Boston Lez Contest PT7
- 1 year ago
- 17
- 0
Boston Lez Contest PT12 free porn video
A Friend of Amy's
Amy couldn't believe what she had done today... she'd let a woman m***** her in public; to force her to eat her first pussy (well okay, strongly encouraged her, and once she was on her knees with that fragrant wet pussy in her face she hadn't needed much further encouragement), also in public; and then she'd allowed herself to get pounded by a strap-on in a changing room until she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
In her mind she replayed the surreal encounter over and over as she chose to stay home this evening instead of going to the movies with her boyfriend... feigning a headache... something she'd never done before.
A single lesbian encounter with a woman old enough to be her mother, and now the teenager was no longer sure about her sexuality. Without a doubt, that encounter and that orgasm were the most amazing experiences of her young life.
That night she pleasured herself while recalling all the details of her seduction, exulting in multiple orgasms before scolding herself for getting so consumed.
During all her prior sexual relations she'd been the one in charge... she'd made the decisions... today she hadn't made any of them... today she'd been submissive... a submissive slut... the woman had called her a slut and she hadn't objected, she'd even enjoyed it... this slut wasn't her. Or maybe it had been her, but it certainly wasn't who she wanted to be.
As she drifted off to sleep she told herself she would most definitely not return to that store... she couldn't give away her control like that again.
.....
Of course, the next morning as she woke up, she found herself once again replaying yesterday's lesbian seduction, which got her pussy tingling and begging for some morning attention (something that was very rare... she wasn't a morning person).
She knew then, before she even got out of bed... before she'd even given herself two more orgasms before getting out of bed... she knew that she was returning to that clothing store. For one thing, she still had one free piece of clothing to choose; but the important thing (and the shameful thing) was that she really wanted to eat that pussy and to be fucked again. Both experiences had been like nothing she'd ever experienced before yesterday... but she tried to tell herself it was really for the free clothing.
The question then became who to bring with her... who was she willing to invite along to be seduced as well? Who would she recruit to be a (willing? or unknowing?) accomplice in today's lesbian seduction?
There were preliminary questions:
Who would be most likely to succumb?
Who was available today?
Whose pussy did she want to lick?
Who would most likely be up for some lesbian play with her?
Who would most likely be receptive to becoming (with Mrs. Stone's expert persuasion) Amy's own lesbian plaything? For that would be a wonderful perk!
She had lots of friends. She had lots of high school acquaintances, too.
And as the blonde bombshell contemplated her options... her best friend, any of her fellow cheerleaders, her drama understudy (they were in the middle of Grease rehearsals and she of course was playing Sandy)... and then it hit her. It was so obvious.
There was one girl who would succumb easily; she would definitely be available; she was likely even a closet lesbian, as she often checked Amy out when they were together; the obvious choice was her nerdy, wallflower tutor Brenda.
She phoned Brenda, and as soon as she answered jumped in with, "What are you doing today?" She knew the answer was likely nothing... Brenda was quite a loner... her head always in a book.
"Not much," Brenda responded, surprised, Amy only calling her when she needed some help with math and never on a weekend.
"Good, you're coming shopping with me," Amy said, more as an order than an offer.
"I don't know," Brenda prevaricated, worried this was a trick. Amy had always been nice to her, but many of Amy's popular friends often weren't.
"I'm not asking, I'm saying," Amy clarified before adding, "after all you've done to help me pass math, it's my turn to help you."
"Help me?" Brenda asked skeptically.
"Yes, I have a free item to select at a hip store and I thought I'd treat you."
"I don't know," Brenda repeated, this seeming too good to be true. Truth was, she had a major crush on the blonde, even though she was still undecided whether she was a lesbian or not. She also had crushes on boys after all, but at eighteen years old she was still a virgin to both sexes... although most of her fantasies were of Amy; although she also sometimes fantasized about face sitting and dominating Amy's fellow cheerleaders, all of whom were bitchy. Truth was she mostly loved porn, especially lesbian domination porn, where she got vicarious revenge on her many bullies. She had even bought a strap-on for some hopeful day... the eight-inch cock could also be taken out of the harness and used as a suction cup cock... which she'd used to fuck herself many times in her bedroom or bathroom... another truth was that, behind her nerdy, subdued exterior she was a very horny young woman. All of which boiled down to the reality that when it came to sexual orientation, she didn't know what she was. So far it was all speculation... she hadn't yet kissed a boy or a girl... so whatever fantasy she happened to jill off to on a given day defined which side she was on until the orgasm was over, and she was back to wondering. Except that her major crush was on Amy.
"You're coming," Amy said forcefully, hoping that would soon become a double entendre, "I'll be there in an hour."
"Fine," Brenda replied, trying to imply she was only agreeing because of the nagging, and because Amy was used to getting her way, so fighting it would only extend the inevitable. Although the bright side was the chance to satisfy her curiosity about what going shopping with a fashion queen like Amy would be like.
Brenda had her own unique fashion sense... one she was often mocked for... a mixture of late sixties and early seventies...aka her musical hero Janis Joplin whom she looked a lot like... although only older adults ever made that connection, her peers not having a clue who Janis Joplin was, or thinking Big Brother was a lame reality show, and not a great late-60s psychedelic blues band.
That said, unbeknownst to her peers, she usually sported some unique fashion beneath her hippie rock-ish attire: she wore sexy lingerie that no one except her ever knew about. Brenda didn't mind keeping her unmentionables unmentioned, as she only wore them to feel sexy for herself. After all, the only one getting her off was herself anyway; well, herself plus a variety of sex toys she'd ordered online through Wish during the past few months. From vibrators, to the fore-mentioned strap-on plus some anal toys... China made great, affordable sex toys, although her patience often wore thin waiting for them to arrive, sometimes taking as long as six weeks to meander across the Pacific.
Since her mother owned a lingerie shoppe, she also had a free supply of lace bras, thongs, garter-belts and stockings, thigh highs, nipple clamps (she liked the pressure on her very sensitive large nipples and no, those she bought online), and occasionally crotchless pantyhose.
So, deciding to be secretly naughty as she went out with her popular friend (although she wasn't sure 'friend' was the correct term), Brenda dressed slutty as fuck underneath her long, hippy dress. For extra kinkiness she went all out: a butt plug and nipple clamps. For a touch more sexiness, she used a thong to keep the butt plug from falling out, a garter-belt and stockings, and open toed sandals.
Amy, in hopes of a sequel to yesterday for herself and not just for Brenda, wore a tight sweater without a bra, a black skirt that barely covered the tops of the lace-top thigh highs her seductress had given her, and chose to go commando, to provide easy access to her pussy, which was already wet with anticipation even though she hadn't even left home yet.
Although she felt a bit guilty for potentially directing Brenda into the crosshairs of an amazingly competent seductress, she also thought she might even be doing this shy girl a favour... she was pretty sure the cute nerd was a lesbian... or at least a wannabe lesbian... and now that her own sexuality had been challenged and her lesbian side awakened, she wanted to have someone closer to home than Mrs. Stone to experiment with. As a potential sex partner, but also as a potential failed seduction, Brenda seemed pretty low risk... she wasn't a close friend and yet she was cute.
Amy picked her up and wasn't surprised to see Brenda wearing her usual attire, something like her parents may have worn in high school. That was one more reason to choose Brenda... she needed a new wardrobe... badly... she could serve as Amy's own trifecta makeover... from nerd to chic ... from somewhat straight to lesbian... from tutor to plaything.
