Summary: Nerd teen continues her training as submissive.

Note 1: Thanks to Rebecca, the famous artist whose artwork inspired and was used for this 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 seventh chapter of a multi-chapter story about one woman's journey of sexual submission and lesbian exploration through the decades and through several generations of family members.

In part 1, 1950s: 1st Time with a Girl, our 2015 protagonist Kimmy is given the 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 has a sexual encounter with a MILF. Rebecca learns of a secret lesbian society that is many years old, and she is offered the opportunity to become the newest submissive housewife pet. To earn the privilege of being the housewife pet for her senior year, she must meet the head Mistress and service her. Lastly, present-day Kimmy, so horny from the idea of a housewife sex club, envisions 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 (and the second time, and...), she 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 many different MILFs she would like to seduce.

In part 4: 1950s: Lick and Fuck Best Friends, our protagonist reads about her great-grandmother's seduction of her best friend. Rebecca becomes more brazen at high school and must fulfill the task of seducing her best friend, Eleanor. Lastly, Kimmy gets herself off with a pop bottle as she fantasizes about making her good friend Camree become her public slut.

In part 5: 1950s: Moms & Daughters, our protagonist reads about her great-grandmother Rebecca's further sexual adventures as she: submits to her best friend's mother to get her permission for Eleanor to also become a community pet; seduces Eleanor again, this time so her mother can catch them in the act; gets Eleanor's mother off in front of Eleanor; at an initiation/training for Rebecca and Eleanor, learns how her own mother had been recently seduced into the housewife lesbian community; has sex with her mother: oral, vaginal and anal, both giving and receiving; establishes a Domme/sub relationship with her mother -- taking turns for who's in charge. Lastly, present-day Kimmy fantasizes about dominating and seducing her unpleasant Aunt Beth as she masturbates with a bratwurst.

In part 6: 1950s: Munching the Cheerleaders, our protagonist reads about her great-grandmother's high school senior year as she questions her fading relationship with her best friend, tries to handle all her commitments (school, boyfriend and being a housewives' pet) and even gets a night with three popular cheerleaders. Lastly, this leads to Kimmy realizing she needs to spend more time with her best friend Julia.

Note 3: Thanks to

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

Note 5: Also, please note that although I've tried to make the main characters look the same as close as possible in the illustrations, the photos are selected 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: Naughty Bride-to-be

After the shock of discovering my grandmother was an accident, thus meaning my birth was one of luck, I began admiring Mom even more.

I made a promise to myself then and there no more boys until I decided to get serious about them... which, let's be honest, may be a little after the twelfth of never. Girls were sexier, girls were more fun, girls understood another girl's body, and girls couldn't get you pregnant.

The knowledge that my great-grandmother, the woman I'd loved the most in my life, had wanted me to be her submissive grandchild really had me horny as fuck.

This led to my making a decision not to read any more of her scrapbook until I had at the very least planted some seeds with my hot teacher Mrs. Walker... who had caught Julia between my legs at school a couple of weeks ago and didn't give us crap at all... which made me wonder if she was a little bi-curious. Since then she'd avoided eye contact with me, which only enhanced my theory she may want to cross the line and have some same-sex fun.

Truth was, originally, Mrs. Walker, although beautiful, hadn't been on my list of potential prey. She was a good teacher, married, and someone I respected. Yet the more I thought about it, the more I thought that made her the perfect choice for my next seduction.

Truth also told, until she'd caught me in flagrante, my next prey had been the principal... she was cute... but kind of a bitch... and I enjoyed the idea of taking her in her own office.



Although I was a lesbian and I loved the idea of seduction... until Mrs. Walker had caught us and after reading more of great-grandmother's diary, I'd been able to mostly stay focused at school. I wasn't some horn-dog boy who thought about sex 24/7.

Yet, as I stared at Mrs. Walker teaching us about quadratic equations, I couldn't help but fantasize about doing her.

I imagined her on her desk teaching us some biology instead of algebra (which seriously, what the fuck is the point... when will I ever use algebra in the real world?).



Or giving us an up close and personal look at the inner workings of a sweet pussy.



Yet I couldn't quite read Mrs. Walker. At times I imagined her to be a natural submissive: she was caring, liked to help, and something about her just screamed that she needed to be told what to do.

Yet on the other hand, if you pissed her off or didn't do your work, she could crush you like a bug. The idea of her as a dominant was also pretty hot. The idea of her wearing a strap-on and ass fucking the cheerleader bitch Ann was a pretty hot scenario I created in my mind.



Ann was someone high up on my list to knock down from her high school pedestal and put her on her rightful position on her knees before me.

