Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 16:04:57 +1000 (EST)
From: maria berlesconi <topendmaria@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Am I a Lesbian 4

This is another story from MARIA in the  Am I a Lesbian
series.

This one is entitled Am I a Lesbian, the end.

As usual my e-mail address is topendmaria@yahoo.com.au

I love to hear from readers.

Erica and I have continued with our sexual adventures
this past week but our time together is getting shorter,
the famous Madeline is due to arrive tomorrow. I'm hoping
that Erica is not too excited by the prospect, tonight
maybe the last time I have her to myself, at least for
the time being. As bedtime approached I watched her with
interest trying to deduce whether she was excited or too
excited to share the bed with me tonight. But, she got
rid of the kids, including twin brother Paul, and we sat
and enjoyed our last cup of tea for the evening. When it
was finished she took the cups to the kitchen and without
washing them she returned and taking my hand led me to
the bedroom.

She turned to face me and as she unfastened her blouse my
mouth began to water. As she opened it my mouth began to
twitch. As she unfastened her bra my blood started to
pound in my veins and as she dropped both of them to the
floor my head started to pound. Smiling at me she walked
those few paces towards me, the slowest paces I've ever
experienced, she took my hands and placing them on her
bare breasts she kissed me with a tongue that was wet and
felt as though it was feet long. It slithered into my
mouth in one long sinuous movement not stopping until her
lips were rammed tight against mine. I was nearly
overcome with passion, this woman knows how I feel about
her and she was about to extract as much love from me as
she possibly could.
The thought ran through my mind that "I think I'm about
to be fucked".

Wouldn't that be a wonderful way to finish the evening
and maybe it would be the last one I got from her, I know
she's in love with Madeline. But I threw that thought
from my mind, I wanted her and I wanted her now and I
wanted her to fuck me, yes me. I'm the girl that had been
so dominant these last few weeks and was longing to be
the one that was taken, taken in what-ever fashion she
wanted, be it rough or be it romantic. Just take me
Erica.

Pulling away from me she turned her back whilst she
removed her skirt. Turning her back on me had nothing to
do with being shy. It was just her way of teasing me even
more. Her beautiful round bottom was now pointed my way
and I took a deep breath as she bent over revealing all
it's round glory. She seemed to be taking such a long
time to do what ever it was to me but even as she bent
forward she turned her face with a sultry smile and blew
me a kiss. I nearly wet myself there and then.

I hadn't noticed before but she was wearing an assortment
of chains round her neck and these she removed. The chain
round her waist was next to go and she reached down
inside her panties removing those little eggs that she
sometimes wore inside her pussy. I could see the wet
slick shine as she lifted them to her mouth and teasingly
she licked each one before she put them down. Removing
her panties I could see, as she turned her back on me
again, that she was also wearing that little string of
bead things that she'd pushed in her bottom. She called
me over and I was allowed to remove them. I held them
tightly in my hand thinking about where they had been.
Only a few weeks ago the thought of her putting something
in her bottom would have made me shudder with disgust but
now the situation was different. It was so sexy and I was
almost tempted to ask her to push them in me although I'd
never "worn" them before.


Erica always wore stockings, not panty hose, and as she
put her foot up on a chair to roll them down her legs I
saw pussy, yes that glorious pussy. By now, this girl was
practically salivating as I saw the lovely wet moisture
glistening on her skin, the tease hadn't only affected
me, it had effected her too.

The last chains to be removed were her anklet chains. My
friends and I had always thought of anklet chains as
something only worn by prostitutes but here was my mother
removing them. She'd done everything so slowly and
deliberately that I didn't think I could stand any more
torment. Standing there absolutely naked I was almost
moved to kneel in front of her not asking for a fuck but
just adoring this magnificent woman.

She held out her hand to me and gestured to me to stand
up. As I did she held my upper arms, turned me round and
lowered me gently to the bed. Was it an automatic reflex
or was some other force at work but as I lay slowly on
the bed my skirt rode up, my legs parted and my lovely
lace panties came into view. Even I was impressed by how
it had all happened and if I had been religious I could
have thought it was "divine intervention" but I'm not
religious and I don't wish to offend those that are so
let's just say it was coincidence. A brief kiss, a touch
on my breasts and a stroke of her hand over my pussy and
she walked the few steps to the dressing table where she
picked up a tube of lipstick that had, or so it appeared,
been deliberately left there for just this purpose. She
knows I love lipstick and she applied it something like
an actress would apply it, over the lip line to make her
lips look so much fuller.