Brenda got in the car and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Shopping," Amy said as she pulled away from the curb.
"That's already been established," Brenda objected.
"Shopping in a quaint little clothing shoppe," Amy elaborated, before adding, "I know the owner."
"Okay," Brenda said as she snuck glances at Amy, admiring her beauty like she always did. Amy was her number one fantasy, her English teacher Mrs. Walker was her number two, and Jake the football quarterback her number three. She could tell Amy was wearing thigh highs, as the short skirt was riding up while she drove.
This intrigued the shy, curious nerd. Her glances couldn't help becoming stares.
Amy was used to having people stare at her and noticed Brenda studying not only her, but particularly her stockings. She asked, putting her right hand to her lace top stockings, "Ever wear these?"
Brenda, hoping to impress the blonde beauty, to show off that she could be sexy underneath her bland exterior, lifted up her own dress to show off her garter belt and stockings, "I'm more a garter and stockings kinda girl."
Amy smiled, glad of a stoplight so she could admire the sexy lingerie, "Well, remind me not to judge a book by its cover."
"I'm a page turner," Brenda quipped, trying to be witty, and then realizing she had no idea what this expression (that she'd once heard someone else say) actually meant.
"I bet you are," Amy said, with a hint of sexy innuendo in her tone.
"Do you always wear thigh highs?" Brenda asked.
"Actually, today is my first time," Amy admitted. "I didn't even know such hosiery existed until I was in this quaint store yesterday."
"Oh?" Brenda said, thinking it was strange to dress up sexy to go shopping and wondered, with a bit of hope, that Amy might be curious about trying out a girl.
"Do you usually wear a garter and stockings underneath your clothes?" Amy asked, genuinely intrigued to hear the answer.
"Often," Brenda answered in an attempt to appear worldly wise and breezy, sensing by Amy's face and tone she had the blonde goddess intrigued, so she added, "at other times I wear thigh highs similar to yours, or on occasion, crotchless pantyhose."
"Crotchless pantyhose?" Amy asked, this little nerd impressing her with more and more surprises.
Brenda added, not sure if Amy knew what crotchless pantyhose were, and also wanting to show the cheerleader she was more than just a smart cookie, "Yeah, those are pantyhose with a generous hole woven in for the vagina and ass."
"You really are a little spitfire in disguise," Amy smiled, moving her hand to the complex nerd's leg and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Brenda's pussy tingled at the brief but intimate touch.
Amy added, as she felt Brenda's sheer, soft stockings, "These are really soft."
"Imported from France." Brenda bragged, hoping this familiarity might lead to her being touched elsewhere.
"Really?" Amy asked, feeling the seductress may turn out to be the one seduced.
"My mom owns a lingerie shoppe," Brenda revealed.
"Well, that makes sense," Amy nodded, putting both hands on the steering wheel as she passed a cop.
Brenda, now feeling far more confident than ever before, and trying to become the seductress she always saw herself as in her fantasies, moved her hand to Amy's nylon-clad leg and said, "These ones are soft, too."
Amy was surprised by the normally shy Brenda's forwardness as she joked, "I'm not sure if these are imported or not."
Brenda gave a gentle, flirtatious squeeze, before moving her hand away and saying, "They're sexy soft."
"That's a cute alliteration," Amy said, as she pulled into Mrs. Stone's parking lot.
"Sexy, sheer silk stockings stimulate sultry sensations," Brenda improvised, still trying to be sly and seductive.
"You're an enigma," Amy admired, as she parked the car.
"I can be a lot of things," Brenda responded, her blunt innuendo shocking both Amy and herself.
"Let's see if that's true," Amy said, giving the cute nerd's leg another squeeze before getting out of the car.
Brenda followed, her head in a daze... experiencing a mixture of the lust she felt and the shock at who she was perhaps becoming. This afternoon could either lead to something wonderful with Amy... or to the world's cruelest practical joke. She decided to go with it for now and hope for the best.
Veronica was annoyed; she saw the two quick points claimed by Carol of all people, just past noon today, and now it was almost two o'clock and she was still cunt-muncher-less for the day. And she could only expect the others to be adding even more tallies to the scoreboard as the day progressed. She was determined to win this contest. She was perusing both the girls and the ladies in her store for possibilities, when she saw Amy from yesterday walking in... with a friend!... the friend was a cute, nerdy type that she instantly knew was ripe for the licking. She hadn't had a threesome in a while, and although it would only count as one point since she'd already seduced Amy, a threesome would be fun.
Veronica looked the fashion-challenged girl over, and she could see that sexually she was a lost soul... a perceptive gift she'd always had. She also noticed that, not surprisingly, Amy was wearing the nylons she'd given her yesterday.
Veronica sauntered over to her newest pet and greeted, "My sweet Amy, welcome back, and I see you brought me a friend."
Amy nodded, "I did, ma'am, this is my good friend Brenda."
Brenda was flattered to hear the words 'good friend' as she extended her hand and offered warmly, "Nice to meet you, ma'am."
Veronica pulled the cute girl into a close embrace and said, as their breasts pressed promisingly against each other's, "Please call me Ms. Veronica."
"Okay, Ms. Veronica," Brenda agreed, as she felt hands on her ass. They weren't squeezing or anything nefarious, maybe they were even carelessly innocent, but they were definitely on her ass.
Veronica pushed Brenda to arm's length by the shoulders, looked her up and down and said with a smile, "My dear, I think you need a fashion makeover."
"I'm a little stuck in the sixties and seventies," Brenda joked, although it wasn't actually a joke... she didn't only dress like it was the late sixties, but that was her musical preference too. In addition to Janis Joplin, there was Fleetwood Mac, Jimmy Hendrix, Canned Heat, Led Zeppelin and Chicago.
"I think we can help you keep your old school style if you prefer it, but still sexy you up," Veronica said.
"Um, I..." Brenda began, this shoppe looking a little out of her price range, actually a lot out of her price range.
Amy, reading Brenda's concern said, "It's on me, girlfriend. It's the least I can do for all you've done for me."
"I didn't do much," Brenda denied bashfully, beginning to feel a bit like she was on one of those makeover shows.
"I wouldn't be passing math if it weren't for you," Amy testified in support of her point, which was embarrassingly true.
Veronica took Brenda's hand and said, "Not to worry, come with me."
"What about me?" Amy asked, worried she might be left out of what she was pretty sure would be a lesbian seduction... and one she wanted to at least witness live.
"You come too," Veronica said, slightly stressing the word 'come' in a way that would reassure Amy of her intentions, but likely go unnoticed by the prey.
"Great," Amy said, before adding, "she really needs a complete makeover."
"Not completely complete," Brenda worried, as she was led past the obvious change rooms for the public and into a larger back room with a sign, Staff Only. She asked, "Is this where all the makeovers transpire?"
"Most," Veronica agreed, thinking of the plethora of girls and women she'd seduced in this room.
Amy joked with foreshadowing words, "My makeover yesterday was life-changing."
"Really?" Brenda asked, not seeing any difference in Amy today other than perhaps the nylons... and the invitation to go out today.
"Yes," Amy said, not sure what more to say without giving away what likely lay ahead for her friend.
Veronica added, "Attraction in a woman is defined by many things: looks, brains and personality are all important, but fashion is the fourth aspect... put them all together and voila! you have the perfect woman."
