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"The Adoption" (FFg pedo scat reluc)
Part 1: "Me"
Marrying an older man has it's own compensations as long
as he's stinking rich and not up to much in the `hitting
the sack' department. That's what happened to me. I
married my husband James when I was thirty-five. I'd
finished modelling five years earlier, and used to model
erotic lingerie for mail order magazines, plus glamour
shoots for men's magazines, so I had a pretty good figure
as you can imagine.
The thing about me is, I'm a big spender, a hell of a big
spender and only the best will do. That was okay while I
was earning it but when you get to thirty in this game,
the offers begin drying up and instead of being a
sensible girl and saving my pennies so I'd have a nice
little nest egg, I frittered the lot away. Luckily for me
I still had my looks and figure, in fact I stayed a trim
36 24 36 right up until my last modelling job.
Unfortunately by the time I reached thirty-five I was
beginning to put on the pounds, not that you'd notice so
much, in fact it made me look shapelier, even voluptuous
I suppose.
That's when I met James at a celebrity bash in aid of
some charity or other. It was an exclusive party limited
to the richest in society, with the star appearance of
Julio Esterato my favourite singer, it promised to be an
entertaining event. I managed to get a ticket to the
function because a friend of mine worked for the singer
and she'd given me a spare. I met James after the meal
when a waiter brought me a note on a silver tray with a
request to join him at his table. I looked over to where
the waiter pointed and saw a man in his early to late
sixties and I would have probably laughed in his face if
my friend hadn't told me he was one of the wealthiest men
around town. Well to cut a long story short he lured me
with his money, not that I took much luring and I
accepted his proposal of marriage a few weeks later. We
both knew it was for the money, we're all grown ups here,
but luckily his appetites were very easy to please, and
in return he set me up with a private bank account that
seemingly had no bottom.
I lived the high life, fast cars, expensive holidays,
extravagant outfits from exclusive stores and food. Yes
food, with no reason to earn a living any longer I
started to pile on the pounds but as the years went by
and I reached fifty I evened out at a little. I wasn't
fat, but I was filling out; luckily I'm tall for a woman,
and stand at just over 5' 9" so I was able to hide some
of the pounds. I took an inventory of the situation on my
fiftieth birthday, taking my clothes off to stand in
front of the mirror. My permed blonde hair looked
immaculate, curly golden ringlets hung down my neck,
framing a long face with a patrician nose and emerald
eyes. I had lines around my mouth and eyes which I
covered in a generous layer of makeup. I'm one of those
women who can't leave the bedroom without an hour in
front of the dressing mirror. Not that I lack confidence
or anything, I just love to have my face covered in the
most expensive stuff there is, often paying a make over
expert to come to the house and apply her skills. Haughty
but tartly, that's me, something of a show off in that
respect, I like people to notice me when I walk into a
room, I like to turn a few heads as it were. I smiled as
I looked at my reflection and ran my hands down to my
generous breasts, which burst out like pale creamy
melons. I'd fleetingly considered breast reduction but
had rejected the idea. I liked them even if they appeared
daunting and I dare say more than a little frightening to
some of the startled eyes that I paid to behold them. I
say paid, I never took a partner I didn't have a hold
over and money gives you as much hold as you need when it
comes to getting your own way in bed, but more of that
later when I've finished describing my ample charms. My
waistline was still there, albeit thickening
considerably, and I knew if I didn't go on a diet soon
I'd be carrying a spare tyre shortly. Looking down I had
a bush of thick curly hair, blonde in colour but flecked
with grey, it sprouts out from my hanging labia and onto
my stomach and I've known lovers to get lost in there,
usually mouth first. Moving further down my powerful
thighs present an awesome sight coupled with my full 40
something hips, and if I turn around and angle the other
mirror like so...I can see my buttocks. Two bulky domes of
trembling flesh stand out like snowy white mountains,
large and menacing with a dark cleft dividing one from
another. I kick a long shapely leg towards the tall
mirror watching it rush to meet it and I smile at the
affect. I'm not a bad looking piece of woman, attractive,
sexy and a bit fleshy in the body these days but my
charms can still make a man sweat when I want them to, or
a woman for that matter.
Those were my thoughts on my fiftieth birthday just
before the death of my husband. I suppose I was sorry,
after all I'd grown quite fond of him in a quiet kind of
way but my melancholy didn't last long and when the will
was read, I learnt that he'd left me everything, all his
money and all of his business interests. I was wealthy
beyond my wildest dreams and believe me I can imagine
big, but this was just colossal, before that money meant
everything, now I had so much it meant nothing. It's hard
to explain, I don't think you ever have the feeling until
you have that kind of wealth but believe me it feels
strange. I bought myself a large mansion in East Sussex
in the shadow of the South Downs, nice and secluded with
50 acres of woodland enclosing it in a warm cocoon of
seclusion. It had already dawned on me, as you may have
guessed, that I wasn't only free financially, but
sexually too. James had never known about my sexual
diversions I'd always been very careful about that aspect
of my life and had taken great care to cover any trails
leading to the scenes of my indiscretions. A discreet
hotel room and a willing escort who knew my requirements.
All were supplied by the same agency, one that was very
far sighted in all matters of customer satisfaction, it
was a lifesaver to me over the years, but all was done by
stealth. Now everything was going to change.
For years I'd been using the services of the agencies
most submissive girls, but one in particular was a
regular visitor to my hotel room. Her name was Sharon and
she was sixteen. She had silky brown hair and eyes the
same colour that shone out of her pretty face whenever
she looked at me. Small and delicate, with a thin arms
and a flat chest, she seemed to have an inner longing,
one that it seemed only I could satisfy, yet
paradoxically she was quiet and shy, and even bashful at
times when I ordered her to kiss my cunt or make love to
my ass. She clearly loved what she was doing but after
sometime, I came to realize she wanted something else,
something extra. Now as for me, I was just addicted to
sex, plain and simple, only I wanted to be on the
receiving end of anything that was going. I'll make no
bones about it I've always been selfish in the sex
department, I like nothing better than to be pleasured
with a willing mouth, kissing, licking and sucking me
over and over again during a session which can last
throughout the day or night. Occasionally, when I'm in
the right mood, I'll send for the services of a young
stud and have him fuck me long and hard, his toned virile
body straining as he pumps himself into me. Naturally
they tire after a few hours and I usually end up fucking
their brains out when I climb up over their spent bodies
and slam down my heavy body until the bed rattles. Not
many return! It's okay if you like that kind of thing and
now and again I do. But by far I prefer the pleasure of a
girl's mouth and tongue, it's soft ministrations on my
heated body, lapping me gently to heaven and then
starting all over again are pure bliss! That was the
picture with Sharon, my favourite girl. Although she
received money she readily admitted she's have done if
for nothing, but needed the agency to find her work, I
wasn't her only client, but I was by far the best.
Role-play was in. That was our favourite game; I loved
it, especially when we took the parts of Mother and
Daughter. I'd always had a thing for young girls, you
know seducing, then taking advantage of them and this was
the nearest I could get to the real thing. We acted out
any number of seduction scenarios, all of them ending
with the mother taking her daughter to bed where she'd
use her mouth for pleasure. I usually booked a full day
with Sharon. I didn't want to rush our wonderful
sessions; I also wanted to be in a position where I could
experience unlimited orgasms from her gentle lips. One of
the things I found so rewarding about our times together
was her eagerness to accommodate my needs completely. My
orgasms are always intense and quite scary for anyone who
hasn't been warned about a particular quirk of mine. I
say `quirk' I don't know if that's the right word, but
it's certainly unusual. You see I'm what's commonly known
as a `squirter'. When I reach my crisis, I squirt out
fierce jets of juice; similar to a man's, thick and
creamy white, which if you haven't been warned can come
as quite a shock. I've never found anyone who could take
it willingly in the mouth and drink every drop the way
she did. She'd glue her lips right over my twitching cunt
making a perfect receptacle for me to squirt my woman
spunk into, not wasting a drop, even though she could
barely get it into her stomach fast enough. Sometimes
this would vary, there were occasions when I decided a
good soaking might be in order and I'd have her flick my
clit with her tongue, then have her pull back a foot or
more just before I was ready to squirt. My cum would ark
out in an explosion of hot liquid, filling her open mouth
if she managed to catch it, or if not drenching her face
and hair with dripping ooze. On one of these occasions
when she'd been teasing me mercilessly with her tongue
and lips, nibbling and flicking the end of my throbbing
clitoris until I was on the verge of exploding and then
pulling away at the last minute, that the revelation
happened and Sharon let me into a secret. She'd being
teasing me like this for the last hour or so when I
finally told her to cease playing games with Mommy and
let me come. Just to reinforce the message I locked my
thighs around her neck and crossed my calves around her
back to hold her in place until I'd done. Her reaction
was to moan into my cunt, licking sucking and nibbling at
me with her teeth and lips until I nearly squeezed the
life out of her between my large fleshy thighs as I came
and came and came into her sweet young mouth. It was like
Niagara Falls, an explosion of cum that had been welling
up in me for the last hour of her coaxing and teasing.
She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she went after every
last drop moaning dementedly between each gulp as she
took it all down.
"Drink it!" gulp...moan "Swallow Mummy's cunt syrup honey!"
gulp gulp gulp moan "Oh...." She moaned, then "Gulp, gulp"
as her gasp was cut shirt by another thick jet of hot
liquid that instantly filled her mouth to overspill. I
thought I'd never stop coming. As soon as she emptied her
mouth I filled it again until the bedroom rang with the
sounds of her gulping and moaning and my heated
exhortations. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Don't stop drinking take
every drop of Mummy's hot cunt cream. Don't you dare stop
even if you're tummy's overflowing" I demanded.
I finally stopped spraying and flopped down like a rag
doll on the crumpled bed sheets. My orgasm was intense
that time and I told her so. My next statement brought a
look to her eyes which intrigued me, her eyes suddenly
became wistful and I could see a longing there which
considering the words I'd just spoken gave me cause to
think. As I lay back on the bed, breathing heavily with
my large breasts rising and falling I gave a short
chunter before I spoke.
"God darling." I laughed. "That was intense, I don't
think Mummy's ever squirted as much cum as that, I nearly
pissed myself - and then you'd have been sorry!"
That's when I saw a look of hunger in her face. `Pissed
myself' seemed to have been the phrase that did it. Was I
right in thinking she liked the idea'? Intrigued I
decided to put my idea to the test.
"Yeah, you'd have been sorry if I had wouldn't you? All
that piss, it'd have made you sick. Or would it?" I
arched my brow and let the question hang.
She looked up to my eyes, meeting my expression boldly
for once as she steeled herself for her next statement.
"No. You can do it to me whenever you wish."
Her words took me by surprise. Even though I secretly
hoped she'd say something like that, it still made my
breath catch in my throat. I sat up suddenly my curiosity
piqued, plus something else.
"Hey, lets get this right kid. You're saying you'll let
me piss in your mouth and use it like a toilet. Is that
what you're saying? Feel free, no mother and daughter
stuff, we're not role-playing now tell me exactly what
you mean."
