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STORY TITLE:-Meeting Alice Part 4 The story is not intended to be read by minors so if you are under age in whatever jurisdiction you find yourself in please leave now.
Meeting Alice part 4
Alice and I arrived at the health resort where we were to spend the weekend luxuriating under the care of trained masseurs, trainers, make up artists and anybody else that could spoil us rotten. It was also intended, by me of course, that I would "fuck the backside" off Alice. So far I'd allowed her to think that I am the tame little mouse that copes with what ever she cares to throw at me. So far that had been that I let her fuck me without any thoughts of letting me get her "off". All this was about to change, entering our chalet I threw my overnight bag on the bed, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the bed.
"What the fucks happening"? she said more in shock than anything else but I didn't give her time to ask any more questions because I had my tongue stuffed in her mouth. I was massaging her tongue with mine and I tried to fold her tongue so that I could push it right to the back of her mouth.
She's making gargling sounds but I'm not interested, I'm going to fuck her, without any shadow of a doubt, and no amount of struggling is going to stop me. However, I did capitulate and took my tongue out of her mouth just long enough for her to take a breath. That was all the respite she was going to get before I was back there again, despite the discomfort she was now responding to my tongue and our tongues were stroking each other's.
All of my lady like touches from our previous encounters had disappeared, now I'm that fucking little tiger that I'd told you about and I'm the woman determined to have this woman's body. I think she's a little scared of me, never having had me turn on her in this way, but I'm really enjoying both having her scared and quite aroused from my "mouth to mouth" resuscitation.
"Give me a break Erica, you're scaring the shit out of me and I thought you were trying to stop my breathing long enough to choke me. What's got into you? Are you really trying to punish me for something"
"No my love, you're going to get a taste of what a recently declared lesbian can do to a woman like you. You're a woman who thinks that because you threw me on the vanity counter at LEZ BIAN cafe and sucked my cunt I'm going to be submissive to you forever. Well, my love whilst you gave me a wonderful orgasm you're going to find what it's like to be tormented. Then, if you remember, at my place, you wouldn't give me the pressure on my pussy that I needed so much and even begged for so, now, you're going to suffer, in a very nice way of course. Look forward to being the tart in this partnership over the weekend and that means that I'll probably spend almost 24 hours a day sucking your clit".
"Don't be too rough with me will you"?
"No of course not" but I'd opened my overnight bag and there, right on the top, such a lovely sight. I'm almost dribbling like a child, my little gift for her is there in all it's glory, a lovely natural coloured double ended dildo. One end just a little over four inches long, then a shield and then, fuck, in all its fucking glory, a ten inch monster. At the start I intended that the four inches was for me and the "monster" was for her".
I wasn't going to let her see it just yet because in our previous encounters, as you are aware, she'd been the dominant partner, and this is where it would end. From now on we're going to be equal partners unless I say otherwise. I'd calmed down a little and I took the dildo out of my bag and showed it to her. "Looks lovely doesn't it darling"? I wanted to have it engraved with your name on the "monster" end and mine on the little "tiddly" end but the proprietor of the shop where I bought it didn't recommend it. He was worried that the ink or paint with which it was engraved would come off with the effects of "hot cum".
I saw a little smile cross her face, little bitch was thinking that she was going to give me a good fucking with the "monster" but that wasn't my idea. By the end of this weekend we would be holding prayer meetings and burning incense and candles in front of the "monster" just in adoration and in joyful celebration of what it had done for us both.
I left her for a minute and went to the bathroom without telling her what for. The purpose was to wash it in disinfectant because it had come straight from the shop and one never knows whether the proprietor had used it herself or lent it to friends to "test drive".
