Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 12:50:51 +0000 From: April ANON Subject: Forbidden Needs part 6 The story continues. The tale of Brittany and Susan's journey to France is mentioned only briefly her but it may be written up as a story in it's own right at a later date. you must be over eighteen to read this. Forbidden Needs Part 6 By seasiren6877athotmail.com The Proposition. Donna looked down at the sleeping girl beside her in the large comfortable bed they shared. Long strands of sweetly scented hair kissed her cheeks and spread out across the pillow as she enjoyed a happy dream, the shadow of a smile playing across her lips the only clue. Her mother yawned and looked over at the clock. It read seven thirty of the last morning they would spend together for six whole weeks. Donna not only loved her daughter. She was in love with her. A subtle difference in a sentence, which made a world of difference to the kind of relationship they had together. They had been lovers for the last six months, a fact shared by only one other person, Donnas' best friend Susan. It was Susan who had once joined them for a memorable menage-trois, which had lasted throughout the night. In five hours she would be here again, but not to stay this time. No, she would be taking Brittany away from her. Six weeks!!!.... How on earth could she survive, what an awful prospect to be away from her darling little girl for so long. She sighed and stroked the child's ears with gentle fingers. It would do no good at all feeling sorry for herself when the situation was partially her own fault. It had begun a week ago when David and Jean (Mr and Mrs Stone) had asked if they could speak to her on a particular matter that was apparently important to all of them. David had welcomed Donna into their home and invited her to take a seat in their large and comfortable living room before he joined his wife on the sofa opposite. She studied them both for a moment. Jean was a neat almost prim woman of forty-eight, thinner than her and a head or so smaller. She had a pretty face though, Donna thought, permed midnight hair and with such large pretty eyes fringed with the sexiest long black eyelashes; she wondered if she had secret depths hidden far away beneath the rather mundane persona she tended to display. Her husband David looked like a rather ordinary person, going to seed somewhat, with thinning hair and a middle-aged paunch. They weren't really her friends or even her kind of people, she knew that. In fact the only reason she tolerated their company was because of their daughter Amanda. A picture of her sweet upturned face sprang into her mind, she was back in her house alone with her, and they were kissing... Oh bliss! "We want to talk to you about Amanda." David Stone said. Donna jumped out of her romantic reverie with a guilty blush. Were her thoughts so transparent? Was he reading her mind? "We know you like her." "Well yeah, she's a nice kid..." began Donna with a slight frown as the first stirrings of panic (namely the fact that the girl was only eleven years old) welled up in her throat. "I mean of course...." "No, I mean you really like her Donna" David smiled as he put emphasis on the word 'really' . We've both noticed the way you look at her and how she blushes whenever you do. Don't get frightened... please, just let me continue. I know some of this might seem strange to you. You're probably afraid that I'm going to be hostile. Let me start off by saying that I know what you and Amanda have been doing, I know how you kissed her and would probably have gone further if circumstances had allowed you to. Frankly I don't think it's any of my business even if you had. All I can see is the enchantment and love written all over Amanda's face, and that makes me very happy indeed." "I . . ." "Don't say anything yet. Just hear me out and I think you'll understand where I'm coming from. The real reason I'm so pleased with Amanda's choice of an adult friend goes way back to my own childhood. When I was eight years old I was befriended and taught about love by a thirty-six year-old woman who happened to be a friend of my Mother. These days it would be labelled child abuse, but nothing could have been further from the truth. She was kind and considerate, and she genuinely loved me. And what was more important, she taught me to love and respect other people and become confident in myself. She was very tender, and she went very slowly. But she taught me about love and how to give it in every way, shape and form. I went through my entire childhood spending as much time with her as I could until I became a man in my own right and started dating girls my own age. I will always be very grateful to her, Donna, and I see nothing wrong in you and Amanda finding the same kind of happiness if that's what you both want." Donna was pensive as she absorbed this latest revelation. A woman taking an eight-year-old boy for her lover was no more peculiar than the idea of her and Amanda or Brittany come to that, it was . . . "Donna." Donna swung her head towards Jean as she snapped out of her reverie, dimly aware her mouth was wide open she closed it and then raised an eyebrow questioningly deciding to deny everything to the police if that's what all this was about. "You haven't a thing on me, I did noth. . . ." "No dear, don't jump to the wrong conclusions," soothed Jean "just hear