Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 10:54:46 +1000 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Florence and I

I have written this story for my own pleasure but,
obviously in posting it with Nifty I also intend it to be
read by those who enjoy reading such stories. It's a
story of lesbian lust and I hope you enjoy it as much as
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The story is entitled Florence and I.

The author is Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au

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comments and criticisms are welcome, I'm always hoping to
improve!!!!!!

You may remember my experience with Madeline and Florence
some weeks ago and whilst I've seen Madeline alone on a
couple of occasions I've been seeing a bit of Florence
too.

Florence is now, of course, well aware that I am
Madeline's lover and she's also aware of the `budding"
situation between Madeline and Victoria. Victoria is the
waitress at the Cosmopolitan Caf‚. I'm not too pleased at
that because I thought Madeline and I were exclusive to
each other but I find that she's been seeing Victoria as
well. I have no idea whether anything has been "going on"
or whether they're still just friends.

I'm so damned disappointed about Madeline and Victoria
but it's not because of this situation that Florence and
I have been seeing each other. Now, I don't want you to
jump to conclusions that Florence and I are lovers
because apart from that Saturday morning a couple of
weeks ago when Madeline first introduced us there's been
nothing going on. It's just morning coffee a couple of
times a week and on a couple of occasions we've had lunch
together.

Don't really know what brought us together on a
friendship basis, perhaps because we've got daughters of
the same age and at least we have something in common
"age wise". She's intelligent and when she's in the mood
she's a sparkling conversationalist. Talks about
anything, not just families and other inconsequential
things, she's got an interest in art and poetry neither
of which have ever particularly interested me. Want a
picture, use a camera, want to tell me something then use
common English words, poetry is too "flowery" for me.

One day whilst at morning tea she tells me that we should
go to an art exhibition in town. It's a travelling
exhibition and it's only here for a few days so we can
expect there to be a fair number of people wanting to go
so we should get tickets soon. I'm not particularly
interested but just for the sake of friendship I promise
to go with her.

Day or so later she rings me to say she's got tickets for
the following Monday, the  afternoon session, didn't know
they operated like a theatre with different sessions. So,
the plan is that we're going to meet for lunch at the
Cosmopolitan Caf‚ and go on straight from there to the
gallery. She's so excited telling me about some artist
that I've never heard of and the magnificent paintings
he's painted on a ceiling somewhere. I've heard of
Michelangelo of course but this fellow could be a local
painter and decorator as far as I know, but I can't spoil
her enthusiasm can I?

During the few weeks we've been seeing each other neither
of us has dressed in any way provocatively but we've
promised each other that we'll make a big show just for
the day. Madeline has promised Florence that she'll help
her pick out something special for her to wear and I'll
do my own choosing thank you, I know my tastes better
than anybody else. Not really anxious for Monday to roll
around and if I could have found a decent excuse I'd
rather have stayed at home.

But, I didn't have an excuse so it's off to the art
gallery we go. When I pick Florence up from home she
comes out of the house dressed to kill, the little black
dress is really the little black dress, it's very short,
almost exposes her bottom. Just as an aside though, it's
very nice to look at and I'm taking my fair share of
looks. Tops of the stockings are almost visible, sounds
as though I'm a bit jealous doesn't it? Well I certainly
am, I'd love to give her bottom a resounding kiss and
cuddle! The top of the dress isn't much better, there's
enough breast on show to keep most men occupied for the
afternoon and then they'd have to report sick with
eyestrain.

After parking the car and walking the few yards to the
gallery we have to stand in line whilst some young
security guard inspects our tickets. Not thrilled about
this waiting about, didn't want come in the first place.
Nevertheless, we're inside now, Florence has me waiting
in line to see some nudes that apparently everybody else
wants to see. As I've said I've never heard of the artist
that's painted them so the thoughts of waiting in a queue
is getting me a bit peeved. She's clinging to my arm
saying isn't this exciting but to me it's like waiting to
see a hanging.

At last we're eventually getting closer and not a lot of
people apparently want to see this painting we're in
front of right now. It's a painting of a man with the
biggest cock I've ever seen, just couldn't be human.
Florence is absolutely thrilled with it and although most
of the crowd have moved away from it she's still gazing
with apparent rapture. Doesn't it make you all "shuddery"
inside Erica?  Not really, it's a picture of a man with a
big cock and of late I've had no interest in cocks, I'm
now a pussy kind of girl. She's stood very close to me
with her arm through mine holding tight, so tight that
her breast is forcing itself out of the top of the dress.
Wow, just love to suck it at the moment!

