Sapphic Erotica Festival - Anne, Monica & Karen

- Anne, Monica & Karen - by Mystere Anne Dayton's beautifully sculptured face turned into a scowl as her car coughed again, sputtered, and died. "Damn it!" She looked at the gas gauge for the tenth time. It registered the same three-quarters of a tank. She pumped the pedal and turned the key in the ignition. The motor whined and refused to start. "Balls," Anne muttered, giving up. She opened the door and climbed out of the car, glancing around. "Damn, why did I listen to George? Taking this stupid shortcut!" She talked to the wind as it tousled her thick red-hair. Reaching inside the car for the latch, she unlocked the hood. She hauled the hood up with a grunt and peered inside. She shook her head and straightened up. As she stood with hands on her hips, her eyes scanning the deserted area, she spotted a large house about a quarter of a mile down the road. "Shit! It's the last time I listen to you, George," she said, annoyed, as if he were there. Her face grim with determination, she trudged down the road to the lone house. After a phone call, she would be on her way again in no time. She stumbled on the path to the house, her high heels catching in the pebbles. She groaned, walking uneasily up the narrow path, her well-rounded ass swinging in the tight- fitting designer dress. She reached the crest of the path, her soft tits rising and falling underneath her dress as she caught her breath. Knocking on the large old-fashioned door, she relaxed. Things could be worse, it could be night, and this God-forsaken house could have been ten miles down the road. The door creaked open. "Yes?" A tall statuesque blonde appeared her voice deep and sultry. Her wide blue eyes quickly took inventory of Anne's lush petite figure. Anne caught the glancing appraisal and immediately sensed the erotic aura that surrounded the tall beautiful blonde. "My car broke down," Anne began. "Could I use your phone to call a gas station?" The blonde's exquisite features broke into a smile, a sizzling smile that reeked of sex. "Come on in. The phone's over there on the table." The tall blonde stood aside, allowing Anne to enter. She feasted her eyes on Anne's delicious swinging ass encased in the skintight dress. Her tongue slid across her full lips, her body tensed like a large cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting sparrow. Anne felt the woman's eyes on her. For some reason it made her shudder as she picked up the phone and dialed information. She held the phone to her ear, a quizzical expression on her pretty face. Anne's green eyes swept over the luscious blonde as she tapped the button. "Your phone's dead," she told her, swearing to herself that it wasn't her day. "Really?" The blonde's eyebrows arched her long graceful legs bringing her to the phone. She listened intently, tapped the button a few times, and shrugged. "You're right." She tapped the button a few more times, still listening as she held the phone to her ear. Anne was a full head shorter than the blonde woman. Her sparkling emerald eyes followed the curve of the elegant blonde's neck, down over her huge melon tits to her slim waist, and stopping as the waist flared out into full, voluptuous hips. The woman's sexual aura was overpowering and Anne stepped back, quieting the tremor in her stomach. The blonde turned slightly. "I'm awfully sorry. I don't know what to suggest." Her exquisitely toned voice, everything about her, suggested only one thing: sex--pure animal sex. It was written in her deep-blue eyes, across her full red mouth, and exuded from every pore of her perfectly proportioned body. Anne was aware of the blonde's obvious leer. She felt as if she were being stripped of her clothing. It was a powerful sensation. "If you could drive me into town ... I know it's an imposition but I'd be willing to pay you." The blonde laid her hand on Anne's slender arm. The contact was charged with electricity. "My Mistress is away for a while," the statuesque woman explained. "I'm sure when she returns she'll be glad to take you into town." Her face glowed with animal magnetism, her strong features radiant. "I couldn't--" Anne refused, then thought better of it. Her face brightened. "That would be wonderful." "Good," the blonde said. "We can have a drink and get acquainted while we wait." She turned and her clinging silk dress licked her knees as she strode elegantly into the living room. Her well-proportioned body turned to Anne. "I have just the thing to take the chill out of you." Her blonde fluffy hair was like spun gold caressing her face. Mesmerized, Anne followed. She was glad George wasn't here, he would be drooling. This intoxicating woman appeared to be exactly what George liked. She was certainly the sexiest female she had ever met--not just sexy but blatantly sexual without trying, with a touch of danger thrown in to make the juices flow. Anne bit her lip, forcing back the thoughts from her mind. She blushed, her cheeks burning as the blonde turned, catching Anne's gaze. The same sultry smile came to the blonde's lips, revealing a hint of pearl-white teeth. "Since we'll be together, I think it would be nice if we knew each other's name." Her sensual body floated as she went behind the bar, her long, graceful fingers bringing out two tall glasses. She moved with total ease. "I'm Monica." She dropped ice cubes into the glasses and her eyebrows raised expectantly. "I'm Anne." Anne surprisingly felt her breath shorten and her heart skipping. Monica splashed scotch over the ice in liberal amounts, carried the drinks over to the coffee table and handed one to Anne. "This'll warm you up." "Yes, it is a bit chilly out," Anne said, then sipped the potent drink slowly. "Mmmmm. This is a coincidence. My favorite scotch served the way I like it, over the rocks." Monica was seated on the large comfortable velvet chair and motioned Anne to the couch opposite her. "Sit down ... relax." Monica crossed her long sensuous legs, the silk dress gliding effortlessly up her thigh. The husky note in her voice was heavy. Her long fingers, the nails dabbed in a brilliant red, curled around her glass of scotch. Her other hand toyed with one of the buttons of her dress. Anne settled into the soft luxurious comforts of the couch, draining the savory scotch almost to the end before realizing she had done