And although I preferred to be in charge during my sexual encounters, I did sometimes enjoy a tasty twat treat. And for whatever reason, I was sure Mrs. Walker would taste delicious. Plus, the idea of eating a teacher on her desk was one of my biggest forbidden fantasies.



I mean doesn't that look like fun homework?

Fuck algebra... give me this any day.

Anyway, after a couple days of fantasizing about Mrs. Walker becoming my pet, or perhaps just mutual cunt munching buddies, I came home hot and horny... thus I did what I'd been doing since I received great-grandmother's confessional diary, I read the next story.

.....

Now Kimmy, I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Being pregnant, although exhausting, didn't slow down my playtime at all... although it did change the dynamics of my life.

I had to marry.

I had to become a housewife.

I had to end up living the stereotypical 1950s life of a woman... at least that was my image portrayed before my boyfriend, who then became my husband.

Truth was... the months before the wedding... were pretty fucking wild.

First, you don't show for a while... so I kept playing submissive pet for different members of the community as well with some of the cheerleaders. I also kept exploring every aspect of lesbian play with my best friend Eleanor and had Mom-daughter time regularly.

If anything, the further along my pregnancy became, the fucking hornier I became... but before the wedding... which was planned when I would only be four and a half months pregnant (I wouldn't even be showing when I walked down the aisle... most of my family oblivious to my predicament), I got to be the community pet.

MRS. JONES & EXPLORING MY DOMINANT SIDE

Mom, whose pussy became my morning breakfast, sometimes lunch, often dinner, dessert and always a bedtime snack, sent me over to her good friend Becky Jones, a mother of two children in elementary school, whose husband had somehow lost interest in her. Stupid fucking man.

I arrived and she gasped, "Your Mom sent you?"

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"I can't believe she sent you," she said, looking at me dressed in pigtails... my perky hard nipples poking through my white t-shirt. "I mean, you've always been such an innocent."

"Not so much anymore; Mommy and I have gotten very close lately," I smiled.

"Rebecca, do you even know why you're here?" she asked.

"I'm here to do what your dumb husband won't do anymore," I said bluntly. "Eat your pussy and fuck you hard."

Her tentativeness broke as she laughed, "I see you're just like your Mother."

"Like Mother slut, like daughter slut," I shrugged as she invited me in.

Once inside, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her, Mom having explained that Mrs. Jones was very submissive and wouldn't make the first, or for that matter, any move. Mom had also explained that although I was generally a submissive and a very good one at that, there would be times in the community or elsewhere where I would need to be more assertive... perhaps even the dominant. This was my first test of that role.

She melted into my kiss. I broke the kiss and said, "You're very beautiful, Mrs. Jones."

"Thank you," she trembled as she looked into my eyes.

I lowered myself before her and pulled down her panties from beneath her long dress.

"You're wet," I purred, noticing a wet spot on her panties.

"I'm so embarrassed," she said, looking down at me.

"Don't be," I rebuked her sternly, as I moved a finger to her pussy, "getting wet thinking about eating teen pussy and getting fucked by me should be a turn on."

"I still can't believe Cathy sent you," she said, her body trembling from my touch as I just traced her wet lips.

"Are you disappointed?" I asked, knowing she wasn't, but wanting to hear her say it.

"God, no!" she stressed. "It's just I had heard there was some incest in this secret lesbian society, but I never imagined Cathy and you."

"I love eating Mommy's cunt," I purred, to the mother of two children in elementary school, both at a day camp today, allowing us this alone time. I added, "Actually, I love eating any Mommy's sweet cunt. For instance..."

I leaned forward and licked her pussy as she moaned, "Oh, God! Yes."

"Such a yummy Mommy cunt," I whispered, as I parted her pussy lips and explored.

"Don't stop," she moaned.

"Don't stop what? Eating this yummy Mommy cunt or talking so dirty?" I asked, as I flicked her clit with my tongue, making her moan loudly.

"Both," she answered as I expected.

"I want you to come all over my Mommy-cunt-eating face," I said, as I slid a finger inside her while licking away.

"Oh God, you're such a good bad girl," she moaned, as I pleasured her inside and out.

I loved the oxymoronic description of me. A 'good bad girl'. It seemed perfect. As I explored my sexuality, I'd become an enigma even to myself.

"You be a good Mommy and give me your cunt cum," I continued, sensing she was close already, and knowing the power nasty words had over her.

"Oh yes, eat my cunt, finger bang me," she moaned, leaning against the wall while arching her back.

"Such a delicious cunt," I approved, as I attacked her clit.

"Oh yes, yes, don't stop, you dirty cunt-eating slut," she ordered surprisingly, as she grabbed the back of my head and began grinding on my face, even this prim and proper woman letting loose when given the right stimulus.

"Ride my face, Mommy," I encouraged, although I have no idea if she heard me in my muffled state.

