Turning Contest: A HIT & LICK

Crystal dropped her groceries off at home, put them away and headed back out to buy a new outfit, a tradition she began when she started turning straight girls. That said, she wasn't sure she could afford a new outfit for every turn she would likely have to make this week if she was going to win this competition.

While shopping, and doing a little flirting, but nothing to add to her turn total, she saw Portia and Veronica score turns to tie the score up five ways at three, and then as she was heading to her car with a new outfit and some new lingerie in hand, she received the most recent update.

Score at 2:32 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Jasmine: 4

Carol: 3

Crystal: 3

Portia: 3

Veronica: 3

"Fuck!" she cursed a little too loud, getting a few looks from other shoppers in the parking lot just as she had late this morning in the grocery store when she'd felt compelled to blurt out the same thing. This contest was becoming way more intense than she'd anticipated, and it was getting to her more than she'd like. She'd figured a turn a day plus the odd extra would be enough for a victory, plus maybe a last-minute marathon turn day on Thursday to cap it off. Now, she wasn't so sure. Now, she was beginning to realize she may have to make this competition her full-time focus all week. The good news was there were no papers to grade this week, just lecturing and office periods to be available for assisting her students, so she had a fair amount of time available.

Part of her was pretty excited as she reached her SUV. This felt like she was in college again when she'd seduced thirteen girls (ten coeds, a professor, a friend's mom and a random MILF who'd thrown herself at her during a party) in a week, yet this week she wasn't sure even thirteen would be enough. God, she hoped that many or so would do the trick. She wasn't as young as she used to be.

Another part of her was excited to be in a competition again. She'd always hated to lose, those thirteen scores had earned her only second place during that sorority slut seduction week, and she hated it. This time she was determined to win.

The last part of her though, was plagued by a growing fear. What if she did lose? The stakes were high. Her daughter Kassandra was a submissive to her but only barely, the dynamics changing in the past couple of months. She'd noticed her daughter becoming more aggressive and seemed to have white girls coming over more often now and not just to hang out (which became pretty clear the other day when she overheard her daughter demanding of someone, 'Beg to eat my chocolate box, you white slut'). Crystal had never used race as the defining piece of a seduction, but when she'd confronted her daughter about bringing a white girl over for sex where the focus was on her being black, Kassandra had explained that in large part specifically because of her race, there were literally dozens of white girls at her school, plus almost as many of their moms and even a few teachers who, given the chance, would line up to service her.

This intrigued Crystal as she wondered if she could use it to her advantage during this wild turning week. Crystal had done some research online and found that her daughter's personal experience seemed far from unusual: there was a surprisingly large portion of white men and women who obsessed over black people, often wanting to submit to them. Even more surprising than there being many white women eager to service and submit to black girls (older white woman submitting to younger black girls being the most common) was the massive amount of gay and sissy porn out there where white men wanted to suck and be fucked by big, black cocks. Truth be told, her own experience with black men had rarely featured massive cocks, the biggest cock she'd ever experienced having been a white professor back in college, but online the only black cocks to be found seemed to be massively long and fat ones. Still, her wares were in a slightly different niche: how many white (or Asian or whatever) women and girls were looking to be 'blackened' by a Cougar such as herself? If her race became a selling point, she wouldn't hesitate to use it, she wanted to win!

Crystal pulled out of the parking lot. She drove two blocks, pondering how she was going to find the prospects for enough turns: there would be some at college of course, but nowadays many of the coeds had already munched cunt and were therefore ineligible. She rolled up to a red light and a second later felt her body jerked forward as she was struck from behind.

"Fuck!" she cursed yet again, looking in her mirror to see a blue van kissing the back of her SUV.

Crystal got out of the SUV and stalked back to the van, seeing two teenaged girls sitting in it. The driver was a nerdy-looking redhead and was already crying, her cell phone, obviously the cause of her distraction, still in her hand; obviously she'd been on her phone when she struck Crystal's SUV. As she reached the vehicle, the redhead rolled down her window.

The redhead, named Sally, apologized between sobs, "I'm so sorry, ma'am."

Crystal instructed her, "Never mind that for now, back up a bit and let's see the damage."

"Yes, ma'am," Sally said, doing as she was told, mortified she'd just gotten into an accident. Although she was eighteen she'd only had her licence for two weeks, as her parents hadn't thought she needed one yet. She'd begged, stressing she should get some practice in before she went to Berkeley in the fall for college (even though she wouldn't really need a car even then as she was staying in a dorm). Luckily for her (and unluckily for Crystal), her parents had finally given in.

