Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2007 06:41:11 +1100 (EST)
From: madeline morrison <mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: the minister's wife part 2

The title of this story is The Minister's Wife part 2
The story has been written my Madeline Morrison . I hope
you enjoy reading it.
If you'd like to comment on the story my e-mail is
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I'm always pleased to hear from readers about how the
feel about the story and how I can improve my next one.
Please enjoy.

When Helen had dropped me at the hostel one of my first
thoughts had been to get a pair of knickers on as quick
as possible but on reflection it had seemed to be stupid
because I knew full well what I was going to do. I'd had
every intention of having a long, slow masturbation
session teasing myself until I was just about ready to
scream for relief and because everything was under my
control I intended to drag it out for as long as I could.

That morning with her had been wonderful simply because
of her raw attack on me. There had been no finesse, her
kisses had been as though she'd never been kissed nor
kissed another person at any time in her life except as a
child. Of course I was not discounting her husband and he
may well be a `tiger" in the bedroom but that was not the
impression I got from Helen. She'd also been damned rough
with my breasts and while I may give the impression that
I'm just rough bitch that was far from the truth. I've
always loved kissing and fondling a woman's breasts just
as liked them to kiss and fondle mine so on that count
alone I stood to be more gentle with them.

When she'd gone down on my pussy her uneducated lips had
bitten me down there and that was something I didn't like
one bit and I'd damned well make sure it didn't happen
again or else she'd feel the back of my hand. However,
her learner's status aside, I'd enjoyed sex with her very
much and when I'd "cum" it was real and not a fantasy
orgasm. I guess her rawness had been part of the charm
but the next time I'd be "in the chair" as they say and
she'd have some concentrated learning to do.

All of this was passing through my mind as I lay on my
bed with my fingers touching my pussy lips, just gently
moving over them and then, with the flat of my hand
moving it over my mound again and again. The little
stubble of hair that was around my pussy, better remember
to shave before I meet her again, seemed to have stood up
as a salute to the movement of my hand. I'd been starting
to get aroused so I'd got off the bed and moved to the
sink and had a long drink of water.

I told you this was going to be dragged out didn't I?
After a few seconds I'd made my way back to the bed and
as I rearranged the pillow I'd noticed a little feather
that had escaped the pillowcase. I'd wondered what I
could do with it but nothing immediately came to mind so
I put it on the little bedside table thinking I'd put it
out with the garbage. I'd settled myself back on the bed
and let my fingers and then my hand move over and over
the mound before sinking my finger in there. I'd only put
it in the one time and then I tasted myself, mmmmmmm
tasted so nice and I wondered what Helen had thought as
she'd swallowed my "cum" yesterday.

Having tasted my pussy juice and let's be honest, which
woman hasn't tasted herself? I don't think I know any
woman over about 8 years of age that hasn't sucked her
finger after having put it in her pussy. I'd been
completely at ease and continued to play, only
occasionally taking it out of my pussy and putting it in
my mouth just to make sure the taste hadn't changed in
the last couple of minutes. I'd been getting far too
aroused for my desires just now so again I'd taken my
finger out of my pussy, stood at the side of the bed and
did some stretching exercises to take my mind off the
orgasm that was waiting to explode inside me. It had
taken maybe five minutes before I'd got the desired
effect.

I'd lain back down on the bed again and continued with my
previous torture treatment slipping my finger back inside
me again and moving my hips in rhythm with movement of my
finger as I slipped it in, pause, and then out, pause,
and back in again. Each stroke finishing with a pause to
let my pussy know that I was it's master and if it had an
orgasm it would be with my permission. However, sometimes
the brain loses out to instinct and despite my best
efforts my finger had started to increase it's speed
making me wriggle on the bed. As I'd wriggled from side
to side throwing my head around I noticed the feather on
the bedside table. My hand nearest the table had reached
out for it and when I'd got a decent grip on it, they're
only small, I'd gone to tickle my breast but as my clit
was now calling out I decided that it needed to have some
real attention from me.

I only gave it a couple of strokes and I got up again and
went to the communal bathroom, as I walked I fancied I
could hear wet sound coming from inside me. It was
getting to the stage where I'd better hurry or I'd be
caught out in the passage way with my `cum' streaming
down my legs. But, peeing relieved me of that worry,
somebody once told me that when a man's erect he can't
pee. Don't know if it's true or even if it's true for
women but I made it there without incident, sat and let
out a sigh or relief.