I fingered.

I licked.

She came. "Fuck!" was all she uttered, as her body trembled and my face was plastered with her cunt cum.

I lapped up her creamy cum like a good bad girl until she let go and said, looking down at my glistening face, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," I said, standing back up and kissing her. "You can ride my face any time you want, you sexy Mommy slut."

"I just can't believe this! You're now so naughty," she giggled, as if she were the schoolgirl and I the older woman.

"You think so already? Wait until I get you into your bed," I foretold, kissing her again. "Lead the way, Mommy."

"I still can't believe I'm doing this with you," she said, shaking her head as I took her hand.

"Believe it, Mommy," I said, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

"Oh God," she said, as she led me down the hallway.

"You'll soon be screaming those words," I promised with a wicked smile she couldn't see.

"It really is like mother, like daughter," she said, as she led me into her bedroom.

I laughed, "Indeed." I then asked, playing on her obvious incest turn-on, "Do you want to eat your little girl's cunt?"

"Oh God," she repeated, in constant shock at what was happening.

"What Mommy?" I asked, posing at her innocently, "does Mommy not want to eat her little girl's cunt?"

"Oh God, yes," she answered, my role play really drawing her in.

"Lie on the bed, Mommy," I ordered.

She quickly got onto the bed and lay down.

I climbed on top of her, having arrived in her home without bra or panties of course, and straddled her pretty face. "Eat me, Mommy."

"Oh God," she repeated, before she began licking.

"That's it, Mommy," I moaned, feeling a strange rush at being the one in charge. No doubt I was submissive... but this role reversal was a bit of a rush.

Although she may have been shocked when she realized it was me who'd been sent to have sex with her, and had been timid when I first kissed her, she came alive when I devoured her cunt... yet that was nothing to the way the light bulb burst into incandescence the minute my cunt was above her. She ate me like I was her last meal: aggressively using her tongue and lips.

"Oh yeah, Mommy," I said, my orgasm building pretty quickly. "You're an amazing cunt muncher, Mommy."

"Come on me, my little girl," she begged as if I were her nine-year-old daughter, as I lifted my dress up and over my head so I could watch her.

"You're so hot eating my pussy, Mommy," I moaned loudly.

Another minute later, I was coming all over her pretty face. She lapped up my cunt cum like I had hers... eagerly.

Once my orgasm was spent, I got off her and asked, gazing down upon her glistening face, "Did you like it, Mommy?"

"It was delicious," she said, looking up at me in a lustful, satisfied daze.

"What was?" I asked, as I went to the bag and reached into it for my strap-on.

"Your wet cunt," she answered, any nervousness or insecurity now gone... the power of teen pussy being godlike.

"You can snack on it any time, my sexy Mommy slut," I offered, as I donned the strap-on.

"You may want to move in," she smiled, as I tossed her a bottle of lube.

I laughed, "Your hubby may wonder?"

She sat up and laughed, "He probably wouldn't even notice."

"Not notice another wet cunt in the house? Men," I sighed.

"Men," she agreed.

"Get that dress off, Mommy," I ordered.

"Yes, baby," she said, as she began taking it off.

As I posed with my massive cock, I asked, "Ready for your lesson, Mrs. Jones?"



"Definitely," she said, tossing her dress onto the floor.

"Pussy or ass?" I asked. "My Mother said you were a nasty ass fucking slut."

"I need to hear what you two talk about," she said, shaking her head.

"Mostly it's the sound of licking," I replied playfully, as I got onto the bed.

"Pick a hole," she said, as she got on all fours.

I smiled, "Eenie meenie miney moe," before I slid into her pussy.

"Oh yes, fuck me," she moaned, as this was a fucking session... not a making love session.

I slammed into her hard.

She begged for more.

I fucked her so hard and fast I could feel sweat pouring down off me.

She came a second time.

I pulled out, generously lubed my cock, and slid into her ass.

She came a third time.

I took the strap-on off, laid on her bed and she returned the favour, giving me two more orgasms with her amazing tongue.

As I got dressed, she said, "Same time next week?"

"It's a date," I agreed.

.....

MRS. JOHNSON'S OVERNIGHT BABYSITTER

When I went to babysit for Mrs. Johnson, she requested I stay the night, as she wouldn't be home until at least two am and would likely have had a few drinks, and she lived on the other side of town (and her husband was gone for a couple of days).

I agreed, assuming she was another of the secret society of lesbian MILFs... but then she didn't ask me to go down on her or want to go down on me. Perhaps she wasn't a member. Perhaps she was normal. Normal seeming like a distant memory.

I actually fell asleep before she got home, and it wasn't until the morning when I discovered I'd been right in the first place. She was a member of the secret society.

"I brought you breakfast in bed," a voice said, awakening me.

