| Liberty, Part 1 (Fantasy fiction for adults only) The young woman steered Liberty to a quiet table at the cafe and looked round, giving the older woman the impression she was checking they were out of earshot of anyone else in the place. As there were very few people in the cafe there didn't seem much danger. "You don't know me," said the younger female as they sat and she turned all her attention to Liberty Cunningham. "My name is Karen and I have a little girl called Natalie who is adorable but such a handful, aren't they always?" She was gabbling as if nervous. "Anyway, I work in the same department as... well, never mind. Let me just say I have been observing you." "Really?" Liberty stiffened in her seat, wondering what all this was about. "No, nothing bad," smiled Karen. "It's just that I've seen you around the building and, well, you look like the kind of person who could help me." Liberty looked at the young woman a little askance. It was one thing to be invited, out of the blue, to this cafe some distance from where they both worked but it was another thing to be told she had been watched and could be of help. Karen though was smiling at her, though still nervous. "I took the liberty sorry, no pun intended of finding out a few things about you. And can I say straight off that you seem absolutely perfect: mature, responsible, no attachments..." She didn't say the L word, but everyone knew where they worked. Liberty was a lesbian, pure and simple. No secret at all. Liberty took a deep breath. "Karen.... Are you asking me out on a date?" Karen looked up, startled. "No! Not me." The older woman sighed. Surely not another person trying to put her on the straight and narrow. Not another religious convert buying credit in heaven for saving souls. Dear Lord, you created the universe so you knew all this woman-to-woman thing would go on: it was in Your Plan, right? Liberty was tempted to say as she usually did to these people, 'God - He or She or It won't be the least angry women actually love other women, so give your piety a rest.' But she didn't say it, though she did gather up her handbag "Karen, I never try to explain or justify myself and I am happy being me, and so yes, you're right I don't know you and I am not sure what this is about." Liberty started to leave. "Thankyou for the invitation for the coffee but I really must be" She didn't get any further as Karen suddenly put out her hand and gripped Liberty's arm. "Please, wait. I need your help." Karen looked earnestly at Liberty and she wondered quite what this was about she certainly at her age of 48 didn't want anyone else's problems, and certainly not those of a young woman with a child to raise. A handful. But she didn't shrug off Karen's hand, though equally she didn't relax. Liberty sat, half-poised to depart just in case this Karen really was a nutcase. "Let me be brief," said Karen. "Please do," responded Liberty. "It's about my daughter, Natalie. She's seven and very lively. She is so keen to do things and learn... A handful sometimes." "You mentioned that," said Liberty, thinking: Oh fuck, it is some problem. With a child no less. What does this woman think I can do? Then it occurred to her: "Ah, you want me to babysit, is that it?" In which case, thought Liberty, the answer would be no. It was five years since the last of her own kids left home and she had no desire to go through all that routine again not for strangers anyway. Family was different though, and this Karen wasn't family. "Babysit?" Karen looked slightly puzzled, then she grinned. "Okay... If you want to call it that." "But what else is there to call looking after someone's else's child?" Liberty almost said brat, but stopped herself. She might be suspicious of this Karen but there was no need to insult her. Karen was attractive and no doubt had a pretty daughter, so perhaps brat would have been very unkind. "No, I want you to... well, I don't know how to say this." Karen finally let go of Liberty's arm, but only to fish in her own handbag. She pulled out a picture of a grinning, blue eyed, button-nosed cherub with blonde ringlets. A stunningly pretty girl, thought Liberty as the photo was put in front of her. "Tell me what you want, Karen" said Liberty having looked at the picture of little Natalie for a moment or two. "It saves skirting round issues and I can give you my answer at once." Karen looked hesitant, bit her lower lip in thought, looked round one more time and then blurted out: "I know this is weird and you'll probably say no, don't be stupid... but, I want you to date my daughter, please." --- Karen's house was small and neat and Liberty sat in her car outside, wondering what the hell had brought her to this moment. She also wondered if the enormity of what Karen was about to do to her daughter had sunk in to the mother yet. But then the young woman had assured Liberty that there were no surprises, though she had raised her eyebrow a little when Liberty told the mother what her kind of