But that hadn't been't the end for me because I'd taken
my time washing my hands before I returned to my room.
Again I'd lain on the bed with my faithful little feather
and moving it (I'd named it Helen) across my pussy lips
I'd stroked and stroked until I'd been quivering and then
I'd known that I wouldn't be able to hold it back for all
the tea in china and I'd started to make gurgling sounds
in my throat as I'd searched for a paper handkerchief to
catch my "cum" in. I think I should have collected my
`cum" in a cup so I could measure it, there seemed to be
a cup full. I knew that couldn't be true but that was the
impression I got.

What you have to remember is when I've had an orgasm I'm
not `with it" so I could easily have made a teaspoon full
or a bucketful without me knowing precisely what I'd
made. All I'd known was that I'd excelled myself in
making myself orgasm and perhaps I owed it all to my
little friend, the feather, now called by the intimate
name of "little Helen".

I would have liked to have gone for a run but I pictured
myself running down the highway staggering from side to
side and when the ambulance turned up to transport me to
the hospital the woman attendant would ask me what was
wrong and I'd have to say "I've wanked myself silly and
now I'm just so tired". That wouldn't have got me a free
ride to the hospital they'd probably escort me to the
funny farm instead.

I'd thought that perhaps a hot shower or a cup of tea in
either order would do the trick for me and help me calm
down. So, on with the kettle and get my shower gear out
then maybe I'd take my cup of tea to the shower and I
could drink it whilst I soaked. What a good idea! The tea
was made and I strode down the hall to the bathroom,
nobody in but that didn't make any difference, if another
girl wanted to have a look at my naked body I wouldn't
hide myself, I'd be rather pleased especially if she got
herself off.

With the tea balanced on the side of the washbasin I
stood under the shower letting the hot water fall on my
head but as showers always seem to do to women I started
to touch myself in the nicest of places. Ultimately, I
went at it hammer and tongs and within about three
minutes I'd `cum" again. Washing myself, I was beginning
to think that perhaps I needed some medical advice, I
couldn't keep on masturbating like I was and if that was
the only sexual activity it mightn't be so bad but as you
know, I really like shagging girls.

Having dried myself and drunk the tea I dressed and
ambled back to my room and put some music on to soothe me
and get me off this sexual "high". The jangling of my
mobile phone disturbed me from my state of reverie, I'd
been in a sort of trance just swaying in time to the
music and now I was disturbed. The number of people with
my phone number was pretty limited, about 3 or 4 I think,
and this voice didn't sound familiar. It was very husky
and sounded like someone making an effort to be sexy.
When I said I didn't know who it was, she, it was a
woman, asked me if I'd already forgotten the fuck she'd
given me earlier. Oh, it was Helen and if you think back
to when she'd called out to me this morning in the manse
the difference in the voice was remarkable. She sounded
like a sultry movie actress who was on the prowl for a
man but in this case she was on the prowl for a woman so
I lowered mine trying to sound just as sultry. If anyone
had heard us they'd have thought we were having a joke
but it was having an effect on both of us, we both were
making noises in the backs of our throats and frankly
notwithstanding the fact that I'd had a fuck today, then
masturbated myself silly, I was now very close to wanting
another "love session".

Tomorrow she'd said in this new voice of hers. What's
happening tomorrow? Meet me under the clock at ten. It
would be safer for her to be seen collecting me in town
rather than from the hostel, better in the open rather
than in secret. Frankly that suited me but I'd have to
keep my eyes open for Meg and her tattooed friend,
couldn't chance another meeting with them, I might not be
so lucky next time.

I'm excited wondering what's going to happen when I meet
her, will we actually go looking for underwear for her or
will it be another session in the woods or the park.
Didn't mind either but she'd have to learn that when
she's with me I make the decisions about what happens,
yesterday was just one of those things. I'll make it
clear right from the very start that she's my girl and
not the other way around, still, I'm excited about
tomorrow.

