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"Bathroom, now," Kendra ordered.

"I was going there anyway," Mary justified herself, trying to make it look like she wasn't obeying, as she figured out how to play this. Gloria had told her the cheerleaders would be her pets, and although she was always happy to taste another pussy and become even closer to the Lord, she didn't want to set a precedent where a bitch like Kendra thought she was in control.

"Good," Kendra said, noticing just the slightest chip on the shoulder of this usually compliant wallflower. But she could easily overcome that.

In the bathroom, Kendra ordered, after looking around to make sure no one else was there, "Last stall." Truth was, there were a dozen nerds, jocks and lesbians who had serviced her in that last handicap stall, which gave her more room.

"Okay," Mary obeyed, her natural submissive nature and instant hunger overriding the strong will she should have been showing at this moment.

Kendra grabbed the 'Being Cleaned' sign and propped it in the washroom's entranceway and strolled in, knowing that artifice would leave them uninterrupted... the daytime janitor being a submissive slut who was at her beck and lick already... and was at the beck and lick of the entire squad, actually.

Kendra walked into the stall and Mary asked, "What about getting caught?"

"I put out the being cleaned sign," Kendra explained.

Recalling that she'd seen that sign forbidding entrance to this bathroom many times, mainly memorable because it had made her walk to another bathroom quite a distance away, Mary smirked, deciding to be blunt, "So this bathroom is often used for cunt munching?"

Kendra let out the slightest gasp at hearing the sweet, docile Mary using the word cunt, but she nodded, "This stall is definitely used a lot for purposes other than its typical ones."

Mary said, as she raised her skirt, a sudden rush of power swooping into her from above, "Knees."

"Excuse me?" Kendra asked, surprised by this nerd's monosyllabic shift from submissive to dominant.

"Knees, NOW," Mary ordered with quiet power, pointing her finger to the floor.

"You're serious?" Kendra asked, still in shock at the attitude of this usually meek girl.

"You're my servant," Mary growled... yes, the little lamb actually growled. "I assume Mistress Gloria already clarified that to you."

"But how? You?" Kendra asked, still stunned by this unexpected turn of events.

"Bimbos don't question, they obey," Mary asserted, a massive rush of power coursing through her as if a warrior angel had consumed her soul and taken control. "Knees now, servant."

"I can't believe this," Kendra said as she couldn't restrain herself from lowering herself before the nerd.

"Eat my cunt, bitch," Mary ordered, lifting up her skirt, the power rush consuming her soul, not recalling she was on her period.

Kendra shouldn't have been stunned to see no panties, and thigh highs, these were all expectations of Mistress Gloria; yet seeing all these under Mary's skirt was still rather surreal. She also saw a bit of red... was Mary on her period?

Mary saw the stunned and disgusted look on the cheerleader bitch's face, remembered her period, and feeling a rare moment of retribution for every girl ever bullied or demeaned by some popular girl, she grabbed the cheerleader's head and shoved it into her cunt. "Good eyesight Kendra, and you're right: today they're calling me Bloody Mary. Get eating, bitch."

Kendra was stunned, disgusted, yet she obeyed, beginning to lick, detecting a faint taste of iron in Mary's cunt juice.

Mary moaned as the cheerleader licked her clit, in part because of the excitement of being in control... of making a cheerleader into her pet.

Principal Jones had dressed again, and she was watching the devious scene in this frequently used bathroom stall where she'd had a secret camera with audio installed. She smiled as she saw Mary's personality shift and had to admit that perhaps Gloria was correct.

"Good girl," Mary moaned, recalling the training she'd received at the hands of her Mistresses.

I can't believe this, Kendra thought to herself as she concentrated on licking the nerd's clitoral area and avoiding the pussy.

After a minute, Mary ordered, revelling in the power she was channeling, and at this opportunity to begin completely overhauling the school's ridiculous social hierarchy, "Don't be so squeamish you pussy, spread my cunt lips and fuck me with your tongue."

Kendra was disgusted, but oddly turned on by this amazingly strong-willed nerd as it turned out that Mistress Gloria had indeed known what she was talking about. So she obeyed and was surprised to discover that hint of iron or not, this cunt tasted utterly heavenly.

"Good girl," Mary conditioned as the cheerleader obeyed, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through her. Sure, she loved being obedient to Mistress Gloria and Principal Jones and perhaps other adults, but she knew at this moment as she dominated this cheerleader, that at least when it came to girls her own age, she would be in charge. She loved the power that God had gifted her; she loved the thrill of someone's submission.

