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- 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?ä 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 havenāt always
enjoyed women. She helped me learn to like having sex
with women, and Iām 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?ä 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. Itās 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?ä 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 girlās 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!ä 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 Anneās 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 Monicaās
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 Monicaās 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 Anneās 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,
youāre gonna love this, just love it! With that
thought, Monica plunged her face once more between
Anneās splayed legs and locked her lips on the
shuddering girlās 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 Anneās heated cunt as if nothing at
all had happened. Pausing to nip here, kiss here, suck
there. She quickly used her fingers to spread Anneās
cunt lips further apart and began a series of quick
flicking motions back and forth, little butterfly
licks, increasing and decreasing in pressure.




ćMonica, wait a moment. I just came · please wait!ä
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. Didnāt 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 Monicaās 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 Anneās round, squirming
hips, holding her in position as she mashed her mouth
against Anneās cunt, furiously licking and sucking.

ćUuunnngggghhhh!ä Anne screamed, her voice echoing
sharply off of the vaulted ceiling. ćMonica, youāve
got to stop · UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!ä 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
Monicaās 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 didnāt 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 Anneās 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 girlās 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 girlās 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 Karenās 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 girlās tits with
her strong hands, getting a complete head rush as she
watched Monica work the girlās 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
Monicaās 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. ćOh no you donāt, slave-slut. No one said
you could get up yet!ä Moving up and over her, Karen
placed her knees squarely on Anneās shoulders and used
all of her weight to keep the struggling girl pinned
firmly to the floor. Karen leaned forward and began to
kneed Anneās 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 girlās 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.

ćOH GOD! UUGGGHHHH! OH! AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!ä 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 girlās shoulders Struggling for balance Karen
kept the girl pinned to the floor with her knees, her
busy hands still kneading and squeezing Anneās full
breasts. As she squirmed on the carpeting Anne reached
up and tried desperately to pull Karenās hands off of
her breasts. Karen bit her own lip in excitement as
she watched Monicaās 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 Monicaās hungry
mouth was busily at work between Annaās 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
Anneās 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
girlās clit, her face slick with the captive girlās
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.

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