The way she came back to me couldn't be described as a
walk. It may have been sidling, it may have been almost
creeping, it may have been gliding but whatever it was it
was smooth, very smooth. Her knee came onto the bed close
to my groin and she lowered herself with her hands so
that her now juicy lips were almost touching mine. Fuck,
I was still dressed but not for long, she took hold of my
blouse and tugged it away from me. Hey. Erica, that's
practically new. Do you want to be fucked? Yes? Then shut
up, lie back and prepare to be fucked hard, very hard.

The lustful gleam in her eyes was something that I loved
to see but usually it was something I saw when I had her
in this same position making her wait for me. She's such
a submissive woman that waiting, for her, was like being
tortured. Seeing this gleam in her eye I knew something
was about to happen to me and hopefully I would enjoy it.
With her fingers she started to tease pussy, gently at
first and then with a little more enthusiasm watching my
face until the first of my fluids started to form on my
pussy lips and my face became flushed at which time she
left the bed and came back with a dildo that I hadn't
seen before, not too big, just what I would consider a
nice size. As it slipped into me she said I've only
brought the small one, wow, if that's the small one, what
on earth is the big one like. I remembered our friend
Michelle in England telling me that she had one that was
a full twelve inches long. Oh no, please don't bring one
out like that Erica, I'm happy to play your game but not
that, it would be far too big for me.

With skilful manipulation moving it round inside me and
then stroking my lips with it, that's both my mouth and
my pussy, and then slowly drawing it up my erect clit, my
orgasm was guaranteed. My hands shot out and caught her
round the neck and dragging her down to me kissing her
with ferocity. I was so excited, it was a little while
since she'd fucked me, I bit her lip and then her nose, I
was in a state, not used to her doing this to me and
while all this was going on I was thrusting my pussy at
her streaking my "cum" on her lower belly and eventually
spreading it to her upper thighs.

When she broke away from me she said "well, that was nice
wasn't it" with that awful smirk on her face. She did,
however, give me time to recover and while she was
preening herself on her talents I grabbed her and threw
her flat on the mattress. My turn to show you my talents
and one of them is talking to you like a slut, get over
here and get fucked. I slid the dildo in her pussy but I
was no-where near as gentle as she was and I rode her as
hard as I could. Between whimpers I kept up my tirade of
filthy words and frankly the more I cursed and swore at
her the more she thrust her pussy against the dildo. I
didn't want to stop and fasten the straps, not while I
had her like this. She was having more pleasure than
usual so I not only continued to pound her pussy, I
increased the speed and strength with which I was fucking
her. It sounded something like a religious revival as she
continually called out "oh fuck, oh god, oh god, oh
mother. Her mound was beginning to look swollen as I
continued to pound her but suddenly she almost jumped off
the bed and gave the biggest sigh imaginable.

Darling, sorry to tell you this, but that's enough!!!!!!
I didn't say anything but I have to admit that I was
relieved, I couldn't have continued much longer. We were
now both lay flat on the bed breathing heavily, I
couldn't even summon the energy to kiss her nor even the
strength to clean her pussy with my lips and mouth, I
would have to leave that to her.

Perhaps if we woke early enough in the morning we would
do it all again but first I needed sleep and so, I
suspect, did she. It's always a nice comfortable feeling
to take her in my arms and cuddle her to me, we do the
spoon position, she "sits" on my knee with her bottom
pressed close to me, often we're still practically in the
same position in the morning when we wake. I slept like a
log, didn't hear a thing until about six o'clock the next
morning when she was rattling around the kitchen making
something to drink. When she brought it into the bedroom
she put mine down on the side table and reaching across
she squeezed my breasts. Dangerous practice, usually gets
me quickly aroused and horny especially as her breasts
were again hanging loose and uncovered. My mouth watered
at the sight of those perfect small globes hanging down
so invitingly.

