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Cassandra “Cassie” Smythe

I sat on the desk before Ms. Gonzalez. I was in her office at Christian Mountain University. I spread my legs wide and placed them on the Hispanic slut’s shoulders, my thighs darker than her golden-brown features.

“Now, how do we get you to be the president of the university so I can have your job,” I purred.

“We’ll have to get rid of President Spencer,” moaned my delicious slave as she leaned forward. Her naked breasts, tattooed with “Property of Miss Smythe,” jiggled. “That will do it, Miss Smythe.”

She nuzzled her lips into my pussy. I groaned as she did that. She licked at my cunt, brushing my clit piercing and its charm, a five-pointed star with a sapphire in it. The symbol of my new sapphic faith I had created.

The lesbian religion I had created, the Feminine Mystery of the Divine Orgasm.

I was so proud of it, but now I wanted to spread my control to this school. I wanted to rule it. I wanted to be the leader of it. I shuddered as Ms. Gonzalez, the Head of Morals and Discipline, licked at my pussy.

I wanted to be in charge of the dyke morals I would implement. I wanted to discipline the sluts that attended here. I had to take control of the college and make it an all-girls school. Expel every boy. That would be hot.

“Mmm, once he was gone, you’d have to also infiltrate the Board of Trustees,” whimpered Ms. Gonzalez.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Mmm, and President Spencer is married?”

“Uh-huh,” purred my naughty slut. “They’re Catholic.”

“Interesting.” I shuddered, savoring that tongue. I had to implement the plans. Plus, I needed to enchant the school with my succubus’s perversity.

“Yes, you do,” Hedone whispered in me. “Mmm, that’s so good. She’s such a wonderful pussy licker.”

I just moaned my agreement, enjoying that tongue stroking through my flesh. It was just incredible to have her. Licking at me. I shuddered, savoring every second of this. It was beautiful to have her lapping at me with all that delight.

She stroked up and down my hot flesh. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. I reveled in this moment. I shuddered, savoring the way that hot tongue licked at my cunt. I groaned, my thighs squeezing around her head.

“Ooh, that’s it!” I groaned. “Feast on my cunt!”

“Miss Smythe!” the naughty slut whimpered.

I humped against her. I loved the way she feasted on me. It was just so good to have her licking me like that. I moaned as she kept flicking the charm dangling from my pierced clit. I smiled as the waves of delight flowed through me.

She buried her tongue into my cunt. She stroked around in my cunt. My toes curled as I enjoyed every second of her licking me like this. She tongued me with wonderful passion. I shuddered as she licked at my twat.

Then the naughty dyke went lower.

“Mmm, you dirty whore,” I moaned as she tongued my asshole.

“So dirty, Miss Smythe,” purred Ms. Gonzalez. She used to be such a prim and proper Christian woman.

Now she was a depraved whore licking at my asshole.

I loved it. I savored her tonguing at my backdoor. She flicked her tongue around it. I loved the feel of her dancing around me like that. It was just so good to have her wiggling her tongue against my anal ring. She slipped it into me.

I trembled at the feel of her popping into my backdoor. She swirled around in me. It was a wild sensation to have her doing that. I loved having my asshole licked. She groaned as she did that, her tongue rubbing into my pussy folds.

“Fuck!” I moaned as she did that.

“Such a dirty slut,” Hedone groaned in me.

Ms. Gonzalez fucked her tongue in and out of my pussy. She drove me wild with it. I shuddered as she did that. She flicked about in me, driving me wild. I loved it. I would have a huge climax. I trembled, savoring the way she tongued around in my twat.

She flicked her tongue up to my clit. It was so good to have her lapping at my pierced bud. I shuddered as my orgasm built and built. An idea was already starting to form in my head. Catholic… A way to corrupt her.

“My, my, I love that,” Hedone cooed. “We’ll have to do some illusion magic.”

I smiled from ear to ear that my succubus approved my plan. I trembled, enjoying that hot tongue licking at me. She stroked over my hot flesh. She lapped at me with such passion, driving me toward my climax.

I could not wait to cum on her. It wanted to just burst with delight. That would be so incredible to cum on her. I ached for it. She plunged her tongue into my pussy. She licked around in me, driving me wild.

She made me feel so good.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned, tossing my head. “That’s it. Make me cum! We have work to do!”

“Yes, Miss Smythe,” she moaned and suckled on my clit.

My eyes rolled back in my head. I enjoyed what she did to me. She stroked her tongue over my hot flesh. It was just an incredible moment. I shuddered, reveling in the way she flicked my charm. She played with it.

