Nicola's Investment, Part 3

by Paperback Writer

This story is a fictional work of complete fantasy, with inspirational credit once again going to the Real Nicola.

Village of Marlow, Buckinghamshire - 30 miles outside London

After some refractory time for her vagina to recover, with Grace nursing at her nipple Nicola felt lust rising again in her pussy. Stroking the girl's hair, she whispered, "Time for Momma to teach you some new tricks, my little love."

Nicola first told Grace to go to the loo, knowing that after earlier consuming a belly full of Momma giraffe's golden liquid, the girl would by this time need to relieve herself. Grace jumped off the bed and ran to comply. Nicola went to her overnight bag and removed a small tube with a picture of a crown on the label which read, "Royale Glide". As she looked up, she stopped and gazed at herself in the mirror.

She saw the same woman she had been: An attractive 42-year-old, in good shape, tall and willowy with long gorgeous legs, sloping but perky breasts capped by beautiful nipples and aureoles, a firm ass that hadn't sagged over time despite 20 years of marriage and having given birth to a son, and of course, her shoulder-length natural reddish-blonde hair, not a trace of grey in it. But inside she felt changed.

She was still the same take-charge professional woman, always in control of herself and in command of every situation, totally poised and confident at all times. But now, a crack had developed in her emotional armor in the form of Grace. The little Aphrodite was the variable that made her lose control. She could maintain her internal discipline to a degree, but found herself losing it completely with the little angel in her bed and between her legs.

Nicola knew without question that when the minute the little strumpet had used that velvet tongue on her anus, she was no longer in control, and would have committed anything short of manslaughter for her. For Nicola's whole adult life she had been a dynamo, a force of nature, unconquered by anything or anyone. Now all of a sudden this little 5-year-old blue-eyed girl had the effect of turning her from a professional bitch-on-wheels into an irrational bitch-in-heat. 'Tuesday's child, full of Grace indeed', she mused.

Just then, Grace came back into the bedroom and wrapped her little arms around Nicola's legs. Like the first day they met and Nicola had carried Grace to the loo, she picked the girl up and held her on her hip. In the mirror, the naked pair looked to be a perfectly matched set; the beautiful red haired adult woman, and the tiny girl with identical long red hair, almost her miniature, but with flat chest and two little bumps for nipples. Nicola inhaled sharply at the sight – it inflamed her lust yet again and she turned her head to kiss her tiny lover, and Grace responded with enthusiasm. It was plain that the effects of the seduction cocktail had not worn off. As they kissed, she could feel Grace's wet labia as she rubbed her pussy against Nicola's hip bone. 'I am lost', she thought to herself as she inwardly groaned.

"Momma," Grace whispered, "I'm all tingly now. Will you lick my pussy again?"

"Yes, darling," Nicola heard herself say, "right away." And she laid the little girl back on the bed, spreading her legs and putting her

feet over her shoulders, and lowered her lips to her lover's waiting pussy. She licked the girl's vulva from the clit to her anus, and then used her tongue to test the limits of her hymen as she slowly slipped her little finger back into the girl's sensitive sphincter. Grace's fifth orgasm was the strongest yet, seeming to last for almost a minute until her waves of pleasure subsided.

As her body began to recover, Grace immediately resumed her previous position, tucked close against Nicola and suckling her sensitive nipples. Nicola wrapped her arms around the girl as she felt her own anxiety creep in. She was rapidly becoming addicted to this child - Whatever would she do without her little sprite after the weekend was over?

Finally, Grace stopped suckling and raised her head. "Aunt Nicola", she whispered, "I never want to leave you. I wish you could be my Momma forever, not just pretend."

An idea formed in Nicola's mind at that moment, but it would have to wait. Her libido was calling, and it was not patient. Taking the tube of lubricant from the nightstand, she squirted some on Grace's hand, making sure it was thoroughly covered.

"Grace, the next thing I want to show you is how to put your hand in my pussy. You don't need to worry about hurting me – your hand is so small, it will fit just right." She guided Grace's hand to her vaginal entrance. Slowly, she worked the fingers in, and then pushed the girl's whole hand through the wet folds, stopping only to catch her breath. It was heavenly, filling her like her husband never could. Nicola spread her legs wider, and drew her knees up as she began to work the little hand in and out. Waves of pleasure poured over her.

