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Subject: {ASSM} Yvonne
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Yvonne

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I think enough time has passed since it happened, so I'll begin to
write my story. This isn't the first time I've tried to begin; I've
made the attempt many times before, twice as a child and countless
times as an adult. Every detail is fresh in my mind, everything she
said and everything that happened during the time I was hers. Each
time I've tried to set the record straight I've failed. I became too
emotional and couldn't continue, it was just impossible for me. Now I
think I'm mature enough to put it all down, and I'm going to do it
while it still remains so clear.

I was a good-looking child. Fresh in complexion and fair looking, my
Mother promised me I'd grow up to become a beautiful woman and she
hasn't lied. I was happy in my life, I had a decent home, and friends,
and I enjoyed school. I was fortunate to have a friend called Laura,
who happened to come from what my Mother would call a posh family. She
was very nice, and we played together most of the time. We'd go to the
swimming baths most Saturday afternoons and spend about two hours
practising back strokes, butterflies and the crawl, all of which we'd
been taught at school during the week. We called it the local baths,
although it wasn't local at all really being on the other side of
town. Laura's parents and mine took it in turns to drive us there and
back because they thought it was too far for us to walk. The day all
this began, we were dropped off as usual, this time by Laura's Mom who
told us before she closed the car door that  'Grandma` would be
picking us up for a change, as had to stay at home while she waited
for a new sofa to be delivered. I never really thought too much about
it, to be honest I was far too interested in getting changed into my
floral swimsuit and jumping into the warm water. We must have spent
over an hour doing lengths of the pool when Laura suggested we aught
to go and practice our diving. I was all for it, the high board was my
very favourite place in the baths, and I'd been practicing to get a
clean dive for some weeks. We made numerous attempts to hit the water
cleanly, but neither of us could get it just right, it was very
frustrating.  On my last attempt I must have stood on the edge of the
board for a good minute or so while I prepared myself to spring off,
when I heard Laura call out.

"Hi Gran."  I turned round to see her gesturing at a woman who was
sitting on the balcony waving back. As I looked at her, I realised
that although she was signalling to her Granddaughter, she was really
looking at me. I returned her stare and she smiled back at me briefly
before turning her gaze back to Laura and pointing at her watch.

"Tina" called Laura. "It's time for us to go, Gran wants us to get
ready." I gave a brief thumbs up sign and readied myself for my final
dive, but not before I cast another glance at her Grandmother. She was
watching me very closely I thought. I could sense she was taking in
every detail of me, as I stood with glistening skin in my clinging
swimsuit. She looked striking, not at all how I'd imagined a
Grandmother should look. Even though she was quite a distance away on
the balcony, I could see she didn't look old. Then I jumped. It was
perfect, the best I had ever done and I was elated. As I came up from
the bottom of the pool and broke the surface I heard Laura's excited
cries of congratulation, and my heart swelled. For some reason I cast
my eyes back up to the balcony and I saw her clapping as well. I was
suddenly unaccountably happy at her show of approval. It was the first
time I'd pleased her, how could I have known I'd just started a trend
that would last for another three years.

We got ourselves changed, put our wet costumes and towels in our
shoulder bags and ambled out of the changing room into the corridor.

"Hi ducklings." The woman greeted us with a big smile. "Did you enjoy
yourself?"

"Oh yes, brilliant Grandma. She did a dive to be proud of."

The woman patted my head. "Yes I saw. You move very well."

I blushed with pride at the tall woman's praise. She had patrician
features with neatly coiffed strawberry blonde hair, and stylish
clothes. A beautifully cut, grey trouser suit, with a bright pink
scarf draped over the lapels, gave her a dapper appearance.  I thought
her face had character, probably attractive rather than pretty, and
with one or two lines around the corners of her mouth. In spite of
that the impression gained was of a woman completely in control of
herself, with an air of authority seeping out of every pore in her
body. So much so, that when I asked my parents about her later that
day, and they told me she was a judge I wasn't as surprised as I might
have been.  Although when they explained what that meant, and that she
actually sent people to prison when they'd been bad, I was awe struck.

"She's very wealthy as well." Said Mom. "That's why Laura's Mom is so
well off. I reckon her Mom gave her more than we've ever earned
between us in an entire lifetime, just for a wedding present."

 At that point Dad said something like "Shhh" and made a downward
motion with his hand. She was called Yvonne Beamount-Smyth, Mom went
on with a haughty look at Dad, and lived in a large house out of town
with her husband who worked on the stock exchange.

"They don't move in our circles very much." She sniffed. "They go to
all the posh parties and she wears all the latest fashions."

 I think Mom was a little jealous because both her and Dad had to work
very hard for a fraction of the money Laura's family had.

"How old is she?" I asked.

"Oh she's fifty. Just fifty, she had a really big celebration a couple
of weeks ago. She's pretty good looking for her age though." Dad said
with a cheeky smile.

Mom raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh you think so do you? Well it's
surprising what you can do if you have the means. She always has that
suntan, and you can't tell me that it's natural. I bet she spends most
of her time at some swanky health club being pampered to right left
and centre." She humphed. Dad shook his head and lifted up the
newspaper. I giggled.


Getting back to that first meeting. You could say I was impressed,
even more so when she led us to her open topped sports car, and
ushered us both in to it. The seats were beautiful soft red leather,
and I thought they smelt really special as I relaxed on the back seat
while Laura jumped in the front next to her Gran.

"Hold on kids!" she said as she tied up her scarf, and put her foot
down on the pedal. Wow, could she ever drive! We moved away from the
busy pavement, and sped off through the traffic, zig zagging and
swooping into gaps left by those not quick enough to close up on time,
so that me and Laura whooped and squealed like two spaced out chip
monks. Laura's Gran was laughing too, caught up in our high spirits,
her cries of glee mingled with ours. She always did like showing off.
I'm not complaining though, I think its part of the paradox that she
had to be so formal and correct as a judge, and yet at the same time
such a care free spirit when the occasion allowed. The journey usually
took about twenty minutes when our parents drove us back, but it only
took us about half that. It finished when the car screeched to a halt
and Laura jumped out onto the driveway in front of her home.

She turned to me and smiled at me. "Bye see you at school."

"Yes see you then Laura." I replied.

Laura's Gran patted the leather seat where her Granddaughter had been
sitting and told me to hop in next to her.

"Jump in then."

 I did as she told me, and we set off again for the remaining leg of
my journey home. I remember she asked me about my swimming and if was
going in for my school certificate. I told her I was, and she asked me
what else I liked besides swimming. I liked going to the pictures and
mentioned a film that was on at the time, which I'd like to see. She
looked at me for a moment and I wandered what she was thinking. Then
she looked away again and concentrated on the traffic.

"I don't know your name." She said after a while. "I've just realised
Laura never mentioned it, and you haven't told me.

"Oh, sorry, I'm called Tina." I said a little shyly.

"Umm. Such a pretty name." She smiled. "You must call me Yvonne from
now on."

I shuffled in my seat at the compliment.

