Date: Thu, 09 Jun 2005 17:23:52 +0000
From: April ANON <seasiren6877@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forbidden Needs Part 7

Jean Stone knocked on the door of Donna Hartley's large secluded house
and gave her daughter a reassuring smile. Amanda had been a bundle of
nerves all day now she knew what was expected of her, or at least had the
gist of it. Her Mother had taken her up to her bedroom for a talk. Her
Dad was there too; she sat between them on the double bed and listened as
they gently explained how things were going to be. She was to live with
Brittany's mother for the next six weeks. During that time she was to be
a very good girl, do everything she was told, no matter what that meant,
and try extremely hard to make the special lady happy. Her parents
explained to her in a quiet matter of fact way that she would be her sex
slave, and that she was to adore her utterly. When Amanda asked 'what's a
sex slave' she was told she would soon find out because Mrs Hartley would
show her. Mrs Hartley's would teach her to be her servant, and she would
be available for the older woman's satisfaction as many times and for as
long as she wished. The initial period of training would be intense, but
after that she would be fully trained and would come back home. After
that she would return to her 'Mistress's house perhaps two or three
nights a week to offer her services. The effect of her parent's words
left her speechless for a moment, which was quite something for the
usually chatty girl. She blushed like the pretty rose she was, and it
wasn't until her mother gently took them away and made her promise to
behave exactly as Mrs Hartley saw fit that she gave bashful smile
followed by a quiet promise that she would be a very good girl... a very
good girl indeed!

The Stay
There was a sound of a key turning in the brass lock and the clunk of a
handle, then the door swung open to reveal the smiling features of Donna
Hartley.
"Hello dears," she beamed, her face alight with pleasure as she welcomed
them both in. Amanda looked up as the door closed behind them, her face
flitting between bashfulness and captivation, not an unusual occurrence
for her when confronted by the sight of Donna. The stunning grown-up was
wearing a turquoise halter-top and a pair of tight hipsters of the same
colour. Jean took in the provocative sight too, and noted with envy how
her sylphlike figure rippled with barely contained energy beneath her
simple clothes. It made her almost catlike in appearance. She looked at
her face, an attractively shaped face that was long rather than oval, it
housed a pair of intelligent hazel eyes and features that were clear-cut
and handsome rather than pretty. There were lines there too, yet they
spoke of an abundance of appetite and sensuality, she looked like a woman
who knew what she wanted and was capable of getting it.
"So nice to see you both." She breezed
"Thank you Mrs. Hartley."
Jean Stone gave an apologetic smile, one that asked for understanding for
using such a formal address. It was answered immediately by a sympathetic
nod. Donna appreciated her sentiments, a wish to display respect rather
than familiarity; it wouldn't do for Amanda to expect instant
overfriendliness with Donna. If there was to be a fondness between them,
it should be entirely of the older woman's choosing. Amanda was there to
offer her services, and that in itself could be taken without any form of
gratitude or warmth if her new Mistress so chose, although the opposite
was true as well, the giving and receiving could be born in an atmosphere
of warmth and affection. The decision was entirely of her whim.
"Brrr... It's chilly outside isn't it?" she said, hugging her chest,
miming the weather outside for Amanda's benefit. "Can I take your coats?
Come in, I have a lovely warm fire in the living room."
"No thank you, I won't be staying," Jean said, patting her neatly coiffed
hair. "I have to get back pretty sharpish. I have an appointment at the
hairdressers, so I'll just say a quick thank you for having her and be on
my way."
"Ok Jean," replied Donna, bending down to bring her face level with the
girl's. "Don't worry. It's my pleasure entirely. Amanda and I are going
to get along famously aren't we?"
Her eyes met Jean's for a moment as a message of understanding passed
between them. Jean mouthed a silent thank you to Donna, and then she bent
down next to her daughter.
"Remember Amanda," she said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Do
everything Mrs Stone says, OK?"
Amanda looked from one grown up to the other. Her anxious Mother, the
smaller of the two women, being rather a dainty person and quite pretty
really, while the other was vibrant and beaming. Yet Amanda sensed
eagerness, perhaps even a sense of anxiety behind the warm smile. Maybe
Donna sensed the girl's thoughts. She stopped in the act of running her
fingers through the locks of her hair and gave a moody toss of her head
to send her silky mane streaming over her shoulders.
