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I Took Charge of Our Lives
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com)

***

Natalie's life is disrupted by the accident that killed 
her husband finds herself well off. She buys a new home 
for herself and her daughter and tries to make a new 
life. Her neighbor is an obnoxious young woman. Their 
life changes when Natalie decides to straighten out the 
neighbor. (FF+/F, d/s, spank, oral, exh)

***

Chapter One – Julie and I Have a New Home

The problems with our diminutive carrot top neighbor 
came to a head one weekend. I had just come home from 
this week's grocery shopping to find Amanda in my 
backyard screaming at Julie while her damned mutt ran 
all over our yard, snarling and yapping. 

Amanda is a petite woman of around twenty-three. When 
she isn't raging at someone, she's rather attractive, 
more cute than beautiful. I'm not sure if she is as much 
as a hundred pounds, but the weight is fetchingly spread 
over her five foot three spare frame giving it some 
fascinating curves. 

She has large hazel eyes that dominate her face, 
especially with the Goth eye makeup she uses. The rest 
of her face is, well, cute, with a small pug nose, small 
mouth with thin lips. Her chin is round and she has 
elfin like ears. Unfortunately her personality sucks and 
her temper has a short fuse. This morning she touched 
off my own temper.

Julie is my eleven year old daughter who is terrified by 
both Amanda and her dog, some kind of unidentifiable 
mongrel. I didn't see her at first then saw her as she 
cowered in the swimming pool, where the dog couldn't get 
at her. Fortunately for Julie, the dog didn't like to 
get wet.

I put the bags on the kitchen table and stormed out the 
back door. Without saying a word, I strode up to Amanda 
and grabbed her by the back of her neck. I believe I had 
stunned her since she went inert and silent.

Normally I'm a passive, quiet and retiring, but not in 
any way a submissive person. I am seven inches taller 
than my abusive young neighbor. I have long blond hair 
that I usually keep in a pony tail; deep set pale blue 
eyes, a rather ordinary nose and full lips – not quite 
the bee stung kind. I weigh hundred thirty-six pounds, 
with breasts are not overly large, and well rounded hips 
above a pair of soft creamy thighs. What I am about to 
do would shock those who knew me. It will shock me, 
Natalie Bethany James, in ways I could not have 
imagined.

*****

In mid September of last year, Tom rang our doorbell. He 
was a friend of my husband, Richard, and a town 
patrolman. He was wearing his uniform and a somber 
expression. "Hello, Natalie. May I come in please?"

I wondered what was on his mind. "Of course, you may, 
Officer." I felt silly that we were acting so formally. 
"What can I do for you? Are you selling raffle tickets 
again?"

He looked extremely mournful as he said, "I fear I have 
some bad news. Richie was killed in an automobile 
accident this afternoon. He was declared DOA at the 
hospital."

He paused as I froze and stared at Tom in disbelief. He 
went on when I said nothing. "Some nineteen year old 
drunk driver ran a red light doing over sixty miles an 
hour and rammed his heavy pick-up into Richie's car on 
the driver side door. Richie surely never felt a thing."

I tried not to show it, but didn't feel much sorrow. 
However, I let Tom take me to the hospital. Then he went 
to get Julie out of school and brought her to join me. 
The experience at the hospital felt other worldly to me, 
as if I were a detached observer. Strangely, except for 
a bruise on his forehead and a probable broken nose, he 
looked like he just fell asleep.

After a few questions from the doctor, Tom took Julie 
and I home. "Nat, is there someone you'd like me to call 
to come sit with you? Or I could stay if you prefer."

I smiled weakly. "Thanks, Tom. I appreciate the offer, 
but I think I need to be alone with Julie."

I closed the door behind him, went into the kitchen and 
pour myself a glass of wine. Julie was watching me. I 
poured a small glass for her.

She put a hand on my arm and said, "Are you alright, 
Mom? You don't seem to be very shook up about Dad."

I had no answer for her. How could I explain that the 
sadness I felt was not much above what I would feel for 
a casual acquaintance? I hid my face and said, "I must 
still be in shock."

"Well, I know that you and Dad were not very close. 
Neither was I for that matter. Do you have any idea what 
we should do now?"

I couldn't decide if she was unaffected due to her age 
or mature beyond her age or if she was the one in shock. 
The truth for me was that our twelve year old marriage 
had been little more than only a shared name. We were 
not strangers, but we weren't friends either. Our love 
making, if I could use the term, was rare and quite 
perfunctory on both of our parts as if it was a 
requirement of some sort. I had never been physically or 
mentally satisfied in the last seven or eight years. 

*****

Later I learned that the other driver only had a bruise 
on his chest and head, and two broken fingers. He was 
sentenced to a long jail term for vehicular homicide 
while under the influence. I actually felt a little bad 
for him, very little.

The one idea in my mind is that I found some good that 
came from Richard's death. He carried a sizeable life 
insurance of which I am the sole beneficiary. Between 
the death benefits and the court awarded money when my 
lawyer sued the driver and the company for which he 
drove, I am now a rather rich widow.

I know that sounds bleak, maybe even cruel, but it is 
what it is. If money buys happiness, I should have been 
dancing with joy, because I had over two million 
dollars. Most of it I put into careful, safe 
investments, with half a million put in a trust for 
Julie. 

I believed the time came to make some changes in my 
life. I always thought the house Richard bought seven 
years ago was too big for us and frankly I considered it 
too flashy for our family. I put it up for sale a month 
after his cremation. 

Within two months I had a buyer at my price. We closed 
on March first of this year. I already had found a nice, 
but smaller home for Julie and me. On the same day we 
moved in the new home.

It's a ranch with a full basement and a two car garage. 
It came with a large backyard bordered on both sides by 
a variety of evergreens. There were gaps in the 
plantings, so they didn't actually provide complete 
privacy. 

Inside, the house came with a standard set of rooms: 
living and dining rooms, country kitchen, a full bath 
and three bedrooms. The Master Bedroom included an en 
suite bathroom. I think it was the bathroom that sold me 
on the house.

The bath had a fabulous, large shower in addition to a 
large Jacuzzi tub. The fixtures were gold plate, even 
for the toilet, the bidet and the double sinks. Well, of 
course, I didn't need so much, but I allowed myself this 
one indulgence.

Julie sulked when we move. She complained that she would 
have no friends because she's too shy. I had hoped that 
by moving while there was still three plus months of 
school before summer vacation that it would give her a 
better opportunity to make some friends. It did not work 
quite as well as I thought but it did work to a degree. 

The school was more cliquish than I anticipated. By the 
final couple of weeks she only managed to make one close 
girl friend, Abby. Abby was another shy maiden and they 
had other shared traits. I had hoped time would expand 
her circle of friends. But maybe it was the age group. 
Julie was eleven and would turn twelve mid July. I would 
turn thirty-two three weeks later.

She was tall for her age. The doctors said she might top 
out at an inch or two taller than me. She already stood 
five and half feet tall and was two years into puberty. 
I think her height may have been part of the problem. 
She tended to tower over both the boys and girls in her 
age group.

She proudly wore her 'A' cup bra and had very little 
baby fat left and what remained stayed in her hips and 
butt. Like me, she was a blue eyed blonde. Unlike me, 
she wore her hair in Shirley Temple curls. She was also 
quiet and modest. She became ever more so after our 
move.

I already began teaching her how to use makeup before we 
moved. Something her father had forbade her until she 
was seventeen. With the right clothes and makeup, she 
looked closer to sixteen. In hopes of accepting the 
move, I bought her a new bedroom set that I let her 
choose. 

I knew she loved to swim, so I used some of our new 
wealth to put in an Olympic size pool in the backyard. I 
also fenced in the back yard, but the gates were 
generally open because the catches didn't work well. By 
mid May, the weather was warm enough to use the pool. 

I quickly found a job as a substitute teacher and was 
called on about three days out of five for the remainder 
of the school term. Unfortunately, I did not get to know 
many of my neighbors. Most of them were in their latter 
forties or older. The empty nest couple on one side were 
rarely home. I never learned their first names or where 
they went so often.

On the other side was Amanda who lived alone. Next to 
her was Dorothy Ransom, a sweet, older lady in her mid 
sixties. We actually became good friends despite the age 
different. She was twice my age at least. I think a 
mutual dislike of Amanda may have been the reason for 
our closeness.

Behind us was a nature park, meaning it was thick with 
trees and bushes, poison oak and brambles. It had a few 
semi-tended walking trails that wandered around a small 
lake that was favored by migrating geese and a few 
herons. Except for Amanda, it was a quiet, mature 
neighborhood.

*****

We were in the new home almost a month when Amanda began 
to create problems. She would come into our yard to yell 
at Julie to turn her music down. In my opinion it wasn't 
loud at all. She must have had super hearing to even 
know there was music playing. I also spoke to her about 
keeping her dog leashed, both to keep it from bothering 
Julie and from crapping all over our property. She 
consistently ignored my requests.

The mutual incriminations only got more frequent and 
louder as the weeks went by. It nearly blew up into a 
war one weekend near the end of the school term. I let 
Julie have a pool party. About ten pre teens and a 
couple of early teens showed up. I considered a success 
by me and my daughter until Amanda came home. She 
immediately started yelling about the noise. And here I 
thought how strangely quiet and well behaved the kids 
were.

It was prologue for the day when Amanda finally got to 
me. With my hand holding tight on her neck I propelled 
her to the picnic table. I sat down and yanked her over 
my lap. I switched from her neck to an arm which I 
twisted and held behind her back to fix her in place. 
Her head hung down on one side and legs on the other. I 
managed to wrap one of my legs around both of hers so 
she couldn't kick very well. 

As she recovered from the shock of being manhandled so 
speedily, she tried to kick her way loose. "Forget it, 
Tootsie. I've had all I'm going to take from you. Now 
shut up and take your punishment."

"What the hell are you doing, you dumb bitch?"

I drew my arm up high and brought my free hand down hard 
on her tush. She howled like a banshee and tried to bite 
my ankle. I soccer kicked her in the jaw just hard 
enough to disabuse of trying that again. 

Julie rested at the edge of pool. She watched me and 
began to smile in glee, but she stayed in the water 
still fearful of the dog, which was snarling at me. 
"Julie, get out of the pool and grab the hose. Turn the 
water full on and squirt that damn dog back into its own 
yard. Then come over her, but keep hold of the hose."

While Julie took care of the mutt, I resumed spanking 
Amanda's backside. I decided her shorts were blunting my 
spanks. When Julie returned I said, "Pull down her 
shorts."

My darling daughter laughed but had to struggle to 
comply with my request. With a little more effort she 
managed to pull them down to Amanda's knees. We smiled 
at each other to learn that Amanda wore no panties. 
Julie used the hose to force back the dog once more. 
Then she came closer to join me. "Join in the fun, 
sweetheart."

She reared back and swatted Amanda's butt and left an 
imprint of her hand. Amanda shared her store of 
profanity with us and began to get very loud. Julie 
giggled and asked, "Mom, isn't there some way to keep 
her quiet?"

I paused in my swats to untie Amanda's bikini top. "See 
if you can use this to gag her."

My quick thinking daughter grabbed a ring from her pool 
ring toss game and forced one side into Amanda's mouth, 
then tied the bikini top in place so the ring couldn't 
be spit out. I wonder where Julie got such an idea while 
Amanda struggled. She wriggled and writhed violently 
against us, but Julie and I were both bigger and 
stronger. We had her trapped and forced her to 
concentrate on breathing.

"Now then, you spoiled brat, you can consider this a 
complimentary lesson in courtesy and the lesson has just 
begun."

A sound like a wail escaped from my prisoner. Julie 
giggled then said, "Mom, I have an idea. I'll be right 
back."

She ran into our home. I kept on slapping Amanda's butt 
cheeks. She no longer attempted to get loose. It 
appeared closer to a type of writhing that appeared to 
me to be a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her breathing 
became more rhythmic and subdued. Now and then I think I 
heard her whimper, but it didn't seem to be one of pain. 

