Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 16:29:08 +1100 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: a new partnership

This is a story about Lesbian sex, it concerns a number
of women, two of whom are young, but still of legal age,
and two are older, in their mid thirties.

The story is the property of Erica Milligan but I invite
comments, offered in a nice way of course, that may help
me write better stories for my, and hopefully, your
entertainment. You should note that this is a story drawn
almost entirely from my imagination.

Originally the story was written for my own entertainment
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the story as your own.

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If you wish to contact me my e-mail address is:-
Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au.
The story is called "A New Partnership"

I promise that I will try my very best to answer any
comments or suggestions that you care to offer.
 Erica Milligan.

Florence and I could, perhaps, be starting a new
partnership but I wasn't prepared to move ahead at
breakneck speed with her. After my experience with
Madeline, as nice as it was, I was more inclined to sit
back and watch the world pass by. I'd been hurt,
obviously, by the events of the past few days where
Madeline seemed to have "paired off" with Victoria and
whilst my own intuition told me that ending the affair
with her was the smart thing to do it was the way it had
ended that hurt.

After the night out with the girls I'd rung Florence and
told her that I'd be reluctant to say we could be a
`couple", I was quite contented to be just friends for
the time being. Sometime afterwards we'd had dinner in a
nice quiet little restaurant some miles out of town and
although I think we both looked good and we were smartly
dressed, there was no overt sensuousness with views of
too much breast or lots of leg showing. In all, it was
just a nice quiet dinner in very nice surroundings with
music playing for the customers.

Before we'd left Florence's place I'd explained how I
felt about things, especially after what had happened
with Madeline. Although I'd seen Madeline since that
night I wasn't at all angry about the turn of events in
the LEZ BIAN caf‚, perhaps my own intelligence had told
me that it couldn't, eventually, come to anything.

On the way to the restaurant Florence and I had discussed
where we might go from there, it seemed that Florence had
been quite convinced that there would be a course of
action for us to follow. She meant regular meetings as
though we were what men call "mates" and we'd go from
there, frequent dinners and the movies and such like and
if anything happened then it would happen. At this time I
was intending that there would be no dancing, that seemed
to be one of the causes of my troubles, just couldn't
resist letting another woman hold me tight in her arms
and kissing me.

With that sorted out we'd had a few nights out together
without anything untoward happening so I'd invited her
round to my place for lunch one day when the kids were
home from school. We'd gone through to the main part of
the house and Florence had met most of the kids, the only
ones she didn't meet were the eldest. Whatever it was she
had it had certainly appealed to them; perhaps as well
she wasn't too dressed up because the little ones were
all over her like a rash. I should have known that when
I'd remonstrated with them about their behaviour she'd
protested that they weren't doing any harm. Was she
trying to get under my guard by being so friendly with
them but if that was so, they didn't seem to care; she'd
really made an impression on them.

Once we'd got rid of them and they were on their way out
to play we had the place to ourselves. I'd made coffee
and we were sat watching something on the television but
there was an "atmosphere", the thoughts of sex had been
just below the surface. We'd both gone to say something
at the same time and as we laughed at each other we'd
taken each other's hands, was this the start of something
big? I don't know whether Florence had been more
embarrassed than I but both of us stumbled for something
to say to cover our feelings, both of us, I'm sure,
wanted the kiss that didn't follow.

I knew I'd been scared but had Florence been too? I
didn't know if she'd had something in her past that
precluded her from "letting go " but if there had been
she didn't tell me. We'd pulled apart and let each others
hands go, both of us blushing and trying our very best to
find something else to interest us. You might have
thought, at this stage, that we were two very stupid
women, there we were, both of us with presumably the same
thing on our minds and too stupid to do anything about
it. Eventually Florence had said she'd better make a move
because she had an early start at work the next day and
had lots of things to do so I'd escorted her to the door
where we'd exchanged "pecks on the cheek" and again
another one as she'd got into her little car.