Kendra couldn't tell if Mary was being condescending or sweet, but she didn't care. This cunt was without a doubt, the sweetest, tastiest, cunt she'd ever licked, even including Mistress Gloria's, and she knew without a doubt she'd drop to her knees before this nerd in a heartbeat, given the chance to do so again. For one thing, she was curious if the period made the taste so good, or if this was just the God-given taste of her cunt.

For three or four minutes, Kendra licked and Mary moaned, before Mary's second orgasm in half an hour coursed through her.

Kendra was startled by the massive gush of cunt cum cresting over her face, but she eagerly lapped up as much of the sweet taste as she could... addicted to the nerd's delicious stream.

"You look so cute with my cum on your face," Mary squeaked condescendingly in a baby voice, as she stepped back and looked down at the cheerleader.

"You taste amazing," Kendra said, ignoring the dominant message Mary was imparting as unnecessary, making it clear she was already her eager cunt muncher.

"Be a good pet and you'll get your fair share," Mary promised, power going to her head like it had for Lady Macbeth... which made her realize she needed to control this power and not let it control her. Like Supergirl, she needed to use her power not for herself, but for good.

"Yes, Mistress," Kendra replied, wanting to make her submissive allegiance to Mary clear beyond a doubt.

"I expect you to bring me another cheerleader or two soon," Mary said, thinking maybe her existing pets (as they began existing) could help her to grow the flock.

"Yes, Mistress," Kendra agreed, already thinking of two others who loved eating cunt.

Mary looked at her watch and said, "I'm going to be late."

"You already were before you used my face," Kendra pointed out.

"Well now I'm really going to be late," Mary laughed, pulling Kendra up and kissing the pretty cheerleader.

Kendra kissed her back and Mary said, "I do taste good."

"Amazing, actually," Kendra embellished.

"God blessed me," Mary smiled.

"He did," Kendra agreed.

"She did," Mary corrected, bestowing one more kiss before walking out.

Kendra stood there dazed for a second as she wondered what had just happened. Plus, she was still horny as fuck... actually hornier now than before.

Mary walked out and the janitor, a larger woman named Janet, who went to her church and sang in the choir with her, smiled at her.

Janet was shocked to see who was coming out of the secret sex bathroom, wondering if the Minister's daughter had been turned... the redness in her cheeks proved that she had. "Hi, Mary."

"Hi, Mrs. Foster," Mary greeted, noticing the look of curiosity on the woman's face. I wonder...

A minute later Kendra walked out, saw slut Janet, and waved her inside... she was going to be very late for class, too.

Janet smiled, always hungry for teen cunt, and also dying to know how Mary fit into this puzzle, followed the cheerleader into the washroom and was soon taking her snack break.

Principal Jones was horny again, so she paged one of her pet playthings to finish her off while she watched her janitor service the cheerleader.

After school, Mary insisted they go shopping to get Tiffany some new nylons. Tiffany protested, barely, but two hours later Tiffany had two pairs of thigh high stockings, Mary had bought herself another pair, and although she did nothing too blatant, Mary continued the sly seduction of her best friend by complimenting her, touching her, and even tracing her hand up and down Tiffany's legs in admiration while she tried on a pair of thigh highs.

Tiffany was surprised by how silky soft the nylons were, and how weird they felt ending where they did. She also was stunned when Mary stroked both of her hands along her leg and how it made her body tingle in a way it definitely shouldn't with a chum... which confused her.

Mary could tell Tiffany was confused and slightly uncomfortable, so she didn't push it... even though the idea of tasting Tiffany, of being her first, was very exciting. But patience is a virtue. Before her life-changing revelation she'd had great patience, but afterwards resisting temptation had become a lot more challenging.

Thursday:

The day was crazy.

Two tests, and for the first time ever Mary was a bit stressed by them as her newfound life had subtracted from her accustomed many hours of studying. Mary's grades were among the top five in the school, and she didn't want them to slip or to lose potential scholarships when she was so close to the finish line.

So except for showering more compliments on Tiffany and raising her skirt slyly to check whether she was wearing the thigh highs, which she was, she focused on her academics.

Tiffany was surprised by the strange feeling of liberation she felt while wearing the thigh highs. She kind of felt naked in them under her skirt, but she also felt kind of wild, which excited her. She also wasn't surprised when Mary lifted her skirt and she just said, "Of course I'm wearing them... they're terrific!"

Mary felt this was a great step... that Tiffany was obeying her order even if perhaps it wasn't a conscious choice. So after school, she decided to continue the seduction process as they studied together for another test on Friday, this one in Math.

Mary deliberately left her new vibrator in plain sight on her bed, as well as three online stories she'd printed. She realized her mother could walk in and find them, but she knew her mother respected her room and usually didn't go in there, and even if she did, perhaps it would escalate her mother's upcoming seduction.

