Perverts 'R' Us

Yearnings

by Seasiren ( Fm, dom, oral, ws, scat )


Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.

I suppose it was only natural that I should have been first choice to look after Billy for the summer while his parents left the country. Billy's Mother and Father, June and Tom Beddows were my next-door neighbors and my closest friends. Over the years I became one of the family so to speak. We popped in and out of each other's houses all the time with only a cursory knock of the door, all accept for Billy who was painfully shy around me. He was a pleasant natured child with cute boyish looks, long blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes. He was a popular boy and not in the slightest bit shy away from me, in fact he had plenty of friends. Like all boys of his age he was mad about football and often came home covered from head to toe in mud with a happy smile across his face. I don't know why I had the affect on him that I did, for some reason I seemed to intimidate him; I seemed to tie his tongue into knots whenever he saw me. His parents used to tease him about it but I found it endearing.

It was just after his thirteenth birthday that his Mum and Dad told me about their business opportunity. They ran a small company supplying ingredients to drinks firms and had just had an offer to go to South Africa and set up a partnership with another company over there. The trouble being, as June explained to me over a coffee, was that it would probably mean they would have to be abroad for at least the first year until things were set up. They didn't want to pull Billy away from school as he was getting on so well there and it might upset his education. It was a sign of our deep friendship that she asked me if I would be willing to take over Billy's life for a whole year. I gladly accepted. It would have been lonely while they were away; I'd become accustomed to our friendship and would have missed them. Having Billy stay with me would be a pleasure, especially as I had such a special liking for the boy, even though I hadn't realized just how special that liking really was.

Although my husband and I parted some years ago I still got lonely at times. I often thought about dating, although I was thirty-eight, I wore my years well and knew I was still an attractive woman. Like all women I look at myself in front of the mirror when I'm naked (don't tell me men don't) and thank the world for my good looks. I'm blessed with classical features; my face is beautiful, sporting proud high cheekbones, deep blue eyes and a wide generous mouth. Fair skin as soft as silk gives me a peaches and cream complexion and is a legacy of my Nordic origins. My hair is my greatest asset though, it shines and shimmers like a field of golden corn spilling over my shoulders to the middle of my back. My Mother used to say it was special because the fairies spun it every night when I fell asleep, something that I was always willing to believe.

I have always being slim framed and thanks to a twice-weekly workout I don't carry any excess pounds. I work hard to keep my figure the way it is, it's worth keeping after all. High jutting breasts lead down to a slim waist, flaring hips and a shapely bubble gum butt. I'm a tall woman around 5 ft 10, with long legs, which although I say it myself look good enough to be in a stockings commercial. I smiled at my modest opinion of myself and turned away form the mirror. I was lonely. Not that I needed to be, I'd had plenty of offers in that respect. The trouble was nobody suited my needs.

I found most men too macho; I hate them with all their testosterone and hairy physiques and find the female body much more to my liking. My husband had been the exception. A slim man, he'd been slightly smaller than me - something I liked - and had a smooth slim body, yet at the same time had been wildly handsome. To anyone who knew us we were a normal happy couple, which was true in every sense except in the bedroom. I have always had a dominant streak in me but have been careful to suppress it in company.

David, my husband was the opposite; a natural submissive, he adored me in every way and would spend his time in the bedroom finding everyway possible way to please me. He called me his Goddess and would spend hours worshipping me, but not once did I allow him to fuck me. The only thing I want from a man is his mouth, nothing more. I have a perfect body which needs to be worshiped and pleased by an agile tongue and gentle lips, not by a thrusting cock. A man's mouth is the first thing I look at when I decide if I like him or not. I regard it as an instrument of pleasure. David's was perfect, it was enough to make me fall in love with him instantly, and we were the perfect couple.

Our marriage lasted ten years, yet in spite of this I still felt my deepest needs hadn't yet been met. Our sex life was good; David only ever wanted to please me with his tongue. That was all the stimulation he needed and he was content to masturbate while he did it. Like I say I enjoy being dominant in the bedroom but that doesn't mean I'm one of those women who like to tie their partners down and thrash him with a strap. I enjoy being outrageous in other ways and over the years toilet sex has become important to me.

At my urging I taught him to drink my golden showers, I would often become orgasmic just by looking down and watching as it gurgled down his bobbing throat. Again I wanted to go further, my craving for our ultimate communion became stronger all the time. We talked about it first; he was reluctant to take it that far, but as usual I was able to persuade him to go along with my wishes. I began his training, a tuition which I dared hope would tailor him into becoming my full toilet slave, willing to eat the fruits of my body as often and whenever I required him to. I had hopes of never having to use the toilet again, depositing my gifts into his willing mouth instead. Alas it was not to be so, he was sick each time I tried to feed him despite my heated urgings until eventually it became a source of deep dissatisfaction between us and a catalyst for a whole range of rows which suddenly began to spring up between us.