She'd driven off and as she had, I'd thought to myself
that I'd missed a golden chance with her but hopefully I
wouldn't miss the chance again. However, we hadn't made
any arrangements for a future meeting so perhaps I'd
really screwed it up. One thing about spending time with
Florence was, I suppose, that neither of us would look as
though we were "cradle snatching", she was a little older
than me. I suppose that meant that, at least, we'd be
able to go out together as friends and go just about any
place without raising any eyebrows. Just as I was about
to start getting the dinner ready, or at least getting
the vegetables ready, the phone rang. Hello! Hi, it's
Florence! Oh hi Florence, what can I do for you? Silly
bitch, she'd said, I love you!

Wow, there I'd been, bemoaning the fact that I'd let her
go and then there she was telling me that she loved me. I
wasn't sure that I'd go as far as that but, yes, I
certainly liked her but was I confusing "like" with
"lust"? Where are you I'd asked and she'd said that she
was almost home when she'd decided that she was being
stupid in not telling me how she felt so she'd pulled to
the side of the road and rung me. I'd been a little
"shell shocked" it being sprung on me like that but it
had made my "heart flutter" just hearing the words she'd
said. I'll see you after dinner I'd said but I can't
promise anything but I certainly think we'd better talk.

After dinner I drove round to her house, fortunately
Madeline was out, presumably with Victoria, so we could
chat in peace without any interruptions. We were like two
dogs circling ready for the fight that wouldn't eventuate
because we had more important things on our mind such as
our relationship with each other. It had to be obvious
that we wanted each other but neither of us was prepared
to make the first move until such time as Florence said
"fuck it Erica, I want you and I think you want me". The
appropriate action should have been that we fell into
each other's arms and the music would be playing
something dramatic and sensuous, if that's possible and
we'd devoured each other's lips and tongues. However,
like a couple of really stupid women we solved the
problem by having a cup of tea, very well known as the
solution to any problem known to man or in our case, two
stupid women who sat on opposite sides of the table as
though we both had the plague.

That couldn't go on forever, however, and sometime or
another one of us would have to "break" and that person
had been Florence who pulled me out of the chair I was
sat in and gave me a resounding kiss during which she
nearly bit off my tongue. Wow, that was what I'd been
waiting for, the situation had needed someone with a bit
of courage or determination to make the first move and
Florence had proved to be that person.

She'd asked me what we'd been waiting for and I couldn't
answer that question directly, I wasn't going to admit to
being stupid was I? I knew that I'd been ready to admit
that I wanted her and had done for quite sometime but
extreme caution had precluded me from making any
advances. On previous occasions Florence had been the
aggressor, taking the lead on everything and this evening
was to prove to be no different, we'd moved up the stairs
to her bedroom and without bothering to shut the door she
started to undress me. You look so nice in your underwear
she'd said, just love the little white panties and lacy
bra, you should wear the bra under a blouse more often,
all this whilst she was removing it and exposing my
breasts.

I was feeling so much more confident than I'd done for a
long time and as my breasts fell out of my bra I held
them out to her in an invitation for her to either kiss
them or suck my nipples. Her choice had been to suck
them, just sucking them into her mouth and then letting
them go saying they deserved lots of attention but she
wanted to wear some rather garish lipstick, that would
leave stains on my nipples and breasts. I didn't flinch
as she let me go whilst she applied the lipstick, I just
stood there holding my breasts out for her as though she
was obligated to perform on them for me.

Not very shy now are you? No, why should I be? You want
exactly what I want so why beat about the bush looking
"coy", I'm going to be a bit more demanding of you in
future. I think both of us were happy with that statement
because we'd wasted too much time already. Now it was my
turn to set the pace but I set the pace from the
recipients point of view, I lay myself on the bed and
pulled her down to me guiding her to my breasts again
telling her they needed to be taken care of. This she did
with lots of enthusiasm pulling my nipples deep into her
mouth with enough suction to almost suck my nipples clear
away from my chest. I didn't complain but took her free
hand and placed it on the other breast for her to fondle
that one too.

