Literotica Lover

Summary: Mary is tasked with seducing her nerdy best friend.

Note 1: Thanks to HFernandez for suggesting this idea.

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Warning: This story manipulates religion... if that offends you please quit reading now.

This is part five of a potentially lengthy series. In part one, Church Girl: 1 Perfect Turn, sweet innocent virgin Mary is selling raffle tickets door-to-door when she arrives at Mrs. Taylor's house. Mrs. Taylor, a seductress of teen girls, takes the opportunity to seduce the minister's daughter and to make her a submissive pet.

In part two, Church Girl: 3 Oaths of Obedience, sweet Mary is tested in her new role as submissive pet to Mrs. Taylor as she pleasures her at church while her Minister father is upstairs preaching about the sins of the flesh. Mary is ordered by Mrs. Taylor to masturbate for seven days... each day using a different object.

In part three, Church Girl: 7 Days of Self-Sin, sweet Mary must pleasure herself every day, each time coming with a different object. She also discovers her Principal and favourite teacher are members of the secret society and submits to one of them... as she is also being trained to be the Next One... a leader in the future feminist sexual revolution.

In part four, Church Girl: A Virginity Taken, Mary comes in the midst of a church service from a vibrating egg, then meets with Mistress Gloria where she learns of the secret lesbian society, has her virginity taken by a strap-on, and explores her inner dominant.

Church Girl: Best Friend Turned

"Pegging is when you wear this strap-on and fuck a man in the ass," Gloria answered her curious pet's question.

"Oh my God!" Mary gasped.

"It's all part of the evolution of female power that's slowly been seeping into society, and now into the bedroom," Gloria explained.

"I can't fathom," Mary said, imagining her dad being sodomized by her mother, which made her giggle.

"Who are you thinking of getting ass fucked?" Gloria asked, reading her pet pretty well.

"Dad."

"By your Mom?"

"Yeah."

"You're well on your way to becoming a real leader of the revolution," Gloria approved.

Mary laughed, "I'm not sure I can keep up with all that I've learned already."

They got dressed and Gloria kissed the beautiful, complex teen.

"So today's question is what's next?" Gloria asked, knowing it was time for Mary to explore the thrill of seduction and to begin honing some skills.

"I was hoping you'd tell me," Mary answered, her whole world turned upside down in the past week.

"I think it's time for you to spread your wings," Gloria said.

"How so?" Mary asked.

"Time to start saving women."

"Who? Sorry, whom?" Proper grammar was important to Mary.

"Your friends, and hopefully your mother," Gloria said, dying to see Mary bring her mother into the fold.

"I have to save my Mom," Mary nodded, determined to bring her mother into the secret society.

"Yes, you do," Gloria agreed before cautioning, "but don't rush into it. It has to be done carefully. And only after you've saved a few others and built up some confidence in your abilities, should you attempt that challenge."

"Okay, so do you think Tiffany first?" Mary asked, recalling Gloria mentioning her.

"Yes; I was also thinking of Alyssa, but I think Tiffany is a natural first choice," Gloria agreed, knowing she shouldn't push Mary too fast, already worried a little about how much she'd already revealed about the ins and outs of the revolution... a new seduction being an in... any other teen would be overwhelmed already, but Gloria felt Mary had maturity years beyond her age.

"Do you have any advice on how to save people?" Mary asked.

"Moi? But of course. Most importantly, listen to them; learn who they are, what makes them tick. Then do things for them, take them under your wing and build their trust; never lie to them even if you aren't revealing your ultimate intentions. And finally, draw them in; make their first time with you as pleasurable as possible," Gloria answered.

"I can't wait," Mary replied, excited to play her tiny part in the revolution.

"Now remember not to ignore your parents! You need to appear like your normal self," Gloria added.

Mary nodded with a playful smile, "And not like an eager pussy pleaser?"

"Exactly," Gloria laughed.

"I understand, Mistress," Mary nodded.

Gloria smiled at the term Mistress, happy to see Mary reverting back to her natural submissive nature... one that over time would be converted to dominant... but not just yet.

"Now get going; my daughter will be home soon," Gloria ordered, glancing at the clock. A daughter she had decided would be her own next target... knowing she was long overdue, and could no longer make lame excuses for not bringing her in... unless she used Mary to help?... hmmmm.

Mary, curious and after asserting herself today over the formidable Mistress Gloria more confident in herself, asked, "Is Carla part of the secret society?"

Gloria admitted, "Not yet, but some of her friends are, and she's next."

Mary smiled, "I hope she's as delicious as you."

Gloria nodded, "Me too; it will be good to have an in-house source of the Lord's homemade wine."

Oddly, Mary's first emotional response was jealousy. Carla was prettier than she was, and was Gloria's daughter... would she be replaced?

Gloria, exceptionally intuitive and interpreting Mary's face correctly, comforted the teen, "And please understand Mary, you're particularly special. You're the only person in this community who's ever used me as their pet. When I bring Carla into the fold, she'll be serving us both."

"Really!" Mary exclaimed, surprised and excited, Carla and the other cheerleaders were at the top of the social hierarchy of the entire school! Could this lead to a reshuffling of the entire high school's society?

"That's a promise," Gloria nodded. "For the most part you'll be submissive to the adults in the community, although even that can change as your intuitions develop and guide you, and among all the students, you'll be the queen bee."

Mary repeated her singular-word expression of bewilderment, "Really?"

Gloria pulled Mary close again, smiling at the insecurities of someone who held such raw power and leadership potential within her, "Mary, I tell you again: you're special, a blessing to us all, and the Lord has great plans for you."

"Thank you, Mistress," Mary said, as her idol pulled her in for a warm hug and a sensuous kiss.

They kissed and held each other tight in an embrace for a couple of minutes until they heard the front door open.