But, we had places to go today, we were going to the
airport to meet the famous Madeline, don't know what
she's famous for although I'm the one that's described
her as famous probably because I'm a bit jealous about
all the attention she gets. Everybody is going bananas
over her arrival and personally I don't give a s..
whether she comes home of not. Her attitude to Erica and
I when she gets here will determine how I'm going to
treat her. If she's pleasant then that's how I'll be but
if she's shitty then I won't hesitate to let her have a
piece of my mind.

Around nine o'clock Erica rang the airport and to her
dismay the flight from Frankfurt via Tokyo had been
grounded somewhere along the way and the passengers had
been ferried to a hotel, the arrival had been postponed
until Thursday late, perhaps as late as ten o'clock in
the evening. Shortly Florence rang in a real dither
worrying about her little girl, fuck, her little girl was
fucking every woman in sight and in all probability she'd
be doing it again when she arrived home. There was at
least one woman who would probably leave her knickers at
home when she went to the airport. Unfortunately I was
expected to go to the airport with them, don't know if I
was the moral support or what. Suppose there was one good
thing about it, I didn't have to go to school today and
I'd also have the day off tomorrow.

I couldn't understand what all the fuss was about to be
truthful but Erica and Florence were both quite excited.
Oh well, I could keep myself occupied on the computer
down stairs where Erica wouldn't be annoying me by
looking over my shoulder to see what I was doing. I'd had
to close hers down a couple of times because the nosey
woman wanted to know what was going on however, she did
need to use it for business purposes too.

Both of the ladies were pretty well dressed to go to the
airport but now that the trip had been cancelled it
seemed ridiculous to stay dressed up. Mind you, I wasn't
wasting my time, I was having a lovely view up both of
their skirts, very pretty indeed. Erica was wearing, as
usual, her pretty little white lace panties and Florence
had treated herself to new black French knickers. If I'd
been given a choice of which woman I wanted at that
moment I would almost have to toss a coin to save me the
embarrassment of choosing one over the other. I'd been
with Erica last night and it had been sometime since I'd
taken Florence to bed so I could almost lay a claim to
being fair in my choice.

But, there was no sign of the women being interested in
anything sexual, their minds were on how long it would
take to get Madeline home to her home country. Wouldn't
it be lovely if she could secure flight with another
airline when Erica jumped up and said I'll ring my dad,
he has contacts with other people who are in the airline
industry. Quickly she rang her dad in Brisbane and asked
him if he could help, there were no promises but he would
give it a try. Not that long afterwards her dad (my
grandad) rang and said she'd been able to get on another
plane and had landed in Darwin and would be flying on to
cairns soon. We guessed it would be about three hours or
so until she arrived in Cairns.

Both the older girls were so excited but didn't have a
flight number to verify what time it was due to land and
anyway it was always possible that she wouldn't be told
anyway. The next few hours would be filled with two women
hopping from foot to foot wondering how to fill the time
in until she was due to arrive. Good fortune was on our
side when the phone rang and grandad gave Erica the
flight number that he's got by one means or another. We
could get under way in only a short time and now the
excitement really did start to build.

When we left Erica was a total loss as a driver missing
the turn off for the airport and then getting herself
lost in the car park of all fucking places. I was
beginning to get rather pissed off with all this fuss
over one damned girl but because they were both so
agitated I tried to remain calm. Eventually we got to the
terminal to find that because the plane had landed in
Darwin it had gone through immigration and customs
formalities there so it would be a quick exit for our
traveller. We were allowed into the domestic baggage area
and within a short time the bags started to circulate on
the whirly thing, the carousel so I'm informed.

Not too long after the bags started to arrive the
passengers came through to the baggage area and then the
dramatic entrance of Madeline. Fuck, no wonder they think
she's lovely. I caught my breath as she came over to us.
She kissed Florence, then Erica and then she came over to
me and said I've been waiting to meet you Maria, we've
never met but that's about to change.

