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Forbidden Needs chapter 7

Amanda



Jean Stone knocked on the door of Donna Hartley's large secluded house
and gave her daughter a reassuring smile. Amanda had been a bundle of
nerves all day now she knew what was expected of her, or at least had
the gist of it. Her Mother had taken her up to her bedroom for a talk.
Her Dad was there too; she sat between them on the double bed and
listened as they gently explained how things were going to be. She was
to live with Brittany's mother for the next six weeks. During that time
she was to be a very good girl, do everything she was told, no matter
what that meant, and try extremely hard to make the special lady happy.
Her parents explained to her in a quiet matter of fact way that she
would be her sex slave, and that she was to adore her utterly. When
Amanda asked 'what's a sex slave' she was told she would soon find out
because Mrs Hartley would show her. Mrs Hartley's would teach her to be
her servant, and she would be available for the older woman's
satisfaction as many times and for as long as she wished. The initial
period of training would be intense, but after that she would be fully
trained and would come back home. After that she would return to her
'Mistress's house perhaps two or three nights a week to offer her
services. The effect of her parent's words left her speechless for a
moment, which was quite something for the usually chatty girl. She
blushed like the pretty rose she was, and it wasn't until her mother
gently took them away and made her promise to behave exactly as Mrs
Hartley saw fit that she gave bashful smile followed by a quiet promise
that she would be a very good girl... a very good girl indeed!



The Stay

There was a sound of a key turning in the brass lock and the clunk of a
handle, then the door swung open to reveal the smiling features of
Donna Hartley.

"Hello dears," she beamed, her face alight with pleasure as she
welcomed them both in. Amanda looked up as the door closed behind them,
her face flitting between bashfulness and captivation, not an unusual
occurrence for her when confronted by the sight of Donna. The stunning
grown-up was wearing a turquoise halter-top and a pair of tight
hipsters of the same colour. Jean took in the provocative sight too,
and noted with envy how her sylphlike figure rippled with barely
contained energy beneath her simple clothes. It made her almost catlike
in appearance. She looked at her face, an attractively shaped face that
was long rather than oval, it housed a pair of intelligent hazel eyes
and features that were clear-cut and handsome rather than pretty. There
were lines there too, yet they spoke of an abundance of appetite and
sensuality, she looked like a woman who knew what she wanted and was
capable of getting it.

"So nice to see you both." She breezed

"Thank you Mrs. Hartley."

Jean Stone gave an apologetic smile, one that asked for understanding
for using such a formal address. It was answered immediately by a
sympathetic nod. Donna appreciated her sentiments, a wish to display
respect rather than familiarity; it wouldn't do for Amanda to expect
instant overfriendliness with Donna. If there was to be a fondness
between them, it should be entirely of the older woman's choosing.
Amanda was there to offer her services, and that in itself could be
taken without any form of gratitude or warmth if her new Mistress so
chose, although the opposite was true as well, the giving and receiving
could be born in an atmosphere of warmth and affection. The decision
was entirely of her whim.

"Brrr... It's chilly outside isn't it?" she said, hugging her chest,
miming the weather outside for Amanda's benefit. "Can I take your
coats? Come in, I have a lovely warm fire in the living room."

"No thank you, I won't be staying," Jean said, patting her neatly
coiffed hair. "I have to get back pretty sharpish. I have an
appointment at the hairdressers, so I'll just say a quick thank you for
having her and be on my way."

"Ok Jean," replied Donna, bending down to bring her face level with the
girl's. "Don't worry. It's my pleasure entirely. Amanda and I are going
to get along famously aren't we?"

Her eyes met Jean's for a moment as a message of understanding passed
between them. Jean mouthed a silent thank you to Donna, and then she
bent down next to her daughter.

"Remember Amanda," she said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Do
everything Mrs Stone says, OK?"

Amanda looked from one grown up to the other. Her anxious Mother, the
smaller of the two women, being rather a dainty person and quite pretty
really, while the other was vibrant and beaming. Yet Amanda sensed
eagerness, perhaps even a sense of anxiety behind the warm smile. Maybe
Donna sensed the girl's thoughts. She stopped in the act of running her
fingers through the locks of her hair and gave a moody toss of her head
to send her silky mane streaming over her shoulders.

