A Maid for the Maiden Chapter 1
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.
Copyright 2022 B. Jones, all rights reserved.
A Maid for the Maiden -1-
Genevieve McAllister, 33, attended the funeral of her late husband and comforted the mourners. He had died after a 2-year bout with testicular cancer, and he left his affairs in good order. He passed all his life insurance, bank accounts and investments to his wife. There was a small fleet of moving things: cars, motorcycles, boats. She sold two of his cars to end up with a Lexus and a late model F-150 Ford pickup. Although she had a business degree and could handle most of the details of Frank's estate, she wound up selling the four rental properties. She would, for now, keep the house and the vacation home. During his illness she had not worked, but now that he was gone, she wanted to find some meaning in work.
The McAllister's had no children. It turned out, after an ongoing medical intervention, that Frank was sterile. They had decided against adoption.
One of the first things she wanted to do was find a full-time maid and a part-time chef. She turned to Discreet Domestics, an agency in the LA area, for help. According to her circle, they could find the right girls for her, the best girls. She would be bonded / insured and have an actual resume. Her other requirement that the women she hired be gay too. You see, Genevieve was gay. And not very deep in the closet at that. Her and Frank had come to an understanding. They both needed each other; for cover of their gayness. But now that Frank was gone, she felt free to live the life she loved completely out.
She wanted to find just the right Latina for her full-time maid and half-time chef. So that meant talking to quite a few talented women. She was quite patient: the selection was going to be her new family and she was ready to pay up to get the right women.
A beautiful and svelte twenty-three-year-old maid was sent to her by Discreet Domestics. Carmen was a gorgeous girl with all the references. "How did I get her? There must be something wrong, somewhere," she wondered. But the more she dug into the situation, the more evident that Carmen was who she claimed to be: a hardworking and upright first generation immigrant. Genevieve could not have been more satisfied.
Carmen sported the perma-tan that 90% of Latina's have and that Genevieve loved. A rich caramel coloring, all-over she guessed. In the interview she stated that she was gay and that that was a requirement.
"Don't worry, Ms. McAllister," said Carmen. "I am proudly gay too."
"I see," said Genevieve. "Are you in a committed relationship?"
"No, I live at home with my mother," said Carmen. "It's just the two of us, and my mother is gay too. I'm taking my time as far as the dating is concerned."
"Sounds good. Your resume looks very strong: you've even got an associate degree in English Literature, which was my major in college," said Genevieve. "We could have some interesting discussions here and there.
Your references have absolutely all checked out. So, the work week is Tuesday through Saturday, with Sunday and Monday off. I do quite a bit of entertaining, so I'd ask that you show some flexibility around work schedule. You'll work 6-hour days but be paid for 8-hours. You'll start at $20 an hour but, if you're still with me in six weeks, I'll move it to $25 an hour. Carmen, I'm offering the position to you. What do you think?"
"Mrs. McAllister, I would be honored to work for you," said Carmen. "When can I start?"
"Tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.," said Genevieve. "I'll get with the agency, and they'll handle the money. You will get social security and benefits including major medical and dental. One more thing. My fifty-seven-year-old mother is going to move in with me. She is in good health and yes, she's gay too. She works full time, so you won't see much of her during the day. She is easy to be around, and easy on the eyes, so to speak. You'll see."
"Not a problem," said Carmen. "Tu familia es my familia. I'm looking forward to meeting you mother."
"Bueno. As far as your wardrobe, we'll be visiting Uniform, the store downtown on Second Street," said Genevieve. "I'll go with you, and we'll want choose together four uniforms: two for every day, and two for those special evenings when you and I will host some gorgeous women. We'll have no problem finding some things that will look good on you."
"OK, so why don't you follow me, and I'll show you the guest room," said Genevieve as she walked to the back of the house. "In case you ever need to sleep over...there's a beautiful bed, a big closet and a good-sized bathroom with shower. Use the dresser too for your own personal things. I want you to feel at home here."
*****
The next day at 1:00ish Genevieve and Carmen drove downtown to Uniform. "You see, I wasn't able to get a fabulous girl like you when I was married. We had help, of course, but Frank, for some reason, always chose the drill sergeant sort of woman to be our maid. I don't know who he mistrusted: me or him. I think we'll have a lot of fun though, you, and I."
"I think so too, Mrs. McAllister," said Carmen. She had a good feeling about this gig.
