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Subject: a new partnership This is a story about Lesbian sex, it concerns a number of women, two of whom are young, but still of legal age, and two are older, in their mid thirties. The story is the property of Erica Milligan but I invite comments, offered in a nice way of course, that may help me write better stories for my, and hopefully, your entertainment. You should note that this is a story drawn almost entirely from my imagination. Originally the story was written for my own entertainment but I’ve decided to ask NIFTY to publish it on their site so that others may, if they wish, read it. That being the case, feel free to down load it to your own computer or if you wish forward the story to friends for their own consumption, I hope you enjoy it. You should not claim the story as your own. The only restriction is that it should not be in a publication that’s intended for profit. If you wish to contact me my e-mail address hoo.au. The story is called “A New Partnership” I promise that I will try my very best to answer any comments or suggestions that you care to offer. Erica Milligan. Florence and I could, perhaps, be starting a new partnership but I wasn’t prepared to move ahead at breakneck speed with her. After my experience with Madeline, as nice as it was, I was more inclined to sit back and watch the world pass by. I’d been hurt, obviously, by the events of the past few days where Madeline seemed to have “paired off” with Victoria and whilst my own intuition told me that ending the affair with her was the smart thing to do it was the way it had ended that hurt. After the night out with the girls I’d rung Florence and told her that I’d be reluctant to say we could be a `couple”, I was quite contented to be just friends for the time being. Sometime afterwards we’d had dinner in a nice quiet little restaurant some miles out of town and although I think we both looked good and we were smartly dressed, there was no overt sensuousness with views of too much breast or lots of leg showing. In all, it was just a nice quiet dinner in very nice surroundings with music playing for the customers. Before we’d left Florence’s place I’d explained how I felt about things, especially after what had happened with Madeline. Although I’d seen Madeline since that night I wasn’t at all angry about the turn of events in the LEZ BIAN caf�, perhaps my own intelligence had told me that it couldn’t, eventually, come to anything. On the way to the restaurant Florence and I had discussed where we might go from there, it seemed that Florence had been quite convinced that there would be a course of action for us to follow. She meant regular meetings as though we were what men call “mates” and we’d go from there, frequent dinners and the movies and such like and if anything happened then it would happen. At this time I was intending that there would be no dancing, that seemed to be one of the causes of my troubles, just couldn’t resist letting another woman hold me tight in her arms and kissing me. With that sorted out we’d had a few nights out together without anything untoward happening so I’d invited her round to my place for lunch one day when the kids were home from school. We’d gone through to the main part of the house and Florence had met most of the kids, the only ones she didn’t meet were the eldest. Whatever it was she had it had certainly appealed to them; perhaps as well she wasn’t too dressed up because the little ones were all over her like a rash. I should have known that when I’d remonstrated with them about their behaviour she’d protested that they weren’t doing any harm. Was she trying to get under my guard by being so friendly with them but if that was so, they didn’t seem to care; she’d really made an impression on them. Once we’d got rid of them and they were on their way out to play we had the place to ourselves. I’d made coffee and we were sat watching something on the television but there was an “atmosphere”, the thoughts of sex had been just below the surface. We’d both gone to say something at the same time and as we laughed at each other we’d taken each other’s hands, was this the start of something big? I don’t know whether Florence had been more embarrassed than I but both of us stumbled for something to say to cover our feelings, both of us, I’m sure, wanted the kiss that didn’t follow. I knew I’d been scared but had Florence been too? I didn’t know if she’d had something in her past that precluded her from “letting go ” but if there had been she didn’t tell me. We’d pulled apart and let each others hands go, both of us blushing and trying our very best to find something else to interest us. You might have thought, at this stage, that we were two very stupid women, there we were, both of us with presumably the same thing on our minds and too stupid to do anything about it. Eventually Florence had said