I began to realize that my thigh was getting damp by 
moisture from the juncture of Amanda's legs. I thought 
she was peeing on me at first, but soon realized it was 
her maidenly juices. I thought how strange for her to be 
cumming like that.

When Julie returned, I was stunned. She carried two of 
my dildos. I thought they were well hidden way back on 
top of my walk-in closet shelf. She giggled as she ran 
up to me, holding one in each upraised hand. In a calm 
voice I asked, "What're they for? And later we will 
discuss how you knew about them."

She simply pointed at Amanda. She carefully laid them on 
Amanda's back, reached inside her bathing suit and 
pulled out some silk ropes. Omigawd, Richard brought 
them home so many years ago that I forgot about them. I 
didn't realize that they were even brought from our old 
home. Next she magically produced a tube of lube from 
within her suit. Julie and I will definitely have to 
have a long conversation.

"Can I put them in, Mom? I know how. Abby showed me. She 
has one of her own."

I thought about it for a minute and then nodded. In 
disbelief I watched my innocent (?) daughter carefully 
lubricate the thinner of the two. I stopped spanking the 
woman on my lap to help Julie insert the dildo in 
Amanda's anus. Amanda almost went stiff as a board when 
she felt the tip enter her. I shook my head in 
incredulity as Amanda relaxed as the dildo slid deeper 
inside.

I thought Julie intended to push it all the way in so I 
stopped her with a touch of my hand. She quickly 
lubricated the longer, fatter dildo. I took it from her 
and gently eased it into Amanda's vagina, who now was as 
limp as dead animal while she loudly sighed. "Julie, go 
find her bikini bottom. It's somewhere behind me."

She dashed around the table and plucked it off a bush 
and handed it to me. She had to help me put it back on 
the wilted woman. Now both dildos were inside her and 
unable to slide out. I picked up Amanda and carried her 
into our living room and settled her on her on her 
backside in an upholstered chair. Her eyes were open and 
she looked at me with a look I couldn't decipher. I 
removed her gag.

"So! Young lady, do you think the lesson took or will 
you need more?"

Languidly, she nodded. I didn't know if she was agreeing 
with the first part, the second part or both parts of my 
question.

She mumbled. "Touch me please."

I pulled back. Did I hear her right?

She smiled at me. "Please. Do with me as you wish, but 
touch me."

Did she want me to spank her some more? Or do I caress 
her? What does she want? Maybe it's a trick. Maybe we 
should use the silk ties on her. "Touch you where?"

"Pinch my clit or my nipples, please. I'll be a good 
girl."

I rolled my eyes, but I did as she asked and pinched her 
nipples. I hadn't noticed them before. Her small tits 
were conical shaped with puffy rose colored areolas and, 
at this moment, half inch long nipples. Each of her 
nipples was pierced with a small silver ring. I knew 
about the rings in her ears, two in each ear. Now, 
besides the ones through her nipples, I discovered there 
was another in her navel. Thank goodness, none were in 
her nose or at the junction of her legs.

Julie knelt between Amanda's legs and ran her finger 
nails slowly over the girl's inner thighs. Amanda was 
cooing and softly panted. It was like music to my ears 
to hear her. She would look at me then at Julie. I swear 
there was love in those watery hazel eyes. 

As I pinched and Julie tickled, Armanda's hips began to 
hump gently. Within a minute she shuddered with an 
orgasm. I almost came myself. I let it happen. Julie 
looked at me in surprise then smiled knowingly. I don't 
believe I will be able to think of Julie as a little 
girl anymore.

Amanda's sex must have been drenched with her juices 
because her bikini bottom was leaking. I had Julie fetch 
a towel. I looked into my prisoner's eyes and said, "It 
seems things have changed between us, little girl. Do 
you agree?"

Amanda nodded her agreement of surrender and mouthed a 
kiss towards me. A tendril of thrill ran through me. I 
now knew she would accept any humiliation I threw at her 
and would do so without having to be rough with her. 
Shall I spank her again? Oh, yes, she would get all of 
those she wanted and somehow I knew she will want them 
often. She was mine to do as I will. But what did I want 
to do? 

"Little girl, do you know that you are mine to use as I 
wish?"

"Yeth, Mith."

I shivered to hear her submissive reply. Julie returned 
with the towels. I signaled Amanda to lift her hips. 
Julie pushed a towel in place. "Mom, the dog is running 
all around the back and whining."

"Yes dear. We shall have to do something about the dog, 
but later."

I removed the bikini top and pool ring from Amanda and 
put my palm over her mouth. She kissed and licked it. I 
felt this latest sign of submission reflected by a 
tickle inside my tummy. I withdrew my hand and replaced 
it with one of Julie's. Amanda gave Julie an identical 
kiss and lick. Julie looked askance at me. I grinned at 
her and softly said, "I'll explain later."

The sound of the door bell made me jump. I went to the 
door and peeked out the spy hole. It was Dorothy. I 
opened the door to let her in. "Good morning, Natalie. I 
hope I'm not intruding, but there was such a racket a 
while ago. It woke me from my morning nap. And that 
damned beast is running loose outside. What's going on?"

"Well, I guess it will be a surprise. Come meet my 
little girl."

"Humph, I hardly call Julie a little girl." She followed 
me into the living room and came to a standstill, her 
face in shock. "Omigawd, is that Amanda? What happened 
to her?"

"It's a bit of a story. Let's go in the kitchen and get 
some coffee. I probably have some groceries I still need 
to put away." I turned to Julie and said, "Julie, please 
take our little girl into the bathroom and help her take 
a nice hot bath. Wash her hair good."

She grinned evilly. "Yes, Mom, it'll be my pleasure." 

Julie held out her hand. I felt pride as Amanda took 
Julie's hand and let herself be led to the bathroom.

Dorothy and I watched them walk into the hallway before 
we went into the kitchen. My groceries were on the table 
still. Dorothy helped me get the perishables into the 
freezer and fridge. She put the coffee pot on while I 
fetched cups and saucers. I rummaged in the bags and 
brought out a box of crumb buns. While the coffee 
brewed, we put the rest of the groceries away.

Coffee ready, we sat down. Dorothy gave me a 
questioningly look. "Now, give. What's going on?"

I explained the events of the morning to her.

"And now she's your little girl. What in hell does that 
mean, Natalie?"

"It means I am going to treat her as if she were a young 
child, younger than Julie. I haven't worked it all out 
in my head yet." I paused as I took a bite of my bun, 
chewed and washed it down with a sip of coffee. "You 
know, Dorothy, I think you might enjoy helping us with 
the Little Girl?"

It was her turn to chew on the idea while she ate a bite 
of her bun. "I think I would absolutely love the idea. 
But my name is Dot. What have you decided to do so far?"

I paused then got up to get my TO DO pad and pen. "One – 
we need to get the dog catcher over here to get rid that 
damned mutt."

Dot giggled. "Yes, indeed. Please do that. No – I'll do 
it, I know someone down in that office. What's next?"

"Hmm; two – I need to move her in here. We have an empty 
bedroom she can have."

"Why not put her in the basement?"

"For starters, I intend for her to keep my home nice and 
neat. Like a maid. When she is trained, you can borrow 
her."

"Oh goody. Will you get her a sexy French Maid costume?"

"I hadn't thought that far yet. It's an idea, though." I 
jotted 'Maid Costume' next to TWO. "But that takes us to 
step three – She needs some proper clothing – little 
girl clothing."

"Oh my, oh my. That should be such fun. Count me in. 
What else?"

"Let's see. I guess, if she is to live here, she won't 
need her house. Maybe it can be sold. I'll have to see 
if it is in her name. I'll make that Step Five. Four – 
is to go through her things and see what we need to 
bring here. Stuff like a bed. I don't know what else 
she'll need, but we have a good start already. You go 
ahead and call the animal warden. I think they're 
finished with her bath."

"I'm on it, boss lady. By the way, what will we call 
her?

"I don't know. Maybe Little Girl is good enough for 
now."


Chapter Two – Amanda Becomes My Little Girl

The next few days were busy, but there was plenty of 
time to cool off in the pool. We decided that when she 
was in the home, Little Girl had no need to wear any 
clothes except a tiny thong. If she was in the back 
yard, she wore her bikini bottoms only. 

 Julie went through her older clothes, including those 
still in moving cartons. She found some dresses from a 
couple of years ago that were very girlish and close 
enough in size for Little Girl.

Dot was a nimble seamstress. She tailored the clothes to 
fit snug around Little Girl's body. Dot was having such 
a good time, as did we all. It was like Little Girl was 
a doll to her. After a week's effort, Little Girl had 
six sweet little girl dresses plus two darling pinafores 
that Richard's mother bought for Julie some years ago. 
Julie, rightfully, refused to ever wear them. 

We had to buy a few things such as ankle socks, patent 
leather Mary Jane's and plain white panties that she 
would need for that time of the month. Julie and Dot 
loved to take Little Girl for walks in the park. When 
she was good, they would buy her an ice cream cone. To 
my eternal surprise, Little Girl always behaved well for 
them.

Once we had a wardrobe for Little Girl, the next step 
became to fix up her room. Once again, Dot and Julie 
took charge. When they were done, I thought the room 
looked excessively garish and I wanted to keep the door 
closed. The only colors were either white or pink or a 
combination of the two colors. 

I thought they went overboard. There were pink ribbons 
for her Mary Jane's, white and pink ribbons for her hair 
and somewhere they picked up a pink and white plastic 
bead necklace and bracelet set. Each day, before they 
went out with her, Little Girl had to model what she 
wore. They even taught her to curtsey.

One day, Little Girl and I went shopping alone. She wore 
one of her little girl dresses, ankle socks and Mary 
Jane's, but no underwear. I bought her some outfits. 
They were all clothing more in tune with a woman of her 
age. One consisted of sandals, jeans and a couple of 
tops. I got her a pair of short shorts and a tube top. 
Her eyes went wide when I approved of that one. Another 
outfit consisted of a grown up little black dress, thigh 
highs with a garter belt and three inch heels. 

She became so excited to try on these adult styles and 
when I said she could bring them home for her to wear. I 
thought she would faint when I bought her a pink stretch 
lace and chiffon halter babydoll with adjustable neck 
straps and a ruffled hem. A matching G string came 
included. In a further whimsical mood I bought her a 
pair of four inch black stilettos. 

For the final item I bought her a very stretchy semi 
sheer off the shoulder knit mini dress with silver 
Lurex. It featured fingerless gloved sleeves and came 
with a matching G-string. I had her put on the 
stilettos. She just stood in the changing cubicle and 
stared at herself, her mouth open with big eyes. Yeah, 
she looked like she wanted to get laid and right away.

I had to explain the shimmery and glittery effect was 
the use of a yarn called Lurex. It was made for dance 
floor action. She got very excited when she heard that. 
While she got dressed back in her little girl outfit I 
saw an adorable dress for Julie. It was a red tube dress 
in cotton knit fabric with a ruched bust and decorative 
button-loop placket, fitted with a smocked panel at back 
and contrasting patent faux-leather belt. It was lined 
as well. I got carried away and bought one for Julie and 
another one for me.

I let Little Girl carry the packages out to the car. On 
our way out of the mall, we stopped at a hosiery store 
and I picked up a variety of knee high stay-ups and 
thigh highs for her, Julie and myself. Little Girl was 
all fluttery as we walked out to the car. I chastised 
her and promised she would be appropriately punished. 
She responded with a giggle.

We arrived home and I called Dot to come over. I asked 
Julie to make some coffee and bring some pastries on a 
plate into the living room. Little Girl removed all her 
clothes and waited patiently for me. I pulled out her 
new outfits and lined them up on my bed.

