Date: Fri, 07 Feb 2003 18:31:38 +0000 From: April Peters Subject: Angel Mouth 2 Angel Mouth 2 seasiren6877@hotmail.com I took the phone to bed with me each night for nearly two weeks but it didn't ring. Then one night, just as I began to despair of our special friendship and I was nearly asleep, it did. When I came too and recognised the sound, my heart leapt with excitement. I wasn't disappointed; the voice in my ear sounded familiar and cultured. "Tina darling?" "Hello Yvonne, I thought you weren't going to ring me." "Sorry kiddo, I really am, but I've just being so incredibly busy. I've had so many social engagements to get through and then James - my husband ­- has asked me to help him with this scheme of is, and...Oh well I could go on dear, but I won't bore you. I'm sorry angel. Can I see you soon?" "When?" I gulped "Well that's the thing sweetness. It's simply impossible to have you come over to my place at the moment; we're having guests stay with us for the rest of the week. I was wandering...Well I've had this idea... if you want to go along with it. I know it's a bit naughty, but I'm simply desperate to be with you. Can you take the day off school tomorrow? Leave home at the usual time but I'll meet you at Stern Square outside the art shop...you know where I mean?" "Yes, but..." "Hang on a sec kiddo let me finish. I'll pick you up in the car outside the shop and I'll take us to this discreet motel I know. I'll take care of the school. I'll write you a sick note addressed from your Mother. You can take it to school with you the next day and that should be fine, they won't ask any questions I'm sure." Yvonne was right they wouldn't, it happened all the time. I'd seen endless children handing their teachers notes of absence from their parents which were hardly glanced at. My heart beat faster as she continued talking. "We'll have a full day together, enough time to do everything. I have so many plans for us darling, so much I can teach you. Remember my snake? Can you remember where it was, and where its head was going?" I could, and only too well. God! "Yes Yvonne. Yes I can." I breathed. "Good girl, I'd like YOU to go where the snake's going. You haven't done that for me yet and I'd like it" "I will Yvonne." "Darling it's been murder for me this week and a half. I've missed that beautiful angel mouth of yours so much." "I missed you too." I said, a little lamely. "That's nice." She replied crisply. "I'm glad you have, we're going to have such fun together I promise. We have all day to do everything, with no one to disturb us. I'll say goodnight now, I want you to get plenty of sleep for tomorrow" She hung up before I could say goodnight back and I placed the phone back on the bedside table. As you may imagine I didn't sleep that well. How could I? The thought of Yvonne kept me awake; she was such a sexual woman, a lot older than my Mum and Dad and so bossy at times. I liked all that; it made me tingle with pleasure when I thought of how she's chosen me to be her special girlfriend. I remembered how she looked naked, how her slinky mature body felt when I touched and kissed it. I wanted to taste every inch of her with my lips and tongue and then drink from her fountain again as I knew she would ask me to. I must have slept because the alarm clock woke me with its ringing at seven in the morning. I rubbed my eyes, getting the sleep out of my lids and moaned as I thought of the coming school day. That's until I remembered I wasn't going there today, I was doing something else, something entirely different and the picture which flashed into my head of just how different that something would be, made me throw the covers off the bed and jump up like a coiled spring. I was ready and out of the door with a speed that surprised Mum and Dad, enough for Dad to laugh and make a remark something along the lines of that's how he used to be when he was going on a date. Mum tapped his ears for that and I kept my eyes hidden as I said goodbye, picking up my school bag, and marching to the door. I got there five minutes early which was tricky as I didn't want anyone I knew to see me and wander why I wasn't going to school. Luckily they didn't, but I helped that by hiding in a bus shelter next door to the shop. I sighed with relief and leapt out of the shelter when I saw her gold sports car pull up. She reached across to throw the door wide and looked around for a second before patting the front seat and hissing 'get in' with a theatrical sounding stage whisper. I did and we sped off out of the neighbourhood and onto the motorway out of town. Yvonne's mood seemed to alter when we were half way there and she began to chatter to me like an old comrade. After ten minutes we turned off the main road into a large motel with sprawling bungalow like buildings going off to the side, all set around a grassy forecourt, like holiday chalets. There was an office building set aside from the others and Yvonne climbed out of the car and headed for it. I waited until she came back some five minutes later she climbed into the driving seat and we set off down a narrow tracked roadway, which led us to a small car park at the back of the office. She brought the car to a halt, and pulling the ignition keys out of the lock she turned to me with a quick smile. "Don't worry kiddo, everything's sorted. That's what I like about