I groaned, rising toward that moment when I would cum. I could not wait for that bliss to burst through me. It would be so hot to have all that pleasure swelling in me. I groaned, rising toward my climax. Toward that glorious moment of erupting.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I whimpered. “You dirty slut! That’s.. Yes!”

I came on my dyke’s lips.

My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out to drown her. I wanted to smother her in all my passion. I loved how she licked at my twat. She stroked her tongue through my folds, lapping at me. My eyes rolled back in my head.

I whimpered, shuddering through such wonderful passion. I hit that amazing peak. I quivered there on the plateau of passion. It was just wonderful to hit that point of exploding. I tossed my head. My eyes rolled back in my head.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered, hitting that wonderful peak.

“Oh, Miss Smythe,” the submissive Ms. Gonzalez moaned as she licked through my folds. “Mmm, that’s so good.”

“So good,” I said, quivering through my delight. “Get your strap-on and your phone out. You have a video to make, but…”

“Yes, yes, you have to enchant the phone first,” said Hedone.

“Hand me your phone,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Yes, Miss Smythe,” the slut quivered. She had her own charm swinging from her clit. She was a member of my cult, of course. Most members didn’t have them yet since they were on backorder, but Ms. Gonzalez’s lover was my tattoo artist supplying the piercings.

I took her phone and closed my eyes. “Spirit of attraction, infuse the circuity of this device. Let all who witness its videos be aroused with sapphic passion.”

“Mmm, yes,” purred Hedone as her power flowed out with my own into the spell. “What a delicious witch you are.”

I was.

Ms. Gonzalez’s big breasts swayed back and forth as she grabbed her strap-on. She pushed up her glasses before she stepped into the harness. I loved how she wore her head up in a bun. That just made her so sexy. So delicious.

She pulled the harness up her thighs and pressed the base of her silver dildo into her pussy. I smiled at her and handed her the phone. She took it as she aimed it at me, a curious expression on her face.

“You’re making a video for your girlfriend. You want to show her what a naughty slut you’re being.” I winked at her. “Pretend I’m a new lover and make sure you talk a lot. Then you’re going to send it to the president’s wife on accident.”

“Miss Smythe, that’s so naughty.” She hit record. “Look at this tasty treat I have in my office, Chantelle. You know how much I love using my position as head of morals to enjoy cute, young things like this.”

“Ms. Gonzalez, this is embarrassing,” I whimpered.

“Good,” she purred, her eyes burning hot. She was flicking her tongue over her lips. “Beg me to fuck you with this.” She aimed her phone down at the toy.

“Ms. Gonzalez,” I moaned, enjoying this naughty roleplay. It made me feel so kinky. “I… I…”

She nuzzled the toy into my shaved pussy, sliding it up and down. “You wanted to dress like a little dyke slut, Miss Smythe. This is how I treat little tarts wearing no panties beneath their short, short skirts. You want to be fucked? Then beg for it.”

“I… I…” God, she was so good at this.

“So good,” my succubus purred in agreement.

“I need it,” I whimpered, the toy teasing me as I stared up at that busty Hispanic dyke.

“Need what?” cooed Ms. Gonzalez as she filmed me. “Say what your little whore-pussy needs, Miss Smythe. Let me hear you be a tart. A little puta lesbiana.”

“I… I…” A shiver ran through me. “I need your big girl-cock to fuck my slutty little dyke pussy, Ms. Gonzalez!”

She thrust into me, her big boobs bouncing. She plowed to the hilt in my snatch. She buried into me with such force. It was incredible. My eyes rolled back in my head as she did that. It felt so good to have her fucking me. She pumped away at me, her glasses gleaming on her face.

I loved her hair up in her bun. She looked so sexy as she fucked me like this. She pounded me with all that she had. It was so good to have her doing that. I loved it so much. She plowed into me with such force.

I groaned, savoring the way that she buried into me. She fucked me so hard. So fast. She plowed into my cunt over and over again. It was incredible to have her plowing to the hilt in me. I reveled in the way she buried into me.

I squeezed down on her.

I loved the feel of her thick dildo fucking me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered, savoring the way she churned me up. It was so good to have her fucking me like that. “Ooh, ooh, you’re driving me wild! You’re doing such wicked things to me!”

“I know, you little tart,” moaned the teacher, filming me and herself. “Ooh, Chantelle, she’s such a hot little minx. I bet she eats cunt so well. Maybe I’ll bring her over to share her!”