I'd started to be aggressive with her and pushed her
right hand, the one that had been holding my left breast,
down to my pussy and guided her so that she could "finger
me". Of course, she wasn't inside my panties, yet, but
nevertheless for this woman, me, who had been starved of
sex for a little while even that seemed to be so erotic.
My next step had been to point out to her that my little
panties were loose enough around the tops of my legs for
her to get her hand inside them so please do, now,
there's my pussy. I'd sighed as her finger entered my
pussy, my goodness it was soaking wet, and that was where
her aggressiveness took over moving her second finger to
join the first one as they slowly moved in and out of my
pussy making me wriggle down to try and get more of her
fingers inside me.

We were completely relaxed with each other and although I
was aroused by now, I still had the temerity to ask her
to increase the volume inside my pussy. She didn't quite
understand what I meant by volume until I told her that I
could take and wanted more. Oh, I see what you mean, with
that she pulled my panties clear of my hips and gave me
everything, yes, I said everything, that was all of her
fingers and her thumb too. Wow, did I feel full at this
point? I've taken a full hand inside me before of course
but when it's somebody like Florence that you've
developed more than a liking for then it's really "wow".
She was moving it very slowly in and out, so slowly that
it could only be regarded as a deliberate tease but I
loved it, more please Florence, much more.

It was time for her to exert her authority and she
removed her hand, which made me sigh, so that she could
remove my panties entirely and replace her hand with her
mouth. Oh, I love this. Her tongue was exploring my slit
so slowly, just barely moving whilst her other hand that
wasn't engaged in separating my pussy lips was just about
touching my little anus. My mind was concentrating on the
sensations she was generating in my pussy so I hadn't
noticed that her finger was at the entrance to my anus
but I certainly noticed when it entered, partly because
she hadn't lubricated it first. Just a little painful but
she didn't pay any regard when I gave a little "ouch" as
she entered me. She was enjoying being the master here
and, I know you'll believe, from what I've told you
before, I've always had a liking for sex when a dominant
person takes charge of me.

She wanted me to roll over on my stomach and I presumed
that it was so she could play with my anus. Her finger
that had been entered in me was now riding itself back
and forwards into and out of my backside, not unpleasant
but I would have liked it to be moistened. Much to my
disappointment the finger currently in my anus was
removed however, that was only so it could be moistened,
along with her other fingers, in my pussy before she
entered them again in my anus. So she could get more of
her hand inside me she helped me to lift myself up so
that my bottom was higher than before. She now had easy
access to me, this is nearly as nice as pussy sex but I
didn't want it to continue for too long. In this position
I couldn't see her and I liked to be able to see her and
stroke her hair as she licked my pussy and clitoris to
orgasm and drank my `cum".

Rather than let her concentrate on my anus I'd wanted her
where she could pay attention to the most important part
of my body, my pussy. Although it had been difficult I'd
managed to roll over so that I was where I wanted to be,
her hand was still in my anus but, at least, I'd then
been able to see her. Perhaps it had been the action of
turning over that had persuaded her to pay attention to
my pussy because even though her hand was still attending
to my anus her mouth had been in a position where she had
my pussy right in front of her.

I hope it was the sight of my disgustingly wet opening
that convinced her to give me what I so obviously wanted
and her tongue returned to where it should never have
left, my soaking wet pussy. I have to admit that when
Florence pays attention to me she is so fucking good,
sorry for the bad language but at times like that it's
almost obligatory that I use it. Not satisfied with just
her tongue in my pussy she'd removed her fingers from my
anus and was now slowly moving, as was her tongue, inside
me bringing me to very slowly to orgasm. I knew that it
wouldn't be long in arriving but she knew full well that
once I'd orgasmed there would be no more sex for
sometime.

