Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2006 14:51:52 +1000
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: meeting Alice part 4

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STORY TITLE:-Meeting Alice Part 4
The story is not intended to be read by minors so if you are
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please leave now.

Meeting Alice part 4

Alice and I arrived at the health resort where we were to
spend the weekend luxuriating under the care of trained
masseurs, trainers, make up artists and anybody else that
could spoil us rotten. It was also intended, by me of course,
that I would "fuck the backside" off Alice. So far I'd
allowed her to think that I am the tame little mouse that
copes with what ever she cares to throw at me. So far that
had been that I let her fuck me without any thoughts of
letting me get her "off". All this was about to change,
entering our chalet I threw my overnight bag on the bed,
grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the bed.

"What the fucks happening"? she said more in shock than
anything else but I didn't give her time to ask any more
questions because I had my tongue stuffed in her mouth. I was
massaging her tongue with mine and I tried to fold her tongue
so that I could push it right to the back of her mouth.

She's making gargling sounds but I'm not interested, I'm
going to fuck her, without any shadow of a doubt, and no
amount of struggling is going to stop me. However, I did
capitulate and took my tongue out of her mouth just long
enough for her to take a breath. That was all the respite she
was going to get before I was back there again, despite the
discomfort she was now responding to my tongue and our
tongues were stroking each other's.

All of my lady like touches from our previous encounters had
disappeared, now I'm that fucking little tiger that I'd told
you about and I'm the woman determined to have this woman's
body. I think she's a little scared of me, never having had
me turn on her in this way, but I'm really enjoying both
having her scared and quite aroused from my "mouth to mouth"
resuscitation.

"Give me a break Erica, you're scaring the shit out of me and
I thought you were trying to stop my breathing long enough to
choke me. What's got into you? Are you really trying to
punish me for something"

"No my love, you're going to get a taste of what a recently
declared lesbian can do to a woman like you. You're a woman
who thinks that because you threw me on the vanity counter at
LEZ BIAN cafe and sucked my cunt I'm going to be submissive
to you forever. Well, my love whilst
you gave me a  wonderful orgasm you're going to find what
it's like to be tormented. Then, if you remember, at my
place, you wouldn't give me the pressure on my pussy that I
needed so much and even begged for so, now, you're going to
suffer, in a very nice way of course. Look forward to being
the tart in this partnership over the weekend and that means
that I'll probably spend almost 24 hours a day sucking your
clit".

"Don't be too rough with me will you"?

"No of course not" but I'd opened my overnight bag and there, right on
the top, such a lovely sight. I'm almost dribbling like a child, my
little gift for her is there in all it's glory, a lovely natural
coloured double ended dildo. One end just a little over four inches
long, then a shield and then, fuck, in all its fucking glory, a ten inch
monster. At the start I intended that the four inches was for me and the
"monster" was for her".

I wasn't going to let her see it just yet because in our
previous encounters, as you are aware, she'd been the
dominant partner, and this is where it would end. From now on
we're going to be equal partners unless I say otherwise. I'd
calmed down a little and I took the dildo out of my bag and
showed it to her. "Looks lovely doesn't it darling"? I wanted
to have it engraved with your name on the "monster" end and
mine on the little "tiddly" end but the proprietor of the
shop where I bought it didn't recommend it. He was worried
that the ink or paint with which it was engraved would come
off with the effects of "hot cum".

I saw a little smile cross her face, little bitch was
thinking that she was going to give me a good fucking with
the "monster" but that wasn't my idea. By the end of this
weekend we would be holding prayer meetings and burning
incense and candles in front of the "monster" just in
adoration and in joyful celebration of what it had done for
us both.

I left her for a minute and went to the bathroom without
telling her what for. The purpose was to wash it in
disinfectant because it had come straight from the shop and
one never knows whether the proprietor had used it herself or
lent it to friends to "test drive".