it. "God, I needed that." Anne's gaze reverted to the button of Monica's dress for the third time, watching the long painted fingers playing with it. Anne thought again of George and was again glad he wasn't here. This woman was dynamite! "You're very beautiful," Monica said abruptly, her voice heavy, laced with sex. "My Mistress will be very happy to help you." Anne felt a twinge of discomfort. There was that word again, 'Mistress'. Was Monica a servant here at this house? She forced a smile anyway, suspicious about what she might have to do for the help. "I'm married," she told the blonde woman plainly, setting her empty glass down on the table in front of her. "George, that's my husband, will be very grateful for all the help you're giving me." She kept her warm smile on her face. "You married?" "Once, but not now." The button finally came open. "Maybe someday I'll meet someone who can make me happy." Anne leaned back comfortably into the soft cushions of the couch and relaxed. She hadn't felt this good in years. She sighed aloud and then was startled that she had. She began giggling, surprised at herself for acting so silly. "I'll bet it'll take more than one man to make you happy." Anne's hand instantly flew to her open mouth, her eyes widening in shock at what she had just said. She swallowed uneasily, trying to comprehend her actions. Her thoughts being blurted out like that, without a moment's hesitation, she thought it absurd. She began giggling again. The sound of her own voice was strange, eerie. Monica laughed with her, a sizzling throaty laugh that oozed of lust. "Maybe a couple of women, too." Anne's head was whirling. "I ... I ... didn't--Women? You like women ... sexually?" She gulped harder, a tremor sweeping through her groin. She felt funny, fuzzy around the edges and all warm and gooey inside. "I like anything that will give me pleasure," Monica purred, "whether it's a man or a woman." She paused, looking Anne right in the eye. "Woman?" Anne gasped incredulously, the room whirling even faster, her body tingling from her head to her toes. She tried getting up, but couldn't co-ordinate her muscles properly. Her limbs didn't seem to respond to her wishes. From outside the house there suddenly came the sound of tires on gravel. A car door opened and shut, footsteps approached the massive front door. "That must be my Mistress now", Monica said. "She will be happy to meet you." The door opened and in stepped a ravishing brunette. She was closer to Anne's height; her hair cut in a blunt bob that just touched her shoulders. She was thinner than Monica, with a wasp-like waist and small pointed breasts. The woman's face seemed hard to Anne, the mouth a thin line that extended across her face, almost like a scar. "Well, who have we here?" the woman asked, looking from Monica to Anne. "Karen, this is Anne", Monica answered. "Her car broke down just a bit from here and she came looking for help." "Did she?" Karen asked, the edges of her mouth turning up into a sly smile. She noticed the drink in Anne's hand. "Well, I can see that you two have been getting to know one another." Anne began to feel uneasy, the way that Karen was staring at her she couldn't tell if this older woman wanted to help her or hurt her. Small alarm bells began to go off in the back of Anne's mind, but the intoxicating drink made her feel slightly dizzy and the thought of any threat seemed far away. "Let's all sit down and get to know each other better", Karen said. Her voice had a sharp edge to it and the words were more of a command than a suggestion. Karen sat in the chair across from the couch and watched as the two women sat on the couch turned toward each other. Monica had bent her inside leg and was sitting with her ankle under her outside leg so that they were wide open. The tops of her thighs were very exposed, and Karen knew that if she took her hand from her lap Anne would be able to see Monica's panties. She had an excellent view of her stocking tops and garters as it was. Anne sat more demurely, but Karen could almost see the tops of her stockings as well. She was sure Monica could see much more. Monica reached forward and laid her hand on Anne's knee as she spoke warmly to her. "You're so adorable, Anne. I'm really glad you knocked at our door. My Mistress and I don't get many visitors out here." "Do you always call her Mistress?� Anne asked her with a nervous smile, glancing over at Karen and then back to Monica. "Well, not always, of course. But she is my Mistress, and I like to call her that. You know I haven�t always enjoyed women. She helped me learn to like having sex with women, and I�m very grateful." "Ohhh", Anne said nervously. She could begin to see where all of this was going, but the drink had relaxed her so much that her sudden fear quickly melted into curiosity. "She doesn't mind if you do things with other women?" "No, in fact she often sets up situations for me when I can be with women." Monica's hand's drifted slowly up and down her thighs. "In fact, she trained me to really enjoy it. Now I get it on with whoever she says." ""Really? You mean she can tell you to be with someone and you'll be with them?� Anne asked excitedly. "Yes, that's exactly how it works. She's my Mistress and I'm her sex slave. I do anything with anyone she says, male or female. How do you feel about that?" "Well, really it sounds kind of exciting" Anne responded, surprised at her own words. That drink had really gotten to her and her inhibitions were fast melting away. "How did she train you to like women?" Anne asked, surprising herself with her sudden boldness. "Perhaps I should answer that one, Anne", Karen said. "You see, Monica discovered that she has a very submissive nature in terms of her sexual interests. She was never able to give herself the freedom to do and think and be what she really wanted to, and her former husband was very conservative sexually and domineering in every area of her life except the area of sex where he was mostly non-involved. Once she began allowing me to decide what things she would do sexually, she began to discover that there were a lot of hidden fantasies which didn't really have to always be fantasies any more." "I've spent many, many hours talking to her about watching her with other women and requiring her to talk to me about what she would do with another woman. Then I made her read novels about bi-women and made her look at pictures of naked women while I fingered her, and made her watch movies of women having sex with other women while I ate her. It�s been a learning process for her, but one which she has handled really well." Anne had listened intently as Karen answered her question, only partially distracted by Monica's hand which was now rubbing her leg seductively. "Have you ever had sex with a women, Anne?