Bedding The Babysitter 3

The rest of the morning was a blur of the surreal. Teachers gave me peculiar looks, girls gave me jealous glares and boys gave me horny stares. The attention was so strange after a lifetime of being a nobody that lived on the fringes of the school hierarchy.

I liked it---it was exhilarating.

I hated it---it was awkward.

I loved it---it was addictive.

All these feelings overwhelmed me. It was great to be noticed, yet I quickly resented being seen as an object. In History class I noticed Wilson, a kid who was a poster boy for nerds, gawking at my legs. I don't know why I did it, but I looked at him and winked seductively. He blushed and looked away. I felt a perverse joy from embarrassing him and from being stared at.

Lunchtime finally arrived and I quickly and eagerly, like a puppy looking for his master, went to find Karen. She was at her locker with Ashley, who towered over me. Unlike Sabrina who looked down at me, Ashley was very nice to me. She said, "Hi Jenny, you are in my History class right?"

I smiled, happy that she knew who I was, and responded, "Yes."

"What is your essay topic on?" she asked.

"The rights of women in third-world countries," I replied.

"Are you a feminist?" she asked.

Karen laughed and said, ¡¥Trust me; she is not a feminist, although she does have an appetite for women." I went red I'm sure as Ashley gave a confused look. Karen handed me her lunch and we went to the cafeteria. I looked over at my usual outsider table and waved to Sally and my other friend Eleanor. They gave an awkward wave back as they attempted to figure out why I was now a PomPom girl.

During lunch I was asked to get dessert for all three of the captains and was lambasted by Sabrina when there was no strawberry jello so I got her cherry instead. She said, "PomPom, how useless are you? I asked for strawberry; is this strawberry?"

"No," I responded explaining, "They were out of strawberry so I got you cherry."

She looked at Karen, greatly perturbed and said, "Really? Why her?"

Karen didn't defend me, just responded, "Oh, she has very special talents. Trust me." I blushed; worried that she may announce my special talents to the group. But she didn't.

The table of cheerleaders talked about the upcoming Valentine's Dance; what they were wearing and who was taking them. The conversations were hard to follow as it seemed ten girls were all talking at once, while myself and the other four PomPoms, all freshman by the way, listened intently. As the bell rang, I walked Karen to her class and then I headed to Advanced Calculus class, which I suppose really did showcase why I was a geek. I love numbers.

I arrived in class and took my usual seat at a table, in-between Sally and Eleanor. I had been dreading this all lunch hour, what was I going to say to the two of them. I couldn't tell them I was a lesbian and that Karen was my mistress, and I had never once in my life even given the slightest notion I wanted to be a cheerleader, and of course no grade 12 just suddenly, part way through the school year, decided to become a cheerleader. So I had to come up with a lie. I sat down and said, "Hi girls."

They both said hi back and both seemed too nervous to ask the question they were assumedly dying to ask. So I began as I asked, "I guess you are probably wondering how I ended up being a PomPom?"

Sally, the sarcastic one, responded, "I assumed you lost a bet."

I gave a chuckle and said, "Funny. No, I went shopping at a store where Karen Pepper works and before I knew it she asked if I wanted to be a PomPom. I was so flattered I said yes and then on Sunday I panicked. What if she is setting me up to embarrass me? I decided to not do it, but she showed up at my house this morning and ta-da here I am."

They both looked at me as if I was an alien speaking in some intergalatical language. Finally Eleanor asked shyly, "So you want to be a cheerleader?"

Thinking of Karen's advice I responded, "Yes, I do."

"Oh," Eleanor said, almost speechless.

Sally added, "Well it does make you look s...," she paused for a long time before rewording and finishing "prettier."

I think she wanted to say sexier, which instantly made me wonder if she was a lesbian. But that thought quickly faded as Mr. Hermanson began class. The class ended and I surprised myself and Sally by giving her a squeeze on the leg and saying, "Later ladies." I then rushed again to find Karen and went with her to the one class I had with her, Advanced English.

On the walk there Karen asked, "So, how has your day been, what with living in the spotlight and all?"

"Great," I responded, which was partly true and partly a lie. It was great in that as I enjoyed the looks, mostly, but it wasn't all great as I balanced my new found popularity with the fact that I was only popular because I was dressed differently and not because of who I was as a person.

"Good to hear," Karen said and then informed me, "By the way, the first rumour about you has already hit gossip alley."

"W-w-what?" I stuttered, fearing what she would say next.

"Supposedly, you slept with a couple basketball players in return for the privilege to be a PomPom."

"No," I said, tears already forming in my eyes.

