Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 11:47:11 +1100 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: My Revenge

This is one of my usual stories that include lesbian events. Both
the women in the story are of legal age but it may be
that you, the reader, are not. If that is so then please
leave this site immediately.
The story is written for my own personal entertainment but it does
include facts that are true and some that have been made
up to make the story more exciting for me.
If you find the story to your liking then you may down load it for
your personal reading and if you wish for addition to
your library.
The story is by Erica Milligan whose e-mail address is
Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au and as usual I will always be
pleased to hear from you. If you like my story then I
have a big enough ego to want to hear from you and if you
don't like it then I guess you'll tell me but, please,
tell me gently, remember I'm only an amateur.

The story is called MY REVENGE.

I'd been looking forward to visiting Florence that Saturday
afternoon. It wasn't a surprise visit but I didn't often
visit on the weekend, both of us usually had other things
to do. She generally had things of a domestic nature to
do and my kids usually found something for me to do that
would keep me out of mischief. But, it being a quiet
afternoon I'd rung Florence to see if it was OK for me to
visit. I wasn't  expecting anything sexual to happen,
quite often Madeline would be around the place or else
she would pop in between meeting her friends and perhaps
her sporting activities. Florence came to the door to
greet me as I drove into her yard, she didn't come out as
she usually did but waited at the door for me. That was a
surprise but when Madeline's face appeared over her
shoulder perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised at all.
Since our falling our sometime ago Madeline and I hadn't
been the best of friends, although secretly I think I
still loved her, so it was quite a surprise to find her
there. Under ordinary circumstances she'd stayed out of
the way whilst Florence and I were together so that we
could meet in peace.

Florence stood away from the door to let me in but Madeline stood
still so that I would have to squeeze past her but as I
did so she grabbed my upper arms and pulled me to her.
The kiss that followed was not a real passion kiss but
just a little gentle kiss on the lips followed by her
tongue tracing its way across my mouth. Unexpectedly my
mouth had opened for her but she went no further than
just touching the tip of my tongue with hers. As you can
well imagine I was a bit disappointed that it finished so
soon but she pulled away and turned and went back up the
stairs.

Meanwhile, Florence had stood there watching with a glum look on her
face and her arms hanging at her sides suggesting that
she wasn't very happy about what had just happened. She
turned and walked into the kitchen, without giving me a
kiss, that should have been a warning sign that all was
not well between us. For the little while that I was
there the conversation was stilted to say the very least
so not too much later I made a move to leave. Just about
this time Madeline came down the stairs again but this
time she was dressed as though to go out somewhere
special. She was wearing one of her black dresses that
showed just a little of her breasts and being short it
showed quite a lot of leg. As we moved to the door
Madeline stood between her mother and I and this time
when she kissed me it was the full effort, her tongue
reaching inside my mouth and her breasts pressed against
mine. Unfortunately, I have to admit that I responded to
her and my breasts were heaving against hers. Again, the
bitch broke away from me and went back upstairs but
whilst this had been going on Florence had been watching
and must have seen my mouth open for Madeline.

I didn't get a kiss from Florence. She just turned away from the
door and left me to let myself out of the house. I walked
across to the car without looking back, got in, started
the engine and drove away. I'd only gone a couple of
hundred yards when I stopped, started to cry and moved my
hand down to my groin to caress myself. Eventually, it
developed into a full blown masturbation session. When it
was over and I'd managed to control my crying I drove
home, parked the car and ran up the stairs to my
apartment. My god, I'd done it again, I'd let that girl,
that I'd promised myself wouldn't get me like that again,
arouse me to the state where I seemingly couldn't prevent
myself from masturbating.

I undressed and went to the bathroom thinking that a nice warm bath
with some bath salts would have a calming influence on
me. As I stripped off my clothes I could see just how wet
my knickers were and even when I took them off there were
still little droplets of "cum" on my pussy lips. When am
I ever going to control how I feel about that girl? The
bath did a good deal to calm me down and I felt quite
relaxed as I pulled my clean knickers up to my bottom,
snuggling them down to make sure that they were quite
comfortable then completing the rest of my dressing minus
my bra, I just wanted the freedom of not being
constrained by one.