� Monica asked. "No, never!" she blurted. "I mean, I have heard of that kind of thing. But it always seemed so dirty. I mean, it's gay sex, right? I'm not a lesbian. Do you really like doing it with women?" Anne asked. "Ohhh, yesss," Monica hissed in her catlike tone, her eyes glittering dangerously. "Women can be very exciting." She leaned closer to Anne. "Do you want to make love to me?" "No." Anne's answer came out of her mouth like a whisper, her voice raspy, her throat dry, parched. "It's so..." Her sentence hung lifeless in the air as her mouth dropped suddenly open. Monica's hands were on her shoulders now, sensually stroking her shoulders. "I see you're shocked," Monica purred, an expression of delight and excitement in her eyes. "Wouldn't you like to kiss me, touch me, feel my body, my tits, my pussy?" Anne's eyes shone like glass with the effects of the strong drink. In Anne's mind, she wanted to leave, but another part of her seemed drawn to this beautiful creature. Anne shook her head, ineffectually attempting to clear it of the buzz that was careening around in her brain. "I can tell you want me," Monica said, her soothing tone hypnotic and soft. "We can enjoy ourselves while my Mistress watches. Wouldn't that turn you on?" "Nnnooo," Anne mouthed half-heartedly, finding the very thing Monica suggested revolting and yet desirable at this moment. She had to get out of here! She attempted to stand up, but her limpid body fell back to the couch, her head reeling, all of her senses heightened. Anne couldn't help but notice the intoxicating perfume that this golden goddess wore. It seemed stronger now. Her stomach was fraught with butterflies and she knew her panties were wet. She couldn't comprehend this. Never, never in her life had she felt this way. Fragmented thoughts plagued her dizzy mind. A woman, the mention of lesbian sex ... repulsive, sickening thoughts whirled through her head like a storm. Yet she desired what the woman suggested. She couldn't understand the dramatic change in herself. All of a sudden, it hit her like a bolt of lightning. The drink! Her eyes widened with the realization. She had been drugged! Monica saw it on her face. "Yes, my gorgeous little pet. I put something in your drink. Nothing dangerous. It is truly a wonder drug. Weakens the will, leaves a person highly susceptible to suggestion, clears away all inhibitions." She winked. "You're already thinking about how nice it would be to touch and kiss me," Monica said knowingly. Anne found herself nodding in agreement, unable to stop herself. She anticipated the taste of the luscious woman's red glistening mouth. A hungry expression flooded Anne's face as she stared hotly at the beautiful blonde. Monica's hand had now crept up under Anne's dress and was rubbing the inside of her thigh above the top of her stockings. As she had spoken Monica had continued to lean closer to her and from the other couch Karen watched as Monica placed her free hand behind Anne's head and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Anne returned the kiss eagerly and reached out to caress Monica's breasts through her dress. Monica let her kisses run down along Anne's neck, working her way ever lower. As she did Monica glanced over at Karen and the older woman motioned for her to slide Anne's dress up higher. Karen wanted to see more of those long legs. Monica went one better. Moving her hands to Anne's lap she began unbuttoning the dress and didn't stop until it was completely open. She met no resistance at all from the young woman and Karen watched excitedly as Monica spread the girl�s dress open, allowing her to see all of Anne's body. She slid it off of Anne's shoulders letting it fall behind her on the couch. Anne had a lacy black bra and a matching pair of bikini panties which she had worn on the outside of her garter belt. Monica's eyes wandered to Anne's goddess's tits, large, melon-shaped, encased in black lace, an ample amount spilling out. Monica's dreamy-eyed gaze swept down her golden body to the wispy band of lace that hugged Anne's hips and concealed the delights of her pussy. Monica's eyes continued down Anne's long never-ending legs, stopping at the smooth curve of her calves. She kept her eyes there, fighting the urges that were growing inside her. She knew that she had to take her time with this one. "Look at me, Anne," Monica mewed as she stood up from the couch, her voice dripping with desire as she raised the hem of her dress. She pulled the clinging material up over her thighs to gather it at her hips, exposing her black lace panties. "Look at me and want what I have to offer." Anne lifted her eyes slowly, drooling as she stared wide-eyed at Monica's cunt wrapped in a package of black lace. The crotch was stained darkly by the juices that were oozing from between Monica's hot pussy lips. She wanted Monica's pussy, wanted it so badly she could actually smell the aromatic scent exuding from between Monica's sensuously long legs. Monica suddenly moved over to Karen, asking her to finish taking the dress off. "Mistress ... strip me for Anne, please. I want her to watch you bare my slut body for her. Please show her my naked tits and my bare slut cunt." Rising and standing behind Monica, Karen reached around and finished unbuttoning the dress, sliding it off of her and letting it drop to the floor. Monica had wisely realized that Anne would have to sit nearly naked and exposed in front of both of the women as Karen stripped Monica. When the dress had been removed, Karen moved her hands to Monica's black lace bra. With an experienced hand she deftly opened the snaps and quickly removed the bra. Karen's hands sensuously kneaded Monica's breasts and then cupped them, offering them to Anne. Dropping her hands, Karen's fingers latched onto the elastic of Monica's panties, she slipped the black lace down, baring her full hips and then a neatly trimmed triangle of silky blonde pussy hair. Then letting her hands move to her crotch, Karen reached in with both hands and pulled Monica's cunt lips down and out, showing Anne Monica's wet pussy. Anne began to rub the front of her panties absently as she watched in an almost trance-like state. "Ohhhh, Mistress ... it feels so good for you to touch me there! Kissing Anne has made me so hot!