Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2007 17:18:03 +1100 (EST)
From: madeline morrison <mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Minister's Wife part 3

It's been written by Madeline Morrison and it's intended
to be read only by persons who are of an age where it's
legal to do so.
The story was written for my own pleasure and whilst it's
a bit naughty I think you'll enjoy it, that's if you're
into stories about women being together.
If you wish you can copy it to your computer but please
don't claim that it's your story.
Can't think of what else to say except that if you've
written to me before I'd be pleased to hear from you
again.
Love to hear what readers think of the story but if you
don't like it please be gentle with me, I'm an amateur
My e-mail is mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au

Helen and I are now confirmed lovers but I haven't
finished with her education as yet, there's still Kerry
looming in the background and I'd like to introduce her
to Helen in a real satisfactory way for both of them.
I've introduced her to some of my favourite practices,
such as anal sex, and whilst there was a little
reluctance on her part now that she has it firmly in her
head that I won't countenance any nonsense she's
accepting that I'm the one that makes most of the
decisions.

But, we still have to make some decisions about more
underwear for Helen, I'm not a lover of thongs, American
style, I like knickers that cover the buttocks and come
almost up to the waist. Helen has some church duties to
attend to today so I've taken the opportunity to catch
the early bus to town where Kerry has her shop. Although
the journey took a fair while it was a pleasant ride. I'm
looking forward to seeing Kerry partly because our prior
experiences with her had been very stimulating for me.

Once the bus arrived in town rather than rushing to the
shop I took a leisurely cup of coffee, keeping an eye out
for Meg and the tattooed bitch. Being early not too many
of the locals were around so I could finish my coffee in
peace before a leisurely stroll to the shop. Kerry was
pleased to see me, that's if the welcoming kiss meant
anything and being a business- woman she was also pleased
at the opportunity to make a sale.

I made it clear that I hadn't come to buy today but
partly to share her company and partly to pick out some
nice things that I'd like Helen to come back and try for
herself. Just going to put the coffee pot on she'd said
from out the back of the shop. Ok, be there in a moment,
strolled through the bras looking to see if anything
caught my fancy just at a quick glance but nothing
obvious. Not that I was creeping through the shop but
apparently I crept up on Kerry without her noticing.
Coffee was not the main thing on her mind, she had her
skirt pulled up and she was gently stroking her pussy.

Quietly I said why don't you let me do that for you and
like a startled rabbit she turned round dropping the hem
of her skirt as she turned. Now, she might have been
embarrassed but you know that I wasn't. I just stepped up
to her, lifted her skirt and placed her hand back where
it had been. Don't stop on my account Kerry it must be
awful stopping in the middle of something as important as
"bashing your pussy".

It seemed her major concern was that I'm only sixteen but
as I said to her, you know damned well that I'm Helen's
lover don't you? By now I was stood directly in front of
her so I took her hand and helped her lift her skirt,
then placed her hand on her pussy. I took over from her
holding the skirt and took her hand to her breasts so now
she had one hand masturbating herself and the other
fondling her breast.

Can I have a suck, I'd said and she offered the other
breast to me. I sucked it as deep into my mouth as
possible all the time smiling at her. Her arousal was
quite apparent and when I took my mouth away from her
breast to smile at her again she was quite aggressive in
grabbing my chin and moving me back to her nipple. I took
my mouth away form her breast again telling her that like
Helen she had some lessons to learn.

But you're only a girl she said so I took her hand away
from her pussy and quite forcefully told her that she
could get her hand back there when she recognised the
fact that I was not to be played around with. It was a
bit of a struggle before she submitted to me but
eventually I won. Now, if you want to masturbate when I'm
with you it will have to be acceptable to me. Helen has
now learned her lesson and I don't expect to have to
teach you as well.

She was a bit embarrassed when I stood back and told her
she could continue and I had to tell her again. Whilst
not fully at ease with me she did what I told her and not
a couple of minutes later she had a nice little orgasm.
When she did, I knelt before her and licked her clean. I
didn't go inside her knickers but just licked around them
so that she would have a fair bit of it left inside her
pussy so it could dribble into her knickers later.

I stood, told her to make the coffee and sat down in the
only chair. She brought the coffee across to me and I
took her hand and pulled her down to my lap. Didn't want
her arousal to get "cold, I might want it later to soothe
my lips if they got chapped with the sun, I'm told that
pussy juice is good for sun protection. What about my
coffee she'd said and I let her get up so she could drink
it.

Now, what I've come for is to look around for some nice
clothes for Helen, more underwear in all probability and
maybe another couple of skirts and blouses. We'd scouted
round the shop and we found some that would really suit
Helen, this was the new Helen we were talking about. We
found about 4 new pairs of knickers that we both liked
and thought would look fantastic on Helen. Fortunately
the bras, that formed part of the sets, were in her size
too so it was a fruitful morning session.

We parted with a kiss inside the shop, good choice on my
part wasn't it, I could get to feel her tits before I
left and knowing that it made me horny I knew it would
leave Kerry in exactly the same condition. She'd be more
than ready for when Helen and I returned some other day.

