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Forbidden Needs Part 6

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The story continues...Although the tale of Brittany and Susan's
journey to France is mentioned only briefly  here, it may feature
later as a story in it's own right. I hope you enjoy the continuing
account of Forbidden Needs. You must be over eighteen




The Proposition.


Donna looked down at the sleeping girl beside her in the large
comfortable bed they shared. Long strands of sweetly scented hair
kissed her cheeks and spread out across the pillow as she enjoyed a
happy dream, the shadow of a smile playing across her lips the only
clue. Her mother yawned and looked over at the clock. It read seven
thirty of the last morning they would spend together for six whole
weeks. Donna not only loved her daughter. She was in love with her. A
subtle difference in a sentence, which made a world of difference to
the kind of relationship they had together. They had been lovers for
the last six months, a fact shared by only one other person, Donnas'
best friend Susan. It was Susan who had once joined them for a
memorable ménage-trois, which had lasted throughout the night. In five
hours she would be here again, but not to stay this time. No, she
would be taking Brittany away from her. Six weeks!!!.... How on earth
could she survive, what an awful prospect to be away from her darling
little girl for so long. She sighed and stroked the child's ears with
gentle fingers. It would do no good at all feeling sorry for herself
when the situation was partially her own fault.

It had begun a week ago when David and Jean (Mr and Mrs Stone) had
asked if they could speak to her on a particular matter that was
apparently important to all of them.  David had welcomed Donna into
their home and invited her to take a seat in their large and
comfortable living room before he joined his wife on the sofa
opposite. She studied them both for a moment. Jean was a neat almost
prim woman of forty-eight, thinner than her and a head or so smaller.
She had a pretty face though, Donna thought, permed midnight hair and
with such large pretty eyes fringed with the sexiest long black
eyelashes; she wondered if she had secret depths hidden far away
beneath the rather mundane persona she tended to display. Her husband
David looked like a rather ordinary person, going to seed somewhat,
with thinning hair and a middle-aged paunch. They weren't really her
friends or even her kind of people, she knew that. In fact the only
reason she tolerated their company was because of their daughter
Amanda. A picture of her sweet upturned face sprang into her mind, she
was back in her house alone with her, and they were kissing... Oh
bliss!

"We want to talk to you about Amanda." David Stone said.

Donna jumped out of her romantic reverie with a guilty blush. Were her
thoughts so transparent? Was he reading her mind?

"We know you like her."

"Well yeah, she's a nice kid..." began Donna with a slight frown as
the first stirrings of panic (namely the fact that the girl was only
eleven years old) welled up in her throat. "I mean of course...."

 "No, I mean you really like her Donna" David smiled as he put
emphasis on the word 'really' . We've both noticed the way you look at
her and how she blushes whenever you do. Don't get frightened...
please, just let me continue. I know some of this might seem strange
to you.  You're probably afraid that I'm going to be hostile.  Let me
start off by saying that I know what you and Amanda have been doing, I
know how you kissed her and would probably have gone further if
circumstances had allowed you to.  Frankly I don't think it's any of
my business even if you had.  All I can see is the enchantment and
love written all over Amanda's face, and that makes me very happy
indeed."



	"I . . ."

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


Donna was pensive as she absorbed this latest revelation. A woman
taking an eight-year-old boy for her lover was no more peculiar than
the idea of her and Amanda or Brittany come to that, it was . . .

"Donna."

Donna swung her head towards Jean as she snapped out of her reverie,
dimly aware her mouth was wide open she closed it and then raised an
eyebrow questioningly deciding to deny everything to the police if
that's what all this was about.

"You haven't a thing on me, I did noth. . . ." 

"No dear, don't jump to the wrong conclusions," soothed Jean "just
hear us out. David isn't mad at you, nor am I dear, we're not the kind
of people to condemn anyone. You see David had an unusual childhood,
one that he told me of as soon as we fell in love, and it didn't spoil
anything. It's been the best thing that ever happened to him apart
from. . . ."

They were in love, enveloped and embraced by it, an entity in itself
that bound them both together so strongly that for a moment  Donna
regretted the way she was, she knew her own personal needs would never
allow her to experience the normal love of a man the way any other
women could.

. . . "Apart from you, my love." David continued as he placed his hand
tenderly over his wife's.

Her face lit up and they shared a warm smile before she resumed.

"We've spoken to Amanda. She thinks a lot about you Donna, in fact
she's in love with you."