"Please, when were alone, just call me Genevieve."
"I like that," said Carmen. "It's such a classy name. Genevieve!"
"Why thank you Carmen," said Genevieve. "Your name is too: very classy name for a very classy girl."
Carmen blushed, though you could not see it, what with her bronze skin and gorgeous brown eyes. But she felt a tingle in her groin, too. "This woman is too nice to me. I better not blow it," Carmen thought.
*****
"OK, here we are. I believe you know what you'll look good in, but I'll give the final approval. There is no problem with the cost. And, honey, you'd look good in a grocery bag, you're that beautiful. Go ahead and pick some things that you'll be excited to wear."
Carmen let out a belly laugh. "Oh Genevieve, you're killing me."
Carmen quickly picked her everyday uniform and took it to the dressing room to make sure of the fit. She tried on a size four, and, although her boobs had a tight fit, the girls were happy with the size. They liked it so much that Genevieve said, "Why don't you get three of them."
She got the same kind, more of a one-piece tunic with white collar and white trim around the short sleeves. They chose three different shades: light blue candy stripe, light lavender candy stripe, and a solid gray one (in case there would be some 'dirty work.' They were both happy with the selection, and Genevieve let her know that there would be a budget for "upgrades."
While Carmen tried them on, Genevieve was "all smiles" as she witnessed her personal goddess in her lacy white bra and panties shing on her toned bronze body. "God," she thought. "She is amazing...better than advertised."
She had a tingle too. Could she be falling for her? She leered at Carmen, and Carmen knew, and her soaked pussy did too, they would be in bed together soon.
Next were the French maid uniforms. Together they decided to go for the traditional styles which included the small white apron and a cute white "hat". They got some accessories, including some thigh high stockings and some patent leather shoes, and walked out of Uniform with five outfits. They bonded while at the store; Genevieve was even more appreciative of Carmen's feminine beauty on the car ride home.
"My friends are going to really get off at the next Tea Party girlfriend," said Genevieve. "You know that don't you. You have a beauty that shines in your eyes. Will you be ready for them to touch you, to show you their appreciation of your beauty?"
"I can handle it," said Carmen. "But tell me, how far does it go? It sounds like they might want to get me in bed?"
**
"That's really what a Tea Party is," said Genevieve. "Have you been to one before?"**
"God yes," said Carmen. "I went to high school in LA, so I've been to several and even hosted a couple. The American girls are so, excuse my French, fucking randy."
"You can tease the women a little, but they'll expect you and I to rock their world," said Genevieve. "Don't forget, I'll be right there with you, and it will just happen. You'll be the star. The three women I'm having over next Friday are not shy. You'll have a great time. Be confident in your beauty and your charm."
"Thank you, dear Genevieve," said Carmen. "You do too. Beauty and charm. I hope your ex appreciated it, while he was alive. You're oozing it from every pore of your body."
"Oh my, are we going to have a great relationship, my dear," said Genevieve. "Compliments are going to get you a long way in this life. But yes, he appreciated me. Although, really, he appreciated men more."
*****
Next Friday couldn't come fast enough for the horny pair. Of course, they found time every day to fuck. Carmen was a true pleaser, but she took so much pleasure in Genevieve's body. They both used strapons, making their partner cum with vaginal and anal fucking. But, come Thursday night, they decided that that would abstain until the party. Carmen really wanted to fuck Genevieve and told her so during a spontaneous make out session (that Genevieve initiated).
"Oh, mi amor, how about just a little session," said Carmen. "I've got to feel you inside of me. Pretty please, with sugar on top."
"I do too," said Genevieve. "I can't stand your walking around here in the form fitting maid's uniform. You look so hot. I can only imagine you in the skimpy French maid outfit, all dolled up with makeup and perfume. You're so damn cute and way too sexy. But, no, we said we would save the French maid for the party."
"OK mi amor," said Carmen. "Whatever you say."
"You are going to blow them away tomorrow tonight," said Genevieve. "Just remember, be yourself. If someone wants something, just get it for them. But really, you're not there to serve. Just hang around us, go out to the kitchen, come back to the den. Float my dear, just float."
"Floating, like a butterfly," said Carmen.
"Exactly, like a butterfly. At some point I'll ask you to sit down with us talk about yourself...and make it as sexy as you have with me. At that point come in and join the party. Pull up a chair; you're one of us. Whatever happens, just go with the flow. The women are all loving beauties. In fact, they're my besties. Can you do that for me? For you?"