us out. David isn't mad at you, nor am I dear, we're not the kind of people to condemn anyone. You see David had an unusual childhood, one that he told me of as soon as we fell in love, and it didn't spoil anything. It's been the best thing that ever happened to him apart from. . . ." They were in love, enveloped and embraced by it, an entity in itself that bound them both together so strongly that for a moment Donna regretted the way she was, she knew her own personal needs would never allow her to experience the normal love of a man the way any other women could. . . . "Apart from you, my love." David continued as he placed his hand tenderly over his wife's. Her face lit up and they shared a warm smile before she resumed. "We've spoken to Amanda. She thinks a lot about you Donna, in fact she's in love with you." Donna blinked stupidly for a moment, expecting the dream to evaporate any second. But it didn't, this was real life, it was actually happening! Amanda's parents were calmly telling her they knew of her illegal activities with their eleven-year-old year-old daughter and they didn't mind. What's more, from what David was saying, it sounded like they wouldn't be averse to her having a full physical relationship with her. Jean's eyes met hers in a level stare and Donna suddenly saw her in a new light; she had hidden depths within her prim character which had as yet gone untapped. "There's one more thing. . . . . David?" She turned to her husband with a raised eyebrow. "Ah. . . .Yes. The lady in question was a person of refinement. For her everything had to be just so, including her pleasures. She was quite fastidious in the manner of how I pleased her, it had to be done correctly or she would be upset -- and I hated that more than anything since I adored her so much. In other words Donna, I became her servant. I pandered to her every whim and need; my only aim in life was to provide her with pleasure. She taught me that the mouth is a tool; it can do many things such as make wonderful sounds when we sing or use it to play a musical instrument. But to do both of these things and many more it needs to be schooled. In this respect she was my tutor. She taught me how to use my lips and tongue in a myriad of different and exciting ways to please and thrill her lovely body, and in time my mouth did indeed become a finely tuned instrument. Thanks to my lover I learned all the nuances and skills of oral servitude and it has stood me in good stead for pleasing other women in adult life." Jean's face broke into a blushing smile as she and her husband shared another look, this time one of quiet agreement. David began to lightly run the small finger of one hand up and down between each of the fingers on Jean's hand, which now rested, lightly clenched, on his knee. His pinkie, as it lingeringly flicked over and back against each crook where two fingers met, reminded Donna of a tongue tasting the deep, sweet cracks of a yielding anus. In turn Donna began looking at the Stone's in a new light. They had suddenly become very interesting, and she felt she would like to know more about them as people in their own right rather than just using them as a means of getting to Amanda. "It has done me no harm." He continued. "I'm a quiet man and that's my nature, I usually prefer others to do the talking but I listen to what they say, and I have learnt a great deal that way. She taught me to do that when I was with her. I listened to every word she said, and then obeyed. I never needed to be told twice and that not only stood me in good stead with her, but it helped me in my professional life when I grew older." Donna reflected on his success in business, he was the vice president of a large insurance company and was clearly thriving in his endeavours. . .. . . . . . . "I'd like Amanda to enjoy the benefits of such a relationship and what it can bring to her in later life. We would like you to be her Mistress, and for her to be your servant. Do you accept?" Donna closed her eyes for a moment as her gaze travelled inwards to examine her soul. This wasn't just about her pleasure; there was more to their request than that. Yes, she would slake her needs with Amanda; she would quench her thirst with her a thousand times and more. But it had to be paid for. Her pleasure came at a price; it would be her responsibility to shape Amanda's mind and character into that of a successful and attentive young lady. It would mean dividing her attentions between Amanda and her own daughter. There'd be no strain on her libido, she knew that; her sex drive had always been abnormally high, she would tire the two girls to exhaustion and not the other way round. "Yes I accept!" She said, staring into the eyes of each one of them. Relief showed itself on their faces as they saw the commitment and determination on Donna's face and any tension they had felt ebbed out of them as they both sank back in their seats satisfied. . . "With all my heart I accept." They broke out the drinks now the weight had been lifted and it was decided Amanda would stay with Donna over the summer holidays. It would mean an intense one-to-one relationship with the young girl, which meant that Brittany couldn't be in the same house. She would try and arrange something with Susan, she was sure something could be worked out. Or at least she tried to tell herself it could, such was her eagerness to find a way to make it all work. It was also agreed that Amanda should come home for a weekend halfway through her stay. After all six weeks was a life time to a child, and this would at least break up the absence from her parents somewhat, and then, well, if it all worked out, Amanda could visit Donna's house three times a week to continue their relationship while Brittany in turn would spend those particular nights in Amanda's bed at the Stone's. Of course Susan would be involved too on any weekend she could visit them she could join her and Brittany, so all in all it sounded pretty damn perfect. . . .if everything worked according to plan. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Donna hadn't looked forward to telling her daughter, but she needn't have worried in the end, she'd taking the news as though it was the beginning of a big adventure, and in a way it was. . . . "Mom, are you awake?" The first rays of early morning light were beginning to filter through the blinds casting a sea of faint tiger stripes over the two lovers. Donna lay on her side facing her daughter as her eyelids flickered open and cast a bleary glance over the bedroom. It looked so romantic with it's delicate shades of pink, it's pastel walls and sweeping silk curtains now tied back by Brittany to let in the morning. "Mmm... yes I must have closed my eyes again. How are you? . . Did you sleep well?" "Yes . . . not bad. Is it a long way to France?" She chirped. Donna gave an inward smile. Brittany was referring to her stay with the enigmatic Ellen. Susan would have been delighted to have Brittany for the rest of the summer holidays, but unfortunately she'd been landed a special assignment overseas and away from the newsroom. But all wasn't lost, as Susan had offered to take Brittany to a friend of hers. Ellen, her friend was an English woman, she was a painter who'd been living in the South of France for the last three years since the divorce of her husband, and Susan thought she and Brittany might become friends. Donna bent down to give her little lover a chaste kiss on the cheek before she answered her question. "Not that far love." "Will we be going in Susan's car?" "Yes dear. Susan's taking you there." "If she drives very fast will we get there even quicker." "I hope she doesn't drive fast darling, and I'm sure she won't. I want you to get there safely and in one piece rather than go to quickly and have a crash." "If it isn't very far, why will it take two days?" "Because you're going to be staying the night in a motel with her. Isn't that what you want? You keep telling me how much you like Susan." "I do like her Mummy, she's a pretty lady but not as pretty as you." Brittany's hands now rested on her Mother's breasts while her fingers absent mindedly stroked the hardening nipples. Donna sighed luxuriously; aroused at the contact she flexed like a cat and thrust her breasts upwards for continued attention before leaning forward and kissing her wetly on the lips "Oh my darling." "Mum?" "Yes honey." "When we go to France, how will I know what they're saying if they talk different to me?" "They won't all just speak French, some of them speak English as well.... and besides Ellen understands and speaks French, so she can tell you what they're saying." "Will Ellen like me?" "Ellen will have to like you. How couldn't she? You're the prettiest, most scrumptious little girl in the whole world." "Hee... hee... hee... Oh is that true... am I really?" "Of course it's true. If Mummy says it's true it has to be, you're absolutely delicious, and that's official!" . . . . . . . . . . . . "Will she be my friend like Susan is?" "Hmm... you mean just like Susan is? I don't know Brittany, I really don't. Ellen is Susan's friend, but even Susan doesn't know her that well. She's a very mysterious lady our Ellen, so who knows? She once had a younger girlfriend for a while, but she wasn't as young as you, that was over two years ago, just after her husband left." "How old was her girlfriend?" "Eighteen." "And how old is Ellen?" "Ellen is forty-six love. She was forty-three then." "Heee... heee.... heee." "Oh... what's tickled you giggle can" "Is Ellen sexy?" "Oh I see... thinking of her already are you.... and before you're even out of our bed... Well yes, little Miss cutie pants, she's very sexy so there.... However..... I'm sexier than anyone.... AREN'T I BRITTANY?" Silence: Brittany's eyes danced with devilment as she fought to keep silent, her lower lips twitching with the strain as she tremored with mirth under her Mother's gaze. . . . . . Oh yes? So that's it is it? No answer? . . . And never mind giggling like a drain, I'm going to make you realize how sexy I am. You'll be worn out by the time you leave here." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A waft of cool air swept past Brittany's face as the white linen bed sheets were thrown back and Donna clambered up the bed to swing her knees on either side of her head. Brittany let out a quiet sigh as she felt the soft kiss of her mother's thighs against her cheeks and the downy fuzz of her pubes nestling against her chin. "Here, let's do it properly," mumbled Donna tetchily as she climbed back over the bed. "We need my pillow for this, yours doesn't raise your head up enough for me to feel I'm connecting..." One hand lifted up her head while the other slid the pillow beneath it to raise her up. Then the slightest of shuffles and a shifting of weight was enough to bring her eager vagina within kissing distance of Amanda's lips, except Amanda didn't - not yet anyway - she preferred to look instead . . . to memorise every glistening fold and the way her mother's fingers pulled back the hood to reveal the hard finger of flesh which even now stood to attention. "Darling...." A hint of impatience in her mother's voice? "You like looking huh? Pretty little pussy isn't it? Yesss . . . You know it is, don't yoooo. It's the cutest pussy cunt in the entire world and it's all for you... all for you, honey pie. Don't you just love it? You're in love with mummy's pretty puss aren't you? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . AREN'T YOU?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Mummy." "Say you want to suck my cunt. Tell Mummy you want to suck her cunt. Say 'Mummy I want to suck, kiss and make love to your pussy until it creams in my mouth.' Say that to me Brittany!" "Mummy...." She whispered. "Louder darling, louder!" "Mummy I want to kiss suck and make love to your pussy until it gushes in my mouth and I drink it all up." "Very good...I'm very glad you want to drink it all up. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . cos here tis!" With that she squished herself down onto Brittany face with a dreamy sigh. Brittany in a world of cunt opened her mouth and curved her tongue upwards until it touched and then stroked the hard nodule of flesh that was fast becoming an old friend. Her reward came instantly in the form of a loud moan from up above and . . . . . . . . . . . . "DARLING, YES!" There can't have been many young girls trained to such perfection in oral servitude, but if there were, then Brittany would have been the best. She knew it would be the last time for them before she had to leave for France, and knowing this she gave everything she had. Every ounce of effort and every gram of knowledge were expended into the task of pleasuring the woman above her. It paid off. Donna was on the receiving end of the best servicing she had ever experienced. They say nothing lasts forever, but it seemed to for Donna as she rode out one peak and then began another, crying and screaming and bouncing against Brittany's mouth and chin. At one point she began sliding her sopping cunt up and down the girl's face from chin to forehead, groaning, churning and smearing until Brittany's skin shone a wet pink and then back onto her lips for some fast, hard fucking, brimming her with cream so that it escaped from the corners of her mouth and ran down her neck in milky rivulets. It was a wild session that left them both exhausted, Donna especially. 'Too much pleasure can be harmful to the health' she thought fleetingly as she snuggled her war torn body against Brittany, and pulled up the bed sheet to drift back into sleep. Brittany's hand stole down between her own legs and began to gently rub her small clitoris, the warmth of her Mother's sweet scented body and the soft duvet sending her to a wonderful world of rainbows and ecstasy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Donna woke some time later to the sound of the toilet lid being clunked down and the loo flushing. The very sound brought stirrings within her bowels and bladder and she grimaced as they gave a familiar churn. A lazy kick from her elegant leg sent the covers flying over the side of the bed as Donna got up to head for the bathroom. "Hi Mum." "Mmm hi darling", she sighed dreamily. "You were wonderful this morning . . . just out of this world." "I wanted it to be good for you Mummy," she smiled, blushing all the way across her lovely face. "Cos I'm going away and it's the last time I can make you happy." Love shone from Donna's face as she smiled into Brittany's eyes. Mmm . . . Yes . . . the last time. The last time to make her feel good . . . . Well she'd done that all right. Her innards gave a low growl of protest that even Brittany could hear, and just then Donna thought of another indulgence, her favourite as it happened. After all she reasoned, even though it was only two nights since, it would be some time before they could do it again. She bent down and brought her lips to Brittany's in an open mouthed kiss that lasted long enough for her nipples to rise up from her breasts. "Mmmm . . . Oh Brittany my dear." She sighed before skipping her lips across her face from cheek to ear in a smattering of soft wet kisses. She nibbled the lobe of an ear for a moment as amidst a fit of quiet giggles from Brittany, she made a funnel with her hand to whisper in her ear. "I need your mouth for a potty!!" Brittany gasped in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by the obscene demand, and seeing amusement in her Mother's face, she rallied quickly, trying to gain the upper hand with a cheeky retort that would go some way to restoring her loss of face. "No, not today Mummy, not hungry today thanks." She tittered with twinkling eyes and a face made for mischief. Donna stared at her through narrowed eyes with enough chagrin in her face to make Brittany clasp a hand over her mouth. "Oops!" "I'll give you oops young lady." She said, pretending to be angry, but not fooling Brittany in the slightest. "Have you ever heard of force feeding?" And then not waiting for an answer. . . . "It's what they do to naughty people who won't eat their dinners; they force em' to eat it through a