Mary said, wanting Tiffany to be the one to discover the vibe and the stories, "Go to my room and open our books, I'll grab us a couple of drinks and some snacks."

"Okay," Tiffany said, heading to Mary's room... which was her second home.

Mary went to the kitchen, taking her time, wondering how Tiffany would react.

Tiffany went into the bedroom and was about to toss her bag on the bed when she noticed some papers already lying there along with a weird-looking gadget.

Tiffany went to move the papers, three bundles individually stapled... which she first assumed were study notes. She went to read the first one, a very thick booklet (not surprising because Mary always took copious notes), and she gasped at the title: Bedding the Babysitter.

What's this?

The next booklet had a much more direct title: Lesbian Seduction: A Stockings Tale.

Is Mary a lesbian?

Tiffany examined the last booklet, another one that was pretty thick, and saw the title: 2 Mistresses.

Tiffany was flustered as she tried and failed to think of innocent story lines that could match such titles. Something about a cute puppy living with two ladies? Unlikely.

She then recalled seeing the weird gadget and she picked it up, not knowing what it might be. She switched it on and it started buzzing, which startled her into dropping it on the bed.

Mary was lurking just outside her door when she heard the buzzing. Figuring it was perfect timing, she walked in and acted out, "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed!"

Tiffany was equally embarrassed as she snatched up the whatever-it-was and fumbled to turn it off.

"I forgot I'd left all this stuff on my bed," Mary said, faux urgently gathering up the readings.

"No worries," Tiffany reassured her doubtfully, trying to act casual and still wondering what on earth was in her hand.

Mary tossed the readings on top of her dresser and asked, "You're okay that you're holding my vibrator in your hand?"

Tiffany dropped it back onto the bed as if it had burst into flame as she realized what it was, and where it had likely last been.

"I'm so sorry," Mary said, still acting mortified, as she grabbed the vibrator, switched it off and squirreled it away in her drawer.

"It's okay," Tiffany said, a little... or perhaps a lot... shell-shocked.

"I'm so embarrassed," Mary continued going for an Oscar.

"It's okay," Tiffany repeated, but had to ask, "But... are you a lesbian?"

"I don't know," Mary said sheepishly.

"It's okay if you are," Tiffany said, seeing the vulnerable Mary again, not the outgoing free spirited one of the past couple of weeks.

"You sure?" Mary asked.

"Yeah," Tiffany said, taking Mary's hands in hers. "It's okay."

"Thanks," Mary said. "I really appreciate your support; I'm just coming to terms with my sexuality."

"I didn't know you were questioning it."

"I didn't either," Mary said, which had been true until the moment Gloria had awakened that new side of her.

"So was that thing for your vagina?" Tiffany asked, both curious and not sure what else to say.

"Yeah," Mary said, smiling, "it can be rather life-changing."

"Where did you get it?"

"From a friend," Mary answered, not lying. She then asked, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"More personal than what we're already talking about?" Tiffany smiled, trying to make the conversation as casual as possible... she was quite curious.

"Do you masturbate?"

"Mary!" Tiffany gasped, that not being the question she'd been expecting, although she didn't know what she was expecting.

"I'll take that as a yes," Mary smiled, seeing Tiffany's cheeks go ruby red in a heartbeat.

"I know that you do," Tiffany joked, "or at least I do now," putting the spotlight back onto Mary and off of herself.

"All the time," Mary giggled like a younger schoolgirl.

"This is a conversation I wasn't ever expecting," Tiffany shared, giggling herself.

"Well, we are best friends," Mary said. "There shouldn't be any secrets between us."

"Agreed," Tiffany said.

Thinking this was enough for today, she didn't want to push it too far, Mary said, "We should probably study."

"Yes, we probably should," Tiffany agreed.

That night, Tiffany went on amazon and searched vibrators... although she didn't order one. She was too worried her mom might open the package.

Gloria texted Mary: Can you come over tomorrow evening?

Mary, whose period was on its way out, and missing seeing her Mistress, responded: Definitely. What time?

Gloria: 7

Mary: I'll be there

Friday:

Was rather uneventful.

The cheerleaders were away at some competition.

Principal Jones was away at some meeting.

Mrs. Walker was away at some conference and her substitute was a geeky man with a pocket protector.

Mary took her math test and was picked up by her Mom after school like she was every Friday to get groceries and go out for a Mom and daughter dinner... which she'd somehow forgotten when telling Gloria she'd be there at seven.

Inside the grocery store Mom asked, "So how was your school week?"

"Pleasantly surprising."

"How so?" Mom asked, noticing a significant change in her daughter since she'd caught her post-masturbation.