� Monica moaned. "What do you want, Monica ... tell your Mistress what you want", Karen teased. "I want her to eat my pussy, Mistress. I want her to lick it and kiss it and suck my juice into her mouth!! Please, tell her to eat me now." "Do you want to eat Monica's pussy, Anne?", Karen asked. Anne at first just nodded as her hand moved more rapidly over her pantied crotch. When Karen said nothing further she finally responded quietly, "Yes, I do." Karen watched Anne swallow hard as she rubbed her crotch insistently, her eyes glued on Monica's nude body which was displayed to her. Karen began fingering Monica's pussy and pinching her nipple with her other hand. "Show me your sweet pussy, Anne", Monica whispered across the room hotly, as Karen's fingers moved in and out of her. Anne closed her eyes and her head rolled back slightly at the request Monica had made. Then opening her eyes once more she reached down and slid the tiny panties off her bottom and down her incredibly sexy legs. Spreading the legs wide open she took her lips in her fingers and pulled them apart allowing both of the women to look at her open cunt. Monica moaned and hunched her hips against Karen's hand. "Ohhhh, Mistress ... her cunt is so pretty! I neeeeeed her to lick my pussy up and down, I need her soft wet lips on me. Pleeeeease let her kiss my pussy, Mistress." "Are you sure you want your mouth on Monica's cunt, Anne?", Karen asked again. "Yesss, I do!", she replied quickly and firmly the time as she rubbed her clit hard now, her pussy openly displayed. "Yes, I do what, Anne?", Karen teased. "Yes, I do want to kiss her pussy!", she replied. "Put two fingers in your pussy, Anne", Karen demanded. "Yesss", she replied weakly and slid two fingers deep into her cunt. "Look at Anne fingering her pussy, Monica. She is very sexy when she masturbates, isn't she?" Karen slid another finger into Monica's now dripping pussy and waited for her response. "MISTRESS!! Please, oh please let her eat me!! She said she wanted to, you heard her. Please, let her kiss my wet pussy. Look how it glistens with my juices!!", Monica pleaded. "Yes, but what am I?" "You're a MISTRESS!! If she calls you Mistress will you let her eat me? Pleasssse????" "Well, I can't be her Mistress though Monica, you trembling little bi-slut whore, unless she is a slave-slut, now can I? Is she a slave-slut, Monica?", Karen asked lewdly, as she fucked her fingers harder in and out of Monica's hot cunt. Anne was fingering her cunt furiously now. Karen knew that the sight of Monica being finger fucked was working her up to the desired state and she wanted to milk it for all it was worth. "I think she is, Mistress...." "You THINK she is?", Karen interrupted rudely, "you think? What kind of answer is that, Monica? Why don't you ask her to tell you, Monica, and then maybe you will know!" "Ohhhhh Gawd, Anne!!! Pleasssse tell her you're a slave-slut!! Please do! I need to feel your mouth on my cunt so baaaaaad!!!" Anne swallowed hard once more, her eyes now glazed over with passion as her fingers flew in and out of her slick cunt. She opened her mouth and then closed it and then opened it again. "Yessssss, Yessssss, yesssssss ... I'm a slave-slut! I'm ... I'm a slave-slut ... I'm YOUR slave-slut ... I'm your bi-slave slut MISTRESS!!!!! Now can I eat her hot pussy ... Pleeeeeeeeease?" Anne was beside herself with need now, and it showed all over her body. Her thighs were now wet with her juices and her nipples stood out firmly on her rising and falling breasts. Taking her fingers and rubbing the juice which covered them on Monica's face, Karen whispered hotly to her, "all right, I am going to let her eat you now. Do you hear me, slave-slut Anne. Eat her until she comes all over your face!!" Breathing heavily, Monica stepped closer to the couch. She was within Anne's reach. Her perfume and body musk attacked Anne's senses and added to the power of the drug. "Look at my cunt." Anne obeyed willingly. At this moment, the most important thing in her life was to feast her gaze on Monica's blonde-haired pussy. Anne's hands touched the exotic woman's hips, static electricity seeming to sizzle from the tips of her fingers. She swallowed, her head in the clouds. "Your pussy is beautiful," Anne admitted openly. She couldn't believe herself blurting out things she never would have even thought about in the past. "It makes my mouth water. I'm so hot!" Anne gave up fighting her urges. Whether they were born of her own self, or induced by the drug, it didn't matter. They were there and she craved to satisfy them. Anne looked up at Monica. "I'm hot." "Then do something about it," Monica said. "For now, I belong to you." Her flashing eyes said exactly the opposite. Anne staggered to her feet. Her legs wobbled for a second and she moved unsteadily, but it passed. Her green eyes burned into the twin mounds of Monica's huge tits. She was gorgeous! "Ummmm," Monica moaned. She was always hot, always turned on. She caressed Anne's flushed face that was almost level with her tits. "You're such a beautiful doll, so delicate, so fragile." Monica's deep sultry voice caromed in Anne's brain as her hands spanned the golden tits, her fingers sinking into the bloated softness. Her creamy golden skin captivated Anne. "Mmmmmm, your tits are so big, so beautiful." Anne squeezed the tits and heard whimpering sighs of pleasure escaping Monica's lips. It was music to Anne's ears. Monica quickly took a step back from her. "It's not fair for only one of us to be naked." Anne quickly and clumsily pulled the remaining fabric of her dress, tugging it over her hips and tossing it carelessly to the floor. Her breathing was shallow, rapid, noisy. She exhibited herself before the elegant blonde, modeling unashamedly, treating Monica and Karen to a luscious look at her own small compact body--a smaller version of Monica's perfection. Anne's lush curves, sweeping hips, jutting tits were sweet and innocent, with a sexual subtlety. Monica's