Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 13:13:18 +1100 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: holley to liz

It's a story that tells of my deceptiveness when I had
sex with Maria's girl friend. It had been some time in
coming but I think that both Liz and I knew it would
happen eventually.

I hope you enjoy reading it and should you wish to e-mail
me my address it erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au

In the period since I last saw Holley I've continued to
receive lots of e-mail messages and the occasional `phone
call. This weekend has been no exception however she's
been most insistent that I find some way to meet up with
her again and by way of inspiration she used all those
nasty words that I used to dislike so much. Words like
cunt, pussy and fuck for example used to distress me no
end but more recently she took to calling me a "whore" a
word that really upset me. The word "whore" however has
ceased to have its horrific effect on me and when she
used it whilst she was fucking me I got even more
excited. After our last meeting at my home, where she
stayed with me for four days, I was happy to see her
leave. That was not because of dissatisfaction with her
it was only so I could get some rest, she'd played with
me and toyed with me the whole time she'd been there. I'd
been fucked so often that my lips, my breasts and
nipples, my pussy lips were all so sore with her
continual attention that I needed time to recover.

But such is the way of we humans that almost immediately
she'd left I wanted her back again. Since then I've
masturbated continually (for those of you in North
America I believe the term is "jilling") and now, rather
than be sore from her attentions it's been my own
attention that's making me sore. Every time the `phone
has rung since she left I've run to answer it hoping it
would be her but mostly I've been disappointed, more
often than not it's been one of those damned nuisances
from India or some other country trying to interest you
in some damned telephone scheme or another. If you've run
from one end of the house to the other you feel as though
you could cheerfully strangle them especially when you're
hoping for a really important call.

Really important calls! Oh how I'd love one from Holley
right now, just to hear her voice and to hear her
whispering all those disgusting names, especially whore,
in my ear as she fucks me is one of those things that
I've spent my days dreaming about since we last met. But
this morning has been a wonderful morning for e-mail
messages. First I had one from Madeline my first girl
friend and then one from Holley whom you already know
about and then one from Gerry, Holley's mother. I was
still on cloud nine from reading them and answering them
too. All of the females had been so sensuous in their
messages particularly Madeline whom I hadn't seen for
ages. But all of them had been exciting and I was still
riding a peak of practically being orgasmic from the
messages and my messages in reply to them. They must have
been aware, that's each of them separately, that I'd been
excited by their messages to me and I needed to take care
of myself but who or which one should I think about as I
masturbated.

I'd been staring out of the window imagining myself in a
state of undress being seduced by one of them so I wasn't
really paying attention to the world around me. It came
as a shock when there was a gentle knock at the door
followed by the door swinging open. Another shock
followed as I saw whom it was stood in the doorway, it
was Liz, Maria's girlfriend. "What the hell are you doing
here"? I asked her but she just came over and put her
arms around me and naturally I responded by putting my
arms around her. She said, "Maria and I have had the most
awful row about something or another this morning and
she's gone off to her little job leaving me in tears".
"What on earth could you girls row about that would leave
you in this state"?

She said Maria had accused her of imagining she was
fucking ME last night when they were in bed, (just a
little insertion here to say "if only it was true".),
Maria really hitting the roof after that accusation.
She'd stormed off to sleep on the lounge and left Liz
there in bed on her own. When she'd got up Maria had
already dressed ready for her job and despite Liz begging
her to calm down she gone out the door in a "huff"
slamming it behind her. Liz had gone off to work at
school but having a free period or two during the day
rather than sit around worrying about it she'd decided to
come and see me. The older girls that she would have
normally been teaching had all left following the end of
their exams hence the free time.

All this time of course I was still holding her and
frankly this was discomforting me. We'd recently had a
sexual escapade in which she teased me and then smilingly
watched me masturbate before leaving for home. This
knowledge wasn't helping me one bit, on the one hand I
wanted to comfort my daughter's girl friend but on the
other hand I was remembering what had happened so
recently. She was still sobbing although she appeared to
have calmed down a bit and whilst she was still in my
arms, frankly I wanted her to stay there. The feel of her
breasts against mine together with the sensuous messages
I'd not long since read were making me quite horny again.
Each time she sobbed her breasts moved against mine and
even though it was torture I didn't want it to stop, it
was playing havoc with my emotions.