I came out blushing like a little schoolgirl, not from
embarrassment but because I'd rubbed my face quite roughly to
give me that appearance. I could see her grin as she saw the
thing in my hand and she held her hand out for it but instead
of letting her take it from me I wrapped her over the
knuckles with it, her next surprise was when I jumped on her
again and pushed it in her mouth as far as I could. No
lubrication, not even my "cum" to help it enter a little
easier. Now, I'm thinking she's really scared, this is the
time when I start to lay down the law to her. "Now, just
listen to me Alice, you've had an indication of the way this
weekend is going to go haven't you?"

"Now, I'm really beginning to be scared of you" Alice said,
"what's come over you, I expected to take you almost
immediately but in a rather more gentle way so that we could
fuck for hours or at least until dinner. Then afterwards we
could let the other women see what I have. I'm sure there'd
be lots of them who'd want you and I would have the pleasure
of either making them line up for a "go" or else selling
tickets to watch the "floor show" because that's where I'd
intended the activities would take place, right on this
lovely thick carpet. Imagine it, getting pounded on this
floor would be like being fucked on springs, you'd bounce all
over the place and I'd probably have to tie you down so you
wouldn't escape from underneath them".

"Alice my love, prepare yourself for a big surprise, I've
arranged with the proprietors to raffle you off for a small
sum, say a hundred dollars per ticket. That, of course, only
includes a "fuck on the floor" with an audience so at that
price they'll certainly expect a wonderful show. I've
arranged with Madison, that's the management representative,
to have some special clothing delivered directly here and if
you look around the photos on the walls you'll see that some
of the women who are likely to buy lots of tickets are
absolutely awful looking women".

If the truth is known, the photos of women pasted up on the
wall are not clients of the resort but rather are what you
could call from the Rocky Horror Show. Probably lovely women
in their own right, it's a patent fact that just because a
woman is ugly it doesn't necessarily mean she's not nice and
vice versa, lovely women could be the nastiest bitches you've
ever met.

"Oh, my darling is beginning to regret having come here with
her little Erica". Not to worry, I'm taking her to the shower
(funny, how for women, fucking and showers appear to go
together so well) and I'm going to hose her pussy with the
hand shower, that'll really get her clit pushing it's little
self out from under cover.


Wonderful, she looks so desirable without clothes, should I
push her under the hot water, drag her in after me or clamp
my arms around her and both of us do a double jump in to it,
hoping like hell that we don't slip on the tiled floor. It
would be a minor, no, a major disaster if we both ended up
flat on our arses with large bruises or even broken bones.
The thought doesn't really fill me with joy, that being the
case, I think it's preferable to enter the shower with
decorum, singly. I can always take her in my arms when we're
being pelted with lovely hot mineral water from the pulsing
showerhead.

My resolve to be the dominant partner is beginning to fade a
little, how could I let this darling, or any other woman for
that matter, be scared of me, should I resort or return to
what seemed to me to be my natural inclination, as a
submissive, or should I try to reason with
her to let me share fully in our sexual encounters.

I've taken her by the hand and led her into the shower, the
pulsing water is an absolute joy, the pounding on our heads
and bodies is wonderful. You know I've spent quite a
considerable length of time, or so it seems, pondering my
sexual personality but if I'd scared Alice before the fright
isn't apparent now. Her arms are around me, holding me so
tight and it feels quite wonderful to have somebody like her
holding me like this. I now know that I could never be the
dominant type, on a percentage basis perhaps I could be 40%
dominant but 60% submissive, in easier terms to understand,
for me at least, I'd think that she can have me as long as
she lets me return the favour at sometime.

Now that I have it clear in my head, she's free, not that she
had any particular doubts, to love me as she likes. She's
poured shampoo into the palm of her hand and, very carefully,
she transfers it to my pussy. Can't imagine why, because
there's not much hair to wash, perhaps she thinks I need to
be clean down there prior to her running her little shaver
over the mound to make sure that there will be no impediment
to her tasting me. I've certainly never tasted shampoo so I
can't believe that she's put it there for the sheer pleasure
of sucking it off my pussy later. Just imagine having her
lovely tongue inside me and then to hear her splutter "what
the fuck have you got in there, you taste like a soap
factory!!"