Gloria broke the kiss and said as if continuing an imaginary conversation, "So yes, I'll be glad to help recruit some girls for the new youth group."

"Great," Mary nodded, trying to act casual even as she could feel her yearning burning in her cheeks and loins.

"Hi, Mom, Mary," Carla greeted, accompanied by Kendra, Carla wondering why this nerd was being allowed in her house.

Kendra saw the look of almost caught on Mary's face, and could tell Mistress Gloria had turned the virginal nerd. Kendra instantly wanted to taste Mistress Gloria, and perhaps to grind herself off against Mary's sweet, innocent face.

Gloria, who'd been almost caught numerous times, and had even been caught flagrantly once (which had meant that unexpectedly she'd had to turn the girl's mother as well), was well-practiced at acting casual, and she asked, "How was the lake?"

Kendra smiled, hinting to her Mistress her desire to taste the new honeybee's nectar, "Wet."

Carla sighed, "Yeah, it rained a lot."

Kendra continued the naughty innuendo, "And I like being rained on."

Mary, who remained silent, caught the cheerleader's innuendo, and looked to Mistress Gloria who nodded slightly... Mary proud of herself at catching a sexual nuance that a week ago would have gone completely over her head. Kendra was very pretty but also very bitchy, and having her between her legs lapping for the Lord's juices popped into Mary's head.

Gloria nodded, "Rain is essential."

Carla disagreed, "Not when I'm trying to get a tan," not getting it.

Mary said, "I need to get going. Thanks for everything Mistr... Mrs. Taylor," barely catching herself before using the term Mistress and giving away everything.

Kendra caught the near slip, confirming her suspicions.

Carla was oblivious that her mother had just fucked the minister's daughter and that she was next.

"Thanks for stopping by," Gloria said, before adding for Mary and Kendra, "It was an education."

Mary nodded, "I learned a lot too, ma'am," as she turned to Kendra with a look of you're mine.

Kendra saw the predatory look on Mary's face and was shocked. It was similar to the one she'd seen on Mistress Gloria's face many times before.

Carla asked as Mary headed out, "What's for dinner?"

Gloria looked significantly at Kendra as she answered, "I was thinking of enjoying some fish."

Kendra's mouth watered at the blunt innuendo aimed directly at her. She nodded in agreement, "I could definitely enjoy some fish."

Carla sighed, not all that fond of fish, "Fine, I'm going to take a warm shower."

Kendra smirked to herself, thinking of her Mistress' excessive squirting, I'm about to have a warm shower, too.

Carla headed down the hall and as soon as the bathroom door was closed behind her, Gloria snapped her fingers and Kendra rushed over to her and dropped to her knees. Gloria lifted her dress and Kendra dove right in.

As the cheerleader licked her, Gloria clarified, "You've obviously figured out Mary has joined the society. But you need to know that she's at the top of the teen hierarchy."

Kendra was surprised by this and disappointed: she'd already made plans to use Mary at school tomorrow.

"And of course you'll keep this knowledge secret; Mary is special and is just beginning to understand the special gift she has," Gloria continued.

Kendra wanted to ask questions. Special gift? A nerd at the top of the hierarchy? But more importantly for now, she wanted to taste the full flood of sweetness she'd been craving ever since she first submitted to Mrs. Taylor a couple of weeks ago while Carla was sleeping... and replaying the seduction in her head as she licked was making her cunt leak.

Gloria finished, "Is that understood, my pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," Kendra answered between licks, knowing utter obedience to her Mistress was of the utmost importance whether she understood the reasoning behind her orders or not.

"Good; now get Mommy off," Gloria ordered, always getting extra excited when risk was involved... they were doing this in plain sight of the bathroom door... and also loving the incestuous role playing she indulged in with her daughter's friend.

"Yes, Mommy," Kendra replied, resuming her licking hungrily... this incestuous role playing where she was essentially playing the part of Carla always turning her on... the idea of eating her own mother equally stimulating. Perhaps someday...

And although it took longer than usual, her earlier multiple orgasms impacting the ease of her eruption, Gloria did come again, although it was a weaker orgasm than most.

Kendra lapped up the cum before joking, "Obviously Mary has already sampled your kitty."

Gloria nodded, "More than once."

Kendra stood up and asked, "How?"

Gloria shrugged, "With her tongue and a strap-on."

Kendra gasped, "You let her fuck you with a strap-on?"

"And she'll likely fuck you too," Gloria teased, finessing the implied question about her submitting to Mary.

"But I can't use her?" Kendra sought clarity.

"Nope," Gloria answered, "but she can use you."

"I can't fathom that," Kendra said, Mary being so sweet and meek.

"Trust me, she's a powerful Mistress in the making," Gloria said. "Now go and wash up before your dear sister Carla comes out and sees Mommy's cum all over your face."

"Yes, Mistress," Kendra nodded, her Mistress' voice making it clear the conversation was over.

A couple minutes later, while Gloria started making supper, chicken wings instead of fish, Carla got out of the shower. Gloria smiled... soon she would continue the many-generational family tradition of mother seducing daughter.

Mary meanwhile was reading five texts from her mother... the last two worrying about her lack of response. Mary texted back that when she'd left for church that morning, she'd left her phone at home. Her parents would be home in an hour, so she decided she'd make them dinner and resist the temptation to rush to her room and dive into some research on straight girls' bi curiosity; this was something she hoped she could find online. She wanted to impress her Mistress and fulfill the high expectations Gloria had for her, but the confidence she'd demonstrated in the bedroom when she'd switched roles and become the Mistress was gone, and now she was once again the inexperienced and insecure girl, unsure where even to start.

It wasn't until after eight that Mary finally made it to her room.

When she did, she saw a text from Mistress Gloria from an hour earlier.

Kendra is yours to use as you wish. This is not a requirement for you, just an option.