Karen rubbed my back gently as she explained, "Oh Jenny, get used to it. How many rumours have you heard about me?"

I thought about it and realized I had heard many from she blew off quarterback Aiden Smith before every game, to she had slept with the hot gym teacher Mr. Parker, to she was in rehab this past summer for drug and alcohol abuse. "Lots," I answered honestly.

"And trust me; almost none of them are true; we are the celebrities at the high school. And rumours are like the tabloids, they feed the masses information regardless of its truth. People want to live vicariously through us."

I considered her explanation as I said, "But people will think I am a slut."

"True, but at least people will know who you are," she said.

At this moment, Troy Sparks, a 6 foot 3 black basketball player, walked over to us and said, "Hi Karen, Hi Jenny."

I blushed; stunned that Troy Sparks had any clue who I was. I didn't hear the next part of the conversation, but they both looked at me waiting for a response. "Sorry, what?" I asked like a confused idiot.

Troy asked again, "Are you going to the Valentine's Dance?"

"Oh, no, I don't go to dances," I began, until I saw Karen shaking her head yes, so I quickly recovered and said with a sly smile on my face "but there is always a first time for everything."

Troy, all confident, informed me, "Great, so you will be my date?"

A slight gasp escaped my lips as I realized he was asking me to be his date at a dance. I wanted to say no but looked at Karen who was shaking her head yes. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, I said, "Sounds great."

The warning bell signalling class would begin in a minute rang and Troy said, "Great, I'll be in contact," and headed to whatever class he had.

I stood there stunned as Karen grabbed my hand and said, "Geez you really are turning into a whore."

This brought me back to reality and we got to class just as the bell rang. Now all the other teachers noticed my new look, as they all gave a questioning glance or two, but none said anything. But that changed as soon as I walked into Miss Morgan's advanced English class. Miss Morgan gave me her usual bright smile but this time said, "Wow, Jenny you are a PomPom girl?"

"Yes ma'am," I responded politely.

"That is a real surprise," she said, then added, "Although you look adorable in your new outfit." I blushed and my pussy leaked just a smidge as I got such a compliment from a teacher I had spent many late nights fantasizing about. Miss Morgan is a first year teacher and easily one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She has hypnotic ocean blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, large breasts that she does not hide with the tight sweaters she usually wears, and long luscious legs that are always showed off in pantyhose (although deep down I hoped they were stockings or thigh highs). Her smile always made me melt and her voice, so sweet and innocent, was the icing on an already perfect cupcake.

I got out with a mutter, "Thank you," and sat down in my front row seat. I didn't know at first if it was a coincidence or not, but it seemed to me that Miss Morgan would often take a glimpse of my legs. By the end of the class I was convinced I was right as the looks came often enough that it could no longer be just coincidence. As she talked about Langston Hughes and how he was a voice of a minority, I tuned out and wondered if Miss Morgan was a lesbian. I had to close my legs tight as to not get too excited and desperately attempted to listen to her lecture.

Just before the bell was to ring she gave us a brief assignment; Miss Morgan explained, "We are all a minority in some way. Some of you come from a minority racial background, some of you have unique family situations, and some of you may be insecure about something." She paused before finishing, "So your assignment, due tomorrow, is to write a poem, in the style of Langston Hughes, in other words simplistic in word usage, but deep in message, about being a minority. Get personal, get passionate, dig deep to find how you are a minority in this class, this school, this city, this country or this world."

Someone asked how long and she said, "This is poetry, the length is irrelevant, write until the message shines through. You are dismissed." She sat on top of her desk and watched as we got ready to leave. She then said, "Jenny, can you please stay for a minute?"

"Sure, Miss Morgan," I responded, both eager to hear what she had to say and scared of what she may discover.

As the class dispersed, she said, "I would like you to write about this whole PomPom situation."

"Excuse me?" I asked confused.

"Well, you are a minority of one. I don't think any grade 12 has ever been a PomPom before, have they?"

"I don't think so," I responded.

"Well then, it is done," she said and stood up and went to her desk.

"Thanks Miss Morgan," I said politely and began to leave. As I was at the door I looked back, and she was still watching me. So unlike me, I gave her a wink and a smile; she instantly put her head down, but I was now pretty convinced Miss Morgan was a lesbian or at least girl curious.

After I left, I was instantly confronted by Karen who said, "Miss Morgan was so into you."

I blushed and said, "She did seem to be checking me out."

"Checking you out? She wanted to have you for supper," Karen announced.

"Well that may be extreme," I said.