"I was befriended by one of the cheerleaders," Mary said.

"Really? That's great," Mrs. Martins said.

"Yeah, we really got to know each other," Mary said, loving the naughty innuendo that her mother would never catch onto, although in fairness only Kendra really got to know Mary... something Mary planned to rectify in the near future. She wanted to be like Gloria: a Mistress, but a Mistress who gives as good as she receives. She'd read some stories about Mistresses who were cold, like Samantha Summers in the 2 Mistresses stories, or who never went down on their pets, and she couldn't understand the point of that... it definitely wasn't very Goddess-like.

"That's great," Mrs. Martins said, recalling the bitch cheerleaders from her own schooldays. She imagined the hierarchy hadn't changed all that much.

"Yes, it really was," Mary agreed.

They were in the vegetable aisle and Mary's back stiffened when she heard a voice greet them, "Hi, Mrs. Martins. Hi, Mary."

"Hi, Principal Jones," Mom replied.

"Hi, Principal Jones," Mary parroted, assuming an honorific of Mistress wouldn't be appropriate at this juncture, as she turned around and saw a long, thick cucumber being held in the Principal's hand... so of course her first thought was, I bet she'd fuck me with that given the chance.

Principal Jones responded to Mary's Mom, "Call me Tamara." She then asked, "And what are you two doing this lovely evening?"

"Getting groceries and then dinner," Mom replied cordially.

"Oh, Mom, I forgot to tell you: I have to babysit at seven," Mary said, thinking it wasn't a hundred percent lie... she was planning to look after a pussy.

"Oh," her mother said, unable to hide her disappointment.

"Sorry, Mom," Mary said. "I completely forgot about it until just now."

"It's okay," Fran said; she really looked forward to these Friday dinners, hating to be alone on a Friday night, as her husband spent the time at church for couples counselling and working on his sermon.

"This may be a bit forward," Tamara said, while slyly glancing to her teen pet, "but I'm free for dinner tonight."

"Really?" Fran asked, while Mary's eyes went wide at the naughty possibilities.

"Sure," Tamara nodded. "I don't have a lot of friends here. It's a problem when a woman is in a position of authority."

"I get that," Fran nodded, before joking, "I have the same problem for the opposite reason."

"It's a date then," Tamara smiled, looking at the nervous teen. "Want to go to Evelyn's?"

"You'd need a reservation," Fran warned, Evelyn's being a posh place she'd never been to because of its high prices and her cheap husband.

Mary watched helplessly, like a witness who arrives too late to stop an automobile collision.

"I know the owner," Tamara tossed off, thinking of the sweet submissive and a relatively new member to the cause, thinking the newest member to join was probably standing right in front of her.

"That would be amazing," Fran said, adding, "I've always wanted to go there."

"I'll make a call," Tamara said. "Meet me there at 6:30?"

"Sure."

"And may I speak with your daughter for a moment?" the Principal asked.

"Of course," Fran nodded. "I'll meet you at the cashier in a few, honey."

"Sure, Mom," Mary agreed, wondering what was in store for her mother.

Tamara asked, "Think I can have her eating my cunt too?"

"I have no idea."

"I bet she'd love to worship my heavenly box," Tamara smiled, knowing the religious undertones helped to manipulate the religious teen.

"Mistress Gloria and I spoke about my recruiting her down the road," Mary whispered, looking around to see if anyone was within eavesdropping distance.

"Interesting," the dominant said, thinking she'd have to make a call to Gloria ASAP.

Mary, feeling so naughty and wanting to shock the Principal whispered, "Although if you can get her eating cunt before I do, all the better."

"Are you saying you want to eat your Mommy's cunt?" the Principal asked, curious.

Mary's face went beet red as she admitted, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to eat my Mom's cunt and have her eat mine," Mary answered, feeling her pussy tingle from the possibility.

"You really are a complex little sexy slut."

"I have layers," Mary joked, thinking of Shrek.

"That you do," she agreed. "I'd love to offer you a quick snack, but I have a few calls to make. But Monday I expect you in my office at eight am."

"I'll skip breakfast for that," Mary smiled. She then added, pointing to the cucumber still in the principal's hand, "Maybe you can fuck me with that big dick."

"Or maybe I can fuck your mother," the Principal replied, upping the ante.

"Fuck her to heaven," Mary suggested wickedly.

"I may just do that," Principal Jones smiled, hoping she could get permission to seduce the minister's wife.

Mary went to find her Mom while Tamara called the restaurant and Gloria.

.....

That night, Mary serviced Gloria.

Gloria serviced Mary.

Each wielded a strap-on at one point.

Both had multiple orgasms.