Brenda joked, "Well I'm considered pretty brainy, so I got one out of four."
Veronica heard the insecurity spilling out of the cute girl and walked over to her, took her hands in hers and said, "Sweetheart, you are a beautiful young woman, and I'm not just talking about skin deep."
Brenda laughed softly, "No, I've looked in mirrors, and I'm not."
Amy added, feeling sorry for her somewhat friend, "Brenda, you are very beautiful."
Brenda could feel a warmth growing inside her at the complementary compliments arriving from two sources.
Veronica continued, "True beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that begins with believing in yourself. In other words, if you behold yourself as beautiful then others will too."
"Why do you wear a garter belt and stockings beneath your clothes?" Amy asked, trying to help move the seduction along, while also helping with the unhidden point of this conversation.
"Are you wearing them now?" Veronica asked, as she raised Brenda's dress to reveal that indeed she was. "Well, you are a bit of an enigma, aren't you?"
"Usually just in my own mind," Brenda chuckled awkwardly, surprised to have her dress lifted up by a relative stranger, "although Amy called me one just before we came in."
"See? Corroboration! But in your mind is where it needs to start," Veronica nodded, as she dropped the dress back down. "The rest is about living it."
"Flaunt what you got," Amy added.
"Exactly," Veronica agreed, as she walked over to a rack of elegant clothing.
Amy went over to Brenda and said, "I wasn't just saying that, Brenda. I do think you're very pretty, and kind of sexy."
"Only kind of?" Brenda asked, now feeling flattered enough to fish for more. "You either think I'm sexy or you don't."
"Okay," Amy laughed, "You are sexy, especially when I discovered you dress a little kinky beneath your unflattering clothes."
"Are they actually unflattering?" Brenda asked, thinking they were just old school.
"They don't let anyone see the shape of your body," Amy explained. As she cupped her own breasts she added, "this push-up bra enhances my tits, which is why I wear it."
"I often don't even wear a bra," Brenda shrugged.
"So bohemian of you," Amy joked.
"It's my style," Brenda replied.
"Are you wearing one now?" Amy asked.
"Yes," Brenda nodded.
"Take off your dress," Amy ordered.
"W-w-what? W-w-why?" Brenda stammered, even though these were words she had fantasized hearing from Amy more than once.
"So you can try this on," Veronica answered, returning with a classic red dress.
"Oh my," Brenda said, gazing at the dress. It was gorgeous!
"You'll look amazing in it," Amy promised, as she moved her hands to Brenda's dress and began lifting it off over the stunned girl. Oh my god! Nobody's ever seen me in this sexy stuff before, not even my mom. And she's the one who gives it to me!
Veronica experienced her next surprise when she saw the sexy lingerie underneath this girl's clothing. It wasn't something she'd ever seen on a teen she was seducing. Lace bra and garter-belt and a thong! She was indeed a little minx behind her deceptive exterior... something she'd seen in many women, but never to this extent in a teen. "Wow sweetheart, you really are a complex number!"
Amy too was surprised by what she was seeing. This nerdish girl had been hiding an amazing body... and lingerie that was way sexier than anything she'd ever worn. She said as much, "Wow, your body is even hotter than mine."
"You're hilarious," Brenda deflected as she was being stared at by a pretty stranger and a hot cheerleader.
"I'm dead serious," Amy said, staring avidly at her nerdish friend.... who was suddenly not so nerdy after all.
"I'm not falling into the trap of comparing you two," Veronica said, impressed by the tight body of the nerd, "but you definitely have an amazingly ripe body. Besides, Amy already knows how beautiful I think she is."
"Thank you," the flattered Brenda responded.
"Yes, thank you," echoed Amy.
"And this lingerie is hot," Veronica added, as she moved around to check out her prey from behind.
"My mom owns a lingerie store and..." Brenda was explaining just as the older woman gasped.
"Oh my," Veronica gasped, as she saw the butt end of a butt plug barely held in place by the tiny thong.
Brenda's eyes went big at the realization that she'd just been caught with a plug in her ass... she'd totally forgotten she was wearing it, since she'd become so accustomed to wearing it whenever she was out, at school and even in church.
"Oh my what?" Amy wanted to know, as she hurried around and also spotted the surprise.
"Enigma is definitely the word for you," Amy said, as she moved back around Brenda.
She remained speechless as Amy suddenly stepped close and kissed her.
Veronica smiled, as her newest pet was already well on her way to becoming a great asset. Since she was still standing behind Brenda, she took hold of the teen's bra and unclasped it.
Brenda was stunned, as an intriguing situation suddenly exploded into an amazing one! From out of the blue Amy, her dream girl, was kissing her; but even more overwhelming was to feel her bra being unclasped by a relative stranger. This was really happening... this must be the prelude to something sexual... just like in the movies! She hesitated only briefly before returning the kiss... her first real kiss with anyone ever. It was tender and sweet... even as her entire body melted at the touch of both seductresses.
Veronica whispered, choosing to use a sweet seduction which was rare for her, she tended more towards aggression, but sensing this young girl was more than ripe for the picking, "You're so beautiful, Brenda."
Brenda was glowing with the compliments and melting under the touches as she felt the older woman's hands go to her ass. This time they were anything but innocent as they squeezed, probed and caressed her, and she loved it.
Veronica asked, "Have you ever been with a girl?"
Amy broke the kiss and Brenda admitted as she stared into Amy's eyes, "No, never."
"But you want to be, don't you, my pet?" Veronica whispered, as she gently pushed the toy deeper into the teen's ass to establish the hierarchy in a subtle, soft way.
"God yes," Brenda moaned, still not breaking eye contact with Amy, as she noticed the term 'pet', a term she'd encountered online that turned her on.
Amy asked, confident she knew the answer, "Have you ever fantasized about me?"
"Only like every day," Brenda answered, completely captivated by what was happening and deciding to just let it all out. This was no practical joke, this was her dreams being fulfilled.
"What do you fantasize?" Amy asked.
"I'm a little embarrassed to say," Brenda admitted, suddenly not so sure she did want to let it all out.
"There's no reason to be embarrassed, my pet," Veronica crooned, as she pulled the thong down the teen's legs. "There's no shame in fantasy."
Brenda summoned her resolve and blurted it right out: "You being my sex slave!" as she raised each foot to allow the older woman to finish removing her thong, but meanwhile totally astounding both Amy and Veronica! They both had, not surprisingly, assumed it would be the other way around.
"Really?" Amy asked.
"And all my bullies, too," Brenda added, feeling a rush of power at the stunned look on Amy's face, "I even bought a strap-on for the hopeful day."
"Well, you can fuck me anytime you want," Amy offered sincerely, before explaining (unnecessarily) to Veronica, "I like someone who knows what she wants."
Months of reading and watching porn, not to mention writing some herself, took over, and Brenda ordered, "Knees."
Amy felt a gush of wetness in her cunt at receiving such an order from the normally meek nerd. She obeyed, "Yes, Brenda."
"It's Mistress Brenda," Brenda corrected, briefly forgetting there was another person here until she felt the plug in her ass being plucked out.
"Yes, Mistress Brenda," Amy corrected herself, in awe of this suddenly strong-willed woman. She was also dying to taste her pussy. Would it taste different than Veronica's had yesterday?
Veronica had watched this taming in awe, watching a Mistress in the making, as she strolled over to the cupboard where she kept her wide range of toys. She removed her skirt and fastened her favourite strap-on in place as she continued to watch the lesbian teen act unfold.
