Mary was getting tired and slightly frustrated. It was a stifling hot day, and she was going door to door selling raffle tickets for the school in Africa her church was sponsoring.
She understood that the economy had slowed down, but to her, even in tough times, by giving of yourself to others you prospered.
This philosophy came from her strong Christian upbringing, and the fact her father was the entire church ministry of their small town… although the number of parishioners had fallen short of every reasonable benchmark since her family had moved to town and she had become part of the church.
Plus, Mary had done a lot of visiting in the African community before her senior year and seen the positive impact the church had there. Yet, it also broke her heart to see the excessive suffering in third world countries while her peers back home whined about nonessentials like cell phones, cars and so forth. The term ‘first world problems’ never being more true than now.
So after an hour of rejections sandwiched between recurring bouts of wading through heat waves shimmering on the sidewalk, she was relieved to see the smiling face of Mrs. Taylor greeting her when the door opened.
“Hi, Mrs. Taylor,” Mary smiled warmly like she had at every open door.
“Well, hi, Mary, come in from the heat for a minute,” Gloria offered, gesturing the cute teen into her home, “it must be a hundred degrees out there.”
“Ninety-seven,” Mary clarified. Thrilled to be standing in an air-conditioned home, the sudden change from hot to comfortable feeling really nice.
“What are you selling?” Gloria asked, astonished that the teen was wearing nylons in such heat.
Gloria wore nylons often herself, usually thigh highs, but at the moment she was in a dressing gown, having been interrupted from the orgasm she’d been in the middle of self-stimulating while she watched lesbian porn. She often got herself off on hot Saturday afternoons like today while the hubby was out golfing and the kids were at the lake with friends.
But Gloria suddenly found herself reconsidering her afternoon plans. Gloria was a bisexual woman, like many of the women in the community, and she had a wicked idea… could she turn the minister’s daughter?
Gloria loved seducing young girls, having already corralled not one, not two, but three of her daughter’s friends… the last one while her daughter was downstairs with two other friends during a sleepover. She loved the rush, the risk, and the challenge.
And this would be the ultimate conquest: the minister’s daughter.
“Raffle tickets,” Mary answered.
“For what?”
“The African mission.”
“Ohhhh,” Gloria said, escorting the cute teen into her living room, “Come on in.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Mary thanked, happy for a moment’s relief from the heat and hopefully the chance of selling some raffle tickets.
“Take a seat,” Gloria offered, waving towards the easy chair. “I’m going to get you some lemonade.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Mary objected politely, although she was indeed thirsty.
“Don’t be silly,” Gloria objected back, waving her hand. “It’s a sauna out there and you must be dying of thirst.
“I guess I could use some; thank you,” Mary nodded.
Gloria went to the kitchen and poured two glasses, including the one she planned to spill all over her ripe, young prey.
Giddy with anticipation at the likelihood of this virginal teen being turned into her newest pussy munching sex slave, she returned to the living room, went to hand Mary a glass, and ‘accidentally’ tripped, spilling not one, but two full glasses of cold lemonade all over the shocked teen.
“Aaaah!!” Mary screamed, as the ice cold lemonade soaked through her sundress and onto her skin.
“I’m so sorry,” Gloria apologised, in Oscar winning performance mode, as she acted completely mortified by her clumsiness.
“It’s okay,” Mary said, standing up. She joked, “I was so hot and sweaty, that kind of felt nice.”
Gloria smiled at just how sweet and innocent the young brunette was. So ripe for the licking.
As Mary was plucking the wet, clinging dress away from her body, Gloria ordered, “Arms up.”
“What?” Mary asked, complying, but before she knew what was happening, Mrs. Taylor had swept her wet dress over her head and completely off of her.
“I’ll just throw this in the wash quickly, we don’t want it to stain,” Gloria explained, slyly.
“It’s… it’s… okay,” Mary stammered, shocked to be suddenly standing in front of a church acquaintance wearing only her underwear and pantyhose.
“No, no,” Gloria feigned caring urgency, as she admired the teen’s very impressive body hid well in her usually conservative attire and voiced further crocodile concern, saying, “Oh no, your bra is soaked too.”
Gloria then quickly reached around the girl, unclasped the bra and removed it.
Mary’s eyes went big; she was suddenly topless.
Before the teen could protest, Gloria quickly left the room and put the dress and bra in the washing machine, her pussy already tingling at what she hoped would happen next.
Mary stood paralyzed with shock, trying to process how she’d gone from fully dressed to almost naked in less than fifteen seconds. And what should she do now?
She looked around and was thankful to see the front curtains were closed against anyone passing by, as she felt a chill go up her spine from the cold lemonade and the air-conditioning. She was embarrassed to notice that her nipples were hard. Perhaps Mrs. Taylor wouldn’t notice if she covered them with her hands. In any case, that would be the modest thing to do.