"How old are you Tina?" She asked conversationally. 

"Fourteen" I replied. "The same as Laura." 

She didn't speak for some time, not until we were nearly home, then
she turned to me when we were nearly there.

"I was thinking about that film. I'd like to see it too, but I haven't
got anyone to go with. Would you like to see it with me?"

You could have knocked me down, but without taking time to think, I
nodded.

"Yes please."

"Good. When does it start?"

"Seven o clock." I replied.

"Okay."  She smiled "I'll see you outside at ten to seven." 

I felt giddy, very strange feelings swept over me and I suddenly
wanted to run and hide in my bedroom.

True to her word she was there on time waiting for me. I'd been almost
sick with nerves, and even though she'd only offered to go and watch
the picture with me, I felt as though a hand was gripping my stomach.
She looked lovely, and had probably spent a long time at the dressing
table making her self look so beautiful. Her clothes were causal but
smart; she wore a patterned blouse and a purple knee length skirt with
dark coloured stockings below. I was abashed when I considered how
she'd gone to all this trouble for me. I shouldn't have been, because
looking at photos of myself taken around that time, I can honestly say
I looked as pretty as a picture. Shouldn't anyone have wanted to look
nice if they were with me? She smiled in greeting and told me how
relieved she was that I'd come after all, and it probably wouldn't
have done my street cred a lot of good to be seen with such an old
fuddy. I replied from the heart and told her I thought she looked very
pretty and I didn't care what anyone else thought.  'The cinema's
nearly empty', I added 'so it doesn't matter anyway.' She seemed
amused by my answer and led me inside to the ticket box. I was puzzled
when she bought two tickets for the back row, but held my tongue and
followed her inside.

"Are you comfortable enough Tina?" She asked.

I replied "Yes" I was and we settled down to watch the start of the
film. I couldn't concentrate on the picture; her perfume filled me,
while her nearness made feel kind of strange. It was a new feeling,
one I couldn't understand at the time but can recognise all to well
now. After some time I realized Yvonne had reached over the back of my
seat with her arm, and I felt it drop down onto my shoulder. I looked
around, but no one else was nearby. I felt self-conscious, even though
she wasn't really doing anything. That soon changed though, when not
more than five minutes later, I felt her shuffle closer and drop a
hand onto my knee. I froze and looked at her face, but she appeared to
be watching the film, although now I know it was the furthest thing
from her mind. The contact changed to a gentle caress just above the
knee, but this gradually moved higher, until it rested just below my
panties. Again she stopped and waited for me to push her away. When I
didn't, she moved her hand to cup my pussy and give it a gentle
squeeze. I'd heard about sex before in a vague sort of way, the boys
sometimes talked about it at school, but I never really knew all that
much about it. It took me completely by surprise; I just didn't know
how to deal with anything she was doing. It had all happened so
quickly. We were only about fifteen minutes into the film and she was
already leaning closer to kiss my ear. She ran her tongue around the
ridge, and planted slow gentle kisses all around. At the same time she
began caressing my vagina with her hand. Her eyes met mine and she
broke off.

"Does it feel nice Tina?" She whispered in my ear.

I just made an appreciative "Mmmm" noise, because I couldn't speak,
and she tilted my chin to face her.

"Good. Do you like this as well?"

With that she kissed me, her lips pressed gently against my lips, as
her tongue opened them up for her tongue to slide within. It happened
very quickly, only a matter of minutes, but I actually had a kind of
climax. I buried my face in her shoulder to stifle my sobs, and I
think I probably blacked out for a minute. I think part of it was
shock, I never dreamt she was going to do anything like this. It
wasn't over yet though, because she took hold of my hand and placed it
near the top of her stockings. Then she began wriggling as she lifted
her bum off the seat and pulled her panties down her legs. She placed
my hand up between her thighs, and I felt her bush and it's hot
opening. Then with her hand over mine, she guided it up and down the
length of her hot slit, and covered my mouth with hers. Again her
tongue clashed against mine, reaming my gums as she french kissed me.
My mouth was stretched open by hers and her excited whimpers sounded
muffled inside my cheeks. The strange noises she was making competed
with the sound projecting from the screen in front of us, as she
approached her crisis. My hand was soaking with her juices, which
flowed over my fingers as she gripped it tightly, using it as a tool
to bring herself off. Suddenly we both noticed a movement below us,
and turning round we saw a couple walking up the aisle towards us.
Yvonne broke away and pulled her panties back up with a curse.

"Shit!" She hissed.

Her face looked like thunder as the man and woman walked past us and
sat in the aisle behind, I felt frustrated because I'd been kind of
enjoying the whole thing by then, so I can imagine how Yvonne was
feeling. I remember her mumbling something along the lines of we had
unfinished business, and then her whispering.

"Do you want more of the same, somewhere private?"

I replied that I did.

"Come home with me then, my husband's out for the evening."

She stood up and walked down the aisle, and I followed her out of the
cinema into the evening light, and round the back of the building to
the car park. We sped off down the street on the way to her home. I
thought she'd driven pretty niftily the day before, but I hadn't seen
anything yet as she tore through town, cutting up the traffic like a
Christmas dinner in her hurry for further delights

I remember her looking at her watch when we were inside her house and
saying we had just enough time to do what we wanted. Oh, about the
house. Well let's just say it was big, palatious even compared to
ours, and extremely sumptuous. I think that's enough of a description
for the story, account, or even autobiography, which I suppose this
must be. She looked at me then, and smiled.

"Don't be nervous kiddo, everything going to be just hunky dory. Trust
me." She winked.

"Alright Yvonne." I answered, using her name for the first time. I
think by this time I was just going with the flow, it all seemed so
unreal, as though it was happening to another person. How does a trip
to the cinema turn into this? At the same time I was thrilled and
excited. I found the woman intoxicating; spellbound by her strong
personality I was willing to do everything she asked of me.

We ran up the stairs at a trot with me following her all the way into
the bedroom, where she closed the door firmly and took me in her arms,
kissing me passionately in the middle of the room. Her mouth was
everywhere at once, open mouthed and seeking, her tongue nearly
tickling my tonsils. Her breathing was loud and forced, and soon
changed to moaning as her hands cupped my cheeks. I felt as though she
was trying to climb inside me through my mouth, she seemed ravenous
the way her face writhed and pressed into mine. Suddenly she broke
away gasping with a bead of salvia leaving a trail between us and her
breasts heaving up and down.

"Oh God. I've never been like this before." She moaned. "I'm as hot as
a two bit whore, and feel like one as well. Take off your clothes,
then I'll get mine off." I must have hesitated because she hissed
impatiently. "Oh don't worry little one, everything's going to be
fine. Just get your clothes off and let me see you."

I jumped to it then. The urgency in her voice acted like a spur and I
began unbuttoning and throwing my clothes off, until I came to my
little pink panties, and then after only a second or so, hooked my
fingers into the waistband and shed those as well. I looked over at
her, all timid like and blushing, as I stopped before her naked, and
trembling like a leaf. Then with a look of pure lust, she placed her
hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, and let out a long, low
whistle.