"Now, darling, while you're moving your hand, bend down and use your tongue like you did before!" Grace bent her head down and followed Nicola's instructions, now moving her hand gently in and out of Nicola's slippery orifice on her own. "Ahhhhhh! There's a good girl, then. That's my angel, yesssss!" Nicola began to involuntarily buck against the bed. "Just there, yes that's it, don't stop, lover,please, don't stop!" Her back arched as the girl's ministrations began to pay off in the initial wave of an orgasm. Nicola's mind became overwhelmed as the little hand inside of her, combined with the tiny licking tongue, rapidly took her to the brink.

Her breathing became ragged as Grace's hand gently pumped into her, her head tossing back and forth as if she were mindless. When she felt Grace slip a finger from her other hand into her anus, her orgasm struck like a bolt of lighting. She let out a guttural sound somewhere between a grunt and a howl and a screech. It was a powerful orgasm the likes of which she had not had in years. It clutched at her vagina with tremendous force, not letting go at first, then every so often squeezing as it slowly loosened its grip little by little, before finally relinquishing it all together.

When she finally got her breath back, still shuddering from the aftershocks of her cumming, she gathered up the naked sprite in her arms, and began kissing her all over. Her face, then her neck, then her belly, then her smooth ass cheeks, all were smothered with kisses. She took the little hand and sucked each finger clean. "Grace, I love you, Grace, I love you," she kept repeating over and over. She felt possessed – she had to have this little girl, to call her own, heart, body and soul.

She laid the child back on the bed, and liberally applied some lubricant to the fingers of her left hand. "Grace, I'm going to make it so that I can make you happy the way you just made me, OK?" The little sprite spread her legs open, and Nicola lowered her face once more to the little girl's smooth pussy, lapping as she did before. Grace wasted no time in finding her passion again – in no time she was pressing her little mons against Nicola's face, urging her teacher on with quick grunts and groans. As she licked, Nicola gently inserted one lubricated finger into the narrow entrance. It was stretching but remained tight, however Grace had not seemed to notice. When Nicola slid a second finger in, Grace gave a sharp cry of pain and suddenly stopped her motions. The hymen was now torn. Nicola quickly kissed her while putting a third finger in, and it slid in easily.

Nicola withdrew her hand, speaking soothingly to the girl and then resumed her licking. She noticed the sweet taste of Grace's pussy juice was now mixed with the slight metallic tang of blood. She had done it – Grace's cherry was hers! Nicola kept up her efforts, gently now, and soon Grace was moving against her once more. She experienced another climax, this one much smaller, a denouement to the long night's passion before collapsing in exhaustion.

Nikola now snuggled with the girl, pulling the sheets up over them both. Grace was now hers, but not totally. There was one more step to be taken when they got home.

London – Offices of Spitfire Property Management

It was Saturday, and Maxine had given the other members of her staff the day off so she could be alone with Cassie to go over the monthly financials. Baby Rose was sleeping in a portable crib in the back room. After her first week, Maxine had been impressed by Cassie's aptitude towards managing the accounts. Although she had to quit university early because she got pregnant, Cassie seemed quite bright.

"How are you getting on with the rest of the team? I know that they might be a little jealous of your figure – I overheard someone refer to you as "Cassie the Chassis", the other day."

Cassie blushed – she never thought of herself as particularly pretty, but Maxine had spent time teaching her about dressing with style, as well as softer ways to apply makeup. Certainly the workouts at the local fitness center were helping her get her pre-baby figure back, although her milk-filled boobs stayed large and swollen. These days when she looked in the mirror, she was surprised at the pretty woman she saw. "Oh, they treat me well enough. I always try to be pleasant and helpful. Mary and Jean both seem to like me, but Anna and Sonny are kind of indifferent. Miriam is kind of standoffish, but it doesn't bother me."

Maxine nodded. It made sense – Miriam had been with her longest, and of all the girls in the office, she was the one Maxine fancied most, except for her strict policy of not sleeping with subordinates. Maxine made a mental note to take all the girls out to lunch and shopping on the company tab one day, to promote morale and encourage them to know one another better.

Cassie sat down at the desk, returning to the spreadsheets laid out there. Maxine leaned over her shoulder to review them, and she turned to her boss. "Maxine, I need to tell you – although I was kind of forced into a decision by my ex, you and Nicola, it hasn't been so bad. Nicola's husband did a great job handling my divorce, and in spite of her odd ways, Nicola really does seem to dote on Grace, and you..."