Are we going to move from here Florence? Just a little
while more please. So I find a bench to sit on whilst she
gazes in complete adoration at the painting. I'm not
wasting any time because I can't take my eyes off her
bottom and my pussy is getting what I sometimes call
"squishy", that's a feeling of gathering moisture, a sure
fire indication that it will only take something quite
ordinary to make me have one of my "little" orgasms.
Eventually, she's satiated with it and she's prepared to
move away. She comes over to the bench where I've sat to
wait and she's still gushing about the way the painter
has painted, frankly, I can't take my eyes off her
breasts and as she leans forward to sit down her breasts
almost fall out of her dress. She's well aware that I
want them. I'm a philistine so I have no interest in the
painting at all, I'd much rather be where I could take
her nipple in my mouth  and really I'd have preferred the
painting to have been of a woman with great breasts and a
lovely arse.

Ah, perhaps we'll see one of those as we walk around.
It's obvious that the men are not going to be allowed to
see female nudes or if they do see one it will be a
fleeting glance at most. Florence has linked her arm
through mine so we're close together and her breast,
either accidentally or deliberately, is pressed against
me. She's as animated as I've ever seen her and she's
continually asking me if I've enjoyed our visit but I'm
more in the mood to tell her that I want to go to the
pub, at least it's cheerful in there.

She's now getting the picture that I'm not particularly
happy about traipsing round art galleries. So, misery
guts she says, are you going to take me for a drink at
the pub. I'd really rather take her somewhere, anywhere,
where I could get her alone but I say you bet you,
anything to get away from here. We're not alone in going
to the pub, there's a fair crowd of people that look as
though they've been to the art gallery. The expression on
most of the men's faces is laughable, their wives are
chattering away twenty to the dozen and their menfolk are
struggling to stay awake. Nevertheless, there's good
crowd and it's difficult to get served, however, a
labourer asks us if we want help in getting served, no
trouble for him, he just pushes people out of the way,
perhaps he thinks that all these "toffs" shouldn't be in
"his" pub but in one of the prissy hotels further up the
street,

He makes his way to the bar with no trouble at all, one
man did sort of look at him as if to say you're rude but
seeing the size of the man he decides it would be smarter
to keep his mouth shut.  What do you want ladies?
Florence has a gin and tonic and I have a lemonade, he
looks quite embarrassed to order a non-alcoholic drink
but he does it with a smile. His glass looks as big as a
swimming pool it's so big. He won't accept a drink from
us, pleasure to help ladies, pity some of these people in
here don't go somewhere else and make a nuisance of
themselves.

The crowd isn't quite so generous with us after he's gone
outside and we're getting pressed from all sides, the one
advantage of this is that Florence's breasts are now
pressed against my chest and I have to tell you that I'm
feeling rather `frisky", they feel so nice against me.
Eventually Florence realises that she's giving me a hard
time with them and apologises for the closeness in the
room but I say don't apologise, it's rather nice. We're
playing with each other, not physically but with words,
and there's no doubt that I'm getting excited and, if my
guess is right, so is Florence. She leans closer to me
and whispers in my ear `I'd like to leave", her hand
brushes my breast and I look at her and it's quite
evident that it's deliberate.

We've not finished our drinks but we leave them on the
nearest table and leave by the nearest door but when
we're in the darkened hallway she takes hold of me and we
share a kiss. Outside there are a few ribald comments
about women and their bodies and we both hear a voice say
I'd like to fuck both of them. Being ladies we blush but
secretly we're both tickled pink to think that we've got
a crowd of apparently tough labourers interested in what
we've got to offer.

Where shall we go? How about that place where Madeline
"took us"? I chuckle and say that's one of the
expressions I use to mean fucking. Florence has an
alternative and that's her place, Madeline is still at
school and won't be home until late but could we have
coffee first, I suppose that's OK, it will help us both
come down from the high that we're both riding.

Hi Victoria! Hi ladies, nice to see you again, didn't
expect to see you again after you'd been in for lunch. Oh
Florence dragged me off to the art gallery to see some
paintings by a fellow who's painted a ceiling somewhere.
As you can tell, it's me that's holding the conversation,
Victoria has noticed Florence's breasts and appears to be
having a hard time looking somewhere else. At least she
has the good grace to blush when she notices that I've
got her under observation. Like them Victoria?  Oh,
sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Now be a good girl and get
the coffee will you!

