Turning Contest: A Drunk Bride-to-Be

After enjoying an orgasm that took longer to achieve than usual since the drunk redhead who had been munching ineptly between her legs had definitely not been a natural lesbian, Jasmine returned to the club ready for her next conquest.

The redheaded, Lori, mortified by what she had done, had fled the club to race home, terrified at the prospect of facing her friends after participating in such a spectacle... especially Amanda, who had actually caught her in the act of getting fucked by a woman! Everyone she knew was going to think she was queer!

Meanwhile, Jasmine placidly scanned the club and spotted Amanda on the dance floor talking with her friends. Jasmine returned to her table, where a drink was already waiting; almost all of the waitresses here had been turned, if they had not already been bi or lesbian, and they all knew it was a good idea to keep Jasmine happy.

Jasmine sipped her drink as she watched the Amanda the chubby blonde, the much-ignored one among outcast the rest of her anorexic friends, and knew that Amanda would usually be an easy target. Now that she had been scandalised by witnessing her friend Lori fucking a woman (Jasmine herself), it could go either way. Either she would have been repulsed by what she'd seen or, and this was more likely, having seen her friend in the throes of lesbian sexual submission, especially since she had been so clearly enjoying herself (if a tame word like 'enjoying' could even begin to describe the ecstasy Lori had been embracing so enthusiastically), the idea of a lesbian encounter was planted enticingly in her subconscious... and if that was indeed the case, Jasmine planned to delve deep into that subconscious and harvest some delicious fruit.

Jasmine finished her drink and nodded approvingly as another one arrived within seconds. Meanwhile she also noticed a cute blonde in a wedding gown, partying with a group of women. Ahhhh, brides.! Jasmine loved brides! They were often the easiest turns there were (let's be honest, Jasmine pondered, almost half of all married couples cheat on their spouses and the other half at least fantasize about doing other people. And this bride hadn't even pledged her vows yet! Theoretically she was about to begin a life of monogamy, and tonight was likely often their last night of sexual freedom before she said 'I do.' It also amazed Jasmine how many women didn't think it was even cheating if it was 'only' with another woman, and this theory was a ploy that Jasmine often found very useful in her seduction strategy.

As she vacillated back and forth between the chubby Amanda, who clearly felt out of place among her stick-people friends, and the bridal shower party that was already quite out of hand (the bride-to-be was currently waving a dildo around in one hand while using a cock-shaped straw to drink her cocktail). 'Ahhhh, so many choices'. She looked at her watch. There might even be time for both. It was seldom achieved, but a target of three turns in one night was an exciting possibility. Her record was six, but that had happened in a considerably less challenging situation, during a sorority pledge activity that played smoothly into Jasmine's carefully spun web of turn.

But since there was a contest at stake, tonight was a time for choosing quantity over quality. This didn't mean that Jasmine felt any of the prospective targets were not sexy, cute, and deserving of a turn, but tonight she needed to select girls who looked like easy turns. At other times she would target the most beautiful woman present, especially if there was with a man to steal her from, and work on getting that one bent over moaning from Jasmine's insistent cock. Although Jasmine enjoyed eating pussies, she reveled in fucking them. She loved hearing the moans growing, the breathing becoming desperate panting, and screams of rapture echoing around the room.

As Jasmine was pondering which was more likely a sure thing, the chubby friend or the bride to be, or perhaps which one to do first if both seemed doable, she saw Amanda heading to the bar... alone.

Jasmine, being the cougar she was, seized at the opportunity, left the table and sauntered over to the pretty, chubby blonde. "I have something for you."

"Get lost," Amanda sneered, recognizing it was the woman who had fucked her best friend.

Jasmine saw that the girl was still in denial, so she pulled Lori's soiled panties out of her purse and offered them to Amanda. "Lori left these on the floor after she finished munching on my pussy," Jasmine declared bluntly. Sometimes she needed to be aggressive physically, like on the dance floor with Lori, other times she was verbally blunt like she planned to be with Amanda. Other times she needed to get subtle and use an intimate touch. Whatever worked.

"Keep them," Amanda snorted, starting to turn away from the rude woman, appalled by the bitch's frankness.

"They're pretty damn wet," Jasmine observed, as she reached over and placed them in the chubby girl's hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" Amanda asked, snatching her soiled hand away, allowing the wet panties to splat to the floor. Yes, they were definitely wet.

"Showing you what I can do to you if you wanted," Jasmine replied, not at all deterred by the disgusted façade of the chubby girl. Jasmine often encountered this look at first, this dismissive behaviour, but often this was just an attempt to conceal a woman's true sexual curiosity bubbling just beneath the surface.

"That will never happen," Amanda insisted, offended by the gall of the older woman.

Jasmine's hand reached out and squeezed the chubby girl's ass as she teased, "You saw how much fun your friend Lori was having, that can be you too."