nasty tube." She stared at her daughter's cheeky face for a moment and imagined the bizarre scenario, and then burst out laughing, a moment later Brittany followed suit and fell into Donna's arms. "Oh Mummy, you know I will. I love you! I know how much you like to do it with me. I'll be your toilet anytime you want, I'll always be your good girl!" "You're gonna come quietly then?" She drawled in a corny voice from a corner of her mouth. "Yes Mummy." Donna smiled smugly as she took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom, where she seated the child in the bath and climbed in after her. She turned to face her, and went into a squat over her head. She was angling her self into position when she stopped to notice Brittany looking up at her with a puzzled expression. "Mum if you force-fed me, how would you make me drink? Would you pee in a bottle and spoon it into my mouth like you do with the horrible medicine?" Donna had just relaxed her vagina sending a few stray drops of pee pattering down onto Brittany's face, but then when she began to speak she gritted her teeth to rein herself back. But the effect of her daughter's hilarious question caused her to shake with laughter sending pee bursting out of her in all directions like a spinning water canon. Cursing and laughing she squatted down lower and managed to control her aim a little, but not the intensity, so that it hit the back of Brittany's throat as she tried to drink it, and then foamed back out of her mouth and down her neck. Donna's breasts fell and bounced into each other like a pair of tipsy revellers, as overwhelmed by another spate of giggles began by the spectacle of Brittany's struggles, she lost all sense of aim, and a cloudburst of golden rain soaked Brittany's hair and gasping features. It came to an end when there was nothing left to give the poor girl Luckily she saw the funny side too and joined her mother as she broke out into peals of delighted laughter. Donna by now completely helpless, scrambled down into the bottom of the bath pulling Brittany with her in a tangle of arms, legs, breasts and laughing kissing mouths. In time the chortles merged into sporadic titters, and eventually died down until a hush of calm settled over the white tiled room as they lay making love to each other with just their eyes. "I'll never be able to get enough of you," Donna whispered in a voice brimming over with love and emotion, "not even if I live a thousand life times. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .You're just perfect." Then she sighed and hauled herself up from the bottom of the wet bath and took a familiar stance as she bent over to rest her hands on her knees and present Brittany with her waiting buttocks. Looking down past her shoulders she gave an almost imperceptible lift of her eyebrows, a silent question to the seated child who nodded briefly and then slid down behind her, open mouthed and ready. "Push your tongue up inside me," she said her voice rushing out in a hungry gasp. "I want you to taste it as it slides into your mouth." Brittany slid her tongue between the chubby cheeks, and felt the flesh give way to her as she entered the canyon in-between. As soon as she felt Brittany's warm face pressing into her crease, Donna pushed back, wanting to feel her tongue buried inside her ass. She wasn't disappointed when she felt it wriggle around inside the dark sensitive flesh of her anus, knowing she was tasting the tart musky flavour of her bowel secretions. Brittany felt the walls of the anus give a pulse as a waft of gas discharged from within. She tasted it before it entered her mouth, its texture a cloying wetness and a taste of things to come. It came almost immediately this time. The anal ring suddenly expanded, and pushed outwards in the form of a small fleshy cone and from within a soft, bloated mass emerged that pushed her tongue back into her mouth followed swiftly by a seven-inch piece of shit. As always the taste was utterly horrid, so bitter and foul it defied description. It exploded its filth, filling her oral cavity to the brim. Still it came on, the long fibrous rope creaking and crackling until it parked itself in her throat, making her retch and splutter. As usual Donna shook with excitement with the knowledge of what she was doing. The vileness of the act she was perpetrating on a child barely thirteen - making her eat her shit - made her reach her hand between her thighs and play with herself unashamedly. She listened to the noises below her, the chomping, spluttering and the unmistakable sound of swallowing, and she knew Brittany had eaten her first mouthful of her. There was more to come as she grunted again, and sent the next item down the production line... the dirt chute from her bowels. She moaned knowing she was raping her child with her shit, stretching the corners of her lips as she struggled to accommodate its girth. The flavour was too robust for her taste buds. Tears ran down her cheeks as she chewed and swallowed each clump into her stomach, yet still it kept sliding out of her Mother's rectum and into her mouth. With a final 'phut' from the caked-up rosebud, a fine spray of odure shot out to speckle her lips and cheeks in a fine brown mist of stinking cack, the final salvo that signalled an end to the bizarre orgy. Donna fell back into the bath masturbating. Glassy eyed and slack jawed she lay slumped as she stared at Brittany's shit covered face, each movement of her jaw as she chewed and swallowed was watched and celebrated with a litany of hungry moans as she came. Breakfast had been served. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------ Ellen Ellen Peters was all of 46, single (now) and bored. Blessed - some would have thought - with an idyllic life, she lived in a beautiful villa on a sunlit Spanish island. She had ample time on her hand since the divorce from her husband; the settlement had been more than generous. Ellen was a photographer, a professional photographer who now spent much of her time photographing the beautiful island and selling her work to stock libraries. The divorce had been more of a drifting apart than an acrimonious bust up; they had always had an open marriage, Anthony, her husband, had his women, while Ellen had hers. Ellen was bisexual, or at least used to be, for nowadays her preferences ran solely towards women and younger ones at that, she had just come out of a discreet affair with Sadie, a love struck nymphet who was some years her junior. Ellen had spent a lot of time photographing people in the public eye when she lived in the UK, and one of her projects had been Susan. The attraction was immediate and they'd adjourned to a hotel room shortly after the shoot to get further acquainted. They'd been lovers on and off ever since. Good friends too. There were no secrets between them; all confidences were shared . . . including the secret of Brittany. At first Ellen had been shocked and didn't want to become involved, let alone hear about it. But over the last few months her curiosity had got the better of her to the point of wanting to know everything about her and all they had done together. She found herself thinking of them in each other's arms more and more, something which gave her a serious itch down below as she pictured the scene between Brittany, her Mother, and Susan. So when Susan had phoned her a week ago and asked if she would not only like to meet Brittany, but to have her stay with her for most of the summer, Ellen had just about flipped . . .before saying yes, of course! Not that she had any intention of becoming involved herself, that was far too risky. No, that had nothing to do with her eagerness. Her reason was curiosity. How could Susan put herself in that position with a mere child? If she were ever found out they'd lock her away for sure, and throw away the key. No, not for her. She was far too smart. . . On the other hand it wouldn't do any harm to meet the girl, and it would be nice to have her company. Why, she could be her young assistant, and accompany her on photography excursions around the island. What fun, a little friend all of her own who didn't ask complicated questions or try to organise her life. Ellen had always missed out on not having a daughter. It would be rather touching to have a young girl around the place, and there wouldn't be any risk of getting herself into Susan's situation. It had only been the bizarre nature of Susan's circumstances that had given her a buzz, nothing more. If anything there was a large dollop of morbid fascination involved, it was difficult to imagine the kind of girl who'd not only allowed herself to become sexually involved with an adult, but had actively taken part of her own free will and by all accounts was still enjoying herself. Maybe she was slightly simple in some way, although Susan had insisted she was such a bright child. It was late afternoon when they arrived. Ellen heard the car pull up in the driveway just after five o'clock and stopped working in the light room to hurry over and let them in. "Hi you two," she cried, "Come in, come in! How was your journey? You must be tired?" The glamorous blonde pushed through the doorway with a radiant smile and a wail of glee and then threw her arms around her friend, embracing her with a fierce hug and a searing kiss on the lips. "Oh Ellen! It's sooo good to see you my love . . . Oh thank you thank you," she cooed. "Come on in Brittany, my angel!" There was a tentative pause, and then Brittany stepped through the door, tilted her head up and gave Ellen a shy smile. Neither of them spoke, instead they studied each other in silence; two pairs of eyes jumping form one spot to another as they took in everything before them. Ellen was a smart middle-aged woman with a heart-shaped face; tidy sloping nose and wide generous mouth. Her hair was blonde, bleached by the sunlight and cut into a neat bob set off nicely by her rich honeyed tan. Like most women who claimed a place in Brittany's life, Ellen, if nothing else looked intelligent. Deep hazel eyes sloped lazily across her face and looked perceptive as they in turn weighed her up. A series of small faint lines had spread around her eyes and mouth, giving her a weathered look; Brittany thought they gave her character instead of making her look old. Travelling down she noted Ellen had a curvy, but not an over generous figure. Nicely raised breasts, and a pair of long, pointed nipples poking against her light cotton top looked extremely interesting to Brittany's lesbian scrutiny. Trim waisted, she carried no extra weight around her middle while her legs were long and shapely in a pair of thin purple slacks. Brittany approved! Ellen in turn, found Brittany delightful. So cute, with a face like a cherub and ribbons the same colour as her