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1950s: Lick and Fuck Best Friends

Summary: Innocent virgin is seduced into a lesbian lifestyle.

Note 1: Thanks to Rebecca, the famous artist whose artwork inspired and was used for this new series. Especially her series 'Housewives at Play', 'Teens at Play' and 'Hot Moms'. Thank you for access to your entire book catalogue as well as your website for this massive series.

Note 2: This is the fourth chapter of a multi-chapter story about one woman's journey of sexual submission and lesbian exploration through the decades and through generations of family members.

In part 1, 1950s: 1st Time With a Girl, our 2015 protagonist Kimmy is given a gift of a scrapbook from her recently deceased great-grandmother, Rebecca. When Kimmy opens the scrapbook, she is shocked to find that the scrapbook is a journal of her beloved great-grandmother's sexual adventures...with drawings. Kimmy reads in awe of Rebecca's first time with a woman. Once done reading, Kimmy pleasures herself while reliving her most recent seduction of her nerdy science partner Zelda.

In part 2, 1950s: Housewives' Lesbian Society, our protagonist reads the next chapter in her great-grandmother's scrapbook. Rebecca is caught masturbating while babysitting and ends up having a sexual encounter with a MILF. Rebecca also learns of a secret lesbian society that is years old and she is offered the opportunity to be the newest submissive housewife pet. To earn the privilege to be the housewife pet for her senior year, she must meet the head mistress and service her. Lastly, Kimmy, so horny from the idea of a housewife sex club, envisioned dominating one of her neighbours.

In part 3: 1950s: Housewives' Pet Training, our protagonist learns about her great-grandmother's training to be a pet to a community of housewife lesbians. Rebecca is forced to suck cock for the first time, witnesses a massive housewife lesbian orgy, gets fisted and spanked before being ordered to seduce her best friend. Lastly, Kimmy gets herself off after a long night by imagining all the different MILF's she would like to seduce.

Note 3: Thanks to Robert, Sophia, Dave, Tex Beethoven and Wayne for editing.

Note 4: Normal text writing is present day; Bold is Kimmy flashing back to one of her own sexual encounters or fantasizing about one; italics is the scrapbook stories of our hero Rebecca.

Note 5: Also, please note that although I've tried to make the main characters as close as possible to look the same, the photos are taken from a massive collection from Rebecca's website. Thus, there will often be subtle differences (freckles, breast size, etc). That said, I don't believe it should hinder the enjoyment of the story.

Note 6: Of course, all characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.

1950s: Lick and Fuck Best Friends

I resisted the temptation to read more of great-grandmother's story for a couple of days, knowing I had to finish an essay for English and work on a couple of new routines for our cheerleading competition.

Yet, it was only a matter of time before I could no longer resist.

I grabbed a Coke and my vibrator, and continued the most riveting story I'd ever read... a lot more interesting than 'Hamlet', or 'Lord of the Flies' or 'Animal Farm'. Actually, if all books were this riveting, I bet a lot more young people today would read.

This is Eleanor.



Isn't she beautiful? So sweet looking, like me. Yet, also like me, she was just dying to explore her sexuality once the opportunity was given.

Mrs. Madison had ordered me to seduce her.

And even after all I had done, this was the hardest thing yet. So far, I had just obeyed people, and obedience came easily and naturally to me.

But to go on the offensive and try to seduce someone... to convince them to do something (even if that something was pretty nice) to do something that without my influence they would probably never even contemplate... that was a completely different matter. I couldn't even fathom how to broach the subject.

I didn't want to wreck our friendship. We had been Best Friends for years and had shared many experiences and challenges together. The archetypal tears and laughter had become cherished memories for us both. We were very close. To lose that bond would break my heart.

She had always given me enormous respect and trust over the years. I didn't want her to decide I was sick and twisted and untrustworthy.

That said, I started my first seduction knowing two things:
1. I had to go slow.


2. My bevy of Mistresses wouldn't allow me to have another orgasm until I accomplished my task (which made the 'I had to go slow' part rather inconvenient).

Mrs. Madison had given me some logical advice. I was to entice her through casual conversations and purposely plant seeds of thought that would entice Eleanor into slowly beginning to consider the notion that there were more options available than just traditional boy/girl relationships. That was simple enough... in theory.

