Copyright 2014 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No man saw the greatest conspiracy in history coming.
This is a story from that hidden, global war.
Chapter 1
“You’ve had a pretty tough month,” Beth Hightower said sympathetically to Sloane Gamble, as the brown-haired girl sat up in bed checking her phone. Sloane didn’t look up at first at her auburn-haired partner, and missed seeing the cup of coffee the twenty-five year old woman was offering her.
“Ummh, what…” Sloane murmured, and then looked up. “I thought I smelled coffee…for me?”
Her hopeful expression made Beth giggle. “So much for your ‘extra-sensory abilities,'” she laughed. “But, yeah,” she said as she handed the coffee to her twenty-two year old lover. “Be careful, it’s hot – but you already knew that.”
Sloane smiled. “It’s only ‘a better than random chance of perceiving the actions that someone else in the vicinity will be taking in the near future’ – according to Pax Terra’s scientists in Canberra, anyway. And, it only affects a small percentage of women who’ve been converted by Pax. I don’t know if it happens to FIT women, though.”
“Anyway, I was listening to you, and yeah it’s been kind of a shitty month except for you,” Sloane replied. “First, there was that husband that killed himself while we were taking away his wife. He just couldn’t believe that she had poisoned his coffee every morning, he thought he was just ‘coming down with something.'”
Sloane shook her head. “And then there was that mother that killed her two sons…geez. It’s unbelievable what those FIT infected women are doing. And I think their virus is unstable, besides routinely making them kind of violent and psychotic.”
Sloane looked at Beth, then down at her cup. “And I’m kind of worried that there might be a FIT mole in our office – besides Gretchen, I mean.”
When she looked back at Beth, her eyes were moist. “And Gretchen…I didn’t want to have to take her out, but when she infected my glass of wine at dinner with the FIT virus and had plans to do the whole office…I had to eliminate her.” Beth looked sympathetic.
“You’re supposed to get the confirmative toxicology results today, right? On the wine and the iced tea?”
“Yeah,” Sloane replied. “That should be cut and dried, I’ll get them from Leticia. Still, Gretchen…if only there was some way to save her, but she was a FIT woman all the way.”
Beth held Sloane’s hand. “You wanted to fuck her, didn’t you.”
Sloane smiled. “God, yes,” she said. “I’m pretty sure it would have been fantastic, but when I flashed on her putting their virus in my drink while we were at her condo, I had no choice.”
Beth sat on the bed next to the nearly nude twenty-two year old, shrugged and said, “And what am I thinking right now?” she asked, teasingly.
“I have no idea,” Sloane said. “I only know what you’re going to do, not what you’re thinking. I do flash that you’re going to be moaning very soon.”
Beth laughed. “I don’t think you needed your particular special ability to know that.” She leaned in to kiss Sloane, and the two women melted together with the particular heat and passion found in women converted by the Pax Terra virus, an organism developed by an ill-fated researcher in Australia decades before, and which, along with a mutation, the FIT virus, had been slowly circling the globe and inevitably leading to a humankind made up of women who were exclusively lesbian, and a small number of women who were bisexual. As to how many men would survive this ‘conversion’ process, as both Pax Terra and FIT called it, that depended on which group was ultimately successful.
FIT, or more commonly, Family Interactions Therapists as their main organization was known, would eliminate all males and were believed to have developed a means of impregnating women without using sperm. Pax Terra, the group for which Sloane worked, had no quarrel with men but neither did they have much use for them. The two groups were engaged in a global war with each other to capture the souls and minds of all straight women – the source of all future membership for them both.
The war was entirely sub rosa, with very few men even aware that the groups existed, or that the future existence of males was in jeopardy. If not for the efforts of dedicated Pax Terra agents like Sloane Gamble, FIT would have won long ago and the world would be a much different place.
It is not inconceivable that perhaps 99% of men would be dead (or never born), with only exclusively gay males spared and a small 1% of straight males surviving as breeding stock – unless the rumored FIT breakthroughs in sperm replacement were true, in which case male elimination might be 100%.
To those men who may scoff, I refer you to the numerous cases of politicians and military leaders recently who have died in their sleep “of natural causes” – some as young as 32 years of age – with their wives going into “seclusion” afterwards with other women all with known connections to FIT.
But Sloane and Beth weren’t concerned with these facts of global life now – all they wanted just then was to make love, and they did.
Coffee forgotten now, Sloane gently pushed her partner back onto the mattress, Beth’s chest already rising and falling quickly as her heartbeat increased rapidly, her breathing becoming quicker and more shallow, chemicals pouring into her bloodstream turning her interests to the pleasure to be found in her body and that of her younger lover. She looked up at Sloane, her green eyes meeting Sloane’s brown eyes, both women’s gaze soft with love and lust.
The tip of Beth’s tongue moistened her upper lip, a signal to her dominant lover of her immediate and initial need, to feel a woman’s soft, warm lips on her own, a woman’s wet and active tongue exploring her mouth and teasing her to greater sexual heights. Sloane responded by pressing her lips to Beth’s, their breathing becoming mutual as they shared breath, moist warm air rushing from Beth’s lungs into Sloane’s, an intimate sharing of the life’s breath of the two young women.
Sloane gently caressed Beth’s arms, her fingertips lightly stroking the 25 year-old’s bare arms below her tee shirt sleeve. Beth shivered with pleasure and reflexively pushed up with her hips, as Sloane continued kissing her. Sloane’s hand teased down to Beth’s hand, her index finger sensually caressing Beth’s palm. Beth moaned into Sloane’s mouth, and when she felt Sloane’s saliva dripping onto her tongue, Beth orgasmed mildly, hot and sweet tingles of current pulsing out and away from her swelling clitoris and inside her pelvis throughout her hips, radiating into her thighs.
“Oh god,” she moaned into Sloane’s mouth, gulping the hot mixture of saliva from the two sapphic lovers.
Sloane pulled her face away from Beth’s, smiling with pleasure that Beth had cum so quickly. Beth looked up at her lover’s sweet, feminine face, her straight brown hair resting on Beth’s chest just above her erect nipples, still covered by the thin cotton of Beth’s red Manchester United tee shirt.
“Please, lick my pussy Sloane…” Beth moaned. “I need to feel you there.”
Sloane responded by kissing Beth again, and then said, “All in good time, my love.” Instead of devouring Beth’s hot, wet pussy – something Sloane also desired immensely – she continued teasing the auburn haired nurse to further mild orgasms, nothing like the thundering orgasms that ‘converted’ women routinely enjoyed, but in the sum of things, perhaps even more enjoyable as they built the slim victim up to her own massive cataclysm of ecstasy sure to come.
Sloane’s hand went to Beth’s midriff. Her tee shirt had pulled up away from her gym shorts, exposing her pale stomach. Sloane’s fingers teased Beth there, causing the girl to giggle as Sloane’s touch alternated between sensual caress to tickling randomly. But soon enough Sloane’s supple fingers slid along Beth’s flat belly to the elastic waistband of her grey shorts, slipping under it and above Beth’s mons.
To Sloane’s great pleasure, she found that Beth had no panties on, as her fingertips slithered through the manicured postage stamp sized curls of Beth’s tiny bush, to the heat and moisture radiating out of her slit. Sensing the bump of Beth’s clitoral hood, Sloane altered her straight line course, her fingers slipping around her girlfriend’s aroused clit, like a river’s current diverting around a snag in the water.
Beth sighed as Sloane’s fingertips lightly and barely skimmed along her labia, then around and along her hot, swollen flesh, her moisture seeping out to lubricate Sloane’s touch, creamy vaginal fluid coating Sloane’s fingers as she smoothly caressed her sweet lover’s wet and dripping slit.
Beth groaned with passion, her right hand coming up to caress her own breasts through her shirt, her other hand roughly pulling Sloane’s face to hers to kiss her more deeply, their mouths sloppily meeting, hot female saliva running down Beth’s chin. Sloane became more aggressive, her middle finger boldly and rawly thrusting inside Beth’s hot, silky pussy, Beth moaning as Sloane finger fucked her tight hole.
“God…yes” she moaned, her hips rising up to take Sloane deeper inside herself. Soon Sloane combined a second finger inside Beth’s tiny cunt, the feel of Beth’s hot cream on her digits exciting the brunette, as if her lover’s moans were not enough. At that point, with both women losing control over their passion, Sloane’s plan to tease her lover to numerous small orgasms simply fell apart. Neither could hold back their excitement.
Sloane groaned with desire and pulled her hand reluctantly from Beth’s hot pleasure pit, but then immediately using both hands to quickly pull Beth’s shorts off her full hips and towards her feet. While Beth furiously tried to finish the removal of her shorts and help free her imprisoned legs, Sloane threw off the sheet partially covering her own body, revealing her skimpy panties and bare breasts, the wet spot in the gusset of the panties betraying her excitement.
“Oh fuck baby, I’ve got to taste that hot fucking cunt of yours!” Sloane yelped, as she almost literally dove between Beth’s legs, grabbing at Beth’s bedraggled shorts and flinging them backwards behind her when they momentarily caught on Beth’s right foot. But with that cloth barrier finally gone, both girls quickly parted Beth’s legs, exposing her beautifully pink vaginal slit and puffy labia, the slight gleam of wet in her slit only making Sloane’s mouth water even more.
“God yeah,” Sloane moaned as her face descended between Beth’s thighs, her tongue already anxiously licking her lover’s pussy, and her hands rhythmically squeezing Beth’s upper body under her arms, then slipping under her tee shirt to cares and squeeze Beth’s full, round breasts and her large pink nipples.
Beth put her hands firmly on Sloane’s head as her legs simultaneously raised up, her knees almost behind her head, her pink opening rounded and exposing her vaginal tunnel, the better for Sloane to bury her face there. While Sloane pleased herself by forcing her nose and mouth well into Beth’s creamy opening, she pleasured Beth by pulling at one nipple with her left hand, her right hand scraping fingernail along swollen labia.
Beth began whooping like a police siren as waves of continuous orgasms washed over and through her, one mind-destroying pulse of ecstasy followed by another, greater one, until she was wailing non-stop with joy. Meanwhile, Sloane lapped up the tides of creamy slick female lubrication dripping off Beth’s pussy walls, her sweet and salty musky taste the most delicious confection that Sloane could ever hope for.
Beth gulped loudly as the pleasure coursed through her, her thighs betraying the intensity of her orgasms as they shook uncontrollably. Eventually, though, her tremors slowed then stopped, and Sloane allowed her feet to slide down the bed until Beth was horizontal on the mattress once again. Sloane embraced Beth, hugging her for her life – emotional if not physical, and kissing Beth’s ear through her rumpled locks of hair, said, “I love you, Beth. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Sloane,” whispered back Beth, turning her head to face her pleasurable tormenter. “I couldn’t live anymore without you. I couldn’t and wouldn’t…” and then smiling, inviting Sloane’s kiss.
As Sloane snuggled her face into the crook of Beth’s neck and shoulder, she heard Beth whisper, “But you haven’t cum yet.”
“I don’t need to,” Sloane said into the skin of Beth’s throat.
Rallying her strength, Beth said, “You and I both know how it is, now that we’re converted…you need to. Sit on my face, baby, we both need that.”
Sloane indeed had been gallant – in fact, she wanted nothing more than to cum at that moment, and doing it by placing her own pussy against Beth’s mouth was one of the best ways that she knew of to get there. She sat up, then crawled to her knees, pulling her panties down to her knees, and then off completely, her hairless pussy quite wet as she thrilled at the thought of being eaten out by another girl.
“Come on, face the wall,” Beth directed her. Sloane did as she was told, placing her knees on either side of Beth’s head, being careful not to catch Beth’s hair under them, and then pressed her crotch down on Beth’s face, leaving her dripping cunt a few inches above her mouth, to allow her to lick her pussy however she liked.
Beth lifted up her face to Sloane’s reddish labia, taking one of her vulval lips between her own lips, and then lapping at her hot, wet flesh. Her soft strokes with the rough flat of her tongue along Sloane’s labia sent shocks of pleasure through the Pax agent’s pelvis, her pussy, clit and labia feeling as though they were immersed in a most pleasant fire.
Sloane’s hips began rolling back and forth against Beth’s face in reaction to the pulses of pleasure the red haired girl was inducing, and Beth brought her hands to Sloane’s plump ass to pull her down closer to her wriggling tongue. “Ahh…yess,” Sloane hissed, as her first small orgasm coursed through her. “Lick me, lick my cunt you fucking slut.”
Beth couldn’t seem to get enough of the wet slit that her nose was slipping into, and Sloane was content to let her continue eating her out, the waves of ecstasy helping her to forget the pain of the last few days. “God, fuck me with your mouth, bitch,” Sloane grunted.
Beth wasn’t content with just that, working the fingers of her right hand in between Sloane’s ass cheeks, her index finger searching out Sloane’s butt hole, the heat and moisture of her girlfriend’s bottom pointing out the way. She slipped the tip of her finger inside Sloane there, an action which only heated up the brunette’s sexual ardor.
“Fuck! Fuck my ass, baby, fuck me with your big dick inside my asshole, while you eat my cunt! Fuck, creaming now, can’t stop…cumming, cumming…on your face, lick up my cum, fucking cunt bitch!” Both girls marveled at their own perspective of the sweet view of Sloane grinding herself on Beth’s face and finger, the two girls exorcising their personal demons through their joyous lovemaking.
Sloane rode her lover’s face like a bucking bronco until both their rides were finished, then disengaging herself she gently leaned down to kiss Beth, the girl’s face wet with feminine cream, her lips smiling with wet pleasure. Unwilling to remove her lips from Beth’s once they’d made contact, she lay next to her, soon just cheek to cheek as both women slipped off to sleep again.
Chapter 2
Perhaps an hour later, the two woke, still in each other’s arms.
“Gotta go to work,” Sloane mumbled, knowing that this day was Beth’s day off from the hospital where she was employed as a nurse. “Go back to sleep,” she whispered to her female lover, even as Beth’s green eyes were fluttering closed again. Sloane got herself to the bathroom and showered, then dressed and fixed her makeup, already thinking about some of the cute women in her office – these were presumably not undercover FIT agents as Gretchen had been.
She made her way to the office and to her desk, and began working on her active files, mainly accounts of some small cells of FIT agents in the Philadelphia suburbs who had recently been out recruiting. FIT had been doing a lot of conversions through their chain of health centers recently, and Pax Terra was working on ways to “discourage” their recruiting effort.
“Sloane, do you have a minute?” Leticia Porter stopped by Sloane’s desk.
“Certainly,” replied Sloane, trailing behind the Director of their branch office – one of the biggest in all of Pax Terra – North America. By the time she got to Mrs. Porter’s door, the Director was already seated at her desk, a French Art Deco mahogany ladies writing desk from the early 1920s.
“Please, close the door,” Leticia said. Sloane’s eyebrows raised a millimeter at this, but she did as directed.
“Take a seat,” Leticia said. Sloane sat in one of the matching vanity chairs from the same era as the desk. With all of Leticia’s politeness, Sloane was starting to get worried.
“What is it, Leticia?” she asked, not wanting to have her supervisor beat around the bush.
“Sloane…I just got the toxicology report back on the wine and iced tea you brought back from the unfortunate Ms. Klein’s condo the other day.”
“Yes?” responded Sloane. “And…”
“And you were quite correct about the tea. We found the FIT virus in it, in very high numbers.”
“And the wine? That too, right?” Sloane was confused about the reason for the meeting. Normally these reports just went through the system.
“Um, no,” responded Leticia. “None whatsoever.”
“I don’t understand,” responded Sloane slowly. “I flashed on Gretchen adding the virus to the wine and the tea. I was even more certain that the wine was contaminated than the tea.”
“Nonetheless, you know that your ‘special ability’ is not an absolute thing – you can be wrong about events,” Leticia said. “And it appears…”
“I was sometimes wrong when I was in training, and just after I’d been converted,” Sloane said, thinking back to that tumultuous time in her life, at the end of high school, when she’d been converted from straight girl to a lesbian operative for a mysterious organization – it had been a rather startling series of events for her. “But I haven’t made a mistake in years.”
Leticia held up a sheaf of papers. “I understand, and so I asked them to retest the wine,” she said, sympathetically.
“The results were the same. You killed a girl that you didn’t need to. It’s my theory that Gretchen was in love with you, and really did just want to be your friend, then fuck you, and try to co-opt you for their side. We would have certainly taken her in and dealt with her either here or in Seattle, but killing – that was unwarranted. We’re not FIT, and we’re not savages.” Sloane was shocked at the barely concealed anger on Mrs. Porter’s face.