Erica and Florence took the wheelie suitcases and
Madeline took my hand and walked with me as the two silly
mothers towed the baggage along behind them. Part way
along the concourse Madeline told the mothers that she
needed the toilet and in we went but she pushed open the
door of the far cubicle and pushed me inside. Good god, I
was so nervous, she kissed me with a very deep wet kiss
unlike the ones that Erica gave me but her tongue almost
reached the back of my throat and then worked it's way
round my mouth. I suppose I could say that she was on her
way to raping me but I'd started to answer her back and
as her tongue played with mine inside my mouth her knee
pressed between my legs. Pushing me down on the seat she
lifted my skirt and knowing the kind of panties I'd
almost certainly be wearing, the same as Erica wears, her
fingers were in my now soaking wet pussy and without
breaking stride, so to speak, she was driving them into
me fast and furious. Within about three minutes I had an
orgasm, quick even for me, but I didn't have time to
celebrate, she took a handful of toilet paper, wiped me
clean and straightened my knickers. We were on our way
out so quick that I was breathless. Under her breath as
we left the toilet and rejoined the mothers she said
"that's a sample, keep yourself ready for later".

Still holding hands we strolled across to the car and
Madeline pushed me into the back and jumped in after me.
She held my hand all the way home and when we arrived at
her home she asked me to help her unpack, now that's a
new word for being fucked. It wasn't a long session, I
think she was just letting me know that she had a habit
of getting what she wanted and it now seemed very clear
to me that I was definitely on her list of "the most
wanted".

Frankly, I was a bit stunned by the speed of the
proceedings not that I hadn't enjoyed it, but it would
have so much nicer if it had taken place slower and
lasted much longer. I wasn't quibbling about her having
given it to me, now that I'd had it I would most
certainly want it again and I didn't want to wait too
long for it. Her demeanour after our second fuck told me
that there would be more to follow and to tell the truth
I couldn't wait for a repeat performance.

When we went back down the stairs to rejoin the mothers
she still held my hand even when we entered the room
where they were. If either of them were annoyed at her
possessiveness they didn't say or do anything to indicate
their displeasure. She made sure she held my hand the
whole time and when she offered to take me into the
garden to show her what else had been planted whilst
she'd been away there were no protests from the ladies.

Leaving the house her arm went around me and as we
strolled over to the roses she kissed me on the cheek. I
couldn't see why she'd brought me out here, she'd had no
difficulty in making love to me in the house before so
why not now. Do you think we'll make a couple she asked
but I had no answer to that question, we'd really only
just met. True, I'd seen her round the school, where just
about everybody knew her, but her reputation as a smart
girl had lots of people intimidated, including me.
Difficult to hold out an opinion when the girl you were
discussing a topic with could leave you for dead
regarding the subject, practically any subject.

So, we were practically strangers up until then or at
least until the airport toilet and subsequently her
bedroom but now we were like bosom buddies. She sat me on
the garden bench and asked me if I'd slept with Erica and
she smiled when I stuttered over my answer until she said
I know you have, I could recognise those knickers
anywhere, exactly the same as hers. Funny she should
recognise them, I rather fancy they were Erica's anyway
but it didn't matter, of late we'd shared knickers from
the same drawer, she couldn't share my bras because, to
her disgust, my breasts were bigger. None of this
information caused Madeline any distress as a matter of
fact she thanked me for taking care of her whilst she'd
been away. When I said something like but I had to she's
my mother Madeline said bullshit that damned Michelle
from England spent an awful lot of time e-mailing you at
my request trying to talk you into at least trying sex
with a woman. It was me that suggested that she told you
about me fucking Erica and that she wanted to fuck you.

News like that leaves you flabbergasted, to think that
women had conspired to convert me from being the straight
girl I had been to this lesbian sex loving young woman.
Before we left the garden we kissed passionately with me
accepting my role in this partnership of the submissive
women. How I'd go on with Erica when I slept with her was
worrying me, she expected me to be the dominant partner
and could well reject me when she found, perhaps, that
she was expected to take the lead.

Erica and I returned home, she wasn't very talkative on
the way, clearly something was on her mind. Inside the
house she put on the little girl act sidling up to me and
putting her arms around me asking me for a cuddle and a
kiss but I knew full well what this was all about. There
were unresolved issues here in her mind. Clearly she
wanted to know what her position would be now that
Madeline was home but I really couldn't tell her because
my position was not clear either. Would I be expected to
be Madeline's full time girl friend or would she also
want Erica. There was an awful lot to think about
tonight.