I had been a doodler since grade one. By my senior year I was a pretty good artist (dearest Kimmy, I hope you agree), and often used my drawings to entertain Eleanor when class was boring. I would make fun of our teachers, or mock some of our fellow classmates. It was the one side of my personality that was not squeaky clean (well, it was until I dove whole-heartedly into the whole submissive lesbian rug-munching thing).

I wrote Eleanor a note during Mrs. Wallace's class: 'Want to see my latest drawing?'

Eleanor wrote back: Of course!

I warned: It's a little risqué.

Eleanor responded:???

I admitted: It's a partial nude.

Eleanor repeated:???

I continued: Of Lana.

Eleanor responded: NO WAY!!!!!

I responded: With Becky in the background.

Eleanor responded: Show me!!!

I teased, wanting to start my sly seduction by making her demand to see it: You sure???

Eleanor responded: YES!!!

So, I smiled at her, and then gave her a folded drawing that was naughty and provocative, but not an actual nude drawing.



I watched, excited and nervous as Eleanor secretively unfolded the picture.

I watched as her eyes went big.

I watched as her cheeks went red.

I watched as she looked up at me with shock.

Then, I shrugged and returned to vaguely listening to Mrs. Wallace drone on about neutrons.

Once class was done, Eleanor whispered to me in the hallway, "What made you do that?"

I lied, "I don't know. I just started drawing and thought to myself, 'let's do something a little less boring.'

"Well, that was certainly less boring!" Eleanor whispered back, her eyes very wide and shaking her head. She then added, "Is something going on? You've been acting a bit different lately."

"How so?" I asked, even though I knew she was right; I had been.

"I don't know," she said, before adding, "Well, for one thing you just drew porn."

"Porn?" I laughed. "You want to see porn, I'll draw you real porn. What kind do you like?"

"That's not what I said," she returned quickly, shaking her head. She was alarmed by my bold accusation as I had known she would be. For now, anyway. 'Little seeds, planting seeds, germinating seeds, growing seeds, lezzie seeds', I chanted in my head, making a little tune of it.

"I'm sick of being seen as boring," I admitted out loud, which was true.

"You're not boring," she said.

"I know that and you know that, but I want the rest of the school to know that too," I said, even as I pondered how to keep this conversation going.

"That you draw porn?" she asked.

"Maybe," I smiled wickedly, as others joined us and we switched to another topic.

A couple days later, while at a charity fundraiser meeting at lunch led by our school president Lori Salmon I decided to continue my artistic seduction. Lori was discussing all the different ways to raise money for a family who had lost their home in a fire. She discussed the usual ones: bake sales, auctions, a kids' carnival, and other banal ideas.

This had me thinking and I quickly drew a sketch with our school president selling cola. Wanting to make it edgy for Eleanor, this time I included a pussy tease.

Once done, I slyly leaned forward and whispered to Eleanor, who was in front of me, "Do you want to see my newest idea for fundraising?"

"Sure," she nodded. "But you could just show it to everyone."

I chortled, "Trust me, some here may not approve."

She turned around with a guarded look and said, "Let me see."

I handed her the drawing and watched as her mouth literally gaped open.



"Oh my God," she gasped, not able to tear her eyes away from my drawing.

Lori asked, "Anything you want to share, Eleanor?" Her tone, as usual, was bitchy.

Eleanor stammered, "N-n-no."

I interjected, "It's just that these ideas are always the same old fundraisers."

"And you have a better idea?" she asked, her tone implying I didn't.

"Sure," I nodded, before adding, "although it's a bit more risqué than our usually cookie cutter events."

"This I've got to hear," Lori said, clearly already looking forward to crushing my idea.

"A kissing booth," I said, the idea just popping into my head, since pussy munching and cock sucking seemed a bit too out there, although I considered to myself that if packaged right, they could make a lot of money.

"A what?" Lori asked.

"Charge a quarter a kiss," I shrugged. "Have each cheerleader or other girls in a booth for fifteen minute intervals kissing for charity. Of course, we could do this as an addition to the carnival."

"You're serious?" she asked.

"Betty and Veronica did it in the comics," I said, not sure if that was true, but they were quite popular at the time.

Chandra, a cheerleader, nodded, "I remember that." After a pause, she added, "It's a sexy idea and I bet I could get all the cheerleaders to do it."

"I bet they would be veeery happy to," Lori said with complete disdain.