"Little Girl, you are to model your outfits for Julie 
and Auntie Dot. Walk the way I taught you. Do a good job 
or you will be spanked so hard, you won't be able to sit 
for a month. First the jean and sandals, wear each new 
top in turn. Make sure you remove the price tags 
carefully."

There are times when I forget she is in her twenties. I 
got a kick how she turned all smiles as she put on the 
clothes. She left for the living room with the model's 
walk step. I watched her walk down the hall. I was 
amazed how innocent she now appeared. She returned and 
kissed me. I decided that it did not call for a 
spanking, but maybe I'll give her one anyway.

She modeled each item in turn, wearing different 
stockings with each outfit. When she came back wearing 
the stretchy semi sheer, I knew she didn't want to take 
it off. I understood that it was not to cover her 
nakedness but her desire to look beautiful. After all, 
she is still female. Besides she already began to act 
more femme. 

I took her into my arms and hugged her. I said, "You 
have been a very good little girl lately. Put on your 
new shorts with the tube top and I will ask Julie and 
Auntie Dot to take you to the park for some ice cream.

"Oh thank you." She gave me a longer kiss this time. I 
sensed we were moving some boundaries. I needed to think 
this over carefully.

*****

After dinner, Julie went to her room to study for her 
term finals. She was very concerned about passing 
because next year would be her first in Junior High. 
Little Girl was busy cleaning the dishes and the 
kitchen. I went into my room and called up Dot and asked 
her to come over for a chat. She said she'd bring the 
wine.

She came to my back door. I grabbed two wine glasses and 
led her to the picnic table. Showing some concern she 
asked, "What's the matter, Natalie?"

I couldn't help but smile albeit a faint, mysterious 
smile and said, "Maybe it's nothing. I don't know. 
However, I need to talk to someone."

She poured the wine and tipped her glass towards me. I 
picked up my glass and we tapped them together. I drank 
half the glass in one swallow. I looked at Dot. She 
looked at me with her concern ever more visible.

"How do I say this? Dot, I think I'm falling in love 
with Little Girl, or maybe I just lust after her."

"And, is there a problem?"

"I want her to sleep in my bed with me. On that first 
day, after I spanked her till her cheeks were bright 
scarlet. I brought her in the living room. All she said 
was 'touch me, please'. Now I want her to touch me…a lot 
and often. I don't know what to do."

"Am I to understand you're asking for my advice? Shall I 
tell you what to do or what I might do in your place?"

I emptied my glass in a second gulp. I weakly smiled at 
Dot. "You hit the nail on the head. Yes, yes and yes, 
tell me."

She refilled our glasses before answering. "Well, why 
not? Do you think there is something wrong in wanting 
her? After all she is your creation."

"Thanks, I'm not sure but I think you helped me a lot. 
What would you do if you were me?"

"I'd bring her into my bed and see how it goes. I've 
loved women in my past. I loved men as well. At my age, 
making love to a woman is less of a nuisance. If you 
don't want her, send her to me. Keep the rest of the 
wine. I have to go home and jill."

Her words threw me in a loop. I never thought of her as 
a lesbian. I recalled a few memories of my own lesbian 
experience. As a college freshman, I roomed with one for 
a semester. We became lovers. The next semester, she 
moved to another state. Until now, I hadn't such 
feelings since she left. I sipped my wine and wrestled 
with the idea. 

I sat outside until it was dark. Julie came out and 
said, "Mom, why are you sitting out here in the dark? 
Aren't the mosquitoes getting to you?"

"As a matter of fact, they are. It is time to go inside 
and for you to go to bed. What is Little Girl doing?"

She tasted my wine and smiled at the taste. Sometimes I 
forget she is only eleven still. "Oh, she's finished in 
the kitchen. Now she is in your walk-in closet and is 
staring at those clothes you bought. How come you bought 
two red dresses?"

"One I meant as a surprise for you. I thought it would 
be cool if we could dress the same sometime. Come on; 
let's get you ready for bed."

She giggled. "That is cool. I like the idea too. I mean 
the dresses, not going to bed."

I watched the TV to kill time. Little Girl came to sit 
at my feet and laid her head on my thigh. My hand, as if 
it has a will of its own, began to pet her head. I 
thought how easily she agreed to write her father for 
power of attorney to sell their house next door. She 
told him that she will live with a couple of friends 
where she'll be happier and asked him if she could keep 
the money. We waited for his answer.

At eleven, I turned off the TV. I had to wake up Little 
Girl. She was groggy with sleep, so I carried her into 
my bedroom and laid her on my bed. I went in the 
bathroom and perform my night time ablutions. I dug 
through my dresser to find my sexiest night gown. 

I found it; a beautiful butterfly lace halter style gown 
with a form fit that featured a stretchy black lace 
butterfly pattern fabric. It included a high front slit 
that showed off all of my legs. I put a touch of perfume 
between my breasts and on my ear lobes. I tossed down 
the last of the wine and crawled into bed next to Little 
Girl who still slept.

If she is to become my lover, she will need a better 
name than Little Girl. I decided that it could wait 
until tomorrow. I tugged her closer to me and teased her 
over sized nipples. She moaned but didn't move. I used 
my index finger to caress my slit. It was already damp. 
I'm not one to normally produce copious quantities of 
lubrication, but would create enough to get the job 
done. I coated the pad of my finger.

I put the finger in her mouth. She immediately began to 
suck on it. I slipped my other arm around her shoulders 
and snugged her closer. Her eyelashes flickered. Soon 
she looked at me with sleepy eyes that soon turned to 
confusion. "Am I in heaven?"

"No, Sweetpea. You're in my bed with me."

She snuggled in tight and sighed, "S'nice. You feel so 
warm. How come I sleep with you?"

I bent in to kiss her lips. She instantly opened her 
mouth to allow my tongue inside. We took a minute or two 
to taste each other. My heart was beating faster. I 
passionately wanted to make love to her. She released my 
tongue and I moved down to lick a breast before I took 
her nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard. She moaned and 
her nipple grew and became very taut.

One of her hands found my breast. She squeezed it gently 
and pinched my nipple. It seemed like an electric charge 
rushed straight to my clit. I couldn't stand it anymore. 
I pushed her onto her back as I licked my way down to 
her hot little sex box. Her lips were open to welcome me 
inside. My tongue seemed to leap into her slit. She was 
wetter that I am, by far. I relished her taste, her 
odors and the mewling noises she made.

I dipped into her vaginal opening, licked her urethra 
and laved my way to her tiny clitoris that hid under its 
hood. I used a finger to push her hood while I sucked 
her clit out. Her hips were bouncing all over. She is 
noisy and nearly shouted a continuous line of dirty love 
talk. 

"Oh fuck that's so good. Suck on me like the whore I am. 
I love your tongue in my twat. Shit, damn, will you put 
something in my cunt? Use your fucking fingers." I 
reached up with my free hand to stick my fingers in her 
mouth to shut her up. I found her foul talk to be a 
distraction. I pumped two fingers inside her vagina then 
added another. 

Damn, but she's big for such a shrimp of a girl. I got a 
fourth finger inside and she was shaking from head to 
toe. She bit the fingers I had in her mouth, but not too 
hard. I decided to go for broke. I pulled my fingers out 
of her vagina to fold them around my thumb. I pushed my 
hand into her vagina. I couldn't believe it, but she 
took my whole hand. I felt her muscles pull me in 
further. 

My hand disappear inside her, I made contact with her 
cervix and pulled back a bit. I was surprised that my 
fingernails didn't hurt or cut her. She used her tongue 
to force my fingers out of her mouth and she began to 
shudder. She climaxed and the climaxes rolled over and 
over. She must have come three or four times and still 
had some small spasms after that.

I was so horny now, it was my turn. I pulled my hands 
out of her and rolled onto my back. "Okay, my little 
darling slut. It's time for you to do your best to fuck 
me.

Like a cat, she leaped between my legs and her mouth was 
kissing, licking and sucking every part of my pussy. She 
had one hand tugging on a nipple and two fingers were in 
my vagina right on my G-spot. I couldn't lie still. With 
my husband I remained quiet during our love making but 
now I'm grunting, moaning, tossing and screaming for her 
to fuck me good. I froze when I felt her wet finger at 
my anus.

She slowly pushed in deeper. That caused me to become 
wilder. I humped her mouth and her fingers. I'd've 
humped her feet if she could get them in my pussy. Then 
I exploded in the most powerful orgasm of my life. Once, 
twice, thrice and two more orgasms rolled through me. 
Then I must have passed out.

I'm sure it was only for a minute or two at most. When I 
came to, my darling little slut was rubbing my pussy 
with one hand and squeezing a breast with the other. 
Another hand was caressing my shoulder. Lips were 
kissing my forehead. I forced my eyes open and then they 
snapped fully open. The lips and third hand was Julie's.

"Mom, are you alright. You were so noisy. I expected it 
from Little Girl, but I never heard you like that. That 
was one heck of an orgasm you had. I can't wait until I 
can have one like that."

"Julie, honey, go to back to bed, we can discuss this 
tomorrow. I need to sleep." 

She giggled and ran off to her room. What have I done? 
My baby is not even twelve yet and she just witnessed me 
as I had a humongous orgasm. It took away some of the 
joy of the experience. How do I talk to her about this? 
Now, the little slut is snuggling up to me again. I 
think this is a terrible mistake.

Little Girl threw an arm around me and tucked her head 
between my shoulder and body. One leg was thrown over 
mine. I said the hell with it. I wrapped an arm around 
her, ignored my need to shower, and let myself fall 
asleep. It felt so gratifying to snuggle up to another 
warm body after some great sex and just let myself drift 
off to sleep.

*****

We all slept late on Sunday. I woke up to find Little 
Girl suckling on one of my nipples while apparently 
sound asleep. It felt so good that I remain quiet and 
let her suckle away. It told myself that now is a good 
time to think about the situation I now faced. I had a 
young female lover that I wanted to keep. For all her 
foul mouthing, she proved to be a terrific bed mate. I 
decided that I had to use a mix of carrots and sticks to 
get her to toe my line.

Okay, that takes care of one problem. The other is much 
trickier. What do I do about Julie? I can't let her get 
involved, but I can see how she wants to be part of our 
sexual scene. Her hormones are already alive and quite 
active. It will have to be a good old time mother-
daughter dialogue. 

So I am to be a hot lover to one and a proper mother to 
the other. Can I balance on this tightrope? I damn well 
better learn. I glanced at the clock. It read a quarter 
past ten. My lover still slept and slurped on my nipple. 
I pulled my nipple away and she groaned a protest.

I slid out of bed, shed the part of my nightgown I still 
wore and scooped up my lover in my arms. I giggled to 
think how easily I've come to think of her as my lover. 
I guess I must be more desperate for love and sex that I 
admitted to myself these last few years.

She began to complain. I rested her on a raised knee and 
gave her a couple of hard spankings. That woke her up 
properly. "What's happening?"

"We are going to shower together. Then I will get 
dressed before we go make some breakfast. You better 
behave today. After you finish your chores, we will have 
a conversation." 

That seemed to bring her back to earth. We showered 
together and I taught her how I liked to be washed. I 
sent her to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast 
while I dressed in jeans and blouse.

I went into wake up Julie. It took a while for her to 
come fully alive. I sent her into shower before she 
dressed and joined us for breakfast. Before I left I 
told her we would have a nice mother-daughter talk after 
we ate.

Julie is a gifted child. In first grade they gave all 
the students the IQ test, her score was one seventy one. 
I hoped she would understand what I was about to tell 
her.

We poured another cup of coffee and went out on the 
deck. "This is difficult for me to explain. I have 
decided that Little Girl will be my lover as long as she 
behaves. I needed a lover for some time and your father 
stopped being a proper lover long before his accident. I 
suspect you knew that. I never expected I would have a 
female lover. I hope you can accept that. She will share 
my bed for as long as this works out."