"I'll go now," said Jean getting up and walking to the door... "Goodbye
Amanda"
"Bye Mum!" Amanda said, speaking for the first time. "I'll be good."

"See you Jean. Don't worry, it'll all be fine," Donna winked as she stood
up and took the girl by the hand.
The door closed, leaving the woman and the girl alone for the first time
since that memorable afternoon when they shared a forbidden kiss.
"Come into the lounge Amanda, I'd like us to have a little talk. Sit
right here next to me." She said patting the sofa cushion. "I want to
have a good look at my Amanda."
Amanda flashed a quick smile and then jumped up onto the thick green
cushion and sat looking up at Donna with a wide grin and a saucy giggle.
Donna rolled back her eyes; she was obviously over the moon with her new
toy. Her delighted gaze took in a charming site. A striking young beauty,
she was showing signs that someday she would be a tall graceful
creature.  Clues of her future elegance were evident in her lengthening
limbs and slender waist. Her face was almost almond like in shape and
looked as though someone had designed it with a taste for delicate lines.
Her nose, small and upturned, would scrunch up amusingly when she laughed
giving her the appearance of a mischievous elf. Yet there was another
side to all of this, her eyes when not glinting in delight or hi-jinks
could be sad and soulful, large and brown if upset, they would look at
the cause of their hurt in silent disapproval. It was a tactic she used
when displeased or seeking to get her own way. Donna reached over and ran
her hands through her hair, lifting it up and letting it fall through her
fingers like silky sand. She watched with wonder as the long blonde
strands splashed onto her shoulders. She had imagined she might be
maternal with Amanda, much in the same way as she was with her own
daughter but now she knew that wasn't going to be so. When Donna examined
her feelings towards Amanda she found them to be purely sexual, she
realized there would never be room for anything else with this beautiful
creature, the feelings of lust she found within herself were far too
powerful, even with her own darling Brittany. The frustration she'd felt
a few weeks ago when Brittany had come home early and ruined her
seduction of the girl was still painful to her; she'd been so upset she
was almost physically sick.  Everything would be put right though, for
Lady Luck had shone and now it was just the two of them.
"I'll take your bags to your room shortly and put your clothes away and
then we can talk." She said with a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze
of her hand.
"Ok?"
 Amanda nodded but was still too awestruck in Donna's presence to speak.
"Your Parents have told you that you're going to be staying here for the
next six weeks, haven't they?" She paused as though eliciting an answer
from her knowing full well that the girl was to dumbstruck to speak.
Donna stared into Amanda's eyes and nodded her head encouragingly, using
her body language as a spur for the girl to answer her. It worked, not
only did she copy Donna's nod but she whispered a quiet
"Yes."
Donna was pleased, her training had already begun and she gave Amanda a
generous smile in return.
"Good. Now, you are to obey me and do everything I ask of you. I shall
expect you to be with me in the house all of the time. You are not to go
out with your friends; the only time you shall leave here is with me. I
am going to be your teacher for the next six weeks. You shall be given
lessons in service and obedience, not only for these school holidays but
until your parents and I think you are old enough to have no further need
of them."
She smiled to herself as she heard her own Mother's voice. She'd been an
infant school teacher all her working life and that's the way she had
spoke to her as a child. Her Father was a lecturer so it was thought that
Donna would follow in the family tradition and go to teacher training
college. But she had a mind of her own; she wasn't the type of person who
followed others. Donna had always been and always would be too much of an
individual to do otherwise. She'd been a tomboy, as a young girl and much
preferred playing with boys rather than girls, and had a hard competitive
edge that made other girls wary of her.