"Stop being a prude," I said, which made everyone look at me. No one ever dared to question Lori, since she was very accomplished at squelching people flat, but paradoxically all the sexual submission I had undertaken recently had somehow honed me into a more confident person.

"Excuse me?!" Lori asked, glaring at me.

"For heaven's sake Lori, it's 1954, and a girl can kiss a boy and have it be just a kiss," I pointed out, before adding, "I don't see why you could oppose the idea; I've seen you go in the closet for 'seven minutes in heaven' games."

"This is not the place," she snapped, her face burning red with anger or embarrassment, maybe both.

I kept charging ahead, though. "It's pretty simple, the boys usually don't participate in our events. They will participate in a kissing booth."

"Actually," Chandra added, "Why not have a second booth where some of the football players are giving out kisses?"

"I'd line up to kiss Walker," the usually shy Penelope quipped.

"All the girls would," Chandra added.

"Enough, this is getting ridiculous," Lori said, trying to regain control of her meeting.

"I say we do it," Chandra said.

"I second it," I quickly added.

"There wasn't a motion on the floor," Lori argued.

Finally, Mrs. Parks, who was our student council advisor and who had been smiling the entire time, intervened. "Lori, there is a motion on the floor; kindly moderate it as such."

"You can't be serious?" Lori argued, shocked that the teacher was allowing the motion to even exist, let alone be taken seriously. I couldn't help but smile, knowing why she was allowing it.

Mrs. Parks pressed her point, standing up for more emphasis, "This is how democracy works, Lori."

"I don't think...." Lori began.

"This is not a debate, Lori," Mrs. Parks interrupted. "Chandra may not have worded it formally, but she clearly made a motion. Deal with it as such or I will have the vice-president chair the rest of this meeting."

Ten minutes later, after not much debate, my motion was passed.... Well, my idea, anyway.

Lori had glared at me the entire time, but I knew that if I was clever, this would be the start of a flame that would eventually grow into a wildfire in my upcoming campaign to seduce others... redefining myself was definitely the first step in the process.

Adding fuel to her hatred, I winked at her.

After school, Mrs. Parks took me aside. "That was awfully brave."

"I feel like a new woman," I admitted, before adding, "and I may be a submissive in the society, but I want to be a leader in the school."

"It was a great way to plant seeds for all your coming seductions," she added.

"I thought so too," I nodded.

"I think you deserve a reward," she smiled.

"I'm very grateful Mistress, but I have to go babysit," I whispered in her ear.

"Well, stop by my house tomorrow morning at eight," Mrs. Parks ordered.

"I love your breakfasts," I smiled.

"I know you do," she smiled back.

The next morning, Mrs. Parks rewarded me for my adventurous behaviour by presenting me with the best morning snack in the world... her pussy.

She had me get naked, which surprised me.

She surprised me a second time, by pushing me against the wall, dropping to her knees and burying her face between my legs and getting me off. I had thought I wouldn't be eligible for an orgasm until I had seduced my best friend Eleanor, but Mrs. Parks was one of my Mistresses and could do whatever she wished with me. And I was most definitely not going to complain!

I then enthusiastically returned the favour, as she rolled me onto my back, lowered herself onto my face and provided me with the best breakfast possible. We left damp spots all over her clean tablecloth, but she graciously told me not to worry about it.



A couple days later, Eleanor was over at my house and I had purposely left out a pornographic lesbian book that had been given to me by Mrs. Madison. It was placed to look as if I had wanted to hide it, but part of it was actually in clear view.

Eleanor was still in awe of all that had happened at the meeting and asked, "Are you going to be in the kissing booth?"

I I thought to myself that maybe we needed a third booth for girls to kiss girls. But I answered, "I'm not sure the boys would pay their money for me."

"Oh, they really would, Rebecca. I've heard guys saying recently that you're hot." Eleanor said.

"Oh? Good to know. Are you going to be in the booth?" I asked, even though I knew she had never had a boyfriend, nor had she ever even kissed a boy.

"God, no," she demurred, blushing. "I couldn't.

"Yeah, I think you're right," I nodded, "your first kiss needs to be special." As I said it, I realized then and there that I was determined to be the first to kiss both her pairs of lips. I was going to be her first everything.

"Plus, ninety-nine percent of the boys in our school are disgusting," Eleanor sighed.