"God it Christmas, I think I must have died and gone to heaven." She
drooled. "Now just you watch me get out of these kiddo, I don't intend
to hang around, I'll be quicker than Wonder woman."

She was already undressing as she spoke, busy fingers skipped
downwards as she popped open the buttons of her blouse and pulled it
off her shoulders. She cast it onto the floor and then went to work
unzipping her skirt, the metal fastener making a ripping sound as it
flashed down the side of the material. The skirt met the same uncaring
fate as the blouse, tossed into a heap on the floor, unneeded and
unwelcome now as she sought to bare her mature body to my staring
eyes. She paused in her undressing long enough to give me a measuring
kind of look, as she gauged my reaction to the sight of her near
nudity.

"Getting a little worried huh?" She said in a clipped confident tone.
"Well don't. There's no need, I'll be ever so patient with you. I'm
going to teach you all about real women, and I promise you I'm going
to give you the best lesson you've ever had in your sweet little
life."

She reached behind her back and unclipped the strap on her black lacy
bra.

"Watch."

It fell to the floor and her breasts swung free of their confinement.
Without waiting for my reaction she hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of her black panties and slid them down her legs. She
stepped out of them and dropped them to the floor as well; to stand
naked except before me, except for a pair of sheeny black stay up
stockings. Although I was still trembling, I thought it rather
exciting to be able to stand and stare at her like this, and be
invited to do so. It was at that moment that my lesbianism began. Even
though Yvonne was no spring chicken at fifty, she still had an
extremely sexual body. True it wasn't in as great a shape as it once
must have been, but it still looked pretty good to me, and it still
does when I think about her. She had a lovely, all over honey coloured
tan, and a few wrinkles and creases here and there did nothing to
detract from her amazing sexual presence.

Then she gave me a smug look before turning round for a view of her
other side. I gave an involuntary "Oh" as I saw what looked to be a
small winding green serpent wriggling across her buttocks. It was a
wicked tattoo of a snake etched onto one of her plump cheeks. It
appeared to be slithering head first towards the dark valley in
between, with it's flickering forked tongue seeking the way. She
tossed her head back and let out a saucy chuckle at my shocked
reaction.


"Pretty huh? Don't worry he doesn't bite." The with a smaller chortle.
"Well not yet honey." With that she turned round and sat on the bed,
then reached her arms towards me. "Come and sit on my lap. You can
have a closer look at him in a little while." Her green eyes twinkled
at me. "Come here pet lamb. Come to Mamma"

I climbed into her lap, my smaller body fitting comfortably into her
lap and my buttocks pressing against her hairy quim.

"Give me a kiss now."

I turned my face towards her and found her lips, which opened once
again in an open mouthed kiss. This time it was more sensual and
lasted longer. We caressed each other's tongues, gums, sides and tops
of our mouths, exchanging salvia and making wet smacking sounds for a
good five minutes before breaking off. Then she released me with a
"Whew. That was nice", then took my face in her hands and guided it
onto her breast. I sucked on the proffered nipple, and felt it stiffen
on my tongue as my mouth filled and bulged with her tit flesh. Then
she pulled out, and dived back into my mouth with her other breast,
until I'd done my nipple-growing trick again, and it swelled up like
the other. She groaned quietly as I sucked and licked at her eager
flesh, swapping one globe of flesh for the other until she pulled my
limpet like mouth away. She sighed ever so gently, and with a brief
kiss on my lips.

"Very nice. Now get off the bed angel and kneel down in front of me."

I was quick to obey my new teacher. I was completely under her spell
as I clambered off her lap and knelt down with my knees kissing the
carpet. How strange and thrilling it was when she opened her legs to
show me her neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair.

"Have a good look".

I did as she said, as she opened herself up to my eyes, pulling her
drooping lips apart to show me her glistening pink cavern.

"The nub at the top....here" she pointed "is my clitoris, just like
yours but quite a deal bigger. I want you to do me there, stimulate it
until it grows big and hard."

I moved my hand forward and extended my finger ready to stroke it, but
her hand came down and barred my way.

"No Tina... with your tongue... stick it out for me. That's right,
such a nice little tongue, such an adorable mouth you have. I can see
I'm going to be fantasising about it quite a lot from now on"

Her hand reached behind my head and pulled me closer as she urged me
forward.

""Run it up and down the nub...my clit....ahhh yess, so nice." She
hissed. "Keep that up. Up and down with the tip of your tongue. No
don't try to wipe the wet off your face, it's my juices and they're
going to be running all the time."

Her thighs flopped over my shoulders as I knelt before her, my face in
the vee of her sex as she rubbed her long legs up and down my back
like a spider weaving a web.

 "Ohh that's lovely," she sighed "I love to look at your innocent
face... so shiny with my syrup. Keep licking me!"

I went to the task before me with a vengeance as I slurped licked and
sucked, my amateurish efforts delighted her judging from the gasps and
moans coming from up above. Her bum was lifting off the edge of the
mattress as she churned her sex against my mouth, the taste of her
spendings and the feel of her nylons running up and down my back
excited me more than ever. I remember one of her stockings coming
loose, and the top sliding down the leg to her calves. It felt funny
feeling rasping nylon caressing one side of my back, while soft skin
peddled up and down the other. I don't think it was all that much
longer before she let out a loud shriek and scissored them around my
head, almost tight enough to squeeze the light out of me. She held me
there, frozen like a statue, and then let out a series of sharp cries,
each one accompanied by a sharp jerk and a squirt of hot tangy liquid.
My mouth filled up with her and then overflowed, even though I
swallowed as much as I could manage. The squirts changed to a flow and
I realized I was swallowing something else bedsides what she called
her syrup... Piss! I tried to pull away but her hands grabbed my ears
and twisted.

"Don't you dare! She hissed "Stay where you are and keep your mouth
open."

The pain was so great, that it felt as though she might pull my ears
off if I tried to get away, or close my mouth. So I did as she
demanded of me and began drinking from her body. It was hot, briny and
pungent, it smelt and tasted so strong, that I almost puked at first,
but somehow managed to keep my throat bobbing. Yvonne pissed and
pissed, not stopping for a second as the foaming torrent surged into
my stomach, making me want to belch. My small tummy hurt as the volume
of her bodily fluids expanded it, until soon I knew I'd be sick if she
didn't let up. Mercifully the flow lessened and eventually died to a
trickle as I kept my lips apart, trying to catch every drop of the
tangy essence. I realised I was beginning to enjoy it now, and despite
the bulging of my stomach felt sad that it was ending, there was
something dark and wicked about the act, that thrilled me even then.
The only thing I didn't like, was the burning in my ears lobes where
she'd gone and twisted them.

"Why did you twist my ears Yvonne? They hurt me."

She stood up then, and began to hunt around for her panties,
eventually finding them near her bra on the carpet at the foot of the
bed.