Sloane’s heart fell out of her chest. She had already felt immense anguish at killing Gretchen for what she believed to be good cause – but to kill for essentially no reason was unforgivable in her personal code.
“Oh my god,” Sloane murmured. She was at a loss for further words. Instead, Leticia broke the subsequent silence.
“What I want you to do, Sloane, is to put that unfortunate event out of your head and your heart. Put it behind you, and I have an urgent case that I need you to take care of quickly.”
“Yes ma’am,” replied Sloane dully.
“It seems that one of Philadelphia’s Main Line families, the Randolph Burch family, is having a wedding, joining their fortunes with those of a family from New York – The Lauders of Manhattan to be precise. It’s a case of old money and new money coming together to eventually influence both communities. And when I say ‘communities,’ I mean the global scene. Their daughter Grace will be marrying Matthew Lauder. The resulting family would far outrival the influence of marriages of British and German scions that occurred with regularity a hundred or more years ago.” Leticia paused.
“Your assignment is to convert Grace, before the wedding.” Leticia looked expectant. “Questions?”
“Um, probably, after I’ve wrapped my head around it, ” Sloane replied. “First question is ‘Why?'”
“Because it will give Pax Terra an immense amount of influence and control over a large fortune and over a source of power,” Leticia replied, sitting back and forming a steeple with her joined fingers. Sloane could hear the child’s refrain in her head as she watched the Director.
“No doubt you’ll have more questions, and you can submit them in writing. Now get started, all the information you’ll need will be in your packet.” Sloane rose to leave. For some reason she kept hearing the child’s rhyme over and over:
“Here is the church,
and here is the steeple.
Open the doors
and see all the people.”
“Jesus, I can’t get that out of my head!” Sloane said to herself as she walked to her desk. The rhyme was annoying, like a bad commercial jingle that gets stuck in your head, playing on an endless loop. Beyond that minor unexpected annoyance was a deeper issue.
In brief, the qualms that Sloane felt about turning a conventional ‘straight’ bride into a lesbian.
Converting most women to lesbianism was a task that Sloane took to enthusiastically, as did all members of Pax Terra – and for that matter, FIT. But to do it to a woman on the brink of her wedding to a man, turning her life’s goal on a dime from a lifetime companionship with a male and likely building a family where there had been none, didn’t sit well with her. Sloane wasn’t absolutely certain when the time came, whether she’d be able to go through with converting Grace Burch to sapphic love.
The conflicts inside her were giving Sloane a headache.
Chapter 3
Finally it got so bad that she decided to go for a walk to clear her head. She found that just exiting the building helped immensely, and walked out to the small courtyard that was originally designed for the building’s smokers, but since fewer and fewer people were smoking – or now vaping – it was actually pretty pleasant and peaceful for nonsmokers like Sloane.
“Hey,” Martha Grenoble said, as she looked up from her seat on a wrought iron bench under a maple tree. Martha was a forty year old woman who had come to Pax Terra when she was converted a few years before. Martha was still married – to a man – which amazed Sloane, but she figured it was Martha’s life to do as she chose, more or less.
“Hi, Martha” Sloane said. “How are you?”
“Ohh…pretty well,” Martha replied. “I’ve just been getting really horny lately, I think I might be getting tired of my husband.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sloane said.
“He’s really a nice guy but…you know.”
It was a fact of Pax Terra life, and obviously true at FIT also, that no man could possibly bring a woman the pleasure that another woman could sexually and in most other ways, especially emotionally. Some converted Pax women remained with their husbands, but most eventually left…or their husbands left, when their wives immediately lost interest in sex. Paradoxically though, most resulting divorces due to this were much more amicable than the average divorce among straights.
“Have you found a girlfriend, or have you decided to play the field?” Sloane asked conversationally.
“I don’t think many younger women would be interested in me at my age,” Martha replied. “And I haven’t really met any women my age here who aren’t with someone already.”
“That shouldn’t make any difference,” Sloane replied. “My partner Beth and I don’t have any problem with each other having sex on the side – as long as it’s not with a man.”
“Oh, no chance of that!” Martha laughed, and Sloane smiled. “I wasn’t all that crazy about sex with my husband before I was converted. Still, some relief would be nice…”
“You poor dear,” Sloane said putting her arm around the older woman. “If you’re at all interested…” she said, giving the woman a lingering peck on her cheek.
“Oh my…yes,” Martha replied flustered. “You’re so beautiful, I never imagined you’d ever want to fuck someone like me.” She turned her face to Sloane’s and kissed her hard on the mouth, the younger girl’s mouth opening reflexively to take the woman’s tongue in her mouth.
The two women became involved very quickly, conscious as they were of being on the company clock, and both knowing well how efficiently and quickly a woman can excite, then satisfy, another woman. Sloane began by caressing Martha’s cheek as they kissed, soft and smooth, and was rewarded by feeling the black-haired woman hugging her more tightly, and her breathing quickening.
Sloane dropped her hand down into Martha’s lap, and the older woman responded by moving her thighs apart in her skirt, providing access to her pussy for Sloane’s hand. Sloane caressed her way up Martha’s inner thighs, the skin smooth, warm and increasingly humid as her fingers neared the older woman’s hungry cunt.
“Yes, please,” Martha sighed, as Sloane’s fingertips caressed her fat pussy lips under her panties, moist and slick, her slit open and pouting, anxious to be teased with another girl’s fingers. Sloane began finger fucking Martha, her cunt taking two fingers easily. Martha slouched back on the bench and hiked up her skirt, exposing her pussy, hairy but neatly trimmed as she pulled her pretty panties to the side.
“Oh god, eat me…please!” she moaned, an invitation that Sloane had no intention of turning down. She got down on her knees on the bark mulch walkway in front of the woman, and spread her thighs further apart, Martha’s hot, moist scent making Sloane’s mouth water in lust and desire. She leaned in and kissed the hot, wet cunt, her lips caressing Martha’s labia, her tongue thrusting inside her hot cave, lapping at her feminine cream. Sloane idly wondered why some men avoided eating women’s pussies, as she thought it the most delectable nectar on earth.
“Fuck!” Martha screamed, her orgasm coming quickly. Her thighs shook with her surfeit of pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she nearly passed out from the amazing experience. She quickly began to push Sloane away, as Sloane was only getting started, enchanted by Martha’s hot, wet pussy.
Sloane got the idea and looked up at Martha, her eyes questioning. “I’m sorry dear, I can only take so much happiness,” Martha half-sobbed, half-laughed. “But come up here, let me kiss and lick your sweet face, and then return the favor.” Sloane sat up on the bench again, her mouth glistening with feminine cream, her eyes sparkling.
“My god, you taste wonderful,” she laughed. “I’ll lick your pussy anytime you want!”
“I want to do you now,” Martha replied. “I’ll start with your face.” Like a mother cat cleaning her kitten the only way she knows how, Martha licked the sweet smelling fluid off Sloane’s pretty face, then the two women kissed long and deep, inflaming Sloane’s passions even further.
Martha slid to her knees and separated Sloane’s legs. “You’ll have to help me, your skirt is so much tighter than mine,” she sighed. Sloane hitched up her skirt, and Martha was thrilled to find that Sloane was sans panties. “Oh what an adorable pussy you have!” she exclaimed. “And bare…it makes you look like a little girl there!”
Sloane’s pussy, a thin pink slit with thin labia, crowned by a medium sized clitoris, nonetheless was exquisitely capable of immense levels of arousal, and as with most women, her erogenous zones extended far beyond the obvious. Sloane responded best to caresses of her thighs, shoulders, arms and all around her butt and anus, besides the ‘routine’ labia – pussy – clit combinations, and Beth delighted in mapping every area that could bring Sloane to orgasm. But for purposes of a quick workday fuck, the routine would have to do.
“Lick me there,” she directed Martha, her inner labia quite glistening and wet and urgently anxious for a woman’s touch, the older woman enthusiastically lapping at her wet pussy like a cat at a saucer of milk. Sloane herself caressed her labia and around her clit, quickly building to a peak of pleasure and cumming three times in rapid succession, leaving her legs weak with a pleasant lassitude. Sloane floated down from her mount of pleasure to find Martha kissing her inner thighs, the older woman perceiving the 22 year old’s sensitivity post-orgasm.
“Oh…nice,” Sloane sighed as Martha sat back up on the bench, awkwardly unsure of how to complete their tryst. Sloane took control, as fucking in the break area was very familiar to her, as it was for many of the women in their office. There had even been some thought given to having a break room with lounges to enable easy fucking inside, but management had been afraid that no work would ever get done then, and was probably correct.
Sloane took Martha in her arms and kissed her deeply, inhaling her scent and reveling in her warmth and touch. “If you ever need a friend or lover, you know I’ll be available,” she whispered in Martha’s ear. She looked into Martha’s brown eyes, and seeing her understanding there, smiled.
“You make me happy,” she said. Martha smiled back.
“Oh, me too,” she said. “Thank you for everything, thank you so much.” The two women returned to the office without remark by any of the other women, though by smell, appearance and their own experience it was obvious to them all what Martha and Sloane had been up to. Random couplings were encouraged between and among the thirty or so women of the office, to build morale, team spirit and to work off the excess tension that was ever-present in a Pax Terra woman. Affairs on the other hand were strongly discouraged, to avoid jealousies or plotting. The system worked well, and Sloane had fucked at least half the women there, a typical batting average considering turnover as agents and analysts transferred in and out.
“And what are you looking at?” Sloane said to Michael Carter, a male agent, as she returned to her desk.
“Me?” Michael said, looking innocent. “Nothing out of the ordinary,” he responded, grinning. Although they were always a minority in numbers, each office had at least one male analyst and agent. They were both highly valued and respected in the Pax Terra organization, though very difficult to come by for various reasons.
“So, how’s your love life?” Sloane asked him, grinning.
“Pretty good, but not quite as active as yours…or any other woman here, for that matter,” he said. “I’m dating a boy named Jonathan, a freshman at Villanova. He is the sweetest thing.” Sloane could detect only a slight southern drawl in the analyst originally from North Carolina, who’d been forced to flee to New Jersey after the “Rocky Mount Raids,” in which FIT operatives murdered the agents in a small Pax Terra outpost in the western part of North Carolina.
The post had been abandoned and the remaining female agent and Michael moved out. It had been a dark time in the hidden global war for humankind.
“I hope you and your boyfriend are very happy,” Sloane said sincerely. “You deserve every happiness.” Michael blushed.
“Thank you,” he replied quietly. “And have you decided about that FIT agent we’ve been following? Erin Rider…”
Sloane’s expression was noncommittal, but her reply was not.
“When you get an opportunity, beat her up. Don’t kill her, but leave her with some bruises that won’t go away for a while. She’s a major pain in the ass, but I think she may go away as an issue if we send her a clear message not to fuck with Pax.” Sloane was not smiling, and she certainly wasn’t kidding.
“I don’t mean to pry, but isn’t there some kind of back story between you two?” Michael asked.
“Yeah,” Sloane replied. “She’s my sister.”
Michael stopped, frozen at Sloane’s off hand comment. He couldn’t know the turmoil inside Sloane under her calm exterior.
“Is there anything else?” Sloane asked calmly.
“Umm…oh, and I’ve got the information from Leticia…” He handed Sloane a thin packet.
Sloane opened it. “Where’s the background info?” she asked. “This is just her schedule up to the wedding date…” Michael looked embarrassed.
“I kinda asked her the same thing. She said that’s all we have.”
Sloane frowned. “I guess I’m going to have to work with just this, then.”
Chapter 4
For the rest of the day Sloane studied the woman’s schedule, and made a few calls to get further information, then left for home. When she arrived, Beth greeted her warmly, wearing a flimsy nightie.
“Hi baby,” Beth said. “I missed you, and I had the best experience I couldn’t wait to tell you about.”
“Oh?” Sloane said, a slight smile on her face. “Well, let me get us some wine and you can tell me all about it, okay?”
Beth said, “Already taken care of.” Sloane found two glasses of wine at the table in front of the sofa and momentarily thought back on the dinner with Gretchen, and how she thought the woman was going to poison her. She shook off the thought – apparently she’d been wrong, and she’d have to work on forgiving herself for acting so rashly in killing the woman.
“Okay honey, tell me your news,” Sloane said as Beth settled into her arms and they sipped their wine, a nice Riesling. “Mm, good,” Sloane said and kissed Beth.
“You’re supposed to say that after you kiss me,” Beth teased.
“Oops,” Sloane said. “So…”
“Okay,” Beth said…
Chapter 5
“You remember that Packaged Delivery driver that I told you about, right?” Beth said eagerly.
“The one you’ve been flirting with? Blonde, about 5′ 10″ and 170 pounds, muscles?” Sloane said.
“Yeah. She delivered some cookware that I ordered today, and I was flirting with her…like usual, when she said, ‘You don’t know it but if you were ever serious about what you’re hinting at, I would do you so hard and fast you wouldn’t stop cumming until I was home and fucking my own girlfriend after dinner and drinks.'”
“I giggled – what an outrageous guy kind of thing to say. Then I thought I’d call her bluff and I said, ‘Try me.'”
Beth smiled and paused before continuing, obviously wanting Sloane to tell her to ‘go on.’
“Go on,” Sloane said, smiling herself and snuggling closer to Beth, and slipping her hand between Beth’s thighs, her hand resting on the thin fabric of her sheer panties over her pussy. She pressed lightly, and Beth jerked slightly from the welcome contact. ‘Ohh,’ she moaned.
“So she grabbed me – it wasn’t hard to do, that bitch is built and works out – and kissed me. God she was tongue fucking me like my first boyfriend – showing no regard whatsoever for my feelings or wishes – and I loved it. I imagined that her tongue was a female dick, which it pretty much is anyway, and I was sucking her dick, which made my horniness spill over into ‘please fuck-me-ness,’ and she got the message.”
Sloane could feel wetness forming in her own slit, the thought of a strong, butch woman fucking her lover was a major turn on, and she was only sorry that she hadn’t been around to watch it and play too. She caressed the small bulge in Beth’s panties, her nails scraping up and down the redhead’s labia, making Beth groan with pleasure.
“Fuck, Sloane, I’m telling my story…ahh, god, yess…” She took a breath as she slipped her own hand between Sloane’s legs, her fingers moving up the brunette’s thighs under her skirt.
“So, she actually picked me up and carried me into our bedroom – yeah, she was going to fuck me on our bed – and laid me down. I couldn’t stop her, and wouldn’t have anyway.” Sloane squirmed with pleasure at the thought of Beth cumming with another woman in their bed, and she hoped that Beth had the consideration not to change the bed, so that she could smell their lovemaking in the sheets.
“God, baby,” Sloane gasped. “I hope this gets as dirty as fuck, because you’re making me very hot.” Beth giggled.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “So then she stripped down while I lay there, and she’s really got some muscles on her. Her boobs were kind of big, which I can take or leave, and her ass was really round, but hard as a rock. I don’t know how I feel about that. But she had a cute blonde muff at her pussy, and her labia and clit were quite large. She fingered herself to show me how wet she was, then made me lick her fingers – she tasted and smelled wonderful – not as good as you, but nice.”
“I was wearing shorts and a blouse, and she gently unbuttoned my shorts and slipped them down my hips, pulling my panties along with them, and knelt between my legs and began kissing and licking my cunt.”
“This cunt?” Sloane teased, her finger under the hem of Beth’s panties an inch away from her labia. Beth squirmed happily.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” she said as her own hand was exploring Sloane’s increasingly wet pussy. The two women were now actively stroking each other’s tight slits with the practiced experience of lovers who knew the other very, very well and knew what the other desired most. As a result they were both quickly ready to cum, their first of the evening together.
“Her mouth was all over my pussy – she eats out like she kisses, aggressively as fuck, definitely old school butch dyke doing me. I was cumming like mad, and couldn’t wait until she let me eat her – or really, force me to eat her, cuz we were playing a little rape game with me protesting all the way and her dominating me – so fucking hot with a stranger, y’know?” Sloane nodded.
Beth and Sloane were becoming increasingly wrapped up in Beth’s story, Beth through the retelling of her afternoon’s ecstasy, and Sloane through the pleasure she got from hearing of her lover as a total lesbian slut. Their orgasms were small but numerous, their pussies soaking with wetness from their pleasures, but they both wanted to make it to the end of Beth’s account.
“Baby, she doesn’t lick pussy as well as you and she wouldn’t get me as excited as you do, because she wasn’t you, but I was cumming like mad, I even squirted twice – it was heavenly, I think the bed is still wet. Finally, though I got her to bring her pussy over my face. I could smell her scent, it was a mixture of sweat and heated pussy, strong and rich, I couldn’t wait to bury my nose and tongue in her swampy cunt. When I did, she started cumming, her thighs almost crushed my head – my ears are still sore – and dripping that thick, creamy cum into my mouth and all over my face. I made sure not to wash my face so you could smell and taste it.” Beth grinned as Sloane licked her lips.