She nodded with a funny smile and waited for me to 
continue. "You will not be allowed to take part in that 
area of my life. You will not be allowed to intrude when 
she and I are having sex. For now, you are too young, 
even if I think you are far more mature for your age. I 
expect you to wait until you're eighteen before you 
consider intercourse with a boy friend. That is Rule 
Number One."	

"Do you mean it will be okay for me to make out?"

"As long as you remember Rule Number One and providing 
you give serious thought about with whom you do so."

"What if I want to explore sex with another girl?"

"Same rules apply." 

"Okay Mom. I understand. I don't mess around when you 
are having sex and I don't go all the way until I am at 
least eighteen. I guess that sounds fair, although I 
suspect I might wind up as one of the last virgins to 
graduate high school."

I sighed. She is right about that and if she was to have 
sex before eighteen, I hope she would use protection. I 
suppose we will have to have this kind of talk another 
day. Next it will be my lover's turn to listen to me.

Little Girl finished her chores and joined me in our 
bedroom. I closed the door and told her sit on the bed. 
"I want you to know I enjoyed sex with you and I wish us 
to have a good sexual relationship. We might even learn 
to love each other. This does not mean that the rest of 
our relationship will change. You are my little girl and 
will do as I tell you, when I tell you. You will be 
punished if you misbehave or break my rules, even if you 
don't know them. Do you understand and accept?"

"Yes ma'am, I accept. Is there anything else I should 
know?"

"We must keep Julie out of our shared bed. I think it is 
time we called you something other than Little Girl. I 
will give you a choice of Sweetpea, Pussy Willow or 
Honey Baby. I prefer Sweetpea, but it is your choice. 
For now, I will get you a uniform to wear around the 
house. The last thing is very important. It concerns 
your language. I want it cleaned up. No more expletives. 
If you don't understand, it means no more swear words, 
especially when we have sex. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am. I should choose a new name, I will wear a 
new uniform around the house, we do not involve Julie in 
our sexual games and I must learn to speak more genteel. 
I will be punished if I do not learn and practice these 
new rules. Shall I be punished for my language last 
night?"

"Of course; come here and lie over my lap."

With a huge grin, she immediately crawled over my lap. I 
gave her two dozen smacks. She wiggled in pleasure from 
the first to the last. There was no appearance of actual 
pain, except to my hand. I wondered what it fell like to 
be spanked and if it could possibly feel as good as 
Little Girl seemed to enjoy.

The rest of the week rolled on by within our new 
normality. Things happened, but they seemed mundane. 
Julie easily passed her finals and was looking forward 
to the relative joy of Junior High. Actually, both 
Junior and Senior High were on the same campus. 

At the end of the school year, I was surprised when 
Julie skipped seventh grade right to eighth, as did her 
friend, Abby; who was another high IQ child. They were 
two young and beautiful brainiacs. It made the 
transition that much easier for both as twelve year 
olds.

As a graduation gift, I bought her one those new hand 
held phone/computer devices and scheduled a graduation 
party for her. We threw a big graduation party in the 
back yard on Saturday. There must have been at least 
fifty young people at one time or another. I had the 
party catered. It was after midnight before the last 
guests left. Julie and Abby were so excited they 
couldn't sleep.

The last month of school, they had been studying 
together a lot and slept over at each other's homes many 
nights. I watched them when they weren't aware of me. It 
seemed obvious that they had developed a close emotional 
and physical relationship. I don't think I minded very 
much since Abby is just a few weeks older than Julie. 
They are both smart and computer knowledgeable. Both 
play soccer and paired well together on the field 
despite that Abby barely comes up to Julie's chin.

Both of Abby's parents work. She has an older and a 
younger sister, each two or three years apart. I know 
Julie and Abby work and play well together because Julie 
never talks about her friends from our last address any 
more. Today I was informed that they both want to go to 
a six week soccer camp this summer. I said that was okay 
with me if Abby's parents also agreed. I had one rule; I 
wanted a newsy email at least twice a week.

They left the Friday after July Fourth, Abby's dad drove 
them to the camp, I was to pick them up at the end of 
the camp. Once they left, the house seemed nearly empty.

One day the following week, I went to call on Dot. I 
wanted to talk about how Sweetpea (that was the name 
Amanda chose) enjoyed getting spanked. As we talked I 
was becoming damp. She finally offered to spank me and I 
accepted. She gave me a good walloping. I did not feel 
any great pleasure, but then she alternated the spanks 
with caresses and rubbed my slit and my anus. It began 
to feel nice. We finished my visit with a sixty-nine.

Dot might have been in her sixties, but she had a great 
tongue and her juices were sweet and fruity. She would 
always finger my rear entrance and all those sensations 
soon turned into a lovely multi orgasm. When we rested, 
Dot suggested that I visit her for another session once 
or twice a week. I agreed.

I went home after we had a cup of coffee. My derriere 
still tingled in a pleasurable way. I am learning more 
about sex in the last few weeks than I learned in all my 
years of hetero sex. 

The next day I found a maid outfit for Sweetpea. It 
consisted fo a black lace underwire cup apron babydoll 
with tie back, maid's headpiece and matching black 
thong. The sides were left bare as was most of her back 
including her derriere except for the ribbon tie back 
for the apron. I included a four inch D'Orsay sandal 
with an ankle cuff and three pairs of fishnet net ultra 
stretchy knee highs that featured a lace ruffle and 
white satin bow.

A second outfit was a bustier that featured a satin 
silhouette with support boning, layered lace ruffle 
accent and satin ribbon lace-up front, plus two pairs of 
sheer fishnet thigh highs with a white satin ribbon on 
top with a cute bow. Sweetpea was thrilled with the 
outfits and had to model them both for Dot, who giggled 
when Sweetpea walked away in the first costume.

She almost danced with glee when I ordered pizza 
delivered for supper that evening and told her that she 
had to answer the door and pay the delivery boy. I think 
he enjoyed the experience as well.


Chapter Three – The Night Club Scene

Friday was an important day. Sweetpea received a 
registered letter in the mail. Of course, she wore a 
maid costume, so the postal worker got a nice surprise 
himself. We seem to get a lot of hand deliveries after 
that. The special letter was from her father. It gave 
her full power of attorney to dispose of the house. I 
made a couple of calls that afternoon. By that evening, 
the house was posted for sale with a promise of a 
picture in their Sunday ad spread.

The house had a buyer by next Monday. There wasn't much 
money in the sale. Her father leveraged the house for 
his investments. Still after all the fees and realtors 
cut, she had eleven thousand dollars. I opened up a 
checking account for her with a thousand dollars with 
proviso that I had to approve of any expenditure. The 
other ten grand I invested in a good mutual fund.

Sweetpea was so thrilled that the house sold so fast and 
she appreciated what I did with her money. It is so hard 
to remember what a nasty little bitch I once knew next 
door. I'd come to understand that she was starved for 
love. She didn't get much from her parents who mostly 
left her to her own means since she was sixteen. Of 
course, she got in with the wrong kind of people. I 
can't say I love her as much as I love my Julie, but it 
is a different kind of love anyway.

For a treat, I let her dress up in the sheer Lurex 
streaked knit dress, garter belt with lacey stockings 
and the four inch stilettos. I did her makeup and she 
looked like a perfect slut. She insisted that I take 
pictures of her. She walked the model's walk out to the 
car as happy as I've ever seen her. 

I wore my black and white padded cup underwire bustier 
with Lycra and stretch lace front and back panels with 
net sides and boning with contrast under cup detail, 
back hook and eye closure, straps and three accent bows. 
I wore a tiny skirt to cover most of my derriere and 
thong. I wore three and half inch heels and still 
towered over Sweetpea. 

Sweetpea kissed me in the car and told me I was 
gorgeous. I think she is right. We both looked like hot 
sluts. We went to an infamous Lesbian bar I heard about. 
Unlike most bars, it was well lit up. There was a small 
stage, surrounded by three dance cages, off to one side. 
A small all-female band was on the stage. They played 
music from the big band up to the Hustle era. This is 
fine with me, since I prefer the older popular music 
types. Dancers were in the cages. Some just danced, 
others stripped.

The hostess gave us a big smile and found us a table 
alongside the dance floor. A seductive young raven 
haired waitress, with nice tits covered by a red and 
black bra top and a matching garter skirt with straps to 
hold up her black thigh highs, came to take our order. I 
looked at her feet; she wore four inch platforms. She 
told us her name was Annalisa. I ordered two grapefruit 
mimosa cocktails. When she returned with the drinks, she 
gave me a bill for seven dollars. I stuffed a ten in her 
in her bra. She said, "Thank you. By the way, you can 
dance on the floor or in the cages, whichever we 
preferred."

We sipped at our drinks and looked around. Sweetpea 
could barely sit still so I took her hand and led her 
onto the dance floor. The band was paying an old 
Platters slow song- "My Prayer". I gave her a deep kiss, 
held her close and circled the floor. I made it obvious 
who was in charge. One hand rested on her derriere and 
pulled her tight into me, our legs scissored between 
each other. Even in her stilettos she was too short for 
us to rub crotches.

At the end of the dance, I bent her over and kissed her 
again before I led her back to the table. I pulled my 
chair close to hers and rested a hand on her thigh, she 
reciprocated. However, it wasn't long before we were 
asked to dance by others. I encouraged her to dance. I 
was inclined to just sit and watch.

About the third dance, she disappeared from my view 
until two dances later. Her partner, not the same one 
that asked her for the dance, held her chair and thanked 
me. I was mystified and just nodded. I waited a moment. 
Sweetpea's face was flushed as was her chest and she was 
breathing huskily. 

I asked her, "Where did you go?"

"They have private dance rooms behind the stage. A girl 
took me back there."

"What kind of dances did you do?"

"We did lap dances and stuff."

"I see. Did you enjoy the experience?"

"Yes ma'am."

It wasn't long before Sweetpea was again invited to 
dance. This time she was quickly danced behind the 
cages. I ordered two more mimosas and paid Annalisa in 
the same manner except I flicked her nipple with a 
finger. She smiled and blew me a kiss.

Three dances later Sweetpea returned, all out of breath 
and with a satisfied smile. I danced the next dance with 
her to give her opportunity to rest. She kept kissing 
the top of my breasts and rubbing her pussy on my thigh. 
Good grief she was so horny.

We skipped a dance to sip our drinks. This time, a truly 
gorgeous red head, almost as tall as me but with a 
thirty-eight D bust line that was barely contained in 
her shimmery peasant blouse stopped at our table. She 
asked me if she might dance with Sweetpea. I graciously 
approved, but I was thinking I wished she had asked me 
instead.

The woman told us her name was Grace. She took Sweetpea 
by the hand and made no pretense that they would dance. 
To my surprise a little later a young woman with a cute 
face came to ask me to dance. Her hair seemed white and 
her eyes were gray and deep set. 

She had lips that begged to be kissed. Although a few 
inches shorter than me, her five inch heels diminished 
the height difference sufficiently, so I didn't have to 
bend down to kiss her when I stood up and her lips 
tasted so sweet. 

Good grief, I was so focused on her face that I just now 
realized that the girl had a full rack with big nipples 
that were visible through her transparent blouse. Her 
skirt was transparent as well and she had a bush that a 
crow could nest in with room to spare.

Once I could get my eyes back into my head, I saw that 
she held out her hand to lead me. Like Sweetpea before 
me, she led me around the stage and knocked on a door. 
She whispered, "Not to worry, the room is already paid 
for."

I nodded and she opened the door when a voice said, 
"Come in." I followed her inside. There was Grace, naked 
on a couch. Sweetpea, just as naked, was lapping away 
between Grace's legs.

Grace lazily said, "Hello Natalie. Your girl is so 
talented. Why don't you strip down and let Sheila 
demonstrate her tonguing ability. Ooh, I'm about to 
come. Give us a few moments."