One day he came home from work and told me he'd met someone else. We split. The divorce was amicable and I moved away from our neighborhood wanting a new start and new friends. That brings me to back to my story. I've been living here five years next to the Beddows who are the closest thing to a family I have.

It was a hot summer that year. Long hot days in the garden sat by the fountain drinking ice cold drinks. It was during the first week of his stay with me when he came home one evening after playing football with friends. He was hot and dusty and it seemed a good idea to ask him if he would like to cool down under the garden hose. He ran into the house to change into his swimming trunks while I set up the hosepipe and sprinkler. When he came back it was all ready for him and he dived under the cold stream giggling and sighing as it played over his body.

I lay back on the lounger to watch him, taking in the sight of his wet young body as it glistened in the sun. I was suddenly aware of a growing arousal spreading through me. The sight of his near nudity was having a surprising effect on my own mature body, causing my nipples to grow hard and erect beneath my summer top. I crossed my legs as wetness began to spread between them. My eyes strayed to his mouth, his perfect small mouth that was open in ecstasy from the splashing of the cooling water.

A sensation of such strength suddenly tore through me as I imagined it open for something else. As I lay back on the lounger I imagined coaching him to use it for hour after hour on my needy body. The orgasms he would give me...Oh God, no one had ever had this kind of affect on me before, not even my husband. I suddenly knew I wanted the boy more than anything I'd ever wanted before. In the space of five glorious minutes he had become my obsession and I know I was going to have him. The decision was easy, because that's what it was; there was no way I could do without him now.

Billy was the missing piece of the jigsaw in what had been a frustrating sex life. He wasn't old enough to have any of the masculinity that so left me cold. He was young, very young, only just thirteen, a fact which only added to my excitement. I thought of my friendship with his parents, and the trouble I would get into if it went wrong and he talked, but none of that mattered. It was only a matter of how to do it. How to make him my sex toy and lead him into a secret world of depravity that he would never leave. He naturally preferred to spend his time playing with his friends, he loved the rough and tumble existence that all boys of that age enjoy. How could I make him give that up and give his time to me instead? Maybe I needed a hold over him; if he wasn't willing to play along with my games maybe a bit of gentle persuasion was needed. I had a whole year with him, enough time for everything and more.

Chapter 2

My name is Billy Beddows and this is a story about the love of my life. Her name is April and she is quite a bit older than me. In fact, I met her when I was only thirteen years old and she was 35. Today, I am a well adjust conservative male. However, my life over the past twenty years since I met April has been anything but conservative.

Many people, if they knew of our relationship, would think our relationship is strange, even perverted. In fact, they are right. You see April and I have a very different relationship because she is a lesbian! Yes, that's right, I married and had two children with a lesbian (artificial insemination if you must know.). I knew her preferences long before we were married. April was married before and realized that she didn't really need men to be satisfied. However, because of my... let's just say for now, my special talent... she made an exception with me. However, we have never consummated our marriage. I never touch her with my penis. I have masturbated almost every day of my life. Sometimes if I am very good, April will use her hand on me, but that is rare. However, my mouth is her greatest joy. I will explain more about that as the story progresses.

I think April was attracted to me because I have always been of slight build with trim hips and long legs. I have pretty hair that I wear rather long, almost like a girl. Although I played games like a boy, I knew down deep inside that I was somehow different. Maybe it was just that I was more sensitive than other boys. However, April would say that it was my mouth, lips and tongue that attracted her to me. She might be right. I have bigger lips than many boys... something about my ancestry I guest. However, my mouth is larger as well... and, you wouldn't believe the length of my tongue. But in the final analysis, I think that April's love for me came from something very different. Rather than size, it was my capacity to use my mouth for any pleasure she desired.

Our relationship started when I was very young. From my first memories of April, I think I loved her. However, she also intimidated me because she was tall with beautiful long legs and weighed twice as much as me. I had to look up at her most of the time. Her face was that of an angel to me. I would often stare at her beautiful blond hair and deep blue eyes until she would catch me looking. Then I would cower away, my face turning bright red. Whenever, I would try to talk to her, I would stutter all over myself. She would only smile.

I think the happiest day of my life was when my mom asked me if I minded staying with April for a while. They had to go to South Africa for business and would be away for many months. I tried to act sad and even shed a few tears I believe. However, inside I was screaming with joy. It was a dream come true.

I moved in almost immediately. However, since we lived close by and April was charged with taking care of our house, I didn't have to move all my clothes and toys. I did have my own bedroom, right next door to April's. She wanted me close and I didn't object at all.