“After we’d both cum a couple of times, maybe a couple of dozen, I lost count – she asked me if we had a strap-on. Of course I told her yes, I knew she’d be a harder fuck than anyone else ever, even you, when she put it on she surprised me.”
“She told me to get on my hands and knees and she pulled my panties down to my knees, then squatted down between my butt cheeks and started eating my ass. God, that tongue of hers was amazing as she first started by kissing my ass, then working her way in towards my butthole until her mouth was on it, then her tongue started sliding right up my hole, fucking my ass with that luscious cock tongue of hers. She was slobbering all over my hole, and I realized she was lubricating my asshole, which meant she was going to fuck me there.”
“You know how tight I am back there, and how big that strap-on is – we’ve never used it in each other’s ass. I started whining and she told me to shut up, she was going to fuck my hot lesbian ass until I came a couple dozen times. She notched the fat latex head into my hole, then started pushing, holding onto my ass with her left hand while her right hand went between my legs to my pussy, stroking me there, getting me super excited while I was worrying about that big fat girl cock about to split me in two.”
“My hips were rotating around from her scratching my labia and clit, while she started pushing into me. Hard at first, and that hurt because that big cock head had to get past my anus – fuck, I was seeing stars! But the pleasure of having her fingers on my pussy helped me forget about that and I started cumming, a long swelling wave of just cumming, and pleasure and dreaming.”
“After a while I realized she’d been fucking my ass for a good fifteen minutes, and my mouth was on the mattress chewing on the sheets while she rammed me home again and again, both of us cumming and cumming over and over. Finally though, she slowed, and slowly pulled that cock out of me, and I felt like I’d been hollowed out or something. I slumped down on the bed, and I thought we were through. I knew I didn’t have any energy left.”
“To my surprise, she rolled me over and got in a 69 on top of me, and growled, ‘Suck my cock, bitch.’ I looked up at that thing – and you know it had been deep inside my ass – so you know what it looked like and smelled like. I wasn’t going to do any such thing…until she started eating out my pussy again, and I found myself willing to do anything then.”
“I tentatively sniffed at the cock waving in my face, and it smelled like ass – my ass – but Sloane, I didn’t care. I started licking it and sucking it and I cleaned her cock off with my tongue and lips, my ass dirt on my mouth and just the thought of that whole thing made me cum like I never had before, not even with you. Can you forgive me, baby?”
Sloane held Beth, then kissed her nose, then her lips and said, “I think so baby, but only if you let me eat out your ass and get to taste your ass dirt too…deal?” The delighted look on Beth’s face told Sloane that dinner from their kitchen might be late, but dinner in the bedroom was on in the very near future.
The two young women made love in numerous filthy, dirty and most of all deliriously exciting ways in their bedroom, then belatedly recessed for dinner – a delivery pizza. Unfortunately the delivery person was a man, or they might have continued on through the night with another playmate. As it was, they slept a solid eight hours in each other’s arms.
Chapter 6
The next day Sloane worked on the bride issue. The fact that she had so little information was confounding, but not unexpected. Often Pax agents had to make life changing decisions based on very little prior input, and were chosen for their ability to make logical choices based on information at hand. In addition, Sloane had the advantage of her light psychic ability – which nobody was absolutely certain was ‘psychic’ at all, but perhaps only a heightened ability to subconsciously pick out scraps of obscure information to reach a conclusion about someone’s projected actions.
It seemed like the best route to the bride was one of three ways: through the bride’s mother, her maid of honor or with the help of a vendor at the wedding/reception. Neither the mother nor maid of honor were converted, so they would likely not be a help without using some outside factor like bribery or blackmail. With limited time available, that made the third option the most likely, especially since the cake baker happened to be a convert to Pax, and would help Sloane if approached correctly.
****
“Hi, I’m looking for a really, really good cake for my engagement party, ” Sloane giggled. She was ‘undercover’ at Adams Bakery, owned by an elderly couple, and managed by their daughter Miranda, a cute and plump blonde. It hadn’t taken Sloane long to reach the bakery located on Germantown Avenue in Chestnut Hill. She enjoyed the chance to drive her vintage 2005 ‘Windveil Blue’ Ford Mustang from her office in Willingboro, New Jersey, crossing the Delaware River over the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge.
“Well, we do tons of wedding, anniversary and all kinds of party cakes, I think that we can do a very good job for you. Do you have an idea of what you’re looking for?” The girl at the counter, evidently Miranda, looked distracted by Sloane’s outfit, a low cut scoop neck blouse, and tight fitting faded and worn jeans.
Sloane giggled again. “I dunno,” she said, “what do you think about one of those sexy cakes, you know, like with a woman’s naked body – her boobs, nice and plump and her nipples all hard and pointy, and all the way down to her hot little pussy, maybe with a nice pink slit of icing for her cunt and some chocolate shavings or something for her pubes? I want it to look just like my body when I’m hot and ready for my boyfriend’s tongue – I adore being eaten – a long, wet tongue tickling all around my lips and clit, then fucking my tight hole?”
If Sloane had the wrong woman, this approach was really going to bomb, but she didn’t have time for subtleties.
“Umm, we don’t do erotic cakes here,” the girl responded. Sloane was crestfallen. This was going to require another tactic. Then the girl continued.
“I’ve suggested it to my parents – you know, get hip to another demographic – but they’re really old school. I could help you on my own, but it would have to be out of the kitchen at my own home. Would you be interested in that?” The girl looked hopeful.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Sloane said.
“Hi, I’m Miranda,” the girl said, offering her hand.
“Oh, can we hug?” Sloane said. “I’m a hugger. And call me Sloane.”
“Sure,” the girl smiled. The two women hugged, pressing their bodies together, and Sloane made sure that they stayed together longer – much longer – than your average first hug. Then when they separated, barely, Sloane made sure to look into Miranda’s eyes, her own eyes softening, and was pleased to see the same happen in Miranda’s eyes.
Then Sloane impulsively gave the girl a peck on the lips. Hearing no immediate objection, she kissed her a second time, her lips lingering against the blonde’s. Miranda looked dazed, torn between her new lesbian reflexes – she’d been converted less than a month before – and her understanding that what had just transpired wasn’t the usual ‘bride to be looking for wedding cake baker’ scenario.
“Could I maybe come over to your house when you get off, and show you what I look like under my clothes so you’ll know how to make the cake?” Sloane asked in the most innocent way she could muster, though she herself wanted to fuck this blonde on top of the biggest cake in the shop. She could only imagine how her target must feel. Coincidentally, both women had mental images of the other girl covered in sweet cream frosting that would require intensive licking off. Miranda gave Sloane her address and the time that she’d be available.
Chapter 7
Later that day, Sloane arrived at the girl’s apartment. At her knock, the door opened and Miranda gave Sloane the widest smile Sloane had ever seen.
“I couldn’t wait to get off,” the girl said innocently, then added, “oops,” when she realized how it would be taken.
Sloane smiled. “I’m happy to be here, Miranda. Would you like me to get naked first so that you can see what you need to make the cake look like?”
“Umm, okay,” replied Miranda, her pulse racing and breath quickening. Just because she had been converted into a lesbian didn’t mean she had any more of an idea of how to seduce another woman – and not realizing that she was being actively seduced by Sloane.
“I’m not comfortable taking off my clothes anywhere but a bedroom,” Sloane said. “Can I use yours?” Miranda nodded blankly, her pussy itchy and hot in the face of such temptation.
“Umm, I’ll wait out here,” Miranda said, praying that there would be some reason that she should be in the bedroom instead.
“No, I don’t want you to worry that I might steal something – after all, we hardly know each other,” Sloane said.
“Oh, I trust-” Miranda began, before realizing that this was the reason she had just prayed for. God often works fast, but Miranda had no idea that Sloane was working faster.
The two women entered the bedroom, and Sloane said, “Now you just sit there and I’ll undress for you.” Miranda plopped herself down, her crotch already squishy and wet. Sloane began sensuously removing her button front blouse, button by button, slowly, her bra and smooth, unblemished skin being revealed square inch by square inch, Sloane’s fingers like an eraser disappearing clothing from the girl’s sight, leaving bare skin behind.
With the blouse unbuttoned, Sloane presented her left wrist to the enchanted girl, to unbutton, then the right, and turned her back to Miranda. “Take it off me,” she whispered huskily. The girl rose to take the shirt by the collar and shoulder, gently slipping the blouse off Sloane’s shoulder and down her arm, then the other arm, standing behind Sloane and holding the blouse down by her waist.
Sloane artfully backed into her, feeling the girl’s cloth-covered breasts warmly pressing into her shoulder blade, wriggling back into her breast.
“Undo my bra, please,” Sloane moaned, as the girl fumbled at the clasps of the lace bra.
“Ahh,” sighed Sloane as the bra fell away, exposing her cute, small breasts. Reaching down she brought the girl’s hands up around her to cup her breasts. “Massage them, please,” she begged the girl, with Miranda only too happy to comply. Her soft, warm hands encircled Sloane’s sensitive breasts, instinctively kneading her tender flesh like a ball of dough, Sloane’s head falling back, exposing her throat to Miranda’s warm lips.
The girl found herself automatically reacting to Sloane’s artful provocations, caressing Sloane, then lightly pinching the brunette’s stiff nipples, as her tongue laved Sloane’s smooth flesh under her jaw, feeling her heart beat there. Miranda’s excitement grew, her pussy and clit pulsing with the special pleasure that all converted women felt with each other.
“Hurt me,” Sloane moaned, caught up in her own special pleasures, her own pussy wetting and heating as she anticipated the girl’s attention there. Miranda tweaked Sloane’s brown nipples hard, and Sloane yelped, momentarily frightening Miranda.
“Ohh, did I hurt you?” the girl asked sincerely.
“Yes, bitch, you did,” Sloane growled, whirling around, surprising the plump, well endowed blonde.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Miranda moaned, an amateur at lesbian love play, though very enthusiastic about the pleasures. She looked uncertain.
Sloane quickly took her in hand, grabbing the girl’s jeans by the waistband and expertly rolling her over her lap as she sat next to the confused baker. “You’re being a bad, bad girl,” Sloane said in a slow, deliberate fashion.
Miranda’s level of fear and confusion grew, a necessary step and catalyst to raise her level of passion to a cooperative level. Sloane burrowed her hand in her lap to unbuckle the girl’s jeans, then worked them off her generous hips as the girl lay supine across Sloane’s thighs, stunned yet excited.
Sloane delighted in the view of Miranda’s plump, pink ass, her butt cheeks wriggling with suppressed excitement, a small but growing circle of wetness where her pussy contacted the white cotton.
“You know I must punish you for hurting me,” Sloane whispered, delighting the girl while at the same time mixing her delight with trepidation at Sloane’s unknown intentions. The girl desired nothing more than to be punished by another woman in some manner that would both degrade her and bring her to the heights of pleasure. Certainly being under Sloane’s firm control while her ass was exposed to the cute girl’s view was a delight that she might never have anticipated before her conversion, but she had always harbored a fantasy of being sexually used by someone more powerful than she. Her conversion had focused that fantasy on other women.
Miranda moaned as her first orgasm rolled through her, a pulsing wave of pleasure that lifted her into a realm of pleasure that she had never experienced before her conversion by Pax Terra. “Oh god…god yess,” she moaned, as Sloane smiled.
For Sloane, the seduction of the daughter of the bakery owners was more than just a job, part of her necessary conversion of a bride to be. It was of course, pleasure in its own right, as she danced the Sapphic dance of woman on woman ecstasy, but on an intellectual level it was the solving of a puzzle – the puzzle of achieving her assignment, the pleasure that any dedicated worker feels with a job well done.
She would achieve her ends here, to further the chances of success with the bride-to-be later. Still nagging at her were the moral objections to taking a bride’s happiness at her wedding day – how could the girl take joy from her wedding to a man, when she had been converted to a dedicated lesbian?
Sloane faltered, her morality once again intruding on her ability to be the best at her profession, when she was shaken out of her momentary pause by the impatient wriggling of Miranda’s hips on her lap.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Miranda began insincerely – she wasn’t sorry at all, she was delighted that Sloane was going to punish her naughty bottom, one of her most sensitive erogenous zones – as she continue wriggling her moist and hot bottom, drawing even more attention to it.
“Shut. Up!” Sloane exclaimed, giving Miranda’s attractive, full ass a sharp swat, silencing the girl with the shock of pain at the surface of her skin under her cotton panties, which slowly translated to pleasure as it radiated towards her clit.
“Ohh,” Miranda moaned, her ass rotating slowly, the instinctive action of a woman approaching orgasm. Sloane smiled as she eased into the role of lesbian lover from her role as Pax Terra agent. The rest of the way could proceed without conscious thought of goals, and she could revel in being a passionate lesbian, enjoying all the pleasures that another woman’s body could bring to her.
“Bad girl,” Sloane said, peeling back Miranda’s panties from her tushy, seeing the bright red mark where her hand had contacted the girl’s ass. “You’ve been very bad,” she added, as Miranda moaned under her, but made no effort to escape. Sloane slid her hand between Miranda’s thighs, pressing into her soggy cunt, the girl’s excitement causing her sweet, hot feminine cream to literally drip onto Sloane’s lap.
She slid a finger each over Miranda’s fat labia, tracing from her bush to her perineum, the girl sighing as the pleasure of Sloane’s touch filled her brain. “Oh god…” she muttered.
Sloane then smacked her ass hard three times in rapid succession SMACK.. SMACK… SMACK!. Miranda’s butt cheeks wiggling jelly-like at the sexy attack, broad white patches on her butt flushing to bright red as blood returned quickly to the heated parts of her ass where Sloane’s hand had impacted, the red patches closely resembling Sloane’s hand. “Oh god oh god oh god I’m cumming,” Miranda moaned, her thighs shaking and trembling wildly as random electrical forces fired in her nervous system, her brain far too busy receiving pleasure signals from her clitoris to care what her legs might be doing.
Sloane allowed the girl a few minutes to recover, then insinuated her hand once again between the girl’s thighs, the area now literally sopping with feminine cream, her female perfume hot and moist in Sloane’s nostrils. Instead of caressing Miranda’s labia, though, Sloane instead joined three fingers together and slowly, but forcefully invaded Miranda’s hot, silky wet interior, fucking the girl’s pussy almost brutally, a near fisting that turned into an actual fisting when, after slowly fucking her for a few minutes Sloane balled her fingers into a fist and pushed it inside of Miranda’s yielding canal, the girl moaning as Sloane filled her like nothing that she’d ever felt before.
“Unnh, unnh, unnh…” Miranda had lost all capacity for meaningful speech as her body built up a bank of impeding orgasms that she was simply not prepared for by any previous fucking. She concentrated desperately at holding herself together, and hopefully not shitting herself from complete loss of bodily control – a fight that she was losing as completely as a novice surfer facing a tsunami wave. All that she could do was to give herself over to the being of pleasure that she would become for the minute, or hour or lifetime that her impending orgasm was implacably approaching.
Once she surrendered to a zen-like state of being one with her climax, Miranda was forever changed, her orgasm filling her but not breaking her, floating her to a heaven and not drowning her – in short, she discovered the keys to her sexual happiness in the hands of this 22 year old stranger, and she would neither ever stray from a complete attraction to other females, nor would she ever be disloyal or unfaithful to the organization known as Pax Terra, in the person of Sloane Gamble.
Sloane’s goals had been met with this woman, but that was no reason why the two of them couldn’t have more fun, was it? Sloane whispered to the plump blonde to get onto the bed, and when the two had finished disrobing each other, they consumed each other’s hot, aroused body in a leisurely way, tongues teasing wet flesh, lips caressing holes, fingers probing openings, lips of several sorts on other lips, orgasms suffusing both beauties until at last neither could speak…and they slept in each other’s arms. Warm feminine flesh on flesh, breathing and heartbeat pulses shared, peaceful dreaming that neither woman had enjoyed for some time, but which now covered them both like a gentle blanket.
They slept for hours, and then woke about 3 in the morning, Miranda shy with her new lover, Sloane eager to finish her mission and get back to Beth. Between kisses and offers to make breakfast from Miranda, Sloane explained what she needed from Miranda, confident that she did not need to disguise her affiliations or her goals in their new relationship – an effect of the virus, which led a newly minted Pax Terra (or FIT, for that matter) lesbian to imprint on the person from the organization that had converted her in the first place.