Grace was humping Sweetpea's face while she pinched and 
twisted her own nipples. I think Sweetpea had fingers in 
both Grace's anus and vagina. She never looked up to see 
me. Sheila was already out of her flimsy clothes and 
waited to help me out of mine, which she did with great 
aplomb. She helped me to lie down on the sofa on this 
side of the room, spread my legs and dove right into my 
crotch.

She was very good. She tongue fucked my vagina before 
she made love to my clit. I soon had three fingers 
churning my vagina and two in my anal canal. I 
surrendered to the attention and used my hands on her 
humongous breasts. I heard Grace come with a multiple 
orgasm. It triggered my own response to Sheila's efforts 
and a very nice multi orgasm rolled through my lower 
torso.

As soon as my climaxes were over, Sheila scooted on hand 
knees to set on the floor next to Grace's couch. She had 
vacant look in her gray eyes and a silly smile on her 
face wet with my juices.

Sweetpea crawled over to me and knelt on the floor 
before me. "Wasn't that fun, Mistress? 

She never called me 'Mistress' before. I smiled at her 
and patted her head. I wondered what came next. Grace 
and I do a sixty-nine?

Grace clapped her hands and both girls jumped up and 
went to the back of the room. They returned with a low 
table and set it down between the couches. Then they ran 
to the back and returned with lower benches, one on each 
side of the table. Next they came back with cushions for 
the benches and on the floor. Grace stood up and pointed 
at the nearest bench to me and said, "Make yourself at 
home, I wish to chat with you."

I imitated her by making myself comfortable lying on my 
side but with my head held up by my arm. Quick, quick, 
the two girls placed bowls of fruits and nuts on the 
table and poured two large flutes with champagne. 
Sweetpea knelt down on the floor cushions and smiled at 
me. She grabbed one flute and held it up to my lips for 
me to drink. 

She followed the wine by hand feeding me pieces of 
fruit. She put a strawberry in my mouth and I motioned 
her to come closer, I bent to kiss her with the 
strawberry between my teeth. She opened her mouth to me 
and I bit the strawberry in half. She ate her half and 
then kissed me and began to suckle on a nipple.

I said, "Let's have some more champagne." She held the 
glass for me then I took it and held it for her drink. 
Her smile and eyes thanked me. When I signaled that I 
had enough to eat and drink, she scurried to put my 
share of the food and wine away. Sheila soon did the 
same.

"I am curious about a couple of things. You seem to give 
your submissive quite a bit of freedom. Why is that?"

"It's the way I operate I suppose. We enjoy a warm 
relationship and are both happy and comfortable with 
it."

"Don't you ever punish her?"

"Oh indeed. I frequently spank her. I looked at 
Sweetpea. "Don't I darling?"

"Oh yes Mistress and I am very thankful for it."

"How odd, I can't imagine Sheila would act in such a 
manner. Never mind, that's not what I really wanted to 
talk to you about. Sweetpea mentioned something about 
how you two like to trib. I've heard about it, but don't 
know what it is precisely or how to do it. Could you 
show us and teach us?"

I said that we'd be happy to do so. I had the girls move 
the table, but leave the cushions. I decided to teach 
them three positions, the scissor, the missionary and 
the ass trib. I explained each then we demonstrated the 
position followed by helping them trib in each position. 
Afterwards Grace and I relaxed with some more champagne. 
Sheila was in Grace's crotch while Sweetpea was sucking 
on me with fervor.

After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door and 
said, "Times up." We put our clothes back on. I thanked 
Grace for the experience and she thanked me for the 
lessons. I took Sweetpea back to our table. I was 
surprised that it was kept open for us. We sat down and 
Annalisa was already at my shoulder. I asked her if we 
could get coffee instead of liquor. She said she could.

When she came back, she had a dish with creamers and 
sugar substitutes. She hunkered down to whisper in my 
ear. "I get off in a couple of minutes. Please take me 
home with you."

I said, "Sorry, but I already have a partner."

"Please. I don't want to go home tonight." I looked at 
her and could see the pleading in her eyes. "I'm not 
looking for money. I'm just lonely and you were so nice 
to me. I don't mind a threesome."

I know I was a sucker but I agreed to take her home. We 
finished our coffee and waited at the exit for her. She 
carried a large gym bag and a makeup bag with her purse. 
We went home, took turns in the bathroom and got ready 
for bed. I told Sweetpea to keep an eye on her. I had 
her lie between Sweetpea and me.

*****

It turned out alright. She ran away from an abusive home 
life when she turned eighteen. That was six weeks ago. 
The person who had promised her a place to live and a 
job moved away the day after she arrived. Annalisa saw 
an ad for the Lesbian dance bar and applied for a job 
three weeks ago. She was hired but lived in a dirt cheap 
motel, but was already running out of money. 

She was lost, nearly broke with everything she owned in 
her small carryall bag. She was a lesbian, although not 
very experienced. I believed her. Sometimes you have to 
believe in people. I took her in and installed her in 
what was Sweetpea's bedroom originally. We went over 
some rules, especially in regards to Julie.

She was so poor and I had so much. I felt obliged to 
virtually adopt her. After breakfast, Sweetpea and I 
took her shopping. We completely outfitted her from 
underwear to jeans, tops, nightgown, robe, etc., etc. It 
made me feel good inside to see how happy she was. 
Sweetpea gave me a kiss and said, "First me, now her. 
How many raggedy ass girls are you going to adopt?"

I looked at her and giggled. "As many as I come across. 
And now it is time for your spanking for your outrageous 
behavior last night. I think we might have to go there 
again next week."

*****

One more time, I thought life would settle into a nice 
routine. Tuesday and Thursday I would visit Dot where we 
would have a romp in her bedroom before drinking too 
much tea and talking for a couple of hours. Wednesdays, 
Sweetpea would spend most of the day with Dot and sleep 
overnight with her. 

Mondays was Annalisa's day off. I might take her 
shopping, but most of the time we hung around the pool 
with Dot.

My nights were still filled with sexual activity with 
Sweetpea except Wednesdays when I would take Annalisa to 
bed after she came home from work. If she came home that 
is. On an occasion she went home with someone from the 
bar. I would take her to the clinic to check for STDs 
the next day. She was a sweet and gentle lover who loved 
nipple play. We'd suckle on each other frequently.

Sweetpea was a voracious lover and gave me ever more 
reasons to spank her. I was usually worn out within two 
hours of sex with her, but it was always a wonderful 
kind of weariness. Each morning after, in the bathroom, 
I examined my body for bite marks and hickeys. There 
always was a couple. I left my marks on her as well. We 
regularly finger fucked each other front and aft, which 
we both enjoyed on the receiving and giving ends.

Our nightly exertions began with kisses before she moved 
to suckle and nip on my nipples. I would use her rings 
to tug on her nipples. I'd pull them out as far as I 
could and then twisted them before I'd let them go. I 
began to understand the term pain slut because she loved 
the way we played. My clit was so tender so many times 
after a session that I couldn't stand to have it 
touched. My vagina ached on many a morning. 

Sweetpea and I began each day with a long hot shower 
where we washed each other. More and more often, 
Annalisa would join us. Then we gave each other a full 
massage. Our techniques improved daily and they ended 
each massage with ten or fifteen minutes suckling on my 
nipples sometimes by one, other times by the other and 
often from both at the same time. 

Then I gave Sweetpea the first spanking of the day. I 
was tempted to let her spank me, but I felt safer 
getting spanked by Dot. Sex with Dot was less intense, 
but no less satisfying. Annalisa soon wanted to be 
spanked as well. Kinky group, we were.

Sweetpea's suckling became ever more frequent. She liked 
sucking and I liked being suckled. More and more often, 
a few minutes of suckling would produce a pleasant 
orgasm. I was becoming an orgasm slut with my two 
lovers. We began each day with her on my nipple, 
sometimes it was an all night suckling. After breakfast, 
she'd be on my nipples again. Then once more she suckled 
after or during lunch.

If Julie was home, we went to our bedroom. If I was with 
Dot, she enjoyed suckling on me as well. But Sweetpea 
was a constant. Our evening sex began with a long suckle 
and when we were exhausted with sex we would fall asleep 
with her mouth covering a nipple. My nipples were 
getting longer and a bit fatter. If I went out without a 
bra, which I usually did these days, the nipples would 
push out little tents in my tops.


Chapter Four – Milk Becomes a Problem

I doubt, of all the weeks of this summer, I shall ever 
forget the week before I had to go get the girls from 
camp. It started out when I woke up Monday morning.

I woke up as usual with Sweetpea suckling on a nipple. 
But it felt different somehow. Truth was I've been 
concerned for the last couple of weeks. My breasts were 
getting heavier and larger. I ascribed it to all the sex 
I've been enjoying. 

Around last Wednesday, I began to compare the feelings 
with the way I felt when I was pregnant with Julie. But 
I knew I wasn't pregnant now. I still have my trusty IUD 
protecting me. Besides I haven't had sex with a man for 
over three years.

As I said, I woke up and felt something different. I 
thought Sweetpea was drooling on my breast. Yet, I felt 
the same wetness on my other breast. I wiped my free 
breast with my hand and found it fairly wet with milk. 
Now what the hell is going on?

I woke up Sweetpea and she dribbled milk out of her 
mouth. I became set to be angry with her when I realized 
the milk was leaking from my nipples. I shrieked, "Oh 
god, what have you done to me?"

Leez (I began to call her Leez when she called me 
Nattie) wobbled into my room while trying to rub the 
sleep out of her eyes. Sweetpea was licking her lips and 
staring at my nipple. "Hmm, you taste good this morning. 
It tastes like milk. Are you preggers?"

"No, dammit, I am not pregnant. With you and everyone 
else sucking my tits, I have begun producing milk. It 
can happen. I remember reading about it when I was in 
school. That's it. No more suckling on me. You all leave 
my tits alone."

I stomped into the bathroom, slammed and locked the 
door. I leaned over the sink toward the mirror and 
studied my achy tits. I began to cry and I don't know 
why. I squeezed an areola and sure enough, milk squirted 
out in three or four places of my nipple. Jeezus, I 
don't need this. 

I took a long hot bath. I kept washing my breasts, but 
one kept leaking. Then I remembered that Sweetpea was on 
the other nipple when I woke up, so the other tit was 
probably full. Damn, damn, damn! I stepped out of the 
tub and toweled off and left a tablespoon of milk in the 
towel.

I didn't bother with clothes as I sat at my computer and 
began a search on human lactation. The only helpful 
advice I read suggested that I should wear pads in my 
bra to sop up the leaks and try to express milk until 
the breasts ran dry. It could take around seven days. 

I dressed in shorts and a light floppy blouse but no bra 
and went down to the kitchen to make breakfast for 
everyone. Sweetpea was already in her maid's outfit and 
was setting the table. Leez showered in the other 
bathroom. Maybe I will take her shopping while I look 
for a larger bra and milk pads.

It was embarrassing. I had to go to a maternity store to 
get a bra and pads. The stupid bra had holes cut for the 
nipples. I wanted to complain, but my desire to get out 
of there had a higher priority with me. Leez suggested I 
get a bathing suit made for pregnant woman. I had to 
restrain myself before I gave her a spanking right there 
in the store.

I rushed out of the mall. We didn't look for anything 
for Leez. She has a decent enough wardrobe already. We 
went to the supermarket and bought what we needed for 
the week. I just wanted to go home and hide in the pool. 

The tits, especially the fuller one, really began to get 
painful by supper time. I couldn't finish the meal. I 
called both girls to me and told them to suck my tits 
dry. I have to give them credit. They suckled until 
their mouths ached. After an hour or so, my pain went 
away. I hugged and kissed both girls. Together they 
cleaned the kitchen and the dishes.

I retired to my bedroom and did some more searches on 
the web. I read a couple of articles on breast pumps and 
recalled that I saw some on display at the maternity 
store. Maybe that will be easier than waiting for the 
tits to dry up. Then Sweetpea can still suckle. That 
night I had both girls come to bed with me and let them 
suckle as long as they wanted but I skipped any other 
sex activity. 