It was about a week later that my life started to change. Like all young boys, I was inquisitive. Although I was young, I knew that I liked women's bodies, especially April's. I would try ever chance I got to get a glimpse of her. Sometimes she would come out of the bathroom after a bath with just a towel wrapped around her. I tried not to let her see me but I would always glimpse at her. Then, a strange thing happened. I went into the bathroom after she had taken a bath and found her panties on the floor. I picked them up with trembling hands and, I still don't know why, but I bought them to my nose and smelled them. As her musk aroma wafted into my nostrils, I moaned in excitement. From that moment on, I was hooked on April. After that day I was constantly stealing her panties and taking them to my room to masturbate. However, they had to be soiled panties. I tried stealing her clean panties and they did nothing for me.

One evening, I snuck into the bathroom after April came out. This time, when I found her panties in the hamper, I knew that there was something different. When I looked at the crotch, I saw that they were more soiled than normal, especially right where the silky material touched her ass. I looked at it with fascination. Then I smelled it. My little penis sprung to erection immediately. The smell was like nothing I had experienced before. On impulse, my tongue came out and l licked from on end of the brown streak to the other. When my saliva mixed with the crusty material the taste assailed my senses. My head began to spin and I started to tremble all over. Then, I opened my mouth and sucked the crotch inside, letting the taste of her melt in my mouth. Without touching myself, my penis throbbed and I began to climax. I still couldn't squirt juice yet but the throbbing was like nothing I had ever experienced. My knees nearly buckled.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom flew open and I saw April standing in the door with her arms folder over her breasts and a stern look on her face. I was so petrified that I began to pee my pants.

April

I almost came on the spot. I'd been standing in the doorway watching ever since I'd doubled back after pretending to leave. Of course it was a set-up, with my panties as the bait. Lucky old me though, the boy had fallen for it hook line and sinker and now the trap was about to be sprung...

I'd been trying to think of a way to seduce him ever since I'd seen him playing under the hosepipe on the lawn. I figured the surest way of succeeding was to either bribe him with toys or games, or compel him into having sex by catching him in a serious misdemeanor, enough for him to be in profound trouble from his parents if I should ever tell them. Imagine my delight when I noticed my panties were going missing, my soiled one's at that. I'd put him in the bedroom next to mine because it was handy to keep an eye on him there, and you could say I was on the look out after I'd noticed their first disappearance.

That's when I had the idea; I left them out on purpose after I told him I was taking a shower. Then I looked out of the corner of my eye as I left the bathroom. Sure enough he was watching through the crack of his bedroom door. When I got to my room I heard him dash out into the bathroom, then a couple of seconds later scurry back to his room. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to work out what he'd run out for, and I only had to put my ear to the wall to hear his bedsprings creaking. To be honest I didn't know what he was really doing with them. Was he wearing them? Was he feeling them? Or did he smell them? I hoped it was the former but there was only one-way to find out for sure. I had to go and catch him in the act.

As it turned out I was lucky. I made a big enough show of having a shower early in the evening. Before then I'd used the loo, but hadn't cleaned myself to well with the toilet paper. Instead I'd wiped myself with my panties. They smelt of my shit; it was smeared into the crotch in a slimy brown film and I left then there right in the middle of the floor for him to find. I cast a glance as I left the room and there he was again watching through the crack of his bedroom door. I waited for him to snatch them and he didn't disappoint me, but this time he didn't take them back to his room. After waiting a minute I crept up to the bathroom and there he was.

He'd gotten careless, maybe he'd done it too many times and got complacent, because this time he was staying there with them, and he'd left the door wide open. I watched him sniffing and licking, his face buried within the ripe smelling material and I stifled a groan as he tasted my waste with his tongue. It was then I noticed its length; it was long enough to send a delicious shiver running between my legs as imagined how it would feel inside me and I yearned to jam a hand between my thighs and clutch myself. It was almost too much, but I managed to compose my self and force what I hoped was a stern expression across my features, then fold my arms in mock outrage.

"BILLY!"

He jumped back with a look of terror written across his lovely young face. Then with open mouth and frightened baby blue eyes he began peeing himself, a steady trickle of fright spilling out onto the floor.

"Looks like you're in a mess in more ways than one." I chided.

He began to stammer and sob.

"S...s...sorry. I'm s...s...sorry Maam. I did didn't mean..."

"What do you think you're Mommy and Daddy would say if they knew what you'd done." I cut in.

"Oh please don't tell them." He wailed. "I'm sorry, won't do it again. I... I... I... promise I'll be a good b...boy."

"Hmm." I pretended to think. "We'll see. Go and have a shower and change your clothes. I'll get you some clean one's and put them out for you while you get clean. When you've done, come downstairs and have your supper."

"And you won't tell Mommy and Daddy?" He pleaded.

I gave him a steady look, then unfolded my arms and placed them on my hips.

"You like my smelly panties, don't you." I said raising my eyebrow slightly.

He stood there rooted to the spot, unable to say a word but I wouldn't relent.

"DON'T YOU."

"Yes Ma'am." He sobbed.

"Like the taste, don't you. Like what's in them. Hmm." I continued mercilessly ..."Well?"