One of my failings in telling these stories is that my
descriptive talents tend to let me down, perhaps that's
because I'm generally in a state of delirium when I'm on the
receiving end of my lovers ministrations. All I can recollect
afterwards is the sheer joy, maybe bliss, of what she's done
to me. I have read quite a number of the other stories on
this forum to try to copy, no, not copy, but to try and get
some sense of how they've arrived at the choice of words they
use, but, sorry, no good. Two minutes after I've read them
I'm back to where I started from, just the memory of my
lover's talents.


What I will do however is tell you, as far as I can remember,
precisely what she did.

The shampoo was being well massaged into my pussy area and
whilst it's something that I'd never thought of before, it
provides a well lubricated feel to the area. God, I hope she
washes it off before she starts on my `pleasure area" but how
could I question her talents, the hand shower is pointed
straight at pussy and at last pleasantly warm water jets all
the foam into the drain. That alone has really made me quite
weak so when she drops to her knees in front of me I'm not
quite coherent (now you know why can't remember all the words
that other women use) I'm in `ga ga land", "off with the
fairies", in cloud cuckoo land, I won't bore you, I'm sure
you can all think of better words than I to indicate that
you're not in control of your senses. Put it briefly, I'm
juddering, shuddering, shivering, shaking and quaking as the
first of my womanly juice starts to appear on my pussy lips,
not that it remains there for very long because what misses
my Alice's mouth cascades down the shower drain, what a
waste.

There's a job for an inventor here, trying to find a way to
capture a woman's `cum" when it washes away, they'd need to
catch it, submit it to some kind of heating process to drive
off the moisture then refine it. There'd probably be a
fortune to be made from it, some men might pay vast amounts
for just the opportunity to spread some on their toast in the
morning. Just think it could be mixed with honey and for
Australians it could be mixed with vegemite.

Don't tell me that you don't do "it" in the shower ladies,
you are all such fucking liars. I speak from
experience!!!!!!!

Her current actions may only be a preliminary move before
carrying on with the main game which today, for me, requires
much activity around my mouth and face, oh kiss me you bitch,
and then on to my tits. My tits feel as though they're two
gallon buckets holding three gallons of liquid, they urgently
need milking. Oh, thank you my darling, her lips are on mine,
just barely moving, and whilst they are there I'm muttering
to myself or maybe to both of us but I don't know what the
words that I'm saying mean I only know that kissing is such
bliss. Don't know if any of you have heard the expression
"speaking in tongues", it's something that's apparently done
in some of the more doctrinaire churches. People call out, in
what to most of us could best be described as "gibberish",
but apparently it reflects their religious passion.As you can
imagine, my gibberish has absolutely nothing to do with
religion, it's something that I'm not really aware of but it
truly is indicative of my passion or fervour.


Now, there's something in my mouth that totally prevents me
from saying anything coherent, maybe it's all to do with some
kind of code but whatever it is, it seems to have an effect
on my partner. Her tongue is in my mouth then it's out and
then it's back in again and I realize what she's doing to me,
she's actually fucking my mouth with her tongue which is
absolutely rigid. It's got a "hard on", is that possible for
a woman?

Be careful with that damned thing my darling, if it's not put
in at the right angle it could smash all my teeth. Just a bit
of a backward step in the narrative here, I did say "put in",
that's a gross understatement, I mean rammed in. Do you
remember seeing films with trains in them, you know the
thing, train crossing the prairie with hordes of bad men or
Indians chasing it, there were often "close ups" of the
pistons driving the wheels well, that's just how this feels,
her tongue driving into my mouth just like a train's piston.
So fucking good.

I've taken her hand and put it on my left tit, I know, it's
always the left tit that gets the first feel, she's trying to
drag it away but my resolve is stronger and the hand stays
there. She's got the picture, the hand is squeezing my nipple
as though it's held in a vice (vise in America, I think) and
she's really making me suffer for my transgressions in making
her stay there on my nipple. I can't speak because of the
rigid tongue still fucking my mouth. Just grin and bare it
girl, it's lovely. Could it be possible that this girl could
`cum" from her tongue? The question is raised because she's
starting to "puff and pant" like a man does when he's just
about ready to ejaculate.She slumps against me, deadbeat I
think.