I came out blushing like a little schoolgirl, not from embarrassment but because I'd rubbed my face quite roughly to give me that appearance. I could see her grin as she saw the thing in my hand and she held her hand out for it but instead of letting her take it from me I wrapped her over the knuckles with it, her next surprise was when I jumped on her again and pushed it in her mouth as far as I could. No lubrication, not even my "cum" to help it enter a little easier. Now, I'm thinking she's really scared, this is the time when I start to lay down the law to her. "Now, just listen to me Alice, you've had an indication of the way this weekend is going to go haven't you?"
"Now, I'm really beginning to be scared of you" Alice said, "what's come over you, I expected to take you almost immediately but in a rather more gentle way so that we could fuck for hours or at least until dinner. Then afterwards we could let the other women see what I have. I'm sure there'd be lots of them who'd want you and I would have the pleasure of either making them line up for a "go" or else selling tickets to watch the "floor show" because that's where I'd intended the activities would take place, right on this lovely thick carpet. Imagine it, getting pounded on this floor would be like being fucked on springs, you'd bounce all over the place and I'd probably have to tie you down so you wouldn't escape from underneath them".
"Alice my love, prepare yourself for a big surprise, I've arranged with the proprietors to raffle you off for a small sum, say a hundred dollars per ticket. That, of course, only includes a "fuck on the floor" with an audience so at that price they'll certainly expect a wonderful show. I've arranged with Madison, that's the management representative, to have some special clothing delivered directly here and if you look around the photos on the walls you'll see that some of the women who are likely to buy lots of tickets are absolutely awful looking women".
If the truth is known, the photos of women pasted up on the wall are not clients of the resort but rather are what you could call from the Rocky Horror Show. Probably lovely women in their own right, it's a patent fact that just because a woman is ugly it doesn't necessarily mean she's not nice and vice versa, lovely women could be the nastiest bitches you've ever met.
"Oh, my darling is beginning to regret having come here with her little Erica". Not to worry, I'm taking her to the shower (funny, how for women, fucking and showers appear to go together so well) and I'm going to hose her pussy with the hand shower, that'll really get her clit pushing it's little self out from under cover.
Wonderful, she looks so desirable without clothes, should I push her under the hot water, drag her in after me or clamp my arms around her and both of us do a double jump in to it, hoping like hell that we don't slip on the tiled floor. It would be a minor, no, a major disaster if we both ended up flat on our arses with large bruises or even broken bones. The thought doesn't really fill me with joy, that being the case, I think it's preferable to enter the shower with decorum, singly. I can always take her in my arms when we're being pelted with lovely hot mineral water from the pulsing showerhead.
My resolve to be the dominant partner is beginning to fade a little, how could I let this darling, or any other woman for that matter, be scared of me, should I resort or return to what seemed to me to be my natural inclination, as a submissive, or should I try to reason with her to let me share fully in our sexual encounters.
I've taken her by the hand and led her into the shower, the pulsing water is an absolute joy, the pounding on our heads and bodies is wonderful. You know I've spent quite a considerable length of time, or so it seems, pondering my sexual personality but if I'd scared Alice before the fright isn't apparent now. Her arms are around me, holding me so tight and it feels quite wonderful to have somebody like her holding me like this. I now know that I could never be the dominant type, on a percentage basis perhaps I could be 40% dominant but 60% submissive, in easier terms to understand, for me at least, I'd think that she can have me as long as she lets me return the favour at sometime.
Now that I have it clear in my head, she's free, not that she had any particular doubts, to love me as she likes. She's poured shampoo into the palm of her hand and, very carefully, she transfers it to my pussy. Can't imagine why, because there's not much hair to wash, perhaps she thinks I need to be clean down there prior to her running her little shaver over the mound to make sure that there will be no impediment to her tasting me. I've certainly never tasted shampoo so I can't believe that she's put it there for the sheer pleasure of sucking it off my pussy later. Just imagine having her lovely tongue inside me and then to hear her splutter "what the fuck have you got in there, you taste like a soap factory!!"
