Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:26:17 +1000 (EST)
From: madeline morrison <mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: ministers wife part 9

This is Madeleine Morrison with my latest story.
It's my newest story in the series the Ministers Wife.
It's entitled the Ministers wife part 9.
I hope you enjoy it and don't forget I'm always pleased
to hear from anyone who's read the story and enjoyed it.
My address is mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au

This is the day I've been waiting for; Erica is due to
arrive in a couple minutes, I didn't go to meet her, I
let Florence go instead. I've got myself under control
because there are things that I want to discuss with her
that require a calm mind and if I'd met her at the
terminal I know that I would have been all over her like
a rash. I can hear a car pulling into the drive way and
shortly she'll come in the door but I'm determined that
I'll remain where I am.

The car door shuts and I hear footsteps across the yard,
the door opens and she enters. Oh dear, how can I resist
this woman? She looks absolutely fabulous but of course
my feelings about her are what really determines how I
see her. She's walking straight to me and without
bothering about the fact that Florence is there she takes
my hands and puts one on her bottom, the other on her
left breast and opens her mouth for me to kiss her.

Whilst I'm kissing her she's trying to unfasten her
blouse so she can, apparently, put my hand inside to feel
her. However, I take my hands down from her breast and
away from her bottom and make her sit down telling her
that we have things to talk about. I can see that she's
not too pleased with the reception but I'm firm with her
saying "don't you think it's foolish that I, a seventeen
year old girl, should have so much domination over you, a
thirty five year old woman?"  She's clearly distressed by
my question and goes to answer but seems to get her
tongue tied in her mouth.

Eventually she replies "I love you Madeline so the fact
that you dominate me has never been a problem to me, I
expect you to take the lead in our lives and I'm totally
committed to making you happy".

I'm bemused by her answer, admitting that she loves me
but she moves across to my seat and taking my hand again
she puts it inside her blouse and pulls my head down to
kiss her. This is all happening immediately Florence had
left the room whereupon Erica is trying to unfasten her
bra. When she achieves her aims and bares her breasts for
me one hand is pulling mine to her breast whilst her
other hand is mauling her other breast.

I pull Erica to her feet and taking her hand I lead her
to the stairs pushing her in front of me and of course
the woman, trying to make sure I'm "suitably primed" for
her, is waggling her backside just enough to take my
breath away. Reaching the top of the stairs she turns to
my bedroom and then changes her mind and leads her way
into Florence's bedroom instead. Florence had a very nice
wide bed and Erica takes me over to it and sits down
whilst at the same time reaching forward to put her hands
around my back. I can feel her hands unfastening my skirt
and shortly it drops to the floor leaving me stood there
in my panties.

All of my resolve about having a serious discussion has
disappeared as she pulls me toward her and kisses me
directly on the pussy. Sitting back and smiling at me she
asks, "What was it you wanted to say to me"? How could I
think of what to say when her hot lips are on my pussy?
But again I tear myself away.

I say don't you feel embarrassed to think I take the lead
in our love making rather than you? But she only answers
"ever since we've know each other, over a year now, I've
accepted that you are the more dominant partner in our
relationship and I'm very happy about it". "You are my
lover and whatever it is you want from me you can have".
My serious, very serious intention to make her see sense
and at least accept an equal partnership is fading away
and just looking at her I'm weakening. I want her and I
want her now.

I know she can see me weakening and my eyes keep straying
to her breasts so she's making sure that I can see them
quite clearly. This woman has learned something during
the few months we've been apart and she's putting all her
newfound expertise to full use. She's taking her breasts
in her hands and whilst staring down at them she still
finds time to give me a little smile from under her
lowered eyelids as she asks me "if I find them
appealing"?

Oh yes, they're magnificent, not big but just the kind of
size that I like and they're surmounted by the prettiest
nipples I've ever seen or had in my mouth. Without
realising it I've got up from the chair I've been
occupying for the last few minutes and I'm walking across
to her. Seeing that she's had a satisfactory result with
me she puts her hands back on the bed behind her, leans
back and thrusts out her breasts. It makes me catch my
breath and it's probably my stares that are making those
nipples grow even bigger.

As I reach her she pulls me down straight to her breasts
and I'm sucking them while she's telling me that she
wants to please me more than anything I can imagine. I'm
lost with her nipple inside my mouth and my hand is
searching for her other breast. I find it and my palm
moves across it stroking this nipple to erection too.
Meanwhile she's whispering in my ear about she's mine and
I can do what ever I want, without question. Her finger
has been wetted in her mouth and now it's finding its way
inside my ear and I can hear myself moaning as it wanders
about as deep inside as it can get. I know I'm absolutely
enthralled by her presence with me here and I'm working
very hard to make her have "fun" too.