She considered sitting back down, but the seat of the chair was wet with lemonade.
She considered going to the washroom for a towel, but she didn’t know where it was, having never been inside the Taylors’ before, and didn’t want to intrude where she wasn’t invited.
So she stood there… feeling completely vulnerable and awkward.
Gloria returned and smiled internally when she saw the cute, big busted teen standing in her living room covering her breasts. She reassured connivingly, “It’s okay, Mary. I’ve seen breasts before.”
“I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before,” Mary admitted, now shivering from the cold.
“Not even in gym?” Gloria asked.
“I haven’t taken gym since my freshman year, the last year we had to,” Mary explained. “I’ve taken an all-academic work load every year since.”
“That’s admirable,” Gloria nodded, as she walked up to the nervous teen. “Then how do you keep your body in such great shape? I mean, you don’t have an inch of fat on you.”
Mary was surprised when Mrs. Taylor’s hands moved to her waist. She was also surprised by how warm her hands were.
Gloria grabbed the teen’s wrists and moved them to the sides of her breasts as she crooned, “Oh my, your nipples are rock hard.”
Mary looked down at her breasts and saw Mrs. Taylor was indeed right; they were even harder than she’d thought. Shyness and guilt coursed through her. She justified defensively, “It’s chilly in here.”
“Yes, we should get you some clothing,” Gloria nodded, as she took the dazed teen by the hand and led her to her bedroom.
Once inside, Gloria offered, “Can you give me a moment? You caught me in the middle of something.”
On the bed was her laptop with a porn video playing that her prey couldn’t see, but could definitely hear, and her magic wand was lying on the bed, as was her vibrator… she often used both to get the most intense orgasms.
Mary nodded, “Sure, Mrs. Taylor.”
“You’re a sweetheart,” Gloria smiled, as she dropped the robe, suddenly completely naked, except for a pair of wet panties which she quickly tugged down and tossed into the laundry hamper.
Mary was stunned. Mrs. Taylor was naked in front of her! Adding to her confusion was the audio coming from her computer… it sounded unmistakably like sex.
Mary wasn’t a complete prude… she knew that some people had sex… had even heard her parents ‘doing it’ once… and had experienced the misfortune on occasion of hearing boys and girls talking crudely about sex.
But she was a virgin and planned to stay that way until she met the man she was going to marry… most likely in the distant future after she finished college.
Physical love was a union between a man and a woman and was described in the Bible only as ‘knowing’ each other. Or sometimes as ‘lying together’. But she thought that was probably fair enough; it wasn’t intended to be an instruction manual.
Gloria went to her dresser drawer, pulled out a thong, thigh highs and a garter belt, her seduction going exactly as planned.
She put the garter on, and then sat on the bed and rolled a stocking up her leg.
Mary was confused about what kind of pantyhose those were. She wore the regular kind every day, as both her parents told her they were what proper classy ladies wore, pointing to Princess Kate.
Mary also could hear what sounded like two women on the computer. One was moaning, “Oh yes, you little slut, eat my cunt.” Mary’s eyes went big at the inappropriate talk, especially the use of the forbidden ‘c’ word.
Gloria donned the second stocking and then stood up. She feigned having problems hooking the garter to the stockings and sighed, “Darn it, stupid arthritis. Mary, could you be a dear and hook this up for me?”
“Um, sure,” Mary nodded, feeling completely uncomfortable, but always unable to say no to someone, especially an adult, even as the audio from the computer continued, “Yes, yes, get that tongue in my box, you eager beaver!”
Mary went to Mrs. Taylor and bent down to clasp the stockings, her cheeks burning red from the movie, being almost naked and now doing this.
Gloria suggested, “It’s easier to do that from your knees,” smiling at the naughtiness of the porn scene, creating the perfect scandalous setting for her seduction… happy she had left it playing when she headed downstairs to see who was at the door… never imagining she would be creating her own real-life porn scene instead.
Mary assumed Mrs. Taylor knew what she was talking about and lowered herself to her knees even as she realized she was suddenly staring directly at the woman’s vagina. A vagina that had no hair on it! How was that even possible? Did she shave it? Why would anyone shave down there? How did she possibly get all the little hairs out from all those crevices?
Gloria smiled at how obedient and easily suggestible the teen was, and at how absorbed she had instantly become in studying her waxed pussy. This would be her easiest seduction ever.
Mary, her hands trembling for some reason, fastened the clasps for Mrs. Taylor and then stood back up.
Gloria smiled, “Thanks, dear. Enjoy your fast metabolism while you’re young. Eventually you’ll have to work your ass off to keep that sexy figure.”