Well, I did, but Sweetpea and Leez gave me a show of 
their skills. All that did was make me horny, so I 
eventually gave in and joined in the fun.

The girls pushed my legs up so my knees were at the 
level of my breasts. Leez was licking my pussy while 
Sweetpea rimmed me. Then each pushed their tongues into 
each hole. That drove me really wild, my breasts were 
spraying milk without being touched and I exploded in a 
wondrous orgasm that kept rolling through me until I 
could demand them to stop. I have to admit I thought 
that was terrific, but we had to change the sheets since 
they were damp with my milk and everyone's juices.

We went in to shower together, returned to make the bed 
and they sandwiched me. They gently suckled until they 
fell asleep. I was already asleep before they were.

In the morning they both still had a nipple in their 
mouth. Every so often one or the other would give me a 
suck. They were so tight next to me that I was able to 
reach over my body and pinch a nipple on each of them. 
While I waited for them to wake up I came up with an 
idea.

Over breakfast, I asked Leez what time she had to be at 
work. Tuesdays she usually had to go in early and was 
home early.

"I have to be there by eleven. I'll be the only waitress 
for the lunch crowd, but my shift is done at seven, 
unless I want extra hours. Why do you ask?"

"I'll take you into work today so you don't need to take 
a cab. I have some shopping to do. I can do that after 
dropping you off. Will you swim with us this morning?"

"Oh yes please. Right after I help Sweetpea clean up 
after breakfast."

We made good use of the pool to swim and float until 
ten. Then Leez and I dressed, her for her job and me to 
go the stores. When ready, I found Leez waiting for me 
by the front door. We got into the car and I drove off. 
"I have two things I want to talk about with you today. 
First tell me something. Do you have a high school 
diploma?"

"No, I don't. I quit school after my junior year. 
Actually it was not my choice, but I don't want to talk 
about it."

"That's alright, I understand. Would you go back to high 
school and do your senior year if you could?"

"What's the point? I was barely passing as things were 
when I did go to school."

"Well, for one thing, if you have your diploma, you 
could get into college next year. I will give you lots 
of help with the school work. Julie probably will be 
able to help you study as well. I want you to do this. I 
want your commitment."

"Can I think about it?"

"I'll give you until Friday to give me your commitment. 
Now I want to talk about my second item.

She sounded doubtful, but said, "Okay, what is it?"

Sweetpea and I are going to the night club tonight. I'm 
going to be bare breasted. I want you to pass around the 
word that I am offering free one minute sucks on my tits 
as long as my milk holds out. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure. The manager will probably give you free drinks. 
Do you want to sit up on the stage?"

"I don't care. I thought up on the bar or perhaps on a 
bar stool, but anyplace is good."

"What time will you show up?"

"I'm not sure, probably not before seven. I hope you 
stick around even if you're finished working."

"I will be glad to stay. Besides then I can get in some 
extra hours. Here we are. See you tonight."

I watched her walk into the club. It looked like there 
were already customers. When she disappeared inside I 
went back to the maternity store in the mall. I was less 
nervous and embarrassed. I told the saleswoman what I 
was needed. I was glad she was in her forties and not 
some teenager.

Between us I chose a double breast pumps that needed to 
be worked manually. She also helped me pick out a couple 
of bras, even though I hoped to need one less often.

Then I wandered around the mall until I found what I 
wanted - surprise gift for Sweetpea. I had no luck, so I 
went to a store I saw in a small roadside mall. I found 
what I wanted and hurried home. 

I told Sweetpea to come into the bedroom. I laid out a 
new outfit for her; a school girl teddy with open cups 
featuring tie and pleated skirt that left the bottom of 
her derriere uncovered. Next to the outfit I put a box 
that contained a matched set of three tiny bells for her 
nipple rings. Another bag contained a thin rhinestone 
bedecked leather and velvet collar.

She looked at me in pleased shock. "Is this all for me? 
Why?"

"We're going to the night club tonight. I want you to 
wear that teddy with your white knee highs and four inch 
stilettos. The bells are for your nipple rings and I 
want you to move so that I can hear them tinkle. The 
collar is just decoration, but it does have a small D 
ring if I want to attach something to you. You wear the 
collar only when I say you should. The bells you can 
wear as you please."

We went into the bathroom to shower together. Her red 
hair was just long enough to put into a decent pony tail 
which I tied with a white ribbon and bow. I made up her 
face to highlight her hazel eyes, her high cheek bones 
and lips. I hung dangly rhinestone rings from her ears 
then told her to order a pizza from our favorite pizza 
palace while I get myself ready. 

I wore a red and black stretch mesh Bustier that 
featured open cups with underwire, ribbon bow accents, 
and adjustable straps. It came with a matching thong. I 
wore red lace thigh highs and my red four and half inch 
stilettos. I had a little bolero jacket to wear while we 
were en route. I rubbed my skin with jasmine coconut 
lotion to make it soft, supple and shining. I put my 
hair in braids and completed my preparation with 
carefully applied make up. By the time I was done, the 
pizza arrived.

"Billy liked my outfit, especially when I made the bells 
tinkle. He asked me for a date again. I told him I had a 
date already. He's kind of cute. It's been three months 
since I had a man or boy for that matter."

"I never said you can't date a male. However, the day 
you do, you no longer will be allowed in my bed."

She fell to her knees and clasped her arms around my 
legs. "Oh, forgive me. I was just talking. Spank me 
extra long for my stupid words but don't ban me from 
making love to you."

"Get up and pour us some red wine then sit down and eat. 
I want to leave before six thirty.

*****

We got to the club just before seven. Leez came with the 
hostess to greet us. I knew the hostess was named 
Belinda. Belinda said the manager wanted to talk to me. 
I followed her to the bar. Everyone kept looking around 
when Sweetpea's bells tinkled as we walked. Sami was my 
height but must have outweighed me by forty to fifty 
pounds. I knew right away that one mustn't mess with 
Sami.

Actually she was most cordial. "Welcome to the club. 
Good to see you again."

I remained modest. "Thank you. We like this place."

She put her arm around my shoulder and led me away from 
the bar toward the stage. "We are excited about what you 
propose to do tonight, but I'm curious as to why."

I looked into her face and saw it was simple curiosity. 
"I'm not really sure myself. I do like to have my 
nipples sucked. I suppose I liked it too often because 
now I produce milk as if I was pregnant. I let some 
friends milk me and they liked the taste and this idea 
just popped into my head. I know I have to come to terms 
with my lactation, just not sure how I want to do so."

"That's interesting. Okay, here is how I would like to 
do this. I have a comfy chair in one of the cages. We'll 
leave the door open. It will allow one person at a time 
come in. With your permission, we plan to charge a 
dollar per ten seconds up to one minute of suckling, the 
last ten seconds will be no charge. The money, assuming 
you didn't want it for yourself, will be donated to a 
LGBT defense fund."

"What a good idea. I like it. I also think I need a 
fifteen minute break after each half hour. I also would 
like to have time to dance, perhaps in a back room."

"That's not a problem. You set your own time. Will your 
girl be with you?"

"Either her or Leez unless she is on your clock."

"She can work it out, and I'll leave her on the clock. 
We all think it is a wonderful thing you have done by 
taking her in your home. Some of the girls might even be 
a little envious. But we all like Annalisa. I have to 
get to work now. You get yourself comfortable and give 
us a signal when we can make an announcement. We will 
make the announcement every hour until you say that's 
all. Good luck."

Belinda gave Sweetpea a cash box. "Good luck. If I have 
time, I may want to suckle a bit myself."

"Come now, and I'll give you a free suckle."

She came and helped me get comfortable. I took off my 
Bolero and my tits were on display. I sat in the chair 
and relaxed. I motioned for her to come. She sat on my 
lap, bent her head and began to suckle for a few 
seconds. When finished, she smacked her lips and gave me 
a kiss. I tasted my milk on her lips. Then she hurried 
to her hostess post.

I heard the announcement was made. The chair faced the 
open room. I can see the faces of those who were 
interested. There was no rush to get at my nipples. A 
couple of the boldest came up. I sat them on my thigh 
and pulled their heads down to my nipple. Sweetpea timed 
them on her new watch I bought for the occasion. The 
first two suckled for the full minute. Thanked me, paid 
Sweetpea and left. I appreciated the way she moved to 
keep the bells ringing.

More began to line up. I found it rather boring to just 
be suckled, so I started to play with those who came to 
suckle. I might tease their own nipples, rub their 
thighs or even caresses their pussies. After the first 
half hour, the line was getting long, so I began to take 
two at a time. Another half hour and I counted forty 
additional women spent time sucking at my tits. I began 
to recognizing faces of those who came for a second and 
even a third time. Nearly all of them purchased a full 
minute.

I took an hour break. Too many of them used their teeth. 
I figured I could go another half hour and I'd be nearly 
empty. So I asked them to make an announcement that 
after the break I only had enough milk for another half 
hour. During my break, I was asked to dance by a lot of 
the girls. I did only a couple because I was so tired.

Sweetpea was asked to dance often and I could hear her 
bells all over the dance floor. She and her bells were 
quite the hit. I also saw how many of her partners 
admired her collar which she proudly showed off. Go 
figure. It must be a submissive thing.

Sheila sidled up to me while I sipped another white 
wine, a gift from my admirers. She still sported vacant 
gray eyes. She wore fewer clothes than the last time, 
but still completely revealing. She knelt by my chair 
and said, "Mistress Grace begs you to come see her in a 
private room."

I finished the wine and followed her around the stage. 
She tapped on a door and I heard Grace invite us to 
enter. She actually stood up to greet me with a hug and 
kisses on each cheek. "You were magnificent darling, but 
your poor mammaries look a little worn from your show." 
She muttered something at Sheila, who speedily crawled 
to a large leather hand bag and withdrew a tube.

"Lie down on the sofa and rest while we chat."

I did as she bade me. Sheila knelt alongside me and 
began to softly caress my tits with a most soothing 
crθme. I sighed from the pleasure of her soft hands as 
she worked their magic. It was no wonder that Grace kept 
her close by. While my tits were attended to, Grace 
asked questions about my lactation experiences.

After Sheila finished her ministrations, she hand fed me 
pieces of sweet fruit and sugar candies in between long, 
welcome sips of champagne. Grace lived well. I kept 
track of the time on my tiny brooch watch. When it was 
within ten minutes of my next milking session, I made 
ready to go back. 

Grace embraced me and covered my face with sloppy 
kisses. "Please, dear woman, do me the great favor by 
coming home with me as my guest. And do bring your girl 
with you of course. I do so want to talk to you some 
more. Plus Sheila can further comfort your poor wounded 
nipples."

I figured she would keep holding onto me until I agreed, 
so I quickly said, "It would be a pleasure. I'll be 
ready right after my next half hour in the cage. Now, I 
must really go."

I let Sami know I was back. They made an announcement 
but upped the price to two bucks for ten seconds and no 
freebies. Sweetpea and I barely got settled when the 
line formed. For the next hour, with only a ten minute 
break, I had someone on each breast at a time. My 
original thought was I might get the occasional sucker. 
I never thought women would be that interested.

My tits hurt at the end of the hour, so did my thighs. 
Not all the women were svelte lightweights. Sweetpea 
counted the money and there was more than five hundred 
dollars in the box. I sent her to give the box to Sami. 
I went to sit at a table. I had to beg off from 
accepting dance requests. Leez kept bringing me free 
glasses of wine from the audience. What a bunch of 
sweethearts. I shared the wealth with Leez, Sweetpea and 
anyone who wanted a glass.

Sami came over with a bottle of champagne. "Take this 
home with you. You made this a great night for us. Not 
only raising money for the fund, but I'm pretty sure 
that bar receipts are up at least twenty percent. If you 
ever want to do this again, give me a week's notice so I 
get the word out. Thanks."