"I will not sleep tonight, dreaming about tomorrow," said Carmen. "I can and will do it."
*****
The next night Carmen tried on both French maid uniforms and decided on the one in the traditional look. She adjusted the small white apron and even put on the tiny white hat on her full head of black hair, using a bobby pin.
"Oh, I'm so cute," she said aloud, softly. "How will they resist my charms? Hmmm." She answered her own question, "They won't baby, they won't!"
The doorbell rang even though her Apple watch said 8:50. "My, they're anxious to see the new maid," said Carmen to herself. Genevieve was going to answer the door and get everyone seated. Carmen would make her appearance at 9:15.
She got on her computer and to read some stories on Nifty.org, her favorite web site. She found "Janice Does Her Maid" and re-read it for the third time. She heard muffled voices from another room.
"C'mon, just do her Janice, fuck that cunt," she said to herself. She jilled herself hypnotically.
Halfway through the article she was in a dream state, with her fingers exploring her cunt. She had a nice cum, rubbing steadily her freshly shaven mons. She was so wound up, so horny for the three women she had never met.
The clock read 9:12, just enough time for a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up. She heard some talking and laughter, and at 9:15 she stepped into the den to dead silence.
What she saw in that moment was the stare of four delectable thirty-something baes. Sandra's mouth was hanging wide open, and the the others, including her Genevieve, smiled wantonly.
"This, ladies, is Carmen Rodriguez," said Genevieve, softly. "The newest addition to my household. She has been quite the upgrade since the last maid. What say you?"
"Genie, where did you find her?" shrieked Adriana. "She's drop dead gorgeous!"
"God damn you girl, you hit the jackpot," said Susanne, loudly. "I'm jealous as hell."
"What the fuck Genie," swore Sandra. "I know who I'm calling for backup the next time my Juanita is sick."
She was right at home with Genevieve's baes. For 30 minutes they talked about everything, and she sat on Genevieve's lap. She looked so doable in her French maid's outfit, her breasts riding up high.
"Like so many Latinas," Carmen explained. "I was raped when I was younger by my cousin when I was still living in Mexico. But he did me a favor, really. I haven't touched another man since then. We moved to Southern California the next year and I forgot about boys and their smells, yuck. The chicas, both the American and the Latinas, were the ones I felt at home with. My mom got me a vibe and a strapon for my fourteenth birthday and I learned to satisfy myself."
"I had an abortion following the rape," said Carmen. "It was a little boy. I mean, I didn't look at it, but they told me when I asked. At least it wasn't a precious little girl." She thought the women would be put off by too much by oversharing and teared up a little. Instead, they really warmed up to her."
"That's beautiful that you shared that," said Adriana. "It's a wonderful thing, abortion. We've pretty much all had one or two. It's a spiritual thing for many women."
Carmen spoke perfect English with only a hint of an accent. She held the women in her thrall. They had many questions for her, but she answered them all with great confidence.
"OK, I knew you guys would be curious about Carmen," said Genevieve. "But honestly, let's move the evening along. How about a break, and when we come back in Carmen will be the focus of our attention."
"It had better be a short break," said Adriana. "I'm feeling you, Carmen."
"Me too," said the three other women. They all went out to the deck to smoke.
"Leave it to Genevieve," said Sandra, as she lit up one of Adriana's cigarettes. "I mean, that girl is just so fine. Hmmm." She exhaled the smoke and relaxed in a chaise lounge.
Meanwhile Carmen and Genevieve repaired to the kitchen to get some waters for everyone. Without asking, Carmen got a Sharpie and put everyone's name on a bottle. Genevieve noticed the thoughtful act.
"You were wonderful in there, mi amor," said Genevieve, "Come here darling." Carmen looked a little shy as the two locked lips. Carmen found her ass, Genevieve's perfect ass. It was such a horny kiss, their hands exploring each other's body.
Carmen was so sweet: the only thing she had the slightest concern about was how she was going to entertain the four ladies. However, she shouldn't have been concerned. They were there to entertain her, to welcome her.
It turned out that they worshipped the ground she trod...it was four on one, and she laughed and cried and entered it so completely. By the end, she had cum so many times she literally lost count. Six, or seven?
