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Subject: {ASSM} Forbidden Needs part 5  FFf ws scat
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Forbidden Needs 


The party was thrown to celebrate Donna's new contract with Channel 15
and was held in the garden of her home with a few friends. Some were
colleagues from the television station, while the rest consisted of
friends and neighbours such as the Stone's. The last rays of sunlight
from a warm August afternoon filtered through the beeches spreading
shadows over the terraces and the long sweeping lawns. Caterers had
been hired, and they mingled discreetly with the guests offering trays
of carefully prepared food, while others topped up champagne glasses.
The new contract offered Donna another three years with Channel 15;
and meant an increase in income of twenty five percent, enough to make
her a wealthy lady. She was in animated conversation with the Stones,
Amanda's Parents, who now counted themselves as friends when she heard
a particularly loud burst of laughter coming from the poolside. She
looked over and saw her friend Susan surrounded by a group of
appreciative men and their watchful wives holding forth on the lighter
moments of broadcasting.  The blonde woman looked stunning; her
lightly tanned skin complimented a black low cut top, while a slim
split skirt of the same colour, with the hem ending just above her
knees completed the amazing effect. Everything was going well thought
Donna, the conversation was flowing like the drinks, as laughter,
punctuated by the clinking of glass, drifted up into the sultry
evening air. Tonight was important; it was much more than a few
friends celebrating in the garden. It was a beginning, the culmination
of weeks of planning, and of a carefully built friendship with the
Stone family. They responded with warmth to her overtures and had been
genuinely flattered to count such a well-known personality as their
friend.

It was an important night for other reasons too. Susan and Brittany
were to meet each other for the first time, if they liked each other;
Donna had for them to slip away and spend the evening in Brittany's
bedroom. Why arrange it to happen during the middle of a party?  Why
not invite Susan over to the house, and then go out and leave them
together?  At the core of the matter was Susan's anxiety that Brittany
might not like her; she felt it would have been awful if Brittany were
left in the house alone with her, feeling she had to go along with her
wishes when she really didn't want to. This way she could back out by
giving her Mother a discreet whisper of 'no thank you' and Donna could
have led her away. Naturally it would be disappointing for Susan, but
for her, it was far better than the alternative.

"Why didn't you bring Amanda, Jean?" asked Donna turning back to the
Stones.

"Well to tell you the truth Donna we thought it was a little late for
her. Sally Ellison, the girl from next door offered to baby-sit, so
she's looking after her for the evening."

She nodded at the respectfully dressed woman's words while secretly
wishing it were she who was looking after young Amanda.

"Just a little past her bed time." intoned David Stone solicitously as
he looked up at the tall woman. The smartly dressed, somewhat small
man regarded her with a peculiar wistfulness that one sometimes has
for things that can't be obtained. Donna didn't like him but forced
herself to smile back sweetly.

"Umm...shame though. We're having fireworks later... Oh well, never
mind."

"Mum."

Donna felt a tug on her skirt and looked round to see her daughter
Brittany smiling nervously at her. She was wearing a small turquoise
halter-top and a pair of clingy black jeans that fitted tightly over
her curvy buttocks. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful with long
golden hair framing her pretty oval face, bright blue eyes and round
rosy cheeks.  She was so proud of her lovely daughter, the prettiest
creature in the world for Donna and the light of her eyes. Once again
she mentally pinched herself when she thought of just how lucky she
REALLY was.

"I see you're wearing your favourite top for me, you know how cute I
think you look in it. You look fabulous darling" she smiled down at
her. Brittany's eyes darted pleadingly towards the ring of people by
the pool, or to be precise the person in the centre of the ring.
Susan.

"Or maybe not for me?" she smiled wryly. "Okay, okay...I'll introduce
you to her. Come on saucer eyes."

She took hold of her daughter's hand while smiling back at the
Stone's.

"Sorry, will you excuse us. Brittany's been itching to meet our famous
newsgirl over there." She nodded in her direction.

"Oh, of course. My, my you look a picture Brittany," gushed Jean.
"You're so lucky to have such a gorgeous daughter Donna."

She squeezed Brittany's hand and sang over her shoulders.

 "I know Jean, I know, but you're lucky too", very lucky, she thought
to herself as her mind raced back to the passionate kiss her and the
young teen had shared. With and effort she switched her mind back to
the present and led her daughter to the swimming pool.

"Oooh there she is." exclaimed Brittany as her excitement grew. "She
looks far prettier than on the telly."

Donna chuckled quietly as she saw Susan look up from her circle of
admirers and spy Brittany for the first time. The rest of the group
were looking up at the blonde with a look of expectation as they
waited for her to finish her sentence, but she stopped talking when
she glimpsed the approaching figures. Her eyes widened for a moment
then her heart began beating faster as she focused on the approaching
girl; her and Brittany shared the same sentiments when it came to
fresh young beauties. Susan was struck by how delicate she looked
compared to the photo. She looked so young; far too young to be
getting up to the kind of things her and her Mother were doing. With a
start she realized her mouth was wide open, but luckily the rest of
the group hadn't noticed, they were also watching the approaching
couple.