As Crystal had expected, there was no real damage; the van had barely bumped her. Happy her SUV was fine, and the van had only a slight dent and a couple of scratches, she heard opportunity knocking.

Sally got out of the car to inspect the damage and gave a huge sigh of relief: even though she couldn't hide this damage from her parents, it was pretty minor.

Crystal asked, "Your name?"

"Sally, ma'am,"

"This your parents' van?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Will they kill you for damaging it?"

"Not physically," Sally said, wiping tears away. "But it'll be a marathon of 'I told you so's'".

Crystal nodded, "I know the type. Let's move our vehicles out of the middle of the street and into the parking lot over there and trade insurance and so forth." That said, she had no plans of doing any such thing.

"Okay," Sally said, knowing her dad would be way angrier about the insurance premiums going up than such minor damage.

Sally went back to her car and her best friend asked, "So, how bad is it?"

"Not bad."

"She doesn't seem mad," Nabisha (a Muslim name) reassured her.

"No, she was very nice, thank God," Sally agreed. "We're going to swap insurance in that parking lot."

"Oh, okay," Nabisha said, giving her own sigh of relief. Nabisha's parents were even more intense than Sally's, and if the accident was significant they'd both likely be grounded for the rest of their senior year.

Crystal pulled into the parking lot, a wicked plan spinning in her head. She had always believed in fate, and these two ripe young things just barging into her life like this, ready for the picking and having a van (e.g. a reasonably discrete location to do some licking), was perfect. She knew without a doubt that God was a female.

Once both vehicles were in the parking lot, Crystal walked over to the van and asked, "Sally, were you on your phone when you ran into me?"

"Yes Ma'am," Sally whispered, tears beginning to form again, anticipating the imposing black woman's next question.

"You know that's a crime?" Crystal continued. I knew it!

"Yes Ma'am," Sally again whispered, the tears rolling down again.

"You'll lose your license, your insurance rate will go up and you'll have to retake driver's ed," Crystal added.

"Oh, God!" Sally said, realizing the full consequence of what she had done... all because she was changing a song on apple music.

"But I think I can help you," Crystal said warmly.

"Really?" Sally asked, through her sobs.

"Yes, but the two of you will have to help me too," Crystal said.

"I'll do anything," Sally said, seeing a glimmer of hope.

"Me too," Nabisha chirped in, knowing she'd be in big trouble with her parents just for allowing it to happen, even though she'd just been a passenger. They were like that, making her responsible for everything.

"'Anything' incorporates a pretty large scope," Crystal pointed out.

"I mean anything, anything," Sally emphasized, desperate to find a way out of the mess she'd gotten herself into.

"Perfect!" Crystal exclaimed brightly before adding, "and if you two do exactly as I request, I'll have this front end fixed for you before the end of the day."

"No way, really?" Sally blurted, oblivious to the things Crystal was about to require.

"Let's get in the back of your van," Crystal suggested.

"Oh? Why?" Sally asked.

"You promised me anything," Crystal pointed out. "So we need to chat in private."

"Oh, sorry," Sally conceded, as she walked around to the other side and pulled open the rear door.

Crystal climbed in first, then Nabisha and then Sally.

Once inside Crystal said, "So I'm in the middle of a week-long contest with my friends and I need your help to win."

"What can we do?" Crystal asked.

"Well first off," Crystal instructed, "Kiss each other."

"Pardon?" Sally asked, shocked by the request, even though truth be told she had a major crush on her best friend. But a Jew and Muslim couple was not something either set of parents was ready for, double that for a lesbian relationship... plus, Nabisha had no clue about Sally's feelings and was secretly dating Joey... a secret to her parents, who had already decided who she should marry back home in Kuwait.

Nabisha was equally surprised, this was not at all what she'd imagined when she agreed 'I'll do anything'.

"Kiss," Crystal repeated, then added, reading Sally's face, "it's not like you haven't thought about it."

Sally's face went beet red at this lady's accuracy.

Nabisha also saw the busted look on Sally's face, knowing her all too well (although perhaps not, as this revelation surprised her completely) and realized that the woman's words were true.

"Now kiss," Crystal insisted for a third time.

"And you'll keep your promise about fixing the van?" Nabisha stepped in, knowing Sally was incapable of taking the lead here.

"I am a woman of my word," Crystal declared, and she was.

"It's okay, Sally," Nabisha reassured her friend, "let's just do as she asks."