She thought for a minute this must be like having a baby; in fact, one of the women, she thought it was Adriana, was an obstetrician. "They're all focused on my pussy. Is something coming out?" Her cum was a river to be drunk and played in by the four women.
It was a communal gathering of witches, every one of them so attuned to her needs. Fucking her so good she didn't want it to stop. They entered her with their tongues, they entered her with their fingers. They all were overcome with passion, looking into her eyes as they tribbed her. The pleasure was something so real, so tangible.
They took turns at her vagina, her portal, each licking and loving it and laughing as they went. Genevieve went last, much to the delight of her baes. She was in another world as the chief witch, Genie to them, was going crazy on her, licking, slurping all around her cunt. One bae cradled her head, the other two on each side, kissing her mouth and her tits and feeling her and loving her. She was on the coffee table with the women around her, ministering to her every need. If she wanted a pillow, they got it. If she required a drink, they provided it. They talked to her like a peer, and she loved it.
Carmen said, "I am never going to leave this woman, you women, as long as I live." They all nodded their approval, for that was fine with the vixens. They knew that they had reached into her mind and expunged the last traces of thought of men. They never referred to them; they just loved her and loved making love to her like only women can. At one point she blacked out, yet they kept going, eating her slippery cunt and cumming themselves.
"Oh look, she's out," said Genie. "Just keep going baes, keep making her cum and her cream flow." And that they did for another ten minutes. Carmen woke up to four beautiful girls loving and making love to her.
The four broke into two pairs and left her recovering and totally fucked. There were only four, but it was an all-out orgy, with strapons for all. Genie loved getting fucked, and Adriana was all over her with a big strapon. Susan got on her knees and Sandra fucked her wildly before trading places.
Later, the four came together to double-team Carmen. Genie was the one to fuck her pussy, and Adriana did her asshole. They moved slowly, purposefully. The other two loved her, one on her left and one on her right. They were all talking again, urging the newest member of their coven to greater and greater orgasms.
She was one lucky girl. It was so good, the best sex they'd ever had. She was the precious sacrifice to their god Baphomet. She dreamt of him as she lay on the table. He/she was kind, welcoming Carmen to the life. She saw herself before the god, naked. She didn't understand what he/she was saying but it was so kind and life-giving. He had a gift for her: self-control. For the rest of her life, she would have domination over her urges for food, drink, and talk.
When she awoke, she looked at the women and knew they had met him/her too: they were all slender models of moderation except in one area- sex. She asked for a cigarette, and smoked it outside on the deck, the first one of her life. She knew what it was like, though, to inhale. She smoked grass from time to time, even with Genie.
The women joined her, everyone on the deck smoking, relaxing, naked. None of them talking about what they had just gone through, but each of them knowing in her heart how fucking great it was to be a Sapphic. She fell asleep. They all fell asleep.
When she finally woke up, she noted the time: 12:30. They'd made love for more than three hours. "So, this is it," Carmen thought. "I don't feel different, but I know that I am. I don't even want to flirt with Manuel and Michael anymore. Maybe I did it for the power I felt, unconsciously, it gave me over them. I haven't left home, but I'm home. Here with Genevieve."
Genevieve was staring at her when she turned and yawned. They two were in the kitchen together.
"What? Did I...did I do something wrong," Carmen said.
"No, my dear. Let's see the women out, and then go to bed, together," said Genevieve softly. "OK?"
"Yes," said Carmen. "More than OK."
*****
The two got to work. Genevieve made the coffee and Carmen put out some cookies and some fruit. Carmen knew she loved making coffee for her friends. It was 1:00 am and they had gathered their stuff and gotten dressed and were assembling around the kitchen island.
"Do any of you have an early morning?" said Genevieve, pouring five cups of coffee.
"Nah," said Susanne.
"God no," said Adriana.
"I've got a date with my chaise lounge by the pool," said Sandra. "I want to savor this night for a while." She said this as she took a little sip of her coffee. "I don't know. It's 1:15 in the morning and I should be dead, especially after the sex. But I've never felt more alive. It's all because of you dear." She squeezed Carmen.
"Me too," the four of the women said together, and laughed uproariously.
*****
Genevieve ushered them out the door after giving them a big kiss. Carmen gave them a big kiss too. They all whispered in her ear before they left, and basically told her, "Welcome to our coven." Carmen nodded her smiling assent.