she’d better make a move because she had an early start at work the next day and had lots of things to do so I’d escorted her to the door where we’d exchanged “pecks on the cheek” and again another one as she’d got into her little car. She’d driven off and as she had, I’d thought to myself that I’d missed a golden chance with her but hopefully I wouldn’t miss the chance again. However, we hadn’t made any arrangements for a future meeting so perhaps I’d really screwed it up. One thing about spending time with Florence was, I suppose, that neither of us would look as though we were “cradle snatching”, she was a little older than me. I suppose that meant that, at least, we’d be able to go out together as friends and go just about any place without raising any eyebrows. Just as I was about to start getting the dinner ready, or at least getting the vegetables ready, the phone rang. Hello! Hi, it’s Florence! Oh hi Florence, what can I do for you? Silly bitch, she’d said, I love you! Wow, there I’d been, bemoaning the fact that I’d let her go and then there she was telling me that she loved me. I wasn’t sure that I’d go as far as that but, yes, I certainly liked her but was I confusing “like” with “lust”? Where are you I’d asked and she’d said that she was almost home when she’d decided that she was being stupid in not telling me how she felt so she’d pulled to the side of the road and rung me. I’d been a little “shell shocked” it being sprung on me like that but it had made my “heart flutter” just hearing the words she’d said. I’ll see you after dinner I’d said but I can’t promise anything but I certainly think we’d better talk. After dinner I drove round to her house, fortunately Madeline was out, presumably with Victoria, so we could chat in peace without any interruptions. We were like two dogs circling ready for the fight that wouldn’t eventuate because we had more important things on our mind such as our relationship with each other. It had to be obvious that we wanted each other but neither of us was prepared to make the first move until such time as Florence said “fuck it Erica, I want you and I think you want me”. The appropriate action should have been that we fell into each other’s arms and the music would be playing something dramatic and sensuous, if that’s possible and we’d devoured each other’s lips and tongues. However, like a couple of really stupid women we solved the problem by having a cup of tea, very well known as the solution to bursa escort bayan any problem known to man or in our case, two stupid women who sat on opposite sides of the table as though we both had the plague. That couldn’t go on forever, however, and sometime or another one of us would have to “break” and that person had been Florence who pulled me out of the chair I was sat in and gave me a resounding kiss during which she nearly bit off my tongue. Wow, that was what I’d been waiting for, the situation had needed someone with a bit of courage or determination to make the first move and Florence had proved to be that person. She’d asked me what we’d been waiting for and I couldn’t answer that question directly, I wasn’t going to admit to being stupid was I? I knew that I’d been ready to admit that I wanted her and had done for quite sometime but extreme caution had precluded me from making any advances. On previous occasions Florence had been the aggressor, taking the lead on everything and this evening was to prove to be no different, we’d moved up the stairs to her bedroom and without bothering to shut the door she started to undress me. You look so nice in your underwear she’d said, just love the little white panties and lacy bra, you should wear the bra under a blouse more often, all this whilst she was removing it and exposing my breasts. I was feeling so much more confident than I’d done for a long time and as my breasts fell out of my bra I held them out to her in an invitation for her to either kiss them or suck my nipples. Her choice had been to suck them, just sucking them into her mouth and then letting them go saying they deserved lots of attention but she wanted to wear some rather garish lipstick, that would leave stains on my nipples and breasts. I didn’t flinch as she let me go whilst she applied the lipstick, I just stood there holding my breasts out for her as though she was obligated to perform on them for me. Not very shy now are you? No, why should I be? You want exactly what I want so why beat about the bush looking “coy”, I’m going to be a bit more demanding of you in future. I think both of us were happy with that statement because we’d wasted too much time already. Now it was my turn to set the pace but I set the pace from the recipients point of view, I lay myself on the bed and pulled her down to me guiding her to my breasts again telling her they needed to be taken care of. This she did with lots of enthusiasm pulling my nipples deep into her mouth with