"You sure?" Sally asked.

Nabisha smiled, wanting to let Sally know she was okay with it, "It goes both ways: I've thought about kissing you for a while, too."

"You have?" Sally asked, "really?" shocked at such welcome news as a rush of excitement washed through her.

"Yes," Nabisha affirmed, which wasn't exactly true, but now that the idea had been planted, she was curious and not at all opposed to the idea. She leaned toward Sally, closed her eyes and puckered her lips.

Sally's eyes went wide as her best friend, her secret crush, leaned in to kiss her. She closed her own eyes and puckered her lips just in time for her first-ever proper kiss... with the girl she'd long wanted her first kiss to be with.

Crystal smiled, enjoying watching the two teens who had obviously needed this serendipitous Cupid moment. She could play matchmaker... one reason she was a professor was because she truly loved improving the lives of young people... and also score two more turns... perhaps even teaching these two how to go from friends to lovers.

Sally melted at the first touch.

Nabisha was surprised at the softness of Sally's lips, so much softer than her boyfriend's.

The kiss started tentatively... just lips meeting.

But soon they forgot they had an audience as the shared kiss transformed their very cores. For Sally this was everything she had imagined and more; for Nabisha it was a moment where she questioned her sexuality for the first time.

Crystal indulgently allowed them to kiss for a couple minutes before she moved things along, "That's lovely you two; now I want you to take off your shirts."

The order broke the intimacy of the moment, startling the two teens back to reality. Nabisha continued to take the lead as she kept her eyes on Sally while willingly pulling her dress over her head.

Sally had seen her best friend in bra and panties before, had admired her body before, but this time was different, this time it had a different undertone: it wasn't just interesting that Nabisha had a great body, it was exciting.

Sally nervously followed her friend's lead and pulled her t-shirt over her head.

"Bras too," Crystal instructed, wondering if this was why live cams were so popular... watching these two teens get intimate live was way better than porn, although being the one pulling the strings also enhanced the excitement, as her own pussy began to tingle.

Nabisha smiled encouragingly at her nervous and trembling friend then surprised both Crystal and Sally when she reached around Sally and unclasped her bra. And again, when she leaned over and sucked Sally's hard right nipple into her mouth.

"Ooooooooh," Sally moaned, as Nabisha sucked and tugged on her nipple, the hot breath and wet tongue bringing pleasure not only to her breast but shooting it down to her pussy as well.

The black seductress slipped out of her heels, raised her skirt and began to slowly rub herself as she watched the two teens, enjoying this live command performance.

Nabisha replicated what she liked a boy doing to her breasts. She hadn't let her boyfriend fuck her yet, but she'd let him suck on her big tits and finger her. She in return had sucked him the last three times they'd made out, but when he'd begged her to finish him, she'd insisted he do it himself.

Nabisha sensed Sally's other breast might be begging for similar attention, so she bestowed her attentions on that one too.

As Sally enjoyed her friend's unexpected but most welcome advances, she looked over at the black woman who had initiated all this and saw her rubbing herself. She quickly looked away, feeling like she'd been caught staring at something she shouldn't.

Crystal smiled at the girl's sweet nervousness and after allowing Nabisha a few more seconds to properly worship both of the small breasts, ordered, "Your turn to return the favour, Sally."

Sally asked Nabisha timidly, "Is that okay?"

Nabisha unclasped her bra, let her big double D tits loose and smiled, "You better suck on them, girlfriend."

"They're so big," Sally murmured, mesmerized.

"Which is why I'll like it best if you cup them while you suck on them." Nabisha advised.

"Okay," Sally nodded, as she cupped both large breasts, so much larger than her little A cups, leaned forward and sucked a nipple into her mouth, trying to replicate what Nabisha had just done to her.

"Oh yes," Nabisha moaned, "suck on my fat tits, Sally."

Sally did, kissing, sucking and nibbling on the fat, hard nipples and soft tits, going back and forth between the two of them like following a tennis ball.

Crystal finally decided it was time to make it about her. She ordered, as she leaned back on the bench seat, "My pets, come and massage my feet."

Nabisha and Sally both topless, Sally still in jeans, moved to the floor in front of the black woman and each took a foot. Both were secretly happy this woman was ordering them to do things they otherwise wouldn't have dared to do.

After a minute, as each girl massaged a nylon-clad foot, each taking more than a few quick glances up at her commando chocolate box, Crystal said, "Watching you two together got me pretty wet. How long have you had a crush on Nabisha, Sally?"