Brenda glanced back and saw the older woman putting on a strap-on, hopefully to fuck her with, as she asked Amy using words she'd only ever read in stories before, "Do you want to eat my cunt, slut?"
Amy was stunned once again at being called a 'slut', this time by a girl she'd never before even heard swear. Who had actually apologized for saying 'darn' once. Yet, it turned her on and she admitted the truth, "Yes, Mistress Brenda, I'm dying to eat your cunt."
"You'll be my little cunt-licking slut whenever I beckon you?" Brenda continued the informal ritual, reveling in this realization of the power she had fantasized about for so long.
"I'm now your cheerleading cunt-munching sex slave twenty-four-seven," Amy answered, the cunt in front of her face so tantalizingly close that she had to have it, and somehow this just felt right. This domination was way more sexually stimulating than any sex she'd ever had with a boy. She knew then and there she was a lesbian. Not curious, not bi, but a complete cunt-craving lesbian.
"Get licking, slut," Brenda snapped, grabbing the back of her dream girl's head and pulling it into her cunt, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her. A rush so much more powerful than she'd ever imagined in any of her fantasies. The reality was she'd never thought this possible, yet now that it was happening she was going to ride the high.
Amy began licking, getting her own adrenaline rush at being used so roughly. She'd had no idea she was a submissive, and yet now after two days of obeying two Dommes, she knew what she was.
Veronica was watching in quiet pride when her phone buzzed.
She glanced at the phone and cursed to herself; Crystal had now gotten her third turn. This was getting ridiculous! How could she be tied for last? She'd expected some competition, but trailing a submissive like Carol was inexcusable; she needed to finish this turn herself, to at least get back into a tie for first.
Score at 1:42 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Jasmine: 3
Portia: 2
Veronica: 2
She walked over to the standing teen getting licked and said, "Want to get ass fucked?"
"Is a cheerleader eating my cunt?" Brenda asked rhetorically.
"Yes, she most certainly is," Veronica laughed as she cupped Brenda's tits. She then said, "Let's get into a more comfortable position."
"Yes, Mistress," Brenda said, wanting to make it clear she was happy to be a switch: both a mistress and a pet.
"Lie down on your back, Amy," Veronica ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," Amy responded, now having not one, but two mistresses and reveling in it.
"Brenda, straddle her face," Veronica ordered.
"A dream come true," Brenda said, having imagined straddling Amy's face every time she tutored her.
"Cum with a U?" Veronica joked, as she watched the nerdish teen straddle the drop-dead gorgeous cheerleader. Almost anyone would have assumed the blonde would be in charge, yet that was the power of sex, normal hierarchies could be completely turned upside down. Today the immutable social strata of high school had been flipped upside down in this very room.
"Definitely with a U," Brenda agreed, as she began rubbing her wet pussy on the cheerleader's face and against her extended eager tongue. She then lifted up a bit and ordered, "Beg for it, you sexy slut."
Amy, having just had Brenda's pussy rubbed all over her face as she tried eagerly to lick it, was desperate to eat that wet cunt, desperate to be used as a submissive slut, so she had no reluctance in begging, "Please use my face for your pleasure, Mistress. Make me your bimbo bitch."
"Good girl," Brenda smiled, as she lowered her cunt back down on her dream girl, just as she felt dominant hands grasping her hips.
"Lean forward, you sexy slut," Veronica ordered, as she positioned her strap-on cock at Brenda's inviting back door.
Brenda obeyed, as she felt Amy eagerly licking her pussy, her orgasm already building, and dying to feel what it was like to be fucked in the ass. It was one thing to have a butt plug in there, but this was a whole new level of involvement, which was enhanced by the tongue busily licking her pussy. She then became the one begging, even as she felt a cock head poking at her asshole, "Please fuck my asshole, Mistress. Fuck your slut good!"
"As you wish," Veronica smiled, as she pushed herself into a four-way tie for first in the competition.
"Ohhhhhhh," Brenda moaned, as a cock filled her ass while her pussy was still being ravished by Amy's eager tongue.
Amy hungrily licked Brenda's tangy twat, loving the submissive act and loving the tantalizing taste.
Veronica began fucking the until-moments-ago anal virgin as Brenda moaned loudly, the pleasure now swarming through her being so much more amazing than her many masturbation nights, "Oh, God!"
"You're such a sexy ass slut," Veronica purred, rubbing the teen's back sensuously and even scratching it a bit as she slowly fucked her.
"So good," Brenda whimpered, her orgasm already about to erupt.
"Come, my ass slut," Veronica ordered, always knowing when a girl was close to coming.
"Oh yes, fuck me Mistress," Brenda moaned, "slam-fuck my asshole."
Veronica began slamming into the teen, knowing that would make the bubble burst and in only a few strokes, Brenda was screaming, perhaps even loud enough to be heard by the customers in the store, "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck meeeee!"
Amy's face was suddenly getting coated with cunt cum and she eagerly lapped up as much as she could, it being her new favourite adult beverage.
Veronica kept slamming into the teen's tight ass for another minute, until Brenda collapsed forward and the cock slipped out of her ass. Wanting an orgasm herself, she cast aside the harness and said, as she hopped onto a desk, flipping her heels off, "Both of you come and worship my feet."
Brenda weakly climbed off Amy and crawled over to her Mistress; Amy's face was wet with the gleam of cunt cum as she rolled off her back, and also crawled to her Mistress.
Both girls massaged her feet with their hands and tongues for a couple of minutes as Veronica grabbed her phone and typed in an update before ordering, "Slut Brenda, come and taste your first cunt."
"Yes, Mistress," Brenda obeyed happily, having been staring at the inviting cunt constantly while she worshipped the nylon-clad foot. Amy was jealous of Brenda as she continued massaging the foot while watching Brenda position herself between their Mistress's legs.
"Good girl," Veronica moaned, as the teen began licking and she snapped a picture of her newest conquest before she looked at her phone to add her latest conquest to see that... oh no!... Portia had also added a third turn just thirteen minutes ago!
Score at 1:45 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Jasmine: 3
Portia: 3
Veronica: 2
She sighed as she added hers to the scoreboard which was now a frustrating five-way tie for first place.
Score at 1:58 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Jasmine: 3
Portia: 3
Veronica: 3
Oblivious to her Mistress's dilemma, Brenda pondered that she had long fantasized licking a pussy, and now that she was doing it, she knew she was indeed bi and perhaps even a lesbian.
Veronica moaned in pleasure but also sighed in simultaneous frustration as she was now tied for first, but still at the bottom of the list... stupid 'V' first name. She needed to seduce another conquest to take the lead if someone else didn't beat her to it, but first she needed an orgasm. She grabbed the back of the rookie licker's head and guided it deeper into her box.
Ten minutes later Veronica had orgasmed, and Brenda was given a red dress. Yes, the gorgeous one.
The final surprise of the turn was what happened as the two teens left: they were holding hands. Something they would do again Monday morning at school, shocking both students and teachers... Amy and Brenda became an adorable egalitarian lesbian couple at school and had a Mistress-pet relationship in the bedroom. And in the locker room, the bathroom and even Mrs. Walker's classroom... with her present, naked and cheering them on, no less!
Veronica smiled at her part in forming what could turn out to be a lifetime relationship... funny how crazy love and lust could be.