I saw the spark in her eyes, a spark that became a flame
as she answered.
"Ok. Yes it means you can piss in my mouth and I'll be
your toilet and like a toilet I'll swallow everything...as
much as you give me, I'll drink it and you can use me
that way when ever you want. I'll be your complete toilet
in every way. In EVERY way." She repeated.
My eyes widened in disbelief. The conversation was taking
a turn that had my head spinning. Implications were
flying around like arrows as my mind raced over her last
words repeating them over and over to try and squeeze
every drop of meaning from them. `I'll be your toilet in
EVERY way'. The way she'd said `every' very slowly and
looked into my eyes with such fire pricked my flesh. I
cleared my throat and started to speak, but only a thick
croak came from my lips. I coughed and tried again aware
of a new feeling spreading through my body that I
couldn't place.
"Look." I finally managed. "I want to get this perfectly
straight. No misunderstandings ok?"
She nodded obediently suddenly looking much younger than
her years, more like a little girl with her sweet elfin
face and long brown hair.
"If you're my toilet in every way as you've just said, it
means more than just drinking my pee when I need a
piddle. It means the other as well. Is that what your
saying Sharon. You want to eat from me. You want to eat
my shit"
Her eyes held mine for a moment, a long moment that
seemed to stretch into eternity before she suddenly
turned her face away and looked down at the bed covers
nodding. My heart went out to her as I saw tears hitting
the bed covers and I lifted her face up by the chin and
gently kissed her lips.
"Ok. Let me think about it." I whispered.
A week later I had a chair delivered up to the room. It
was like any other chair except it had a hole cut out of
its seat. I smiled at Sharon's reaction or should I say
her realization.
"I'm all ready to deliver for you young lady." I told
her. "Get into the bathroom. Where do you think you're
going? Take the dammed thing with you, you silly girl and
then go and lie yourself underneath it. I'm sure I don't
need to tell you what to do then." I laughed. "Very
little except open your mouth wide enough so I don't miss
it."
I undressed as she rushed to obey my wishes, all except
for my bra. I enjoyed the way the brief material
struggled to contain my breasts, making the cone shaped
bosoms bulge and wobble as I made my royal progress to
the bathroom. She looked nice there, lying naked on the
tiled floor with her lithe young limbs spreading out from
under the chair. I peered through the gap in the seat to
look at her eager eyes and wide open mouth and then
turned around and took my seat. I've never had trouble
passing motions, but hadn't taken any chances this time.
I'd eaten a large bowl of bran flakes the night before,
something that's guaranteed to make me loose the next
day. With a superhuman effort I'd staved off my morning
visit to the loo, gritted my teeth and managing to hold
it in. Oh the things we do for love!
To be honest it was more of an experiment, I'd never
really considered going this far before, it was only
Sharon's wish for this ultimate show of devotion that had
prompted me to give it a try on the basis of `I'll try
anything once'.
I gave a grunt as I felt my innards slide and pump and
then I began to pee and shit at the same time sending a
barrage skittering down to my young girlfriend/prossy. I
knew I'd hit the spot as soon as I heard her chomping and
gurgling. I rubbed my clit as I looked down at her
splattered face. The sight must have been a trigger
because I suddenly cried out as huge orgasm, bigger than
any I had experienced before smashed into me as though I
was a piece of driftwood. It took me completely by
surprise, it was so massive I could only cry and whimper
with the intensity of it. As soon as I found my voice I
cried out urging her on with the filthiest words I could
think of (maybe to match what was happening below) then
loosened my bowels again to deluge her busy mouth with my
sloppy offerings. She chomped and swallowed, wallowing in
my excrement as though it was sherbet delight. It proved
to be a pivotal moment in my life and the beginning of a
new vocation.
Part 2: "Mika"
My husband died shortly afterwards and left me his
fortune. Suddenly I was one of the richest women in the
country and it soon became public knowledge thanks to
media interest in the creation of a new heiress. I spent
the first years buying myself homes all over the world,
but kept my main place in England. No it wasn't due to
any sense of patriotism, rather I needed to be here to
execute something I'd been planning for a long time. My
penchant for girls hadn't decreased; in fact it had grown
to be something of an obsession. My role-play games with
Sharon helped, but it wasn't the real thing and that's
what I wanted above all else. I employed a good private
detective, not good in the moral sense but one that could
get things done providing the price was right, and for
this particular service I would have paid him a fortune
and almost did. In a very private meeting, I outlined the
particular kind of service I was looking for and to give
him credit he didn't so much as bat an eyelid, although I
suspect he thought I would when he named his fee. Of
course it was absorbent but I didn't quibble. Three weeks
later he rang and told me he'd set up a meeting with a
Miss Hayton-Smythe, the Governess of an orphanage for
girls. He'd found what I wanted!
I took a sleeping tablet the night before the meeting; I
wanted to have my wits about me for the mornings
encounter with this Miss Hayton-Smythe. I awoke refreshed
and had an invigorating shower before spending a great
deal of care applying my make up and titivating my full
and immaculately permed golden hair. I dressed simply but
elegantly, not too much, but enough to convey the
impression of expensive taste.
Oak Hall was a large mansion of a building, with a
collection of smaller houses running off it into the
large grounds beyond. I was met at reception by a smartly
dressed girl in her twenties who asked my to take a seat
while she rang the Governess. She came promptly; I'd
hardly had time to pretend to read the cover of the
magazine sitting atop the low coffee table before I heard
her heels clicking down down the last couple of stairs
leading to reception. She was taller than me by an inch
or so and had a river of straight blonde hair running
down past her shoulders. Her face was long and handsome
rather than overly pretty, and although she was smiling I
could see a cool intelligence nestling behind her pale
blue eyes. She had a lithe slim frame that fitted well
into a trimly cut grey jacket and matching slim skirt. I
judged her to be in her early forties.
"Hello Mrs Phillips." She said in an upper class kind of
voice, the kind that belonged to a boarding school
upbringing...you know...jolly hockey sticks and all that,
although her manner was friendly enough.
"I'm Glenda, let me take you upstairs to my cosy little
office." She smiled endearingly and gave me a little
wink. "I'm sure we have lots to talk about."
I smiled back and agreed that we probably did, I thought
I might like her. She led me up a singe flight of stairs,
and then opened the door to allow me into a smartly
decorated office. She gestured me towards a leather chair
sitting in front of her desk, which she nimbly glided
round to take a seat herself.
"Now Mrs Phillips." She began. "You're friendly little
detective has done very well for you. He's brought you to
the best possible place for the kind of service you
require."
She opened a drawer and lit a cigarette before she
continued.
"Mmm yes, the best possible place Mrs Phillips, our
orphanage takes in girls of all ages and backgrounds and
provides them with a home and education until they're
either eighteen years old or until they are adopted,
which in this case is where you come in." She smiled
brightly. "Our detective has filled me in completely on
the kind of adoption you are looking for, and I have to
say this particular kind of adoption is very rare.
Nevertheless it has been done before. Only twice though
in all the twenty-three years I've been in charge, that
gives you an idea of how rare it is. The requirements are
first of all the fee, which has already been agreed upon.
That in itself is considerable and so it should be for
what we're offering. Of course discretion goes without
saying, it harms the client as much as it does me if
anything leaks out, but the thing I'm really strict about
is the need for you to accept complete responsibility for
all aspects of the child's upbringing, once you have
selected a girl and taken her home, she is entirely yours
and all that entails." She gave a light laugh as she
thought of something else. "Oh I almost forgot, the
client must be a woman, I'd never give any of our girls
to a man, that would be unforgivable of me, no matter
what he had to offer."
Her next question took me by surprise as she asked in a
lazy voice.
"Are you a lesbian Mrs Phillips? I mean are you now, I
know you've been married"
I looked down for a moment, gathering my thoughts to
answer a very good question.
"Yes I believe I am Miss Hayton-Smythe."
"Glenda please." She smiled warmly.
"Please call me Georgina then" I said since she'd invited
us to be on first name terms. "I believe it is possible
for a woman to marry a man and still only find sexual
release in another woman's touch. I married James for his
money; he knew that, as far as any sexual requirements
went, they were brief to say the least. I've been buying
the services of high-class call girls ever since we were
married. I like the services they have to offer, they
don't ask any questions, but do very well in seeing to my
requirements. Does that help Glenda?" I asked.
She blew out a whiff of smoke and leaned forward to stub
out the end of her cigarette and nodded.
"Yes, yes indeed it does." She smiled bashfully. "I've
been a lesbian ever since I was seduced by one of my
teachers at the tender age of eight."
"Sounds interesting." I said raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yes. Very. Which bring me to some of the services
you'll want once you've closed the bedroom door on your
little adoptee. Our mutual acquaintance explains how you
want a girl to serve you with her mouth. That's something
I personally find quite exciting, especially as it's just
the kind of relationship I had with my teacher when she
trained me to please her along exactly the same lines."
"Wow." I breathed feeling myself moistening at such a
decadent thought. "So you still find the memory
exciting?"
"How could I not?" She said giving a secret smile.
"Excellent Georgina, so far perfect. I just need to make
sure you're not into the S&M scene, you know pain and
such like, I don't want her hurt."
"I'm not S&M." I replied."
Her eyes met mine in an unmoving stare, steady and
unwavering, I felt as though it was the first time
someone had really looked at me, in her case into my very
soul.
"What else do you desire Georgina? I know there is
something else. Don't be bashful. I don't shock."
I bit my lips unsure whether to believe her or not. What
I had in mind would outrage most decent people, outrage
and then disgust, but I knew she wouldn't be satisfied
with anything less than the truth and she was the fairy
Godmother here, she could grant my wish or choose not to.
I still couldn't bring myself to be as explicit as I felt
she wanted me to be but instead I managed to say.
"The bathroom as well as the bedroom."
Her eyes flashed into mine with a fierce intensity and
then suddenly relaxed as her face broke into a reassuring
smile.
"It's alright Georgina, it's just as I told you, I'm
unshockable...You're last statement is enough to tell me
all I need, but if you'd wanted to go further and use
terms such as piss and shit I wouldn't have minded in the
slightest."
I resisted the urge to gulp, fighting any sign of visible
weakness with all my strength. I was tired of her ability
to wrong foot me with her boldness, I decided to quit
being a coward and win back my respect with a show of
audacity.
"Yes you're right. But take things to their natural
conclusion and words such as `drink' and `eat' have a
large part to play in any plans I have for one of your
girls."
There! I'd said it, my meaning couldn't have been
clearer. We both knew exactly what I meant. I felt
pleased with myself for having the courage to say the
words that described my perversion so well, but another
nagging part of me knew they had been unnecessary; she
knew my desires well enough before I uttered the words.
"Fine Georgina." She said with a cat like grin. "I find
that exciting. Lets choose a girl!"
We wandered out into a sunlit playground where girls of
various ages were laughing and playing in the September
morning. My heart was beating ten to the dozen as I
watched one after another, there were so many. As a woman
I had no right to desire them but I did. Each time I
stopped near to one Glenda would give me a potted
history. It was easy to do because they were so wrapped
up in their games they hardly noticed me and I could roam
around and watch them behaving quite naturally. I
couldn't decide, they were all lovely but...