Sally's face went red again. It was one thing to be ordered to do something, it was another to admit to having a lesbian crush on your best friend.

Nabisha urged her, "Tell her Sally. I want to know, too."

"Beginning of senior year," Sally admitted.

"Oh," Nabisha said, surprised, "that long."

"I'm sorry," Sally apologized, feeling stupid.

"Please don't be sorry," Nabisha urged as she lied again, "I've had a crush on you that long, too."

"You have?" Sally asked, surprised.

"Yes," Nabisha admitted. She was lying about for how long, but she sure had one now!

"Have either of you two ever munched on a sweet wet cunt?" Crystal asked, even though it was obvious they had both progressed just moments ago to their most adventurous point yet in lesbian experimentation.

"No," they both said in unison, Sally's face going beet red.

"But you've wanted to?" Crystal asked, as she lifted her skirt to her waist to display her dark chocolate pussy with its pink center more blatantly to both teens.

"Yes," Sally answered.

Nabisha answered, "Not until today."

Crystal smiled and said, "Nabisha, crawl between my legs. Sally, come up here and suck on my tits."

"Yes, ma'am," Nabisha obeyed, really wanting to taste the glistening wetness she could see on this exotic but cosmopolitan lady's pussy lips.

"Yes, ma'am," Sally echoed her companion, as she watched the pretty black woman remove her dress to reveal she had a large pair of tits too. God, she loved big tits, likely because hers were so small.

Sally sat on the seat beside the pretty woman and unclasped her bra as Nabisha began licking her first pussy.

Crystal moaned, "That's it, my pets," as Sally struggled to get her bra off.

Sally was distracted as she peered down between the woman's legs and watched her best friend licking pussy... something she had fantasized doing herself for a long time.

Nabisha had never put a lot of thought into the taste of a pussy. Joey had never gone down on her because of her own refusal to allow it, and until today she'd had no lesbian curiosity. That said, she was completely captivated by the surreal encounter they'd been suddenly drawn into, and equally captivated by the taste of this pussy. Unlike just about everyone she knew, she'd never liked chocolate, but this was a chocolate she could savour every day. As of this moment, she realized, her dalliance with Joey was history. She'd try to let him down gently.

Sally finally got the bra unclasped and cupped the lady's firm right breast in her hand while leaning down to suck on the large, erect nipple.

"Good girl," Crystal moaned, "suck on Momma's big, black tit." She didn't know if using the ethnic race angle would help but it certainly wouldn't hurt, so she included it just in case, even though calling herself 'Momma' felt foreign to her.

"Yes, ma'am," Sally replied, in a daze at cupping and sucking on such a beautiful pair of tits.

Crystal now had one confirmed turn since the Muslim girl was between her legs, but she wanted to log a second one too. So after about three minutes of Nabisha's licking she asked Sally, "Do you want to taste my cunt, Sally?"

"Yes ma'am, I do," Sally answered, Nabisha a little disappointed to learn her brief time between this seductive woman's legs had concluded.

"Swap places," Crystal ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," Sally repeated, her brain in obedient lust overdrive.

Nabisha reluctantly climbed up onto the seat and watched as her good, and now intimate, friend lowered herself to the floor and between Crystal's legs.

Crystal, seeing the disappointment in the Muslim's face promised, "Don't worry you sexy little Muslim minx, I'm not done with you."

"Thank you, ma'am," Nabisha nodded, relieved as she tried to figure out by Braille whose tits were bigger.

"You'll need to work out to keep these things firm when you get to my age," Crystal advised her, as she cupped the teen's breasts in return.

Sally glanced up at her friend, but then was drawn to the captivating sight of those two huge pairs of brown tits (milk chocolate and dark) so close to each other, before she looked down and stared at her first pussy up close and personal. She had secretly watched a lot of lesbian porn the past few months, her favorite being a series called Hot & Mean, where one girl took control and dominated the other. She couldn't explain it, she knew some people would tell her it was wrong, but she wanted to be dominated, forced, blackmailed and made into a submissive lesbian pussy pleaser. And although her best friend was a sweetheart, she did occasionally show a dominant streak and Sally had long fantasized her one day just taking charge and making her into her pet.

"Get licking, my pet," Crystal ordered, as she looked down at the teen, who seemed to have entered a trance at the portals of her cunt.

"Yes, ma'am," Sally nodded, "I was just so captivated by your pussy."