"Yes." He uttered forlornly.

"Okay," I said hiding my pleasure. I wanted to hear him say it. It gave me a perverse thrill and at the same time a feeling of satisfaction to have him admit it to me.

"We'll see if we can work something out Billy." I said enigmatically.

"Thank you Ma'am." He sighed.

"But listen Billy, if I don't tell them, do you agree that I'm being very good to you?" I continued.

"Yes." He mumbled looking down at the wet floor.

"And if I'm been very good to you, don't you think you should be very good to me too?" I prompted.

He nodded his head.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes Ma'am." He answered quietly.

"Good, I'm glad you think so Billy. Now get cleaned up and I'll make you a nice supper. Then you can watch telly."

He looked puzzled and ashamed, but did as I said after I closed the bathroom door and left to get him some clean clothes.

He seemed a bit brighter when he came downstairs and cheered up considerably when I gave him his favorite supper of pizza and coke which his Mom told me he loved. He watched TV until 9 p.m., which was his bedtime. That gave me enough time to put on a little make-up and generally perk myself up a little as I wanted to look my best for him. I was getting myself pretty turned on by this stage and I wanted to see how he'd react to me wearing something really sexy. I decided to change into a short black skirt, fishnet black stockings and a skimpy halter-top, which showed plenty of tanned flesh. Then I flounced into the living room twenty minutes before his bedtime. His eyes left the telly and almost stood out on stilts as I gave him a smile and sat down on the sofa opposite him, pretending to watch the T.V. I watched him sneaking sly glances at me whenever he could. I crossed and uncrossed my legs a couple of times making sure my skirt rode up my thighs, and noted with satisfaction how he squirmed in his seat and blushed like a redcoat when I turned and met his eyes with a barely concealed smirk. Just then the program finished and I looked at my watch. It was time to collect.

"Time for bed Billy." I said in a low voice.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied obediently a look of total adoration on his lovely flushed face.

I flicked the remote off and headed up the stairs as Billy following behind with his eyes glued to my swaying behind. When we reached the top he turned to go into his room but my arm got their first and barred his way. He stopped before me looking puzzled, and flinched as I took his arm in mine and steered him into my room instead.

"What...where..." He blurted confused.

"You won't be needing that again." I said nodding to his bedroom. "In future you'll be in here with me."

"But it's your bedroom... I...I can't sleep in there..."

Keeping a tight grip on his arm I walked him through the door, then with a graceful foot, kicked it shut behind us.

"It's our room now." I drawled. "And who ever said anything about sleeping."

Chapter 4

BILLY

I was more than petrified as I followed April into her bedroom. However, I was still excited. I watched as April walked over and took a seat on a lounge chair. She beckoned me over and made me stand in front of her. I trembled in fear, afraid that I might pee myself again.

"Take your clothes off," April said in a commanding tone.

I hesitated, trembling harder now.

"Now!" she said.

I quickly stripped my clothes off and soon stood totally naked in front of the pretty woman. I placed my hands over my private parts in embarrassment.

April laughed and said, "Don't worry, I have seen plenty of penis's but that's not what I'm interested in. I want your mouth and tongue."

My eyes opened wide as she raised her feet to the lounge chair and spread her legs. I stared between her legs and swallowed hard.

"Before I begin your lesson I want to give you a few rules. First of all, you will always be naked in my house unless I say otherwise. I will set up a desk here and arrange for you to be home schooled by me. For what I have in mind, I need you with me at all times. So for the next year, we will not be apart very often. But you will learn all about that later."

I stood mute, completely confused.

Again April laughed at my confused look. "You will understand soon. Now I want to begin your first lesson about women. First you must understand that women are special human beings. Every part of their bodies should be worshiped. They should be pampered and treated with great respect." April paused and let me absorb what she had said. Then she began again, "I'm sure you know that there are various fluids and solids that come from a human body. Those that come from women are precious fluids and solids and should never be wasted. When I caught you in the bathroom you were tasting one of those solids weren't you Billy?"

I nodded my head slowly.

"Billy, over the next year, you will taste every liquid and solid that I have. In fact, eventually, you will consume every liquid and solid." April picked up a banana from a fruit bowl and peeled it. "You see this banana?" she said rhetorically. "A day or so from now, this will become another type of solid from my body. You will learn over time to love to watch me eat. You will know that within a day or less, it will become yours. I love bananas because they make my stool so soft but yet solid. Do you like bananas Billy?"

I nodded my head yes.

"Good! I hope you like everything I eat because you will eventually get it all."

I wasn't sure what she was saying. I tried to say something but April held her hand up for me to be silent. She finished the banana and threw the peel down. Then, as I watched, she opened her legs further, allowing me see a woman's vagina for the first time in my young life. To say that the sight amazed me was an understatement.