enough suction to almost suck my nipples clear away from my chest. I didn’t complain but took her free hand and placed it on the other breast for her to fondle that one too. I’d started to be aggressive with her and pushed her right hand, the one that had been holding my left breast, down to my pussy and guided her so that she could “finger me”. Of course, she wasn’t inside my panties, yet, but nevertheless for this woman, me, who had been starved of sex for a little while even that seemed to be so erotic. My next step had been to point out to her that my little panties were loose enough around the tops of my legs for her to get her hand inside them so please do, now, there’s my pussy. I’d sighed as her finger entered my pussy, my goodness it was soaking wet, and that was where her aggressiveness took over moving her second finger to join the first one as they slowly moved in and out of my pussy making me wriggle down to try and get more of her fingers inside me. We were completely relaxed with each other and although I was aroused by now, I still had the temerity to ask her to increase the volume inside my pussy. She didn’t quite understand what I meant by volume until I told her that I could take and wanted more. Oh, I see what you mean, with that she pulled my panties clear of my hips and gave me everything, yes, I said everything, that was all of her fingers and her thumb too. Wow, did I feel full at this point? I’ve taken a full hand inside me before of course but when it’s somebody like Florence that you’ve developed more than a liking for then it’s really “wow”. She was moving it very slowly in and out, so slowly that it could only be regarded as a deliberate tease but I loved it, more please Florence, much more. It was time for her to exert her authority and she removed her hand, which made me sigh, so that she could remove my panties entirely and replace her hand with her mouth. Oh, I love this. Her tongue was exploring my slit so slowly, just barely moving whilst her other hand that wasn’t engaged in separating my pussy lips was just about touching my little anus. My mind was concentrating on the sensations she was generating in my pussy so I hadn’t noticed that her finger was at the entrance to my anus but I certainly noticed when it entered, partly because she hadn’t lubricated it first. Just a little painful but she didn’t pay any regard when I gave a little “ouch” as she entered me. She was enjoying being the master here and, I know you’ll believe, from what I’ve told you before, I’ve always had a liking for sex when a dominant person takes charge of me. She wanted me to roll over on my stomach and I presumed that it was so she could play with my anus. Her finger that had been entered in me was now riding itself back and forwards into and out of my backside, not unpleasant but I would have liked it to be moistened. Much to my disappointment the finger currently in my anus was removed however, that was only so it could be moistened, along with her other fingers, in my pussy before she entered them again in my anus. So she could get more of her hand inside me she helped me to lift myself up so that my bottom was higher than before. She now had easy access to me, this is nearly as nice as pussy sex but I didn’t want it to continue for too long. In this position I couldn’t see her and I liked to be able to see her and stroke her hair as she licked my pussy and clitoris to orgasm and drank my `cum”. Rather than let her concentrate on my anus I’d wanted her where she could pay attention to the most important part of my body, my pussy. Although it had been difficult I’d managed to roll over so that I was where I wanted to be, her hand was still in my anus but, at least, I’d then been able to see her. Perhaps it had been the action of turning over that had persuaded her to pay attention to my pussy because even though her hand was still attending to my anus her mouth had been in a position where she had my pussy right in front of her. I hope it was the sight of my disgustingly wet opening that convinced her to give me what I so obviously wanted and her tongue returned to where it should never have left, my soaking wet pussy. I have to admit that when Florence pays attention to me she is so fucking good, sorry for the bad language but at times like that it’s almost obligatory that I use it. Not satisfied with just her tongue in my pussy she’d removed her fingers from my anus and was now slowly moving, as was her tongue, inside me bringing me to very slowly to orgasm. I knew that it wouldn’t be long in arriving but she knew full well that once I’d orgasmed there would be no more sex for sometime. So, the orgasm hadn’t arrived as quickly as I would have liked, she was apparently dragging it out for as long as possible, perhaps she wanted me to beg for relief but surely nilüfer escort no woman could do that to her lover. Nevertheless, that’s the speed at which