Amanda batted the woman's hand away, snarling, "You wish."

Jasmine shrugged placidly, "No worries. But when you change your mind, I am drinking white rum and coke."

"I won't be changing my mind," Amanda declared defiantly, unable to believe the nerve of this woman.

Jasmine smiled confidently, leaning in and quickly moving her hand not only under the girl's skirt, but inside her panties and immediately into her cunt, "If you say so. That said, if you do change your mind, I will give you pleasure you have never even imagined."

"What are you doing?" Amanda gasped, so astounded by the woman's aggressive behaviour she couldn't even find the presence of mind to swat the offending hand away.

Jasmine found Amanda's g-spot and tapped it three times, just enough to make the message clear, before pulling her hand back out, drawling, "Just giving you a sampling of what lies ahead."

"I'm going to report you," Amanda threatened, but Jasmine was already striding away, sucking theatrically on her wet finger.

Jasmine returned to her table confident that this chubby straight girl would be at her table within the hour. And if not, the bride-to-be still dancing up a storm was a delicious second option.

Amanda couldn't believe the nerve of the woman who had just molested her in a packed club!! But she couldn't explain why the aggressive behaviour had turned her on. Maybe it was because at least the older woman was paying attention to her, unlike those college boys who kept fawning over her frosty friends. Or maybe it was because it had taken only three seconds for the woman to find her g-spot and awaken a pleasure inside her that she suddenly wanted more of. Realizing she really needed to calm down, and that she had some very serious questions for Lori, she stalked outside, hoping that Lori hadn't left yet.

Serpent-like, Jasmine watched Amanda head outside wondering if she was leaving, trying to calm herself down, or going to find Lori. Either way, she now focused on the bride-to-be, who was now doing a shot at the table with her friends.

Amanda went outside and looked around for Lori, but unfortunately didn't see her anywhere. She sighed. She really needed to know why Lori had done what she did. The woman's brief fingering had opened a surprisingly intriguing door that she hadn't ever even considered before. Her friends had kissed each other to show off for the guys, but only Lori had ever kissed Amanda on the lips with passion; and that had only been when she was really drunk and teasing a college boy she eventually had gone home with that night. Yet the night air being cool, she hoped that at least the temperature could make headway in calming down her suddenly raging sexual libido and this astounding newfound curiosity. Yet, even as she attempted to take long, slow breaths, an irresistible image popped into her head: Lori, thrashing in the throes of euphoria, crying out passionately in orgasm, said orgasm having been achieved at the hands of this blunt, rude, aggressive, but undeniably beautiful, woman.

Jasmine waved over a waitress and ordered, "Please send over a 'screaming orgasm shooter' to the adorable bride-to-be over there with this note." Jasmine handed her a note she had just written. Congrats on your almost nuptials. Please enjoy this great orgasm, likely the last you'll ever have, on me... Jasmine.

The waitress left with the note as Jasmine kept watching her next target.

Amanda, upset and confused by her feelings, phoned Lori.

Lori, in a taxi on her way home, saw who it was and sighed. Yet feeling her good friend deserved an explanation she answered the phone. "Hi."

"Where are you?" Amanda asked.

"Almost home," Lori lied. The truth was that she was only a couple minutes from the club, since the traffic was horrible.

"Why'd you leave?" Amanda continued, even though the answer was obvious.

"Because I was mortified that you saw me like that and I couldn't bear to face you!" Lori confessed.

"Lori, if you're gay, I'm fine with that." Amanda was trying her best to behave calmly and reasonably.

"I'm not gay," Lori protested. "I've never done anything like that before!"

Amanda asked the obvious question, the question she was really curious about, "Then why?"

Lori gave her truthful answer. "I honestly don't know. One minute I was being groped on the dance floor and then fingered. It got me super horny. Then I ran to the bathroom feeling like a slut and this woman followed and just took control."

"Why didn't you say no?" Amanda wanted to know... needed to know.

"I can't explain it, but it felt like I was in a trance, and truthfully when she found my g-spot I thought I was going to explode from pleasure," Lori admitted.

"So it was good?" Amanda asked, her own pussy tingling as she recalled her own mysterious g-spot being found so easily.

"You saw me," Lori replied, "I couldn't stop coming and coming, even though I could see you watching me and I was completely mortified."

"It's okay," Amanda offered, wanting to comfort her friend.

"No, I'm completely embarrassed! I couldn't control myself," Lori blurted.

"It's okay," Amanda promised. "I'll keep your secret and tell the girls you went home not feeling well."

"Thanks, I owe you." Lori breathed a sigh of relief.

"No worries," Amanda said, as she hung up and tried to make sense of all she'd just learned.

Jasmine watched the bride-to-be accept the shooter, and when the waitress pointed to her, she just waved.