April reached down and used her fingers to spread the lips of her sex. "This is the place from which all life flows Billy. It is called a vagina and you and most babies came from this hole."

I wasn't sure I believe that a baby could come from that little hole but I didn't say anything.

April opened the lips wide and I could see deep into the red cavern.

"This," she said, indicating a little hole inside the larger hole, "is my urethra. From here springs a fountain of sweet pee, similar to what comes from your penis but mine is much more important. That will be a primary drink for you." April paused letting that sink in.

I didn't think that I could be any more shocked then I already was but she had done it. Licking her panties was one thing but drinking her pee was something else. I opened my mouth to protest but nothing came out.

April continued, "The walls of my cavern fill up with a liquid on a monthly basis. You will also learn all about that and how to take care of your monthly chore. Of course maybe it won't be a chore for you," she laughed. Then April suddenly closed her legs and stood up. She turned and pulled up her dress until her bare ass was visible.

I gasped and felt my already hard little penis pulse. I watched as she crawled onto the lounge chair on her hands and knees. Then I gasped as she reached back and opened her cheeks.

"Now Billy, I want you to look closely. This part of a woman's anatomy is most important. I know you can see the little pink hole of my anus. Your mouth will spend literally hours here," April said as her finger traced a circle around the pulsing hole.

I could hear excitement growing in her voice. My heart was pounding in my chest and my head was spinning. I was as scared as I had ever been but nonetheless excited.

"I know you know what comes from this little hole," she said as she teased it with her finger. "You were licking it off my panties last night so I also know that you love it. I get very excited thinking about your mouth worshiping my little hole." April body trembled. "Now, look deep inside," she said and used her fingers to pull the tight sphincter apart.

Like a few minutes ago, I stared into her body but through her rear hole this time. It was pink, almost red and there was something darker deep inside. I continued to tremble as I thought of the implications of what she was saying.

Abruptly April got off of the lounge. "Come with me. I want to give you a little demonstration of what you life is going to be like for the next year."

She took my hand and led me into a large bathroom. She walked us over and stopped in front of the toilet. She made me stand in front of her as she hiked up her dress and sat down.

"Get on you knees." She reached out and turned my face up to hers. "Open your mouth."

I did and I heard her gathering up spit. She wouldn't! I thought. However, just as that thought passed, I felt a large gob of her spit enter my mouth.

"Swallow it!"

I did.

"That's another of my precious fluid. Come closer now."

I complied and my face was suddenly inches from her knees as she sat with her legs spread. I looked up at her with pleading eyes. I don't know, even today, what I was pleading for.

April pulled my head until my face was almost buried in her groin. I could smell her as my cheeks practically lay on her thighs. My eyes stared between her legs. Suddenly, I heard a hiss and tried to pull back. However, April held me close.

My face was close enough to see a yellow stream of liquid cascade from her hole and suddenly I could smell the strong odor of her urine. In spite of my fear, my penis throbbed. A second later, the stream of pee stopped as quickly as it had started. April pushed me back until I was sitting on my heels. Then she slid forward on the toilet seat. Her hands reached down and spread her vagina lips. I stared as the tiny pee hole came into view.

April let out a laugh as a stream of pee ached through the air and splattered onto my surprised face. I was too shocked to react and sat there, letting the warm liquid stream down my face until it dripped onto my thighs.

The stream stopped abruptly. "Come with me quickly," April said excitedly.

She led me over to the large tub and told me to get in and lay down. I stepped naked into the tub and hesitated to lie down on the cold tile.

"Lay down," she ordered impatiently.

Finally I complied. Now I was looking up at the fully dress woman. She lifted one leg and placed it on the other side of the tub, spreading herself over me. My eyes were opened wide as she pulled her dress up and held it to her waist. I heard her grunt and then I watched as a stream of her pee arched out and began to splatter on my thighs. She moved the stream upward until it poured on my hard little penis. I gasped as she moved the stream steadily up my body until it was hitting my chest and splattering on my face.

The stream stopped again and April said, "Open your mouth Billy."

I opened my mouth without thinking. The stream started again, this time directly into my mouth. I sputtered and spit the salty liquid out of my mouth.

"Billy, don't you ever spit my sweet juice from your mouth," she screamed.

In fear, I began to swallow the strong tasting liquid. As mouth full after mouth full disappeared, I began to get used to the taste. I remember that I was almost disappointed when the stream turned to a trickle.

"Get out of the tub," April said excitedly. As soon as I was on the out she pushed me to the floor. Suddenly she was standing over me with her dress still pulled up. Her vagina was still dripping pee. Slowly she squatted until her wet lips were on my mouth. "Lick me," she groaned.

I used my long tongue to lap her vagina, making her shiver with pleasure. Strangely, I took pride in my ability to make her excited. As her excitement grew, she pressed her vagina harder to my mouth. Soon, I heard her groaning and her body was shaking. I didn't know it then but I know now that that was the first of a million climaxes that I have given her over the years.