we progressed and my bottom had lifted so far from the bed that I must have lifted her with me. Dirty girl she told me and I couldn’t quite understand why until I remembered she’d said that I made lots of noise when I orgasmed and now even I could hear myself. Fuck me harder, fuck me harder I had said but she’d moved her mouth from my pussy once again but I had to have it so I’d said please, again she’d said, PLEASE!!!!!!!!! And then it came, it hurt as it left me but oh, how wonderful to feel it especially as her mouth was firmly glued to me. None of it could leak as far as I could see but she didn’t have unlimited capacity so where was it going. Not until a little later did I find that it had leaked, there was a little puddle on the bed in which her breasts were soaking. A little while later, perhaps only seconds, she moved her thoroughly wet tits to my mouth and let me lick her clean. I think I was still leaking but she showed no concern at the state her bed was in, perhaps she was going to sleep in it as it was. But no, she pulled me through it all until my back and buttocks were thoroughly coated in my own `cum”, or at least what she’d not been able to take into her mouth. Once she’d thoroughly soaked me she’d taken my hands and put them under my body so that I could feel just what kind of a mess I was in. I’d thought perhaps she wants me to taste myself so I’d moved my hands across my buttocks and wet them, before I’d put them to my lips, oh, the taste was wonderful so I’d done it again and then I’d spread it all over my breasts and down my belly all the time I was getting more and more horny until such time as she’d said “again”? Oh yes, I don’t usually want it straight after I’ve orgasmed but for once I was ready, what a greedy woman I am. The second time not only had she rolled me over apparently to attack my anus again but she’d again dragged me through the remains of my `cum” left on the sheet so that my breasts and belly had been coated with my `cum”, the only part of me that then hadn’t been coated was my face and hair. She’d fixed that by dragging me even further to the foot of the bed until I was coated all over apart from my legs. I don’t think I need to tell you that by this time I was leaking again so that any movement I made on the bed spread cum even more equally over my body. Then, I had begged for relief, not for another orgasm, but please Florence, let me rest. She’d taken me in her arms and said in a very quiet voice you know where you belong now don’t you? As much as I’d enjoyed being with her that evening I hadn’t felt as though I could commit, I wasn’t sure whether it was because didn’t love her, at that moment I certainly did, but perhaps I am such a slut that the first pretty woman that smiled at me would take me to her bed, I’d really fallen for lesbian love. The kissing that had followed my orgasms were very nice, I’d been able to taste myself on her mouth and her very experienced tongue had been doing exactly the same things in my mouth as she’d been doing in my pussy, that’s reaching and searching for something, don’t really know what, but the exploration was very nice and our tongues had caressed each other’s and transferred the taste of my “cum” from her tongue to mine. My body was in a state of exhaustion, an orgasm really takes it out of me and only on rare occasions have I been able to have multiple orgasms without pain and on those few occasions I’ve generally had to rest for quite some considerable time afterwards. After a little while, and when I’d more or less recovered, Florence had taken me in her arms again and licked my eyelids, they were a bit sticky as a result but it had been very nice feeling nevertheless. I hadn’t noticed that during that little episode her hands had strayed to my breasts again until such time as she’d started to be a little rougher than before but maybe it was because I was so much more relaxed with her that I’d tended to ignore the physical pain she was causing. I’d never willingly let another woman treat my nipples like that but for her, I’d been quite willing to take the roughness and I’d held her hands and fingers firmly on my breast. I hadn’t expected, nor had I hoped, that she’d remain on my breasts and in the meantime, whilst I was considering whether I should ask her to be more gentle with me, her body had slid down mine and her lips had taken the place of her hands, still quite aggressive though. Her teeth had taken a grip on my left nipple and she’d applied more pressure than I’d really wanted and when I’d asked to her to be gentle she said she’d wondered how long it would take before I responded. She apparently saw the length of time it took me to “complain’ as a sign of how much I wanted her. If I’d stopped her as soon as she’d started then I didn’t want her at all but because it had taken a minute or two I must have wanted her quite badly. Although the nipple biting was painful there