I groggily opened my eyes, and as I went to sit up, I banged my face on something soft and wet. This got me instantly awake, as an unmistakable pussy was directly above me.

She repeated, "I brought you breakfast in bed."

I said, just before I began to dine on the best breakfast ever (usually it was Mom... occasionally Eleanor or someone else), "Did Mom tell you this is the breakfast she brings me every morning?'

"She just did five minutes ago," Mrs. Johnson replied.

"Mom's always looking after me," I added, before I began licking.

"A mother's work is never done," she moaned.

It was a leisurely breakfast. I licked. I probed. I teased.


She moaned softly before she revealed, a few minutes into my breakfast, "Your Mom seduced me into the family."

"Sometimes I still can't believe Mom is a part of this," I said, between lapping. I added, "Other times I believe it wholeheartedly."

"She's a woman of many different personas," she agreed, before adding, "I suppose we all are."

I imagined that was a very true statement as I kept licking until she came on my face and lips.
When she got off me, she said, "Come join me for an actual breakfast."

"Okay," I said, getting up.

"And get undressed," she added.

"What about the kids?" I asked.

"A friend picked them up already," she said, before walking out.

Since the discovery of the lesbian society, every day was an adventure.

I followed her to the kitchen, where she ordered me onto the kitchen table, spread my legs and said, "I love a warm homemade breakfast."

"Then I think you'll really enjoy this," I said, with a smile before she leaned in and began licking.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed a morning licking.

A few minutes later, after an orgasm and a bowl of cereal, the MILF asked, returning from the washroom and now wearing a strap-on, "Do you want a good fucking before I drive you home?"

"I'd love one," I said.

"Get back up on the table," she ordered.

I got.

She joined me on the table, moved behind me and slid her cock easily into my always wet pussy.

"Oh yes," I moaned, enjoying any time I was on the receiving end of pleasure... just as much as I enjoyed giving it.



She fucked me for fifteen minutes before I had my second morning orgasm.

I then dined on her pussy once more before she drove me home.

BEFORE THE WEDDING TRAINING

Of course, my fiancé Steve and I had to take marriage classes.

They were boring and sexist, as the minister stressed my subservient role as a wife.

Before learning of the secret lesbian sex club, I likely would have been happy to be getting married and would have believed every word he said... but now I resented every word.

To make me even angrier, he handed me an article from 'Housekeeping Monthly' called 'The Good Wife's Guide' which, again before the discovery I likely would have agreed with and just assumed that was my role. It was still the world I saw from my Mom when my father was home, but now it had me in a fury. [NOTE: There really was such an article in the 13 May, 1955 issue of Housekeeping Monthly. And although I left out a few items, these are direct quotes. Don't believe me? Google it.]

Each suggestion only added to my inner fury.

1. Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.

Are you kidding me? During the day I would not be thinking of him... no in my first years of marriage I would be servicing all the housewives in the community (that will be told later in the 1960s stories).

2. Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.

I would definitely be preparing myself: for whoever I was servicing that day. My make-up would be a lovely homemade gleam. He may have been working all day, but I would have been too.

3. Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first -- remember his topics of conversation are more important that yours.

I imagine he would love to hear about my day, as mine would DEFINITELY be more interesting. Reading the belief that men's topics are more important than mine had my fury bubbling. Alas, I would have to feign I believed this as the female revolution slowly marched forward.

4. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.

This one was fair enough. I'd be sure and tidy away all the sex toys before Steve got home. And if anyone's cum was on the tabletops, I'd be sure and have it cleaned up.

5. Don't complain if he's late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.

Stay out all night. I don't care.

6. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.

Oh my God! This makes me want to suffocate the minister. I mean I do love Steve, and I don't resent him (he ends up being a good husband and a good man), but the discovery of the possibility of a female revolution where equality could one day be achieved had me thinking woman first.

7. Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.

This philosophy was exactly the reason a female revolution was needed.

8. A good wife always knows her place.

That would be something I would tightrope the rest of my life. Being a good wife to a man who would never discover my other side. My marriage was partly love and partly a façade.

But while the sessions with Minister Martin were boring, excruciating and insulting... time with his wife was a lot more educational.

Session 1:

I walked into church at nine in the morning and Mrs. Martin ordered, in her stern voice, "Over here, Rebecca."

I walked over nervously, as she was standing at the podium her husband often stood at as he preached and judged all us sinners.

"Hi, Mrs. Martin," I greeted sheepishly. She scared the hell out of me (ironic I know, since we were in a church).

Her hair in a bun, her expression stoic, she asked, "Are you ready for your marriage training?"

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I nodded, beginning to think this may be worse than the marriage counselling her sexist husband led.

"Get undressed," she said.

