward came instantly in the form of
a loud moan from up above and . . . . . . . . . . . .
"DARLING, YES!"
There can't have been many young girls trained to such perfection in oral
servitude, but if there were, then Brittany would have been the best. She
knew it would be the last time for them before she had to leave for
France, and knowing this she gave everything she had. Every ounce of
effort and every gram of knowledge were expended into the task of
pleasuring the woman above her. It paid off. Donna was on the receiving
end of the best servicing she had ever experienced. They say nothing
lasts forever, but it seemed to for Donna as she rode out one peak and
then began another, crying and screaming and bouncing against Brittany's
mouth and chin. At one point she began sliding her sopping cunt up and
down the girl's face from chin to forehead, groaning, churning and
smearing until Brittany's skin shone a wet pink and then back onto her
lips for some fast, hard fucking, brimming her with cream so that it
escaped from the corners of her mouth and ran down her neck in milky
rivulets.
It was a wild session that left them both exhausted, Donna especially.
'Too much pleasure can be harmful to the health' she thought fleetingly
as she snuggled her war torn body against Brittany, and pulled up the bed
sheet to drift back into sleep.
Brittany's hand stole down between her own legs and began to gently rub
her small clitoris, the warmth of her Mother's sweet scented body and the
soft duvet sending her to a wonderful world of rainbows and ecstasy.


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Donna woke some time later to the sound of the toilet lid being clunked
down and the loo flushing. The very sound brought stirrings within her
bowels and bladder and she grimaced as they gave a familiar churn.  A
lazy kick from her elegant leg sent the covers flying over the side of
the bed as Donna got up to head for the bathroom.
"Hi Mum."
"Mmm hi darling", she sighed dreamily. "You were wonderful this morning .
. . just out of this world."
"I wanted it to be good for you Mummy," she smiled, blushing all the way
across her lovely face. "Cos I'm going away and it's the last time I can
make you happy."
Love shone from Donna's face as she smiled into Brittany's eyes. Mmm . .
. Yes . . . the last time. The last time to make her feel good . . . .
Well she'd done that all right. Her innards gave a low growl of protest
that even Brittany could hear, and just then Donna thought of another
indulgence, her favourite as it happened. After all she reasoned, even
though it was only two nights since, it would be some time before they
could do it again.
She bent down and brought her lips to Brittany's in an open mouthed kiss
that lasted long enough for her nipples to rise up from her breasts.

"Mmmm . . .  Oh Brittany my dear." She sighed before skipping her lips
across her face from cheek to ear in a smattering of soft wet kisses. She
nibbled the lobe of an ear for a moment as amidst a fit of quiet giggles
from Brittany, she made a funnel with her hand to whisper in her ear.
"I need your mouth for a potty!!"
Brittany gasped in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by the obscene
demand, and seeing amusement in her Mother's face, she rallied quickly,
trying to gain the upper hand with a cheeky retort that would go some way
to restoring her loss of face.

"No, not today Mummy, not hungry today thanks." She tittered with
twinkling eyes and a face made for mischief.
Donna stared at her through narrowed eyes with enough chagrin in her face
to make Brittany clasp a hand over her mouth.
"Oops!"
"I'll give you oops young lady." She said, pretending to be angry, but
not fooling Brittany in the slightest. "Have you ever heard of force
feeding?" And then not waiting for an answer. . . . "It's what they do to
naughty people who won't eat their dinners; they force em' to eat it
through a nasty tube." She stared at her daughter's cheeky face for a
moment and imagined the bizarre scenario, and then burst out laughing, a
moment later Brittany followed suit and fell into Donna's arms.
"Oh Mummy, you know I will. I love you! I know how much you like to do it
with me. I'll be your toilet anytime you want, I'll always be your good
girl!"
"You're gonna come quietly then?" She drawled in a corny voice from a
corner of her mouth.
"Yes Mummy."