She finished university with a degree in media studies and took an
apprenticeship in a film company, more of a gofer really, but she learnt
the trade quickly and was given the position of researcher for a talk
show host. There she'd made a name for herself as efficient and
competitive. Tall for a woman and with striking looks, she'd caught the
attention of one of the senior managers. He suggested that she audition
for a sports commentator's position which had suddenly become vacant. The
audition was a success and she'd got the job. The male viewers liked her;
she was the kind of women most men could only fantasise about. Her
physical appearance was exciting; sensual looks with an athletic physique
mirrored her personality, while her height and no nonsense persona made
some secretly wish to be dominated by her. In fact a lot of her fan mail
came from men of such nature, especially the submissive male who yearned
to see her standing over him with her high breasts pushing out against a
shiny leather costume. Sometimes she read the letters, usually at home
during the evening with a bottle of scotch or vodka for company. She
found them amusing, but could never respect such a man, although the
things they said and the various ways they wanted to be used by her made
her laugh out loud as she sipped her whisky. They were an amusing
diversion, nothing more. Donna had always preferred real men who had
something to offer a woman. When she spied a man she liked she would
initiate the relationship, never masking her needs and never fearing
rejection. Life was for the taking, no one owed her anything, nor her
them, if she wanted something or someone she was usually successful.
Sexual boundaries didn't exist she would try anything that caught her
imagination, with tastes that ran to both men and women she could count
both sexes as willing bed partners.
Yet for all that she had the nagging feeling that something was missing.
Marriage to Françoise had been fun while it lasted; he was the most
exciting man she had ever met. A super bike rider who lived life to the
full, stunningly handsome with an intellect far superior to most of his
contemporaries, he'd been ideal for Donna until their passions took them
away from each other and on to other partners. Then there was Susan, a
firm friend with an all-consuming passion for new sexual experiences and
ideas. She was a volcano in the bedroom and she managed to match Donna's
need for wild abandoned sex. And yet . . .

Donna and Susan had deviant tastes; both women yearned for the bizarre, a
desire to use other women as slaves in both the bedroom and the bathroom.
To some degree both had been successful. Donna had found a number of
beautiful women who were willing to be used as whores. She used their
mouths for pleasure in the bedroom and then as toilets later. Susan had
practically the same amount of experience as Donna having indulged her
penchant for watching other women drink from her. Disappointingly though,
neither of them had ever been able to move their perversions up that
final notch and entice their partners into 'brown games'.
Then the bomb had dropped, something cataclysmic in Donna's life.  She
discovered that Brittany her own daughter was stealing her soiled panties
and photos of her wearing a skimpy bikini and taking them to bed with her
at night. The girl was nursing feelings that were quite contrary to the
usual one's a daughter had for her mother. For Donna it was the missing
ingredient. Brittany's yearning for a physical relationship with her
Mother was reciprocated. The very notion of them as lovers was appalling,
not only was the age difference huge, it would be incest, forbidden
lesbian incest. The thought struck her like a blinding flash and suddenly
everything fell into place. Her throat felt dry and tight and there was
moistness in her groin, it had been there all the time hidden within her
make up, lying there unfulfilled, and the reason why sex had always
fallen short of her expectations.
 She was a girl lover.
Her need for depravity was satisfied with Brittany. Not only had they
embarked on a sexual relationship together. Brittany had acceded to her
Mother's ultimate perversion and had become her brown girl. It had taken
all of Donna's wiles and powers of seduction to entice her young daughter
into such a warped activity but it had paid off in the end. Brittany
became her brown girl and a regular diet of her Mother's special food was
very much on the menu.
 It hadn't taken long for Susan to become the third part of the
relationship; she was more than eager to join in the taboo fun with the
mother and her daughter. Ever since then life had been amazing, her young
lover had catered for all of her needs and wants.
Now there was Amanda. To Donna she represented the culmination of
everything sexual that life had to offer, it was enough to make a girl go
weak at the knees, even an older one like her. But of course that
wouldn't do, there had to be no signs of weakness or lack of authority
when treating with Amanda. She was young and needed to be shown that
obedience brought it's own reward. This she decided, had to be the first
lesson, for it was to be the keystone of their experience together,
without it there could never be anything between them and the next few
weeks would call for her utter and complete compliance. All this may have
seemed pretty one sided, too strict even, but it wasn't going to be like
that. A little kindness went a long way when dealing with such an
impressionable creature; Donna would show Amanda her gentle side too as
well as expecting submission. It would be a balancing act; she would be
firm and kind in equal measures, for Donna knew she couldn't win her
trust if it weren't given freely.
