The Adoption
by April


Part 1: "Me"

Marrying an older man has its own compensations as long as he's stinking rich and not up to much in the 'hitting the sack' department. That's what happened to me. I married my husband James when I was thirty-five. I'd finished modelling five years earlier, used to model erotic lingerie for mail order magazines and glamour shoots for men's magazines, so I had a pretty good figure as you can imagine.

The thing about me is, I'm a big spender, a hell of a big spender and only the best will do. That was okay while I was earning it but when you get to thirty in this game, the offers begin drying up and instead of being a sensible girl and saving my pennies so I'd have a nice little nest egg, I frittered the lot away. Luckily for me, I still had my looks and figure; in fact, I stayed a trim 36 24 36 right up until my last modelling job. Unfortunately, by the time I reached thirty-five, I was beginning to put on the pounds. Not that you'd notice so much, in fact it made me look shapelier, even voluptuous I suppose.

That's when I met James at a celebrity bash in aid of some charity or other. It was an exclusive party limited to the richest in society. With the star appearance of Julio Esterato, my favourite singer, it promised to be an entertaining event. I managed to get a ticket to the function because a friend of mine worked for the singer and she'd given me a spare.

I met James after the meal when a waiter brought me a note on a silver tray with a request to join him at his table. I looked over to where the waiter pointed and saw a man in his early to late sixties and I would have probably laughed in his face if my friend hadn't told me he was one of the wealthiest men around town. Well to cut a long story short he lured me with his money, not that I took much luring and I accepted his proposal of marriage a few weeks later. We both knew it was for the money, we're all grown ups here, but luckily his appetites were very easy to please, and in return he set me up with a private bank account that seemingly had no bottom.

I lived the high life, fast cars, expensive holidays, extravagant outfits from exclusive stores and food. Yes food, with no reason to earn a living any longer I started to pile on the pounds but as the years went by and I reached fifty, I evened out at a little. I wasn't fat, but I was filling out; luckily, I'm tall for a woman, and stand at just over 5' 9" so I was able to hide some of the pounds. I took an inventory of the situation on my fiftieth birthday, taking my clothes off to stand in front of the mirror.

My permed blonde hair looked immaculate, curly golden ringlets hung down my neck, framing a long face with a patrician nose and emerald eyes. I had lines around my mouth and eyes, which I covered in a generous layer of makeup. I'm one of those women who can't leave the bedroom without an hour in front of the dressing mirror. Not that I lack confidence or anything, I just love to have my face covered in the most expensive stuff there is, often paying a make over expert to come to the house and apply her skills. Haughty but tartly, that's me, something of a show off in that respect, I like people to notice me when I walk into a room, I like to turn a few heads as it were.

I smiled as I looked at my reflection and ran my hands down to my generous breasts, which burst out like pale creamy melons. I'd fleetingly considered breast reduction but had rejected the idea. I liked them even if they appeared daunting and I dare say more than a little frightening to some of the startled eyes that I paid to behold them. I say paid, I never took a partner I didn't have a hold over and money gives you as much hold as you need when it comes to getting your own way in bed, but more of that later when I've finished describing my ample charms.

My waistline was still there, albeit thickening considerably, and I knew if I didn't go on a diet soon I'd be carrying a spare tyre shortly. Looking down I had a bush of thick curly hair, blonde in colour but flecked with grey, it sprouts out from my hanging labia and onto my stomach and I've known lovers to get lost in there, usually mouth first. Moving further down my powerful thighs present an awesome sight coupled with my full 40 something hips, and if I turn around and angle the other mirror like so... I can see my buttocks.

Two bulky domes of trembling flesh stand out like snowy white mountains, large and menacing with a dark cleft dividing one from another. I kick a long shapely leg towards the tall mirror watching it rush to meet it and I smile at the affect. I'm not a bad looking piece of woman, attractive, sexy and a bit fleshy in the body these days but my charms can still make a man sweat when I want them to, or a woman for that matter.

Those were my thoughts on my fiftieth birthday just before the death of my husband. I suppose I was sorry, after all I'd grown quite fond of him in a quiet kind of way but my melancholy didn't last long and when the will was read, I learnt that he'd left me everything, all his money and all of his business interests. I was wealthy beyond my wildest dreams, and believe me I can imagine big, but this was just colossal. Before that, money meant everything, now I had so much it meant nothing.

It's hard to explain, I don't think you ever have the feeling until you have that kind of wealth but believe me it feels strange. I bought myself a large mansion in East Sussex in the shadow of the South Downs, nice and secluded with 50 acres of woodland enclosing it in a warm cocoon of seclusion. It had already dawned on me, as you may have guessed, that I wasn't only free financially, but sexually too.

James had never known about my sexual diversions I'd always been very careful about that aspect of my life and had taken great care to cover any trails leading to the scenes of my indiscretions. A discreet hotel room and a willing escort who knew my requirements. All were supplied by the same agency, one that was very far sighted in all matters of customer satisfaction, it was a lifesaver to me over the years, but all was done by stealth. Now everything was going to change.

For years, I'd been using the services of the agencies most submissive girls, but one in particular was a regular visitor to my hotel room. Her name was Sharon and she was sixteen. She had silky brown hair and eyes the same colour that shone out of her pretty face whenever she looked at me. Small and delicate, with a thin arms and a flat chest, she seemed to have an inner longing, one that it seemed only I could satisfy, yet paradoxically she was quiet and shy, and even bashful at times when I ordered her to kiss my cunt or make love to my ass.

She clearly loved what she was doing but after sometime, I came to realize she wanted something else, something extra. Now as for me, I was just addicted to sex, plain and simple, only I wanted to be on the receiving end of anything that was going. I'll make no bones about it I've always been selfish in the sex department, I like nothing better than to be pleasured with a willing mouth, kissing, licking and sucking me over and over again during a session which can last throughout the day or night.

Occasionally, when I'm in the right mood, I'll send for the services of a young stud and have him fuck me long and hard, his toned virile body straining as he pumps himself into me. Naturally, they tire after a few hours and I usually end up fucking their brains out when I climb up over their spent bodies and slam down my heavy body until the bed rattles. Not many return! It's okay if you like that kind of thing and now and again, I do.

But by far, I prefer the pleasure of a girl's mouth and tongue. Its soft ministrations on my heated body, lapping me gently to heaven and then starting all over again are pure bliss! That was the picture with Sharon, my favourite girl. Although she received money she readily admitted she's have done if for nothing, but needed the agency to find her work, I wasn't her only client, but I was by far the best.

Role-play was in. That was our favourite game; I loved it, especially when we took the parts of Mother and Daughter. I'd always had a thing for young girls, you know seducing, then taking advantage of them and this was the nearest I could get to the real thing. We acted out any number of seduction scenarios, all of them ending with the mother taking her daughter to bed where she'd use her mouth for pleasure. I usually booked a full day with Sharon. I didn't want to rush our wonderful sessions; I also wanted to be in a position where I could experience unlimited orgasms from her gentle lips.

One of the things I found so rewarding about our times together was her eagerness to accommodate my needs completely. My orgasms are always intense and quite scary for anyone who hasn't been warned about a particular quirk of mine. I say `quirk' I don't know if that's the right word, but it's certainly unusual. You see I'm what's commonly known as a 'squirter'. When I reach my crisis, I squirt out fierce jets of juice; similar to a man's, thick and creamy white, which if you haven't been warned can come as quite a shock.

I've never found anyone who could take it willingly in the mouth and drink every drop the way she did. She'd glue her lips right over my twitching cunt making a perfect receptacle for me to squirt my woman spunk into, not wasting a drop, even though she could barely get it into her stomach fast enough. Sometimes this would vary, there were occasions when I decided a good soaking might be in order and I'd have her flick my clit with her tongue, then have her pull back a foot or more just before I was ready to squirt.

My cum would ark out in an explosion of hot liquid, filling her open mouth if she managed to catch it, or if not drenching her face and hair with dripping ooze. On one of these occasions when she'd been teasing me mercilessly with her tongue and lips, nibbling and flicking the end of my throbbing clitoris until I was on the verge of exploding and then pulling away at the last minute, that the revelation happened and Sharon let me into a secret. She'd being teasing me like this for the last hour or so, when I finally told her to cease playing games with Mommy and let me come.

Just to reinforce the message I locked my thighs around her neck and crossed my calves around her back to hold her in place until I'd done. Her reaction was to moan into my cunt, licking sucking and nibbling at me with her teeth and lips until I nearly squeezed the life out of her between my large fleshy thighs as I came and came and came into her sweet young mouth. It was like Niagara Falls, an explosion of cum that had been welling up in me for the last hour of her coaxing and teasing. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she went after every last drop moaning dementedly between each gulp as she took it all down.

"Drink it! Swallow Mummy's cunt syrup honey!"

Gulp gulp gulp, "Oh..." she moaned, then gulp, gulp as her gasp was cut shirt by another thick jet of hot liquid that instantly filled her mouth to overspill.

I thought I'd never stop coming. As soon as she emptied her mouth, I filled it again until the bedroom rang with the sounds of her gulping and moaning and my heated exhortations. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Don't stop drinking; take every drop of Mummy's hot cunt cream. Don't you dare stop even if you're tummy's overflowing" I demanded.

I finally stopped spraying and flopped down like a rag doll on the crumpled bed sheets. My orgasm was intense that time and I told her so. My next statement brought a look to her eyes which intrigued me, her eyes suddenly became wistful and I could see a longing there which considering the words I'd just spoken gave me cause to think. As I lay back on the bed, breathing heavily with my large breasts rising and falling I gave a short chunter before I spoke.

"God darling," I laughed, "that was intense. I don't think Mummy's ever squirted as much cum as that, I nearly pissed myself - and then you'd have been sorry!"

That's when I saw a look of hunger in her face. 'Pissed myself' seemed to have been the phrase that did it. Was I right in thinking she liked the idea'? Intrigued I decided to put my idea to the test.

"Yeah, you'd have been sorry if I had, wouldn't you? All that piss, it'd have made you sick. Or would it?" I arched my brow and let the question hang.

She looked up to my eyes, meeting my expression boldly for once as she steeled herself for her next statement.

"No. You can do it to me whenever you wish."

Her words took me by surprise. Even though I secretly hoped she'd say something like that, it still made my breath catch in my throat. I sat up suddenly my curiosity piqued, plus something else.

"Hey, let's get this right kid. You're saying you'll let me piss in your mouth and use it like a toilet. Is that what you're saying? Feel free, no mother and daughter stuff, we're not role-playing now tell me exactly what you mean."