She then perused the store, wondering where pet number four might be found.
Amy couldn't believe what she had done today... she'd let a woman m***** her in public; to force her to eat her first pussy (well okay, strongly encouraged her, and once she was on her knees with that fragrant wet pussy in her face she hadn't needed much further encouragement), also in public; and then she'd allowed herself to get pounded by a strap-on in a changing room until she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
In her mind she replayed the surreal encounter over and over as she chose to stay home this evening instead of going to the movies with her boyfriend... feigning a headache... something she'd never done before.
A single lesbian encounter with a woman old enough to be her mother, and now the teenager was no longer sure about her sexuality. Without a doubt, that encounter and that orgasm were the most amazing experiences of her young life.
That night she pleasured herself while recalling all the details of her seduction, exulting in multiple orgasms before scolding herself for getting so consumed.
During all her prior sexual relations she'd been the one in charge... she'd made the decisions... today she hadn't made any of them... today she'd been submissive... a submissive slut... the woman had called her a slut and she hadn't objected, she'd even enjoyed it... this slut wasn't her. Or maybe it had been her, but it certainly wasn't who she wanted to be.
As she drifted off to sleep she told herself she would most definitely not return to that store... she couldn't give away her control like that again.
.....
Of course, the next morning as she woke up, she found herself once again replaying yesterday's lesbian seduction, which got her pussy tingling and begging for some morning attention (something that was very rare... she wasn't a morning person).
She knew then, before she even got out of bed... before she'd even given herself two more orgasms before getting out of bed... she knew that she was returning to that clothing store. For one thing, she still had one free piece of clothing to choose; but the important thing (and the shameful thing) was that she really wanted to eat that pussy and to be fucked again. Both experiences had been like nothing she'd ever experienced before yesterday... but she tried to tell herself it was really for the free clothing.
The question then became who to bring with her... who was she willing to invite along to be seduced as well? Who would she recruit to be a (willing? or unknowing?) accomplice in today's lesbian seduction?
There were preliminary questions:
Who would be most likely to succumb?
Who was available today?
Whose pussy did she want to lick?
Who would most likely be up for some lesbian play with her?
Who would most likely be receptive to becoming (with Mrs. Stone's expert persuasion) Amy's own lesbian plaything? For that would be a wonderful perk!
She had lots of friends. She had lots of high school acquaintances, too.
And as the blonde bombshell contemplated her options... her best friend, any of her fellow cheerleaders, her drama understudy (they were in the middle of Grease rehearsals and she of course was playing Sandy)... and then it hit her. It was so obvious.
There was one girl who would succumb easily; she would definitely be available; she was likely even a closet lesbian, as she often checked Amy out when they were together; the obvious choice was her nerdy, wallflower tutor Brenda.
She phoned Brenda, and as soon as she answered jumped in with, "What are you doing today?" She knew the answer was likely nothing... Brenda was quite a loner... her head always in a book.
"Not much," Brenda responded, surprised, Amy only calling her when she needed some help with math and never on a weekend.
"Good, you're coming shopping with me," Amy said, more as an order than an offer.
"I don't know," Brenda prevaricated, worried this was a trick. Amy had always been nice to her, but many of Amy's popular friends often weren't.
"I'm not asking, I'm saying," Amy clarified before adding, "after all you've done to help me pass math, it's my turn to help you."
"Help me?" Brenda asked skeptically.
"Yes, I have a free item to select at a hip store and I thought I'd treat you."
"I don't know," Brenda repeated, this seeming too good to be true. Truth was, she had a major crush on the blonde, even though she was still undecided whether she was a lesbian or not. She also had crushes on boys after all, but at eighteen years old she was still a virgin to both sexes... although most of her fantasies were of Amy; although she also sometimes fantasized about face sitting and dominating Amy's fellow cheerleaders, all of whom were bitchy. Truth was she mostly loved porn, especially lesbian domination porn, where she got vicarious revenge on her many bullies. She had even bought a strap-on for some hopeful day... the eight-inch cock could also be taken out of the harness and used as a suction cup cock... which she'd used to fuck herself many times in her bedroom or bathroom... another truth was that, behind her nerdy, subdued exterior she was a very horny young woman. All of which boiled down to the reality that when it came to sexual orientation, she didn't know what she was. So far it was all speculation... she hadn't yet kissed a boy or a girl... so whatever fantasy she happened to jill off to on a given day defined which side she was on until the orgasm was over, and she was back to wondering. Except that her major crush was on Amy.
"You're coming," Amy said forcefully, hoping that would soon become a double entendre, "I'll be there in an hour."
"Fine," Brenda replied, trying to imply she was only agreeing because of the nagging, and because Amy was used to getting her way, so fighting it would only extend the inevitable. Although the bright side was the chance to satisfy her curiosity about what going shopping with a fashion queen like Amy would be like.
Brenda had her own unique fashion sense... one she was often mocked for... a mixture of late sixties and early seventies...aka her musical hero Janis Joplin whom she looked a lot like... although only older adults ever made that connection, her peers not having a clue who Janis Joplin was, or thinking Big Brother was a lame reality show, and not a great late-60s psychedelic blues band.
That said, unbeknownst to her peers, she usually sported some unique fashion beneath her hippie rock-ish attire: she wore sexy lingerie that no one except her ever knew about. Brenda didn't mind keeping her unmentionables unmentioned, as she only wore them to feel sexy for herself. After all, the only one getting her off was herself anyway; well, herself plus a variety of sex toys she'd ordered online through Wish during the past few months. From vibrators, to the fore-mentioned strap-on plus some anal toys... China made great, affordable sex toys, although her patience often wore thin waiting for them to arrive, sometimes taking as long as six weeks to meander across the Pacific.
Since her mother owned a lingerie shoppe, she also had a free supply of lace bras, thongs, garter-belts and stockings, thigh highs, nipple clamps (she liked the pressure on her very sensitive large nipples and no, those she bought online), and occasionally crotchless pantyhose.
So, deciding to be secretly naughty as she went out with her popular friend (although she wasn't sure 'friend' was the correct term), Brenda dressed slutty as fuck underneath her long, hippy dress. For extra kinkiness she went all out: a butt plug and nipple clamps. For a touch more sexiness, she used a thong to keep the butt plug from falling out, a garter-belt and stockings, and open toed sandals.
Amy, in hopes of a sequel to yesterday for herself and not just for Brenda, wore a tight sweater without a bra, a black skirt that barely covered the tops of the lace-top thigh highs her seductress had given her, and chose to go commando, to provide easy access to her pussy, which was already wet with anticipation even though she hadn't even left home yet.
Although she felt a bit guilty for potentially directing Brenda into the crosshairs of an amazingly competent seductress, she also thought she might even be doing this shy girl a favour... she was pretty sure the cute nerd was a lesbian... or at least a wannabe lesbian... and now that her own sexuality had been challenged and her lesbian side awakened, she wanted to have someone closer to home than Mrs. Stone to experiment with. As a potential sex partner, but also as a potential failed seduction, Brenda seemed pretty low risk... she wasn't a close friend and yet she was cute.
Amy picked her up and wasn't surprised to see Brenda wearing her usual attire, something like her parents may have worn in high school. That was one more reason to choose Brenda... she needed a new wardrobe... badly... she could serve as Amy's own trifecta makeover... from nerd to chic ... from somewhat straight to lesbian... from tutor to plaything.