"I'll go now," said Jean getting up and walking to the door... "Goodbye
Amanda"

"Bye Mum!" Amanda said, speaking for the first time. "I'll be good."


"See you Jean. Don't worry, it'll all be fine," Donna winked as she
stood up and took the girl by the hand.

The door closed, leaving the woman and the girl alone for the first
time since that memorable afternoon when they shared a forbidden kiss.

"Come into the lounge Amanda, I'd like us to have a little talk. Sit
right here next to me." She said patting the sofa cushion. "I want to
have a good look at my Amanda."

Amanda flashed a quick smile and then jumped up onto the thick green
cushion and sat looking up at Donna with a wide grin and a saucy
giggle.

Donna rolled back her eyes; she was obviously over the moon with her
new toy. Her delighted gaze took in a charming site. A striking young
beauty, she was showing signs that someday she would be a tall graceful
creature.  Clues of her future elegance were evident in her lengthening
limbs and slender waist. Her face was almost almond like in shape and
looked as though someone had designed it with a taste for delicate
lines. Her nose, small and upturned, would scrunch up amusingly when
she laughed giving her the appearance of a mischievous elf. Yet there
was another side to all of this, her eyes when not glinting in delight
or hi-jinks could be sad and soulful, large and brown if upset, they
would look at the cause of their hurt in silent disapproval. It was a
tactic she used when displeased or seeking to get her own way. Donna
reached over and ran her hands through her hair, lifting it up and
letting it fall through her fingers like silky sand. She watched with
wonder as the long blonde strands splashed onto her shoulders. She had
imagined she might be maternal with Amanda, much in the same way as she
was with her own daughter but now she knew that wasn't going to be so.
When Donna examined her feelings towards Amanda she found them to be
purely sexual, she realized there would never be room for anything else
with this beautiful creature, the feelings of lust she found within
herself were far too powerful, even with her own darling Brittany. The
frustration she'd felt a few weeks ago when Brittany had come home
early and ruined her seduction of the girl was still painful to her;
she'd been so upset she was almost physically sick.  Everything would
be put right though, for Lady Luck had shone and now it was just the
two of them.

"I'll take your bags to your room shortly and put your clothes away and
then we can talk." She said with a reassuring smile and a gentle
squeeze of her hand.

"Ok?"

 Amanda nodded but was still too awestruck in Donna's presence to
speak.

"Your Parents have told you that you're going to be staying here for
the next six weeks, haven't they?" She paused as though eliciting an
answer from her knowing full well that the girl was to dumbstruck to
speak. Donna stared into Amanda's eyes and nodded her head
encouragingly, using her body language as a spur for the girl to answer
her. It worked, not only did she copy Donna's nod but she whispered a
quiet

"Yes."

Donna was pleased, her training had already begun and she gave Amanda a
generous smile in return.

"Good. Now, you are to obey me and do everything I ask of you. I shall
expect you to be with me in the house all of the time. You are not to
go out with your friends; the only time you shall leave here is with
me. I am going to be your teacher for the next six weeks. You shall be
given lessons in service and obedience, not only for these school
holidays but until your parents and I think you are old enough to have
no further need of them."

She smiled to herself as she heard her own Mother's voice. She'd been
an infant school teacher all her working life and that's the way she
had spoke to her as a child. Her Father was a lecturer so it was
thought that Donna would follow in the family tradition and go to
teacher training college. But she had a mind of her own; she wasn't the
type of person who followed others. Donna had always been and always
would be too much of an individual to do otherwise. She'd been a
tomboy, as a young girl and much preferred playing with boys rather
than girls, and had a hard competitive edge that made other girls wary
of her.