Carmen followed Genevieve through the front door as the others drove off. She grabbed Genevieve's arm and turned her for a kiss.
"Did I do OK," said Carmen.
"You were...great," said Genevieve. "From now on you are a full member of our little group. OK?"
"Yes, a thousand times yes," said Carmen.
"Ten years is a big difference in age, but I want you to be my wife. I've seen everything I need to see. Please Carmen, will you marry me?"
Carmen was shocked, but she found her footing and squeaked, "I don't know what to say, except 'yes'."
"I haven't met your mother, but she can come and live with us," said Genevieve. "She can sell her place and move in with us. How does that sound?"
"Oh my God, really?"
"I'm looking for a cook, a chef," said Genevieve. "She can cook, right? And she can participate in the life. She would like that, no? Her friends will be my friends, her family, my family. I will pay her for the cooking too."
Carmen leaped into Genevieve's arms and kissed her deeply. "She would love that, and she would love you and your mom," Carmen said. Genevieve carried her to the bedroom.
"As soon as the agency deal is final (after they have made their money in the first six months) we'll inform them of the situation," said Genevieve. "At that point I think an attractive allowance like $20 a day is appropriate for both you and your mother. It will just go into your bank accounts. We don't want too much cash laying around here. Plus, of course, all expenses you'll incur, I'll pick up until you're a working girl.
"What does incur mean?" said Carmen.
"Money you have to pay for big expenses: school, car. If school is $2000, we incur that expense, and for now, I'll pay it. In case you're worried about it, the money your mom makes off the sale of her house goes into her checking or savings account. Oh, and I forgot to ask. You do want to continue college and get your degree, right?"
"God yes," said Carmen. "I start at Marymount in the fall. It was going to be night courses, but now that we're getting married, I'll be able to go full time and get my degree faster. Truthfully, night courses are a drag."
"Really? Loyola Marymount?" said Genevieve. "What was your GPA in High School."
"It was 3.8," said Carmen.
"My God, that beats mine," said Genevieve, and she hugged and kissed her. "I can't believe you; you're a princess. Any other surprises for me? I can't wait to meet your mother?"
"Oh well. I'll find something I beat you in!" said Genevieve. They both laughed a belly laugh of pure joy.
*****
"Carmen, darling, there is a sweet girl from my work who is going to come over Thursday," said Genevieve. "She is supposedly straight, but I really like her, and I'm sure that she's ready. To turn. She'll be here by 4:00. Can you come, and lend me an assist? You know what to do."
"It sounds fun," said Carmen. "I'll just be getting back from class then."
"That's fine. She's the oldest child, and she's a 'very good girl,' if you know what I mean," said Genevieve with a lascivious smile. "I've told her I'm gay and married to a beautiful woman. She wants to know what it's like, the gay piece, the gay marriage piece."
"What time again, love?" said Carmen.
"About 4:00," said Genevieve. "She says her parents are 'smothering her' with religion and all that nonsense. Let's see if we can give her a taste of the life. Her name is Aria, and she's a junior and pretty good at field hockey." Genevieve winked at Carmen, who immediately stepped in for a kiss.
*****
"Come in, Aria, and welcome to my home," said Genevieve on that following Thursday. "My wife should be home soon. Can I interest you in some snacks and something to drink?"
"That sounds great," said Aria. There wasn't a sound as Genevieve got the drinks together. She was watching the beautiful girl, imagining her nude. Imagining her and Carmen fucking her, imagining her mother crying to no avail when she hears the news about her daughter turning lesbian.
"So, tell me, darling, why did you want to meet with me," said Genevieve.
"Well, it's about my...sexuality. Last year a girl, a junior, kissed me," said Aria. "I wasn't ready for it then. Now I believe I am. I did identify as straight, but now I don't know. Guys are so aggressive. I can't stand it. I had to run for help when a guy insisted on fucking me on the first date two weeks ago."
"I am really sorry for that," said Genevieve. "I had a similar situation when I was a few years younger than you. I swore then that I was done with men. But how did you like it? The kiss."
"I was so nervous," said Aria. "I think it may have turned her off a bit. The girl is a senior and a lesbian, but she still wants me. She goes out of her way to make eye contact with me. But I liked kissing her. So soft, so cushiony, if you know what I mean."
"I do," said Genevieve. "The first time I kissed Carmen was like heaven for me. "Her lips were so pillowy. I was floating."