One of my failings in telling these stories is that my descriptive talents tend to let me down, perhaps that's because I'm generally in a state of delirium when I'm on the receiving end of my lovers ministrations. All I can recollect afterwards is the sheer joy, maybe bliss, of what she's done to me. I have read quite a number of the other stories on this forum to try to copy, no, not copy, but to try and get some sense of how they've arrived at the choice of words they use, but, sorry, no good. Two minutes after I've read them I'm back to where I started from, just the memory of my lover's talents.
What I will do however is tell you, as far as I can remember, precisely what she did.
The shampoo was being well massaged into my pussy area and whilst it's something that I'd never thought of before, it provides a well lubricated feel to the area. God, I hope she washes it off before she starts on my pleasure area" but how could I question her talents, the hand shower is pointed straight at pussy and at last pleasantly warm water jets all the foam into the drain. That alone has really made me quite weak so when she drops to her knees in front of me I'm not quite coherent (now you know why can't remember all the words that other women use) I'm in ga ga land", "off with the fairies", in cloud cuckoo land, I won't bore you, I'm sure you can all think of better words than I to indicate that you're not in control of your senses. Put it briefly, I'm juddering, shuddering, shivering, shaking and quaking as the first of my womanly juice starts to appear on my pussy lips, not that it remains there for very long because what misses my Alice's mouth cascades down the shower drain, what a waste.
There's a job for an inventor here, trying to find a way to capture a woman's `cum" when it washes away, they'd need to catch it, submit it to some kind of heating process to drive off the moisture then refine it. There'd probably be a fortune to be made from it, some men might pay vast amounts for just the opportunity to spread some on their toast in the morning. Just think it could be mixed with honey and for Australians it could be mixed with vegemite.
Don't tell me that you don't do "it" in the shower ladies, you are all such fucking liars. I speak from experience!!!!!!!
Her current actions may only be a preliminary move before carrying on with the main game which today, for me, requires much activity around my mouth and face, oh kiss me you bitch, and then on to my tits. My tits feel as though they're two gallon buckets holding three gallons of liquid, they urgently need milking. Oh, thank you my darling, her lips are on mine, just barely moving, and whilst they are there I'm muttering to myself or maybe to both of us but I don't know what the words that I'm saying mean I only know that kissing is such bliss. Don't know if any of you have heard the expression "speaking in tongues", it's something that's apparently done in some of the more doctrinaire churches. People call out, in what to most of us could best be described as "gibberish", but apparently it reflects their religious passion.As you can imagine, my gibberish has absolutely nothing to do with religion, it's something that I'm not really aware of but it truly is indicative of my passion or fervour.
Now, there's something in my mouth that totally prevents me from saying anything coherent, maybe it's all to do with some kind of code but whatever it is, it seems to have an effect on my partner. Her tongue is in my mouth then it's out and then it's back in again and I realize what she's doing to me, she's actually fucking my mouth with her tongue which is absolutely rigid. It's got a "hard on", is that possible for a woman?
Be careful with that damned thing my darling, if it's not put in at the right angle it could smash all my teeth. Just a bit of a backward step in the narrative here, I did say "put in", that's a gross understatement, I mean rammed in. Do you remember seeing films with trains in them, you know the thing, train crossing the prairie with hordes of bad men or Indians chasing it, there were often "close ups" of the pistons driving the wheels well, that's just how this feels, her tongue driving into my mouth just like a train's piston. So fucking good.
I've taken her hand and put it on my left tit, I know, it's always the left tit that gets the first feel, she's trying to drag it away but my resolve is stronger and the hand stays there. She's got the picture, the hand is squeezing my nipple as though it's held in a vice (vise in America, I think) and she's really making me suffer for my transgressions in making her stay there on my nipple. I can't speak because of the rigid tongue still fucking my mouth. Just grin and bare it girl, it's lovely. Could it be possible that this girl could `cum" from her tongue? The question is raised because she's starting to "puff and pant" like a man does when he's just about ready to ejaculate.She slumps against me, deadbeat I think.