dating meant. Karen however has said that providing Liberty loved the child she had no objections. Whether Liberty loved the girl truly would depend on how Natalie coped with her type of loving. There was no doubt Natalie was heart-meltingly delightful, at least judging from the numerous photos Karen had supplied later: photos of the little girl in a variety of dresses, some in her knickers and socks, a lot of her in the bath and a good number of the child naked on the bed. One or two of them with her little legs apart showing off her delightful, if small, slit. And one with the child with her hand over her sex and obviously one of her fingers pressing up into it, craning up on her other elbow to look down with that peculiarly intense concentration that children have. Fingering herself as she watched herself as best she could. Karen's words had rung in Liberty's ears: "I want my daughter to love mature women, no matter what." Well, Liberty wanted that too, but it remained to be seen if the child really would respond when it mattered. When it came down to the what. After a minute Liberty saw Karen leading her seven year old daughter by the hand, from the house and to the car. At the door, the young woman paused, gave her little girl a gentle kiss and smile and opened the car's passenger door, ushering her child inside. There was no doubt that Natalie was even more beautiful than her pictures. She had a radiant smile and perfect teeth, healthy skin and the pink ribbons in her blonde hair matched her pretty little dress. "Natalie," said Karen, squatting by the open door. "This is Liberty, your new friend. Your special friend. Say hello to her." "Hello Liberty," said the girl, her smile getting even wider. She pronounced Liberty's name as "Lisberty" but Liberty didn't mind. "Hello Natalie. You have a very nice dress on today." Liberty smiled at the child. "Mummy says you will be taking it off me soon," said the little girl, without embarrassment. "And I got my new knickers on too so you can take them off." "Natalie!" said Karen a little sharply. "We said you were to be nice all the time." "Mum! I am being nice." The girl's face fell a little as she looked at her mother. Then she looked back at Liberty. "I wouldn't mind Liberty taking my clothes off. She's nice." Liberty chuckled. "Well, I think I'm going to like it too, sweetheart," she said, warming to the child, who was grinning again. "I'm sorry," said Karen. "Once I told her about you she has been so excited for days. She must have tried on four different dresses before this one, jumping about like a jack-in-a-box. Just couldn't sit still." "That's okay. I like my little girls to look forward to things." Liberty smiled at the small girl who was wrinkling her nose in delight at being here. "Don't worry Karen, she will be fine with me. I promise." "Good," said the mother standing up and then bending to peer in to the car before she shut the door. "Shall we say you'll bring her back at eight?" She glanced at her watch. "That's four hours is that enough?" "I think so. For a first date," said Liberty. "Hee hee!" chortled the little girl, clapping her hands in pleasure. --- "Wanna feel up my skirt, Libsy?" Natalie had by now cut Liberty's name down, first to Libty and now just to Libsy, which was fine by Liberty. The girl was sitting on the grass with her legs wide apart and the short skirt had ridden up to reveal her pale blue knickers with yellow duck pattern. Liberty, lying next to the child in the warmth of the afternoon sun in a quiet part of the park, shook her head. "Not here, poppet. Just too many people who might see." "I don't mind," said the girl, inching her little legs even wider. "You can put your hand in my knickers if you like. You've got nice fingers." Liberty laughed. "I will, sunshine. Believe me I will be in there soon, but people might get jealous if they see us. They all might think they can do it too." The child pulled a face. "I don't want anyone doing it, Libsy. Just you." "And why's that, angel?" Natalie chuckled and flung her arms round Liberty's neck, pressing herself to the woman's large bust. "'Cos I love you Libsy." The child tried to plant a kiss on the woman's lips but missed, dissolving into laughter. They did kiss the next time, and little Natalie even remembered to open her mouth wide for the middle-aged woman's tongue. "That's nice," said Liberty as they broke the kiss, "'Snice," agreed Natalie, then without letting go of Liberty's neck, she grew serious. "Libsy?" "Yes, poppet?" "Will you hurt me when we do that thing?" "What thing?" "Makin' love. Mummy says it can hurt sometimes, when you're not used to it." Liberty hugged the girl and whispered: "Honey, believe me I would never hurt you. Making love is about nice things, not bad things." Natalie hugged the woman back tightly, burying her pretty face in the woman's neck. "I know Libsy," she whispered back. "'S jus' that mummy said there'd be things I have to do." "Well, that's what loving means." "An' stuff