 Donna blinked stupidly for a moment, expecting the dream to evaporate
any second. But it didn't, this was real life, it was actually
happening! Amanda's parents were calmly telling her they knew of her
illegal activities with their eleven-year-old year-old daughter and
they didn't mind. What's more, from what David was saying, it sounded
like they wouldn't be averse to her having a full physical
relationship with her.

Jean's eyes met hers in a level stare and Donna suddenly saw her in a
new light; she had hidden depths within her prim character which had
as yet gone untapped.

"There's one more thing. . . . . David?" She turned to her husband
with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah. . . .Yes. The lady in question was a person of refinement. For
her everything had to be just so, including her pleasures. She was
quite fastidious in the manner of how I pleased her, it had to be done
correctly or she would be upset -- and I hated that more than anything
since I adored her so much. In other words Donna, I became her
servant. I pandered to her every whim and need; my only aim in life
was to provide her with pleasure. She taught me  that the mouth is a
tool; it can do many things such as make wonderful sounds when we sing
or use it to play a musical instrument. But to do both of these things
and many more it needs to be schooled. In this respect she was my
tutor.  She taught me how to use my lips and tongue in a myriad of
different and exciting ways to please and thrill her lovely body, and
in time my mouth did indeed become a finely tuned instrument. Thanks
to my lover I learned all the nuances and skills of oral servitude and
it has stood me in good stead for pleasing other women in adult life."

Jean's face broke into a blushing smile as she and her husband shared
another look, this time one of quiet agreement. David began to lightly
run the small finger of one hand up and down between each of the
fingers on Jean's hand, which now rested, lightly clenched, on his
knee.  His pinkie, as it lingeringly flicked over and back against
each crook where two fingers met, reminded Donna of a tongue tasting
the deep, sweet cracks of a yielding anus. In turn Donna began looking
at the Stone's in a new light. They had suddenly become very
interesting, and she felt she would like to know more about them as
people in their own right rather than just using them as a means of
getting to Amanda.

"It has done me no harm." He continued. "I'm a quiet man and that's my
nature, I usually prefer others to do the talking but I listen to what
they say, and I have learnt a great deal that way. She taught me to do
that when I was with her. I listened to every word she said, and then
obeyed. I never needed to be told twice and that not only stood me in
good stead with her, but it helped me in my professional life when I
grew older."

Donna reflected on his success in business, he was the vice president
of a large insurance company and was clearly thriving in his
endeavours.



. ..  . . . . . . "I'd like Amanda to enjoy the benefits of such a
relationship and what it can bring to her in later life. We would like
you to be her Mistress, and for her to be your servant. Do you
accept?"

Donna closed her eyes for a moment as her gaze travelled inwards to
examine her soul. This wasn't just about her pleasure; there was more
to their request than that. Yes, she would slake her needs with
Amanda; she would quench her thirst with her a thousand times and
more. But it had to be paid for. Her pleasure came at a price; it
would be her responsibility to shape Amanda's mind and character into
that of a successful and attentive young lady. It would mean dividing
her attentions between Amanda and her own daughter. There'd be no
strain on her libido, she knew that; her sex drive had always been
abnormally high, she would tire the two girls to exhaustion and not
the other way round.

"Yes I accept!" She said, staring into the eyes of each one of them.

Relief showed itself on their faces as they saw the commitment and
determination on Donna's face and any tension they had felt ebbed out
of them as they both sank back in their seats satisfied.

. . "With all my heart I accept."




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




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


"Mom, are you awake?" 

The first rays of early morning light were beginning to filter through
the blinds casting a sea of faint tiger stripes over the two lovers.
Donna lay on her side facing her daughter as her eyelids flickered
open and cast a  bleary glance over the bedroom. It looked so romantic
with it's delicate shades of pink, it's pastel walls and sweeping silk
curtains now tied back by Brittany to let in the morning.

"Mmm... yes I must have closed my eyes again. How are you? . . Did you
sleep well?"

"Yes . . . not bad. Is it a long way to France?" She chirped.

Donna gave an inward smile. Brittany was referring to her stay with
the enigmatic Ellen. Susan would have been delighted to have Brittany
for the rest of the summer holidays, but unfortunately she'd been
landed a special assignment overseas and away from the newsroom. But
all wasn't lost, as Susan had offered to take Brittany to a friend of
hers. Ellen, her friend was an English woman, she was a painter who'd
been living in the South of France for the last three years since the
divorce of her husband, and Susan thought she and Brittany might
become friends.

Donna bent down to give her little lover a chaste kiss on the cheek
before she answered her question.
 