this place, there's no questions asked. Now"... She said climbing out of the door "Just follow me, we have the one at the end of the row just over there." She pointed "Come on." I was already feeling pretty tense from all the subterfuge of the morning; I was scared witless we were going to end up in trouble. Yvonne was an amazing person; she was incredibly determined and had a very strong personality, she wouldn't let anything or anyone get in the way of her goal. She unlocked the door and I followed her into a room, with Yvonne locking the door behind us and flitting from one window to the next drawing the curtains. The room looked as though it had seen better days. The main feature was the bed, at least it was big enough for two, but the quilt and the rest of the bedding didn't look too inviting, it had an old fashioned floral style pattern which seemed to be wearing away to a faded green. The carpet was almost threadbare in places and the bedside cabinet had drink stains etched into the ancient woodwork. A small platform jutted out from the wall supporting a portable TV, which Yvonne told me had access to a number of porn channels. "Though I'm sure we won't be needing THEM darling. The things that we're going to be getting up to are simply going to knock the spots off anything they can trot out." Her cultured tones were tempered with an amused quality as she opened a second door, which turned out to be a compact bathroom with a shower and loo. "Hmm" She said, hands on hips as she surveyed the two rooms which we were planning to spend the day in. "I've seen finer décor, but its good enough for our needs." With that she took her jacket off and hung it on the back of the door and began undoing the buttons of her blouse in a matter of fact fashion while still surveying the seedy motel room. I still hadn't spoken, I didn't know what to say, I was still pretty much in awe of the whole situation, not least of the mature lady with the feathery red hair stripping out of her skirt and top in such a business like manner. "You sure you're going to be okay?" she asked pausing in the act of placing her skirt on top of a chair. "You seemed worried sweetie. I hope you're not going to ask to go home." "No." I shook my head, still phased out by the seediness of the situation and the forbidden nature of the things we intended to do... thrilling though it was. "Tsk" She clucked shaking her head. And then bending down..."Here let me help you." She began undoing the buttons of my white school blouse with nimble movements of her dancing fingers. "I hope you still want this Tina." Again I nodded yes. "Good I hope so pet, cos otherwise, your going to have one hell of a frustrated gal on your hands. I've been looking forward to getting you to myself for quite sometime. You are alright aren't you?" She asked. "You aren't going to leave me all high and dry are you?" Her eyes searched mine. "Hmm?" "I'm fine really", I assured her. "I will be... its just all a bit strange." "Well" she sighed, "you're bound to feel funny at first, don't worry ducks its going to be perfect. There... off it comes." She said sounding like a nanny talking to a small child. She carried on until she'd stripped me naked, her hands dancing over the zips and fastenings, yanking and gliding my clothes off one by one until I stood naked with my long dark hair hanging over my shoulders. "Perfect!" She was down to her bra and panties by now, I thought she was going to take them off but she didn't. "Not yet...you can kiss me through my knickers first," She suggested playfully. "That's sure to get me going, just kneel down on the bed and I'll climb up" The mattress swayed as I climbed onto it joined by Yvonne who moved up and stood before me. She wore a simple white bra and panties and pastel coloured stockings with white suspenders. I felt her hand behind my head, then the vision of her panty covered crotch with a few rebellious hairs sprouting out of the sides coming towards me as my nose and mouth were pressed firmly in. She began rubbing herself against me in a slow circling caress, occasionally punctuated with quick provocative thrusts of her hips and fast breathy gasps. Swish, swish went my hands as they caressed the smooth flesh at the back of her thighs, as breathing heavily the two of us performed an act of body worship, my adoration and Yvonne's acceptance. Long minutes past with me kneeling before her semi-clad body, my head pressed into her crotch and my hands running up and down her legs and pantied ass. At one point I looked up and saw her head thrown back with a look of fierce elation spread across her features, then she pushed me back gently to sit on the bed and seat me in her lap. Her lips found mine and prized them open for her tongue to wriggle between as we began a long open mouthed caress. Our hands strocked each other's backs and buttocks and ran over our flesh as we sought to excite each other further. Yvonne's mouth opened wider over mine and then filled it with a flood of her salavia that I drank down. I moaned as she filled me again with her hot liquid and then swallowed, then again, I don't know where she found it from but it kept welling up into her mouth and spilling down my throat. Finally she pulled her lips away from mine with a plop and reached behind her back to undo her bra. She fumbled with the catch for a moment