"Pardon?" I asked, surprised by her words... even after all I'd discovered in the past while. No way was she a member, was she? Plus, we were in church. Where anyone could come in.

"Get undressed, now!" she repeated, her stern voice somehow even scarier when she was unperturbed.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I said, my hands trembling. I removed my shoes and pulled my dress over my head and was then simply naked... since I was, as usual, not wearing panties or a bra.

"Only a slut goes out without undergarments," she said, as I stood before her naked.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I agreed, not sure what else to say. Although I'd briefly assumed she must be part of the lesbian society, these words had me reconsidering my assumption.

"Only a slut gets pregnant at eighteen," she continued to degrade me, making me feel small.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I nodded, my cheeks burning with shame as I shivered from a cool breeze.

"Come here," she said, as she moved away from the altar and moved to a bench.

I started to walk to her and she said, "Crawl."

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I said obediently, as I lowered myself to the floor and looked up to see she was dropping her skirt to the floor. She too wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Time to repent for your sins," she said, as I crawled towards her.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I repeated, as I crawled to her with a slight smile, as her comment about sluts and undergarments now proved she was indeed a member of the movement.

"Time to discipline you for your behaviour," she said her tone not changing at all.

"I understand, Mrs. Martin," I said, reaching her.

"Climb onto my lap, slut," she instructed.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I obeyed, not exactly sure how to go about that.

I stood up, and went to sit on her lap. "No, you dumb slut," she snapped impatiently, "over my lap."

"Sorry, Mrs. Martin," I apologized, as I tried to figure out how to actually do that.

"Just climb on top," she sighed. "For someone with such high grades, you're pretty fucking stupid."

Being scolded so harshly and hearing such language coming out of a minister's wife's mouth was shocking... likely would have been the most shocking thing ever if it wasn't for the whole lesbian society and my mother is bi and I dine on her pussy almost every breakfast. I climbed on top, using the bench for stability.

"About time," she said, before her hand slapped my ass... hard.

I gasped.

"Repent for your sins," she said, another slap.

"I repent," I declared rather loudly... pain burning my ass.

"For what?" she asked, slapping my ass again.

"Being a slut," I answered.

"And a cock sucking whore?" she questioned, as she slapped me again.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I admitted.

"Yes, what?" she asked, another slap. My ass cheeks burned and yet, inexplicably, my pussy was wet.

"Yes, I'm a cock sucking whore," I declared, even though I had only sucked nine cocks so far. Eight of them on the night of my initiation to the society, and my boyfriend Steve's lots of times since surprising him that time at the drive-in. Cunt, on the other hand, I couldn't even begin to keep track of anymore.

"And you'll keep being one if that's needed for the revolution?" she asked, as she caressed my burning ass.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin, I'll suck every cock I'm told to," I agreed, even though I preferred eating pussy.

"Is being punished getting you horny, slut?" she asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I admitted, unsure why it was... although I knew the name calling always made my loins burn and my pussy leak.

"Your cunt cum is dribbling on my leg," she said.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Martin," I apologized, "I'm always a horny slut."

"Hump my leg," she ordered.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I obeyed, as I moved one leg under her leg and the other over it. It was awkward at first, but once I got into a position I began fucking myself on her leg... like a dog.

"Such an obedient slut," she mused, as I moaned in pleasure.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I replied, as my pussy soaked her leg.

Then... a hard slap on the ass. But it wasn't a hand... it was a paddle.

PS: KIMMY you will see some pictures where I look different in the rest of this chapter. As I began to feel the baby inside me, I became self-conscious of my looks... my body... my everything. So, what you see here is partly me, partly my imagination.



I moaned and yelped at once.

A very unique sound.

"Only sluts get wet humping someone's leg," she mused, as she spanked me again.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I agreed, with a wince that also brought pleasure through me.

"You're a sinner," she scolded, slapping my ass.

"Yes," I admitted, feeling a burn on my ass.

"You ready to repent for your sins?" she asked again, even though I had already agreed to this.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I agreed. I then added, as each paddle spank, mixed with my grinding, sent waves of pleasure through me. "Punish me for my sins."

"You like to be punished?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Your pussy juice is now all over my leg," she pointed out.

"It's because I'm a lesbian slut," I declared.

"You prefer cunt to pussy?" she questioned.

"I like sausage, but I love fish," I replied, looking up at her.

"Well, come and dine on mine," she said, before I was allowed to come.

I moved off of her, moved between her legs and looked at her hairy pussy, a bit daunted at the tangle.

"Worship, slut," she ordered.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I said like a sex parrot, as I leaned forward and began licking... smiling inside at both her strong scent and wetness... I had turned her on.

I licked her to an orgasm where she didn't speak once... rather unorthodox... and when she came it was just the smallest moan... although even that isn't the right word for an utterance that quiet.