“You look beautiful,” Mary complimented, trying to be nice, but also sincerely thinking Mrs. Taylor was very pretty.
“Hardly! My tits sag, and I need to lose ten pounds,” Gloria complained, trying to draw her in, even though the truth was that her tits were still spectacular and firm, and she was fit as a fiddle and didn’t need to lose anything.
“No, you’re perfect,” Mary complimented, feeling bad for Mrs. Taylor and all females who succumbed to the trap of a male definition of beauty that no woman could live up to. This was one of the many reasons she concealed her body behind loose clothing most of the time.
“You’re a sweetheart,” Gloria smiled as she grabbed the teen’s wrists, moving her hands under her own breasts. “But feel these, don’t they sag?”
Mary couldn’t believe she was actually holding Mrs. Taylor’s breasts in her hands! They were so big and firm, twice the size of her 34B breasts. She stammered, “T-t-they don’t sag at all, ma’am.”
Gloria smiled, letting go of the teen’s wrists, “Like I said: you’re a sweetheart.”
“Thanks,” Mary replied nervously.
Gloria looked down at Mary’s pantyhose and asked, “Have you ever worn stockings like mine before?”
“No,” Mary shook her head. “Until a moment ago I didn’t really know they even existed.”
Gloria, continuing her aggressive, sly deduction, ordered, “Take your pantyhose off. You need to try on a pair. They will transform you.”
Mary couldn’t believe Mrs. Taylor was so comfortable in her body, still pretty much naked, but not at all shy that she might get stared at, as she said, “That’s okay, Mrs. Taylor. I’m fine.”
Gloria went back to her dresser, grabbed another garter and another pair of stockings and said, “No, I insist. It’s the least I can do after all the trouble I’ve put you through.”
As Mrs. Taylor grabbed the items from the dresser, Mary heard a girl scream, “Oh yes, yes, eat my cunt, finger fuck me, you cunt licking slut!”
What confused Mary almost as much as the reality that Mrs. Taylor was obviously playing lesbian porn and didn’t seem at all embarrassed that Mary could hear it, was the weird feelings suddenly emerging in her body. She felt weird tingles everywhere, and she felt her panties getting wet.
And even though she found it incredibly weird, Mary obediently moved to the edge of Mrs. Taylor’s bed and removed her pantyhose, her hands trembling as she did.
“Yes, you whore, ram that plastic cock right up my ass!”
Mary twitched, startled. People did that?! Why?!
Gloria smiled at how the teen was clearly uncomfortable, yet obeyed her every suggestion with very little resistance.
“Tell me what you want, you little bimbo slut.”
Gloria walked serenely over to her prey as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening and instructed, “Stand up, my dear.”
Mary obeyed, even as she still tried to process how she’d ended up in the current bewildering situation.
“I want it so bad, Principal Abbot, please fuck the hell out of your fuck slut.”
Mary couldn’t believe it was a student and a principal scene.
Gloria put the garter belt on Mary and slyly moved her hand across the back of the teen’s panty-clad ass… the only piece of original clothing still on her.
Mary felt a chill go up her spine as Mrs. Taylor’s hands accidentally touched her fanny… no one had ever touched her so intimately… Even if it was completely innocent.
Gloria instructed her human Barbie doll, “Sit on the edge of the bed, sweetheart.”
Mary again obeyed, not saying anything… having no idea what to say.
“First you can get that fucking tongue deep in my cunt, you stupid little whore, just like you made that nerd do to you.”
Gloria dropped to her knees, rolled a stocking in her hands, lifted up the teen’s right foot and began to roll the stocking up her leg.
Shock kept compounding on shock for Mary as she watched Mrs. Taylor dressing her and listened to porn behind her. It was very weird and awkward, yet it was also causing feelings to grow inside her that she’d never felt before. The strangest tingling was happening in her vagina, and it caused a dampness in her panties.
Once Gloria had one stocking on the teen, the teen’s leg up in the air, she glanced at the teen’s panty-clad pussy and… yes… saw a quarter-sized wet spot that wasn’t from the spill… no, as expected, her seduction was getting Mary excited.
“Finger fuck me too, slut or you’ll be taking English again in summer fucking school.”
Mary was flushed and confused as the sounds, moans and dirty talk on the computer behind her, mixed with Mrs. Taylor’s hands roaming up and down her legs had another gush of wetness leak out of her.
Gloria burst out, “Oh my!”
“What?” asked a very self-conscious Mary; had she done something wrong?
Gloria, pretending she didn’t know that was pussy fluid soaking the panties, exclaimed, as she stroked her fingers across the teen’s pussy, “I spilt so much lemonade, I got them on your panties, too!”
Mary was once again so surprised by the sudden action that before she knew it, Mrs. Taylor had swept her panties down her legs and all the way off her feet.