"Not that far love."

"Will we be going in Susan's car?"

"Yes dear. Susan's taking you there."

"If she drives very fast will we get there even quicker."

"I hope she doesn't drive fast darling, and I'm sure she won't. I want
you to get there safely and in one piece rather than go to quickly and
have a crash."

"If it isn't very far, why will it take two days?"

"Because you're going to be staying the night in a motel with her.
Isn't that what you want? You keep telling me how much you like
Susan."

"I do like her Mummy, she's a pretty lady but not as pretty as you."

Brittany's hands now rested on her Mother's breasts while her fingers
absent mindedly stroked the hardening nipples. Donna sighed
luxuriously; aroused at the contact she flexed like a cat and thrust
her breasts upwards for continued attention before leaning forward and
kissing her wetly on the lips

"Oh my darling."

 "Mum?"

"Yes honey."

"When we go to France, how will I know what they're saying if they
talk different to me?"

"They won't all just speak French, some of them speak English as
well.... and besides Ellen understands and speaks French, so she can
tell you what they're saying."

"Will Ellen like me?"

"Ellen will have to like you. How couldn't she? You're the prettiest,
most scrumptious little girl in the whole world."


"Hee... hee... hee... Oh is that true... am I really?"

"Of course it's true. If Mummy says it's true it has to be, you're
absolutely delicious, and that's official!"

. . . . . . . . . . . . "Will she be my friend like Susan is?"

"Hmm... you mean just like Susan is? I don't know Brittany, I really
don't. Ellen is Susan's friend, but even Susan doesn't know her that
well. She's a very mysterious lady our Ellen, so who knows? She once
had a younger girlfriend for a while, but she wasn't as young as you,
that was over two years ago, just after her husband left."

"How old was her girlfriend?"

"Eighteen."

"And how old is Ellen?"

"Ellen is forty-six love. She was forty-three then."

"Heee... heee.... heee."

"Oh... what's tickled you giggle can"

"Is Ellen sexy?"

"Oh I see... thinking of her already are you.... and before you're
even out of our bed... Well yes, little Miss cutie pants, she's very
sexy so there.... However..... I'm sexier than anyone.... AREN'T I
BRITTANY?"

Silence: Brittany's eyes danced with devilment as she fought to keep
silent, her lower lips twitching with the strain as she tremored with
mirth under her Mother's gaze.

. . . . . Oh yes? So that's it is it? No answer? . . . And never mind
giggling like a drain, I'm going to make you realize how sexy I am.
You'll be worn out by the time you leave here."  . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A waft of cool air swept past Brittany's face as the white linen bed
sheets were thrown back and Donna clambered up the bed to swing her
knees on either side of her head. Brittany let out a quiet sigh as she
felt the soft kiss of her mother's thighs against her cheeks and the
downy fuzz of her pubes nestling against her chin.

"Here, let's do it properly," mumbled Donna tetchily as she climbed
back over the bed. "We need my pillow for this, yours doesn't raise
your head up enough for me to feel I'm connecting..."

One hand lifted up her head while the other slid the pillow beneath it
to raise her up. Then the slightest of shuffles and a shifting of
weight was enough to bring her eager vagina within kissing distance of
Amanda's lips, except Amanda didn't - not yet anyway - she preferred
to look instead . . . to memorise every glistening fold and the way
her mother's fingers pulled back the hood to reveal the hard finger of
flesh which even now stood to attention.

"Darling...."

A hint of impatience in her mother's voice?

"You like looking huh? Pretty little pussy isn't it? Yesss . . . You
know it is, don't yoooo. It's the cutest pussy cunt in the entire
world and it's all for you... all for you, honey pie. Don't you just
love it? You're in love with mummy's pretty puss aren't you?   . .  .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . AREN'T YOU?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mummy."

"Say you want to suck my cunt. Tell Mummy you want to suck her cunt.
Say 'Mummy I want to suck, kiss and make love to your pussy until it
creams in my mouth.' Say that to me Brittany!"

"Mummy...." She whispered.

"Louder darling, louder!"

"Mummy I want to kiss suck and make love to your pussy until it gushes
in my mouth and I drink it all up."

"Very good...I'm very glad you want to drink it all up. . . . . . .
 
. . . . . . . . .. . .  cos here tis!"

With that she squished herself down onto Brittany face with a dreamy
sigh. Brittany in a world of cunt opened her mouth and curved her
tongue upwards until it touched and then stroked the hard nodule of
flesh that was fast becoming an old friend. Her reward came instantly
in the form of a loud moan from up above and . . . . . . . . . . . .