When I go to bed I'm sorry to admit that I did it again
just thinking about what may happen. You must realise
that it had been quite a while since I'd had a girl and
now here was one that seemed to fit the bill nicely.
She's not young, at thirty something she's not old
either, no kids to worry about and a husband that's a
workaholic, that will leave us plenty of time for fun.
But first I have to get through the night. I've been
exchanging messages with Joan and she's managed to get me
very horny, should I imagine myself with her for the
night or should I think about Helen. Perhaps Helen is
safer, if I go to meet her with another name rattling
around in my head I might just forget myself and start
calling her Joan and that will screw things up. The thing
is, until it's all sorted out I must take care and make
no mistakes otherwise I lose a lover again.

Can't let that happen, she's exactly the kind I've been
looking for. Turns out to be aggressive once she's got
started but I'll soon put a stop to that. The sooner she
gets the message that I'm going to give her what I want
the sooner we get everything going with a swing.

When I get into bed I'm still thinking about tomorrow
picturing what I'll wear, should I wear a dress or a
skirt and blouse, I'd better get up and have a look in
the wardrobe to see what's clean and pressed. Pity I got
my skirt messed up today, but the fuck was worth it, I
could have worn that with a pair of stockings I took from
my mothers wardrobe, nice finish with stockings. I
settled for a dress and looked for ways to make it look
even better for her. I thought about taking a button of
the front and ironing the collar flat, it would come down
almost to my breasts and if I wore my good white bra I'd
lift them up so she could get a good look at them. Yep,
that's the solution.

Now that the plans are made I'd better jump into bed and
try and get some sleep but the excitement of tomorrow or
the anticipated excitement kept me awake and
unfortunately I ended up with my hands in my knickers
where you all expected them to be anyway didn't you?

My little play with myself went off very nicely but I
didn't extend it, just gave myself a little orgasm to
keep me happy through the night. Of late I've done a lot
of dreaming and it's amazing the women that pop in and
out of my dreams. Some are famous like Halle Berry and
there's another girl who's face appears on my screen when
I connect to Yahoo, I think she must be part of the Pussy
Cat Dolls, she certainly looks quite beautiful, wouldn't
mind a night with her. But, that's not helping me to get
to sleep but a little play with pussy won't do any harm
will it?

As you've already guessed I've spent hours playing with
pussy and I've been with both of the girls I've already
mentioned. They were lovely and I've kissed them both on
their pussies and sucked their nipples, they were both
satisfied with what I did but when I wake up in the
morning they're not there. Damn, another dream, but dream
or no dream my bed is in it's usual condition in the
morning smelling, of `cum" and there's only me here so it
has to be mine.

I don't have to hurry so I take quite a long time with my
shower and when the other girls start to drift into the
kitchen some ribald comments are made about me wearing
make up through the week and good clothes too. I made
some kind of an off hand remark like meeting friends or
something like that and when they turned to finish off
their own breakfasts I sneak out of the door without
telling them where I'm going.

She's dead on time so no worries there and we decide to
leave our coffee until we come to the roadside cafe about
ten kilometres away. She was in her four wheel drive
truck this morning so we were quite high above the road
and it gave an entirely different view of the road. As we
drove she had the radio going softly and I had my hand on
her knee. At first she'd flinched when I did it but now
she seemed quite relaxed with it. We were singing along
with the radio until we came to a roadside lay by where
trucks pulled up while the drivers had a rest. I told her
to pull in there and by the time she'd stopped the truck
we were practically next to a picnic table.

Ah, a picnic table. It reminded me of months ago when I'd
taken another woman to a beach where there was a similar
table. I didn't intend to use this one however. I told
Helen to get out and come round my side of the truck, she
seemed puzzled by this but did as she was told. I told
her to get in and sit in the seat that I'd been sat in
but again she looked puzzled but nevertheless, she got
in.

I didn't lie the way she was sat, I wanted her to sit
sidesaddle so that her face was to me. When we'd got her
rearranged I opened the buttons on her blouse, pulled her
bra down and moved to suck her breasts. What on earth are
you doing? Didn't stop me, I just continued sucking her
nipples and breasts. As the big trucks went by a couple
of them tooted their horns, perhaps they could see what
was going on in here. Her nipples were nice and juicy and
I was really enjoying my little task. During this time my
hand had slipped up her leg and whilst I hadn't got as
far as pussy, and didn't want to just yet, she was moving
her bottom on the seat trying to get nearer to the
teasing fingers.