The bride gave a strange smile, finding it odd to receive a drink bought by a female, before shrugging, deciding it was a free shot so why not, and shot it. She then read the message. She looked back at the pretty older woman, wondering what the message meant. Curious and wanting to thank the woman for the shot, she walked over to her... well wobbled actually, the back to back shooters in the past few minutes really doing her in.

When the bride-to-be reached the older woman, she said, "Thanks for the shot."

"You're welcome," Jasmine smiled, impressed at how quickly the cute blonde had come came over to her... this might it may have been a record. "I just wanted to be the last one to ever give you a real screaming orgasm."

"What do you mean by that?" the bride-to-be askedpuzzled.

"Men can't really give women screaming orgasms," Jasmine said bluntly said.

"You haven't met the right man," the pretty girl braggedresponded.

"Join me for another drink," Jasmine offered, as she patted a spot beside her and waved over to the bar.

Carrie didn't know why, but she took a seat where offered, although kind of thankful to be sitting down after all the dancing and drinking. The room had been starting to spin a bit.

"What's your name?" Jasmine asked.

"Carrie," the bride-to-be said.

Jasmine followed up, "When is the wedding?"

"Tomorrow," the drunk Carrie admitted.

"Really?" Jasmine asked, surprised. It was rare for bachelorette parties to occur the evening before the wedding... although not so rare for the bachelor party to be held the night before.

"Yeah, it's the only day that two of my bridesmaids could fly in," Carrie explained, not sure why she was sharing all this information with the older woman.

"Well then, thank God I sent you that shot," Jasmine said.

"Why?" Carrie was curious: there was something intriguing about this woman she couldn't quite put her finger on.

The waitress delivered two drinks and Jasmine announced, "A toast."

"To what?" Carrie asked.

"To a life-altering night," Jasmine declared.

Carrie laughed, "How so?"

Jasmine put her hand on the pretty, drunk, and pretty drunk girl's leg and smiled, "Because you only have tonight to experience one last screaming orgasm."

I think you already gave me one," Carrie joked, noticing the woman's hand on her leg, which felt oddly nice.

"That was just an appetizer," Jasmine promised, as she took a drink. Carrie took one too, as Jasmine moved her hand up Carrie's legs.

"What are you doing?" Carrie asked, as the woman's hand drifted slightly under her dress.

Jasmine ignored the question as she asked, "So tonight is literally your last night of freedom?"

"I guess," Carrie nodded, moving her hand down to stop the lesbian's hand from moving further under her skirt.

"No, I know," Jasmine smiled, putting her other hand on top of her own and the pretty bride-to-be's.

Amanda walked back into the bar, unsure what she was going to do. She was confused as her head and body argued over what to do next. Yet the fact she was back in the club probably meant the body was arguing more convincingly. She looked at the table the older woman had been at earlier and saw her still there, but with another woman. Ironically, her first feeling was jealousy.

Jasmine glanced over and noticed Amanda watching. She smiled at her, but then leaned in to kiss the pretty bride.

Carrie was startled by the uninvited kiss, yet was also impressed by the tenderness of the lips, so instead of pushing the woman away, she returned the kiss.

While kissing the bride-to-be, Jasmine moved her hand completely under the woman's skirt and directly to the surprisingly panty-less girl's sex. She slid her finger inside the completely shaved pussy and began fingering the surprised girl.

Carrie moaned into the older woman's mouth out of both pleasure and distress. She broke the kiss and asked, even though she didn't pull the hand out, "What are you doing?"

"Giving you one last screaming orgasm," Jasmine gloated, as she found the girl's g-spot and tapped.

"Oooooooh," Carrie moaned loudly, intense pleasure hitting her like a soft hammer.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jasmine asked, teasing the g-spot.

Before she could respond, even though she couldn't formulate an actual answer to the question, two of her friends showed up.

"Are you okay, Carrie?" Tiffany asked, peering at her friend, who was looking rather flustered.

Carrie stammered, scooting closer to the table to hide what was happening, really not wishing to get caught with another woman's finger in her pussy, "I-I-I am just visiting an old acquaintance."

"I'm Jasmine," Jasmine greeted, reaching out in a friendly gesture with her right hand while the left was otherwise engaged. Nothing turned her on more than enjoying something like this while others were oblivious... it was quite the rush.

"Tiffany," Tiffany said, adding, as she shook the older woman's hand, "and this is Zelda."

Zelda just waved.

Jasmine waved back, even as she thought she looked like a perfect target, sweet and innocent, Jasmine's favourite. "Hi, Zelda."

"Hi," Zelda said back.

Carrie explained, "These are two of my bridesmaids; they're the ones who flew in today."

"Nice," Jasmine nodded, as she secretly and slowly continued to finger the nervous bride-to-be.

"How do you know Carrie?" Tiffany asked, sensing something wasn't right.