I was then feeling quite good with myself so I went through to the
house to check on the kids and see what kind of
pandemonium they'd created whilst I'd been out. My little
girl said auntie Florence rang whilst you were in the
bath and I told her you'd ring back later. Damn, there
went my equilibrium, I was back where I'd left off this
afternoon, agitated to say the very least. I thought I'd
wait a few minutes before I rang her, I needed my
breathing to slow down so that I wouldn't choke whilst I
was talking to her.

Sometimes you have to do what fear doesn't want you to do and I
certainly didn't want to ring Florence just at that
moment but it had to be done. Hello she said, I said it's
me Florence only to be met with a torrent of invective
that I probably thoroughly deserved. Fucking bitch she'd
said, can't trust you near another woman can I, only have
to let one kiss you and you're ready to take your
knickers off for her. What a fucking tart you are. She
continued in that vein for several minutes without
letting me get a word in and truly I really didn't have
anything to say in my defence. When it happened I could
have pushed Madeline away but I didn't especially when
she kissed me the second time but I did walk away without
any fuss and she wasn't to know what had happened in my
car on the way home.

Well, that's really done it. I think I can presume that our love
life is over completely. Will I miss her, of course I
will, she's a wonderful, sexy lady that gives me, or
after what's just happened should I say gave me, such
wonderful thrills. But the torrent of words had now
stopped and all that could be heard from her was a
sniffling noise that I presumed meant she was either
crying or had been crying and the noise itself was enough
to start me off. There we were, two older women crying
their eyes out over some stupid mistake that I'd made,
unwittingly, but nevertheless, made.

Can I come over she'd said and of course how could I resist her. Yes
please darling, come as quick as you can and although I
knew it would take her a few minutes I went down the
stairs and stood behind the closed door to wait for her.
Don't know how long I stood there, seemed like hours, but
it couldn't have been, she doesn't live that far away. I
heard her car come into the yard but then she must have
been interrupted because I heard the kids shouting out
for auntie Florence. At that, I opened the door, shooed
the kids away, I didn't want any interruptions, I wanted
her for myself. As she approached the door I reached out
for her, took her arms and dragged her inside where I
planted kisses on her mouth and her eyes and anywhere
else that was open to me. As we were kissing our tears
were mingling, never seen two adult women cry to often
and so copiously, it's a wonder the country didn't
declare the drought broken.

I took her hand and literally pulled her to the top of the stairs
and once off the final step I had her in my arms again
saying over and over I'm so sorry Florence, I'm so sorry,
she just took me by surprise.
I promise it won't happen again, whenever she's near me I'll be on
my guard so that she can't take advantage of me. With
that, we proceeded to our usual ritual but this time with
great haste, we were dragging clothes off each other, how
those frilly little blouses didn't get ripped I'll never
know.

She pushed me to the bedroom and almost threw me on the bed, the
final item of clothing that needed to be removed was my
knickers which she oh so deliberately removed as slowly
as she could. Wow she said as she eventually exposed my
`slit" you're having an orgasm already. Yes I was, not
one of those mind blowing ones but just a gentle little
expulsion of "cum" from my pussy, just enough to make her
mouth water. As you may have guessed we spent the rest of
the evening in my bed. I don't know how many times she
made me orgasm but eventually I had to beg her to stop, I
couldn't make anymore "cum" for her as much as I wanted
too. I did promise though that she could stay the night
and if I felt up to it later I'd make love to her.

We made it through the night with only sweet caresses and kisses. It
was all so tender and not at all erotic however when I
woke in the morning her mouth had surrounded my nipple
and she was licking them so gently that they seemingly
were growing before my eyes. I held her head loosely to
my breast allowing her some freedom so that she could
move her mouth away or nearer to me as she desired, it
was apparent that she wanted to have that freedom.
Between licks and sucks she would insert her fingers
between her lips and my breast so that she could pinch my
nipple to a point whereupon she would take it back in her
mouth. Gentle little nibbles on them was just the perfect
way to wake in the morning and whilst her hand and mouth
were engaged around that left nipple her other hand was
stroking my pussy. The palm of her left hand, which knew
it's job so well, was circulating ever so gently on my
mound and I suspect she was so deeply engaged in her
activities that she didn't even realise that I was awake.