Between their cunt-licking and fucking sessions, Gloria informed Mary that Principal Jones wasn't allowed to seduce her Mom, but she did have permission to flirt and plant seeds that could help Mary with her future seduction.

Mary said, "Is it bad I was hoping Principal Jones could convert Mom to the cause?"

"No, I understand," Gloria nodded. "That's why I haven't converted my daughter."

"Haven't you?" Mary asked curious.

"No, I'm sorry to say, but it's in the works," Gloria explained a bit defensively even while being open with Mary about feeling that way, Mary being the burgeoning Chosen One after all. "Although I have made some moves on Carla to prepare the ground and I hope to complete her seduction soon. But the Lord gives us all challenges, none of us are perfect, and it's through overcoming these weaknesses in ourselves that we become closer to Her."

"I understand," Mary nodded, understanding that without extending our boundaries and dedication there was no real connection with a higher power.

"On another note, how is Tiffany coming along?"

Mary retold the week and finished, "So if all goes well, her birthday present tomorrow night will be an orgasm from me."

"Delicious," Gloria smiled, as she crawled between the teen's legs, "and speaking of orgasms..."

That night, Mary arrived home before her mother, and found out later that she and her... date?... had also gone to a movie: something Mom never did.

While Mary planned the final seduction of her best friend, Fran pondered the surreal evening where she'd gotten way too blunt about her sex life or lack of it, finally finding someone to talk to, someone who listened and seemed to understand.

Saturday:

Mary woke up excited.

Determined.

Feeling like the Lord was on her side.

She wrapped another vibrator she'd gotten from Gloria, this one as a present for Tiffany, as well as a sweatshirt she'd purchased two months ago... long before the wild revelations of the past couple of weeks.

The day was fun. Just the two of them. Both in thigh high stockings.

They shopped... while Mary complimented Tiffany relentlessly and touched her on a few occasions; Tiffany now noticed each compliment, each touch, wondering if Mary was being friendly or more. If it was more... did she want it to be?

They had lunch.

They went to a movie matinee where Mary grabbed Tiffany's hand during a scary part and Tiffany squeezed reassuringly.

Mary went to Tiffany's for her birthday supper with her family and gave her the sweater.

It wasn't until around 9:30 that Mary was in Tiffany's room... just the two of them.

Mary said, "Here's your second present."

"You didn't have to," Tiffany said, even as she took it.

"Of course I did."

"Why didn't you give it to me downstairs?"

"It isn't a present you should show to adults," Mary smiled.

"Oh," Tiffany said, understanding instantly.

"Open it."

"Okay." Once it was unwrapped, she opened the box and gasped.

"You seemed intrigued by mine," Mary pointed out, putting her hand on her best friend's nylon-clad leg.

"I don't even know how to use it," Tiffany said, holding it in her hands.

"I can show you," Mary said, thinking this was the perfect opening.

"That would be weird," Tiffany said.

"How weird?" Mary asked, suddenly a bit tentative. If this failed it could not only fail, but it could also ruin their friendship, and that would be something she couldn't bear.

"Well, we're just friends and all..." Tiffany tapered off, not knowing what else to say, even though the idea of Mary's helping excited her (having read several erotica stories since finding the three in Mary's room).

"We're best friends, true?"

"Well... yes, absolutely!"

"And how long have we been besties?"

"I don't know... since we were like... three?"

"Then who better to try things out with than each other? Especially new things that could turn out to be embarrassing with anyone else," Mary suggested, trying to make this casual and logical.

"Yeah... I guess," Tiffany said, tentative.

"I've always trusted you Tiff, always told you everything," Mary continued.

"Oh Mary, I'd trust you with my life."

"So I can trust you with a secret that has changed my life?"

"Absolutely," Tiffany nodded, noticing a sudden vulnerability and awkwardness in her best friend's voice. She also wondered if this secret was what had led to her best friend's strange behaviour the last little while... while also feeling a little hurt to discover Mary had a secret she hadn't already shared with her.

"There's one more thing I'd like to give you for your birthday," Mary said, her hand slowly creeping up her best friend's leg, thinking the time was now. Even though she wasn't sure whether she should just blurt out everything that had transpired during the past two weeks, or she should try to finish the seduction first.

Tiffany's entire body trembled as she wondered was Mary hitting on her? God, she was excited. She'd never considered herself a lesbian, although she'd always admired how pretty the cheerleaders were, how perfect their bodies were, and quite a few of the stories she'd read online last night were of a lesbian nature. Now that she thought of it, she found boys mostly dumb and exhausting. And if she were going to experiment and maybe find out who she was, then Mary was right: who better to find out with than someone she'd trusted and shared everything with for fifteen years?