"Hi Donna. My what a lovely girl you have." One dark haired woman
called out.

There was a murmur of agreement and Donna smiled at their adoration,
especially from the women, as snatches of: "Oh isn't she gorgeous."
"Isn't she lucky." And "Oh my, what an angel" came drifting over to
her.

'Yes isn't she.' Susan added under her breath. 'Please let her want
me'.

Luckily the feeling was mutual. Nobody else existed for Brittany
except the elegant blonde lady, who, thought Brittany, had to be the
most stunning woman she'd ever seen. Even more so than her Mother, she
thought looking up guiltily. It seemed that Donna might have been
reading her mind as she whispered into her ear.

"Yes she is lovely isn't she?"

Embarrassed at her Mother's powers of intuition she could only blush
furiously and nod.

"I take it the answer is yes then, you want to go with her?"

"Yes Mum. I want to." She said quietly.

Donna murmured a quick "Very well" before standing up straight again
and walking the last few steps to the poolside.

"Hi everyone. Hope you're enjoying the party. Are the drinks coming
round enough?" She turned round and snapped her fingers at one of the
waitresses.

"Hey Miss, this Ladies glass is empty. Are you trying to kill my
guests with thirst?"

The flustered girl hurried over, she must have been about eighteen.
The apology written across her pretty face made Donna regret her
brusqueness towards her.

"Sorry honey, it's not your fault." She said gently "When you go back,
can you tell the supervisor to see me please, I'd like a word with
her."

"Yes Maam." She replied before going over to the fill the ladies empty
glass.

"Sorry about that." She sighed. Then changing the tone she turned to a
tall man with a cigar in his mouth. "Lenny dear, how's that new
project of yours coming along?"

"Oh well, strange you should ask that Donna, I was just...."

The conversation quickly resumed and soon the night was full of the
sound of laughter and conversation. They were especially appreciative
when Donna praised her daughter's prowess at school; Brittany even
managed a smile, which brought even more wistful smiles and sighs from
some of the party. Soon the tall man asked Donna a question about some
celebrity or other and the attention switched away from Brittany who
quickly turned away to search for Susan. She didn't have far to look;
the woman's eyes were looking straight into hers.

"Hello Brittany."

"Oh hi." She jumped.

"The others aren't taking any notice of us now. Let slip away and have
a little talk, I'm sure we won't be missed."

In fact she was right, Donna had skilfully steered the conversation
onto further interesting topics, giving her friend and her daughter
the opportunity they were waiting for.

"Lets try the gazebo, that should be quiet." Susan said quietly.

The gazebo was an old building set aside from the main part of the
garden, and was almost hidden in the dark shadows that spread out from
the ancient oak tree. They went in and sat down on a comfortably
padded sofa with a view across the rest of the lawns, it reminded
Susan of an old English novel.
 
"Here we are, nice and private Brittany. Your Mum told me about this
place."

"Yes, no one knows it's here." She grinned back.

They both beamed at each other, their smiles lighting each other's
faces in the evening light. They were silent for a moment, the sounds
from the pool drifting towards them as they listened to the other
guests having a good time.

"They're still enjoying themselves." Susan said tilting her head in
their direction.

"Umm...its nicer here." Replied Brittany wistfully.

"Yes it is."  Answered the woman.

"It is with you." Brittany added coyly. 

"Thank you. I think the same about you...You're very pretty Brittany.
I thought you were when you're Mother showed me your photo, but now
that I see you in the flesh I think you're the most exquisite creature
that I've ever seen."

Brittany didn't know how to answer that; she was lost for words in the
presence of the glamorous woman and could only look up at her with
something approaching awe. Susan was pleased at the effect she was
having, she'd been worried she might not like her, but looking into
her sweet bashful eyes she knew she needn't have worried. Her
confidence growing by the second she pressed forward her advantage.

"You know why your Mum arranged this don't you Brittany?"

"Mmm." 

"She wanted us to see if we liked each other."

Brittany nodded. "Yes I know."

"Do you like me?"

"Yes." She replied meeting the woman's glinting eyes.

Susan tossed her head back causing a shock of blonde hair to splash
across her bare shoulders. Most men would have given their hind teeth
to have been in the same position, with arguably the most glamorous
women on television, they wouldn't have believed she was using her
charms to impress an adolescent girl.
 
"Do you think I'm pretty?" She pressed further.

"Ohh yes, yes, very, very pretty." She gushed suddenly as her feelings
flooded into the open. "Mum said that we... that we might be
girlfriends and...and... that we..." He voice trailed off not knowing
how to continue. Susan felt a shiver of pure lust sweep through every
pore of her body as she realized her hopes were going to come true.
She'd been attracted to girls ever since she could remember; it was
something only her best friend Donna knew about. Now to be on the
threshold of fulfilling a lifetime's fantasy with such a beautiful
young creature was almost too good to be true.

"I'd like us to be girlfriends too Brittany. If you think I'm pretty,
perhaps you'd like to please me the way only a very special girlfriend
can?" She whispered seductively.