I think I'm a fairly compassionate woman and if I'd been
holding one of my own kids I would have been kissing them
on the head and unfortunately during this time I now
found myself kissing Liz's head. It only needed her to
move her head one little bit and instead of my kiss
landing in her hair it would land on her face, perhaps
her ear or god forbid even on her lips.

Did I want that? I have to accept that I'm a "lusty"
woman, I love lesbian sex and the longer I held on to Liz
the more apparent it became that I couldn't really trust
myself. Her closeness was affecting my breasts and
nipples so that my already large nipples were being
extended with my rising passion and there was a firmness
about my breasts that hadn't been there before. I'd
turned my head hoping that Liz would move hers so when
she did our lips brushed each other's. The feeling to me
was electrifying and hearing the catch in her breathing I
knew it was for her too. Remember she'd been the
aggressor in our previous meeting and knowing what kind
of a woman I am it would be up to her to commence any
sexual proceedings.

Breathing deeply to lift her breasts she responded to me
by taking my head between her hands and drawing me to her
she'd kissed me with her silky tongue. It had not
penetrated my mouth; it had just run along my lips. That
had been enough to stir me although I knew I shouldn't
let go of my feelings, I should remember that Liz is my
daughter's girlfriend but unfortunately remembering our
last time I let myself go again, bitch that I am. "Oh
Liz" I said," don't do this if you don't mean it,
remember the last time when you left me to masturbate in
front of you? If you don't mean it I'll never speak to
you again". But she took me into the lounge room and sat
me down on the settee sitting next to me and holding my
hand. `You know I don't want to cheat on Maria don't
you?" she'd asked but before I could answer she'd
continued to tell me that "she'd wanted me since the very
first time we'd met". I was sobbing now, knowing that she
wanted me just as much as I wanted her but my daughter
Maria was the problem. Holding my hand so tight she said
"when we first met I'd come out of my bedroom after
undressing so I could see her almost naked body".

"Did you like it?" she'd asked and of course the reply
had been "oh yes, the sight of your naked breasts was
almost too much for me to cope with". Would you like to
see them again she asked as she started to unfasten her
blouse and what could I do? I just sat there staring at
her now partially naked breasts.

"Why don't you fuck me and get what you've wanted all
these months"? "We won't tell Maria and what she doesn't
know won't hurt her".

Liz continued to undress and all the time I was sat
staring transfixed at the sight of each part of her body
that came into my view. First it was her breasts
partially naked as she removed her blouse altogether then
totally naked with her delicious nipples pointing at me
after she'd dropped her bra to the floor and been kicked
away so carelessly. Then her skirt, she had to wriggle to
get it over her hips which made me think the school
business had been an excuse to dress like a slut or else
she'd deliberately come over here with the sole intention
of fucking me. Which ever it was I was not about to
complain, she looked absolutely lovely but she was still
wearing her panties and as I reached forward to hook my
fingers in the waistband she gave me a little slap. I
knew it wasn't a serious slap from the smile on her face
but as I took my hands away she grasped them in her hands
and guided them to the band again hooking my fingers
carefully in the waist so that I could, with her help,
draw them down to her ankles. With a flourish she kicked
them clear and wherever they landed I had no idea, fuck
it we'll find them later.

I leaned forward with the intention of placing one of my
kisses against her pussy but that was also stopped. Her
finger, just one, went into her pussy and after a couple
of seconds wiggling it about in there she eased it slowly
out and put it in her mouth. During all off this episode
I'd sat there dumbfounded with my mouth wide open; not
intentionally but she, apparently, found it highly
amusing. She gave me a delicious grin and put her finger
back in her pussy again. I thought she'd have given it to
me to suck but no, the teasing bitch was having her fun
at my expense. This time however, she did give it to me
but only briefly before she commanded me to stand with my
legs wide apart and with my hands on my hips. Reaching
behind her she picked up her handbag and took out a
little tiny digital camera and took a quick snap of me in
this imposing position. I'm not quite sure whether I
should call it imposing or aggressive. It reminded me of
some tough girl in an American movie just waiting to drop
the `baddie' to the floor.

