ian_22@hotmail.com

There must be many closet lesbians who would love to have access to beautiful women with few strings attached.
The strings of course are those of potential blackmail. It is not illegal, but it could be a bit awkward to have some sexual preferences widely known.
Falling in love is a danger for all, and many a millionaire has married his paid partner, so why not wealthy women ?
Not marriage -yet- but commitment and yes, deep friendship and love.
I love the idea of females fulfilling their secret desires and paying for a partner to cater to their needs.

This is fiction and is not suitable for children.

Copywright restrictions apply, do not publish for gain, only for pleasure, crediting me with authorship.

Ann looked at the clock yet again as she made her final preparations, laying the groundsheet on the guest bed for the demanding visitor expected within a few minutes. 

Mrs Connor, and it was funny how she always thought of her as Mrs Connor, even though she knew she liked to be called Conni, would  be as demanding on this visit as on her previous weekends.

 Ann remembered the phone call she had made to her office earlier in the week when she had heard Mrs Connor say throatily that she had not yet washed her privates in preparation for the weekend at the cottage. 

A sick wave of lust swept over Ann as she recalled the thick bush at the base of the large woman`s belly, with the black luxuriant hairs disappearing around under her crotch to the deep chasm of her globulous buttocks, with it’s dark secret prepared over several days.

Ann herself had cleansed herself thoroughly, especially her anal passage, knowing the preferences of the older woman.

Straightening up from smoothing the plastic of the groundsheet on the bed, Ann turned and inspected herself in the large mirror by the door.
She tugged the simple white cotton dress to remove the creases that had formed under her pert breasts.
Twisting round, Ann looked critically at her back and then her trim bottom, patting it she thought to herself that it would soon be receiving all the attention in the world . Fluffing up her short blond hair, she let it fall  so it just covered her ears, Again she smoothed the fabric over her breasts, no sag there, she mused, in spite of the attentions of her lover last night. 

`But back to business`, Ann mused as she hurried into the kitchen and checked that the preparations for lunch were satisfactory. 
Ann had built up a successful business catering for closet lesbians who enjoyed indulging their every fantasy with the confidence of knowing that their secret life of female love was safe from the prying eyes of the public. Ann knew that good food and drink was an essential part of that weekend escape, so she took as much trouble over the cuisine as she did over the sexual adventures.

Mrs Arnold, the farmers wife in the neighbourhood, supplied most of the food farm fresh, and helped with the cooking too, and she helps in other ways as well, pondered Ann, `as does little Tina who keeps this cottage so clean and tidy`.
 
Ann heard the scrunch of a car on the gravel of the drive and  she opened the front door of the cottage and stepped onto the front porch. Down the garden she could see the grey shape of a large car gently nosing it’s way up the long winding drive, it disappeared behind some trees before re-appearing  on the apron before the front porch covered as it was with roses at this time of the year.

The woman driving the car waved gaily before undoing her set belt and opening the door. 

“Hi, Ann, you look pretty as a picture as always, come here and let me look at you”.

The older woman`s rich resonant voice expected and usually received instant abeyance, as befitted a senior executive with a large city media company. 

“It’s good to see you again, Conni, did you have a good journey?” Ann said as she walked to the boot of the car and pressed the boot catch.

Mrs Connor was pulling straight the dark grey suit she was wearing over her bulky figure.
Her voice became throaty and low as she said. “ Please come here, Ann darling, the luggage can wait”.

Obediently Ann walked over to the shorter stocky woman standing by the car.

“This is for you.”  Mrs Connor held out a bulky envelope, and as Ann took it she murmured,.

“Remember our agreement over the phone?”

Ann nodded, feeling the thickness of the envelope, knowing that Mrs Connor tipped well on top of the large fee.

She looked steadily into the grey eyes of her client and, after looking around the secluded garden, slowly and deliberately Ann turned her back on her.
 
Bending forward Ann grasped the hem of her cotton dress and slowly lifted it over her thighs and up to her midriff, knowing that she was exposing her tanned bare bottom to the older woman’s avid gaze. Ann heard rather than saw the woman crouch, then kneel down behind her, and gasped as she felt the touch of a rasping tongue on the skin where her buttocks split into a deep chasm. 

Bending further forward and straddling her long legs further apart she felt her cheeks being prized apart, and suddenly experienced a flash of hot lust as the thick tongue of the woman licked at her anus. 

Relaxing, Ann allowed the insistent tongue to enter the rose hole of her bottom and  staggered slightly as the strong hands of the powerful woman grasped her thighs to gain purchase and probe the nether regions of the younger woman.

Ann looked down at the pearl tipped fingernails of  the hands grasped around her thighs, noticing the large diamond ring on one finger, and beyond her slim legs Ann could see the large flattened breasts of the kneeling woman against the backs of her thighs, the dark fabric of her business suit contrasting with the light tan of her spread apart legs.

A warm tongue laved and licked the full length of her bum crack, and Ann felt her sensitive anal ring being nibbled and a gentle suction  applied to her central core. 

Then with a smacking kiss in the crack of her bum, Mrs Connor stood up and spun Ann around.

“I have been thinking of nothing else all the way down here”. Mrs Connors husked as her steady grey eyes set in a strong square face looked straight into Ann’s`.

 “Now  I have a treat for you”.

Wordlessly Ann took the other woman’s hand and led the way into the cottage into the guest bedroom where she had earlier laid the groundsheet.

Ann lay down on the bed face up and wriggled so that she was half way down the large double bed, she turned her face to the woman standing beside her and watched in fascination as Mrs Connor eased the tight skirt of her business suit up over her chunky thighs. Her muscular legs were encased in dark stockings, and soon the suspenders came into view, the startling white of her upper thighs contrasting  with the black mesh of the nylons.
White cotton panties came into view and Ann gasped as she saw how the front bulged out into a large pouch in which she could see the dark shadow of her huge black bush that strained against the thin cotton.
Lifting her tight skirt was more difficult for the older woman now, and she wriggled as she tried in vain to raise her hem further over her firm round belly.

The bed shuddered as Mrs Connor  placed one knee on the edge and shook as she swung herself over the head of the girl on the bed. For a moment Mrs Connor looked down into her clear blue eyes, then she straddled her stomach over Ann and settled down over her waiting lips.

Ann took a deep breath, but prepared as she was, it was still a shock as the bulk of the large woman settled on her face. Mrs Connor’s panties pressed down on her, and through the fabric she felt the wiry springiness of the hairs of the woman’s bush.

Ann opened her mouth and took in the thin cotton, biting it and worrying at the flimsy material by shaking her head from side to side, Mrs Connor helped her by easing up slightly to allow more room. Ann felt the fabric, sodden now from the juices from the excited woman mixed with those from Ann’s mouth, part with a faint ripping noise, and Ann burrowed into the dense mass of pubic hairs.
The warm flesh parted on each side of her mouth and the thick labial lips  rolled over her licking tongue and as Ann took a tiny breath the oily smell of the woman’s rich gash assailed her, and  giddy with lust, Ann  probed her tongue deep into  her client’s slit.

Sweeping up the wet furrow, Ann heard the panty fabric rip again and she felt the hard nub  of Mrs Connor’s clitoris nudge the tip of her tongue, she enfolded it into her lips, sucking strongly on the rigid inch long knob. The thighs engulfing her face tightened, and Ann was forced to wriggle free for a moment and cry out, taking a gasp of air as she did so.
Ann saw the grave face of the woman above her look  down in concern. 

“It’s all right, darling, as always you’re a bit too much for me!” Ann smiled up at her.

To reassure  her customer, Ann grasped her thighs and pulled the woman down again, the labial lips now enfolding most of her face, Ann licked strongly up then down to  the entrance to her cunt. 

There she forced her tongue as far she could up the dark void, before rimming the entrance to find the tiny pee hole, her tongue tip trilled against the little nub and she felt it tremble and a little spurt of fluid hit her tongue.
Mrs Connor raised herself  a few inches off Ann’s head and looked down at the flushed face of her lover, stickily wet from her juices.

“Ready, Darling?” she whispered.

Ann nodded, taking a deep breath that brought with it the heady and heavy scents of a  mature woman in strong heat.

Mrs Connor took her labia in her sturdy fingers and held the thick lips apart, revealing the shining wet deep red flesh within. 

From the pulsing peehole there suddenly emerged a thick stream of dark yellow fluid that hit Ann forcibly on her face, forcing her to screw up her eyes as the hot liquid gushed in a powerful jet that opened her lips as it played onto her mouth. Ann opened her eyes again to gaze at her client looking down as she deliberately opened her mouth fully to let the stream, still strongly jetting, play onto her fully extended tongue and over it into her mouth. 

With a sigh from Mrs Connor, the stream of  piss thinned down to a gentle arc that fell on Ann’s  chin, then to a dribble from the woman’s long vagina, now with the nether lips closed, with the liquid twinkling as it coursed down the central crinkled line, over the tendrils of  black wiry hair at the junction of her thighs and onto the younger woman’s slim throat and neck.   

 Eagerly, Ann reached up and swept her tongue from the base of the wet valley above her, the fleshy pads of the pudenda parting sickly as she swept on into the pulsing void of her hole, gathering up the last remaining drops before she reached the top and sucked into her mouth again the throbbing clit.  Ann applied her full lips to the organ stop, her nose now free of the wet channel to breathe in the wild forest of Mrs Connor’s thatch.

She reached up to grasp the full breasts of the woman above her, and she squeezed them through the fabric of her jacket. This was the final straw for her partner, and Ann felt the clit pulse and a gush of moisture enter her mouth.
Ann drew the liquid into her mouth, then eased up on the bed so Mrs Connor could look down and see her dribble the fluids out of her mouth.

The two women gazed silently at each other, the strong hands of  the woman cradling and stroking the flushed stickily wet face of the young girl between her thighs, Ann`s short blonde hair clinging in wet strands around her face.

 Then the woman above her shifted slightly. leaning backwards so now her face was covered by the cheeks of Mrs Connors large fleshy bottom, panties still dry and intact over the twin globes of the woman`s rear, Ann set to the task of  ripping the fabric again, nipping at the taut cotton all over the full contours of Mrs Connor`s buttocks, finding at last the weak spot at the base where she could worry at the tear that came from the front. 

The rip was louder this time as the panties were dry around the back of the lady`s hips.  

Now Ann  could see the pinkly white expanse of her bum, with the long dark shadow of the deep crack up the center of  her heart shaped buttocks. 

Grasping her thighs again to gain leverage, Ann eased into the shadowy chasm, and felt firm cheeks part on each side of her face, the strong smells mixed with the warmth and moisture of the woman`s sweat whirled Ann`s senses again as she probed for the other woman`s anal rose. 

Licking deeply up the valley she felt the wiry tendrils of  anal hair catch at her sweeping tongue and she folded her lips about a strand and gently pulled it before she returned to the crease center and found the ridges of the pucker. In the center of the star shaped wrinkle she felt a tiny hole and probed with the tip of her tongue,and with some prodding entered the hidden tube.

Slipping now easily in the warm mucus lined walls of the inner anus, she felt the older woman above her tense, and to prolong  her enjoyment she withdrew her tongue. Ann felt a deep excitement as she watched the O of her anus contract slowly to pucker shut again, and applied her mouth to the trembling sphincter, sucking strongly at the sensitive rim, till she felt the woman shudder and knew she had had the second of what would be many orgasms during the weekend.

Ann guided the squat hips above her down on to her  chest to where the round globes of her bum mashed the sticky juices into her erect nipples and firm breasts.

More light returned as Mrs Connor swung off Ann and knelt by the bed. 

“Oh Ann,”  she breathed as she covered the young womans sticky face with kisses,” All week this has been saved for you, I so enjoy my visits to you, did you enjoy your treat?”

Screwing up her face under the frantic kisses of the older woman, Ann gasped,

 “Wow, I guess you needed that!”

Ann escaped  to the huge bathroom to shower off the sticky substances the woman had smeared on her, Mrs Connor joined her in the double shower and they giggled together as they soaped each other down, joshing about the copious quantities of cum and piss that had erupted from the bulky female. Mrs Connor kissed Ann deeply as the spray lashed down, and Ann returned the kiss, her hands around her head  entwining in the short greying curls, sucking forcefully with her lips clamped to the invading tongue of the older woman. 
 
Then she smacked her plump bottom playfully and  laughing, skipped out of the  hot spray.

“I`ve a surprise for you.” she said as she towelled herself dry.

“What is it , Ann darling.” Mrs Connor enquired, sudsing up her hair in the shower.

But Ann had already left to go to the bedroom from where she gaily called out, “It would`nt be a surprise if I told you, now would it”.

PART TWO

Ann busied herself at the stove, heating the homemade soup, listening as the bubbling sounds blended with the twittering of the birds in the trees outside the door of the secluded cottage. 

In reflective mood, she could sense the heavy atmosphere of sex in the confines of the cottage, so recently the scene of urgent lovemaking with her long established client.

She was startled a few minutes later when she felt the strong hands of her female client creep around her at the stove and grasp her breasts.

Laughingly Ann wriggled and scolded the woman for being a danger to life and limb but relaxed in pleasure as the kneading of her breasts stimulated her nipples under  her  crisp  blue cotton dress.

“What`s my surprise?” she asked for the second time.

On the repeated reply “Wait.”, Mrs Connor reached up on her toes and softly kissed the nape of Ann`s neck under the short sweep of  blonde hair,  before turning to sit at the kitchen table.

Ann placed  steaming bowls of vegetable soup on the table and urged her to break the loaf of homemade bread and apply the fresh local butter liberally. Eagerly they both consumed the snack, the flavors tasting keenly as they gazed at each other in avid expectation.  

After carrying in her luggage and seeing  Mrs Connor comfortable in the main bedroom she would be sharing with Ann that night, Ann made her excuses to `go and tidy up`, and suggested that she take a nap.

Ann took her mobile phone out of the cottage and made a  secret call. Afterwards she pondered on the message from her `surprise` that she would be accompanied by her aunt. Ann wondered how they would cope with the aunt but then shrugged off the worry, if it cramped their weekend then so be it, she concluded philosophically.

But Ann had sensed an expectant urgency in the young woman`s voice.

Watching the butterflies dance in the hazy heat of the midsummer afternoon in the garden she recalled how she had contacted Jane.

On her last visit she had been fucking Mrs Connor with a strap on dildo, the fat slap of her trim stomach on the firm protruberance of her client`s firm belly sounding clear above the steady squish of the pistoning tool in her excited sex.  When she had cried out `Jane, oh Jane` in the throes of her passion. Ann had teased her about this and after at first denying it Mrs Connor had eventually admitted  Jane to be her secretary she had lusted after secretly for several months.

Ann catered for the secret fantasies of her female clients so had made enquiries through her friends in the city and had found out that her precious Jane was in the habit of frequenting a lesbian bar in the town. 

Last week Ann had visited the noisy bar and made contact with Jane who, she was delighted to find, was a pretty twentysomething redhead. She had regarded her boss as someone unapproachable, but as she had always admired her she readily agreed to join the party.  

So, after securing her assurance of confidentiality, Ann had invited her down for the weekend to surprise her office superior, but now Jane was bringing her aunt, which she had`nt expected.

Casting a last look around the pretty garden with it`s colorful beds of summer flowers, so well tended by John during the week, Ann returned to the cool interior of the cottage, the clear call of a dove from across the valley, following her into the silence. 

Deftly peeling and preparing the farm fresh vegetables for the evening meal, Ann mused on the series of events that had led her into being a hostess catering for closet lesbians.

Ann had been an eighteen year old  Chalet maid in a ski resort in Switzerland, looking after the parties of  skiers by cooking for them and cleaning the chalet. 
Early on. she had found she did not enjoy getting drunk at the rowdy `apres ski` parties; she much preferred to occupy herself quietly in the evenings. 

One day the mother of one of the riotous ski party boys had sprained her ankle, a common enough accident, and rather than drag her plaster encased leg to the Taverna had stayed behind in the chalet with Ann. 

Ann smiled to herself as she remembered that evening, Pamela Fflyte-Hamilton, or Pam as Ann had come to know her, had been, and was still, a beautiful society hostess with a lovely smile and a trim figure that belied her forty odd years. She had watched with fascination as Ann delicately embroidered a cushion cover. In the silence of the room, for Ann never had the radio on if she was alone, the only sounds were the occasional soft thuds of falling snow from the eaves of the chalet, and the soft foldings of the cloth under Ann`s nimble fingers. 