was a certain amount of logic in what she’d said and consequently I promised myself that I’d more readily accept the pain as a sign of my desires. Her lips had taken the place of her teeth and that was more to my liking, sucking my nipples into her mouth and then running her tongue either over the top of my nipple or surrounding it with her spittle was heavenly, I could take this for hours and as she administered these lovely sensations to my breasts and nipples her free hand had wandered to my belly button where it was searching for something but I didn’t know what. My nipple had extended quite considerably under her attentions and I would be loath to stop her, but it would only be fair to move from the left tit to the right one. I pushed her head over the other way and I replaced her mouth on my left nipple with my hand which was squeezing and pulling at it far harder than she’d done, was I beginning to like a little rough treatment? As a result of my treatment of myself I’d encouraged her to be even rougher with the right nipple and she was causing me real pain but I didn’t stop her, perhaps I was turning into a masochist. The pleasure that I was now getting from her roughness on my breasts and nipples had covered the fact that her fingers were now playing at the entrance to my pussy, again. I only realised that her hand was now doing it’s best to torment me when I realised that my fluids were starting to build up inside me. I took her hand and held it still on my mound before eventually slowly moving it in a circular motion just over my pussy. The movement occasionally pulled my lips apart, causing a little shudder to go through me, before I’d moved her hand on allowing my lips to close again, I wanted her to continue with this torture as long as possible before I plunged her fingers in to my now soaking wet pussy. Florence took over from me as the tease continued pushing my hand out of the way saying fuck off baby, this is my pussy to torment. Her fingers, don’t know how many but seemed like all of them, we’re rammed into it, pussy I mean. I must have jumped clear off the bed because it made her laugh at my antics, apparently I’d yelled out “oh shit” but I lay back smiling because now her fingers were moving in and out türbanlı escort of me at a ferocious speed making me buck my arse clean off the bed and muttering “oh fuck” continually. She was really doing a wonderful job on me but now I wanted a little more tenderness and I’d asked her to go down on me. Before she did though, she withdrew her fingers from my pussy and drew them across my mouth, it’s a thing that I really like, the taste of pussy juice is one of those things that I’ve learned to like even though the first couple of times had disgusted me. Her pretty little tongue had now entered me and I was trying to hold her still but she wanted to move, running it from top to bottom and reversing and all the while her mouth had latched onto my clitoris and she was sucking me so hard that it felt now like a penis with an erection, it felt so hard. A girl can only stand so much of this and there were now tremors building in me so much so that it was beginning to be quite painful, orgasm wasn’t far away. I was starting to lift my bottom clear off the bed, a sure sign that it wouldn’t be too long, and as I reached my peak where my back is arched, I let go, and did I let go? The relief for me was wonderful, I hope it felt equally as good for Florence, and my bottom was reaching even higher and I held her head against me hoping that I didn’t drown the poor girl because it felt as though I was pumping it out like a fire engine. After what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, my bottom fell back to the bed and the wonderful feeling of relief that I get after orgasm took over. It hadn’t stopped Florence continuing her attention on my pussy because she was still licking me although not with as much ferocity as she had before. She was just principally licking the remaining “cum” from me and cleaning me up in general, however, her index finger, I think, had penetrated my bottom again and it was slowly teasing the hell out of me. When she moved her mouth from my pussy her tongue had been coated in my “cum” and before I realised what was happening she’d shown me her tongue completely covered in it, such a pretty sight. I’d had to ask her to stop teasing me so that I could relax and when she did she had the biggest smile on her face I’d ever seen. That OK darling? What else could I say but thank you my love, it was wonderful, but now it’s your turn. If I thought I was going to do exactly the same to her I had another thought coming because she got of the bed and moved toward the bathroom shortly to be followed by the sound of the shower, the bitch wasn’t going to let me play with her!!!!!!!!! When she came out of the bathroom she’d asked me “happy darling”? Yes, so very happy, why have we taken so long