The solution was to go to bed and take Erica with me. So
without further ado, as they say in some piece of
literature that I've seen, we went to bed. Whether it was
the fact that Madeline had fucked me twice in the course
of one day or whether it had to do with the fact that she
hadn't fucked Erica even once, I don't really know. She
was good, very good that night, her kisses were even
hotter than ever before and the thrust of her pussy
against my lips was exquisite. I moved to put some
lipstick on so that the slippery feel of my lips against
her pussy would allow me to slide across her like an ice
skater or skier. I moved from side to side each time
dragging that pussy lip with me and then when I reversed
the movement I dragged it or them the other way. But, I
think the routine she really wants is to be fucked hard
clit to clit.

I'm always ready to oblige a woman who wants that. It
turns me on even though at the end of it all I'm totally
exhausted. But, if that's what she wants that's what
she'll get but if she wants oral afterwards she'll have
to oblige me. I pulled my knickers to one side and then
moved hers too and then bringing our clits together I
started to move my hips against hers bringing her to lift
her bottom off the bed. I kept moving my hips further
away from her, only a centimetre of course but just
sufficiently far enough to make her whimper as she almost
lost contact. I'm such a damned tease at times and whilst
I was fucking her I almost forget the session I'd had
with Madeline. One thing about sex with Erica is that it
requires total dedication so don't start daydreaming or
she will soon know that you'd rather be somewhere else.
Discovering that soon leads to her pushing you off her
and she will finish her self off by hand. I couldn't let
that happen under any circumstances.

I renewed my efforts to please her but after this
afternoon I was struggling to keep the pace. Fortunately
she didn't notice and soon she gave me the break I
deserved as she thrust her hips at me and I felt the
wonderful hot "cum" ooze slowly onto my pussy. I guess
after that really low-key performance I couldn't expect
any better from her. The main thing was that she was
satisfied even though it hadn't been one of her famous
"gushers". As a last try at saving face I moved down to
her pussy and drank what I could, it wasn't all of it but
I spread the remainder out on her skin so that she
wouldn't realise I'd let her down.

Soon, she slept and I could get off the bed and go to the
bathroom for a drink but water didn't satisfy me and yes,
you've guessed, I made a cup of tea. Sitting back I the
chair I thought about the day and the two fucks Madeline
had given me. Should I regard myself as one of "her
girls" now or should I just regard the today as a "one
off" that wouldn't be repeated.

Frankly I couldn't be bothered to worry about it anymore,
I was tired and needed sleep. As I crawled into bed my
lovely Erica snuggled up to me and turning over with her
bum to me she took my hand and put it on her breast. I
don't think she knew what she'd done but, as you all
know, her boobs fit in my hands perfectly. When we woke
in the morning she took it into her head to take care of
me for a change and as I was stretching she made her way
down to my pussy. My knickers were in the way but she was
undaunted and dragged them out of the way, quite
forcefully I have to say causing me to say quite sharply
"oh fuck". She was certainly good, her tongue felt as
though it was a yard long, the stroke from the bottom of
my pussy lips to the top took so long it almost felt like
a train trip. But, shortly, I had my orgasm and just
about collapsed back on the bed wanting nothing more than
another hours sleep.

When we dressed Erica decided that we would go over to
Florence's place to see what we're going to do for the
day. They'd only just got out of bed and both of them
looked particularly tired, what could they have been
doing? We could only guess but it was no stretch of the
imagination to suggest that they'd had a long night
giving each other satisfaction. Whilst they both looked
weary they also had nice smiles on their faces as a
demonstration that they were like the cats that got the
cream. That spoke well for the start of the day, four
women satisfied with their lot but, perhaps, wanting more
later in the day. Not a hard decision, we decided to
congregate at the usual coffee bar after Florence and
Madeline had done a little bit of shopping.