Brittany nodded shyly and answered in a hushed voice.

"Yes I want to."

Susan reached out and gently traced her finger over her lips, feeling
their warmth as she traced their gentle contours. She suddenly lifted
the girl's chin up with her hand so she could stare into her eyes.

"You have a lovely mouth Brittany. So beautiful...so tempting...so
delicious." She whispered slowly. "Can I have it? Can I claim it for
tonight my darling, will you use it to make me happy?"

Brittany gave a small nod as tears ran down her cheeks. Her emotions
were in turmoil, right now she'd have done anything for the seductive
woman, and she wanted this as much as she did. Such a beautiful lady,
so...so...oh just everything, she wanted to please her forever and
ever.

"Yes you can Susan, as much as you want." She gushed.

"Thank you darling, come here and kiss me, it's a long walk to the
house I may need this to keep me going." She winked.

It wasn't really, but Susan fancied a bit of smoochy 'snogging' with
the girl it felt romantic in the secluded summerhouse and besides it
would give her an appetite, not that she really needed it, for the
rest of the evening's exploits. Just the slightest of shuffles to
bring them closer, knee-to-knee, a bit more rearranging to bring their
faces together, then she was finally in her arms sharing a passionate
open mouthed kiss. Susan sighed as she reamed the girl's mouth; she
tasted of soft peaches, of sweet summer fruit, of strawberries and
cream of...of... Oh god, just a sweet sexy girl. Lips melted into one
to the accompaniment of soft sighs, their faces turned this way and
that as though seeking purchase upon the other. They shared a sensual
French kiss that lasted until both ran out of breath and had to come
up for air. Susan had never felt as alive as she did then, the night
was beautiful, the wine felt good and the kid was perfect.

"Shall we go darling? I want this more than you'll ever know."
Brittany nodded.

"Yes come with me. Is my bedroom alright?" 

"Marvellous." She cooed. "Anywhere as long as it's private."

Walking quietly from the gazebo, and glancing round for any signs of
unwanted company, they kept to the shadowy parts of the garden until
they finally reached the house. Susan bit her lip with annoyance as
she realized there were already people within, but felt reasurred when
Brittany led her to a back door that went in through the kitchen. It
allowed them to slip in unnoticed, bypassing the hallway and led them
up a flight of stairs formerly used by live-in servants during the
earlier half of the last century. The steps were wooden and creaked as
they made their way up, but luckily nobody noticed now that the music
was playing.  Brittany led the way across the landing, past her
Mothers bedroom and into hers, finally closing the door tightly behind
them, they were alone at last.

"Have you a lock?" asked Susan as she ran her hands up the inside of
the door, searching for a way to ensure they wouldn't be disturbed.

"A key!" exclaimed Brittany triumphantly as she produced one from the
bedside draw.

"Clever girl."

 She laughed as Brittany slipped it into the lock and gave it a turn.

"Lets sit down!"

They both took a seat on the small single bed then she clasped the
girl's hand and slid it over her stockings where she slowly uncrossed
her legs. She hesitated for a moment searching the girl's eyes, and
was pleased when she saw her own eagerness mirrored there. With
measured deliberation, she guided her hand between her legs to begin a
slow and sensual caress, running the palm up and down the panty
covered groove and not loosing eye contact for a moment.

"Do you like that?" 

Her voice sounded deep in the small room. Brittany nodded, feeling
entrapped by the woman's unwavering gaze. Suddenly her lips fastened
onto hers in a fiery open-mouthed kiss, the larger mouth swallowing
her own, devouring and consuming her as though nothing else mattered
except this. It ended just as quickly, as Susan pulled away, their
lips parting in a loud plop.

"Did you like that too?" She breathed.

"Mmm...yes!"

Susan frowned as a thought occurred to her.

"Brittany, I think it might be an idea to put some music on. If things
start taking off in here we don't want anyone getting nosey."