She's saying "that's nice sweetheart" as my mouth wanders
around her breast leaving little traces of my spittle all
over it. Now my teeth are teasing her nipple with little
tiny bites but as I come up for air she's pushing me down
toward her pussy. I'm taking the opportunity to kiss her
in between her breasts as I make my way down placing
little kisses where her breasts meets her rib cage. I
reach her pussy and her hand is in my hair pulling it and
tugging it but without venom, more a tease than anything
else but as my lips at last meet her pussy she lets out
the most wonderful sigh.

Goodness, she is so wet, she must have controlled herself
magnificently whilst I was taking care of her breasts
because the amount of fluid around her pussy indicates to
me that although she hasn't yet "cum" it won't take much
to finish her off. I don't waste any time, her panties
are out of the way. She always wears the prettiest of
panties. These are a lovely white pair with a lace panel
in the front, lace around the little legs and with just
enough room to get my fingers inside.  I plunge my tongue
straight into her pussy and stiffening it like a male
penis I drive it in again and again and again. Her body
is tensing as I like it to do, always know when this
woman is about ready to "cum" and as she lets go of her
control "cum" shoots in my face liberally covering me in
it. Now the real sensuous Erica comes out as she shouts
out to me "oh fuck baby, give it to me harder". What a
slut, begging for it like that as I slip my hand in her
pussy and drive it deep, then almost out and then in deep
and almost out and then in deep and leave it in there
just moving it around gathering all the wonderful juice
she's manufactured deep inside her love juice factory.

She convulses for several minutes but as her breathing
starts to slow, her hips don't rise quite as high as they
did several minutes ago and now I can get a nice grip on
her slippery body. Oh wow, I'm exhausted and I was only
the "operator" as you might say whilst she was the engine
compartment. Eventually she's pulling me closer to her so
she can kiss me and as she did she said, "That's
something I didn't intend to happen today, I intended to
eat your pussy instead". Perhaps that will happen later.

There was a slight noise from the direction of the door
and when I looked around there was Florence leaning on
the doorpost with one hand inside her dress and the other
stroking her pussy. Erica must have heard her at the same
time I did and so Florence had the pleasant task of
entertaining both of us as she had an orgasm too.

Feeling rather dishevelled I got up from the bed and
walked to the bathroom myself. Florence was still in
there throwing cold water on her face and trying to
compose herself. Not wishing to disturb her I left and
went to the kitchen sink to cool my face down before I
put the kettle on to make tea. As I filled the kettle
Erica walked through the door still dressed in her
stockings only, not a problem there as I'm dressed in
much the same way too.

Soon we're sat at the table drinking the hot sweet tea
and I'm guiding Erica back to the conversation we were
having a few minutes ago about perhaps creating a better
balance in our love making. Clearing her throat she asked
me if I'd like her to have her breasts enhanced. I can't
imagine anything further from my mind so whatever had
gone before it's now apparent that I have to lay down the
law.

"If you do that I'll never speak to you again" I said
knowing full well that it was a lie. If she wants to have
her breasts enhanced then it's her choice not mine but
all I didn't want was for any surgeon to destroy those
lovely little tits and those beautiful nipples, they were
my joy. I stood and went round the other side of the
table and pulling her to her feet I gave her a very
"lush" kiss, as nice a kiss as I've ever given her whilst
at the same time pressing my finger tips against her
pussy. It certainly took her mind off other things and
soon she was riding my fingers as they slipped inside her
very wet pussy under their own steam. I'm bringing her
off on the table with the tea cups and saucers rattling
as I go down on her giving her my full attention and the
most rapid tongue lashing I've ever given her. She's
wrapped her legs around my head and she's damned nearly
strangling me as my tongue enters and pulls almost out of
her pussy and then leaps back to her clit. For a lady
Erica is a terrible slut and the language as she orgasms
is terrible but I'm used to it and in fact the awfulness
of her language is probably the very best gauge of the
strength of her orgasm. She's throwing her head back
banging it on the table but she doesn't seem to notice.
Finally, her body stops convulsing and she's pulling me
to her to kiss me. I often claim that the previous last
fuck was the very best one I've ever given her but she's
claiming this one is the very best of all.

Both of us are going to have to rest ready to go out this
evening. She knows where I'm going to take her and how
she'll be dressed and whilst she's pretending
embarrassment I know that secretly she's thrilled to
think that she's going out showing most of her breasts
and her skirt will be tight and short. Perhaps even more,
it will be revealing, she often brings something I've not
seen before, so that as she moves other women will get
little glimpses of her panties.