Everybody in town must have seen your breasts by now
Florence. Are you jealous?  Jealous of what? The fact
that people are ogling your tits or the fact that you're
making an absolute show of yourself. Don't you want other
women to look at me?

No fuck you, I want them in my hands to cuddle and kiss.
Well, you'd better take me home hadn't you. The coffee
was left on the table and I almost forgot to pay, so
anxious was I to get away from here. We took each other's
hand on the way back to the car and because we'd parked
in that part under cover where it was dark we could share
a kiss, to be truthful, not "a" kiss but quite a few.
Fuck, she's hot, her tongue was in my mouth and she's put
my hand on her breasts making sure that I was "hot". She
was generating vast amounts of saliva for us to share and
she made sure that my hand didn't leave her breast by
placing her hand over mine. Like it Erica? Oh fuck, of
course I do!!!!!!

Let's go. I don't think it took more than about ten
minutes to get back to her place, probably broke every
rule in the book just to get there as quick as possible.
To my amazement, it wasn't me that took the lead although
I was expecting to, she took me straight to her bedroom
and without any preamble she pushed me face first against
the wall. What a shock, my face, my breasts and thighs
are flat against the wall and her hand has made its way
up my skirt and her finger is pressed against my anus. Of
course, she's seen my knickers before so it's no secret
how she can get in to my bare anus. Damn this woman, with
barely any lubrication she's shoved her finger in my
bottom and as much as I like it it's a little painful.
The hand that was holding my face against the door has
now shifted and she's nearly torn the buttons of my
blouse, not the nicest one I've got but I didn't expect
this to happen this afternoon or I would have worn
something different. She's pushed me back against the
wardrobe door and she's tugging at my bra in a hurry to
get to my nipples. What the fuck's happening Florence?
She said she was hoping that I'd wear something nice this
afternoon and when I didn't she'd thought maybe I wasn't
interested in her. Of course I am, especially after that
morning with Madeline but as I go to speak she's nibbling
at my nipples, haven't been hurt like this before but it
starts a fire inside my breast. I know I'm moaning and
I'm trying to get her mouth up away from my nipple and
back to my mouth. Her first kiss of the afternoon had
started a raging fire on my tongue which could only be
soothed by the application of spittle from her mouth
applied liberally by her tongue.

It may have been a painting of a naked man with a big
cock that had stirred her passion but I wasn't about to
refuse the offer of sex with her. Take me for as long as
you like my love, I'm just as "hot" as you are. We're
falling back onto the bed with me underneath, a position
that I quite like, she's taken her mouth away from my
mouth and she's back to my nipples. Her tongue is
circling round the nipple just like red Indians round the
wagon train, first this way and then back the other way
feinting and weaving so that I never knew where her lips
would be next, would it be the left or would it be the
right? No matter where she was it was heaven, little tugs
with her teeth, little sucks in my armpit, more tugs and
more pulls until I had no idea where she would strike
next. Eventually, she decided that she'd played around
with me enough and she sucked hard enough to nearly
detach my tit from my chest, it nearly disappeared into
her mouth completely. Oh, that hurt but it's the kind of
hurt where you say "but please don't stop", at the same
time her hand is playing hell with the other breast, her
hand's right around it's base and, because I only have
small breasts, she can totally encompass it, that means
that she's squeezing the hell out of me and dragging my
breast to almost a point. Fuck it hurts, but she's
kissing me better now, and the kisses are softer as is
her manipulation of my breasts. It's allowing me to relax
from the stress of our lovemaking, my breathing has
eased, my pulse has slowed and best of all the pain in my
breasts is fading. Her hands are holding my face whilst
she's raining kisses on me, they're on my eye lids, my
hair, my ears, oh I do like that, my throat and my
shoulders.

I'm sorry about that my darling, but I just had to tease
you. That wasn't teasing, that was outright torture. Will
this help she said as she moved her hand down to my pussy
stroking it so gently with the flat of her palm that I
couldn't complain. Her middle finger, which had separated
itself from the others had almost stopped still on my
pussy so that when it did eventually move I almost
giggled as though I was being tickled but that nonsense
stopped when she pushed it straight into me, because of
my panties it didn't go in very far and I was lifting my
hips trying to get it further in my pussy.