Oh darling she was moaning, give me more. Not my
intention to give her any more or not at this time, I
wanted her "ripe for plucking' when I got her in the
underwear shop. Like it Helen? Oh yes? Easy to turn a
frigid woman into a nymphomaniac, no, that wasn't right,
she wasn't a frigid woman. She'd just never been trained
correctly. So, here I was, doing my bit for the country
and training her in the art of sex but with a woman and
not with a man. This was going to be a very nice task for
me and I was prepared to spend lots of time to making
sure that she had every advantage when she eventually
returned to the marriage bed, that's if she ever did.

As quickly as I'd started I stopped and put her tits away
and buttoned her up, got her out of the car and walked
her round the other side so she could continue the drive
to the next town. Oh, sorry, forgot to tell you that I
did take my hand from up her skirt, didn't want to lose
it did I?

As she drove away I'd asked her if she was relaxed enough
to drive or did she want to settle her nerves first. God,
you're a bitch she said, do you know that some of those
truck drivers probably saw what you were doing. Probably
I'd said, but then again I don't really care do you? Her
final comment on the recent happenings was you are such a
fucking bitch! I had to agree didn't I? It isn't good
manners to disagree with an older woman is it?

Didn't take too long to reach our destination but took a
little longer because we couldn't find the shop.
Eventually we found it tucked away in a little arcade,
lovely and cool inside and one thing for the shopkeeper
the sun wouldn't fade her display stock. Hi, that from a
woman about Helen's age but a little bit chubbier. Can I
get something for you ladies? I smiled at her and said
we're going to buy some underwear but give us a little
while to look round the shop at the brands you've got and
the styles. She seemed to find it amusing that all the
answers were coming from me and not Helen. I suppose that
when a couple of women come in she was used to I being
mother and daughter and that invariably meant that mother
would answer.

Kerry, that was the proprietors name, moved away so we
could browse in peace and Helen and I had about twenty
minutes to look round the shop and while she was looking
at the undies I was holding her handbag. I'll never
remember all these styles and colours will I and I'd said
have you got a notebook in your handbag, which she had. I
took it out and as I did I noticed my torn knickers from
yesterday, they were in one of those zip lock bags so
that the smell hadn't spread all through her handbag. My
how she blushed when I held the plastic bag up for her to
see, she was even more embarrassed when I opened the top,
put my face to it and took a deep breath. She rushed
across to me to snatch it out of my hands but as I tried
to evade her she found herself with it almost under her
nose. Her nose wrinkled up so prettily as the aroma ( a
nicer word than stink) hit her nostrils and while she was
looking so pretty I had a sniff too.

Under her voice she'd said fuck you, you're a bitch, my
retort was yes but you love me don't you? She pushed me
against one of the racks and attempted to put her hands
on my breasts and kiss me but I pushed her away saying
I've intended to tell you that from now on whatever
happens between us is what a let happen. Yes, I'm a bitch
and yesterday was not going to happen again unless I said
so.

There was a loud clearing of the throat from the other
end of the shop so I presumed that Kerry was coming to
investigate what was happening. Found anything you like
ladies and I put a very nice black bra in her hands and
said that's what we've found so far, do you have it in
white? And do you have it in a matched set, you know,
knickers or briefs too? I've got it with a G string if
that's what you'd like but no, not likely, they look so
uncomfortable. Here Helen, try this bra and then we'll
know what size but Kerry said I'll just measure her and
she opened Helen's blouse, fed her tape around her and
measured her. During the measuring process I noticed that
Kerry's face was very close to Helen's breasts and I
wasn't at all surprised when she had a big smile on her
face.

Kerry said you're such and such a size (I won't repeat it
here, nothing to do with you lot) but that bra you've got
there will be too tight and you'll overflow the cups. She
left us for a moment and came back with and assortment of
bras. She brought lots of colours, styles and sizes for
Helen to try. I fell in love with a very nice black one
that was cut very low and Kerry said it's intended to
wear with those very low cut dresses  and blouses where
the neckline comes almost to the waist, they give
support, push the breasts towards the centre and
obviously show off lots of breast.