dress. No wonder Sue had fallen for her. Even as she scolded herself for such a thought, her gaze swept down to take in the girl's sexy figure in her crisp pink dress complete with white socks and sandals. Like a princess in a fairytale? Why was she dressed like that? It was almost too obvious... as though to tempt her. But into what? The answer came immediately with an image of her and the girl in each other's arms kissing like lovers in her white-sheeted bed. But she was ready to resist such a temptation, or at least she hoped she was! Ellen gave Susan a hooded look before bending down on one knee before Brittany. "Hello Brittany. It's so nice to see you! You're even prettier than I imagined, and what a lovely dress. Did your Mum buy it for you to wear on your holiday?" "Yes," she replied innocently as she held her arms behind her back and rocked up and down on her heels. "Susan and Mum thought you would like to see me weari. . ." "Erm . . ." Susan interjected hurriedly before the little darling went and spilt the beans completely, although it was probably too late judging by the narrow look Ellen was giving her. Of course it had all been her idea, she just wanted Ellen to find her . . . well attractive enough to maybe see a few possibilities with the girl. She knew it was too obvious now, the way she and Donna had dressed her up to look like a fairytale, and hadn't Ellen said she wanted nothing to do with that, there'd be no repeat of the kind of things she and Donna had been getting up to with her. It was so unfair though, Susan thought, as she noted Ellen's reaction; it would be so good for her. Brittany was the most delightful bed companion a woman could wish for, so attentive to one's needs in that respect. If only Ellen would only try it once, she'd be sure to swoon with delight when she experienced that cheeky little tongue of hers and then what a bond there would be between them for the rest of the weeks they had together. "We thought the thin cotton would be about right for the hot weather." She said lamely. "Perhaps it is a little Bo Peep though, although she has plenty of other clothes anyway, a whole suitcase full back in the car . . . I'll just go and fetch it." Ellen nodded and gave her a wary smile deciding to let it go. The bait hadn't been taken because she wasn't made the same way as Susan and Donna, she just didn't go for young girls, for goodness sake. That didn't mean she wasn't going to dote on her though, she looked an absolute treasure with those big blue eyes and goldilocks hair, yes she would spoil her and they'd get along just famously, and that was how it should be; but there'd be no improprieties between them, and that was that she decided. After a meal of sole and sardines finished off with a mouth-watering salad and then ice cream, Ellen showed Brittany to her room further down the hall. Like Ellen's it faced out towards the sea with a beautiful view across the bay. She settled to play with her colouring books while Susan and Ellen took to the balcony with a couple of tall glasses and a bottle of chardonnay. A light breeze wafted the scent of pine trees towards them as they sat at the table. Susan signed as she tasted the cool wine and then smiled into the evening sunlight as it cast a warm glow over the waves. "Brittany's going to love it here." Susan breathed. "I hope so Sue." Ellen said, setting down her wine glass with an appreciative smack of her lips. "I hope she doesn't get too homesick away from her Mum. Their relationship's pretty special isn't it?" A girl's voice drifted towards them as Brittany sang the words of a popular pop song while colouring in her cartoons. "She's a happy child." Replied Susan gently, sensing her friend's direction. "I promise you no harm's come to her, they're both very much a couple, and deeply in love. She's an intelligent well-adjusted child, and she's going to grow up into a formidable lady just like her Mother. Please don't look at her disapprovingly for enjoying what she does, who's to say she shouldn't like what she's doing just because her age doesn't fit in with what our staid society expects. As long as she takes pleasures in such loving - unusual as that loving is - then why condemn it?" Ellen reached over to caress Susan's shoulder before taking it away and replacing it with her lips and a gentle kiss. "I'm sorry if I came over like that darling, I didn't mean to. I suppose I just find the idea so strange, even though I find the bizarreness of the whole thing quite stimulating for some reason." She paused to take a gulp of the cool wine, searching for the right words. "Part of me finds it exciting, a turn-on even to think of you having her like that and then getting her to do all of those things." Susan raised a silent eyebrow. "I just don't think it's my thing," she continued. "Not that young anyway." "But you do like younger girls." Susan stated. "Yes I do . . . but no younger than eighteen. You know I like them, they make me feel so alive!" She sighed wondrously. "But there is a difference." "Well at least there's one thing we do have in common." "Oh what's that?" frowned Ellen. "We're both advocates of what, for want of a better term, could be called, the unequal relationship." Her eyes twinkled conspiratorially. "You've admitted as much yourself, how you prefer them to give you all the pleasure; you find the excitement much greater that way, having some young