before uttering a curse. "Damn! Be a pet and get this thing off me will you. I don't know what's wrong with the awkward...ah!" As she pulled the clasp again. "No... it's no good Tina I just can't reach it properly." She turned around and I leant over to unhook the catch, which came undone straight away, giving me the pleasure of pulling her bra off her body and watching her tits swing free and then wobble like pear shaped jellies. I didn't wait to be asked, but bent my head down and took one between my lips. I took as much warm flesh as I could get in, massaging it with the inside of my mouth and tongue as she ruffled my hair and giggled with glee. "Angel, angel...Yes, yes." She sang. My tongue did its work on her nipples, which soon swelled up like thimbles, prodding my gums and twanging against my flicking tongue. "You clever little girl. Ooh! You knowing little minx, I can see you're learning well. Suck my fucking nipples. Yeah. Suck me! Suck me!" She gushed, her posh tones oozing with glee and the occasional sweet obscenity as she soaked up my efforts and told me how clever I was. Her breasts, both wet and shiny vied for attention and I skipped from one to another taking mouthfuls of throbbing flesh and nipple with loud slurps and pops as one was released only to have my cheeks pushed out by the next ripe pear. Suddenly she pushed me away. "A full length mirror" she exclaimed. "I never saw it before, this could be fun." I sat up and followed her gaze to where a full-length dress mirror stood tucked away in the corner of the room for some strange reason. She jumped of the bed, her wet jugs swaying and dancing against each other as she pulled it out of it's hiding place, placing it in front of the bed. "Lets have some fun! I love the visual thing. Here Tina stand next to me...that's it, look at us darling, isn't that cute." A mature woman and a lovely little girl stared back at us. The lady with a tanned well toned body and red carroty hair stood next to the girls who's head barely reached her curving breasts. I had a slightly oriental appearance due to my distant Chinese ancestry and my straight black hair hung over my thin shoulders in a luxurious swathe. I looked small and venerable next to the near naked woman who now began to unclip her suspenders and pull off her stockings. Now naked, she stared back from the mirror and gave us a cheeky wink. The bush sprouting out from the vee of her thighs was as red as her hair but nicely trimmed, just like a privet hedge, very neat. "Kneel down and turn round." Her hands were already on my shoulders pushing my knees gently but insistently to the carpet. I leaned forward to press myself between her thighs but she blocked me with the palm of her hand and spun round shoving her bare ass in front of my face. "Say hello to my snake Tina, I think he wants a friend." She drawled. Indeed a green serpent wound its way over one plump buttock with its head and questing tongue making for the dark crease in-between. Her cheeks were paler than the rest of her and quite gorgeous in a chubby kind of way, so that I didn't need any persuading to push my face into the same valley the snake was heading. Mmpphh! The dark crease enveloped me and as I breathed in my nostrils were full of a deep pungent aroma which smelt very strongly of...I knew the answer to the question in my mind, but that somehow made the reality more exciting, more...yes so much more forbidden and just plain perverted. "Shit darling! I can't tell you how randy this looks in the mirror. Suck me off! Stick your tongue out! Push that sweet face in!" I copied the serpent and sent it questing and flickering past the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to her bowels and heard her squeal of delight as she pushed back with such force that she nearly had my nose in as well. I pulled out and swept my tongue up and down the crack, tasting the bitter brown skin and making small moaning noises in my throat. I came up for air and attacked the soft mounds of her butt with my mouth, trying to French kiss and lick them as they gyrated against my face. I dived into the pungent trench again, flattening my lips against her sphincter, sucking and slobbering like a demented spaniel until a loud explosion of hot smelly gas filled my mouth and shot down my nostrils. I sat back on my heels with a face full of questions. "Hmm... Darling. I think we aught to go into the bathroom. I er... I think I may have something for you sweetness." I wandered what it was. The fart had been thrilling and although the smell was bracing to say the least I hoped going into the bathroom meant she was gong to do it to me again, though why she couldn't do it in the bedroom I didn't know. I got up and we walked into the other room where she closed the door behind us, then bobbed down on the floor so she was kneeling on all fours with her ass up in the air. I stood there for a moment, uncertain of what to do next until she looked over her shoulders and lifted her arm up to beckon at me with a crooked finger. "C'mon over darling, Mommy has a job for you." She crooned seductively. I knelt down behind her and began kissing her ass again, but she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart to show me her brown rose bud, and urge me in with a series of gentle but insistent pushes acting as hints. I watched as her anus twitched, and