PS: I mean it. You are meant to change lives. Give yourself a few days to come to grips with who you are, and if you wish, stop by and pick up a strap-on for when you feel you are ready to wield it.

Mary responded, reminiscing the power she'd felt when the harness was around her waist and she was fucking, yes fucking, Gloria: Thank you, thank you and I'll sneak over tomorrow at lunch to munch some brunch.

Gloria was watching television with her husband, who had as usual barely gotten home in time for dinner. She responded: Sounds perfect. I could use a healthy lunch munch.

Mary giggled to herself; even though her period was due tomorrow, although usually it didn't come until the evening... hopefully she could come before that happened.

Mary realized Gloria hadn't given her the story she'd mentioned earlier in the day about losing her virginity to her grandmother, but she decided she'd wait for Gloria to remember.

So deciding to do some recon, she googled 'How to seduce a straight girl into a lesbian' and found lots of sites.

The first was 'How to Seduce a Straight Girl in 6 Easy Steps' by Svetlana Ivanova, and she clicked on it. She wasn't even a couple sentences in before there was a link to a study from late 2015 by the University of Essex that made the astonishing claim that 100% of women are attracted to other women. The University's website stated, "When it comes to what turns them on, women are either bisexual or gay, but never straight."

A closer read questioned some of that data, but it did become obvious that regarding sexuality, women are noticeably more fluid than men. In other words, women find same-sex interactions more natural than men, and they're less ashamed of them. Even though men tend to have more frequent same sex encounters than women, they keep them a secret or are ashamed of them more often.

Mary pondered the research.

At first (was that only a week ago?) she'd felt some shame for her sinful ways, but now she too thought of her adventures as a natural progression of her sexuality.

Another link brought her to some facts about women and porn.

According to pornhub results from 2017, women's favourites were:

1. Lesbians

2. Lesbians scissoring

3. Threesomes

The number one search on google by women was cheerleaders, which was fascinating and had her thinking of the cheerleaders at her school, and how they were near the top of her list for converting... partly because they were so pretty, partly because they were bitchy and thus desperately in need of saving, and partly because there was a great need in her school to overturn the social hierarchy.

The most intriguing of all the surveys compared women to men... where women sought out pussy licking 393% more than men, lesbian encounters 197% more, gangbangs 130%, and double penetration 129%.

Equally curious was that women liked to search for other activities like ebony/interracial, big dick, teens, younger dominating older, and hentai.

Mary did some google searches to learn the meanings of:

Gangbang (yes, she still was that naïve), and she gasped when she read what it was, and then clicked on some images to confirm that it was what she thought it was.

Double penetration, which was also shocking, since she'd never considered the anal passage might be used for anything but its eliminatory purpose, and she couldn't fathom how that could even be pleasurable. (Mary made a mental note to ask Mistress Gloria about the purpose of anal sex: could it conceivably be pleasurable, or was the attraction simply that it was so dirty?)

Hentai, which although she knew what it was, she was shocked to see how many Asian graphic pornographic stories existed.

Younger dominates older (which seemed self-explanatory), but after a fair amount of research, she discovered that many women in their thirties and older have a major fantasy of being seduced by younger, prettier girls (most common amongst teachers, housewives and women in positions of power). This intrigued Mary extensively, as she found the idea of doing Mrs. Walker and her own mother really exciting.

Finally Mary, now horny, returned to the original purpose of her research of figuring out how to seduce her best friend Tiffany.

The Ivanova article asked:

Are you a lesbian with a crush on a straight girl?

Mary wasn't sure whether she was a complete lesbian since she wasn't repulsed by all boys, just mainly the self-centered ones, but she definitely now liked girls better than boys.

Step 1: Don't tell her you're a lesbian right away.

This made sense to Mary. It wasn't like she could just announce to her best friend she was suddenly a lesbian. That said, she had no idea how to even start a gentle foray.

Step 2: First become her friend.

Mary smiled... well that's done. Until this crazy secret she'd discovered and this new world she'd become part of, she and Tiffany hadn't ever kept any secrets from each other since they were small children. And truth be told, it was bothering her more than a bit that she couldn't tell Tiffany everything that had transpired of late. As she reflected on this new territory, she realized it had felt uncomfortable that she hadn't had anyone she could share this great life-changing revelation with. Hopefully she'd be able to address that lack, and soon.

Step 3: Plan some fun activities you can do together.

This too would be easy for Mary. They often did things together... although they tended to be school-based, whether they were at school together, or doing school projects, or studying. Mary would need to find a way to help Tiffany let loose, although she wasn't yet sure how.

Step 4: Feel her out.

Finally some advice that might help, Mary thought with a giggle as she extrapolated the first line into, 'Feel her out before you feel her up'.

The recommendations here made sense.

a) Give her compliments about her beauty.

b) If that goes well, start making them a little more sexual.

c) Touch her more, not inappropriately but slyly. This will, in many cases, trigger her curiosity, as your touches will likely stimulate her inner feelings and she'll want more. Remember that touch can be a stimulant to pleasure.

Step 5: Make your move

Almost any straight girl will accept a hug or a kiss. Start gradually by hugging her when you greet her, kissing her when you part (just quick pecks at first... ones that will leave her wondering, and may hopefully trigger a spark of curiosity that will eventually build to the flames of uncontrollable desire).

Of course, make your move somewhere private. If the spark is lit, which it likely will be, she will be confused by her feelings and perhaps even ashamed. So do it at your house, her house or somewhere where only you two are around, and the chances of being seen are zero.

Be patient.

Remember to start slowly.

If she doesn't push you away, do it again - and then again.

If she seems to be enjoying your attentions, make them more sexual: place a hand on her butt or cup her breast.

Step 6: Take the lead

Straight girls will likely need a final push to cross the invisible line society has created for them. Unknown territory can be intimidating.

