Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:26:17 +1000 (EST) From: madeline morrison Subject: ministers wife part 9 This is Madeleine Morrison with my latest story. It's my newest story in the series the Ministers Wife. It's entitled the Ministers wife part 9. I hope you enjoy it and don't forget I'm always pleased to hear from anyone who's read the story and enjoyed it. My address is mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au This is the day I've been waiting for; Erica is due to arrive in a couple minutes, I didn't go to meet her, I let Florence go instead. I've got myself under control because there are things that I want to discuss with her that require a calm mind and if I'd met her at the terminal I know that I would have been all over her like a rash. I can hear a car pulling into the drive way and shortly she'll come in the door but I'm determined that I'll remain where I am. The car door shuts and I hear footsteps across the yard, the door opens and she enters. Oh dear, how can I resist this woman? She looks absolutely fabulous but of course my feelings about her are what really determines how I see her. She's walking straight to me and without bothering about the fact that Florence is there she takes my hands and puts one on her bottom, the other on her left breast and opens her mouth for me to kiss her. Whilst I'm kissing her she's trying to unfasten her blouse so she can, apparently, put my hand inside to feel her. However, I take my hands down from her breast and away from her bottom and make her sit down telling her that we have things to talk about. I can see that she's not too pleased with the reception but I'm firm with her saying "don't you think it's foolish that I, a seventeen year old girl, should have so much domination over you, a thirty five year old woman?" She's clearly distressed by my question and goes to answer but seems to get her tongue tied in her mouth. Eventually she replies "I love you Madeline so the fact that you dominate me has never been a problem to me, I expect you to take the lead in our lives and I'm totally committed to making you happy". I'm bemused by her answer, admitting that she loves me but she moves across to my seat and taking my hand again she puts it inside her blouse and pulls my head down to kiss her. This is all happening immediately Florence had left the room whereupon Erica is trying to unfasten her bra. When she achieves her aims and bares her breasts for me one hand is pulling mine to her breast whilst her other hand is mauling her other breast. I pull Erica to her feet and taking her hand I lead her to the stairs pushing her in front of me and of course the woman, trying to make sure I'm "suitably primed" for her, is waggling her backside just enough to take my breath away. Reaching the top of the stairs she turns to my bedroom and then changes her mind and leads her way into Florence's bedroom instead. Florence had a very nice wide bed and Erica takes me over to it and sits down whilst at the same time reaching forward to put her hands around my back. I can feel her hands unfastening my skirt and shortly it drops to the floor leaving me stood there in my panties. All of my resolve about having a serious discussion has disappeared as she pulls me toward her and kisses me directly on the pussy. Sitting back and smiling at me she asks, "What was it you wanted to say to me"? How could I think of what to say when her hot lips are on my pussy? But again I tear myself away. I say don't you feel embarrassed to think I take the lead in our love making rather than you? But she only answers "ever since we've know each other, over a year now, I've accepted that you are the more dominant partner in our relationship and I'm very happy about it". "You are my lover and whatever it is you want from me you can have". My serious, very serious intention to make her see sense and at least accept an equal partnership is fading away and just looking at her I'm weakening. I want her and I want her now. I know she can see me weakening and my eyes keep straying to her breasts so she's making sure that I can see them quite clearly. This woman has learned something during the few months we've been apart and she's putting all her newfound expertise to full use. She's taking her breasts in her hands and whilst staring down at them she still finds time to give me a little smile from under her lowered eyelids as she asks me "if I find them appealing"? Oh yes, they're magnificent, not big but just the kind of size that I like and they're surmounted by the prettiest nipples I've ever seen or had in my mouth. Without realising it I've got up from the chair I've been occupying for the last few minutes and I'm walking across to her. Seeing that she's had a satisfactory result with me she puts her hands back on the bed behind her, leans back and thrusts out her breasts. It makes me catch my breath and it's probably my stares that are making those nipples grow even bigger. As I reach her she pulls me down straight to her breasts and I'm sucking them while she's telling me that she wants to please me more than anything I can imagine. I'm lost with her nipple inside my mouth and my hand is searching for her other breast. I find it and my palm moves across it stroking this nipple to erection too. Meanwhile she's whispering in my ear about she's mine and I can do what ever I want, without question. Her finger has been wetted in her mouth and now