I nodded. She gave me a kiss. Even my lips began to ache 
from all the kisses I received this evening. Like a 
spook, Sheila showed up and knelt by me. "Mistress Grace 
says that she is ready to go home whenever you are."

"Tell your mistress that I'll be ready in fifteen 
minutes."


Chapter Five – The Summer Ends

Grace lived in a small mansion in one of the pricier 
suburbs. She rode in a limo with a driver, a female 
chauffer in a revealing uniform; I could only see a kind 
of jacket that closed only at her midriff and showed off 
her exceptionally large tits and of course a chauffer's 
cap. We followed her to her front door. The chauffer 
drove off around the house, probably to a large garage 
or carriage house.

A female butler held the door for us. The butler wore a 
transparent fence net bra top, matching skirt and 
fingerless gloves to above her elbow; plus fence net 
stockings with pink bow detail and at least five inch 
high stilettos. By the way, she was gorgeous with bee 
stung lips and a body found in Playboy. It looks to be 
an interesting household.

Grace said, "let's go into the Salon and, among other 
possibilities, talk some more. I want to know more about 
you."

We followed her into a large room filled with loveseats, 
divans, lounges and incidental tables space about. The 
walls were covered with large mirrors and oils of nudes. 
The windows were covered with velvet drapes. The floor 
was covered with a very deep pile carpet. We left foot 
prints in it as we walked. In one corner was a mahogany 
bar.

Grace stretched out on a lounge, Sheila knelt at her 
head. I made myself comfortable on a nearby divan. 
Sweetpea followed Sheila's example. I hadn't noticed 
until then that Sheila wore a thin metallic silver chain 
collar.

A stunning girl walked in the room carrying a tray with 
a glass and a small plate. She was in what could be 
loosely considered a nurse's outfit. It consisted of a 
tight mesh bra with medical cross emblem, a bare 
midriff, a skirt with attached leg garters and a nurse 
like head piece. 

Her legs were clad in white opaque thigh high stockings 
with red back seam and red bows with a nurse's cross. On 
her feet she wore white sandals with 4 inch heels and 
red trim, the upper part adorned with a bow in back and 
heart with cross accent in front. She walked to Grace, 
curtseyed and said, "It is time for Madame's 
medication." She placed a pill on Grace's tongue and 
held the glass to her mouth.

"Thank you, Rita." The girl again curtseyed and left the 
room.

"Damn doctors always prescribe pills."

Rita was shortly followed by an even younger looking 
girl. I'd guess not more than sixteen, but as cute as a 
Chinese porcelain doll. She wore a minimal French style 
maid's outfit. It consisted of a transparent off the 
shoulder dress with a white lace trim on top and bottom 
with little tiny black bows. There was an apron but it 
didn't hide a thing. She also wore a thin collar plus a 
stiffened lace head piece. A garter belt held up the 
lacy white thigh highs. Her feet tucked into five inch 
white stilettos.

She knelt before Grace and said, "How may I serve you, 
Madame."

"Please get us a glass of sherry, Lanfen." The girl 
hastened to obey. "Lanfen is an adorable girl, don't you 
agree? Her name means orchid fragrance."

"Yes, I do agree. You have your home staffed with some 
very beautiful women."

She smiled ethereally and looked at her walls. "I do so 
love beautiful women, but do not have sex with most of 
them. The truth is that with the exception of Sheila and 
the occasional chance meeting, I prefer to have sex with 
men, the younger the better. How about you?"

Lanfen came in with the glasses and I sipped from mine 
before I answered. "I found more happiness with other 
women than I ever did with a man. Although I only became 
a full time lesbian a few months ago, it is possible 
that I may have another change of mind some day. For now 
I am happy."

"I understand. And how do you make a living?"

"I don't work. I live off my investments. Although I do 
rent a room to one of the waitresses at the club where 
we met, it is just a minimal amount. It is really more 
to satisfy her desire to pay her own way. She is truly a 
sweet young woman who has had a very rough life."

"Very interesting, indeed; did you win the lottery or 
did your parents leave you money?" 

I laughed even while I resented her being so nosy and 
took another sip before I answered, "I guess I think of 
it as a lottery. No, my parents are not wealthy. They 
are retired and live in Florida. I was married for 
thirteen years. Last year my husband was killed in an 
car accident. His car was hit by a drunk driver. He had 
a million dollar life insurance policy. My lawyer sued 
the other driver and my share of the reward money was a 
bit over another million. I worked for a finance company 
at one time. I knew some people who helped me with my 
investments. I only do occasional work as a substitute 
teacher during the school year. So, quid pro quo, it is 
your turn to tell all."

"Not so different from you. My husband, my second 
husband that is, died and left me very well cared for. I 
also own and run his company, which is doing quite 
well."

"How sweet; what does your company do?"

"Actually two different things; one has to do with 
computer software. I don't know much about that one. The 
other company is in distribution of various things; such 
as, clothing, some useful home gadgets and specialty 
products. We do have a small fashion design department 
of our own. Sheila, go get a copy of the annual report 
for our guest."

"It's getting late and I am tired after my experience at 
the club."

"Of course, my dear, but before you go, I have a boon to 
ask of you. I was wondering if you and your young friend 
would demonstrate tribbing for me again, but this time I 
would like to film you for future reference."

"Not I. I have no intention of seeing me on the internet 
someday. Count me out."

"Maybe your young lady wouldn't mind doing it with 
Sheila."

"If she is willing, I will only permit it if she wears a 
mask and you post a bond of twenty-five thousand dollars 
guaranteeing it will never be made in a video on the net 
or sold in any way."

"Alright, I can agree to that if she will."

I glanced at Sweetpea. She stared at me with a hopeful 
eye. "Fine, if you want to do this then go ahead and 
enjoy yourself."

"But won't you come to direct us and make sure we do it 
right?"

I thought the whole thing is a dumb idea, but I let 
Sweetpea go for Sheila. To my surprise, Sheila showed 
signs the idea excited her also. We went to a room set 
up as a studio. It made me wonder what some of her 
specialty products might have been. There were three 
people in the room besides us. Two of them brought in a 
bed, but there was no other scenery, just a curtain or 
screen for a backdrop.

I suggested they do the mission position first. One 
woman manned the camera. Another held the mike on a boom 
and the third worked the lights. Sweetpea and Sheila got 
undressed and moved to the bed. Sweetpea put Sheila on 
her back and climbed on top of her. They immediately 
began to rub mounds together to stimulate their clits. 
It didn't take Sheila long to get the idea.

They rubbed, squealed, moaned, and made other noises for 
ten minutes or so. Sheila came first. She was not 
especially noisy. They kept going for another minute 
until Sweetpea came with far more noise. The two lay 
together, kissed and sucked on each other. They were 
very animated and seemed to have become even more in 
heat for each other.

They rested ten minutes before they moved into the 
scissoring position. They put on such on hot act that I 
began to rub my clit and the three of us came together. 
I looked over at Grace and realized she had just 
climaxed as well. I guess the four of us came together. 
The camera crew looked as if they wanted some action as 
well.

The two actors rested for fifteen minutes with a glass 
of wine. This time Sheila was on her stomach. Sweetpea 
got on top again and rubbed her clit on Sheila's 
derriere. I think it surprised everyone, when they both 
climaxed at nearly the same moment. 

The crew hurried to put everything away and rushed out. 
I am sure they wanted to try out the tribbing for 
themselves. Meanwhile Sheila and Sweetpea were sloppily 
kissing and petting each other. Sheila went down on 
Sweetpea, but Sweetpea turned around so they could 
sixty-nine.

I sat there and laughed. The odor of girl sex was thick 
in the air. I was just about ready to join them when 
they climaxed again. 

This time Grace and I separated them. I told Sweetpea 
she was in trouble and better get dressed before it gets 
worse for her. Grace thanked me profusely. Funny, I 
didn't do anything. We made our good nights and found 
our car waiting for us below the front door. 

At home, I checked on Leez. She was sound asleep. 
Sweetpea went to use the bathroom and then we showered 
together. Before going to bed, I gave her a good 
spanking for getting carried away with Sheila. Perhaps I 
was mad because I didn't get in on the action. I have to 
say, however, that she made it up to me before we fell 
asleep.

*****

I woke up in the morning with her mouth on my nipple. 
Some things don't change easily. During the afternoon, 
our new neighbors moved in. I went over to meet them and 
invited them over for dinner that evening. They were a 
young couple. Jack Miller was around twenty-eight and 
looked like a California surfer. Mona was a couple of 
years younger, a blue eyed, blonde babe. She had every 
appearance of a bimbo type but with tiny tits.

 Mona turned out to be an avid swimmer. I invited her to 
feel free to come over and use the pool anytime. She 
soon came over nearly every day after that. I had to 
make sure Sweetpea wore either her shorts or a bikini. I 
gave her strict instructions to act as if she was my 
daughter and to behave. By the way, Mona was aptly 
named. They leave their bedroom windows open now and 
then, and she was a noisy moaner during sex with her 
husband.

I preferred to do laps early in the morning, sun bathe 
in the afternoon and swim in the nude very late in the 
night. Mona joined me for laps most mornings. I got to 
appreciate her swimmer's form and her body. She stood a 
couple of inches shorter than me but had a sleeker body 
with a small perky bust and boyish hips. 

Her legs were shapely and muscular. She had short black 
hair that she had cut close to her head like a helmet. 
Her eyes were wide and black as the night sky. A broad 
nose and a wide mouth with a full bottom lip completed 
her looks. I found her attractive. 

By Saturday she began to join Sweetpea and me to work on 
our tan almost every day. That's a lot of female 
pulchritude in my backyard. It'd be even more so if my 
daughter and her friend were here. Just the thought of 
it made me a little horny. I asked Sweetpea to bring us 
all a glass of ice tea.

"Your daughter is so well behaved."

"She's a good girl, although she is not really my 
daughter. She is sort of adopted. Her parents broke up 
and they left her here on her own. She was at loose 
ends. I took her in."

"That was so nice of you. You do seem like a nice 
person. You take her in and you let me use your pool 
freely. I can't believe you aren't married."

I looked over at her, but she was lying flat with dark 
shades hiding her eyes. She seems so innocent. I said, 
"I tried it once and it did not work very well. But I 
stayed with him until he was killed when a drunk smashed 
into his car. Since then, it was just my actual daughter 
and me, until we took in Sweetpea."

"Where's your daughter now?"

"In soccer camp and I'd better not forget it. I have to 
pick her up along with her best friend on Monday. Julie 
had her twelfth birthday while in the camp. We will 
celebrate her birthday along with her friend's birthday 
when they return. I was thinking of taking them shopping 
to get clothes for the new school year as eighth 
graders."

She sat up and looked at me. "Isn't she young for eighth 
grade?"

I shrugged. "Both girls are very smart. They both 
skipped seventh grade. They also look quite a bit older 
than they are."

"Wow, shopping sounds like fun. Could I go with you?"

"I guess so. The more the merrier. Here comes our ice 
tea."

"Jack often comments on how hot looking you are. He 
wants me to find out if you're in need of a husband?"

I gave her a sour look. "Him, perhaps? He has a very 
attractive wife. Besides Sweet Pea would be more his 
type, I think."

She sipped her tea, giggled and said, "She's too young."

I laughed. "She's probably within two years of your age. 
Sweetpea, how old are you now?"

She looked up in interest and said, "I turned twenty-
four on the ides of March."

Mona was surprised at Sweetpea's answer. "Huh, I thought 
she was much younger. But amazingly, you're right; I'll 
be twenty-six in October. Jack just turned twenty-
eight."

"Well, that makes me too old for him then."

"Oh, not true. He says older women turn him on because 
they are more experienced.

I laughed because she looked so serious when she said 
it. I shook my head. "No thanks. My experience is that 
men aren't worth the trouble." Then I thought of what 
Grace said about her preferences. 