I can't expect any more from her just at this moment but I'm really intrigued at being fucked by her tongue. Better get her out of the shower, don't want her to look like a dried prune for this evenings activities do I?
I dry her off with a beautiful fluffy towel, making sure that I get her really dry near and in yes, in, her pussy. I wrapped it, the towel, around my finger and pushed it in as far as I could go. I know I'm supposed to be drying her off but can't a girl have a little fun now and again, the toweling must be causing quite a bit of friction in the pussy area but it only shows on her face. Stop smiling you fucking bitch!!!!!!!
Oh, I suppose I'd better get down to it and dry her off properly. That means her hair, her face, oh boy, her tits, spend quite a lot of time there. Nipples look ready for all the little kids in Australia to feed off. But first, they'd better feed me.
Yes, when she's dry and glowing from the brisk rubbing down I've given her I show her the underwear I've brought for Her to wear. The knickers don't appear to be anything out of the ordinary, just like the one's I normally wear. However, when I slide them up her legs her eyes open so wide, whether with shock or anticipation, because there's an enormous cock built into them. Must be ten inches, not must be, it definitely is, it's the same size as the dildo I've brought for us to play with. I make her squat a little bit so that when the knickers are pulled up tight to her bottom and genitals the cock spears her.
Her eyes are bulging out of her head when it finally finds its place in her body. I give the knickers a final pull into her groin to make sure it's seated properly. Now, walk to the bathroom and let me see you. Wow, that looks nice, not that I can see inside the knickers or body but the way she walks looks as though every part of her insides are gyrating. I think if I played Latin American music she'd have violent Convulsions and everything would sway. She is so fuckable.
The bra that I've brought for her is one of my own design, well not entirely, it's an expensive brand lace bra but I've cut a hole where her nipples will pop through. The hole is surrounded with lace binding to try and give a bit of comfort around the nipple. The tightness of the surrounding lace should keep the nipple firm and if that's the case then we're not going to waste that bra with too much material or even loose material hiding it. It's going to be tight and when I play with those nipples and ease them through the holes she'll look like a cow on its way to the milking sheds.
She's looking absolutely gorgeous so we slip the top that I've brought for her over that lovely body. Oh, fuck, she's wonderful, her nipples are sticking out of the thin material so I give them another rub. Don't darling she said, that's just too much. Let me see you dressed up now, I'm anxious to see you as the other women will see you. "Better slip that skirt on and you already know that it's so tight it's just got to show off that lovely backside.
I don't want to get dressed just yet, I can't see why she can't give me a nice little finger fuck before I get dressed. The view of her, dressed, is so lovely and I know that when we go I for dinner all the women will be looking at us quite closely. Not particularly at me, I'm not dressed in suitable gear for being watched, but at her, her bottom will sway and her tits will jiggle, fuck, I'm wet again.
We front up at the dining room and wait for someone to seat us. There's a stir round the room, they're all looking at my darling. One old lady starts to whistle at her and soon the others join in, stamping their feet and clapping their hands. Me, I'm as proud as punch, all this attention for my love. But, such is the type of customer that this place attracts that they're now shouting raucous comments such as show us your tits, she's mine and oh my god, do I want to fuck this girl.
We move to our seats and as we sit down there's a large crowd of older women standing behind her mostly, of course, to look down her top to see her breasts. They all want to know who she is and if I was a nasty person I'd ask "what about me"? but nobody is looking at me, I've got nothing on display, or perhaps I should say that what I have got is not on display, I'm dressed quite modestly so as not to interfere with her fun.
Dinner was very nice and in between courses Alice and I danced, close together, but not for long, one of the older women excused herself and took Alice from me. The old lady was holding Alice very close, too close, and Alice was looking uncomfortable because the old lady was shoving her knee into Alice's pussy and absolutely squashing her tits against her body.