“I used to do that years ago” she quietly said, a faraway look in her eyes. 

Ann could feel a deep sensation of warmth within her soul.

“Help me with another cushion I am working on.” Ann had replied.

Ann had reached into her workbag to produce a square of richly textured taffeta, the Edelwies flowers picked out in white on the softly folding green of  the heavy cloth.
Deftly selecting the colors and threading the needle, she  sat beside her, gently giving advice and hints as the woman bent to her task in the strong light of the table lamp by her side. 

Ann noticed that Pam was crying, the tears coursing down her cheeks in a silent outflow.

“Why are you crying, you are doing it very well” Ann had softly said.

“ You are so lovely,” came the whispered reply, and Pam had looked up at her with  her eyes bright with tears, her dark hair framing her heart shaped face.

Without thinking Ann had bent forward and kissed the womans lips. Then with an embarrassed cough she had straightened up and awkwardly apologised.

“I`m so sorry, I don`t know what came over me, please forgive me”

 Pam had smiled, and put aside the needlework and opened her arms to the standing girl. Ann had settled herself on the woman`s knee and placed her arms around her shoulders as she sank into a deep kiss where the pink tongues soon entered the other`s fragrant mouth and played like dolphins in the warm recesses behind their wide open lips, Ann tasted the lipstick and other sweet flavors from the older woman`s mouth and reeled back giddy, she had not kissed that way before, and had not even a kissed a boy.

“I`ve never done this before.” Breathed Ann, but her senses told her it was right. 

“No more have I, dear.” replied Pam closing her arms around the pliant girl and enfolding her vermillion lips again on the full mouth of the younger female.

Talking and kissing they discovered that while they had dreamed of willing female lovers they had both never before actually made love to another woman.

They were both assiduously sewing when the boys returned from their drinking and Pam and Ann had to endure much loud but good natured ribbing as they inspected the handiwork of the two ladies.

The next day it had been easy for Pam to suggest that her boys visit a ski slope down the valley, and after seeing them off with much ribaldry from the boys that they expected to see the Bayeaux tapestry when they returned, They had driven off down the valley. The sound of the motor dwindled into the peaceful calm of the snow clad valley.

Wordlessly Ann and Pam had looked at each other, each knowing the other`s thoughts.

Pam had taken Ann`s hand and led her into the bedroom. Slowly she had undressed the trembling girl by sliding off the plain white woollen dress that Ann had already loosened, then swiftly removed her  cream silk shirt, followed by herdark blue pleated skirt, unclipping her pink bra and and skinning off matching panties, which Ann reached out  to help  over her cast, before climbing into the bed along side her; slightly awkwardly with one leg in plaster. 

Although it was ten in the morning, Ann remembered how excited she had been and how Pam had trembled as they placed hands on to the sopping slits that both wantonly displayed to the other. 

Ann kissed and looked, kissed and looked, then kissed Pam`s small breasts and was amazed at the turgid nipple that sprang from her white mound. 

Low moans came from above her as she trailed small licks and  kisses down the soft rounded belly to the tuft of hair at the base of the older woman`s stomach. 

There a  thick aroma hit her senses and Ann knew that something important had entered her life as she swooped with open mouth onto the crinkled slit of the trembling woman, tasting for the first time a sweet acrid tang on her tongue. Through her enclosing arms, she felt shudders coursing along the slim body of her partner. 

By teasing the small, nether lips part, Ann  revealed a shocking red wetness inside the gash. Licking tentatively at the wet valley, Ann felt a hard bobble of flesh, which she knew  gave her pleasure when she stroked it during masturbation, so she suckled the nub of flesh, Pam bucked and her pelvic bone struck Ann`s nose,  and she heard  the woman`s anxious enquiry. 

Shaking her head and mumbling in the hot wet folds that she was OK, Ann gently inserted a finger up the waiting hole, she sensed the gathering tension and felt a gush of moisture cover her mouth and face, bringing with it new tastes that sent her mind reeling as she held the white, and widely open, thighs tightly and glued her lips to Pam`s throbbing core.

As the tremors subsided she looked up to see the smiling tearful face of the older woman gazing adoringly at her.

“It`s been so long, so long, oh thank you Ann Darling, oh thank you, thank you.” 
Pam breathed as she swept Ann up in an ardent embrace and kissed and licked her flushed and damp face. 

They both laughed in relief as they lay on the bed facing each other, fingers gently tracing the contours of the others hair, nose and mouth.

Then they giggled again as Pam complained of a tickling under her plaster, and they joyfully sought out long thin objects to insert down inside the white casing to ease the itching.

It had been a  day when they both knew that a wondrous thing had entered their lives and they spent the whole of it in lovemaking.

Ann smiled as she recalled the rest of that week when they had been in each other`s arms at every opportunity, and the mutual sadness when the party had to return home.

She had looked at females with new eyes, but was too shy to make any approaches to anyone, and her heart leaped in the following week when she answered the phone to find Pam on the other end.

“I`ve missed you so much, Ann sweetheart,” the low  urgent voice of Pam came down the line “Life is so empty without you, please come over here.”.

And so it had come about, Ann had been slightly overawed by the luxurious mansion that Pam lived in, and it was with some relief that Ann learned that she was to live in the holiday cottage owned by the family. 

The society matron became a frequent visitor to the secluded cottage and the love affair between the two women ripened into a deep friendship. That had been eight years ago and Pam was now only an occasional visitor but their regard for each other  was as strong as ever and Ann was gentle in her caresses of the slim matron. 

Now Ann owned the property, paying off the mortgage by entertaining female clients.

Ann hummed in contentment as she recalled how Pam [who was still in the closet] had introduced her to her friends. Mrs Connor had been the first, Pam, as owner of the multi million dollar Media business, had noticed how fraught her chief executive Mrs Connor had been getting, so she suggested the use the country cottage for a weekend  of rest and recuperation, with Ann acting as hostess as she did for the rest of the family.

On her first visit Mrs Connor had been intrigued by this young girl who seemed so content, cooked so marvellously, yet had no television or radio, and occupied herself with simple country pursuits such as walking, gardening and of course needlework. But she had entered into the spirit of the life and found as the weekend progressed that she was relaxing in the peaceful atmosphere, where the songs of individual birds, some nesting in the eaves, could be heard through the open windows of the country cottage. 

Resting in the clear country air and savouring the home cooked fresh food brought her  a new dimension in her life in a way she had never experienced before. 

The atmosphere over that weekend became steadily more relaxed as they fell into contented routines about the cottage and garden.

When she left on the monday morning she embraced the young girl and kissed her cheek. 

Later on in the day Ann received a call from Pam asking what she had done to Mrs Connor; 

“She`s a new woman, bright, vibrant and alive, you have worked a miracle my dearest one!”

So for the next two weekends Mrs Connor had been a regular weekend visitor, and Ann  felt herself drawn to the older executive lady who lived in a fast paced world so removed from her own. She could feel  the warmth from Mrs Connor as their talks ranged over many subjects, for although Ann rejected  TV and radio, she read books extensively, yet  her knowledge of the world was greatly enhanced by her conversations with her guest.

As the visit continued Ann could perceive an underlying strong sensuousness between them.

But the final goodbye kiss had been just as friendly as on previous weekends.

But then Pam unexpectedly drove down  and told Ann that Mrs Connor had confessed that she had fallen in love with Ann, and what was she to do about it?

“She is so embarrassed about it” Pam had said, “ she has regarded herself as divorced but straight, and these feelings for you have shattered her.”.

Ann mused on how the deep friendship between Pam had enabled her to speak freely of her own attraction to the powerful Mrs Connor, but what was she to do?

“You must charge her as if it was a business transaction”, said Pam firmly, “in that way  she will indulge herself without any feelings of guilt”.

“But won`t you mind,” Ann had asked her friend, lover and benefactor.

“Our relationship is too strong for it to matter,”she had said matter of factly, “and we must see you secure for the future”.

And so it happened. 

The next weekend Mrs Connor was silent and moody during the first day, unwilling to talk as she prowled around  the lounge, dressed, as she had been in previous visits, in a well tailored but businesslike jacket and figure hugging skirt in a fine worsted grey. 

But Ann had sat her down and told her she liked women sexually, and she was available for anything the woman wanted to do, and named the sum Pam had suggested as a `business fee`.

Mrs Connor had agreed at once and immediately wrote out a cheque so far in excess of the amount requested that Ann still remembered her feeling of stunned shock years later.

“What do you want me to do?” Ann had asked , still sitting gazing at the cheque in her hand.

“Act like my lover for the weekend, show how much you want me by making me do nasty things.” Mrs Connor had said in a low voice, “ I want to be your plaything, Ann my love.”

Ann paused in her meal preparation as she remembered their first hesitant sexual encounter,  and  the feeling of power she felt.

“ This sum deserves the best I can give you Mrs Connor” Ann had said, “I love all women, and adore mature powerful females like you, so please stand up and show me your body.”

Ann remembered how she had worked at looking stern as the older woman had meekly stood in front of her and awkwardly removed her well contoured jacket, the lining showing a bright cerise as she laid it carefully on a chair, this was followed by the lightly pleated skirt and silk shift, which she allowed to drop to the floor before stepping out of them and stooping to pick up and toss them onto the jacket. In  substantial brassiere and knickers that covered almost half of her fulsome stomach, and extended some few inches down her sturdy thighs, she stood trembling in front of the seated younger girl.

“Come over here and turn around” Ann had ordered.

Ann recalled how she had decided from the start to be thoroughly nasty if requested, so now she slapped the full panty clad buttocks in front of her, then moving the panty to one side she had inserted a finger boldly into the bum hole of the standing executive woman.

”Is that nasty enough for you?” Ann  had asked cheekily.

Ann chuckled to herself at how liberating it had been to be the paid employee of her female lovers. Since then Conni, Mrs Connor, had been a regular visitor and had readily joined in the games Ann had devised for their mutual enjoyment.

Now she was having an afternoon nap while her secretary was travelling down with her aunt to make up the weekend party.

`Jane will have to sleep in the same bed as her aunt` mused Ann, but surely there must be more to this than meets the eye, Jane was quite clear about the nature of the weekend, after all they had tumbled giggling into bed together last wednesday after Ann had sought her out at the lesbian bar, and they had fully enjoyed each other`s firm young bodies.

Shrugging, Ann completed her meal preparations, placing the plates as quietly as she could on the scrubbed kitchen table, made preparations for the additional visitor, before wandering into the bedroom where Mrs Connor lay asleep on the double bed, the strong steady sound of her slow breathing filling the silent room.

This was a regular event between the two of them, and as usual Mrs Connor had loosened her bra and had removed her skirt so she had only a silk shift covered her chunky thighs. 

Ann eased herself onto the bed so as not to wake the sleeping woman, and softly eased a breast out of it`s  D cup bra, the nipple stood out pink and firm on the massive hillock of her generous bosom. 

Ann bent over it, barely able to hold the heft of it with one hand as she sucked the wrinkled nipple into her mouth. Her other hand found it`s way under the cream silk shift onto the luxuriant pudenda of the older woman, and probed through the wiry hairs gently into the warm folds of her long slit, finding the tiny bud of the clitoris and rubbing it slowly.

Mrs Connor stirred, and Ann felt the nipple engorging inside her mouth, she looked up as the woman`s eyes opened and watched as a slow smile crossed the stern face of her lover and client.

“OOOOh, you know how I always love being woken by you this way “, she breathed, as she adjusted slightly on the bed to allow Ann more access to her quim.

Ann released the nipple with a plop and inspected the result of her ministrations, it was blood red and stood out like an organ stop on the huge white bosom , swiftly, Ann freed the other breast and applied herself  with equal vigor to the other nipple, which soon reached an equal erection, as was the clit under the stimulation of her slender fingers, only slightly hampered by the constraints of the shift enclosing her hips and upper legs.

Then with a sound kiss on Mrs Connors lips, Ann stood up by the bed.

“Our surprise will be arriving soon,  see you at the front door, Conni Darling” 

Mrs Connor made a small moue of exasperation as the hands and lips were removed from her, but she got up readily enough and Ann could see she was excited and intrigued by the prospect of surprise visitors.

It was only a few minutes later that the crunch of  tyres on the gravel of the drive to the cottage, announced the arrival of the new guests, and  Mrs Connor joined Ann in front of the cottage in the bright summer sunshine just as the estate car drew up.

Ann heard Mrs Connors gasp as she recognised the driver of the car as her secretary, Jane, but then the car doors were open and Jane smiled at her boss and called out to her gaily. 

“Pam suggested we surprise you this way, when Ann and I met last week,  I hope you don`t mind, Mrs Connor”.

After quickly glancing at Ann, Mrs Connor replied. “Of course not Pam, it`s great to see you, and do please call me Conni while you are here”.

Jane hesitated, then approached her boss. “OK..Conni.....”, and she embraced the shorter bulkier woman and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Conni visibly blushed and reached up to the taller younger woman and brushed her cheek with a fleeting kiss on her cheek by the corner of her full red lips.

 Then they became aware of  an elderly woman standing at the side of the car wearing a lilac cashmere top with a deep v revealing smooth skin that reached below her small bosoms, the creases on her  camel colored trews arrowing down to neat dark brown court shoes.  

“This is my aunt Carol, “ said Jane making the introductions  to the other women.

Ann studied Jane`s aunt and saw a tiny slim woman in her late fifties with a sweet face framed by a  sweep of greying auburn hair, now moving slightly in the light summer breeze. The family likeness was quite marked, their eyes were both of a deep green and full lips both curved upwards slightly, only the taller younger niece had the flaming red hair that cascaded over her shoulders in a tumbling  mass that reached almost to her waist. Jane`s flaming red bolero jacket and pencil skirt seemed to clash with her deeply auburn tresses, until you took it all in with the deep red stiletto shoes and tawny stockings, the whole melding into a warm ensemble of  striking fieriness. 

Ann admired Jane again, but felt a quickening of excitment in her breast as she gazed at the elderly woman, and she scented a possible new client. She had catered for elderly women before and found them profoundly satisfying.

Ann helped in bringing in the luggage, the wheels scrunching on the gravel, then thrumming along the flagstoned kitchen floor, to the silence over the carpeted lounge and into the guest bedroom. There had been a brief embarassment as Ann had to quickly remove the waterproof groundsheet from the guest bed, She had forgotten it was there, but she noticed the swift looks exchanged between Jane and her Aunt Carol. 

Then  after helping them settle in to the guest bedroom, Ann had ushered them into the garden where Ann led them to the garden chairs and parasols she had laid out earlier, and made them comfortable with cold drinks and  magazines.

As they settled down she announced that she would be taking her usual afternoon run, and was taken aback when Jane asked if she could join her.

Readily agreeing, Ann had fitted her out with the spare jogging suit she kept in her `props` cupboard, and both suitably attired, they set off down the drive, leaving the two older ladies comfortably lounging on the lawn in the shade of the wide umbrellas.

The two young women jogged down the lane, but Ann was not surprised when Jane motioned for her to follow her into a small copse, and still less surprised when Jane enfolded her in her arms and  kissed her full on the lips.

“ I`ve thought of little else since last wednesday” Breathed Jane between frantic kisses, 

“Let`s make love”.

Ann knew Jane liked it straight and simple so nodding her agreement she swiftly removing her track suit bottom then Jane`s, and  quickly arranged herself in the classic sixty nine position on the grass in the secluded copse. 

Eagerly the two women licked and probed at their open labias, tongues seeking turgid clits, while their strong slim arms entwined the other`s thighs and hands grasped  firm buttocks. They came together in a juddering climax that left them both giggling helplessly as the passion drained away. Ann adjusted her position so she was laying facing the girl, combing with slender fingers the massy locks of red hair away from her flushed face.

“ Wow! that was something else” Ann gasped.

Jane  gave a nod, her lips bright with Ann`s juices,”you are such a treat, lets do it again”

But Ann had laughed gently and reminded her partner that the whole weekend stretched ahead, and could we pace ourselves a bit...please!

Jane had laughed in turn and standing up the two women held each other at arms length and drank in the other`s beauty.