Brenda got in the car and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Shopping," Amy said as she pulled away from the curb.
"That's already been established," Brenda objected.
"Shopping in a quaint little clothing shoppe," Amy elaborated, before adding, "I know the owner."
"Okay," Brenda said as she snuck glances at Amy, admiring her beauty like she always did. Amy was her number one fantasy, her English teacher Mrs. Walker was her number two, and Jake the football quarterback her number three. She could tell Amy was wearing thigh highs, as the short skirt was riding up while she drove.
This intrigued the shy, curious nerd. Her glances couldn't help becoming stares.
Amy was used to having people stare at her and noticed Brenda studying not only her, but particularly her stockings. She asked, putting her right hand to her lace top stockings, "Ever wear these?"
Brenda, hoping to impress the blonde beauty, to show off that she could be sexy underneath her bland exterior, lifted up her own dress to show off her garter belt and stockings, "I'm more a garter and stockings kinda girl."
Amy smiled, glad of a stoplight so she could admire the sexy lingerie, "Well, remind me not to judge a book by its cover."
"I'm a page turner," Brenda quipped, trying to be witty, and then realizing she had no idea what this expression (that she'd once heard someone else say) actually meant.
"I bet you are," Amy said, with a hint of sexy innuendo in her tone.
"Do you always wear thigh highs?" Brenda asked.
"Actually, today is my first time," Amy admitted. "I didn't even know such hosiery existed until I was in this quaint store yesterday."
"Oh?" Brenda said, thinking it was strange to dress up sexy to go shopping and wondered, with a bit of hope, that Amy might be curious about trying out a girl.
"Do you usually wear a garter and stockings underneath your clothes?" Amy asked, genuinely intrigued to hear the answer.
"Often," Brenda answered in an attempt to appear worldly wise and breezy, sensing by Amy's face and tone she had the blonde goddess intrigued, so she added, "at other times I wear thigh highs similar to yours, or on occasion, crotchless pantyhose."
"Crotchless pantyhose?" Amy asked, this little nerd impressing her with more and more surprises.
Brenda added, not sure if Amy knew what crotchless pantyhose were, and also wanting to show the cheerleader she was more than just a smart cookie, "Yeah, those are pantyhose with a generous hole woven in for the vagina and ass."
"You really are a little spitfire in disguise," Amy smiled, moving her hand to the complex nerd's leg and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Brenda's pussy tingled at the brief but intimate touch.
Amy added, as she felt Brenda's sheer, soft stockings, "These are really soft."
"Imported from France." Brenda bragged, hoping this familiarity might lead to her being touched elsewhere.
"Really?" Amy asked, feeling the seductress may turn out to be the one seduced.
"My mom owns a lingerie shoppe," Brenda revealed.
"Well, that makes sense," Amy nodded, putting both hands on the steering wheel as she passed a cop.
Brenda, now feeling far more confident than ever before, and trying to become the seductress she always saw herself as in her fantasies, moved her hand to Amy's nylon-clad leg and said, "These ones are soft, too."
Amy was surprised by the normally shy Brenda's forwardness as she joked, "I'm not sure if these are imported or not."
Brenda gave a gentle, flirtatious squeeze, before moving her hand away and saying, "They're sexy soft."
"That's a cute alliteration," Amy said, as she pulled into Mrs. Stone's parking lot.
"Sexy, sheer silk stockings stimulate sultry sensations," Brenda improvised, still trying to be sly and seductive.
"You're an enigma," Amy admired, as she parked the car.
"I can be a lot of things," Brenda responded, her blunt innuendo shocking both Amy and herself.
"Let's see if that's true," Amy said, giving the cute nerd's leg another squeeze before getting out of the car.
Brenda followed, her head in a daze... experiencing a mixture of the lust she felt and the shock at who she was perhaps becoming. This afternoon could either lead to something wonderful with Amy... or to the world's cruelest practical joke. She decided to go with it for now and hope for the best.
Veronica was annoyed; she saw the two quick points claimed by Carol of all people, just past noon today, and now it was almost two o'clock and she was still cunt-muncher-less for the day. And she could only expect the others to be adding even more tallies to the scoreboard as the day progressed. She was determined to win this contest. She was perusing both the girls and the ladies in her store for possibilities, when she saw Amy from yesterday walking in... with a friend!... the friend was a cute, nerdy type that she instantly knew was ripe for the licking. She hadn't had a threesome in a while, and although it would only count as one point since she'd already seduced Amy, a threesome would be fun.
Veronica looked the fashion-challenged girl over, and she could see that sexually she was a lost soul... a perceptive gift she'd always had. She also noticed that, not surprisingly, Amy was wearing the nylons she'd given her yesterday.
Veronica sauntered over to her newest pet and greeted, "My sweet Amy, welcome back, and I see you brought me a friend."
Amy nodded, "I did, ma'am, this is my good friend Brenda."
Brenda was flattered to hear the words 'good friend' as she extended her hand and offered warmly, "Nice to meet you, ma'am."
Veronica pulled the cute girl into a close embrace and said, as their breasts pressed promisingly against each other's, "Please call me Ms. Veronica."
"Okay, Ms. Veronica," Brenda agreed, as she felt hands on her ass. They weren't squeezing or anything nefarious, maybe they were even carelessly innocent, but they were definitely on her ass.
Veronica pushed Brenda to arm's length by the shoulders, looked her up and down and said with a smile, "My dear, I think you need a fashion makeover."
"I'm a little stuck in the sixties and seventies," Brenda joked, although it wasn't actually a joke... she didn't only dress like it was the late sixties, but that was her musical preference too. In addition to Janis Joplin, there was Fleetwood Mac, Jimmy Hendrix, Canned Heat, Led Zeppelin and Chicago.
"I think we can help you keep your old school style if you prefer it, but still sexy you up," Veronica said.
"Um, I..." Brenda began, this shoppe looking a little out of her price range, actually a lot out of her price range.
Amy, reading Brenda's concern said, "It's on me, girlfriend. It's the least I can do for all you've done for me."
"I didn't do much," Brenda denied bashfully, beginning to feel a bit like she was on one of those makeover shows.
"I wouldn't be passing math if it weren't for you," Amy testified in support of her point, which was embarrassingly true.
Veronica took Brenda's hand and said, "Not to worry, come with me."
"What about me?" Amy asked, worried she might be left out of what she was pretty sure would be a lesbian seduction... and one she wanted to at least witness live.
"You come too," Veronica said, slightly stressing the word 'come' in a way that would reassure Amy of her intentions, but likely go unnoticed by the prey.
"Great," Amy said, before adding, "she really needs a complete makeover."
"Not completely complete," Brenda worried, as she was led past the obvious change rooms for the public and into a larger back room with a sign, Staff Only. She asked, "Is this where all the makeovers transpire?"
"Most," Veronica agreed, thinking of the plethora of girls and women she'd seduced in this room.
Amy joked with foreshadowing words, "My makeover yesterday was life-changing."
"Really?" Brenda asked, not seeing any difference in Amy today other than perhaps the nylons... and the invitation to go out today.
"Yes," Amy said, not sure what more to say without giving away what likely lay ahead for her friend.
Veronica added, "Attraction in a woman is defined by many things: looks, brains and personality are all important, but fashion is the fourth aspect... put them all together and voila! you have the perfect woman."
Brenda joked, "Well I'm considered pretty brainy, so I got one out of four."