I made my way across the yard to a smaller red-bricked
building and went through the door. I heard Glenda saying
something to me but I couldn't hear through all the
noise. We went in and she closed the door behind me
blocking out the noise of the playground.
"This isn't included Georgina, it's the nursery school."
She explained.
"Oh well in that case..."
I made to leave but just then I heard a squeal of delight
coming from one of the rooms adjoining the hall where we
were standing, a delightful sound that drew me like a
moth to a flame. I headed for the room where the door was
open giving me a clear view of a tiny oriental girl
dressed in a pink bib and brace with a striped top and
dainty pink sandals. She was standing in front of the
television watching a Tom and Jerry cartoon. The little
girl was the smallest I'd seen so far, her black hair was
cut in a bob framing a small oval face of such exquisite
beauty, that my heart held its breath and sighed. She
watched spellbound as Tom was smacked in the face by a
garden rake and then she suddenly erupted with laughter
once more, her brown eyes creasing with mirth.
"Oh silly old cat. Silly old Tom!" She cried with her
hands on her knees as her body rocked backwards and
forwards in her pink sandals.
"Adorable just adorable" I murmured.
The most wonderful creature I'd ever seen captivated me
and became my obsession.
"Oh God she's perfect!"
"But as I was explaining" began Glenda.
"What is the little Princess's name?"
"Mika, but she's one of our nursery school girl's, she's
four years old, she isn't available for..."
I felt my pussy spring a leak at the words `four years
old' nothing could get in the way of my infatuation for
Mika now.
"I'll double your fee Glenda. I want that girl."
The Governess's words dried on her lips as she froze for
a instant but then fumbled in her pockets for her
cigarettes and let out a quiet curse when she remembered
she'd left them in her office. I felt a sense of
satisfaction at seeing in her in such disarray. Now she
knew how I had felt earlier.
"Do you smoke?"
"Sorry, no."
"Double you say?"
"Yes Glenda, double, you'll be a millionaire if you say
yes."
She pretended not to have heard my last statement but I
knew she was reeling and I could see how flustered she
was as her hands jumped from one pocket to another in her
narrow jacket. Finally she ran out of pockets and sighed,
then in a seemingly exasperated voice she spoke.
"Let's go to my office I seem to have left my cigarettes
behind."
"Let me find Mika's file." She said pulling off her
jacket once we were back. I took my former seat and
watched as she walked over to an old filing cabinet and
pulled out a heavy drawer. She looked slightly odd from
the back; her hips and buttocks seemed too large in
proportion to the rest of her body yet in spite of that
she looked to have an exciting physique for when she
turned round I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her
breasts like the rest of her looked long and slim beneath
her blouse, not so firm perhaps but quite attractive
nevertheless.
"Here we are." She said sounding pleased as she held up a
thin brown file. "I've found it."
She took her seat and then proceeded to scan the pages
one by one making the occasional "Hmm" sound as she did.
Then she closed it with a flourish and placed it on the
side of the desk.
"Thank you for being patient. I thought I would just
refresh myself on Mika's history. Her mother came to work
in England as a translator. She found a flat and was
quite happy in her work until she met a man who worked in
the armed forces. They had a brief `romance' (I noticed
she said the word with some distaste rather like someone
having to pick up a wriggling worm) then she found out
she was with child. He left her as soon as she told him,
left her holding the baby if you'll excuse the pun, and
she never saw him again. She never pursued him, although
she could have done so legally and made him face up to
his responsibilities; instead she decided to have the
baby adopted. She didn't want anyone to know about the
child, especially her parents who would have been
appalled to hear of her pregnancy... you know huge disgrace
and all that... especially with a foreign barbarian." Here
she laughed and snorted. "Quite an apt term don't you
think for the kind of man he was? Any way she had the
girl and brought her here for us to look after, and in
doing so she agreed to renounce all responsibility of the
girl she had called Mika. We've cared for her as much as
we can, but Mika is quite a shy little girl in many ways
and can be withdrawn. She's rather timid with strangers,
so you're going to have your work cut out Georgiana,
although that particular kind of disposition may not
bother you in the bedroom. In fact am I right in thinking
it may be quite a turn?"
She knew me too well already. The picture of a little
girl watching in open-mouthed trepidation as I undressed
in front of her and bared my charms to her frightened
little eyes was delicious.
"Yes indeed." I drawled "Extremely satisfying."
By the look on Glenda's face it wasn't exactly keeping
her cool either, she gave a small cough and her face
flushed noticeably.
"Mika is four years old in a few months time she will
need to began schooling. Have you thought about that
Georgiana? Bearing in mind the private nature of the
things you and Mika are going to be indulging in
together, can you risk her talking about it to anyone
else? If you employed someone to educate her don't you
think she would guess what was happening even if the
child didn't actually tell her?"
I was beginning to see where she was heading.
"Go on."
She gave a half smile. "I see you're ahead of me but I'll
carry on anyway. If you were to employ me to educate her
then you wouldn't have any worries in regard to secrecy
would you?"
She was making herself so clear, her motives were like a
beacon as she laid out her case, I just wanted to hear
her say it, so I gave her the cue. I allowed a puzzled
expression to crawl across my face.
"Your use of the word `employ' seems strangely out of
place here Glenda. If you're going to be a millionaire,
why do you need a salary?"
Her eyes met mine in an amusement.
"Why are you fencing with me Georgiana, you know what I
want? Okay to say it openly; I want access to Mika on as
sexual as well as an educational basis. I wish to have
her in exactly the same way as you're planning to do on a
regular footing of say"... She paused there and raised her
eyes a fraction as she decided how often she wished to be
paid for her services.
"Shall we say...twice weekly?"
"You wish to have sex with the girl twice a week."
"Yes."
I found it no coincidence that Glenda had the same taste
for little girls as I did. After all she'd told me of how
her schoolteacher seduced her at a very early age and
educated her in the ways of lesbian love, the kind where
a grown woman uses a young girl for her own sexual
gratification. Only then it was Glenda doing the
gratifying. Where as now...? I decided to risk a hunch.
"I'm curious Glenda. When you were a little girl did
you're teacher take you a step further than body worship
perhaps? Were you also her toilet girl?"
She looked over the desk at me for a second, but then
gave a shrug of admittance followed by a wry smile.
"Yes. I was her toilet slave. She used me morning and
night. At first I hated it, but she was... shall we
say....persistent...and eventually I came to accept and then
love my duties. As I grew into a woman my teacher found
another girl and left me alone with my love of perverted
sex. And now as a mature woman in her forties I find the
role has been reversed. This time I'm the woman looking
for a young girl to provide me with sexual pleasure in
the way I once had to do for my Mistress."
There was one small detail bugging me.
"You say you've had two other clients. Two other girls
have been adopted by clients who wish to have them for
the same things as I do. Why didn't you suggest the same
arrangement, or at least make a proviso for sexual access
to the girls then. Or why indeed haven't you just taken
one of the girls here for a lover?"
"Firstly neither of the clients have the same tastes as
you. They wanted to make love to the girls, not take
advantage of them as you wish to. That's the kind of sex
I'm looking for; we share the same perverted kicks and
that's why I'm asking you, not them. Secondly, I'd never
dare risk a dalliance within the orphanage, the girl
would inevitably talk, how could she resist? That's why
my offer makes so much sense Georgiana? Think about it,
I'm the only person who can educate Mika and who you can
trust to keep things quiet. My proposition makes perfect
sense."
I knew it did and I had no qualms about sharing Mika with
Glenda. I found the woman attractive, her perverted
sexuality complimented my own, and I felt sure that
things were going to be very interesting.
"Very well it's a deal." I smiled.
Part 3: "Training Mika"
I took Mika home with me the next week after I'd signed
the adoption papers. Glenda explained to her that I was
her new Mother and from now on I was to be addressed as
Mama. With my signature on the document she was legally
mine. Mika was totally within my care and protection and
looking at the tiny princess as she sat on the seat next
to me I could hardly wait for our new life to begin.
Glenda was staying on at the orphanage until a new
Governess could be found. Then she planned to take to the
hills for the holiday of a lifetime before joining Mika
and I as her live in nursery school teacher. Mika looked
apprehensive as we drove home, her lively brown eyes wide
and fearful as they flickered from me to the window as we
sped down the winding country lanes and hedgerows. When
we finally pulled into the driveway I climbed out of the
car and walked over to the passenger door and opened it
for her to get out. She hesitated so I took her hand and
gently pulled her out and met her crestfallen face with a
friendly smile.
"Welcome to your new home Mika I'm sure you and I are
going to be wonderful together." I soothed. "Just
wonderful."
With that I led her into the house while my other hand
carried her suitcase, the sum total of her possessions. I
took her up to her newly furnished bedroom. Brightly
coloured wall paper depicted characters from children's
cartoons, so did the bedspread and pillowcases. I'd spent
the whole week making the room as friendly looking as
possible, she even had her own television in the corner
facing the bed. A selection of children's designer
clothes and kimonos filled the wardrobe. I wanted her to
have the best of everything, even down to the life-size
teddy bear sitting on her bedspread. For the first few
days she seemed happy enough to play with her toys and
watch the television in her room. I occasionally called
her downstairs to watch TV with me making sure she sat
close to me on the sofa. As the days went by she became
more accustomed to me, she even began calling me by my
new name `Mama' which I liked and our television watching
sessions became more regular. I was careful not to rush
things, but after a few days she didn't flinch when I
draped my arm over her shoulders and rested the other on
the top of her leg. Sometimes I would call her to me and
have her sit on my lap. I would flatter her with gentle
words, telling her how pretty she was as I slowly stroked
her dark silken hair and ran my other hand over her body,
feeling her soft young flesh beneath her clothes. She
came to enjoy my kind words and gentle caresses; leaning
back against my soft bosoms as I whispered into her ears,
I occasionally punctuated my endearments with tiny kisses
on their tips, and as her breathing turned to sighs my
caresses grew bolder and increasingly sexual.
"Do you like that Mika?" I whispered one evening as we
sat before a glowing fire. "Does it feel nice when I feel
the tops of your legs like this?"
She was wearing a cherry coloured kimono and a small
black sash around her waist. Her pale honey coloured skin
felt soft to the touch beneath my questing fingers. She
didn't speak, she rarely did and my hand crept higher as
my other began to slowly undo the sash. She whimpered as
I carefully cupped her bare pussy and rubbed my palms
gently against the puffy lips.
"Shush, everything's alright." I whispered. "Isn't that
nice now...um? Doesn't that feel wonderful darling."
She buried her face in my shoulders and I lifted a hand
to undo the buttons of my blouse. I popped them open one
by one and then carefully held my breath as I pulled back
the silken material to reveal my large creamy breasts
encased in a small daring brassiere. I nudged her head
ever so gently, until her face was pressing between them
and groaned as I felt her breath against my trembling
flesh. I couldn't stand any more. I released my hand from
Mika's pussy and placed it against my own and then gently
rubbed myself to a quiet, intense climax. Once my
breathing had returned to normal, I adjusted my clothing
and carried her to bed and lay the covers over her. She
was already asleep as I turned off the light and closed
the door; she didn't even stir when I bent down and
kissed her, nor my quiet whisper.