"But I mean, I'll break my parent's hearts when you know, I come out," said Aria. "They don't say much, but I know they hate gays and lesbians. They think they're ruining this country."
"Aww, do they really? Or are they just afraid of the unknown," said Genevieve. "Anyway, it's your life darling. You must do what you want, you know, eating pussy. Or you'll be miserable until you do."
"Here she is now," said Genevieve, as Carmen made her appearance. "Aria, this is Carmen, my wife. Carmen, this is Aria. She's an intern at the office and she had stopped over to seek our advice on her situation. Why don't you join us on the sofa here."
Carmen knew the drill. She got on the other side of Ari.
"You must have all kinds of boys and girls seeking your company," said Carmen. "You're so pretty."
"Boys, I can do without after a week ago Monday," said Aria. "But girls? I'm just now getting comfortable with the idea of girls."
"You're so beautiful, if you don't mind my saying that," said Genevieve. She put her hand on Aria thigh. As they talked, she began to steadily move it up towards her pussy. Aria was holding a small pillow against her tummy.
"It feels so good to hear that from you," said Aria. "You're both like models."
"Oh, it's just us, Gen and Carmen," said Carmen. "Two women who love each other." Carmen saw a wink from Gen and put her index finger on the far side of Aria's mouth and turned her mouth, confidently, for a kiss. Aria seemed very comfortable kissing Carmen. They were really mashing, their toungues looked like fish making love.
Meanwhile, Gen moved her hand up to Aria's hot pussy, feeling it under her panties. She was shaved, and Gen loved that. Gen found her pussy sopping wet. Her cunt felt like a bowl of hot wet noodles. Hmmm. "Oh my God, she's so ready," she thought to herself.
While Aria kissed Carmen, Gen removed her skirt. She sat and looked at her panties briefly, maroon panties with a little bow on top. "Oh my. So pretty, what a pretty pussy." Gen cried. It seemed to spur Aria on, and her hands found Carmen's breasts.
There was the wetness, spread out from her pussy, and Gen bowed to slurp it through the panties while the two girls up above were kissing madly. She removed her panties with a little help from Aria who did not stop for even a second in kissing and mauling Carmen's tits.
Carmen moved to the armrest of the sofa and Aria moved with her. Aria twisted so that her back was on the couch and then attached her mouth to Carmen's luscious and swampy cunt. It was the first pussy she'd ever sucked, but it sure didn't seem that way to the women. Aria was really into Carmen, and she realized what she was missing, what all the lesbian claimed was the life changing moment for them. It was for her, too.
Gen adjusted her position so that her knees were on the sofa and her mouth was on Aria's clit. She inserted one finger deep in her pussy where she felt resistance.
"My, a virgin," said Gen to herself. "But not for long. A little surprise for her religious parents." She began by patting the pussy lightly, as if it were her pet. She then inserted two fingers and began to jill her. Her pussy bloomed for her, the labia puffy and off to the side. The pussy gaping, welcoming the thrusting fingers.
"She could take more, but two is fine for her right now," Genevieve thought.
Meanwhile Aria's mouth was fucking Carmen like a veteran. She was coming at the cunt from every possible angle, and it was beautiful to behold. Carmen had slid off the armrest and knelt above Aria's hungry mouth. Genevieve looked up and saw the glorious little lesbian fucking her partner. She smiled with approval at Carmen.
"Ooh, Carmen, she's a natural cunt lover," said Genie. "She really knows what she's doing. Give it to her Carmen. That's it." Carmen started gyrating her pussy all around while holding her head, especially going north-south so that Aria would be exposed to her ass. Aria began to randomly stick her large tongue in the the crinkly round eye, and much to her delight found it tasted and smelled good.
Carmen's eyes were closed, her face so relaxed. She was mauling her own breasts, which had grown to a C-cup since her marriage to Genevieve. Kissing them, nibbling them. They were all shiny with her mouth's moisture.
Gen had been munching Aria's pussy, drinking her nectar. She paused, and asked Aria if she could take her maidenhood, "You will want it done, soon I'd think. By someone you trust."
"Oh God, I trust you two. Yes, please, do it," said the nascent lesbian.
"OK, I'll be right back," said Genevieve. She got up from the sofa and pranced to their bedroom. She retrieved her eight-inch Pride dildo; it was in the second drawer of her nightstand, already sterilized.