She finished university with a degree in media studies and took an
apprenticeship in a film company, more of a gofer really, but she
learnt the trade quickly and was given the position of researcher for a
talk show host. There she'd made a name for herself as efficient and
competitive. Tall for a woman and with striking looks, she'd caught the
attention of one of the senior managers. He suggested that she audition
for a sports commentator's position which had suddenly become vacant.
The audition was a success and she'd got the job. The male viewers
liked her; she was the kind of women most men could only fantasise
about. Her physical appearance was exciting; sensual looks with an
athletic physique mirrored her personality, while her height and no
nonsense persona made some secretly wish to be dominated by her. In
fact a lot of her fan mail came from men of such nature, especially the
submissive male who yearned to see her standing over him with her high
breasts pushing out against a shiny leather costume. Sometimes she read
the letters, usually at home during the evening with a bottle of scotch
or vodka for company. She found them amusing, but could never respect
such a man, although the things they said and the various ways they
wanted to be used by her made her laugh out loud as she sipped her
whisky. They were an amusing diversion, nothing more. Donna had always
preferred real men who had something to offer a woman. When she spied a
man she liked she would initiate the relationship, never masking her
needs and never fearing rejection. Life was for the taking, no one owed
her anything, nor her them, if she wanted something or someone she was
usually successful. Sexual boundaries didn't exist she would try
anything that caught her imagination, with tastes that ran to both men
and women she could count both sexes as willing bed partners.

Yet for all that she had the nagging feeling that something was
missing. Marriage to Françoise had been fun while it lasted; he was
the most exciting man she had ever met. A super bike rider who lived
life to the full, stunningly handsome with an intellect far superior to
most of his contemporaries, he'd been ideal for Donna until their
passions took them away from each other and on to other partners. Then
there was Susan, a firm friend with an all-consuming passion for new
sexual experiences and ideas. She was a volcano in the bedroom and she
managed to match Donna's need for wild abandoned sex. And yet . . .


Donna and Susan had deviant tastes; both women yearned for the bizarre,
a desire to use other women as slaves in both the bedroom and the
bathroom. To some degree both had been successful. Donna had found a
number of beautiful women who were willing to be used as whores. She
used their mouths for pleasure in the bedroom and then as toilets
later. Susan had practically the same amount of experience as Donna
having indulged her penchant for watching other women drink from her.
Disappointingly though, neither of them had ever been able to move
their perversions up that final notch and entice their partners into
'brown games'.

Then the bomb had dropped, something cataclysmic in Donna's life.  She
discovered that Brittany her own daughter was stealing her soiled
panties and photos of her wearing a skimpy bikini and taking them to
bed with her at night. The girl was nursing feelings that were quite
contrary to the usual one's a daughter had for her mother. For Donna it
was the missing ingredient. Brittany's yearning for a physical
relationship with her Mother was reciprocated. The very notion of them
as lovers was appalling, not only was the age difference huge, it would
be incest, forbidden lesbian incest. The thought struck her like a
blinding flash and suddenly everything fell into place. Her throat felt
dry and tight and there was moistness in her groin, it had been there
all the time hidden within her make up, lying there unfulfilled, and
the reason why sex had always fallen short of her expectations.

 She was a girl lover.

Her need for depravity was satisfied with Brittany. Not only had they
embarked on a sexual relationship together. Brittany had acceded to her
Mother's ultimate perversion and had become her brown girl. It had
taken all of Donna's wiles and powers of seduction to entice her young
daughter into such a warped activity but it had paid off in the end.
Brittany became her brown girl and a regular diet of her Mother's
special food was very much on the menu.

 It hadn't taken long for Susan to become the third part of the
relationship; she was more than eager to join in the taboo fun with the
mother and her daughter. Ever since then life had been amazing, her
young lover had catered for all of her needs and wants.

Now there was Amanda. To Donna she represented the culmination of
everything sexual that life had to offer, it was enough to make a girl
go weak at the knees, even an older one like her. But of course that
wouldn't do, there had to be no signs of weakness or lack of authority
when treating with Amanda. She was young and needed to be shown that
obedience brought it's own reward. This she decided, had to be the
first lesson, for it was to be the keystone of their experience
together, without it there could never be anything between them and the
next few weeks would call for her utter and complete compliance. All
this may have seemed pretty one sided, too strict even, but it wasn't
going to be like that. A little kindness went a long way when dealing
with such an impressionable creature; Donna would show Amanda her
gentle side too as well as expecting submission. It would be a
balancing act; she would be firm and kind in equal measures, for Donna
knew she couldn't win her trust if it weren't given freely.