So even if you're naturally submissive, you'll need to take the lead.

She likely won't know what to do even if she knows she wants to do something.

Focus on her.

Make it all about her; at this stage, your own needs must remain in the distant background.

Treat her in ways a man never does.

Treat her as the goddess she is.

Call her one.

Mary appreciated the advice, as it gave her some ideas; although this wasn't a full-blown blueprint of seduction, perhaps a blueprint wasn't even possible, since each situation required in-the-moment judgement calls, nevertheless this oversight had her mind racing... and her pussy burning... so she closed her eyes and touched herself and brought herself closer to heaven while imagining guiding Tiffany towards the light.

"Oh God," Mary moaned louder than she meant to, the pleasure the Great One provided consuming her.

"Are you all right?" Mary's Mom called from just outside her door.

"Just worshipping the Lord," Mary replied, hurriedly covering herself up, as she didn't have a lock on the door.

Mary's Mom, Fran, opened her daughter's door and saw her on the bed, looking flushed. She was pretty sure her daughter had been masturbating. It surprised her a bit, but she recalled being a teenager and her own self-explorations. I'll bet my inexperienced sweetie has some doubts or questions she's been afraid to ask. She asked, "You sure?"

"Yes," Mary replied, embarrassed and trying to control her trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, as well as the wetness still leaking out of her and likely dampening her bed.

"You look quite flushed,' Fran said, walking towards her daughter, trying to decide how to broach this delicate subject. Truth is, I should have had a sex talk with Mary long ago, but she being her father's daughter, I'd hoped my husband's fearsome sermons had scared her off... yet personally... I don't dare tell hubby... I don't think there's anything wrong with masturbation, since all my own orgasms come that way. My husband Warren sees sex as being for procreation and that's all... at least since our marriage... and we haven't had sex... or even a nice innocent cuddle... for over eighteen years.

"I do feel a little hot," Mary admitted, trying to cover for why her cheeks were likely very red.

Fran sat on the end of the bed and brought her hand to her daughter's forehead. "You're a little warm."

"I should get some sleep," Mary said, praying to God to help her out of this situation.

"You know you can tell me anything," Fran offered, pretty sure her daughter was mortified and ashamed at almost getting caught pleasuring herself.

"I do know," Mary nodded, wondering how her Mom would react if she admitted she wanted to seduce her, or if she told her about what had been going on with her during the past week.

"I mean it," Fran said, trying to encourage openness from her daughter. "I know these are confusing times for girls your age."

Somewhat curious, wondering if her Mom knew she'd just been pleasuring herself, and if so she certainly didn't seem disgusted or disapproving, Mary asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's okay," Fran said, still uncomfortable with a conversation she wished her mother would have had with her. Her role in this conversation was to be supportive and wise, and she hoped she had the necessary tools.

"What's okay?" Mary asked, becoming less embarrassed and beginning to see this exchange as an opportunity. One to begin the slow steps toward seducing her mother.

Fran took a deep breath and said, "I know you weren't praying just now."

"I did thank God," Mary smiled slightly.

This broke the ice. Fran laughed, "You understand it's not a sin?"

"According to Dad it is," Mary pointed out.

"He uses fear to object to everything," Fran said, regretting the consequences her husband's approach had had on her own life. Truth was, Mary was eighteen and Fran could now break free from the stultified life she'd been living for years.

"Tell me about it," Mary sighed heavily.

"You're eighteen," Fran continued. "Which makes you an adult, and it's completely natural to explore your own body."

"Do you do that?" Mary asked, hoping to get some vital intel.

"This conversation is about you," Fran pointed out.

"But I'm an adult," Mary reminded her, before repeating her Mother's exact words, "and you know you can tell me anything."

"You brat," Fran laughed, shaking her head.

Mary shrugged, by this point completely comfortable, "I'm just trying to have a frank conversation with my beautiful mother," recalling the importance of compliments to a seduction.

"And your beautiful mother just wants you to know there's no reason to feel any guilt about masturbating," Fran rephrased her assurance, liking being called beautiful. "It's completely natural."

"I do know that and thank you," Mary nodded, before adding, trying to lead her mother into a franker conversation, "I've just recently discovered some different ways."

"Different ways?" the mother asked.

"This is weird," Mary said, trying to see if her mother could be drawn more deeply into the conversation from her own will and curiosity.

"It's okay," Fran said, actually beginning to enjoy this conversation. She had no friends to have frank sexual conversations with, and her daughter was not only an adult, but also the woman she trusted the most... plus, she sure as Hell, yes Hell damn it, didn't want her daughter to end up in a sexless marriage like hers. "You're right, Mary, we're both adults."

"So is that a yes?" Mary repeated, not letting her earlier question go, and realizing this new topic about her mother's sex life would result in a far more productive conversation than her listing the things she'd fucked herself with recently.

"Is what a yes?" Fran asked, not recalling the question.

"Do you masturbate?" Mary asked bluntly.

"Sometimes," Fran decided to answer honestly.

"I figured when I got married I wouldn't have to do that anymore," Mary said, trying to dig deeper into her mother's sex life. She never saw her parents kissing, or even holding hands for that matter. Truth was, if they didn't share the same last name or live in the same house, Mary likely wouldn't be able to prove they were even married. Except for her own existence, of course.

"It's never that simple," Fran sighed, then realized this was getting too personal, and besides it was supposed to be about Mary.

"No?" Mary questioned.

"Anyway, this conversation is about you," Fran said, standing up. "I just want you to know that what you just did is perfectly natural."

"I know," Mary nodded. "God gave me this pleasure."

"Oh?" Fran asked, surprised by her daughter's statement.

"Yes, God wouldn't create such great pleasure in a woman if we weren't supposed to experience that pleasure," Mary explained.

"Apparently you don't need my advice," Fran laughed, "you're way ahead of me," heading for the door.