I can't expect any more from her just at this moment but I'm
really intrigued at being fucked by her tongue. Better get
her out of the shower, don't want her to look like a dried
prune for this evenings activities do I?

I dry her off with a beautiful fluffy towel, making sure that
I get her really dry near and in yes, in, her pussy. I
wrapped it, the towel, around my finger and pushed it in as
far as I could go. I know I'm supposed to be drying her off
but can't a girl have a little fun now and again, the
toweling must be causing quite a bit of friction in the
pussy area but it only shows on her face. Stop smiling you
fucking bitch!!!!!!!

Oh, I suppose I'd better get down to it and dry her off
properly. That means her hair, her face, oh boy, her tits,
spend quite a lot of time there. Nipples look ready for all
the little kids in Australia to feed off. But first, they'd
better feed me.

Yes, when she's dry and glowing from the brisk rubbing down
I've given her I show her the underwear I've brought for Her
to wear. The knickers don't appear to be anything out of the
ordinary, just like the one's I normally wear. However, when
I slide them up her legs her eyes open so wide, whether with
shock or anticipation, because there's an enormous cock built
into them. Must be ten inches, not must be, it definitely is,
it's the same size as the dildo I've brought for us to play
with. I make her squat a little bit so that when the knickers
are pulled up tight to her bottom and genitals the cock
spears her.

Her eyes are bulging out of her head when it finally finds
its place in her body. I give the knickers a final pull into
her groin to make sure it's seated properly. Now, walk to the
bathroom and let me see you. Wow, that looks nice, not that I
can see inside the knickers or body but the way she walks
looks as though every part of her insides are gyrating. I
think if I played Latin American music she'd have violent
Convulsions and everything would sway. She is so fuckable.

The bra that I've brought for her is one of my own design,
well not entirely, it's an expensive brand lace bra but I've
cut a hole where her nipples will pop through. The hole is
surrounded with lace binding to try and give a bit of comfort
around the nipple. The tightness of the surrounding lace
should keep the nipple firm and if that's the case then we're
not going to waste that bra with too much material or even
loose material hiding it. It's going to be tight and when I
play with those nipples and ease them through the holes
she'll look like a cow on its way to the milking sheds.

She's looking absolutely gorgeous so we slip the top that
I've brought for her over that lovely body. Oh, fuck, she's
wonderful, her nipples are sticking out of the thin material
so I give them another rub. Don't darling she said, that's
just too much. Let me see you dressed up now, I'm anxious to
see you as the other women will see you. "Better slip that
skirt on and you already know that it's so tight it's just
got to show off that lovely backside.

I don't want to get dressed just yet, I can't see why she
can't give me a nice little finger fuck before I get dressed.
The view of her, dressed, is so lovely and I know that when
we go I for dinner all the women will be looking at us quite
closely. Not particularly at me, I'm not dressed in suitable
gear for being watched, but at her, her bottom will sway and
her tits will jiggle, fuck, I'm wet again.

We front up at the dining room and wait for someone to seat
us. There's a stir round the room, they're all looking at my
darling. One old lady starts to whistle at her and soon the
others join in, stamping their feet and clapping their hands.
Me, I'm as proud as punch, all this attention for my love.
But, such is the type of customer that this place attracts
that they're now shouting raucous comments such as show us
your tits, she's mine and oh my god, do I want to fuck this
girl.

We move to our seats and as we sit down there's a large crowd
of older women standing behind her mostly, of course, to look
down her top to see her breasts. They all want to know who
she is and if I was a nasty person I'd ask "what about me"?
but nobody is looking at me, I've got nothing on display, or
perhaps I should say that what I have got is not on display,
I'm dressed quite modestly so as not to interfere with her
fun.

Dinner was very nice and in between courses Alice and I
danced, close together, but not for long, one of the older
women excused herself and took Alice from me. The old lady
was holding Alice very close, too close, and Alice was
looking uncomfortable because the old lady was shoving her
knee into Alice's pussy and absolutely squashing her tits
against her body.