“Ms. Chantelle!” I whimpered.

“You want it, slut,” she hissed, turning her phone around to face me as she fucked me with her big dildo. I groaned, squeezing my cunt down on that wonderful dildo. “Say it!”

“I… I… I want it, Ms. Chantelle!” I howled as that big dildo buried into me hard and fast.

My small titties quivered as the Hispanic beauty fucked me. She pounded me with all that she had. It was so good to have her burying into me like that. I groaned, savoring the way she plowed into me. She thrust into me with such passion.

Such force.

I groaned, clamping down on her. I loved the feel of her big dildo burying into my cunt. She thrust away at me with all that she had. It was incredible. I was rising toward my orgasm. I would just burst on her. I could not wait for all that pleasure to sweep through me. I quivered as she fucked me with passion. She buried into me again and again.

She plowed deep and hard into my snatch. I loved this. I reveled in it. She plowed into my hot flesh. She drove me wild with that amazing dildo. She filmed it, moaning as she plowed into me with such force.

“She’s such a slut, Chantelle!” moaned Ms. Gonzalez. “Just such a whore. I know you’re going to masturbate so hard to this video!”

“You can’t share this, Ms. Gonzalez!” I whimpered.

“I can do what I want, slut!” she hissed, burying her dildo into my cunt.

I loved her fucking me like that. She plowed deep and hard into my twat. It was so good to have her fucking me like that. It was incredible to have her burying into me. This was a side of her that was so hot to see, especially with those big tits bouncing as she buried into me.

I whimpered as she plowed into my twat. She fucked me with such force. She pounded my cunt as my orgasm swelled through me. I was so close to cumming. I whimpered, tossing my head as that big dildo buried to the hilt in me.

“Yes!” I squealed as I came.

My pussy writhed around her dildo. The pleasure swept through me. It was incredible to have all that ecstasy rushing through my body. I loved it intensely. The dildo fucked in and out of me. She pounded my snatch.

“Little whore!” she hissed and buried into my cunt.

Her head threw back as she joined me. My pussy writhed around her dildo. Stars flashed across my vision. I trembled through such ecstasy. It was a wondrous experience. I shivered through it, my head tossing back and forth.

“Oh, my, yes,” I moaned. “Ooh, ooh, that’s so good. That was just amazing!”

“It is!” she purred, the waves of delight washing through me. “Little slut! Puta lesbiana!”

“Ms. Gonzalez,” I groaned, shuddering through the last of my orgasm.

I came down from my high. I panted, my boobs rising and falling. I loved having all that dildo in me. I licked my lips as she smiled down at me. She was filming it as she slowly drew her toy out of my cunt, the shaft dripping in pussy.

“Oh oh, oh,” I whimpered, sucking in deep breaths. “You can’t share this with anyone.”

“Watch me,” she said and tapped her phone. “Oh, oh, Miss Smythe, that was so wild. I can’t believe I did that, but…” She started tapping. “There. Sent her the airdrop link. Now… ‘Sorry, that was for my friend. Please don’t watch.’”

“Perfect,” I said. “Mmm, she’s going to get that and it’s going to cause so many more problems. Now… I have preparations to make.”

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Mrs. Dolores Spencer

My phone vibrated. I had a text message from Pita Gonzalez. She worked at my husband’s school. It was a link to a video. I suddenly had this urge to watch it. Then my phone buzzed again as she sent a message with it.

“Sorry, that was for my friend. Please don’t watch.”

“That happens,” I texted back. “I won’t.” But… I wanted to. I hit send then… I just had to see this. I was so excited for it. I tapped the link.

My eyes widened in shock. In horror. In… fascination.

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Cassandra “Cassie” Smythe

I knocked on the door of the office.

“Come in,” said Father Murphy, the priest at the local Catholic church.

I sauntered in. He glanced at me and froze. His face darkened with anger. I suppose he didn’t enjoy the sexy nun’s outfit I bought at the porn store before heading over here. It had a short skirt and a belly shirt style top that hugged my little A-cups. The white, fishnet stockings really stood out on my dark thighs.

“What is this?” he demanded, glaring at me. “This is not funny, young woman. This is—”

“Let the peace of sleep consume you and when you wake up, to think this was just a dream,” I said and blew the chamomile powder into his face.

He swayed there then stumbled and fell back into his chair. I smiled at that. I drew in a deep breath and touched his face. I studied him. I had never cast a spell like this, but it was fun to broaden my horizons.