Brittany slid off the bed and picked up a CD which said 'Sounds of The
Eighties" and put it into the player. As she turned the woman stripped
off her top, pulling it over her head in one deft movement and leaving
only a skimpy black bra to cover her firm breasts. Brittany turned
round and walked into her outstretched arms as she gathered her to
her. Gradually running her hands over the girl's bare legs, the woman
stroked and caressed the smooth flesh, her fingers travelling upwards
to her inner thighs and small pink knickers. Then her hand dipped
inside the material and traced the outline of the girl's puffy lips
before dipping inside. Brittany churned her hips as she felt the
woman's experienced ministrations; she luxuriated in the gentle
caress, feeling her body begin to respond as she moaned into her
mouth. She cried out again but the sound was stifled as the woman
caught her tongue and sucked it inside, moaning steadily as her own
excitement increased. Brittany's thrusts were faster now as she raced
towards an orgasm which was strong enough to send wonderful thrills of
pleasure running through her body. Her body shook as she jerked
repeatedly and then went limp as she collapsed and lay there content
while warm ripples of pleasure spread through her body like a stone
falling into a pool. She felt as though she'd passed out briefly, for
when she came to her cheeks were wet with tears and instead of sitting
on the bed she found herself on her back with Susan laying on top of
her. The kiss hadn't stopped for a second as Susan gently pushed the
teen onto her back and then climbed over her. She brought her hands up
and cupped them on either side of her wet cheeks and held her still as
she fed on her mouth. Brittany reached up to clasp Susan's bare back,
and felt the twisting flesh of the older woman beneath her palms.
Their tongues flickered against each other's briefly before Susan
captured Brittany's once more and took it in her mouth to suck on. She
felt the woman's hands leave her face and she became aware of her
wriggling her lower body. Her hips lifted from the bed as she fumbled
beneath her skirt and pulled. There was a flurry of activity and a
swishing of nylons as Susan's panties travelled down her legs and hit
the bedroom floor in a black lacy heap. Breaking the kiss and lifting
up her skirt, she walked on her knees up Brittany's body until she was
crouching over her face. With a slow wicked smile she reached down and
pulled her labia wide apart opening her pink gash to her. Brittany
gazed up at the lewd site, taking in the woman's glistening flesh, her
eyes widening with surprise as the woman stroked her clitoris, running
her finger down it's shaft after pulling back it's hood. It was larger
than her mother's and looked like an engorged finger, and she could
see it pulsing as blood swelled its size even more. Susan shifted
forward further so her view was confined to her perineum and the
puckered opening of her anus. She reached behind and pulled the tight
orifice apart, and just as she'd done with her vagina, she let the kid
see everything she had in store for her. Then she shifted back again.
Brittany looked up through the thatch of pubic hair and saw the woman
staring down at her with narrow eyed lust. She descended onto
Brittany's still open mouth with a muffled "Mpph" and began rocking. A
moment later her head was lifted off the pillow by the woman's
cradling hands as she drew her face hard against her cunt. The bedroom
shook with a loud bang as a firework exploded, it drowned out the pale
glow from the bedside light to illuminate the sight of a woman bucking
and straining over a girls mouth as the CD played on.

"Accra Accra dabbra, I'm gonna reach out and grab ya."

----------


Meanwhile Donna was enjoying the party. Although she felt slightly
jealous at the site of Brittany and Susan slipping away together, she
soon overcame that after a few more drinks and when the firework
display started she joined in with the rest of the guests cry's of
delight. It was easy to explain Susan's absence from the party, she
told them she'd had a phone call from her husband, a family emergency
or something, and she'd had to leave at once. The other revellers were
in no mood to query it as the drinks came round again. As for
Brittany, well it was getting late so she'd had to go back to the
house, in fact as she explained to her friends, she was in bed right
now. She wasn't lying of course, although she didn't add the whole
truth about what she was doing in bed and with whom. The thought made
her bite her lip as a surge of jealousy reasserted itself. A one point
during the party she slipped away from her guests and crept to the
other end of the garden where she had a view of Brittany's bedroom
window. She could see a dim glow coming from within, and knew it came
from her bedside light. Her imagination took over as she pictured the
things her and Susan would be getting up to. She knew however, that
they wouldn't be doing the one thing she enjoyed the most, that would
wait for when she got back, they'd arranged for Donna to join in with
them after the party was over, that was if everything had gone well
with Susan and Brittany, which it had. Consequently, at the same time
as enjoying herself with her friends, she was secretly wishing the
party would end. She returned to the sight of nearly all of her
colleagues from channel 15 jumping into the pool with their clothes on
and laughed as much as the others but when she was asked to jump in
with them herself she declined. At last it came to an end as the
chauffeurs arrived to take them home, with some very drunk people
collapsing onto their backseats and calling out it was the best party
they'd ever been to. She waved her goodbyes to the last of the
stragglers and then made her way to the house. As she climbed the
stairs, she hoped the two lovers hadn't become too wrapped up with
themselves; after all she didn't want to feel as though she was
unwelcome. She reached the landing and stopped, suddenly feeling
nervous and unsure and not knowing what to do next even though she
knew she was been foolish.

In the meantime Susan had been leaning over Brittany and breathily
telling her of the things she'd like to do later while dangling her
breasts against her face so she could suck on them. She'd had two
shattering orgasms while sitting over her face but that had only
served to increase her appetite for more

"You're good very with your tongue aren't you Brittany?" She breathed
huskily.

"Mmm." Came the reply as she chewed on a mouthful of breast.

"You have such a clever mouth to make me cum like that. Oh
darling...nothing in the whole world has turned me on as much as
seeing and hearing you drink me down as I came in that pretty little
mouth of yours. You're such a clever, clever girl to make me spill so
much of my hot juice down your throat. I hope you have plenty of room
for more; your Mum and me are going to give you lots and lots to
drink. I hope you're going to be nice and thirsty for us, hungry too,
I'm saving it all up for you Brittany darling, I'm going to give you
such a big dinner to eat... your Mum is too."