"But maybe you need mine," Mary threw out there, hoping to plant some seeds of seduction which would hopefully grow over time.

"Maybe so," Fran agreed doubtfully, thinking perhaps her daughter did have some unexpected wisdom that could be worth exploring. But not right now: at the moment she was leaving to slyly go and do what she'd just asserted nobody should be ashamed to do.

Mary smiled as she got out of her bed and into her pajamas, thinking to herself that this conversation that had begun so awkwardly, had gone way better than she could have imagined. Maybe Gloria was right... Maybe God was leading her into a role of saviour. And if she was only destined to save one person, she would definitely want that person to be her mother, who was clearly unhappy, maybe even miserable, and who must have been hiding her true emotional state behind a mask of contentment for a long, long time.

Fran meanwhile was rubbing herself to two orgasms in the bathroom, where she usually did this, fantasizing, like she usually did, of the very handsome Mr. Jones... the owner of the bookstore she frequented far too much... a man she saw as her own Mr. Gray (yes, she'd secretly read all the Shades of Gray books and yes, she imagined herself being dominated like that, treated like a sex object, treated like a helpless slut). As usual, she came quickly while fantasizing about a man who knew what he wanted and took it, and then she had to endure the shame coursing through her because of her naughty fantasy. She was a Christian woman, a minister's wife: she shouldn't have such sinful fantasies. The forbidden fruit needed to remain in a far-away orchard.

.....

Mary, dressed in her usual long skirt, but wearing thigh highs underneath, went to school on Monday with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. She felt like a brand-new woman since she'd last gone to school just three days ago.

She was no longer a virgin.

She now had a clear purpose.

When she saw Tiffany, she gave her a warm, affectionate hug... something she never did, as she greeted, "Good morning, Tiff."

Tiffany was startled by the hug and the diminution of her name, neither of these being things Mary had ever done before. She replied, awkwardly and gingerly hugging her back, "Good morning."

"You look so cute today," Mary complimented, giving her best friend's hand a squeeze.

"Thanks, you do too," Tiffany responded, noticing how bright her friend's demeanor was. She said so: "You seem rather chipper for a Monday."

"It's a new week, a new world," Mary shrugged, giving just the slightest of hints of her plan.

"A new world?" Tiffany asked.

"Yeah, I'll explain later," Mary nodded, as the bell rang.

"Okay," Tiffany shrugged.

Mary headed to class wondering: Will Principal Jones summon me? What will Mrs. Walker say, if anything? Will Kendra say anything to me?

The answers to all those questions were big zeroes for Mary before she snuck away at lunch to visit Mistress Gloria.

"Hey," Gloria greeted her newest pet.

"Hi, Mistress," Mary smiled, excitement coursing through her the moment she saw her Mistress and mentor.

"Come in."

Once inside, she asked, "Is my lunch ready?"

"It's been marinating for you all morning," Gloria smiled, happy to see how addicted the teen was to her already. Hungry herself, she asked, "Is mine ready too?"

Mary replied, "Actually, it too has been marinating all morning, although it must have boiled over a bit, since some of it leaked into my panties."

"Well, we'd better rectify that," Gloria said, taking her pet's hand and leading her into the living room.

Ten minutes later, in a hungry 69 both imbibed their tasty twat lunches, and Gloria said, "I'm not just saying this, but you have the most heavenly tasting cunt I've ever experienced."

"You do too," Mary replied, although her points of reference to date were only two cunts.

Gloria laughed, "We'll have to see if that's still true down the road."

"You'll always be my first and favourite," Mary said, wanting to let her Mistress know she was very special to her.

"You're sweet," Gloria said, standing up. "And I don't just mean that cunt of yours."

Mary laughed as she got up too, knowing her lunch hour was already almost over, "I need to get back to school."

Gloria said, "I got you your strap-on, just give me a second."

"Do you have an extra vibrator?" Mary asked, a little ashamed to be asking.

"Of course," Gloria said, as she went into her bedroom and checked her smorgasbord of toys. She had a toy or two for every occasion.

Mary was still in the living room putting her shoes on when Gloria returned with a strap-on and a rabbit vibe. Gloria said, "This rabbit vibe will take you to heaven every time."

"I'm already there," Mary replied cornily.

"So sweet," Gloria smiled, really enjoying the journey of Mary's training.

"Do you have a bag?" Mary asked, now realizing she didn't have anywhere to put them.

"Right," Gloria laughed, "walking around school with these in your hands may be a little too much, too soon."

"It would definitely make a statement," Mary laughed.

Gloria went and found a backpack that her daughter used to use and put the two toys inside.

Mary said, as she was handed the bag, "Just so you know Mistress, my period should arrive later today."

"Damn Satan," Gloria sighed.

"Satan?" Mary asked.

"Of course," Gloria said, drawing Mary further into the cosmology of the movement. "You don't think our Lord and Saviour would give us such a tribulation?"

"I guess I did," Mary said, having thought that enduring her period was just one of the tests of the Lord, kind of like the suffering of Job.

"Think about it," Gloria said. "Satan is masculine, and his main purpose is to wreak havoc in the world, and part of that havoc is to make women suffer."

"That makes sense," Mary agreed, a flashbulb of understanding going on in her head, as a little resentment towards the Horned One stirred inside her.

"It's a lot to take in," Gloria said, "but the more you think about it, it makes perfect sense."

"I understand," Mary nodded, and she did. She wanted to contemplate this new thought further, but even just at face value it explained a lot. Just one more way the church and men manipulated the Lord's Word for their own personal power.

"Remember, this needs to be a slow revolution," Gloria reminded her, sensing a bit of anger bubbling inside the sweet teen.

"I know," Mary sighed. "It's just that once you see the light, it's hard to go around pretending to be blind."