"I understand," Crystal moaned, as the Muslim teen nibbled and tugged on her sensitive nipples. "I do have an amazingly delicious pussy,"

"Yes, you do," Nabisha agreed then ordered, "now get eating that wet cunt, Sally."

"Yes, ma'am, thank you, ma'am," Sally said enthusiastically to her best friend, hinting at her subservient sexual persona and getting even wetter in her panties because of receiving the order. She then leaned forward and began licking the pink pussy that was so perfectly highlighted within its black frame.

"Did you hear that gratitude? Sally is a natural submissive," Crystal explained to Nabisha. "She will obey any order she's given, especially one from you or me."

"Really?" Nabisha asked, even though if she thought about it she recalled Sally had always given in and let her have her way when they decided things.

Online Sally had watched pussies getting eaten and she'd read about how to pleasure them, and yet that couldn't come close to preparing her for the actual act. She had ADD and needed to really focus in school to get good marks, and now her ADD was in overdrive. The lady's subtle sweet taste and her intoxicating scent had her head spinning and her body tingling, yet she couldn't decide which of many possibilities to do to her first. Should she lick the pussy, suck on the clit, finger the pussy, part the pussy lips, blow on them, or even go lower and lick the asshole (anal play being something else she was intrigued about). So she haphazardly tried to do a bit of them all at once.

Crystal continued, as the eager rookie teen pleased her pussy with random licking and probing and blowing, primarily effective because she never knew what to expect next, "Nabisha, I think you have some dominant, aggressive tendencies."

"Why would you think that?" Nabisha asked, a bit defensive, although she wasn't arguing.

"I'm not being critical dear, these are qualities we share, and used with care they can be beneficial. For instance, as soon as I gave you girls an order, you took control of how to do it," Crystal pointed out. "And Sally was glad of it."

"I knew Sally wouldn't think of the van or even know how to kiss me unless I helped," Nabisha explained.

"You were correct. Which is because she is a submissive and you are a dominant," Crystal said. "You've always been in regular life I imagine, so it isn't surprising for you both to gravitate automatically to those roles sexually once you're given the chance. And just about yourself, I assume you typically know what you want and have no problem with going out and getting it."

Nabisha laughed at the spot-on description, while Sally listened in and smiled at the wise woman's ability to see their true natures and piped in, "Very true. All of it!"

Crystal beamed at Sally before continuing. "And contrarily, your friend here was born to please. From now and going forward, if you snap your fingers, she will drop to her knees and please you. Not out of fear or anything like that, but because she loves to make you happy, and she also loves knowing what you want from her. She hates having to guess what she needs to do to please you, it makes her insecure. So for instance, if you want a foot massage, she will do it at the drop of a hat, but not until she knows that's what you want; your communicating with her is paramount. She also won't have many sexual boundaries unless you set them for her: if you tell her you want to fuck her with a strap-on, she'll get on all fours and beg you to fuck her, she'll want that more than anything. But if you don't say anything about it, it probably won't even occur to her. She is a submissive and gets the most pleasure from obeying and pleasing others," Crystal explained. The only real requirements on you if you want a mutually beneficial relationship with her is to look after her welfare at all times and never to leave her guessing about your own desires and needs."

Sally loved that the black woman was revealing her innermost truths to her best friend. She had no idea how this woman could possibly know all this, yet even the parts she hadn't known until the lady spoke them rang wonderfully true. She hoped Nabisha was listening carefully and understanding every word.

Nabisha asked, worried about a change in their friendship, she only had one best friend after all, truthfully no more than one good friend, "What about our friendship?"

"That changed forever the moment you kissed her," Crystal pointed out.

"I guess."

"And it will continue to change. As time passes you will each learn how to come to grips with what happened today. You'll each learn to incorporate your individual quirks and kinks into the natural hierarchy that was established between you today when we got into the back of this van," Crystal continued.

"I don't want to ruin our friendship," Nabisha said, although she was very taken with the idea of having sex with Sally on a regular basis and even of being the one in charge when they did.

"The nuances will be up to you two to sort out as time passes," Crystal said, her orgasm building from Sally's inexperienced, eager, albeit random and reckless tongue lashing. "I'm not going to lie, sex always changes things between people, but how that change will impact your friendship will be up to you two. Some couples restrict their hierarchical relationship to the bedroom and treat each other as equals the rest of the time, and others don't. You two will need to learn what works best for you."

Sally finally spoke up, having been hanging on every word even as she'd been rooting around in her black Mistress's sex, "I'll do anything for you, Nabisha."