They were both tall, just over six feet, slim with pert breasts, but whereas Jane`s red hair cascaded in rich folds down to her waist, Ann`s hair  was a short blonde sweep on her head, the tresses barely covering her ears. Both had wide sensual mouths, but Jane`s nose hooked slightly where Ann`s was straight and somewhat snubbed.

Both their waists were slim enough to emphasis the wide flare of the two girls hips, although Jane`s buttocks were the more generous of the two. Long slim legs were now gently crossed; with Ann`s inside the spread legs of Jane, the trim blonde bush of Ann on a level with the tangled red growth of pubic hair that Jane sported at the base of her flat stomach.

Smiling, they kissed deeply, grinding their still tumescent pudendas together, still clad in track suit tops, but both naked from the waist down.

They looked around at the rustling green trees surrounding them and donned their clothes again before jogging out into the lane. The run was now neccessarily brief, but when they turned back into the drive leading to the cottage, Jane motioned for Ann to follow her as she crept through the garden to where the older ladies were sitting.

Ann peered through the foliage and at first could only see Mrs Connor lying face down, now wearing only her tan cotton shorts, on her sun lounger, the other being empty, then a slim arm appeared around her back and she realised that Aunt Carol was underneath Mrs Connor and they were kissing! 

Jane tugged her arm and they retraced their steps to the entrance gate.

“I know Auntie is a fast worker, but she surprises me every time”Jane had grinned at Ann, and they made loud scuffling noises in the gravel as they made their way up the drive, to find the two women demurely on their respective loungers quietly reading.

Aunt Carol looked up. “Enjoy your run, Dears?”

“Yes Auntie,”replied Jane, “did you enjoy yourself too?”

Aunt Carol looked sharply at her niece but made no reply.

Ann  mentioned  tea and they all brightened as she suggested that they allow a few minutes for her to shower and  make preparations.

Jane shared the same shower and they swiftly soaped each other before Ann dried herself and hurried into the kitchen to make the tea.

It was a gaily chattering four ladies who set about the rich fruit cake baked the previous day washed down with copious quantities of  the tea which refreshed even on the hottest day.

After tea Ann stayed behind when the others returned to the garden , but was surprised when Carol returned and silently took up the towel to commence drying the dishes, the clink of the china sounding loudly in the cool of  the kitchen.

After finishing Carol put down the towel and took an envelope from her handbag.

“Jane has explained the situation to me, Ann, and this is for you”

Ann took the envelope opened it and removed the cheque it contained.
She whistled when she saw the amount and that it was made out to her.

“This is too mu...”

Carol silenced her by putting her finger to her lips.

“I am sure you will be good value.” said Carol reaching up to place a kiss on Ann`s mouth.

Ann quickly looked out of the window to confirm that her other guests were still sunbathing, and motioned Carol to follow her.

In the bedroom she turned to the elderly woman and said, all business,

“You can do whatever you want, Carol, I love older ladies and can give them great pleasure”

Carol looked steadily at the young woman before her and deliberately and slowly  turned so that her back was to Ann.

Ann needed no further prompting and she fell to her knees to where her face was against the older woman`s trews` clad bottom, feeling the waistband ease as the catch was opened, Ann lowered the light brown trousers to her ankles.

Trailing small kisses over the cheeks of her arse, Ann eased aside the thin strip of  light blue silk  panty covering her hips and nosed into the small cleft of her buttocks, sniffing appreciatively at the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faint stronger smells underlying all. Ann looked at the small pucker of the older woman`s anus and gently licked it with her pink tongue. She heard the woman sigh above her and straddle her legs further apart, as far as her trews around her ankles would allow her. She bent forward and Ann could see the beginnings of her tiny slit with its halo of reddish grey pubic hairs. 
With a strong sweep Ann licked from one crack to as far as she could reach of the other under her belly. then she gave a quick kiss to the star shaped pucker and pulled up the trews before standing up. Gently turning the smaller woman around, Ann gazed down at her.

“We understand each other now, but I would like very much if you would stay on after the others leave on monday so I can get to know you better.”

Carol looked gravely up at Ann. 

“I would like that very much, Jane can return with Conni”, and she hugged the slim form of the younger woman and kissed her soundly on the lips before breaking away and returning to the garden and the others.
   
The sun was visibly lower in the sky when Ann asked if anyone would like to see the video that she had been sent from her friend in Hollywood.
Ann opened the cupboard that housed the monitor, she only had video in the lounge. She had not planned to show the tape but after Carol`s generous cheque, Ann was determined to give good value.
 
There were two wide soft leather settees in the lounge and Mrs Connor sat in one and patted the space beside her for Carol to sit down, This she did, the pliant leather making tiny crackling noises, and snuggled up to her. Jane and Ann exchanged glances and when Ann sat beside her after setting the tape took hold of her hand.

In the expectant silence of the room the video started with a well known actress in a one piece swimsuit speaking to camera.

“Hello friends, this is a tape made for women by the women of Hollywood, we are not  manhaters but we do love the ladies, so relax and enjoy, but please respect our discretion and keep this knowledge to yourselves”

Then the camera panned back to reveal a poolside scene populated by several couples, all female. The sound of splashing and happy chatter was heard as the camera swept over the couples, both in the pool and beside it,  seated in chairs or at the pool  edge, with bare legs swinging idly in the lapping water.

The bright colors of skimpy swimsuits contrasted gaily with the tanned skin of their oiled limbs. Most were bare breasted, some younger girls totally nude.
.
Carol and Conni excitedly recognized stars of their youth with younger starlets, and Jane was startled by some she recognised too, Ann appreciated the beauty of the girls while  few were known to her as she watched no television and only rarely watched videos.

But she remembered Helen alright, the hostess on the vid, she had been a visitor last year with a big Hollywood star and they had thoroughly enjoyed their `quaint` cottage weekend. Now Helen had sent Ann her private film collection of lesbian lovers.

As the camera closed in on each couple in turn they spoke a few words about their love of pussy, Ann looked over at the other couch and saw that Conni`s hand was around Carols and  they were whispering to each other as each  couple appeared on the screen.

Ann got up and switched off the main light so that in the gathering twilight of the approaching night the only light was from the tv screen. When she returned to sit by Jane. Jane removed her bolero jacket and Ann  felt an arm go around her shoulders so she snuggled into the embrace. 

Across the room she could dimly see Carol`s small hand under Mrs Connor`s suit jacket, encompassing the large breasts of Conni, and caressing the full contours.

In the silence of the lounge the video boomed out as each couple in turn talked of their lesbian experiences as they undressed and stroked each other.

Ann smiled to herself; the weekend was shaping up well, her guests were compatible to say the least, and she was recieving two fees where she had expected only the one from Mrs Connor. 

After half an hour Ann had whispered to Jane that she had to prepare supper and left to go into the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
She busied herself  laying out the ham freshly sliced off the bone, new baked bread and salad bowl 

Ann peeked back in the room to see that the main feature was playing, a three way steamy lesbian flick where two women love the same girl, Ann knew it ended with all three tumbling into bed together, and she listened through the open adjoining door to the heavy music and love noises, so timing it that the meal was ready just as the film was ending.

The trio came into the kitchen chattering excitedly about the stars they had recognised, and friendly arguments broke out among the ladies as to who were present in disguise.

 They all munched happily at the fresh food washed down with a crisp Chardonnay well chilled.

Ann was content to sit and listen, she enjoyed this feeling of manipulation, she was recieving two fees yet the clients were enjoying each other! 
She reviewed the meals she would prepare, for she knew that well cooked farm produce was a vital part of her weekend breaks, the produce was supplied by her neighbour Dawn Arnold for free, in return for `favors`. This jogged Ann`s memory and she called out to the seated ladies;
“Our weekend is only just beginning, and there is another surprise for you in the morning!”   

PART THREE

After the happy group of women had stayed an hour chatting nibbling at the last morsels of the supper  and polishing off the wine, Ann reminded them that tomorrow was  the first full day of their weekend, and she had a little something for them in the morning to look forward to.

Jane and her Aunt Carol had kissed the two other women and Ann accompanied them to the guest bedroom.
There she made sure they knew where everything was in the en suite bathroom and  showed them the cupboard door behind which there was a TV with full satelite services available to them if they cared for it. 

Ann had decided many years ago that she would meet the world on her own terms, so she consorted with whom she liked and allowed no external influences into her ken., so although it had been many years since she had watched television or read a magazine, but she always catered for her clients and did not impose her preferences on them.

Like two bunnies the two women snuggled into the bed and expectantly turned up their faces for the kiss Ann bestowed on  aunt and niece before turning out the light and entering the master bedroom.

There she found Conni, Mrs Connor, seated before the vanity mirror applying scents and brushing her hair.

Ann seated herself on the edge of the bed and faced her client.

“I hope you liked my surprise, and don`t feel I have `outed` you.”

Conni turned on her stool and  replied, “ No, it is high time for me to get Jane out of my system, and her aunt is a peach, so thank you, Ann, you have brought so much rich experience and joy into my life.” Conni`s dark grey eyes glowed in her strong square face as she gazed levelly at her friend and consort.

Ann returned the look to the mature forty year old executive who was now clad only in a diaphanous teddy with her full deep breasts pressing out fulsomely against the filmy fabric. Ann`s eyes travelled down over the rich curves of her full belly to the dark luxuriant bush between her ample thighs.

Conni noticed the direction of her gaze and moved her legs apart so as to apply the brush to her sprouting black pubic hair. 

“I know how much you like my pussy, Ann dear”, husked Conni as she pulled the bristles jerkily through the thick wiry growth at the base of her belly.

Ann stood up and announced she would wash first, but Conni held out a restraining  hand, looked up at the younger woman saying quietly, “Don`t wash down below, darling,” Ann nodded and moved through to the en-suite bathroom.
After brushing her teeth and applying scent over her unwashed privates, Ann inspected herself in the mirror.
Tall, just over six feet, she touched up the ruby red lipstick on her full lips, applied dark blue eyeshadow, then ran her fingers through her short blonde hair, letting it fall just a little untidily over her ears, she ran her eyes over her taut firm breasts, flat stomach and trim waist to the small tuft of blonde hairs  at the junction of her hips and long tanned legs, turning to look at her pert bottom, Ann patted it approvingly and walked backj into the bedroom.

Mrs Connor [for Ann kept thinking of her as such], was lying nude on the bed with a towel under her head.

Ann knew from past weekend visits what her lesbian client wanted and swiftly stepped up onto the bed and squatted over the woman`s head. 

 Ann looked down at the grave strong face of the woman below her and let a tiny dribble of yellow fluid escape from her  vagina, Mrs Connor  rolled her head from side to side catching the droplets, then raised her head slightly to lick at the shaven bold gash with the blonde tuft above, licking up the drops that remained. 

Silently Ann eased up and reversed on the bed and squatted again, this time with her ass rudely poised above the matron`s face. 

Ann felt strong hands grasp her bum cheeks and pull her down and she felt a thrill as the thick tongue swept up the crack of her buttocks, Ann knew that she was reasonably clean as she knew that too strong a smell can be offputting, but she had evidently gauged it right  in spraying scent over her natural body aromas, as she felt the wet warm touches of her tongue and heard Conni snuffle and kiss all over her nether regions.

Then it was Ann`s turn as she first wiped then kissed Mrs Connor`s face after which she lay down beside her allowing the full breasts of her client and lover to enfold her own firm smaller tits and as she joined her lips to those of the eager woman as their fingers explored each other`s quim. 

Sliding down her body Ann took in the engorged nipples, the deep dimple of her belly button, then slowly round the curve of her full belly where the dark hairs started in delicate tendrils down round the curve of her stomach in a herringbone pattern, increasing in density steadily to the rich growth of the pussy she adored, here Ann tugged at the long hairs with her teeth, before probing insistently through into the dark ruby chasm of Mrs Connor`s snatch.

It was`nt long under the attentions of Ann`s knowing tongue before Mrs Connor started whimpering and clawing at her hair and shoulders and bucking as Ann sucked strongly at her labial lip;. rolling them into and around  her mouth.

When the shudders had subsided, Ann enfolded the older woman gently into her arms and  after a few words of endearment both soon drifted off to sleep.

Ann slowly  awakened, aware  now of the sunlight streaming in from the window and  she listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen. `That will be Dawn, my favorite  farmer`s wife come to prepare breakfast`. Ann thought.

Dawn Arnold supplied the produce from her farm and cooked most of the cakes and savories Ann served up to her lesbian clients.

Ann heard the guest bedroom door being opened and knew Dawn was bringing in the breakfast, she could hear the murmer of voices then a burst of laughter as they were receiving their `surprise`.A full ten minutes went by before the guest bedroom door opened again and Ann heard Dawn return to the kitchen. 

Ann knew she would be next, so she gently shook Mrs Connor awake. Conni was fully awake and shaking out her  hair as Dawn walked into the room carrying the breakfast trays, but above the two trays Dawn`s magnificent breasts stood out, pink proud and free, the huge nipples a dark ruby red with tiny drops of white on their turgid tips. 

Obviously the two next door had helped themselves fully to their `surprise`.

Conni smiled broadly at her old friend and sat up to recieve her tray heaped with cereal and  eggs and bacon with freshly baked bread.

Exchanging pleasantries Dawn poured out the tea for Mrs Connor, then leant over the bed to squeeze one of her breasts so that a stream of milk  entered the cup, then she shifted and allowed the woman to suck avidly on the other breast.

The teat plopped out and Dawn moved around the bed to Ann where the other tray was placed before her and the tea milked, Ann looked her friend and saw a sturdy country woman with a round face with a pleasant smile,  blue eyes and a curled mop of dark brown hair. Her square shoulders set off a deep chest from which sprung two amazingly taut and firm breasts, Dawn had a tweed skirt on but they could see her flaring hips and could guess at the muscular legs  below.

“Those two next door really gave these titties of mine a good go”, said Dawn in her flat country accent, “I`ll be very mazed if you can get anything further from them for a bit, Ann my poppet.”

But there was a loving look in her eyes as she cradled Ann`s head so she could reach her engorged nipple. Ann placed both hands around the mammary and pressed from the base, with her mouth a few inches from the blood red teat. She was rewarded with a thin stream that sprayed erratically over and around her open mouth.
Laughingly Dawn looked down then bent to lick her dear friend`s face, finishing with a kiss on her forehead.

“Sit beside us Dawn,”said Ann, “I have a proposition for you.”

Dawn sat on the edge of the bed and boldly helped herself to a piece of bacon and a slice of bread, munching happily she said, “What`ll it be my deario, a show? With little Tina I suppose” Ann nodded and said “The usual terms, Dawn, about eight tonight alright?”

Conni beside her cheered, she had seen the exhibition Dawn put on and she looked forward to repeating the experience.

The large countrywoman  got up from the bed which gave a slight heave in relief.

“Any more Conni dear?” she asked Conni, who was still munching her bacon sandwhich, hefting her breast suggestively.

“ Yes please, Dawn,  but they might want seconds next door when you collect the trays”Conni said. 

“Plenty for all, my dearios”, replied Dawn cheerfully.

Dawn placed the breakfast things by the door and returned to Conni`s side of the bed . where Conni had slipped down the bed and released one of her breasts from her peignoir. Knowing what was expected Dawn leant over the supine woman and applied her  lips to Conni`s  breast, equal in size to hers but not as firm, allowing Conni to 
suckle her teat at the same time.

For a good few moments they remained thus until Dawn straightened up revealing Conni`s flushed face, with a small dribble of milk at the corner of her mouth.

“Thank you darling”, Conni husked, her eyes bright.

Sweeping out with the trays they heard her knock at the guest bedroom door and the cheerful  reply of `enter`.

“She will be there some time I think “ Conni said

Ann nodded in agreement, in all the years she had known Dawn she had never dried up, and there was indeed always plenty for all when she was around.

As Ann showered she thought that she could afford to push the boat out this weekend, as she had two potential regulars in Jane and Carol if they enjoyed the second half of their weekend as much as the first.

Dressing in a simple summer frock of bright yellow cotton, Ann sparingly applied makeup and inspected herself in the mirror, pretty as a picture, she thought to herself. and after tucking Mrs Connor in comfortably, who had decided to have a little lie in, 
Ann knocked on the guest bedroom door and entered on recieving a happy `come in`.