Mary had her eyes and her heart wide open, reading the signs: Tiffany was being drawn in; Tiffany wasn't shoving her hand away; Tiffany's face and eyes looked a little nervous but there was also an eagerness there, and even some longing; Tiffany was ready... and somehow Mary knew her observations were accurate. It was as if the Lord had given her the ability to peer into the sexual soul of her best friend. Feeling it was imperative to do this seduction herself... to proceed because both she and Tiff wanted to, and not to rely on her story although she'd still need to tell it... and to prove to herself she could do this... she decided to cross the invisible line between just friends... to at least friends with benefits, as well as maybe to something even deeper if Tiffany was open to that as well.

Feeling the Lord watching from above, Mary began her first save. She leaned forward and kissed her best friend.

By now Tiffany was kind of expecting it... yet she was still stunned when it happened; her first kiss ever... at least a romantic one... and this one was definitely romantic... was from her best friend.

Even though it felt right, at first she was paralyzed. She didn't know what to do... didn't know what was okay to do. But maybe Mary needs to know this is okay with me. How about if I...?

Mary continued kissing her best friend and was just beginning to fear she may have misread the signs, when Tiffany began kissing her back. Relief coursed through her as the kiss remained tender and tentative but even so, nothing like just between two chums.

As she began to relax into it, Tiffany couldn't believe how nice this kiss felt. So intimate. So sweet. Her entire body felt warmth burning through it even though there were butterflies in there too.

For minutes... they did nothing more than kiss; they did nothing less than kiss. It was entirely mutual.

That moment frozen in time changed everything.

For both of them.

Mary broke the kiss and gently pushed Tiffany onto her back. Tiffany looked up at her friend lustfully.

Mary didn't speak. She parted her best friend's legs and moved her hands to her panties... thrilled to see the thigh highs still on. Tiffany was a perfect recruit for the cause.

All her doubts gone for now, Tiffany lifted up her hips to allow her panties to be removed.

Mary tossed them aside, noting the wetness, and reached for the toy. She said, turning it on and moving it to her friend's pussy, "I promised to show you how to use this."

Tiffany's only response was a moan as she felt a buzzing sensation touching down between her pussy lips.

"Now relax and let me show you the real pleasure God has gifted every female with," Mary said, her first reference to the greater plan she had in store for her best friend.

"Ooooooh," Tiffany moaned, vaguely hearing Mary's words as the pleasure from the toy was far more intense than her own fingers had ever been.

Mary moved the buzzing toy up and down between Tiffany's labia, teasing her as she pulled her into the pleasurably lust-filled experience that can only occur between two women of the Lord.

"Oh, God," Tiffany moaned, Mary smiling at her declaration.

"You have such a lovely-looking pussy," Mary complimented, dying to taste it, but pacing herself.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Tiffany struggled to say, the buzzing making her head a muddled mess.

"I want to do everything with you," Mary said, hinting at her master plan as she slid the toy inside Tiffany.

"Oh, God!" Tiffany moaned loudly.

"Just relax and let the pleasure God gave you consume your soul," Mary instructed in a soft voice.

"Yes," Tiffany agreed, "God, yes," the pleasure inside her indeed consuming her.

"I love you, Tiffany," Mary said sincerely, as she slowly glided the toy in and out of her best friend's cunt.

Tiffany begged, close to orgasm, "Faster, Mary, please faster."

"I can do better than that," Mary said, "bite down on your pillow," as she obliged the request, but also leaned forward and flicked Tiffany's swollen clit with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh my God!" Tiffany screamed into her pillow as her orgasm hit in a sudden intense explosion of pleasure the moment Mary's tongue touched her clit.

"Come for me, Tiff," Mary encouraged, although she was already doing so, "let me taste the Lord's greatest elixir."

Tiffany's body was quaking as Mary pulled the toy out and began lapping as wetness leaked out of her... Tiffany stunned both that Mary was between her legs licking up her cum, and that an orgasm could be so intense. Her mind seemed incapable of logical thought as myriad electrical currents seemed to be pulsing through her entire body, and all those currents were colliding together in a massive fireworks display inside her vagina.

Mary eagerly lapped up the sweet cum, thrilled that her plan had gone so well so far.

Tiffany couldn't move. The pleasure seemed to have paralyzed her even as her brain spun its wheels in place as it attempted to process what had just transpired and what might happen next.

Mary was slightly nervous. She had gone all in... literally... and as she lapped up the last of her friend's sweet nectar, she too was wondering what should come next after this brazen seduction.

But she felt the Lord guiding her as she crawled up towards her conquest's head and without any thought, only instinct and a natural sense that this was the natural progression, she kissed Tiffany once again.