She leaned forward and bit me on the belly, not hard but
enough to remind me that she was in charge here. So far,
there was only one problem and that was that I was still
dressed, without so much as a "by your leave" she dragged
me off the bed and almost tore my dress off. A pity, it
was a very nice dress or I would have begged her to tear
it off and leave me standing there naked, or just with my
white silk knickers on display, as it was it was hanging
from my waist like a rag but of little consequence to
her, she almost leaped at my breasts as they fell out of
my bra under her assault. It appeared that she didn't
know where to attack me next but all that remained off my
clothes, or those that were in her way, was my knickers
which she promptly did her very best to tear them from my
body. Now there was no gentility from her, they, my
breasts, were hers to play with as she wished, more of
the vigour with which she'd attacked them before and I
was lost, completely lost, the pain was severe and I was
begging her to give me some rest, I needed some relief.
The rest came in the form of a renewed attack on my
mouth, her tongue was fucking my mouth and I didn't know
whether the sensation was joy or pain.

Eventually she needed to rest herself and she ceased her
attack on me but she had other plans that wouldn't
require so much energy , she lowered herself down to my
groin and I was anticipating some quiet petting on my
pussy lips but of course I'd hadn't reckoned with the
roughness with which she'd removed my knickers, I'm sure
she removed skin from my hips as she pulled them off. At
sometime during the day I'd leaked a little from my pussy
and as it had dried some of the few remaining hairs on my
pussy had stuck to my panties, ouch, that damned well
hurt as she tore some of the remaining hair free from my
body. The pain was brief but very sharp and tears came to
my eyes, this is probably the roughest sex I've ever had,
but it started to fade when she started talking to pussy
telling it how much she loved it and how she was going to
look after it.

When her mouth approached pussy I thought I was in for
some tongue work on it but, not likely, her lips were
kissing it, so softly, first along one side and then the
other side then back down the other and then the lips
themselves. As nice as this was I needed her to make some
progress toward me feeling her tongue caressing me but as
I asked her not to be such a tease it became clear that I
was here for a long time and she was going to make me pay
my dues in the lesbian club. There was going to be no
hurry on her part and now I think it's clear where
Madeline got her talents from, they were all learned from
her mother, a very skilful teacher.

Whilst I was in this quiet mood thinking about how slow
she was moving, her hand had slipped under my bottom and
the thumb was playing round my anus but I'm "dry" I need
lubrication before she can enter there and even then I'd
prefer it to be finger first. I needn't have worried
though because she took it away from my anus and put it
in her mouth, I hope she can't taste anything although
she hadn't entered me. Well, I said she hadn't entered me
but the thumb, which of course is much thicker than any
of her fingers, and therefore stiffer, was now pushed in
with energy. Wow, it's not in very far but it's thicker
than I've ever had at the start. Generally a woman will
enter you with something easy to take and lubricating you
so starting with something larger came as a shock.

Her mouth was now actively engaged in teasing my pussy
and her lips were leaving a trail of saliva around my
lips. I've never known a woman move her hands over my
body so slowly and she's taken her lips away from my
pussy and they've moved back to my mouth, how lovely
because I can now taste myself on her mouth. Hopefully,
she'll get my pussy and then concentrate on making me
"cum". Relief seems to be approaching for me but there's
a change in circumstances, unbeknown to me the door had
opened and Madeline had entered the bedroom and she came
over to where Florence and I lay on the bed. Her approach
was to lift Florence's skirt and kiss and nibble at her
bottom, oh, didn't that look wonderful. Her eyes,
Madeline's, were closed whilst she was kissing Florence
and her hand was stroking her buttocks. Florence was
moaning as Madeline's lips moved over her bottom and I've
come to the conclusion that it's Madeline that's the
leader in this family.

She rolled Florence on her back and exposed all of my
body that had been under Florence, to her view. As I lay
there she stood away from the side of the bed and told
Florence, note, I didn't say asked, I said told, Florence
to undress her. Florence didn't wait to do her bidding
but got to her feet and started at Madeline's school
uniform to start the task. As she exposed her upper body
it became apparent that she was wearing somebody else's
bra, it was all lace and I know that she didn't have a
lace bra. Like it Erica? You should do, I took it out of
your drawer the last time I was over and both mum and I
have worn it since. We really suit it don't we Florence
and it's been full of `cum" on more than one occasion.
Perhaps we should do it again and make you wear it on the
way home, would you like that?