"You're coming to my bed tomorrow night little one, so
sleep well my love, you're going to need it."
I closed my eyes as I imagined her reaction when I
undressed and made her look at my mature body. Glenda was
right, I did like the idea of using her for my pleasure.
The thought of forcing her to do it excited me as well,
even though I really cared for her. Maybe that was the
whole point. I was obsessed with the child. How could
dragging anyone less than beautiful and innocent into my
bed be a turn on? How much more would my lust be awakened
by seducing my little Mika and forcing her charming face
into my steaming cunt!
It was a warm September, an Indian summer they called it.
The sun woke me up early filtering its early morning
light through the slats in my blinds and giving promise
to another glorious day. The school holidays had been
over for a week now and most of the kids were back at
school, which gave me the idea of taking Mika for a day
by the sea.
"Oh wow!" She squealed when I told her "Can I splash in
the sea? Can I have a bucket and a spade to make
sandcastles with?"
"Of course you can pet, whatever you like, we're going to
have a really nice day you and I."
I swung her up of the floor and kissed her forehead.
"Now go to your bottom drawer in your bedroom and you'll
see some swimming costumes. Just chose the one you like
and put it on beneath your dress."
"Oh Mama, Mama I'm going to the seaside, I'm going to
the seaside." She repeated in a singsong voice as she ran
to her room.
The costumes I'd chosen for her were all very brief, just
how they should be I thought, I wanted to gaze on her
nimble body while I lay in the sun fantasising about
making her work away in my bed later that night.
We drove down in my new sports car. I raised the roof to
send the wind rushing in and blowing out our hair. I wore
a scarf to protect my perm but Mika's hair blew out in a
dark wavy stream behind her. I put my foot down and the
engine gunned up sending us roaring along the winding
roads and causing the excited toddler to scream with
excitement.
"Mama, Mama, faster, faster."
I felt a thrill at the word Mama and felt pleased with
the way she was accepting me into her life as her
surrogate Mother. A smile lit my face as the sea peeped
into view around the next corner. We parked on the front
and stood by the iron railings overlooking the sea. Lines
of white breakers rolled onto the surprisingly crowded
beach. I sniffed disapprovingly at the bathers and
considered a flight to one of the Greek islands, perhaps
next week. It would give me a chance to try my new home
there, I'd told my agent to buy it for me but hadn't been
over yet. I decided to do so, it would be nice and
secluded away from the crowds, and it would give me and
my prospective little beau time to have some fun in the
open air as well as in the bedroom... ahem...and of course
the bathroom.... don't forget the bathroom... or maybe we
could do that outside as well! I took her jeans off
deciding to leave them in the car along with her t-shirt
and gave a sigh of appreciation as I saw her near naked
perfection clad in a skimpy pink bathing suit. He skin
was glorious, the most delicate shade of honey, what a
cute little body she had, just so perfectly formed, I
wanted to run my hands along it and thrill to its feel. I
knew she'd let me if I wanted to, she seemed happy to
give me access to her in that way after last night, but
it was my body I wanted her to worship and I gave a
wicked smile as I wandered how she'd cope with that.
Mika had a glorious time. She took to the sea like a fish
out of water, and I saw there'd be no need to teach her
to swim, even at her age she was a natural. I kept an eye
on her from my deck chair all the same, and smiled as I
watched her running into the waves as my depraved
thoughts causing havoc with my perspiring pussy. I swore
as a suntanned blonde blocked my view for a moment. She
had a figure to die for with firm pouting breasts and a
pert rounded ass which was almost bursting out of her
ridiculously small bikini. She swung her hips as she
strode across the hot beach, her eyes flitting over to a
group of boys playing football in the soft sand. I sighed
with relief once she was out of the way and I could gaze
once more on the object of my desires and dream my
afternoon away thinking of the coming night.
She slept on the journey home but woke up full of energy
as we pulled into the driveway. It was a quiet evening in
front of the fire again, with Mika sitting in my lap
while I thought of a way to steer her into my bed.
"Would you like me to tell you a nursery rhyme?" I asked
feeling my way round an idea.
"Is it a good one?" She asked.
"Oh yes, it's a very good one." I informed her brightly.
"You have to give me your hand so we can do it It's
something we can play together."
"Oh good." She trilled, her eyes smiling with glee.
I took hold of her tiny hand and began.
This little pig went to the market.
This little pig stayed home.
This little pig had roast beef.
This little pig had none.
This little pig cried "Wee, wee, wee, wee!"
All the way home.
When I reached the line that said "Wee, wee, wee!" I took
her hand and ran it along my stockinged leg and up to my
skirt.
"See." I cried. Joining in her squeals of mirth. "Your
hand is the little piggy. Do you want to play more?"
"Please! Please!" She cried.
Her eyes shone into mine with anticipation as she waited
for me to begin. I strolled through the rhyme in a bright
playful voice, matching her trustful gaze with mine. Then
when I cried "Wee, wee, wee!" I drew my skirt off my
thighs and with a firm grip, danced her hand all the way
up my stockinged legs to their tops. The next time was
the same except I added an extra element of fun by
pulling her head into my breasts which made her chortle
all the more.
"Again! Again!" She giggled "More Mamma!"
So I did. Only this time I made a great show of popping
open half the buttons of my top and spreading it open to
show the tops of my bulging breasts and tight bra, and
when I ran her hand up my thighs I didn't stop. I drew
her hand onto my panties and gave them a couple of firm
rubs against my pussy while simultaneously squashing her
laughing face onto the tops of my breast until they
wobbled and shook.
"Last buttons to go," I said in a hammed up voice.
"One!"
I unpopped another button on my top.
"Two!"
Another one came undone, and then the last. With a quick
shrug and a pull, I drew the silk top off my shoulders,
giving a matter of fact sounding sniff in an effort to
disguise my excitement. Her eyes widened a little at the
site of my black bra and spilling bosoms but I reassured
her with a smile, telling her it was all part of playing
the nursery rhyme, which she accepted. When I came to the
end of the rhyme this time, I ran her hand straight up my
leg and onto my knickers pressing it against my hairy
bush while squashing her giggling mouth into my orbs and
holding her there a moment longer before releasing her.
Her laughter suddenly dried up when I reached behind my
back and undid the fastening on my bra. She watched
mesmerised as the two bosoms, suddenly released from
their nylon cage sprang out like catapults and tumbled
down like shimmering jelly's. They flowed down to my
stomach, huge and intimidating, my nipples half an inch
long and throbbing with love and surrounded by huge
areolas. I was a big woman, certainly no lightweight and
the sight of them still gently swaying from side to side
made her pretty brown eyes go wide with fright. When she
managed to tear her gaze away she looked up to me for
encouragement. I gave her a smile accompanied by a
playful wink, feeling the laughter lines spreading across
my features.
"Do you like having fun Mika?"
A hesitant nod.
"Are you ready then? One more time, I had to take my
busters out to play it properly. Do you understand Mika?
You do want to play it properly don't you?"
A small gulp sounded in her throat as she looked down to
my pale breasts.
"Is this still the game?" she asked in a doubtful
sounding voice.
"Why of course it's part of the game dear. Trust me."
Part of my game I could have added but didn't, I was far
too horny to let anything stand in my way by then, and in
a musical voice I began again.
This little pig went to the market.
This little pig stayed home.
This little pig had roast beef.
This little pig had none.
This little pig cried "Wee, wee, wee, wee!"
All the way home.
At the words all the way home I placed her hand inside
the waistband of my panties to let it rest inside my
bush. She gasped at the feel of it and as her mouth was
open I pressed her face into my breast and fed a rubbery
nipple into her tiny mouth.
"Suck it now Mika The Little Piggy game was nice wasn't
it dear? Now we're going to play something else, it's a
very grown up game and I want you to do as I say."
Her mouth felt wonderful on my sensitive nipple as she
closed her lips instinctively on the tip and sucked, her
eyes meeting mine with a surprised and questioning look.
Mika was mine in every respect. Hadn't I just paid a
fortune for her after all? The thought that I could do
anything I wished with her behind locked doors sent a hot
shiver through my flesh.
"Yes that's it Mika honey, good girl, good girl. Keep
your lips around the nice nipple and suck it like a
lollypop."
I gently pulled her mouth away and guided it onto my
other mammary all the time cooing softly. She tried to
cry out when I held the back of her head and pressed her
forward, but her mouth was stuffed with my by now
engorged nipple, and all she could manage was a muffled
whimper. My actions were becoming heated; I felt like a
runaway train as my need for full-blown sex became more
insistent. I needed to do something about it. I let go of
her head and she pulled away from my breast giving me a
reproachful look which only served to excite me further.
Perhaps she picked up on some of the charged atmosphere
because a tear ran down her cheek as I stood up and
lifted her with me.
"Darling" I breathed "I'm taking you upstairs to my
bedroom. I want you to be a very good girl because I'm
going to take all my clothes off... we're going to play
those other games now."
"Wha... wha... what games Mama?" She blurted.
I held her in my arms and kissed her lips, not a motherly
kiss but a lovers open mouthed one as I caught her tongue
and sucked it into my mouth before letting it go and
pulling away with a wet smack.
"Like this but even more so." I groaned hotly as I pulled
her mouth back again and frenched with her for a further
two minutes ignoring her struggles as I clasped the back
of her head to prevent her escape.
"Sex with you." I murmured as I ceased the kiss and
carried her up to my bedroom to an accompaniment of her
cries and sobs.
"Take everything off except your panties Mika." I ordered
as I set her down on the bedroom floor.
"Why? Why do I have t...t..too." She cried.
"Because I've just told you to," I said angrily "Now do
as you're told."
"No!" She wailed. "Don't want to!" She cried sticking out
her lower lip.
"Right young lady" I replied. "We shall see about that!"
I pulled her shirt over her head and despite her cries
and struggles had her skirt off within seconds, leaving
her in her socks and panties. Her small semi-naked body
was open to my gaze as I in turn began removing my skirt.
I let if fall to the floor and then stepped out of it
leaving me in my stockings and knickers. The latter were
slid down unceremoniously - I was far to hot and
bothered to striptease my way out of them - and joined
the skirt in a heap on the bedroom carpet. Her crying
began in earnest as my hairy fanny stared back at her, a
dark forest of grey-flecked hair that I opened to her
gaze.
"This is Mama's hairy cunt." I said in a loud clear
voice. "And you're going to suck it until it gives you a
big drink!"
"Please don't." She sobbed and pleaded. "I don't want to
do that Mama, ple... Her words were suddenly choked off as
I thrust my hips forward and pulled her into my forest.
They changed into a muffled wail as I ground my cunt into
her mouth and squished my wetness against her lips nose
cheeks and eyes as I masturbated over her crying face.