Susan's words formed a picture for Brittany, an image of what to
expect when they went to her Mum's bedroom and was the cause for her
forced abstention from dinner earlier that evening. The knowledge
excited her, but was also daunting. She was a natural submissive and
adored the role allotted to her in her relationship with her Mother,
that of a lover who's sole purpose in the bedroom was to serve an
older woman's whims and needs, and as dark as those were she loved
them, she was her Mothers slave in every respect. Just then she heard
footsteps on the stairs.

"Mum, is that you!"

Donna realised she'd been holding her breath and let it out suddenly
before shouting back.

"Yes honey it is. Everyone's gone home."

"She's been asking when you were going to come for the last hour."
Shouted Susan.

"Oh has she." Donna laughed feeling much better. "Well I'm here now
honey, just give me a minute and then you can join me in the bedroom,
I'll knock on your door when I'm ready for you both, then we're really
going to have some fun!"

She headed for the bedroom with a flush warming her face aided in part
by the drinks from the party. She felt randier than ever now her
doubts had been dispersed and she peeled away her clothes in record
time. She nearly tripped as she swept her knickers down her legs and
tried to kick them off. They became snagged on her foot and she
giggled and hopped around the room, her breasts bouncing and smacking
into each other until she managed to get the panties free.

"What's going on?" Shouted Susan. 

"I'm inventing a new dance." Called Donna.

"Uh?!!"

"Yes, I'm ready." She laughed as she trod naked across the landing
carpet and knocked on Brittany's door. A couple of moments later the
key turned in the lock and a grinning Susan and Brittany stepped out
to meet her, all three of them naked on the landing.

"Enjoyed your drinks?" 

"Uh huh. Enjoyed my daughter?" Countered Donna with a twinkle.

"Oh yes." 

"I see... How have you been sweetie?" She asked looked down at
Brittany.


"Oooh lovely." Cooed the girl, wrapping her arms around Susan's waist
and pressing her cheeks against her breasts.

"Sue's cool."

"Umm I see Madam, you sound like the cat that's had the cream."

"She has" winked Susan suggestively "Lots."

Donna raised an eyebrow at that and held out her hand for Brittany who
took it. Not to be outdone Susan did the same, then hand in hand the
trio walked through into Donna's bedroom with Brittany in the middle.
The room was dominated by a large double bed with crisp white sheets
folded back in seductive invitation. A soft glow lit the tasteful
d�cor and wall lights shed a mellow light over the plush furnishings
and thick sweeping drapes. The two women seated themselves on the edge
of the mattress with the girl sitting between them.

"So you had a good time did you Brittany?" asked Donna airily, running
her hands over the girl's breasts and pinching her nipples. "Well...I
think it's time for you to show me how much you still love me, after
all Susan is very beautiful, and I don't suppose I'd blame you for
wanting her more than me, after all..."

"Oh Mum" burst Brittany, "you know I love you more than anyone in the
whole world. I love you, I love you." She cried.

"Prove it then ...I'm feeling seriously deprived tonight and I need
reassuring, I need a good servicing dear and I'd like you to get on
your knees and provide it."

Susan couldn't help smiling to herself as she watched the by-play
between mother and daughter, she thought Donna aught to get an oscar
for playing the part of the unloved Mother so well. She caught Donna's
eye as Brittany crawled onto her knees, to which she smiled back
knowingly and stuck her tongue out as she read her thoughts. Susan
pulled a face back in return and whispered, "ham", which Donna ignored
and continued.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she sniffed petulantly "I mean I
wouldn't want you to think I was forcing you or anything"

Her actions gave the lie to her words as she opened her legs wide and
hauled the girl's face in-between. Brittany licked between them,
sending her tongue along the pink groove with her Mothers curly hairs
tickling her chin. She felt a pressure on the back of her head and in
response to the unspoken demand stiffened her tongue and pressed
deeper into the soaking cunt. She was fast becoming an expert, and had
been well schooled in the arts of oral sex. Pulling back the hood that
guarded the clitoris she skilfully flicked and teased it with the tip
of her tongue, then over the next few minutes flicked at it from side
to side and from top to bottom as the sounds of laboured breathing
changed to frenzied gasps from the woman above her.

Susan lay back and rested on her elbows as she watched and listened to
the sounds of lovemaking. Over the next half hour she saw Brittany
bring her mother to orgasm twice, her heart racing as Donna rode out
waves of surging ecstasy like a surfer riding the tips. Finally she
lay back spent for the time being as Susan took her place to have
Brittany eat her out too. This time it was hard work, her tongue and
jaw ached from the constant licking she'd been giving most of the
evening. Unfortunately she had no choice but to carry on working as
there was no sign of the horny woman releasing her grip. Her thighs
gripped the side of her face as she squeezed them shut and thrust her
pelvis of the bed while her cries became even more desperate as she
groaned sobbed and whimpered her way towards an orgasm.

"Yes! Keep at it! Oh god...Nggh... Oh Ohhh! Suck me Brittany! Come on!
Come on!" She demanded.