I saw the spark in her eyes, a spark that became a flame as she answered.

"Ok. Yes it means you can piss in my mouth and I'll be your toilet and like a toilet I'll swallow everything...as much as you give me, I'll drink it and you can use me that way when ever you want. I'll be your complete toilet in every way. In EVERY way." She repeated.

My eyes widened in disbelief. The conversation was taking a turn that had my head spinning. Implications were flying around like arrows as my mind raced over her last words repeating them over and over to try and squeeze every drop of meaning from them. `I'll be your toilet in EVERY way'. The way she'd said 'every' very slowly and looked into my eyes with such fire pricked my flesh. I cleared my throat and started to speak, but only a thick croak came from my lips. I coughed and tried again aware of a new feeling spreading through my body that I couldn't place.

"Look," I finally managed, "I want to get this perfectly straight. No misunderstandings?"

She nodded obediently suddenly looking much younger than her years, more like a little girl with her sweet elfin face and long brown hair.

"If you're my toilet in every way as you've just said, it means more than just drinking my pee when I need a piddle. It means the other as well. Is that what your saying Sharon. You want to eat from me. You want to eat my shit"

Her eyes held mine for a moment, a long moment that seemed to stretch into eternity before she suddenly turned her face away and looked down at the bed covers nodding.

My heart went out to her as I saw tears hitting the bed covers and I lifted her face up by the chin and gently kissed her lips. "Ok. Let me think about it." I whispered.

A week later, I had a chair delivered up to the room. It was like any other chair except it had a hole cut out of its seat. I smiled at Sharon's reaction or should I say her realization.

"I'm all ready to deliver for you young lady." I told her. "Get into the bathroom. Where do you think you're going? Take the dammed thing with you, you silly girl and then go and lie yourself underneath it. I'm sure I don't need to tell you what to do then." I laughed. "Very little except open your mouth wide enough so I don't miss it."

I undressed as she rushed to obey my wishes, all except for my bra. I enjoyed the way the brief material struggled to contain my breasts, making the cone shaped bosoms bulge and wobble as I made my royal progress to the bathroom. She looked nice there, lying naked on the tiled floor with her lithe young limbs spreading out from under the chair. I peered through the gap in the seat to look at her eager eyes and wide-open mouth and then turned around and took my seat.

I've never had trouble going regularly, but hadn't taken any chances this time. I'd eaten a large bowl of bran flakes the night before, something that's guaranteed to make me loose the next day. With a superhuman effort I'd staved off my morning visit to the loo, gritted my teeth and managing to hold it in. Oh, the things we do for love!

To be honest it was more of an experiment, I'd never really considered going this far before, it was only Sharon's wish for this ultimate show of devotion that had prompted me to give it a try on the basis of `I'll try anything once'.

I gave a grunt as I felt my innards slide and pump and then I began to pee and shit at the same time sending a barrage skittering down to my young girlfriend/prosy. I knew I'd hit the spot as soon as I heard her chomping and gurgling. I rubbed my clit as I looked down at her splattered face. The sight must have been a trigger because I suddenly cried out as huge orgasm, bigger than any I had experienced before smashed into me as though I was a piece of driftwood.

It took me completely by surprise, it was so massive I could only cry and whimper with the intensity of it. As soon as I found my voice I cried out urging her on with the filthiest words I could think of (maybe to match what was happening below) then loosened my bowels again to deluge her busy mouth with my sloppy offerings. She chomped and swallowed, wallowing in my excrement as though it was sherbet delight. It proved to be a pivotal moment in my life and the beginning of a new vocation.



Part 2: "Mika"

My husband died shortly afterwards and left me his fortune. Suddenly I was one of the richest women in the country and it soon became public knowledge thanks to media interest in the creation of a new heiress. I spent the first years buying myself homes all over the world, but kept my main place in England. No, it wasn't due to any sense of patriotism, rather I needed to be here to execute something I'd been planning for a long time.

My penchant for girls hadn't decreased; in fact, it had grown to be something of an obsession. My role-play games with Sharon helped, but it wasn't the real thing and that's what I wanted above all else. I employed a good private detective, not good in the moral sense, but one that could get things done providing the price was right. For this particular service, I would have paid him a fortune and almost did.

In a very private meeting, I outlined the particular kind of service I was looking for and to give him credit he didn't so much as bat an eyelid, although I suspect he thought I would when he named his fee. Of course, it was absorbent but I didn't quibble. Three weeks later he rang and told me he'd set up a meeting with a Miss Hayton-Smythe, the Governess of an orphanage for girls. He'd found what I wanted!

I took a sleeping tablet the night before the meeting; I wanted to have my wits about me for the mornings encounter with this Miss Hayton-Smythe. I awoke refreshed and had an invigorating shower before spending a great deal of care applying my make up and titivating my full and immaculately permed golden hair. I dressed simply but elegantly, not too much, but enough to convey the impression of expensive taste.

Oak Hall was a large mansion of a building, with a collection of smaller houses running off it into the large grounds beyond. I was met at reception by a smartly dressed girl in her twenties, who asked me to take a seat while she rang the Governess. She came promptly; I'd hardly had time to pretend to read the cover of the magazine sitting atop the low coffee table before I heard her heels clicking down the last couple of stairs leading to reception.

She was taller than I was by an inch or so and had a river of straight blonde hair running down past her shoulders. Her face was long and handsome rather than overly pretty, and although she was smiling, I could see a cool intelligence nestling behind her pale blue eyes. She had a lithe slim frame that fitted well into a trimly cut grey jacket and matching slim skirt. I judged her to be in her early forties.

"Hello Mrs Phillips." She said in an upper class kind of voice; the kind that belonged to a boarding school upbringing...you know...jolly hockey sticks and all that, although her manner was friendly enough.

"I'm Glenda; let me take you upstairs to my cosy little office." She smiled endearingly and gave me a little wink. "I'm sure we have lots to talk about."

I smiled back and agreed that we probably did, I thought I might like her. She led me up a singe flight of stairs, and then opened the door to allow me into a smartly decorated office. She gestured me towards a leather chair sitting in front of her desk, which she nimbly glided round to take a seat herself.

"Now Mrs Phillips..." She began. "You're friendly little detective has done very well for you. He's brought you to the best possible place for the kind of service you require."

She opened a drawer and lit a cigarette before she continued.

"Mmm yes, the best possible place Mrs Phillips, our orphanage takes in girls of all ages and backgrounds and provides them with a home and education until they're either eighteen years old or until they are adopted, which in this case is where you come in." She smiled brightly. "Our detective has filled me in completely on the kind of adoption you are looking for, and I have to say this particular kind of adoption is very rare. Nevertheless, it has been done before. Only twice though in all the twenty-three years I've been in charge, which gives you an idea of how rare it is. The requirements are first of all the fee, which has already been agreed upon. That in itself is considerable and so it should be for what we're offering. Of course, discretion goes without saying; it harms the client as much as it does me if anything leaks out. The thing I'm really strict about is the need for you to accept complete responsibility for all aspects of the child's upbringing. Once you have selected a girl and taken her home, she is entirely yours and all that entails." She gave a light laugh as she thought of something else. "Oh I almost forgot, the client must be a woman, I'd never give any of our girls to a man, that would be unforgivable of me, no matter what he had to offer."

Her next question took me by surprise as she asked in a lazy voice.

"Are you a lesbian Mrs Phillips? I mean are you now, I know you've been married"

I looked down for a moment, gathering my thoughts to answer a very good question.

"Yes I believe I am Miss Hayton-Smythe."

"Glenda, please." She smiled warmly.

"Please call me Georgina then." I said since she'd invited us to be on first name terms. "I believe it is possible for a woman to marry a man and still only find sexual release in another woman's touch. I married James for his money; he knew that, as far as any sexual requirements went, they were brief to say the least. I've been buying the services of high-class call girls ever since we were married. I like the services they have to offer, they don't ask any questions, but do very well in seeing to my requirements. Does that help Glenda?" I asked.

She blew out a whiff of smoke, leaned forward to stub out the end of her cigarette, and nodded.

"Yes, yes indeed it does." She smiled bashfully. "I've been a lesbian ever since I was seduced by one of my teachers at the tender age of eight."

"Sounds interesting." I said raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yes. Very. Which bring me to some of the services you'll want, once you've closed the bedroom door on your little adoptee. Our mutual acquaintance explains how you want a girl to serve you with her mouth. That's something I personally find quite exciting, especially as it's just the kind of relationship I had with my teacher when she trained me to please her along exactly the same lines."

"Wow." I breathed feeling myself moistening at such a decadent thought. "So you still find the memory exciting?"

"How could I not?" She said giving a secret smile. "Excellent Georgina, so far perfect. I just need to make sure you're not into the S&M scene, you know pain and such; I don't want her hurt."

"I'm not S&M." I replied.

Her eyes met mine in an unmoving stare, steady and unwavering, I felt as though it was the first time someone had really looked at me, in her case into my very soul.

"What else do you desire Georgina? I know there is something else. Don't be bashful. I don't shock."

I bit my lips unsure whether to believe her or not. What I had in mind would outrage most decent people, outrage and then disgust, but I knew she wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than the truth and she was the fairy Godmother here, she could grant my wish or choose not to. I still couldn't bring myself to be as explicit as I felt she wanted me to be but instead I managed to say.

"The bathroom as well as the bedroom."

Her eyes flashed into mine with a fierce intensity and then suddenly relaxed as her face broke into a reassuring smile.

"It's alright Georgina, it's just as I told you, I'm unshockable... You're last statement is enough to tell me all I need, but if you'd wanted to go further and use terms such as piss and shit I wouldn't have minded in the slightest."

I resisted the urge to gulp, fighting any sign of visible weakness with all my strength. I was tired of her ability to wrong foot me with her boldness, I decided to quit being a coward and win back my respect with a show of audacity.

"Yes you're right. But take things to their natural conclusion and words such as `drink' and `eat' have a large part to play in any plans I have for one of your girls." There! I'd said it, my meaning couldn't have been clearer. We both knew exactly what I meant. I felt pleased with myself for having the courage to say the words that described my perversion so well, but another nagging part of me knew they had been unnecessary; she knew my desires well enough before I uttered the words.

"Fine Georgina." She said with a cat like grin. "I find that exciting. Let's choose a girl!"

We wandered out into a sunlit playground where girls of various ages were laughing and playing in the September morning. My heart was beating ten to the dozen as I watched one after another, there were so many. As a woman, I had no right to desire them but I did. Each time I stopped near to one Glenda would give me a potted history.