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Mrs. Dolores Spencer

Shame burned through me.

I could not believe what I did while watching that depraved video of Pita Gonzalez and the student. How she… With the toy and… The words. They burned in my head. Dyke. Slut. Puta lesbiana. I trembled, still flushed from my shameful behavior.

From abusing myself.

I was a married woman. What was wrong with me?

I pulled up before my parish. I had to confess to my priest and get advice. As I climbed out, a man walked up to the church then shook his head and left. He muttered something about not being allowed in as he passed.

What was that about?

I headed for the doors. I felt this urge to walk away. That I wasn’t allowed in, and yet the need to confess my sin burned through me. My mind was filled with the vision of that girl, Miss Smythe, writhing on her back.

Black. Her skin dark. Her breasts small. She had a shaved vulva with her clitoris pierced by that charm. She had writhed like a wanton trollop, enjoying being pleasured by a woman. By her teacher at her Christian College.

My husband had to know, but the need to confess to my priest outweighed even that consideration.

So I pushed past my shame and entered the church. For a moment, it was like I was passing through a spectral barrier. A membrane that did not want me to enter. I pushed through it, though. I was inside, panting.

I licked my lips and shook my head. What was that? I… I… Confession.

I rushed to the confessional booth. I could see that Father Murphy was already inside. I stepped inside of it. Through the grill, I could see him sitting there, so strong and rigid. A man who counseled his flock. A wonderful priest.

“Bless me father for I have sinned,” I said, kneeling on the penitent’s bench.

“In what way?” he asked. That wasn’t quite right. Where was the formula he was supposed to say, but…

“A woman who works at my husband’s college sent me a video by mistake and… I watched it.”

“Ah, yes, the sin of curiosity,” the priest said. “Like with Eve. You just couldn’t resist devouring forbidden fruit.”

“I…” My cheeks burned. “I am so ashamed, but I was so curious. I normally wouldn’t, but… It was awful. She… she’s a lesbian!”

“Go on.”

“She put on one of those… those… marital aids. Wearing it like she was the man. She used it on her student, filming it for her girlfriend. She made that poor thing beg.” My mind burned with those images. My pussy was so wet. I ached to masturbate right now.

Before the priest! What was wrong with me?

“I couldn’t stop watching it, Father.” I shuddered. “I… I grew aroused.”

“Did you masturbate?”

“Yes!” My shame consumed me. “I… I… Three times. I watched it over and over, writhing on my marital bed like a… a…”

“Whore?”

I blinked at those words but groaned, “Yes!” I wanted to do it right now. “I… I want to watch the movie again and again.”

“I see,” he said. “I want you to go out and pray. There is a nun, Sister Cassie, she’ll show you what to do about these desires.”

“I… Okay.” I was almost in tears. “I never have thought… But this video…”

“Yes, yes, the sin of lesbianism has taken root in you, and now you desire the forbidden fruit of a woman. Of the girl in the video.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “That juicy peach…” I gasped. “I’m so sorry, Father.”

“No, no, you are desiring that succulent and sinful fruit, but Sister Cassie will help you out. Now go, pray before the altar. She will be here soon.”

“Thank you, Father,” I said with such gratitude. I needed this so much. It was threatening to consume me. To destroy me. I trembled, my heart beating so fast. I rose to my feet. “Thank you so much, Father!”

“Of course, my child,” he said.

I rose and stumbled out of the confessional booth. My body was on fire. That succulent peach gleamed in my eyes. That young pussy, her vulva dark and her pussy lips pink. She was so juicy. And that charm… I wanted to feast on her.

I fell to my knees before the altar, my mind filled with those feverish images. I wasn’t praying, I was fighting the urge to masturbate. I clasped my hands together. I was in the church, but I felt so alone. No one else was here.

I had my skirt on. I didn’t put on my panties. I was just so wet. I didn’t want to soil another pair.

I placed my hand on my knee, trembling. I truly wasn’t contemplating masturbating here, right?

My hand slid up beneath my skirt, my skin so silky. My heart hammered in my chest. I closed my eyes, seeing Miss Smythe’s pussy. That Black girl was lying before me. I wanted to lick her. I wanted to eat her cunt out.

Higher and higher crept my hand, my touch sending burning flames up my thighs to my naughty sex.

I was married. A good Catholic woman. This was a mortal sin. I trembled as my fingers worked higher and higher up my thigh, going nearer and nearer to my pussy. I shuddered. Whimpered. I just wanted to finger my cunt.

