Strap-on

Chris and Charlene crawled into bed with the naked Babs. They kissed each other and rubbed their tits against Babs' face. As their kissing intensified, so did their fondling of Babs.

All the stimulation stirred Babs to consciousness. She was delighted to have tits shoved in her face and women's fingers caressing her body. She had completely given herself over to sapphic love. The thought of men no longer aroused her. In fact, her previous desire for cocks didn't merely diminish, it vanished and was replaced with loathing. Even her escapade with Kenny and Connie ceased to exist in her memories.

Pussy and tits and women's asses filled the void. Kissing women and fondling their tits supplanted any recollection of male companionship.

Babs sucked the nipples before her. She nibbled with abandon. A deep repressed moan of pleasure rose from the very depths of her soul.

And then suddenly the luscious tits parted and abandoned her.

Chris and Charlene hopped of the bed.

"No," Babs cried. "Come back!" she pleaded. The she saw Liz standing at the foot of the bed without a stitch of clothing except for a thickly veined strap-on protruding from her crotch.

"I don't want no cock in me," Babs shrieked as she tried to get out of bed.

Chris and Charlene held her down.

"You'll want mine, Bitch," Liz said as she impaled Babs soaking wet cunt with her attached dildo.

Chris and Charlene each recalled their first experience with Liz's lesbo maker. They squirmed as they felt ther very lasy shred of heterosexuality leave Babs mind and body.

Two thrusts was all it took for Babs to start responding and fucking back. It was a record. Chris and Charlene both lasted until the fifth one before absolute conversion.

Chris and Charlene let go of Babs' arms.

Babs wrapped her arms around Liz and French kissed her. She started to cum immediately. She screamed and groaned but did not let go of Liz. She shoved her ass and cunt to meet every thrust Liz offered her.

Babs came again. And again.

Charlene held a small brown bottle of poppers underneath Babs' nose.

Babs' entire body shuddered and shivered as she came a fourth time and then a fifth.

"Say 'fuck men'," Liz demanded.

"Fuck men!" Babs shouted without hesitation.

"Cocks disgust me, say it!" Liz demanded.

"Cocks disgust me," Babs said in complete newfound conviction.

"I love women, repeat it!" Lis demanded.

"Oh God, I love WOMEN," Babs shouted as she came a sixth glorious time.

"Liz is my mistress," Liz said.

"Liz is my mistress," Babs repeated without being told to.

"I love being Liz's ****," Liz whispered close to Babs' ear.

"I really do LOVE being Liz's ****," Babs gushed.

"I will fuck whoever Liz tells me to," Liz grunted with a final deep thrust inside Babs.

"Yes, I will fuck whoever, whenever, however you tell me to. Just don't stop!" Babs pleaded.

"Eat out these two bitches," Liz commanded as she withdrew the strap=on from Babs' cunt with a loud, sloppy wet pop.

Babs' head dove between Charlene's legs as Chris sidled up next to her. It was as if it was instinct now. Babs licked and nibbled and kissed their pussies. Switching from one to the other as she fingered herself raw.

Finally Charlene flipped Babs on her back to eat her out. Babs continued to gobble Chris' cunt. Then Liz joined the fun.

The four of them rolled around on Babs' marriage bed for the rest of the afternoon.

Liz introduced various sex toys for everyone to try. She was also telling Babs she had to get tattoos and piercings to which Babs obediently agreed. Liz attacked nipple clamps onto Babs who put up no resistance.

They licked and sucked each other tits, asses, and pussies with an occasional dildo slipping in and out. Their kisses were deep and sloppy.