She proceeded to give Amanda a guided tour of the house. Of special
interest to her was a playroom stuffed with games and fancy dresses.
Many of them were Brittany's; the same one's she'd coveted when playing
with her, but some of them were brand new and bought by Donna
especially for Amanda. Her eyes fastened on all of them with wide-eyed
wonder. Donna smiled at the expression on her face, she was mentally
playing with them already not to mention tussling with the remote
controlled fighting robots and other eye catching delights.

"This is a room for good girls." Announced Donna with an emphasis on
the word "good".

Amanda remained there staring at the contents of the room. For long
seconds her mouth gaped open as her eyes examined each occupant of the
bustling shelves until they finally shot upwards to meet Donna's.

"I'll be very good." She announced determinedly. "How can I get to play
with them?"

Donna tried to remain impassive as she looked into the eyes of the
bewitching young creature, but an array of obscene images began
flashing through her mind causing a stray nerve to twitch in the corner
of her mouth acting as a sign post to her fading composure. With an
effort she swallowed and cleared her throat to stop her voice sounding
too hoarse.

"I need to teach you how to be a good girl Amanda. It's quite simple
really; you have to please me. If I'm pleased with your behaviour then
you can come and play in the toy room."

Amanda nodded her head slowly as she took in the woman's words, she so
wanted to be left alone in the room with all of the wonderful things
but daren't say so.

"We'll begin your lessons after supper. How would you like that?" She
asked with a bright smile.

"Oh yes D-D...Aunt Donna." She stammered not knowing how to address the
pretty lady.

Donna mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner. What were
the poor kid going to call her? How could she be expected to know
without being told? Of course the answer was obvious wasn't it? What
else could her little slave call her...Mistress?

"Call me Miss from now on dear."

Amanda lips moved slightly and then stilled. Then she tried again with
large eyes and raised brows.

"Miss."

"Good girl."

Initiation

That evening Donna went upstairs and changed into a daring black top
and a thin slinky skirt. Then as usual before sex, she paid extra
attention to her make up. Long black eye lashes, shiny red lips just
meant for kissing, a little blusher here and there, and she looked
almost cruelly beautiful. Her eyes stared boldly back at her from the
mirror as she ran a brush through her hair and listened to the cracks
of static as it travelled down the long silky tresses. More than enough
to stun the senses, now to delight the girl with her scent as she
strategically applied a few drops of her favourite perfume to her body.
Then looking and smelling gorgeous, she pirouetted before the mirror,
running her hands over her hips in a triumphant caress as she paid
homage to her own beauty.

Donna opened the lounge door and looked at Amanda, earlier she had made
her change into a tight clinging pink top and a daringly short skirt.
Donna smiled to herself when Amanda turned round and saw her framed in
the doorway, and then she picked up the remote and switched off the TV.
She experienced a feeling of déjà vu as her mind wound back to the
first time she dressed as a Mistress for Brittany and saw the effect it
had on her. The girl before her wore the same astonished expression.

"It's time for your lessons to begin Amanda." She smiled, seating
herself next to the little girl on the sofa. "Do you like how I look?
Am I pretty? Do I smell nice? I've done it all for you dearest. I want
you to like me, there are so many things I want us to do together."

Amanda managed to find her mouth despite the woman looking as though
she wanted to eat her. Vorocious, voracious, Amanda didn't know the
meaning of either word but they both applied to the woman sitting next
to her as she took her hand in hers and placed it on her thigh near the
hem of her skirt.

"You look lovely Miss." She said endearingly. "Better. . . even . . . .
than . . ." She went on to name her favourite female pop singer which
was indeed a compliment!

"Ohh I'm flattered Amanda. Thank you." She smiled.

Amanda's eyes were large as they danced around in her head taking in
the sight of the woman her parents had told her to obey. She didn't
think it would be very hard, she was so amazing, almost like a
beautiful Fairy-God-Mother. She smelt grown up too, scented and
inviting, it made her want to bury her face in her fragrance and breath
it all in.

"Tonight I'm going to teach you how to kiss like a grown up. I've shown
you one kind of kiss already. Do you remember?"

How could she forget that wonderful all to fleeting moment they had
spent kissing like two real lovers only to have it snatched away by the
early arrival of Brittany. Oh..... She so wanted to be with this woman,
she could hardly wait for more kisses. Maybe that's what her parents
meant about giving her. . . .Oh dear! What was it they had said she had
to do? Yes! That was it; she was to give her satisfaction. Maybe that
had something to do with kissing. She hoped so!