"Sorry kiddo, but I don't think you'd have let me do it if I'd have
asked you first." She giggled mischievously, slipping the black lacy
material back up her legs "I thought I'd throw you in at the deep end
and see how you coped."

"Umm...well." Of all the cheek, I thought. Even so it was really
exciting, and very naughty which I suppose I was starting to like.

"You managed very well Tina. Did you like it once you'd got over the
shock?

"Yeah, I think so." I replied a little sulkily, I was a little annoyed
of how she'd just done as she pleased with me.

"You don't sound as though you liked it. Perhaps I shouldn't have done
it?" She said in an apparently thoughtful voice.

She cocked her head to one side and studied me with those steady green
eyes of hers and I knew I had to give in. It was just one more step
closer to her dominance over me, but I softly acquiesced rather than
forgo another opportunity to drink her essence.


"I liked it really Yvonne."

A smile of triumph flashed across her features. She quickly bent her
head down and tugged a stocking up her leg to hide it.

"Come on, get dressed then. My husbands going to be back before to
long so I'd better get you home."

We drove home in silence. It felt strange, and I wondered if Yvonne
was regretting her actions, it felt tense in the car and I began to
feel upset. I tried to study my feelings. How did I feel about what
had happened tonight? I knew it was wrong and I wouldn't dare tell
anyone, if she was feeling guilty, I was as well. Finally she pulled
up at the end of my street, and I realized this was it.

"Goodbye." I whispered. I had my hand on the door handle to get out
when she reached over to stop me.

"Wait. Don't go yet." She whispered.

I looked up; her eyes were hovering over mine with an almost pleading
expression.

"Can I see you again? I'd like us to talk, we never really had time
tonight, and I wondered if you'd like to meet me somewhere in town
after you've finished school."

"Yes I'd like to." I replied as relief flooded through me. Perhaps
things would work out, maybe I should play it by ear and go with my
instincts

She smiled then, her expression telling me she was pleased.

"Good. How about outside the ice cream parlour on George Street, say
seven o clock."

"Ok."

That was it, I felt elated as I climbed into bed that night. She
wanted to see me again. The beautiful grown up lady had captured me
heart and soul, I was infatuated with her in every way. I would be
there.


The next day felt bizarre. My body was trembling as I stood in the
cold bathroom and cleaned my teeth. I suppose it was shock, but my
head felt dizzy when I thought of the things Yvonne had led me to do.
A grown woman, an old woman... well maybe not too old, but
nevertheless Laura's Grandmother, had taken me to bed and done the
dirtiest things with me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't disgusted, I was
turned on too bursting point at the whole scene, I suppose it hardly
felt real but it was. Yes it was a bizarre day indeed, the whole
school period flashed by like a dream. I wasn't really there, just
going through the motions I suppose. I can't remember any of it except
for a quick conversation about Yvonne. I brought her name up when we
were in the playground during break. I asked what she did, and told
her how my Mom said she was a Judge.

"Umm" she mused. "I think Mom said she's something called a
Magistrate. I think it's the same thing though."

I digested the word 'Magistrate' and asked Laura if that still meant
she could still send people to jail.

"Yes, but only when they're bad". I think she wanted to show her
Grandma in the best possible light, because after a pause she
continued. "If they're good though, she sets them free." And
then..."She does things with charities too you know." Said with a firm
nod. "She's a chairwoman of lots and lots of them. She's very
respectable my Mom says."

I absorbed the word 'respectable', hmmm yes, Yvonne was very
respectable; she was that kind of woman, or at least she gave the
world that view. What a funny word, and how it sounded like
respectful. I must be nearly respectable because I was so respectful.
The corner of my mouth twitched as I thought of how respectful I'd
been the previous night. I'd very respectfully sucked her tits. I'd
very respectfully sucked her pussy and I had oh so respectfully drank
her piss. How strange words were I mused, just a couple of letters
made all the difference. All the difference between Yvonne and me.

She was there waiting for me at the appointed time, dressed up to the
nine's and looking like the cat that's got the cream. The shop was in
a busy tree lined square, a part of town often frequented by tourists
and shoppers sitting down for a coffee. Tables and chairs spilled out
from the cafe doorways onto the old paving stones, Yvonne smiled and
led me to one and sat me down. She asked if I'd like an ice cream, and
we discussed various choices on the menu board near our table. I asked
for a large strawberry something or other, and she called for the
waitress, a smiling blonde haired girl who I thought looked very
attractive. I must have thought as much because I gave her a sunny
smile as she took our order, and blushed as I realized Yvonne was
watching me closely.

"You like girls don't you." She said in a steady voice.

I knew it was true, I was attracted to girls and women much more than
boys. She must have been reading my thoughts, or a least she seemed to
have done, proof of it came with her next words.

"You'll make a good lesbian, I can see it."

"What about now?" I countered with the thought of last night in my
mind.

That surprised her for a second, but then amused her as she grinned,
showing laughter lines around her eyes, which I'd never noticed
before.

"Touch�." 

I smiled back not knowing what the word meant but felt she was
congratulating me somehow and felt clever with myself.

"I should have stuck with women you know." She confided with a wistful
look. "I'd have been much happier. Instead I allowed convention to
decide, and ended up loosing the things which really mattered. Take my
advice kiddo, follow your instincts, they're usually right."

The waitress returned with a tray of coffee and ice cream, then set it
down and placed the ice cream in front of me. This time it was she who
flashed me a smile before giving Yvonne her coffee. The exchange,
quick though it was, hadn't gone unnoticed by Yvonne, whose eyes
betrayed a brief flash of irritation. I was surprised and a little
comforted to realise she didn't like me looking at other women, or
having them take an interest in me. I don't imagine for a moment the
waitress had viewed me in a sexual way, she was more likely just being
pleasant. Of course to a predator like Yvonne, such exchanges would
always be misinterpreted as sexual. I almost jumped when she reached
out and rubbed her stockinged leg against the side of my knee, but
quickly relaxed as I savoured the sensation of the caressing nylons
rasping against my flesh. Maybe she released she'd been foolish to
show her annoyance like that. I think she was trying to re-set the
mood with a spot of flirting, and a bit of under the table naughtiness
came in handy at the time.

"Did you like last night honey?" She crooned seductively.

I looked at Yvonne, her red hair hung straight tonight, apart from a
slight feathering. Her hair was always startling, but so were her
eyes, they twinkled with life and character and spoke of
self-confidence. She wore a black bodice style top tonight, laced down
the middle with a plunging neckline. The material only covered half of
her bronzed breasts and it was clearly evident she wasn't wearing a
bra. My tongue felt like lead as I nodded.

"You were wonderful, I haven't felt like that in years. You liberated
me darling."

I blushed, and she continued caressing me beneath the table with her
leg for a while then took my hand in hers and placed it against the
top of her thighs under her skirt. Luckily a long tablecloth covered
our table, so no one had an inkling of the love play going on within
its drapes.