Gloria examined the panties closely, pretending to assess the stain before moving them to her nose for a long sniff, as Mary stared, mortified. Gloria looked into the air for a few moments as if puzzled, then did her best Eureka act, saying, “Oh, that’s what it is!” Gloria acted all shocked, as she lifted the panties to her nose again, as if confirming the teen’s wetness.
“That’s it, find my g-spot,” the principal moaned loudly.
Mary didn’t say anything, completely humiliated at what she’d accidentally done.
Gloria placed the panties thoughtfully on the end of the bed and looked at Mary as if she were noticing the look of utter embarrassment in the teen for the first time, before reassuring her in a voice dripping with honey, “Mary, it’s okay. We all get excited sometimes.”
“Really?” Mary asked.
Gloria nodded, as she walked to a clothes hamper in the corner and grabbed the panties she’d been wearing a few minutes ago, which she knew were sopping wet. She returned and handed them to Mary, confiding in a low voice as if there were a danger of being overheard, “I was masturbating when you rang my doorbell.”
Mary took the panties and held them, having no idea what to do with them, even as she was shocked by Mrs. Taylor’s admission… although it seemed rather obvious, based on the toys present on the bed, which were still buzzing, and the movie still playing on the laptop.
But Mary had never masturbated… her mother and father had made it fearfully clear that sex of any kind was only to occur once she was married… and even then only when necessary (whatever that meant), and although she had felt a tingling in her vagina on rare occasions… nothing had come anywhere near close to this… nor had she ever soiled her underwear.
Gloria asked, “Feel how wet they are?”
Mary obediently pressed her fingers into the damp fabric, “Yes,” Mary nodded, the panties were indeed quite wet.
“What can I say? I get excited easily,” Gloria shrugged, as she stood right in front of Mary and pointed to her pussy. “See? Just dressing you, the movie playing, and not finishing what I started has me all wet right now.”
Mary looked down at Mrs. Taylor’s vagina and did detect a glistening on the naked lips.
“Oh yes you cunt craving slut, suck on my clit.”
Gloria grabbed the second stocking, smiling to see that Mary was still staring at her pussy and still holding her soiled panties.
Mary watched as Mrs. Taylor dropped back to the carpet near Mary’s feet, and couldn’t help but lift the panties up to her nose… curious what they smelled like.
The scent was strong, but intoxicating… not at all what she would have fathomed if she had ever put any thought into the scent of a woman.
Gloria rolled the second stocking up Mary’s leg, just catching Mary shyly moving her panties away from her face… and confident the church girl would succumb, she was now ready to go for the kill.
“Stand up, sweetheart,” Gloria ordered, just as a woman reached a long, noisy orgasm on the computer.
“Oh yes, yes, eat my cunt, suck my clit, yes, yes, I’m coming you fucking pussy pleasing princess!!!”
As Gloria clasped the garter belt to the stockings she apologized, “Sorry for the nasty talk in the video. I can’t explain it, but such language really gets my juices flowing.”
Mary looked down at Mrs. Taylor who was directly in-between her legs putting the stockings on, the hot breath hitting her thigh.
Mary wasn’t sure if it was the obvious excitement of the actress in the throes of pleasure, or the hot breath so close to her vagina, but another gush of wetness leaked from her, and the softest of moans escaped her lips.
Gloria, of course, heard the moan and turned to look directly at the teen’s hairy vagina, obviously wet. And although Gloria preferred a shaved pussy for easier munching, she also enjoyed the way pubic hair could capture a woman’s unique bouquet.
Gloria smiled, quite obviously gazing into Mary’s pussy, then looked up into her face as she shared, “I see it excites you too.”
Mary stammered, her face and upper chest turning bright red, “I-I-I- don’t know what’s happening to me.”
Gloria finished with the last clasp, but instead of standing back up, answered, “I do, my dear.”
And before Mary knew what was happening, a common bewilderment since she’d walked into Mrs. Taylor’s home, she felt a tongue on her pussy.
Sometimes Gloria just slid a couple of fingers inside a prey, found her g-spot and changed her life forever; other times she shoved a prey’s face in her cunt or simply sat on it; yet today, confident this young woman had never had an orgasm other than perhaps self-induced (although she was beginning to think that this one was even an untouched flower in that regard), she just decided to get her off in the way that only a woman with experience can do (no male can orally please another woman like a woman… it’s just unshared biology that a man can never understand… although the odd man could do a decent job with thorough training… her husband had improved greatly over the years). So Gloria just slowly licked the teen from the bottom of her pussy to the very top, gently drifting over the clit.