Once I was done, she said, "Same time tomorrow," before she stood up and walked away.

I quickly got dressed as she said from a distance, "And no coming until tomorrow's session."

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I nodded, as I put my outfit back on. It seemed rather cruel of her, since she'd gotten me all hot and bothered in today's session, and hadn't let me come.

She scared me when she added, just as I was beginning to leave, "Tomorrow meet me at my home."

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I agreed.

Session 2:

I arrived at her home a couple minutes early.

She had a woman I didn't recognize over, having coffee at the kitchen table.

"Under the table, slut," she ordered.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I obeyed, lowering myself to the floor and crawling under the table.

"Welcome my friend from Wallesburg," she instructed.

"You were telling the truth," the woman gasped, as she felt me arrive between her legs.

"I don't lie," Mrs. Martin said, before adding in an amused way, "it's a sin."

"And you never sin," the woman replied with a similar amused tone, as she parted her legs for me.

I moved to her pussy and began licking.

"Oh my," she moaned.

"She's a great rug muncher," the church woman approved.

"I must agree," the woman I was licking moaned.

I licked.

They talked.

The stranger came on my face.

I spun around and had a second yummy breakfast (a third if you include Mom's an hour earlier).

I licked.

They talked.

Mrs. Martin came.

"Want to play with her?" Mrs. Martin asked, once her orgasm was done.

"May I?" she asked.

"She's all yours," Mrs. Martin said. "I have to go shower before going to a meeting with some parishioners."

"Okay," the other woman said.

"Get up here, slut," Mrs. Martin ordered, not yet once using my name.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I obeyed, crawling out from beneath the table.

"Get naked. Climb on the table and do as Mrs. Brown says," she ordered.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I nodded, getting undressed. "Hi, Mrs. Brown," I smiled, as I pulled my dress over my head.

"You're adorable," Mrs. Brown said.

"I can be whatever you want me to be," I offered, as we were left alone.

"Get on the table," she ordered, admiring me.

"Yes, Mrs. Brown," I smiled, kissing her gently, before getting on the table.

She fingered my pussy.

She licked me.

She fingered my ass.



I eventually came when she had two fingers in each hole.

Mrs. Martin came down just as I was recovering and asked, "Has she been a good pet?"

"Very good," Mrs. Brown said, as she licked me some more.

"Well, play with her as long as you want," Mrs. Martin offered, before heading out.

Mrs. Brown straddled my face and I got her off a second time.

Mrs. Brown fucked me with a rolling pin... and I took almost all of it.

We ended in a 69 for an eternity as we each gave each other a third orgasm before she gave me her card, and I promised to come spend a weekend in her community to help promote the cause.

Session 3:

I was again summoned to Mrs. Martin's home.

This time I ate her at the breakfast table while she read the newspaper.

She then fisted me to three orgasms... the last one so intense I actually passed out.



Session 4:

I met Mrs. Martin at her home, and she drove me to a house on a farm a few miles out of town.

I followed her inside and she said, "Put this on."

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I replied, taking a cheerleading outfit... something I'd always fantasized wearing.

I put it on as Mrs. Martin went upstairs.

She returned just as I had it on and said, "You're a cheerleader, and you're seducing your mother."

"I am?"

"Role play," she sighed. "Fuck, you really aren't too bright for a smart girl."

"Oh, okay," I nodded.

She led me upstairs and she said, "She is already in her role."

"Okay," I nodded again and I opened the door. I went in while she remained in the hallway, shutting the door behind me.

A pretty blonde was in a cheerleader outfit top, without the skirt, and was grinding on a pair of pom poms. I gasped, "Mom, what are you doing on my bed?"

"C-C-Cameron," the mother stuttered, looking back at me.

"What are you doing to my pom poms?" I questioned, becoming a character, just like I had when I'd played Ophelia in Hamlet a few months ago.

"I can explain, Cameron," she said, getting off the pom poms.

"I'm all ears," I replied dubiously.

"It's just I miss my cheerleader days," she said.

"Did you fuck yourself with pom poms back then?" I asked bluntly.

"Cameron!" she gasped.

"Mom!" I mocked back, assuming I was supposed to seduce her. That therefore I was to be in charge.

"Don't speak to me like that," she said, trying to be stern.

"You're the one on my bed, fucking yourself with my pom poms," I said, as I got onto the bed. "I think I'll speak to you however I like."

"Cameron!" she repeated, but more sheepishly.

I moved my hand to her pussy from behind and asked, "Were you fantasizing about me, Mom?"

"Cameron, what are you doing?" she gasped, even though she didn't move my hand away.

"Feeling your wet pussy, Mom," I answered matter-of-factly. "Why are you so wet, Mom?"