"Yeah you're going to get it soon... Uh-Huh!...Uh-Huh!...Uh-
Hu" I shot out with each thrust. "I'm nearly coming, I'm
going to use your mouth for it honey...you're getting
everything. Use your tongue on my clitoris, it's that big
long thing sticking out."
I reached down and gave her little buttocks a stinging
whack when she didn't respond, an action which literally
stung her into action as her tongue tip began to diddle
my swollen clit end. That was it, it took no more than
that to make me spill over, and boy did I spill! I gave a
loud groan as my body gave a hard buck forward and shot a
fountain of cum into Mika's mouth. I felt it travelling
through my loins; an unstoppable force of thick white
woman cum, it flowed into her mouth and seeped from the
corners of her lips.
"Swallow it!" I demanded. "Drink my cum, don't waste it,
drink every drop! Ohhhh yes!...Keep on!...keep on!...keep on
honey!"
The room was alive with the sounds of sex as in a high
demanding voice I urged the young toddler to drink my cum
and she did, glugging and swallowing mouth full after
brimming mouth full as it jetted against the back of her
throat. Her noisy drinking turned me on even further so
that my words turned to moans as I cried out my joy at
her obedience, she was doing as she was told and I knew
we were making progress. My groans turned to gentle sobs
as I ruffled her dark hair with my hands, cradling and
caressing the beautiful little girl who was giving me so
much pleasure. I told her how well she'd done between
sobs, and how proud I was of her and how I was going to
teach her to do more for me soon. I released her head and
gave a low groan of lust as I saw her face covered and
dripping with thick white globs of cum which I began
scooping up with my fingers and popping between her lips.
"Lick it all off Mika, you're learning to do as you're
told and that pleases me." I said in a careful voice.
"But that was only the beginning. I want you to lay on
the bed with your head on the pillow, and then I'm going
to come over and sit on your face so you can be taught
how to suck my cunt properly."
She looked away and hung her head dejectedly as fresh
tears rolled down her face.
"Is this why you took me home Mama? Is this why you w-w-w-
ant me? She sobbed forlornly.
What was wrong with me? Those dammed tears were doing it
again. I don't know why, maybe I'm a sadist or something,
but I had the urge to make her cry even more just to keep
me horny. I leant over and grabbed her by the hair and
pushed my breast into her mouth, trying to stuff as much
of the ponderous globe inside her cheeks as I could.
"Mphh!Mphhh!" She spluttered with her eyes out on stalks.
"Oh god yes Mika! That's just right, that's exactly why
you're here you sexy little slut. You're one purpose in
life is to keep me happy with that cute little mouth of
yours for as long as I need it, so you'd better fucking
get used to it dear! Hmm!!" I grunted "Hmm!" As I shoved
harder. "Do you understand my little beauty? You're my
sex slave and you're here to satisfy my every wish."
I pulled my breast from her mouth and repeated the
question in a cross sounding voice.
"Well!"
She nodded sullenly.
"Say it!! I demanded loudly.
"Y-y-yes." She wept.
"What are you?" I persisted.
"You're s-sex s-s-s..."
"My sex slave you're trying to say. Say it properly. What
are you!"?
"You're sex s-s-s-slave." She stuttered brokenly.
"Good girl." I said in a kinder voice. I wanted her to
distinguish between when I was cross and when I was
pleased by the tone of my voice. She had to be trained to
keep me satisfied and would be rewarded by kindness if
she did and anger if she didn't.
"Now." I said briskly." Lay down on your back with your
head on the pillow."
I noticed with satisfaction how she jumped to obey
knowing by the tone of my voice that I meant business. I
gave a grunt of approval then climbed over her until my
knees walked passed her head and stopped with my flaccid
cunt lips poised above her. In a voice that sounded like
a teacher in front of the blackboard, I lectured her on
an adult's vagina, it's anatomy and it's pleasure spots
and how to stimulate them. Her eyes were wide and fearful
as I pulled back the clitoris's protective hood and
pushed it out like a miniature penis. My tone changed to
a kinder voice I told her how to stroke, suck and excite
my clitoris with her tongue, explaining that I wanted her
to stick it out. When she did I lowered myself down
slightly and traced the nub against it, cooing and
praising her as she wiggled the tongue tip against the
hard bud when I asked her to. I had her sucking and
licking at my cunt and clit for the next hour or so as I
sat above and instructed her how to please me orally with
one technique after another. I had three cums in her tiny
mouth, the last time I hunkered down hard and squished my
fanny to her mouth as I nearly fucked her face through
the mattress. The sounds of my heated cries, squeaking
bedsprings and clattering bedstead provided a torrid
sound track to the frantic action taking place.
Again she did well drinking my cum, even though I deluged
her with one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. I
had the feeling she was going to do well as my slave girl
and given time and straight talking all would be well. It
was time for me to lay out the truth and tell her, her
real role in my life.
"Mika." I said gently as we lay side by side.
She looked up at me with those lovely eyes; her hair damp
with sweat lying lank on the soiled pillow.
"I want you to know the reason why I brought you here.
You won't know anything about this, but I'm one of those
women that like little girls a great deal."
I smiled down at her feeling suddenly tender towards her.
My emotions were in turmoil as guilt, love and lust
swirled around and fought each another. I knew I had to
be honest with her, even brutally so; I bit my lip and
continued.
A woman has needs; her body has to be loved to make her
feel well. It needs a physical love which we call sex, it
needs to be given love in the form of sex, and that needs
to be done by a person she likes...or desires. I've been
looking for someone to make me feel good in this way for
sometime and hadn't really found that person. I like
little girls, not all women do, but I do, and I decided
the place to find one was at your orphanage. I looked at
all the girls in the orphanage and they were all lovely,
but as soon as I saw you I forgot all about them because
you're the prettiest.
I saw a light enter her eyes which spread across the rest
of her tiny face.
"Am I?"
"Yes darling by far. That's why I took you home; you had
to be lovely because I want you to spend the rest of your
young life with me. Only you can make me feel special.
Only you can make me feel good. To do that though I need
to teach you, I need to show you how to use your mouth to
give me pleasure. There are so many ways of doing it but
I promise I'm going to teach you each and every one. In
return you need to listen to what I say and then do the
very best you can. You'll know when you're doing well
because I'll make a lot of noise like I did just then,
and when you've done it properly I'll give you my juices
to drink. You did very well Mika, you drank my woman
juices so well, but next I would like you to drink
something else that comes out of my...umm." I needed to
find a word that we could both use for my vagina; perhaps
pussy was the best word for a little girl. "Pussy. My
pee, I'd like you to learn how to drink my pee Mika; it's
something that will excite me a great deal. That's all
part of making me feel good... exciting me, it leads me to
an orgasm, and that's your job my dear."
She listened to my words thoughtfully, digesting the
lesson I was giving her and then made a noise that
sounded like "umm" as though she had reached a
conclusion.
"So I live here to give you org-g-g..."
"Orgasms dear." I completed for her.
"Orgasms." She said fitting her tongue carefully around
the new word. "You said I was your sex slave. Does that
mean the same?"
"Yes dear."
"Oh" she sighed.
I stroked her face tenderly, running my fingers over her
small but perfect features and felt her skin pull
together between her eyes as she frowned.
"How do I drink...how do I drink your pee? What's it mean?"
"You're going to find out right now little darling. Get
off the bed and stand up." I commanded.
She did as I said, quickly this time, which was fortunate
as my bladder was nearly bursting with its need for
release. The springs creaked on the bed as I clambered
off with swaying breasts, and went and stood in front of
her. My cunt was too high, I wanted it level with her
mouth, so I went into a low crouch until it was only a
couple of inches from her face.
"This is your very first drink of my piss; the first of
may many more." I assured her "I want you to do your best
and drink it all up because then that will excite me, and
as you know that's your job."
"D-d-drink it!" She said anxiously.
"Open your mouth." I answered in a soft but domineering
voice.
She stood there with her mouth open and I began to piss
into it, a dark yellow stream of acrid urine that had
been stewing in my bladder for most of the afternoon. She
tried to turn her face away but I followed her with my
stream, aiming for her mouth and filling it. It jetted
out of me in such force that she didn't have chance to
spit it out, it just went straight down her throat in a
gurgling rush. She closed her mouth and screwed up her
face as she choked and gagged so that the piss splashed
off her cheeks and hair and drenched her completely. A
puddle began to spread across the carpet, enough to make
me clench my muscles and stop the flow with a
disappointed groan.
"Oh Mika." I tut-tutted as I shook my head and waved a
reproving finger at her. "That wasn't very good!"
I found it hard to get annoyed with her as I studied her
frightened face staring up at me, pee dripping off the
end of her nose in rivulets as she began to whimper. I
went over to the vanity unit and took out a tall glass,
which I placed against my drooping lips. I released my
bladder, sending a whoosh of hot urine into the vessel
which filled to the rim before I stopped. It smelled
strong and gave off a full heady aroma as I placed it in
Mika's trembling hands. I made sure she was cupping it,
then placed a hand around her own and tilted it back
towards her lips. I smiled at her expression; she looked
a little goofy, cross-eyed maybe as she tried to keep her
eyes on the approaching glass. I whispered her name as
she took her first sip and watched her face screw up in
displeasure at the taste. I tilted it back again making
sure more of the pungent liquid filled her mouth, I
didn't want to give her the chance to back out of another
sip.
"Gulp...Ohhh...Gulp....Gulp...Ohhh...Gulp!"
Down it went! True there was the occasional whimper but
that was quickly stifled as I gave the vessel another tip
until the only sounds remaining were the glug, glug, glug
of the drinking little girl plus one or two whispers from
yours truly as I coaxed her on. Just like drinking at a
bar I thought, except, well...maybe there were one or two
differences. For instance...it would have to be a lousy
concoction to have produced such a pained looking face,
not to mention the amount of liquid refreshment running
down the sides of her face, and come to think about it,
isn't it usual to make a satisfied `agghh' sound as you
put down your finished glass and not a disgusted "ugggh?"
In spite of all those things she drank the lot and I put
the empty glass back down again.
"That was nice Mika, you did so well, don't worry dear
you'll get used to it...I'll make sure you do." I added
meaningfully.
She gave a wan smile as she listened to my praise,
broader still as I bent forward to kiss her lips. I
sighed and took a step closer, then stood before her with
my blossoming hips near her face.
"I need to cum again darling." I whispered seductively
"Hold onto my buttocks as I fuck that sexy little mouth
of yours!"
Her hair felt soft in my hands as I ran my fingers
through her tresses, flexing and rolling my buttocks in
some insane parody of a belly dance as I whispered sweet
obscenities to her. For isn't that what little girls are
made for? For me it is! Oh yes, most definitely, most
definitely, definitely...and perhaps I thought darkly...
perhaps something else besides!