It was easy to do because they were so wrapped up in their games they hardly noticed me and I could roam around and watch them behaving quite naturally. I couldn't decide; they were all lovely but... I made my way across the yard to a smaller red-bricked building and went through the door. I heard Glenda saying something to me but I couldn't hear through all the noise. We went in and she closed the door behind me blocking out the noise of the playground.

"This isn't included Georgina, it's the nursery school." She explained.

"Oh well in that case..."

I made to leave, but just then, I heard a squeal of delight coming from one of the rooms adjoining the hall where we were standing. A delightful sound that drew me like a moth to a flame. I headed for the room where the door was open giving me a clear view of a tiny oriental girl dressed in a pink bib and brace with a striped top and dainty pink sandals. She was standing in front of the television watching a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

The little girl was the smallest I'd seen so far, her black hair was cut in a bob framing a small oval face of such exquisite beauty, that my heart held its breath and sighed. She watched spellbound as Tom was smacked in the face by a garden rake and then she suddenly erupted with laughter once more, her brown eyes creasing with mirth.

"Oh silly old cat. Silly old Tom!" She cried with her hands on her knees as her body rocked backwards and forwards in her pink sandals.

"Adorable just adorable" I murmured. The most wonderful creature I'd ever seen captivated me and became my obsession.

"Oh God she's perfect!"

"But as I was explaining" began Glenda.

"What is the little Princess's name?"

"Mika, but she's one of our nursery school girl's, she's four years old, she isn't available for..."

I felt my pussy spring a leak at the words `four years old' nothing could get in the way of my infatuation for Mika now.

"I'll double your fee Glenda. I want that girl."

The Governess's words dried on her lips as she froze for an instant but then fumbled in her pockets for her cigarettes and let out a quiet curse when she remembered she'd left them in her office. I felt a sense of satisfaction at seeing in her in such disarray. Now she knew how I had felt earlier.

"Do you smoke?"

"Sorry, no."

"Double you say?"

"Yes Glenda, double, you'll be a millionaire if you say yes."

She pretended not to have heard my last statement but I knew she was reeling and I could see how flustered she was as her hands jumped from one pocket to another in her narrow jacket. Finally, she ran out of pockets and sighed, then in a seemingly exasperated voice she spoke.

"Let's go to my office I seem to have left my cigarettes behind."

= = =


"Let me find Mika's file." She said pulling off her jacket once we were back. I took my former seat and watched as she walked over to an old filing cabinet and pulled out a heavy drawer. She looked slightly odd from the back; her hips and buttocks seemed too large in proportion to the rest of her body. Yet in spite of that, she looked to have an exciting physique. When she turned round, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts, like the rest of her, looked long and slim beneath her blouse. Not so firm perhaps, but quite attractive nevertheless.

"Here we are." She said sounding pleased as she held up a thin brown file. "I've found it."

She took her seat and then proceeded to scan the pages one by one making the occasional "Hmm" sound as she did. Then she closed it with a flourish and placed it on the side of the desk.

"Thank you for being patient. I thought I would just refresh myself on Mika's history. Her mother came to work in England as a translator. She found a flat and was quite happy in her work until she met a man who worked in the armed forces. They had a brief 'romance' (I noticed she said the word with some distaste rather like someone having to pick up a wriggling worm) then she found out she was with child. He left her as soon as she told him, left her holding the baby if you'll excuse the pun, and she never saw him again. She never pursued him, although she could have done so legally and made him face up to his responsibilities; instead, she decided to have the baby adopted. She didn't want anyone to know about the child, especially her parents who would have been appalled to hear of her pregnancy... you know huge disgrace and all that... especially with a foreign barbarian." Here she laughed and snorted. "Quite an apt term don't you think for the kind of man he was? Anyway, she had the girl and brought her here for us to look after, and in doing so she agreed to renounce all responsibility of the girl she had called Mika. We've cared for her as much as we can, but Mika is quite a shy little girl in many ways and can be withdrawn. She's rather timid with strangers, so you're going to have your work cut out Georgiana, although that particular kind of disposition may not bother you in the bedroom. In fact am I right in thinking it may be quite a turn?"

She knew me too well already. The picture of a little girl watching in open-mouthed trepidation as I undressed in front of her and bared my charms to her frightened little eyes was delicious.

"Yes indeed." I drawled "Extremely satisfying."

By the look on Glenda's face, it wasn't exactly keeping her cool either, she gave a small cough and her face flushed noticeably.

"Mika is four years old in a few months time she will need to begin schooling. Have you thought about that Georgiana? Bearing in mind the private nature of the things you and Mika are going to be indulging in together, can you risk her talking about it to anyone else? If you employed someone to educate her don't you think she would guess what was happening even if the child didn't actually tell her?"

I was beginning to see where she was heading.

"Go on."

She gave a half smile. "I see you're ahead of me but I'll carry on anyway. If you were to employ me to educate her then you wouldn't have any worries in regard to secrecy would you?"

She was making herself so clear. Her motives were like a beacon as she laid out her case. I just wanted to hear her say it, so I gave her the cue. I allowed a puzzled expression to crawl across my face.

"Your use of the word `employ' seems strangely out of place here Glenda. If you're going to be a millionaire, why do you need a salary?"

Her eyes met mine in an amusement. "Why are you fencing with me Georgiana, you know what I want? Okay, to say it openly, I want access to Mika on as sexual as well as an educational basis. I wish to have her in exactly the same way as you're planning to do on a regular footing of say"... She paused there and raised her eyes a fraction as she decided how often she wished to be paid for her services. "Shall we say...twice weekly?"

"You wish to have sex with the girl twice a week."

"Yes."

I found it no coincidence that Glenda had the same taste for little girls as I did. After all, she'd told me of how her schoolteacher seduced her at a very early age and educated her in the ways of lesbian love, the kind where a grown woman uses a young girl for her own sexual gratification. Only then, it was Glenda doing the gratifying. Where as now...? I decided to risk a hunch.

"I'm curious Glenda. When you were a little girl did you're teacher take you a step further than body worship perhaps? Were you also her toilet girl?"

She looked over the desk at me for a second, but then gave a shrug of admittance followed by a wry smile.

"Yes. I was her toilet slave. She used me morning and night. At first I hated it, but she was... shall we say...persistent...and eventually I came to accept and then love my duties. As I grew into a woman, my teacher found another girl and left me alone with my love of perverted sex. Now as a mature woman in her forties, I find the role has been reversed. This time I'm the woman looking for a young girl to provide me with sexual pleasure in the way I once had to do for my Mistress."

There was one small detail bugging me.

"You say you've had two other clients. Two other girls have been adopted by clients who wish to have them for the same things as I do. Why didn't you suggest the same arrangement, or at least make a proviso for sexual access to the girls then. Or why indeed haven't you just taken one of the girls here for a lover?"

"Firstly neither of the clients have the same tastes as you. They wanted to make love to the girls, not take advantage of them as you wish to. That's the kind of sex I'm looking for; we share the same perverted kicks and that's why I'm asking you, not them. Secondly, I'd never dare risk a dalliance within the orphanage, the girl would inevitably talk, how could she resist? That's why my offer makes so much sense Georgiana? Think about it... I'm the only person who can educate Mika that you can trust to keep things quiet. My proposition makes perfect sense."

I knew it did and I had no qualms about sharing Mika with Glenda. I found the woman attractive, her perverted sexuality complimented my own, and I felt sure that things were going to be very interesting. "Very well it's a deal." I smiled.



Part 3: "Training Mika"

I took Mika home with me the next week after I'd signed the adoption papers. Glenda explained to her that I was her new Mother and from now on, I was to be addressed as Mama. With my signature on the document, she was legally mine. Mika was totally within my care and protection. Looking at the tiny princess as she sat on the seat next to me, I could hardly wait for our new life to begin. Glenda was staying on at the orphanage until a new Governess could be found. Then she planned to take to the hills for the holiday of a lifetime before joining Mika and I as her live in nursery school teacher.

Mika looked apprehensive as we drove home, her lively brown eyes wide and fearful as they flickered from me to the window as we sped down the winding country lanes and hedgerows.

When we finally pulled into the driveway I climbed out of the car, walked over to the passenger door, and opened it for her to get out. She hesitated so I took her hand and gently pulled her out and met her crestfallen face with a friendly smile. "Welcome to your new home Mika I'm sure you and I are going to be wonderful together." I soothed. "Just wonderful."

With that, I led her into the house while my other hand carried her suitcase, the sum total of her possessions. I took her up to her newly furnished bedroom. Brightly coloured wallpaper depicted characters from children's cartoons, so did the bedspread and pillowcases. I'd spent the whole week making the room as friendly looking as possible, she even had her own television in the corner facing the bed.

A selection of children's designer clothes and kimonos filled the wardrobe. I wanted her to have the best of everything, even down to the life-size teddy bear sitting on her bedspread. For the first few days, she seemed happy enough to play with her toys and watch the television in her room. I occasionally called her downstairs to watch TV with me making sure she sat close to me on the sofa. As the days went by, she became more accustomed to me. She even began calling me by my new name 'Mama', which I liked, and our television watching sessions became more regular.

I was careful not to rush things, but after a few days, she didn't flinch when I draped my arm over her shoulders and rested the other on the top of her leg. Sometimes I would call her to me and have her sit on my lap. I would flatter her with gentle words, telling her how pretty she was as I slowly stroked her dark silken hair and ran my other hand over her body, feeling her soft young flesh beneath her clothes. She came to enjoy my kind words and gentle caresses. Leaning back against my soft bosoms, I whispered into her ears. I occasionally punctuated my endearments with tiny kisses on their tips and as her breathing turned to sighs, my caresses grew bolder and increasingly sexual.

"Do you like that Mika?" I whispered one evening as we sat before a glowing fire. "Does it feel nice when I feel the tops of your legs like this?"

She was wearing a cherry coloured kimono and a small black sash around her waist. Her pale honey coloured skin felt soft to the touch beneath my questing fingers. She didn't speak; she rarely did, so my hand crept higher as my other began to slowly undo the sash. She whimpered as I carefully cupped her bare pussy and rubbed my palms gently against the puffy lips.

"Shush, everything's alright." I whispered. "Isn't that nice now...um? Doesn't that feel wonderful darling."

She buried her face in my shoulders and I lifted a hand to undo the buttons of my blouse. I popped them open one by one and then carefully held my breath as I pulled back the silken material to reveal my large creamy breasts encased in a small daring brassiere. I nudged her head ever so gently, until her face was pressing between them and groaned as I felt her breath against my trembling flesh.