"We may just have to have you seduce her," Karen concluded as we headed for the gym. Others quickly joined us, so the conversation would have to wait. The next two hours were insane. I had never put a second of thought into what cheerleaders do. I had never considered them athletes or skilled, but after watching one practice, my whole respect for them changed.

My whole body ached fifteen minutes in and that was just from the stretching. Miss Hopkins, the cheerleading coach, was a slave driver and a complete bitch. She was a perfectly fit, black woman, in her early thirties I would guess, who was pretty much Sue from Glee if you have ever watched it. She yelled, she criticized, and she humiliated all of us. Sweat poured off my whole body by the time the workout was done. The last hour was cheer after cheer and dance move after dance move. I learned I had no memory for the cheers, but I actually caught on to the dances pretty quickly. When practice ended, I was pleasantly surprised to get what I assume passes as a compliment in Miss Hopkins world as she said, "Jenny, you don't suck as much as I assumed you would."

"Um thanks," I responded, but she had already begun walking away. I showered and changed and was then asked by Sabrina to give her a neck massage, which she criticized the whole time. I was not massaging hard enough and then I was massaging too hard. I could never get it just right for her. She finally got up and said to me in a condescending tone, "You will never be a real cheerleader." She then walked away.

On the drive home Karen said, "Sabrina will come around. She is not one to accept change or any threat to her perceived power. And she sees you as a threat."

"Why?" I asked, stunned.

"Don't you see? You are a diamond in the rough."

"What?"

"You are smart, cute, sexy, sweet, and I have taken a liking to you," she said, her right hand dropping to my leg. "In other words, she feels like you may replace her." She then paused as she moved her hand up my leg and under my skirt. "And she should be worried, because she is right; I hate that bitch."

I gave a soft moan as her finger touched my pussy over my underwear as she drove. As she reached my house she said, "So I think we are going to test a theory tomorrow."

"What theory?" I asked.

"That Miss Morgan is a dyke," she blurted out, her finger tracing my pussy lips through my underwear.

"How so?" I moaned.

"Wear a pair of heels and throughout class tomorrow, dangle your shoe. Let it fall to the floor. I will watch to see her reactions," she said as she formulated the plan, her finger still teasing my now extremely damp pussy.

I finally said, "Please stop or I will cum."

"So?" she teased.

"Mistress Megan said we can't."

"She would never know," she whispered her finger putting pressure on my clit.

"But I could never lie to her," I whimpered.

"Suit yourself," Karen said and withdrew her hand from under my skirt. I was disappointed and relieved as I got ready to leave. "What are you going to write your poem about?"

"Miss Morgan asked me to write it about how I became a PomPom girl," I said.

"Fuck off," Karen said shocked.

"Seriously, but I have no idea what to write."

"This is perfect," Karen said enthusiastically.

"How so?" I asked.

"You will write a poem in which you come out to her," Karen said confidently.

"What?" I said horrified.

" If she is a dyke, this will be a perfect play."

"For what?" I asked freaking out inside.

"For you to fuck her," Karen said casually.

"You want me to fuck Miss Morgan?" I asked.

"Don't you?" she asked back.

I paused for a long time, knowing deep down I would love to pleasure Miss Morgan, before I answered shyly, "Yes."

Karen responded, "Jenny, you need to stop being so insecure and shy. You are a PomPom girl now. You are in. Be aggressive, be confident."

"OK," I said rather unconvincingly.

Karen's tone dripped with frustration as she said, "Now tell me what you want to do to Miss Morgan?"

I responded after a few seconds, "I want to eat her pussy."

"Well, that is a bit better, but be more aggressive," she said.

I contemplated this for a bit before finally releasing my real feelings as I said, "I want to eat her pussy until she cums all over my slut face and then I want her to fuck my pussy till I cum like the little dyke I am. I want to be under her desk licking her cunt as she has a parent interview with my Mom. I want her to share me with the entire girl teaching staff in the school. I want to be her lez whore."

Karen's mouth dropped a little as she said, "Well, there we go; I knew you had it in you."

I looked at my watch and said I should get inside.

"OK," Karen said.

I said, "Goodbye, Mistress Karen."

Karen leaned in and kissed me. The kiss sent electric shocks throughout my whole body as it was so unexpected and tender. She parted my lips with her tongue and we French kissed for a couple of minutes. She then broke the kiss and said, "I will pick you up tomorrow at the same time."

"Ok," I said.

The night was uneventful, as I tried not to think of tomorrow; that said, writing my poem was difficult and frightening, yet when it was done, I felt relieved; it seemed to wash away any insecurities or doubts I had. I was a lesbian and that was not going to change...although I was still not ready to reveal such news to my mother. In case you are curious, here is the poem...