She proceeded to give Amanda a guided tour of the house. Of special
interest to her was a playroom stuffed with games and fancy dresses. Many
of them were Brittany's; the same one's she'd coveted when playing with
her, but some of them were brand new and bought by Donna especially for
Amanda. Her eyes fastened on all of them with wide-eyed wonder. Donna
smiled at the expression on her face, she was mentally playing with them
already not to mention tussling with the remote controlled fighting
robots and other eye catching delights.
"This is a room for good girls." Announced Donna with an emphasis on the
word "good".
Amanda remained there staring at the contents of the room. For long
seconds her mouth gaped open as her eyes examined each occupant of the
bustling shelves until they finally shot upwards to meet Donna's.
"I'll be very good." She announced determinedly. "How can I get to play
with them?"
Donna tried to remain impassive as she looked into the eyes of the
bewitching young creature, but an array of obscene images began flashing
through her mind causing a stray nerve to twitch in the corner of her
mouth acting as a sign post to her fading composure. With an effort she
swallowed and cleared her throat to stop her voice sounding too hoarse.

"I need to teach you how to be a good girl Amanda. It's quite simple
really; you have to please me. If I'm pleased with your behaviour then
you can come and play in the toy room."
Amanda nodded her head slowly as she took in the woman's words, she so
wanted to be left alone in the room with all of the wonderful things but
daren't say so.
"We'll begin your lessons after supper. How would you like that?" She
asked with a bright smile.
"Oh yes D-D...Aunt Donna." She stammered not knowing how to address the
pretty lady.
Donna mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner. What were
the poor kid going to call her? How could she be expected to know without
being told? Of course the answer was obvious wasn't it? What else could
her little slave call her...Mistress?
"Call me Miss from now on dear."
Amanda lips moved slightly and then stilled. Then she tried again with
large eyes and raised brows.
"Miss."
"Good girl."
Initiation
That evening Donna went upstairs and changed into a daring black top and
a thin slinky skirt. Then as usual before sex, she paid extra attention
to her make up. Long black eye lashes, shiny red lips just meant for
kissing, a little blusher here and there, and she looked almost cruelly
beautiful. Her eyes stared boldly back at her from the mirror as she ran
a brush through her hair and listened to the cracks of static as it
travelled down the long silky tresses. More than enough to stun the
senses, now to delight the girl with her scent as she strategically
applied a few drops of her favourite perfume to her body. Then looking
and smelling gorgeous, she pirouetted before the mirror, running her
hands over her hips in a triumphant caress as she paid homage to her own
beauty.
Donna opened the lounge door and looked at Amanda, earlier she had made
her change into a tight clinging pink top and a daringly short skirt.
Donna smiled to herself when Amanda turned round and saw her framed in
the doorway, and then she picked up the remote and switched off the TV.
She experienced a feeling of déjà vu as her mind wound back to the first
time she dressed as a Mistress for Brittany and saw the effect it had on
her. The girl before her wore the same astonished expression.
"It's time for your lessons to begin Amanda." She smiled, seating herself
next to the little girl on the sofa. "Do you like how I look? Am I
pretty? Do I smell nice? I've done it all for you dearest. I want you to
like me, there are so many things I want us to do together."
Amanda managed to find her mouth despite the woman looking as though she
wanted to eat her. Vorocious, voracious, Amanda didn't know the meaning
of either word but they both applied to the woman sitting next to her as
she took her hand in hers and placed it on her thigh near the hem of her
skirt.
"You look lovely Miss." She said endearingly. "Better. . . even . . . .
than . . ." She went on to name her favourite female pop singer which was
indeed a compliment!
"Ohh I'm flattered Amanda. Thank you." She smiled.
Amanda's eyes were large as they danced around in her head taking in the
sight of the woman her parents had told her to obey. She didn't think it
would be very hard, she was so amazing, almost like a beautiful
Fairy-God-Mother. She smelt grown up too, scented and inviting, it made
her want to bury her face in her fragrance and breath it all in.
"Tonight I'm going to teach you how to kiss like a grown up. I've shown
you one kind of kiss already. Do you remember?"
How could she forget that wonderful all to fleeting moment they had spent
kissing like two real lovers only to have it snatched away by the early
arrival of Brittany. Oh..... She so wanted to be with this woman, she
could hardly wait for more kisses. Maybe that's what her parents meant
about giving her. . . .Oh dear! What was it they had said she had to do?