"I what, dear?" Maxine asked quizzically, brushing back a strand of her silver hair from her forehead.

"You've been so patient and kind with me and the kids, and I feel so much better...and you've taught me a lot, I just...well, I wanted to thank you. No one has ever been so nice, not even my own mum. I just..." Cassie looked down for a second, her eyes hot, not sure if she would be able to go on.

"Finish your thought, please, Cassie," Maxine pleaded. She suspected that what the girl was trying so hard to say was something that she had been detecting in her own heart lately.

"Well, it's like...I mean...I think I love – mphhhhhhhh!" Cassie's words were cut short as Maxine impulsively kissed her. It was true, she had fallen for this woman with feelings she hadn't felt since she met Mary, except this time the roles were reversed, and she was the mentor.

Nicola had swept her off her feet with irresistible passion too powerful to resist, and her pure sexual energy was the glue that kept them together, but it had always been clear that Nicole was not willing to change her life. Maxine would forever and always be the Other Woman. But now this woman Cassie had gently snuck into her heart and made herself at home. Maxine's maternal instincts wanted to protect and guide her and help raise her babies, and her carnal instincts wanted to ravage her, drink in her beauty over and over again. When the kiss ended, they pulled back and looked at each other, as if not sure what came next.

"Business will wait, you put it all away, love. Shop's closed, effective immediately," she told Cassie. "I'll pack up the baby; we're going on a picnic."

Hampstead Heath, a large parkland and public space in central London

The early September weather was hot, but in the shade it was cool as Maxine lay on the large picnic blanket, her arm around Cassie lying next to her, a just-fed Rose sleeping peacefully on her chest. Maxine leaned over and kissed Cassie for the 22nd time, her feelings almost too overwhelming. After being emotionally alone for so long, the desire to be linked to this woman on a permanent basis were overwhelming her.

"Cassie," Maxine began, "you were saying something in the office before I interrupted. Please finish." Cassie looked up at Maxine, adoration in her eyes.

"It's just that, well, when I was at my lowest, you took me in. You've been much nicer than I've a right to, much nicer in a few weeks than my ex-husband ever was in the whole time we were together. Nicola treats me like a stupid cow, not that I have any right to complain, mind you, but you..." She was interrupted by another kiss from Maxine.

"Sorry, love, do go on," Maxine apologized. "It's just that you're not a stupid cow, so I don't wish that repeated." She thought to herself, 'What's the bloody hell's become of me? It's like she's a fountain in the desert and I can't keep drinking from her!'

Cassie, somewhat flustered, tried to continue. "Yes, ma'am, I won't repeat it," she said obediently. "You've been so good to me, Maxine, very kind and patient and, well, caring. I've learned so much in a short time. It's like you've given me a second chance when I didn't do anything to deserve it. Maxine, I - I love you for all this!" As her emotions welled up, tears began to flow down her cheeks.

Maxine gathered her wits about her, and thought for a minute before replying. "Cassie, there are some things you need to know. Nicola and I have been lovers for the past 8 years. I've loved her, but she's married and always will be. She's fond of me, but I've always been at her beck and call, a girlfriend, a convenience, haven't I? She'll never be what I want her to be, and I've had to accept that. But now, with you, it's...different. Before Nicola there was a woman named Mary in my life. She used to own the business, in fact. She took me in when I had nothing and no one, and gave me a chance. We lived together for many years before she died. Then I was alone."

A little choked up at the memory, she continued on with her story, "Nicola came in and made me feel alive again, but I've never really had her as mine. Cassie, this may sound silly, but you've become more than just an investment to me. Heaven help me, I'm falling madly in love with you. I want with you what I used to have with Mary – someone to truly call my own. I'm nearly 30 years older than you, so I understand if you don't want me, but if you wish it, we can have a good life together." Having said her piece, Maxine took a deep breath, exhaled, and waited.

Cassie gently lay baby Rose down on the picnic blanket and sat up. She looked at Maxine and took her by the hand, not sure what to say at first. Then she spoke. "Maxine Jervis, I don't give a bloody fig how old you are, you are the most beautiful woman I know, inside and out. I've made so many decisions where I was unsure, and they turned out badly. Well, I'm telling you I'm totally sure about this one. I love you, and I would love to be with you forever. If what you just told me is a proposal, I accept. Now please take me home, and take me to bed!"