So, the orgasm hadn't arrived as quickly as I would have
liked, she was apparently dragging it out for as long as
possible, perhaps she wanted me to beg for relief but
surely no woman could do that to her lover. Nevertheless,
that's the speed at which we progressed and my bottom had
lifted so far from the bed that I must have lifted her
with me. Dirty girl she told me and I couldn't quite
understand why until I remembered she'd said that I made
lots of noise when I orgasmed and now even I could hear
myself. Fuck me harder, fuck me harder I had said but
she'd moved her mouth from my pussy once again but I had
to have it so I'd said please, again she'd said,
PLEASE!!!!!!!!! And then it came, it hurt as it left me
but oh, how wonderful to feel it especially as her mouth
was firmly glued to me. None of it could leak as far as I
could see but she didn't have unlimited capacity so where
was it going. Not until a little later did I find that it
had leaked, there was a little puddle on the bed in which
her breasts were soaking.

A little while later, perhaps only seconds, she moved her
thoroughly wet tits to my mouth and let me lick her
clean. I think I was still leaking but she showed no
concern at the state her bed was in, perhaps she was
going to sleep in it as it was. But no, she pulled me
through it all until my back and buttocks were thoroughly
coated in my own `cum", or at least what she'd not been
able to take into her mouth.

Once she'd thoroughly soaked me she'd taken my hands and
put them under my body so that I could feel just what
kind of a mess I was in. I'd thought perhaps she wants me
to taste myself so I'd moved my hands across my buttocks
and wet them, before I'd put them to my lips, oh, the
taste was wonderful so I'd done it again and then I'd
spread it all over my breasts and down my belly all the
time I was getting more and more horny until such time as
she'd said "again"? Oh yes, I don't usually want it
straight after I've orgasmed but for once I was ready,
what a greedy woman I am.

The second time not only had she rolled me over
apparently to attack my anus again but she'd again
dragged me through the remains of my `cum" left on the
sheet so that my breasts and belly had been coated with
my `cum", the only part of me that then hadn't been
coated was my face and hair. She'd fixed that by dragging
me even further to the foot of the bed until I was coated
all over apart from my legs. I don't think I need to tell
you that by this time I was leaking again so that any
movement I made on the bed spread cum even more equally
over my body. Then, I had begged for relief, not for
another orgasm, but please Florence, let me rest.

She'd taken me in her arms and said in a very quiet voice
you know where you belong now don't you? As much as I'd
enjoyed being with her that evening I hadn't felt as
though I could commit, I wasn't sure whether it was
because didn't love her, at that moment I certainly did,
but perhaps I am such a slut that the first pretty woman
that smiled at me would take me to her bed, I'd really
fallen for lesbian love.

The kissing that had followed my orgasms were very nice,
I'd been able to taste myself on her mouth and her very
experienced tongue had been doing exactly the same things
in my mouth as she'd been doing in my pussy, that's
reaching and searching for something, don't really know
what, but the exploration was very nice and our tongues
had caressed each other's and transferred the taste of my
"cum" from her tongue to mine. My body was in a state of
exhaustion, an orgasm really takes it out of me and only
on rare occasions have I been able to have multiple
orgasms without pain and on those few occasions I've
generally had to rest for quite some considerable time
afterwards.

After a little while, and when I'd more or less
recovered, Florence had taken me in her arms again and
licked my eyelids, they were a bit sticky as a result but
it had been very nice feeling nevertheless. I hadn't
noticed that during that little episode her hands had
strayed to my breasts again until such time as she'd
started to be a little rougher than before but maybe it
was because I was so much more relaxed with her that I'd
tended to ignore the physical pain she was causing. I'd
never willingly let another woman treat my nipples like
that but for her, I'd been quite willing to take the
roughness and I'd held her hands and fingers firmly on my
breast.

I hadn't expected, nor had I hoped, that she'd remain on
my breasts and in the meantime, whilst I was considering
whether I should ask her to be more gentle with me, her
body had slid down mine and her lips had taken the place
of her hands, still quite aggressive though. Her teeth
had taken a grip on my left nipple and she'd applied more
pressure than I'd really wanted and when I'd asked to her
to be gentle she said she'd wondered how long it would
take before I responded. She apparently saw the length of
time it took me to "complain' as a sign of how much I
wanted her. If I'd stopped her as soon as she'd started
then I didn't want her at all but because it had taken a
minute or two I must have wanted her quite badly.
Although the nipple biting was painful there was a
certain amount of logic in what she'd said and
consequently I promised myself that I'd more readily
accept the pain as a sign of my desires.