ACCEPTANCE: FINDING MY WAY

Have you ever
Wondered
Who
You
Are
?
I
Have
Every
Single
Day
Felt
Shame
For
My
Sexuality
Hid
It
Deep
Down
Inside
I
Was
A
Wallflower
Always
On
The
Outside
Looking
In
But...
That
All
Changed
When
She
Found
Me
That
Day
When
She
Kissed
Me
Gently
When
I
Fell
To
My
Knees
Desperate
To
Please
Her
Between
Her
Stocking
Covered
Legs
I

Accepted
Who
I
Was
As
I
Extended
My
Tongue
I
Had
A
Loving
Mistress
And
I
Would
Become
The
Perfect
Submissive
Obedient
Lesbian
Slave...

TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4th: A Power Shift

I woke up excited, knowing that tonight was a special night with Mistress Megan and that I probably would be able to cum¡Kif I didn't soon I might just explode. I wore my PomPom Outfit, red thigh thighs which I thought were really hot, since we have red as a school colour, and hip as I will definitely stand out. As instructed by Mistress Karen, I also wore heels. The only pair I owned were a lame pair with a tiny one inch heel. I was waiting by the door and as soon as Karen pulled up I rushed out of the house, before Mom could see today's outfit.

The look on Karen's face was indescribable as she saw the red stockings. She said flattering me, "Wow that is fucking hot. I have got to get some of those." Her hand moved to my leg to touch the silk fabric.

"Thanks," I responded, very happy to please her, "I thought you would like them."

"Your shoes, on the other hand," she said with disapproval, "Have got to go."

"It is all I have," I said with a sigh.

"What size are you?" Karen asked, "A six?"

"Yes," I said back.

"We have the same size," she said, as she started driving and did a u-turn. "We are going back to my place."

She started driving and asked how the poem went. I read it to her and she gasped as it got dirtier as I read it. "Wow," she said amazed, "That is hot. You really are turning into a sex machine, aren't you?"

I shrugged and said, "It seems so."

We arrived at Karen's mansion, I assumed she was rich and now that assumption became a fact. She said, "Wait here," and went inside. She came out a couple of minutes later with a pair of three inch pumps. She handed them to me and said, "Put these on."

I took them and put them on as Karen drove us to school. As I got out of the car I realized I had never had three inch heels on before. I almost stumbled twice early, but then got the hang of it. As we entered the school I got even more looks than yesterday. The red stockings I wore stood out so much that everyone who saw them seemed to do a double take. When we arrived at Karen's locker Sabrina shook her head in disgust and said, "Jenny, could you look like a bigger slut?"

Karen quickly defended me when she said, "Tomorrow we will all be wearing red stockings, it is a brilliant idea. Secondly, calling Jenny a slut is a bit ironic, don't you think?" Karen glared at Sabrina, who was seething, but said nothing in response to being called a slut by the head cheerleader.

Ashley came up behind me and said, "Wow, Jenny, red stockings are a great idea. Why didn't any of us think about this?"

I turned around and said, "Thanks. It was just a spur of the moment thing. I had a pair and thought, what the heck."

"Well good call," Ashley said as the bell rang. The rest of the morning went by as a blur. A quiz in History, a lot of strange looks, a few boys drooling; a couple of girls even seemed to be giving me special attention. While yesterday I was conflicted by this new popularity, it was now becoming addictive. I was beginning to like the looks, even though I knew they really were nothing about the real me. Sally and Eleanor were even more baffled by my appearance today; based on the expressions on their faces. They did not know how to react to my new look.

I met Karen at her locker to head into Miss Morgan's Advanced English class. As we walked to class, Karen instructed me, "Remember, be confident. In your mind every boy here wants to fuck you and every girl wants to eat you." As we entered class, she added, "Including teachers."

Miss Morgan's expression seemed to change the second she saw me. I walked up to her, confident on the outside, an insecure mess on the inside, as I handed her my poem and said seductively, or at least I was trying for seductive, "Here is my poem. I think you will really enjoy it." I then turned around and sat at my desk.

Miss Morgan began to read my poem, and her face went redder and redder as she read each well chosen word. When she finished, she looked at me and saw I was staring at her and quickly looked away and put the assignment on her desk. As class began I could tell she was trying not to look at me, but I was in the front row and dead center, I was hard to miss. As instructed by Mistress Karen, I dangled my shoe and when she avoided my legs for too long, I dropped my shoe to the floor. As expected she looked down. She taught for a couple of minutes before she gave us time to work on the questions to the short story we had just read. Miss Morgan went to her desk and began marking. I looked up on a few occasions to see if she was looking my way, but did not catch her glancing at me at all. Suddenly, I realized how foolish I had been. She was not interested in me; she was just surprised and maybe concerned by my new appearance. The bell rang and I went to cheerleading practice with Karen.