This couldn't continue for very long because shortly another old lady was excusing herself and butting in. Alice can't stand these "boozie" old harridans for too long. I rescue her from the "ladies" and escort her back to her seat.
Please tell me that these are not the women that you're going to raffle me too. No darling, I've only been kidding, if you've noticed the gardens are illuminated so we're going to get a nice cold drink and we're going for a walk. We walked for just a few minutes until we came to a little summerhouse. Looked clean inside so we took a seat and poured ourselves a cold drink. She asked me what had come over me this evening and I explained that I thought it was time that she submitted to me for a change but at the same time I was having doubts about it. I'd wanted to please her by giving her some of the pleasure she'd given me.
She didn't want to be a `fem" type, she's much more at home being the "leader" as you might say but if I wanted to be dominant on occasions that's OK with her but tonight is not the night. We're enjoying the cold drinks that we've brought out with us and in between sips we're sharing a kiss or two, so nice and calm.
"Darling, I've go something to ask you, would you be distressed if you knew that I'm having an cyber affair with another woman?"
"Fuck, no, that sounds so exciting, tell me all about it".
"Well, I've met her in the "net" through reading stories on Nifty. I replied to one of her stories and it just seems to have escalated from there. I've been corresponding with her for a few days but she's not been able to reply to me for the last four. She's married with kids, as I am, and like me she's not anxious to break up her marriage, that would be too hard to bear because it would probably mean losing her kids".
She sounds lovely, it was not my intention that we would engage in any kind of sexual behavior but, unfortunately, things just snowballed and now I find that I'm turning the computer every morning as soon as I'm out of bed just to see if she's sent me any messages, but who's going to send e- mails during the night?"
"So, what's your problem Erica, do you want my permission to have sex with me and have cyber sex with her?"
"I'm not sure what I want, I definitely want you for the physical side of sex but her for the emotional side. The likelihood of us ever meeting is extremely remote so, please darling, say you won't mind if I continue with this affair. I haven't asked her yet what she wants or how she feels about it but I thought if she's got a husband she's getting her emotional support from him and can probably be satisfied with that".
I'll tell her this afternoon how I feel and ask her if she's amenable to my suggestions. Got to admit that I'm a bit scared because I do like her, very much. When she talks to me about love, not necessarily about sex, I seem to melt in her arms. I've asked her to teach me what I need to know about girls and how I can improve my performance. Both of you will be the beneficiaries of my new knowledge, you physically and her emotionally".
"Well then Erica, if I'm going to have to share you with her you'd better get on with what you're going to do to me and I expect you to include what you've learned from her so far".
I took the drink out of her hand and pushed her back on the seat. The lovely short skirt she was wearing rode further up her thighs as she moved backwards and as her skirt moved so my face followed. There was a lovely aroma emanating from her pussy, I think it was resulting from the fact that the knickers with the built I "cock" was still moving around inside her when ever she moved. My hands moved to her crotch very gently I pulled the knickers clear of her vagina, no, not clear, perhaps an inch out, and then I moved them back I as slowly as I could. She seems to like this kind of movement and I'm very happy to carry on with whatever she wants and I do continue until she "cums', just a gentle "cum" no shaking or rolling around on the seat, just a gentle sound escaping her mouth, hmmmm.
Now, I'm prepared to remove this substitute cock from her pussy but it's not necessarily for her benefit, I want to take it out and surrender my lips and mouth to it. I remove it as gently as I can and I'm rewarded with a stroke on my hair and a little "love you Erica". I haven't removed them completely, I've pulled just far enough down to remove it from her pussy and make the cock available to me.
As I slip the dildo in my mouth I open my eyes to make sure it goes where I want it and I look up to see her smiling at me, is it with love or is it with lust, there are times when it's difficult to tell the difference. However, as I slide it in my mouth the taste of it completely overwhelms me and I remove it momentarily to stroke it along my cheek leaving some of her juices on my face. Don't hurry Erica, I tell myself, imagine you've been given twenty fours hours to stop. Now that I've been given the proverbial twenty-four hours to stop there seems no reason why I should hurry.