Her lips had taken the place of her teeth and that was
more to my liking, sucking my nipples into her mouth and
then running her tongue either over the top of my nipple
or surrounding it with her spittle was heavenly, I could
take this for hours and as she administered these lovely
sensations to my breasts and nipples her free hand had
wandered to my belly button where it was searching for
something but I didn't know what. My nipple had extended
quite considerably under her attentions and I would be
loath to stop her, but it would only be fair to move from
the left tit to the right one. I pushed her head over the
other way and I replaced her mouth on my left nipple with
my hand which was squeezing and pulling at it far harder
than she'd done, was I beginning to like a little rough
treatment? As a result of my treatment of myself I'd
encouraged her to be even rougher with the right nipple
and she was causing me real pain but I didn't stop her,
perhaps I was turning into a masochist.

The pleasure that I was now getting from her roughness on
my breasts and nipples had covered the fact that her
fingers were now playing at the entrance to my pussy,
again. I only realised that her hand was now doing it's
best to torment me when I realised that my fluids were
starting to build up inside me. I took her hand and held
it still on my mound before eventually slowly moving it
in a circular motion just over my pussy. The movement
occasionally pulled my lips apart, causing a little
shudder to go through me, before I'd moved her hand on
allowing my lips to close again, I wanted her to continue
with this torture as long as possible before I plunged
her fingers in to my now soaking wet pussy. Florence took
over from me as the tease continued pushing my hand out
of the way saying fuck off baby, this is my pussy to
torment. Her fingers, don't know how many but seemed like
all of them, we're rammed into it, pussy I mean. I must
have jumped clear off the bed because it made her laugh
at my antics, apparently I'd yelled out "oh shit" but I
lay back smiling because now her fingers were moving in
and out of me at a ferocious speed making me buck my arse
clean off the bed and muttering "oh fuck" continually.

She was really doing a wonderful job on me but now I
wanted a little more tenderness and I'd asked her to go
down on me. Before she did though, she withdrew her
fingers from my pussy and drew them across my mouth, it's
a thing that I really like, the taste of pussy juice is
one of those things that I've learned to like even though
the first couple of times had disgusted me. Her pretty
little tongue had now entered me and I was trying to hold
her still but she wanted to move, running it from top to
bottom and reversing and all the while her mouth had
latched onto my clitoris and she was sucking me so hard
that it felt now like a penis with an erection, it felt
so hard.

A girl can only stand so much of this and there were now
tremors building in me so much so that it was beginning
to be quite painful, orgasm wasn't far away. I was
starting to lift my bottom clear off the bed, a sure sign
that it wouldn't be too long, and as I reached my peak
where my back is arched, I let go, and did I let go? The
relief for me was wonderful, I hope it felt equally as
good for Florence, and my bottom was reaching even higher
and I held her head against me hoping that I didn't drown
the poor girl because it felt as though I was pumping it
out like a fire engine. After what seemed like minutes,
but was probably only seconds, my bottom fell back to the
bed and the wonderful feeling of relief that I get after
orgasm took over. It hadn't stopped Florence continuing
her attention on my pussy because she was still licking
me although not with as much ferocity as she had before.
She was just principally licking the remaining "cum" from
me and cleaning me up in general, however, her index
finger, I think, had penetrated my bottom again and it
was slowly teasing the hell out of me.

When she moved her mouth from my pussy her tongue had
been coated in my "cum" and before I realised what was
happening she'd shown me her tongue completely covered in
it, such a pretty sight. I'd had to ask her to stop
teasing me so that I could relax and when she did she had
the biggest smile on her face I'd ever seen. That OK
darling? What else could I say but thank you my love, it
was wonderful, but now it's your turn. If I thought I was
going to do exactly the same to her I had another thought
coming because she got of the bed and moved toward the
bathroom shortly to be followed by the sound of the
shower, the bitch wasn't going to let me play with
her!!!!!!!!!