"DARLING, YES!"	

There can't have been many young girls trained to such perfection in
oral servitude, but if there were, then Brittany would have been the
best. She knew it would be the last time for them before she had to
leave for France, and knowing this she gave everything she had. Every
ounce of effort and every gram of knowledge were expended into the
task of pleasuring the woman above her. It paid off. Donna was on the
receiving end of the best servicing she had ever experienced. They say
nothing lasts forever, but it seemed to for Donna as she rode out one
peak and then began another, crying and screaming and bouncing against
Brittany's mouth and chin. At one point she began sliding her sopping
cunt up and down the girl's face from chin to forehead, groaning,
churning and smearing until Brittany's skin shone a wet pink and then
back onto her lips for some fast, hard fucking, brimming her with
cream so that it escaped from the corners of her mouth and ran down
her neck in milky rivulets.

It was a wild session that left them both exhausted, Donna especially.
'Too much pleasure can be harmful to the health' she thought
fleetingly as she snuggled her war torn body against Brittany, and
pulled up the bed sheet to drift back into sleep.

Brittany's hand stole down between her own legs and began to gently
rub her small clitoris, the warmth of her Mother's sweet scented body
and the soft duvet sending her to a wonderful world of rainbows and
ecstasy.



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Donna woke some time later to the sound of the toilet lid being
clunked down and the loo flushing. The very sound brought stirrings
within her bowels and bladder and she grimaced as they gave a familiar
churn.  A lazy kick from her elegant leg sent the covers flying over
the side of the bed as Donna got up to head for the bathroom.

"Hi Mum."

"Mmm hi darling", she sighed dreamily. "You were wonderful this
morning . . . just out of this world."

"I wanted it to be good for you Mummy," she smiled, blushing all the
way across her lovely face. "Cos I'm going away and it's the last time
I can make you happy."

Love shone from Donna's face as she smiled into Brittany's eyes. Mmm .
. . Yes . . . the last time. The last time to make her feel good . . .
. Well she'd done that all right. Her innards gave a low growl of
protest that even Brittany could hear, and just then Donna thought of
another indulgence, her favourite as it happened. After all she
reasoned, even though it was only two nights since, it would be some
time before they could do it again.

She bent down and brought her lips to Brittany's in an open mouthed
kiss that lasted long enough for her nipples to rise up from her
breasts.


"Mmmm . . .  Oh Brittany my dear." She sighed before skipping her lips
across her face from cheek to ear in a smattering of soft wet kisses.
She nibbled the lobe of an ear for a moment as amidst a fit of quiet
giggles from Brittany, she made a funnel with her hand to whisper in
her ear.

"I need your mouth for a potty!!"

Brittany gasped in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by the
obscene demand, and seeing amusement in her Mother's face, she rallied
quickly, trying to gain the upper hand with a cheeky retort that would
go some way to restoring her loss of face.


"No, not today Mummy, not hungry today thanks." She tittered with
twinkling eyes and a face made for mischief.

Donna stared at her through narrowed eyes with enough chagrin in her
face to make Brittany clasp a hand over her mouth.

"Oops!"

"I'll give you oops young lady." She said, pretending to be angry, but
not fooling Brittany in the slightest. "Have you ever heard of force
feeding?" And then not waiting for an answer. . . . "It's what they do
to naughty people who won't eat their dinners; they force em' to eat
it through a nasty tube." She stared at her daughter's cheeky face for
a moment and imagined the bizarre scenario, and then burst out
laughing, a moment later Brittany followed suit and fell into Donna's
arms.

"Oh Mummy, you know I will. I love you! I know how much you like to do
it with me. I'll be your toilet anytime you want, I'll always be your
good girl!"

"You're gonna come quietly then?" She drawled in a corny voice from a
corner of her mouth.

"Yes Mummy."


Donna smiled smugly as she took her by the hand and led her into the
bathroom, where she seated the child in the bath and climbed in after
her. She turned to face her, and went into a squat over her head. She
was angling her self into position when  she stopped to notice
Brittany looking up at her with a puzzled expression.

"Mum if you force-fed me, how would you make me drink? Would you pee
in a bottle and spoon it into my mouth like you do with the horrible
medicine?"