"I understand," Gloria said, thinking that without a doubt Mary was the Chosen One. She was already leaps and bounds ahead of any other woman her age. "But patience is a virtue."

"It's a virtue I sorely lack," Mary said.

"Frankly, you're not alone in that; but it's the key to the movement, and also to any good seduction," Gloria pointed out.

"I fell for you pretty quickly," Mary pointed out.

"You did, which is just one of many ways where you're a special case. The Lord had given you an internal threshold of accepting Her truth that you didn't know was there until it became obvious," Gloria said, having no idea whether that was even remotely true.

"I guess," Mary said.

"Mary," Gloria said, taking both the teen's hands into hers, and looking into her eyes, "You are the Chosen One. Maybe you already believe that, maybe you don't. But you are, and to spread your wings you must understand that you are meant to lead."

"It's a lot to take in," Mary said, not convinced she was the One, but convinced she at least had some sort of leadership role to play.

"I understand," Gloria nodded, "which is why you need to be patient and have faith."

"I do have faith," Mary clarified.

"I know you do," Gloria smiled, before adding playfully, "And I have faith you're about to be late for class."

Mary looked at her watch. "Oh, shoot."

"I'll drive you," Gloria offered.

"Thanks," Mary said, having never been tardy to a class without a written note from a school official.

Gloria sped to the school and got Mary there in the nick of time. "Thanks, Mistress."

"God bless you," Gloria smiled.

"She does," Mary replied, hurrying off to class.

In class Tiffany asked, "Where did you go at lunch?"

Mary hated lying, so she simply said, "I needed to pick something up."

"What?" Tiffany asked, thinking Mary had been acting a little strange during the last week.

"A present for your birthday," Mary answered, which suddenly wasn't a lie, but a perfect opportunity served up before her by the Lord.

"You had to pick it up at lunch?" Tiffany asked, her birthday not being until Saturday.

"Yes," Mary answered, knowing she'd been ordered to, but she couldn't say that.

"Okay," Tiffany replied, figuring it didn't really matter.

As class continued, Mary pondered how Saturday would be perfect. She'd arrange an entire day focusing on Tiffany, and hopefully it would all end in a climactic finale.

Monday finished anti-climatically, as she got her period.

During the next few days Mary planted seeds with Tiffany while also doing a little Christian goodwill licking for Mistress Gloria and Principal Jones.

Tuesday:

A longer hug for Tiffany in the morning, with Tiffany participating more comfortably.

Two compliments: one on her eyes and another on her cute outfit.

Three times she touched her hand and once her leg.

At lunch break, Mary was summoned to Principal Jones' office.

"How's it going, Mary?" the Principal asked from her perch on top of her desk.

"Very good," Mary replied, seeing from her location that this wasn't just a social visit, and it definitely wasn't disciplinary.

"Gloria tells me that Kendra knows about you."

"Yes, she does."

"Has Kendra spoken to you?"

"I haven't seen her at all since Sunday at Mrs. Taylor's house," Mary answered.

"If you decide you want to use her or any of the other pets here, you can use this," Principal Jones offered, handing her a key.

"Really?"

"Yes, this gets you into a secluded room behind the gym. The key will open the door to a hallway, and then room three," Gloria explained.

"Thank you, that's quite something," Mary said, accepting the key, although not able to fathom actually using it.

Principal Jones uncrossed her legs, spread them wide and said, "I think I know how you can repay me."

"Mmmmmmm," Mary said, kneeling between the Principal's nylon-clad legs. "I may have to come up with reasons to repay you every day."

"Such a good girl," the principal moaned, as the sweet teen lapped at her cunt. She had quite a few students and a few colleagues who'd serve her at a moment's notice, but none made her as happy as this church girl sweetheart.

"I love your cunt," Mary said, loving to use the C word now... a word she'd recently perceived as taboo and disgusting had become a word of liberation for her. Every woman had a cunt... pink perfection... succulent scent... tantalizing taste... heaven. Why would any women be ashamed of having a cunt?

It brought such intense pleasure.

It even brought life.

"You're a great cunt licker," Principal Jones approved, knowing the effects of encouragement.

"Thank you," Mary said, loving to know she was good at what she did. She loved acing a test, she loved winning a debate, and she loved skyrocketing a woman off with her tongue.

"You'll soon be spreading the gospel throughout our entire school," Principal Jones moaned, imagining wild lesbian orgies with cries of 'Hallelujah!' before the school year was out.

"I hope so," Mary agreed, knowing that would be the next step in her journey of self-discovery and liberation.

"I know so," she reassured the girl, before closing her eyes and letting the eager teen get her off.

Mary devoured her sexy snack for a few minutes until she was rewarded from the fountain of God as heavenly nectar gushed out onto her tongue.

"Lap up the Lord's cream," Principal Jones moaned, knowing the training of this religious girl went best if every sexual act served as a religious metaphor.

"Bless me with your cunt cream," Mary prayed, as she lapped up the sweet cum.

Once her orgasm was over, Principal Jones smiled, looking down at the wet-faced girl, "Tomorrow I'm going to fuck you, my pet."

"Sorry, but I just began my period yesterday evening," Mary explained, wishing she could indeed get fucked.

"So?"

"So we can't," Mary said.

"Of course we can," Principal Jones disagreed, shaking her head at the naïve girl. "Some of the best sex is during that time. We get to fuck the Devil out of you, and we can reclaim your cunt from the Bastard Sinner."

"Oh," Mary said, liking what she heard, but she still cautioned, "it will be messy."

"Let me worry about that," Principal Jones dismissed the subject, standing up.

"Okay," Mary said, as the bell rang.

"Back to class," Principal Jones ordered, loving the power she had in this school.

"Yes, Mistress," Mary nodded, nervous but excited about the idea of Principal Jones fucking the Devil out of her.