And so Miranda’s conversion to lesbianism was used by Sloane to further her ends on behalf of the organization. Sloane reflected that the process was not exactly ethical, but a necessary strategy and tactic to be used during a time of war. And Pax Terra was at war with FIT.
Chapter 8
“It’s really important that the music start when the flower girl AND the ring bearer make their first walk around through the church,” the silver haired, attractive woman said to the prissy looking man wearing a perfectly tailored Savile Row charcoal gray suit. They were accompanied by a somewhat plain looking twenty-something mousy looking girl holding a clipboard and a beautiful blonde in a white tennis top and skirt.
“Mom, I know that this is your moment to shine, but really, simpler is better, don’t you think?” The blonde looked as though she was a witness to an auto wreck.
“I’ll handle this, dear, you just continue to look beautiful, and you and Matthew will get through this in perfect order.”
The blonde rolled her eyes. “Okay. Look, I’ve got a tennis date with Brenda, then Matt and I are going to dinner. And you know mom, it’s not too late for us to just elope – it could save you and dad a lot of money…”
“Money is hardly an issue here, Grace,” the woman said haughtily. “This is a wedding of global importance, or do you not read the papers and watch Bloomberg?”
“Whatever, mom,” the blonde replied. “Call me if you need me for anything.”
“There is one thing,” the middle aged woman replied. “The baker is going to have to make a few last minute changes to the cake. Can you stop by and taste to see that it’s alright? That’s a good girl.”
“O-kay,” the girl enunciated under her breath, trying not to roll her eyes. In her mother’s eyes, she’d always be a dumb little girl, in spite of her undergrad degree from Penn and her MBA from Wharton. Shaking her head slightly, she walked out of the church and returned to the convertible where her friend Brenda waited, wearing a matching tennis outfit.
“Hey, we’ve got to take a side trip before going to the club, okay? Got to go check with the cake baker – very important business!”
Brenda laughed. “Did your mother run out of flunkies to handle this glitch?” She absent-mindedly toyed with her pixie cut black hair.
“She’s been fussing like mad over everything, and especially over the damn cake,” Grace fumed. “I’d like to stick her face in it.”
“That reminds me – are you and Matt going to do that ‘threaten to smash cake in each other’s face’ thing? I think that’s a good real life IQ test.”
“No way. Matt’s a good guy – normal, likes guy stuff just enough and isn’t clingy, he’s got no problem with me having time to myself. We both think that you don’t give up your own life when you get married. He’s the right guy for me.”
Brenda looked at Grace. “You’re sure?”
Grace looked back at her as she drove. “Yeah, I am. Now navigate me over to Adams Bakery. It’s in Chestnut Hill.”
Chapter 9
“Hi, you must be Grace Burch,” the plump blonde said. “I’m Miranda. I recognize you from your picture in the papers. I’d shake your hand, but you can see…” She held up her flour covered hands.
“No problem,” the cute blonde in tennis skirt and top laughed. “This is my friend Brenda. We’ve been delegated by my mother, the illustrious Dora Burch, to make certain that the cake recipe is absolutely perfect…”
“Yes – and I really, really appreciate you coming here, I know you have a very busy schedule – we had to make a few minor changes because of supply issues, the war in Zantania is making it difficult to get certain spices…”
“Yeah, sure,” Grace said, thinking to herself that ‘Zantania’ sounded like bullshit, but whatever. The plump baker seemed nice enough and the faster they checked this item off her mother’s list the better for everybody.
“Okay, my assistant has everything ready for your tasting, Sloane, would you bring it in?”
A cute young brunette rolled in a cart with several slices of iced cake on plates and a small tumbler of water with lemon slices in it, and several glasses.
“Here you go, ma’am,” the brunette said. She stood by as Miranda explained that Grace would need to cleanse her palate with water before trying the cake, to taste it perfectly. When Grace gestured for her friend Brenda to also take a glass, Miranda started, then looked at her assistant.
The assistant quickly said, “There’s plenty enough water, ma’am,” and Miranda relaxed. Grace and Miranda took several swallows of water and swished it around in their mouths, then looked expectantly at Miranda.
“We’re ready,” said Brenda, giggling a little. Grace looked at her, and dug her elbow into Brenda’s side slightly.
“Behave!” she hissed, then both girls giggled. The two swayed a little drunkenly, as Sloane presented them with small slices of the white cake and frosting.
“We used a bit more cinnamon, lemon peel and a touch of anise,” Miranda said.
Grace did a spit take, spraying small bits of white cake over the floor, and looked into Brenda’s eyes. “Anus? ANUS?” she giggled. “You TOUCHED SOME ANUS?” Brenda collapsed laughing, the two completely out of control, while Betty and Miranda looked at each other perplexedly.
“Is everything alright?” ventured Miranda timidly. The two young girls stood red-faced, wiping tears of laughter from their cheeks.
“Yes…the cake tastes great, but for the love of god, please don’t put any anus in it…my mother will have a fit!” The two girls collapsed again, and Sloane suggested that she could be of assistance.
“Could I drive you back to the church, or wherever you wanted to go? I think you might have a little reaction to some gluten, it could make it unsafe for you to drive…”
“Could you, dear?” Grace said. “Although I’m sure we’ll be fine in a few minutes, we shouldn’t take any chances, I suppose.”
Sloane smiled, and said, “it would be my pleasure.” She caught the car keys that Grace threw her and began walking out. She paused at the door to look back – the two girls had their eyes fixed on Sloane’s ass, and were whispering to each other.
“Coming?” she said.
“Oh my god,” exclaimed Brenda. “I think I am.” The two quickly caught up with Sloane and the three girls walked on, arm in arm. Sloane had given the two the maximum safe dose of the Pax Terra virus, as the stronger the concentration, the quicker it worked, and the stronger the ties the converted would have. It had the side effect of making them a little tipsy, too.
“I guess we’ll all have to sit in front – you don’t have any rear,” Sloane said, grinning. There was no reason not to take every opportunity to get these two focused on sex until she could get them alone with her.
“You’re a hot little piece, aren’t you, Sloane?” said Grace, slurring her words as though drunk or high – which she was, to a certain degree.
“I just had to volunteer to take you girls home,” Sloane said. “When I saw how sexy and hot you are in those tennis outfits, I just had to get to know you.”
“That’s nice, but Grace is getting married soon,” Brenda slurred. Sloane leaned over and kissed Grace’s cheek as she sat between the other women, while her left hand caressed one of Brenda’s breasts.
“Well, what her husband never finds out isn’t going to hurt her, is it?” Sloane said. “Why don’t you two make each other more comfortable, while I drive us to my place.”
Chapter 10
Just as Sloane had hoped, the ball had started rolling by the time she got to the Pax Terra safe house, usually used for exactly the purpose she had in mind – reinforcement of a convert’s new interest in other women. The two cute girls were giggling, kissing and caressing when Sloane pulled the car into the attached garage.
“You two are so sweet together,” Sloane said. “Let’s go relax in the house.” After being dosed with the Pax virus, the two girls were susceptible to her suggestions, as well as being highly receptive to an eroticized situation with other females, and went with her willingly. Sloane noticed that Grace had her hand on Brenda’s pert ass under her brief skirt.
When they entered the living room, Sloane said, “Grace, why don’t you make Brenda more comfortable. That skirt and blouse must be so hot.” This in spite of the skirt barely covering Brenda’s ass, and her blouse being a sleeveless pullover.
But the two girls eagerly complied, falling into a warm embrace with Brenda’s arms around Grace’s neck and Grace’s arms comfortably around Brenda’s lower back, hands resting on her butt, kissing familiarly.
Grace moved her hands up to Brenda’s hips, pulling her blouse out of the waistband of Brenda’s skirt. Brenda cooperated by raising her arms up, and the blouse slipped up easily, leaving Brenda in her white sports bra, her hard nipples making small bumps in the fabric. Grace smiled and leaned down, kissing her nipples through the soft cups. Brenda moaned, her hips shivering, and caressed the back of Grace’s head, stroking her long blonde hair, still in its ponytail.
Sloane knew that the two women had budgeted several hours for tennis, so the three of them could take as much time as they liked for the mutual seductions. Grace nuzzled and mouthed Brenda’s sweet, small breasts, the fabric of the bra wetting from her saliva.
“God, Grace,” Brenda moaned. “That feels so good…” Grace looked up at Brenda, their eyes connecting and both women shivered as they hugged again, Grace’s face now nestled in the crook of Brenda’s jaw, and moving up to her ear and along her hairline, nuzzling and licking her as Brenda moaned with pleasure.
“You taste so good,” Grace whispered, her voice muffled by Brenda’s hair. “I want to taste the rest of you, too.” She sunk to her knees in front of the black haired girl, her nose against her skirt, then lifting it to look at the gusset of Brenda’s panties.
“God, so beautiful,” she moaned. Sloane could see the dark line of moisture bisecting her panties, as Grace leaned forward pressing her nose against the wet fabric, then her tongue. “Mmm,” the blonde sighed, her ponytail bobbing up and down as she worked her tongue over it.
Sloane slipped her hand down inside her baker’s white pants, stroking over her pink clit, then deep inside her wet slit, enjoying the heat of her own body and excitement. Then she withdrew her wet fingers, stroking along her plump, warm labia, loving the feel of friction over her sensitive nerve endings there. It was difficult to stay focused on the two randy women in front of her while she masturbated, but the sight of two beautiful young women making love was too wondrous to miss.
Grace placed her hands under Brenda’s skirt, on the waistband of her thick, white panties and pulled them down to her mid thigh, revealing Brenda’s completely bare pussy, her labia and clit large and reddish, glistening with her inner generated moisture.
“Lick it,” Brenda whispered. “Eat my pussy…oh god, now!” Her hips shuddered, a clear sign to Sloane that the brunette had just cum – was still cumming, as a matter of fact. Grace had wasted no time pressing her nose deep into Brenda’s wet slit, then withdrew to take her labia between her teeth as her tongue lapped at both labia and slit.
Sloane noticed that Grace had her right hand between her legs, under her own skirt, caressing her vulva as she lapped at her girlfriend’s sopping wet pussy, and her left hand around Brenda’s hip, her fingers deep inside the girl’s cute ass cleft, simultaneously exploring Brenda’s dark butt hole with a finger while pulling her hips closer to her face.
Brenda was moaning wildly, her panties slowly working their way down her legs as her legs moved spasmodically, freeing her thighs to separate farther apart, giving Grace greater access to her abundant, fragrant and moist charms.
Sloane continued playing with herself, cumming to several hot orgasms, then decided to involve herself with the two writhing women, intensely curious about their taste and smell. She walked up to Brenda and kissed her softly on the lips. Brenda’s eyes fluttered open, her eyes wild, and reacted, kissing Sloane back fervently, gasping into Sloane’s mouth. their tongues excitedly dancing together.
Sloane felt Grace’s hand moving up her leg and fumbling at the snap at her waist. She reached down to help Grace undo her pants, the loose white fabric dropping off the cute brunette Pax agent’s hips almost immediately. Grace moaned when she saw that Sloane – who had every reason to foresee this outcome to events – wasn’t wearing any panties, her pussy so adorably cute and wet for her feasting pleasure.
Grace placed her hand over Sloane’s pussy, relishing her heat there, her fingers caressing and massaging Sloane’s smooth skin and tight, narrow slit – which nonetheless betrayed itself with a warm droplet of her feminine cream at the bottom of the opening. Grace deliberately caressed along Sloane’s labia with her nails, and teasing along her entrance, picking up a thin coating of her lube to ease her caresses and avoid irritation. It was a practiced move – this was apparently not the first pussy Grace had ever touched in a sexual way.
Sloane spoke. “I have a big, comfortable bed that we can play in…let’s.” The other two smiled in assent, as Brenda helped Grace to her feet, kissing her warmly and already removing Grace’s top, skirt and panties as they moved to the bedroom. The trail of clothes there was amusing to all three of the heated women. By the time they reached the bed, Brenda’s bra and Sloane’s white baker’s work shirt were gone, leaving all three delightfully naked and soon in each other’s arms.
Brenda and Sloane began with Grace, with Sloane licking her way up Grace’s naked body, licking and sucking on her toes, then the soles of her feet until she giggled, as Brenda set her plump ass cheeks on Grace’s face, Grace’s nose just above her ass hole, her tongue avidly licking the girl’s hot, sweaty dirt hole, squealing as she felt Grace tongue fuck her dark hole.
As Grace licked her BFF’s ass, Brenda leaned down and sucked on Grace’s breasts, her pink nipples hard under Brenda’s tongue. Sloane worked her way up Grace’s legs, licking the insides of the girl’s muscular and toned thighs until she reached her wet and steamy snatch, with just a tiny strip of hair above it, covering her pussy with her mouth and tongue fucking her gooey opening, hot, slick and juicy under her oral teasing.
Grace’s orgasms radiated throughout her body, her moans muffled by Brenda’s full ass cheeks, but still quite noticeable, spurring on the other two to torment her to even greater heights. Grace soon begged for release, her body torn by levels of pleasure that she’d never experienced with Matthew.
Sloane was next, with Brenda placing her wet, dripping pussy on Sloane’s ready mouth, and Grace using a vibrator and butt plug that she’d found in a bedside drawer on Sloane. Sloane’s orgasms were magnificent, a dozen in a long, long and almost endless line of orgasms that she had, and would, enjoy with other females.
Then Sloane and Grace fucked Brenda with a dildo they also found, and Sloane left the two girls in each other’s arms to come down from their sapphic highs. After letting them sleep for a half hour, the three showered together, reprising the pussy and ass licking from bed, along with more attention to each other’s breasts and nipples, and kissing gently among all three.
After they had dried and dressed, Sloane sat the two girls down to explain what had just happened, and why. The girls listened attentively, holding hands, and when Sloane asked if there were any questions, and for their feelings about their new points of view, the two went on for some time telling her. Then Sloane asked Grace something that had been weighing on her mind, and Grace responded with three words.
Sloane looked at her disbelieving, and then broke out in relieved laughter.
Chapter 11
“I’m so happy they invited us to the wedding,” said Beth, resplendent in a Lhuillier emerald cocktail dress. “This ceremony is beautiful, and Grace is adorable in her wedding gown. Matthew must be so proud.”
“He doesn’t have any reason to think otherwise,” replied Sloane, sitting beside her partner in the church pew. “He’ll never find out that Grace isn’t exactly straight, if we’re lucky.”
“And what was so funny after you and she and Brenda fucked – and doesn’t she look nice, too…” Beth looked inquiringly at Sloane in her Apogeo column dress in black.
“I’m really not supposed to tell anyone…but I suppose you are the exception. You know how stressed out I was over turning a bride into a theoretically man hating lesbian just before her wedding day, right?” Sloane looked into her partner’s adorable green eyes.
“Yes…you worried over it a lot…and then you said that you had a duty…so?”
“So…it turns out that Grace wasn’t exactly straight before I met her,” Sloane said. “She was fucking Brenda.”
“I thought those two were kind of close,” Beth said. “So, she was a lesbian already.”
“No, not that,” Sloane said. “When I told Grace and Brenda what had been done to both of them, Grace exclaimed, ‘But I’m bi!’ She was bi – is bi – and maybe she’ll always be bi. But Brenda was gay.”
“So that means, um, that um, Grace didn’t get converted? And if Brenda was gay, she’s still gay…but is she a converted gay?” Beth said slowly.
“Bisexual girls can’t be converted,” Sloane said. “It’s one of the first things that Pax teaches its agents. And as such, can’t be trusted…but FIT wouldn’t ever be able to convert or trust her either and we have the advantage because while bi girls can’t be converted by the virus, they can and do really enjoy lesbian sex a lot more after being infected. Grace hasn’t gotten over how fantastic sex with Brenda and I was the afternoon after I gave them the solution – a super extra strong version, I might add.”
“And Brenda?” Beth said.
“Well, that’s the best part for us at Pax. You were converted from straight, as was I, but when gay girls are converted – which sort of sounds like bringing coals to Newcastle – besides having their sexual receptors permanently altered and heightened, they’re also intensely loyal to the group that converted them. Brenda loves us and Grace, and Grace loves Brenda…and Matthew.”
“So Pax Terra gets a Grace who’s the next best thing to loyal to us-” Beth said.
“-and is even more likely to be a good wife to Matthew, keeping their family, and influence, strong,” Sloane finished. “And Grace still gets to play with Brenda…and us.”
“I beg your pardon?” Beth asked.
“Um, I had to promise that Brenda and Grace could play with us occasionally,” Sloane said, smiling.
“You’re so thoughtful, thank you baby,” Beth said, giving her partner a lingering kiss on the cheek. “I love weddings.”