Donna had just relaxed her vagina sending a few stray drops of pee
pattering down onto Brittany's face, but then when she began to speak
she gritted her teeth to rein herself back. But the effect of her
daughter's hilarious question caused her to shake with laughter
sending pee bursting out of her in all directions like a spinning
water canon. Cursing and laughing she squatted down lower and managed
to control her aim a little, but not the intensity, so that it hit the
back of Brittany's throat as she tried to drink it, and then foamed
back out of her mouth and down her neck. Donna's breasts fell and
bounced into each other like a pair of tipsy revellers, as overwhelmed
by another spate of giggles began by the spectacle of Brittany's
struggles, she lost all sense of aim, and a cloudburst of golden rain
soaked Brittany's hair and gasping features.

It came to an end when there was nothing left to give the poor girl
Luckily she saw the funny side too and joined her mother as she broke
out into peals of delighted laughter. Donna by now completely
helpless, scrambled down into the bottom of the bath pulling Brittany
with her in a tangle of arms, legs, breasts and laughing kissing
mouths. In time the chortles merged into sporadic titters, and
eventually died down until a hush of calm settled over the white tiled
room as they lay making love to each other with just their eyes.

"I'll never be able to get enough of you," Donna whispered in a voice
brimming over with love and emotion, "not even if I live a thousand
life times. . . . . . . . . . . . . .


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


Then she sighed and hauled herself up from the bottom of the wet bath
and took a familiar stance as she bent over to rest her hands on her
knees and present Brittany with her waiting buttocks. Looking down
past her shoulders she gave an almost imperceptible lift of her
eyebrows, a silent question to the seated child who nodded briefly and
then slid down behind her, open mouthed and ready.

"Push your tongue up inside me," she said her voice rushing out in a
hungry gasp. "I want you to taste it as it slides into your mouth."

Brittany slid her tongue between the chubby cheeks, and felt the flesh
give way to her as she entered the canyon in-between. As soon as she
felt Brittany's warm face pressing into her crease, Donna pushed back,
wanting to feel her tongue buried inside her ass. She wasn't
disappointed when she felt it wriggle around inside the dark sensitive
flesh of her anus, knowing she was tasting the tart musky flavour of
her bowel secretions.

Brittany felt the walls of the anus give a pulse as a waft of gas
discharged from within. She tasted it before it entered her mouth, its
texture a cloying wetness and a taste of things to come. It came
almost immediately this time. The anal ring suddenly expanded, and
pushed outwards in the form of a small fleshy cone and from within a
soft, bloated mass emerged that pushed her tongue back into her mouth
followed swiftly by a seven-inch piece of shit. As always the taste
was utterly horrid, so bitter and foul it defied description. It
exploded its filth, filling her oral cavity to the brim. Still it came
on, the long fibrous rope creaking and crackling until it parked
itself in her throat, making her retch and splutter. As usual Donna
shook with excitement with the knowledge of what she was doing. The
vileness of the act she was perpetrating on a child barely thirteen -
making her eat her shit - made her reach her hand between her thighs
and play with herself unashamedly. She listened to the noises below
her, the chomping, spluttering and the unmistakable sound of
swallowing, and she knew Brittany had eaten her first mouthful of her.
There was more to come as she grunted again, and sent the next item
down the production line... the dirt chute from her bowels. She moaned
knowing she was raping her child with her shit, stretching the corners
of her lips as she struggled to accommodate its girth. The flavour was
too robust for her taste buds. Tears ran down her cheeks as she chewed
and swallowed each clump into her stomach, yet still it kept sliding
out of her Mother's rectum and into her mouth. With a final 'phut'
from the caked-up rosebud, a fine spray of odure shot out to speckle
her lips and cheeks in a fine brown mist of stinking cack, the final
salvo that signalled an end to the bizarre orgy.

Donna fell back into the bath masturbating. Glassy eyed and slack
jawed she lay slumped as she stared at Brittany's shit covered face,
each movement of her jaw as she chewed and swallowed was watched and
celebrated with a litany of hungry moans as she came.

Breakfast had been served.




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Ellen


Ellen Peters was all of 46, single (now) and bored. Blessed - some
would have thought - with an idyllic life, she lived in a beautiful
villa on a sunlit Spanish island. She had ample time on her hand since
the divorce from her husband; the settlement had been more than
generous. Ellen was a photographer, a professional photographer who
now spent much of her time photographing the beautiful island and
selling her work to stock libraries. The divorce had been more of a
drifting apart than an acrimonious bust up; they had always had an
open marriage, Anthony, her husband, had his women, while Ellen had
hers. Ellen was bisexual, or at least used to be, for nowadays her
preferences ran solely towards women and younger ones at that, she had
just come out of a discreet affair with Sadie, a love struck nymphet
who was some years her junior.