 When she came out of the bathroom she'd asked me "happy
darling"? Yes, so very happy, why have we taken so long
to arrive at this situation? Probably because neither of
us wanted to rush into something that may have proven to
be a disaster, as it was we had not made any commitments
to each other, rather we had decided that we'd carry on
as before until the road ahead was clear and we could see
what we ought to do but after this occasion how could we
go back? But now she'd climbed onto me and her pussy was
now over my mouth and was being dragged from my chin to
my forehead. She wouldn't move slowly enough for me to
take her clitoris in my mouth but she "rode" me like a
bucking bronco and when she eventually "cum" her juices
were spread from under my chin, on my chin, on my lips,
in my mouth, in and on my nose, my eyelids, my forehead
and even the front of my hair.

I definitely needed a shower now so she took me and
washed me down from the front of my hair, right down the
front of my body, paying special attention to my tits and
my pussy, until she eventually reached my feet. And then,
she did exactly the same all the way down my back this
time with special attention to my bottom even to the
extent of pushing the face washer in my bottom and
screwing it around to made sure I was thoroughly cleaned
out. When we stepped out of the shower she'd made sure
that I was really dry and had gone to the extent of
powdering me all over my body but not dressing me.

Now I really needed a rest but instead she laid me back
on the bed and lay alongside me so that I thought we were
just going to lie there and talk. This was not so and her
fingers were pushed inside me again and she'd told me to
"ride" them like a cowboy rode a horse. I started to move
thinking that she would help me out moving her fingers in
time with me but she made me do it all alone. First she
had two fingers in me, then three and eventually four and
when we'd reached this point she'd asked me what was the
most desirable number for me to fuck myself. I'd said
two, I could manage two best when it was all being left
to me so that was what I got. I rode them as best I could
lifting myself on to them without help from her and
perhaps that was the best thing she could do for me. When
it came was that the third orgasm or the fourth, I had no
idea, all I knew was that I'd had a wonderful time but no
more please, I was shagged.

I drove home but when I got about a couple of hundred
yards away from her place I had to stop and put my hand
inside my knickers to tease myself to orgasm again. It
didn't take more than few seconds and now I was in that
pleasant state where I was wearing wet knickers. When I
got home I went straight to bed, that's after I'd
undressed, and as I climbed into bed and made myself
comfortable my hand had slipped into my knickers again
but this time I fell asleep straight away. I'd woken
sometime during the night with my hand still inside but I
couldn't remain awake long enough to reach orgasm again.

In the morning when I awoke I rushed to the shower to
remove the "cum" smell from my body even though I'd had a
shower at Florence's place, however, I suspected that I
still had a smell on me. No sooner had I emerged from the
shower than the `phone rang, it was Florence. Hi darling
she'd said, sleep well? Yes, I certainly did but got to
go, need to get the kids ready for school, didn't know
what else to say especially at that time of the morning.

So, now we're a few weeks on from there and our
friendship is going very well, I can have her over here
at my place without it causing any problems because the
kids don't know that we sleep together, my apartment
being a private setting, there's a locked door between us
and the children. Of course we don't always make love
even when we are together, we've come to a nice
understanding and don't press each other. It's quite easy
to see when I want "it" or so I'm told, Florence says
that my eyes are hooded, I think she means that they're
sort of half closed. I can tell when she wants it, she's
breathing!!!!!!! But we are kind to each other, spending
time here and time at her place and only having sex when
it's apparent that we both want it.

Madeline's romance with Victoria has ended as far as I
know, apparently she was too demanding. Victoria wanted
more of a love affair than just a frequent sexual
encounter and although I often see Madeline when I'm over
at Florence's house it doesn't cause me any pain, in fact
I feel more pity for Madeline because she could have
continued with me if she'd wished except for her
wandering eye. Well, no, that's not exactly true, age was
an important factor too.

Florence is pleased that I don't seem to have any ill
feelings towards Madeline and we often chat over a cup of
tea of coffee, sometimes about the times we've shared but
mostly I try to steer the conversation away from that
episode for her sake. I'm now firmly attached to Florence
but we'll have to see what the future holds for us.