to arrive at this situation? Probably because neither of us wanted to rush into something that may have proven to be a disaster, as it was we had not made any commitments to each other, rather we had decided that we’d carry on as before until the road ahead was clear and we could see what we ought to do but after this occasion how could we go back? But now she’d climbed onto me and her pussy was now over my mouth and was being dragged from my chin to my forehead. She wouldn’t move slowly enough for me to take her clitoris in my mouth but she “rode” me like a bucking bronco and when she eventually “cum” her juices were spread from under my chin, on my chin, on my lips, in my mouth, in and on my nose, my eyelids, my forehead and even the front of my hair. I definitely needed a shower now so she took me and washed me down from the front of my hair, right down the front of my body, paying special attention to my tits and my pussy, until she eventually reached my feet. And then, she did exactly the same all the way down my back this time with special attention to my bottom even to the extent of pushing the face washer in my bottom and screwing it around to made sure I was thoroughly cleaned out. When we stepped out of the shower she’d made sure that I was really dry and had gone to the extent of powdering me all over my body but not dressing me. Now I really needed a rest but instead she laid me back on the bed and lay alongside me so that I thought we were just going to lie there and talk. This was not so and her fingers were pushed inside me again and she’d told me to “ride” them like a cowboy rode a horse. I started to move thinking that she would help me out moving her fingers in time with me but she made me do it all alone. First she had two fingers in me, then three and eventually four and when we’d reached this point she’d asked me what was the most desirable number for me to fuck myself. I’d said two, I could manage two best when it was all being left to me so that was what I got. I rode them as best I could lifting myself on to them without help from her and perhaps that was the best thing she could do for me. When it came was that the third orgasm or the fourth, I had no idea, all I knew was that I’d had a wonderful time but no more please, I was shagged. I drove home but when I got about a couple of hundred yards away from her place I had to stop and put my hand inside my knickers to tease myself to orgasm again. It didn’t take more than few seconds and now I was in that pleasant state where I was wearing wet knickers. When I got home I went straight to bed, that’s after I’d undressed, and as I climbed into bed and made myself comfortable my hand had slipped into my knickers again but this time I fell asleep straight away. I’d woken sometime during the night with my hand still inside but I couldn’t remain awake long enough to reach orgasm again. In the morning when I awoke I rushed to the shower to remove the “cum” smell from my body even though I’d had a shower at Florence’s place, however, I suspected that I still had a smell on me. No sooner had I emerged from the shower than the `phone rang, it was Florence. Hi darling she’d said, sleep well? Yes, I certainly did but got to go, need to get the kids ready for school, didn’t know what else to say especially at that time of the morning. So, now we’re a few weeks on from there and our friendship is going very well, I can have her over here at my place without it causing any problems because the kids don’t know that we sleep together, my apartment being a private setting, there’s a locked door between us and the children. Of course we don’t always make love even when we are together, we’ve come to a nice understanding and don’t press each other. It’s quite easy to see when I want “it” or so I’m told, Florence says that my eyes are hooded, I think she means that they’re sort of half closed. I can tell when she wants it, she’s breathing!!!!!!! But we are kind to each other, spending time here and time at her place and only having sex when it’s apparent that we both want it. Madeline’s romance with Victoria has ended as far as I know, apparently she was too demanding. Victoria wanted more of a love affair than just a frequent sexual encounter and although I often see Madeline when I’m over at Florence’s house it doesn’t cause me any pain, in fact I feel more pity for Madeline because she could have continued with me if she’d wished except for her wandering eye. Well, no, that’s not exactly true, age was an important factor too. Florence is pleased that I don’t seem to have any ill feelings towards Madeline and we often chat over a cup of tea of coffee, sometimes about the times we’ve shared but mostly I try to steer the conversation away from that episode for her sake. I’m now firmly attached to Florence but we’ll have to see what the future holds for us.

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