it's finding its way inside my ear and I can hear myself moaning as it wanders about as deep inside as it can get. I know I'm absolutely enthralled by her presence with me here and I'm working very hard to make her have "fun" too. She's saying "that's nice sweetheart" as my mouth wanders around her breast leaving little traces of my spittle all over it. Now my teeth are teasing her nipple with little tiny bites but as I come up for air she's pushing me down toward her pussy. I'm taking the opportunity to kiss her in between her breasts as I make my way down placing little kisses where her breasts meets her rib cage. I reach her pussy and her hand is in my hair pulling it and tugging it but without venom, more a tease than anything else but as my lips at last meet her pussy she lets out the most wonderful sigh. Goodness, she is so wet, she must have controlled herself magnificently whilst I was taking care of her breasts because the amount of fluid around her pussy indicates to me that although she hasn't yet "cum" it won't take much to finish her off. I don't waste any time, her panties are out of the way. She always wears the prettiest of panties. These are a lovely white pair with a lace panel in the front, lace around the little legs and with just enough room to get my fingers inside. I plunge my tongue straight into her pussy and stiffening it like a male penis I drive it in again and again and again. Her body is tensing as I like it to do, always know when this woman is about ready to "cum" and as she lets go of her control "cum" shoots in my face liberally covering me in it. Now the real sensuous Erica comes out as she shouts out to me "oh fuck baby, give it to me harder". What a slut, begging for it like that as I slip my hand in her pussy and drive it deep, then almost out and then in deep and almost out and then in deep and leave it in there just moving it around gathering all the wonderful juice she's manufactured deep inside her love juice factory. She convulses for several minutes but as her breathing starts to slow, her hips don't rise quite as high as they did several minutes ago and now I can get a nice grip on her slippery body. Oh wow, I'm exhausted and I was only the "operator" as you might say whilst she was the engine compartment. Eventually she's pulling me closer to her so she can kiss me and as she did she said, "That's something I didn't intend to happen today, I intended to eat your pussy instead". Perhaps that will happen later. There was a slight noise from the direction of the door and when I looked around there was Florence leaning on the doorpost with one hand inside her dress and the other stroking her pussy. Erica must have heard her at the same time I did and so Florence had the pleasant task of entertaining both of us as she had an orgasm too. Feeling rather dishevelled I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom myself. Florence was still in there throwing cold water on her face and trying to compose herself. Not wishing to disturb her I left and went to the kitchen sink to cool my face down before I put the kettle on to make tea. As I filled the kettle Erica walked through the door still dressed in her stockings only, not a problem there as I'm dressed in much the same way too. Soon we're sat at the table drinking the hot sweet tea and I'm guiding Erica back to the conversation we were having a few minutes ago about perhaps creating a better balance in our love making. Clearing her throat she asked me if I'd like her to have her breasts enhanced. I can't imagine anything further from my mind so whatever had gone before it's now apparent that I have to lay down the law. "If you do that I'll never speak to you again" I said knowing full well that it was a lie. If she wants to have her breasts enhanced then it's her choice not mine but all I didn't want was for any surgeon to destroy those lovely little tits and those beautiful nipples, they were my joy. I stood and went round the other side of the table and pulling her to her feet I gave her a very "lush" kiss, as nice a kiss as I've ever given her whilst at the same time pressing my finger tips against her pussy. It certainly took her mind off other things and soon she was riding my fingers as they slipped inside her very wet pussy under their own steam. I'm bringing her off on the table with the tea cups and saucers rattling as I go down on her giving her my full attention and the most rapid tongue lashing I've ever given her. She's wrapped her legs around my head and she's damned nearly strangling me as my tongue enters and pulls almost out of her pussy and then leaps back to her clit. For a lady Erica is a terrible slut and the language as she orgasms is terrible but I'm used to it and in fact the awfulness of her language is probably the very best gauge of the strength of her orgasm. She's throwing her head back banging it on the table but she doesn't seem to notice. Finally, her body stops convulsing and she's pulling me to her to kiss me. I often claim that the previous last fuck was the very best one I've ever given her but she's claiming this one is the very best of all. Both of us are going to have to rest ready to go out this evening. She knows where I'm going to take her and how she'll be dressed and whilst she's pretending embarrassment I know that secretly she's thrilled to think that she's going out showing most of her breasts and her skirt will be tight and short. Perhaps even