I laughed, "True, true. There are no James Deans here."

"Isn't that the truth," she nodded. "Plus, you have the only really good guy in the school."

"He can be exhausting," I pointed out. This wasn't something I'd remotely believed before I first tasted pussy, but he was no longer all I wanted.

"Yes, you have it so tough, you poor thing," she sarcastically quipped.

I would love to tell her the truth, but this was way too early. So instead I said, "So what are you wearing to homecoming?"

"I have no idea," she said. "How about you?"

"I was thinking my new poodle skirt," I said.

"The shorter one?" she asked.

"Of course," I nodded. "It's my senior year, so I'm going to live for the moment."

"Is that your new philosophy?" Eleanor asked, as she sat on the bed, the pornographic book peeking out from underneath my pillow.

"Yes," I confirmed. I should note I wasn't an outcast or anything. I knew most people at school, and most people knew me. I just wasn't a leader or a cheerleader. I was on the Student Council only because I was head of the debate team. "No more sitting in partial shadows. I want to be noticed. I want to be heard. At some point I even want to be followed."

"Don't forget about shy little me," she joked.

I laughed, hinting at my true intentions slightly, "Trust me, Eleanor, you're going to be a big part of the new me. I want you close by my side for the entire, exciting ride. We're only seniors once."

"I'm in," she said, then noticed the book hiding only partly under my pillow. "What's this?" she asked, reaching for it.

I first feigned embarrassment. "Oh, oh, it's nothing," as I went to grab it just before she did. Of course, I was purposely too slow.

"Oh my," she said, as she stared at the cover, clearly trying to process what she had just found.



"Um, yeah, I found that in my dad's room," I lied.

"Have you read it?" she asked, still staring at the cover.

"The cover story, yes," I nodded.

"Is it really about lesbians?"

"Yes."

I could see her processing. I could see her red cheeks. I could see her curiosity being fanned into the beginnings of a flame.

I asked, "Would you like to take it home to read?"

"What? No!" she quickly said.

"It's okay," I continued, borrowing an argument Mrs. Parks had earlier used on me. "It's okay, Eleanor. It's 1954; we've come a long way since women couldn't vote."


"Um, I guess," she said, unsure.

Seeing her wavering, I elaborated, "The flappers in the 1920s fought for the right for women to be sexual beings instead of being shoehorned into tight corsets and wired into big dresses with bustles. The Second World War women fought to be perceived as equals in the war effort and in society and," I paused with a playful smile, "I am fighting for the right for Eleanor and I to read pornography."

"So we fought Hitler for the right to read lesbian pornography?" Eleanor asked back, laughing softly while now opening the book.

"Of course," I continued. "It wasn't really about stopping a madman, it was about fighting for the rights of women to lick pussy."
"Oh my God, Rebecca," Eleanor gasped. "What has gotten into you?"

I grabbed an empty coke bottle from the nightstand, held it up to show Eleanor and answered simply, "This."

This was actually a lie, since I wasn't allowed to come unless I had a Mistress's approval or was in the final stages of Eleanor's seduction. However not long ago Mrs. Parks had fucked me with a coke bottle.

"You put a coke bottle in your vagina?" Eleanor asked, a look of complete disbelief on her face.

"Yes," I nodded, "I actually had multiple orgasms from putting a coke bottle in my pussy." I wanted to stress the word pussy over the word vagina.

"I can't believe it," she said.

"If our men fought for my sexual freedom," I said. "Then I am definitely going to reward them by exploring said freedom."

"Are you a lesbian?" she asked.

"No," I said, but added, "I'm not sure if I only like boys though."

"Oh," she said, suddenly looking nervous and maybe a bit vulnerable.



I grabbed from inside my nightstand another pornographic book that I had already read and handed it to her. I said, "Read this one. It does an amazing job of describing how sex can be more than just a man and a woman."

"How many do you have?" she asked.

"Three," I answered.

"Have you read them all?" she asked.

"I've only completely read the one I just gave you. The one you found is the one I'm currently reading," I admitted, reaching in my dresser for the third book I had yet to read other than skimming the story titles which included:

-First Time 69

-Under the Poodle Skirt

-Drive-in Secrets

-Pajama Party

-Mom's Naughty Secret

-Crushed on my Teacher

-Pinned

-Eating Ass

-Becoming a Lesbian.