She looked down at the vision of the teen; she was such a bonny little
thing and still wearing a pair of pink panties with her long golden
hair falling over her shoulders. The top of her constantly bobbing
head was the only part of her visible from where a forest of curling
pubic hair hid her face. She used her lips like a vice to hold the
large clitoris still, and then she alternatively sucked and flicked it
with the pointed tip of her tongue. The effect of the sudden change of
tactics was devastating; Susan went crazy; she screamed and crossed
her legs over the girls back, while her hands nearly pulled out her
hair. Spurt after spurt of hot cum juice suddenly shot out of her
vagina in spasms, filling her mouth to the brim as the climax exploded
within her.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Brittany! Brittany! Brittany! How do yooo...Fuck yesss!!!
Drink me! I'm creaming your mouth. Drink everything...now! Now! Drink
my cum! Ohhh..."

She thrashed and wriggled like a stranded eel as she slammed her hips
back and forth, spewing out her orgasm into Brittany's gulping throat.
After what seemed an eternity to the girl she let out a loud sigh as
the spasms calmed down, and then sank back onto the mattress drained
and replete soon to be joined by Brittany who fell back gasping for
breath after her exertions between her thighs. A sheen of perspiration
covered the newsreaders elegant body, her shiny blonde hair lay damp
across her shoulders as her breasts rose and fell in time to her
laboured breathing.

"Wow!" That was the best. "Phew!" she gasped blowing a gust of air
from between her lips and sending her fringe blowing in the wind.

Donna felt sudden warmth towards her friend. All the years she'd known
Susan she'd harboured secret desires for young children, she felt so
happy that she'd been able to make her dreams come true, and felt
nothing but affection for her, maybe even love, it just felt so right
to be sharing this with her. She reached over, giving her hand a
gentle squeeze as she smiled into her eyes to have it returned with a
look of sheer bliss. Brittany read the tenderness in their faces and
felt contented as she lay between them and turned and kissed one of
her pale pear shaped breasts.

"I've wanted this for as long a I can care to remember." She sighed,
guiding Brittany's mouth to her nipple. "It's difficult enough keeping
me and your Mother's wonderful games a secret, but if anyone got to
find out about all of this..." She gestured to the two of them.

"It's okay they won't" Donna reassured her. "We're all very careful
aren't we Brittany? It's okay don't pull your head back to answer me,
just keep sucking on Susan. Yes like that..."

Mouthfuls of soft pliant flesh filled her mouth as she went from one
breast to another, and one woman to another, sucking and munching on
the sloping curves and hard pink nipples as they spoke of their
feelings for each other and for her. Then they were silent for a while
and the only sound in the room was the sound of Brittany's gentle
suckling.

"It's time to be wicked." Said Donna suddenly. "It's time for Mum to
be Miss Bossy Boots."

Brittany continued lapping at her mother's flesh.

"But you like that...don't you?"

Still Brittany didn't answer.

"DON'T YOU?" 	She insisted pulling Brittany's mouth from her
glistening mammary with a plop.

"Mmm."

"What do you say to me getting nasty and dirty with you?"

Brittany considered the question for a moment.

"I think you should give me more pocket money."

Donna's face froze for a moment, totally taken by surprise by the
girl's canny answer and then she burst out laughing with Susan joining
in. For a while both women were helpless with laughter as Brittany
looked from one to another of them, secretly pleased that she'd been
able to say something so funny.

"She's inherited her mother's business acumen." Laughed Susan. "Maybe
she has a case, even though it might seem like cupboard love."

"Hmm," mused Donna "Well it it's cupboard love then...here Brittany."

Donna lay back on the bed and brought her knees back over her shoulder
to have her rounded arse pointing up at the ceiling.

"You can put your mouth over this cupboard and see what comes out!"

It was obvious to Susan that this wasn't the first time mother and
daughter had performed this particular manoeuvre as Brittany moved
over to kneel before her and press her lips against her wrinkled
rosebud to form a tight seal.

Phhttttt!!! 

"Yeah take it lover," sighed Donna as she let loose a loud fart that
blew her cheeks out.

Phhhtttttt!!! "Swallow it"


Phhhtttttttttttt "Drink my farts you little slut!"


Phhhhhhhhhtttttttt "And again, take it down, you're gonna get the real
thing soon. You're gonna eat our shit till it comes out of your ears"

Brittany moaned between her mother's cheeks as another blast, this one
loose and smelly splattered down her throat.

Susan stood up from the bed with her hand plunging between her thighs
as though a surge of electric had just hit her.

"Brittany lay on the floor. I'm going to piss in your mouth!!!" Her
voice was shaking as she spoke, betraying her excitement.

"Oh yes Susan" moaned Donna. "Make her drink everything!"

Brittany jumped to obey, quickly getting into position and laying on
the floor face up. The moaning woman squatted above her face then
lowered her blonde quim to within a few inches of her open mouth.

"Ohhhh!"

A hot yellow stream began cascading from her fluttering lips and
splashing against the roof of Brittany's mouth. It was a hot night,
everyone in the room felt the night's heat as their body temperatures
rose, and Susan's piss was more than the usual 'tepid' she was used to
drinking, it nearly scalded her mouth as she gulped it down! It tasted
saline and bitter as though she'd been storing it up for sometime and
it made Brittany pull a face as she drank. On and on it spurted, never
faltering as it gushed a steady torrent into her mouth.

