Perverts 'R' Us

Angel Mouth

Chapter 1

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

I was a good-looking child. Fresh in complexion and fair looking, my Mother promised me I'd grow up to become a beautiful woman and she hasn't lied. I was happy in my life, I had a decent home, and friends, and I enjoyed school. I was fortunate to have a friend called Laura, who happened to come from what my Mother would call a posh family. She was very nice, and we played together most of the time. We'd go to the swimming baths most Saturday afternoons and spend about two hours practising back strokes, butterflies and the crawl, all of which we'd been taught at school during the week.

We called it the local baths, although it wasn't local at all really being on the other side of town. Laura's parents and mine took it in turns to drive us there and back because they thought it was too far for us to walk. The day all this began, we were dropped off as usual, this time by Laura's Mom who told us before she closed the car door that 'Grandma` would be picking us up for a change, as had to stay at home while she waited for a new sofa to be delivered.

I never really thought too much about it, to be honest I was far too interested in getting changed into my floral swimsuit and jumping into the warm water. We must have spent over an hour doing lengths of the pool when Laura suggested we aught to go and practice our diving. I was all for it, the high board was my very favourite place in the baths, and I'd been practicing to get a clean dive for some weeks. We made numerous attempts to hit the water cleanly, but neither of us could get it just right, it was very frustrating. On my last attempt I must have stood on the edge of the board for a good minute or so while I prepared myself to spring off, when I heard Laura call out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How old is she?" I asked.

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

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

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

"Hold on kids!" she said as she tied up her scarf, and put her foot down on the pedal. Wow, could she ever drive! We moved away from the busy pavement, and sped off through the traffic, zig zagging and swooping into gaps left by those not quick enough to close up on time, so that me and Laura whooped and squealed like two spaced out chip monks.

Laura's Gran was laughing too, caught up in our high spirits, her cries of glee mingled with ours. She always did like showing off. I'm not complaining though, I think its part of the paradox that she had to be so formal and correct as a judge, and yet at the same time such a care free spirit when the occasion allowed. The journey usually took about twenty minutes when our parents drove us back, but it only took us about half that. It finished when the car screeched to a halt and Laura jumped out onto the driveway in front of her home.

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

"Yes see you then Laura." I replied.

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

"Jump in then."

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

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

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

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

I shuffled in my seat at the compliment.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes please."

"Good. When does it start?"

"Seven o clock." I replied.

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

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

True to her word she was there on time waiting for me. I'd been almost sick with nerves, and even though she'd only offered to go and watch the picture with me, I felt as though a hand was gripping my stomach. She looked lovely, and had probably spent a long time at the dressing table making her self look so beautiful. Her clothes were causal but smart; she wore a patterned blouse and a purple knee length skirt with dark coloured stockings below. I was abashed when I considered how she'd gone to all this trouble for me. I shouldn't have been, because looking at photos of myself taken around that time, I can honestly say I looked as pretty as a picture. Shouldn't anyone have wanted to look nice if they were with me?

She smiled in greeting and told me how relieved she was that I'd come after all, and it probably wouldn't have done my street credit a lot of good to be seen with such an old fuddy. I replied from the heart and told her I thought she looked very pretty and I didn't care what anyone else thought. 'The cinema's nearly empty', I added 'so it doesn't matter anyway.' She seemed amused by my answer and led me inside to the ticket box. I was puzzled when she bought two tickets for the back row, but held my tongue and followed her inside.

"Are you comfortable enough Tina?" She asked.

I replied "Yes" I was and we settled down to watch the start of the film. I couldn't concentrate on the picture; her perfume filled me, while her nearness made feel kind of strange. It was a new feeling, one I couldn't understand at the time but can recognise all to well now. After some time I realized Yvonne had reached over the back of my seat with her arm, and I felt it drop down onto my shoulder. I looked around, but no one else was nearby. I felt self-conscious, even though she wasn't really doing anything. That soon changed though, when not more than five minutes later, I felt her shuffle closer and drop a hand onto my knee.

I froze and looked at her face, but she appeared to be watching the film, although now I know it was the furthest thing from her mind. The contact changed to a gentle caress just above the knee, but this gradually moved higher, until it rested just below my panties. Again she stopped and waited for me to push her away. When I didn't, she moved her hand to cup my pussy and give it a gentle squeeze. I'd heard about sex before in a vague sort of way, the boys sometimes talked about it at school, but I never really knew all that much about it. It took me completely by surprise; I just didn't know how to deal with anything she was doing. It had all happened so quickly. We were only about fifteen minutes into the film and she was already leaning closer to kiss my ear. She ran her tongue around the ridge, and planted slow gentle kisses all around. At the same time she began caressing my vagina with her hand. Her eyes met mine and she broke off.

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

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

"Good. Do you like this as well?"

With that she kissed me, her lips pressed gently against my lips, as her tongue opened them up for her tongue to slide within. It happened very quickly, only a matter of minutes, but I actually had a kind of climax. I buried my face in her shoulder to stifle my sobs, and I think I probably blacked out for a minute. I think part of it was shock, I never dreamt she was going to do anything like this. It wasn't over yet though, because she took hold of my hand and placed it near the top of her stockings. Then she began wriggling as she lifted her bum off the seat and pulled her panties down her legs. She placed my hand up between her thighs, and I felt her bush and its hot opening. Then with her hand over mine, she guided it up and down the length of her hot slit, and covered my mouth with hers.

Again her tongue clashed against mine, reaming my gums as she French kissed me. My mouth was stretched open by hers and her excited whimpers sounded muffled inside my cheeks. The strange noises she was making competed with the sound projecting from the screen in front of us, as she approached her crisis. My hand was soaking with her juices, which flowed over my fingers as she gripped it tightly, using it as a tool to bring herself off. Suddenly we both noticed a movement below us, and turning round we saw a couple walking up the aisle towards us. Yvonne broke away and pulled her panties back up with a curse.

"Shit!" She hissed.

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

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

I replied that I did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Watch."

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

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

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

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

"Give me a kiss now."

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

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

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

"Have a good look".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I liked it really Yvonne."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Touché."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shook my head and smacked my lips.

"If you like."

"Excellent, from now on your angel mouth."

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

"Hold your hands out."

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

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

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

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

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

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