then distended ready to blow another fart and moved forward. "Just keep your mouth wide open." I did. A hiss of fart gas blew out, but that wasn't all. The head of a large brown monster began to emerge from out of the dark tunnel, forcing apart the band of muscle and reminding me of a wrestler throwing a beaten opponent out of the ring. It forced the muscle apart so far that I thought it would split, it was difficult to imagine how anyone's buttocks could open up so far. Yvonne grunted and made a loud "aggghhh" noise and an "Ohhh God, that's a big one" gasp as she screwed her eyes tight and rode the pain. You can imagine the shock I felt. Whatever else I may have been expecting, this certainly didn't fit the picture. I flinched and instinctively tried to pull back, but Yvonne had anticipated my reaction and was quicker than me. Her hand shot back and grabbed a handful of my long hair, twisting and pulling until the only way to escape the pain was to scurry back into the ominous looking valley. "Open your mouth young lady, or I'll pull even harder." She threatened. What choice did I really have? The woman sounded as though she really meant it, and her grip on my hair was getting tighter by the second. I did as she ordered and opened my mouth over the distended brown lump. The reaction was immediate, as soon as my lips opened; it moved out further and began a slow determined slide towards me. It looked like a rather thick rope, the kind of rope used in gymnasiums, with coils and ridges winding down its length. The colour varied from dark to light brown with lighter patches in places, but the main thing was the smell. I can't describe the disgust I felt as the stinking odour invaded my nostrils, it's something I'm still not used to even after all those years of eating her shit. It squeezed past my lips and began filling my mouth with its heat and its ponderous bulk, snapping my jaws open to almost bursting point with its girth. "Be brave." She intoned. I think I was very brave right then. How many girls have to swallow huge clods of shit from older women's assholes. To Yvonne's delight I was doing just that. "Chew it now, break it off with your teeth and start chewing." I brought my jaw down and bit down hard. An explosion of filth sent me reeling as the taste spread out and intensified against my pallet. It tasted like the strongest Camembert you could ever imagine. I carried on chomping, breaking its hot mass down into a manageable consistency with my salavia. "Now swallow it Tina. Take down a mouthful and when that's gone eat another. When you've eaten that, open your mouth again, you haven't finished your meal by a long chalk." I gulped and it set off down my gullet like a lump of soggy putty until it found its way to my stomach. The poor thing so used to meals of pleasant tasting food protested strongly by registering its shock and surprise in the form of a loud rolling belch. I swallowed again and felt the fowl mush slither its way down my food pipe to join the other lump of waste. "If you want to be my special girlfriend you're going to have to get used to eating my shit. Now come on! Swallow everything, I'm going to crap my insides out and you're going to eat it." I repeated this twice more until my mouth was finally empty. Then I looked up at Yvonne's face, noticing her lust as she watched my performance. Her fingers were pistoning away between her legs, squelching in and out of her cunt as she played with herself. The site of me eating from her in such a vile and perverted fashion thrilled her to bursting point. The brown rose bud opened again, stalagmites of poop hanging from it, and another brown log wound its way out like paste from a tube of puree. My eyes were stinging and my cheeks felt wet, then I noticed I was crying with the sound of my sobbing filling the room. As a turn on this was more than Yvonne could have ever hoped for, the sounds of my distress acted as a catalyst for her impending orgasm and soon her groans of lust were filling the room as well. If I thought she would take pity on my cries I was very much mistaken. Instead she decided to sit fully on my face and plant her anus over my mouth. Her full weight settled down on me as she enveloped my face with her buttocks. Now sitting comfortably, she began shitting with greater vigour. This is something Yvonne has always enjoyed doing with me, but this was my first time. She enjoyed the feeling of my mouth as I chewed and ate; it was something that never failed to turn her on. Now comfortable her shit began pumping into my mouth and down my bobbing throat with even greater speed. Repetition set in with me chewing, swallowing, and emptying my mouth, opening it again, more shit splurging in and I in turn eating it. On and on I fed, until she dumped her last morsel down my throat and climaxed, her moans and sobs competed with mine until she gradually quietened down and turned round to look at me, my mouth full of her faeces and still chewing. "Oh God, oh God that was beautiful darling. Just out of this world." She gushed. Her last turd still stood erect and sprouted out of my mouth like a bloated cigar. A fit of giggles made her double up with mirth as she guided the tip down between my lips. "Oh you darling. Just look at you. Here goes angel mouth, eat it all up, eat up Yvonne's present, it'll do ya good." My chewing