This couldn't continue for very long because shortly another
old lady was excusing herself and butting in. Alice can't
stand these "boozie" old harridans for too long. I rescue her
from the "ladies" and escort her back to her seat.

Please tell me that these are not the women that you're going
to raffle me too. No darling, I've only been kidding, if
you've noticed the gardens are illuminated so we're going to
get a nice cold drink and we're going for a walk. We walked
for just a few minutes until we came to a little summerhouse.
Looked clean inside so we took a seat and poured ourselves a
cold drink. She asked me what had come over me this evening
and I explained that I thought it was time that she submitted
to me for a change but at the same time I was having doubts
about it. I'd wanted to please her by giving her some of the
pleasure she'd given me.

She didn't want to be a `fem" type, she's much more at home
being the "leader" as you might say but if I wanted to be
dominant on occasions that's OK with her but tonight is not
the night. We're enjoying the cold drinks that we've brought
out with us and in between sips we're sharing a kiss or two,
so nice and calm.

"Darling, I've go something to ask you, would you be
distressed if you knew that I'm having an cyber affair with
another woman?"

"Fuck, no, that sounds so exciting, tell me all about it".

"Well, I've met her in the "net" through reading stories on
Nifty. I replied to one of her stories and it just seems to
have escalated from there. I've been corresponding with her
for a few days but she's not been able to reply to me for the
last four. She's married with kids, as I am, and like me
she's not anxious to break up her marriage, that would be too
hard to bear because it would probably mean losing her kids".

She sounds lovely, it was not my intention that we would
engage in any kind of sexual behavior but, unfortunately,
things just snowballed and now I find that I'm turning the
computer every morning as soon as I'm out of bed just to see
if she's sent me any messages, but who's going to send e-
mails during the night?"

"So, what's your problem Erica, do you want my permission to
have sex with me and have cyber sex with her?"

"I'm not sure what I want, I definitely want you for the
physical side of sex but her for the emotional side. The
likelihood of us ever meeting is extremely remote so, please
darling, say you won't mind if I continue with this affair. I
haven't asked her yet what she wants or how she feels about
it but I thought if she's got a husband she's getting her
emotional support from him and can probably be satisfied with
that".

I'll tell her this afternoon how I feel and ask her if she's
amenable to my suggestions. Got to admit that I'm a bit
scared because I do like her, very much. When she talks to me
about love, not necessarily about sex, I seem to melt in her
arms. I've asked her to teach me what I need to know about
girls and how I can improve my performance. Both of you will
be the beneficiaries of my new knowledge, you physically and
her emotionally".

"Well then Erica, if I'm going to have to share you with her
you'd better get on with what you're going to do to me and I
expect you to include what you've learned from her so far".

I took the drink out of her hand and pushed her back on the
seat. The lovely short skirt she was wearing rode further up
her thighs as she moved backwards and as her skirt moved so
my face followed. There was a lovely aroma emanating from her
pussy, I think it was resulting from the fact that the
knickers with the built I "cock" was still moving around
inside her when ever she moved. My hands moved to her crotch
very gently I pulled the knickers clear of her vagina, no,
not clear, perhaps an inch out, and then I moved them back I
as slowly as I could. She seems to like this kind of movement
and I'm very happy to carry on with whatever she wants and I
do continue until she "cums', just a gentle "cum" no shaking
or rolling around on the seat, just a gentle sound escaping
her mouth, hmmmm.

Now, I'm prepared to remove this substitute cock from her
pussy but it's not necessarily for her benefit, I want to
take it out and surrender my lips and mouth to it. I remove
it as gently as I can and I'm rewarded with a stroke on my
hair and a little "love you Erica". I haven't removed them
completely, I've pulled just far enough down to remove it
from her pussy and make the cock available to me.

As I slip the dildo in my mouth I open my eyes to make sure
it goes where I want it and I look up to see her smiling at
me, is it with love or is it with lust, there are times when
it's difficult to tell the difference. However, as I slide it
in my mouth the taste of it completely overwhelms me and I
remove it momentarily to stroke it along my cheek leaving
some of her juices on my face. Don't hurry Erica, I tell
myself, imagine you've been given twenty fours hours to stop.
Now that I've been given the proverbial twenty-four hours to
stop there seems no reason why I should hurry.

