Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2006 17:40:48 +1100 (EST)
From: madeline morrison <mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: the bitch

This is a story of lesbian revenge, there is no brutality
in it but it's about emotional revenge.

The story's title is "THE BITCH" and it was written by
Madeline Morrison.

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your own computer that's fine by me and should you want
to send it on to another friend that's OK too.

One thing you shouldn't do is claim the story as your own
and if you don't like stories about lesbian sex don't
read any further.

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so if you're not of that age, please leave now.

Madeline is always pleased to enter into correspondence
with readers but. Please, if you don't like it, tell me
gently.

Madeline's e-mail address is mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au

Those of you who have read some of the stories about
Erica and I will realise that I'm not the nicest person
in the world, I treated that beautiful woman so badly. I
knew she was in love with me and thought I could play
fast and loose with her but she demonstrated her resolve
by subsequently ignoring me whenever she had the
opportunity. I'd been a bit of a pig with her, kissing
her when she was at my house with Florence and again in
the shopping centre.

Now, I'm about to enter a school many miles away from
where she and my mother, Florence, live. During the time
I'm attending this school I'll be living at my uncles
house and whilst he's been very kind over the few days
I've been here he has a business to run so there's not a
lot of time he can spend with me.

I've been to the school and had a look around and met the
teacher who will be my class teacher for English, she's
very nice, an older woman of perhaps forty. However, I
don't think she'll be a barrel of laughs, far too serious
for that but I'm here to try and make myself smarter so
I've got one of the teachers I deserve or should I say I
need.

I've been down the beach for a swim but around this time
of the year the water is not too safe, there are
"stingers" in the water. I'm not sure, but I understand
that they are quite poisonous so that most people avoid
the ocean at this time of the year. That leaves me with
not a lot to do with my spare time and although I've
found the local pool I much prefer the surf for my
recreation.

So, I'm sat in my little flat at the bottom of the garden
trying to decide what I should do when it crosses my mind
that I could ring Erica. Picking up my mobile phone I
ring her number, which of course, I have stored in
memory.

When she answered I said "hi it's Madeline" only to be
asked in a quite surly voice "what do you want?"

 So I said "I thought we might have a chat, I've got
nothing much to do until school starts and I thought I
could tell you what's happened so far."

Whilst I went to start on my educational adventure story
she just interrupted me and said "why should I want to
know anything about you and your school." The voice was
like ice so I thought it might be a good time to hang up
on her.

However, she said "can you imagine how I felt when I came
over to your house and you kissed me and when I went to
leave you were dressed ready to seduce me and your kiss
left me wanting more, lots more?" "I drove about a couple
of hundred yards down the lane and stopped so I could cry
in private and you must have known you had me aroused so
whilst I was crying I was masturbating thinking of the
times when you'd made love to me in the past few months.
As a matter of fact, when I got home I wondered whether I
should ring Florence, the way she looked at me as I
walked to the car was enough to break my heart. Here was
this woman who had taken care of me when you "ditched" me
for that other slut, Victoria, and you took advantage of
me whilst Florence looked on. I don't know if I can ever
forgive you for that."

I'd interjected by saying "don't tell me that your
breasts aren't crying out for me to kiss them right now
which brought the retort from her "bitch, you know I love
you".

Having got that far I decided to press home my advantage
and told her that "I had taken my knickers off whilst I
spoke to her so she could hear the sloppy sounds coming
from my wet pussy."

 She called me a "rotten bitch" but I knew then that she
was reaching for her pussy, if the phone had been an
"aroma phone" I would have been able to smell her
femininity, I was so confident that she was "hot".

There was a small break in the conversation but to break
the silence I said "it's OK you can play with pussy if
you like."

She'd replied "you are such an arrogant bitch aren't
you"?

But, I knew I had her, I could hear the wet sounds of a
woman punishing herself unmercifully and little gasps as
she was nearing her orgasm so I further encouraged her by
saying "that's it darling, make sure your fingers are in
as far as possible but slow down the way you liked me to
do it for you". It sounded as though she was sobbing as
she did as I'd told her and slowed down to the stage
where her fingers were barely moving. That was exactly
the way I'd teased her whenever we'd been together, and
that had been frequently.

"Can you feel my lips and tongue on your pussy darling?"

"No, but I can imagine them there, I'm so aroused now, my
pussy lips are wide open and my clit is stood up like a
flag pole."

"Start to make some juice for me Erica" I'd said but
apparently she didn't hear me, she was gasping too much,
her ears must have been closed to all outside sounds.

"Oh dear, oh dear" she'd said as she'd "cum" for me "I
wish you were here to suck me clean like you used do".
I'd said "perhaps I'll come back for a few days and look
after you properly like I used to do, would you like
that?"

"What about Florence" she'd asked? I don't think she'd
like it if I cheated on her again".

"We'd have to make sure she didn't find out then wouldn't
we? Perhaps it would be better if you came up here for a
day or two and then we could keep our secret."

"Oh yes."