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Copyright 2014, 2020 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter 1
“You’ve had a pretty tough month,” Beth Hightower said sympathetically to Sloane Gamble, as the brown-haired girl sat up in bed checking her phone. Sloane didn’t look up at first at her auburn-haired partner, and missed seeing the cup of coffee the twenty-five year old woman was offering her.
“Ummh, what…” Sloane murmured, and then looked up. “I thought I smelled coffee…for me?”
Her hopeful expression made Beth giggle. “So much for your ‘extra-sensory abilities,'” she laughed. “But, yeah,” she said as she handed the coffee to her twenty-two year old lover. “Be careful, it’s hot – but you already knew that.”
Sloane smiled. “It’s only ‘a better than random chance of perceiving the actions that someone else in the vicinity will be taking in the near future’ – according to Pax Terra’s scientists in Canberra, anyway. And, it only affects a small percentage of women who’ve been converted by Pax. I don’t know if it happens to FIT women, though.”
“Anyway, I was listening to you, and yeah it’s been kind of a shitty month except for you,” Sloane replied. “First, there was that husband that killed himself while we were taking away his wife. He just couldn’t believe that she had poisoned his coffee every morning, he thought he was just ‘coming down with something.'”
Sloane shook her head. “And then there was that mother that killed her two sons…geez. It’s unbelievable what those FIT infected women are doing. And I think their virus is unstable, besides routinely making them kind of violent and psychotic.”
Sloane looked at Beth, then down at her cup. “And I’m kind of worried that there might be a FIT mole in our office – besides Gretchen, I mean.”
When she looked back at Beth, her eyes were moist. “And Gretchen…I didn’t want to have to take her out, but when she infected my glass of wine at dinner with the FIT virus and had plans to do the whole office…I had to eliminate her.” Beth looked sympathetic.
“You’re supposed to get the confirmative toxicology results today, right? On the wine and the iced tea?”
“Yeah,” Sloane replied. “That should be cut and dried, I’ll get them from Leticia. Still, Gretchen…if only there was some way to save her, but she was a FIT woman all the way.”
Beth held Sloane’s hand. “You wanted to fuck her, didn’t you.”
Sloane smiled. “God, yes,” she said. “I’m pretty sure it would have been fantastic, but when I flashed on her putting their virus in my drink while we were at her condo, I had no choice.”
Beth sat on the bed next to the nearly nude twenty-two year old, shrugged and said, “And what am I thinking right now?” she asked, teasingly.
“I have no idea,” Sloane said. “I only know what you’re going to do, not what you’re thinking. I do flash that you’re going to be moaning very soon.”
Beth laughed. “I don’t think you needed your particular special ability to know that.” She leaned in to kiss Sloane, and the two women melted together with the particular heat and passion found in women converted by the Pax Terra virus, an organism developed by an ill-fated researcher in Australia decades before, and which, along with a mutation, the FIT virus, had been slowly circling the globe and inevitably leading to a humankind made up of women who were exclusively lesbian, and a small number of women who were bisexual. As to how many men would survive this ‘conversion’ process, as both Pax Terra and FIT called it, that depended on which group was ultimately successful.
FIT, or more commonly, Family Interactions Therapists as their main organization was known, would eliminate all males and were believed to have developed a means of impregnating women without using sperm. Pax Terra, the group for which Sloane worked, had no quarrel with men but neither did they have much use for them. The two groups were engaged in a global war with each other to capture the souls and minds of all straight women – the source of all future membership for them both.
The war was entirely sub rosa, with very few men even aware that the groups existed, or that the future existence of males was in jeopardy. If not for the efforts of dedicated Pax Terra agents like Sloane Gamble, FIT would have won long ago and the world would be a much different place.
It is not inconceivable that perhaps 99% of men would be dead (or never born), with only exclusively gay males spared and a small 1% of straight males surviving as breeding stock – unless the rumored FIT breakthroughs in sperm replacement were true, in which case male elimination might be 100%.
To those men who may scoff, I refer you to the numerous cases of politicians and military leaders recently who have died in their sleep “of natural causes” – some as young as 32 years of age – with their wives going into “seclusion” afterwards with other women all with known connections to FIT.
But Sloane and Beth weren’t concerned with these facts of global life now – all they wanted just then was to make love, and they did.
Coffee forgotten now, Sloane gently pushed her partner back onto the mattress, Beth’s chest already rising and falling quickly as her heartbeat increased rapidly, her breathing becoming quicker and more shallow, chemicals pouring into her bloodstream turning her interests to the pleasure to be found in her body and that of her younger lover. She looked up at Sloane, her green eyes meeting Sloane’s brown eyes, both women’s gaze soft with love and lust.
The tip of Beth’s tongue moistened her upper lip, a signal to her dominant lover of her immediate and initial need, to feel a woman’s soft, warm lips on her own, a woman’s wet and active tongue exploring her mouth and teasing her to greater sexual heights. Sloane responded by pressing her lips to Beth’s, their breathing becoming mutual as they shared breath, moist warm air rushing from Beth’s lungs into Sloane’s, an intimate sharing of the life’s breath of the two young women.
Sloane gently caressed Beth’s arms, her fingertips lightly stroking the 25 year-old’s bare arms below her tee shirt sleeve. Beth shivered with pleasure and reflexively pushed up with her hips, as Sloane continued kissing her. Sloane’s hand teased down to Beth’s hand, her index finger sensually caressing Beth’s palm. Beth moaned into Sloane’s mouth, and when she felt Sloane’s saliva dripping onto her tongue, Beth orgasmed mildly, hot and sweet tingles of current pulsing out and away from her swelling clitoris and inside her pelvis throughout her hips, radiating into her thighs.
“Oh god,” she moaned into Sloane’s mouth, gulping the hot mixture of saliva from the two sapphic lovers.
Sloane pulled her face away from Beth’s, smiling with pleasure that Beth had cum so quickly. Beth looked up at her lover’s sweet, feminine face, her straight brown hair resting on Beth’s chest just above her erect nipples, still covered by the thin cotton of Beth’s red Manchester United tee shirt.
“Please, lick my pussy Sloane…” Beth moaned. “I need to feel you there.”
Sloane responded by kissing Beth again, and then said, “All in good time, my love.” Instead of devouring Beth’s hot, wet pussy – something Sloane also desired immensely – she continued teasing the auburn haired nurse to further mild orgasms, nothing like the thundering orgasms that ‘converted’ women routinely enjoyed, but in the sum of things, perhaps even more enjoyable as they built the slim victim up to her own massive cataclysm of ecstasy sure to come.
Sloane’s hand went to Beth’s midriff. Her tee shirt had pulled up away from her gym shorts, exposing her pale stomach. Sloane’s fingers teased Beth there, causing the girl to giggle as Sloane’s touch alternated between sensual caress to tickling randomly. But soon enough Sloane’s supple fingers slid along Beth’s flat belly to the elastic waistband of her grey shorts, slipping under it and above Beth’s mons.
To Sloane’s great pleasure, she found that Beth had no panties on, as her fingertips slithered through the manicured postage stamp sized curls of Beth’s tiny bush, to the heat and moisture radiating out of her slit. Sensing the bump of Beth’s clitoral hood, Sloane altered her straight line course, her fingers slipping around her girlfriend’s aroused clit, like a river’s current diverting around a snag in the water.
Beth sighed as Sloane’s fingertips lightly and barely skimmed along her labia, then around and along her hot, swollen flesh, her moisture seeping out to lubricate Sloane’s touch, creamy vaginal fluid coating Sloane’s fingers as she smoothly caressed her sweet lover’s wet and dripping slit.
Beth groaned with passion, her right hand coming up to caress her own breasts through her shirt, her other hand roughly pulling Sloane’s face to hers to kiss her more deeply, their mouths sloppily meeting, hot female saliva running down Beth’s chin. Sloane became more aggressive, her middle finger boldly and rawly thrusting inside Beth’s hot, silky pussy, Beth moaning as Sloane finger fucked her tight hole.
“God…yes” she moaned, her hips rising up to take Sloane deeper inside herself. Soon Sloane combined a second finger inside Beth’s tiny cunt, the feel of Beth’s hot cream on her digits exciting the brunette, as if her lover’s moans were not enough. At that point, with both women losing control over their passion, Sloane’s plan to tease her lover to numerous small orgasms simply fell apart. Neither could hold back their excitement.
Sloane groaned with desire and pulled her hand reluctantly from Beth’s hot pleasure pit, but then immediately using both hands to quickly pull Beth’s shorts off her full hips and towards her feet. While Beth furiously tried to finish the removal of her shorts and help free her imprisoned legs, Sloane threw off the sheet partially covering her own body, revealing her skimpy panties and bare breasts, the wet spot in the gusset of the panties betraying her excitement.
“Oh fuck baby, I’ve got to taste that hot fucking cunt of yours!” Sloane yelped, as she almost literally dove between Beth’s legs, grabbing at Beth’s bedraggled shorts and flinging them backwards behind her when they momentarily caught on Beth’s right foot. But with that cloth barrier finally gone, both girls quickly parted Beth’s legs, exposing her beautifully pink vaginal slit and puffy labia, the slight gleam of wet in her slit only making Sloane’s mouth water even more.
“God yeah,” Sloane moaned as her face descended between Beth’s thighs, her tongue already anxiously licking her lover’s pussy, and her hands rhythmically squeezing Beth’s upper body under her arms, then slipping under her tee shirt to cares and squeeze Beth’s full, round breasts and her large pink nipples.
Beth put her hands firmly on Sloane’s head as her legs simultaneously raised up, her knees almost behind her head, her pink opening rounded and exposing her vaginal tunnel, the better for Sloane to bury her face there. While Sloane pleased herself by forcing her nose and mouth well into Beth’s creamy opening, she pleasured Beth by pulling at one nipple with her left hand, her right hand scraping fingernail along swollen labia.
Beth began whooping like a police siren as waves of continuous orgasms washed over and through her, one mind-destroying pulse of ecstasy followed by another, greater one, until she was wailing non-stop with joy. Meanwhile, Sloane lapped up the tides of creamy slick female lubrication dripping off Beth’s pussy walls, her sweet and salty musky taste the most delicious confection that Sloane could ever hope for.
Beth gulped loudly as the pleasure coursed through her, her thighs betraying the intensity of her orgasms as they shook uncontrollably. Eventually, though, her tremors slowed then stopped, and Sloane allowed her feet to slide down the bed until Beth was horizontal on the mattress once again. Sloane embraced Beth, hugging her for her life – emotional if not physical, and kissing Beth’s ear through her rumpled locks of hair, said, “I love you, Beth. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Sloane,” whispered back Beth, turning her head to face her pleasurable tormenter. “I couldn’t live anymore without you. I couldn’t and wouldn’t…” and then smiling, inviting Sloane’s kiss.
As Sloane snuggled her face into the crook of Beth’s neck and shoulder, she heard Beth whisper, “But you haven’t cum yet.”
“I don’t need to,” Sloane said into the skin of Beth’s throat.
Rallying her strength, Beth said, “You and I both know how it is, now that we’re converted…you need to. Sit on my face, baby, we both need that.”
Sloane indeed had been gallant – in fact, she wanted nothing more than to cum at that moment, and doing it by placing her own pussy against Beth’s mouth was one of the best ways that she knew of to get there. She sat up, then crawled to her knees, pulling her panties down to her knees, and then off completely, her hairless pussy quite wet as she thrilled at the thought of being eaten out by another girl.
“Come on, face the wall,” Beth directed her. Sloane did as she was told, placing her knees on either side of Beth’s head, being careful not to catch Beth’s hair under them, and then pressed her crotch down on Beth’s face, leaving her dripping cunt a few inches above her mouth, to allow her to lick her pussy however she liked.
Beth lifted up her face to Sloane’s reddish labia, taking one of her vulval lips between her own lips, and then lapping at her hot, wet flesh. Her soft strokes with the rough flat of her tongue along Sloane’s labia sent shocks of pleasure through the Pax agent’s pelvis, her pussy, clit and labia feeling as though they were immersed in a most pleasant fire.
Sloane’s hips began rolling back and forth against Beth’s face in reaction to the pulses of pleasure the red haired girl was inducing, and Beth brought her hands to Sloane’s plump ass to pull her down closer to her wriggling tongue. “Ahh…yess,” Sloane hissed, as her first small orgasm coursed through her. “Lick me, lick my cunt you fucking slut.”
Beth couldn’t seem to get enough of the wet slit that her nose was slipping into, and Sloane was content to let her continue eating her out, the waves of ecstasy helping her to forget the pain of the last few days. “God, fuck me with your mouth, bitch,” Sloane grunted.
Beth wasn’t content with just that, working the fingers of her right hand in between Sloane’s ass cheeks, her index finger searching out Sloane’s butt hole, the heat and moisture of her girlfriend’s bottom pointing out the way. She slipped the tip of her finger inside Sloane there, an action which only heated up the brunette’s sexual ardor.
“Fuck! Fuck my ass, baby, fuck me with your big dick inside my asshole, while you eat my cunt! Fuck, creaming now, can’t stop…cumming, cumming…on your face, lick up my cum, fucking cunt bitch!” Both girls marveled at their own perspective of the sweet view of Sloane grinding herself on Beth’s face and finger, the two girls exorcising their personal demons through their joyous lovemaking.
Sloane rode her lover’s face like a bucking bronco until both their rides were finished, then disengaging herself she gently leaned down to kiss Beth, the girl’s face wet with feminine cream, her lips smiling with wet pleasure. Unwilling to remove her lips from Beth’s once they’d made contact, she lay next to her, soon just cheek to cheek as both women slipped off to sleep again.
Chapter 2
Perhaps an hour later, the two woke, still in each other’s arms.
“Gotta go to work,” Sloane mumbled, knowing that this day was Beth’s day off from the hospital where she was employed as a nurse. “Go back to sleep,” she whispered to her female lover, even as Beth’s green eyes were fluttering closed again. Sloane got herself to the bathroom and showered, then dressed and fixed her makeup, already thinking about some of the cute women in her office – these were presumably not undercover FIT agents as Gretchen had been.
She made her way to the office and to her desk, and began working on her active files, mainly accounts of some small cells of FIT agents in the Philadelphia suburbs who had recently been out recruiting. FIT had been doing a lot of conversions through their chain of health centers recently, and Pax Terra was working on ways to “discourage” their recruiting effort.
“Sloane, do you have a minute?” Leticia Porter stopped by Sloane’s desk.
“Certainly,” replied Sloane, trailing behind the Director of their branch office – one of the biggest in all of Pax Terra – North America. By the time she got to Mrs. Porter’s door, the Director was already seated at her desk, a French Art Deco mahogany ladies writing desk from the early 1920s.
“Please, close the door,” Leticia said. Sloane’s eyebrows raised a millimeter at this, but she did as directed.
“Take a seat,” Leticia said. Sloane sat in one of the matching vanity chairs from the same era as the desk. With all of Leticia’s politeness, Sloane was starting to get worried.
“What is it, Leticia?” she asked, not wanting to have her supervisor beat around the bush.
“Sloane…I just got the toxicology report back on the wine and iced tea you brought back from the unfortunate Ms. Klein’s condo the other day.”
“Yes?” responded Sloane. “And…”
“And you were quite correct about the tea. We found the FIT virus in it, in very high numbers.”
“And the wine? That too, right?” Sloane was confused about the reason for the meeting. Normally these reports just went through the system.
“Um, no,” responded Leticia. “None whatsoever.”
“I don’t understand,” responded Sloane slowly. “I flashed on Gretchen adding the virus to the wine and the tea. I was even more certain that the wine was contaminated than the tea.”
“Nonetheless, you know that your ‘special ability’ is not an absolute thing – you can be wrong about events,” Leticia said. “And it appears…”
“I was sometimes wrong when I was in training, and just after I’d been converted,” Sloane said, thinking back to that tumultuous time in her life, at the end of high school, when she’d been converted from straight girl to a lesbian operative for a mysterious organization – it had been a rather startling series of events for her. “But I haven’t made a mistake in years.”
Leticia held up a sheaf of papers. “I understand, and so I asked them to retest the wine,” she said, sympathetically.
“The results were the same. You killed a girl that you didn’t need to. It’s my theory that Gretchen was in love with you, and really did just want to be your friend, then fuck you, and try to co-opt you for their side. We would have certainly taken her in and dealt with her either here or in Seattle, but killing – that was unwarranted. We’re not FIT, and we’re not savages.” Sloane was shocked at the barely concealed anger on Mrs. Porter’s face.
Sloane’s heart fell out of her chest. She had already felt immense anguish at killing Gretchen for what she believed to be good cause – but to kill for essentially no reason was unforgivable in her personal code.