I ached for it.

My fingers reached my bush. I shuddered as I slid through my folds. I was a mother of three. They were all adults, and here I was rubbing at my cunt. I had only been with my husband. We married when I was eighteen. He took my virginity. I loved him. Loved being with him.

My fingers thrust into my cunt.

“Yes,” I whimpered, imagining they were Miss Smythe’s digits.

My pussy clenched around my fingers. I groaned as I thrust them in and out of my cunt. I worked them into my depths and slid them back out again. I groaned, my boobs jiggling. I shuddered at the feel of those digits plundering my depths.

I loved it.

I worked those fingers in and out of my cunt. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. I whimpered at how good those fingers felt in my cunt. They worked in and out of me. I shuddered, savoring how they drove me wild.

How they plunged into my cunt over and over again. I shuddered, savoring that delight. It was so good to have them in me. I groaned, my face twisting with the delight of this moment. I whimpered, loving those fingers plowing into me.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I groaned. “I… I…”

I wanted her cunt.

I licked at the air as if I was licking her pussy. I smelled my tart aroma. Would she taste like that? I wanted to feast on her. My thumb rubbed at my clit. I was so close to bursting. So near to climaxing on my fingers.

“I… I…” I buried my digits into my cunt. “Yes!”

I squealed out loud in the middle of the church and came on my fingers. My pussy spasmed around my digits. It was so good to feel that. I groaned, loving that heat washing through me. It was fantastic. Just an incredible rush to have all that pleasure sweeping through my body.

My pussy rippled around my digits. I groaned, savoring how amazing it was to have all that pleasure rushing through me. My eyes squeezed shut as I enjoyed plundering my cunt. I buried my fingers into my snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, ooh, that’s so good!”

My orgasm swept through me as I wanted Miss Smythe to be here. I trembled, my pussy rippling around my fingers. I hit that wonderful peak. I trembled, quivering there. I blinked my eyes then realized that a nun stood before me.

A Black nun in a short skirt. I could see up it to her pussy. She smiled down at me, a wimple around her face. It was her. Miss Smythe. She was here. A nun with her pussy on display. A charm dangled from her clit.

Her forbidden fruit was right there, this tangy aroma filling my nose.

With a groan, I buried my face into her snatch. I cheated on my husband with Sister Cassie. Miss Smythe. The sexy, Black dyke.

The tangy flavor of her pussy juices soaked my taste buds. She tasted so amazing. I groaned as I licked at her. I tongued through her folds, savoring the flavor of her cunt soaking my taste buds. She purred in delight as I brushed her pierced clit.

She slid her fingers through my blonde hair and cooed, “That’s it. Feast on my forbidden fruit. On my peach. That’s what you need.”

“Yes!” I moaned and thrust my tongue into her silky depths.

I loved her tangy juices soaking my tongue. Her cream dripped down my chin. I licked and lapped at her. I stirred my tongue around her. I enjoyed this so much. It was just a wild moment to lick and lap at her with all that I had.

She groaned as I did that. She trembled as my tongue flicked through her folds. I licked at her with all that I had. It was incredible to feast on her with everything. I groaned, licking and lapping at her with such passion.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned. “Just like that! Oh, Mrs. Spencer, you’re such a naughty wife!”

“Yes!” I groaned, not caring about anything but her pussy. “Yes, I am, Sister Cassie!”

She smiled down at me as I licked at her cunt. I feasted on her, nothing else mattering. I didn’t think about anything but grabbing her butt-cheeks and feasting on her. She groaned and pushed up her top, exposing her small breasts with her chocolate nipples.

I flicked her pierced clit, her charm rubbing against my lips. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. I was making her feel so good. I gripped her rump as I attacked her clit. She moaned as I did that. I stroked through her twat.

“Oh, you’re a pussy-licking slut!” I moaned. “You were born with a talent for cunt munching, Mrs. Spencer.”

I was? “Wonderful!”

“Mmm, you love it, don’t you?” she gasped as my tongue stroked through her.

“I do,” I whimpered.

“Love what?” she asked, her eyes staring down at me. She was so beautiful in person. I just wanted to please her.

“Your pussy!” I squealed. “I love eating your pussy like a… a… naughty dyke!”

“Mmm, a MILF-dyke cheating on her husband by feasting on my cunt! Mmm, buff my muff. Oh, oh, yes, yes, you’re just a lezzie whore, aren’t you? A puta lesbiana!”