We met them not ten minutes later and found our usual
seat. If you can remember Madeline and I had sat here
when we first met so it had romantic connotations for us.
Being in the far corner of the caf‚ we were out of the
way and so, when Victoria came into work, she didn't
immediately see us but when the boss pointed us out she
rushed over and gave all of us a kiss. I thought I saw a
sparkle in her eye as she kissed Madeline but later Erica
said she'd had another sparkle in her eye when she kissed
me. So, a gaggle of lesbians, or whatever we're called,
enjoying a nice meeting after all this time. You know
that when a group of women get together they tend to
chatter but we had some time to catch up with so we were
chattering even more than we might have under ordinary
circumstances.

During the time we were in the caf‚ Victoria persistently
had her eye on the corner but it was difficult to tell
whom she was interested in, it could have been Madeline
or me. I don't think either of us was deliberately
playing up to her but she seemed to find lots to interest
her in or about this corner. Madeline was her usual
extroverted self and that was probably what attracted so
many women to her, keeping us all entertained with her
tales of the German "hausfrau". I'm sure that most of the
stories were deliberately exaggerated but without malice
and we were all in stitches laughing at her.

As we left Victoria came over for her kisses and it was
noticeable that the most significant kiss was saved for
Madeline. After the kiss I'd had when we came in I was a
bit disappointed not to get the same treatment. However,
apparently quite deliberately, Madeline took my hand
where Victoria could see us. The grip was almost the grip
of a lover and so I was hoping that the afternoon would
result in some loving for me. We dawdled through the
shopping centre and stopped at several shops to see what
was on offer and one shop we stopped at Madeline pulled
me to her and said she'd like to see me in a pair of
pretty little panties that were on display in the window.
Smiling, wow, I almost swallowed my tongue, I said thank
you, just like a little girl. She was definitely having
an effect on me and I think, secretly, I was falling in
lust with her. As she pushed me into the car not only was
her hand on my bottom but she was definitely feeling
between my cheeks and I hoped she wouldn't go any
further, at least here, I didn't really feel that this
was the place for me to feel her finger sliding inside my
little rosebud.

Erica drove us back to Florence's place and I asked her
if it would be OK if I stayed for a while as I had
something I wanted to talk to Madeline about. As long as
I didn't keep her waiting too long, she had things to do,
she'd pick me up when I rang later in the afternoon. We
went upstairs, that's Madeline and I, she asked me if I'd
like to dress in those panties we'd seen in the shop and
when I said yes she went over to the chest of drawers and
pulling out a pair of black panties she said put these on
for me. They were exactly the same as we'd seen in the
shop window, she'd bought them in Germany. Things
sometimes take a little longer to get to Australia
directly. They get here eventually but we do sometimes
have that little wait. As I pulled my skirt up to remove
my own panties and exposed my bare pussy she let out a
little hiss and said oh Maria, what a lovely sight. I
loved that complimentary hiss, made me feel just so much
more sensual than before but she didn't stop me from
sliding her panties up my legs. She came over and helped
me, why I don't know because I manage to dress myself in
the mornings without any help, but, her tugging and
pulling supposedly to help settle them on my bottom was
very nice indeed.

I did wonder if that was all, we sat beside each other on
the bed for a while just chatting and then she put her
arm round me and I could feel her nervousness. It was
just as I imagine a boy would be as he started on his
approach to getting a girl to submit to him. This girl,
however, didn't need to feel at all nervous. I just
snuggled into her arms without any coercion. When she
kissed me it seemed as though our lips were welded
together, I didn't want them to separate and as the kiss
stretched out for what seemed like hours, neither did
hers. There could only be one conclusion to this moment
and it followed almost as in a dream.

Madeline stood at the side of the bed and started to
disrobe, why I used such an old fashioned term at this
time puzzles me, I should have said started to "strip" as
one item of clothing after another fell to the floor. Did
she want me to undress myself? I hoped not, I wanted her
to do it for me and take her time to stop and stare at
each and every part of me. But first, she gave me a
little parade just to entice me, her breasts were rude,
my mother told me never to point and those lovely globes
were definitely pointing in my direction. I lowered my
eyes, not because the view wasn't nice, but I couldn't
resist looking lower. My eyes almost popped out of my
head as her wonderful, beautiful, sexy pussy came into
view, I almost fainted with excitement but before I
could, she turned around and showed me that wonderful
pair of globular things that are her arse, sorry about
the language but if you'd been there, that would have
been your expression too.