Donna smiled smugly as she took her by the hand and led her into the
bathroom, where she seated the child in the bath and climbed in after
her. She turned to face her, and went into a squat over her head. She was
angling her self into position when  she stopped to notice Brittany
looking up at her with a puzzled expression.
"Mum if you force-fed me, how would you make me drink? Would you pee in a
bottle and spoon it into my mouth like you do with the horrible
medicine?"
Donna had just relaxed her vagina sending a few stray drops of pee
pattering down onto Brittany's face, but then when she began to speak she
gritted her teeth to rein herself back. But the effect of her daughter's
hilarious question caused her to shake with laughter sending pee bursting
out of her in all directions like a spinning water canon. Cursing and
laughing she squatted down lower and managed to control her aim a little,
but not the intensity, so that it hit the back of Brittany's throat as
she tried to drink it, and then foamed back out of her mouth and down her
neck. Donna's breasts fell and bounced into each other like a pair of
tipsy revellers, as overwhelmed by another spate of giggles began by the
spectacle of Brittany's struggles, she lost all sense of aim, and a
cloudburst of golden rain soaked Brittany's hair and gasping features.
It came to an end when there was nothing left to give the poor girl
Luckily she saw the funny side too and joined her mother as she broke out
into peals of delighted laughter. Donna by now completely helpless,
scrambled down into the bottom of the bath pulling Brittany with her in a
tangle of arms, legs, breasts and laughing kissing mouths. In time the
chortles merged into sporadic titters, and eventually died down until a
hush of calm settled over the white tiled room as they lay making love to
each other with just their eyes.
"I'll never be able to get enough of you," Donna whispered in a voice
brimming over with love and emotion, "not even if I live a thousand life
times. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . .You're just perfect."

Then she sighed and hauled herself up from the bottom of the wet bath and
took a familiar stance as she bent over to rest her hands on her knees
and present Brittany with her waiting buttocks. Looking down past her
shoulders she gave an almost imperceptible lift of her eyebrows, a silent
question to the seated child who nodded briefly and then slid down behind
her, open mouthed and ready.
"Push your tongue up inside me," she said her voice rushing out in a
hungry gasp. "I want you to taste it as it slides into your mouth."
Brittany slid her tongue between the chubby cheeks, and felt the flesh
give way to her as she entered the canyon in-between. As soon as she felt
Brittany's warm face pressing into her crease, Donna pushed back, wanting
to feel her tongue buried inside her ass. She wasn't disappointed when
she felt it wriggle around inside the dark sensitive flesh of her anus,
knowing she was tasting the tart musky flavour of her bowel secretions.
Brittany felt the walls of the anus give a pulse as a waft of gas
discharged from within. She tasted it before it entered her mouth, its
texture a cloying wetness and a taste of things to come. It came almost
immediately this time. The anal ring suddenly expanded, and pushed
outwards in the form of a small fleshy cone and from within a soft,
bloated mass emerged that pushed her tongue back into her mouth followed
swiftly by a seven-inch piece of shit. As always the taste was utterly
horrid, so bitter and foul it defied description. It exploded its filth,
filling her oral cavity to the brim. Still it came on, the long fibrous
rope creaking and crackling until it parked itself in her throat, making
her retch and splutter. As usual Donna shook with excitement with the
knowledge of what she was doing. The vileness of the act she was
perpetrating on a child barely thirteen - making her eat her shit - made
her reach her hand between her thighs and play with herself unashamedly.
She listened to the noises below her, the chomping, spluttering and the
unmistakable sound of swallowing, and she knew Brittany had eaten her
first mouthful of her. There was more to come as she grunted again, and
sent the next item down the production line... the dirt chute from her
bowels. She moaned knowing she was raping her child with her shit,
stretching the corners of her lips as she struggled to accommodate its
girth. The flavour was too robust for her taste buds. Tears ran down her
cheeks as she chewed and swallowed each clump into her stomach, yet still
it kept sliding out of her Mother's rectum and into her mouth. With a
final 'phut' from the caked-up rosebud, a fine spray of odure shot out to
speckle her lips and cheeks in a fine brown mist of stinking cack, the
final salvo that signalled an end to the bizarre orgy.
Donna fell back into the bath masturbating. Glassy eyed and slack jawed
she lay slumped as she stared at Brittany's shit covered face, each
movement of her jaw as she chewed and swallowed was watched and
celebrated with a litany of hungry moans as she came.
Breakfast had been served.