Yes! That was it; she was to give her satisfaction. Maybe that had
something to do with kissing. She hoped so!
"Yes Miss. It was lovely. Mummy and Daddy said I have to be your sex
slave. Is that true?"
Donna's eyes widened, surprised at how much she knew already, it was
clear Jean and David had briefed her. She wondered how well.
"And what did they tell you a sex slave should do?" She said deciding to
answer the child's question with one of her own.
Bamboozled for a moment, Amanda's eyes looked up questioningly while her
front teeth clamped down over her bottom lip making her look like a
puzzled squirrel.
"Ummm"
"Don't you know Amanda?" She said in the kind of voice a patient teacher
might use to a baffled pupil.
"No Miss. Sorry my Mum and Dad never told me any more." She said a little
sadly.
Donna sighed with relief, she was glad they hadn't tried to elaborate any
further it would have spoilt things to some extent because she wanted
Amanda to be truly pure. For Donna there could never be anything to
surpass the innocence of a child who was willing to trust.
She bent towards the girl, cupping her face with her hands like a priest
about to murmur a benediction and then with the softest of sighs she
placed her lips to hers. Gently she prized them open and inserted her
tongue into the small mouth as she sent it to explore the sweet cavity
within. Amanda closed her eyes and hummed with delight into the woman's
warm seeking mouth, feeling and tasting the warm soft flesh with her
tongue as Donna opened her mouth wider to eat her face. It was like a
dream, a dream full of Donna, she felt her self melding into her, tasting
her essence and feeling her soft flesh beneath her hand as it was guided
over her thighs. In turn She felt Donna's hands running over her chest,
as the kiss became more passionate. Time slowed to a trickle, she heard
the slow ticking of Donna's mantle clock from it's home above the glowing
log fire, while above that she heard the woman's laboured breathing.
Until . . . . .
"Did you like that darling?"
She opened her eyes with a start as she heard the breathy hiss of Donna's
voice. She realized the kiss had ended and felt dreamy in its afterglow
"Umm" she nodded with hooded eyes, yes she had loved it.
Donna removed her top to reveal her partially exposed breasts, and then
she took Amanda's hand and placed it on the spot where they begin to
swell.
"Feel the beginning of my breasts," She instructed. "Start here at the
top and then run your hands down to the top of my brassiere."
Amanda blushed a little but did as she was told. Tentatively reaching
forward she ran both her hands over them, feeling the soft bulges of
flesh as they rose up towards her bra. The sight and the feel bewitched
her as she felt the gentle swell leading down to the tops of her nipples.
As she stroked up and down with her hands, she noticed small goose
pimples rising up out of the skin and a slow stirring beneath the
material of her cups as the nipples began to respond.
"That's nice Amanda, that's nice. Now I want you to take your hands away
and replace them with your lips. Give me lots of small kisses where your
hands have been."
Amanda was eager to please and lost no time at all in bestowing a flurry
of tiny kisses over the scented flesh. Her lips brushed against her
breasts as they travelled upwards towards their summits. Her brows
knotted when her bra blocked her progress, Donna noticed her
disappointment and was pleased with her eagerness. She placed her hands
on Amanda's cheeks and with a gentle push guided her lips into the valley
between. Then ever so slowly she began to rub Amanda's face up and down
the divide while guiding her head and murmuring encouragement.
"Good girl, good girl, that's it, just like that. Just like you're doing.
Stick out your tongue and lick...Umm yes like that darling, just like
that."
She removed her hands from the girl's face as Amanda's movements became
more certain and she ceased to need guidance. Talking and encouraging all
the time she reached behind her back and undid the catch of her bra and
then cast it aside. Amanda pulled back and let out a startled gasp as the
twin orbs were bared to her face. Donna smiled and her chin jutted out
with pride as she lifted them up to her gaze.
"Do you like them Amanda darling?"
Her voice cut through the air like static in the still room as she took
the girl's hand and placed it on one.