Veronica heard the insecurity spilling out of the cute girl and walked over to her, took her hands in hers and said, "Sweetheart, you are a beautiful young woman, and I'm not just talking about skin deep."
Brenda laughed softly, "No, I've looked in mirrors, and I'm not."
Amy added, feeling sorry for her somewhat friend, "Brenda, you are very beautiful."
Brenda could feel a warmth growing inside her at the complementary compliments arriving from two sources.
Veronica continued, "True beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that begins with believing in yourself. In other words, if you behold yourself as beautiful then others will too."
"Why do you wear a garter belt and stockings beneath your clothes?" Amy asked, trying to help move the seduction along, while also helping with the unhidden point of this conversation.
"Are you wearing them now?" Veronica asked, as she raised Brenda's dress to reveal that indeed she was. "Well, you are a bit of an enigma, aren't you?"
"Usually just in my own mind," Brenda chuckled awkwardly, surprised to have her dress lifted up by a relative stranger, "although Amy called me one just before we came in."
"See? Corroboration! But in your mind is where it needs to start," Veronica nodded, as she dropped the dress back down. "The rest is about living it."
"Flaunt what you got," Amy added.
"Exactly," Veronica agreed, as she walked over to a rack of elegant clothing.
Amy went over to Brenda and said, "I wasn't just saying that, Brenda. I do think you're very pretty, and kind of sexy."
"Only kind of?" Brenda asked, now feeling flattered enough to fish for more. "You either think I'm sexy or you don't."
"Okay," Amy laughed, "You are sexy, especially when I discovered you dress a little kinky beneath your unflattering clothes."
"Are they actually unflattering?" Brenda asked, thinking they were just old school.
"They don't let anyone see the shape of your body," Amy explained. As she cupped her own breasts she added, "this push-up bra enhances my tits, which is why I wear it."
"I often don't even wear a bra," Brenda shrugged.
"So bohemian of you," Amy joked.
"It's my style," Brenda replied.
"Are you wearing one now?" Amy asked.
"Yes," Brenda nodded.
"Take off your dress," Amy ordered.
"W-w-what? W-w-why?" Brenda stammered, even though these were words she had fantasized hearing from Amy more than once.
"So you can try this on," Veronica answered, returning with a classic red dress.
"Oh my," Brenda said, gazing at the dress. It was gorgeous!
"You'll look amazing in it," Amy promised, as she moved her hands to Brenda's dress and began lifting it off over the stunned girl. Oh my god! Nobody's ever seen me in this sexy stuff before, not even my mom. And she's the one who gives it to me!
Veronica experienced her next surprise when she saw the sexy lingerie underneath this girl's clothing. It wasn't something she'd ever seen on a teen she was seducing. Lace bra and garter-belt and a thong! She was indeed a little minx behind her deceptive exterior... something she'd seen in many women, but never to this extent in a teen. "Wow sweetheart, you really are a complex number!"
Amy too was surprised by what she was seeing. This nerdish girl had been hiding an amazing body... and lingerie that was way sexier than anything she'd ever worn. She said as much, "Wow, your body is even hotter than mine."
"You're hilarious," Brenda deflected as she was being stared at by a pretty stranger and a hot cheerleader.
"I'm dead serious," Amy said, staring avidly at her nerdish friend.... who was suddenly not so nerdy after all.
"I'm not falling into the trap of comparing you two," Veronica said, impressed by the tight body of the nerd, "but you definitely have an amazingly ripe body. Besides, Amy already knows how beautiful I think she is."
"Thank you," the flattered Brenda responded.
"Yes, thank you," echoed Amy.
"And this lingerie is hot," Veronica added, as she moved around to check out her prey from behind.
"My mom owns a lingerie store and..." Brenda was explaining just as the older woman gasped.
"Oh my," Veronica gasped, as she saw the butt end of a butt plug barely held in place by the tiny thong.
Brenda's eyes went big at the realization that she'd just been caught with a plug in her ass... she'd totally forgotten she was wearing it, since she'd become so accustomed to wearing it whenever she was out, at school and even in church.
"Oh my what?" Amy wanted to know, as she hurried around and also spotted the surprise.
"Enigma is definitely the word for you," Amy said, as she moved back around Brenda.
She remained speechless as Amy suddenly stepped close and kissed her.
Veronica smiled, as her newest pet was already well on her way to becoming a great asset. Since she was still standing behind Brenda, she took hold of the teen's bra and unclasped it.
Brenda was stunned, as an intriguing situation suddenly exploded into an amazing one! From out of the blue Amy, her dream girl, was kissing her; but even more overwhelming was to feel her bra being unclasped by a relative stranger. This was really happening... this must be the prelude to something sexual... just like in the movies! She hesitated only briefly before returning the kiss... her first real kiss with anyone ever. It was tender and sweet... even as her entire body melted at the touch of both seductresses.
Veronica whispered, choosing to use a sweet seduction which was rare for her, she tended more towards aggression, but sensing this young girl was more than ripe for the picking, "You're so beautiful, Brenda."
Brenda was glowing with the compliments and melting under the touches as she felt the older woman's hands go to her ass. This time they were anything but innocent as they squeezed, probed and caressed her, and she loved it.
Veronica asked, "Have you ever been with a girl?"
Amy broke the kiss and Brenda admitted as she stared into Amy's eyes, "No, never."
"But you want to be, don't you, my pet?" Veronica whispered, as she gently pushed the toy deeper into the teen's ass to establish the hierarchy in a subtle, soft way.
"God yes," Brenda moaned, still not breaking eye contact with Amy, as she noticed the term 'pet', a term she'd encountered online that turned her on.
Amy asked, confident she knew the answer, "Have you ever fantasized about me?"
"Only like every day," Brenda answered, completely captivated by what was happening and deciding to just let it all out. This was no practical joke, this was her dreams being fulfilled.
"What do you fantasize?" Amy asked.
"I'm a little embarrassed to say," Brenda admitted, suddenly not so sure she did want to let it all out.
"There's no reason to be embarrassed, my pet," Veronica crooned, as she pulled the thong down the teen's legs. "There's no shame in fantasy."
Brenda summoned her resolve and blurted it right out: "You being my sex slave!" as she raised each foot to allow the older woman to finish removing her thong, but meanwhile totally astounding both Amy and Veronica! They both had, not surprisingly, assumed it would be the other way around.
"Really?" Amy asked.
"And all my bullies, too," Brenda added, feeling a rush of power at the stunned look on Amy's face, "I even bought a strap-on for the hopeful day."
"Well, you can fuck me anytime you want," Amy offered sincerely, before explaining (unnecessarily) to Veronica, "I like someone who knows what she wants."
Months of reading and watching porn, not to mention writing some herself, took over, and Brenda ordered, "Knees."
Amy felt a gush of wetness in her cunt at receiving such an order from the normally meek nerd. She obeyed, "Yes, Brenda."
"It's Mistress Brenda," Brenda corrected, briefly forgetting there was another person here until she felt the plug in her ass being plucked out.
"Yes, Mistress Brenda," Amy corrected herself, in awe of this suddenly strong-willed woman. She was also dying to taste her pussy. Would it taste different than Veronica's had yesterday?
Veronica had watched this taming in awe, watching a Mistress in the making, as she strolled over to the cupboard where she kept her wide range of toys. She removed her skirt and fastened her favourite strap-on in place as she continued to watch the lesbian teen act unfold.