`Open the blouse whore" she said almost under her breath
now knowing that using that word would turn me on and
when I was a little slow in doing it she said "do it
quicker whore". I moved a little quicker for her the next
time but I was still branded a whore as I dropped my
blouse and bra to her orders. It must have been apparent
to her that I was so sexually aroused that if she'd
fallen against my breasts my nipples would have pierced
her chest; they were so hard. She made me return to my
pose again with my hands on my hips and chest thrust out
so she could photograph me in that pose and frankly I was
beginning to feel somewhat aggressive. More photos and
she let me move this time to lower my panties but I was
stopped when they were part way down and she took several
shots of me from a number of different angles, the last
one being directly at my wet pussy. Oh, one more she said
turning me round and making me lean against the back of
the settee, it must have showed my bottom of quite nicely
because she took several of me posing there.

All that had been terribly exciting of course but I was
no nearer to getting fucked was I? She showed me the
pictures in the back of the camera and I know it sounds
as though I have a big head but they really were exciting
photos. But, with that she'd thrown the camera on the
settee and grasped me by the upper arms and dragged me to
her. The kiss that followed was a bit harsh, much harsher
than I liked but rather than complain I moved my lips a
little hoping it would soften her kiss. It had the
required result and the following kisses, and there were
lots of them, took on a more tender feel to them. As we
kissed her hands which normally would have gone to my
breasts, or that's what most women have done, slithered
down my back to my bottom. She lifted my skirt and when
my bottom was exposed she moved her hands slowly and
gently across my buttocks. Oh, so sensuous, I had her
hands on my bottom and her tongue deep in my mouth and I
can't be sure but it seemed as though I said directly
into her mouth "hurry and fuck me Liz". She said "I've
waited quite a while for this Erica so I'm not about to
hurry and her tongue and hands continued to massage those
parts of my body they were in contact with.

Eventually though she did reach my breasts; or at least
one of them; and lowering her head she sucked it inside
her mouth. The feeling as my nipple slid into her very
wet mouth was quite sensational; it was almost as though
my nipple had been well lubricated before she sucked on
it. I knew I was now in her hands to do as she wished but
so far she'd been slow, very slow, in everything she'd
done and I desperately wanted her to get on with it. One
of her hands had now reached even further round my bottom
and her finger was cruising over and around my anus, pity
she didn't insert it. But, I didn't have to wait too long
although she must have been quite uncomfortable with one
hand near my anus and her other hand holding one of my
tits while she tormented the nipple with her mouth and
tongue. I could feel my crotch pulling away from her
quite involuntarily, as my anus took over and tried to
inflict itself on her finger. Moving me back towards her
under the influence of her finger as she jabbed it inside
me quite sharply made me move pussy back against her.

I couldn't wait any longer and I found myself begging her
to fuck me. Rather than hurry to do my bidding she slowly
moved her finger from my anus and touched me on my pussy.
I've got to tell you that in my super aroused state it as
like having a needle stuck in me the sensations were so
sharp. I'm a resourceful woman so without any prior
warning I thrust my pussy forward with a powerful thrust
and almost against her will she was deep inside me. I
threw my head back probably in passion but later it was
almost as though it was in triumph because it was
something she apparently hadn't wanted to do at that
time. Now, I was riding her single finger as though I was
riding a racehorse around the track as my speed
increased. Her response had been to throw her head back,
not as hard as I'd done, but it gave her the opportunity
to see the expression on my face. Afterwards she
described the look as being as though I had a red-hot
poker up my arse, she couldn't tell whether it was joy or
pain but as she said it appeared as though I was
determined to ride myself to victory.

Before I could ride myself to victory though she withdrew
her finger and made me stand on the settee with my bottom
on the back and then my feet clear of the seat cushions.
I thought I'd make the settee overbalance but she kneeled
on it and then spread my legs wide. As though she was an
art connoisseur she sat back on her heels and examined my
pussy in detail tracing her finger here as though to
examine a fault and then tracing her finger there for the
same purpose. Couldn't the bitch see I was almost in pain
waiting for what I thought of as the inevitable but
whilst I was pondering the situation she was making
movements with her mouth and jaw. Soon, I was to find out
why as when she leaned forward to put her lips on my
pussy she stroked one stroke and my pussy was ringing
wet. She'd gathered together every drop of her saliva in
her mouth and transplanted it to my pussy.