more, it will be revealing, she often brings something I've not seen before, so that as she moves other women will get little glimpses of her panties. We've filled in the last couple of hours reading and chatting and now it's time to get dressed but I'm having second thoughts about taking her where other lesbian women can stare at her. Other women looking at her is not a problem but I don't fancy sharing her physical attributes with other lesbian women. The chances are if we go to the club other women will want to dance with her and the sight of other "hot" women dancing close to her will be just too much to bear. So, I'm going to suggest we just go to dinner and if other women look at her, presuming that there may be other lesbian women dining there, they certainly won't be getting too close to her. I made the proposition to her a few minutes ago that I thought a nice dinner and back here early would be preferable to the club. She's quite amenable to the dinner suggestion and knowing that both of us like Chinese food we've decided on a nice place in the next town for dinner. I've chosen that one because it's unlikely that anyone that knows us can put two and two together whereas if we're seen in our home town, and I know it's possible, people could jump to conclusions. If we're in that kind of a public place we'll have to dress more conservatively. Being among large numbers of people, will dictate our behaviour. If we get the kind of seating arrangements I'd like, one of those nice semi private booths, we may be able to be a little more familiar with each other than if we are on public view. I ring first to make sure we can get a seat and then if we can get one of their booths, a little sweet talking generally gets you places and the promise of nice treatment for the waiter or waitress ensures our places. Now that we're dressed Erica borrows Florence's car and we leave promising not to be too late not that it really matters, we're both adults. It's only about forty-five minutes to the restaurant and soon we're seated in our booth. As promised it's quite private and the area is not too well lit. There was only a little activity on the way here because she's in a strange car. I don't want to distract her too much so I restricted myself to looking down her blouse. It's not too tight so there's a little view down the front, can't see the nipple but the swell of the breast that I can see is very exciting indeed. Being led to the booth that's been allocated to us I can see Erica's bottom swaying from side to side and I'm looking forward to having her in the booth with just the low lights to illuminate it and us. The waitress is not Chinese but a European, very pretty with blonde hair but as we sit and Erica's skirt slides up her thighs my mind moves back to where it should properly be, on my lover and not on the waitress. In the absence of the waitress I take the opportunity to have a stolen kiss and a feel of her breast, oh, it feels so good. I didn't realise the waitress is stood there asking us if we wanted drinks, I was far too interested in having Erica's breast in my hand and her lips on mine and it's only when the waitress clears her throat that we know she's waiting for us. I feel so sorry for Erica, she's not really used to being caught in the act of being felt up and kissed in public. I'm not at all bothered, if I want to kiss her I will and I don't really care who's there. As neither of us consumed alcohol I ask for soft drinks with lots of ice and the little hussy of a waitress lets me know what she saw by touching her breast and smiling at me. I've never been slow at taking a sexual hint so I gave her one of my very nicest smiles back unfortunately Erica saw me and there was the hint of anger on her face. That wasn't a good start to the evening was it? I can be such a silly damn woman at times doing things like that. I'd better do something quick to take the edge off her anger so I take her in my arms and damned near pull her across the table top in my anxiety. She's surprised, frankly I'm surprised too, at my impetuosity, good job nobody was watching they'd have thought I was going to strangle her or something. I'm saved when the waitress arrives with our first course; we're having "dim sims" as a starter. I know that `dim sims" often have different names such as "dim sums" but "dim sims" is the name that I'm familiar with. We're having them as part of a "yum cha", that's a style where the waitress comes round with a cart with little steamer baskets on it and you select small portions of food from her. Our first pick of "dim sims" comes with a dipping sauce and as I take one from the basket and dip it in the sauce and go to feed it to Erica I drop some of the sauce down her neckline, as I'm trying to wipe it away the waitress returns to see if we're ready for the next serve. Of course, she sees me with my hand down Erica's top and I get the naughtiest big wink as if she's saying I know what she's going to get before the evening is over but indicating that there's sauce still on Erica's lips she does the most sensuous licking the lips clean motion. More or less the evening progresses in much the same fashion with us feeding each other and sometimes, deliberately I think, dropping food down the other one's blouse. We've now had five or six courses, each just a small course, and we're approaching the stage where if we were men we'd be unfastening our belts. So we're planning on