Tiffany wasn't as surprised this time, although she first could feel and then was tasting her own juices on Mary's lips. This didn't disgust her like it might have... no... it was sweet, and it stirred a curiosity inside her: What will Mary taste like?

Mary kissed her for a couple more minutes, thrilled that Tiffany was kissing her back.

When Mary finally broke the kiss, Tiffany looked blearily up into her eyes and said simply, "Wow!"

Mary smiled, "Yes, wow. And this is just the beginning."

"What more can there be?" Tiffany asked, genuinely curious as to whether anything could be better than the sexual crescendo and the resulting climax she'd just experienced, or better than the rapture she'd just shared with her dear friend as they'd kissed afterwards. But whether or not it could be better, she was ready to explore and play whatever wild games Mary may have in mind. Eighteen years of being a good girl suddenly looked so boring, and the stimulant that had triggered this revelation, her orgasm followed by this deeper new emotional connection, made her want to follow Mary's lead and to experience even more.

Mary, seeing the look of lust in Tiffany's eyes, the same look she was sure she must have had when her own first orgasm had changed everything, smiled then decided to speak in a way she never had with Tiffany before, "What else? How would you feel about cunt munching, strap-on fucking, and lesbian orgies?"

"Oh my," Tiffany gasped before adding after a lengthy pause, "but I meant now."

"Now? Well, my strap-on is at home, and there are only two of us here so the lesbian orgy will also have to wait," Mary smiled wickedly, as she knee-walked up and straddled Tiffany's face, "but I do have a cunt that needs some munching."

Tiffany shook her head back and forth, not in negation, but as in shocked as she laughed, "I'm not sure which is more shocking, learning that you're a lesbian, or your liberal use of a dirty word that I clearly recall you saying on many occasions is an insult to all women."

Mary nodded, her pussy now hovering directly above Tiffany's face, "The word 'Cunt' is still inappropriate for a guy to say, and it's still dirty, but since each of us have one, and we've both just had some wickedly dirty fun with yours, I think it's completely okay for us to say it."

"Like black people can say the N word?" Tiffany asked, as she gazed up at her best friend's pussy seeming to glisten above her. To her at the moment, it looked nothing like a dirty cunt; it looked far more like a heavenly pussy. Or... "Right now yours looks more like a golden peach, dripping with sweetness."

"That's okay and how lovely, a cunt by any other name..." Mary agreed, as she lowered her peach onto her best friend's lips. "Now lick my peach, Tiff. Taste the Lord's greatest creation... cunt cum."

Tiffany still thought Mary's coarse term was a little over the top, as the Lord had created a plethora of amazing things to compare it to, like honeycombs, or fragrant orchids, but as she was swarmed with a scent she'd never smelt before, she extended her tongue to lick her best friend's pussy (she still couldn't believe she was doing this... they were the two most innocent girls in their school... no one would believe this was happening... even she didn't quite believe it).

"That's it," Mary moaned, exhilaration coursing through her at Tiffany's willingly succumbing to her... although calling it willing may be a stretch since she'd just sat down on her face without asking permission. And yet...

"Tastes so good," Tiffany said between tentative licks, in a lustful daze.

"The Lord created this perfect taste just for us," Mary said, slowly introducing the cosmology she hoped to share soon.

"He did a great job," Tiffany played along.

"No, She did," Mary corrected.

"Pardon?" Tiffany asked, this such a shocking thing to hear Mary say... even more shocking than everything that had transpired tonight.

"Later, I'll explain later," Mary said, Tiffany's tongue and the situation having gotten her so horny that her theology lesson could wait.

"Yes, this pussy tastes so good," Tiffany said, returning her focus to the pussy above her... My own sweet heaven, she mused with her own spiritual reference.

For a couple minutes more Tiffany licked; Mary moaned.

As Mary's orgasm built, she began slowly grinding back and forth.

Tiffany purred, "Yes, Mary, come all over my face."

"Stick that tongue all the way out, you sexy little cunt-loving slut," Mary ordered wickedly, testing the waters with some playful name calling.

This being her very first encounter with interpersonal sex in any way she was hardly a slut, but Tiffany wanted to be one... at least she did for Mary. She obeyed, and she also reached her hands around to squeeze Mary's ass.

Mary smiled at Tiffany's natural submissiveness, thinking how much this occasion mirrored her own submissive seduction, especially the way Tiffany's rapturous emotions duplicated Mary's first time.

"Oh yes," Mary moaned, slowly bucking her hips. Wanting to make it clear this was just the beginning, she added, "I'll be using this tongue and face all the time."

"Anytime," Tiffany agreed wholeheartedly, wanting Mary to know she was indeed game for this to be more than just a birthday bash.