“I am!” I moaned and suckled on her pierced clit.

Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my hands. She trembled as I suckled on her. She tossed her head from side to side. It was clear that I was driving her wild. I would make her cum. Just explode. I wanted that so much.

I wanted to drown in her pussy cream.

I flicked my tongue around her clit. She groaned, her head tossing. I stroked over her bud. She whimpered and groaned as I did that. It was just a wonderful rush to give her pleasure. She trembled as if she was getting closer and closer to her climax. To drowning me.

I wanted that so much. I nibbled on her clit with my lips. I tongued her bud, flicking the ring and its chain about. She shuddered, her back arching. Her small titties quivered. The beautiful, gorgeous Sister Cassie squealed out in rapture.

“You fucking dyke-MILF!” she cried as her tangy pussy juices gushed out.

I made her cum.

I drowned in her tangy passion. I licked up her delight, savoring her pussy cream running over my cheeks and chin. I bathed in this wonderful bliss. She moaned and bucked through her rapture. I gave her this ecstasy. I was the one who pleasured her.

That made me so excited as I tongued up every drop of pussy cream I could find. I loved this treat. I lapped up all that wonderful passion. She groaned, trembling through her ecstasy as I stroked my tongue through all her folds.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her head tossing. “That’s so good. You’re so wonderful!”

I trembled, feeling her eyes staring down at me. I made her cum, and now she wanted me to do other things to her. I shuddered, aching to please her. I wanted that so much. I licked at her pussy as I waited for her to give a command.

“Mmm, you’re a natural-born pussy licker,” she cooed and turned around. Her butt was right before my face. She bent over and gripped the altar, her butt-cheeks parting. Her rosebud asshole appeared. “How are you at eating out a woman’s asshole.”

“I don’t know,” I moaned, but I wanted to find out.

I buried my face between her dark butt-cheeks and licked at her asshole. I tasted that sour musk. It was so wild to do this. I licked and lapped at her backdoor, my tongue flying over her. The dirty flavor only made this better.

I slid my hands around her hips and traced down to her pussy. I found the shaved folds of her pussy and brushed her swinging charm. I rubbed at her clit. The nun groaned, her veil rustling around her shoulders.

“Dirty fucking dyke!” she moaned as my tongue danced over her asshole.

“I am,” I moaned, frigging her clit as I rimmed her asshole. She tasted so earthy.

“Get that tongue in my asshole, whore!” she hissed. “Show me you’re a natural-born dyke! That you love women!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. I wanted to be a natural-born dyke.

I thrust my tongue against her asshole. I wiggled past her anal ring and popped into her bowels. It was so good to swirl around in her. I danced about in her, wanting to make her cum. This was such a wild moment. I caressed her. She moaned as I did that, her butt-cheeks clenching about my face.

I fucked in and out of her, wanting to make her feel so good. My fingers slid past her clit and thrust into her juicy pussy. She groaned as my digits sank into her twat. She felt hotter, wetter, and even silkier than my pussy.

Her butt-cheeks clenched about my face as I licked the Black nun’s asshole. I fingered the cutie’s cunt. I was old enough to be her mother, and here I was pleasuring her asshole. I tongued around in her backdoor as she moaned and trembled.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s it,” she moaned. “You’re showing me who you truly are, dyke-whore!”

“Yes,” I moaned into her asshole. “I’m a natural-born dyke. A lesbian slut! A MILF who hungers for young women!”

I thrust my tongue deep into her backdoor. The earthy flavor of her asshole was so good. I danced around in her as she trembled. I knew she loved what I did to her. This was just such a wild moment. I flicked around in her, my fingers plunging in and out of her cunt.

The heel of my hand ground on her clit as she moaned out her passion. She trembled there, her veil rustling. This was so hot to devour Sister Cassie’s asshole. I was just a dirty lesbian-MILF. I moaned, my cunt on fire.

She moaned louder, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. They thrust away at her cunt. I churned her up. I had to make her cum. I had to feel her pussy convulsing around my digits. That would be incredible to experience. I churned up her cunt. I fucked in and out of her with all that I had.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned. “Just like that. Ooh, ooh, you’re driving me wild. You’re going to make me cum so hard!”

“Good!” I moaned.

I wiggled my tongue deep into her rectum. I swirled around in her backdoor. I loved every second of this. It was just so good to fuck in and out of her. I wanted to make her burst with all that I had. I flicked about in her.