I tossed that one to Eleanor too.



Yet, the one I had just given her had the stories that would best set up my seduction:

-My Daughter's Best Friend

-Kiss and Smell

-Submissive Moms

-Teaching to Please

-Cheerleader Lesbian Orgy

-My Friend's Sex Toys

-My Neighbour, My Mistress

-Bored Housewives

-Secretly in Love with my Best Friend

"You can take any one you want," I said, before adding, "The Heart Throbs stories are very, very good."

Eleanor flipped through the Heart Throbs book and stopped on a page.

"What?" I asked.

"There are pictures," she said, staring at one.

I wondered which one.

"Yes, that's where I got the idea of drawing naughty pictures of classmates and teachers," I admitted, which was the truth. Seeing the great illustrations in the book made me horny and started me drawing classmates, teachers and housewives in our community.

"You have more drawings?" she asked, looking up at me.

"A few," I nodded, before adding, "even a couple in colour."

"Wow!" she said.

"Want to see them?" I asked.

"Sure," she nodded.

"Some are quite risqué," I warned.

"More risqué than what I've already seen?" she asked.

"A lot more risqué," I nodded, really liking the word risqué. Although a simple word, it somehow made me feel more mature... as if I were an adult and not just an eighteen year old senior. And if you could believe their own claims, the French had invented sex. Or perhaps only sex theatre.

"Now you have me curiouser," she said, obviously thinking of Alice and a certain white rabbit. Perhaps it was the rabbits who invented sex. French rabbits.

"Don't judge me," I said, pretending to be vulnerable.

"I'm always judging you," she responded with a grin, "Now show me."

I liked her eagerness to see.

"The first one is of Kara," I said, who was one of the bad girls in the school and one I could imagine dominating me and making me be her pet.

"Really?" she asked, as I handed her the drawing.



"Oh my," she said, as she looked at the picture. "Is she smoking a marijuana cigarette?"

"Yes, and you're judging me," I said, again pretending to be insecure.

"No Rebecca, truly I'm not," she shook her head. "But I am curious about your fascination with coke bottles in pictures."

"It's a reminder of what else the bottle can be," I shrugged.

She laughed, "You really have come out of your shell."

"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked, looking vulnerable.

"You can tell me anything," she said.

"You have to promise not to ever repeat this to anyone!" I insisted, feigning nervousness.

She looked at me seriously. "I promise, Rebecca, I'll never say a word. You're my best friend in the world and you can tell me absolutely anything."

I knew I couldn't tell her everything, but I decided to tell her about my summer. Even though we were the only ones in the house I made a show of getting up and quietly shutting my bedroom door before turning back to her and saying softly, "I kind of cheated on Steve this summer."

"How do you kind of cheat?" she asked.

"Okay," I rephrased, "I did cheat on Steve, but not in the traditional way."

"What does that even mean? There are traditions for cheating?" she looked puzzled.

"It wasn't with a boy," I revealed, now whispering, but making sure she could hear and comprehend every word.

"What?" she gasped, this revelation even more shocking than the fact that I cheated.

"It was with a girl," I admitted.

"No way," she said, trying to wrap her head about the information I'd just given her.

"Now don't have a cow," I said, "It isn't a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" she said, flipping out. "This is unbelievable!" very loudly. I had already created the dramatic effect I had been looking for with my hushed words and terse 'leaning confidentially towards her' body language. I was in the door of her figurative house. Now let's see about her bedroom door.

I told her my entire summer story, including both the time in the bushes and the wild time in the bathroom at the café.

She listened in complete shock and awe as if we were at the Saturday matinee that we went to almost every week. As if we were watching a spine-tingling suspense thriller.

Once done, I shrugged, "So there it is."

"Did you like it?" she asked, after a lengthy pause, long enough to have me start worrying.

"Honestly?" I asked, wanting to draw her in more and more... somehow sensing the seduction of my best friend may turn out to be a lot easier than I had anticipated. Sensing I may be able to accomplish the entire journey much sooner than anticipated as well... maybe even tonight.

"Yes," she said.

"It was the most amazing feeling ever," I admitted, which was true at the time. Even though it had since been eclipsed quite a few times as I had thrown myself into my training as the community pet.

"How so?" she asked, completely drawn in.