"It's just been a while," she admitted, looking embarrassed.

As I slowly rubbed her pussy, I asked, "What were you thinking about as you fucked this wet cunt with your daughter's pom poms?"

"Oh God, Cameron," she moaned, as I teased her pussy.

"Was it me, Mommy?" I asked, using the word that always turned my real Mom on.

"Cameron," she said weakly.

"Tell me, Mommy," I instructed. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Oh God," she said, still not giving in.

"Do you want your daughter to eat your cunt?" I asked point blank.

"Cameron, please," she said, looking so vulnerable and playing guilty.

"Please what, Mommy?" I asked. "Please eat your cunt?"

"I-I-I...."

I moved my finger away, began to pull up her top and kissed her. "Sssssssh, Mommy, you're my pet now."



I kissed her passionately.

I took off her top.

I pushed her onto her back.

"Let me take care of you, Mommy," I purred, as I spread her legs.

"This is wrong," she protested.

"Making my dear Mommy feel good can't be wrong," I argued, looking up at her with a cute smile.

"But you're my daughter," she pointed out.

"And loving families must look after each other," I countered, as my finger went to her pussy.

"I don't know," she said weakly.

"I do, Mommy," I smiled, before I leaned down and began to lick her pussy.

"Ohhhh, honey," she moaned, as my magical tongue began to go to work.

I lapped for a few minutes before she begged, "Yes baby, get Mommy off."

"Come all over my face, Mommy," I urged her, as I hungrily devoured her wet cunt.

"Oh yes, baby," she moaned.

"Come now, Mommy," I encouraged.

"Oh yes, God, yes," she screamed before she came on my face.

"Yes, Mommy," I said, as I lapped up her cunt cum.

"Such a good girl," she moaned.

"Anything for Mommy," I replied, licking up her come until she was done.

To my surprise, that was it.

No orgasm for me.

Just a quiet drive back and being told to meet at the school tomorrow at lunchtime. Being a Saturday, I was curious why.

SESSION 5:

I arrived at school and saw the football team on the field. Mrs. Martin let me in.... of course she had a key.

She had me put on a wedding dress and led me to the staff room. The dress was far from new, a bit tattered in places, and yellowish from obviously many dry cleanings. And it fit me only more or less, the bodice actually gaping open to show my breasts unless I held it in place, which I knew without asking that Mrs. Martin wouldn't allow. Thank heavens we didn't encounter anyone in the hall.
As I entered the staff room I was a bit curious... I'd always wanted to see what it looked like inside.

It was disappointing.

Small.

Old couches.

A fridge.

A coffee pot.

What wasn't disappointing, but rather surprising, were four of my male teachers from my years of high school in the room... all naked.

I gasped.

"Holy shit, Mary, you really outdid yourself this time," Mr. Kendricks, my sophomore year math teacher said.

"Yeah, I never thought I'd ever see prim and proper Rebecca in the cum bath," Mr. Wade, my sixty-plus-year-old physics teacher said, staring at my fully exposed bosom.

Mrs. Martin said, "It's her wedding day soon, and I thought she should thank each of you for all you've done for her."

"It's the least you can do, isn't it Rebecca?" Mr. Stanger, my home room teacher directed his question to my tits.

"Yes, sir," I agreed, looking at his cock, which was a lot bigger than my husband's to be.

"Well, go suck their cocks, slut," Mrs. Martin ordered, as if that was obvious.

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I obeyed, walking to Mr. Stanger first... his cock already hard and big.

I spent the next hour going from cock to cock, sucking one, stroking two.

Mr. Stanger came on my face first.

Mr. Pollack, the principal, decorated my face second.

Mr. Kendricks blasted a massive load on my tits next.

Mr. Stanger unloaded a second load on my face and tits.

Mr. Pollack also unleashed a second blast when he fucked my tits.

Mr. Kendricks asked if he could fuck me, but Mrs. Martin said no, so he pulled up my dress and spewed his second load all over my crotch and legs.

Finally after two loads from each, Mr. Wade finally came... splattering his tiny load on my tits.

I thought I was done, but then Coach Burks, the only black teacher in our school, walked in and said, "I'm happy she's still here."

"We wouldn't let her leave without sampling some of that dark meat of yours," Mrs. Martin said.

"She's a mess," he appraised, as he walked over to me.

"She'll be a cum portrait by the time you're done with her," Mrs. Martin said, as he pulled out his cock... easily the biggest I had ever seen in my limited real cock experience.

"Oh my," I said.

"I get that a lot," he said, as he shoved his cock in my mouth.

I had sucked the first four cocks.

With this one I was face fucked.

I gagged a few times and was instructed to breathe through my nose and focus.

So I did.