She moaned out in delight. Her butt-cheeks clenched on my face. I tongued her with passion. I wanted to please her. My fingers churned up her cunt. She clamped her butt-cheeks around my head. I held her to my bowels.

“Ooh, ooh, you’re so ready to be part of the Feminine Mystery of the Divine Orgasm,” she moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped.

“You want to be initiated!” Sister Cassie purred, my fingers churning up her cunt.

“I do! I really, really do! Yes!”

At my words, she squealed out in passion. Her asshole rippled around my tongue. My fingers thrust into her spasming pussy. I loved the feel of her cunt writhing around my fingers. I wiggled my tongue about in her bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sister Cassie groaned.

Her pussy rippled around my fingers as I licked at her asshole. I was obsessed with the dirty flavor of her bowels. I just had to lick around her sour bowels. I wanted to enjoy that flavor. It would be so amazing to make her cum again and again.

She groaned through her orgasm. She turned around, her delicious asshole escaping me. I groaned as she smiled down at me. She quivered there as she pointed behind me. I glanced back to see two toys on the table. The silver strap-on from the video and a little metal cone with a jewel on it.

And sitting beside them was Pita Gonzalez, her camera aimed at me. “Say it, slut.”

“I’m a lezzie whore,” I moaned as I crawled forward. “I need to be fucked. I need to lick pussy. I crave it!”

“Yes, you do,” purred Sister Cassie. “Fetch me the strap-on and the butt plug.”

I realized the cone was to go back there. I shuddered as I crawled to her, Pita filming the entire thing. She had, “Property of Miss Smythe,” tattooed across her breasts. I shuddered. The nun owned her. That was so exciting.

I seized the two objects and turned about. I crawled back to the delicious lesbian. She smiled at me, her eyes burning so hot. I groaned as I moved closer and closer to her. I just wanted her to use the dildo and butt plug on me.

I knew that would be incredible.

I reached my mistress. She stepped into the harness and drew it up her legs. I shuddered, staring at her pussy. I wanted to feast on her forbidden fruit. She worked the silver dildo higher and higher up her legs until she pulled the rubbery straps over her hips.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Sister Cassie cooed. “I like that. I’m going to enjoy fucking your cunt with this.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Get naked,” she purred, taking the butt plug from me. “Get naked and eat out Ms. Gonzalez’s yummy pussy!”

I stood and attacked the zipper of my maroon dress. I tore it off and threw it down. I then undid my bra. I freed my large breasts, my blonde hair swaying. I dropped to my knees before Pita and buried my face into her snatch.

I feasted on her spicy fruit.

She tasted so good. I loved her taste. I licked and lapped at her with such passion. My tongue flicked up and down her. She whimpered as I brushed her clit, her big titties jiggling. I groaned as something pressed into my butt-crack.

The butt plug.

She drilled it against my asshole as I feasted on Pita. I devoured her spicy cunt while moaning. My asshole burned as it stretched around the tip of the cone. The butt plug widened, forcing my backdoor to open more and more. The heat blazed in my sphincter until…

The butt plug popped into my asshole.

I moaned into Pita’s cunt. I licked at her with such hunger, savoring this moment. I tongued up and down her with a frantic hunger. I lapped at her with everything that I had as I squeezed my asshole down on the cone. It felt so naughty in me. I felt so full.

Then Sister Cassie rammed her dildo into my cunt.

“Yes!” I howled.

“Naughty MILF-dyke,” she purred as the toy stretched me out.

“So naughty,” I whimpered and thrust my tongue into Pita’s spicy cunt.

I feasted on her fruit as my pussy gripped the dildo. Sister Cassie drew it back. The heat melted through me. I moaned, my asshole feeling stuffed so full of the butt plug. I loved this wonderful delight.

She fucked me.

Pounded me.

I groaned, swirling my tongue around in Pita’s cunt as that dildo stretched me out. The toy was bigger than my husband’s. I loved that huge shaft in me. I groaned, clamping down on it as she fucked me. I whimpered, savoring this moment.

She buried into me again and again. She fucked me with force. With passion. She buried into my anal sheath with every ounce of passion that she had. I groaned, loving it. This was incredible. Amazing.

She thrust into me with such force. She pounded me with all that she had while my asshole gripped that butt plug stretching me out. The two sensations swirled through me. I tongued Pita’s pussy, licking at her spicy folds.

At her delicious clit ring.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Another puta lesbiana, Miss Smythe!”

“Definitely,” I groaned, clamping my cunt down on that big dildo. “Fuck me in church. Oh, yes, yes, pound my cunt, Sister Cassie!”