Ellen had spent a lot of time photographing people in the public eye
when she lived in the UK, and one of her projects had been Susan. The
attraction was immediate and they'd adjourned to a hotel room shortly
after the shoot to get further acquainted. They'd been lovers on and
off ever since. Good friends too. There were no secrets between them;
all confidences were shared . . . including the secret of Brittany. At
first Ellen had been shocked and didn't want to become involved, let
alone hear about it. But over the last few months her curiosity had
got the better of her to the point of wanting to know everything about
her and all they had done together. She found herself thinking of them
in each other's arms more and more, something which gave her a serious
itch down below as she pictured the scene between Brittany, her
Mother, and Susan. So when Susan had phoned her a week ago and asked
if she would not only like to meet Brittany, but to have her stay with
her for most of the summer, Ellen had just about flipped . . .before
saying yes, of course! Not that she had any intention of becoming
involved herself, that was far too risky. No, that had nothing to do
with her eagerness. Her reason was curiosity. How could Susan put
herself in that position with a mere child? If she were ever found out
they'd lock her away for sure, and throw away the key. No, not for
her. She was far too smart. . .  On the other hand it wouldn't do any
harm to meet the girl, and it would be nice to have her company. Why,
she could be her young assistant, and accompany her on photography
excursions around the island. What fun, a little friend all of her own
who didn't ask complicated questions or try to organise her life.
Ellen had always missed out on not having a daughter. It would be
rather touching to have a young girl around the place, and there
wouldn't be any risk of getting herself into Susan's situation. It had
only been the bizarre nature of Susan's circumstances that had given
her a buzz, nothing more. If anything there was a large dollop of
morbid fascination involved, it was difficult to imagine the kind of
girl who'd not only allowed herself to become sexually involved with
an adult, but had actively taken part of her own free will and by all
accounts was still enjoying herself. Maybe she was slightly simple in
some way, although Susan had insisted she was such a bright child.

It was late afternoon when they arrived. Ellen heard the car pull up
in the driveway just after five o'clock and stopped working in the
light room to hurry over and let them in.

"Hi you two," she cried, "Come in, come in! How was your journey? You
must be tired?"

The glamorous blonde pushed through the doorway with a radiant smile
and a wail of glee and then threw her arms around her friend,
embracing her with a fierce hug and a searing kiss on the lips.

"Oh Ellen! It's sooo good to see you my love . . . Oh thank you thank
you," she cooed. "Come on in Brittany, my angel!"

There was a tentative pause, and then Brittany stepped through the
door, tilted her head up and gave Ellen a shy smile. Neither of them
spoke, instead they studied each other in silence; two pairs of eyes
jumping form one spot to another as they took in everything before
them.

Ellen was a smart middle-aged woman with a heart-shaped face; tidy
sloping nose and wide generous mouth. Her hair was blonde, bleached by
the sunlight and cut into a neat bob set off nicely by her rich
honeyed tan. Like most women who claimed a place in Brittany's life,
Ellen, if nothing else looked intelligent. Deep hazel eyes sloped
lazily across her face and looked perceptive as they in turn weighed
her up. A series of small faint lines had spread around her eyes and
mouth, giving her a weathered look; Brittany thought they gave her
character instead of making her look old. Travelling down she noted
Ellen had a curvy, but not an over generous figure. Nicely raised
breasts, and a pair of long, pointed nipples poking against her light
cotton top looked extremely interesting to Brittany's lesbian
scrutiny. Trim waisted, she carried no extra weight around her middle
while her legs were long and shapely in a pair of thin purple slacks.
Brittany approved!

Ellen in turn, found Brittany delightful. So cute, with a face like a
cherub and ribbons the same colour as her dress. No wonder Sue had
fallen for her. Even as she scolded herself for such a thought, her
gaze swept down to take in the girl's sexy figure in her crisp pink
dress complete with white socks and sandals. Like a princess in a
fairytale? Why was she dressed like that? It was almost too obvious...
as though to tempt her. But into what? The answer came immediately
with an image of her and the girl in each other's arms kissing like
lovers in her white-sheeted bed. But she was ready to resist such a
temptation, or at least she hoped she was! Ellen gave Susan a hooded
look before bending down on one knee before Brittany.

"Hello Brittany. It's so nice to see you! You're even prettier than I
imagined, and what a lovely dress. Did your Mum buy it for you to wear
on your holiday?"