Swallow it gently Erica I tell myself, it seems to slither
back into my mouth under it's own steam, I have nothing to do
with it's entrance, perhaps it's self controlled. But whilst
I'm sliding it back and forwards in my mouth Alice takes it
out of my hand and takes control of me. Occasionally, she
really thrusts it forward, somewhat like I did to her when we
first arrived here but generally it's sliding in and out with
regularity, leaving me sufficient time to suck on it.

I'm "cumming" under the influence of her activities, it's
really rather nice or should I say it's very nice. Never had
this from a woman before, did once suck a young man's cock
but that's another story for a later date. Alice decides that
I've had it I my mouth quite long enough so she's taken it
away and has pushed me down on the bench. Moving herself to
kiss me she moves her hand down towards my waist and, after a
pause there, it moves onwards towards my pussy.

My skirt is moving away from my body and at the same time
it's also moving upwards exposing everything of interest
about me. Because I'm still wearing my knickers Alice is
having difficulty in finding my opening so I have to help
her, oh my, doesn't it feel good knowing where it's previous
home was. Remembering where it's most recent "homes" have
been, both extremely exciting places, I welcome it with open
arms. If only it would "cum" for me!

Alice is not one to satisfy herself in ordinary ways the
rhythm of the dildo starts to increase as she torments me
until such time as I'm getting short of breath at which time
she drops it on the floor, pushes me flat and brings her
mouth to me. It's wonderful, this woman has her tongue inside
me and is really boring it in, not as rigid as it was earlier
when she "fucked my mouth" but it's more in massage mode. The
tip of her tongue is now quite pliant and moves sinuously
round my mouth seeming to wrap it's self round my tongue like
snakes making love.

Her body moves even further down my body. Take me I'm saying
to myself, take me. I want to feel her tongue in my pussy, I
want to feel it slipping and sliding, twisting and turning
poking a curling inside my pussy and I'm quite prepared to
turn myself into a supplicant in order to get what I want.
The dildo is of course, still inside me so pussy feels quite
full but wait, there's more to come, how she's found room to
enter a few fingers, and I'm scared to ask how many, I have
no idea but she's still trying to get more inside me. I'm
throwing my legs further open or as far open as I can and
with the way I'm being penetrated I'm now finding it
difficult to breath but relief is at hand as with a gigantic
push, almost like delivering a baby, the flood gates open and
she's got to be smothered in "cum" and fighting for her
breath.

I've got to relax for a while, I couldn't' carry on any
longer but I can't complain that I'm not satisfied, I most
certainly am. I wonder about her but she's leaning over me
again with a smile on her face and she asks me could I go
without the physical side of sex and without an answer from
me she knows what I've got to say. The answer, plain and
simple, is definitely NO.

The security guard patrolling the premises wakes us up and
tells us that it's after one o'clock in the morning, would we
like her to escort us back to our suite. Now, isn't that a
lovely offer, so we stroll arm in arm round the gardens, I
think we must have gone round twice but did we care, not on
your life, all three of us were bare breasted and taking
liberties with each other. We compared tits and we could not
make up our minds whether there was a winner, one had nicer
nipples, one had bigger breasts and my nipples won first
prize for size of nipples but only after both girls had
sucked them. I'm very proud to have been pronounced the
winner of the big nipple contest and want to know when the
prize giving will be and whether it will be in public.

Take me to bed Alice and I can assure that there was no more
talk of sex that night. Don't think there was too much talk
about it until about lunchtime the next day. Lunch was our
final meal of the weekend and it was sad that miss security
guard wasn't allowed to eat at our table because she'd have
been the main course for both of us. We will of course, leave
her quite a sizable `tip" along with our telephone numbers
hoping that she'll contact us at some future date.

I'm still in a quandry as to whether or what I should tell my
new lover about Alice. Perhaps this will be the end of this
series but that will remain at the back of my mind for the
time being.


[The author needed to change email accounts and hopes that all readers will
re-contact her to recreate her address book.]