leaving soon, just a cup of coffee before we leave. The coffee is very strong and whilst I don't often have cream with it we're both ladling heaps of cream on the top. Again she's got it all over her lips so it's obligatory that I lick it off and enjoy the taste of both her lips and the cream. At the same time but I've forgotten where we are and my tongue is in her mouth massaging hers and at the same time my hand has cupped her breast and I'm breathing very heavily, desire is heavily upon me. Erica's hand is holding mine to her breast and we're both becoming far too aroused for a public place. The waitress pokes her nose inside the booth and seeing the state of arousal we're in she makes a little sound to let us know she's there so we can settle up with her and leave. Signing the docket Erica and I leave but not before Erica leaves her a generous tip and the waitress gives Erica a card in exchange. When we get to the foyer ready to leave Erica reads the card, which bears the girl's name and the name of a photographic studio in town. It's one of those studios where you can get made up by a professional artist and then have a "glamour shoot". On the back of the card the girl, Lauren, had written ring me in the morning as early as you can and we can do a shoot, free of charge, for a couple of hours, a lovely thought but first we, that's Erica and I, had this evening to think about. Rather than drive straight home we went to the beach area just to watch and enjoy the sound of the waves breaking on the beach. We got out of the car, having taken our shoes and stockings off, and went down to where the waves were breaking on the shore. We strolled along hand in hand just where the waves were wetting our feet but I don't suppose we strolled more than a few yards before se stopped to kiss. Of course we had to get trapped by one of those waves that didn't break where it was supposed to do. Both of us got the bottom of our dresses wet but it didn't deter us, we walked for about half an hour chatting about the evening until Erica brought up the photographer, Lauren, and wondered what she'd do. I've never had one of these sessions before but I think I know what happens. You get made over supposedly, to make you look glamorous, so you have an extra nice photo to give either to a lover or a spouse. I didn't have any problem with the idea and neither did Erica so depending on what time we got up we could make it inside half an hour. Seeing that the idea is for the photographer's staff to dress us up we'd only take a shower first, no make up. After enjoying the little walk we're going home, it's not late so perhaps Florence is still awake but that won't worry us, we can sleep in my little single bed. If she's still awake I may just ask her to let us use her bedroom for the night. Erica drove into the driveway as quietly as possible but there was still a light on in the sitting room. When we entered we were greeted by the sight of Florence with her skirt pulled up and her hand on her pussy but she was sound asleep and the video that she'd been watching had probably played all the way through for a couple of times. We sneaked up the stairs without waking her and I pushed Erica into Florence's bedroom and onto the bed. Where the skirt of her dress had got wet it was clinging quite nicely to her very round bottom but it didn't take much of an effort to take it off. She stood quite still for me whilst I removed the dress, the bra, the panties, the neck chain, the chain from around her waist and finally her stockings. Now, I wanted her but first she held out her hand so I could remove her rings. We'd decided, or perhaps she'd decided, that being totally naked for me is a sign of her complete submission. Remember what I'd said to her before, that I thought we should be a partnership not me being the dominant partner, well I took her hands and put them on my dress buttons. She's going through exactly the same procedure as I'd gone through with her until I'm as naked as she is. Her beautiful lips are just begging to be kissed and I'm the girl to kiss them. I lowered her to the bed and following her I lay beside her holding her to me so that our breasts were touching. Pulling away from her a little I look at her tits to see if her nipples were erect. Oh yes they are, and she's lying in a position sort of in the shape of a cross, her arms were spread as wide as possible and her legs were open as far as they would. I've seen her exposed like this before and it's her way of saying to me that she's mine and she expects me to do whatever it is I want. How can I refuse when I see such a lovely sight especially when she has this inviting smile on her face? Lowering my face to hers and with my lips held loose and wet I kiss her taking great care to bring as much pleasure to her as I possibly can. She responds by murmuring to me as we kiss "oh darling, you are so hot". That's sufficient inspiration for me, the kisses continue with her arms wrapping around me holding me tight. My tongue enters her mouth but not at my insistence, I don't remember pushing it inside her, I think she's opened her mouth and sucked me in, it appears that whether I want sex or not she's going to have me. I won't refuse, I've been hot all evening especially when the waitress entered the booth and saw me reaching down the front of Erica's dress to wipe off some spilled sauce. She's guiding me to where she wants me and her hands are holding me and moving