“Oh my god,” Sloane murmured. She was at a loss for further words. Instead, Leticia broke the subsequent silence.
“What I want you to do, Sloane, is to put that unfortunate event out of your head and your heart. Put it behind you, and I have an urgent case that I need you to take care of quickly.”
“Yes ma’am,” replied Sloane dully.
“It seems that one of Philadelphia’s Main Line families, the Randolph Burch family, is having a wedding, joining their fortunes with those of a family from New York – The Lauders of Manhattan to be precise. It’s a case of old money and new money coming together to eventually influence both communities. And when I say ‘communities,’ I mean the global scene. Their daughter Grace will be marrying Matthew Lauder. The resulting family would far outrival the influence of marriages of British and German scions that occurred with regularity a hundred or more years ago.” Leticia paused.
“Your assignment is to convert Grace, before the wedding.” Leticia looked expectant. “Questions?”
“Um, probably, after I’ve wrapped my head around it, ” Sloane replied. “First question is ‘Why?'”
“Because it will give Pax Terra an immense amount of influence and control over a large fortune and over a source of power,” Leticia replied, sitting back and forming a steeple with her joined fingers. Sloane could hear the child’s refrain in her head as she watched the Director.
“No doubt you’ll have more questions, and you can submit them in writing. Now get started, all the information you’ll need will be in your packet.” Sloane rose to leave. For some reason she kept hearing the child’s rhyme over and over:
“Here is the church,
and here is the steeple.
Open the doors
and see all the people.”
“Jesus, I can’t get that out of my head!” Sloane said to herself as she walked to her desk. The rhyme was annoying, like a bad commercial jingle that gets stuck in your head, playing on an endless loop. Beyond that minor unexpected annoyance was a deeper issue.
In brief, the qualms that Sloane felt about turning a conventional ‘straight’ bride into a lesbian.
Converting most women to lesbianism was a task that Sloane took to enthusiastically, as did all members of Pax Terra – and for that matter, FIT. But to do it to a woman on the brink of her wedding to a man, turning her life’s goal on a dime from a lifetime companionship with a male and likely building a family where there had been none, didn’t sit well with her. Sloane wasn’t absolutely certain when the time came, whether she’d be able to go through with converting Grace Burch to sapphic love.
The conflicts inside her were giving Sloane a headache.
Chapter 3
Finally it got so bad that she decided to go for a walk to clear her head. She found that just exiting the building helped immensely, and walked out to the small courtyard that was originally designed for the building’s smokers, but since fewer and fewer people were smoking – or now vaping – it was actually pretty pleasant and peaceful for nonsmokers like Sloane.
“Hey,” Martha Grenoble said, as she looked up from her seat on a wrought iron bench under a maple tree. Martha was a forty year old woman who had come to Pax Terra when she was converted a few years before. Martha was still married – to a man – which amazed Sloane, but she figured it was Martha’s life to do as she chose, more or less.
“Hi, Martha” Sloane said. “How are you?”
“Ohh…pretty well,” Martha replied. “I’ve just been getting really horny lately, I think I might be getting tired of my husband.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sloane said.
“He’s really a nice guy but…you know.”
It was a fact of Pax Terra life, and obviously true at FIT also, that no man could possibly bring a woman the pleasure that another woman could sexually and in most other ways, especially emotionally. Some converted Pax women remained with their husbands, but most eventually left…or their husbands left, when their wives immediately lost interest in sex with them. Paradoxically though, most resulting divorces due to this were much more amicable than the average divorce among straights.
“Have you found a girlfriend, or have you decided to play the field?” Sloane asked conversationally.
“I don’t think many younger women would be interested in me at my age,” Martha replied. “And I haven’t really met any women my age here who aren’t with someone already.”
“That shouldn’t make any difference,” Sloane replied. “My partner Beth and I don’t have any problem with each other having sex on the side – as long as it’s not with a man.”
“Oh, no chance of that!” Martha laughed, and Sloane smiled. “I wasn’t all that crazy about sex with my husband before I was converted. Still, some relief would be nice…”
“You poor dear,” Sloane said putting her arm around the older woman. “If you’re at all interested…” she said, giving the woman a lingering peck on her cheek.
“Oh my…yes,” Martha replied flustered. “You’re so beautiful, I never imagined you’d ever want to fuck someone like me.” She turned her face to Sloane’s and kissed her hard on the mouth, the younger girl’s mouth opening reflexively to take the woman’s tongue in her mouth.
The two women became involved very quickly, conscious as they were of being on the company clock, and both knowing well how efficiently and quickly a woman can excite, then satisfy, another woman. Sloane began by caressing Martha’s cheek as they kissed, soft and smooth, and was rewarded by feeling the black-haired woman hugging her more tightly, and her breathing quickening.
Sloane dropped her hand down into Martha’s lap, and the older woman responded by moving her thighs apart in her skirt, providing access to her pussy for Sloane’s hand. Sloane caressed her way up Martha’s inner thighs, the skin smooth, warm and increasingly humid as her fingers neared the older woman’s hungry cunt.
“Yes, please,” Martha sighed, as Sloane’s fingertips caressed her fat pussy lips under her panties, moist and slick, her slit open and pouting, anxious to be teased with another girl’s fingers. Sloane began finger fucking Martha, her cunt taking two fingers easily. Martha slouched back on the bench and hiked up her skirt, exposing her pussy, hairy but neatly trimmed as she pulled her pretty panties to the side.
“Oh god, eat me…please!” she moaned, an invitation that Sloane had no intention of turning down. She got down on her knees on the bark mulch walkway in front of the woman, and spread her thighs further apart, Martha’s hot, moist scent making Sloane’s mouth water in lust and desire. She leaned in and kissed the hot, wet cunt, her lips caressing Martha’s labia, her tongue thrusting inside her hot cave, lapping at her feminine cream. Sloane idly wondered why some men avoided eating women’s pussies, as she thought it the most delectable nectar on earth.
“Fuck!” Martha screamed, her orgasm coming quickly. Her thighs shook with her surfeit of pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she nearly passed out from the amazing experience. She quickly began to push Sloane away, as Sloane was only getting started, enchanted by Martha’s hot, wet pussy.
Sloane got the idea and looked up at Martha, her eyes questioning. “I’m sorry dear, I can only take so much happiness,” Martha half-sobbed, half-laughed. “But come up here, let me kiss and lick your sweet face, and then return the favor.” Sloane sat up on the bench again, her mouth glistening with feminine cream, her eyes sparkling.
“My god, you taste wonderful,” she laughed. “I’ll lick your pussy anytime you want!”
“I want to do you now,” Martha replied. “I’ll start with your face.” Like a mother cat cleaning her kitten the only way she knows how, Martha licked the sweet smelling fluid off Sloane’s pretty face, then the two women kissed long and deep, inflaming Sloane’s passions even further.
Martha slid to her knees and separated Sloane’s legs. “You’ll have to help me, your skirt is so much tighter than mine,” she sighed. Sloane hitched up her skirt, and Martha was thrilled to find that Sloane was sans panties. “Oh what an adorable pussy you have!” she exclaimed. “And bare…it makes you look like a little girl there!”
Sloane’s pussy, a thin pink slit with thin labia, crowned by a medium sized clitoris, nonetheless was exquisitely capable of immense levels of arousal, and as with most women, her erogenous zones extended far beyond the obvious. Sloane responded best to caresses of her thighs, shoulders, arms and all around her butt and anus, besides the ‘routine’ labia – pussy – clit combinations, and Beth delighted in mapping every area that could bring Sloane to orgasm. But for purposes of a quick workday fuck, the routine would have to do.
“Lick me there,” she directed Martha, her inner labia quite glistening and wet and urgently anxious for a woman’s touch, the older woman enthusiastically lapping at her wet pussy like a cat at a saucer of milk. Sloane herself caressed her labia and around her clit, quickly building to a peak of pleasure and cumming three times in rapid succession, leaving her legs weak with a pleasant lassitude. Sloane floated down from her mount of pleasure to find Martha kissing her inner thighs, the older woman perceiving the 22 year old’s sensitivity post-orgasm.
“Oh…nice,” Sloane sighed as Martha sat back up on the bench, awkwardly unsure of how to complete their tryst. Sloane took control, as fucking in the break area was very familiar to her, as it was for many of the women in their office. There had even been some thought given to having a break room with lounges to enable easy fucking inside, but management had been afraid that no work would ever get done then, and was probably correct.
Sloane took Martha in her arms and kissed her deeply, inhaling her scent and reveling in her warmth and touch. “If you ever need a friend or lover, you know I’ll be available,” she whispered in Martha’s ear. She looked into Martha’s brown eyes, and seeing her understanding there, smiled.
“You make me happy,” she said. Martha smiled back.
“Oh, me too,” she said. “Thank you for everything, thank you so much.” The two women returned to the office without remark by any of the other women, though by smell, appearance and their own experience it was obvious to them all what Martha and Sloane had been up to. Random couplings were encouraged between and among the thirty or so women of the office, to build morale, team spirit and to work off the excess tension that was ever-present in a Pax Terra woman. Affairs on the other hand were strongly discouraged, to avoid jealousies or plotting. The system worked well, and Sloane had fucked at least half the women there, a typical batting average considering turnover as agents and analysts transferred in and out.
“And what are you looking at?” Sloane said to Michael Carter, a male agent for Pax Terra, as she returned to her desk.
“Me?” Michael said, looking innocent. “Nothing out of the ordinary,” he responded, grinning. Although they were always a minority in numbers, each office had at least one male analyst and agent. They were both highly valued and respected in the Pax Terra organization, though very difficult to come by for various reasons.
“So, how’s your love life?” Sloane asked him, grinning.
“Pretty good, but not quite as active as yours…or any other woman here, for that matter,” he said. “I’m dating a boy named Jonathan, a freshman at Villanova. He is the sweetest thing.” Sloane could detect only a slight southern drawl in the analyst originally from North Carolina, who’d been forced to flee to New Jersey after the “Rocky Mount Raids,” in which FIT operatives murdered the agents in a small Pax Terra outpost in the western part of North Carolina.
The post had been abandoned and the remaining female agent and Michael moved out. It had been a dark time in the hidden global war for humankind.
“I hope you and your boyfriend are very happy,” Sloane said sincerely. “You deserve every happiness.” Michael blushed.
“Thank you,” he replied quietly. “And have you decided about that FIT agent we’ve been following? Erin Rider…”
Sloane’s expression was noncommittal, but her reply was not.
“When you get an opportunity, beat her up. Don’t kill her, but leave her with some bruises that won’t go away for a while. She’s a major pain in the ass, but I think she may go away as an issue if we send her a clear message not to fuck with Pax.” Sloane was not smiling, and she certainly wasn’t kidding.
“I don’t mean to pry, but isn’t there some kind of back story between you two?” Michael asked.
“Yeah,” Sloane replied. “She’s my twin sister.”
Michael stopped, frozen at Sloane’s off hand comment. He couldn’t know the turmoil inside Sloane under her calm exterior.
“Is there anything else?” Sloane asked calmly.
“Umm…oh, and I’ve got the information from Leticia…” He handed Sloane a thin packet.
Sloane opened it. “Where’s the background info?” she asked. “This is just the girl’s schedule up to the wedding date…” Michael looked embarrassed.
“I kinda asked her the same thing. She said that’s all we have.”
Sloane frowned. “I guess I’m going to have to work with just this, then.”
Chapter 4
For the rest of the day Sloane studied the bride-to-be’s schedule, and made a few calls to get further information, then left for home. When she arrived, Beth greeted her warmly, wearing a flimsy nightie.
“Hi baby,” Beth said. “I missed you, and I had the best experience I couldn’t wait to tell you about.”
“Oh?” Sloane said, a slight smile on her face. “Well, let me get us some wine and you can tell me all about it, okay?”
Beth said, “Already taken care of.” Sloane found two glasses of wine at the table in front of the sofa and momentarily thought back on the dinner with Gretchen, and how she thought the woman was going to poison her. She shook off the thought – apparently she’d been wrong, and she’d have to work on forgiving herself for acting so rashly in killing the woman.
“Okay honey, tell me your news,” Sloane said as Beth settled into her arms and they sipped their wine, a nice Riesling. “Mm, good,” Sloane said and kissed Beth.
“You’re supposed to say that after you kiss me,” Beth teased.
“Oops,” Sloane said. “So…”
“Okay,” Beth said…
Chapter 5
“You remember that Packaged Delivery driver that I told you about, right?” Beth said eagerly.
“The one you’ve been flirting with? Blonde, about 5′ 10″ and 170 pounds, muscles?” Sloane said.
“Yeah. She delivered some cookware that I ordered today, and I was flirting with her…like usual, when she said, ‘You don’t know it but if you were ever serious about what you’re hinting at, I would do you so hard and fast you wouldn’t stop cumming until I was home and fucking my own girlfriend after dinner and drinks.'”
“I giggled – what an outrageous guy kind of thing to say. Then I thought I’d call her bluff and I said, ‘Try me.'”
Beth smiled and paused before continuing, obviously wanting Sloane to tell her to ‘go on.’
“Go on,” Sloane said, smiling herself and snuggling closer to Beth, and slipping her hand between Beth’s thighs, her hand resting on the thin fabric of her sheer panties over her pussy. She pressed lightly, and Beth jerked slightly from the welcome contact. ‘Ohh,’ she moaned.
“So she grabbed me – it wasn’t hard to do, that bitch is built and works out – and kissed me. God she was tongue fucking me like my first boyfriend – showing no regard whatsoever for my feelings or wishes – and I loved it. I imagined that her tongue was a female dick, which it pretty much is anyway, and I was sucking her dick, which made my horniness spill over into ‘please fuck-me-ness,’ and she got the message.”
Sloane could feel wetness forming in her own slit, the thought of a strong, butch woman fucking her lover was a major turn on, and she was only sorry that she hadn’t been around to watch it and play too. She caressed the small bulge in Beth’s panties, her nails scraping up and down the redhead’s labia, making Beth groan with pleasure.
“Fuck, Sloane, I’m telling my story…ahh, god, yess…” She took a breath as she slipped her own hand between Sloane’s legs, her fingers moving up the brunette’s thighs under her skirt.
“So, she actually picked me up and carried me into our bedroom – yeah, she was going to fuck me on our bed – and laid me down. I couldn’t stop her, and wouldn’t have anyway.” Sloane squirmed with pleasure at the thought of Beth cumming with another woman in their bed, and she hoped that Beth had the consideration not to change the bed, so that she could smell their lovemaking in the sheets.
“God, baby,” Sloane gasped. “I hope this gets as dirty as fuck, because you’re making me very hot.” Beth giggled.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “So then she stripped down while I lay there, and she’s really got some muscles on her. Her boobs were kind of big, which I can take or leave, and her ass was really round, but hard as a rock. I don’t know how I feel about that. But she had a cute blonde muff at her pussy, and her labia and clit were quite large. She fingered herself to show me how wet she was, then made me lick her fingers – she tasted and smelled wonderful – not as good as you, but nice.”
“I was wearing shorts and a blouse, and she gently unbuttoned my shorts and slipped them down my hips, pulling my panties along with them, and knelt between my legs and began kissing and licking my cunt.”
“This cunt?” Sloane teased, her finger under the hem of Beth’s panties an inch away from her labia. Beth squirmed happily.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” she said as her own hand was exploring Sloane’s increasingly wet pussy. The two women were now actively stroking each other’s tight slits with the practiced experience of lovers who knew the other very, very well and knew what the other desired most. As a result they were both quickly ready to cum, their first of the evening together.
“Her mouth was all over my pussy – she eats out like she kisses, aggressively as fuck, definitely old school butch dyke doing me. I was cumming like mad, and couldn’t wait until she let me eat her – or really, force me to eat her, cuz we were playing a little rape game with me protesting all the way and her dominating me – so fucking hot with a stranger, y’know?” Sloane nodded.
Beth and Sloane were becoming increasingly wrapped up in Beth’s story, Beth through the retelling of her afternoon’s ecstasy, and Sloane through the pleasure she got from hearing of her lover as a total lesbian slut. Their orgasms were small but numerous, their pussies soaking with wetness from their pleasures, but they both wanted to make it to the end of Beth’s account.
“Baby, she doesn’t lick pussy as well as you and she wouldn’t get me as excited as you do, because she wasn’t you, but I was cumming like mad, I even squirted twice – it was heavenly, I think the bed is still wet. Finally, though I got her to bring her pussy over my face. I could smell her scent, it was a mixture of sweat and heated pussy, strong and rich, I couldn’t wait to bury my nose and tongue in her swampy cunt. When I did, she started cumming, her thighs almost crushed my head – my ears are still sore – and dripping that thick, creamy cum into my mouth and all over my face. I made sure not to wash my face so you could smell and taste it.” Beth grinned as Sloane licked her lips.