I couldn't stand any more. I released my hand from Mika's pussy, placed it against my own, and then gently rubbed myself to a quiet, intense climax. Once my breathing had returned to normal, I adjusted my clothing, carried her to bed, and lay the covers over her. She was already asleep as I turned off the light and closed the door; she didn't even stir when I bent down and kissed her, nor my quiet whisper.

"You're coming to my bed tomorrow night little one, so sleep well my love; you're going to need it."

I closed my eyes as I imagined her reaction when I undressed and made her look at my mature body. Glenda was right; I did like the idea of using her for my pleasure. The thought of forcing her to do it excited me as well, even though I really cared for her. Maybe that was the whole point. I was obsessed with the child. How could dragging anyone less than beautiful and innocent into my bed be a turn on? How much more would my lust be awakened by seducing my little Mika and forcing her charming face into my steaming cunt?!

It was a warm September, an Indian summer they called it. The sun woke me up early filtering its early morning light through the slats in my blinds and giving promise to another glorious day. The school holidays had been over for a week now and most of the kids were back at school, which gave me the idea of taking Mika for a day by the sea.

"Oh wow!" She squealed when I told her "Can I splash in the sea? Can I have a bucket and a spade to make sandcastles with?"

"Of course you can pet, whatever you like, we're going to have a really nice day you and I."

I swung her up of the floor and kissed her forehead. "Now go to your bottom drawer in your bedroom and you'll see some swimming costumes. Just chose the one you like and put it on beneath your dress."

"Oh Mama, Mama I'm going to the seaside, I'm going to the seaside." She repeated in a singsong voice as she ran to her room.

The costumes I'd chosen for her were all very brief; just how they should be, I thought. I wanted to gaze on her nimble body while I lay in the sun fantasising about making her work away in my bed later that night.

We drove down in my new sports car. I raised the roof to send the wind rushing in and blowing out our hair. I wore a scarf to protect my perm but Mika's hair blew out in a dark wavy stream behind her. I put my foot down and the engine gunned up sending us roaring along the winding roads and causing the excited toddler to scream with excitement.

"Mama, Mama, faster, faster."

I felt a thrill at the word Mama and felt pleased with the way she was accepting me into her life as her surrogate Mother. A smile lit my face as the sea peeped into view around the next corner. We parked on the front and stood by the iron railings overlooking the sea. Lines of white breakers rolled onto the surprisingly crowded beach. I sniffed disapprovingly at the bathers and considered a flight to one of the Greek islands, perhaps next week. It would give me a chance to try my new home there; I'd told my agent to buy it for me but hadn't been over yet.

I decided to do so, it would be nice and secluded away from the crowds, and it would give me and my prospective little beau time to have some fun in the open air as well as in the bedroom... ahem...and of course the bathroom.... don't forget the bathroom... or maybe we could do that outside as well! I took her jeans off deciding to leave them in the car along with her t-shirt and gave a sigh of appreciation as I saw her near naked perfection clad in a skimpy pink bathing suit. Her skin was glorious, the most delicate shade of honey, what a cute little body she had, just so perfectly formed, I wanted to run my hands along it and thrill to its feel. I knew she'd let me if I wanted to, she seemed happy to give me access to her in that way after last night, but it was my body I wanted her to worship and I gave a wicked smile as I wandered how she'd cope with that.

Mika had a glorious time. She took to the sea like a fish out of water, and I saw there'd be no need to teach her to swim, even at her age she was a natural. I kept an eye on her from my deck chair all the same, and smiled as I watched her running into the waves as my depraved thoughts causing havoc with my perspiring pussy.

I swore as a suntanned blonde blocked my view for a moment. She had a figure to die for with firm pouting breasts and a pert rounded ass, which was almost bursting out of her ridiculously small bikini. She swung her hips as she strode across the hot beach, her eyes flitting over to a group of boys playing football in the soft sand. I sighed with relief once she was out of the way and I could gaze once more on the object of my desires and dream my afternoon away thinking of the coming night.

She slept on the journey home but woke up full of energy as we pulled into the driveway. It was a quiet evening in front of the fire again, with Mika sitting in my lap while I thought of a way to steer her into my bed. "Would you like me to tell you a nursery rhyme?" I asked feeling my way round an idea.

"Is it a good one?" She asked.

"Oh yes, it's a very good one." I informed her brightly. "You have to give me your hand so we can do it It's something we can play together."

"Oh good." She trilled, her eyes smiling with glee.

I took hold of her tiny hand and began...

"This little pig went to the market.
This little pig stayed home.
This little pig had roast beef.
This little pig had none.
This little pig cried 'Wee, wee, wee, wee!'
All the way home."

When I reached the line that said "Wee, wee, wee!" I took her hand and ran it along my stockinged leg and up to my skirt.

"See." I cried. Joining in her squeals of mirth. "Your hand is the little piggy. Do you want to play more?"

"Please! Please!" She cried.

Her eyes shone into mine with anticipation as she waited for me to begin. I strolled through the rhyme in a bright playful voice, matching her trustful gaze with mine. Then when I cried "Wee, wee, wee!" I drew my skirt off my thighs and with a firm grip, danced her hand all the way up my stockinged legs to their tops. The next time was the same except I added an extra element of fun by pulling her head into my breasts, which made her chortle all the more.

"Again! Again!" She giggled "More Mamma!"

So I did. Only this time I made a great show of popping open half the buttons of my top and spreading it open to show the tops of my bulging breasts and tight bra. When I ran her hand up my thighs, I didn't stop. I drew her hand onto my panties and gave them a couple of firm rubs against my pussy while simultaneously squashing her laughing face onto the tops of my breast until they wobbled and shook.

"Last buttons to go," I said in a hammed up voice. "One!" I unpopped another button on my top. "Two!" Another one came undone, and then the last. With a quick shrug and a pull, I drew the silk top off my shoulders, giving a matter of fact sounding sniff in an effort to disguise my excitement. Her eyes widened a little at the site of my black bra and spilling bosoms but I reassured her with a smile, telling her it was all part of playing the nursery rhyme, which she accepted.

When I came to the end of the rhyme this time, I ran her hand straight up my leg and onto my knickers pressing it against my hairy bush while squashing her giggling mouth into my orbs and holding her there a moment longer before releasing her. Her laughter suddenly dried up when I reached behind my back and undid the fastening on my bra.

She watched mesmerised as the two bosoms, suddenly released from their nylon cage sprang out like catapults and tumbled down like shimmering jelly's. They flowed down to my stomach, huge and intimidating, my nipples half an inch long and throbbing with love and surrounded by huge areolas. I was a big woman, certainly no lightweight and the sight of them still gently swaying from side to side made her pretty brown eyes go wide with fright. When she managed to tear her gaze away, she looked up to me for encouragement. I gave her a smile accompanied by a playful wink, feeling the laughter lines spreading across my features.

"Do you like having fun Mika?"

A hesitant nod.

"Are you ready then? One more time, I had to take my busters out to play it properly. Do you understand Mika? You do want to play it properly don't you?"

A small gulp sounded in her throat as she looked down to my pale breasts.

"Is this still the game?" she asked in a doubtful sounding voice.

"Why of course it's part of the game dear. Trust me." Part of my game I could have added but didn't, I was far too horny to let anything stand in my way by then, and in a musical voice I began again.

"This little pig went to the market.
This little pig stayed home.
This little pig had roast beef.
This little pig had none.
This little pig cried 'Wee, wee, wee, wee!'
All the way home."

At the words 'all the way home' I placed her hand inside the waistband of my panties to let it rest inside my bush. She gasped at the feel of it; as her mouth was open, I pressed her face into my breast and fed a rubbery nipple into her tiny mouth.

"Suck it now Mika. The Little Piggy game was nice wasn't it dear? Now we're going to play something else, it's a very grown up game and I want you to do as I say."

Her mouth felt wonderful on my sensitive nipple as she closed her lips instinctively on the tip and sucked, her eyes meeting mine with a surprised and questioning look. Mika was mine in every respect. Hadn't I just paid a fortune for her after all? The thought that I could do anything I wished with her behind locked doors sent a hot shiver through my flesh.

"Yes that's it Mika honey, good girl, good girl. Keep your lips around the nice nipple and suck it like a lollypop."

I gently pulled her mouth away and guided it onto my other mammary all the time cooing softly. She tried to cry out when I held the back of her head and pressed her forward, but her mouth was stuffed with my by now engorged nipple, and all she could manage was a muffled whimper. My actions were becoming heated; I felt like a runaway train as my need for full-blown sex became more insistent. I needed to do something about it. I let go of her head and she pulled away from my breast giving me a reproachful look, which only served to excite me further. Perhaps she picked up on some of the charged atmosphere because a tear ran down her cheek as I stood up and lifted her with me.

"Darling" I breathed, "I'm taking you upstairs to my bedroom. I want you to be a very good girl because I'm going to take all my clothes off... we're going to play those other games now."

"Wha... wha... what games Mama?" She blurted.

I held her in my arms and kissed her lips, not a motherly kiss but a lovers open mouthed one as I caught her tongue and sucked it into my mouth before letting it go and pulling away with a wet smack. "Like this but even more so." I groaned hotly as I pulled her mouth back again and frenched with her for a further two minutes ignoring her struggles as I clasped the back of her head to prevent her escape. "Sex with you." I murmured as I ceased the kiss and carried her up to my bedroom to an accompaniment of her cries and sobs. "Take everything off except your panties Mika." I ordered as I set her down on the bedroom floor.

"Why? Why do I have t...t...too?" She cried.

"Because I've just told you to," I said angrily, "Now do as you're told."

"No!" She wailed. "Don't want to!" She cried sticking out her lower lip.

"Right young lady," I replied, "we shall see about that!"

I pulled her shirt over her head and despite her cries and struggles had her skirt off within seconds, leaving her in her socks and panties. Her small semi-naked body was open to my gaze as I in turn began removing my skirt. I let if fall to the floor and then stepped out of it leaving me in my stockings and knickers. The latter were slid down unceremoniously - I was far to hot and bothered to striptease my way out of them - and joined the skirt in a heap on the bedroom carpet. Her crying began in earnest as my hairy fanny stared back at her, a dark forest of grey-flecked hair that I opened to her gaze.

"This is Mama's hairy cunt." I said in a loud clear voice. "And you're going to suck it until it gives you a big drink!"

"Please don't." She sobbed and pleaded. "I don't want to do that Mama, ple... Her words were suddenly choked off as I thrust my hips forward and pulled her into my forest. They changed into a muffled wail as I ground my cunt into her mouth and squished my wetness against her lips nose cheeks and eyes as I masturbated over her crying face.