As she continued to stroke me with her tongue the sounds
reminded me of the noises my kids make with their ice
confections as they run their tongues over them, frankly
the noise is disgusting. That's disgusting when the kids
do it but not of course when Liz makes it as she licks my
pussy. Is this what heaven's like? There were sensations
running up and down my spine, which although I'd felt
them before, because of the illegality of our meeting, I
felt even more strongly. Imagine if you will her tongue
running slowly back and forward across and up and down
and circling my pussy and you'll realise I'm with an
expert.

The torment seemed to continue for hours but of course it
wasn't that long before she told me to open my pussy for
her and in my state of complete subordination I did. Why
couldn't she have done it herself? Well, I guess it was
just to show me how much under her control I was. As I
opened myself her tongue slid in and snaked about
touching me here and there and back to here again before
her fingers joined her tongue in teasing the hell out of
me. Shortly my legs started to tremble and I made to
slide down the back of the settee only to find her
fingers rammed even more firmly into my pussy. I
straightened my legs again and heard her murmur something
that may have been `do as you're fucking well told Erica"
but I couldn't be sure. Orgasm was close and the
trembling in my legs intensified to the extent that she
had to hold me by my bottom to stop me from shaking off
the damned settee.

Did I fill her mouth? I can only say that during the
course of her cleaning me up around my pussy she coughed
a couple of times and made sounds as though she'd eaten
almost as much as she could and was on the verge of
choking. Somehow or another she managed to form her
delicious tongue into some kind of a hook shape so she
wasn't just licking the `cum' from me with the hook shape
she was practically dragging the remnants from off my
pussy walls.

Eventually she let me collapse on the settee, my bottom
sliding down the back until I landed on the cushions
whereupon she started on another kissing session on me. I
was totally satisfied with that single orgasm; I'm
generally not one for multiple orgasms. I certainly
wasn't going to miss out on the kissing and I joined with
her with gusto but eventually the fire in the kisses
started to dwindle and when we moved apart she asked me
if I'd enjoyed myself? What could I say? Could I say `you
are my daughters lover and now you're mine but I said to
her "I hadn't even thought about how Maria would feel if
she knew". The funny thing being that she was a
submissive to my daughter but a dominant with me. I
wasn't going to complain though because that's how I like
it to be with me.

We dressed, she let me dress her and easing her breasts
into her bra cups and pulling her panties up to her
bottom practically had me gasping again but she took
control and made me behave. Mind you, it was a different
situation when she helped me to dress, when I was fully
dressed she lifted my skirt, eased my panties out of the
way and gave me the most rapid two finger fuck I've ever
had. With that, when I gave her all of my juices again
she put my panties straight, straightened my skirt, gave
me a little kiss on the cheek and left me stood there in
the middle of the room in a state of bliss. I was
probably still in the same state when the phone rang only
a few minutes later and she said, "well whore, how was
that"? Before I could reply she'd hung up and left me to
get on with whatever it was I had to do but do you think
I could remember what my plans for the day were? Not on
your life.

So I spent the rest of the day, apart from perhaps four
or five very quick phone calls from Liz in a state of a
perpetual daze. The only relief I got was when I checked
my e-mail before I went to pick the kids up from school
and it was a pleasant surprise to find she'd written "Hi
whore, it won't be too long for you to wait until the
next time, I promise".

When I picked the kids up from school they must have
noticed that something was wrong, I wasn't with them so
to speak, I was in a bit of a trance. One thing that was
worrying me was whether Maria would find out about us but
if she'd walked in whilst Liz was fucking me I wouldn't
have stopped her and frankly I couldn't have stopped her.

But, I'm going to have to realise that I can't let every
woman I meet have sex with me, I must look `too easy a
target'. One day I'll have to count up just how many
women have made love to me but there's always room for
one more like Liz isn't there?