Brenda glanced back and saw the older woman putting on a strap-on, hopefully to fuck her with, as she asked Amy using words she'd only ever read in stories before, "Do you want to eat my cunt, slut?"
Amy was stunned once again at being called a 'slut', this time by a girl she'd never before even heard swear. Who had actually apologized for saying 'darn' once. Yet, it turned her on and she admitted the truth, "Yes, Mistress Brenda, I'm dying to eat your cunt."
"You'll be my little cunt-licking slut whenever I beckon you?" Brenda continued the informal ritual, reveling in this realization of the power she had fantasized about for so long.
"I'm now your cheerleading cunt-munching sex slave twenty-four-seven," Amy answered, the cunt in front of her face so tantalizingly close that she had to have it, and somehow this just felt right. This domination was way more sexually stimulating than any sex she'd ever had with a boy. She knew then and there she was a lesbian. Not curious, not bi, but a complete cunt-craving lesbian.
"Get licking, slut," Brenda snapped, grabbing the back of her dream girl's head and pulling it into her cunt, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her. A rush so much more powerful than she'd ever imagined in any of her fantasies. The reality was she'd never thought this possible, yet now that it was happening she was going to ride the high.
Amy began licking, getting her own adrenaline rush at being used so roughly. She'd had no idea she was a submissive, and yet now after two days of obeying two Dommes, she knew what she was.
Veronica was watching in quiet pride when her phone buzzed.
She glanced at the phone and cursed to herself; Crystal had now gotten her third turn. This was getting ridiculous! How could she be tied for last? She'd expected some competition, but trailing a submissive like Carol was inexcusable; she needed to finish this turn herself, to at least get back into a tie for first.
Score at 1:42 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Jasmine: 3
Portia: 2
Veronica: 2
She walked over to the standing teen getting licked and said, "Want to get ass fucked?"
"Is a cheerleader eating my cunt?" Brenda asked rhetorically.
"Yes, she most certainly is," Veronica laughed as she cupped Brenda's tits. She then said, "Let's get into a more comfortable position."
"Yes, Mistress," Brenda said, wanting to make it clear she was happy to be a switch: both a mistress and a pet.
"Lie down on your back, Amy," Veronica ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," Amy responded, now having not one, but two mistresses and reveling in it.
"Brenda, straddle her face," Veronica ordered.
"A dream come true," Brenda said, having imagined straddling Amy's face every time she tutored her.
"Cum with a U?" Veronica joked, as she watched the nerdish teen straddle the drop-dead gorgeous cheerleader. Almost anyone would have assumed the blonde would be in charge, yet that was the power of sex, normal hierarchies could be completely turned upside down. Today the immutable social strata of high school had been flipped upside down in this very room.
"Definitely with a U," Brenda agreed, as she began rubbing her wet pussy on the cheerleader's face and against her extended eager tongue. She then lifted up a bit and ordered, "Beg for it, you sexy slut."
Amy, having just had Brenda's pussy rubbed all over her face as she tried eagerly to lick it, was desperate to eat that wet cunt, desperate to be used as a submissive slut, so she had no reluctance in begging, "Please use my face for your pleasure, Mistress. Make me your bimbo bitch."
"Good girl," Brenda smiled, as she lowered her cunt back down on her dream girl, just as she felt dominant hands grasping her hips.
"Lean forward, you sexy slut," Veronica ordered, as she positioned her strap-on cock at Brenda's inviting back door.
Brenda obeyed, as she felt Amy eagerly licking her pussy, her orgasm already building, and dying to feel what it was like to be fucked in the ass. It was one thing to have a butt plug in there, but this was a whole new level of involvement, which was enhanced by the tongue busily licking her pussy. She then became the one begging, even as she felt a cock head poking at her asshole, "Please fuck my asshole, Mistress. Fuck your slut good!"
"As you wish," Veronica smiled, as she pushed herself into a four-way tie for first in the competition.
"Ohhhhhhh," Brenda moaned, as a cock filled her ass while her pussy was still being ravished by Amy's eager tongue.
Amy hungrily licked Brenda's tangy twat, loving the submissive act and loving the tantalizing taste.
Veronica began fucking the until-moments-ago anal virgin as Brenda moaned loudly, the pleasure now swarming through her being so much more amazing than her many masturbation nights, "Oh, God!"
"You're such a sexy ass slut," Veronica purred, rubbing the teen's back sensuously and even scratching it a bit as she slowly fucked her.
"So good," Brenda whimpered, her orgasm already about to erupt.
"Come, my ass slut," Veronica ordered, always knowing when a girl was close to coming.
"Oh yes, fuck me Mistress," Brenda moaned, "slam-fuck my asshole."
Veronica began slamming into the teen, knowing that would make the bubble burst and in only a few strokes, Brenda was screaming, perhaps even loud enough to be heard by the customers in the store, "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck meeeee!"
Amy's face was suddenly getting coated with cunt cum and she eagerly lapped up as much as she could, it being her new favourite adult beverage.
Veronica kept slamming into the teen's tight ass for another minute, until Brenda collapsed forward and the cock slipped out of her ass. Wanting an orgasm herself, she cast aside the harness and said, as she hopped onto a desk, flipping her heels off, "Both of you come and worship my feet."
Brenda weakly climbed off Amy and crawled over to her Mistress; Amy's face was wet with the gleam of cunt cum as she rolled off her back, and also crawled to her Mistress.
Both girls massaged her feet with their hands and tongues for a couple of minutes as Veronica grabbed her phone and typed in an update before ordering, "Slut Brenda, come and taste your first cunt."
"Yes, Mistress," Brenda obeyed happily, having been staring at the inviting cunt constantly while she worshipped the nylon-clad foot. Amy was jealous of Brenda as she continued massaging the foot while watching Brenda position herself between their Mistress's legs.
"Good girl," Veronica moaned, as the teen began licking and she snapped a picture of her newest conquest before she looked at her phone to add her latest conquest to see that... oh no!... Portia had also added a third turn just thirteen minutes ago!
Score at 1:45 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Jasmine: 3
Portia: 3
Veronica: 2
She sighed as she added hers to the scoreboard which was now a frustrating five-way tie for first place.
Score at 1:58 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Jasmine: 3
Portia: 3
Veronica: 3
Oblivious to her Mistress's dilemma, Brenda pondered that she had long fantasized licking a pussy, and now that she was doing it, she knew she was indeed bi and perhaps even a lesbian.
Veronica moaned in pleasure but also sighed in simultaneous frustration as she was now tied for first, but still at the bottom of the list... stupid 'V' first name. She needed to seduce another conquest to take the lead if someone else didn't beat her to it, but first she needed an orgasm. She grabbed the back of the rookie licker's head and guided it deeper into her box.
Ten minutes later Veronica had orgasmed, and Brenda was given a red dress. Yes, the gorgeous one.
The final surprise of the turn was what happened as the two teens left: they were holding hands. Something they would do again Monday morning at school, shocking both students and teachers... Amy and Brenda became an adorable egalitarian lesbian couple at school and had a Mistress-pet relationship in the bedroom. And in the locker room, the bathroom and even Mrs. Walker's classroom... with her present, naked and cheering them on, no less!
Veronica smiled at her part in forming what could turn out to be a lifetime relationship... funny how crazy love and lust could be.
She then perused the store, wondering where pet number four might be found.
Elle
- 04.11.2020
- 15
- 0