Good morning darling I'd said and at that she'd smiled at me and
moved to kiss my lips. I didn't open my mouth for her
because I was sure that my breath wouldn't be the
sweetest, I'd really need to clean my teeth and rinse my
mouth before I'd allow her to kiss me properly. As I went
to get up she smacked me on my bottom and told me to get
back to the bedroom as quickly as possible, I had every
intention of doing exactly that, whilst she was in the
mood I wanted her to make love to me again. The memory of
what she'd done to me last night or earlier in the
evening was still fresh in my mind, it had been so
exciting that I wanted much more of that treatment. As I
went to get back into bed she asked me to make a cup of
tea and I thought that was rude especially when it was
obvious that I was desperately in need of her attention.

However, I did as I was told, the tea certainly sweetened our mouths
and now that we both tasted the same I didn't think there
would be any problem in us kissing. Her lips were still
warm from the heat of the tea as she pushed me back on to
the mattress and brought her lips to mine but rather than
kissing me she sucked my lips into her mouth. My lips
elongated as they entered her mouth and it gave her the
opportunity to nibble on them, not too hard, just
sufficiently hard to let me know that I didn't pull away
from her in case she held on to me with her teeth. I
wasn't too keen to continue with this kind of torture in
case it left bruises on my lips giving the kids some
reason to question why auntie Florence had stayed over
last night.

Meanwhile, her hand had been gliding over my breast bringing me back
to the level of arousal that I'd reached last night. The
gliding of her hand meant that it was just barely
touching my nipple that seemed to be trying to reach up
to take hold of her hand, I could feel the growth
stretching my skin. Of course, whilst I was thoroughly
enjoying the casual touch of her palm across my nipple
and the sucking and nibbling of her mouth and teeth what
I really wanted was to feel her touching my pussy. Please
I said, please touch me on my pussy to which she'd
answered that I must wait until she was ready but I was
ready right away and wanted to feel her lips on my pussy.

With that she moved her lips to my ear and whispered when you tell
me that you're mine and I believe you then I'll finish
you off.  Please believe me when I say I'm yours but that
wasn't satisfactory enough for her so she told me to say
it again which I did. But what about Madeline she'd
asked? I no longer have an interest in Madeline I
answered her but she asked me about Madeline again. What
I couldn't tell her was that I'd been thinking about
Madeline but not in a sexual way, well, yes, in a sexual
way but not to satisfy my desires. I'd been thinking
about how I could get some kind of revenge for treating
me so badly that last time I'd been over to see Florence.

It had been my intention to ring Madeline and make an appointment to
see her, ravage her and then leave her wanting more of
me. I'd been giving this little plan quite a lot of
thought but now that she was living some distance away
with her uncle I'd seemed to find lots of reasons why it
wouldn't happen. Perhaps the only way would be if I could
get her somewhere away from her uncle's place, somewhere
private like a motel or hotel, and give her something to
remember me by. So far, no satisfactory plan had come to
light and I was beginning to think I'd been silly to even
think of revenge. However, I can be a spiteful woman and
Madeline's treatment had really roused my anger to such
and extent that I suppose I could be called a vengeful
woman.

Some days later I had the good fortune to receive a `phone call from
Madeline asking me how I was etc., to say I was grumpy
with her would be an understatement but as I was talking
to her an obnoxious plan was forming in my mind. She
still seemed to think that I'd be desperate to see her
and she even went as far as to suggest a plan for us to
meet. I said I'd have to check with the airline, the
motel and hire- car company but everything went according
to plan and it almost seemed as though they were
colluding in the plan. I rang her back shortly afterwards
to say that everything was OK giving her my arrival time
at the airport but telling her not to meet me, I'd come
straight to her uncle's place to pick her up from there.
I knew that if she met me at the airport she'd try to
take me to the first secluded place she could find so she
could attempt to make love to me.