"Gerald, my husband sleeps in a separate bedroom." She went on. "We've
been happy...we still are in our own way, but our love life ended some
years ago, which is very frustrating for a woman of my temperament. I
keep myself busy doing this and that. You know... a function here... a
party there, people to see and so on, and then there's my profession.
It's all so demanding dear, which is good in it's own way, except that
I'm rather missing out on the sexual side." She moved my hand higher.
"There's been a gap in my life for too long, and I've no one to take
care me." Her eyes met mine as she squeezed my palm against her thin
panties. "That's until last night, I had to take a chance and seduce
you, I couldn't help myself. You were wonderful though; beyond my
wildest hopes, you let me lead you into what I craved more than
anything. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Would you like to do it again
with me?"

Her perfume was beautiful as she leant closer to me, and lingered with
the heady scent of something else, a scent that expressed her needs
more eloquently than words. I replied then, my words spilling out in a
rush in the presence of the worldly woman.

"Yes. Oh yes, more than anything ever."

Her eyes lit up with lust, and then closed briefly as she pressed my
hand tightly into her covered cleft and murmured.

 "Thank you, you won't regret it I promise."

She released me from between her thighs and the moment was past. Time
moved on as she nodded to the melting dish of ice cream before me.

"Err...you're ice-cram dear. Don't waste it, it's beginning to melt,
I'll drive you home when you're done. Your Mum and Dad don't want to
get worried do they?"

"They won't be worried." I replied. "They never now where I am, and
they don't get cross or anything if I'm hours and hours away from
home."

" Umm...that's nice and handy." She under her breath.

She did drive me home, but not before taking us on a detour, which
lead us into a large wood five miles out of town. We pulled of the
road and walked through the trees, until we entered a secluded
clearing in the dense undergrowth. Like any lovers who have found the
welcome gift of privacy, we kissed. At first gently, and then with
hunger as passion consumed us. Yvonne broke away first, breathing fast
and looking flustered, she pushed me down onto the grassy floor until
I knelt before her. Then she lifted her skirt up and pulled down her
panties, and next, throwing them to the ground, she told me to lean
back with my arms behind me, so my hands were on the ground supporting
me. Pulling her skirt up with one hand, she stepped over me, so I was
staring up at her hairy quim. She opened her drooping labia lips with
the other, and went into a squat over my face.

"Open that angel mouth of yours darling, Yvonne's gonna give you a big
drink."

The coffee she drank earlier must have been doing it's trick in her
bladder, because she needed to pee real bad. Luckily she was pretty
good at controlling the flow, she only soaked me if she wanted to give
me it to me that way, and I must have drank from her hundreds of times
in the three years we were seeing each to experience her different
peeing methods. I think she liked to vary the game a little, sometimes
she'd piss a torrent and practically drown me as I struggled to drink
it down, yet at other times, such as this one she'd do it nice and
slow for me to catch every drop.

"Beautiful, beautiful." She murmured to the sound of the gurgling
brook as it washed over my teeth and babbled down my throat. It tasted
strong like the last time. Strikingly yellow, very bitter and acidic,
it even smelt pungent, so much so that even the clear air of the
forest couldn't chase it away. I just clenched my eyes tightly shut
and kept my throat bobbing; the sounds of her obvious pleasure, were
reward and excitement enough for me to do as she wanted. I don't how
long she kept it going, but I remember my knees were starting to ache
and I though I might get cramp if she didn't stop fairly soon. Luckily
the flow began to lessen, changing from a persistent stream to a
trickle and then a dribble. Finally she squatted down to touch my lips
with her dripping flesh, as she guided the last bitter drop onto my
tongue.

"What a cute angel mouth you have." She cooed. "Mind if I call you
that honey? I think it kind of suits you?"

I shook my head and smacked my lips.

"If you like."

"Excellent, from now on your angel mouth."

With that she lowered her quim onto my face and took hold of my head,
and then began smearing her soaking hot sex against my lips. It didn't
take her long to come; she was too worked up for it to take more than
a couple of minutes. Her guttural grunts as she masturbated and humped
herself on my face, sounded almost pagan in the eerie surroundings of
the forest. Her climax was strong and fierce, and I remember how her
fingers dug into my skull through my hair, as she plastered her vagina
over my lips, flattening them to my teeth as she spent down my throat.
Afterwards, when we were back in her posh car, she reached into the
glove compartment and pulled out a small mobile phone.

"Hold your hands out."

 I did as she said and she plonked it down into my palms.

"Present from Yvonne." She said with a wink. "If were going to keep
our arrangement I'll need to get in touch, so I can let you know when
I'm free to see you. I'll most probably ring you at night, when you're
in bed. Will that be a problem?

I shook my head, my eyes feasting on the brand new mobile.

"No I replied. "Mum and Dad's bedroom is downstairs. They won't hear
it ring in a thousand years."

"Perfect. In that case when I'm in my bed all alone and feeling
exceptionally randy, we can have some incredibly interesting
conversations." She cupped my chin in her hand and kissed my lips.

"Won't that be lovely angel mouth... we can discuss all the filthy
things we're going to do together."

Chapter 2

I took the phone to bed with me each night for nearly two weeks but it
didn't ring. Then one night, just as I began to despair of our special
friendship and I was nearly asleep, it did. When I came too and
recognised the sound, my heart leapt with excitement. I wasn't
disappointed; the voice in my ear sounded familiar and cultured.

"Tina darling?"

"Hello Yvonne, I thought you weren't going to ring me."

"Sorry kiddo, I really am, but I've just being so incredibly busy.
I've had so many social engagements to get through and then James - my
husband �- has asked me to help him with this scheme of is, and...Oh
well I could go on dear, but I won't bore you. I'm sorry angel. Can I
see you soon?"

"When?" I gulped

"Well that's the thing sweetness. It's simply impossible to have you
come over to my place at the moment; we're having guests stay with us
for the rest of the week. I was wandering...Well I've had this idea...
if you want to go along with it. I know it's a bit naughty, but I'm
simply desperate to be with you. Can you take the day off school
tomorrow? Leave home at the usual time but I'll meet you at Stern
Square outside the art shop...you know where I mean?"

"Yes, but..."

"Hang on a sec kiddo let me finish. I'll pick you up in the car
outside the shop and I'll take us to this discreet motel I know. I'll
take care of the school. I'll write you a sick note addressed from
your Mother. You can take it to school with you the next day and that
should be fine, they won't ask any questions I'm sure."

Yvonne was right they wouldn't, it happened all the time. I'd seen
endless children handing their teachers notes of absence from their
parents which were hardly glanced at. My heart beat faster as she
continued talking.

"We'll have a full day together, enough time to do everything. I have
so many plans for us darling, so much I can teach you. Remember my
snake? Can you remember where it was, and where its head was going?"

I could, and only too well. God!

"Yes Yvonne. Yes I can." I breathed.

"Good girl, I'd like YOU to go where the snake's going. You haven't
done that for me yet and I'd like it"

"I will Yvonne."

"Darling it's been murder for me this week and a half. I've missed
that beautiful angel mouth of yours so much."

 "I missed you too." I said, a little lamely.