We've filled in the last couple of hours reading and
chatting and now it's time to get dressed but I'm having
second thoughts about taking her where other lesbian
women can stare at her. Other women looking at her is not
a problem but I don't fancy sharing her physical
attributes with other lesbian women. The chances are if
we go to the club other women will want to dance with her
and the sight of other "hot" women dancing close to her
will be just too much to bear. So, I'm going to suggest
we just go to dinner and if other women look at her,
presuming that there may be other lesbian women dining
there, they certainly won't be getting too close to her.

I made the proposition to her a few minutes ago that I
thought a nice dinner and back here early would be
preferable to the club. She's quite amenable to the
dinner suggestion and knowing that both of us like
Chinese food we've decided on a nice place in the next
town for dinner. I've chosen that one because it's
unlikely that anyone that knows us can put two and two
together whereas if we're seen in our home town, and I
know it's possible, people could jump to conclusions. If
we're in that kind of a public place we'll have to dress
more conservatively.

Being among large numbers of people, will dictate our
behaviour. If we get the kind of seating arrangements I'd
like, one of those nice semi private booths, we may be
able to be a little more familiar with each other than if
we are on public view. I ring first to make sure we can
get a seat and then if we can get one of their booths, a
little sweet talking generally gets you places and the
promise of nice treatment for the waiter or waitress
ensures our places.

Now that we're dressed Erica borrows Florence's car and
we leave promising not to be too late not that it really
matters, we're both adults. It's only about forty-five
minutes to the restaurant and soon we're seated in our
booth. As promised it's quite private and the area is not
too well lit. There was only a little activity on the way
here because she's in a strange car. I don't want to
distract her too much so I restricted myself to looking
down her blouse. It's not too tight so there's a little
view down the front, can't see the nipple but the swell
of the breast that I can see is very exciting indeed.

Being led to the booth that's been allocated to us I can
see Erica's bottom swaying from side to side and I'm
looking forward to having her in the booth with just the
low lights to illuminate it and us. The waitress is not
Chinese but a European, very pretty with blonde hair but
as we sit and Erica's skirt slides up her thighs my mind
moves back to where it should properly be, on my lover
and not on the waitress. In the absence of the waitress I
take the opportunity to have a stolen kiss and a feel of
her breast, oh, it feels so good.

I didn't realise the waitress is stood there asking us if
we wanted drinks, I was far too interested in having
Erica's breast in my hand and her lips on mine and it's
only when the waitress clears her throat that we know
she's waiting for us. I feel so sorry for Erica, she's
not really used to being caught in the act of being felt
up and kissed in public. I'm not at all bothered, if I
want to kiss her I will and I don't really care who's
there. As neither of us consumed alcohol I ask for soft
drinks with lots of ice and the little hussy of a
waitress lets me know what she saw by touching her breast
and smiling at me. I've never been slow at taking a
sexual hint so I gave her one of my very nicest smiles
back unfortunately Erica saw me and there was the hint of
anger on her face.

That wasn't a good start to the evening was it? I can be
such a silly damn woman at times doing things like that.
I'd better do something quick to take the edge off her
anger so I take her in my arms and damned near pull her
across the table top in my anxiety. She's surprised,
frankly I'm surprised too, at my impetuosity, good job
nobody was watching they'd have thought I was going to
strangle her or something. I'm saved when the waitress
arrives with our first course; we're having "dim sims" as
a starter. I know that `dim sims" often have different
names such as "dim sums" but "dim sims" is the name that
I'm familiar with. We're having them as part of a "yum
cha", that's a style where the waitress comes round with
a cart with little steamer baskets on it and you select
small portions of food from her.

Our first pick of "dim sims" comes with a dipping sauce
and as I take one from the basket and dip it in the sauce
and go to feed it to Erica I drop some of the sauce down
her neckline, as I'm trying to wipe it away the waitress
returns to see if we're ready for the next serve. Of
course, she sees me with my hand down Erica's top and I
get the naughtiest big wink as if she's saying I know
what she's going to get before the evening is over but
indicating that there's sauce still on Erica's lips she
does the most sensuous licking the lips clean motion.