“Oh my God!” Mary gasped loudly (and to her further embarrassment, profanely) for multiple reasons. She was completely shocked to feel Mrs. Taylor’s tongue on her vagina; she was equally shocked at the intense wave of pleasure that pulsed through her very being. She’d seen a movie once that had included an out of body experience when the character had died temporarily, and afterward the person had rapturously called it “utterly indescribable!” She felt that she now understood… poised as she now was between indescribable torment and ecstasy!
Mary should have pushed the older woman away as this was definitely a sin… yet, the extreme pleasure she was feeling had her not only paralyzed with indecision and immobility, but desperate for more.
Gloria paused briefly, before slithering back down the teen’s pussy lips… so ripe for the licking… knowing the virginal girl’s orgasm would not take long.
As Mrs. Taylor licked her, Mary was rattled with mixed emotions. She was sinning, she was being subjected to what must be called lesbian sex, and she was enjoying it immensely! She knew she should stop it, she knew it was wrong, but it made no sense that it could be wrong if it felt this good. She stammered, weakly attempting to stop Mrs. Taylor from continuing, even though she didn’t move away at all, “M-M-Mrs….”
Gloria shushed her: “Shhhh, Just relax, dear. Let me show you the pleasure God created exclusively for women.”
For Mary, that was all the logic she needed. God had created her. The Lord had created the feminine form. The Lord had even created her… umm, her… her vagina! And thus, the Lord had to approve of such pleasure as she was now experiencing.
Mary stammered with an abundance of moans, pleasure swarming through her like a penetrating autumn mist. “It-it-it- feels… Oh my… so-so-so… so good!!”
Gloria whispered, “it’s about to get better, my pet,” using a term of submissive endearment for the first time. She knew Mary was too far gone to process the word or attribute any meaning to it, but the seed was now planted, and later would be used again to begin her training.
“Ohhhhh, yes,” Mary moaned, leaning back on the bed for balance. “Please don’t stop.”
“Do you want to come, my pet?” Gloria asked, wanting Mary to give retroactive permission to lick her.
“I- I- I don’t know, Mrs. Taylor. What does come mean?”
This was precious! Could such inexperience and innocence even exist?! She didn’t even know?! Gloria thought way back, trying to remember what it was like when she’d had her very first orgasm. She gave it an attempt while stroking Mary’s pussy lips gently and insistently, to keep her on the brink.
“Mary, are you feeling things right now that you’ve never felt before? Things completely out of the ordinary?”
“Yes, it’s… it’s wonderful and indescribable, and it’s kinda like I’m stuck between one place and another place.”
“That makes sense, my pet. The ‘one place’ is just your everyday feelings. The other place is kind of like your whole body going to an alternate universe where anything is possible. I still remember the first time it happened to me, and I’ve never been the same since, and I always want it to happen again! Would you like me to help you go there?”
“Y-y-yes… yes, please, Mrs… Mrs. Taylor, I think… think I’d like that,” Mary was struggling to get the words out, the pleasure overwhelming her… Physically and mentally.
Gloria decided to finally give Mary the orgasm that had been over eighteen years in the making as she slid a finger into her pussy, quickly found her g-spot and started tapping while simultaneously she moved her tongue to drum the clit… Creating a drum corps of advancing pleasure.
The sudden finger made Mary moan loudly, another shock to her system.
Yet, before Mary could even begin to comprehend the reality that she had a finger inside her, an intense pleasure took over both on the inside and the outside of her vagina as she actually shrieked in ecstasy, “Oh God!” An intense pleasure sent her consciousness spinning into the clouds as fireworks exploded in her head, juice gushed out of her vagina and complete jubilation coursed through every pore of her body.
Gloria was surprised when the teen came… not because it happened so quickly, that she’d expected… but because for only the second time in some thirty seductions, the new pet was a squirter… just like her!
Pussy juice flew out of the flooding cunt with such power that Gloria’s entire face was bathed in cum… even her hair got wet.
Of course Gloria lapped up the heavenly pussy juice like wine…. Although she was a seductress and was often called Mistress by her pets… she was really just a bisexual woman who loved eating cunt and assisting in helping straight women (adults and teens) discover the joys of Sapphic interaction.
“Oooooooh, Mmmmmmhhh, Eeeeoooowww,” and other strange sounds escaped Mary’s lips as she collapsed back onto the bed… her entire body making the bed tremble like it had only a couple times before, when minor earthquakes had shaken the town.
Gloria stood up and, with the satisfaction of a proud mother, watched the teen and her nubile body writhing around. She knew she had awakened a side of Mary that the girl hadn’t even imagined existed! Mary would be her submissive for life.
Mary couldn’t believe such pleasure could exist inside a human body, and as wave after wave of sensations continued to pulse though her, she wondered if they were ever going to end.
Gloria moved the computer off the bed, the long scene now finished and no longer playing, before she climbed onto the bed, straddled the teen’s head and ordered, “Now taste God’s greatest creation for yourself, my pet.”