jaws did their work and eventually my mouth began emptying, until with a final gulp it was gone. "I'd kiss you but your breath might leave a lot to be desired." she chucked. "Come on, let's get into the shower, I'll give you something to wash it all down with." Another bout of swallowing ensued, this time with Yvonne standing over me as she pissed her hot fountain between my lips. It came in a steaming torrent, gurgling over my tonsils like Niagara Falls as I swallowed her hot stream. I could taste her piss, bitter and briny, in spite of the strong flavour of faeces still in my mouth. I've sampled many women's pee during my years as a submissive but none have ever been such a shock to the taste buds as Yvonne's was. She shook her labia a couple of time to knock any remaining drops onto my tongue and then stepped away and turned on the shower, drenching me with hot clean water. After a thorough wash with a bar of soap and shampoo she turned off the water and led me to the sink. Then she left me and padded back into the bedroom and I heard the clasp of her handbag being snapped open. She returned, handing me a tube of toothpaste and a brush and then left me to clean my teeth. I heard the boiling of the kettle as I worked away with the brush, cleansing my mouth of the sewage it had just eaten until my breath tasted fresh once more. When I retuned to the bedroom she was laying naked on the bed smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee. "There's one for you here." She said pointing to the mug on the bedside table. I took the coffee and sat down next to her watching as she blew a smoke ring into the air. Her green eyes lit on me and she appeared to be in a reflective mood, perhaps even a little subdued which was unusual for Yvonne, who's temperament I would have described as mercurial to say the least. The way her mood migrated from frivolity one minute to mature appraisal the next unsettled me at times. I cringe sometimes when I remember she was a judge. "I had to do that to you. You do understand don't you? If I'd have asked you to let me do it, you'd have refused." I realized she was using the same line she'd tried a couple of weeks earlier when she tried to excuse herself for forcing me to drink from her. I knew I should have been angry for what she'd just done to me, after all I hadn't agreed to any of it, she'd had her way without my consent and seemingly without any consideration for my feelings. Yet in spite of that, there lingered the hope that I might learn to handle it given time. I adored Yvonne and would have done anything to please her and make her happy. If she enjoyed doing that to me and wanted to use me again like that in the future, then clearly this was a way to make my self-indispensable to her. Who else I reasoned would let her do that to them, maybe she would come to adore me like I did her, I was terrified she might tire of me. I decided to signal my consent, and childish though my words might be, I looked for a way to tell her everything was going to be okay. There was another factor in all of this though; I wanted to grow up quicker and take my place as true woman. I'd always tried to act oler than I was, I was even watching Yvonne smoke her cigarette with envy and wondering if she would let me have a puff if I asked nicely. I hated being seen as an awkard adolescent, and was desperate to grow up sooner rather than wait and let nature take its course. I thought for a moment, my thoughts colliding and battling with each other in my mind as I decided what to say for the best. "Was I a good Yvonne?" "Yes, you were Tina. You were more than good." "Do real lesbians do what we just did, you know what we did in the bathroom? She stopped in the action of bringing the cigarette to her lips. It was her turn to look at me and consider what to say next. "Some do If they're sexy little sluts like you are." She said carefully. "Only real sluts do that then?" "Definitely. Only the nastiest sluts." "So if I do that again, then I'll be a fully fledged lesbian slut much quicker?" I asked in a hopeful voice. "I can absolutely guarantee that my dear. If you let me poo in your mouth again and you're very, very good and eat up everything I give you, you'll be such a very horny slut and so wonderfully depraved too." She said with very wide eyes. That clinched it as far as I was concerned, in what I hoped was a very adult way I looked her straight in the eyes and in as solemn a voice as I could manage; "Well then Yvonne, them you must do it to me as many times as you want. I promise you I'll learn to eat everything just how you want to me to. Then I'll be dead slutty just be like your real girlfriend." My words touched her, because she stubbed her cigarette out, and with a gentle smile reached over to stroke my cheeks. "You are my real girlfriend Tina. I've never had such a good time with anyone else." "Am I the best ever? Do you like sex with me more than anyone else?" I asked boldly. She brought her face down to mine and with a gentle kiss on the bridge of my nose she told me all I wanted to hear. "Darling, you're the best sex I've ever had, there's no way I'm ever going to let you go. I'm going to have you every chance I can. Now crawl down the bed and put that pretty angel mouth of yours to work. I'm going to cream you a mouthful that even you're going to find hard to swallow."