I persuaded Helen to try it on for a start and oh boy
didn't she get in a tangle with it, just nerves of
course, she'd never been fitted with a bra before and
certainly not one like this. Kerry and I were there to
help her and when her breasts were bare Kerry's eyes
nearly popped out of her head and she licked her lips.
Wow I thought, we've got another one of us here, wonder
what would happen if I took one of Helen's nipples in my
mouth, would Kerry join in? Nothing doing, Kerry rushed
out of the changing room and disappeared from view. I
know where you've gone I thought so I went after her and
said you didn't have to leave the change room you know.
Didn't you recognise a lesbian when I walked in?

Do you know, I thought wow, wouldn't I like to spend a
little time with these two? One's so young and the other
one a little older, wonder which one's in charge so I put
her mind at rest by saying that I'm the dominant person
in this couple.

Have you been together long she'd asked and I said no,
yesterday was our first time together and I let her have
her way with me but that changes from today, on the way
home I'm going to give her what she deserves. You're very
aggressive aren't you and I acknowledged that fact but
added that I'm not cruel, I just expect my lover to take
what I give her and when I say she can have me, then
that's her time.

Are you always like this she'd asked and so as not to
spoil the conversation I said you bet I am. What happens
when somebody crosses you? Well, it depends o who it is,
in your case because you're a practising lesbian you'd
probably get a smack on the bottom for your trouble.

Tell me she'd said, how confident are you that you're
going to f.she was going to say the word but changed her
mind and said make love to her. Dead confident, you can
bet money on it. I went back into the change room where
Helen was admiring herself in the mirror but Kerry had
followed me in. That didn't trouble me, I just leaned
toward Helen and kissed her on the breast. Both Helen and
Kerry gasped, in Helen's case I think it was because she
liked it and in Kerry's casse it was shock at the fact
that I'd kissed another woman's breasts in front of her.

Helen's protest was very half hearted and she didn't
protest but held me to her breast letting me suck her
nipple for her. Kerry obviously wanted to join in so took
her hand and pulled her towards us because she'd
apparently become rooted to the spot and I wanted her on
Helen's other breast. After a few seconds of both of us
sucking Helen's breasts I turned to Kerry and pulled her
face to mine and kissed her making sure that Helen could
see us with our tongues moving to each others mouths.

Poor Kerry, she didn't quite know what to do, should she
continue with the kisses or should she return to Helen's
breast? I knew, I pulled her toward me and kissed her
again but I didn't let go of Helen's breast and I knew,
yes I just knew, that it was time to get out of here and
take her somewhere we could be alone. Kerry must have
thought me a bit unkind when I said we'll take the black
and white bras with matching panties. I took Helen's hand
and led her towards the cash register and waited while
Kerry wrapped Helen's purchases and as we turned to leave
I said to Kerry give me your business card, I think we or
Helen or maybe both of us will need it.

Helen was aghast when we left the shop but I took her
into the first coffee shop we came to and sat her down to
look at her purchases. She leaned over to whisper to me
saying that was awful but I pretended not to hear her,
I'm not shy about buying bras and knickers so I took the
bag off her and held them up only to see her turning
blood red, goodness, I couldn't help but laugh. Don't
she'd said so I gave them back to her and gave her the
benefit of my biggest smile and the nicest look at my
breasts that she'd ever had.

Let's go and try them on properly I'd said so we hopped
in the car and I took her back to the hostel, at least
I'd get her to myself once we were in my room and because
she'd be scared of attracting attention I could rely on
her being quiet. While she was driving I kept up a stream
of chatter to take her mind of what she surely knew was
going to happen. When we arrived at the hostel I grabbed
the bag to make sure it found it's way inside and up to
my room. I locked the door and just to be on the safe
side I wedged a chair under the door handle, then I
turned, looked her in the eye and moved slowly across the
room to her.

Perhaps my face was stern, I'd tried to make it look that
way. She looked a little anxious wondering what was going
to happen. Smiling at her, I pulled her into my arms and
said that she had nothing to worry about, it was only I,
Madeline, nobody else was here. She was tense as I kissed
her on the cheek, and again when I kissed her on her
eyes. She was tense as I kissed her on the tip of her
nose and again when I kissed and licked her earlobe.
However, as I held her and as I was giving her those
little kisses intended to relax her she snuggled into my
arms and said nobody would believe you're only sixteen,
you've calmed me so well.