Having got her in that frame of mind I continued with my
attack and made her commit herself to naming a day when
she'd arrive. So I'd pressed on with my suggestions
naming a motel just a few miles away that looked fairly
quiet and away from the hustle and bustle, we'd have
privacy there.

She'd asked for an hour to see if she could get a flight,
a reservation at the motel and a hire car. Then she'd
rung back later to say it was all set for the day I'd
suggested and she'd given me the flight arrival time. It
wouldn't be convenient for me to meet her here but there
was a frequent bus service to the airport and we'd
arranged to meet there.

Wow, only two days to wait for her to arrive and then,
who knew what would happen. When the flight arrived she
only had an overnight bag so we didn't need to wait for
the baggage to be unloaded. We went straight to the
toilet, or at least I'd virtually dragged her straight to
the toilet and as we opened the door she fell into my
arms. Fuck, this woman is so hot, her thighs were
pressing against me as hard as she'd ever done before and
her burning lips were trying to devour mine.

"Quick, let's get out of here and take me to the motel"
she'd said.  As we'd climbed into the hire car she'd
taken my hand and placed it directly on her groin
presumably so I could feel her up as we drove to the
motel. So as not to embarrass her I'd worn something
quite grown up, just a nice little blouse and skirt with
stockings and high heels, I suppose I looked about twenty
one years old and quite sophisticated.

When we'd been allocated our room she'd moved the car to
just outside the room but left her over night bag, taken
my hand and almost dragged me inside the room. She'd
started to undress herself but I put my hands out and
stopped her telling her that "now we're back together,
even if only for a short time, she should remember that I
was her lover and I made the pace and direction of our
sexual adventures. With that she fastened the buttons
that she'd unfastened and stood there waiting for me to
do whatever I wanted.

I hadn't told you before but she was wearing one of the
blouses that she knew I liked, one that showed the lace
pattern of her bra, revealing it to my glutinous eyes.
Her skirt was also one of my favourites that had the
split up the left thigh so when she sat down I'd be able
to see her knickers, with any luck. All in all, she was
just what I wanted, an older lovely woman that was not
about to make a noise when I "fucked" her unless the
noise was a noise of pleasure.

I sat her down on the stool in front of the mirror and
leaned over her, my hands reaching for her breasts before
I slowly unbuttoned her blouse firstly exposing the lacy
edges of her bra and then all of the bra, white of
course, her favourite colour.
All of this was revealed in the mirror for me.

She was leaning back against me and my thighs where she
touched me were tingling with anticipation, they hadn't
felt like this for quite a while. If I was having an
effect on her she was certainly having an equal effect on
me and juices were gathering in my pussy. By this time
I'd unfastened the clip on the front of her bra and let
her breasts fall out.  Goodness, they looked just as good
as ever and I wanted to take them in my mouth but first I
wanted her naked.

I knew she was aroused by her breathing and the way her
legs were splayed out in front of her exposing her pretty
white knickers, I just had to have her. I'd intended that
there would be a long tease period but after waiting for
her for a couple of weeks I couldn't wait any longer. I
knelt behind her and kissed her cheek, she didn't move it
away from me but pulled my head closer to her with one
hand and then turning her head to kiss me equally firmly
on the lips. Fuck, she tasted so good!

My hand had reached out for her thighs, just so lovely
encased in her usual classy stockings that exposed just a
little flesh between the knickers and her stockings. The
flesh was warm and I only had to move a little to feel
her wet knickers, the same kind she always wore, I knew I
could get my finger inside them and then inside her
vagina. She was wet, very wet, and as we kissed again and
again my finger moved inside her moving backwards and
forwards and on occasions turning clockwise and then
anticlockwise. The way she felt I could imagine that the
production of fluids in her could well have started on
the plane so I asked her if she'd found it necessary to
go to the toilet on the plane.

"Nosey bitch she'd said" but it wasn't possible to
conceive that she'd got that wet only since she'd met me
at the airport. She didn't deny having been to the
toilet, she just smiled at me and kissed me again. She
must have been feeling as though she had some power at
that time because she moved my hand out of her pussy and
stood in front of me. Her hands went to the fastener on
her skirt and she dropped it in front of me causing me to
say "wow" as I saw the wetness on her knickers. I
couldn't resist it, I just had to lean forward to kiss
her pussy, it looked quite cute with a lipstick mark of
my lips right there on her mound.

Her blouse which had been hanging from her shoulders
along with her bra were tossed on the bed as were her
knickers, although she had given them a little lick in
the wet spot before throwing them down. Almost completely
bare except for her stockings she looked so lovely I
would have challenged anybody to say they could resist
her.