The kisses are more tender for starters," I said, before adding, "a woman's lips are softer and her face doesn't scratch, and she knows how to be gentle and take her time, and all of that leads to a far more intimate experience."

"Really?" she asked, having no frame of reference at all to go from. She hadn't even kissed a boy.

"Yes," I nodded. "I mean, Steve is a fine kisser and before Ellie I thought he was a great kisser. I love making out with him. Yet, once I kissed Ellie it was like fireworks. A revelation that everything I thought I had known about intimacy had been in black and white and shades of grey but this new experience was in vivid colour. I felt like Judy Garland waking up in Oz."

"I have no experience of such a thing," she sighed, rather sadly and I think putting herself down.

"You need to gain some experience very soon," I encouraged. "It changes everything."

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Kiss a boy or a girl?"

"Truthfully?" I questioned.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Both," I answered, hoping to open more doors of possibility for her, before I handed her another picture.



"This is the very first picture I ever drew," I said. Which wasn't true at all. It was a vague picture of Eleanor and me kissing.

She stared at it.

After a long pause, she inhaled a deep shuddering breath and asked nervously, "Rebecca, is that us?"

"Perhaps," I shrugged, before adding, as I moved closer, "Do you want it to be us?"

"I-I-I don't know," she stammered, as I joined her on the bed... more pictures still in my hands. As if avoiding answering the question, avoiding her mixed emotions (I remembered very clearly what those were like, and from not that long ago), she asked, "What else did you draw?"

I smiled, handing her a picture of our young, super pretty, first year home economics teacher, "Well, here is a rather naughty idea I had for the carnival."



I explained, as Eleanor stared at the naughty drawing, "It's a tube steak bake."

"Oh my God," Eleanor gasped.

"Wouldn't we sell so many more tube steaks this way?" I asked.

"I imagine we would sell out very quickly," Eleanor agreed, staring at the picture.

Next, I handed her one of our cafeteria heads. She was a bit of a bitch, but very pretty. "Here's a picture of Mrs. Weber, preparing a cucumber for a salad."

"Oh my goodness," she gasped.



"Imagine what else that cucumber could be used for," I added.

"Rebecca!" Eleanor cried said with astonishment and then laughed.

"Just saying," I shrugged, as I handed her one of our competing school's head cheerleader in a rather submissive position. "I'd love to put Sylvia in a position like this one."



"Who wouldn't?" Eleanor asked, as she looked at the picture. Oh?! I thought. That sounded very encouraging.

"Or how about the girls from the Catholic private school?" I asked, handing another picture.



"You are so going to hell," Eleanor laughed, now openly admiring my pictures.

"I'll confess my sins," I shrugged, as I handed her another picture. "Here's another way to raise some money."



"Oh my," Eleanor gasped. "Tamara would freak!"

"Why? I gave her bigger tits than she really has," I shrugged, now out of colour pictures.

"I can't believe how wicked your mind is," Eleanor said.

I got up and said, "Want to see my newest drawing?"

"Why not?" she said.

"I didn't have time to colour it," I said, as I went to grab it.

"I'm so disappointed," she said.

"It's another Catholic school girl picture," I added, grabbing it from my sketch book. "As they sodomize Casey with a popsicle."

"You can't be serious," she asked.

"I thought it was wickedly appropriate," I said. Casey was the Lutheran Minister's daughter and a pretentious bitch who feigned being a sugar-sweet goody-two-shoes for her teachers. I walked back to the bed and handed Eleanor the drawing.



"Oh God, you and food," she said.

""I should be considered a revolutionary," I shrugged. "This is a whole new way to have people play with their food." Kids play with their food one way, adults play another way.

"Yes, you should get a humanitarian award," Eleanor teased, as I sat back on the bed with her.

I paused, put my hand on her knee, and asked, taking a small risk, but confident I was reading the situation right, "Eleanor, May I please kiss you?"

She didn't speak, and her smile faded.

I briefly worried I'd just screwed this all up.

Then she nodded.

She closed her eyes.

Smiling myself, I leaned in and kissed her.

I started soft and tender.

At first she seemed frozen, not really kissing me back. Then she began responding, slowly and gradually, but inexorably.

Clearly tentative at first and then with the natural sweetness that a kiss with another woman can bring.

As the kiss continued, both of us giving into the moment, both of us becoming one, I began to move my hand on her leg, slowly moving up at a snail's pace.