"See how it feels in your hand. Go on . . . give it a good feel; don't be
afraid to give it a squeeze dear.  Hmm yes that's it, now your other
hand. Yes like that . . . and a squeeze Ohhhh Amanda I'm going to make
you kiss it next. You're going to put it in your mouth and suck it like a
lollipop. Such a pretty little mouth you have Amanda. . . . Oh the fun
I'm going to have with that pretty little mouth of yours."
Donna was getting far too excited, her own words were turning her on,
acting as a catalyst for her actions as she reached out and guided the
girls face to her breasts.
"Open your mouth and take in the nipple. Fill your mouth with me.  Oh yes
suck on it. Nurse on me like a baby girl. Suck my nipple. Feel how big
it's getting. Nice and big and it's all yours, all for you, you beautiful
little thing."
Amanda had no choice but to obey, she didn't have time to think as she
opened her mouth, found it filled with a breast and then did what came
naturally. She sucked on the nipple and felt it move beneath her tongue
as the aureole grew in size and the hard spike thrust upwards to graze
the roof of her mouth. Her Head bobbed up and down and her cheeks were
bloated with Donna's flesh as she nursed. Donna tossed her head back to
send her hair flying back in waves before tumbling back down onto her
shoulders. Her whole body shivered deliciously as she thrust her bosoms
into the girl's face, first one and then the other found it's way between
her small lips, cupped by her hand and guided into her gasping mouth.
"Oh honey!" Donna let out a loud groan as her hand began messing it's way
through Amanda's hair, pulling and clutching in near desperation.
She pulled her breast out of Amanda's mouth and sighed deeply as she let
out her breath. She looked down at her shiny breasts and pointed nipples
and then over to Amanda. The girl had a dreamy look on her face as though
she was still savouring the taste, and Donna gave her a dry grin.
"Look at that." She said pointing to her stiff nipples. She made a play
of flicking them with her fingers and watching them spring back up like
toy soldiers.
"You made them like that." She looked into Amanda's eyes, her own eyes
twinkling as she giggled. The girl's face lit up with delight and she
couldn't help but laugh back.
"Umm...." She sighed to Amanda. "You did very well though. What a lovely
beginning, I'm sure this is going to be wonderful for both of us. When
you rub or squeeze them, or take them in your mouth and suck them just as
you did, they become firm and hard and they grow big like this. That's
because you've made them feel nice. Do you see? That's what it's all
about, making the person you're making love to feel marvellous and happy.
You made me feel happy Amanda, that's a very good start and very soon
I'll be showing you other ways of making me feel even more happy."
Amanda plucked at her smock distractedly and then stuck her thumb in her
mouth and hummed a tune; it seemed to her the best thing to do, as she
didn't know what to say next
"Cat got your tongue?"
She nodded.
Donna gave a lazy smile and cocked her brow.
"In that case dear.... I'm changing my name to cat."

To Bed
She decided it was time to move things along as some of her thoughts were
getting pretty wild and it was time to introduce Amanda to her own warped
kind of loving. She stood up and lifted her off the sofa and then carried
her in her arms to the bedroom. Early evening sunlight filled the room
making it light and airy for the two lovers. The white bedclothes were
pulled back in invitation as Donna gently placed the girl on the mattress
and pushed her back onto the pillow. Then still naked from the waist
upward she climbed onto the bed herself with proud swaying breasts and
knee walked up Amanda's smaller body until her panty clad crotch rested
above her chest.

"Now Amanda pay attention." Her voice was gentle but tinged with an edge
of authority. "I'm going to move up the bed until I'm sitting on top of
you. I don't want you to panic when I place my skirt over your head and
everything goes dark. I want to see how you cope with having my vagina on
your face. It's covered with my panties now but it'll give you a feeling
of how it's going to be when I take them off and ask for your mouth.
We'll do it this way first, then I'll get naked and we'll do it properly.
This is like a dry run".
We'll perhaps not completely dry she thought.
Amada's blue eyes glistened with emotion but she managed a gulp and then
a small nod.