thing bury her head between your thighs and send you to heaven and back. You love it!" A giggle erupted from Ellen's lips before she put a hand over them and cocked her head in the direction of Brittany's room. A child's voice glided into the rapidly darkening night as it hummed another tune to the accompaniment of a pair of scribbling hands. Satisfied Ellen continued. "It's true. I can be very demanding." "Don't I just know it!" laughed Susan. "No not like that," Ellen blushed. "With you and I it's different . . It's equal give and take, and that's beautiful in a different way. It's just a bit depraved with a younger girl, you know . . ." She paused and pulled a face as she searched for the right words. . . "It gives me a buzz to demand things, boss them about even . . . I don't know why, it just does." Susan cocked an eyebrow at her friend thinking they were more alike than Ellen would ever admit. She wondered how long it would be before she began to think of Brittany as a candidate for that kind of loving. Some time later after both women had drank the rest of the bottle and half of the next, Susan reached over and took her friends hand. "Just a sec . . ." . . . . . . . . "BRITTANY! . . ." "Yes." Came the sleepy reply. "Get into bed now, make sure you've cleaned your teeth first and I'll be over in five minutes." There was a soft crump as Brittany threw down her colouring book and headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to put Brittany to bed now," she said, looking into Ellen's eyes . . . " And to collect my good night kiss." Ellen's gaze pierced into Susan's briefly as she sought conformation of her suspicion of what a 'goodnight kiss' meant. It came back at once without so much as the twitch of a muscle. Ellen was the first to blink. "I see," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. "Do you still want me to come later?" Asked Susan. Susan had assumed they'd be sharing the same bed. They always did, since they were so genuinely fond of each other, and the pleasure they found in each other's arms was real enough. Both women had been looking forward to tonight. "Of course I do, you silly fool," tittered Ellen as a myriad of crow's feet spread from her eyes. "Only you'll be providing the entertainment for the first part of the night." Susan laughed with relief as the tension disappeared between them. "Very well it'll be my pleasure." "No honey," Ellen shook her head. "Didn't you hear what I just said . . . . . . It's going to be my pleasure . . mine entirely." Susan padded off in the direction of Brittany's bedroom, after Ellen announced she'd be waiting for her in bed. Instead Ellen made a silent detour and followed her friend down the corridor so she could peer through the doorway when Susan joined Brittany in her bedroom. Brittany was already tucked up in bed, wearing her favourite pyjamas, her eyes fluttering at the edge of sleep with her sparkling blue eyes just visible beneath the trembling lids. Susan's breathing deepened as she neared the bed and gently lifted the tired youngster's head from the pillow. Then she leant forward to lift up her own skirt and press the girl's mouth against her knickers. Without even the briefest recourse to conscious thought, Brittany's tongue began to flicker against the thin material, swiping up and down the contoured groove as she inhaled the seeping aroma. "Good girl, good girl" soothed the woman. "You were so wonderful in the motel last night darling . . " And then . . . "Here . . . just let me pull this out of your way so you can get to me properly." Susan reached down to pull her panties aside and accommodate the awakening girl. Wet opened mouthed kisses followed her probing tongue after it had wriggled this way and that, stimulating the pink fleshy lips until they suffused with blood and sprouted open like a blossoming flower. "Oh God!" whispered Susan as she tousled and tugged at the girl's long blonde hair. "Oh yes darling!" Long minutes passed by. A succession of fevered sobs sang against the walls of the dimly lit room as Susan held the girl's head beneath her blue skirt. All seemed well until a moan of frustration ceased the steady stream. "Just a sec honey . this isn't going to work out . . just let me". . Susan stepped back for a moment. From her vantage point in the doorway Ellen heard the sound of silk swishing down stockinged legs as her panties were slid down and kicked away. An impatient whimper followed as she shoved her pulsing nether lips back into Brittany's face, shifting her weight from one foot to another as she jostled for a firmer purchase against her mouth. A stifled gasp issued from the bedroom doorway, enough to alert Susan to another's presence had she not being carried away with alcohol and lust. Crying out as though in pain she lurched into Brittany's mouth, jerking and clutching her sharp nails into the girl's skull. Ellen watched Susan's spasming buttocks as she trembled and shook over Brittany's face. Her eyes widened; even though Brittany's efforts to swallow the woman's spending could be heard quite clearly she noticed a rivulet of milky liquid running down her chin and then another sprouting from the corner of her mouth. It was all too much. She tiptoed to her own bedroom and threw off her clothes as though on fire, and there, stark naked she waited for Susan to slake her own flames and then come and put hers out. To be continued....