Yes, darling, I'm good at this, I'm very good at sex, but
only with a woman, and you're the woman I want right now
but first I want you to show me what you've bought.
You've already seen them. Ah yes. But not in private
where I can really judge how they look on you, it was
lovely of Kerry to help but it will be better if it's
just us two alone and then we'll let Kerry join in next
time. By now I had her sufficiently relaxed to give her
that kiss I'd been waiting to give her. My mouth was very
soft on hers, no hurry, no panic, no pain for her, just
as sensuous as I could be. Gentility was paying off and
as my lips moved against hers she was responding to my
gentleness and I felt her lips soften too. It was very
nice just to stand there kissing her, we really did "fit"
together, her breasts were pressing against mine and our
thighs, seemingly without our knowing, were touching
quite nicely.

My hand moved to her breasts and as they did I'd said
this is where it all begins Helen. What do you mean?
Remember what you did to me yesterday and she did and
started to move her body against mine until I told her
that it was my turn today. What do you mean? Well my
darling, it's time for you to learn that I'm the dominant
woman in this partnership and I'm going to show you how I
make love. By the end of this afternoon you will be mine,
quite willingly too. I won't be too forceful with you but
you must understand that I don't take any nonsense from
other women and I won't take any nonsense from you. With
that I increased the pressure of my lips on hers and
place my hand on her breast. She seemed reluctant to let
me feel her breast until such time as I grabbed her
nipple and squeezed hard and I mean hard.

Oh hell, she'd said, that hurt and I said yes I know, it
was intended to hurt you so you will remember what I said
earlier about me being the master in this partnership and
we have sex when I say so and you get to make love to me
when I let you and not before. I don't know if I can
fulfil those conditions Madeline she'd said so I picked
up her bag, gave it to her, moved the chair from the
door, opened the door and said `bye for now, let me know
when you're ready for me.

What are you doing Madeline? I'm letting you go, I don't
want any woman to say that I made her stay against her
will or that I forced her to have sex with me, I just
want a woman that knows what she wants and sets out to
get it. do you mean you'd let me go rather than force me
to submit to you and when I said yes the tears started to
flow. I didn't let up though, I've seen tears before, and
this won't help you know, I'm not impressed by the flow
of tears. I was impressed really, I just didn't want her
to think she had found someone that she could put one
over on. She had to know that I was the master here.

Darling, don't send me home. Why not? If I promise to
behave can I stay for a while. I wanted a few minutes to
think it over but what I was really thinking was where
will I start with her, her tits or directly to her pussy.
I went through all of the motions that I'd just completed
but in reverse order and then gave her the order to come
to me. She came apparently quite willingly so that as she
reached me we were both opening our arms for each other.
As I kissed her, my lips were not pressed too tightly
against hers so that I could say out of the side of my
mouth just do as you're told and everything will be all
right.

I'm so sorry, I didn't think that being with a woman, I
noticed that she hadn't made the mistake of calling me a
"girl", could be so difficult, you're a very hard
taskmaster. I'm not really I just won't let you mess me
about. I expect you to be submissive to me so that when I
want you I can have you. I try not to be mean and when
it's obvious that you'd like to take me I'll consider it.
But now, it should be obvious that I want you and I want
you now, not tomorrow or the day after so what's it going
to be, are you going to leave or are you going to stay.
Please let me stay Madeline.

Of course I will, we've made progress already haven't we
and she'd replied with an emphatic "yes". So we're going
to have a look at what you've bought today so pass me the
bag and we'll have a look. What do you think of the black
bra? She was "cooing" over it, isn't it lovely, I've
never worn one like it before, shall I put it on? Yes,
I'd like to see you in it and with that she'd turned to
go to the other side of the bed until I'd started to
laugh. There's nowhere to hide in here sweetheart. Where
will I change and I'd said right in front of me. Let me
help!

With that I'd stood, moved in front of her, started to
unbutton her blouse and as she blushed I'd given her a
little kiss to ease her embarrassment and opened it wide.
Her breasts were larger than mine but with a little age
and lack of attention to them they'd sagged a little. I
turned her round, so as not to continue with the
embarrassment, slipped the blouse and the bra off her
shoulders, reached for the new one and slipped it over
her shoulders telling her to fit herself in the cups and
I fastened it for her.