"Yes," she replied innocently as she held her arms behind her back and
rocked up and down on her heels. "Susan and Mum thought you would like
to see me weari. . ."

"Erm . . ." Susan interjected hurriedly before the little darling went
and spilt the beans completely, although it was probably too late
judging by the narrow look Ellen was giving her. Of course it had all
been her idea, she just wanted Ellen to find her . . . well attractive
enough to maybe see a few possibilities with the girl. She knew it was
too obvious now, the way she and Donna had dressed her up to look like
a fairytale, and hadn't Ellen said she wanted nothing to do with that,
there'd be no repeat of the kind of things she and Donna had been
getting up to with her.

It was so unfair though, Susan thought, as she noted Ellen's reaction;
it would be so good for her. Brittany was the most delightful bed
companion a woman could wish for, so attentive to one's needs in that
respect. If only Ellen would only try it once, she'd be sure to swoon
with delight when she experienced that cheeky little tongue of hers
and then what a bond there would be between them for the rest of the
weeks they had together.

"We thought the thin cotton would be about right for the hot weather."
She said lamely. "Perhaps it is a little Bo Peep though, although she
has plenty of other clothes anyway, a whole suitcase full back in the
car

 . . . I'll just go and fetch it."

Ellen nodded and gave her a wary smile deciding to let it go. The bait
hadn't been taken because she wasn't made the same way as Susan and
Donna, she just didn't go for young girls, for goodness sake. That
didn't mean she wasn't going to dote on her though, she looked an
absolute treasure with those big blue eyes and goldilocks hair, yes
she would spoil her and they'd get along just famously, and that was
how it should be; but there'd be no improprieties between them, and
that was that she decided.

After a meal of sole and sardines finished off with a mouth-watering
salad and then ice cream, Ellen showed Brittany to her room further
down the hall. Like Ellen's it faced out towards the sea with a
beautiful view across the bay. She settled to play with her colouring
books while Susan and Ellen took to the balcony with a couple of tall
glasses and a bottle of chardonnay. A light breeze wafted the scent of
pine trees towards them as they sat at the table. Susan signed as she
tasted the cool wine and then smiled into the evening sunlight as it
cast a warm glow over the waves.

"Brittany's going to love it here." Susan breathed.

"I hope so Sue." Ellen said, setting down her wine glass with an
appreciative smack of her lips. "I hope she doesn't get too homesick
away from her Mum. Their relationship's pretty special isn't it?"

A girl's voice drifted towards them as Brittany sang the words of a
popular pop song while colouring in her cartoons.

"She's a happy child." Replied Susan gently, sensing her friend's
direction. "I promise you no harm's come to her, they're both very
much a couple, and deeply in love. She's an intelligent well-adjusted
child, and she's going to grow up into a formidable lady just like her
Mother. Please don't look at her disapprovingly for enjoying what she
does, who's to say she shouldn't like what she's doing just because
her age doesn't fit in with what our staid society expects. As long as
she takes pleasures in such loving - unusual as that loving is - then
why condemn it?"

Ellen reached over to caress Susan's shoulder before taking it away
and replacing it with her lips and a gentle kiss.

"I'm sorry if I came over like that darling, I didn't mean to. I
suppose I just find the idea so strange, even though I find the
bizarreness of the whole thing quite stimulating for some reason."

She paused to take a gulp of the cool wine, searching for the right
words. "Part of me finds it exciting, a turn-on even to think of you
having her like that and then getting her to do all of those  things."

Susan raised a silent eyebrow.

"I just don't think it's my thing," she continued. "Not that young
anyway."

"But you do like younger girls." Susan stated.

"Yes I do . . .  but no younger than eighteen. You know I like them,
they make me feel so alive!" She sighed wondrously. "But there is a
difference."

"Well at least there's one thing we do have in common."

"Oh what's that?" frowned Ellen.

"We're both advocates of what, for want of a better term, could be
called, the unequal relationship." Her eyes twinkled conspiratorially.
"You've admitted as much yourself, how you prefer them to give you all
the pleasure; you find the excitement much greater that way, having
some young thing bury her head between your thighs and send you to
heaven and back. You love it!"
 
A giggle erupted from Ellen's lips before she put a hand over them and
cocked her head in the direction of Brittany's room. A child's voice
glided into the rapidly darkening night as it hummed another tune to
the accompaniment of a pair of scribbling hands. Satisfied Ellen
continued.

"It's true. I can be very demanding."

"Don't I just know it!" laughed Susan.