“Dawn was was wonderful treat, Ann, and so are you dear, you look lovely, does`nt she Jane?” Carol smiled and looked alongside her at her niece lolling on the bed, her red hair in disarray and spread over the pillows.

“I thought I had died and gone to heaven”, Jane said dreamily, I`ve not tasted such nectar before.”

“Have a lie in now, girls, while I tidy up and prepare for your further pleasure”.

Ann said as she fussed around the bed straightening the sheets and tucking them up again.

“We will be going into the village for the auction later today and I have arranged a special treat for tonight”.

Ann exited accompanied by twitterings of delight from the two females.

On entering the kitchen she found Tina busily washing up, chatting happily to Dawn who was applying the tea towel to the wet cups. Ann smiled as she looked at Tina, funny little Tina, she knew that the small lithe body concealed an amazing energy, and she loved the dancing dark eyes spaced wide apart in a frame of black hair set in a page boy cut.

“So we will have a good audience tonight, Miss Dart.” Tina said looking down to where Ann was writing cheques at the table.

“ Yes, Tina, you and Dawn will be much loved, and here are your rewards.” so saying, Ann handed the cheques to them both, and Dawn and Tina whistled in unison as they read the amounts.

“The ladies have been generous to me and so I pass it on, I`m sure you will show your appreciation tonight.”

Tina came over to Ann and bent over her, holding her wet hands away out to her side and kissed her  with her small mobile lips on the corner of Ann`s mouth.

Dawn followed, but when she bent down, the tip of her bosom in her jumper came into contact with Ann`s shoulder, and she visibly winced.

“Our two guests milked you well, did they?” said Ann, teasingly.

“They were like a couple of young heifers,” grinned Dawn, “Aunt on one side and niece on the other, a-pulling and a-sucking like I dont know what!”  But Dawn shifted to allow her sensitive breasts free air, to bestow a lingering kiss on Ann`s lips that spoke more about the feelings she had for the younger woman than any words.

Ann smiled at them both and walked out into the bright morning sunshine.

As she usually did Ann walked some way into the garden and looked around at the flower beds surrounding the secluded lawn, taking note of the jobs she would have to instruct young John, the gardener, to do when he started on monday, John; little bigger than the petite Tina, was one of the very few males Ann allowed into her life. 
Ann was not given to much introspection, for she had blotted out the painful memories of her childhood, where she had been constantly abused by her stepfather. Ann had never known a man, other than her abuser; she found all of her fulfillment in the company of females of every age and type. 

She looked back at the cottage, the sides covered with red and pink roses and thought again how lucky she was to have found a way of life that suited her so well, in a few years she would own the cottage outright, and she hoped and trusted that the friendship of her clients would endure even if the sex subsided over the years.

 As she walked by the side of the cottage to the small vegetable patch, Ann heard the sound of splashing and laughter from the bathroom, the deep booming voice of Mrs Connor accompanied by the giggles of Carol and Jane, `They`ve found the jacuzzi, then,` Ann smiled to herself. 

Last year she had re-modelled the dwelling, losing a bedroom but gaining a huge bathroom into which a large whirlpool bath had been installed alongside the double shower. A small bar in one corner completed the effect of making the room a splendid setting to enjoy the water sports that she so much enjoyed sharing with her clients.

After collecting the mail and papers from the box by the front gate, Ann returned to the cottage to find a flushed Tina busily dusting, but with a broad damp patch down the front of her red shirt and deep blue damp patches along the upper thighs of her jeans.

“You`ve met our guests, then Tina? Ann said lightly.

“Yes, Miss Dart, but I told them I must get on with the housework, I can clean the bathroom later.” Tina bent her red face to her task again, so Ann could only guess at the wet embraces she had been subjected to as she tried to tidy the bathroom with the three ladies in the Jacuzzi.
 
“You will get to meet them properly tonight, Tina, my love,” said Ann cheerfully as she playfully gave a light slap to Tina`s small pert jean clad bottom as she passed her  by.

Ann paused outside the closed door of the bathroom, but there were only the sounds of small splashes coming from the room now, with occasional murmerings, so Ann passed on into her tiny study where she busied herself with sorting the mail and planning her next weekend.

By leaving her weekdays free Ann had found that she remained fresh for entertaining her clients, so it was rare that she had visitors during the week, Carol was an exception, as she felt so generous a punter had to be treated well, and she loved the tender exchanges she so often found when fucking older ladies.

Weekdays were the time when her lover called, when Ann could relax and be pampered in her turn.

Regulars like Mrs Connor visited every few weeks, but next weekend was special as her old friend and benefactor Pam was calling with, as she put it, `someone you will be delighted to meet.` Ann smiled, her relationship to Pam was more like mother and daughter these days, but the old spark always flamed into life at some time during her visits, especially if another woman was involved too.

Ann was absorbed in her correspondance when a tap came at the door, she opened it to find Dawn standing there.

“ Are you ready to go to the auction, Ann dear, the others are by the front door” she said.

“Just finishing up, Dawn”, Ann replied, taking off her reading spectacles, “ have you prepared  for tonight?”

Dawn smiled broadly,”Tina and I have had our three weetabix, and we will drink lots of fluids during the day; we`ll put on a super show for you and your guests.”

Ann spun her chair around and sat  looking at her friend, who was only slightly less tall than Ann , but much more solid in build, the dark blue of her jumper emphasising the swell of her breasts, and the green tweed skirt flaring out over wide hips, presenting the picture of healthy, sturdy womanhood.

“Let me see if you are clean” ordered Ann .

 Dawn at once lifted her pleated skirt above her stomach to reveal sensible white cotton panties, she stood still as Ann rolled the office chair to where she sat beside the mature woman.
Ann took the waist band of the white pants and pulled them so they were halfway down the upper legs, the elastic straining against the thick swell of her thighs.
The bold gash of her shaven pussy always startled Ann every time she saw it but she took hold of the flaps of Dawn`s labia with her fingers, and after gently pulling them apart, inspected the pink flesh of her inner lips.
In response to Ann`s curt nod, Dawn turned around with an awkward shuffle and remained motionless as Ann parted the deep chasm of the full round cheeks of her buttocks, to gaze at the small O of  her anal sphincture, Ann leant forward and sniffed tentatively, satisfied then that the aroma was unmistakeable, but faintly erotic. With a quick slap on one cheek, Ann eased up the panties  and Dawn turned letting the skirt drop.

“Keep your privates just like that, Mrs Arnold, we want to excite our clients, not disgust them.....too much that is”

“ You can rely on me my Deario, plenty for all when Dawn is around, and I`ll see little Tina is right too, count on me”.

This last was over her shoulder as Dawn left Ann to complete her officework.

PART FOUR

Emerging from the cottage into the bright sunshine of the garden, Ann looked around for her guests and clients; she eventually spied them sitting on the garden seat in the orchard beyond the lawn. Conni was in the middle with her arms around Carol on one side and Jane on the other, both were kissing Conni, and caressing her breasts which were boldly on view.

“I see you have been getting to know each other better!” Ann exclaimed.

The trio started like guilty children, and Conni scooped her breasts back into her summer top.

“It`s alright you naughty things,” Ann trilled, “but we must away if we are to get to the auction on time.”

Chattering contentedly, the merry party, led by Ann, made their way to the garden gate that led out to the field, from where a path wended into the village a mile or so away, there they entered the hall to find they were in time to inspect the objects on sale for that day.
Altough set in a small village, the auction room had a wide spread reputation for auctioning good quality lots, and Conni and Jane soon found they had a mutual interest in Clarisse Cliff pottery. and Carol looked over the dolls as she collected them, so Ann found herself alone, studying the silverware, and especially a fine Georgian candlestick that was one of the later lots.

“It`s a fine example, is it not?”

A low voice murmered at her shoulder. Ann recognised the voice and turned with forboding to be met by the steely gaze of Mrs Gouder, local magistrate and  landowner, widowed these many years, but still taking a keen interest in the affairs of the village.

Too keen, said many, and Ann was uneasily aware that while she had always been discreet, in a small community it was sometimes impossible to keep all secrets, and she had been aware in the past of her forbidding gaze on her when Ann had come accross her in the village.

Forcing herself to sound natural, Ann replied. 

“This is the best I have ever seen, and it`s properly hallmarked, see, the dates are right for it to be late Georgian.” 

Mrs Gouder bent forward to view the markings, and Ann became uncomfortably aware of her large head capped by tight silver curls, a few inches from her face.

“ It`s good to find something genuine, is`nt it.” Mrs Gouder said in a low tone, and looked into Ann`s eyes. Ann felt herself shudder as the cold gray eyes bored into her. 

`What does this woman know?` she thought, but she again forced a lightness into her voice that she did not feel, as she replied. 

“ This would sit very well on my dining table, I might bid for it if it does not go too high.”

Without a word the woman moved away, and Ann breathed a sigh of relief, `she gives me the creeps,` she thought to herself.

But then the auction started and Conni was successful with the Clarisse Cliff vase she bid for, and when Jane, her secretary, dropped out of the bidding for a bowl made by the same potter, Conni whispered to her that she could have her vase, the look of gratitude Jane bestowed on Conni made Ann think that Mrs Connor would have an especially good time later on.

The Doll Carol won after a sharp bidding war, looked like a sad tattered thing in Ann`s eyes, but she could see by the bright radiance on Carol`s face that she was delighted. 

“It`s a really early German porcelain collectors piece,” she enthused.

The candlestick was announced as a particularily fine example and the bidding started fairly high, Ann bid and after the bidding rose found herself alone against an unseen bidder at the back of the room. As the bids rose to over a thousand a hush fell on the room. and when it reached two thousand Ann dropped out thinking she could buy two for that price, a ripple of applause spread through the room, and Ann, looking round spied Mrs Gouder, a triumphant smile on her face acknowledging she was the winning bidder.

“What a bitch,” thought Ann, “she knew I had my eye on that.”

The others consoled Ann as they made their way to the pub by the river, and Ann soon perked up as they all sat watching the boats pass gaily  by as they tucked into the crab salads the place was famous for.
It rankled with her though, she could not completely get out of her mind the forboding she felt about that severe woman.

Slowly the party made it`s way back to the cottage, taking the longer route along the river bank, and when they returned they picked flowers in the garden for the newly bought vase. 

When Jane asked Conni to help her in arranging them in her bedroom. Carol looked at Ann,  and whispered,  “I think my niece will show her gratitude to her boss, don`t you, Ann.”

Ann laughed and agreed; “and we could put your little dolly to bed too, could`nt we?”

Carol looked at her, then cradled the doll. ”Would you like Auntie Carol and her friend Ann to tuck you up in bed, yes you would, would`nt you.”

Ann followed Carol into the master bedroom and sat beside her, reaching over she stroked the doll`s face.

“Poor little dolly, so tired and so sad, lets see if we can cheer you up.”

Ann put her arm around the seated woman.
“
“If I hug your Auntie Carol, will that cheer you up?”

Carol turned the doll`s face to Ann and nodded it`s head.

“And if I kiss you and Auntie, will that help?”

Again the nod and Ann bent over and kissed the doll.

“Now kiss Auntie”, said Carol in a little girl`s voice, bending into Ann as their lips met.

Ann raised the doll`s skirt, revealing a blank pinkness at the junction of  the body and legs. “You`re a little girl doll, would you like me to be a little boy doll for your Auntie?”.

The doll nodded, and Ann went to the cupboard in the corner of the room, returning with a strap on dildo that she showed to the doll.

“I can pretend to be a boy dolly, would Auntie like that?”

Carol looked up at the tall blonde girl, then at the doll, and said in her little girl voice, 

“Shall we kiss it first?”

Ann put the tip of the pink plastic penis to the doll`s face.

“Now Auntie.”

Ann put the dildo to Carol`s lips, and she first kissed the penis shaped tip and then opened her mouth and  sucked it in.

Ann squeaked, “Naughty Auntie has eaten it!”

Carol choked with laughter, then squeaked in turn, “No I have`nt, look it`s all wet for you to put in Auntie.”

As Ann pulled her dress off her head and removed her panties, Carol squeaked,

“Look, Dolly, Auntie`s friend is going to be a boy dolly for you.”, then in an even squeakier voice; “Oh goody, and  a boy doll for you too, Auntie,  give it another kiss, but don`t eat it!”

Ann laughed as she adjusted the strap, the damp dildo standing boldly from the base of her flat stomach,  she moved to where the penis tip nudged the doll`s face. 

“Me first “ squeaked Carol, “now Auntie!”

Ann looked down at the slim elderly woman as Carol absorbed the full length into her mouth sucking it in and out in a steady but gentle motion before withdrawing.

Ann trilled to the Doll, “My boy dolly thing is all wet, would you like me to make your girl dolly thing all wet too!”

Ann brought the doll up to her mouth and licked at the pink porcelain at the base of  it`s stomach.

`What I do for my clients`, she thought, `Who knows where this has been, probably been handled by some dirty child, or that wretched Gouder woman!` Somehow the thought that the severe woman had touched the doll  caused Ann to redouble her licks, but she was brought up short by a tug on her arm.

“ Me now,” squeaked Carol, “Dolly wet enough now.”

Ann looked across the bed to where Carol was now lying naked with her legs wide apart, her small breasts lolling on her tiny ribcage.

“Shall we make Auntie all wet for boy dolly?”

Ann made the doll shake her head as she spoke, then nod as Carol kicked her. 
Ann placed the doll on Carol`s softly rounded midriff, then stretched out at the foot of the bed so her mouth was against the grey speckled pudenda of the woman,  who tossed her head in sudden shyness as she saw the much younger woman approach her  naked private parts.

With gentle licks Ann probed the sparse pubic hairs into the tiny slit of Carol`s vagina.
Bolder, Ann swept her tongue along the full length and felt the nub stiff at the top of her slit.

“Auntie likes it Dolly, Auntie likes it a lot” 

`And Auntie will get it ` thought Ann, as she extended her tongue fully up the oozing slit of the woman lying before her on the bed.

“Auntie ready now, dolly” squeaked Carol, “ Auntie ready!”

Ann wriggled up on the bed and eased the dildo into Carol`s cunt, first secretly and deftly greasing it from a pot she kept just under the bed as she did so.

Even greased, it went in slowly, `so Auntie has not had many dollies recently`, thought Ann, suppressing a giggle.

Ann raised herself on her extended arms, and slowly drove the dildo in and out , watching intently Carol`s face,  noticing for the first time the deep laughter lines radiating from the corners of her pale blue eyes.

Carol  stroked the young woman`s breasts and kissed the doll as Ann continued her gentle thrusting into the soft folds of her sex, slowly allowing the woman time to feel her orgasm build.

In a normal voice Carol softly said,  “Thank you, Ann, this feels so wonderful, thank you darling, thank you.”

Then her face contorted as tears coursed down her face, and a trembling started that Ann could feel from where their stomachs touched.

Ann collapsed onto Carol, the dolly forgotten and trapped between them, and kissed the sobbing woman as the orgasm shuddered through her.

Ann stood up, retrieved the doll, kissed it and placed it in the arms of the watching woman, when Carol made to speak , Ann silenced her by putting her finger to her lips.

“ Sleep now, my darling, dolly will look after you”

Ann crept from the room, pulling the curtains closed as she left, leaving the older woman curled up with her doll in her arms.

Ann went out into the garden, and saw with gratitude that Tina, bless her, had put out the sun loungers and umbrella. Gratefully she sank into the nearest one, pausing only to remove the strap on dildo, dropping it to the side before relaxing into a deep slumber in the late afternoon sun.

Ann awoke with a start to find the sun low in the sky, thought,`I`m late with preparing the tea,` Picking up the somewhat forlorn looking strap on, she hurried into the kitchen, but there she found the happy bustle of Dawn and Tina putting the finishing touches to the meal.

“We thought we`d come over early and help out, my deario” chortled Dawn, “and it was a good job we did, what with you a-lyin` there with your dildoll thing beside you, sparked out to the world.”

“I thought you looked lovely, Miss Dart” Tina said shyly, I wanted to kiss you awake but Dawn would`nt let me.”