"That's nice." She replied crisply. "I'm glad you have, we're going to
have such fun together I promise. We have all day to do everything,
with no one to disturb us. I'll say goodnight now, I want you to get
plenty of sleep for tomorrow"

She hung up before I could say goodnight back and I placed the phone
back on the bedside table. As you may imagine I didn't sleep that
well. How could I? The thought of Yvonne kept me awake; she was such a
sexual woman, a lot older than my Mum and Dad and so bossy at times. I
liked all that; it made me tingle with pleasure when I thought of how
she's chosen me to be her special girlfriend. I remembered how she
looked naked, how her slinky mature body felt when I touched and
kissed it. I wanted to taste every inch of her with my lips and tongue
and then drink from her fountain again as I knew she would ask me to.

I must have slept because the alarm clock woke me with its ringing at
seven in the morning. I rubbed my eyes, getting the sleep out of my
lids and moaned as I thought of the coming school day. That's until I
remembered I wasn't going there today, I was doing something else,
something entirely different and the picture which flashed into my
head of just how different that something would be, made me throw the
covers off the bed and jump up like a coiled spring. I was ready and
out of the door with a speed that surprised Mum and Dad, enough for
Dad to laugh and make a remark something along the lines of that's how
he used to be when he was going on a date. Mum tapped his ears for
that and I kept my eyes hidden as I said goodbye, picking up my school
bag, and marching to the door.

I got there five minutes early which was tricky as I didn't want
anyone I knew to see me and wander why I wasn't going to school.
Luckily they didn't, but I helped that by hiding in a bus shelter next
door to the shop. I sighed with relief and leapt out of the shelter
when I saw her gold sports car pull up. She reached across to throw
the door wide and looked around for a second before patting the front
seat and hissing 'get in' with a theatrical sounding stage whisper. I
did and we sped off out of the neighbourhood and onto the motorway out
of town. Yvonne's mood seemed to alter when we were half way there and
she began to chatter to me like an old comrade. After ten minutes we
turned off the main road into a large motel with sprawling bungalow
like buildings going off to the side, all set around a grassy
forecourt, like holiday chalets. There was an office building set
aside from the others and Yvonne climbed out of the car and headed for
it. I waited until she came back some five minutes later she climbed
into the driving seat and we set off down a narrow tracked roadway,
which led us to a small car park at the back of the office. She
brought the car to a halt, and pulling the ignition keys out of the
lock she turned to me with a quick smile.

"Don't worry kiddo, everything's sorted. That's what I like about this
place, there's no questions asked. Now"... She said climbing out of
the door "Just follow me, we have the one at the end of the row just
over there." She pointed "Come on." I was already feeling pretty tense
from all the subterfuge of the morning; I was scared witless we were
going to end up in trouble. Yvonne was an amazing person; she was
incredibly determined and had a very strong personality, she wouldn't
let anything or anyone get in the way of her goal.

She unlocked the door and I followed her into a room, with Yvonne
locking the door behind us and flitting from one window to the next
drawing the curtains. The room looked as though it had seen better
days. The main feature was the bed, at least it was big enough for
two, but the quilt and the rest of the bedding didn't look too
inviting, it had an old fashioned floral style pattern which seemed to
be wearing away to a faded green. The carpet was almost threadbare in
places and the bedside cabinet had drink stains etched into the
ancient woodwork. A small platform jutted out from the wall supporting
a portable TV, which Yvonne told me had access to a number of porn
channels.

"Though I'm sure we won't be needing THEM darling. The things that
we're going to be getting up to are simply going to knock the spots
off anything they can trot out." Her cultured tones were tempered with
an amused quality as she opened a second door, which turned out to be
a compact bathroom with a shower and loo.

"Hmm" She said, hands on hips as she surveyed the two rooms which we
were planning to spend the day in. "I've seen finer d�cor, but its
good enough for our needs."

With that she took her jacket off and hung it on the back of the door
and began undoing the buttons of her blouse in a matter of fact
fashion while still surveying the seedy motel room. I still hadn't
spoken, I didn't know what to say, I was still pretty much in awe of
the whole situation, not least of the mature lady with the feathery
red hair stripping out of her skirt and top in such a business like
manner.

"You sure you're going to be okay?" she asked pausing in the act of
placing her skirt on top of a chair. "You seemed worried sweetie. I
hope you're not going to ask to go home."

"No." I shook my head, still phased out by the seediness of the
situation and the forbidden nature of the things we intended to do...
thrilling though it was.

"Tsk" She clucked shaking her head. And then bending down..."Here let
me help you." She began undoing the buttons of my white school blouse
with nimble movements of her dancing fingers.

"I hope you still want this Tina." Again I nodded yes.

"Good I hope so pet, cos otherwise, your going to have one hell of a
frustrated gal on your hands. I've been looking forward to getting you
to myself for quite sometime. You are alright aren't you?" She asked.
"You aren't going to leave me all high and dry are you?" Her eyes
searched mine. "Hmm?"

"I'm fine really", I assured her. "I will be... its just all a bit
strange."

"Well" she sighed, "you're bound to feel funny at first, don't worry
ducks its going to be perfect. There... off it comes." She said
sounding like a nanny talking to a small child.  She carried on until
she'd stripped me naked, her hands dancing over the zips and
fastenings, yanking and gliding my clothes off one by one until I
stood naked with my long dark hair hanging over my shoulders.
 
"Perfect!"

She was down to her bra and panties by now, I thought she was going to
take them off but she didn't.

"Not yet...you can kiss me through my knickers first," She suggested
playfully. "That's sure to get me going, just kneel down on the bed
and I'll climb up"

The mattress swayed as I climbed onto it joined by Yvonne who moved up
and stood before me. She wore a simple white bra and panties and
pastel coloured stockings with white suspenders. I felt her hand
behind my head, then the vision of her panty covered crotch with a few
rebellious hairs sprouting out of the sides coming towards me as my
nose and mouth were pressed firmly in. She began rubbing herself
against me in a slow circling caress, occasionally punctuated with
quick provocative thrusts of her hips and fast breathy gasps. Swish,
swish went my hands as they caressed the smooth flesh at the back of
her thighs, as breathing heavily the two of us performed an act of
body worship, my adoration and Yvonne's acceptance. Long minutes past
with me kneeling before her semi-clad body, my head pressed into her
crotch and my hands running up and down her legs and pantied ass. At
one point I looked up and saw her head thrown back with a look of
fierce elation spread across her features, then she pushed me back
gently to sit on the bed and seat me in her lap. Her lips found mine
and prized them open for her tongue to wriggle between as we began a
long open mouthed caress.  Our hands strocked each other's backs and
buttocks and ran over our flesh as we sought to excite each other
further. Yvonne's mouth opened wider over mine and then filled it with
a flood of her salavia that I drank down. I moaned as she filled me
again with her hot liquid and then swallowed, then again, I don't know
where she found it from but it kept welling up into her mouth and
spilling down my throat. Finally she pulled her lips away from mine
with a plop and reached behind her back to undo her bra. She fumbled
with the catch for a moment before uttering a curse.