"Yeah you're going to get it soon... Uh-Huh!...Uh-Huh!...Uh- Huh" I shot out with each thrust. "I'm nearly coming, I'm going to use your mouth for it honey...you're getting everything. Use your tongue on my clitoris; it's that big long thing sticking out."

I reached down and gave her little buttocks a stinging whack when she didn't respond, an action that literally stung her into action as her tongue tip began to diddle my swollen clit end. That was it; it took no more than that to make me spill over, and boy did I spill! I gave a loud groan as my body gave a hard buck forward and shot a fountain of cum into Mika's mouth. I felt it travelling through my loins; an unstoppable force of thick white woman cum, it flowed into her mouth and seeped from the corners of her lips.

"Swallow it!" I demanded. "Drink my cum, don't waste it, drink every drop! Ohhhh yes!...Keep on!...keep on!...keep on honey!"

The room was alive with the sounds of sex as in a high demanding voice I urged the young toddler to drink my cum and she did, glugging and swallowing mouth full after brimming mouth full as it jetted against the back of her throat. Her noisy drinking turned me on even further so that my words turned to moans as I cried out my joy at her obedience, she was doing as she was told and I knew we were making progress.

My groans turned to gentle sobs as I ruffled her dark hair with my hands, cradling and caressing the beautiful little girl who was giving me so much pleasure. I told her how well she'd done between sobs, and how proud I was of her and how I was going to teach her to do more for me soon. I released her head and gave a low groan of lust as I saw her face covered and dripping with thick white globs of cum which I began scooping up with my fingers and popping between her lips.

"Lick it all off Mika, you're learning to do as you're told and that pleases me." I said in a careful voice. "But that was only the beginning. I want you to lie on the bed with your head on the pillow. Then I'm going to come over and sit on your face so you can be taught how to suck my cunt properly."

She looked away and hung her head dejectedly as fresh tears rolled down her face. "Is this why you took me home Mama? Is this why you w-w-w- ant me? She sobbed forlornly.

What was wrong with me? Those dammed tears were doing it again. I don't know why, maybe I'm a sadist or something, but I had the urge to make her cry even more just to keep me horny. I leant over, grabbed her by the hair, and pushed my breast into her mouth, trying to stuff as much of the ponderous globe inside her cheeks as I could.

"Mphh! Mphhh!" She spluttered with her eyes out on stalks.

"Oh god yes Mika! That's just right, that's exactly why you're here you sexy little slut. You're one purpose in life is to keep me happy with that cute little mouth of yours for as long as I need it, so you'd better fucking get used to it dear! Hmm!" I grunted "Hmm!" As I shoved harder. "Do you understand my little beauty? You're my sex slave and you're here to satisfy my every wish." I pulled my breast from her mouth and repeated the question in a cross sounding voice. "Well!"

She nodded sullenly.

"Say it! I demanded loudly.

"Y-y-yes." She wept.

"What are you?" I persisted.

"Your s-sex s-s-s..."

"My sex slave you're trying to say. Say it properly. What are you?!"

"Your sex s-s-s-slave." She stuttered brokenly.

"Good girl." I said in a kinder voice. I wanted her to distinguish between when I was cross and when I was pleased by the tone of my voice. She had to be trained to keep me satisfied and would be rewarded by kindness if she did and anger if she didn't.

"Now." I said briskly." Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow."

I noticed with satisfaction how she jumped to obey knowing by the tone of my voice that I meant business. I gave a grunt of approval then climbed over her until my knees walked passed her head and stopped with my flaccid cunt lips poised above her. In a voice that sounded like a teacher in front of the blackboard, I lectured her on an adult's vagina, its anatomy and its pleasure spots and how to stimulate them.

Her eyes were wide and fearful as I pulled back the clitoris's protective hood and pushed it out like a miniature penis. My tone changed to a kinder voice I told her how to stroke, suck and excite my clitoris with her tongue, explaining that I wanted her to stick it out. When she did, I lowered myself down slightly and traced the nub against it, cooing and praising her as she wiggled the tongue tip against the hard bud when I asked her to.

I had her sucking and licking at my cunt and clit for the next hour or so as I sat above and instructed her how to please me orally with one technique after another. I had three cums in her tiny mouth, the last time I hunkered down hard and squished my fanny to her mouth as I nearly fucked her face through the mattress. The sounds of my heated cries, squeaking bedsprings and clattering bedstead provided a torrid sound track to the frantic action taking place.

Again she did well drinking my cum, even though I deluged her with one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. I had the feeling she was going to do well as my slave girl and given time and straight talking, all would be well. It was time for me to lay out the truth and tell her, her real role in my life.

"Mika." I said gently as we lay side by side.

She looked up at me with those lovely eyes; her hair damp with sweat lying lank on the soiled pillow.

"I want you to know the reason why I brought you here. You won't know anything about this, but I'm one of those women that like little girls a great deal."

I smiled down at her feeling suddenly tender towards her. My emotions were in turmoil as guilt, love and lust swirled around and fought each another. I knew I had to be honest with her, even brutally so; I bit my lip and continued.

A woman has needs; her body has to be loved to make her feel well. It needs a physical love, which we call sex, it needs to be given love in the form of sex, and that needs to be done by a person she likes...or desires. I've been looking for someone to make me feel good in this way for sometime and hadn't really found that person. I like little girls, not all women do, but I do, and I decided the place to find one was at your orphanage. I looked at all the girls in the orphanage and they were all lovely, but as soon as I saw you, I forgot all about them because you're the prettiest.

I saw a light enter her eyes, which spread across the rest of her tiny face. "Am I?"

"Yes darling by far. That's why I took you home; you had to be lovely because I want you to spend the rest of your young life with me. Only you can make me feel special. Only you can make me feel good. To do that though I need to teach you, I need to show you how to use your mouth to give me pleasure. There are so many ways of doing it but I promise I'm going to teach you each and every one. In return you need to listen to what I say and then do the very best you can. You'll know when you're doing well because I'll make a lot of noise like I did just then, and when you've done it properly I'll give you my juices to drink. You did very well Mika, you drank my woman juices so well, but next I would like you to drink something else that comes out of my...umm."

I needed to find a word that we could both use for my vagina; perhaps pussy was the best word for a little girl. "Pussy. My pee, I'd like you to learn how to drink my pee Mika; it's something that will excite me a great deal. That's all part of making me feel good... exciting me, it leads me to an orgasm, and that's your job my dear."

She listened to my words thoughtfully; digesting the lesson, I was giving her and then made a noise that sounded like "umm" as though she had reached a conclusion. "So I live here to give you org-g-g..."

"Orgasms dear." I completed for her.

"Orgasms." She said fitting her tongue carefully around the new word. "You said I was your sex slave. Does that mean the same?"

"Yes dear."

"Oh" she sighed.

I stroked her face tenderly, running my fingers over her small but perfect features and felt her skin pull together between her eyes as she frowned.

"How do I drink...how do I drink your pee? What's it mean?"

"You're going to find out right now little darling. Get off the bed and stand up." I commanded.

She did as I said, quickly this time, which was fortunate as my bladder was nearly bursting with its need for release. The springs creaked on the bed as I clambered off with swaying breasts, and went and stood in front of her. My cunt was too high, I wanted it level with her mouth, so I went into a low crouch until it was only a couple of inches from her face.

"This is your very first drink of my piss; the first of may many more." I assured her "I want you to do your best and drink it all up because then that will excite me, and as you know that's your job."

"D-d-drink it?" She said anxiously.

"Open your mouth." I answered in a soft but domineering voice.

She stood there with her mouth open and I began to piss into it, a dark yellow stream of acrid urine that had been stewing in my bladder for most of the afternoon. She tried to turn her face away but I followed her with my stream, aiming for her mouth and filling it. It jetted out of me in such force that she didn't have chance to spit it out, it just went straight down her throat in a gurgling rush.

She closed her mouth and screwed up her face as she choked and gagged so that the piss splashed off her cheeks and hair and drenched her completely. A puddle began to spread across the carpet, enough to make me clench my muscles and stop the flow with a disappointed groan.

"Oh Mika." I tut-tutted as I shook my head and waved a reproving finger at her. "That wasn't very good!"

I found it hard to get annoyed with her as I studied her frightened face staring up at me, pee dripping off the end of her nose in rivulets as she began to whimper. I went over to the vanity unit and took out a tall glass, which I placed against my drooping lips. I released my bladder, sending a whoosh of hot urine into the vessel, which filled to the rim before I stopped. It smelled strong and gave off a full heady aroma as I placed it in Mika's trembling hands.

I made sure she was cupping it, then placed a hand around her own and tilted it back towards her lips. I smiled at her expression; she looked a little goofy, cross-eyed maybe as she tried to keep her eyes on the approaching glass. I whispered her name as she took her first sip and watched her face screw up in displeasure at the taste. I tilted it back again making sure more of the pungent liquid filled her mouth, I didn't want to give her the chance to back out of another sip.

"Gulp...Ohhh...Gulp....Gulp...Ohhh...Gulp!"

Down it went! True there was the occasional whimper, but that was quickly stifled as I gave the vessel another tip. The only sounds remaining were the glug, glug, glug of the drinking little girl plus one or two whispers from yours truly, as I coaxed her on. Just like drinking at a bar I thought, except, well...maybe there were one or two differences.

For instance... it would have to be a lousy concoction to have produced such a pained looking face, not to mention the amount of liquid refreshment running down the sides of her face, and come to think about it, isn't it usual to make a satisfied `ahhhh' sound as you put down your finished glass and not a disgusted "ugggh?" In spite of all those things, she drank the lot and I put the empty glass back down again.

"That was nice Mika, you did so well, don't worry dear you'll get used to it...I'll make sure you do." I added meaningfully.

She gave a wan smile as she listened to my praise, broader still as I bent forward to kiss her lips. I sighed and took a step closer, then stood before her with my blossoming hips near her face.

"I need to cum again darling." I whispered seductively "Hold onto my buttocks as I fuck that sexy little mouth of yours!"

Her hair felt soft in my hands as I ran my fingers through her tresses, flexing and rolling my buttocks in some insane parody of a belly dance as I whispered sweet obscenities to her. For isn't that what little girls are made for? For me it is! Oh yes, most definitely, most definitely, definitely...and perhaps I thought darkly... perhaps something else besides!

It took a week to have my passport amended. When it came back, it certified that I was the legal guardian of Mika, a four-year-old girl in my care and protection. It had been a good week for me. One of progress in our new relationship as Mika began to accept her role as pleasure servant. She got used to the taste of my urine, and drank it with every meal out of the same tall glass, warm tangy and filled to the brim.