Mary had felt movement on the bed, but had kept her eyes closed as she lay there in heaven-sent euphoria. When Mrs. Taylor’s words finally penetrated to her brain, she opened her eyes to see Mrs. Taylor’s wet vagina mere inches away, directly above her face.
Mary’s head was still floating in the afterglow and she wasn’t thinking straight at all. As she stared at the hairless vagina hovering above her, it drew her in: the light scent, not as strong as in the panties, the inviting beauty, and Mrs. Taylor’s gentle words.
“Go ahead, Mary, this is your purpose in life, to please others,” Mrs. Taylor said, manipulating the teen with religious obligation.
Mary did like to please others, and Mrs. Taylor had pleased her in a way she hadn’t even known existed… it was the least she could do.
Mary lifted her head up, extended her tongue and licked.
Mrs. Taylor smiled and moaned, a chill going up her spine at another successful turn, “Goooood girl!”
Mary had no idea what a vagina tasted like, it was a question that had never even occurred to her in her eighteen years, thus she was pleasantly surprised when the wetness reached her taste buds. The taste was sweet… Slightly tangy… Oddly exotic… Even fishy… Yet blended together, it was a taste that could only have been created by the Lord.
Mary licked tentatively, and felt a pillow being pushed under her head, making her God-given task a lot more comfortable.
Gloria loved the thrill of the chase and then the climactic end… she also loved the awkward explorations of every first timer. They licked, kissed, probed and meandered with curiosity and wonder. Yet very few of her turns had ever been utter virgins… no, most of her younger conquests had sucked cock they’d found gross, been fucked by some boy too quickly and insensitively, and been orally disappointed by their sexually clueless teen boyfriends. In those cases Gloria was showing her turns what sex could actually be like… and the g-spot orgasms almost always had them crawling back for more.
Mary, on the other hand, was a clean slate, discovering everything for the first time.
Once Mary got a taste of Gloria’s feminine heavenly sweetness, she became more eager, as she licked and probed, wanting more.
Gloria purred, “That’s it, my pet, lick my cunt.”
Hearing the word ‘cunt’ surprised Mary, yet it was just a word. And Mrs. Taylor’s encouraging words helped reassure her even as she noticed for the first time that she was being called ‘pet’.
Gloria enjoyed the clear hierarchy of this position as she slyly conditioned her new pet, but could not ever come in this arrangement. So after two or three minutes, Gloria got off the teen (not sexually, but literally) and moved across the bed and onto her back as she instructed Mary, “Crawl to me, my pet.”
Mary felt a wave of disappointment wash through her when the tantalizing vagina was suddenly taken away from her. She wanted it back. So as soon as she heard Mrs. Taylor’s order, she quickly rolled onto her stomach, tossed the pillow aside and eagerly crawled between Mrs. Taylor’s spread legs and resumed licking.
Gloria smiled as she moaned, continuing the sly conditioning, “Good girl, you’re such a good pet.”
Mary liked hearing Mrs. Taylor moan and encourage her, but was still confused by the term ‘pet’. Yet, the heavenly taste she was hungrily lapping up forestalled any questions.
Mrs. Taylor moved her stocking-clad feet to Mary’s back, gently caressing her as she enjoyed the slow, gentle pussy pleasing.
Mary found the rubbing of her back very nice and it even sent a tingle down her back as she licked more eagerly in this new position. She found it far more comfortable.
It was also more comfortable for Gloria, and her orgasm began to build from the eager submissive’s rambling tongue. She purred, “Oh yes, Mary, you’re a natural pussy pleaser.”
Mary had never sworn in her life, or used any term for a private part of a body that wasn’t socially correct, yet hearing Mrs. Taylor use such terms as ‘pussy’ just sounded right.
Mary, an excellent student, also was learning quickly how to be a good ‘pussy pleaser’. She listened to Mrs. Taylor’s moans, she read the body movements, she mentally mapped the various erogenous zones that triggered moans and responsive physical motions.
As Gloria’s orgasm built, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure. Knowing she was close, she demanded, “Slide a finger in me, my pet. Finger fuck me so you can receive your holy cum baptism.”
Mary couldn’t describe it, but besides being compelled to obey, she loved the idea of a sexual baptism. She slid a finger easily inside Mrs. Taylor’s ‘pussy’ and began pumping, while she simultaneously went to the older woman’s clitoris and began flicking it with her tongue like had been done to her.
Gloria moaned loudly, “Don’t stop, Mary. Lick me, finger fuck me, oh yes.”
Mary was reading Mrs. Taylor’s obvious variety of positive signs, and kept up her double activity, hoping for the holy cum that Mrs. Taylor had promised… the idea of the juices flowing inside a woman being holy was an intriguing, exciting idea.