I really wasn't in any mood to talk about `when I went
home" I was too engrossed in the present and my desperate
need to orgasm. Florence had now just about got down to
Madeline's panties, which again, were definitely not her
own, but who's this time? Florence was too busy kneeling
in front of Madeline to notice that there was little
silent moment whilst Madeline smiled at me and pointed
down to Florence and I believed that they were
Florence's. So Madeline had been to school in everybody's
underwear but her own. She lifted Florence to her feet or
rather she helped Florence to her feet and set about
kissing her in a not very daughterly fashion. My god, I
hope I never let my daughter want to kiss me like that it
was so erotic watching mother and daughter in such a
passionate embrace with Madeline obviously being in
charge.

I was treated to the most erotic scene that I've ever
witnessed as a daughter literally fucked her mother, I
couldn't claim that I'd taken no part in it because even
though I hadn't done anything I was guilty by neglect.
Why I was worried I have no idea because Florence was
obviously where she wanted to be, in her daughter's arms
on her way to a massive orgasm. The relief in her voice
as she "cum" was wonderful to hear. It appeared that my
relief would have to come if I masturbated but even in
the throes of her passion Florence was mindful enough to
reach out to me to prevent me from finishing myself off.

I wasn't happy because I had come so close but as
Madeline moved from Florence they both moved to me. Being
with this girl was such a joy and her expertise with me,
don't know about anybody else although Florence wasn't
complaining, was unbelievable. Whist Florence was very
good I have to say that Madeline is just superb, her
kisses seem to float across my skin like a butterfly and
her hand worked wonders. It should be obvious to you all
by now that during the time at the art gallery, in the
pub, in the car on the way to Florence's place and now,
after an hour of Florence's ministrations and then
watching Madeline working her charms that I'd be ready to
"gush". Madeline didn't waste any time, her direct
approach was fantastic, straight for my pussy with her
tongue, she's so damned cheeky that in between licking me
from top of the `slit" to the bottom she raised her face
and smiled at me as if to say you've had my apprentice
and now you're getting the professional. She lifted her
tongue away from my lips and when I tried to lift myself
to regain contact she pushed me back to the bed and
smiled at me again. The next time I lifted my hips for
her she pushed her hand under neath me and started to
finger my bum. Oh fuck girl, don't tease me so much,
stick you fucking finger in my arse you bitch. Non of
this was heard by either of the women, of course, I'd
muttered under my breath, couldn't say it aloud because
the teasing mood that Madeline was in would probably mean
that she'd stop altogether and leave me to stew in my own
juices.

I couldn't say, but it seemed like hours before she let
me "cum" and when she finished with me, smiling that
fucking bitch smile again, then took my knickers and
wiped the remaining `cum" off my pussy and wiped her face
with them. Oh, so fucking erotic, she's never done that
before but before throwing them down she also wiped
Florence's face too. As a final consolation we were
allowed to lick her bottom and pussy in turn until such
time as she had an orgasm. Don't know how she did it but
she did it all stood there in front of us and never
trembled or shook, something that I couldn't do.

After she'd wiped the cum off all of us with the three
different pairs of knickers and allocate a pair to each
of us to wear she took us to the kitchen and made us all
a nice cup of tea. Whilst we drinking our tea Madeline
gave us a lecture on the dangers of having sex with too
many partners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The remaining clothes she'd brought down from the bedroom
were doled out amongst us and I got her knickers (if the
truth was only known, mine anyway) and Florence's bra and
my own outer cloths. Because neither Florence nor
Madeline had to leave the house, the remaining clothes,
which were not in very good condition, were shared
between them. Madeline was wearing the stained knickers
that I'd arrived in and Florence was wearing her own, she
wasn't too pleased about that. My breasts had been
subjected to so much pushing, shoving and sucking that I
didn't want to wear a bra anyway but I did take home the
one that Florence had worn to the art gallery.

As they took me to the door I was given a resounding send
off in the form of the longest French kiss I'd ever had
from Madeline whilst Florence had been on her knees
sucking Madeline's pussy.

I'm of the opinion that if I don't see either of them for
at least a week then I have a fair chance of recovering
in the near future but one of the last things I remember
Madeline saying to me was how do you do it Erica, you
look like such a lady when you're all dressed up but
underneath you're such a fucking tart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Hope you enjoy my story

Erica