“After we’d both cum a couple of times, maybe a couple of dozen, I lost count – she asked me if we had a strap-on. Of course I told her yes, I knew she’d be a harder fuck than anyone else ever, even you, when she put it on she surprised me.”
“She told me to get on my hands and knees and she pulled my panties down to my knees, then squatted down between my butt cheeks and started eating my ass. God, that tongue of hers was amazing as she first started by kissing my ass, then working her way in towards my butthole until her mouth was on it, then her tongue started sliding right up my hole, fucking my ass with that luscious cock tongue of hers. She was slobbering all over my hole, and I realized she was lubricating my asshole, which meant she was going to fuck me there.”
“You know how tight I am back there, and how big that strap-on is – we’ve never used it in each other’s ass. I started whining and she told me to shut up, she was going to fuck my hot lesbian ass until I came a couple dozen times. She notched the fat latex head into my hole, then started pushing, holding onto my ass with her left hand while her right hand went between my legs to my pussy, stroking me there, getting me super excited while I was worrying about that big fat girl cock about to split me in two.”
“My hips were rotating around from her scratching my labia and clit, while she started pushing into me. Hard at first, and that hurt because that big cock head had to get past my anus – fuck, I was seeing stars! But the pleasure of having her fingers on my pussy helped me forget about that and I started cumming, a long swelling wave of just cumming, and pleasure and dreaming.”
“After a while I realized she’d been fucking my ass for a good fifteen minutes, and my mouth was on the mattress chewing on the sheets while she rammed me home again and again, both of us cumming and cumming over and over. Finally though, she slowed, and slowly pulled that cock out of me, and I felt like I’d been hollowed out or something. I slumped down on the bed, and I thought we were through. I knew I didn’t have any energy left.”
“To my surprise, she rolled me over and got in a 69 on top of me, and growled, ‘Suck my cock, bitch.’ I looked up at that thing – and you know it had been deep inside my ass – so you know what it looked like and smelled like. I wasn’t going to do any such thing…until she started eating out my pussy again, and I found myself willing to do anything then.”
“I tentatively sniffed at the cock waving in my face, and it smelled like ass – my ass – but Sloane, I didn’t care. I started licking it and sucking it and I cleaned her cock off with my tongue and lips, my ass dirt on my mouth and just the thought of that whole thing made me cum like I never had before, not even with you. Can you forgive me, baby?”
Sloane held Beth, then kissed her nose, then her lips and said, “I think so baby, but only if you let me eat out your ass and get to taste your ass dirt too…deal?” The delighted look on Beth’s face told Sloane that dinner from their kitchen might be late, but dinner in the bedroom was on in the very near future.
The two young women made love in numerous filthy, dirty and most of all deliriously exciting ways in their bedroom, then belatedly recessed for dinner – a delivery pizza. Unfortunately the delivery person was a man, or they might have continued on through the night with another playmate. As it was, they slept a solid eight hours in each other’s arms.
Chapter 6
The next day Sloane worked on the bride issue. The fact that she had so little information was confounding, but not unexpected. Often Pax agents had to make life changing decisions based on very little prior input, and were chosen for their ability to make logical choices based on information at hand. In addition, Sloane had the advantage of her light psychic ability – which nobody was absolutely certain was ‘psychic’ at all, but perhaps only a heightened ability to subconsciously pick out scraps of obscure information to reach a conclusion about someone’s projected actions.
It seemed like the best route to the bride was one of three ways: through the bride’s mother, her maid of honor or with the help of a vendor at the wedding/reception. Neither the mother nor maid of honor were converted, so they would likely not be a help without using some outside factor like bribery or blackmail. With limited time available, that made the third option the most likely, especially since the cake baker happened to be a convert to Pax, and would help Sloane if approached correctly.
****
“Hi, I’m looking for a really, really good cake for my engagement party, ” Sloane giggled. She was ‘undercover’ at Adams Bakery, owned by an elderly couple, and managed by their daughter Miranda, a cute and plump blonde. It hadn’t taken Sloane long to reach the bakery located on Germantown Avenue in Chestnut Hill. She enjoyed the chance to drive her vintage 2005 ‘Windveil Blue’ Ford Mustang from her office in Willingboro, New Jersey, crossing the Delaware River over the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge.
“Well, we do tons of wedding, anniversary and all kinds of party cakes, I think that we can do a very good job for you. Do you have an idea of what you’re looking for?” The girl at the counter, evidently Miranda, looked distracted by Sloane’s outfit, a low cut scoop neck blouse, and tight fitting faded and worn jeans.
Sloane giggled again. “I dunno,” she said, “what do you think about one of those sexy cakes, you know, like with a woman’s naked body – her boobs, nice and plump and her nipples all hard and pointy, and all the way down to her hot little pussy, maybe with a nice pink slit of icing for her cunt and some chocolate shavings or something for her pubes? I want it to look just like my body when I’m hot and ready for my boyfriend’s tongue – I adore being eaten – a long, wet tongue tickling all around my lips and clit, then fucking my tight hole?”
If Sloane had the wrong woman, this approach was really going to bomb, but she didn’t have time for subtleties.
“Umm, we don’t do erotic cakes here,” the girl responded. Sloane was crestfallen. This was going to require another tactic. Then the girl continued.
“I’ve suggested it to my parents – you know, get hip to another demographic – but they’re really old school. I could help you on my own, but it would have to be out of the kitchen at my own home. Would you be interested in that?” The girl looked hopeful.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Sloane said.
“Hi, I’m Miranda,” the girl said, offering her hand.
“Oh, can we hug?” Sloane said. “I’m a hugger. And call me Sloane.”
“Sure,” the girl smiled. The two women hugged, pressing their bodies together, and Sloane made sure that they stayed together longer – much longer – than your average first hug. Then when they separated, barely, Sloane made sure to look into Miranda’s eyes, her own eyes softening, and was pleased to see the same happen in Miranda’s eyes.
Then Sloane impulsively gave the girl a peck on the lips. Hearing no immediate objection, she kissed her a second time, her lips lingering against the blonde’s. Miranda looked dazed, torn between her new lesbian reflexes – she’d been converted less than a month before – and her understanding that what had just transpired wasn’t the usual ‘bride to be looking for wedding cake baker’ scenario.
“Could I maybe come over to your house when you get off, and show you what I look like under my clothes so you’ll know how to make the cake?” Sloane asked in the most innocent way she could muster, though she herself wanted to fuck this blonde on top of the biggest cake in the shop. She could only imagine how her target must feel. Coincidentally, both women had mental images of the other girl covered in sweet cream frosting that would require intensive licking off. Miranda gave Sloane her address and the time that she’d be available.
Chapter 7
Later that day, Sloane arrived at the girl’s apartment. At her knock, the door opened and Miranda gave Sloane the widest smile Sloane had ever seen.
“I couldn’t wait to get off,” the girl said innocently, then added, “oops,” when she realized how it would be taken.
Sloane smiled. “I’m happy to be here, Miranda. Would you like me to get naked first so that you can see what you need to make the cake look like?”
“Umm, okay,” replied Miranda, her pulse racing and breath quickening. Just because she had been converted into a lesbian didn’t mean she had any more of an idea of how to seduce another woman – and not realizing that she was being actively seduced by Sloane.
“I’m not comfortable taking off my clothes anywhere but a bedroom,” Sloane said. “Can I use yours?” Miranda nodded blankly, her pussy itchy and hot in the face of such temptation.
“Umm, I’ll wait out here,” Miranda said, praying that there would be some reason that she should be in the bedroom instead.
“No, I don’t want you to worry that I might steal something – after all, we hardly know each other,” Sloane said.
“Oh, I trust-” Miranda began, before realizing that this was the reason she had just prayed for. God often works fast, but Miranda had no idea that Sloane was working faster.
The two women entered the bedroom, and Sloane said, “Now you just sit there and I’ll undress for you.” Miranda plopped herself down, her crotch already squishy and wet. Sloane began sensuously removing her button front blouse, button by button, slowly, her bra and smooth, unblemished skin being revealed square inch by square inch, Sloane’s fingers like an eraser disappearing clothing from the girl’s sight, leaving bare skin behind.
With the blouse unbuttoned, Sloane presented her left wrist to the enchanted girl, to unbutton, then the right, and turned her back to Miranda. “Take it off me,” she whispered huskily. The girl rose to take the shirt by the collar and shoulder, gently slipping the blouse off Sloane’s shoulder and down her arm, then the other arm, standing behind Sloane and holding the blouse down by her waist.
Sloane artfully backed into her, feeling the girl’s cloth-covered breasts warmly pressing into her shoulder blade, wriggling back into her breast.
“Undo my bra, please,” Sloane moaned, as the girl fumbled at the clasps of the lace bra.
“Ahh,” sighed Sloane as the bra fell away, exposing her cute, small breasts. Reaching down she brought the girl’s hands up around her to cup her breasts. “Massage them, please,” she begged the girl, with Miranda only too happy to comply. Her soft, warm hands encircled Sloane’s sensitive breasts, instinctively kneading her tender flesh like a ball of dough, Sloane’s head falling back, exposing her throat to Miranda’s warm lips.
The girl found herself automatically reacting to Sloane’s artful provocations, caressing Sloane, then lightly pinching the brunette’s stiff nipples, as her tongue laved Sloane’s smooth flesh under her jaw, feeling her heart beat there. Miranda’s excitement grew, her pussy and clit pulsing with the special pleasure that all converted women felt with each other.
“Hurt me,” Sloane moaned, caught up in her own special pleasures, her own pussy wetting and heating as she anticipated the girl’s attention there. Miranda tweaked Sloane’s brown nipples hard, and Sloane yelped, momentarily frightening Miranda.
“Ohh, did I hurt you?” the girl asked sincerely.
“Yes, bitch, you did,” Sloane growled, whirling around, surprising the plump, well endowed blonde.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Miranda moaned, an amateur at lesbian love play, though very enthusiastic about the pleasures. She looked uncertain.
Sloane quickly took her in hand, grabbing the girl’s jeans by the waistband and expertly rolling her over her lap as she sat next to the confused baker. “You’re being a bad, bad girl,” Sloane said in a slow, deliberate fashion.
Miranda’s level of fear and confusion grew, a necessary step and catalyst to raise her level of passion to a cooperative level. Sloane burrowed her hand in her lap to unbuckle the girl’s jeans, then worked them off her generous hips as the girl lay supine across Sloane’s thighs, stunned yet excited.
Sloane delighted in the view of Miranda’s plump, pink ass, her butt cheeks wriggling with suppressed excitement, a small but growing circle of wetness where her pussy contacted the white cotton.
“You know I must punish you for hurting me,” Sloane whispered, delighting the girl while at the same time mixing her delight with trepidation at Sloane’s unknown intentions. The girl desired nothing more than to be punished by another woman in some manner that would both degrade her and bring her to the heights of pleasure. Certainly being under Sloane’s firm control while her ass was exposed to the cute girl’s view was a delight that she might never have anticipated before her conversion, but she had always harbored a fantasy of being sexually used by someone more powerful than she. Her conversion had focused that fantasy on other women.
Miranda moaned as her first orgasm rolled through her, a pulsing wave of pleasure that lifted her into a realm of pleasure that she had never experienced before her conversion by Pax Terra. “Oh god…god yess,” she moaned, as Sloane smiled.
For Sloane, the seduction of the daughter of the bakery owners was more than just a job, part of her necessary conversion of a bride to be. It was of course, pleasure in its own right, as she danced the Sapphic dance of woman on woman ecstasy, but on an intellectual level it was the solving of a puzzle – the puzzle of achieving her assignment, the pleasure that any dedicated worker feels with a job well done.
She would achieve her ends here, to further the chances of success with the bride-to-be later. Still nagging at her were the moral objections to taking a bride’s happiness at her wedding day – how could the girl take joy from her wedding to a man, when she had been converted to a dedicated lesbian?
Sloane faltered, her morality once again intruding on her ability to be the best at her profession, when she was shaken out of her momentary pause by the impatient wriggling of Miranda’s hips on her lap.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Miranda began insincerely – she wasn’t sorry at all, she was delighted that Sloane was going to punish her naughty bottom, one of her most sensitive erogenous zones – as she continue wriggling her moist and hot bottom, drawing even more attention to it.
“Shut. Up!” Sloane exclaimed, giving Miranda’s attractive, full ass a sharp swat, silencing the girl with the shock of pain at the surface of her skin under her cotton panties, which slowly translated to pleasure as it radiated towards her clit.
“Ohh,” Miranda moaned, her ass rotating slowly, the instinctive action of a woman approaching orgasm. Sloane smiled as she eased into the role of lesbian lover from her role as Pax Terra agent. The rest of the way could proceed without conscious thought of goals, and she could revel in being a passionate lesbian, enjoying all the pleasures that another woman’s body could bring to her.
“Bad girl,” Sloane said, peeling back Miranda’s panties from her tushy, seeing the bright red mark where her hand had contacted the girl’s ass. “You’ve been very bad,” she added, as Miranda moaned under her, but made no effort to escape. Sloane slid her hand between Miranda’s thighs, pressing into her soggy cunt, the girl’s excitement causing her sweet, hot feminine cream to literally drip onto Sloane’s lap.
She slid a finger each over Miranda’s fat labia, tracing from her bush to her perineum, the girl sighing as the pleasure of Sloane’s touch filled her brain. “Oh god…” she muttered.
Sloane then smacked her ass hard three times in rapid succession SMACK.. SMACK… SMACK!. Miranda’s butt cheeks wiggling jelly-like at the sexy attack, broad white patches on her butt flushing to bright red as blood returned quickly to the heated parts of her ass where Sloane’s hand had impacted, the red patches closely resembling Sloane’s hand. “Oh god oh god oh god I’m cumming,” Miranda moaned, her thighs shaking and trembling wildly as random electrical forces fired in her nervous system, her brain far too busy receiving pleasure signals from her clitoris to care what her legs might be doing.
Sloane allowed the girl a few minutes to recover, then insinuated her hand once again between the girl’s thighs, the area now literally sopping with feminine cream, her female perfume hot and moist in Sloane’s nostrils. Instead of caressing Miranda’s labia, though, Sloane instead joined three fingers together and slowly, but forcefully invaded Miranda’s hot, silky wet interior, fucking the girl’s pussy almost brutally, a near fisting that turned into an actual fisting when, after slowly fucking her for a few minutes Sloane balled her fingers into a fist and pushed it inside of Miranda’s yielding canal, the girl moaning as Sloane filled her like nothing that she’d ever felt before.
“Unnh, unnh, unnh…” Miranda had lost all capacity for meaningful speech as her body built up a bank of impeding orgasms that she was simply not prepared for by any previous fucking. She concentrated desperately at holding herself together, and hopefully not shitting herself from complete loss of bodily control – a fight that she was losing as completely as a novice surfer facing a tsunami wave. All that she could do was to give herself over to the being of pleasure that she would become for the minute, or hour or lifetime that her impending orgasm was implacably approaching.
Once she surrendered to a zen-like state of being one with her climax, Miranda was forever changed, her orgasm filling her but not breaking her, floating her to a heaven and not drowning her – in short, she discovered the keys to her sexual happiness in the hands of this 22 year old stranger, and she would neither ever stray from a complete attraction to other females, nor would she ever be disloyal or unfaithful to the organization known as Pax Terra, in the person of Sloane Gamble.
Sloane’s goals had been met with this woman, but that was no reason why the two of them couldn’t have more fun, was it? Sloane whispered to the plump blonde to get onto the bed, and when the two had finished disrobing each other, they consumed each other’s hot, aroused body in a leisurely way, tongues teasing wet flesh, lips caressing holes, fingers probing openings, lips of several sorts on other lips, orgasms suffusing both beauties until at last neither could speak…and they slept in each other’s arms. Warm feminine flesh on flesh, breathing and heartbeat pulses shared, peaceful dreaming that neither woman had enjoyed for some time, but which now covered them both like a gentle blanket.
They slept for hours, and then woke about 3 in the morning, Miranda shy with her new lover, Sloane eager to finish her mission and get back to Beth. Between kisses and offers to make breakfast from Miranda, Sloane explained what she needed from Miranda, confident that she did not need to disguise her affiliations or her goals in their new relationship – an effect of the virus, which led a newly minted Pax Terra (or FIT, for that matter) lesbian to imprint on the person from the organization that had converted her in the first place.