strong physical beauty was blatantly sexual, an advertisement for lust. Eager to be completely naked, Anne's hands peeled the tight bra from her shoulders and it joined her dress and panties on the floor. Anne gasped, now as naked as the tall jewel who waited patiently for her. "You're even more beautiful naked," Monica purred. "Kiss me." Her arms opened for the petite woman, her tits billowing as she breathed, her swollen nipples pointing. Anne went into Monica's waiting arms, melting against the larger woman, her head tilted back, her mouth open and anxious for the fiery red lips to kiss her. Monica encompassed the smaller woman with her embrace and plunged her tongue into Anne's waiting mouth. Monica's hands pawed hungrily, kneading, exploring the smaller woman's flesh, feeding on the softness, the newness of another female. Her legs slipped easily between Anne's thighs, feeling the heat of her red-haired pussy mound. Monica's thigh grazed the juicy pussy and was immediately drenched with cunt-cream. A blazing fire of lust consumed Anne�s dainty frame. She fused her body into Monica's, sucking her tongue-meat, scraping her cunt against Monica's smooth thigh, and rubbing her tits urgently into Monica's sizzling hot flesh. Slowly, they both sank to the floor, their fiery bodies burning up on the inside, their passion fire melting them on the deep-piled carpet. Their passion-filled moans floated through the room as their hands and legs became entwined. Their mouths pressed urgently together, their lips working feverishly. Their bodies twisted on the soft carpet, wriggling in spasms, hands and fingers delving eagerly, one with the exuberance and curiosity of inexperience, the other with the deftness of an expert. Anne gasped when her mouth came away from Monica's hungry lips. "Oh, my God," Anne moaned, "I've, I've never ... ooooohh. I'm so hot!" She pawed Monica's golden body, delighting in her catlike murmuring purrs. "I want you so much, sooo muchhhhh ..." Anne lost herself in the larger woman's bloated tits. Anne slipped her body free of Monica's embrace, kissing, licking and tasting the succulent flesh of the golden goddess for the first time. She was delicious! She worked her mouth down Monica's swanlike neck, over her graceful shoulders to the firm and pulpy meat of her tits. Anne hummed, her hot busy mouth fervently sucking the silky-smooth flesh of one of the goddess's tits, her hand massaging and gently squeezing the other. Monica hissed like a snake, content to let the inexperienced Anne indulge in the sheer pleasure of making it with another woman. "Your mouth is so hot," Monica told her, squirming on the rug. "You're making me all juicy between my legs. " Her long fingers weaved through Anne's red hair and pressed her head down firmly. "Bite! Bite!" The small and delicate Anne nipped at the massive tits, sinking her sharp teeth into the bullet-like tips. Anne sucked a swollen nipple with ferocity, grinding her mouth and teeth into it. Anne was purring deep in her throat, gurgling on her own saliva as she washed Monica's tits in her drool. With her slender hands, Monica pushed the delicate creature down gently, urging the hot sexy Anne to explore her entire body. "My pussy, Anne. Lick my pussy." She spread her long legs and, while Anne feasted eagerly on her massive tit, Monica stroked her own finger through her blonde pussy, coating it with warm cunt-cream. She brought it to Anne's lips. Her juice-coated finger went into Anne's mouth. The pungent flavor inflamed Anne's mind and she delighted in the special taste of Monica's cunt. Sucking the juice-laden fingers made Anne forget the soft tittie flesh and she gobbled the fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. "Delicious," she rasped. "There's plenty more where that came from," Monica moaned heatedly. "I have an unlimited supply right between my legs. Go down there and see for yourself." She pushed Anne down with more determination this time. Anne was still dazed and wavered in the strange sensations of her drugged stupor. She allowed Monica to guide her down to the delights of her cunt mound as she licked a fiery path over her belly, sloshing warm spit into her bellybutton. The musky scent grew stronger as she slowly descended to the object of her desire--the goddess's pussy. "Eat me," Monica moaned urgently between jagged breaths. Her ass humped, tempting Anne. "Eat me!" Anne busily slobbered over Monica's thighs, en route to her sensitive pussy. Anne stopped, her mind swirling in a vat of bubbling passion. Her eyes became fixed on the reddened cunt and the white cream oozing from deep within Monica's body. She licked her lips in readiness for the tender delicacy of Monica's choice pussy-meat. "Don't torment me," Monica whimpered excitedly. "Do it! Do it quick before I lose my mind." This was no longer a game. Her lust had encompassed her in its web. She was trapped, unable to be freed until she was satisfied. "Lick it. Tongue my pussssyyy!" She opened her red swollen pussy tips for Anne. "EAT!" It was a hoarse gurgling demand. "FEED!" Anne raised her head from between Monica's long, sexy legs. Seeing the animal lust on the goddess's face a sly grin slowly spread across Anne's mouth as she spoke. "When I'm ready." "Ewwwwwwwww, you little bitch," Monica crooned, liking Anne's response. The tiny creature was a natural! Monica tingled with the fantastic joy of knowing what was to come. "Eat me!" Anne, her inhibitions gone and her passion in control, jabbed a finger into the hot gulping pussy and gouged into the spongy wet walls. "You like that?" Anne rasped. "Yesss," Monica answered, her high-shrilled voice breaking. She rode Anne's finger in her cunt, her cunt muscles squeezing as much pleasure from it as she could. "Now your tongue. Use your tongue!" Anne pulled her finger out from Monica's pussy and wiped it clean with her tongue. With her head whirling round and round, she swooped down to the blonde woman's cunt, ready to feast on the velvety lips and oozing slit of Monica's pussy. She clamped her mouth tight against the hot cunt, holding steadfast as Monica contorted with wild spasms. "Ahhhh, Anne! Suck! Suck!" Monica went berserk as Anne's mouth clamped down on her throbbing pussy lips, grinding and twisting in frantic gyrations, her huge tits jerking with her erotic contortions. Her hands sought