Don't worry she'd said, there's bus from here to the airport and I
can waste a few minutes whilst I wait for you watching
the activities of the passengers and staff. So, the
arrangements were made and I'd be off to meet her in two
days. I was sort of excited, not at the thought of seeing
her, but in eventually putting that part of my past
behind me. She knew, of course, that I was masturbating
whilst I was talking to her and despite my tough talk I
was now close to orgasm. We'd exchanged some nasty words
between us during all of this but I could also hear very
wet sloppy sounds coming from her too. Eventually, I had
another orgasm at about the same time that she had hers.
There we were two very wet women, one who professed to
hate or dislike the other and one that was so confident
that she had sufficient power over the older woman to
make her submit as she had in the past.

When I arrived at the local airport, not having any baggage except
the overnight bag that I was holding in my hand, she just
grabbed me and took me to the toilets where we made a
preliminary start on our sexual adventure before I asked
her to take me to the motel. We found our hire car and
throwing my bag in the back we drove off. I was quite
pleased by the way she was dressed, she'd apparently made
a special effort to look grown up, she was wearing
clothes that I quite liked, they made her look a little
older than sixteen. I have to admit to being very aroused
so that when we got in the car I took her hand and put it
straight on my pussy. One thing about Madeline, she
didn't let an opportunity go by, her fingers were
searching for the way inside my knickers and when they'd
found the way they started to look for the way inside my
pussy.

The clothes I was wearing would have made her aroused, they were
similar to the kind of clothes I wore when I was with her
as her girlfriend and I'm afraid that my nipples were
quite obviously erect, they were showing through my
blouse. When we'd checked in at the motel I moved the car
to the parking spot outside the room but I didn't take my
bag out of the car I just moved to the door, opened it
and moved inside taking my clothes off almost as soon as
I entered the room but although I had some of my buttons
unfastened Madeline stopped me and made me fasten them
again. She said something like that's my job to undress
you, you should remember that I expect you to submit to
me.

She'd sat me down on a stool in front of the mirror, leaned over me
and unfastened my blouse as she leaned over me. I was
leaning back against her legs and I'm sure she could feel
the trembles in me as she unfastened the clip on the
front of my bra and let my breasts fall free. I don't
know how she felt but they felt as though they were
growing as she looked at them, she had a wonderful view
both in the mirror and directly as she looked down at me.
She'd knelt down at the side of me so she could kiss my
cheek but I'd turned my face so that she could kiss me on
the lips at the same time holding her too me.

Her hand had reached out to touch me in that space between my
knickers and the tops of my stockings and once again
she'd found her way inside followed by her searching for
the way into my pussy. It wasn't hard to find for her,
there was a lot of fluid emanating from there. I did move
her hand from there so that I could stand in front of her
whilst I unfastened my skirt letting it drop to the
floor. When she looked back at my pussy she could see how
wet I was, I'd obviously had more than one orgasm and
she'd asked me if I'd been to the toilet on the plane, I
had and that was the cause of all the wetness on my
knickers, I'd had a quick play with myself.

After she'd seen what I had to offer her she'd leaned forward and
kissed me on my `mound' leaving a distinct lipstick mark
on my pussy. My blouse, which had been hanging from my
shoulders along with my bra, were tossed on the bed as
were my knickers but before I tossed the knickers I'd
licked the crotch letting Madeline see me sucking the
"cum" off them. Now, I was bare except for my stockings
and although I say it myself I think I looked very
"fuckable". Madeline had laid me on the bed as though to
take advantage of my arousal but this was going to have
to be the time where I struck back. That being the case
as she knelt over me and lowered herself so she could
"do" me clit to clit I'd taken a grip on her and
practically thrown her to the other side of the bed where
I took charge. Lifting her skirt lowering my clit to hers
and proceeded to fuck her just as a man would do, groin
to groin but before she could `cum" I'd moved up to
really suck at her breasts. I'd done it perhaps harder
than I should have done but I could feel she was close to
having an orgasm so I was determined to drive home my
advantage. So, I pushed all my hand inside her, it made
her wince but I didn't care, I felt that I was now
starting to have the advantage over her and I was
determined to press on. Madeline was breathing very hard
by this time and I suspect that moving my hand inside her
as quickly as I was she was having trouble trying to say
anything to me.