I laid her on the bed and all the time that I was
arranging my self over her she continued to smile at me.
Something inside me told me that there was something
wrong here, ordinarily she would have been virtually
asking me to fuck her but here she was looking as though
she might want to take control of me. When I lain on top
of her ready to fuck her clit to clit she'd put her arms
around me and virtually thrown me over the other side of
the bed. I wasn't sure what was going to happen now but I
soon found out as she lifted my skirt and lay with her
clit to mine and proceeded to fuck me, better than she'd
ever done before. It was my turn to be in heaven as she
rode me hard but before I could `cum" she moved and put
her tits in my mouth and told me to suck them. Harder
she'd said as she'd slipped her hand in my pussy, not
just fingers but the full hand. I've not had that happen
to me too often before, as a matter of fact I think it
had only happened once. Her motion in and out of me was
getting faster all the time and I was gasping for breath
by now. I would have like her to have kissed me but she
was concentrating on my pussy exclusively.

Where had she got this aggression from, it had never
happened before with her, if I'd let her fuck me it had
been with my permission not as now where she'd just taken
over the whole proceedings. She'd then withdrawn her hand
from my pussy and pushed it against my mouth but I'd
tried to move it back to my pussy but she'd gained
strength from somewhere and I couldn't overpower her. So,
here I was, on the brink of an orgasm that I couldn't
have because she wouldn't let me have it. It was my turn
to beg now, on previous occasions it had been Erica that
had begged for release and I that had withheld it from
her, then I knew what it was like to be tormented by
another woman.

She did eventually return her hand to my pussy and fucked
me until I'd `cum". At that time she'd leaned over me and
smiled such a smile. Perhaps I should have known at the
point that I wasn't going to get the better of her on
this occasion.

We'd dressed and gone to the restaurant for an early
dinner. We'd both showered and changed, we had to, the
smell of very wet pussies was quite obvious. As we went
into the restaurant she'd taken my hand and led me toward
the back where it was not quite so brightly lit, should I
have taken that as a warning perhaps, usually it was me
the did the leading.

When we'd sat she'd boldly put her hand on my skirt and
pushed it up so she could almost, but nit quite, see my
knickers. As he waitress approached she'd leaned over me,
kissed me and at the same time she'd unbuttoned a couple
of buttons on my blouse. I don't know who was the most
embarrassed, the waitress or myself although Erica did
say "she likes the look of your tits my dear".

Dinner had been very nice, just a small steak with salad
but I couldn't concentrate on my meal, Erica's hands were
all over me, on my thigh, just grazing my breasts and
then she'd lean over and kiss me. I was very embarrassed
because she only seemed to do it when the waitress was
near, the final straw being when she pushed my skirt up
so far that my knickers were definitely on view. They had
to be, even the waitress   blushed when she came to the
table but I noticed that both she and Erica smiled at
each other each time she came to serve something to us.

I hadn't wanted to have coffee, I was getting far too
embarrassed but Erica insisted, smiling at the waitress
in a sultry fashion as she asked her politely for skim
milk in our coffee. She'd said "she likes you Madeline,
wouldn't be surprised if she came and knocked on our door
later this evening". She didn't of course, Erica
continued on with her ministrations from this afternoon
and taking her time, in fact so much time that several
times I'd tried to pull her closer to me and on one
occasion I'd tried to push her head down to my pussy so
she could lick me to an orgasm but she'd pushed my hands
away and guided them to my anus. Her hands had spread
some of my own pussy juices there and when she slipped my
finger, one at first, in there it was the very first time
it had happened to me. Not satisfied with one finger
she'd taken my first finger out so she could line it up
with another one, then two fingers. For a girl that
hadn't been subjected to this before it was "dirty" but
not dismayed Erica pushed them right in, just as far as
they would go.

I'd done it to her before but I hadn't realised what a
shock to the system it would be, quite painful, but as
she'd eased it in and out and continually lubricated my
fingers in my pussy, so the pain eased off. I found I
enjoyed it and didn't want her to stop. Fortunately she
lifted the speed so that my finger were really flying in
and out of me, each time my fingers sank in my bottom her
hand, which was holding mine, slapped against me. That
was beginning to arouse me even more, perhaps I was
beginning to enjoy rough love. How, she did it I don't
know but I found her lying under me so that she could
lick my nipples but she pulled on my breasts so that I
was further down and her mouth had firmly grasped my
nipples and was tugging on them. Eventually I had my
orgasm, it was beautiful and seemed to go on for ever but
she pulled me down on the bed and inserted two of her
fingers and slowly finger fucked me just as usually did
to her.

After another orgasm I was in no shape to make love to
her so she took me to the bathroom, showered with me,
dried me and put me to bed. I slept very well and didn't
wake up until after nine o'clock, I looked around but
there was no Erica and her bag had gone. The bitch had
left me in the lurch. I panicked and jumped out of bed
only to see a note on the mirror, written in lipstick,
which then directed me to a type written note that had
obviously been written before we came here. It was quite
long but the gist of it was that I'd got my comeuppance
and girls who fuck with older women and treat them very
badly eventually suffered the same fate.

With the letter was an envelope that contained my airline
ticket, money for a taxi and some more money if I decided
to stay and try to have a fling with the waitress.

I think I've gone a long way toward learning that you
can't mess with people, eventually they have their
revenge, Erica's certainly had hers on me.

When I returned to my uncle's place I was determined to
be a much nicer person in the future and so far I think
I've managed to do that.