“Don’t stop, my pet, oh God, oh God, oh God, YESSSSSS!” Gloria screamed, as her orgasm finally hit her, adding the repetitive ‘oh God’ for her religious pet. She added a nonsensical, “Bathe yourself in the holy cum the Lord is offering,” as she too squirted, flooding ‘baptismal fluids’ all over the eagerly lapping teen.
As Mary’s face was suddenly soaked in a flood of cum, Mary kept licking, drunk on the Lord’s heavenly, homemade nectar.
The taste had been heavenly before the full flood of the holy cum, but this was a whole new level of taste that tantalized and enthralled her, and she couldn’t get enough. Mary lapped and lapped, even as the wetness continued spraying all over her.
Gloria basked in the afterglow of both a delightful orgasm and a successful turn… Easily one of her best ever, as she’d taken someone pure and innocent, and opened her up to a new world… one she planned to exploit in this new turn for her own pleasure.
“Come here, my pet,” Gloria ordered.
Mary reluctantly moved from the gift of God and crawled up Gloria, who was sitting up.
Gloria leaned forward and kissed the new pet, Mary’s face shiny with her own wetness, always enjoying her taste from another girl’s lips.
Mary couldn’t believe how soft Mrs. Taylor’s lips were and how natural and nice it felt to be kissed…. the single thing she had done today that she had previously fantasized about a few times… although always thinking of boys.
Gloria slid her tongue in the teen’s open mouth and as expected, Mary mirrored the action.
Mary’s tongue explored Mrs. Taylor’s mouth, just as her own was explored… the simple act intimate and exciting.
Gloria broke the kiss and explained, “Mary, you understand that now that your body has discovered the pleasures that are hidden inside, your body will try to betray you.”
“I don’t understand,” Mary said.
“Once your body discovers the pleasures the Lord has created especially for women it will crave it, it will consume you, and thus you will require constant release,” Gloria explained.
“How?” Mary asked, happy at the prospect of feeling that pleasure again.
“You can masturbate, but that will only alleviate the body’s need for a little while, as masturbation can only do so much, it can’t replicate the pleasure given by another woman,” Gloria explained, drawing the new naïve pet in to become dependent on her.
“Masturbation is a sin,” Mary pointed out, her daddy having said as much many times.
“The church will say lots of things are a sin, but the truth is that the church will use fearmongering to keep you shackled to it,” Gloria continued. “The truth is that the Lord created your body, and thus the pleasures the body can experience, and why would he do that, and then turn around and make it a sin?”
“I don’t know,” Mary answered, the question a deep one.
“The answer is that men have manipulated the Bible and the church so they can remain dominant in the social hierarchy, but that power is dwindling year after year,” Gloria explained, not really lying, as she believed all this to be true.
“I guess,” Mary nodded, as she contemplated the reality that the church at almost all levels other than daycare and Sunday School were led by men.
“So women must stick together, sometimes secretly, as we wait for society to accept the truth spoken by Jesus, which is somewhere in John, although I can’t remember the number or the exact phrase, but it’s something like ‘Love one another as I have loved you.”
Mary nodded, “That’s John 13:34.”
“You know your Bible,” Gloria smiled.
“I read it every day,” Mary admitted.
“Well, that passage I read differently from many people. We must love everyone… and that includes women loving women,” Gloria explained, before adding, “as only women truly understand the female body.”
“I guess,” Mary nodded, trying to process all this.
“But be careful,” Gloria warned, “boys will try to manipulate this newfound pleasure if you allow them to.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Mary promised. “We can keep sex a secret just between the two of us,”
“Good,” Gloria nodded, leaving well enough alone for now, as she got off the bed. “Mary, you are now my pet, and I will train you to understand the human body in all its God created glory.”
“What do you mean by ‘pet,’?” Mary finally asked.
“I will be your goddess,” Gloria said, liking the term that had popped into her head at the last second. “And you will be my disciple, my servant, my pet.”
“Oh,” Mary said, finding the idea of Mrs. Taylor actually guiding her along the way very exciting.
“And I will expect complete loyalty and obedience,” Gloria added.
“Of course,” Mary nodded, this making innate sense to her.
This was going even better than Gloria could have imagined. She continued, “I will expect you to always have your cell phone turned on, and to respond immediately when I beckon you for more training.”
“Of course,” Mary again agreed, without hesitation.
“Tomorrow you will wear these thigh highs and no panties,” Gloria explained.
“No panties?” Mary questioned.
“Does a servant ever question their Master?” Gloria questioned sternly.
“S-s-sorry,” Mary apologized, guilt rushing through her at disobeying.