"No not like that," Ellen blushed. "With you and I it's different . .
It's equal give and take, and that's beautiful in a different way.
It's just a bit depraved with a younger girl, you know . . ." She
paused and pulled a face as she searched for the right words. . . "It
gives me a buzz to demand things, boss them about even . . . I don't
know why, it just does."

Susan cocked an eyebrow at her friend thinking they were more alike
than Ellen would ever admit. She wondered how long it would be before
she began to think of Brittany as a candidate for that kind of loving.

Some time later after both women had drank the rest of the bottle and
half of the next, Susan reached over and took her friends hand.

"Just a sec  . . ." 

. . . . . . . . "BRITTANY!   . . ."

"Yes." Came the sleepy reply. 

"Get into bed now, make sure you've cleaned your teeth first and I'll
be over in five minutes."

There was a soft crump as Brittany threw down her colouring book and
headed for the bathroom.

"I'm going to put Brittany to bed now," she said, looking into Ellen's
eyes . . . " And to collect my good night kiss."


Ellen's gaze pierced into Susan's briefly as she sought conformation
of her suspicion of what a 'goodnight kiss' meant. It came back at
once without so much as the twitch of a muscle. Ellen was the first to
blink.

"I see," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. 

"Do you still want me to come later?" Asked Susan.

Susan had assumed they'd be sharing the same bed. They always did,
since they were so genuinely fond of each other, and the pleasure they
found in each other's arms was real enough. Both women had been
looking forward to tonight.

"Of course I do, you silly fool," tittered Ellen as a myriad of crow's
feet spread from her eyes. "Only you'll be providing the entertainment
for the first part of the night."

Susan laughed with relief as the tension disappeared between them.

"Very well it'll be my pleasure."

 "No honey," Ellen shook her head. "Didn't you hear what I just said 

  . . . . . . It's going to be my pleasure . .  mine entirely."

 


Susan padded off in the direction of Brittany's bedroom, after Ellen
announced she'd be waiting for her in bed. Instead Ellen made a silent
detour and followed her friend down the corridor so she could peer
through the doorway when Susan joined Brittany in her bedroom.

Brittany was already tucked up in bed, wearing her favourite pyjamas,
her eyes fluttering at the edge of sleep with her sparkling blue eyes
just visible beneath the trembling lids. Susan's breathing deepened as
she neared the bed and gently lifted the tired youngster's head from
the pillow. Then she leant forward to lift up her own skirt and press
the girl's mouth against her knickers. Without even the briefest
recourse to conscious thought, Brittany's tongue began to flicker
against the thin material, swiping up and down the contoured groove as
she inhaled the seeping aroma.

"Good girl, good girl" soothed the woman. "You were so wonderful in
the motel last night darling . . "

And then . . .

"Here . . . just let me pull this out of your way so you can get to me
properly."


Susan reached down to pull her panties aside and accommodate the
awakening girl. Wet opened mouthed kisses followed her probing tongue
after it had wriggled this way and that, stimulating the pink fleshy
lips until they suffused with blood and sprouted open like a
blossoming flower.

"Oh God!" whispered Susan as she tousled and tugged at the girl's long
blonde hair. "Oh yes darling!"

Long minutes passed by. A succession of fevered sobs sang against the
walls of the dimly lit room as Susan held the girl's head beneath her
blue skirt. All seemed well until a moan of frustration ceased the
steady stream.

"Just a sec honey .  this isn't going to work out . . just let me".  .

Susan stepped back for a moment.  From her vantage point in the
doorway Ellen heard the sound of silk swishing down stockinged legs as
her panties were slid down and kicked away.  An impatient whimper
followed as she shoved her pulsing nether lips back into Brittany's
face, shifting her weight from one foot to another as she jostled for
a firmer purchase against her mouth.

A stifled gasp issued from the bedroom doorway, enough to alert Susan
to another's presence had she not being carried away with alcohol and
lust. Crying out as though in pain she lurched into Brittany's mouth,
jerking and clutching her sharp nails into the girl's skull.

Ellen watched Susan's spasming buttocks as she trembled and shook over
Brittany's face. Her eyes widened; even though Brittany's efforts to
swallow the woman's spending could be heard quite clearly she noticed
a rivulet of milky liquid running down her chin and then another
sprouting from the corner of her mouth. It was all too much. She
tiptoed to her own bedroom and threw off her clothes as though on
fire, and there, stark naked she waited for Susan to slake her own
flames and then come and put hers out.




To be continued.........................

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