"Oh yes darling...drink me, I've been waiting so long to do this to
you."

Donna eyes flashed with lust as she sat and watched her pretty
daughter drinking Susan's piss. Brittany drank her piss every day, but
this was the first time she'd seen it from the point of view of a
bystander. She found the site of the stunning blonde crouching over
her face and spraying a torrent of foaming yellow pee into her mouth
too erotic for words. Her noisy gulping rang around the bedroom as her
throat struggled to take it all down with some of the piss foaming
from her mouth as it overwhelmed her. Gradually the flow died down and
then it became a steady trickle. Brittany eyes searched Susan's in a
silent plea, but she hadn't finished yet, and as the flow diminished
she changed her stance and lowered her cunt onto the girls mouth
making sure she didn't waste anything.

"Marvellous honey, just keep on drinking it. I don't want you to spill
a drop, just keep taking it down like a good girl...Yeah" she urged
"drink all of it...Drink my golden nectar!"

The trickle turned to drops as she shook them from her labia onto her
tongue.

"Thank you Brittany. I loved that. Donna honey...I'm ready to go...
you know...can I do it now. Do you mind if I go first?"

"You're the guest here." Smiled Donna. "Go ahead." Then she turned to
Brittany. "Go and bring your ribbons love, let's make you look nice
and pretty for you to say hello to Susan's bottom."

"What ribbons?" asked Susan raising her eyebrow.

"You'll see, my daughter's going to look like a wet dream in a
second."

"Here you are Mum." Quipped Brittany, as she handed her mother two
shiny pink ribbons. "Make me a little girl."

"That won't be difficult darling with your young looks." She laughed,
tossing her head back so that her long dark hair fell over her
shoulders. "You're going to look stunning darling."

"Thank you. You do love me don't you?"

Donna's face showed concern as she answered the girl's question. 

"Why of course dear. Why do you need to ask?"

"Well it's just that I'm a bit frightened. I've never had anyone else
do a poop in my mouth, only you. And if you both do it to me I don't
know if I'll be able to eat it all."

Donna knelt down next to her and draped her arms over her slim
shoulders as she kissed her on the lips.

"Just do your best darling. It's Susan's first time too, so you're
both bound to be a little nervous with each other. Just open your
mouth and eat whatever comes out of her bottom. As for both of us
doing it to you...Well honey, I know it's a lot but I'm sure you'll be
okay with it. Like I say, just do you're very best and try to eat it
all. Now just hold still a moment while I tie this... that's it now
the other one...Marvellous! Show Susan how pretty you look."

Susan whistled at the effect Donna had created; Brittany's golden hair
was tied into two pigtails, each one tied with the bright pink ribbons
to match her pink panties, but more importantly the effect served to
make her look even younger.

"Oh baby, you're just too much. My, my what a pretty little girl you
are."

"Well honey, it's finally going to happen for you." Donna smiled
"After all the years you've fantasised about having a girl as your
toilet, you're about to do it for real, it's quite a moment."

"I know darling, thank you." She gushed.

Brittany strode to a draw and pulled out a black rubber mat, then laid
it on the floor as she'd done so many times before.

"Do you want me on my back Susan?" She asked.

"No angel, just kneel down on it." She answered, her hands stroking
her middle as she felt the need to relieve herself.

Brittany did as she was told and knelt down on the mat following Susan
with expectant eyes as she walked over and stood with her back to her.
The woman's pale domes captured her gaze as she bent at the knees
adopting a posture that spoke clearly of her intentions. She pushed
her buttocks to within an inch of her face and then reached behind to
divide the two round moons.

"Open your mouth sweetie, I thought this was going to be difficult but
it isn't, it's on the move already. Put your mouth against my dirty
hole and make a seal so the shit goes straight between your lips."

Brittany made a noise in her throat which could have been nerves;
despite her attempts to appear normal she was still worried about
eating from someone else. She sighed as she pressed her face
in-between the dark cleft and covered the brown wrinkled anus with her
mouth. No sooner had she done so than a loud fart filled her, and a
huge sausage of shit slid passed the pulsing ring and pushed itself
between her lips like a flow of molten lava. She felt the soft black
lump filling her mouth, forcing her cheeks out until they hurt. It
tasted of what her Mum would call 'nasty delicious', foul and bitter
to the extreme of her senses, that was why it was so delicious, that
and the knowledge of who it was coming from.  To be used so wantonly
by a beautiful woman as she performed the basest act of nature,
listening to her grunting and straining into your mouth, was just
wonderful thought Brittany. Susan's ring 'bit' the clod off, leaving
the broken end sticking from her greasy lips at a precarious angle.
Her eyes were wide with wonder as she knelt down with her face on a
level with Brittany's and gripped the end of the brown block.

"Hold it just there darling. Let your lips make a soft bed for it to
lie on as you savour its flavour. Just run your tongue up and down and
taste it. Now bite a portion off...Yes that's it... now munch on it
and let it break in your mouth."