out her own flesh and began clawing. "Tongue me!" Anne was overwhelmed. Her small hands grasped Monica's hips for a moment, then slid under her humping ass, her mouth still clamped onto Monica's delicious pussy. She dug her fingers into the woman's ass cheeks and plunged her tongue deep into her pussy. Monica cried out in bliss. "Ohhh, YESSS!" She went crazy, thrashing on the floor, her mouth open, moaning incoherently, her fists pounding the carpet. Anne sucked with a vengeance, lashing her tongue across Monica's oozing pussy and tasting the buttery sauce. She lapped up the flavorful pussy ooze, the seeping cream adhering to her face and mouth. Anne knew what to do. She sucked the swollen lips of Monica's delicious cunt into her mouth, reveling in the scrumptious meal. She sucked on the woman's cunt the way she liked George to do it to her. Her mouth released Monica's pussy lips and drew in the hard, bloated clit. Anne was at once rewarded with a piercing howl that made her shiver. Monica went into a violent rage. "Ohhh, Anne! Bite my clit! Chew it! Hurt meeee!" Anne obliged with overwhelming fervor. She chewed on the frantic woman's clit as if she were chewing a piece of tough rubbery meat. She nipped it with gusto, turning her captor into a mass of whimpering squirming flesh. "Baby! Oh sweet baby! I'm sooo, sooo close!" Her hips hammered the carpeted floor, her pussy continually creaming, her tits bouncing, her arms and fists pounding the rug. "Ohhhh, I'm ... ooooh!" Anne reveled in getting another woman off with her mouth. It spurred her on. She sucked and chewed on the tender meat of succulent pussy with renewed vigor, plunging her tongue deep inside the pulsing cunt, then slashing it across the hard button clit again. "I'm cummmmminggggg!" Monica moaned, her siren wail piercing Anne's ears. An explosion rumbling deep inside her pussy spread like wildfire to encompass the rest of her twisting body. Monica soared. A tidal wave of orgasms swept through her lush body like giant waves curling and gaining momentum to slash their fierce power against the shore. Anne needed no announcement of Monica's climax. The gyrating, jerking body of the larger woman and the river of hot cunt cream told her before the shrill cry. Anne rode the fury of Monica's orgasm, her teeth clamped tight to the throbbing blood-gorged clit, where all the pleasure originated. Once Monica's clit was tightly trapped in Anne's teeth, she used her tongue and beat it back and forth, until Monica went mad. Monica, trapped in the pangs of orgasm, ground her pussy into Anne's mouth and mashed her clit between the eager novice's teeth. Monica's head snapped from one side to the other, her face a burnt-red, her blue crystal eyes dilated, focusing on the spinning ceiling. "I'm creammmmminggggg!" Monica clawed the rug with her talon-like nails, her legs flailing, her heels thudding into the floor. The last wave of her orgasm washed over her and she collapsed back on the carpet, squirming and twisting from its aftermath. She tumbled with the crashing waves, lightheaded and swirling in the white water until her orgasm left her beached on the shore. Her magnificent body quivered silently, then she sighed, a soft purr. Anne came up from between the woman's sticky thighs, her face drenched with the filmy cum-cream. "I loved it," Anne moaned, still not believing it. "I really loved it." Monica rolled away. "You're going to love this even more." Monica scrambled down to the petite woman and licked her face and chin clean of her own cum juice. Monica quickly knelt between Anne's nylon clad legs and stuck her tongue straight into the heated cunt which was already so wet and hungry for her touch. As she licked at the young girl's pussy she reached back between her legs and began fingering her own hole furiously. Karen had grown incredibly wet watching Anne's novice mouth working on Monica's pussy and the sight of Monica's up-raised ass and her busy fingers was an open invitation to her. Quickly sliding out of her dress and panties, Karen moved behind her and knelt, rubbing the tip of her tongue up and down Monica�s dripping wet slit. Karen sucked on Monica's dripping cunt, and reached forward to pull at her rock hard nipples. "Ooooooooooohhh GOD!!! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Anne whimpered, lifting her head up off the floor to watch with erotic disbelief as Monica's tousled head rocked to and fro between her trembling thighs. "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING ... oooooohhhh! It's sooo goooood!" she groaned over and over flailing from side to side as Monica's tongue speared and licked in and out of the dilating lips of her throbbing pussy. Monica's hands moved up over the tanned flatness of her quivering belly and she dug her fingers up toward the hardening nipples of Anne's heaving breasts. Anne lay stunned in abject submission as the wet sucking noises drifted upward to her ears. Monica began to suck insistently at the tender rosy inner lining of Anne's cunt. This will get her! she thought, lewdly, beginning to make rapid up and down motions with her tongue, and then flicking the pointed edge into the well of Anne's seeping vagina. Then she sucked and pulled on the soft petal-like lips of her cunt until she heard her crying out above her. "OOOOOhhhhooooOOOOHHHHHH!" Anne clenched her teeth tight together and tiny rising sparks continued to mount within her, bursting into a sudden uncontrollable flame that began to devour her. Her aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically upward and her hands were curling down into Monica�s blond hair as with a low soul stirring groan as her hips began a slow abandoned gyrating movement with each thrust of the beautiful woman's lapping tongue. Monica began sucking harder and harder on the quivering flesh of Anne's aroused vagina. She luxuriated in the feel of her soft silky cunt hair grazing against her face, tickling the tip of her nose and sides of her cheeks as Anne ground her buttocks upward in a slow hypnotic rhythm against her face. Before she was aware of it Anne was there, teetering on the brink of orgasm. Her entire body stiffened as a mild shudder began to build in her belly. Sensing that the girl was ready now, Monica pulled back her lips from the puffy pussy lips and paused one moment to listen to Anne�s rasping breath as it came is short gulps. The calm before the storm, Monica thought to herself, narrowing her eyes to slits. I envy you baby, you�re gonna love this, just love it! With that thought, Monica plunged her face once more between Anne�s splayed legs and locked her lips on the shuddering girl�s clit. As her eyes now closed completely, Monica began to suck furiously. Anne slid over the edge now, her entire body shuddering violently into full orgasm. She began to emit a long, continuous wail of passionate fulfillment. "NNNNNNNGHGHGHGHHHHH!!!!! EEEEEEEHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Anne cried over and over again, sliding and bucking furiously up against Monica's face as the contortions of her powerfully triggered orgasm rolled throughout her lustfully taxed system. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, fists clenched, her lips bared back over the whiteness of her teeth Anne soared to fulfillment. With a final groaning shudder she collapsed back on to the plush carpet and lay there limp and panting. Monica never skipped a beat. Without giving the girl a moment to rest Monica slid her tongue up and down the distended lips of Anne�s heated cunt as if nothing at all had happened. Pausing to nip here, kiss here, suck there. She quickly used her fingers to spread Anne�s cunt lips further apart and began a series of quick flicking motions back and forth, little butterfly licks, increasing and decreasing in pressure. �Monica, wait a moment. I just came � please wait!� Anne was panting hard again and it was difficult to get the words out between breaths. Oh God, how could this woman do this to her so soon after her first orgasm. Didn�t she know that her pussy would be just too sensitive? Maybe she would stop in a moment, God she had to, this was getting too intense way to fast! It felt like she was still cumming. The feelings overwhelmed her and her mind was fogged by the intense pleasure. Anne pistoned her stocking clad legs against the carpet, trying desperately to inch herself away from Monica�s all consuming mouth. But Monica had no intention of stopping at all. This was where the real fucking began for her. With a surprising feminine burst of sexual energy her hands came up and clamped hard onto Anne�s round, squirming hips, holding her in position as she mashed her mouth against Anne�s cunt, furiously licking and sucking. �Uuunnngggghhhh!� Anne screamed, her voice echoing sharply off of the vaulted ceiling. �Monica, you�ve got to stop � UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!� Anne was completely overwhelmed with sensation. Every nerve ending in her vagina felt as if it had a thousand volts of electricity coursing through it. Was it possible to die from too much intensity? Was Monica trying to kill her with an endless orgasm? She didn't know how much more of this she could take. Her hips began to involuntarily buck with the motion of Monica�s licking tongue. Anne thought that she had cum before, but nothing had ever been like this. It was just too much, this woman had to stop sucking her. If she didn�t Anne was afraid that she would have a heart attack, her pulse was pounding and her veins stood out in her neck. Jesus, Monica was fucking her to death! Anne raised herself up onto her elbows. With one hand thrust out behind her for balance, Anne used her free hand to try and push Monica's maddening mouth away from her blazing cunt, but it was no use. Monica's hands were digging solidly into her ass cheeks, lifting her pussy up to her mouth. Her lips had a solid lock on Anne�s pussy. Karen stopped her sucking of Monica's cunt lips long enough to assess what was happening. Anne was trying to get away now, beginning to sit up and desperately trying to push Monica off of her. Karen had seen this happen before with other girls. Monica was a very talented slave with an expert tongue. Once she got between a girl's legs there was no stopping her. She would begin so soft, so gently, coaxing a girl into languid relaxation, kneading the girl�s breasts, licking and sucking her pussy, rubbing her full lips over her clit, cooing like a dove. But once she had that pussy in her power things quickly got more aggressive. Once Monica got a girl to that first orgasm she became almost sadistic. Giving the girl no opportunity to recover Monica would tear into the over-stimulated pussy with renewed vigor. Never letting the sensations from the previous orgasm completely subside, Monica would build on it, savagely clamping her lips down on the girl�s cunt and using her tongue and mouth like a milking machine gone mad. The girls always resisted at first, completely overwhelmed with the immediate renewal of such intense sensations. They struggled franticly to get away, throw her off somehow, and Karen would always be standing by, ready to join the desperate struggle that she knew would be coming. Once the first orgasm was achieved and Monica began to up the ante, Karen would watch for the first signs of resistance. Immediately things would become more aggressive, the girl would realize what was happening and begin trying to push Monica away from between her legs. That was Karen�s cue to step in. She and Monica were like two she-wolfs taking down a defenseless doe, they worked together with precision. Weakened by her previous orgasm, Karen would have no trouble pinning the girl down, holding her shoulders firmly in place with her knees while she kneaded the girl�s tits with her strong hands, getting a complete head rush as she watched Monica work the girl�s pussy into total, shuddering submission. Monica would bring a girl off again and again, making them cum so intensely that the distinction between pleasure and pain blurred and she would not stop until they really came hard, no matter how long they resisted. Karen had been distracted herself, licking and sucking Monica�s delicious cunt lips, but now she could see just what was happening and with a quick decision, she crawled up to Anne's shoulders and shoved her back down hard. �Oh no you don�t, slave-slut. No one said you could get up yet!