"Finger fuck me, slut," Crystal demanded suddenly, "and lick my clit," deciding to treat the pet as she likely dreamed of being treated, while teaching the new Mistress how to treat a pet.

"Yes, ma'am!" Sally obeyed eagerly, getting a rush from being called a 'slut' for the first time ever. Most girls would be pissed at being called that, but when you're perceived as a nerd and no one notices you... well... you crave the attention. She slid a finger inside the woman, then two, and began vigorously pumping them in and out while lapping against the clit to put fluttering pressure on it like in the erotica stores she read. No chaos this time, she'd been given clear instructions.

"Oh yes, you hungry cunt-licking slut, show your two Mistresses your purpose in life," Crystal moaned dramatically, as she grabbed the teen's head and held it tight against her wetness.

Nabisha watched in silent, horny awe, her own pussy on fire, knowing she too was going to use her best friend like this just as soon as she was done with the black woman.

Sally labially licked, she furiously fingered and soon she was rewarded with her dream come true... all right, dream cum true was more accurate, as the older woman moaned loudly and came hard, a flood of wetness gushing out and onto Sally's eager tongue, lips and face.

"Lick it all up, you submissive slut," Crystal ordered, knowing these words would enhance the teen's eagerness and send a lightning bolt of pleasure directly to her pussy.

Nabisha added, trying to replicate the woman's strong dominance, as she ripped off her panties, "Yes Sally, show us how much you crave our cunts."

Sally was near orgasm without even being touched, her pussy on fire as she finally was allowed within this very van, in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, to discover her true sexual self.

When Crystal was finished coming, she let go of the teen's head and smiled with mentorlike pride as Nabisha ordered, "My turn. Crawl between my legs, my sexy Sally slut."

Sally backed out from between Crystal's legs and silently except for her deep, anticipatory breathing, obeyed the order from her best friend, moving between her legs, an excitement coursing through her like a million tiny fires joining into one mighty conflagration.

"Do you want to eat my cunt, Sally?" Nabisha asked, trying to impress the older woman.

Sally had never heard Nabisha use coarse language before, and never heard her use the most offensive word in the female language, and it only added to her excitement as she admitted, "I've never wanted to do anything more in my life."

"Then beg for it, my sexy slut," Nabisha ordered, revelling in this sudden power while also trying to impress this beautiful woman.

Sally loved the name calling and she responded, using some terms she had encountered often in stories by silkstockingslover, "Yes, Mistress, please let me eat your celestial cunt until you come all over your submissive bimbo slut's eager face."

"Good girl," Nabisha said, snapping her fingers like the black woman had done. She suddenly realized that after all this intimacy and counselling she had no idea what this woman's name was.

"Thank you, Mistress," Sally expressed to her Mistress Nabisha before diving in with lustful exuberance.

Crystal got dressed as she watched, and took a photo. She pulled a card from her purse and handed it to the young Mistress in training, "When you finish with your new pet for now, go to this body shop. Tell the proprietor I sent you, my name is Crystal Watson, and he will fix the collision damage for free."

"You sure?" Nabisha asked with a moan, her friend really giving her pleasure she hadn't known existed... Nabisha had only masturbated twice in her life, and both times she'd quit before finishing, because she felt awkward doing it.

"It's the least I can do," Crystal said, putting on her heels. "Plus, he's my brother, so he owes me."

"Thank you." Nabisha offered, meaning not just for the card, but for everything.

"You're most welcome," Crystal smiled. "It was a pleasure."

"I hope you mean literally," Nabisha smiled.

"Oh, definitely that," Crystal smiled back, feeling she had done her good deed for the day... by playing lesbian Cupid.

"Thank you, Mistress," Sally said, looking up at Crystal's face with a beautiful gleam on her own.

"You're welcome, my pet," Crystal smiled, "enjoy pleasing your newfound haven."

"I want to live in this cunt," Sally grinned, before burying her face back into it.

"I'm sure you will," Crystal laughed as she took another picture, always loving images of a girl between another girl's legs. She then exited the van and strolled back to her SUV.

Once in her vehicle, she updated the score with the text: Just got a twofer.

Score at 3:24 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 5

Jasmine: 4

Carol: 3

Portia: 3

Veronica: 3

She looked at the scoreboard and really enjoyed seeing her name perched on top by itself again. The idea of her best friends' four daughters all servicing her was very exciting, and she already envisioned sharing them with her own daughter. It would be the ultimate mother-daughter bonding weekend.

She resumed her drive home, pondering where her next turn might come from.

THE END