That night, Mary researched sex during a woman's period. She was fascinated to learn that sex can be enhanced during a woman's period, since due to hormonal changes she's able to become more aroused.

Mary was even more excited to learn that during-period sex could shorten the menstruation cycle, since muscle spasms during an orgasm encourage the menstrual flow to be released more quickly.

Equally inviting, the hormones released into the body during sex relieve menstrual cramps, calm mood swings, and assist in preventing downturns in energy levels.

Mary still thought it would be messy, but the positives that went along with it, plus her being permitted to enjoy a good fuck tomorrow after all, were all reasons to be excited... plus, anything to get rid of those Satanic cramps.

Wednesday:

Tiffany was baffled by her best friend's behaviour, as well as by her more provocative mode of dress. It wasn't slutty or even over the top, but instead of doing everything possible to conceal her figure, her apparel now enhanced her slender, athletic shape; instead of wearing drab colours, she was now choosing bright ones that enhanced her sparkling green eyes, and her strawberry blonde hair was now attractively falling loosely to her shoulders instead of being compressed into the tight buns she recently favoured.

The hugs were pleasant, the compliments were nice (no one else ever complimented her), but the quick kiss on her cheek today was confusing to Tiffany. Something was different about Mary. No, that wasn't right: everything was different about Mary including her being more confident and assertive, except that she was still the dear, supportive friend she'd always been. But why all these changes?

This feeling of things being different was compounded when they were in the bathroom together and Mary put her foot up on a bench to tug up her pantyhose, which turned out not really to be pantyhose.

Mary knew the key in this seduction was slow and steady, and today she decided to reveal her sexier hosiery choice, Tiffany being one of the few girls besides Mary who wore nylons every day. She put her foot up on a stool and pulled the top of her thigh highs up even though they didn't need doing... they were very good at staying in place. She sighed slightly dramatically, "I'm still getting used to these."

"What are they?" Tiffany asked, curious just as Mary hoped she'd be.

"They're called thigh highs."

"Oh," Tiffany said, unsure what the practicality of such hosiery might be. She, just like Mary had been before the fateful day she met Mistress Gloria, was a naïve and innocent girl.

"They make me feel sexy," Mary added, trying to draw her friend in a bit more.

Tiffany let out a slight gasp at hearing the word sexy. Not that she was such a prude that the word was offensive or anything, it was just a word she'd never heard Mary say.

"What? You don't think so?" Mary asked, trying to pose a bit sultrily.

"They look nice," Tiffany replied, not knowing what else to say, even though she wondered how they stayed up.

Mary said, "They feel amazing. They're actually quite liberating."

"Really?" Tiffany asked.

"Yes, I don't feel so confined like I did in full pantyhose," Mary said, finally putting her leg down after posing way longer than necessary for any purpose other than a seduction, before adding, "plus, it's less trouble to go the washroom." Or to have someone eat my pussy, Mary thought to herself but obviously didn't say out loud.

Tiffany laughed, as Mary headed into a stall, "That would be nice." She liked pantyhose, they made her feel more attractive since her skin was so pale regardless of the season, but she did hate pulling them down to go to the washroom or whenever they were slightly too tight (leaving rings around her waist after she removed them).

Mary, content with her snail-like enticements, went pee and was washing her hands when she heard over the intercom, "Mary Martins to the office, please. Mary Martins to the office."

"Again?" Tiffany asked, Mary having been called there several times during the past week and a half.

Marry shrugged, "Principal Jones has been assisting me with my resumé for scholarships." This wasn't really true of course, but she was indeed learning a lot.

"Really? I didn't know she did that," Tiffany said.

"Yeah, she's really taken me under her wing recently," Mary said as she mused to herself, And under her desk.

"Wow!" Tiffany said, thinking of Principal Jones as more of a disciplinarian than a mentor.

"Yeah, she's a lot different than she appears to most people," Mary added, thinking that could be the understatement of the decade.

"So it seems." Tiffany said, before adding, "you'd better get going, then."

"Right," Mary nodded, and headed to the office.

Once she'd arrived, Principal Jones asked, "Ready to have Satan fucked out of you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Mary answered, before adding, "but isn't it going to be messy?"

"A little," Principal Jones nodded, as she pressed a button and her secretary Mrs. White came in.

"Yes, ma'am?" Mrs. White asked.

"The towel please," Principal Jones requested.

"Of course, Mistress," Mrs. White nodded, with the door closed and only the three of them able to hear the submissive response.

She left and Principal Jones asked, rather casually, "So how are things going?"

"They go," Mary answered, wondering still whether Mrs. White, the chubby black secretary, was aware of the devious activities that went on behind the Principal's door.

"Your seduction of Tiffany?"

"A snail's pace," Mary admitted.

"Want me to help?"

"No, but thanks," Mary answered, although her assistance could make it a lot easier. She desperately wanted to become able to tell her best friend everything she'd learned, yet she felt this was her turn to make. "I think I need to gain the experience of doing it myself."

"Good answer," she nodded, as Mrs. White returned with a black towel. She wordlessly laid it on the floor in front of the desk.

"Anything else, Mistress?"

"Take your break," she answered, "Mary is probably hungry too."

"I could use a lick," Mary smiled, her question about how open to be with Mrs. White answered, thinking it would be interesting to serve while being fucked. She'd always been good at multitasking.

"I've wanted to see this cute thang between my black legs ever since she submitted," Mrs. White said, surprising Mary with her words and a sudden kiss.

Mary kissed the black woman back before the secretary hiked up her dress to reveal thigh high stockings, of course, and no panties, of course. She hopped onto the desk, spread her legs and said, "Come and eat my chocolate pie, my sexy vanilla slut."

The racial words were surprising and a turn-on for Mary as she looked at the black woman's spread legs encased in dark beige nylons, and her pussy with an abundance of ultra-curly hair.