APRIL

That's how he gave me my first orgasm, lying on his back on the bathroom floor while I danced myself over his face. My, was he good with that tongue of his! He may have been inexperienced but he made up for it with enthusiasm. I looked down at his small body, my heavier one pinning him down as I took my pleasure. I began a one-way conversation as he serviced me, telling him how to work his tongue to give me maximum pleasure.

"Flick the tip against the little finger. Yes... that's it. It's called a clitoris, it's extremely sensitive, and the very centre of a woman's pleasure, so take special care of it"

He seemed to improve his technique then, his tongue flicking briskly against the tingling tip, my very nerve tips receiving an ecstatic massage as I moaned my appreciation to him.

"Good boy, good boy. There's a good boy. Oh aren't you such a good little boy." I extolled in a singsong kind of voice, much the same way as an adult does to a very small child. I reached down to stroke his cheeks with the palms of my hands, feeling them moving in and out as he sucked and licked on me. A new sound was added to my honeyed words, a wet squelching as my vagina began secreting against his tongue. I noticed his throat bobbing, almost on a par with his busy licking and I shook with joy as I realized he was drinking my cum.

My movements became more violent as my body thrust his head against the tiled floor and I cursed myself for not getting him onto the soft bed before I fucked him. I couldn't calm my movements or be gentler with him, try as I might my body wouldn't slow down, and I bit my lip as I saw the poor boy's discomfort. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a wicked woman. True, I'm dominant in the bedroom (or the bathroom as well for that matter) that's just my personal sexuality; it's what makes me tick in the sex department as it were. But that doesn't make me a sadist, that's a wholly different trail and I've never had the urge to go down it. I decided to get off him. Poor little Billy must have thought it a merciful release when my weight suddenly lifted off him, he can't have realized how much it tore me up inside to haul myself away from his mouth, although he may well have guessed from my sobs of anguish. Taking him by the hand I pulled him off the hard floor and dragged him back into the bedroom in an ungainly cross between a march and a run, my bare feet padding across the carpet as though it were made of hot coals.

"On the bed! On the bed! Lay your head on the pillow...Oh quick! Be quick!" I cried. I jammed my hands between my thighs and whimpered so much that Billy must have thought I was about to break into tears. He scrambled onto the bed like a young sprite and driven on by my impatience, he quickly lay down with his head in position on the soft pillow. He looked as though he wanted to speak but just then I wasn't in the mood to listen as I clambered up his body. Suddenly it was all marching knees and swinging breasts as my progress was marked by the jingle of crazily singing bedsprings. Whatever he was about to say was lost forever as I plunked myself unceremoniously onto his mouth.

"Mphh!" he said as I slammed the wind from his lungs.

'Be calm. Be calm' I chided myself 'Where's your composure gone. Your supposed to be cool and collected, behave like a Mistress!' Suddenly his tongue shot out of his mouth and struck up between my quivering lips.

"SHIT!"

My shout almost rattled the windowpanes as I felt him graze my sensitive flesh. All thoughts of composure were lost as I began to ride him with a flurry of movement remarkable for it's abundance of swinging flesh. My breasts collided like jellies and my buttocks quivered in time to my thrusts. 'I'll be gentler with him the next time' I thought, 'but not now. I need release!' It was then that I began to fuck him like a man. It's been noted by others that I have a powerful physique. It's something I won't deny. For one thing I stand six foot tall on my long well toned legs, which bear evidence of my weekly workouts in the gym.

I'm all woman, all six foot of me and I put just about all I had in me as I 'squat rode' his mouth in search of my climax. When it came it was devastating, I suddenly froze, almost rigid with my face screwed up in ecstasy. There was silence for a moment, almost like the second before a deluge of water bursts through a steep dam and then a roaring release. I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow me and slammed my cunt down hard on his mouth as I sprayed my juices down his throat. I was like a wild woman as I cried out again and again, bearing down on him with each guttural cry as I came and came and came. I came in bucket-fulls, watching as his throat worked to take me all down, his face and cheeks shiny with my juices as he drank from me. I've never come harder than I did that first time with Billy, it was good, almost too good for me to describe but eventually it subsided leaving me sobbing and moaning like a lost waif as I came down from my peak.

Billy

After April was satisfied, she got up and told me to get ready for bed and went to take a shower. She seemed distant, if not cold. I didn't understand it at the time but she explained later that she was slightly embarrassed about letting herself go like she had. She normally prided herself on her control and she felt like she had lost it for just a bit. However, her reaction and the events of the evening were somewhat of a catharsis for me. I assumed that her reaction was part of her power over me and it thrilled me incredibly. I was in her hands for the next year and I had to obey, so if she wanted to use my mouth for her pleasure then so be it. I was ready to do her bidding, whatever that entailed. The nasty things she had told me about made we excited and scared and although I wasn't entirely sure what it all meant, I somehow knew that it wasn't normal. Today, years later, I have no reservations and, in fact, wonder why everyone doesn't do the things I do so willingly. However, I digress.