Carmen noted that it was the big one, set aside by the two lovers for just this sort of thing. Aria was a strapping lass, and she would have no problem taking all of it.
Genevieve put some lube in and around Aria's pussy and then lubed up the dildo.
"Such a pretty pussy, my dear," said Genevieve. She gave Aria's cunt two little pats with her right hand. Aria mewled an affectionate response. "So nice, and so big."
Genie leaned forward to kiss Aria, who had to detach from Carmen's clit momentarily.
"You are ready," said Gen, quietly. "Your so wet and creamy. It'll go great. You'll feel a little bite, then it will go away. Then you'll be home free, a lesbian who'll fully enjoy women. Go ahead and keep licking Carmen, darling." She kissed her aggressively.
"Ahhh, I trust you, Gen," said Aria after the kiss. "I'm ready."
Gen entered Aria's portal, letting her new lover get used to the girth. Carmen's eyes were open at half-mast, her mouth hanging in a lecherous smile. She nodded to Gen, who had put Aria's legs on her chest. They were so in-synch.
Genie looked at Aria who was just attaching herself to Carmen. "Wow, they really like each other. That's good."
Then, she leaned forward and pushed firmly to the bottom of Aria's channel. Aria took her mouth off Carmen's pussy momentarily and cried out,
"Fuck it stings. Ahh," cried Aria. "But it feels so good. It hurts, but it feels wonderful. Oh, thank you..."
Gen and Carmen let out a sharp, brief laugh. Gen stayed inside Aria for a while, fully penetrated. Then all three girls resumed their lovemaking.
"Fuck, she's the easiest virgin ever," thought Genevieve. "So prepared for it; I hope she comes back."
Aria was close to cumming and Carmen too from the relentless onslaught of Aria's big tongue on Carmen's pussy and her ass. Yes, her ass. The newbie patted her the side of her ass like a pro, and Carmen got the message. She swung down to the sofa and grabbed her knees, making her crinkle a better target for Aria. Oohhh, how she loved anal, and she always had the best cums.
Aria had gotten Carmen to warm up to the idea with the middle finger of her left hand. Once she found Carmen's hole, she wasn't going to let it go. Aria loved the taste and smell, well aware of its primary function. So kinky! She rolled her tongue into a sharp, pointy object and went deep inside Carmen, going in and out and around that tight passage. It was milky smooth, and Aria couldn't get enough of it. And she loved the taste, the smell. So earthy.
Carmen was thrashing and almost fell off the sofa before she squirted her thanks. Yes, she squirted, and half of her clear gel landed on Aria's face. Aria knew she had done good and was rewarded with Carmen's essence as she came. She loved the experience of wiping it off, slowly tasting it (and finding that it was Ohh, so good).
"Atta girl," said Genie. "Makin' 'em cum for 'ya. Just like the doctor ordered. And get a beautiful facial in the process. Now we're talking."
But she was beginning to cum too, and she began to meet Gen halfway on her non-stop assault on the once-virgin pussy.
"Shit, she's a keeper hun," said an exhausted Carmen. "The way she went after my pussy, then my ass. Shit." Carmen rolled away, temporarily exhausted.
"How do you like them compliments, girlfriend," said Genie. "I'll bet you don't hear a lot of that around your house, huh? We know a true lesbian when we see one."
"Hell no, it's so raw and so good," said Aria.
Thawack**, thwack, thwack. Genie's crotch met Aria's ass, drilling the newbie's cunt with the colorful dildo.**
"I'm cumming," said Aria. "Thank you, Ohh, thank you. I'm cumming hard, Ohhhh, Ahhhh."
Genie kept after her, picking up her pace slightly.
"Ohhhh, I'm there, I've cum for you," said Aria, as she collapsed next to Carmen. She didn't squirt, but her pussy was completely soaked with her and Genies fluids. Her body still going through orgasmic convulsions as she relaxed into the afterglow. Genie pulled out and fell next to her on the sofa, her right hand playing with her beautiful hair.
"Just one thing my beautiful lesbian princess," said Genie. "You came for you, darling, only for you. We all own our orgasms. You were a star today, a dream girl for Carmen and me. So responsive, like a veteran."
"Fuck yeah, what she said," grunted Carmen.
They rested for a few minutes and Carmen got them three water bottles and wrote their names on them.
"Now, why don't you get on the sofa, with your head up and lick me to orgasm like you did Carmen," said Genie, taking a big pull of water. "I'll kneel over your beautiful mouth, baby."