Even if she did pull a face, she was drinking it, and that was the important thing as far as I was concerned. The fact that I could see her drinking my piss was so sexually provocative that I usually made her go down on me shortly afterwards. She was getting better with her ministrations in that respect due to my guidance. In fact, I'd go as far to say she took pride in her ability to draw such a huge amount of noise from me, even taking cues and varying her technique from my moans.

Our week away was no less idyllic with Mika being so excited at flying in my new private jet for the first time that I had quite a job calming her down. I think the blonde airhostess, who came with the aircraft, a tall erudite Scandinavian, was in love with her. She saved a special smile for the little girl whenever she came to serve us and seemed unable to keep her eyes off her.

\Mika was flattered by the beautiful woman's admiration, and I lost count of the number of times she stopped and told me how lucky I was to have such a pretty daughter. I think it was the `ahhh' factor more than anything. At least I think so, and there can't be that many women with the same tastes as me, although one never knows. Look at Glenda! Any way the little minx lapped it up; she even fluttered her Minnie Mouse eyelids at her. The brazen tease!

It's a miracle she arrived at Knossos unmolested - by the airhostess that is - I needed to relieve myself quite badly after three glasses of champagne, and made her give me her mouth in the aircraft bathroom for her shamelessness with the woman. We finally arrived and were met by a chauffeur who drove us through glorious sunshine to our sumptuous villa, which was perched on a steep cliff top overlooking a glistening bay. It was large enough to get lost in, and apart from our private rooms, there were an array of marvellously decorated guest rooms. But if the rest of the villa was rich, ours was even more luxurious.

It felt like living in an Etruscan vase with its exquisitely colourful wall friezes lining the walls, all depicting scenes of island living. We had a wonderful time together, the villa was secluded, which for obvious reasons was important, but had a servant's lodge, situated a mile or so down the road. It was handy enough for them to be at my beck and call when I needed it, but far enough away to give me total privacy when I gave them a signal to withdraw. The reason I mention the holiday at all in this narrative, is because of the way Mika and me began to bond so well together as Mistress and lover.

She loved the highly status it provided her with the villa staff - all poor locals who were paid extremely well for their service and discretion - and she had a glut of strawberry milkshakes served up to her by her personal maid or anything else she might have a whim for. She only had to make her wishes known for them to be shamelessly indulged by the respectful servants. Of course, Mika knew all of this came at a price. IE, an understanding of my needs, which I have to say she met with much more willingness than she had earlier.

It was idyllic in so many ways; we went horse riding with an experienced guide who showed me how to secure Mika in the saddle with me as we rode through the beautiful countryside. After that, we enjoyed cooling off in quiet bays, just lazing in the warm water and swimming. Sometimes we chartered a yacht and its crew, and sailed around the island as we sunbathed on the deck, or leant over the rail to watch the fishes with Mika crying out in glee whenever she saw any that looked particularly exotic.

If her swimming skills were being honed, then so were her sexual ones, she was going to be as adept as Sharon before too long, praise indeed, for I've never met anyone as talented in the oral department as that sexy teenager. Of course there was one respect in which Sharon was miles ahead of her, I hadn't introduced Mika to anal oral yet and its natural progression into ultimate toilet servitude, but I'd determined to remedy that when Glenda took up her post. After Mika had got used to her in a sexual sense, I thought the idea of us using her together, for her first `eating' experience, one after another as it were, had a certain wanton aspect that appealed to me. What a depraved threesome that would be, I could hardly wait.



Part 4: "We Three"

Glenda arrived a few weeks later. We'd finished our holiday two weeks ago and arrived home in England just as the winter was beginning to bite. The snow lay heavy on the hedges and lawns of the grounds when I opened the door to a suntanned Glenda Hayton-Smythe. We said 'hello', 'how are you?', 'did you have a good holiday?/' and the rest of the usual pleasantries, both of us feeling a little edgy with each other at first until the chill began to thaw over a glass or two of brandy before the study fire. Mika was in her playroom with a new dolly or something or other, leaving her new teacher and me to have a chat.

"I'm looking forward to beginning lessons with Mika, I have some excellent teaching materials which I sent away for before the holiday, they're really good." She said brightly.

I pursed my lips over my fingertips as I mused over the immediate future.

"Mmm...So when are you going to start? It's about time she began her education I want her to have all the advantages private tuition can bring."

"I agree Georgina...oh I do so agree with you." She exclaimed in her plumy boarding school voice. "Mika's going to have everything she needs to give her the very best start, I'll see to that. We start tomorrow!"

The first week of Mika's education went well. I don't know what she was taught I have to confess I left all of that to Glenda. I had enough confidence in her abilities for that. She enjoyed her lessons, and never tired of telling me so. After the first week, she and Glenda had settled down to a working pupil/teacher relationship.

It was another two weeks before Glenda came to see me about taking the relationship further, in other words she'd come for her first payment. I must admit it felt a little strange to think of another woman having Mika for a lover. Nevertheless, I realized that was the deal I'd agreed to, so what ever my feelings were, I gave my consent for Glenda to take Mika for the night. The only proviso I made was to hold off from any form of bum sucking, ass-hole licking or any kind of arse worship for the time being. I wanted that to happen when the time was right. It would be her ultimate and final lesson prior to her browning, and on that we both agreed.

It amused me to hear how Mika had become so bold compared to the timid little thing she'd been when I first brought her home. Glenda laughed as she told me how she'd caught the girl trying to look up her skirt once or twice when she bent over to pick something up, so much so that she'd had to tell her quite firmly to keep her eyes to herself in order to keep her mind on her lessons. It had made Mika blush furiously and turn her face away to wipe away tears of shame, which her teacher had pretended not to notice. She couldn't have known how much she'd excited the woman with her childish attempts to see her body.

"I had a job to stop myself granting her wishes, but I knew I'd have to leave all of that for later. I consoled myself with the thought that she'd be getting more than she ever bargained for when I ordered her into my bedroom."

When it came to the big night, I have to say she seemed to take it all in her stride, much more than I had with Mika when it was our first time. Cool and collected I'd say, the way she flounced into the living room where Mika was tee heeing at cartoons on the television. Wearing a shapely white blouse to accentuate her willowy breasts, and a hip hugging navy skirt - perhaps a little shorter than usual - plus a pair of black glossy stockings she was dressed simply yet elegantly.

Her face was shiny and glowing with health, and I guess she'd spent some time in the sauna; she looked marvellous. She'd discarded her usual teacher's hair bun to let it flow down past her shoulders for the first time since she's been here, and although she was never what I'd have called beautiful in the classic sense, she had on occasions like this, a sexuality which made me catch my breath for a moment and stop lusting after little girls.

She stopped, hands on hips, no more than a foot or so from the pony-tailed child with a knowing look in her eyes.

"Mika."

"Umm?"

"Turn around please."

She prized her eyes away from the screen and turned around.

"Ohh?"

"I'd like you to come upstairs with me Mika."

Her eyes shot up to mine questioningly but I nodded my affirmation of her words.

"Do as Miss Hayton-Smythe tells you Mika."

Glenda gave a brief smile and held out her hand. Mika stood up with a further glance of trepidation in my direction and a worried almost besieging one in Glenda's... and slowly placed her hand in hers. I have to say I felt more than a little guilty as the tall woman led the pretty youngster up the stairs. She looked so tiny in contrast to the adult; I felt it difficult to reconcile myself to the sight of them both naked and striving on Glenda's double bed together. Most women would think the whole concept absurd, sick certainly, but wasn't that the whole point for such dark creatures as Glenda and I?

I heard the bedroom door close with a definite thud and reached over for the brandy bottle, pouring myself a large measure as my eyes watched the television screen without seeing anything at all. I swigged the whole glass down in one gulp feeling a warm flush suffuse my face and spread through my body. I poured another as I tried to bury my conciseness in the antics of the animated caricatures on the TV screen.

For a while I succeeded, I hadn't been able to calculate how I'd feel when it actually came to Mika going off with another woman like that, now I was finding out the hard way and I didn't like it one bit. I froze suddenly as I heard something, a sound from upstairs but I didn't know what and I reached for the consol to turn off the volume. I suppose it was morbid curiosity that made me torture myself that way, but I crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened.

I heard Glenda's voice; distant, yet clear enough for me to interpret its tone, it sounded soft yet firm as though she was explaining something to the girl. There was silence for a while, and then just as I was about to return to the living room and attack the brandy again, I heard Mika gasp only for the sound to be stifled by a sudden "Mphh!"... I guessed what had sealed her mouth as soon as I heard the first low moan escape the woman's lips and the familiar rhythmic creaking of the large double bed, the same sounds I make when I'm fucking her mouth!

I felt terrible the next morning. Apart from the hangover, I'd hardly had any sleep. Each time I woke, I was greeted by the sounds of sex drifting through my bedroom walls. Sudden cries, keening moans and gabbled sentences disturbed my sleep again and again. Then there would be silence for a while and just as I was drifting away, it would begin again, consuming me with jealousy, yet making me sweat with lust. I finally managed to get to sleep sometime after six and woke up five hours later feeling awful.

Glenda's manner on the other hand was bright and breezy; she seemed on top of the world that morning and informed me there wouldn't be any lessons until after lunch as `Mika's just getting a little extra beauty sleep'. I wasn't surprised. I had to laugh though when later on Mika described the noises Glenda made in bed; `Like a doggy.' Then she made a series of panting noises followed by cries of `aaoooh aooohhhs!!'

Seriously though, I decided our bedrooms were too near to each other and had Glenda's bedroom moved to the end of the wing putting as much space and as many walls between us as I could, and after that I heard nothing more to disturb me. Things went along fairly well from then on, with us two adults sharing our girl's favours, me five times a week and Glenda twice. Then one evening when Glenda and I were in the study sharing a companionable drink before retiring for the night she mentioned a subject dear to my heart.

"I'm enjoying my time here so much Georgina. I like being here with both of you so much. I'm beginning to think of you as a friend and I like that. It's been difficult making friends, I mean real friends, I've been so busy at the orphanage and it didn't leave me any time for a real social life. Living here is wonderful because I have everything I need. I have your friendship Georgina... I hope?"

I reached over and patted her knee affectionately. "You know you have; I think you're marvellous Glenda."

She smiled and squeezed my hand in hers.

"Thank you. As I say I don't need to go anywhere else for a social life, or love life for that matter, Mika sees to that. Everything's just hunky dory for me, but I want to ask you a question. Remember you talked about training Mika for toilet servitude...full toilet servitude?"