Swallow it gently Erica I tell myself, it seems to slither back into my mouth under it's own steam, I have nothing to do with it's entrance, perhaps it's self controlled. But whilst I'm sliding it back and forwards in my mouth Alice takes it out of my hand and takes control of me. Occasionally, she really thrusts it forward, somewhat like I did to her when we first arrived here but generally it's sliding in and out with regularity, leaving me sufficient time to suck on it.
I'm "cumming" under the influence of her activities, it's really rather nice or should I say it's very nice. Never had this from a woman before, did once suck a young man's cock but that's another story for a later date. Alice decides that I've had it I my mouth quite long enough so she's taken it away and has pushed me down on the bench. Moving herself to kiss me she moves her hand down towards my waist and, after a pause there, it moves onwards towards my pussy.
My skirt is moving away from my body and at the same time it's also moving upwards exposing everything of interest about me. Because I'm still wearing my knickers Alice is having difficulty in finding my opening so I have to help her, oh my, doesn't it feel good knowing where it's previous home was. Remembering where it's most recent "homes" have been, both extremely exciting places, I welcome it with open arms. If only it would "cum" for me!
Alice is not one to satisfy herself in ordinary ways the rhythm of the dildo starts to increase as she torments me until such time as I'm getting short of breath at which time she drops it on the floor, pushes me flat and brings her mouth to me. It's wonderful, this woman has her tongue inside me and is really boring it in, not as rigid as it was earlier when she "fucked my mouth" but it's more in massage mode. The tip of her tongue is now quite pliant and moves sinuously round my mouth seeming to wrap it's self round my tongue like snakes making love.
Her body moves even further down my body. Take me I'm saying to myself, take me. I want to feel her tongue in my pussy, I want to feel it slipping and sliding, twisting and turning poking a curling inside my pussy and I'm quite prepared to turn myself into a supplicant in order to get what I want. The dildo is of course, still inside me so pussy feels quite full but wait, there's more to come, how she's found room to enter a few fingers, and I'm scared to ask how many, I have no idea but she's still trying to get more inside me. I'm throwing my legs further open or as far open as I can and with the way I'm being penetrated I'm now finding it difficult to breath but relief is at hand as with a gigantic push, almost like delivering a baby, the flood gates open and she's got to be smothered in "cum" and fighting for her breath.
I've got to relax for a while, I couldn't' carry on any longer but I can't complain that I'm not satisfied, I most certainly am. I wonder about her but she's leaning over me again with a smile on her face and she asks me could I go without the physical side of sex and without an answer from me she knows what I've got to say. The answer, plain and simple, is definitely NO.
The security guard patrolling the premises wakes us up and tells us that it's after one o'clock in the morning, would we like her to escort us back to our suite. Now, isn't that a lovely offer, so we stroll arm in arm round the gardens, I think we must have gone round twice but did we care, not on your life, all three of us were bare breasted and taking liberties with each other. We compared tits and we could not make up our minds whether there was a winner, one had nicer nipples, one had bigger breasts and my nipples won first prize for size of nipples but only after both girls had sucked them. I'm very proud to have been pronounced the winner of the big nipple contest and want to know when the prize giving will be and whether it will be in public.
Take me to bed Alice and I can assure that there was no more talk of sex that night. Don't think there was too much talk about it until about lunchtime the next day. Lunch was our final meal of the weekend and it was sad that miss security guard wasn't allowed to eat at our table because she'd have been the main course for both of us. We will of course, leave her quite a sizable `tip" along with our telephone numbers hoping that she'll contact us at some future date.
I'm still in a quandry as to whether or what I should tell my new lover about Alice. Perhaps this will be the end of this series but that will remain at the back of my mind for the time being.
[The author needed to change email accounts and hopes that all readers will re-contact her to recreate her address book.]