Another exhausting practice, but everything seemed easier. I had the chants and cheers memorized by the end of the second day and the dance numbers were getting easier. Stamina-wise I was still weak, but I seemed to have a bit more energy than I had the day before.

On the drive home, Karen and I stopped at the mall and bought twenty-five pairs of red thigh high stockings. She also bought twenty-five black thigh high stockings which matched the trim on our cheerleading outfits and twenty white pairs, as that was all they had, which was our other school colour. Just under 400 bucks and one incredibly curious saleslady later, we were driving back home. Karen said, "So Miss Morgan is definitely a dyke?"

I shook my head as I said, "No, I don't think so. She did not look up at me the whole time she was at her desk."

"True, by then she knew I was watching her," Karen stated.

"How do you figure?" I asked curiously.

"She saw me smirking at her the couple of times she clearly had checked you out earlier in the class."

"Really?" I said, unbelieving.

"Really," she replied, "It is only a matter of time."

We arrived at my place and as soon as she stopped, she shut the car off and took her keys out. I looked at her with a slightly confused look on her face. She smiled, flipped open her phone and pressed a button. Her free hand moved to my leg as she waited a few seconds before saying, "Hi, Mom. I am going to stay for supper at Jenny's house." A brief pause ensued before she said, "Yes, the new PomPom girl. I am going to stay here tonight and work on the dance routines tonight." After another brief quiet period, Karen finished, "Yes I'll be home around ten, I have a lot to practice. Bye Mom, love you." She flipped her phone closed and said, "Well no point driving home if we are going to see Mistress Megan tonight."

"I suppose," I responded nervously.

"What's the matter?" Karen queried. "Afraid I am going to dominate you right in front of your mother?"

I blushed. "I wasn't until you said that," I said with a concerned look on my face.

She smiled with a soft laugh, "I'm kidding. We really will work on your dance routines, until seven at least." She then opened her door and got out. She went into her trunk, grabbed one package of stockings and then followed me into my house.

Mom was not home and so we went upstairs to my room. The first thing Karen did was ask, "Take my stockings off my slave."

I was slightly surprised by this; two days of friendship and no real sexual demands had relaxed me a bit. I moved to Karen, who was sitting on the edge of my bed, and deciding to be a tease, I took off her heels, and then slid my hands all the way up her left leg, slowly, ever so slowly, as Karen gave a soft moan. I reached the top of her beige thigh high stocking and began to slide it down her leg. I then gently, with such care, slowly slid the stocking off. What could take one second, took me thirty. When I looked up, Karen had her eyes closed and a pleasant smile. I moved to her right leg and massaged her stocking foot. She moaned again and I surprised her by taking her silk stocking-covered foot in my mouth. I sucked each toe into my mouth, savouring the salty sweat of her feet. I then slid my tongue up the side of her calf and up the back of her leg. My tongue never quit touching her leg as it slid up until I reached the elastic top of the thigh high.

Karen spoke for the first time in a few minutes as she said, "Fuck Jenny, you have me soaking wet."

"Sorry," I said coyly.

Karen looked at the clock, it was 5:15. "Fuck, a couple more hours at least until I can cum," Karen said, sexually frustrated.

I slid off the second stocking with as much care as I did the first. I then grabbed the stocking package and opened it. I took one red thigh high stocking and slowly put it on my beautiful mistress. As the top of the stocking wrapped around her leg, I then moved my head to her white panty covered pussy. I stopped just millimetres from her pussy, her sexual aroma breaking through the sheer underwear. I moved my mouth onto her panties for just a second and then moved away reaching for the second stocking.

"You are such a tease, slut," Karen said, her breathe a bit heavy.

I smiled, but remained silent as I slid the second red thigh high on her leg. I finished and was just moving in for a second tease when I heard the front door close. Startled, I jumped up with lightning speed. Karen sat there smiling, before standing up. "Think I could seduce your mother?" she asked casually.

"What?" I asked incredibly surprised.

"You heard me," she said and then repeated, "Think I can get your mother between my legs?"

"No way," I said confidently.

"Want to bet?"

"No," I said, worried she may try to seduce her.

Mom knocked on my door; she always respected my privacy, and I said, "Come in Mom."

Mom entered, dressed in her usual business formal, and said, "Hi girls. Good to see you again, um..."