I nodded slowly and smiled inwardly, for I knew where things were going.

"You think its time?"

"Yes I do Georgina. I think its time." She affirmed.

"So do I. I've waited for a while, I wanted her to get used to the situation... you know, her having two Mistress's and all, not just serving me but her schoolteacher as well, it takes some getting used to I'm sure, but you're right, you've been here for two months now and I think its time also. I was thinking of a threesome Glenda I'd like us to take turns with her, I want to see her eat from you first and then I'll take over."

"Oh darling, that sounds just heavenly." She sighed rolling her eyes to the ceiling.

"Thought you might like it." I grinned nefariously. "Isn't she such a darling? What is it about girls Mika's age Glenda? Why do I feel that way about them? When most women see a pretty child, it makes them come over all maternal and protective. With me it's so different, it makes me all..." I searched for an appropriate word or a clever sentence, which would express my feelings in an intellectual way that Glenda might respect but after a moment, gave up in frustration. "Oh just horny goddamit!" I spat.

Glenda gave an earthy chuckle, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and then she reached over and squeezed my knee.

"You mean other women want to pick them up and mother them, while you want to sit on their face and smother them." She guffawed.

I joined in her laughter, it was a witty remark but so dammed true, I just find children so irresistible even little boys can get me going if they're cute enough.

"I know what you mean though." She agreed. "I'll put it more crudely than you dear. If I catch an eyeful of a little cutey I mentally juxtapose her face between my thighs, or better still, wedged half way up my sweaty ass!"

Our laughter filled the room, and then gradually died down until the room was silent again except for the crackling fire in the old-fashioned hearth. Glenda picked up her glass and took a sip of the golden liquid, her handsome face pensive as she stared at the flames. Then she came out of her reverie and gave a deep sigh as she turned towards me.

"So it's really going to happen Georgina" She sighed breathily, "we're going to shit in her mouth tomorrow...she's really going to eat our shit?"

"Yes honey," I said thickly "Have a bowl of bran flakes before you go upstairs. Make sure she feasts on you tomorrow evening."

"Yeah." She said returning her face to the fire with a faraway expression on her face. "We're gonna getcha little girl. We're gonna getcha reeel gerrrd!"

Part 5: "The Toilet Girl"

Neither one of us used the toilet that morning. We both found it uncomfortable and even though I'd deprived myself for Sharon's benefit before, it was something I hadn't really mastered yet. It was quite amusing looking in on the classroom while Mika sat at her desk and stared up at a row of letters on the blackboard.

With an eager almost fervent expression written across her glowing face, Mika spoke out the name of each letter as her teacher pointed to each one on the board with one hand while painfully clutching her stomach with the other as she did. I have to say I faired little better myself and I was more than relieved (wrong word, that would come later) when it came to six o'clock, the time we'd agreed to call Mika into the living room for a little chat.

"Sit between us Mika." I said, pointing to a space we'd left for her on the sofa. She was in a playful mood as she ran giggling to dive between us and I had to tell her to calm down with a firm admonishment of `Now Mika just behave and listen to what we have to say' until she sat quite still effecting a contrite expression which looked a mite to sincere to be genuine.

"Miss Hayton-Smythe and I are going to be doing something new with you tonight." I began.

"Erm Georgina, may I interrupt for a second." Asked Glenda.

"Yes." I said frowning slightly.

"I've told Mika to call me Glenda after school hours...it seems a little formal considering the kind of after school...er...recreation we indulge in." She said with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders. I gave a quick sniff followed by a smile of understanding, which she returned.

"Quite so. This is going to be your first night with me and Glenda together." I continued. "You're going to be serving both of us when we go to bed. It's your first time with two adults but I'm sure you won't let either of us down."

Mika's eyes shot from me to Glenda her mouth let out an `Ohhh' of wonder at this new piece of information.

"Both of you Mamma? Will I get tired, it's a lot to do, I don't know if..." Her voice trailed off doubtfully.

"Don't worry Mika, I know you can do it," Glenda assured her "I have every confidence in you. You have exceptional skills for your age."

"Yes that's right," I confirmed "and tonight we shall be exploring a new aspect of child to female adoration. Up till now you've made love to the front of our bodies...well now we're going to teach you how to make love to the other side, or to be more precise our posteriors, our bottoms."

Mika stared at me blankly as I continued.

"We've been holding this off for sometime Mika. Glenda and I wanted to be sure that you were ready for it. Now we feel that you are, and we both agree that you've become an excellent mouth girl, both in body worship and toilet servitude. It's time to take both aspects to their final conclusion. After tonight, you'll be fully adept at pleasing our bodies with your lips and tongue. So far" I continued sweetly "we've given you our bodily nectars to drink and you've done very well Mika. I think I can speak for Glenda in this as well."

Glenda nodded and murmured that indeed I could.

"Now that you have mastered drinking, we feel it's time to move on and give you our bodily fruits."

Now Mika looked really puzzled.

"What we are going to give you tonight Mika is very precious. Consuming our body fruit is the final act of adoration we require and indeed demand of you. After you have accomplished this act you will be ready to perform this for either one, or both of us on a daily basis." I put my hand under her chin and smiled into her wide shiny eyes. "Darling you're going to eat our shit." I whispered softly. "Now come upstairs and we'll begin."

Glenda and I rose from our seats but Mika froze and continued staring blankly. I looked at Glenda who shrugged her shoulders and sighed.

"Maybe you aught to carry her up." She suggested.

I gave a nod and put my arm under her knees and lifted her up into my arms, then carried her upstairs with Glena following behind.

The bedroom was well lit. In contrast to the usual soft lighting, it was bright and harsh tonight, almost clinical in the way it showed every detail of the room. I had decided it should be this way; I wanted Mika to see every part of us in vivid detail. I stooped down and placed her on the large double bed. The sheets were swept back to reveal a yellow rubber sheet covering the mattress, I placed her on top of it and she looked up at me with a defiant expression.

"No Mama, I'm not going to eat your shit." She squealed. "Don't want to! Won't!" she yelled in a tantrum.

"Don't be silly Mika, you're going to. Haven't I just explained, if - "

She stuck her tongue out and waggled her fingers in her ears at me. Angry now, I took a step towards her.

"Georgiana." Glenda interrupted me and then motioned me to the other side of the room with her. Grimacing I followed her, and stood by the dressing table where she whispered into my ear.

"I think it would be best if we humour her Georgina love. We've both agreed that one way she's going to eat from us anyway, so let's try it my way I'm sure she'll respond to a little flattery and kindness."

"Umm...Ok." I agreed. "Let's get out of these clothes then."

Mika was watching us suspiciously, she looked cross but adorable and I decided to tease her a bit further with a slow provocative strip. Glenda undressed at the same time, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off her shoulders. My friend watched as I placed my foot on the bed and slowly peeled my stockings down my legs.

I watched Glenda, it was the first time I'd seen her nude, and my eyes followed every movement she made as she pulled off her bra to reveal her breasts. They were long and slim just like the rest of her, curving gently upwards towards the ends and capped by the sexiest pair of nipples I've ever seen, they reminded me of Strawberries and cream. The pink areolas weren't anything as large as mine were, but the throbbing fingers of flesh growing out of them were the longest I've ever seen.

She smirked as she noted the look of appreciation on my face and placed her fingers in the waistband of her knickers and tugged them down her legs. I find the sound of silk panties swishing their way down a sexy pair of stockings simply irresistible, and gave an involuntary shiver as she kicked them into the air and caught them in her hand. My gaze swept downwards past her flat belly where she had a neat tuft of blonde hair sprouting from between her thighs. I mentally compared my unkempt meadow to her neatly mown lawn and promised myself not for the first or last time to do something about it.

Mika still looked bad tempered, as I took Glenda in my arms and pressed my body into hers as I decided to tantalize her a little further. Glenda's eyes widened in surprise, but when she saw I intended to kiss her, they flashed with pleasure and then closed as my lips covered hers in a long sensual kiss. I couldn't get enough of her, nor her me; I'd wanted to do this since I first saw her and knew she must have felt the same way.

We traded tongues and drank each others spit as we ate into each other's cheeks with wild abandon, only pulling apart when we ran out of breath and gasping loudly as we did. Our eyes met in a silent understanding as I uttered a breathy "tomorrow" to which she nodded a silent `yes'. But tonight it was Mika who was to be the centre of attention. Sitting bolt upright with her arms folded stiffly in front of her, she looked for all the world like a disapproving mother about to scold two naughty children. I tried not to laugh as I pulled my knickers down while Glenda's eyes bore into my hairy fanny.

"I want my face in there tomorrow night," she whispered huskily.

"I'm in love with the thought." I breathed back with my lips touching her ear.

Mika's eyes followed me as I went to the draw and rummaged around until I pulled out a pair of long pink ribbons.

"I've been saving these for just this occasion. Undress yourself Mika, everything off except your panties." I ordered.

"No!"

"You will!"

"Won't!"

I bristled with anger and was just about to jump on her tear her clothes off by force when Glenda cut in.

"Mika, you do still want me to take you to the pictures don't you?"

I held my breath. Glenda was referring to a new children's film, which had just come out at the pictures. It had been advertised on television and Mika had been pestering us relentlessly to go and see it until finally Glenda had agreed to take her.

"Yes." She said sulkily sensing what her teacher was going to say.

"Well then, do as we ask you and you'll still be able to." She said firmly.

It had the desired effect; Mika pulled her jersey over her head and laid it by her side and then removed her vest and slacks until she was clad in nothing but her small pink panties.

"Good." Smiled Glenda patting the seat in front of the dresser mirror. "Come over here and sit on the stool."

Mika edged her way over to the edge of the mattress until her legs were dangling over the edge and then let go, dropping onto the carpet with a soft thud before trotting over to the stool and climbing up. I melted as I saw her looking critically at her reflection in the glass and screwing up her small nose in dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry sweetie-pie," I laughed as I began brushing her long hair, "we'll soon have you looking like a princess."

I envied Mika her hair as I swept it down past her bare shoulders in midnight waves. I'd have given anything to have owned such luxury in my modelling career, but like all very young girls, she never knew how lucky she was. Finally satisfied, I stepped back to let Glenda take over. She produced the silk ribbons and started tying her hair into pigtails, her brows knitted in concentration as she twisted her hair into two long braided lengths while Mika pulled faces at her through the mirror.

"Ok Madam." She said stepping back with her hands on her hips "Stand up and lets have a look at you."