to go in my mouth." "Honey!" Liberty pulled her head away from the child and gave her a full-lipped peck on her pretty little mouth. "Listen to me," she said quietly. "First of all nothing goes in your mouth that isn't anything to do with me, or from me and I only do it because I love you tons and tons. I put my tongue in your mouth, don't I, when we kiss? That doesn't hurt does it?" Natalie grinned and shook her head, her golden ringlets shimmering. "No. You wanna kiss me now?" "Of course I do but listen to me first. Yes, it is true I want to put things into your pretty mouth. My tongue, my nipples... but you also have to put my pussy lips in your perfect little mouth you do know what a pussy is don't you?" "Doh! Course I do!" "Good, just checking." Liberty gave the child another kiss and resisted turning it into a long snog. "But there's something else to have to do with your mouth." "I have to lick your bottom, right?" "Yes, perfectly correct. Ten out of ten." Liberty chuckled as little Natalie looked pleased with her high marks. "Mummy told me that ladies like you enjoy having their bottom hole licked an' I" the child paused for a moment and grew worried again. "I have to put my tongue in it, too. Libsy... will I like it?" "I promise you will love it," said the woman. "And I wouldn't ask you to do it unless it was nice." "An' what about the weeing?" "You mean, when I wee-wee in your mouth? Well, it's only like a hot drink. And I will do it slowly, so you can drink it nicely." Jennie nodded. "Will you be angry if I spill any?" "First of all angel, I would never ever be angry with you. Secondly, I bet you don't spill any. You know why?" "I know... 'Cos I love you?" Jennie was happy again. "Yes, because we love each other, poppet." "Yay! Is that another ten out of ten?" "No sweetheart, it's an eleven out of ten." Liberty smiled and kissed the child, and this time she didn't stop herself tonguing the little darling's open mouth. She even sneaked her hand up the child's dress and worked her finger gently inside those lovely new knickers. --- "Ready, Libsy." Natalie was sat, the way kids can do, on the floor, forelegs at the side of her thighs. The child was naked and shivered slightly, although she was sat on a bath towel, spread on the floor. Nerves, thought Liberty as she stepped into the bathroom. You never think little girls have nerves, only excitements. But little Natalie was definitely shaking a little. "Relax, angel," said the woman as she unfastened her silk dressing gown and let it fall open. Her mature, full figure not too much droop on her large boobs, her waist not too thick and her full bush of hair neatly trimmed made the little girl smile. She had seen her Libsy naked before. They had made love on each of their three dates so far, lying naked on the woman's big bed, kissing and playing and tonguing and fingering gently, Liberty carefully and lovingly exploring the child's lovely little body. Liberty had introduced Natalie to new delights and encouraged her to explore the woman's mature body. But this was different. First of all it was the first time the child was going to drink Liberty's wee-wee. Secondly, they had never had any sexual contact at Karen's house before: it had always been at Liberty's. Today was about drinking and sharing and perhaps more if the opportunity arose. Thirdly, Karen wasn't too far away. The mother had thought, properly, it was best she should be around while her daughter drank her first pee. So Karen, nervous like her daughter, was downstairs, busying herself with something inconsequential. No doubt trying not to think about the pleasures her child would be having upstairs. Karen had undressed her daughter herself, making sure she looked clean and presentable with new ribbons in her hair after she had brushed it. Then she had left her child in the bathroom, knocked on the guest room door where Liberty was undressing and then she disappeared into the kitchen. Karen had wanted to say "Good luck" to Liberty but thought it wasn't a matter of luck. Her daughter was ready and mentally prepared, Liberty was experienced, and that was all that mattered. Liberty smiled as the woman entered the bathroom and child looked up at her body, breaking into a grin as she said: "You look lovely Libsy." "And you look gorgeous, poppet," said Liberty as she stepped over to the child, discarding her silk gown as she moved. Her large brown nipples were hard with excitement and the child noticed them. "Libsy, you look all 'cited." "I am honeybun. Very excited about loving you." "Are we loving each other like this?" "Of course we are! I don't just wee in anyone's mouth. Only the little girl I love." Natalie grinned even wider than usual and then opened her mouth invitingly. "Perfect," sighed Liberty as she stood over the child, peering down at her darling's upturned face between the valley of her breasts. Strictly speaking Natalie could almost have stood for this, but Liberty thought it better the child's face (and therefore throat) was aimed upwards. Slowly, Liberty lowered her hips so that her gaping and damp pussy met the child's mouth. Her nether lips against the child's lips. It felt wonderful as it always did, to have her sex against the little girl's face, pressing her clit to her mouth. But now she adjusted her position so the child's cute nose as pressing against her clit. Tempted though she was to rub herself on that perfect shaped little nose, Liberty concentrated on the feeling the child's breath on her sex and then began, slowly, to release her golden stream. She could see Natalie's eyes looking up at her, just. Hidden partly by the curve of her belly and partly by her trimmed but still thick mat of hair, little Natalie was almost obscured. But there was enough of the child to see her eyebrows create a small frown as the first dribble of the woman's hot, yellow piss found its way into Natalie's mouth. Natalie did her best not to splutter and cough, but it was too much for her. Not that first dribble, but the second one a longer spurt that took her by surprise. The girl was in tears, sobbing as Liberty lifted her sex away from the child's mouth to let her get air. She had spilt some down herself and the urine glistened on her little body. "I'm sorry, Libsy," the child blubbered. "I spilt some." "That's okay," said the woman, crouching and hugging the little girl. "You tried, honey. That's the main thing." "B-but I let you down. I said I'd drink it all an' I didn't." "Doesn't matter," said Liberty kindly. "You had some and it was wonderful for me, wee- weeing in that wonderful mouth of yours." She moved her mouth down to the child's and kissed her tenderly. "See," said the woman as she broke the kiss. "I can taste it on you." Natalie wasn't assuaged. "But I wanted it to be eleven out of ten again," she sniffed. At that moment there was Karen's voice from outside the bathroom. "Is everything okay?" she asked anxiously. "I heard crying." "It's fine," said Liberty over her shoulder. "Natalie just drank some of my wee-wee." "But I spilt some, mummy," sniffed the girl. "I didn't want to." "Can I come in?" Karen asked. Liberty said she could and the woman stepped into the bathroom, smiling at her daughter in the older woman's arms. "Oh sweetheart, no one's cross with you, are they Liberty?" "Not at all. You were great, angel," said Liberty and despite the presence of the mother watching them, proceeded to give the child a big comforting kiss. Karen stood watching until the woman had finished kissing her daughter, and then she said: "Angel, both Liberty and I love you very much. No one minds a little spilling, but you know you want to make Liberty happy, don't you? Remember how we said it was important to make your lover the happiest person in the world?" The child nodded, sniffing her tears back. "So, why don't you try again," said Karen. "Let Liberty do some more wee and you drink it up." "'Kay mummy," smiled the child bravely. Then to Liberty she said: "Please, can we try again Libsy?" "Of course we can angel," Liberty smiled back. She stroked the child's slightly damp hair, where it had got wet. "I'll let you two get on," said Karen and closed the door behind her as she left the bathroom. Liberty positioned herself once again over the child and this time, each small dribble was swallowed by Natalie, with the woman gradually building up the amount so that by the end Liberty felt confident enough (and Natalie felt able to drink) to let a long stream go almost straight down her little angel's throat. As she finished, and squeezed the last drops on to Natalie's tongue, Liberty clapped her hands in delight. "Angelpie, that was the very best wee-wee drinking ever!" She knelt and embraced the happy looking child, planting her lips on the child's mouth and pushing her tongue into the girl. "Oh, I am so proud of you," she laughed as she broke the kiss. "Thank you, Libsy," grinned Natalie. "It was hot and lovely! Is there any more?" "Later, sweetheart. Lots more for a very good little lover." "An' was I eleven out of ten?" "A perfect eleven out of ten," chuckled Liberty. "Now poppet, remember what we said about me cumming with your sexy little tongue?" Natalie grinned. "Yes! You want me to make you cum with my tongue in your bottom!" "Exactly right," said Liberty, turning so her bum was over the child's face. Without hesitation the girl stuck out her tongue and unhesitatingly began lapping at the tight anus of the woman it descended over her chin. "Right inside, please my golden honey," sighed Liberty, frigging her clit as the child's tongue wormed and worked with surprising ease past the woman's tight anal ring and up into her velvet-soft back passage. Waves of warm pleasure soaked through Liberty as that small, busy tongue searched up and into her rear and her own fingers strummed her engorged clit. There are some tastes that are just delicious, the woman thought as she came. Delicious for little mouths and tongues. The taste of Liberty. |