Donna moved up and smiled down at her before lowering herself onto her
mouth and covering her head with her skirt. The movement brought a creak
from the old rusty springs of the antique bed which she had bought some
months ago in an auction. She liked the bed with its wrought iron bed
head and it's curling design of black iron lilies, but she liked the
sounds it made most of all. It's creaking groaning bedsprings provided a
frantic accompaniment to her heated fucking and that's just what she
intended to do now; fuck the little darling right in the mouth. She would
probably hold off from anything really frantic at first, that would come
later when she shed her panties and gave her a proper riding. She gave a
satisfied sigh as she settled her weight onto the girl's lips and wedged
her in place between her thighs. She used her voice to guide Amanda,
encouraging her to lick, kiss and rub her lips and face against her
covered pussy, all of these actions she insisted would bring pleasure to
her Mistress and that was her greatest aim in life. She began rocking
herself up and down on top of her, feeling her pussy rubbing against
Amanda's soft lips as she bumped against them. She reached up to squeeze
her breasts with an expression of smug triumph on her face. Then she
clenched then tightly in her hands and pinched her nipples until they
grew hard and angry. There were times when she felt so unfeminine, almost
like a man in the way she forced herself on her young lovers and exalted
in her power. It felt quirky doing it this way through her panties and
somehow lewder than without them. She supposed it was like getting the
real thing in all but name, the lacy material was so sheer it was
practically see through. Wet too, probably wet enough to ring out. The
last thought thrilled her. Her eyes flashed and she hunkered her crotch
harder against the girl to grind more of her wetness into her face. The
sensation of Amanda's lips against her cunt and the way they felt when
she squashed them beneath her suddenly had her reeling towards the brink.
With a start she raised herself up and fell back gasping onto the sheets
as she felt her orgasm building. She clenched her fists and screwed her
face up towards the ceiling as she strained against it with a silent
scream. A quiet groan of relief sobbed across the room as it receded and
the turmoil in her body subsided.
"Are you alright Miss? Gasped Amanda
 "Yes." She answered in a tight whisper before coughing to clear her
throat.
Her body's reaction to Amanda surprised her, it usually took longer for
her to get to that stage and it was a measure of how much she wanted the
girl.
"Wow..... I was going like a rocket Amanda." She exclaimed quietly. "It's
a long time since I've reached the line as quickly as that. I think we
ought to get our clothes off before we continue any further."
She smiled and gave the girl a brief kiss before sitting her up and
undressing her. Then she turned her attention to her own semi-clad body
and peeled off what remained of her garments until she stood before her
naked with heaving breasts and a dewy bush of dark cunt hair.
Amanda never resisted any of this, lifting up her arms as her dress was
pulled off and thrusting up her bum as her panties were drawn down; she
only blinked and stared when Donna bared her lithe charms to her. She
smiled to herself when she saw the girl's reaction, then she sat down on
the bed, took her in her arms and kissed her. It was a long slow kiss
that had Amanda on her back again with Donna working away on top as she
pushed and writhed against her like a hungry eel. Then she pulled her
lips away with a satisfied purr and replaced her tongue with a nipple
that she slid between her lips. She nursed her like that for a while,
Amanda sitting her up in her lap as she took succour from her like a
hungry baby while Donna cooed and fussed up her hair like an indulgent
mother. She remembered Susan once telling her that a woman could produce
milk without being pregnant if she took a substance called thioridazine.
She had laughed it off then but now she began to take the thought
seriously, it was worth looking into at least. From one bosom to another
she nursed her, filling her up with soft flesh before pulling the breast
back out for the other to take its turn. Amanda smiled with contentment
and made a series of gentle mewling noises as she suckled. After five
minutes or so Donna grew tired and pulled back for a rest. Amanda gave a
cry of disappointment which was only silenced when Donna relented and
thrust her bulging cleavage back into her face. There was a muffled mpphh
from Amanda who suddenly found her cheeks bulging once more with a wet
swollen orb.
So this is what she wants from me thought Amanda. I don't mind doing this
at all, it's fun, dead nice really. I like this feeling... the woman's
boobies pushing into my mouth and the way they make me feel all tingly
down to my toes.