Eventually, my tongue slipped into her mouth.

Then hers into mine.

Our tongues began exploring each other's mouths as the kiss became more passionate, and my hand disappeared under her skirt.

As my fingers reached her panties, I felt a chill go up my spine at how damp they were and at the sweet high pitched sound she was now making as she mewed into my mouth.

Taking that as permission, I moved my hands to her sweater and lifted it over her head.

She looked at me, both vulnerable and insatiable.

I leaned back in and kissed her again as I unclasped her bra.

I allowed it to waft down to my bed.

As I broke the kiss, I looked her slowly up and down and told her, "You're beautiful, Eleanor."

"So are you," she said back, as she reached for me and lifted up my sweater, which revealed I wasn't wearing a bra. "No bra?"

"No panties either," I shrugged.

"I need to get out of mine," she said. "They're soaked."

"I want to help you with that," I smiled. First I removed my own skirt, and then hers and her panties. We had both seen each other naked many times. Yet now our ambience was such that it was as if I were seeing her naked for the first time, and she seeing me for the first time.

And it was my turn to be shocked.

Her pussy was completely shaved.

I asked, "When did you shave your pussy?"

""After I saw the drawing of Lori you did," she answered shyly. "Do you hate it? Was I silly?"

"Mmmmmm," I smiled, "sweetheart, that's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen in my life. You are so gorgeous, top to toe." I pushed her back onto the bed and returned to kissing her, as my right hand went to her wet pussy.

She moaned into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I moved lower and splattered both of her tits with kisses, nibbles and bites.

I asked, as I moved my head to her spread open legs, "Do you want me to give you the best orgasm ever?"

"It will definitely be that," she said, looking down at me, admitting, "I've never had one before."

"Never?" I asked. "You never toot your own horn?"

"No," she said.

"Well, it's high time we showed you what you've been missing," I purred, as I leaned down and licked her pussy.



"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned loudly.

"You taste so yummy," I said, as I licked her clit.

"I can't believe we are doing this," she trembled.

It's a fantasy coming true," I said, as I probed her pussy with my tongue and finger.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned again, then breathed something unintelligible. I thought it might be the words, "...happy too..."

I licked and licked and as her breathing increased, I slid my index finger inside her.

That was all it took as she screamed, grabbing the back of my head with both hands and holding my face securely against her flooding pussy, "Oh yes!!!!"

I eagerly lapped up the sweet juices that were flooding out of her, loving that I was the first to kiss her, the first to kiss her down there, the first to give her an orgasm, and soon I would be the first to fuck her.

When she let go of my head, I asked, her juice all over my face, "So?"

"Oh my God," she said.

"Don't move," I ordered, as I removed my hair bow that had already been half pulled out by Eleanor's eagerly grasping hands and I grabbed an elastic band.

I fixed my hair into a quick ponytail, and grabbed the strap-on cock from my closet that I had been given by Mrs. Madison in case my seduction actually worked. I secured it in place and walked back to Eleanor, who was still lying on her back, still recovering from her massive orgasm.

I also grabbed a towel in case I broke her hymen, which I assumed I was going to do.

As I got back on the bed, Eleanor opened her eyes, and saw what was protruding in front on me.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Your cherry breaker," I smiled, as I got her to lift her ass so I could drape the towel underneath her.

"You want to take my virginity?" she asked, not shocked, but playful... apparently wanting this as much as I did. She grinned coyly and even winked. "I don't know about that, my mother always raised me to be a good girl!" Her eyes were twinkling with merriment.

"I want to fuck the shit out of you," I replied boldly, as I moved between her legs.

"I don't want it in my ass," she warned.

I laughed. "That isn't what I meant."

"But I'd love that in my pussy," she said, as she pulled me on top of her and started kissing all over my face before concentrating on my open lips.

I loved feeling our naked breasts squished together.

I loved being on top of her.

I loved feeling her lips on mine; our tongues dancing; our hands roaming. This wasn't just sex, it was something more... something I couldn't really explain.

Finally breaking the kiss, I smiled, "Ready?"

"Fuck me, Rebecca," she said, gazing up at me with total trust. Her words sounded so sexy as I rubbed the cock up and down her pussy lips, which were still very wet.

"Those are the sexiest words I've ever heard," I smiled, as I slid my cock inside her.
"Holy fuck," she moaned, as I filled her.