� Moving up and over her, Karen placed her knees squarely on Anne�s shoulders and used all of her weight to keep the struggling girl pinned firmly to the floor. Karen leaned forward and began to kneed Anne�s breasts, digging her nails into the soft, yielding flesh and rolling the erect nipples between her fingers. Grunting hard and shaking her head savagely to resist Anne's attempts to push her off, Monica had reared up and thrust solidly forward with the weight of her entire body, forcing Anne's hips down into the soft carpet. Anne's legs flailed uselessly for purchase against empty air as Monica's tongue pumped furiously into her like a pile driver, pinning her to the floor with her lips, even as Karen held the struggling girl down from above. "Take it! Take it you slave cunt!" Karen hissed down at the girl held helplessly below her. Karen's eye's darted down to Anne's crotch to watch Monica working feverishly at the pinned down girl�s pussy. God, seeing this was always such a turn-on! Anne knew that she would go mad if Monica did not stop soon, it was too intense. How much more of this could she take, she cried to herself. She just couldn't cum again . . . it was already too much. Trying to stifle the scream that was erupting from deep inside of her she bit down hard into her lower lip, drawing blood. Her fists clenched and unclenched rapidly, the tendons in her neck bulging, her head flailing from side to side as hot tears streamed down her cheeks and her hips bucked firmly and repeatedly up against Monica's maddening mouth. Another wave of orgasm raced through her, radiating out from her throbbing cunt to electrify her entire body. �OH GOD! UUGGGHHHH! OH! AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!� Scalding white cum gushed from Anne's oozing pussy, drowning Monica in a pool of it. Monica expertly sucked and swallowed simultaneously drinking the delicious juice, a sumptuous feast. She renewed her attack by gnashing her teeth into the woman's clit, hurling Anne once again to the summit for another wild ride into ecstasy. Anne's back arched, her head thrown back, strands of hair fanned out across the carpet. This sudden movement threatened to topple Karen off of her perch on the girl�s shoulders Struggling for balance Karen kept the girl pinned to the floor with her knees, her busy hands still kneading and squeezing Anne�s full breasts. As she squirmed on the carpeting Anne reached up and tried desperately to pull Karen�s hands off of her breasts. Karen bit her own lip in excitement as she watched Monica�s hands reach up with a swift motion and grab Anne's wrists, pulling them down to the sides of the prone, struggling girl, firmly trapping them there. All the while Monica�s hungry mouth was busily at work between Anna�s kicking legs. Karen bent over and sucked some the succulent tit flesh into her mouth. Drawing back with a soft smacking sound she left a lipstick kiss on the yielding flesh, and a strand of saliva drooped from Anne�s huge tit to her own mouth. Moaning in triumph, Karen again dropped her head to the huge breast, this time gently chewing on the erect nipple, sucking, feeding on the soft, rippling titty. With this new stimulation another violent wave of orgasm wreaked its destruction on jangled nervous system. She screamed hoarsely and tremulously, hot shivery spasms racking her body, tearing through her cunt and stomach. "Unnnggghhh � Uunnnngggghhhh . . . AARRRGHHHUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!" she screamed, hopeless before this unceasing attack on her cunt. She was completely out of control now, her legs and arms shot out straight from her sides, her entire body went rigid as stone and endless waves of sweet juices washed out from between her throbbing cunt lips. She was cumming again before she could do anything about it, and below her flailing gyrating limbs, Monica sucked at the wide-held surface of Anne's loins. "Jesus, I can't stop cuummmmiiinnnggggg!" panted Anne, tears streaming down her cheeks. "PLEASE STOP! OH GOD, IT'S TOO MUCH ... I CAN'T! UNNNNNNNF! STOP COMMMMMMING! OOOOO, ENOUGH! UUNNNGGGHHHH!!" Anne's head was jerking back and forth, her red hair flying as it did so. Her final full orgasm hit her strongly and quickly as the two struggled to keep her pinned to the carpet. Karen continued to work her breasts with her hands and mouth, pinching her long nipples hard, watching Monica suck feverishly on the girl�s clit, her face slick with the captive girl�s cunt juices. "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhh!! Gaaawwwwddddd!!! Unggggggggghhh!!!!", Anne screamed wildly as she continued to cum. She struggled against them, her body flailing uselessly. Her lungs were on fire and she felt that her heart was going to burst. The animalistic passion exhibited by the young blonde drove Monica and Karen both over the edge and their grunts and moans soon joined Anne's in a climactic chorus. Finally they were all spent and Monica fell onto Anne's body holding her tightly in her arms. For the next half hour they sat in silence, listening to the sounds of each other slowing breath. Karen sat beside them on the couch, stroking their hair alternately with her hand and smiling at them. "You did well, Anne", Karen cooed quietly. When Anne came back to reality, she clutched Monica's body. "God, that was so fucking intense! I couldn't stop cumming." Anne confessed dreamily. "Is it the drug?" "Partially," Monica's husky voice purred. "I hope it lasts forever," Anne said, floating in a state of euphoria and liking the freedom of having no regrets, no conscience. "Soon you won't need the drug. You'll be like you should be--open with no repressive thoughts about sex, especially with women." "I've never, ever, experienced anything like that before!", she said earnestly. "I didn't know I was capable of feeling such extreme passion! The way you made me beg to eat her!! Ohhhhhh, you are a Mistress!!! Thank you both so very much!" Monica looked up at her and smiled, dropping her head back to her belly and kissing her flat stomach tenderly as she continued to lay with her head in Anne's lap. "Anne, you needn't thank us. It was our pleasure to share our passion with you. I know we both hope that you'll let us continue to help you discover more and more about what excites you." All three of them slept especially well that night. Monica and Karen both knew that they had a new friend who would be their slave for many days to come. Anne knew that she had opened herself up to more passion and excitement than she ever expected existed before and that she now was indeed a slave-slut who both needed and had a Mistress.