More or less the evening progresses in much the same
fashion with us feeding each other and sometimes,
deliberately I think, dropping food down the other one's
blouse. We've now had five or six courses, each just a
small course, and we're approaching the stage where if we
were men we'd be unfastening our belts. So we're planning
on leaving soon, just a cup of coffee before we leave.
The coffee is very strong and whilst I don't often have
cream with it we're both ladling heaps of cream on the
top. Again she's got it all over her lips so it's
obligatory that I lick it off and enjoy the taste of both
her lips and the cream. At the same time but I've
forgotten where we are and my tongue is in her mouth
massaging hers and at the same time my hand has cupped
her breast and I'm breathing very heavily, desire is
heavily upon me. Erica's hand is holding mine to her
breast and we're both becoming far too aroused for a
public place.

The waitress pokes her nose inside the booth and seeing
the state of arousal we're in she makes a little sound to
let us know she's there so we can settle up with her and
leave. Signing the docket Erica and I leave but not
before Erica leaves her a generous tip and the waitress
gives Erica a card in exchange. When we get to the foyer
ready to leave Erica reads the card, which bears the
girl's name and the name of a photographic studio in
town. It's one of those studios where you can get made up
by a professional artist and then have a "glamour shoot".
On the back of the card the girl, Lauren, had written
ring me in the morning as early as you can and we can do
a shoot, free of charge, for a couple of hours, a lovely
thought but first we, that's Erica and I, had this
evening to think about.

Rather than drive straight home we went to the beach area
just to watch and enjoy the sound of the waves breaking
on the beach. We got out of the car, having taken our
shoes and stockings off, and went down to where the waves
were breaking on the shore. We strolled along hand in
hand just where the waves were wetting our feet but I
don't suppose we strolled more than a few yards before se
stopped to kiss. Of course we had to get trapped by one
of those waves that didn't break where it was supposed to
do. Both of us got the bottom of our dresses wet but it
didn't deter us, we walked for about half an hour
chatting about the evening until Erica brought up the
photographer, Lauren, and wondered what she'd do. I've
never had one of these sessions before but I think I know
what happens. You get made over supposedly, to make you
look glamorous, so you have an extra nice photo to give
either to a lover or a spouse. I didn't have any problem
with the idea and neither did Erica so depending on what
time we got up we could make it inside half an hour.
Seeing that the idea is for the photographer's staff to
dress us up we'd only take a shower first, no make up.
After enjoying the little walk we're going home, it's not
late so perhaps Florence is still awake but that won't
worry us, we can sleep in my little single bed. If she's
still awake I may just ask her to let us use her bedroom
for the night.

Erica drove into the driveway as quietly as possible but
there was still a light on in the sitting room. When we
entered we were greeted by the sight of Florence with her
skirt pulled up and her hand on her pussy but she was
sound asleep and the video that she'd been watching had
probably played all the way through for a couple of
times. We sneaked up the stairs without waking her and I
pushed Erica into Florence's bedroom and onto the bed.
Where the skirt of her dress had got wet it was clinging
quite nicely to her very round bottom but it didn't take
much of an effort to take it off. She stood quite still
for me whilst I removed the dress, the bra, the panties,
the neck chain, the chain from around her waist and
finally her stockings. Now, I wanted her but first she
held out her hand so I could remove her rings. We'd
decided, or perhaps she'd decided, that being totally
naked for me is a sign of her complete submission.
Remember what I'd said to her before, that I thought we
should be a partnership not me being the dominant
partner, well I took her hands and put them on my dress
buttons. She's going through exactly the same procedure
as I'd gone through with her until I'm as naked as she
is.

Her beautiful lips are just begging to be kissed and I'm
the girl to kiss them. I lowered her to the bed and
following her I lay beside her holding her to me so that
our breasts were touching. Pulling away from her a little
I look at her tits to see if her nipples were erect. Oh
yes they are, and she's lying in a position sort of in
the shape of a cross, her arms were spread as wide as
possible and her legs were open as far as they would.
I've seen her exposed like this before and it's her way
of saying to me that she's mine and she expects me to do
whatever it is I want.

How can I refuse when I see such a lovely sight
especially when she has this inviting smile on her face?
Lowering my face to hers and with my lips held loose and
wet I kiss her taking great care to bring as much
pleasure to her as I possibly can. She responds by
murmuring to me as we kiss "oh darling, you are so hot".
That's sufficient inspiration for me, the kisses continue
with her arms wrapping around me holding me tight. My
tongue enters her mouth but not at my insistence, I don't
remember pushing it inside her, I think she's opened her
mouth and sucked me in, it appears that whether I want
sex or not she's going to have me. I won't refuse, I've
been hot all evening especially when the waitress entered
the booth and saw me reaching down the front of Erica's
dress to wipe off some spilled sauce. She's guiding me to
where she wants me and her hands are holding me and
moving my lips to her nose, to her ears, to her throat
and to her shoulder blades and finally to her underarm
right against the side of her breast. In that position
she always exhales suggesting that it makes her relax but
I know different, it makes her want me to chew on her
nipples.