"Karen," Karen said, and walked over to my Mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then hugged her. My Mom blushed but hugged her back awkwardly. Karen broke the hug and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I invited myself for supper so your daughter and I can work on our dance routines and then we have an extra practice at 7."

"No not at all," my mother said and then added, "I was just going to order pizza, if that is ok with you ladies."

Karen said, the double-entendre dripping in each word, "That sounds delicious."

Mom missed the flirtatious tone and asked, "What kind do you like Karen?"

"Oh, I like all kinds," Karen said, still trying to flirt, but somewhat failing.

"OK," my Mom said and added, "I'll get a Hawaiian and a double pepperoni."

"Sounds great," I said, trying to break the awkwardness of the situation.

My Mom left and, as soon as the door closed, Karen announced, "She will be easy to seduce."

"How do you figure?" I asked, not seeing it at all.

"Trust me, it will be easy," Karen said confidently. "Let's go practise in the living room."

"Why?" I asked.

"We need more space and I want to make sure your mommy gets lots of chances to watch," Karen said.

"She isn't, she won't," I tried to articulate.

Karen smiled and said, "What? She isn't a dyke, like her daughter? When was the last time she had a man here?"

I contemplated this as I said, "Not since Dad died."

Karen instantly changed her tone from aggressive to caring as she said, "Sorry, I didn't..."

"No it is ok," I said, "It was five years ago. A car accident."

"Oh, sorry," Karen said, giving me a gentle friendly hug. She held me for what seemed like an eternity. I felt so safe and comfortable inside her arms. My heart began beating faster. Finally, she let go and said, "I'm still going to try and seduce your Mom."

I don't know why, but I said, "OK."

"I'm going to have her between my legs soon," she said confidently.

I doubted she was right, but a part of me, the perverted me that I had never let out until last week, was curious. "Go for it," I egged her on.

Karen smiled, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. We practised a couple OF dance routines, my mom in and out of the room, until the pizza arrived. We ate as Mom asked a bunch of typical mother questions to Karen: What do you want to do when you graduate? Do you have a job? What do you do for fun? Etc, etc... When dinner was finished, I grabbed the dishes as Mom and Karen went to the living room to watch the news. My Mom always watches the news. I put the few dishes in the dishwasher, grabbed a glass of water and returned to the living room. I held in a gasp, barely, as Karen was giving my Mom a foot massage.

Karen smiled at me, massaging my Mom's stocking foot and said, "Mrs. Mom had a long day, so I asked if she needed a foot massage."

My Mom gave me a slightly awkward smile as she said, "And Karen was so nice to offer."

I sat down on a chair and watched the news, taking a glimpse at the couch. Karen switched feet and kept massaging. Finally after fifteen minutes, the time now 6:45, Karen said, "Sorry to stop Mrs. Wyatt, but we got to get going."

My Mom responded as she stood up, "No problem. I have to go shower anyway." She paused as she stretched, her large breasts clearly visible through her blouse, "and call me Amy."

Karen smiled, "Ok Amy, thanks for supper." She then kissed my Mom on the cheek again and gave her another hug, her hand resting half on my Mom's butt. I shook my head as Karen looked me directly in the eye and winked. Karen lingered longer than normal hug etiquette dictated before giving my mother one last kiss on the cheek.

Mom's cheeks were red as I gave my Mom a kiss on the cheek as well and said, "I'll be home by curfew Mom."

"No problem," My Mom said, "Just give me a call if you are running late."

"OK,' I said and Karen and I headed out.

As soon as the door was closed Karen asked, "So still think your Mom can't be seduced?"

I no longer was sure of anything, but said, "That was all harmless."

Karen shook her head as she said, "You'll see. I will have her eating out of my pussy in a week, two tops."

"I doubt it," I said, although I really no longer had a clue if I did doubt it.

We got in the car and drove around the block so my mother would think we had left as we said and parked. We then walked to Mistress Megan's. We knocked on the door, at 6:55, five minutes early, dressed in identical cheerleading outfits.

We waited until Mistress Megan opened the door. She opened the door, wearing a black leather skirt, black stockings, black ¡¥fuck me' boots and a red blouse. She smiled and said, "Welcome ladies, come on in."

We obediently walked in and followed Megan into her living room. Megan poured us each a glass of wine and asked, "So how are things going dear?" she asked.

"Good," I said.

"Care to expand?" she asked, taking a sip from her wine.

"Well, I have become more popular, that is for sure," I explained and then added, "And I am beginning to get more comfortable with my new look."