"Damn! Be a pet and get this thing off me will you. I don't know
what's wrong with the awkward...ah!" As she pulled the clasp again.
"No... it's no good Tina I just can't reach it properly."

She turned around and I leant over to unhook the catch, which came
undone straight away, giving me the pleasure of pulling her bra off
her body and watching her tits swing free and then wobble like pear
shaped jellies. I didn't wait to be asked, but bent my head down and
took one between my lips. I took as much warm flesh as I could get in,
massaging it with the inside of my mouth and tongue as she ruffled my
hair and giggled with glee.

"Angel, angel...Yes, yes." She sang.

My tongue did its work on her nipples, which soon swelled up like
thimbles, prodding my gums and twanging against my flicking tongue.

"You clever little girl. Ooh! You knowing little minx, I can see
you're learning well. Suck my fucking nipples. Yeah. Suck me! Suck
me!" She gushed, her posh tones oozing with glee and the occasional
sweet obscenity as she soaked up my efforts and told me how clever I
was. Her breasts, both wet and shiny vied for attention and I skipped
from one to another taking mouthfuls of throbbing flesh and nipple
with loud slurps and pops as one was released only to have my cheeks
pushed out by the next ripe pear. Suddenly she pushed me away.

"A full length mirror" she exclaimed. "I never saw it before, this
could be fun." I sat up and followed her gaze to where a full-length
dress mirror stood tucked away in the corner of the room for some
strange reason. She jumped of the bed, her wet jugs swaying and
dancing against each other as she pulled it out of it's hiding place,
placing it in front of the bed.

"Lets have some fun! I love the visual thing. Here Tina stand next to
me...that's it, look at us darling, isn't that cute."

A mature woman and a lovely little girl stared back at us. The lady
with a tanned well toned body and red carroty hair stood next to the
girls who's head barely reached her curving breasts. I had a slightly
oriental appearance due to my distant Chinese ancestry and my straight
black hair hung over my thin shoulders in a luxurious swathe. I looked
small and venerable next to the near naked woman who now began to
unclip her suspenders and pull off her stockings. Now naked, she
stared back from the mirror and gave us a cheeky wink. The bush
sprouting out from the vee of her thighs was as red as her hair but
nicely trimmed, just like a privet hedge, very neat.

"Kneel down and turn round." 

Her hands were already on my shoulders pushing my knees gently but
insistently to the carpet. I leaned forward to press myself between
her thighs but she blocked me with the palm of her hand and spun round
shoving her bare ass in front of my face.

"Say hello to my snake Tina, I think he wants a friend." She drawled.

Indeed a green serpent wound its way over one plump buttock with its
head and questing tongue making for the dark crease in-between. Her
cheeks were paler than the rest of her and quite gorgeous in a chubby
kind of way, so that I didn't need any persuading to push my face into
the same valley the snake was heading. Mmpphh! The dark crease
enveloped me and as I breathed in my nostrils were full of a deep
pungent aroma which smelt very strongly of...I knew the answer to the
question in my mind, but that somehow made the reality more exciting,
more...yes so much more forbidden and just plain perverted.

"Shit darling! I can't tell you how randy this looks in the mirror.
Suck me off! Stick your tongue out! Push that sweet face in!"

I copied the serpent and sent it questing and flickering past the
tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to her bowels and heard
her squeal of delight as she pushed back with such force that she
nearly had my nose in as well. I pulled out and swept my tongue up and
down the crack, tasting the bitter brown skin and making small moaning
noises in my throat. I came up for air and attacked the soft mounds of
her butt with my mouth, trying to French kiss and lick them as they
gyrated against my face. I dived into the pungent trench again,
flattening my lips against her sphincter, sucking and slobbering like
a demented spaniel until a loud explosion of hot smelly gas filled my
mouth and shot down my nostrils.

I sat back on my heels with a face full of questions.

"Hmm... Darling. I think we aught to go into the bathroom. I er... I
think I may have something for you sweetness."

I wandered what it was. The fart had been thrilling and although the
smell was bracing to say the least I hoped going into the bathroom
meant she was gong to do it to me again, though why she couldn't do it
in the bedroom I didn't know. I got up and we walked into the other
room where she closed the door behind us, then bobbed down on the
floor so she was kneeling on all fours with her ass up in the air. I
stood there for a moment, uncertain of what to do next until she
looked over her shoulders and lifted her arm up to beckon at me with a
crooked finger.

"C'mon over darling, Mommy has a job for you." She crooned
seductively.

I knelt down behind her and began kissing her ass again, but she
reached back and pulled her cheeks apart to show me her brown rose
bud, and urge me in with a series of gentle but insistent pushes
acting as hints. I watched as her anus twitched, and then distended
ready to blow another fart and moved forward.

"Just keep your mouth wide open."

I did. A hiss of fart gas blew out, but that wasn't all. The head of a
large brown monster began to emerge from out of the dark tunnel,
forcing apart the band of muscle and reminding me of a wrestler
throwing a beaten opponent out of the ring. It forced the muscle apart
so far that I thought it would split, it was difficult to imagine how
anyone's buttocks could open up so far. Yvonne grunted and made a loud
"aggghhh" noise and an "Ohhh God, that's a big one" gasp as she
screwed her eyes tight and rode the pain. You can imagine the shock I
felt. Whatever else I may have been expecting, this certainly didn't
fit the picture. I flinched and instinctively tried to pull back, but
Yvonne had anticipated my reaction and was quicker than me. Her hand
shot back and grabbed a handful of my long hair, twisting and pulling
until the only way to escape the pain was to scurry back into the
ominous looking valley.

"Open your mouth young lady, or I'll pull even harder." She
threatened.

What choice did I really have? The woman sounded as though she really
meant it, and her grip on my hair was getting tighter by the second. I
did as she ordered and opened my mouth over the distended brown lump.
The reaction was immediate, as soon as my lips opened; it moved out
further and began a slow determined slide towards me. It looked like a
rather thick rope, the kind of rope used in gymnasiums, with coils and
ridges winding down its length. The colour varied from dark to light
brown with lighter patches in places, but the main thing was the
smell. I can't describe the disgust I felt as the stinking odour
invaded my nostrils, it's something I'm still not used to even after
all those years of eating her shit. It squeezed past my lips and began
filling my mouth with its heat and its ponderous bulk, snapping my
jaws open to almost bursting point with its girth.

"Be brave." She intoned.

I think I was very brave right then. How many girls have to swallow
huge clods of shit from older women's assholes. To Yvonne's delight I
was doing just that.

"Chew it now, break it off with your teeth and start chewing."

I brought my jaw down and bit down hard. An explosion of filth sent me
reeling as the taste spread out and intensified against my pallet. It
tasted like the strongest Camembert you could ever imagine. I carried
on chomping, breaking its hot mass down into a manageable consistency
with my salavia.

"Now swallow it Tina. Take down a mouthful and when that's gone eat
another. When you've eaten that, open your mouth again, you haven't
finished your meal by a long chalk."

