Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2008 13:43:49 +1100 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Her Touch

A further story of my association with Madeline, my favourite girl.

The story had had several titles all rejected because they were vulgar but
they all had references to the shape of bananas.

The story is called "HER TOUCH" which I think is a little more dignified
than any title with a reference to any kind of fruit.

The author is erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au

I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Madeline was sat on one of the high stools we use to have breakfast at the
kitchen bar. As I leaned towards her adjusting her hair her hand had come
to my breast and although I'd said, "Please don't Madeline" her hands had
opened my dress and exposed my pretty little white lace bra. Not content
with the exposure she'd unfastened the clip on the bra and let my breasts
fall free. Being in the position I'd been in it had been no trouble for her
to lift her lips and suck one of my nipples into her mouth.

To feel her thus, sucking gently at my nipple and with her hand fondling
the other breast was to know absolute pleasure. She'd looked up at me
knowing that my eyes would be closed and removing my nipple temporarily
from her mouth she'd addressed me by one of those names she knows turns me
on. `Whore' she'd called me knowing that my immediate response would be to
clutch her head holding it firmly to my breast.

Notwithstanding the knowledge that she had me in her power she'd gone on to
really make me accept that `whore' is what I am. Her luscious lips had
sucked me back in again but this time to make me feel even more in her
power she'd slid her hand under my dress and touched my knickers right on
my pussy. I suppose I'd moved but if I had it hadn't been to evade her hand
it would have been to move myself into a position where I could press my
pussy against her fingers. Did her fingers remain still whilst I moved
myself against her? I'm not sure but on the odd occasions when I opened my
eyes she was smiling at me and it seemed as though she realised that I
couldn't get enough of her and she let me ride against her. my breathing
was becoming ragged and whilst I wasn't moving faster against her fingers I
was certainly exerting more pressure.

The thought went through my head, why doesn't she put her fingers inside me
where she must realise I want them but nothing happened until such time as
I took hold of her wrist and moving my knickers out of the way I managed to
get three fingers inside my pussy. It hadn't calmed me though and as her
mouth returned to my nipple it was I that moved even quicker bringing my
favourite response from her, my favourite whore she called me. That really
set me going and I'd gone at her stationery fingers, that I was holding,
like a mad rabbit until soon with a gasp I creamed all over her
fingers. Holding them up to me she'd laid them on my lips to wipe my cream
on me and then her lips had joined with mine in a deep passionate kiss that
went on and on and on.

Her tongue was slowly moving in and then retracting from my mouth, not
completely leaving me of course, but almost as though she was a male
fucking me and I was at such a fever pitch that I orgasmed again and with
that orgasm my lips pulled away from hers as I bent forward from the waist
to relieve the stress that the orgasm was putting on my lower belly. As the
stress passed I straightened up and as I had she'd said, "my goodness
Erica, your tits look absolutely fantastic" but my only reply had been the
only one she deserved, "it's you that does it to me".

She stood from the stool and leaning me back against the kitchen bench she
started a kissing session that seemed to go on forever. Every time I
thought she'd stopped her lips came back to me again sometimes fiercely and
sometimes so gently that it was only a guess that our lips were touching,
that is until her wet tongue ran along mine and made me sigh again and
again. With the prior comment that my tits were fantastic as we'd separated
from that last kiss I'd had a chance to look down at them and if I'd seen
my nipples on another woman I'd have been almost prepared to jump on her
and dragging her to the floor fucking her as hard as I could.

She'd said, "you love your tits like this don't you?" what could I say in
reply except that I'd like to show them off to her for the rest of the
day. She slapped the top of the kitchen bench with the palm of her hand
saying, "OK babe, up here". I didn't need to guess why, I knew that I was
going to feel her soft silky tongue on my pussy and when it happened it
would be the fulfilment of the desires I'd had for weeks now.

She was bold, she was aggressive, she was assertive, she was sensual and oh
so powerful. Her tongue, which somehow she manages to get nearly as stiff
as a man's erect cock, was at the entry to my pussy, all that was stopping
her was a pair of white lace knickers. I knew that they weren't a problem
to her, she'd taken them off me many times before and depending on her mood
at those times she'd sometimes taken them off very gently and at other
times she'd virtually torn the off me. I'd been in suspense wondering how
they'd go this time but apart from the teasing she'd just given me she'd
continued with such soft touches that I barely knew she was there. That was
until her lips met my pussy lips and gently kissed them. It had been like
young lovers having a traditional necking session as she kissed me from
close to my anus up to the level of my clit except that she didn't touch it
either with her lips or with her tongue. Quite obviously she'd intended
that I would be made to wait and she would progress at her leisure.

One delicious swirl of her stiffened tongue as it moved both across and
along my pussy made me cringe with the tension that developed inside me and
I'd waited with baited breath for her to do it again. She'd done it and I'd
given her the same response and again as she did it again but that had only
been the precursor to the appearance of her tongue. This time, although I
hadn't seen it, I could guess that it had appeared at full length ready to
penetrate me. I hadn't been wrong in my guess but I was wrong in that I'd
expected it to enter me in a dive but that hadn't been the case. It had
almost been as though she was opening something very special and tender, I
felt just the tip inside me first and once it had distributed some of her
saliva, and carried some of my juices, around me her stiffened tongue
penetrated me to it's maximum. I'd felt her lips against my pussy and while
her tongue was circulating inside me her lips were leaving generous kisses
on my pussy lips.

I'd felt my back and bottom raising from the bench as I tried to get her
deeper inside me and when she swept some papers off the bench and lay me
flat I'd opened my legs as far as I could so that one fell inside the
kitchen proper and the other one fell where we would have been eating just
a short time ago. She hadn't ignored my breasts though, her hands were busy
squeezing my nipples and gathering the full flesh of my breasts, as well as
she could, squeezing that too. Periodically she withdrew her mouth from my
pussy and moving back to where I could hear her she'd repeated some of the
awful words she knew I liked, cunt, pussy, fanny and on and on until her
vocabulary was exhausted and I'd started to climb toward my peak again. But
her mouth moved back to my pussy again and continued with the same torture
although it wasn't torture, she knew very well that she could torment me
like this for ages and I wouldn't complain. Although I very much liked her
to make me 'cum' I knew that after I'd been through this torment I'd `cum'
like nothing on earth.

It had been sometime since we'd been together the last time and on her next
foray to my lips she'd asked me if I'd seen Holley? She knew damned well I
had but I knew something was coming from her as she said Holley doesn't
fuck you like this does she?" No, she doesn't, she'd have gone at me like
the proverbial bull at the gate, very exciting but lacking that sensuous
touch that Madeline has. She'd never have had the patience to fuck me like
Madeline had been doing then but one thing was sure that sooner or later
Madeline would fuck me even wilder than Holley and I'd damned near leap off
the table or wherever else she was fucking me.

I'd been nearly at the end of my tether and I'd asked her to finish me off
but of course I had to have a little more of her teasing as she reached out
for a banana in a bowl on the bench and after wetting it with her mouth she
pushed it inside me. It had felt almost as though it was almost a circle as
it had touched places that hadn't been touched before even with bent
fingers.

That had really been when I leapt clear of the bench as I showered the
banana with my juices only to see her ease it out and enter it, still with
the skin on, in her mouth. I'd been made to share it with her and I was
going to say two disgusting women enjoyed my `cum' enormously but why were
we disgusting? As far as I was concerned we were two women enjoying what I
presumed women had been enjoying for millennium.

She'd allowed me to straighten myself up as she sat and casually ate the
banana, without the skin of course. Perhaps we'll come back for another
banana later; there are quite a few in the bowl.