"Hmmm," Aria said. "Another pussy to eat. I'll never grow hungry. Bring it on."
Carmen took her place at Aria's pussy, completing the train. Carmen thought, "Man, she tastes good. Just like Genie and she's only seventeen."
Genie was soon grinding away on Aria's face. She held her head with her right hand and rocked back and forth. She thought Aria was a veteran pussy licker; that's how much Aria impressed her.
"Do me baby," said Genevieve. "C'mon my cunt is feeling you, big girl. I want to get it, just like you bad girls did." Aria was 5' 10' of svelte, muscular teen. She was soon rocking Genie's world with her big tongue.
"Get it?" said Aria.
"Get the thing we all want," said Genie. "The next orgasm. The best thing for stress." She chuckled a bit at 'stress.'
"Oh my God, Carmen I know what you mean now," Genie said. Aria was, in a way, motorboating Genie with her incessant mewling. The vibrations from her pussy rocked her were such a turn-on for Genie."
Aria kept on her, fucking like a pro. Gen was so stimulated that she had an explosive cum and coated Aria with her cum; it spayed everywhere but plenty ended up in Aria's hair and on her face. Aria was next to orgasm.
As soon as she saw Genie looking to the heavens (and giving thanks), Carmen stuck her middle finger up Aria's perfect asshole. She came, seeing multi-colored stars, and holding Gen in a thrall of orgasmic delights.
The three girls collapsed in a pile of arms and legs on the sofa.
Genie found herself behind Aria, spooning, petting her hair. After a while, Gen spoke, "Do you like it here? I mean, me and Carmen, the way we love each other?" Aria's hair was long and blonde and lustrous, a reward for Genie.
"It's better, so much better than I thought it would be," said Aria. "It's kind of magical. And perfect. I hope I did OK."
"Oh, my baby darling, you were, what's the word, staggering," said Genie. "I can't get it out of my mind. "And I think Carmen really likes you."
"Me? Little old me?" said Aria.
"Yes, my dear," said Gen. "I can tell when Carmen's going through the motions. Isn't that right, Carmen. She was really into you."
"Oh yeah," said Carmen. "She's on fire, and you set us on fire, baby."
"Fuck," said Aria. "I'm such a newbie."
"That may be, but you're ready for my girlfriends. Isn't that right, Carmen."
"You're so ready," said Carmen. "Adriana and the others will love her."
"Do you want to come over in a couple Fridays from now? We'll have our girlfriends here for our monthly girl's night," said Genie. "It will be a sex party. It's just this, on steroids. You get to watch the other girls fuck while you fuck; it's such a turn-on. But it's not for everyone."
"No, I want to be there," said Aria. "I'm sort of speechless, but that sounds wonderful. I didn't realize what it was all about. But I know one thing for sure. I'm never going to be alone with another boy."
"I think you should come; you'll be right at home, here, in my house," said Carmen. "There will be about twelve girls, including our moms. There is even another high school babe that will be joining us. It will be our little surprise for you."
"This thing, lesbianism, it's glorious," said Aria.
"Yes, it is," said Carmen, smiling.
Adriana had turned a high school junior recently, and the girl was a hottie, and the girl was eager. Adriana had known of the little get together with Aria at Genie's place and mentioned it to Madeline. She went to Aria's high school, and yes, she knew Aria and loved her.
Aria's eyes shined. She was all in on whatever her new besties would have planned. She knew in her heart that she was lesbian now. She knew her mom suspected the change; she schemed a couple ways she could bring mother into this life. It was her dad that she would need to stay closeted for.
"What's the girl's name?" said Aria. "Do I know her?"
"Madeline Jones," said Genie. "She knows you and thinks, if I may quote her, your 'so hot'."
"Maddie, just like that," said Aria. "A girl from my classes who is gay and very hot and who thinks the same of me. We'll fuck for sure. I'm blown away. By the way, I need to get a strapon. Where do you buy those, Amazon?"
"Please take this with you; it's yours. Take it and cherish the memories," said Genevieve. "We have more."
"Do you guys have any cigarettes? I dunno. I really want one right now."
Carmen laughed softly. She looked at Genevieve, who was smiling, and said, "Why don't we put some clothes on and go out to the deck? I think you'll find what you're looking for. I'll get some snacks."
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