"Yes Miss. It was lovely. Mummy and Daddy said I have to be your sex
slave. Is that true?"

Donna's eyes widened, surprised at how much she knew already, it was
clear Jean and David had briefed her. She wondered how well.

"And what did they tell you a sex slave should do?" She said deciding
to answer the child's question with one of her own.

Bamboozled for a moment, Amanda's eyes looked up questioningly while
her front teeth clamped down over her bottom lip making her look like a
puzzled squirrel.

"Ummm"

"Don't you know Amanda?" She said in the kind of voice a patient
teacher might use to a baffled pupil.

"No Miss. Sorry my Mum and Dad never told me any more." She said a
little sadly.

Donna sighed with relief, she was glad they hadn't tried to elaborate
any further it would have spoilt things to some extent because she
wanted Amanda to be truly pure. For Donna there could never be anything
to surpass the innocence of a child who was willing to trust.

She bent towards the girl, cupping her face with her hands like a
priest about to murmur a benediction and then with the softest of sighs
she placed her lips to hers. Gently she prized them open and inserted
her tongue into the small mouth as she sent it to explore the sweet
cavity within. Amanda closed her eyes and hummed with delight into the
woman's warm seeking mouth, feeling and tasting the warm soft flesh
with her tongue as Donna opened her mouth wider to eat her face. It was
like a dream, a dream full of Donna, she felt her self melding into
her, tasting her essence and feeling her soft flesh beneath her hand as
it was guided over her thighs. In turn She felt Donna's hands running
over her chest, as the kiss became more passionate. Time slowed to a
trickle, she heard the slow ticking of Donna's mantle clock from it's
home above the glowing log fire, while above that she heard the woman's
laboured breathing. Until . . . . .

"Did you like that darling?"

She opened her eyes with a start as she heard the breathy hiss of
Donna's voice. She realized the kiss had ended and felt dreamy in its
afterglow

"Umm" she nodded with hooded eyes, yes she had loved it.

Donna removed her top to reveal her partially exposed breasts, and then
she took Amanda's hand and placed it on the spot where they begin to
swell.

"Feel the beginning of my breasts," She instructed. "Start here at the
top and then run your hands down to the top of my brassiere."

Amanda blushed a little but did as she was told. Tentatively reaching
forward she ran both her hands over them, feeling the soft bulges of
flesh as they rose up towards her bra. The sight and the feel bewitched
her as she felt the gentle swell leading down to the tops of her
nipples. As she stroked up and down with her hands, she noticed small
goose pimples rising up out of the skin and a slow stirring beneath the
material of her cups as the nipples began to respond.

"That's nice Amanda, that's nice. Now I want you to take your hands
away and replace them with your lips. Give me lots of small kisses
where your hands have been."

Amanda was eager to please and lost no time at all in bestowing a
flurry of tiny kisses over the scented flesh. Her lips brushed against
her breasts as they travelled upwards towards their summits. Her brows
knotted when her bra blocked her progress, Donna noticed her
disappointment and was pleased with her eagerness. She placed her hands
on Amanda's cheeks and with a gentle push guided her lips into the
valley between. Then ever so slowly she began to rub Amanda's face up
and down the divide while guiding her head and murmuring encouragement.


"Good girl, good girl, that's it, just like that. Just like you're
doing. Stick out your tongue and lick...Umm yes like that darling, just
like that."

She removed her hands from the girl's face as Amanda's movements became
more certain and she ceased to need guidance. Talking and encouraging
all the time she reached behind her back and undid the catch of her bra
and then cast it aside. Amanda pulled back and let out a startled gasp
as the twin orbs were bared to her face. Donna smiled and her chin
jutted out with pride as she lifted them up to her gaze.

"Do you like them Amanda darling?"

Her voice cut through the air like static in the still room as she took
the girl's hand and placed it on one.