An uneventful trip home and when the bus was approaching
the clock tower in town I rang Helen to see if she could
pick me up. Of course she could, she'd missed me all day.
I only stood at the clock for a couple of minutes before
she arrived and we didn't stay around town, we headed off
to the hostel immediately. I knew what she had in her
mind but I just kept smiling until we reached the spot
where we could pull off the road and have some privacy.
This is a slightly better location, there were a few more
trees around so we had a little more privacy.

Can I guess why we've stopped here but she knew what the
answer would be, she was as anxious as I to hold each
other. The kisses were so sweet, she was being very girly
with me, her perfume was fresh, probably put it on when
she left to meet me and the lipstick was fresh too. I'd
noticed that her blouse had been pressed back at the
neckline so that it revealed a little more of her
breasts, this woman was really starting to get into the
swing of things, not that I was going to complain. My
hands were moving to her buttocks, don't know whether I'd
felt her there before but they were lovely to hold and
knowing that I'd managed to get her out of those damned
old ladies knickers the feeling really thrilled me.

Take me in the woods she'd said and we started to stroll
across the roadside grassed area when she turned around,
went back to the car and came back with, of all things, a
rug. She was as well prepared as Erica was the first time
but Helen didn't have the excuse of having children. I
spread the rug out on some short grass about twenty or
thirty metres from the road and we sat facing each other.
Goodness I smile a lot these days and why wouldn't I? I'm
getting so much sex and it's with the kind of women I
like, not only older but very nice looking too.

Helen reached out to me and sank back on the rug but
escaped her hands and smiled at her telling her that I'd
like her blouse open so that I could look at her breasts.
What if someone comes she'd asked" Well they'll see an
older woman with her tits on display for her young lover
won't they? You're so funny Madeline. But when I got my
mouth on her pussy she didn't think I was funny she
thought I was really serious as I went about sucking her.
The taste was heavenly and the aroma much better than the
perfume she was wearing. I'm sure most men would gladly
sacrifice the smell of perfume for the smell of pussy.  I
know I would.

It was Helen who reached down and tugged her knickers out
of the way saying that she didn't want her darling to
have to struggle. What she really meant was that if I
only sucked her through the material of her knickers she
wouldn't get the full benefit of my tongue or my fingers.
As I sucked her I was whispering, as clearly as I could,
that we were going to see Kerry tomorrow morning so be
ready early. I've always been told never to speak with my
mouth full but just now, with her pussy lips sucked into
my mouth, I would gladly have taken a swipe across the
bottom rather than surrender her pussy lips.

I'm a greedy woman so when she did spray me my mouth
swallowed as rapidly as I could and again, as on previous
occasions, I didn't swallow but I crawled back up to her
mouth and kissed her. My mouth didn't open for her until
such time as she tickled me and forced her fingers in my
mouth so when I laughed a flood of her own "cum" was
delivered into her mouth, that's with the exception of
the small amount I managed to retain. There we were, two
women looking as though we'd just dined on caviar in the
poshest of restaurants. I have to admit that I've never
tasted caviar or dined in a posh restaurant.

There was lots of kissing as we moved back to the car and
when the truck drivers saw us coming out of the roadside
area with our arms around each other there was a loud
sound as they blew their horns. I helped her into the car
and as the drivers saw me helping her into the car, not
that she needed any help. There was another loud blast of
the horns. I gave them all a cheery wave as I let them
see me fastening my blouse.

She dropped me back at the hostel saying what time in the
morning but I said I'll ring you later and tell you.
Martin might be home, tough luck, I don't really care if
he is or he isn't, I'm not sneaking around too much
Helen, if he overhears it will test your ingenuity to
find a story to tell him. I did ring later although I
knew very well when I left her what our arrangements
would be for the next day but I did it out of devilment
to see if she could concoct a good story that sounded
plausible in front of him.

I didn't masturbate when I went to bed I only held my
breasts thinking that I'd had enough for the day, I
shouldn't be too greedy, I didn't want to spoil things.
Consequently when I went to bed I made sure that I only
wore cotton knickers so as not to arouse myself. I slept
like a top and only had a nice light breakfast in case we
stopped on the way into town for something else

Now, my problem when I got up in morning was what to
wear. I wanted to see some action in the shop so I
wondered whether to wear something "little girly" or
something naughty. As I searched through my drawers I
came across a little pink set that I'd almost forgotten
about so I tried it on and whilst it was a little tight
it looked OK.  My breasts were sort of in the "popping
over the top" position, if you know what I mean, and the
knickers were a little tight across the bottom and tight
around the waist but otherwise they looked OK.

When I went for a shower I hung them across the shower
rail thinking that the steam would help to remove the
creases. It did and when I put them on, apart from the
tightness, they were good. They looked good under my
skirt, no knicker lines to be seen and just about all the
creases had dropped out. Shortly, there was the sound of
the key turning in the door, we'd got past the stage of
picking me up in the town, now she had a key to my room
and could let herself in any time. Consequently, there
were times when I came back from a run to find her dozing
on the bed until I returned or else she'd heard me coming
along the corridor and made me a cup of tea or preferably
she'd dropped most of her clothes off ready for me to
make love to her. Have I told you before how greedy she's
getting?