She seemed stunned by my aggression, she'd never seen me like this
before, I'd always been submissive to her and she'd more
or less done whatever she liked to me. I didn't complain
because she had given me such wonderful orgasms. I think
she was trying to ask me for something or else she was
trying to tell me something but whatever it was I was I
no mood to listen, I was just ramming my hand in her
pussy as fast as I could. When she had her orgasm it gave
me such great pleasure to smile at her as though it was
something I did everyday of the week, she couldn't
respond, she was totally out of breath.

After a couple of minutes I took her to the shower to clean both of
ourselves up, we couldn't go to the dining room as we
were, we'd have stunk the place out with the lingering
smell of female orgasms in the air. I took her towards
the back of the dining room where it was a little
secluded, not quite so brightly lit. What you must
remember here is that when we'd first met she'd done
exactly the same to me, taking me to the back of the cafe
where she could do some of the things that I was hoping
to do to her right now.

When the waitress approached I'd kissed her, that's Madeline not the
waitress. I'd pushed her skirt quite a long way up her
legs and I could see the embarrassment on her face as the
waitress stared at her legs. Whilst her attention was
elsewhere, on her legs, I was slowly unfastening a couple
of buttons on her blouse so that when I cleared my throat
and the waitress looked at me I deliberately looked down
the front of Madeline's blouse drawing her attention to
Madeline's breasts. When the waitress looked down at
Madeline's breasts I'd said in quite a strong voice, she
like your tits my dear. Both the waitress and Madeline
looked very embarrassed and turned blood red, I quite
enjoyed the show.

By the time we'd finished dinner Madeline seemed so embarrassed by
my attentions that she asked me if we could leave without
waiting for our coffee but I'd called the waitress across
to ask for two coffees with skim milk and saying to
Madeline as the waitress wrote down the order I think she
likes your tits my dear, I wonder if she'll come and
knock on the door tonight.  Eventually I took her back to
the room but again before she'd got herself too
comfortable I'd attacked her feeling her tits and
reaching down for her pussy. My god Erica she'd said,
what was all that about? So I'd explained that she should
remember what she'd done to me in the early days of our
romance and how she'd embarrassed me and it was only
because I was crazy about her that I didn't storm off
from her.

I was not in the mood for an argument or a discussion with Madeline,
I was horny but I wanted her to know how it felt for
another woman to take advantage of her and with that I
pushed her on the bed. As she fell her skirt rode up her
legs and I dropped to the floor and pushed it further up
so I could see her knickers. Despite her protestations in
the restaurant she'd managed to make a little wet spot in
her knickers so I'd immediately gone straight to her
pussy, my tongue was in overdrive and it soon had her
moving her bottom trying to raise it to be nearer to my
lips or maybe she was afraid that I'd move away from her.
All this time I'd been lifting her bottom clear of the
bed and I'd rammed several fingers inside her. I was
really in overdrive by now, now tongue was describing
arcs on her pussy as I let my tongue drift across her
slit before I ran it from north to south pushing it deep
inside her. She was really aroused now and I could see my
way clear to making her regret ever having messed with an
older woman. I didn't regret that I'd fallen in love with
her, initially it had been wonderful but later it had
been torture and that's what I intended to do to her.

When she orgasmed I licked clean of all her own "cum" before taking
her to the shower. After she'd showered I dressed her in
a nightdress and put her down to sleep. She'd not taken
long to drop off but once she'd fallen asleep I picked up
everything of mine and packed it in my bag. Keeping my
lipstick out I'd written on the mirror that there was a
longer letter in an envelope for her. The envelope
contained a note which explained in detail why I'd done
what I'd done and contained some money in case she
fancied staying another night to see the waitress, a cab
charge voucher to get her back home.

The personality of the woman who'd done all of this to Madeline
didn't really belong to me but I felt I just had to get
some revenge for the way she'd treated me.

I'd raced back to the airport and caught the last plane home. When I
arrived at the airport I'd rung Florence and ordered her
not to go to bed because I'd be there very shortly and
she could expect that I'd take care of her this night. I
did and she was very grateful for it especially when I
explained where I'd been and why I'd been there. After
I'd fucked her she told me she loved me and wanted to be
with me for ever.