"See how it feels in your hand. Go on . . . give it a good feel; don't
be afraid to give it a squeeze dear.  Hmm yes that's it, now your other
hand. Yes like that . . . and a squeeze Ohhhh Amanda I'm going to make
you kiss it next. You're going to put it in your mouth and suck it like
a lollipop. Such a pretty little mouth you have Amanda. . . . Oh the
fun I'm going to have with that pretty little mouth of yours."

Donna was getting far too excited, her own words were turning her on,
acting as a catalyst for her actions as she reached out and guided the
girls face to her breasts.

"Open your mouth and take in the nipple. Fill your mouth with me.  Oh
yes suck on it. Nurse on me like a baby girl. Suck my nipple. Feel how
big it's getting. Nice and big and it's all yours, all for you, you
beautiful little thing."

Amanda had no choice but to obey, she didn't have time to think as she
opened her mouth, found it filled with a breast and then did what came
naturally. She sucked on the nipple and felt it move beneath her tongue
as the aureole grew in size and the hard spike thrust upwards to graze
the roof of her mouth. Her Head bobbed up and down and her cheeks were
bloated with Donna's flesh as she nursed. Donna tossed her head back to
send her hair flying back in waves before tumbling back down onto her
shoulders. Her whole body shivered deliciously as she thrust her bosoms
into the girl's face, first one and then the other found it's way
between her small lips, cupped by her hand and guided into her gasping
mouth.

"Oh honey!" Donna let out a loud groan as her hand began messing it's
way through Amanda's hair, pulling and clutching in near desperation.

She pulled her breast out of Amanda's mouth and sighed deeply as she
let out her breath. She looked down at her shiny breasts and pointed
nipples and then over to Amanda. The girl had a dreamy look on her face
as though she was still savouring the taste, and Donna gave her a dry
grin.

"Look at that." She said pointing to her stiff nipples. She made a play
of flicking them with her fingers and watching them spring back up like
toy soldiers.

"You made them like that." She looked into Amanda's eyes, her own eyes
twinkling as she giggled. The girl's face lit up with delight and she
couldn't help but laugh back.

"Umm...." She sighed to Amanda. "You did very well though. What a
lovely beginning, I'm sure this is going to be wonderful for both of
us. When you rub or squeeze them, or take them in your mouth and suck
them just as you did, they become firm and hard and they grow big like
this. That's because you've made them feel nice. Do you see? That's
what it's all about, making the person you're making love to feel
marvellous and happy. You made me feel happy Amanda, that's a very good
start and very soon I'll be showing you other ways of making me feel
even more happy."

Amanda plucked at her smock distractedly and then stuck her thumb in
her mouth and hummed a tune; it seemed to her the best thing to do, as
she didn't know what to say next

"Cat got your tongue?"

She nodded.

Donna gave a lazy smile and cocked her brow.

"In that case dear.... I'm changing my name to cat."


To Bed

She decided it was time to move things along as some of her thoughts
were getting pretty wild and it was time to introduce Amanda to her own
warped kind of loving. She stood up and lifted her off the sofa and
then carried her in her arms to the bedroom. Early evening sunlight
filled the room making it light and airy for the two lovers. The white
bedclothes were pulled back in invitation as Donna gently placed the
girl on the mattress and pushed her back onto the pillow. Then still
naked from the waist upward she climbed onto the bed herself with proud
swaying breasts and knee walked up Amanda's smaller body until her
panty clad crotch rested above her chest.


"Now Amanda pay attention." Her voice was gentle but tinged with an
edge of authority. "I'm going to move up the bed until I'm sitting on
top of you. I don't want you to panic when I place my skirt over your
head and everything goes dark. I want to see how you cope with having
my vagina on your face. It's covered with my panties now but it'll give
you a feeling of how it's going to be when I take them off and ask for
your mouth. We'll do it this way first, then I'll get naked and we'll
do it properly. This is like a dry run".

We'll perhaps not completely dry she thought.

Amada's blue eyes glistened with emotion but she managed a gulp and
then a small nod.