When she turned to face me again I knew precisely what
was going to happen to me. As a prelude, she stared at me
with those beautiful dark eyes of hers and as she stared
her tongue came out and ran along her lips, those
fuckable lips covered in dark red seductive, sexy
lipstick. After giving me a show like that I needed no
persuasion to stand for her and when she took my hands
and lifted me to an upright position I very near
collapsed in anticipation of what would happen next.
"Next" happened immediately and without any preamble, her
hands reached out and started to unfasten my blouse, then
my bra, then my skirt and when they all lay on the floor
she knelt in front of me and removed those delicious
panties of hers that only minutes ago she'd helped me
pull on. I was still wearing stockings but they didn't
hide any part of my pussy so she had free rein over what
she could see.

She didn't lay me down as I would have expected her to
but she just commenced to drag her tongue along my pussy
lips from bottom to top and then she removed them only to
do it all over again, from bottom to top. Each time she
touched me with her tongue I shuddered and when she did
it again I shuddered again and again and again until I
could feel my legs starting to tremble. There was no
relief for me however, she just continued until such time
as I really did fall back on the bed. If I thought I
would get relief I was sadly mistaken and the tenderness
she'd displayed so far was replaced with what appeared to
be a mad hunger. She attacked me with her mouth, her
tongue and her fingers. All of them were, either together
or alone, stuffed into my pussy at sometime and despite
my initial nervousness I was now thrusting my pussy at
her mouth. Almost too soon I sprayed on her face, such a
glorious feeling to spray all my love juice on this girls
face and I think some had even got into her hair and
round he eyes. Fuck, perhaps the fire brigade could use
me to extinguish a blaze for them just so much liquid had
sprayed out of me.

Deep in my brain was the thought that I should now return
the favour to Madeline but she appeared to be in the same
condition as I was and that was fucked, knackered,
rooted, shagged, screwed or any or any other expletive
you can think of. We just lay there holding each other
and sharing the occasional kiss but nothing more. I told
her that I was good for nothing now and probably would be
like that until I'd had at least eight hours sleep at
which she just giggled and agreed.

Now, I've had that eight hours sleep and I've just rung
Madeline to sort of quiz her about she feels and I get
the impression that she's feeling quite squishy towards
me. We're going to meet this afternoon but this time away
from the other members of the family. It would be nice if
she took me where she first took Erica at the beach but
neither of us drive so that's out of the question but we
are both resourceful so I'm sure we'll find somewhere to
go for a little peace and quiet. I think, no I'm sure,
I'm in love but it will take time to prove whether I'm
right or wrong.

You will recall that in naming the story I called it "Am
I a Lesbian" asking myself a question. Now, after only
couple of meetings with Madeline, and prior meetings with
Erica, I have the answer to the question, I'll leave you
to guess the answer but I should think that none of you
are in any doubt.

Postscript:-while I have been thinking mostly about
myself and my new lover, Madeline, I should like to
express my personal thanks to my English friend Michelle
whose persistence with her practical and persuasive e-
mails over a period of a few days led me to experiment in
the first place. It should also not be forgotten that it
was she that told me, after some persuasion, that Erica
wanted to fuck me.

Florence deserves some congratulations in letting
Madeline realise that she had talents that older ladies
liked. If you recollect, Florence sat on the side of
Madeline's bed during one particularly severe storm and
it was Madeline's tender care of the terrified Florence
that soothed her shattered nerves. This led to a little
more than just consoling Florence, it led to Madeline's
first lesbian experience.

Finally to Madeline herself who in the first place
convinced the reluctant Erica that lesbianism was right
for her and now my thanks to Madeline for removing any
doubts that I had. Hopefully we will continue in the
current vein for ages to come. But now having expressed
my thanks all around Madeline and I will have to remember
that we also have obligations and those are to make sure
that our two ladies, Erica and Florence, are not
neglected but I'm sure that Madeline will agree with me
that they deserve some loving from us so we will come to
some arrangements about their welfare.

Thank you for reading my story, love to all, Maria