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Ellen


Ellen Peters was all of 46, single (now) and bored. Blessed - some would
have thought - with an idyllic life, she lived in a beautiful villa on a
sunlit Spanish island. She had ample time on her hand since the divorce
from her husband; the settlement had been more than generous. Ellen was a
photographer, a professional photographer who now spent much of her time
photographing the beautiful island and selling her work to stock
libraries. The divorce had been more of a drifting apart than an
acrimonious bust up; they had always had an open marriage, Anthony, her
husband, had his women, while Ellen had hers. Ellen was bisexual, or at
least used to be, for nowadays her preferences ran solely towards women
and younger ones at that, she had just come out of a discreet affair with
Sadie, a love struck nymphet who was some years her junior.
Ellen had spent a lot of time photographing people in the public eye when
she lived in the UK, and one of her projects had been Susan. The
attraction was immediate and they'd adjourned to a hotel room shortly
after the shoot to get further acquainted. They'd been lovers on and off
ever since. Good friends too. There were no secrets between them; all
confidences were shared . . . including the secret of Brittany. At first
Ellen had been shocked and didn't want to become involved, let alone hear
about it. But over the last few months her curiosity had got the better
of her to the point of wanting to know everything about her and all they
had done together. She found herself thinking of them in each other's
arms more and more, something which gave her a serious itch down below as
she pictured the scene between Brittany, her Mother, and Susan. So when
Susan had phoned her a week ago and asked if she would not only like to
meet Brittany, but to have her stay with her for most of the summer,
Ellen had just about flipped . . .before saying yes, of course! Not that
she had any intention of becoming involved herself, that was far too
risky. No, that had nothing to do with her eagerness. Her reason was
curiosity. How could Susan put herself in that position with a mere
child? If she were ever found out they'd lock her away for sure, and
throw away the key. No, not for her. She was far too smart. . .  On the
other hand it wouldn't do any harm to meet the girl, and it would be nice
to have her company. Why, she could be her young assistant, and accompany
her on photography excursions around the island. What fun, a little
friend all of her own who didn't ask complicated questions or try to
organise her life. Ellen had always missed out on not having a daughter.
It would be rather touching to have a young girl around the place, and
there wouldn't be any risk of getting herself into Susan's situation. It
had only been the bizarre nature of Susan's circumstances that had given
her a buzz, nothing more. If anything there was a large dollop of morbid
fascination involved, it was difficult to imagine the kind of girl who'd
not only allowed herself to become sexually involved with an adult, but
had actively taken part of her own free will and by all accounts was
still enjoying herself. Maybe she was slightly simple in some way,
although Susan had insisted she was such a bright child.
It was late afternoon when they arrived. Ellen heard the car pull up in
the driveway just after five o'clock and stopped working in the light
room to hurry over and let them in.
"Hi you two," she cried, "Come in, come in! How was your journey? You
must be tired?"
The glamorous blonde pushed through the doorway with a radiant smile and
a wail of glee and then threw her arms around her friend, embracing her
with a fierce hug and a searing kiss on the lips.
"Oh Ellen! It's sooo good to see you my love . . . Oh thank you thank
you," she cooed. "Come on in Brittany, my angel!"
There was a tentative pause, and then Brittany stepped through the door,
tilted her head up and gave Ellen a shy smile. Neither of them spoke,
instead they studied each other in silence; two pairs of eyes jumping
form one spot to another as they took in everything before them.
Ellen was a smart middle-aged woman with a heart-shaped face; tidy
sloping nose and wide generous mouth. Her hair was blonde, bleached by
the sunlight and cut into a neat bob set off nicely by her rich honeyed
tan. Like most women who claimed a place in Brittany's life, Ellen, if
nothing else looked intelligent. Deep hazel eyes sloped lazily across her
face and looked perceptive as they in turn weighed her up. A series of
small faint lines had spread around her eyes and mouth, giving her a
weathered look; Brittany thought they gave her character instead of
making her look old. Travelling down she noted Ellen had a curvy, but not
an over generous figure. Nicely raised breasts, and a pair of long,
pointed nipples poking against her light cotton top looked extremely
interesting to Brittany's lesbian scrutiny. Trim waisted, she carried no
extra weight around her middle while her legs were long and shapely in a
pair of thin purple slacks. Brittany approved!
Ellen in turn, found Brittany delightful. So cute, with a face like a
cherub and ribbons the same colour as her dress. No wonder Sue had fallen
for her. Even as she scolded herself for such a thought, her gaze swept
down to take in the girl's sexy figure in her crisp pink dress complete
with white socks and sandals. Like a princess in a fairytale? Why was she
dressed like that? It was almost too obvious... as though to tempt her.
But into what? The answer came immediately with an image of her and the
girl in each other's arms kissing like lovers in her white-sheeted bed.
But she was ready to resist such a temptation, or at least she hoped she
was! Ellen gave Susan a hooded look before bending down on one knee
before Brittany.
"Hello Brittany. It's so nice to see you! You're even prettier than I
imagined, and what a lovely dress. Did your Mum buy it for you to wear on
your holiday?"
"Yes," she replied innocently as she held her arms behind her back and
rocked up and down on her heels. "Susan and Mum thought you would like to
see me weari. . ."
"Erm . . ." Susan interjected hurriedly before the little darling went
and spilt the beans completely, although it was probably too late judging
by the narrow look Ellen was giving her. Of course it had all been her
idea, she just wanted Ellen to find her . . . well attractive enough to
maybe see a few possibilities with the girl. She knew it was too obvious
now, the way she and Donna had dressed her up to look like a fairytale,
and hadn't Ellen said she wanted nothing to do with that, there'd be no
repeat of the kind of things she and Donna had been getting up to with
her.
It was so unfair though, Susan thought, as she noted Ellen's reaction; it
would be so good for her. Brittany was the most delightful bed companion
a woman could wish for, so attentive to one's needs in that respect. If
only Ellen would only try it once, she'd be sure to swoon with delight
when she experienced that cheeky little tongue of hers and then what a
bond there would be between them for the rest of the weeks they had
together.
"We thought the thin cotton would be about right for the hot weather."
She said lamely. "Perhaps it is a little Bo Peep though, although she has
plenty of other clothes anyway, a whole suitcase full back in the car
 . . . I'll just go and fetch it."
Ellen nodded and gave her a wary smile deciding to let it go. The bait
hadn't been taken because she wasn't made the same way as Susan and
Donna, she just didn't go for young girls, for goodness sake. That didn't
mean she wasn't going to dote on her though, she looked an absolute
treasure with those big blue eyes and goldilocks hair, yes she would
spoil her and they'd get along just famously, and that was how it should
be; but there'd be no improprieties between them, and that was that she
decided.
After a meal of sole and sardines finished off with a mouth-watering
salad and then ice cream, Ellen showed Brittany to her room further down
the hall. Like Ellen's it faced out towards the sea with a beautiful view
across the bay. She settled to play with her colouring books while Susan
and Ellen took to the balcony with a couple of tall glasses and a bottle
of chardonnay. A light breeze wafted the scent of pine trees towards them
as they sat at the table. Susan signed as she tasted the cool wine and
then smiled into the evening sunlight as it cast a warm glow over the
waves.
"Brittany's going to love it here." Susan breathed.
"I hope so Sue." Ellen said, setting down her wine glass with an
appreciative smack of her lips. "I hope she doesn't get too homesick away
from her Mum. Their relationship's pretty special isn't it?"
A girl's voice drifted towards them as Brittany sang the words of a
popular pop song while colouring in her cartoons.
"She's a happy child." Replied Susan gently, sensing her friend's
direction. "I promise you no harm's come to her, they're both very much a
couple, and deeply in love. She's an intelligent well-adjusted child, and
she's going to grow up into a formidable lady just like her Mother.
Please don't look at her disapprovingly for enjoying what she does, who's
to say she shouldn't like what she's doing just because her age doesn't
fit in with what our staid society expects. As long as she takes
pleasures in such loving - unusual as that loving is - then why condemn
it?"
Ellen reached over to caress Susan's shoulder before taking it away and
replacing it with her lips and a gentle kiss.
"I'm sorry if I came over like that darling, I didn't mean to. I suppose
I just find the idea so strange, even though I find the bizarreness of
the whole thing quite stimulating for some reason."
She paused to take a gulp of the cool wine, searching for the right
words. "Part of me finds it exciting, a turn-on even to think of you
having her like that and then getting her to do all of those  things."
Susan raised a silent eyebrow.
"I just don't think it's my thing," she continued. "Not that young
anyway."
"But you do like younger girls." Susan stated.
"Yes I do . . .  but no younger than eighteen. You know I like them, they
make me feel so alive!" She sighed wondrously. "But there is a
difference."
"Well at least there's one thing we do have in common."
"Oh what's that?" frowned Ellen.
"We're both advocates of what, for want of a better term, could be
called, the unequal relationship." Her eyes twinkled conspiratorially.
"You've admitted as much yourself, how you prefer them to give you all
the pleasure; you find the excitement much greater that way, having some
young thing bury her head between your thighs and send you to heaven and
back. You love it!"