"You're so sexy, Eleanor," I said, as I leaned down and resumed kissing her while simultaneously fucking her slowly.

The kiss was intimate and natural.



I fucked her to a second and third orgasm before she begged me to stop.

I asked, "Quitting after only three?"

"No, peeing after three," she said, getting up, and scurrying to the bathroom. I looked at the bloody cock and the bloody blanket and got off the bed to clean up.

As I did, thankful my parents were gone for the weekend, I thought to myself, 'we have all weekend to play'.

In the morning, I suggested we have breakfast naked; she agreed and shocked me when she took the initiative and buried her face in my pussy from behind in the kitchen as I ate a pastry.



By the end of the weekend, we had eaten each other out in every room of the house.

We had fucked each other in every room of the house.

We both were exhausted by Sunday afternoon when my parents came home, completely unaware that fifteen minutes earlier we had brought each other off on their bed.

On Monday, I told Mrs. Madison the entire story and she smiled as she allowed me to lick her pussy, "I think I have a great idea."

"What is your great idea, Mistress?" I asked, once I had finished pleasing her.

"Maybe this year we should have two housewife pets," she said.

"Really?" I asked, all excited, hating the requirement of keeping this massive secret from my best friend.

"Yes," she nodded. "Do you think she would want to?"

"I know she would," I said, confident I was right and giddy as hell.

"Well, first we will have to let Mindy know. We'll need her approval," Mrs. Madison said.

"Um, okay," I nodded.

"You can go ask her," she said.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "It's time she learns who the pet for the year is anyway."

"Oh, okay," I nodded.

"Go now," she ordered.

"Really?" I asked. "School starts in fifteen minutes."

"I'll deal with the school," she said. "Now go."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, excited and nervous... as usual.

She slapped my ass and I headed to Eleanor's house, knowing she would already be at school.

As I did, my head was spinning with the possibility I could soon tell Eleanor the whole truth. And maybe even help to train her! I couldn't wait to find out.

.....

My pussy on fire from another hot story from my great-grandmother's past, I pondered which friend of mine I would like to fuck.

I closed my eyes and instantly Camree popped into my head.

I imagined she was at her usual table.

I imagined she was already my personal fuck slut.

I imagined she obeyed without hesitation... just like great-grandmother always had.

Suddenly wanting something in my fevered cunt, I glanced over to the old fashioned root beer bottle that was on my shelf... unopened.

I went to it, opened it, poured the pop into an empty slurpee cup and returned to my bed. I closed my eyes again as I rubbed the bottle up and down my wet pussy.

I imagined ordering Camree to remove her skirt in the cafeteria. She obeys, even though she is mortified that the entire school will see her shaved pussy. They would, too; I never allow my pets to wear panties.

I imagined ordering Camree to get on top of the table and lift up her shirt to show off those big tits of hers. Again she obeys because I own her: body, mind and soul.

I imagined setting an empty pop bottle on the table and ordering her to lower herself onto it. Again, she obeys the difficult task and succeeds, because she is flexible and, undeniably, horny.

I imagined watching her ride the bottle as everyone in the room also watched, in awe that one of the most popular girls in school obeyed me, even immediately obeying such intimate orders.

I imagined me becoming Mistress to every senior classmate, every hot teacher and even our

Principal.



I slid the bottle inside my fevered desperate cunt and furiously fucked myself as I imagined the possibilities of dominating friends and enemies; classmates and teachers.

Not surprisingly, I came fast as I fucked myself with the bottle... apparently a pretty good sex toy back then and even now.

As I lay there, my orgasm fading, I closed the scrapbook thinking I was going to have to pace myself. I wanted to devour the entire story, like I did each Hunger Games book, yet I also didn't want the story ever to end. I knew once the scrapbook was done... it was done.

So, I made a promise to myself to only read it once a week... a promise that would be almost impossible to keep.

THE END... for now.

Coming next: 1950s: Moms & Daughters

If you enjoyed Rebecca artwork and this story, please feel free to check out my other Rebecca collaborations:

Straight Housewife Blackmailed

"Moms & Daughters": A Family Affair

Summer of Slut: MILF Challenge

Coming Out in Costume

New Family Tradition: Lezmas Eve

MILF's Teen Crazed Cunt Fantasy
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