His entire cock never filled my mouth, and after a few minutes, although it seemed so long as he just roughly used me, he pulled out and spattered my entire body with what seemed a never-ending load.

"He shoots buckets," Mrs. Martin said as he finished.

"So I see," I laughed awkwardly, completely coated with cum.

Mrs. Martin said, "Look up."

I did as she snapped a Polaroid.



Kimmy... I felt their cum on me all day. Although I could eat a dozen pussies straight, from that day on, sucking cock was always just a task... nothing more.

BRIDAL SHOPPING

I thought that was all the tasks, but discovered that was just the end of the formal training.

I was wedding dress shopping with my mother and my mother-in-law-to-be when I learned my mother-in-law was also in the club.

At a private wedding shop (as in the door to the street was locked, and when you rang, the attendant answering the door would decide whether or not to let you in), after trying on a dozen dresses during what seemed like a normal day (for once), other than my morning breakfast of Mom's homemade cunt cum, while I was in a wedding dress (a nice one this time), Mrs. Carter ordered me, "Take off your panties, Rebecca."

"Pardon?" I asked.

"I've taught you better than that," Mom rebuked me.

"Sorry," I apologized, as I pulled my panties down and off... having worn some for the first time in days.

"Bend over the counter," Mrs. Carter snapped.

"Yes, ma'am," I obeyed.

"I don't want to hear her talking anymore," Mrs. Carter said. She'd loved me when her son and I were dating, but that love faded when she learned I was pregnant. If Steve and I hadn't assured her the child was his, there wouldn't even have been a wedding, no matter what else Steve might have said to her.

"I can fix that," the saleswoman said.

A minute later, as I stood there, bent over, while Mom and Mrs. Carter sipped on white wine, the saleswoman returned and put adhesive tape over my mouth.

"Actually take the dress off, but keep the veil on," Mrs. Carter instructed. "I don't really want to see your face."

I sat straight up, pulled the dress off and went to go back in that same position.

"No let's see how flexible you are," Mrs. Carter ordered. "Sit on that table."

I moved to the small table and sat on it. I looked at Mom, who silently gave me an apologetic look. Obviously she had no say in what happened to me here.

"Spin around, I told you I don't want to see your face," she ordered.

I did, my feet dangling over the table.

"Now lift up your ass."

I did, awkwardly.

"NO, use your arms," she sighed.

I managed that by leaning way forward, and I found myself in the most awkward position ever.



Mrs. Carter ordered, "Judy, fist her fat cunt."

"Yes, ma'am," the saleswoman agreed.

A moment later I was being fist fucked while Mom and Mrs. Carter drank their wine and chose my dress. They also agreed that every Wednesday I was to be Mrs. Carter's full-service maid. Mrs. Carter then ordered my Mother to go down on her.

I came twice from the fisting.

When I was allowed to turn around, I watched as Mrs. Carter poured wine down her belly, which ran onto her pussy and Mom's tongue.

I wondered what that flavour combination would be like.

I was also made to pose with wine... apparently for an advertisement for this wedding gown store for future members of the lesbian society.



DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING

We met Minister Martin about any last-minute changes, and then Mrs. Martin insisted I stay to have one last session.

I ate her pussy.

I ate her asshole.

I was fucked to orgasm with a candleholder.

I was then led into Minister Martin's office where I was instructed, "Make my husband happy, bride-to-be."

"Yes, Mrs. Martin," I smiled. "I'll make sure he is very happy."

I walked to the minister, who was walking around reading scripture, and dropped before him. I asked, "May I worship at your feet, Minister?"

"You may, my child," he said.

I fished out his cock, surprised to see it was already big and hard... I don't know why I assumed it would be small and flaccid.

I sucked on his cock slowly... deciding to indeed worship his cock.

Slow bobs.

He moaned, "You have a blessed mouth, my child."

Deep throat.

"Wash away your sins, my child," he groaned a couple minutes later.

Eventually he pulled out and grunted, "Be baptized pure, my child," before he splattered the left side of my face.



Kimmy... this picture was fun to create, as I imagined my hubby catching us in the act.

That night Eleanor, who'd gone blonde (much to my surprise), spent the night with me. She smiled, one last time before I tied the knot... although we would remain lovers until she passed away in the late 90s.

It was romantic.



It was tender.



It was heavenly... and the end of one chapter... with a new one beginning when the sun arose the next day.

.....

I smiled.

Even with all of great-grandmother's kinky sex... she was a romantic at heart.

She stayed married until great-grandfather passed away.

She stayed with her best friend until she passed away.

As I rubbed myself, I couldn't help but think about my next conquest... Mrs. Walker.

I imagined the ultimate parent-teacher day:



THE END FOR NOW

1950s: Wedding Day Slut (coming in 2020)

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