After several minutes I still haven't got below her waist
and she seems in no hurry to guide me there. Her hands
are being rather insistent and I'm guided back to her
breasts and drawn back to her nipples, they're not hard
to want of course, they're stood so proudly waiting for
me to suck them and when I do she's telling me that I'm
so good. Praise is what most of us want in life and her
praise when I'm making love to her is exactly the kind of
praise I want.

She's been guiding me to where she wants me for about the
last fifteen minutes, not aggressively but just firmly so
now after spending some time kissing my way down her
stomach I'm guided back to her face for more kissing.
Among the things she's wanted me to do are kissing her
nose, her ears, her throat, her eye lids, that spot where
her shoulder blade meets her throat. I'm so horny and
ready to push my luck but the way she's guiding me
doesn't make me want to be disobedient but her latest
move is pushing me down, down, down and that can only
mean one place, her pussy. There's a distinct aroma of
`cum" emanating from it but rather than being one of
those nasty smells that we try to avoid it's one of those
smells or aromas that's drawing me to her.

"Gently" she's saying when I want to eat her pussy like
I've been on a starvation diet for the last year and I'm
almost defying her and attacking her pussy and clit with
lots of vigour. However, as she's obviously not intending
to deprive me of anything I'm following her instructions
to the letter. I'm obviously being successful because her
bottom is starting to roll across the bed and I'm having
trouble keeping her clit in my mouth. Her guidance from
place to place is so successful that every little kiss I
give her, every little nibble I give her, every little
touch I give her draw some kind of a moan from her.
Finally, after what seems like ages she yells out fuck me
Madeline, fuck me as hard as you can. My fingers are
plunged deep into her pussy whilst my lips are clinging
to her clit like a limpet but it's difficult to hold on
she's rolling around so much. Eventually, she pulls me to
her so hard that my nose is in her pussy and every time I
breath I'm drawing her pussy juice inside my nasal
passages and then finally she "cums". Making a woman cum
like this is a wonderful feeling but to do it to your
lover is a super prize. As she continues to orgasm with
me holding on like a horse rider, so as not to loose her
clit, I'm also having trouble trying to consume all her
"cum". I'm trying my best but I'm not being successful as
lots of it escapes my mouth and ends up on the sheets.

I'm exhausted after all my effort but she's praising me
for giving her what to her seems like the supreme effort.
I think we're both exhausted, I certainly am, imagine if
you will pumping out what seems like gallons or at least
litres of feminine juices during the course of this
sexual encounter. As I roll away from her I notice the
time, my god, we've been at it for hours, no wonder I'm
tired.

A full nights sleep with her in my arms and me dreaming
about living with her on a full time basis makes sure
that when I wake I'm ready for sex again but she's not in
the bed. When I go down stairs she's chatting with
Florence and while she's dressed in a dressing gown of
mine Florence is practically naked. The bitch, she's
trying to seduce Erica, her tits are showing and I have
to admit that they do look lovely so I walk behind her
and pull her gown close together at the throat giving her
a very nasty look when my back is to Erica. "Don't you
think it is time to get dressed Florence I ask?" but she
doesn't appear to be in any hurry. Erica doesn't appear
to have noticed anything and just continues chatting away
to Florence.

By this time I'm just about ready to blow my top,
Florence is trying to seduce her and Erica's acting all
innocent. I'm going for a shower I announce to anybody
that's interested in listening and flounce off up the
stairs in a "huff". When I get the water flowing at the
rate and temperature I want I start to soap my body
starting at my breasts, which is where, for some unknown
reason, I always start. As I'm spreading the soap around
with my eyes closed and listening to the little
transistor radio on the shelf the door of the shower
opens and Erica steps in asking me "who's a jealous
little bitch then?" I'm both angry and embarrassed at my
behaviour but if you know how I love her I'm sure you'll
understand.

Fortunately the shower has sufficient room for two of us
to stand in there and I reach out, grab her arm and pull
her, quite forcibly, into the shower. I don't waste any
time in taking her and kissing her putting my right hand
between her legs and sliding my soapy fingers in her I
commence to fuck her with my fingers. Her sigh as I enter
her pussy is wonderful and she says that she's so lucky
to have met me. She could always have met some "dyke" so
aggressive that she'd probably have given up lesbianism
by now. But, lucky me, she hadn't met a dyke she'd met me
who at the time was a sixteen year old with practically
no lesbian experience but who had successfully seduced
this women so well that it had been her that had pursued
me.