Does it look OK she'd asked and yes, it looked lovely but
I wanted to see how it would look with it under a blouse.
It looked OK but the blouse wasn't the right one for her
so I looked in my wardrobe and found a cotton jumper that
was a little large on me and we slipped that on her. Wow,
it seemed to hang straight down from her nipples almost
as though the jumper was being held out by ropes or tent
poles. The drape of the jumper was so sexy. I tried it
with one button open and then two buttons but I had to
admit that it looked better fastened as far as it was
supposed to go, that's just to the bottom of the "V"
neck. Come on I'd said, let's go look in the big mirror
in the bathroom and as we opened the door, don't forget
it was locked like Fort Knox, one of the girls from down
the corridor saw Helen and said my word, who's this
you've got in your room Madeline? She looks like she's
got what it takes and while Helen had the good grace to
blush she smoothed the jumper over her breasts, maybe to
show them off a little better for the other girl.

Before we went into the bathroom I put my hands over her
eyes and then when she was stood directly in front of the
mirror I took my hands away. Do I look good or don't I
she'd asked and my reply was that she looked wonderful.
That wasn't what I'd intended, or wanted, to say but
while she was relaxed I didn't want her to get "wound up"
again. She was almost preening herself in front of the
mirror turning this way and that way to examine which way
looked best. Pity we hadn't got around to buying her a
skirt, I was excited at the thought of seeing her in a
short tight skirt. However, this would do for a start,
she looked so sexy.

Come on I'd said, back to the room but she seemed
transfixed looking at herself in the mirror so I'd
grabbed her hand and dragged her back to the room
shutting the door and shoving the chain in front again.
Now who's in a hurry as I tried to take her in my arms
but she held me away until she'd unfastened one button
for me. The swell of her breast that I could see was a
great temptation for me, trying to keep myself calm was
totally against the grain and eventually I had to
surrender to my passion and made a dive for them.

Do you really like them darling she'd said and my mouth
was just too full to answer right at that moment. Just a
little bigger than I usually liked but I wasn't going to
complain. Whatever cream she'd put on her skin that
morning tasted very nice, coconut I think. Perhaps that's
what was making them slippery in my mouth but I was
trying to hang on and I was thinking if this happens
regularly I'd better get a harness so I can fasten myself
on to her. be that as it may, they were lovely and I'd
changed to her right breast now, it's nipple wasn't quite
so hard as the left one but being the nice girl I am I
was prepared to work extra hard to get the requited
results.

I was like guzzle guts sucking and sucking away but now
my hands, which had been required to hold me against her
slippery tits, were making their way to her pussy. We
hadn't dressed her in her new knickers as yet but I
wasn't going to interrupt my sexual pleasures to change
the rest of her underwear now, the mood I was in wouldn't
allow for a change of plan. I'm still sucking her and
moving my hand against her and she'd said yes, take my
pussy and contrary to all my feelings my hand went to her
pussy, grabbed a handful and squeezed as hard as I could.
I immediately regretted it because I could feel that I'd
caused her pain, I didn't need the moan to tell me that.
Sorry darling I'd said but she'd said in reply it's OK, I
expect you to master me.

Oh fuck, this woman is holding herself open to be raped
but knowing myself better than anybody else I stopped
what I was doing and turned away from her. What's the
matter, aren't I satisfying you? Yes of course you are
but I have no idea what made me do that. Perhaps it was
because I wasn't co-operating with you as well as I
should. No darling, that's not the answer, I didn't know
what it was. I'd never been this way with a woman before.
Come here she'd said and she'd held me to her breast
again lifting her nipple inside my mouth. Goodness that
was nice of her, so soothing for me just when I had been
getting quite upset wondering what had brought on that
nastiness, never been like that, perhaps a little slap
but not much more.

With her nipple in my mouth I was feeling so much calmer
now but it had been Helen that had carried my hand down
to her pussy again. She'd lifted her skirt and putting my
hand on her mound she'd apologised for not having changed
her knickers for me. However, whilst my hand was there I
wasn't complaining, I could feel her lips, quite full and
was that a little dampness I could feel there? In case it
was, I lay my palm on her and slowly circled her pussy
feeling her stiffen as I move over and around it. Her
breasts were heaving for me and I was again having
problems holding on to her breasts but I was determined
not to let go.