"Get licking," Principal Jones ordered, standing up to reveal she didn't have a skirt on, but she did have a strap-on on.

"Yes, Mistress," Mary replied, stepping between the black legs and bending over, assuming she was about to get fucked from behind, and began licking, trying to burrow a path through the thick tangle of black hair.

Principal Jones walked around her desk, raised the teen's skirt, tugged down her panties and pulled out the tampon, and dropped it to the floor.

Mary could feel a bit of wetness leak out of her, she usually had a heavy period, as she uncovered a path through the hair and began devouring the tasty chocolate pie.

"Fuck the slut," Mrs. White surprised Mary by her words. Those words from the sweet older woman just seemed so surreal, although everything since her initial revelation had been surreal.

"Slut, this teenager is going to be your Mistress soon," the Principal clarified in a cold voice. "Is that clear?"

"S-s-sorry, Mistress," Mrs. White apologized, as Mary kept licking, thinking it would be fun to have Mrs. White for her pet. Truth was, the brief moment of power she'd been given to dominate Mistress Gloria had been exhilarating, and she was looking forward to experiencing that rush of adrenaline again.

"Ready to have the Devil destroyed?" Principal Jones asked, her strap-on poised between Mary's pussy lips and ready to slide inside.

"Yes, Mistress, fuck the hell out of me," Mary said, thinking it was a quick witty answer.

"Devil be damned," Principal Jones declared, sliding inside the teen's cunt.

"Ooooooooh, yes," Mary moaned as she was filled with the holy sceptre.

Mrs. White watched from above, enjoying the sexy reality show, something she often got to do with teens converted to the cause. Her daughter would be eighteen in a month, and she couldn't wait to see Mistress Jones convert her. She wasn't sure how she felt about having incest with her daughter, although Mistress had made it clear it would be happening. The thought had her horny again, and she grabbed the back of the teen's head and pulled her deeper into her fevered pussy.

Mary licked hungrily; God, she loved the heavenly taste of cunt. She could lap the Lord's greatest creation every day. The pleasure of pleasing was enhanced by the pleasure of receiving as she began getting fucked and possibly because of her period, this time the fucking seemed especially intense.

"Oh yes, fuck the Devil out of my cunt," Mary demanded a couple minutes into a deep fucking.

The secretary smiled at the religious undertones used to manipulate the teen to become a fuck-toy as her own orgasm grew... this nerdy girl was an amazing rug muncher.

"Oh yes, we'll strip you of the sinister sin of Satan," the Principal alliterated adorably, slamming into the teen.

"Oh yes, God is Great," Mary declared (sounding more like Tony the Tiger than an evangelist) another minute later as her orgasm erupted through her like a hurricane.

This exaltation being cried directly into her cunt turned on the black woman even more, and she came a few seconds later from the girl's impressive multitasking, her licking not letting up even as she was coming... something the secretary had never experienced before.

Mary's entire existence tingled with euphoria as she came and then began swallowing, mere seconds later, the joyous cream of the Lord.

"Eat my cunt cum," Mrs. White ordered, as her intense orgasm ripped through her... this teen was a natural pussy pleaser.

"Mary, you're pure again," Principal Jones declared, pulling out of the teen a few slow pumps later.

"Thank you, Mistress," Mary responded, thrilled to feel the overwhelming gift of God as she wrestled with Satan inside her.

The principal took the strap-on off and dropped the messy red-stained cock onto the towel before sauntering back to her desk. "Mary, you should probably get to class."

Still hungry for more of the Lord's peach perfection Mary begged, "May I please you first?"

"Well, since you ask so nicely," Principal Jones smiled, loving the girl's eagerness, and figuring this was better than whatever she could be learning in class.

Mary bounded enthusiastically around the desk, dropped before the dominant woman and dove between her legs and into her oasis of tranquility.

"Clean up the mess, slut," Principal Jones ordered, after having been so generous as to allow her pet secretary to enjoy an orgasm while she was on the clock.

"Yes, Mistress," Mrs. White obeyed, getting off the desk and feeling her wetness leaking out of her.

Principal Jones didn't need long under the ministrations of Mary's eager tongue before she was close to coming. "Get ready to be baptized, my slut," she declared.

"Yes, baptize me," Mary replied, as she hungrily lapped the sweet cunt before her.

"You're now blessed," the wicked principal declared as she came all over the teen's face.

"Thank you, Lord," Mary replied while lapping up the sweet cum she was now addicted to.

"Good girl," she smiled, enjoying the orgasm and the teen's submissive nature. She wasn't convinced Gloria was correct, Mary was way too submissive to be a dominant. But she was confident she could become an important member of the movement, if only to please the many women.

A couple minutes later, Principal Jones said, "You may go to class now."

"Thank you," Mary said, standing up.

"You look so cute with cunt cum on your face."

"Thank you."

"You will continue to wear it as a secret symbol of your dedication to the Lord," Principal Jones ordered, thinking no one would really catch on it was cunt cum... except perhaps some of her other sluts to whom she'd done the same thing.

"I'd love to," Mary said, although she hoped it didn't look too obvious.

"Good girl," the Principal approved. "Now get yourself to class."

"Yes, Mistress," Mary nodded, heading out. She went to the washroom to check out her face before going to Mrs. Walker's class. In the hallway, for the first time all week she saw Kendra, who was approaching her and smiling as they neared each other.

Kendra asked, "Just leave Principal Jones' office?"

"Yeah," Mary admitted, sensing that the evidence on her face was pretty obvious to a trained eye.

"Still hungry?" Kendra asked, now standing right in front of her.

"Um, I, w-well," Mary stammered.

Kendra couldn't believe Mary could be a dominant as Mistress Gloria had claimed, so she decided she might as well take advantage of a pussy pleaser since one was available.