Ann crossed the kitchen and embraced the little girl, then became aware of her nakedness and hurried from the room into her bedroom, where Carol still lay asleep on the bed, the doll still tightly in her embrace.
Ann quickly showered and peeked into the guest bedroom to find Conni and Jane asleep entwined in each other`s arms, one substantial leg of Mrs Connor across the slim midriff of her young secretary.

Dressed again in a simple blue dress, Ann rejoined her helpers in the kitchen, and insisted they have something to eat too. But they protested that they felt bloated enough in preparing for their show, but accepted a bottle of wine to take into the outside summer house while they dressed.

The bustle in the kitchen had awakened the other guests, and when Ann returned to the bedrooms she found they were all awake and getting dressed.

“Tea in five minutes” she called out, and recieved a happy chorus of OK`s in return.

Ann grabbed a sandwich and gulped a glass of wine before the  three ladies came into the kitchen, Ann invited them to help themselves , and excused herself saying she had preparations to make before the show started in half an hour`s time.

And it was barely enough, for she had to take stools into the bathroom, open up the bar there, and lay the groundsheet on the guest bed in case it was needed, and rush out to check on Dawn and Tina.

She could hear the giggling as she approached the summer house door, opening it Ann saw  Dawn dressed in her Dutchgirl outfit, complete with smock, embroidered blouse and clogs, on her head a blond wig with pigtails that curved out to each side, both with blue ribbons tied in a bow. Her face was made up with white powder with red patches on each cheek, her lips made up in a red cupid`s bow, and complete with huge false eyelashes, she looked like a very sexy pantomime dame and Ann laughed and applauded, as Dawn placed a finger to her chin, simpered and bobbed a curtsy.

Then from behind her little Tina appeared, and Ann drew in her breath, she was dressed in an immaculate black morning suit, with tails, striped trousers and spats, patent leather shoes gleamed brightly on her tiny feet, her hair, already in a page boy cut, had been plastered down with haircream, and her eyebrows thickened and the same greasepaint used to provide a slim moustache under her pert nose. Tina grinned at Ann as she drew herself up smartly, executing a little bow, before donning a tall top hat that made her face look appealingly small and vulnerable.

The pair linked arms and smiled at her.

“Will we do,” said Dawn, “I could`nt find Tina`s walking stick so I`ve had to use this cane instead.” Dawn held up a cane used for  growing runner beans, but Ann waved her approval and praised their efforts.

“You both look marvellous, we will expect you in ten minutes,alright?”

As Ann walked back to the cottage she wondered again at the shock she felt on seeing Tina in her suit, she looked just like John the gardener, and Ann found that strangely disturbing.

When she returned to the kitchen they had finished the tea and cakes, and they happily followed when Ann ushered them into the Bathroom. She seated them on stools around the bar, from behind which she poured out drinks.

She noticed that while Conni and Jane were wearing simple summer dresses, Carol had on an expensive looking velvet evening gown. Ann pulled her to one side.

“Can I  advise you to put something else on, Carol, dear, you don`t want to get something as lovely as that gown spoiled.”

Carol looked sharply at Ann , nodded, and hurried into her bedroom, she re-emerged a few minutes later in the cotton dress she had worn earlier on, just as a noisy bustling in the kitchen heralded the arrival of the cabaret.

Ann just had time to see Carol to her stool and go behind the bar before Dawn entered the bathroom , walking in sideways with two large buckets on the ends of  a wooden pole draped across her shoulders.

Everyone gave a huge cheer as she made her way around the empty jacuzzi to the clear space behind it in the corner af the large room.

“I`m Sarah the Dutch milkmaid. Hello, my dearios!” she said loudly, 

“I SAID, HELLO MY DEARIOS!!”

The party by the bar happily shouted back-”Hello my dearios”, and collapsed in laughter as they took in her costume and makeup.

`Sarah` leaned forward conspiritorially, “you know we`ve got mice in this `ere windmill, don`t you?”

She placed the buckets beside her and waved her arm to indicate the building.

“And those mice are noisy!”, so saying she took out a tape recorder from one of the buckets and switched it on.

Immediately the room was filled with the song , `The mice of old Amsterdam` 
Dawn danced with surprising grace as she mimed to the words, everyone joining in the chorus as the mice went-----

    ` TIP TIPPETY TAP ON THE STAIRS! `

The song finished and Sarah hushed her audience,saying “I`ve told Sir Jaspar the landlord about the mice, but you know, he just don`t care!

A loud boo came from the tape.

“I SAID, HE JUST DON`T CARE!”

This time everyone booed along with the tape.

“But hush, my dearios, hear he comes”.

Dramatic music played just as Tina made her entrance, striking a pose with an evil grin on her little face, and her cane held threateningly aloft.

Loud and prolonged cheers greeted her appearance, and Dawn had to pause the tape as the happy party cheered and clapped their little friend.

Dawn restarted the tape and sinister music filled the room as Sir Jaspar placed a hand to his face and conspiritorially told his audience; “Little does she know I placed those mice in her windmill to drive her out, I have had a super offer for the land to build a supermarket on it!”

The boo from the tape was a little late, but nobody cared, even Ann, who had seen the show several times, had tears of laughter streaming down her face as she booed with the others.

“Oh, Sir Jaspar, I`ll do anything if you`ll let me stay!”

Silence descended on the room as Sir Jaspar strutted slowly around the Jacuzzi to where Sarah stood meekly holding up her hands clasped in supplication, walking slowly around her; the tiny pert figure clad in immaculate tails contrasting with the much taller full bodied figure of Sarah in her peasant girl`s dress, Carol giggled nervously as she took in the scene, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue she had taken from the box on the bar beside her.
  
The music started, a low seductive string melody, and Sir Jaspar lifted Sarah`s skirt with his cane and  bent down to look at her sturdy legs.

“Anything, Sarah, my dear?”

Sarah nodded dumbly, looking around and down at her landlord.

“You know, I`ve always wanted to milk cows, but we`ve nothing to practice on!”

“Try Sarah”, called out Conni, and everyone at the bar joined in; “Milk Sarah, Milk Sarah!”

Sir Jaspar looked at his audience, leaning back and tilting his top hat back on his head,

“You know that`s not a bad idea.”

Sarah faced her audience: “You lot calling me a cow!”

When they all yelled YESS!! ecstatically, Sarah grinned and gave a curtsey, holding a finger to each dimpling cheek.

Sir Jaspar continued to inspect Sarah for a moment until the music changed to an insistent pounding beat.  
Sarah pulled down her blouse exposing her magnificent breasts, and Sir Jaspar darted around behind her, where he was hidden from the audience, but his hands appeared around Sarah and grasped her breasts.

“Gently, Sir Jaspar, I`ve had a couple of young hiefers at them already today”, this last was spoken with a significant glance at Carol and Jane, who collapsed against each other in helpless laughter.

“Now, Sir Jaspar, Squeeze and Pull, Squeeze and Pull!”     

In time to the beat of the music Sir Jaspar pressed the two huge mammaries together,Tina`s small hands could barely hold them, and she  pressed the firm tits in and pushed forward, helped by Dawn`s strong fingers squeezing at the base.
A thick stream of milk erupted from her stout nipples and sprayed over the Jacuzzi.

The watchers screamed in laughter as they cried out between gasping for breath.

“SQUEEZE AND PULL, SQUEEZE AND PULL!”

 At each stroke of Sir Jaspar`s hands a fountain came from Sarah`s breasts, thinning out now to an erratic arc that went everyway, the milky drops now forming patterns in the floor of the jacuzzi.

The pounding rythmn stopped and Sir Jaspar re-emerged from behind Sarah.

“How did I do?” he asked, and a loud cheer went up.

Sir Jaspar turned to Sarah.

“The garden needs watering, can you do that?”

Sarah nodded and took a  bucket , placing it in front of her. Then she fussed around her skirt hem  until the music changed to `An English Country Garden,.`

Lifting her peasant dress Sarah planted her sturdy thighs apart, opened her labia and released a thick stream of piss which arced out over and into the bucket, they all sang the words as the stream continued for an amazingly long time before quietening down to a little gush, then a dribble that Sir Jaspar collected with his hand and put to his lips, smacking them appreciatively.

Loudly over the song, he cried, “AND IT NEEDS FERTILISING TOO!”

Those all around the bar cheered and sang as Sarah turned around and bent double, flicking her skirt over her back to reveal her full bottom, she parted her cheeks and let rip a ripe fart. Dawn looked at Ann apologetically, but Ann shrugged at her smilingly, but she grabbed and used the airspray she kept under the bar all the same.
But she need`nt have bothered; all were singing lustily with eyes glued to the distinct dark hole in Sarah`s  posterior.

The room seemed to shake as a huge cheer erupted as the turd appeared, and it was prolonged and was accompanied by helpless laughter as it grew and grew out of her bum, till like cigarette ash that refuses to fall, it hung over a foot long from her flushed bottom.

With a shake of her hips the lump fell into the bucket and the watchers gasped with weak laughing sobs as the song pounded on unheeded.

Sarah turned and inspected the full inch of the steaming turd that poked out of the bucket with a mock rueful grimace at her audience, as the song ended she faced Sir Jaspar.

“I`ve something to tell you, Sir bleedin` Jaspar!”

A fanfare from the tape.

“I won the lottery last week, and it is me who is buying the Windmill!”

She poked the suddenly contrite figure in the dinner suit in his chest.

“So what can you do for me?”

“Anything, my dear!” replied Sir Jaspar looking up at her winsomly.

“Well I can`t practice milking on you, can I”

Sarah turned to the audience in mock amazement as they cried out,

“Oh...... Yes you can!”

“Oh..., no I can`t, it`s a feller!”

“Oh..... yes you can..., he is`nt” came the happy shout.

Sarah undid the jacket and pulled aside the shirt to reveal Tina`s small pert breasts.

“So he is`nt my dearios; well we know what we can do now, don`t we?”

Sarah bent to the tape and restarted it, joining with the others in the chorus of  

“SQUEEZE AND PULL!”

Ann made her way out of the bathroom at this point, after ensuring that the ladies still had full glasses, and entered the kitchen, she could hear the delighted shouts and singing as she prepared the supper, and imagined little Tina  having her small breasts squeezed, no milk of course, but her nipples always grew to a startling size under Dawn`s attentive fingers. 

As the strains of  `an English Country Garden` came through the door, she could picture the trim little figure barely able to raise a stream before it dribbled down her legs, but she had beaten Dawn before in the size of her turd, and they had a competition between them to see who could produce the largest single one.

Ann cleared the lounge for dancing by placing the settees to the sides, and set several cd`s in the deck. There had been silence from the bathroom for some time, but Ann assumed the audience were demonstrating their appreciation of the show, and as she thought this Dawn and Conni came out with their arms around each other happily chatting, at the door to the garden Dawn kissed Conni and said she was just going to get changed, she would rejoin them in bit.

Conni turned to Ann , her stern face now mobile with delighted smiles, Ann noticed the stains on the front of her dress, but did not draw attention to them, merely gestured to the waiting supper on the table.

 “Suppers ready” called out Ann, and Tina tripped in, her jacket and skirt over her arm with her upper body naked, distinct lipstick marks visible on her pert breasts and face, followed by a somewhat sheepish looking Carol and Jane, Jane`s hair tousled and her lipstick smeared.

Tina skipped out of the door with a merry wave back at the women. and Ann urged the ladies to eat up.

This they did with increasing relish as they tasted the canapes and delicate sandwichs that Dawn had prepared and brought over for Ann to serve.

The two cabaret artistes appeared to the loud clapping of the women, Little Tina quietly leaving them to clear up the bathroom, an act of kindness that Ann rewarded with a  grateful lingering kiss when she discovered it had been done, later in the evening.
  
In time the ladies drifted into the lounge, where the table lamps only dimly lit the room, and soft music played. 

Conni and Jane slow danced in the middle of the room, Then they sat in a dimly lit corner and Ann could see them earnestly talking.

Dawn and Carol sat on the  remaining settee in the other corner chatting and giggling as they relived the show.

Ann found that after she had kissed Tina, the little girl had dragged her into the lounge, and enfolded her in a close embrace and now she spun slowly to the music, keenly aware of the petite eighteen year old clinging tightly to her body.

“I love you, Ann”, Tina whispered, and Ann looked down to her small face shining up at hers in adoration.

“I think the world of you too, my poppet.” Ann lightly replied, but danger signals flashed, and she looked significantly at Dawn, who took in the situation at once, and after whispering to Carol, gently took Tina from Ann.

“It`s time we were going, my dearios.”

The party of women gathered outside the cottage to see the pair off in their jeep, with much hugging and kisses.
It felt a bit flat in the cottage as they returned but when Ann reminded Conni and Jane of their early start in the morning, they trooped off to their bedrooms happily enough.

As  Ann and  her client Dawn were preparing for bed, she asked her what she had been saying to Jane, all huddled up in the corner.

“As you know,Ann,” she replied, “I`m Jane`s boss, and we were just deciding how we would act when in the office.”

“I suppose it will be awkward for you both.” Ann observed.

“Yes, but she`s a sensible girl, and she has not taken advantage of me in the past,” 

Turning to Ann , who was stripped to her panties, she said, “I will be eternally grateful to you for bringing me out more, we have all had such a wonderful and happy time this weekend it only serves to remind me of the years I have missed in the closet.”

Ann walked over to the seated woman. and put her arm around her shoulder. “Better late than never, they say, and you have certainly made up some lost ground  in the last two days!” 

They both laughed, and Ann gently kissed her forehead, easing away the black, slightly greying locks from her forehead. “would you like a nice gentle fuck to send you off to sleep, Conni, Darling?”

Conni nodded, looking up at the twenty six year old woman. 
She prepared herself on the bed and watched avidly as Ann strapped on a big black dildo. 
Reaching under the bed Ann removed a gob of grease from the pot and slowly smeared it over the knob, looking steadily back at Conni`s eyes.

Without removing her gaze, she positioned herself on extended arms between the outstretched thighs of the waiting woman, and eased it slowly up her gaping quim.

As she slowly fucked she talked over quietly the events of the weekend, and they giggled and  even argued over certain parts of it, Ann saw her face soften and Conni`s hands dropped from Ann`s breasts as the orgasm, deep and slow, overtook her.
Afterwards Conni looked at Ann quizzically. 

“Thank you for offering, Conni darling, but I am alright, Just seeing you happy is enough for me.”

Conni asked Ann about Dawn when they were settling back down into bed, and Ann told her that while Dawn loved women, she was also married to a very nice farmer, whom she loved as much as anyone. Conni grunted her disappointment, and after kissing Ann rolled over to go to sleep.

Ann lay awake for some time. reviewing the weekend in her thoughts, and well satisfied with her memories. Only two things worried her, the forbidding Mrs Gouder, and the picture of John that little Tina had evoked.

PART FIVE

Ann was up early the next morning, and after breakfast stood alongside Carol as they waved Mrs Connor and Jane off, Jane now very sober looking in a dark blue suit and with her long luxuriant red hair pinned up.

As the car disappeared down the drive, Ann knew what to do, she had serviced several elderly clients before, so she went around the garden with Carol listening to her advice and prompting her with questions, then she settled alongside her in the greenhouse to follow her instructions in grafting cuttings. Ann praised her wide knowledge and shushed the older woman when she protested she was no expert.

They saw John working in the orchard, and Ann introduced Carol to him, he smiled and bobbed  in his shyness, and got on with his work as they moved away.

“What a nice young boy, Ann dear, you know, if my husband had been more like him , I.....”

Carol stifled a sob, and Ann looked over to see that her face was crinkled with sadness.

 But Ann ignored this and walked with her into the cottage where she suggested to Carol they get out the sewing machine and set about making a new dress for her doll,  Artlessly; she produced the same yellow cotton that was left over from the homemade dress she had worn That Day, and looked on with pleasure as Carol clasped it to her bosom, eyes bright with joy.

“This will suit  dolly-Ann just fine”, she murmered.

Ann left her to it, returning later with a tray of cakes and a pot of tea, Ann sat by praising her stitching and helping as and when she could; sipping her tea and scolding the absorbed woman when she ignored her cooling cup.

Ann got out her box of buttons and fetched the dress from the laundry box to ensure she got the right type. Then she collected the doll from it`s pride of place on Carol`s dresser,  and took off the sad little outfit, `but it`s  still part of her: Before,` whispered Carol, as she placed it carefully to one side.