"I see," Megan said before asking, "And Karen, she has been a good girl?"

"Very," Karen answered, "She has been a perfect little slave."

"Neither of you has had an orgasm have you?"

"No," we both said in unison.

Megan gave an odd look before asking, "Karen, you are not lying to me, are you?"

"No," she said, avoiding eye contact.

Megan walked up to her and said, "I think you are and I don't appreciate being lied to. I will only ask one you more time. Did you have a forbidden orgasm?"

"Yes," Karen whispered, "I am so sorry Mistress, but Jenny's submission to me had me so hot that I masturbated myself to sleep last night."

"I see," Megan said and then just looked at Karen for a long time. Finally, Megan said, in a tone I had never heard escape her lips, "Don't ever lie to me again."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said.

Megan then said, "Follow me." We both did and I found myself in the room where I lost my virginity. A warmth in my body and especially my privates filled me as I reminisced about what happened in this room just a few days ago. Had it been less than a week ago? It seemed so long ago, like a distant memory, yet it was indeed only a few days ago.

Megan left her room briefly and then came back with a kitchen chair. She looked at Karen and said with authority, "Sit."

Karen obeyed and Mistress Megan grabbed her arms and tied them behind the chair. She then tied each leg to a leg of the chair. She then explained, "Karen, your punishment is to watch while I give our slave great pleasure, pleasure you would have experienced if you wouldn't have disobeyed me; pleasure that is beyond what you could ever imagine." Megan then grabbed a vibrator, turned it on full and placed it under Karen's bum. She then said sternly, "Don't you dare cum."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said, disappointedly.

Mistress Megan slid off her skirt and then grabbed a strap-on. "Jenny," she said sincerely, her sweet tender voice back, "You are so beautiful."

"Thank you," I responded, flattered.

"Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"No," I said.

Megan looked at Karen and asked, "Have you?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan."

Megan walked over and said, "Show our Jenny, how to suck a cock." Megan grabbed a stool and then stood on it, her black cock now directly in Karen's face. Karen opened her mouth and leaned forward to suck the cock. She moved back and forth taking in a couple inches and then trying to take more. This continued for a couple of minutes until Megan asked, "Jenny, do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, eager to try.

Mistress Megan walked over to me and I, without instruction, dropped to my knees and grabbed the cock with my hand. I kissed it and then opened my mouth. I engulfed the toy in my mouth and, like Karen, moved back and forth. With each stroke I attempted to take a little more in my mouth. I gagged a couple of times, but eventually got into a decent rhythm.

Megan said, "Good girl," as she pulled me up and kissed me, the stiff cock poking me just above my damp vagina. The kiss was tender and passionate. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth until she finally said, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Desperately," I responded.

She led me to the bed, assisted me out of my underwear, but kept on my whole cheerleader's uniform. She had me on all fours, facing Karen. Megan went behind me and said, "See Karen, this could have been you; getting fucked by your mistress, while your slave licked and sucked your clit. The double pleasure would have had you in a type of pleasure that you have never even imagined."

I moaned as Mistress Megan's fake cock slid into my very ready pussy.

Megan put her hands on my hips as she slowly started fucking me with the seven inch cock. She asked, "Slave Jenny, how does it feel?"

"Soooo good, Mistress Megan," I moaned honestly.

Megan began to move faster and I began to move back to meet her thrusts. "That's it my little lez, bounce back on my cock."

I eagerly obeyed, as I moved back faster, taking all seven inches inside me. The pleasure felt so good and a couple of days without orgasmic bliss had me near the brink in only a couple of minutes of fucking. I pleaded, "Mistress Megan, can I cum, I am so close."

Megan grabbed my hips, pulled me back, the cock going even deeper than I thought possible.

I whimpered ecstatically, the cock filling me so completely. She held me there and then I felt a finger at my anal entrance. She whispered, "You may cum any time you want, as long as you don't move."

I moaned, "Thank you, Mistress Megan," and stopped moving as she slid a finger inside my anus. She kept pushing forward and soon she was finger-fucking my ass. The quick pace kept me excited and nearing the brink of bliss, but not over it. Suddenly as my moaning got louder, she gave one brutal thrust with the cock, and I screamed in orgasmic surprise louder than I thought possible as I came instantly. My body shook like I was having an epileptic seizure as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced charged through my whole body. I kept repeating, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," as the sexual explosion continued to pulse, engulfing me, drowning me. Megan just held me tight, a finger still in my ass, the cock still buried to the hilt in my pussy, until my breathing slowed down and the last remnants of the orgasm were released from my body. Finally, Megan let go and I fell forward as her finger and the toy slid out of me.