She did as she was told, no easy task when your mouth is full of such
a monster. The taste exploded like an atom bomb releasing flavours so
nauseating they can only be imagined at as the clods began to break
off into chewable lumps.

"Oh Brittany, I love to see you eating my shit." She gasped in a
strangled voice. "How I've wanted to have a girl do this for me... For
so many years I've dreamt. That's good... Ohhh yes, swallow it... take
it down, take it down darling, right into your belly."

So she crooned, guiding the end and pushing it between her greasy lips
until it rested on the back of her teeth. Donna got up from the bed to
stand behind her daughter and push her face onto the turd until it was
gone, eaten by the chomping angel with the pink panties and the cute
springy pigtails.

"Give her some more Sue love, I know she loves it, she eats mine often
enough, the beautiful little slut girl. Go on fill her up and don't
fucking stop even if she begs you to!"

So she babbled, her vision of Brittany's mouth being filled with
another woman's shit made her voice almost incoherent with lust as she
gabbled out her urgings.

Brittany looked up with open-mouthed wonder, bewitched once more by
the backside being jostled into her face. She felt the brown rosebud
tremble against her lips and then part to emit a soft fart that
whistled down her throat to be suddenly followed by a long train of
gooey poop. It stank and it tasted foul, but by now, Brittany was a
shit slave. Before then she was only her mother's, but after today any
female who cared to claim her mouth could have it, and as she chewed
and swallowed mouthfuls of steaming sausages she realized she'd found
her place in life. She hummed as she ate, listening to the sound of
Susan's moans of ecstasy and seeing her narrowed eye's staring back at
her as she chewed.

"Please Susan, give me more to eat...Shit in my mouth again!" She
sobbed after swallowing a mouthful of stinking waste.

"Oh my darling... Yes, I have some more... just watch this, I'm going
to flood you honey. I'm going to make you choke on it!" she gasped.

She repeated her earlier stance and cast a glance over her shoulder
but frowned in annoyance when a lock of stray blonde hair fell in
front of her eye. She swept it aside to clear her view and at the same
time thrust a face full of bare arse flesh against her mouth.  The act
seemed lewd and calculating, especially as she knew the state she was
in back there, the insides of her cheeks were brown and runny with
rivulets of poop which clasped Brittany's cheeks to cake them in a
layer of filth. Two more stools were expelled form her arse and
Brittany's jaws ground themselves together to break them down, chewing
and swallowing, she didn't waste a bite; she ate the whole lot.
Everything.

A huge grin split Susan's face as she watched Brittany clean out the
last morsel of shit from her dripping arsehole.


Wow! You've emptied me. I can't believe it darling; you've eaten the
lot. Wow!" She whooped.

 From behind her Donna smiled and playfully ruffled her daughter's hair
as she stooped down to congratulate her

"You clever girl! You never cease to amaze me. I'm so proud of you
love. Now lets see how you manage with this..."

Her voice trailed off and Brittany felt a hand on her shoulders
guiding her down onto the mat. Her gaze swept upwards along the
insides of her mothers legs, travelling up past her shapely calves and
the long stretch up to her creamy thighs as she reached down and
parted her labia so that it hung free of her pubic hair. Brittany
recovered her composure and parted her lips in readiness. It came in a
torrent; almost drowning her with its ferocity. As hard as she
swallowed it spilt from her mouth and ran down her face and into her
hair. Niagara Falls spilled down from between her legs, her hot piss
chocking her with its force. She sat up coughing and gasping while
Donna continued to piss on her. Finally she finished and stepped aside
for a moment to take in the scene of her nearly drowned lover, but the
respite was short as she hunched down and straddled her once more.

"Mummies' turn to take a dump in her little girlfriends mouth." She
cooed. "Be good to me and eat everything up. At least you can try,
I've rather a lot for you tonight."

Her buttocks wobbled and shook as a barrage of wet brown debris
splattered the back of her throat. It piled up before she had time to
start swallowing and began overflowing from the corners of her mouth
in brown streaky rivulets.

"Phutt! Phutt! Phutt! Phuttt!

The report sounded around the bedroom and it became obvious that she
stood no chance of coping with the deluge. The scene resembled a mud
fight when Donna finally turned round and admired her handy work. It
was everywhere; Brittany's face was literally buried under a mound of
effluent, while her once beautiful hair now resembled an accident with
brown cake icing. And the smell...

"Phaww," tittered Susan screwing up her nose. "You didn't warn us
about that! It looks like an explosion in a chocolate factory"

Donna burst out laughing, her breasts shaking as sobs of mirth racked
her body.

"I didn't... I never realised...that was going.... to happen.... it
must have been something I ate..."

Even Brittany was trying to laugh somewhere beneath her new home, in
doing so more of the pile found it's way into her mouth where she just
about managed to swallow it before choking. She struggled up into a
sitting position and between bouts of giggling and eating she managed
to add a few words herself.

"I warned you about that curry Mum!" 

That made them laugh even more. They were still tittering when they
made their way to the shower.  Donna smiled lovingly as she held her
daughters hand and joined her in the shower.

"You get the extra pocket money!"

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