Ann knelt beside her as she completed the little dress, and  eased in between her thighs as they pulled it over the head the pink doll, Carol looked at it adoringly, fussing and patting the tawdry sparse hairs on the old doll`s head. `It will have a blonde wig when I see it next`, thought Ann, as she held up her yellow dress to display it alongside the Doll`s, and  thanked Carol for showing her just what can be done by an experienced seamstress.

Carol looked at her, Ann`s face close by as she knelt by her, and Ann saw the resolve cross her features.

“Now I must take care of you, young lady.” Purposely she laid the doll down and placed her small hands on each side of Carol`s face, and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

Ann allowed herself to be led by the hand into the bedroom and obeyed with quiet respect when instructed to sit on the bed, watching in silence as the curtains were drawn to produce an erotic darkness in the late morning. 

Ann pointed to the cupboard in response to Carol`s request, and nodded as a strap on dildo was produced. Ann helped her undress, and guided her in placing the straps around her slim hips, Carol winced as she pulled the notch of the strap one extra cinch, even after Ann had said it was OK.

Ann sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the shaft, as she let Carol undress her, she brought out the pot and opened it for her to slick the penis into a gleaming pinkness, letting Ann take one small breast almost into her mouth as she did so, and standing patiently whilst her nipple was kissed and sucked.

Then Carol knelt down and pulled off Ann`s panties, praising the slim legs of the twenty six year old as she did so; after which she trailed kisses up her thighs before reaching her womanhood. Gently but firmly, she pushed Ann back on the bed and eased her legs apart, reaching forward to place her mouth fully on Ann`s crotch, Ann gently caressed her head as the elderly woman licked and kissed her wet vulva, allowing full rein to the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her lips as the soft tongue deftly stimulated her pink nub, and rimmed the lips of her labia, patiently she waited, and smiled every time the woman looked up at her.

Opened her arms as Carol rose up and placed herself above her, she returning her open mouthed kiss with a fervour that set both women`s breath rasping in their throats. Ann helped her guide the glistening tool into her vaginal passage, and grasped her slim buttocks to aid her in the vigorous movements the wiry woman initiated.

Ann let herself  go completely, rolling her head from side to side and urging the woman on by commanding her to go deeper, deeper, aaah, deeper my darling, and frantically responding to the heavily breathing and gasping woman astride her; the strong crest of her come was genuine and prolonged, and she thrashed about on the bed, almost dislodging the slim female, but holding her steady with hands around her small buttock cheeks.

 As the tumescence subsided she flung her arms around Carol`s narrow shoulders and squeezed tightly, kissing all over the flushed woman`s face. 

“Oh that was marvellous, how did you do that to me, oh Carol my love, again oh, oh.” 

This last as Carol resumed a gentle motion that stirred the last embers into a sweet afterglow.

Ann brushed from her eyes the few blonde hairs that clung damply to her face and  smiled deep into the eyes of the triumphant woman, who now kissed her breasts and trailed down the bed, reversing herself so that the glistening knob was by her face. 

“Let me....”, breathed Ann urgently, as she undid the straps of the dildo, and kissed and rubbed the red welts left by the tight leather. 

“Poor baby it must have hurt.. poor little baby...” 

Ann nuzzled into the welts and kissed lightly along the raw grooves to the softly wrinkled stomach, then down to sparsely covered `v` of her  crotch where the strong scents of a fully aroused woman filled her nostrils. 

As Ann felt soft licks of Carol`s tongue around her still quivering sex, she plunged  her open mouth and mobile lips into Carol`s maelstrom of wet jerking flesh that erupted at once as her tongue made it`s first sweep down the small channel, a shriek came from Carol and she went limp as her whole body juddered.

Ann rolled her gently off onto the bed and hurried to the bathroom, returning with a flannel and bowl to revive her, Carol`s face was a deep brick red, but she came around quickly enough as the cool facecloth wiped over her face, and a beatific smile suffused her whole face with light. 

“I was good for you, Ann, was`nt I?”

“Wonderful, the best, yes, the very best.”

“You deserved all I could give you, and more, my most precious girlfriend.”

Ann continued with her gentle washing, the years falling off Carol as her skin glowed on the clear calm features of a fulfilled woman,

She ran the soothing cloth over her own face too, for she had truly enjoyed a transportation along with her female lover. She  had served best by enjoying the utmost efforts of her client, so contentedly Ann curled up and slept; enfolded in her proud lover`s embrace. 

Ann was awoken by a loud knocking on the front door.
As she disturbed Carol by moving her arms to get out of bed, she mumbled that it was someone at the door, sleep on.

Drawing her robe around her, she opened the door to find Ms Gouder standing there; a  black shopping bag in her hand, and a black bike close by against the wall.

“I`ve something for you,” she said curtly as she pushed past Ann and strode into the kitchen. Ann followed in amazement as the woman dumped the bag on the table and removed the candlestick from it.

“I have a proposition for you” She began, “if you will agr.....”

 Suddenly her attention was drawn to the other open door, where stood Carol, now in the classic pose of an ashamed nude woman, arms over breasts and hand on crotch, she had wandered in  half asleep; obviously expecting the visitor to be Dawn or Tina.

“You dirty sluts” Ms Gouder hissed venemously, “How can you flaunt your shame in the day like this.” 

Her hand came up and slapped Ann across her mouth, the heavy blow sending her careering into the dresser,  the violent collision sending several plates crashing to the door.

“Look at the welts on the trollop, what perversions have you two harlots been indulging in?” The angry woman pulled aside the chair and slapped Ann again.

Just then a loud shout came from the porch, there stood John, a garden fork in his hand.

Ms Gouder rushed by him and grabbed her bike, when Ann rushed to entrance, she was pedalling furiously down the drive, her dark  green tweed jacket flapping around her back.

To John`s anxious enquiry Ann said it was OK; they had just had a misunderstanding, and saw him off to his work again, then she hurried into the bedroom to find Carol in hysterical tears, frantically packing and saying between sobs they were not bad, and she must go now.

Ann rushed to the phone and dialled, praying for an answer, when Dawns` voice came on she said in a rush;`there is an emergency, please come now.`

Ann went back and tried to comfort Carol, but she was glad when Dawn swiftly arrived from her farm nearby,and grateful when she made no comment when Ann explained what had happened.

“Of course you must come with me, my deario, I`ll run you to the station at once” So saying Dawn picked up the bag and ushered her into her jeep.

Carol avoided eye contact with Ann and she could see her sobbing still as the jeep drove away.

Now she could collect her thoughts Ann felt deeply angry. How dare that woman interfere with her life and attack her in that way. As she looked at the developing bruise on her cheek where the slaps had connected she noticed that the candlestick was sitting on the tablewith the bag beside it, in her haste, Ms Gouder had forgotten to take it.

A fierce urge for revenge formed in her heart, moving to the cupboard under the sink, she got out the caustic soda and poured it into a bowl.

But as she picked up the silver candlestick the soft curves of the classic design caught her eye, and she realised she could not destroy a thing of beauty created so many years ago, so, pouring away the soda, she made a mix of flour, and , scrabbling through the condiment cupboard, a murky mixture into which the piece was immersed.

Swiftly getting dressed, Ann got her red Raleigh shopping bike out of the shed and pedalled off down the road,  the silver candlestick and  bag in the basket in front of her bike.

In the late evening sun, Ann pedalled furiously, she knew what she did for a living was not  considered normal by the world at large, but all her clients and helpers were willing participants, and they harmed no-one; and only spread joy and happiness amongst themselves.

The filtered view of the world that Ann maintained, ill prepared her for the fury that the woman had unleashed, but buried memories of  her abuse by her stepfather flooded back as she rode her bike fast along the country lane, and she knew she had to fight back, she felt her whole survival depended on it. 

Riding dangerously close to the ditch, Ann swung into the drive that led to the manor house, standing up on the pedals, she attacked the steep hill where the drive wound up through the shrubs and trees till the drive opened out onto a huge apron in front of the imposing house.

Grabbing the bag and throwing the bike down at the base of the wide semi circle of steps that led up to the front entrance, Ann  bounded up the steps, and grasped the massive door pull and heard the bell ringing inside. It seemed she stood there for an eternity, drawing breath in rasping sobs after her headlong ride, when the large door swung open to reveal Ms Gouder.
Roughly pushing past her Ann strode into the large entrance hall, turned and faced her adversary.

Taking the candlestick from the bag which she flung to the floor she cried, “You have taken the shine out of my life, now I`ve taken the shine out of this!” 

Ms Gouder looked in horror at the blackened candlestick, and, whirling round, closed the heavy entrance door, slamming a  bolt across, shutting them both inside.

Ann looked wildly around her, seeing the dark heavy panelling and  two shut doors to one side,  she placed the silver on the corner table and turned, still breathing heavily from the wild exertions of the angry bike ride.

The sudden blow from the woman`s fist in her stomach as she turned, caught her unprepared.

“You defile everything, you dyke bitch.” Ms Gouder rasped, standing over her as Ann retched helplessly at her feet, a pool of vomit forming around her face. 

Ann felt her hair being grasped and her face was ground mercilessly into the stinking gruel and she retched again, a dry painful heave as the last of her stomach spewed onto the polished wood floor, desperately, Ann grappled a thick leg and pulled it with all her strength, with a cry Ms Gouder fell back against a hatstand sending it and all its garments flying. 
As the woman lay by  her feet, Ann kicked out and caught her just under her green tweed jacket, and Ms Gouder retched, a great gob of yellow spew joining the other pool of stinking sick.

But Ms Gouder was strong, and she pulled herself to her feet as Ann still gasped for breath  and her fingers were again closed around her blond mane.

“Yes, you make us all, sick,  putting your mouth in all sorts of filthy places,” 

The low venom in her growling voice Ann heard only dimly as her face was rubbed in the thick pool of lumpy vomit from both women, the alien smells choking her breathing. 

Kicking out, she connected with a leg, and the woman fell heavily across her. the floor shook as Ann heard a crack as  her head hit the hard floor. 

Ann felt her face pressed hard against a  tweed clad stomach. The sour smell of the woman`s rough tweed cloth brought on anther dry heave, forcing her to suck in a desperately needed deep breath, and with it came the sharp acrid smell of an unwashed woman`s scent.

In a frantic heave Ann flung off the heavy torso, and staggered to the door, wrestling with the heavy bolt  until it reluctantly rasped open, as Ann pulled open the heavy door she looked back at her adversary,  on the floor amidst the spreading puke, her legs sprawled wide and feebly moving. The green skirt ridden up around her midriff, Ann stood transfixed as Ms Gouder  raised herself on her arms, her jacket gaping wide.

“Go, you piece of filth, go, you make us all sick!”

Ann reeled out of the door in shock, numbly took off on her bike, and freewheeled down the drive,  her mind filled with a last view of Ms Gouder, sprawled on the hall floor with her  blue knickers exposed, but it was the dark patch spreading at the center of them that sent her into a whirlpool of emotion.

Ann called Dawn on her return and relaxed as the homely voice assured her that she had been able to calm Carol down, and she would staying with her for the night,and after reassuring her that she was OK, Ann half heartedly prepared something to eat after which she took herself off to an early bed.

But not to sleep, she pieced together what she knew about Ms Gouder. There had been a Major Gouder once killed in a riot while serving in the near east. Although wealthy, and widowed in her twenties, she had resisted all male approaches made with an eye to her  farms and  large manor house. 
Ms Gouder  had dressed and acted many years in advance of her forty odd years, with  her prematurely silver grey hair curling tightly about her unlined face; a magistrate, she always dressed in tweed suits of varying dark colours, and had a reputation in the village for taking a greater interest in other peoples affairs than was comfortable.

Ann remembered the stern gaze she had been subjected to whenever she had encountered the woman, particularily at the auction. Again she recalled the first words Ms Gouder spoke as she entered the kitchen, `I have a proposition` she had said, producing the candlestick so expensively bid for. The vehement anger in attack, both here and at her manor house, was surely too much for the common distaste of homosexuals Ann knew existed in society. Finally the shocking dark blue patch on her exposed knickers.

Ann made up her mind, Ms Gouder was a repressed lesbian. It all fell into place, the candlestick proposition, the over-the-top anger and the signs of sexual arousal.

Ann had been catering for closet lesbians for years and her professional interest was aroused and she fell to thinking about her next steps, but images of the forbidding woman arose in her mind, and she recalled how she had thought of Ms Gouder handling Carol`s doll, and how she had redoubled her licks at the doll`s bare crotch as she recalled Ms Gouder`s sour smell of her tweed suit. 

Ann realised she was deeply aroused, and for the first time in years, she masturbated on her own, frantically and untidily fingering her sopping sex, pressing a hand to her bruised face to send sharp pains that delayed the final shattering orgasm that left her sobbing and limp. 

Sleep took her with her fingers still wet from her exertions.

The next day Ann slept late, and spent the rest in quietly reading and collecting lavender from the garden. She had a word with John and thanked him for protecting her.

“That`s all right, miss, that Mrs Gouder, the goader we calls her in the village, she is always strirring up folks.” John said,”I`d hate to see you and your friends come to any harm, if there`s aught  I can do just ask.”

Ann had looked down at his honest open face and patted his shoulder.

“I`ll take care of Ms Gouder, John, but thank`s for the offer, thank you?”

Ann pondered in her tiny office for some time, then wrote a short note expressing her sadness at their fight and asking forbearance for a lifestyle she found so repugnant, but in the privacy of their homes, harmed no-one, and was so enriching to her friends. She paused for a moment before deciding; sealing and posting the letter in the postbox at the foot of the drive.

Next day Pam arrived with her friend.

  

PART SIX

After greeting her old friend with a hug and kiss on the cheek, Pam turned to her companion.

“Don`t worry, Ann is a friendly soul, she cooks marvellously and has many skills most of us have forgotten or never learned.” 

The woman, a tired looking pretty woman in her late thirties, Ann guessed, smiled and looked at Ann with cool appraisal.

Ann was surprised she was not introduced to her, but assumed there to be a reason, so invited them on a tour of the garden first, as the kettle would take some time to boil as the aga was on low heat in the summer. 

With visibly mounting pleasure the two ladies toured the garden, now in it`s full summer splendour, coming across John picking the first of the pears in the Orchard, he gave a surprised look as he saw the visitors and shook Pam`s hand saying how pleased he was to see his old boss again, before turning in some confusion to the other visitor.

“It`s a real honour to meet you Miss Hawley, me and my mum, we both enjoy your work.”

Ann said “You know this lady?” and regretted saying it as they all looked at her in amazement.

“So sorry, Ann. of course you never watch television, do you, so you would`nt know this is Sue Hawley, the nation`s favorite newscaster.” Pam said, apologetically glancing at her visitor.

The woman spoke with musical tones, “I`m obviously not as famous as all that; it`s nice to meet you John, and give my regards to your mother.” She smiled and her face looked momentarily less tired,  “In avoiding television you`ve spared yourself a lot of tedium, Ann,  and it can be tiresome being so instantly recognisable everywhere.”

The two ladies accepted a basket of pears and made their way up to the cottage, where the kettle was now bubbling gently on the stove.

Over tea and fresh scones which all declared to be light as gossamer, Pam said. ”I `ve brought Sue along to take in the country air, I know you have only two bedrooms, so I will sleep on the put-you -up in the lounge.” 

A sharp glance at Ann forstalled her comment, but she insisted she would be the one to sleep in the lounge, and cheerfully suggested plans for the weekend as she cleared away the tea things.

Sue`s melodious voice filled the calm quiet of the cool cottage, “I would like to fall in with your plans Ann, someone who genuinely never watches TV must have an intriguing lifestyle.”

Pam`s smile was caught by Ann, and she threw her an affectionately dirty look, but she could see from the open face of Sue, that she had caught none of this interpay between the old lovers, as she continued to look at Ann with her tired astute eyes.

So Ann involved them in her current project, sewing and embroidering scent bags for her friends. They all helped gather the lavender, and hung them in the potting shed to dry, the ones she had picked earlier were placed into embroidered linen bags.

Here`s your`s Pam,” said Ann, and watched with glee the blush that suffused her face as she saw the ski motif picked out in white and red.