She was whispering to me something about her pussy and
when I lifted my mouth from her nipples she'd said go
down to my pussy darling. Now, this was the time when I
really knew I had her for myself and I lowered myself to
my knees as she lifted her skirt and then her swollen
mound came into sight. I was going to enjoy making her
suffer for me and my kisses on her lips were like heaven,
it had taken me longer to get this far with this woman
than it had taken me with almost any other and now I was
going to enjoy myself.

Giving myself a mental nudge, I'd reminded myself that
pleasing myself was not the answer, pleasing her was the
real answer. Only by making sure that she came to realise
what sex with another woman, and in particular this
woman, was the way to ensure she wanted more. I wanted to
make sure that she maintained her interest in sex but
really what I'd wanted was to make sure that she'd have a
deep interest in me. If she didn't maintain an interest
in me then it was goodbye lover. That would never do,
she'd capitulated so far and I intended to press on with
my moves on her now receptive body.

Then she'd been telling me that she still had her lovely
panties in the shopping bag and would I help her put the
on. Would I, what a question to ask me of all people? I'd
helped her to take her own knickers off and when I saw
her bare mound I was shaken to my core, her opening was
covered in a rich creamy thick liquid so good looking
that I wouldn't wait until she'd changed her knickers, I
had to have her right away. Sucking and licking it off
her was almost like having a superb meal, it had to be
full of vitamins and minerals, such was the taste of it.
My tongue and lips were surrounding and covering her
pussy in haste almost as though I expected some waiter or
waitress to snatch my plate away from me. Swallowing as
quickly as I could I set out to clean up what I could
have missed so it was quite sometime before I'd finished
and when I'd looked up at her she was lay almost as
though she was in a dead faint.

It had worried me so I'd made a quick dash to her face to
make sure she was OK but all I'd elicited from her was
have you finished already darling. Bitch, there I'd been,
worried sick in case she'd taken ill or something and she
was enjoying herself no end. I'm really going to make you
suffer for that I'd thought but when she pushed my head
back to her pussy I'd lost all interest in making her
suffer. It hadn't been long before she'd had another
orgasm and when it happened she'd rewarded me with a big
sigh and oh fuck, that was good Madeline.

We still hadn't tried on her new knickers, perhaps we'd
save that for another day but I hadn't been able to waste
such a glorious opportunity. Without taking the labels of
them we'd slipped them up to her pussy and snuggled them
down on her bottom. There had been lots of stroking by
both of us just to make sure that they were sat right.
They were fine but we'd needed another trip to that same
shop because I wanted to find some revealing blouses and
short skirts and I thought Kerry deserved to see this new
woman of mine that she'd helped me construct. She'd
proved to be a woman who had good taste and she'd
deserved a return tip if only to say thank you for
helping.

Needless to say, Kerry had been very impressed both with
her dress and with her demeanour, she'd looked so
confident as she'd walked into the shop and after they'd
exchanged kisses we'd all entered the change room to let
Helen try on some skirts and dresses that I'd asked Kerry
to put to one side. Her taste was impeccable, the clothes
she'd selected suited Helen down to the ground and
although Helen was my woman I'd almost invited Kerry to
have to join us in the park or woods after we'd dressed
her.

However, Helen was my girl and so early in the
association I wasn't prepared to share her. Besides
which, although she'd helped to try lots of underwear on
Helen she hadn't yet had the satisfaction of kissing her
pussy and it wouldn't be today. There were lots of woods
on the way home and I fully intended to make sure we
stopped in one for a little commune with nature. Pity
about the new knickers and bras but we'd take care of
them and put them to one side so they wouldn't get
soiled. See how considerate I am?

Now, Helen and I have been together for some weeks and
our affair is carried out either in my room or in the
forest where she can scream and yell for all she's worth
and oh boy, is she worth it and does she scream. After
making love to me twice she'd decided that being the
submissive was more to her taste so, lucky me, I get to
have her where I want her and practically as often as I
want her. But I'll never forget that day that I first
took her to my room at the hostel.