Mona turned red and it wasn't from the sun. "Oh, I 
didn't know. I often wondered what it would be like to 
make love with another woman. Jack is always suggesting 
we do a threesome. I don't know if I would care for 
that. Uh, is Sweetpea your amour?"

I laughed even louder. "You might say that. But look, if 
you want to satisfy your curiosity, just let me know 
when." I finished my ice tea and stood up out of my 
chaise. "I think I had enough sun for the day. You can 
stay if you like. If you need tanning lotion, Sweetpea 
would love to rub some on you." 

I started towards the back door, turned halfway back 
towards her, showed her my profile and coyly said, "By 
the way, around eleven at night, I like to go for a late 
swim without my suit. Why don't you join me, but leave 
Jack at home." I giggled at the look she gave me and 
went on inside.

*****

I wasn't surprised when Mona slipped into the pool late 
that night. I had turned on the dim underwater lights. 
It was enough to see she was naked. We swam three or 
four laps side by side. Afterward, we sat on the bottom 
step in the corner.

"Ooh, I love swimming at night, the air is so cool that 
my nips get hard, but the water feels so warm."

"True, I also enjoy the contrast. When I sit like this, 
I like to lean back and pretend to count the stars."

She followed my example. I floated over to her, covered 
one of her sparse sized tits with my hand and leaned in 
to kiss her lips. She returned my kiss and opened her 
mouth to welcome my tongue. After a minute or two, I 
withdrew from her mouth and went down to suck on her 
nipple.

I never made a study and my sample size is kind of 
small, but it seems a lot of tiny tit girls had yummy 
puffy areolas and long fat nipples. Mona was one of 
them. I was able to suck her all in, nipple, areola and 
tit. I sucked hard and the nipple grew in my mouth. I 
always find nipple play to be so erotic. Mona let me 
suck away and she alternated sighs with little squeals 
when I gave her a love bite.

I trailed a hand down her tummy and between her legs. 
She spread them for me and I stroked her labia. They 
were getting a little puffy and opened up like the 
petals of a morning glory in the morning light. I kissed 
her again, took her hands in mine and pulled her out of 
the pool. I laid her down on the oversized chaise and 
laid myself atop her.

I wriggled over her. My nipples against her nipples, we 
both had hard nipples. I rubbed my sex against hers. 
Mona didn't understand what I wanted to do, so I 
explained how women trib. She was anxious to try, very 
anxious. We tribbed for a couple of minutes, but it 
wasn't working.

"Wait Mona, do you know how to lick a pussy?"

"No, I've never gone this far with a woman."

"Well, just do to me what I do to you or do what you 
would like me to do to you."

She might not have had much in tit size, but her tongue 
was fabulous. I was more than damp this time. She really 
turned me on. For the next half hour we tongued each 
other until we each had a couple of orgasms. 

Sunday morning, she came over to swim laps with me 
again. Before we started she hugged and kissed me. "I 
just wanted to thank you for last night." 

We swam our laps and then sat in the shallow end. I 
asked Mona if she worked. She said she hoped to get some 
temp office jobs until she found a full time job as a 
administrative assistant. On further questioning, I 
understood she meant a secretarial position.

"What does Jack do?"

"He is a manager for a small software company."

"Does he like it?"

"I think he's a little disappointed because the company 
is smaller than he thought."

"Oh, that's too bad. Excuse me I need to go inside and 
use the bathroom."

"That's okay, I should go home see if Jack has returned. 
He should be home soon."

I went inside and called up Grace. She came to the phone 
bubbling with excitement. "Oh, Natty, you should come 
see the videos the girls made. I had all my girls watch 
and everyone wanted to trib. What fun we had. What do 
you need?"

"I was hoping you would come over this afternoon for 
dinner. I think you would enjoy meeting my new 
neighbors."

"That would be delightful. What time shall I arrive?"

"Come around three and you should feel free to bring 
Sheila along. After we eat, those who wish can come out 
back and sun bathe in the buff. I'm sure Sweetpea would 
enjoy it if Sheila could come."

"Sounds like a good plan. See you then."

I waited awhile before I went next door. I wanted to be 
sure Jack was home. They were having coffee and a roll 
in the kitchen. They invited me in to join them. Jack 
buttered me a roll and Mona filled up a cup with coffee 
for me. "So are you guys getting settled in?"

Jack sourly said, "I guess so, more or less."

Putting on my concerned face I asked, "Is there 
something wrong with the house?"

"No, the house is fine. Just need to find time to 
repaint the walls in our colors. Mona can't find a 
decent job."

"Jack, Jack, you have to give it time. You haven't been 
here a full week yet."

Softly, Mona said, "It's his job. He's disappointed with 
it."

"Gee, that's too bad. Look, maybe I can cheer you up. I 
want you come over for Sunday dinner at three today. I 
have a friend coming that I think you both will enjoy 
meeting. No arguments. Just come over. You don't need to 
bring anything. I have the wine and the desert."

"Can't I at least come over and help?"

"Okay, come over at two. But I think Jack should stay 
here to rest up and chill until it the meal is ready."

The dinner went off as I planned it. I intended to have 
Jack next to Grace and Mona next to me. Sweetpea acted 
as a server. 

Sheila wore transparent clothing, which I'd become 
accustomed to seeing her wear. However I had put 
Sweetpea in one of her little French maid outfits. 

She wore the one that consisted of a stretch satin and 
galloon lace apron and underwire padded bra with eyelash 
lace overlay sling that just barely covered her nipples. 
It had a black ribbon tie back, plus headpiece and panty 
of white lace.

When Grace saw Sweetpea's outfit, she just had to have 
Sheila also wait on us if we had an extra costume. I 
didn't want Jack to drool too much over Sheila's full 
tits so I agreed and loaned her the black satin apron 
held on with adjustable white ribbon halter and waist 
ties; it had a front pocket with a white satin bow. 
Matching hat and a black g-sting is included.

The girls were very cute as they served the meal. Jack 
managed to pinch of them on the ass, but his eyes 
followed Sheila's bouncing boobs which were barely 
hidden by the apron. I insisted the girls wait in the 
kitchen until I called for them.

During the meal, I kept Mona busy in conversation while 
Grace chatted with Jack. I could see that she saw the 
same possibilities I had. After everyone had their fill 
of the food, Sweetpea and Sheila returned to clean off 
the table then brought in the coffee and cake. 

Sheila knelt on the floor next between Grace and Jack in 
a way where Jack could feel Sheila up. Sweetpea knelt 
next to me in imitation but without Jack's attentions. 
When I asked the girls to clear off the dessert dishes 
and wash everything up, Sheila acted in haste to get 
away from Jack. I pretended not to notice.

Grace led Jack to the sofa in the living room. After we 
sat awhile with a glass of sherry, Grace thanked me for 
a lovely meal, Sheila changed back into her next to 
nothing outfit and they left. I announced that we girls 
were going to get some sun out back. Grace remained 
inside with Jack and the bottle of sherry.

Sheila came outside with us. Mona and I went outside and 
stripped down. Sweetpea and Sheila enthusiastically 
applied sun lotion on the two of us. I was already so 
tanned that I really just wanted the SPF.

Mona wanted to talk about Grace but I pretended to doze 
off. The two girls were busy pretending to lather each 
other with the lotion, but I knew better. When they're 
together, horny doesn't do the word enough justice. 

After an hour or so, I jumped in the pool to cool down. 
Night comes earlier and earlier as the summer wanes and 
the nights are chilly. I decided that we need to get a 
sun cover to keep the water warm longer. I even thought 
I might have an enclosure built to seal in the pool and 
a water heater to keep the water warm so we can swim all 
winter.

Mona was worried about Jack so I sent the girls in to 
see if Jack and Grace were alright. Sweetpea came out 
and said "Grace left to go someplace with Jack and she 
took Sheila. Grace also said something about a business 
proposition."

I turned to Mona and said, "Grace owns a software 
company and that was why I wanted them to meet. There is 
a good chance she has a better job for Jack, with more 
responsibility and more pay."

Hearing that made her feel so good that she didn't 
object when I led her inside and pushed her onto my bed. 
Sweetpea was right behind me to help initiate Mona in to 
threesome play with lots of licking, sucking and 
fingering. She went home about midnight. 

The next morning Mona came over for coffee and told me 
Jack came home around three in the morning. Dialogue pls 
He told her he had a new job. She asked me, "Would you 
like my company on the drive to get your daughter?"

I smiled sweetly. "That would be fabulous." 

I turned to check Sweetpea's reaction. I had a pretty 
good idea that she'd rather stay home and why she did. I 
crooked a finger at her. She immediately trotted over to 
me and knelt before me. Mona still hadn't become used to 
Sweetpea's obedience. I tousled Sweetpea's hair while I 
said, "You can stay home to keep company with Leez, if 
you like."

She kissed my foot. I gently pulled her by her hair 
kissed her forehead then said, "You can go outside and 
let her know."

She giggled and wiggled like the song then skipped 
outside to jump in the pool and splash Leez I watched 
them for a few minutes. I felt a strange pleasure to see 
how the two enjoyed each other's company. 

They were becoming close friends, yet they both remained 
my obedient submissives and enjoyable fuck toys. It made 
for a happy household. Mona had a curious look on her 
face. I had the feeling she was envious, but of who? Me 
or Sweetpea?

*****

Skipit

as Mona and I got ready to leave. 

It was a four hour drive to the camp. We stopped along 
the way.

Julie and Abby were so enthused with what they learned 
about soccer and other things. I decided she could tell 
me about the other things when we were home alone. When 
we arrived home, they both went right to sleep in 
Julie's bed They slept through most of Tuesday. 

Wednesday, we went to get Abby's mom to shop for school 
clothes. Abby and Julie spent the day trying on clothes, 
laughing and giggling. It's so grand to be young and it 
was fun to be with them.

Abby stays over and I knew form the sounds that they 
were lovers. I sat them down for a long conversation 
about it.

After we were home for awhile, Jack came by to thank me 
for putting him in touch with Grace. He said the job was 
perfect for him, the pay was enough that Mona didn't 
have to work. But the best part, he said, was the 
benefits. I think I knew which ones he would enjoy the 
most. 

Mona, Dot and I became great pals. Jack often had to 
work through the night (if you want to believe that; ha, 
ha), so Mona stayed an equal number of nights with me as 
well as Dot. We enjoyed bringing each other to multiple 
orgasms, often with the help of Sweetpea and 
occasionally with Leez as well.

I managed to convince Sweetpea to go to the community 
college and she chose to study to be an LPN. I helped 
Leez become a senior at a local high school and we are 
making plans for her college education for when she 
graduates. I was made her guardian until she was twenty-
one. She still worked part-time at the club and we made 
attending there on Wednesdays a regular tradition.

Julie was such a delight. She and Abby really matured in 
the soccer camp. They were such good players that they 
made the varsity girls team the following spring. They 
played JV basketball in the fall.

*****

A FOLLOW UP STORY?

High School days: Talk with Julie, then also with abbie 
about their sex activities.

Monitored the education of Sweetpea and Leez . The 
enclosed pool

As a reward I took Sweetpea, Julie, Leez and Abby on a 
winter vacation in the Caribbean two days after 
Christmas. It didn't take much persuasion to convince 
Mona to come along. I knew that Julie and Abby were 
lovers, but they were very discrete as I had demanded. 
Mona and I enjoyed some delightful three and foursomes 
with Leez and Sweetpea. I'd have to say that we were a 
pretty happy family.

Jack moves in with Grace

Mona sells her house and moves in with me; we had to add 
on to the house, a room and bath over the garage. The 
girls had to bid for it, secret bids because of Julie's 
age.

In the summer we spend a month in Europe. The girls 
would like that.

London (Dogging), Paris (Red Lights and little shops), 
Athens (nude beaches) 
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t.htm Poros, Hydra, Rhodes, 

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