Light danced in her eyes as she thanked her old protege.

Sue was entranced and asked to sew some for her friends and family, so Ann setlled them in the garden under shading umbrellas with her sewing kits, where she left them happily making up motifs for each friend.

Back in the cottage she called Dawn.

“Glad you called Ann, my deario, Carol wants to talk to you.”

Carol came on the phone and sounded much calmer, happy in fact, as she explained that she had got over her trauma, but could she stay with Dawn for a bit longer?”

Ann explained she had visitors so staying with Dawn was best all round, was she looking after her alright?
Carol`s contented voice told Ann all she needed to know and she asked to speak to Dawn again.

“Dawn, Pam has brought Sue Hawley, and heard the gasp at he other end of the line, 

“Yes the TV personality and yes, you will see her tomorrow, but be straight OK?

Dawn gave a wicked chuckle, but agreed readily enough, several of Ann`s guests had been straight, and Dawn pampered them even more so in consequence.

After exchanged kisses Ann put down the phone and it immediately rang. 

It was Ms Gouder.

“I`m having a few friends over for drinks tomorrow night , would you like to come? Dress is informal and we meet here about seven.”

Ann thought in confusion before stammering, “Y- yess alright Ms Gouder, but is it OK if I bring my visitors along too?

“By all means, see you at seven then,” and the phone went dead.

Ann sat for a moment in stunned silence as she absorbed the message. Her voice had been so normal, matter of fact, with no hint of the fight, the shouting or the puke, nothing, in fact, to suggest other than a polite invitation between friends, the first she had ever recieved from that quarter. Could it be a trap? she wondered, but of course she has recieved my letter by now. Ann weighed up the risks of being exposed in front of  Sue, but then the thought of seeing Ms Gouder again overrode all doubts and she resolved to go.

Ann rejoined her party in the garden, where they were giggling because Sue had just pricked her finger.

“But it`s such a long time since I`ve done such delicate work!” Sue laughingly protested.

Ann took her hand and inspected the finger where a small dark red blob was forming.

Gravely, held her thumb over the spot and Pam and Ann gazed solenmly into each other`s eyes, both reliving that moment years ago when Pam had been embroidering under Ann`s tuition and both had been awakened into the magic of all female sex.

“A thimble for you, young lady, I collect them, so you have many to choose from!”Ann released the hand and found herself stirred as Sue`s wide smile reached into her soul.

“ My aunt collects those too, Silver, china, gold, you name it, and from all over the world too.”

Ann realised this fitted in a plan she had formed. “Do you collect, Ms Hawley?”

“Sue please, Ann. Yes I collect several bits and pieces, at the moment I`m looking for hatpins, although I rarely wear hats, and never a hatpin when I do!”

“Pam has a super creamware display, have you added to it lately?” said Ann .

“I picked up a lovely little cow girl jug on the way down here, why, were you going to suggest a look round the local antique shops?” Turning to Sue, Pam said,” Ann knows all the local dealers and is something of a local dealer yourself, are`nt you dear.”

“I have got a couple of thimbles to swop, so yes, if you are agreeable we can go town in the morning. I`m going to make an appointment in the morning at my hairdresser, and I can fit that in with your plans.”

When she told them about the invitation to Ms Gouder Pam was intrigued, she had only been once and it had been many years ago when Major Gouder had been alive, 

“It`s a big, slightly spooky manor house above the village” she told Sue.

Ann could see that Sue was not keen, she wanted to rest quietly, but she saw how her friend Pam wanted to show her off, so she made no demur to the plans.

All the while they were talking the scent bags were taking shape under busy fingers, when Ann called out to come and eat, they brought in their attempts to show to Ann.

Pam had stitched the motif of a mountain with a Swiss chalet.

“Yes it`s for you, Ann, when it`s finished,” and they exchanged secret smiles.

Sue`s was of a yellow sun, “It`s for a little niece who brings much sunshine into my life.”

They lingered over the salad, continued to drink the wine until Ann suggested they try the Jacuzzi.

Pam had brought a swimsuit, and Ann went to her props cupboard and selected a suit for Sue. 

Sue expressed her surprise at the size of the bathroom when she entered, the others were already in the swirling waters, but the jacuzzi could seat six, so they were at arms length as they continued to sip wine and chat as soft music surrounded them. 

“This suit chafes, me,”said Sue “ Would you mind awfully if I took it off? We`re all girls together.” On the women`s neutral nods Sue shimmied out of her suit and plopped it on the tiles.

Ann got out first, pleading she had to prepare the beds and set up the Z bed in the lounge.

When Sue came out drying herself  Ann took her through to the spare bedroom.

“ What  a huge bed, I think I`ll be lost in it!” she exclaimed

“Yes it`s a bargain I picked up at a house clearance complete with sheets.” Ann lied, pointing out the TV and satelite system behind the cupboard.

“I never watch on principle, but that does`nt stop you if you need or want to.”

Sue looked as if she wanted to ask many questions, but lapsed into silence as Ann continued to bustle about room ensuring her guest had every convenience.

“You certainly look after your guests”, Sue said letting the towel drop and picking up her nightdress.

Ann averted her eyes and could only see a slim white form out of the corner of her eye as she hurried from the room into the main bedroom where Pam was unpacking.

Pulling the door to Ann  took the willing woman in her arms and they melted in a lingering open mouthed kiss.

“Is Sue straight?” asked Ann 

“Yes, and you must go now before she gets suspicious,”  Pam said as she shooed her from the room.

As  the cottage quietened Ann heard a door open and soft pads approaching her bed.
As the white form passed out the open door into the kitchen, the whisper drifted back; 

“Come with me.”

Stopping only to gather up her blankets, Ann moved into the cool dark kitchen, the door to the garden open. Going to entrance she looked into the much warmer dark summer air and peered into the blacker shapes of the trees. Then she spotted the white slim form running down the secluded lawn. Gathering up the blankets, Ann scooted after Pam, feeling a rush of exhilaration as the scents of the night garden combined with the heady chase of the woman she could see fleetingly ahead of her. 

Resisting the urge to whoop, she followed into the trees of the orchard, now occasionally feeling the lump of a fallen apple under her bare feet, slowing her down, but still she saw the white gleam ahead in the trees, legs flashing in the dim light of a crescent moon.  Dodging amongst the trees she glimpsed the slim white back with the dark shadows above the twinkling legs, then it was gone behind a bush near the summer house. Ann ran around the bush and found the area by the summer house deserted, walking  to the rear she saw Pam in the shadows.

“Pam, you ran so f...” Ann stopped as the figure stepped out of the deep shadow of the hut. 

 It was Sue.

“I, er, I........”

“You thought it was Pam,” Sue said, taking the blankets from the girl standing stupified in surprise before her. “If you`re not too disappointed lay down here with me and enjoy this beautiful night.” As she was saying this, Sue fanned out the blankets and lay down, looking up at Ann.

Ann looked down, her eyes now becoming more accustomed to the night, she could see the dark hair framing a white face, her body a pale blur.

Ann knelt down, and when Sue dropped back and put her hands behind her head to look up at the stars, Ann followed suit and lay beside her, silently waiting for the other woman to speak.

The silence stretched on and Ann found herself content to look at the stars, so bright in the almost moonless clear night sky.

The musical voice af the woman beside her said, “I admire that about you, Ann, you never force yourself on people, always think of them first, and live your life on those terms and on no other.”

“Pam told me....”

Sue broke in, “Pam has told me many things about you, and it was apparant that you and she were old lovers from the moment I saw you and Pam together,  but that is`nt what I want to talk to you about.”

“Talk?” enquired Ann.

“Yes, you see, you must be the only person in the country that does`nt know the marital difficulties I`m going through at the moment, as you never read a paper or watch television. Pam has obviously invited me down here to forget men and experience the joys of all-female sex.”

There was a silence for a while as Ann waited.

“And I`m not so sure I did`nt want to try it myself,” Sue`s low lilting voice
continued,”but now I am sure that I am `straight` as you call it.”

As Ann moved to speak, Sue held up her hand. “Oh, I know you could excite me, the mechanics of sex are similar for each body, regardless of gender, no, it is within my mind that I find myself normal.”

Ann propped herself up with one hand supporting her head as she looked at Sue.

“I regard myself as normal, for me, and I refuse to allow any interference in that.”

Sue looked up at her with her astute  kindly gaze. “Pam has told me you help women who are secret lesbians, in the closet, but don`t you see you are in the biggest closet of all, that of life.”

Ann lay back and the silence descended again.

“My step-father abused me when I was a child,” Ann began in a quiet voice, continuing on with a gradually increasing fluency as the memories, so long buried, came flooding back. “My mother was a distant figure, always away working for the UN, I was boarded out at school, where I made few friends being too insecure. I left home at sixteen and travelled, taking jobs as I went, it was as a chalet maid in Switzerland that I met Pam.”

“No wonder she blushed when you gave her the sachet embroidered with a Swiss chalet, now I understand, Sue said “but please go on.”

“That is all really, I let those people into my life that I want and I want the myriad forms of womanly love.”

“Are you a virgin?” Sue softly asked.

“ Technically I suppose you would say yes, I have never had the least urge to kiss a man, never mind fuck him.” This last was spoken harshly, even angrily.

“Yes, Ann, you are sincere in that respect; have you thought of the things you are giving up, children, family, grandchildren?

“ I do not want to bring any child into a world of men.” Ann said decisively.

Sue fell silent and the silence stretched on, the soft sounds of the country night filtered through, the hoot of an owl in the distance, the light buzz of unseen insects .

At last Ann said. “I am in the closet, Sue,  I have allowed one inadequate man to color my whole view of  the male sex.”

“Amen to that.” Sue said with a sharp bark of laughter.

“Yes, now you said you have marital problems,” Ann turned her head to Sue.

Now Sue propped her head on one hand, raising herself up, her small breasts gleaming white in the dim light.

 “We lead such exposed lives in the media, and Bill... [of course....my husband], found his infidelities were splashed all over the gutter press. I would probably forgive him had we been a private couple living in the suburbs, but as it is.....”

Sue lay back and the silence enfolded them once more.

“I have not had children in order to pursue my career, but is my reason any more valid than yours?” Sue said, and as she lay back her hand searched for Ann`s and  held it tight as the eternal stars twinkled down.

A sudden rustle in the bushes startled them.

“It`s only a fox,” said Ann, but Sue was already up and running for the cottage.
Ann followed into the kitchen and shut the doors before switching on a table light.

Together they raided the fridge and sat down, the blankets draped over their shoulders  as they tucked in to what they whispered to each other was a midnight feast.
Finally, Sue held her face up for a kiss as she left. The sky outside the window streaked with the first signs of dawn. 

Ann murmered, “We have made love tonight, Sue, without sex”, and she placed a soft kiss on her wide mouth.

Sue smiled broadly, her wise eyes steady, “Don`t tell anyone, they`ll have me down as a dyke!”, then yelped as Ann smacked her bare bottom as she walked from the kitchen. 

Ann lay down on her narrow bed, her mind now open to her abused childhood, she could see now that it was not the reason for her being a lesbian, she had always loved women, and no excuses were necessary for that.
Ann turned over and tried to think of dear Pam, but the vision of Ms Gouder came before her eyes, and the obscene dark blue at the center of her blue camisole knickers.
as she drifted off to sleep.

Morning came with Dawn gently kissing her.

“Kicked out to the spare bed, my deario?” she whispered.

Ann got up and wrapped her robe around her, helping Dawn with the breakfast, but when Ann popped her head round the door later she found Sue already up, so she joined them in the kitchen and Dawn was flustered as she recognised her. Shortly a somewhat bleary Pam appeared and they all enjoyed a hearty breakfast .
After dressing Ann drew Dawn to one side as the other women were preparing to go out.

“ How is Carol?” she asked

“ Much better, it`s terrible what that Gouder woman did, she`s called `the goader` in the village, you know”

Ann said she had heard.

“ I persuaded her to stay, and, well, we laughed and joked about the show we put on, one thing led to another, and she likes my hubby Jim too!”

Ann laughed, “so she`s still there?”  

“Goes back on monday, although we are enjoying her company so much dang me if we`re not going to try to keep her on for a few days more!” Dawn laughed and hefted her breast suggestively.
Ann smiled, then they discussed the evening meal, before going out to the car to join the ladies.

Ann was lucky at the first antique shop they stopped at, purchasing a solid silver buckle.
When Ann asked if it could be treated as if it was unpolished the man thought for a moment and came back with the buckle tarnished and sad looking. `A little vinegar and salt did the trick,` he said, `no harm done, it will soon polish up again.`

“It won`t look such an expensive present now.” Said Ann as she paid for it.

Pam dropped Ann off at the hairdressers and arranged to pick her up later, driving off with Sue to visit further antique shops.

Ann made her request and they went into a huddle to see how it could be done.

“You have natural blonde hair, so it should be easy,” Teresa, said;  Robin and Faith hanging on every word at her side. 

First plump Robin rinsed and applied the dye, then Faith took over and cut and blow dried it and as Pam and Sue walked in , Teresa made the final touches.

“That`s lovely Ann,” Sue`s musical tones filled the shop and all eyes turned to the well known figure, setting the salon abuzz.

“Have you a slot available for me?” she asked.

Well of course there was, and for Mrs FFlyte-Hamilton, and if a regular was delayed they did`nt know about it. Soon the girls were twittering about the two ladies as Ann inspected her new silver haircut, the bangs of bright silver curving from a center parting in a full curve to where they flipped up around her slim neck.

Telling Pam she would be back in a jiff, Ann hurried to the haberdashers and made a purchase, followed by the jewellers before returning to the salon, where Sue and Pam had just finished. They were delayed as Sue signed autographs, and she fully realised now how prominent their guest was.
After a pub lunch the trio returned to the cottage and spent the afternoon sunbathing on the lawn

Ann showered first [with a cap carefully over her head] as evening approached and found herself trembling with anticipation, of quite what she knew not and she took herself off to the summer house to complete her toilette.

She was standing by the car as the other two ladies came out in the early evening of the summers day.

Pam and Sue looked at Ann in astonishment; from her ears hung two small silver chandeliers, her dress clung to her slim figure and was of the deepest shade of silver grey, shimmering with light blue silver sequins, her brogues were of a similar silver, the thick stem of the heel curving  three inchs to straps that edged up her calf, encased in sheer grey nylons.
Her lipstick was of a translucent silver sheen, and Ann`s eyes, that she never normally touched, were lined with a dark blue silver that glistened in the early evening light.

Pam and Sue looked poised and svelt, but Ann was of a class apart, the whole blending into a vision of womanly beauty in glinting shades of silver grey.

“Who are you trying to seduce?” whispered Pam in Ann`s ear as Sue went round the car to get in the drivers seat, looking significantly at Sue, who was easing into the car with her back to them.

Ann shook her head and said it was for both of them. 

Her mind was in turmoil as the car nosed into the well remembered drive and pulled up with the other cars on the apron.

A maid was standing by the steps , directing the guests to the side entrance.

There was a good throng in the ballroom to the side of the house, Ann looking around recognised only a face here and there, this was a county set, with few locals. One or two greeted  Sue as old friends, as the rest noted her entrance and commented on it to their neighbours. Pam was soon swept up by old acquaintances and Ann found herself in a corner with the drink she had been handed.

A hand grasped her`s and pulled her into the center of the room, it took a moment for Ann to recognise the woman who was pulling her hand.  

Ms Gouder was wearing a light blue summer dress and had a pretty boater on her head surrounded by flowers, she introduced Ann to many people, who looked admiringly at this vision in silver. 
Finally they met up again with Pam and Sue and Ms Gouder entered into animated conversation with them, Ann could see by the surprised glances that came their way, that this was a Ms Gouder not seen before, and it suddenly struck Ann that the shade of the dress was exactly that of the dress she had worn when, it seemed so difficult to imagine now, this same woman had screamed at her and rubbed her face in their combined vomit.

Now Ms Gouder had her hand again, guiding her through the throng and out of the door into the passageway then through to that well remembered hall, she shut the door and turned in the sudden silence to the girl.

“I got your letter and I was wrong, wrong to judge on purely private matters and wrong to attack you, please accept my sincere apologies.”