A giggle erupted from Ellen's lips before she put a hand over them and
cocked her head in the direction of Brittany's room. A child's voice
glided into the rapidly darkening night as it hummed another tune to the
accompaniment of a pair of scribbling hands. Satisfied Ellen continued.
"It's true. I can be very demanding."
"Don't I just know it!" laughed Susan.
"No not like that," Ellen blushed. "With you and I it's different . .
It's equal give and take, and that's beautiful in a different way. It's
just a bit depraved with a younger girl, you know . . ." She paused and
pulled a face as she searched for the right words. . . "It gives me a
buzz to demand things, boss them about even . . . I don't know why, it
just does."
Susan cocked an eyebrow at her friend thinking they were more alike than
Ellen would ever admit. She wondered how long it would be before she
began to think of Brittany as a candidate for that kind of loving.
Some time later after both women had drank the rest of the bottle and
half of the next, Susan reached over and took her friends hand.
"Just a sec  . . ."
. . . . . . . . "BRITTANY!   . . ."
"Yes." Came the sleepy reply.
"Get into bed now, make sure you've cleaned your teeth first and I'll be
over in five minutes."
There was a soft crump as Brittany threw down her colouring book and
headed for the bathroom.
"I'm going to put Brittany to bed now," she said, looking into Ellen's
eyes . . . " And to collect my good night kiss."