"And anyplace?" Mary questioned, as she reached behind herself and tapped Tiffany's clit.

"Yes indeed," Tiffany trembled at the touch.

"You're such a good little slut," Mary moaned as she ground on her pet's face while tapping her clit.

"Ooooooh," Tiffany moaned, dying to get Mary off, but also loving the stimulation down below.

"Get ready for my divinely distilled, heavenly homemade cunt cum," Mary said, moving faster, her orgasm imminent.

Tiffany grinned at the triple alliteration as she kept her tongue extended and enjoyed the most pleasant facewash ever.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, thank you Lord," Mary declared, as her orgasm hit, and she flooded her best friend's face with her own personal baptism.

Tiffany was surprised by the volume of wetness splashing down onto her face, but she mindlessly licked up as much of the flood as possible... thinking this could be the equivalent of the Biblical parting of the Red Sea.

"Lick it all up, my cunt-craving slut," Mary ordered, as her orgasm cascaded from her like a waterfall.

Tiffany obeyed, lapping as much up as she could... wanting even more... unable to quench her thirst for this heavenly delicacy she'd never even considered encountering before this moment.

Finally Mary rolled onto her side and said, "Welcome, Tiff."

"Welcome?"

"To the revolution," Mary answered.

"Revolution?"

"Now that I've baptized you, I want to tell you everything that's happened to me in the past two weeks. May I?" Mary asked.

"You'd better," Tiffany said sternly.

"It's a long story," Mary warned.

"That'll give us time to recover before round two," Tiffany smiled.

"I've created an insatiable sinning slut," Mary teased playfully, as her hand brushed back and forth over Tiffany's belly.

"Takes one to know one," Tiffany taunted back, in the locker room having heard the cheerleaders bantering around such insipid nonsense before.

"You don't know a tenth of it," Mary said, not sure what fraction would be right.

"Then tell me everything."

So Mary did just that for the next hour or more, with Tiffany often gasping. Mary gave her a blow by blow of being seduced by Mrs. Taylor (She really spilled lemonade all over you to get you naked?), the different ways Mary had masturbated (Why haven't I thought of any of those?), the orgasms not only in church, but even one in the midst of the congregation while singing a hymn (No bleeping way!), the wild secret revolution and that there was a sizeable lesbian secret society in the community (And I've always thought our town was so straight-laced).

After swearing Tiffany to secrecy (I do so swear by our Goddess who art in heaven!), Mary then revealed the names of the very few people she knew of in the large secret society: "First of all there's Mistress Gloria Taylor (She's everyone's Mistress and you're just going love serving under her... such a wonderful wise woman with such a delicious cunt), Principal Tamara Jones (She's not as scary as everybody thinks, especially once you've been under her desk), Mrs. Jasmine Walker (I really want to serve her, especially if you can be there too, but maybe she's going to want to serve us instead), Mrs. Carol Susat (you know her from church; Mistress Gloria had her eat me out last Sunday and she was really good at it, so I bet we can get her to eat you too), Mrs. White (you know, the principal's secretary, and the principal told her I'd be her Mistress real soon, so I bet you can be too), cheerleader bitch Kendra (she tried to boss me around earlier this week, but I turned the tables on her, and after she gave me a nice orgasm she promised to bring me some more cheerleaders), and now of course, you yourself. We're gonna have so much fun!" As she listened to all the names, Tiffany got as horny as hell.

Once Mary was done... Tiffany clarified, "So I was your first seduction?"

"Yes."

"And you're going to do more?"

"We are going to do more," Mary emphasized. "I want you to be a part of everything."

"Then I want my own cheerleader slut," Tiffany decided.

"Only one?" Mary smiled.

"One of my own," Tiffany clarified.

"Sure, I can help you choose from the ones Kendra's going to bring us," Mary smiled, kissing her. The lengthy storytelling had, of course, gotten her quite horny again.

"I know this is a grade we'll never receive, but I sure wouldn't mind scoring a 69 right now," Tiffany wished, sounding corny, geeky and hot.

"Even hotter is being in a 69," Mary said, as she spun around and offered her pussy to Tiffany as Tiffany parted her own legs.

"Time to worship," Tiffany said, buying into the religious philosophy she was learning today. She'd always felt boys were treated better than girls, so the thought that she could be a part of toppling the apple cart and helping women rise to the top of the pedestal was a dream come true.

Mary licked away and felt liberated: she now had a partner in crime... someone to share her crazy last two weeks with and her even crazier future. Plus, she now had a fount that was always open where she could dine and worship and get her fix of the Lord's cum... everything was falling perfectly into the Lord's plan... the only real question was... what was next?

THE END