Ann looked steadily back at her. Standing erect, looking years younger in her summer dress, arms bare with  her full figure now displayed by the soft folds of the blue cotton matched by the blue of her shoes, the heels higher than she expected, and the blue and yellow flowers around the boater perched on her head.

“ You look lovely,” was all she said.

A sigh escaped the woman and she turned to the side, where Ann noticed for the first time the silver candlestick sat, picking it up, she held it in front of her.

“If you give me what I paid for it , you can have this.”

Ann realised it was a peace offering and nodded,  taking a step to the woman she put her fingers to the stem of the bright silver she stroked slowly down the curves.

“ It`s beautiful, is`nt it “ she saw the woman`s eyes flow over her body and widen as she realised that Ann had deliberately dressed to resemble the candlestick.

Her eyes came back to the candlestick and her face softened almost into prettyness, as her fingers came up to stroke the curves. Ann felt a jolt of electricity as their fingers briefly touched.

“It just needs a little polishing.” Ann said, leaning forward to breath on the silver, watching it cloud over then rubbing it with her finger, Ms Gouder bent forward and breathed on her side, Ann smelled the sweet-sour scent of her breath, as she breathed in turn, Ann knew what an effort had been made though, and she said,

“Tomorrow then. I`ll bring the cheque.”

“Make it seven will you? I`ll expect you then.” 

So saying Ms Gouder replaced the candlestick on the table and held open the door for Ann to exit, chatting to her as they rejoined the cocktail party which was now breaking up, so Ms Gouder was swept from her as she was thanked, more than one person complimenting her on her appearance as did several people of  Ann`s  acquaintance as she stood by the door waiting for her two friends.

They came at last; Sue surrounded by well wishers, and she was assuring them that all of her reported problems would be resolved.

PART SEVEN

The next day passed with Ann busily embroidering, the two ladies trying in vain to keep pace as her fingers whirred, at last she was finished. 
Lucklily Sue and Pam had to visit an executive of their company that evening who lived some twenty miles away and they left in the early afternoon, leaving Ann plenty of time to shower and get into her silver dress before taking out her red bike. 

She had never driven a car, but cycled everywhere, Now she cycled awkwardly in the tight skirt with a blue parka jacket over her dress.

The drive was as she remembered it and on the stroke of seven she rang the bell. 

It immediately opened and Ann could see the figure of Ms Gouder in the dark entrance.

In the dark hall the only illumination came from the three tall candles in the silver Georgian candlestick.

In the well-remembered hall, Ann handed over the cheque.

Without speaking or looking at it she tore it in two.

Then Ms Gouder picked up the  up the candlestick, and opened the door to the far right, walking through in silence, there she turned in the  small drawing room and turned, holding up the candlestick with it`s guttering candles in one hand, and holding up the other arm in a matching branch.

Ann stood entranced as she looked around her,   in the soft light of the candles she could see the curtains were of a light silver grey, matched by the carpet, the chairs had silver cushions covering the old upholstery.

Under the candlelight Ms Gouder stood in still silence, with her hair now hanging in a straight sweep down to her shoulders, the natural grey enhanced by blue streaks. 
Her long dress in a blue steely color hung  over her bosom from a halter neck.

The same shoes were on her feet but that was all that was the same. Ann realised the effort she had made and walked toward her, holding  her package out to her. She watched as the woman opened the package and unravelled the belt, with silver buckles tarnished, but the embroidery bright, she studied the motifs of tiny candlesticks that Ann had embroidered earlier that day, and looked up, breaking the silence.

“We must polish this.”

Ann nodded and took the candles as the woman walked past her into the hall.

She looked around the small drawing room, smelling the fresh odour of the carpet and feeling the drapes.
All this must have been done today! She marvelled at the extent and expense of the work, all in shades of silver.

Ms Gouder re-entered with two yellow cloths and a tin.

Handing a cloth to Ann she applied polish to her buckle, then Ann`s, and they set to work, rubbing vigorously at the buckle each held, the length of the belt hanging in a graceful arc between them.

They polished with their hair swinging from side to side; the silver tresses swinging in unison as did their arms  as  hands rubbed harder and harder at the gleaming buckles.

Now hot breath was applied to the bright silver, and clean areas of the cloth sought as they finished the job.

Ann gathered in the belt, taking the other buckle from the nerveless fingers of the other woman.

Dropping to her knees before her  she reached around, catching the other end and drawing the belt around the standing woman, it did not quite suit the  hanging dress, but the color was almost perfect, the fit was a little tight, but Ann felt the woman draw in her breath allowing her to close and snap the gleaming silver buckles in place.

Now Ann rubbed the yellow cloth gently over the hips of the woman standing before her, up to the side and over her arms to the candlestick raised aloft. 

A light flick over the gleaming surfaces then back down the bare arm, over the sleek mane of grey hair to swoop around her grave face onto her shoulder and down the arm to her hand, which she gathered to her and breathed on before polishing the pearl colored fingernails. 

Placing her arm back up she dipped and swooped down the curves of her arm, marvelling at the firm muscles. Ann brushed the duster over the swelling breasts encased in the blue halter neck of the dress, feeling the outline of her bra under the soft velvet., bringing the cloth down over  her rounded stomach. 

Ann pressed into the crotch, then down the side of the leg, feeling the swelling outline of her sturdy legs, she lowered her head as the cloth passed over the silver grey stockings to the grey shoes on her feet. Falling prone to the floor Ann breathed on the grey leather of the shoe before vigorously polishing it. She felt movement, and saw a hand come down to remove the other shoe. 

Turning to the other shoeless foot, Ann polished the toes and took the big toe clad in grey nylon into her mouth, sucking, then nipping the nylon and tearing it.  

After  taking the toes from her mouth she cleared the nylon from the toes and saw the nails were painted in a pearlescent grey.  

Ann forced her tongue into the gap in the big and neighbouring toe before taking again all the toes into her mouth, her lips stretched as she could not quite do it, tongue darting around the pink digits and into the gaps. Taking up the shoe, Ann polished the outside then licked inside the shoe, the brand new leather only slightly overlaid with the sweet acrid smell of the woman`s foot.

Ann breathed on her calf and polished it, moving up the leg, raising herself on her arms to lick the inside of her knee, shifting around so she could polish up the back of her thighs, raising the hem of the dress as she did so, up the solid curve to where the stocking ended and the supenders held up the nylons, moving up the solid thighs, licking avidly at the white flesh, Ann came to the over-hang of her buttocks, clad in the blue knickers,  easing them aside, she blew on the hard globes, applying the cloth vigorously to the slightly quivering orbs.

Letting the dress fall, she stood up.

Ms Gouder placed the candlestick slowly on a table to the side and turned back. 

She sketched her cloth over Ann`s silver hair, stroking it with the other hand as she looked up at the slim, tall, twenty six year old. 

The cloth moved over her neck, pausing to enclose the silver chandelier earrings in a pouch of yellow cloth, and down the side of her silver dress. 

Ms Gouder stepped behind her, and Ann heard the woman kneel down as the cloth travelled over her svelt hips down to her calves and feet. 

She felt the warm touch of a tongue on her calves trailing the cloth down to her feet, she lifted one up and looked down to see the tip of the shoe engulfed by the woman`s mouth, before she licked along the underside of the shoe to the heel which she kissed then sucked. 

Ann felt her foot put down and she straddled her legs apart, easing her tight pencil skirt up her thighs. Ms Gouder reached up and rubbed the cloth up the exposed thighs  and into the junction of her thighs under her skirt, the cloth pressed into her crotch, forcing her pantyhose into her dripping sex.

The cloth was withdrawn and Ann could see her gazing at her crotch which Ann knew was sodden with her juices.     

“When did you guess? the whisper came from below her.

“When I saw your damp panties,” Ann whispered back, “and it was confirmed when you treated my friends with respect at your party.”

“I was wrong, and I have tortured myself ever since.”

“How did you do that?”

Wait, I`ll show you.”

With that Ms Gouder rose to her feet and swept from the room, leaving Ann  to straighten her dress and sit on a chair.

After a few minutes she was called into the hall.

Ms Gouder was crouched on the floor, a blue washing up bowl in front of her. In one hand she held an open tin of dog food which she proceeded to empty into the bowl.
Ann knelt down beside her and restrained her by placing her hand on her shoulder.

“No you did`nt.” she whispered, holding the candles up so the light flickered on her anguished face.

Ms Gouder looked at her and nodded dumbly, placing the bowl to one side.

“But please look away.”

Ann obeyed and heard the soft susseration of  cloth on cloth, then a sharp rip. The rushing sound of water in a stream.
Then after a wait of several seconds a small fart followed by a splash and the soft thump on the floor.

“Look.”

Ann turned to find Ms Gouder with her face in a pool of dog food and her piss and shit, her nose firmly in the obscene mess,  her hands frantically rubbing at her exposed  panty crotch, 

She looked up at Ann and moaned, “I`m so sorry, I want you as bad as every thing I said about you.”

Ann stopped her hand where it was against her sex, shocked, she took it away and saw it was streaked with blood.

“Darling. no, no, it`s not so bad, no, relax, come.” 

She helped her up and supported her into the drawing room; sitting her down and wiping her face with a clean corner of the duster before kneeling between her thighs. 

Easing the ripped panties aside she saw the red inflamed flesh all around the gash of her vulva, turning the woman so the flickering candlelight fell on her labia. Ann saw with horror the scabs that festooned the raw lips, some now bleeding from the fresh rubbings that she just commenced.

“Oh my precious, you know nothing, do you.”

Gently she eased the lips back and leant forward to bathe the sores in her tongue.
As the woman pushed her hips forward, Ann reached into the folds and found the tiny nub of her clit, hidden under a thick fold, nudging it aside, she sucked it into her mouth, feeling the trembling of the thighs about her face.

Then strong arms were about her face lifting her up. Incredibly the woman picked up the much taller girl and walked from the room, carrying her up the stairs and into a huge room before laying her on a four poster bed.

Ann helped her in removing  her dress and pants, opening her legs wide as the woman plunged her face into the junction of her thighs. Her lips roamed untutored over the lips and hairs of her cunt, but Ann did`nt care, she was in seventh heaven, and when Ms Gouder rolled her over on her side and licked her bottom, licking up the crack and around her anus, she exploded in a massive come that left her trembling. Turning to the woman Ann pulled her up, her face seeking the other woman`s lips, finding them open with a tongue that matched hers in writhing ferocity.

Faces flushed they gazed at each other. Ann said.

“Welcome to you, Ms Gouder, now let me show you how we can bring you off without pain”.

Reaching around behind her, Ann lifted her dress, eased the knickers aside and inserted a finger in her anus, but Ms Gouder winced so Ann rolled her over, placing her on her front. Ann raised her dress and parted her buttock cheeks to inspect her , as she expected the area around her anus was red and scabbed.

“ You have been rubbing yourself here too.”

“ I`m so sorry, I was wrong, so sorry”

“No darling, not wrong, just misguided,, wait here, have you any salve?”

“In the cupboard by the bed.”

 Ann looked and found the tube, gently she applied the salve to the sores, rolling her over to do the same to the labial lips, her fingers af light as butterflies on the raw flesh.

“Then we must kiss”

So saying Ann helped her remove her dress and found her nipples red raw too, the substantial breasts sensitive to her touch. The tube of salve was used again.

Lying beside her Ann cradled the womans head in her arms and kissed her without touching her body.

Then she looked in her eyes and kissed her again, repeating the kiss as she felt the lips of Ms Gouder`s mouth tremble at each lick and suck of her lips on them. After kissing her eyelids, nose and back to her mouth, Ann watched as her face softened into a girlish wonder as the orgasm stole over her like the gossamer touch of a cobweb, and her legs twitched as a gush of liquid seeped down her thighs.

 “You must not be left to torture yourself again but I have visitors so I ca......”

“I will be perfectly alright.” Ms Gouder said, all her old hauteur returning., “Now I have you.” The `new` woman added softly, taking Ann`s hands and kissing them.

Now it was Ann`s turn as the naked matriarch helped Ann remove her silver dress and listened attentively as the experienced younger woman coached her in the art of making love to a woman, gasping with joy as she tasted the full flavors of a woman`s cunt in heat.

Then Ann requested she dress again in the severe tweeds, but looked somewhat apprehensively at Ms Gouder when she emerged from her dressing room wearing the same green suit they had fought in.

“Are you sure, dear, it`s still dirty from when...., “ her voice trailed off.

But Ann had no doubts, and felt the same sick lust wash over her as she embraced the stocky woman and inhaled again the sour smells and the rasp of the rough tweed, as she felt her twat being laved by a thick tongue, she grasped the tweed clad thighs and forced her face deep into the cavernous depths under her skirt, breathing in the musky odors and reaching a plateau of dizzy ecstasy that left her limp when the tremors gripping her body eased away.

“It seems I have much to learn about needs,” Ms Gouder said, cradling the young blonde`s head in her arms.

“We all have our secret desires, don`t we, darling.” Bending down to place a soft understanding kiss on the lips of her lover.

For several hours the two women talked and as they did so stroked the other`s body, gentle now that the ice had been broken, and they had a better understanding of each other.

The night was bright with stars as they stood on the steps and kissed their goodbyes.
 
Ann removed the jacket from the basket, donned it, placed `their` candlestick in the space now clear, waved her hand and rode off,  turning around at the brow of the hill to see her still returning the wave as she disappeared from sight.

As she approached the cottage, she could see that the drive was empty, meaning that the two ladies had not returned, so she diverted off to call on Dawn instead.
placing her bike by the farmhouse gate she opened, then closed it to walk across the yard. 

As she passed the brightly lit kitchen window she glanced in, then darted back to one side. 

Dawn was standing by the kitchen table, and she was flicking a tea towel at Jim, her husband, who was standing naked, his huge red knob sticking out from under his belly, 

Ann heard his bellow, and he made to chase her, and Dawn fled shrieking from the room, then Jim turned, and Ann saw a small head by the sink, she gasped as she recognised Carol, and gasped again as the red knob was poked into her open mouth.

Dawn appeared again, and flicked the towel, catching him on his fleshy buttock. Ann saw him start, then the knob plopped out of Carol`s mouth as he made for the door again. 

But this time Dawn fell to her knees and her open mouth absorbed Jim`s huge club, Carol got to her feet, and flicked her towel, but he dodged to one side.

Jim roared and his glistening knob quivered free again, Carol ran to the right out of Ann`s sight, returning a minute later as the tool was back in Dawn`s mouth.

Carol tried to flick again, but she had come too close and with a  sudden quick grab Jim took hold of her arm and pulled her to him, lifting his head in a wild howl. Ann saw Carol drop to his side and share the licking of his erection.

Then Dawn got up, her heavy breasts trembling as she lifted Carol`s slim nude body easily onto the table.

Jim picked up the towel, swirling it around ready for flicking. 

Dawn buried her head in Carol`s snatch; Carol moving Dawn`s body to one side as Jim flicked from the door. 

He disappeared, only to appear moments later at the other door from where his flick was more successful, catching Dawn on her large pendulous buttocks before Carol could fully swing her around. 

Laughing Jim fell to his knees behind his wife and his face almost disappeared inside her fleshy buttocks. 

Carol climbed off the table and flicked her towel from the door, but Dawn, looking around, maneuvered her hubby away from the flick and Carol disappeared, Dawn had guessed correctly when Carol struck again, Jim was to the right side of the room, his head still bobbing up and down his wife`s arse crack. 

For the third time Carol missed, and she came forward to lay on the floor giggling as the bluff farmer and his wife straddled over her, motionless as first a dribble of piss came from Jim`s softening erection followed by Dawn`s stream from her gash, splashing down onto Carol`s scrunched up face. 

She spluttered, standing up and wiping herself with the towel before taking Dawns` place, with Jim jamming his face in the smaller crack of Carol`s buttocks after she bent over. 

Ann stole away from her vantage point by the window as Dawn took station by the door, and rode away, less shocked than she would have been a few days ago, her talk with Sue had opened her eyes to a lot of things, an indifference toward all men being one of them.

“But no wonder they want Carol to stay, they are having a whale of a time with her.” she mused to herself as she rode up her drive.

Sue and Pam had arrived, and they poured Ann a cup from the still warm pot as they recounted their evening , Ann stayed silent, hugging her thoughts to herself. 

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