When April came out of the bathroom, she was dressed in a long nightgown and a towel around her wet hair.

"Why aren't you ready for bed?" she asked.

"I... uh... I..." I stuttered, standing naked and reeking with her fluids.

"Oh, you don't have a tooth brush," she laughed. "Well, you don't need one tonight. I want you to sleep with the taste of me in your mouth. You can brush your teeth in the morning." She pulled an afghan from the bed to the floor and said, "You will sleep here tonight. In the future I will let you sleep on the bed sometimes, but you are not quite ready for that yet."

"Uh... yes... ma'am," I stammered. She sat and dried her hair and watched me curiously as I continued to stand nervously. Finally with a smile, she got into bed and I curled up on the afghan. Within seconds I was fast asleep. However, it was a fitful night as I remember it. I had bizarre visions of women using and abusing me. One time I felt that I was being smothered and began to struggle. However, when I opened my eyes I found April sitting on my upturned face. I quickly realized that she wanted pleasure and I obliged, letting her deluge my mouth with her warm and salty fluids. I don't remember if she peed again but I do remember almost drowning in her liquid.

The following morning I was awakened and told to go and take a shower, brush my teeth and come down for breakfast. I rubbed my bleary eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. The shower made me feel much better. However, when I came out, it dawned on me that I had no clothes and I hesitated going down stairs until she called me a second time. I was more than a little uncomfortable walking down the stairs totally naked in a strange house. However, that turned out to be the least of my concerns on that day.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw a bowl of corn flakes on the table and an empty glass.

"Feeling better?" April said with a bright smile.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, you can have some breakfast and then we will start some of your lessons," April said, indicating that I should sit at the table where the bowl of dried corn flakes waited.

I sat down and looked around and said, "Uh... there's no milk."

"Oh yes," she said with a strange smile, "You won't be using milk in your cereal anymore."

I started to protest that I couldn't eat cereal without milk when she gave me a stern look.

"Hand me your bowl."

I thought she had relented and was going to get the milk from the refrigerator. Instead she stood up and as I watched in amazement she raised her night-gown and slipped the bowl between her legs. My eyes grew wide and my mouth opened in shock. Then I heard her sigh and watched as a stream of yellow pee shoot from between her legs and into the bowl. When the bowl threatened to overflow she stopped almost reluctantly and slid it back in front of me.

My mouth opened but nothing came out. My heart was suddenly pounding in my chest and I looked up at her with almost pleading eyes. Surely she didn't expect me to eat my cereal after she had peed on it! But she did.

"Eat your cereal Billy," she said in a no-nonsense tone.

"But... uh... but... I can't..." I stuttered.

"Oh I know. You normally have juice with your breakfast." With that she got up and took a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator. She poured the glass to about half-full and walked back.

Before I could take the glass, she slipped that too between her legs. A second later, her pee poured into the glass until it was full. Then she sat the now discolored liquid in front of me and returned to her chair.

"Now Billy, drink your juice and eat your cereal," she said and lifted the newspaper to her face and pretended to read.

I sat staring at the murky yellow liquid in the glass and the pee filled bowl. I saw April drop the paper and look at me in exasperation.

"Billy, don't get yourself in trouble this early. I told you last night what was going to happen. If you don't eat your breakfast, there will be no treat for you later." April lifted the paper back to her face.

My hand was trembling as I lifted my spoon and dipped it into the now soggy corn flakes. I could smell the strong odor of April's morning pee. However, strangely, instead of being repulsed, I felt my heart beat quicken and excitement course through me as the spoon neared my mouth. I opened my mouth and took the spoon inside. My taste buds were immediately assaulted by the strong taste of April's urine. I chewed and swallowed with a gulp. Then I looked over at April and saw only her eyes above the paper. However, although I couldn't see the rest of her face, I knew that she was smiling.

My hand was trembling as I took another spoon full. I ate that and went back for more, each time looking over at April for approval. When the bowl was about half empty, I picked up the glass of juice. I spilled some on my chin as my hand shook. I drank a big swallow. It had an obviously strange, but not repulsive, taste. I took another drink and then went back to my cereal. A few minutes later, the glass was empty and the only thing left in the bowl was a little remaining pee with several corn flakes flowing around.

Finally, I looked over proudly at April. Then, on impulse, I picked up the bowl and drank what was left.

"Very good Billy," April said in a pleased and excited tone.

I could tell that she was trying to control a quiver in her voice.

"After lunch, I will have a nice treat for you. Now, let's go upstairs and begin your lessons."

I took my bowl and glass over to the dishwasher and turned to April. "Ma'am... tomorrow... uh... for breakfast... can I... can I..." I halted in mid-sentence as I saw April's look. I know she thought I was going to ask for milk for my cereal and that she was prepared to reprimand me. However, I swallowed and continued. "Uh... may I have... may I have sugar with my cereal."