She then surprised me again, flipping me over and kissing me hard. This time the kiss was heated and eager like two lovers before the apocalypse. Her breasts and mine were squished together as we made out. Her tongue danced inside my mouth, seemingly searching for something as it explored every crevice. The hardcore kissing had the chills roll through my body like an electric current, and my pussy began to fire up again. She then broke the kiss and surprised me, as she buried her head between my legs. She did something I can't even explain to my clit as she sucked it into her mouth and rolled it around her lips. A few seconds of this intense clitoris pleasure and I was writhing on the bed as a second intense orgasm quaked inside me. As my pussy juice flooded out of me, Mistress Megan kept my clit in her mouth and began pumping two fingers in my pussy. This intense joy fulfilled me for minutes as a third, fourth and fifth orgasm exploded out of me. When I finally collapsed, perspiration dripping down my forehead, Megan moved away from between my legs and looked at me. Her face glistened, completely soaked with her slave's love cum.

She pulled me up one last time. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a sweet sexy smile on her face as her tongue traced my lips, her lips barely touching mine. She teased my lips with her tongue and lips until finally she leaned in and kissed me gently. This time our kissing was soft and gentle as if we had all night to just drown inside each other's mouths. When she finally broke it, I was disappointed.

Mistress Megan then stood up and took off her cock. She then slid off her panties and sat on the edge of the bed. Megan stared directly at Karen, who I had forgotten about completely, and spread her legs. I looked at the clock, it was 8:12, and I couldn't believe it. Over an hour had flown by already; it had felt like seconds. Megan began to rub her clit as she asked, "Was that hot, Karen?"

"Yes, Mistress Megan," responded Karen, who's face was red and clearly horny from the toy underneath her and watching my sexual bliss.

"Do you want to eat your mistress's pussy?"

"Very badly, Mistress Megan," she answered.

"What will you do to make you worthy of such a treat?" Megan asked coyly.

"Anything," Karen said desperately.

"Anything?" Megan asked.

Karen then offered, "I will offer you Jenny's Mom as a slave for you."

It was Megan's turn to be surprised as she questioned, "Excuse me?"

"I will seduce Mrs. Wyatt and bring her over to your house as a gift to you," Karen offered confidently.

Megan looked back at me and said, "What do you think of this?"

I explained, "Karen thinks my Mom is a lez and that she can seduce her. I don't think that is possible."

Megan mulled this over for awhile before she said, "An interesting proposal, Karen my little disobedient slut, a very interesting offer indeed."

Karen, getting some of her confidence back, added, "I will have that bitch begging to eat me out within a week."

"Well, what can I say," Megan said, looking at me again, "Your mother is very hot and it would be handy to not have to play this babysitting charade every time I want to have you over here."

"Whatever you want," I said, like a good little submissive.

"Done," Megan said, "When you bring Amy Wyatt here, dressed in a cheerleader's outfit, wearing the same red thigh highs you two dykes are wearing, then and only then Karen will you be allowed a taste of my nectar and the pleasures that only your mistress can bring."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," Karen said, "I will have that MILF over here submitting to you soon."

"Good," Megan said, and then said, "Jenny, come and eat your mistress, I am fucking dying for an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said and quickly jumped off the bed, fell to my knees and began to pleasure my mistress. Trying to replicate what Mistress Megan had done to me, I focused on her clit, taking it into my mouth. I put pressure on it as I slid a finger into her gaping hole. I added a second finger and began pumping in and out. As her moans got louder, I pushed my face hard against her clit and pubic bone and furiously finger- fucked her. I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pulled me in deeper. Seconds later her legs tightened around my head and a flood of her cum sprayed onto my face. Her cum was so intense I felt like I was drowning in her love juice. I drank as much of her deliciousness as I could, not wanting to ever leave her pleasure shrine.

When her orgasm subsided, she lifted me up and kissed me once again. She broke the kiss and said, rather humourously, "Fuck, I taste good."

I laughed as I said, "There is no better taste in the world."

As Megan got up and grabbed a robe, she said jokingly, "I should bottle it up."

"You would make millions," I joked back.

We were both laughing, as Karen sat there still bound. Megan asked, "So Jenny, do you think Karen deserves an orgasm?"

"Yes," I said instantly.

Megan smiled, "You are too nice."

I shrugged.

Megan moved to Karen and pulled the toy out from underneath her and, without warning, slid it inside Karen's pussy. Megan said, "Cum my slut," and Karen instantly screamed and in less than ten seconds had the orgasm that had been building up inside her the past two hours of teasing.