Anyway, back to this morning, I hadn't been for a run so
she hadn't started to strip off. She was ready to go into
town. She looked very glamorous too, the blouse pressed
low as before, the skirt tight across her bottom, her
legs encased in lovely sheer stockings and high heel
shoes, altogether a lovely picture. I was thinking when
Kerry sees her she'll start salivating on the spot.

We didn't stop on the way to town the truck drivers were
out of luck today or at least this morning but it maybe
different this afternoon. Helen parked in a parking area
so that the car wouldn't be too hot later, it was a bit
inconvenient because it meant a few minutes walk but the
alternative was a boiling hot car this afternoon or
whatever time we left. The usual kisses when we arrived
both for me and for Helen. Kerry brought out the knickers
and bras I'd selected yesterday and I held the skirts and
blouses too.
Kerry escorted Helen into the changing room but I hung
back a little to give them a chance. A chance for what
you're thinking and I'm thinking you're slow, a chance to
at least have a decent kiss damn it.

I think I must have given them four or five minutes to
greet each other so when I slowly opened the curtains
there was a little flurry as blouses were adjusted and
bras straightened and skirts smoothed. I smiled as I
walked in but I wasn't angry, far from it, I took hold of
Kerry's hand and pulled her to me giving her the
smoochiest sloppy wet kiss you've ever seen leaving her
looking as though her mouth had been under a shower and
turning to Helen I put my hand straight up her skirt and
give her one of the same kind, with lots of spit on her
face. Ready girls? They were both blushing like little
girls caught in the school toilets playing with
themselves for the first time and as they tried to look
serious I started to laugh at the expressions on their
faces.

Helen was the first on the chair for a good sucking and
then we, that's Helen and I, gave Kerry a really good two
handed fucking. She's not the kind of girl a man would
want to take home to mother, her language was shocking. I
thought Helen would cover her ears but I'm beginning to
think that this woman knows more dirty words than Kerry
and I together. It would have been lovely to sell tickets
for the show but the after show appearances of the cast
was a disaster. Three women looking as though they'd just
run the marathon now occupied the change room and the
smell of `cum" couldn't be hidden and I suspect Kerry
would have to call in someone to scrub the place out when
we left. Sorry, didn't tell you that the girls made short
work of me, when they'd finished with each other they
started on me but after watching them it didn't take long
for me to "cum" to.

Eventually we departed with Helen's purchases, Kerry came
to the door and kissed us both directly in front of some
passers by, oh dear, didn't they stare at the
proceedings, I don't think something like that had been
seen in town before.

All the stuff was loaded in the car and sorry to have to
say, it was absolutely necessary to have the windows
wound down, the smell was awful or would have been to
anyone who hadn't been involved in the morning's affair.
Do you want to stop she'd asked but I didn't think any
business owner would let us inside his premises the way
we smelled so it was straight home to the hostel.

Even though I saw Helen almost totally naked changing
into her new gear I couldn't get aroused again. This
woman is becoming sexier by the minute, with her little
black knickers, her very lacy bra, her tight low cut
blouse and her tight short skirt she looked so good. I
suspect if Martin sees her like this tonight I will be on
for young and old. As a sort of a challenge or a dare I
knelt down in front of her and sucked her pussy until she
orgasmed and then, like the bitch I am, I rushed her out
of the door to face her husband alone. She knocked on the
door a couple of times but I just told her to go away. I
wondered what would happen when she got home and Martin
smelled her pussy?

The next morning she insisted on seeing me. Can't Helen,
got things to do but she insisted telling me it was
important. She was all of a dither when she arrived,
couldn't seem to get the words out of her mouth but
eventually she told me what had happened. Martin had been
like a beast to her throwing her on the bed and saying
where the fuck have you been all day? I wanted some help
around here but as she'd fallen back on the bed he'd seen
her knickers and saying where did you get those
disgusting thinks from he'd dropped to his knees and
given her a tongue lashing, the first decent orgasm he'd
ever given her.

Does that mean we're finished? I don't really know, we
need to talk about what will happen but I've given her a
fortnight to find out what his intentions are and whether
his orgasms are as good as Kerry and I have given her. I
think that should be long enough and besides we have to
consider our position too, that's Kerry and I. The
situation seems quite good to me, if I don't get Helen,
and I don't believe for one minute that she can give up
lesbian sex, I'll just call on Kerry for our mutual
satisfaction. Whether or not Helen stays with her husband
and his new- found lust is debatable but it's not such a
bad situation because she can still have it off with
Kerry and I whenever she wants while she can have it off
with him where and whenever they want. I think this
arrangement will work satisfactorily now that he knows
she likes girls too and it's because of our training that
she'd turned into the good f. she has.

What a wonderful situation all around!!!!!!

We may have to come back to Helen later to see how she's
progressing.