“You’re forgiven,” Gloria said. “But I know what’s best for you. For example, now that your body has discovered the pleasures of the flesh, sometimes your pussy will need to be free for purity cleansing.”
“Oh, that makes sense,” Mary nodded, although she was worried her juices might leak out of her, as she couldn’t seem to stop them right now.
“Good,” Gloria nodded, as she went downstairs and put Mary’s clothes in the dryer.
When she returned, Mary was still on the bed.
“Are you ready for your training to begin?” Gloria asked.
“Yes, Mrs. Taylor,” Mary nodded, wanting to taste Gloria’s vagina again… and wanting to feel that pleasure again.
“Do you want to eat my cunt again?” Gloria asked, as she returned to the bed, already thinking of taking the teen’s cherry one day soon with one of her strap-ons… although not today… that would be too much, too soon.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mary nodded, her mouth beginning to water the moment the question was asked.
“Yes, what?” Gloria asked, as she moved her hand to her pussy and rubbed slowly.
“Yes I want to eat your vagina,” Mary answered, even as she watched Mrs. Taylor’s fingers touching that very inviting vagina.
“You’re eighteen, Mary,” Gloria lectured, looking down at her. “We have pussies and cunts when we’re in the company of another woman with whom we are intimate.”
“Okay,” Mary nodded, not sure she could bring herself to say those words.
Gloria moved her hand to Mary’s pussy and said, “You’re still all wet, my dear.”
“My vag… my… pussy won’t stop leaking,” Mary admitted, embarrassed.
“Very good, my pet. Do you want me to finger fuck your cunt?” Gloria asked.
Mary moaned as Mrs. Taylor’s fingers grazed her pussy, “Yes, please.”
“Tell me exactly what you want,” Gloria instructed, before adding, “and use adult words.”
As she felt her goddess’s finger part her lips, she moaned, indeed wanting a heavenly finger inside her, “Please, ma’am, finger fuck my cunt… Did I say it right?”
“Yes, my pet. Just so.” Gloria always believed in giving rewards for obedience, and she slid a finger inside the wanton girl and began pumping in and out.
Mary moaned, “Thank you.”
Gloria fingered her for a minute, before suggesting, as Mary’s moans were already increasing, “Let’s 69.”
“What is that?” Mary asked, feeling disappointed when the finger left.
“I eat your sweet cunt and you eat mine at the same time,” Gloria explained, loving how innocent she was… how many eighteen year olds in the entire country didn’t know what a 69 was?
“Oh, okay,” Mary nodded excitedly. “That sounds great!”
Gloria got back on the bed, moved onto her side and buried her face in Mary’s pussy even as she informed her pet, “We will be shaving this cunt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Mary agreed, willing to agree to almost anything at the moment, as she buried her face in the pussy right in front of her.
And for twenty minutes, give or take, they licked each other.
Mary came three more times, her entire body finally completely spent.
Gloria came just once… but she knew the next load in the laundry would be the very soiled sheets two squirters had created from a lake of cum.
As Gloria got off the bed, she smiled as she looked down at the exhausted teen. She said, “This, my pet, is just the beginning of your training. I have not even begun to show you all the ways the Lord has given us to sexually satisfy each other.”
“I think you broke me,” Mary said, feeling unable to move.
Gloria laughed, thinking that was one of the truest sentences ever spoken, “Mary, your journey to sexual enlightenment will bring you pleasures you didn’t know existed, and also bring you closer to the Lord’s true intent.”
“True intent?” Mary asked.
“Of course,” Gloria nodded, “for you to discover all the pleasures he created so you can live a happy and enlightened life.”
“Wow, that is all I want,” Mary said, curious what else there could possibly be that would be better than this.
Gloria went and retrieved Mary’s clothes and returned. “Again, I expect you in the garter-belt and stockings tomorrow at church.”
“And no panties,” Mary added.
“Good girl,” Gloria smiled, as she handed the teen her clothes. “You’re a quick learner.”
“Thank you,” Mary said, as she took her clothes and got dressed… even as a melancholy hit her that this enlightening, life-changing afternoon was over.
Gloria continued, “You’re welcome. And don’t worry, since you’re a quick learner and so eager, I’m putting you on the accelerated track.”
“Really?” Mary asked, excited, even though she didn’t know what that meant.
As Gloria grabbed a robe, she nodded, “Oh yes, I want to train you to be a perfect servant of the Lord and of your goddess.”
Mary nodded, “I can’t wait.”
Gloria grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper and ordered, “Write your email address and your cell number down, and I’ll email or text you your first task in a couple of hours.”
“Okay,” Mary nodded, finishing getting dressed.
Gloria went to her purse and asked, “How many raffle tickets did you have left to sell?”
Mary smiled, “Oh I think I already won the lottery.”
The end….