It took a week to have my passport amended. When it came
back it certified that I was the legal guardian of Mika,
a four-year-old girl in my care and protection. It had
been a good week for me. One of progress in our new
relationship as Mika began to accept her role as pleasure
servant. She got used to the taste of my urine, and drank
it with every meal out of the same tall glass, warm tangy
and filled to the brim. Even if she did pull a face, she
was drinking it, and that was the important thing as far
as I was concerned. The fact that I could see her
drinking my piss was so sexually provocative that I
usually made her go down on me shortly afterwards. She
was getting better with her ministrations in that respect
due to my guidance; in fact I'd go as far to say she took
pride in her ability to draw such a huge amount of noise
from me, even taking cues and varying her technique from
my moans.
Our week away was no less idyllic with Mika being so
excited at flying in my new private jet for the first
time that I had quite a job calming her down. I think the
blonde airhostess, who came with the aircraft, a tall
erudite Scandinavian, was in love with her. She saved a
special smile for the little girl whenever she came to
serve us and seemed unable to keep her eyes off her. Mika
was flattered by the beautiful woman's admiration, and I
lost count of the number of times she stopped and told me
how lucky I was to have such a pretty daughter. I think
it was the `ahhh' factor more than anything, at least I
think so, and there can't be that many women with the
same tastes as me, although one never knows. Look at
Glenda! Any way the little minx lapped it up; she even
fluttered her Minnie Mouse eyelids at her. The brazen
tease!
It's a miracle she arrived at Knossos unmolested - by the
airhostess that is - I needed to relieve myself quiet
badly after three glasses of champagne, and made her give
me her mouth in the aircraft bathroom for her
shamelessness with the woman. We finally arrived and
were met by a chauffeur who drove us through glorious
sunshine to our sumptuous villa which was perched on a
steep cliff top overlooking a glistening bay. It was
large enough to get lost in, and apart from our private
rooms there were an array of marvellously decorated guest
rooms. But if the rest of the villa was rich, ours was
even more luxurious. It felt like living in an Etruscan
vase with its exquisitely colourful wall friezes lining
the walls, all depicting scenes of island living. We had
a wonderful time together, the villa was secluded, which
for obvious reasons was important, but had a servant's
lodge situated a mile or so down the road. It was handy
enough for them to be at my beck and call when I needed
it, but far away enough away to give me total privacy
when I gave them a signal to withdraw. The reason I
mention the holiday at all in this narrative, is because
of the way me and Mika began to bond so well together as
Mistress and lover. She loved the highly status it
provided her with the villa staff - all poor locals who
were paid extremely well for their service and discretion
- and she had a glut of strawberry milkshakes served up
to her by her personal maid or anything else she might
have a whim for. She only had to make her wishes known
for them to be shamelessly indulged by the respectful
servants. Of course Mika knew all of this came at a
price, i.e. an understanding of my needs, which I have to
say she met with much more willingness than she had
earlier. It was idyllic in so many ways, we went horse
riding with an experienced guide who showed me how to
secure Mika in the saddle with me as we rode through the
beautiful countryside. After that we enjoyed cooling off
in quiet bays, just lazing in the warm water and
swimming. Sometimes we chartered a yacht and its crew,
and sailed around the island as we sunbathed on the deck,
or leant over the rail to watch the fishes with Mika
crying out in glee whenever she saw any that looked
particularly exotic. If her swimming skills were being
honed, then so were her sexual one's, she was going to be
as adept as Sharon before too long, praise indeed, for
I've never met anyone as talented in the oral department
as that sexy teenager. Of course there was one respect in
which Sharon was miles ahead of her, I hadn't introduced
Mika to anal oral yet and its natural progression into
ultimate toilet servitude, but I'd determined to remedy
that when Glenda took up her post. After Mika had got
used to her in a sexual sense, I thought the idea of us
using her together, for her first `eating' experience,
one after another as it were, had a certain wanton aspect
that appealed to me. What a depraved threesome that would
be, I could hardly wait.
Part 4: "We Three"
Glenda arrived a few weeks later. We'd finished our
holiday two weeks ago and arrived home in England just as
the winter was beginning to bite. The snow lay heavy on
the hedges and lawns of the grounds when I opened the
door to a suntanned Glenda-Hayton Smythe. We said hello,
how are you, did you have a good holiday and the rest of
the usual pleasantries, both of us feeling a little edgy
with each other at first until the chill began to thaw
over a glass or two of brandy before the study fire. Mika
was in her playroom with a new dolly or something or
other, leaving her new teacher and I to have a chat.
"I'm looking forward to beginning lessons with Mika, I
have some excellent teaching materials which I sent away
for before the holiday, they're really good." She said
brightly.
I pursed my lips over my fingertips as I mused over the
immediate future.
"Mmm...so when are you going to start? It's about time she
began her education I want her to have all the advantages
private tuition can bring."
"I agree Georgina...oh I do so agree with you." She
exclaimed in her plumy boarding school voice. "Mika's
going to have everything she needs to give her the very
best start, I'll see to that. We start tomorrow!"
The first week of Mika's education went well, I don't
know what she was taught I have to confess I left all of
that to Glenda, I had enough confidence in her abilities
for that. She enjoyed her lessons, and never tired of
telling me so, and after the first week she and Glenda
had settled down to a working pupil/teacher relationship.
It was another two weeks before Glenda came to see me
about taking the relationship further, in other words
she'd come for her first payment. I must admit it felt a
little strange to think of another woman having Mika for
a lover. Nevertheless I realized that was the deal I'd
agreed to, so what ever my feelings were, I gave my
consent for Glenda to take Mika for the night. The only
proviso I made was to hold off from any form of bum
sucking, ass-hole licking or any kind of arse worship for
the time being. I wanted that to happen when the time was
right. It would be her ultimate and final lesson prior to
her browning, and on that we both agreed. It amused me to
hear how Mika had become so bold compared to the timid
little thing she'd been when I first brought her home.
Glenda laughed as she told me how she'd caught the girl
trying to look up her skirt once or twice when she bent
over to pick something up, so much so that she'd had to
tell her quite firmly to keep her eyes to herself in
order to keep her mind on her lessons. It had made Mika
blush furiously and turn her face away to wipe away tears
of shame which her teacher had pretended not to notice.
She couldn't have known how much she'd excited the woman
with her childish attempts to see her body.
"I had a job to stop myself granting her wishes, but I
knew I'd have to leave all of that for later. I consoled
myself with the thought that she'd be getting more than
she ever bargained for when I ordered her into my
bedroom."
When it came to the big night I have to say she seemed to
take it all in her stride, much more than I had with Mika
when it was our first time. Cool and collected I'd say,
the way she flounced into the living room where Mika was
tee heeing at cartoons on the television. Wearing an
shapely white blouse to accentuate her willowy breasts,
and a hip hugging navy skirt - perhaps a little shorter
than usual - plus a pair of black glossy stockings she
was dressed simply yet elegantly. Her face was shiny and
glowing with health, and I guess she'd spent some time in
the sauna; she looked marvellous. She'd discarded her
usual teachers hair bun to let it flow down past her
shoulders for the first time since she's been here, and
although she was never what I'd have called beautiful in
the classic sense, she had on occasions like this, a
sexuality which made me catch my breath for a moment and
stop lusting after little girls.
She stopped, hands on hips, no more than a foot or so
from the pony-tailed child with a knowing look in her
eyes.
"Mika."
"Umm?"
"Turn around please."
She prized her eyes away from the screen and turned
around.
"Ohh?"
"I'd like you to come upstairs with me Mika."
Her eyes shot up to mine questioningly but I nodded my
affirmation of her words.
"Do as Miss Hayton-Smythe tells you Mika."
Glenda gave a brief smile and held out her hand. Mika
stood up with a further glance of trepidation in my
direction and a worried almost besieging one in Glenda's...
and slowly placed her hand in hers. I have to say I felt
more than a little guilty as the tall woman led the
pretty youngster up the stairs. She looked so tiny in
contrast to the adult; I felt it difficult to reconcile
myself to the sight of them both naked and striving on
Glenda's double bed together. Most women would think the
whole concept absurd, sick certainly, but wasn't that the
whole point for such dark creatures as Glenda and I?
I heard the bedroom door close with a definite thud and
reached over for the brandy bottle, pouring myself a
large measure as my eyes watched the television screen
without seeing anything at all. I swigged the whole glass
down in one gulp feeling a warm flush suffuse my face and
spread through my body. I poured another as I tried to
bury my conciseness in the antics of the animated
caricatures on the TV screen. For a while I succeeded, I
hadn't been able to calculate how I'd feel when it
actually came to Mika going off with another woman like
that, now I was finding out the hard way and I didn't
like it one bit. I froze suddenly as I heard something, a
sound from upstairs but I didn't know what and I reached
for the consol to turn off the volume. I suppose it was
morbid curiosity which made me torture myself that way,
but I crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. I
heard Glenda's voice; distant, yet clear enough for me to
interpret its tone, it sounded soft yet firm as though
she was explaining something to the girl. There was
silence for a while, and then just as I was about to
return to the living room and attack the brandy again, I
heard Mika gasp only for the sound to be stifled by a
sudden "Mphh!"... I guessed what had sealed her mouth as
soon as I heard the first low moan escape the woman's
lips and the familiar rhythmatic creaking of the large
double bed, the same sounds I make when I'm fucking her
mouth!
I felt terrible the next morning. Apart from the hangover
I'd hardly had any sleep. Each time I woke I was greeted
by the sounds of sex drifting through my bedroom walls.
Sudden cries, keening moans and gabbled sentences
disturbed my sleep again and again. Then there would be
silence for a while and just as I was drifting away it
would begin again, consuming me with jealousy, yet making
me sweat with lust. I finally managed to get to sleep
sometime after six and woke up five hours later feeling
awful. Glenda's manner on the other hand was bright and
breezy; she seemed on top of the world that morning and
informed me there wouldn't be any lessons until after
lunch as `Mika's just getting a little extra beauty
sleep'. I wasn't surprised. I had to laugh though when
later on Mika described the noises Glenda made in bed;
`Like a doggy.' Then she made a series of panting noises
followed by cries of `aaoooh aooohhhs!!' Seriously
though, I decided our bedrooms were too near to each
other and had Glenda's bedroom moved to the end of the
wing putting as much space and as many walls between us
as I could, and after that I heard nothing more to
disturb me. Things went along fairly well from then on,
with us two adults sharing our girl's favours, me five
times a week and Glenda twice. Then one evening when
Glenda and I were in the study sharing a companionable
drink before retiring for the night she mentioned a
subject dear to my heart.
"I'm enjoying my time here so much Georgina. I like being
here with both of you so much. I'm beginning to think of
you as a friend and I like that. It's been difficult
making friends, I mean real friends, I've been so busy at
the orphanage and it didn't leave me any time for a real
social life. Living here is wonderful because I have
everything I need. I have your friendship Georgina... I
hope?"
I reached over and patted her knee affectionately. "You
know you have, I think you're marvellous Glenda."
She smiled and squeezed my hand in hers.
"Thank you. As I say I don't need to go anywhere else for
a social life, or love life for that matter, Mika sees to
that. Everything's just hunky dory for me, but I want to
ask you a question. Remember you talked about training
Mika for toilet servitude...full toilet servitude?"
I nodded slowly and smiled inwardly, for I knew where
things were going.