April's face changed immediately from a scowl to a smile. "Certainly you may Billy."

I spent the rest of the morning in lessons and indoctrination as to how my school year would progress. April told me that I would study all of the normal things kids learned. However, she also explained that I would have several classes that would be very different. They would involve anatomy, specifically, female anatomy. I smiled at that, truly looking forward to learning more about the woman that was suddenly my lord and master.

As the morning progressed, I spent time on history, math and science. I can remember that day like it was yesterday because my mind was rarely on my lessons. The entire time I could taste my mistress's pee in my mouth and relived every second of those few short minutes when I ate my breakfast. I suspected that April was doing the same thing for she only gently scolded me for my lack of attention. Additionally, I saw a dreamy look on her face that resembled mine. Besides that distraction, April was wearing a white blouse that was thin enough that I could see the out line of her bare nipples. She also had on a black full skirt that swirled around as she moved, dispersing the sweet perfume that I had already grown to love.

When the clock struck twelve, I had barely realized that the morning was gone. April had left me to study several chapters of my history book and came in precisely at noon. I smiled at the pretty woman and my face flushed for some reason.

"Billy, I have lunch almost ready for you," she said as she held the door open for me to join her.

I noticed that she seemed flushed for some reason and that she was moving in a strange way as she led me down the stairs and into the kitchen. I saw an empty glass on the kitchen table and a hotdog bun on a plate. There was a jar of mustard and ketchup sitting there as well.

"I'm warming up your hotdog now. Would you like some potato chips with your lunch?"

"Yes ma'am," I answered. She obviously knew that I loved hotdogs, like all kids my age. However, when I looked around, I didn't see any hotdogs cooking. I though that maybe she was going to use the microwave oven.

I sat at the table and April stood next to me. "Billy," April said, suddenly almost breathless, "You did so well with your breakfast this morning that I have a surprise for you. Then, after you eat all of your lunch, I will have a little treat."

"Oh yes," I said in excitement. "I love hotdogs."

"Good because, you will get to eats lots of them while you are here." With that, April turned around until her back was toward me. Then I watched in total amazement as she began to lift her full skirt. As the back of her pale white thighs came into view, I felt my heartbeat quicken and my little penis begin to stir. By the time the cheeks of her naked ass were in view, I was fully erect and I was having difficulty catching my breath.

April reached around and placed her hands on her cheeks, bending forward slightly. Slowly she opened her ass cheeks.

I gasped when I saw her rear hole come into view. The little star was pink and puckered with fine little hairs circling it. Then, suddenly, I was frozen with excitement and fear as I watched it begin to open. For a second I thought that she might be having a bowel movement. Then, a second later, the end of what appeared to be a hotdog began to emerge.

"Billy," April said breathlessly, "I think your hotdog is ready. Get your bun."

I lifted my hotdog roll with trembling hands and watched as the tube of meat slid slowly out of April's stretching hole. The hotdog slid onto my roll and April sighed as I sat with my eyes as big as saucers. I now stared at the round tube of meat that was streaked with April's brown matter. It had obviously been cooked and had a long wooden stick through the middle-obviously to make it firm enough to slip into April's rectum.

"Here," April said as she used her fingers to hold the hotdog on the bun and pull the stick out. "You can use ketchup and mustard if you want. I'll get you some apple juice and potato chips."

I was still holding the bun in my hand staring at it when April came back with a half-filled glass of apple juice and a bag of chips. Then, like she had done that morning, she lifted her skirt and placed the glass between her legs. The juice bubbled and there was a hissing sound as the glass filled with her pee.

April put the glass in front of me and sat down. "Eat your lunch before it gets cold."

To April's great surprise, I lifted the role to my lips without any ketchup or mustard and took a bite. I tried to act calm but my heart was about to jump out of my chest as I tasted her shit in my mouth. I swallowed the first bite and a smile came to my lips. I reached for the glass of juice and took a drink to wash it down and brought the bun to my mouth again.

April began to squirm on the chair and her excitement grew as she watched me eat. Within minutes, she began to whimper. As I continued to eat, she lifted her dress and spread her legs to reveal her dripping vagina. Her finger found her swollen lips and she began to masturbate.

I was so proud that I could please her this way. My face was beaming. I ate slowly as I watched her masturbate, her eyes never leaving my mouth. I chewed each bite thoroughly, wanting desperately to taste her. I remember thinking, even at my young age, that the hotdog and bun were getting in the way of me truly tasting her.

Before the last bite was gone, I looked at April and said, "My I have another."

"Oh God, oh God," she moaned and her legs began to tremble as she began to climax. I watched her convulse on the chair and her face become a mask of pleasure as obvious pleasure rushed through her.

To be continued...