And so Miranda’s conversion to lesbianism was used by Sloane to further her ends on behalf of the organization. Sloane reflected that the process was not exactly ethical, but a necessary strategy and tactic to be used during a time of war. And Pax Terra was at war with FIT.
Chapter 8
“It’s really important that the music start when the flower girl AND the ring bearer make their first walk around through the church,” the silver haired, attractive woman said to the prissy looking man wearing a perfectly tailored Savile Row charcoal gray suit. They were accompanied by a somewhat plain looking twenty-something mousy looking girl holding a clipboard and a beautiful blonde in a white tennis top and skirt.
“Mom, I know that this is your moment to shine, but really, simpler is better, don’t you think?” The blonde looked as though she was a witness to an auto wreck.
“I’ll handle this, dear, you just continue to look beautiful, and you and Matthew will get through this in perfect order.”
The blonde rolled her eyes. “Okay. Look, I’ve got a tennis date with Brenda, then Matt and I are going to dinner. And you know mom, it’s not too late for us to just elope – it could save you and dad a lot of money…”
“Money is hardly an issue here, Grace,” the woman said haughtily. “This is a wedding of global importance, or do you not read the papers and watch Bloomberg?”
“Whatever, mom,” the blonde replied. “Call me if you need me for anything.”
“There is one thing,” the middle aged woman replied. “The baker is going to have to make a few last minute changes to the cake. Can you stop by and taste to see that it’s alright? That’s a good girl.”
“O-kay,” the girl enunciated under her breath, trying not to roll her eyes. In her mother’s eyes, she’d always be a dumb little girl, in spite of her undergrad degree from Penn and her MBA from Wharton. Shaking her head slightly, she walked out of the church and returned to the convertible where her friend Brenda waited, wearing a matching tennis outfit.
“Hey, we’ve got to take a side trip before going to the club, okay? Got to go check with the cake baker – very important business!”
Brenda laughed. “Did your mother run out of flunkies to handle this glitch?” She absent-mindedly toyed with her pixie cut black hair.
“She’s been fussing like mad over everything, and especially over the damn cake,” Grace fumed. “I’d like to stick her face in it.”
“That reminds me – are you and Matt going to do that ‘threaten to smash cake in each other’s face’ thing? I think that’s a good real life IQ test.”
“No way. Matt’s a good guy – normal, likes guy stuff just enough and isn’t clingy, he’s got no problem with me having time to myself. We both think that you don’t give up your own life when you get married. He’s the right guy for me.”
Brenda looked at Grace. “You’re sure?”
Grace looked back at her as she drove. “Yeah, I am. Now navigate me over to Adams Bakery. It’s in Chestnut Hill.”
Chapter 9
“Hi, you must be Grace Burch,” the plump blonde said. “I’m Miranda. I recognize you from your picture in the papers. I’d shake your hand, but you can see…” She held up her flour covered hands.
“No problem,” the cute blonde in tennis skirt and top laughed. “This is my friend Brenda. We’ve been delegated by my mother, the illustrious Dora Burch, to make certain that the cake recipe is absolutely perfect…”
“Yes – and I really, really appreciate you coming here, I know you have a very busy schedule – we had to make a few minor changes because of supply issues, the war in Zantania is making it difficult to get certain spices…”
“Yeah, sure,” Grace said, thinking to herself that ‘Zantania’ sounded like bullshit, but whatever. The plump baker seemed nice enough and the faster they checked this item off her mother’s list the better for everybody.
“Okay, my assistant has everything ready for your tasting, Sloane, would you bring it in?”
A cute young brunette rolled in a cart with several slices of iced cake on plates and a small tumbler of water with lemon slices in it, and several glasses.
“Here you go, ma’am,” the brunette said. She stood by as Miranda explained that Grace would need to cleanse her palate with water before trying the cake, to taste it perfectly. When Grace gestured for her friend Brenda to also take a glass, Miranda started, then looked at her assistant.
The assistant quickly said, “There’s plenty enough water, ma’am,” and Miranda relaxed. Grace and Brenda took several swallows of water and swished it around in their mouths, then looked expectantly at Miranda.
“We’re ready,” said Brenda, giggling a little. Grace looked at her, and dug her elbow into Brenda’s side slightly.
“Behave!” she hissed, and then both girls giggled. The two swayed a little drunkenly, as Sloane presented them with small slices of the white cake and frosting.
“We used a bit more cinnamon, lemon peel and a touch of anise,” Miranda said.
Grace did a spit take, spraying small bits of white cake over the floor, and looked into Brenda’s eyes. “Anus? ANUS?” she giggled. “You TOUCHED SOME ANUS?” Brenda collapsed laughing, the two completely out of control, while Betty and Miranda looked at each other perplexedly.
“Is everything alright?” ventured Miranda timidly. The two young girls stood red-faced, wiping tears of laughter from their cheeks.
“Yes…the cake tastes great, but for the love of god, please don’t put any anus in it…my mother will have a fit!” The two girls collapsed again, and Sloane suggested that she could be of assistance.
“Could I drive you back to the church, or wherever you wanted to go? I think you might have a little reaction to some gluten, it could make it unsafe for you to drive…”
“Could you, dear?” Grace said. “Although I’m sure we’ll be fine in a few minutes, we shouldn’t take any chances, I suppose.”
Sloane smiled, and said, “it would be my pleasure.” She caught the car keys that Grace threw her and began walking out. She paused at the door to look back – the two girls had their eyes fixed on Sloane’s ass, and were whispering to each other.
“Coming?” she said.
“Oh my god,” exclaimed Brenda. “I think I am.” The two quickly caught up with Sloane and the three girls walked on, arm in arm. Sloane had given the two the maximum safe dose of the Pax Terra virus, as the stronger the concentration, the quicker it worked, and the stronger the ties the converted would have. It had the side effect of making them a little tipsy, too.
“I guess we’ll all have to sit in front – you don’t have any rear,” Sloane said, grinning. There was no reason not to take every opportunity to get these two focused on sex until she could get them alone with her.
“You’re a hot little piece, aren’t you, Sloane?” said Grace, slurring her words as though drunk or high – which she was, to a certain degree.
“I just had to volunteer to take you girls home,” Sloane said. “When I saw how sexy and hot you are in those tennis outfits, I just had to get to know you.”
“That’s nice, but Grace is getting married soon,” Brenda slurred. Sloane leaned over and kissed Grace’s cheek as she sat between the other women, while her left hand caressed one of Brenda’s breasts.
“Well, what her husband never finds out isn’t going to hurt her, is it?” Sloane said. “Why don’t you two make each other more comfortable, while I drive us to my place.”
Chapter 10
Just as Sloane had hoped, the ball had started rolling by the time she got to the Pax Terra safe house, usually used for exactly the purpose she had in mind – reinforcement of a convert’s new interest in other women. The two cute girls were giggling, kissing and caressing when Sloane pulled the car into the attached garage.
“You two are so sweet together,” Sloane said. “Let’s go relax in the house.” After being dosed with the Pax virus, the two girls were susceptible to her suggestions, as well as being highly receptive to an eroticized situation with other females, and went with her willingly. Sloane noticed that Grace had her hand on Brenda’s pert ass under her brief skirt.
When they entered the living room, Sloane said, “Grace, why don’t you make Brenda more comfortable. That skirt and blouse must be so hot.” This in spite of the skirt barely covering Brenda’s ass, and her blouse being a sleeveless pullover.
But the two girls eagerly complied, falling into a warm embrace with Brenda’s arms around Grace’s neck and Grace’s arms comfortably around Brenda’s lower back, hands resting on her butt, kissing familiarly.
Grace moved her hands up to Brenda’s hips, pulling her blouse out of the waistband of Brenda’s skirt. Brenda cooperated by raising her arms up, and the blouse slipped up easily, leaving Brenda in her white sports bra, her hard nipples making small bumps in the fabric. Grace smiled and leaned down, kissing her nipples through the soft cups. Brenda moaned, her hips shivering, and caressed the back of Grace’s head, stroking her long blonde hair, still in its ponytail.
Sloane knew that the two women had budgeted several hours for tennis, so the three of them could take as much time as they liked for the mutual seductions. Grace nuzzled and mouthed Brenda’s sweet, small breasts, the fabric of the bra wetting from her saliva.
“God, Grace,” Brenda moaned. “That feels so good…” Grace looked up at Brenda, their eyes connecting and both women shivered as they hugged again, Grace’s face now nestled in the crook of Brenda’s jaw, and moving up to her ear and along her hairline, nuzzling and licking her as Brenda moaned with pleasure.
“You taste so good,” Grace whispered, her voice muffled by Brenda’s hair. “I want to taste the rest of you, too.” She sunk to her knees in front of the black haired girl, her nose against her skirt, then lifting it to look at the gusset of Brenda’s panties.
“God, so beautiful,” she moaned. Sloane could see the dark line of moisture bisecting her panties, as Grace leaned forward pressing her nose against the wet fabric, then her tongue. “Mmm,” the blonde sighed, her ponytail bobbing up and down as she worked her tongue over it.
Sloane slipped her hand down inside her baker’s white pants, stroking over her pink clit, then deep inside her wet slit, enjoying the heat of her own body and excitement. Then she withdrew her wet fingers, stroking along her plump, warm labia, loving the feel of friction over her sensitive nerve endings there. It was difficult to stay focused on the two randy women in front of her while she masturbated, but the sight of two beautiful young women making love was too wondrous to miss.
Grace placed her hands under Brenda’s skirt, on the waistband of her thick, white panties and pulled them down to her mid thigh, revealing Brenda’s completely bare pussy, her labia and clit large and reddish, glistening with her inner generated moisture.
“Lick it,” Brenda whispered. “Eat my pussy…oh god, now!” Her hips shuddered, a clear sign to Sloane that the brunette had just cum – was still cumming, as a matter of fact. Grace had wasted no time pressing her nose deep into Brenda’s wet slit, then withdrew to take her labia between her teeth as her tongue lapped at both labia and slit.
Sloane noticed that Grace had her right hand between her legs, under her own skirt, caressing her vulva as she lapped at her girlfriend’s sopping wet pussy, and her left hand around Brenda’s hip, her fingers deep inside the girl’s cute ass cleft, simultaneously exploring Brenda’s dark butt hole with a finger while pulling her hips closer to her face.
Brenda was moaning wildly, her panties slowly working their way down her legs as her legs moved spasmodically, freeing her thighs to separate farther apart, giving Grace greater access to her abundant, fragrant and moist charms.
Sloane continued playing with herself, cumming to several hot orgasms, then decided to involve herself with the two writhing women, intensely curious about their taste and smell. She walked up to Brenda and kissed her softly on the lips. Brenda’s eyes fluttered open, her eyes wild, and reacted, kissing Sloane back fervently, gasping into Sloane’s mouth. their tongues excitedly dancing together.
Sloane felt Grace’s hand moving up her leg and fumbling at the snap at her waist. She reached down to help Grace undo her pants, the loose white fabric dropping off the cute brunette Pax agent’s hips almost immediately. Grace moaned when she saw that Sloane – who had every reason to foresee this outcome to events – wasn’t wearing any panties, her pussy so adorably cute and wet for her feasting pleasure.
Grace placed her hand over Sloane’s pussy, relishing her heat there, her fingers caressing and massaging Sloane’s smooth skin and tight, narrow slit – which nonetheless betrayed itself with a warm droplet of her feminine cream at the bottom of the opening. Grace deliberately caressed along Sloane’s labia with her nails, and teasing along her entrance, picking up a thin coating of her lube to ease her caresses and avoid irritation. It was a practiced move – this was apparently not the first pussy Grace had ever touched in a sexual way.
Sloane spoke. “I have a big, comfortable bed that we can play in…let’s.” The other two smiled in assent, as Brenda helped Grace to her feet, kissing her warmly and already removing Grace’s top, skirt and panties as they moved to the bedroom. The trail of clothes there was amusing to all three of the heated women. By the time they reached the bed, Brenda’s bra and Sloane’s white baker’s work shirt were gone, leaving all three delightfully naked and soon in each other’s arms.
Brenda and Sloane began with Grace, with Sloane licking her way up Grace’s naked body, licking and sucking on her toes, then the soles of her feet until she giggled, as Brenda set her plump ass cheeks on Grace’s face, Grace’s nose just above her ass hole, her tongue avidly licking the girl’s hot, sweaty dirt hole, squealing as she felt Grace tongue fuck her dark hole.
As Grace licked her BFF’s ass, Brenda leaned down and sucked on Grace’s breasts, her pink nipples hard under Brenda’s tongue. Sloane worked her way up Grace’s legs, licking the insides of the girl’s muscular and toned thighs until she reached her wet and steamy snatch, with just a tiny strip of hair above it, covering her pussy with her mouth and tongue fucking her gooey opening, hot, slick and juicy under her oral teasing.
Grace’s orgasms radiated throughout her body, her moans muffled by Brenda’s full ass cheeks, but still quite noticeable, spurring on the other two to torment her to even greater heights. Grace soon begged for release, her body torn by levels of pleasure that she’d never experienced with Matthew.
Sloane was next, with Brenda placing her wet, dripping pussy on Sloane’s ready mouth, and Grace using a vibrator and butt plug that she’d found in a bedside drawer on Sloane. Sloane’s orgasms were magnificent, a dozen in a long, long and almost endless line of orgasms that she had, and would, enjoy with other females.
Then Sloane and Grace fucked Brenda with a dildo they also found, and Sloane left the two girls in each other’s arms to come down from their sapphic highs. After letting them sleep for a half hour, the three showered together, reprising the pussy and ass licking from bed, along with more attention to each other’s breasts and nipples, and kissing gently among all three.
After they had dried and dressed, Sloane sat the two girls down to explain what had just happened, and why. The girls listened attentively, holding hands, and when Sloane asked if there were any questions, and for their feelings about their new points of view, the two went on for some time telling her. Then Sloane asked Grace something that had been weighing on her mind, and Grace responded with three words.
Sloane looked at her disbelieving, and then broke out in relieved laughter.
Chapter 11
“I’m so happy they invited us to the wedding,” said Beth, resplendent in a Lhuillier emerald cocktail dress. “This ceremony is beautiful, and Grace is adorable in her wedding gown. Matthew must be so proud.”
“He doesn’t have any reason to think otherwise,” replied Sloane, sitting beside her partner in the church pew. “He’ll never find out that Grace isn’t exactly straight, if we’re lucky.”
“And what was so funny after you and she and Brenda fucked – and doesn’t she look nice, too…” Beth looked inquiringly at Sloane in her Apogeo column dress in black.
“I’m really not supposed to tell anyone…but I suppose you are the exception. You know how stressed out I was over turning a bride into a theoretically man hating lesbian just before her wedding day, right?” Sloane looked into her partner’s adorable green eyes.
“Yes…you worried over it a lot…and then you said that you had a duty…so?”
“So…it turns out that Grace wasn’t exactly straight before I met her,” Sloane said. “She was fucking Brenda.”
“I thought those two were kind of close,” Beth said. “So, she was a lesbian already.”
“No, not that,” Sloane said. “When I told Grace and Brenda what had been done to both of them, Grace exclaimed, ‘But I’m bi!’ She was bi – is bi – and maybe she’ll always be bi. But Brenda was gay.”
“So that means, um, that um, Grace didn’t get converted? And if Brenda was gay, she’s still gay…but is she a converted gay?” Beth said slowly.
“Bisexual girls can’t be converted,” Sloane said. “It’s one of the first things that Pax teaches its agents. And as such, can’t be trusted…but FIT wouldn’t ever be able to convert or trust her either and we have the advantage because while bi girls can’t be converted by the virus, they can and do really enjoy lesbian sex a lot more after being infected. Grace hasn’t gotten over how fantastic sex with Brenda and I was the afternoon after I gave them the solution – a super extra strong version, I might add.”
“And Brenda?” Beth said.
“Well, that’s the best part for us at Pax. You were converted from straight, as was I, but when gay girls are converted – which sort of sounds like bringing coals to Newcastle – besides having their sexual receptors permanently altered and heightened, they’re also intensely loyal to the group that converted them. Brenda loves us and Grace, and Grace loves Brenda…and Matthew.”
“So Pax Terra gets a Grace who’s the next best thing to loyal to us-” Beth said.
“-and is even more likely to be a good wife to Matthew, keeping their family, and influence, strong,” Sloane finished. “And Grace still gets to play with Brenda…and us.”
“I beg your pardon?” Beth asked.
“Um, I had to promise that Brenda and Grace could play with the two of us, you and me, occasionally,” Sloane said, smiling.
“You’re so thoughtful, thank you baby,” Beth said, giving her partner a lingering kiss on the cheek. “I love weddings.”
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