"You think its time?"
"Yes I do Georgina. I think its time." She affirmed.
"So do I. I've waited for a while, I wanted her to get
used to the situation... you know, her having two
Mistress's and all, not just serving me but her
schoolteacher as well, it takes some getting used to I'm
sure, but you're right, you've been here for two months
now and I think its time also. I was thinking of a
threesome Glenda I'd like us to take turns with her, I
want to see her eat from you first and then I'll take
over."
"Oh darling, that sounds just heavenly." She sighed
rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
"Thought you might like it." I grinned nefariously.
"Isn't she such a darling? What is it about girls Mika's
age Glenda? Why do I feel that way about them? When most
women see a pretty child it makes them come over all
maternal and protective. With me it's so different, it
makes me all..." I searched for an appropriate word or a
clever sentence, which would express my feelings in an
intellectual way that Glenda might respect but after a
moment, gave up in frustration. "Oh just horny goddamit!"
I spat.
Glenda gave an earthy chuckle, her eyes sparkling with
amusement, and then she reached over and squeezed my
knee.
"You mean other women want to pick them up and mother
them while you want to sit on their face's and smother
them." She guffawed.
I joined in her laughter, it was a witty remark but so
dammed true, I just find children so irresistible even
little boys can get me going if they're cute enough.
"I know what you mean though." She agreed. "I'll put it
more crudely than you dear. If I catch an eyeful of a
little cutey I mentally juxtapose her face between my
thighs, or better still, wedged half way up my sweaty
ass!"
Our laughter filled the room, and then gradually died
down until the room was silent again except for the
crackling fire in the old fashioned hearth. Glenda picked
up her glass and took a sip of the golden liquid, her
handsome face pensive as she stared at the flames. Then
she came out of her reverie and gave a deep sigh as she
turned towards me.
"So it's really going to happen Georgina" She sighed
breathily, "we're going to shit in her mouth
tomorrow...she's really going to eat our shit?"
"Yes honey", I said thickly "Have a bowl of bran flakes
before you go upstairs. Make sure she feasts on you
tomorrow evening."
"Yeah." She said returning her face to the fire with a
faraway expression on her face. "We're gonna getcha
little girl. We're gonna getcha reeel gerrrd!"
Part 5: "The Toilet Girl"
Neither one of us used the toilet that morning. We both
found it uncomfortable and even though I'd deprived
myself for Sharon's benefit before, it was something I
hadn't really mastered yet. It was quite amusing looking
in on the classroom while Mika sat at her desk and stared
up at a row of letters on the blackboard. With an eager
almost fervent expression written across her glowing
face, Mika spoke out the name of each letter as her
teacher pointed to each one on the board with one hand
while painfully clutching her stomach with the other as
she did. I have to say I faired little better myself and
I was more than relieved (wrong word, that would come
later) when it came to six o'clock, the time we'd agreed
to call Mika into the living room for a little chat.
"Sit between us Mika." I said pointing to a space we'd
left for her on the sofa. She was in a playful mood as
she ran giggling to dive between us and I had to tell her
to calm down with a firm admonishment of `Now Mika just
behave and listen to what we have to say' until she sat
quite still effecting a contrite expression which looked
a mite to sincere to be genuine.
"Me and Miss Hayton-Smythe here are going to be doing
something new with you tonight." I began.
"Erm Georgina, may I interrupt for a second." Asked
Glenda.
"Yes." I said frowning slightly.
"I've told Mika to call me Glenda after school hours...it
seems a little formal considering the kind of after
school...er...recreation we indulge in." She said with an
apologetic shrug of her shoulders. I gave a quick sniff
followed by a smile of understanding which she returned.
"Quite so. This is going to be your first night with me
and Glenda together." I continued. "You're going to be
serving both of us when we go to bed. It's your first
time with two adults but I'm sure you won't let either of
us down."
Mika's eyes shot from me to Glenda her mouth let out an
`Ohhh' of wonder at this new piece of information.
"Both of you Mamma? Will I get tired, it's a lot to do, I
don't know if..." Her voice trailed off doubtfully.
"Don't worry Mika, I know you can do it", Glenda assured
her "I have every confidence in you. You have exceptional
skills for your age."
"Yes that's right", I confirmed "and tonight we shall be
exploring a new aspect of child to female adoration. Up
till now you've made love to the front of our bodies...well
now we're going to teach you how to make love to the
other side, or to be more precise our posteriors, our
bottoms."
Mika stared at me blankly as I continued.
"We've been holding this off for sometime Mika. Glenda
and I wanted to be sure you were ready for it. Now we
feel that you are, and we both agree that you've become
an excellent mouth girl, both in body worship and toilet
servitude. It's time to take both aspects to their final
conclusion. After tonight you'll be fully adept at
pleasing our bodies with your lips and tongue. So far" I
continued sweetly "we've given you our bodily nectars to
drink and you've done very well Mika. I think I can speak
for Glenda in this as well."
Glenda nodded and murmured that indeed I could.
"Now that you have mastered drinking, we feel it's time
to move on and give you our bodily fruits."
Now Mika looked really puzzled.
"What we are going to give you tonight Mika, is very
precious. Consuming our body fruit is the final act of
adoration we require and indeed demand of you. After you
have accomplished this act you will be ready to perform
this for either one, or both of us on a daily basis." I
put my hand under her chin and smiled into her wide shiny
eyes. "Darling you're going to eat our shit." I whispered
softly. "Now come upstairs and we'll begin."
Glenda and I rose from our seats but Mika froze and
continued staring blankly. I looked at Glenda who
shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
"Maybe you aught to carry her up." She suggested.
I gave a nod and put my arm under her knees and lifted
her up into my arms, then carried her upstairs with Glena
following behind.
The bedroom was well lit. In contrast to the usual soft
lighting it was bright and harsh tonight, almost clinical
in the way it showed every detail of the room. I had
decided it should be this way; I wanted Mika to see every
part of us in vivid detail. I stooped down and placed her
on the large double bed. The sheets were swept back to
reveal a yellow rubber sheet covering the mattress, I
placed her on top of it and she looked up at me with a
defiant expression.
"No Mama, I'm not going to eat your shit." She squealed.
"Don't want to! Won't!" she yelled in a tantrum.
"Don't be silly Mika, you're going to. Haven't I just
explained, if - "
She stuck her tongue out and waggled her fingers in her
ears at me. Angry now, I took a step towards her.
"Georgiana." Glenda interrupted me and then motioned me
to the other side of the room with her. Grimacing I
followed her, and stood by the dressing table where she
whispered into my ear.
"I think it would be best if we humour her Georgina love.
We've both agreed that one way she's going to eat from us
anyway, so lets try it my way I'm sure she'll respond to
a little flattery and kindness."
"Umm...Ok." I agreed. "Let's get out of these clothes
then."
Mika was watching us suspiciously, she looked cross but
adorable and I decided to tease her a bit further with a
slow provocative strip. Glenda undressed at the same
time, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off
her shoulders. My friend watched as I placed my foot on
the bed and slowly peeled my stockings down my legs. I
watched Glenda, it was the first time I'd seen her nude,
and my eyes followed every movement she made as she
pulled off her bra to reveal her breasts. They were long
and slim just like the rest of her, curving gently
upwards towards the ends and capped by the sexiest pair
of nipples I've ever seen, they reminded me of
Strawberries and cream. The pink areolas weren't anything
as large as mine, but the throbbing fingers of flesh
growing out of them were the longest I've ever seen. She
smirked as she noted the look of appreciation on my face
and placed her fingers in the waistband of her knickers
and tugged them down her legs. I find the sound of silk
panties swishing their way down a sexy pair of stockings
simply irresistible, and gave an involuntary shiver as
she kicked them into the air and caught them in her hand.
My gaze swept downwards past her flat belly where she had
a neat tuft of blonde hair sprouting from between her
thighs. I mentally compared my unkempt meadow to her
neatly mown lawn and promised myself not for the first or
last time to do something about it.
Mika still looked bad tempered, as I took Glenda in my
arms and pressed my body into hers as I decided to
tantalize her a little further. Glenda's eyes widened in
surprise, but when she saw I intended to kiss her they
flashed with pleasure and then closed as my lips covered
hers in a long sensual kiss. I couldn't get enough of
her, nor her me; I'd wanted to do this since I first saw
her and knew she must have felt the same way. We traded
tongues and drank each others spit as we ate into each
other's cheeks with wild abandon, only pulling apart when
we ran out of breath and gasping loudly as we did. Our
eyes met in a silent understanding as I uttered a breathy
"tomorrow" to which she nodded a silent `yes'. But
tonight it was Mika who was to be the centre of
attention. Sitting bolt upright with her arms folded
stiffly in front of her, she looked for all the world
like a disapproving mother about to scold two naughty
children. I tried not to laugh as I pulled my knickers
down while Glenda's eyes bore into my hairy fanny.
"I want my face in there tomorrow night," she whispered
huskily.
"I'm in love with the thought." I breathed back with my
lips touching her ear.
Mika's eyes followed me as I went to the draw and
rummaged around until I pulled out a pair of long pink
ribbons.
"I've been saving these for just this occasion. Undress
yourself Mika, everything off except your panties." I
ordered.
"No!"
"You will!"
"Won't!"
I bristled with anger and was just about to jump on her
tear her clothes off by force when Glenda cut in.
"Mika, you do still want me to take you to the pictures
don't you?"
I held my breath. Glenda was referring to a new
children's film which had just come out at the pictures.
It had been advertised on television and Mika had been
pestering us relentlessly to go and see it until finally
Glenda had agreed to take her.
"Yes." She said sulkily sensing what her teacher was
going to say.
"Well then, do as we ask you and you'll still be able
to." She said firmly.
It had the desired effect; Mika pulled her jersey over
her head and laid it by her side and then removed her
vest and slacks until she was clad in nothing but her
small pink panties.
"Good." Smiled Glenda patting the seat in front of the
dresser mirror. "Come over here and sit on the stool."
Mika edged her way over to the edge of the mattress until
her legs were dangling over the edge and then let go,
dropping onto the carpet with a soft thud before trotting
over to the stool and climbing up. I melted as I saw her
looking critically at her reflection in the glass and
screwing up her small nose in dissatisfaction.
"Don't worry sweetie-pie," I laughed as I began brushing
her long hair, "we'll soon have you looking like a
princess."
I envied Mika her hair as I swept it down past her bare
shoulders in midnight waves. I'd have given anything to
have owned such luxury in my modelling career, but like
all very young girls she never knew how lucky she was.
Finally satisfied, I stepped back to let Glenda take
over. She produced the silk ribbons and started tying her
hair into pigtails, her brows knitted in concentration as
she twisted her hair into two long braided lengths while
Mika pulled faces at her through the mirror.
"Ok Madam." She said stepping back with her hands on her
hips "Stand up and lets have a look at you."