She did.

I shuddered, my orgasm building and building in me. I whimpered as I feasted on Pita. I licked at her as Sister Cassie hammered my cunt. She fucked me with such force. Such passion. It was incredible to have her doing that.

My tits swung free beneath me while Pita’s jiggled free above me. I stared at them. They were so full. I wanted to play with her tits. To dive fully into lesbian depravity. I shuddered, my tongue dancing around her bud.

I stroked her as that big dildo fucked me so hard and fast. I groaned, savoring that shaft burying into me. I clamped my cunt down on that huge dildo. My asshole quivered around the butt plug. It was the perfect accompaniment.

“How are you going to cum, my naughty MILF-dyke?” cooed Sister Cassie.

“So hard,” I whimpered. “You’re fucking me with that big toy!”

“Bigger than your husband’s?” she purred, slamming into me.

“Yes!” I howled and suckled on that clit.

“Just a naughty wife dyking out behind her husband’s back,” moaned Cassie. “You’re perfect for the Feminine Mystery of the Divine Orgasm!”

I craved that. The orgasm. I wanted it so much. It grew and grew in me with her every thrust. She buried into me with such passion. She drove me wild with that big toy. I whimpered, cream dripping down my chin from Pita.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mrs. Spencer,” groaned Pita. “You’re going to make me explode!”

“Good,” I whimpered.

“She likes drowning in pussy cream,” purred Sister Cassie. “Don’t you, Mrs. Dyke-Slut!”

“Yes!” I gasped as she fucked me. “I love it so much. I want to drown in your pussy cream, Pita! Please, please, give it to me!”

“Then make me cum, puta!” she hissed. “Put that tongue to use and eat my snatch!”

I did.

I licked up and down her cunt, stroking over her hot folds. My pussy clung to that big dildo fucking me. That shaft buried into me over and over again. I trembled, so near to bursting. So close to exploding on her.

I whimpered.

Moaned.
My tits slapped together while my asshole gripped the butt plug. The pressure swelled in me. Just a few more strokes of that big dildo would make my cum. I licked at Pita’s bud, stroking her clit piercing and playing with her charm.

She rammed the dildo into my cunt. I gasped and suckled hard on Pita’s pierced clit. The flavor of spicy juices grew stronger. She trembled, her tattooed tits jiggling. She arched her back and humped against me, squealing out in rapture.

“You fucking whore, yes!” she howled as she came.

Her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt and soaked my mouth. I groaned as I licked through her folds. I lapped at her. I stroked through her wonderful folds, licking at her with just such hunger. I feasted on her.

She trembled, her head tossing from side to side. Her breasts bounced and heaved as I drowned in her pussy cream. I shuddered, Sister Cassie fucking my cunt hard and fast. She buried the dildo deep into my married cunt.

Into my steaming snatch.

“Yes!” I squealed. “I’m a lezzie whore!”

I came so hard.

My pussy writhed around the dildo. I licked and lapped at that delicious cunt. I stroked through her folds. It was just incredible to feast on her. I loved drinking her spicy juices down as my lesbian orgasm swept hot through me.

My pussy writhed around her dildo while my asshole convulsed around the butt plug. That thick cone felt so good in me. I was such a depraved slut. My tits swayed beneath me as I moaned through my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I squealed. “I’m a fucking lezzie whore!”

“Yes, you are, Mrs. Spencer!” Cassie moaned and buried the dildo into my writhing asshole.

I shuddered as my pussy spasmed around the dildo. I tongued at Pita’s cunt, savoring all this depraved rapture sweeping through me. It was just so good to have it soaking my thoughts. I shuddered, feeling that pussy drowning me.

It was incredible.

Wonderful.

I tongued up all the juices, reveling in that wonderful treat as Sister Cassie moaned behind me. My pussy rippled around her dildo while my asshole spasmed around the butt plug. I ripped my face from Pita’s pussy and looked behind me.

“I wish to be a member of the Feminine Mystery of the Divine Orgasm!” I squealed.

“Perfect,” she purred. “There’s a tattoo parlor I want you to visit. Tell Chantelle there that I sent you. She’s going to give you some nipple piercings and a special tattoo. Then… We’re going to do something about your husband.”

“You’re not going to hurt him, right?” I whimpered. I did love him.

“Just make him into a willing cuck,” cooed Sister Cassie. She pulled her dildo out of my cunt. “Now go. No panties. Keep the butt plug in.

To be continued…

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