Ellen's gaze pierced into Susan's briefly as she sought conformation of
her suspicion of what a 'goodnight kiss' meant. It came back at once
without so much as the twitch of a muscle. Ellen was the first to blink.
"I see," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"Do you still want me to come later?" Asked Susan.
Susan had assumed they'd be sharing the same bed. They always did, since
they were so genuinely fond of each other, and the pleasure they found in
each other's arms was real enough. Both women had been looking forward to
tonight.
"Of course I do, you silly fool," tittered Ellen as a myriad of crow's
feet spread from her eyes. "Only you'll be providing the entertainment
for the first part of the night."
Susan laughed with relief as the tension disappeared between them.
"Very well it'll be my pleasure."
 "No honey," Ellen shook her head. "Didn't you hear what I just said
  . . . . . . It's going to be my pleasure . .  mine entirely."


Susan padded off in the direction of Brittany's bedroom, after Ellen
announced she'd be waiting for her in bed. Instead Ellen made a silent
detour and followed her friend down the corridor so she could peer
through the doorway when Susan joined Brittany in her bedroom.
Brittany was already tucked up in bed, wearing her favourite pyjamas, her
eyes fluttering at the edge of sleep with her sparkling blue eyes just
visible beneath the trembling lids. Susan's breathing deepened as she
neared the bed and gently lifted the tired youngster's head from the
pillow. Then she leant forward to lift up her own skirt and press the
girl's mouth against her knickers. Without even the briefest recourse to
conscious thought, Brittany's tongue began to flicker against the thin
material, swiping up and down the contoured groove as she inhaled the
seeping aroma.
"Good girl, good girl" soothed the woman. "You were so wonderful in the
motel last night darling . . "
And then . . .
"Here . . . just let me pull this out of your way so you can get to me
properly."

Susan reached down to pull her panties aside and accommodate the
awakening girl. Wet opened mouthed kisses followed her probing tongue
after it had wriggled this way and that, stimulating the pink fleshy lips
until they suffused with blood and sprouted open like a blossoming
flower.
"Oh God!" whispered Susan as she tousled and tugged at the girl's long
blonde hair. "Oh yes darling!"
Long minutes passed by. A succession of fevered sobs sang against the
walls of the dimly lit room as Susan held the girl's head beneath her
blue skirt. All seemed well until a moan of frustration ceased the steady
stream.
"Just a sec honey .  this isn't going to work out . . just let me".  .
Susan stepped back for a moment.  From her vantage point in the doorway
Ellen heard the sound of silk swishing down stockinged legs as her
panties were slid down and kicked away.  An impatient whimper followed as
she shoved her pulsing nether lips back into Brittany's face, shifting
her weight from one foot to another as she jostled for a firmer purchase
against her mouth.
A stifled gasp issued from the bedroom doorway, enough to alert Susan to
another's presence had she not being carried away with alcohol and lust.
Crying out as though in pain she lurched into Brittany's mouth, jerking
and clutching her sharp nails into the girl's skull.
Ellen watched Susan's spasming buttocks as she trembled and shook over
Brittany's face. Her eyes widened; even though Brittany's efforts to
swallow the woman's spending could be heard quite clearly she noticed a
rivulet of milky liquid running down her chin and then another sprouting
from the corner of her mouth. It was all too much. She tiptoed to her own
bedroom and threw off her clothes as though on fire, and there, stark
naked she waited for Susan to slake her own flames and then come and put
hers out.


To be continued....