She took her time to climb off the stool but finally slid
down and stood in front of us with a haughty expression,
which suddenly turned shy and vulnerable as she saw the
hunger in our faces. I gave a low whistle of appreciation
as I eyed her waif like body clad in nothing but pink
panties and ribbons. I loved the sexiness of it all and
knew Glenda felt the same, right then I think we'd have
fought each other to the death to be the first to get her
between our thighs.
"Umm I don't know which way I like you best, either cross
and angry or shy and bashful." I joked trying to make
light of my lust.
"Well I don't mind how you look dear." Glenda smiled
sweetly. "I think you look beautiful."
With that she bent down, draped her arms over the child's
shoulders and gave her a hot smoochy kiss just the same
as she'd done with me. Talk about getting in first, as
soon as she broke the kiss she swept Mika off her feet
and sat her on the edge of the bed and then bent down
once more to give her another long tender kiss. I could
see Mika was pleased, she was blushing and beaming all
over the place as she met Glenda's loving smile with her
own. It looked as though Glenda was going to go first
with Mika. The question was silent but the meaning was
clear a she looked over to me with her eyebrow raised as
she asked permission to continue. I nodded my
acquiescence and she smiled a thank you before turning
her back to the girl and bending at the knees to show the
youngster her buttocks for the first time. I walked over
to the other side of the room to get a good view myself.
I have to say she had a hell of a sexy ass, it wasn't as
big as mine, but that wouldn't have been difficult, the
size of ...well we won't go into that, anyway it looked
great I have to say. Pale and alabaster, with a tan line
where her bikini bottoms had been, it was almost smooth
except for two brown moles and a fetching little dimple
on one of the fleshy globes. The cheeks weren't as firm
as they had been in her youth though and now in her
forties they were loosing some of their firmness and
sagging slightly, which in a strange way gave the whole
thing a mouth watering lewd appearance, especially the
dark cleft dividing them.
She looked over her shoulders to gauge Mika's reaction
and was pleased by the look of anticipation in her eyes.
"Do you like them Mika?" She said in a low voice.
"Umm." She nodded eagerly.
"Would you like them to by your friend?"
A smile split Mika's face, a huge smile that made her
eyes into slits of delight.
"Ohh yes, I'd like dat Glenda." She beamed.
I blinked, I could hardly believe how the girl was
falling for Glenda's charm; she positively thrived on it.
I bit my lips in chagrin but wasn't so stupid as to
ignore what was happening. Even though I'd succeeded in
having Mika please me, and I have to admit she was
obedient to my demands, if Glenda's approach worked
better then I was all for changing my approach to the
child.
"Ohhh... your such a good little girl." She cooed softly.
"Show me how clever you are and give my bottom a nice big
kiss."
Mika leant forward just as Glenda pushed backwards,
causing her buttocks to collide and envelope the girl's
face in her pale wobbling flesh.
"Mpphhh!!!"
"Kiss them darling, nice little kisses at first and then
big sexy one's."
Mika got over the impact and like a hungry woodpecker
began raining kisses over her buttocks until the bedroom
was full of wet smacking sounds. Glenda rolled her
buttocks in her face inviting Mika to make the kisses
bigger and wetter until after some five minutes later she
sighed and splayed the cheeks apart. The bright bedroom
lights showed her anus in stark detail to the curious
child. The rosebud was pinky grey and glistening slightly
and had one or two stray hairs curling around it. I was
knocked for six when Mika planted her lips around the
hole and kissed it without even being asked.
Glenda was too, her eyes widened in surprise for a moment
and she looked back at me in astonishment, not that she
was complaining though, I think she could hardly believe
her luck!
"Ohh Mika" she exclaimed, "that's nice... do it again. Give
it a really big kiss."
This time her tiny face almost disappeared into the shit
trench as she obeyed her lover's wishes and frenched with
her sweaty arsehole. I groaned and began playing with my
clit, my fingers strumming the tip as I watched the horny
sight through narrowed eyes.
"Yes. Yessss...stick it out darling! Stick out your tongue
and put it in me." She groaned. "Do me! Taste my
hole...Make love to it!"
I stepped forward and pushed Mika's head forward
flattening her cheeks against Glenda's asshole. Whether
it was my action that caused it or simply a measure of
her excitement I don't know, but Glenda suddenly farted
into her devotee's mouth filling it up with smelly ass-
gas, it sounded like an explosion in an empty cavern.
Mika moaned but carried on with even more gusto than
before. I opened my mouth in amazement; not only didn't
she mind, she appeared to be loving it! I watched as
woman and girl moaned in unison as they both participated
in this beautiful but sordid sex act. For the next half
hour or so, Glenda urged the girl to go deeper and
faster, until with a cry of anguish she pulled away from
Mika's chapped face.
"I need to go Mika...Oh god! Open your mouth darling!" she
wailed.
Mika backed away looking frightened. I knew by the site
of my friend's pulsing anus and sweating forehead that it
was now or never. I reached over and closed my fingers on
Mika's nose, leaving her no choice but to open her mouth
to breathe. Glenda saw what I'd done and quickly lowered
her twitching hole to her lips as it suddenly splayed
open to shoot out a long sludgy sausage of poop. It slid
out at such speed that it was in her mouth before she
knew it, coiling around inside as though it had taken
over the place, which of course it had. Glenda squeezed
her sphincter to prevent the rest of the load shooting
out and whirled around to kneel beside the heaving Mika.
Four inches or so of ropy shit was sticking from her
mouth and drooping down as though ready to break off.
Glenda held it in her hand to make sure it didn't as I
stood masturbating at the disgusting scene.
"Please Mika" She pleaded. "Chew it up for me. Start
chewing and then it'll break up for you to swallow.
You're such a special girl, do it for me. If you do,
you'll be a big girl...that's what big girl's do...it is...
really it is!"
Mika streaming eye's softened as she listened to Glenda's
begging, and as she did her jaws started moving. I let
out a loud growl of lust and squirted a jet of cunt cream
all over the face of the chomping child, splattering her
face, hair, and the end of the disappearing turd in hot
white cum. Her eyes met mine for a moment as she saw me
crying in ecstasy but she didn't stop chomping and
gurgling as she continued to eat her foul meal, and then
seconds later she gulped. She began a series of gulps and
gurgles, and carried on until her mouth was empty which
she proved by tilting her head back, then opening it and
sticking her brown smeared tongue out, even running it
over her cheeks to lick some of my glistening cum.
"All gone, all gone. I'm a big girl now"! She cried
proudly.
"Good girl. Mama's so proud. Oh Mika my little precious."
I cried. "Mama's so pleased with you darling."
Her eyes lit up with pride as she beamed back at me the
same way as she had with Glenda.
"Want more honey?" asked Glenda in a voice that sounded
somewhere between a question and an entreaty. "I've lots
more to give you darling...Lots, lots, lots and I want you
to eat it all up like a big girl does."
Once again she stood by the bed and bent forward at the
waist, lowering her arse to Mika's mouth. Mika braced
herself seemingly determined to see her role as a toilet
girl through to the end, and opened her mouth as wide as
she could. Glenda's dripping asshole twitched twice as
she grunted, and spread apart as another greasy turd,
this one reeking more than the first, began crackling its
way slowly down onto the girls outstretched tongue and
then began piling on top of it. It became apparent that
Mika's tongue couldn't support the weight of so much crap
and she had to draw it back into her mouth, bringing the
turd in with it while keeping her jaws wide open to catch
the rest of the creaking yellow and brown waste. Still it
kept coming, Glenda moaning and grunting through a fierce
orgasm and Mika chomping and slurping as fast as she
could while the shit continued winding its way down - now
covering her munching mouth and cheeks in a stinking
coiled up pile until Glenda gave a sigh of relief and
ceased her ablutions.
"Mmmm...gulp! Gulp! Mmmmmmmmm! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Mmm,
Mmm...Gulp!!!"
Gurgling and chomping she finished one mouthful after
another with Glenda helping to spoon in the pile resting
on her cheeks, until eventually after what seemed like
ages but I guess must have been about five minutes it was
gone and Mika opened her empty mouth in triumph again.
I could see everyone was spent except me, who had rather
a large penny that still needed spending. We spent the
next few minutes praising her until her face was blushing
with pleasure and her chest was puffed out fit to burst.
I noticed her stomach was swollen from her large meal and
I just hoped she could find room to take mine as well.
"Mika dear, it's time for Mamma to take her poo poo now
and she wants you to be a very, very, brave big girl and
eat it all up just like you did with Glenda's."
"Yes Mamma, give me your poo!" She chirped. "I'm a big
girl now!"
Quick before she changes her mind I thought as I pushed
her gently onto her back and then climbed on the bed
after her. I squatted over her and stopped with my fat
buttocks inches from her face. Gripping the bedstead I
gave a rough grunt and released the monster that lay
within my bowels. It slid out like a giant truncheon,
forcing its way past out of the ring and making me wince
with pain. Dark brown and in places almost black it was
huge with winding ridges. Mika looked up with fear in her
eyes as she saw it getting closer and closer to her tiny
mouth. I gave another grunt as it dropped onto her face
and fell to the rubber sheet. I groaned in disappointment
but turned around and picked it up. Once more the brave
little girl opened her mouth and I began pushing the
knobbly end between her lips. Somehow she managed to
encompass its girth even though her jaws were nearly
stretched open to breaking point - and once more she
began chewing. I could hear the wet slopping of Glenda
rubbing her cunt and looked round briefly to see the
blurred pistoning movement of her hand as she let out a
series of desperate whimpers. Inch by inch I continued
feeding the dark menacing clod into her mouth. At one
point I feared she was running out of saliva so I pulled
the turd from her mouth and crouched down to piss down
her throat. She gulped down a few mouthfuls and then I
pulled away, I would give her the rest later. Right now I
wanted to leave enough room in her tummy for the rest of
the shit stored in my bowels. The wetting helped and now
she began eating with more gusto as I fed her the
remaining lump. Then it was gone and I took my place over
her mouth again, this time it slid straight in and she
was able to chomp her way down to the end until her mouth
was empty. We repeated the procedure four more times
until Mika had eaten six of my turds in total, and her
eyes were closed with exhaustion. She had done it!
I opened my mouth in amazement at the sight of Mika's
bulging stomach which looked huge and gross on her tiny
body. I groaned aloud at the thought of Glenda and me
transferring the contents of our insides into hers. It
took some time but eventually I managed to get Glenda on
her back with Mika laying face down between her thighs as
I in turn positioned my self over her and lowered my
hairy cunt onto her tiny buttocks. Then I began fucking
myself down while Glenda held onto her bobbing head and
rubbed her cunt over her face and mouth. My thrusts
became harder and wilder as I slammed my crotch against
her chubby little hillocks, while Glenda babbled and
swore as I slapped my wetness onto the girl's flesh again
and again until I gave a mighty cry and sprayed her ass
and the rubber sheet with my orgasm. Finally it was over
and all three of us were exhausted from the evening's
exertions.
This brings me to the end of our story. Mika and Glenda
have been living with me for three years now. Mika is our
toilet. We take turn to use her as such every day and she
is proud to comply. I'm happy to take each day as it
comes and enjoy it while I can. Who can tell what the
future may bring?
THE END
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