I gulped and it set off down my gullet like a lump of soggy putty
until it found its way to my stomach. The poor thing so used to meals
of pleasant tasting food protested strongly by registering its shock
and surprise in the form of a loud rolling belch. I swallowed again
and felt the fowl mush slither its way down my food pipe to join the
other lump of waste.

"If you want to be my special girlfriend you're going to have to get
used to eating my shit. Now come on! Swallow everything, I'm going to
crap my insides out and you're going to eat it."

 I repeated this twice more until my mouth was finally empty. Then I
looked up at Yvonne's face, noticing her lust as she watched my
performance. Her fingers were pistoning away between her legs,
squelching in and out of her cunt as she played with herself. The site
of me eating from her in such a vile and perverted fashion thrilled
her to bursting point. The brown rose bud opened again, stalagmites of
poop hanging from it, and another brown log wound its way out like
paste from a tube of puree. My eyes were stinging and my cheeks felt
wet, then I noticed I was crying with the sound of my sobbing filling
the room. As a turn on this was more than Yvonne could have ever hoped
for, the sounds of my distress acted as a catalyst for her impending
orgasm and soon her groans of lust were filling the room as well. If I
thought she would take pity on my cries I was very much mistaken.
Instead she decided to sit fully on my face and plant her anus over my
mouth. Her full weight settled down on me as she enveloped my face
with her buttocks. Now sitting comfortably, she began shitting with
greater vigour. This is something Yvonne has always enjoyed doing with
me, but this was my first time. She enjoyed the feeling of my mouth as
I chewed and ate; it was something that never failed to turn her on.
Now comfortable her shit began pumping into my mouth and down my
bobbing throat with even greater speed. Repetition set in with me
chewing, swallowing, and emptying my mouth, opening it again, more
shit splurging in and I in turn eating it. On and on I fed, until she
dumped her last morsel down my throat and climaxed, her moans and sobs
competed with mine until she gradually quietened down and turned round
to look at me, my mouth full of her faeces and still chewing.

"Oh God, oh God that was beautiful darling. Just out of this world." 
She gushed.

 Her last turd still stood erect and sprouted out of my mouth like a
bloated cigar. A fit of giggles made her double up with mirth as she
guided the tip down between my lips.

"Oh you darling. Just look at you. Here goes angel mouth, eat it all
up, eat up Yvonne's present, it'll do ya good."

My chewing jaws did their work and eventually my mouth began emptying,
until with a final gulp it was gone.

"I'd kiss you but your breath might leave a lot to be desired." she
chucked. "Come on, let's get into the shower, I'll give you something
to wash it all down with."

Another bout of swallowing ensued, this time with Yvonne standing over
me as she pissed her hot fountain between my lips. It came in a
steaming torrent, gurgling over my tonsils like Niagara Falls as I
swallowed her hot stream. I could taste her piss, bitter and briny, in
spite of the strong flavour of faeces still in my mouth. I've sampled
many women's pee during my years as a submissive but none have ever
been such a shock to the taste buds as Yvonne's was.

She shook her labia a couple of time to knock any remaining drops onto
my tongue and then stepped away and turned on the shower, drenching me
with hot clean water. After a thorough wash with a bar of soap and
shampoo she turned off the water and led me to the sink. Then she left
me and padded back into the bedroom and I heard the clasp of her
handbag being snapped open. She returned, handing me a tube of
toothpaste and a brush and then left me to clean my teeth. I heard the
boiling of the kettle as I worked away with the brush, cleansing my
mouth of the sewage it had just eaten until my breath tasted fresh
once more. When I retuned to the bedroom she was laying naked on the
bed smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee.

"There's one for you here." She said pointing to the mug on the
bedside table. I took the coffee and sat down next to her watching as
she blew a smoke ring into the air. Her green eyes lit on me and she
appeared to be in a reflective mood, perhaps even a little subdued
which was unusual for Yvonne, who's temperament I would have described
as mercurial to say the least. The way her mood migrated from
frivolity one minute to mature appraisal the next unsettled me at
times. I cringe sometimes when I remember she was a judge.

"I had to do that to you. You do understand don't you? If I'd have
asked you to let me do it, you'd have refused."

I realized she was using the same line she'd tried a couple of weeks
earlier when she tried to excuse herself for forcing me to drink from
her. I knew I should have been angry for what she'd just done to me,
after all I hadn't agreed to any of it, she'd had her way without my
consent and seemingly without any consideration for my feelings. Yet
in spite of that, there lingered the hope that I might learn to handle
it given time. I adored Yvonne and would have done anything to please
her and make her happy. If she enjoyed doing that to me and wanted to
use me again like that in the future, then clearly this was a way to
make my self-indispensable to her. Who else I reasoned would let her
do that to them, maybe she would come to adore me like I did her, I
was terrified she might tire of me. I decided to signal my consent,
and childish though my words might be, I looked for a way to tell her
everything was going to be okay. There was another factor in all of
this though; I wanted to grow up quicker and take my place as true
woman. I'd always tried to act oler than I was, I was even watching
Yvonne smoke her cigarette with envy and wondering if she would let me
have a puff if I asked nicely. I hated being seen as an awkard
adolescent, and was desperate to grow up sooner rather than wait and
let nature take its course. I thought for a moment, my thoughts
colliding and battling with each other in my mind as I decided what to
say for the best.

"Was I a good  Yvonne?"

"Yes, you were Tina. You were more than good."

"Do real lesbians do what we just did, you know what we did in the
bathroom?

She stopped in the action of bringing the cigarette to her lips. It
was her turn to look at me and consider what to say next.

"Some do If they're sexy little sluts like you are." She said
carefully.

"Only real sluts do that then?"

"Definitely. Only the nastiest sluts."

"So if I do that again, then I'll be a fully fledged lesbian slut much
quicker?" I asked in a hopeful voice.

"I can absolutely guarantee that my dear. If you let me poo in your
mouth again and you're very, very good and eat up everything I give
you, you'll be such a very horny slut and so wonderfully depraved
too." She said with very wide eyes.

That clinched it as far as I was concerned, in what I hoped was a very
adult way I looked her straight in the eyes and in as solemn a voice
as I could manage;

"Well then Yvonne, them you must do it to me as many times as you
want. I promise you I'll learn to eat everything just how you want to
me to. Then I'll be dead slutty just be like your real girlfriend."

My words touched her, because she stubbed her cigarette out, and with
a gentle smile reached over to stroke my cheeks.

"You are my real girlfriend Tina. I've never had such a good time with
anyone else."

"Am I the best ever? Do you like sex with me more than anyone else?" I
asked boldly.

She brought her face down to mine and with a gentle kiss on the bridge
of my nose she told me all I wanted to hear.

"Darling, you're the best sex I've ever had, there's no way I'm ever
going to let you go. I'm going to have you every chance I can. Now
crawl down the bed and put that pretty angel mouth of yours to work.
I'm going to cream you a mouthful that even you're going to find hard
to swallow."

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