Donna kissed her gently on the forehead before withdrawing her breast one
final time. She looked into her sweet face and smiled. A myriad of crow's
feet spread from her eyes and wrinkled her skin and Amanda thought she
looked beautiful despite her maturity. She loved the strength in her
eyes, the splendid high cheeks bones and the way her skin shone in the
light. She had never seen a naked woman before.  It had come as a shock
to see the tall athletic looking Donna; she looked so powerful in all of
her naked glory. Long in the neck and slim shouldered, her eyes travelled
down to her high billowy breasts and loved the way they pouted upwards
with their nipples standing out like tall pinnacles. Her gaze moved on,
down over her toned stomach until it rested on the dark bushy hair
sprouting out of her thighs. Pink fleshy lips protruded out of the hairs
like swollen sentries guarding a priceless treasure. Just what they
guarded she was about to find out, Donna's next instructions made that
clear.
"Lay back on the bed now darling. Place your head on the pillow so that
it's raised up. Make yourself ready for me Amanda. I want you now."
Soon Amanda lay on her back staring upwards at the ceiling. The mattress
shifted and creaked as Donna crawled up and straddled her face and then
poised her cunt over her. Then she reached down and splayed herself open.
"Take a look dear. Look at my cunt, look at its pink wetness. Can't you
see how it's dripping for you, drenched and hungry for your pretty little
mouth?"
Deftly she pulled back the hood of her clit then bared it to her gaze and
flicked it with her finger.
"Stick out your tongue and waggle it from side to side and don't stop
until I tell you to." She ordered.
Amanda shot out her tongue and waggled it like a small whisk. Donna gave
a grunt of approval and then lowered her dewy lips downwards until her
clitoris made contact. The sensation was electric; she jumped back and
gave a shrill squeal of delight. Tentatively, she lowered herself back
down onto the seeking tongue and gasped as it made contact with her
delicate organ once again. This time she remained still and let the
tingling sensation wash over her cunny.
'Incredible' she sighed.
A drop of fluid dropped from the wrinkled labia and landed on Amanda's
cheek, followed by another and then more until she was leaking sticky
syrup all over the child's face.
"Now I'm going to shift a little and you'll feel my sodden cunt squishing
your lips. Just lick and suck as I start to give you a mouth ride. The
way I'm feeling now it won't be very long before you're drinking my love
juice. When it comes don't spill a drop, you must swallow everything and
then I'll be very happy. Do you understand me Amanda?" She said raising
her brows slightly.
Donna waited for her to nod her head and then hunkered down. She began
rolling her hips as she balanced herself on the headboard, gripping it
with her hands as she rocked to and thro. Her thrusts became faster and
she settled down into a steady rhythm and the bed began to shake and
squeal with her efforts. She looked down at the small face doing it's
work between her legs and let out a low wail of lust. A steady stream of
juice wept from her cunt, hungry and demanding for the girl's frantic
efforts, it bubbled its richness into her bobbing throat as she
swallowed. Donna's fucking became ever more frantic over the next ten
minutes. The thrashing of her cunt against Amanda's mouth mixed with her
cries and moans filled the room like a chorus of crashing waves. Her
climax hit hard and she lost control of her flailing body.
"Oh God!!! Amanda!" She shrieked as her hips pistoned back and forth over
her small face. "Oh Fuck!!! Fuck!!!" Yes! I'm...I'm Oh fuck I'm
spunking.... Drink it!!! Drink it!!!! Aghhhhhh!!!!"
The scream ripped from her lungs as a torrent of spray shot out of her
cunt into the girl's open mouth. Amanda managed a strangled cry before
the flowing juices from the woman's climax drowned it out and she
swallowed to keep it out of her lungs. Donna howled as her muscles
spasmed and sent her body raking over the girl.  All Amanda could do was
lay still and wait for the sobbing woman to subside back to normality.
For a moment it seemed as though she had stopped, Amanda was about to ask
if she could go free when Donna suddenly let out a forlorn wail as though
she had lost everything in the entire world, and her body jerked off the
bed sending the headboard slamming into the wall. Then she fell face down
onto the mattress.
Blissful latitude settled over her like a warm comforting blanket. She
heard the deep exhausted sleep of the girl in her arms and smiled gently
as a glimmer of moonlight filtered through the curtains to settle on her
peaceful face. It had been so beautiful with Amanda. Such a fierce orgasm
and then such marvellous peace, it was enough for their first time
together. Tomorrow was another day with more wonderful presents coming
her way; in fact there was another six weeks of it.
'Six weeks of this.'
It was her last conscious thought before she closed her eyes and joined
her sleeping angel.