my lips to her nose, to her ears, to her throat and to her shoulder blades and finally to her underarm right against the side of her breast. In that position she always exhales suggesting that it makes her relax but I know different, it makes her want me to chew on her nipples. After several minutes I still haven't got below her waist and she seems in no hurry to guide me there. Her hands are being rather insistent and I'm guided back to her breasts and drawn back to her nipples, they're not hard to want of course, they're stood so proudly waiting for me to suck them and when I do she's telling me that I'm so good. Praise is what most of us want in life and her praise when I'm making love to her is exactly the kind of praise I want. She's been guiding me to where she wants me for about the last fifteen minutes, not aggressively but just firmly so now after spending some time kissing my way down her stomach I'm guided back to her face for more kissing. Among the things she's wanted me to do are kissing her nose, her ears, her throat, her eye lids, that spot where her shoulder blade meets her throat. I'm so horny and ready to push my luck but the way she's guiding me doesn't make me want to be disobedient but her latest move is pushing me down, down, down and that can only mean one place, her pussy. There's a distinct aroma of `cum" emanating from it but rather than being one of those nasty smells that we try to avoid it's one of those smells or aromas that's drawing me to her. "Gently" she's saying when I want to eat her pussy like I've been on a starvation diet for the last year and I'm almost defying her and attacking her pussy and clit with lots of vigour. However, as she's obviously not intending to deprive me of anything I'm following her instructions to the letter. I'm obviously being successful because her bottom is starting to roll across the bed and I'm having trouble keeping her clit in my mouth. Her guidance from place to place is so successful that every little kiss I give her, every little nibble I give her, every little touch I give her draw some kind of a moan from her. Finally, after what seems like ages she yells out fuck me Madeline, fuck me as hard as you can. My fingers are plunged deep into her pussy whilst my lips are clinging to her clit like a limpet but it's difficult to hold on she's rolling around so much. Eventually, she pulls me to her so hard that my nose is in her pussy and every time I breath I'm drawing her pussy juice inside my nasal passages and then finally she "cums". Making a woman cum like this is a wonderful feeling but to do it to your lover is a super prize. As she continues to orgasm with me holding on like a horse rider, so as not to loose her clit, I'm also having trouble trying to consume all her "cum". I'm trying my best but I'm not being successful as lots of it escapes my mouth and ends up on the sheets. I'm exhausted after all my effort but she's praising me for giving her what to her seems like the supreme effort. I think we're both exhausted, I certainly am, imagine if you will pumping out what seems like gallons or at least litres of feminine juices during the course of this sexual encounter. As I roll away from her I notice the time, my god, we've been at it for hours, no wonder I'm tired. A full nights sleep with her in my arms and me dreaming about living with her on a full time basis makes sure that when I wake I'm ready for sex again but she's not in the bed. When I go down stairs she's chatting with Florence and while she's dressed in a dressing gown of mine Florence is practically naked. The bitch, she's trying to seduce Erica, her tits are showing and I have to admit that they do look lovely so I walk behind her and pull her gown close together at the throat giving her a very nasty look when my back is to Erica. "Don't you think it is time to get dressed Florence I ask?" but she doesn't appear to be in any hurry. Erica doesn't appear to have noticed anything and just continues chatting away to Florence. By this time I'm just about ready to blow my top, Florence is trying to seduce her and Erica's acting all innocent. I'm going for a shower I announce to anybody that's interested in listening and flounce off up the stairs in a "huff". When I get the water flowing at the rate and temperature I want I start to soap my body starting at my breasts, which is where, for some unknown reason, I always start. As I'm spreading the soap around with my eyes closed and listening to the little transistor radio on the shelf the door of the shower opens and Erica steps in asking me "who's a jealous little bitch then?" I'm both angry and embarrassed at my behaviour but if you know how I love her I'm sure you'll understand. Fortunately the shower has sufficient room for two of us to stand in there and I reach out, grab her arm and pull her, quite forcibly, into the shower. I don't waste any time in taking her and kissing her putting my right hand between her legs and sliding my soapy fingers in her I commence to fuck her with my fingers. Her sigh as I enter her pussy is wonderful and she says that she's so lucky to have met me. She could always have met some "dyke" so aggressive that she'd probably have given up lesbianism by now. But, lucky me, she hadn't met a dyke she'd met me who at the time was a sixteen year old with practically no lesbian experience but who had successfully seduced this women so well that it had been her that had pursued me.