Donna moved up and smiled down at her before lowering herself onto her
mouth and covering her head with her skirt. The movement brought a
creak from the old rusty springs of the antique bed which she had
bought some months ago in an auction. She liked the bed with its
wrought iron bed head and it's curling design of black iron lilies, but
she liked the sounds it made most of all. It's creaking groaning
bedsprings provided a frantic accompaniment to her heated fucking and
that's just what she intended to do now; fuck the little darling right
in the mouth. She would probably hold off from anything really frantic
at first, that would come later when she shed her panties and gave her
a proper riding. She gave a satisfied sigh as she settled her weight
onto the girl's lips and wedged her in place between her thighs. She
used her voice to guide Amanda, encouraging her to lick, kiss and rub
her lips and face against her covered pussy, all of these actions she
insisted would bring pleasure to her Mistress and that was her greatest
aim in life. She began rocking herself up and down on top of her,
feeling her pussy rubbing against Amanda's soft lips as she bumped
against them. She reached up to squeeze her breasts with an expression
of smug triumph on her face. Then she clenched then tightly in her
hands and pinched her nipples until they grew hard and angry. There
were times when she felt so unfeminine, almost like a man in the way
she forced herself on her young lovers and exalted in her power. It
felt quirky doing it this way through her panties and somehow lewder
than without them. She supposed it was like getting the real thing in
all but name, the lacy material was so sheer it was practically see
through. Wet too, probably wet enough to ring out. The last thought
thrilled her. Her eyes flashed and she hunkered her crotch harder
against the girl to grind more of her wetness into her face. The
sensation of Amanda's lips against her cunt and the way they felt when
she squashed them beneath her suddenly had her reeling towards the
brink. With a start she raised herself up and fell back gasping onto
the sheets as she felt her orgasm building. She clenched her fists and
screwed her face up towards the ceiling as she strained against it with
a silent scream. A quiet groan of relief sobbed across the room as it
receded and the turmoil in her body subsided.

"Are you alright Miss? Gasped Amanda

 "Yes." She answered in a tight whisper before coughing to clear her
throat.

Her body's reaction to Amanda surprised her, it usually took longer for
her to get to that stage and it was a measure of how much she wanted
the girl.

"Wow..... I was going like a rocket Amanda." She exclaimed quietly.
"It's a long time since I've reached the line as quickly as that. I
think we ought to get our clothes off before we continue any further."

She smiled and gave the girl a brief kiss before sitting her up and
undressing her. Then she turned her attention to her own semi-clad body
and peeled off what remained of her garments until she stood before her
naked with heaving breasts and a dewy bush of dark cunt hair.

Amanda never resisted any of this, lifting up her arms as her dress was
pulled off and thrusting up her bum as her panties were drawn down; she
only blinked and stared when Donna bared her lithe charms to her. She
smiled to herself when she saw the girl's reaction, then she sat down
on the bed, took her in her arms and kissed her. It was a long slow
kiss that had Amanda on her back again with Donna working away on top
as she pushed and writhed against her like a hungry eel. Then she
pulled her lips away with a satisfied purr and replaced her tongue with
a nipple that she slid between her lips. She nursed her like that for a
while, Amanda sitting her up in her lap as she took succour from her
like a hungry baby while Donna cooed and fussed up her hair like an
indulgent mother. She remembered Susan once telling her that a woman
could produce milk without being pregnant if she took a substance
called thioridazine. She had laughed it off then but now she began to
take the thought seriously, it was worth looking into at least. From
one bosom to another she nursed her, filling her up with soft flesh
before pulling the breast back out for the other to take its turn.
Amanda smiled with contentment and made a series of gentle mewling
noises as she suckled. After five minutes or so Donna grew tired and
pulled back for a rest. Amanda gave a cry of disappointment which was
only silenced when Donna relented and thrust her bulging cleavage back
into her face. There was a muffled mpphh from Amanda who suddenly found
her cheeks bulging once more with a wet swollen orb.

So this is what she wants from me thought Amanda. I don't mind doing
this at all, it's fun, dead nice really. I like this feeling... the
woman's boobies pushing into my mouth and the way they make me feel all
tingly down to my toes.