She took her time to climb off the stool but finally slid down and stood in front of us with a haughty expression, which suddenly turned shy and vulnerable as she saw the hunger in our faces. I gave a low whistle of appreciation as I eyed her waif like body clad in nothing but pink panties and ribbons. I loved the sexiness of it all and knew Glenda felt the same, right then I think we'd have fought each other to the death to be the first to get her between our thighs.

"Umm I don't know which way I like you best, either cross and angry or shy and bashful." I joked trying to make light of my lust.

"Well I don't mind how you look dear." Glenda smiled sweetly. "I think you look beautiful."

With that she bent down, draped her arms over the child's shoulders and gave her a hot smoochy kiss just the same as she'd done with me. Talk about getting in first, as soon as she broke the kiss she swept Mika off her feet and sat her on the edge of the bed and then bent down once more to give her another long tender kiss. I could see Mika was pleased; she was blushing and beaming all over the place as she met Glenda's loving smile with her own.

It looked as though Glenda was going to go first with Mika. The question was silent but the meaning was clear a she looked over to me with her eyebrow raised as she asked permission to continue. I nodded my acquiescence and she smiled a thank you before turning her back to the girl and bending at the knees to show the youngster her buttocks for the first time. I walked over to the other side of the room to get a good view myself.

I have to say she had a hell of a sexy ass, it wasn't as big as mine, but that wouldn't have been difficult, the size of ...well we won't go into that, anyway it looked great I have to say. Pale and alabaster, with a tan line where her bikini bottoms had been, it was almost smooth except for two brown moles and a fetching little dimple on one of the fleshy globes. The cheeks weren't as firm as they had been in her youth though and now in her forties they were loosing some of their firmness and sagging slightly, which in a strange way gave the whole thing a mouth watering lewd appearance, especially the dark cleft dividing them.

She looked over her shoulders to gauge Mika's reaction and was pleased by the look of anticipation in her eyes.

"Do you like them Mika?" She said in a low voice.

"Umm." She nodded eagerly.

"Would you like them to by your friend?"

A smile split Mika's face, a huge smile that made her eyes into slits of delight.

"Ohh yes, I'd like dat Glenda." She beamed.

I blinked, I could hardly believe how the girl was falling for Glenda's charm; she positively thrived on it. I bit my lips in chagrin but wasn't so stupid as to ignore what was happening. Even though I'd succeeded in having Mika please me, and I have to admit she was obedient to my demands, if Glenda's approach worked better then I was all for changing my approach to the child.

"Ohhh... you're such a good little girl." She cooed softly. "Show me how clever you are and give my bottom a nice big kiss."

Mika leant forward just as Glenda pushed backwards, causing her buttocks to collide and envelope the girl's face in her pale wobbling flesh.

"Mpphhh!!!"

"Kiss them darling, nice little kisses at first and then big sexy one's."

Mika got over the impact and like a hungry woodpecker began raining kisses over her buttocks until the bedroom was full of wet smacking sounds. Glenda rolled her buttocks in her face inviting Mika to make the kisses bigger and wetter until after some five minutes later she sighed and splayed the cheeks apart. The bright bedroom lights showed her anus in stark detail to the curious child. The rosebud was pinky grey and glistening slightly and had one or two stray hairs curling around it. I was knocked for six when Mika planted her lips around the hole and kissed it without even being asked.

Glenda was too, her eyes widened in surprise for a moment and she looked back at me in astonishment, not that she was complaining though, I think she could hardly believe her luck!

"Ohh Mika" she exclaimed, "that's nice... do it again. Give it a really big kiss."

This time her tiny face almost disappeared into the shit trench as she obeyed her lover's wishes and frenched with her sweaty arsehole. I groaned and began playing with my clit, my fingers strumming the tip as I watched the horny sight through narrowed eyes.

"Yes. Yessss...stick it out darling! Stick out your tongue and put it in me." She groaned. "Do me! Taste my hole...Make love to it!"

I stepped forward and pushed Mika's head forward flattening her cheeks against Glenda's asshole. Whether it was my action that caused it or simply a measure of her excitement I don't know, but Glenda suddenly farted into her devotee's mouth filling it up with smelly ass- gas, it sounded like an explosion in an empty cavern.

Mika moaned but carried on with even more gusto than before. I opened my mouth in amazement; not only didn't she mind, she appeared to be loving it! I watched as woman and girl moaned in unison as they both participated in this beautiful but sordid sex act. For the next half hour or so, Glenda urged the girl to go deeper and faster, until with a cry of anguish she pulled away from Mika's chapped face.

"I need to go Mika...Oh god! Open your mouth darling!" she wailed.

Mika backed away looking frightened. I knew by the site of my friend's pulsing anus and sweating forehead that it was now or never. I reached over and closed my fingers on Mika's nose, leaving her no choice but to open her mouth to breathe. Glenda saw what I'd done and quickly lowered her twitching hole to her lips as it suddenly splayed open to shoot out a long sludgy sausage of poop.

It slid out at such speed that it was in her mouth before she knew it, coiling around inside as though it had taken over the place, which of course it had. Glenda squeezed her sphincter to prevent the rest of the load shooting out and whirled around to kneel beside the heaving Mika. Four inches or so of ropy shit was sticking from her mouth and drooping down as though ready to break off. Glenda held it in her hand to make sure it didn't as I stood masturbating at the disgusting scene.

"Please Mika" She pleaded. "Chew it up for me. Start chewing and then it'll break up for you to swallow. You're such a special girl, do it for me. If you do, you'll be a big girl...that's what big girl's do...it is... really it is!"

Mika streaming eyes softened as she listened to Glenda's begging, and as she did, her jaws started moving. I let out a loud growl of lust and squirted a jet of cunt cream all over the face of the chomping child, splattering her face, hair, and the end of the disappearing turd in hot white cum. Her eyes met mine for a moment as she saw me crying in ecstasy but she didn't stop chomping and gurgling as she continued to eat her foul meal, and then seconds later she gulped. She began a series of gulps and gurgles, and carried on until her mouth was empty which she proved by tilting her head back, then opening it and sticking her brown smeared tongue out, even running it over her cheeks to lick some of my glistening cum.

"All gone, all gone. I'm a big girl now"! She cried proudly.

"Good girl. Mama's so proud. Oh Mika my little precious." I cried. "Mama's so pleased with you darling."

Her eyes lit up with pride as she beamed back at me the same way as she had with Glenda.

"Want more honey?" asked Glenda in a voice that sounded somewhere between a question and an entreaty. "I've lots more to give you darling...Lots, lots, lots and I want you to eat it all up like a big girl does."

Once again, she stood by the bed and bent forward at the waist, lowering her arse to Mika's mouth. Mika braced herself seemingly determined to see her role as a toilet girl through to the end, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Glenda's dripping asshole twitched twice as she grunted, and spread apart as another greasy turd, this one reeking more than the first, began crackling its way slowly down onto the girls outstretched tongue and then began piling on top of it.

It became apparent that Mika's tongue couldn't support the weight of so much crap and she had to draw it back into her mouth, bringing the turd in with it while keeping her jaws wide open to catch the rest of the creaking yellow and brown waste. Still it kept coming, Glenda moaning and grunting through a fierce orgasm and Mika chomping and slurping as fast as she could while the shit continued winding its way down - now covering her munching mouth and cheeks in a stinking coiled up pile until Glenda gave a sigh of relief and ceased her ablutions.

"Mmmm...gulp! Gulp! Mmmmmmmmm! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Mmm, Mmm...Gulp!!!"

Gurgling and chomping she finished one mouthful after another with Glenda helping to spoon in the pile resting on her cheeks, until eventually after what seemed like ages but I guess must have been about five minutes it was gone and Mika opened her empty mouth in triumph again.

I could see everyone was spent except me, who had rather a large penny that still needed spending. We spent the next few minutes praising her until her face was blushing with pleasure and her chest was puffed out fit to burst. I noticed her stomach was swollen from her large meal and I just hoped she could find room to take mine as well.

"Mika dear, it's time for Mamma to take her poo poo now and she wants you to be a very, very, brave big girl and eat it all up just like you did with Glenda's."

"Yes Mamma, give me your poo!" She chirped. "I'm a big girl now!"

'Quick before she changes her mind' I thought as I pushed her gently onto her back and then climbed on the bed after her. I squatted over her and stopped with my fat buttocks inches from her face. Gripping the bedstead, I gave a rough grunt and released the monster that lay within my bowels. It slid out like a giant truncheon, forcing its way past out of the ring and making me wince with pain.

Dark brown and in places almost black it was huge with winding ridges. Mika looked up with fear in her eyes as she saw it getting closer and closer to her tiny mouth. I gave another grunt as it dropped onto her face and fell to the rubber sheet. I groaned in disappointment but turned around and picked it up. Once more, the brave little girl opened her mouth and I began pushing the knobbly end between her lips. Somehow, she managed to encompass its girth even though her jaws were nearly stretched open to breaking point - and once more, she began chewing.

I could hear the wet slopping of Glenda rubbing her cunt and looked round briefly to see the blurred pistoning movement of her hand as she let out a series of desperate whimpers. Inch by inch I continued feeding the dark menacing clod into her mouth. At one point, I feared she was running out of saliva so I pulled the turd from her mouth and crouched down to piss down her throat. She gulped down a few mouthfuls and then I pulled away, I would give her the rest later.

Right now, I wanted to leave enough room in her tummy for the rest of the shit stored in my bowels. The wetting helped and now she began eating with more gusto as I fed her the remaining lump. Then it was gone and I took my place over her mouth again, this time it slid straight in and she was able to chomp her way down to the end until her mouth was empty. We repeated the procedure four more times until Mika had eaten six of my turds in total, and her eyes were closed with exhaustion. She had done it!

I opened my mouth in amazement at the sight of Mika's bulging stomach, which looked huge and gross on her tiny body. I groaned aloud at the thought of Glenda and me transferring the contents of our insides into hers. It took some time but eventually I managed to get Glenda on her back with Mika laying face down between her thighs as I in turn positioned my self over her and lowered my hairy cunt onto her tiny buttocks.

Then I began fucking myself down while Glenda held onto her bobbing head and rubbed her cunt over her face and mouth. My thrusts became harder and wilder as I slammed my crotch against her chubby little hillocks, while Glenda babbled and swore as I slapped my wetness onto the girl's flesh again and again until I gave a mighty cry and sprayed her ass and the rubber sheet with my orgasm. Finally, it was over and all three of us were exhausted from the evening's exertions.

This brings me to the end of our story. Mika and Glenda have been living with me for three years now. Mika is our toilet. We take turn to use her as such every day and she is proud to comply. I'm happy to take each day as it comes and enjoy it while I can. Who can tell what the future may bring?


The end