Donna kissed her gently on the forehead before withdrawing her breast
one final time. She looked into her sweet face and smiled. A myriad of
crow's feet spread from her eyes and wrinkled her skin and Amanda
thought she looked beautiful despite her maturity. She loved the
strength in her eyes, the splendid high cheeks bones and the way her
skin shone in the light. She had never seen a naked woman before.  It
had come as a shock to see the tall athletic looking Donna; she looked
so powerful in all of her naked glory. Long in the neck and slim
shouldered, her eyes travelled down to her high billowy breasts and
loved the way they pouted upwards with their nipples standing out like
tall pinnacles. Her gaze moved on, down over her toned stomach until it
rested on the dark bushy hair sprouting out of her thighs. Pink fleshy
lips protruded out of the hairs like swollen sentries guarding a
priceless treasure. Just what they guarded she was about to find out,
Donna's next instructions made that clear.

"Lay back on the bed now darling. Place your head on the pillow so that
it's raised up. Make yourself ready for me Amanda. I want you now."

Soon Amanda lay on her back staring upwards at the ceiling. The
mattress shifted and creaked as Donna crawled up and straddled her face
and then poised her cunt over her. Then she reached down and splayed
herself open.

"Take a look dear. Look at my cunt, look at its pink wetness. Can't you
see how it's dripping for you, drenched and hungry for your pretty
little mouth?"

Deftly she pulled back the hood of her clit then bared it to her gaze
and flicked it with her finger.

"Stick out your tongue and waggle it from side to side and don't stop
until I tell you to." She ordered.

Amanda shot out her tongue and waggled it like a small whisk. Donna
gave a grunt of approval and then lowered her dewy lips downwards until
her clitoris made contact. The sensation was electric; she jumped back
and gave a shrill squeal of delight. Tentatively, she lowered herself
back down onto the seeking tongue and gasped as it made contact with
her delicate organ once again. This time she remained still and let the
tingling sensation wash over her cunny.

'Incredible' she sighed.

A drop of fluid dropped from the wrinkled labia and landed on Amanda's
cheek, followed by another and then more until she was leaking sticky
syrup all over the child's face.

"Now I'm going to shift a little and you'll feel my sodden cunt
squishing your lips. Just lick and suck as I start to give you a mouth
ride. The way I'm feeling now it won't be very long before you're
drinking my love juice. When it comes don't spill a drop, you must
swallow everything and then I'll be very happy. Do you understand me
Amanda?" She said raising her brows slightly.

Donna waited for her to nod her head and then hunkered down. She began
rolling her hips as she balanced herself on the headboard, gripping it
with her hands as she rocked to and thro. Her thrusts became faster and
she settled down into a steady rhythm and the bed began to shake and
squeal with her efforts. She looked down at the small face doing it's
work between her legs and let out a low wail of lust. A steady stream
of juice wept from her cunt, hungry and demanding for the girl's
frantic efforts, it bubbled its richness into her bobbing throat as she
swallowed. Donna's fucking became ever more frantic over the next ten
minutes. The thrashing of her cunt against Amanda's mouth mixed with
her cries and moans filled the room like a chorus of crashing waves.
Her climax hit hard and she lost control of her flailing body.

"Oh God!!! Amanda!" She shrieked as her hips pistoned back and forth
over her small face. "Oh Fuck!!! Fuck!!!" Yes! I'm...I'm Oh fuck I'm
spunking.... Drink it!!! Drink it!!!! Aghhhhhh!!!!"

The scream ripped from her lungs as a torrent of spray shot out of her
cunt into the girl's open mouth. Amanda managed a strangled cry before
the flowing juices from the woman's climax drowned it out and she
swallowed to keep it out of her lungs. Donna howled as her muscles
spasmed and sent her body raking over the girl.  All Amanda could do
was lay still and wait for the sobbing woman to subside back to
normality. For a moment it seemed as though she had stopped, Amanda was
about to ask if she could go free when Donna suddenly let out a forlorn
wail as though she had lost everything in the entire world, and her
body jerked off the bed sending the headboard slamming into the wall.
Then she fell face down onto the mattress.

Blissful latitude settled over her like a warm comforting blanket. She
heard the deep exhausted sleep of the girl in her arms and smiled
gently as a glimmer of moonlight filtered through the curtains to
settle on her peaceful face. It had been so beautiful with Amanda. Such
a fierce orgasm and then such marvellous peace, it was enough for their
first time together. Tomorrow was another day with more wonderful
presents coming her way; in fact there was another six weeks of it.

'Six weeks of this.'

It was her last conscious thought before she closed her eyes and joined
her sleeping angel.

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