"She's friends with my mother," Carrie quickly answered, lying.

Jasmine nodded, "Yes, we go way back."

Tiffany asked Carrie, still puzzled, "Want to come dance with us some more?"

"In a couple of minutes," Carrie prevaricated, not seeing any easy way out of this awkward situation, "I still want to catch up a bit and finish my drink."

"Okay," Tiffany said doubtfully, glancing over at the older woman with a curious look before turning and returning to the dance floor.

Zelda followed her.

Jasmine said, quickly tapping the g-spot again, "I don't think Tiffany likes me."

"She's very protective," Carrie moaned; the pleasure this stranger was giving her was driving her out of her gourd!

"I can be protective too," Jasmine purred, stopping quickly. The give quick pleasure and quick stop technique was one that almost always drove straight women to reconsider their orientation because they wanted that pleasure back... that pleasure that until moments earlier they usually didn't know had even existed.

"I wonder if she saw us kissing," Carrie said, suddenly worried, even as her body was burning with desperation to start feeling that pleasure on her g-spot again.

"Well, whether she realised it or not, she saw you getting fingered," Jasmine said, rather matter-of-factly.

"Oh God," Carrie moaned, unable to think straight both from the alcohol and the finger inside her.

"Do you want your screaming orgasm here at the table, or should we go find someplace a little more private?" Jasmine queried, tapping the g-spot again to coax the answer a little more towards a 'hell yeah, let's go'.

"Oh shit," Carrie answered, needing to come now, but not in the middle of a club.

"Ever had your pussy licked by a woman?" Jasmine teased, pulling her finger out of the flustered straight woman.

"Nooooo," Carrie answered, both in response to the question and in response to the finger suddenly missing from her hungry pussy.

Amanda watched the seductress work, in awe of her charisma. She couldn't take her eyes off the scene, convinced that the older woman had her fingers in the younger woman's pussy. Was she wearing a bride gown?!

"I can bring you pleasure like no other, Carrie," Jasmine assured the pretty bride-to-be. She then added, "And you deserve one last real orgasm, or maybe your first ever real orgasm, before you fasten that ball and chain around your ankle."

"I don't know," Carrie said, looking for her friends, who all seemed to be miles away on the dance floor.

"Look," Jasmine said, knowing the target was ready to submit. "You see that cute chubby girl over by the bar watching us?"

Carrie looked up and indeed did see a girl looking right at them. When the girl flinched the moment Carrie looked at her, but didn't avert her gaze, she was sure that was the one. She nodded, "Yes."

"Either I allow her to have the orgasm of her life or I give it to you," Jasmine said, which was the truth, although she figured if she got the bride in and out of the bathroom quickly enough she may be able to get a turning hat trick tonight.

"Oh," Carrie moaned, as Jasmine slid her finger back into her pussy.

"Here's a reminder of the pleasure I can give you with just one finger;" Jasmine said, before adding, "imagine what I can do for you with my tongue."

Amanda was mortified she had been caught staring, but just like the fascination of driving past a car accident, she couldn't look away even though she knew she should.

"Oh God," Carrie moaned, the intense, amazing pleasure back. She pointed out, "But I'm getting married tomorrow."

"All the more reason to have one last great night," Jasmine pointed out reasonably, again tapping on the g-spot lightly. "That's what we toasted to."

"Fuck, fine, let's go," Carrie agreed out of desperation, so drunk and horny that all that mattered now was an ending to this relentless teasing.

"Go into the bathroom now. The last stall if it's open," Jasmine ordered briskly, again removing her finger from the dishevelled bride-to-be.

"Shit, okay, but hurry," Carrie said, not believing she was about to have sex with another woman in a bathroom on the day before her wedding. But she was desperate to feel the full intensity of the pleasure this woman was promising!

Immediately after Carrie left, Jasmine pointed first to Amanda and then to her table.

Amanda felt a chill of hope go up her back. Was this woman really choosing her over that slim girl? Abandoning any pretense that she was still a strong willed girl who wasn't interested at all, she walked quickly to the table.

Jasmine smiled at how easy it was sometimes as she watched the chubby girl shyly, head down, walking rapidly over to her table. When she arrived, Jasmine ordered, taking complete control, "Sit at my table until I get back. And make sure the white rum and coke you owe me is waiting for me."

Jasmine downed the rest of her current drink and left, confident that the chubby girl would do exactly as she was told.

Amanda watched, stunned as Jasmine sauntered away towards the bathroom, likely to go and fuck that skinny bitch. She couldn't believe the gall of this woman to expect her to wait, and even to buy her a drink on top of it all. Yet remembering Lori's euphoric sounds and the intense pleasure she herself had felt from this lady's brief fingering, she sat down at the table and waited as patiently as she was able. Which wasn't very patient at all.

Carrie entered the last stall, which was open, and waited. As she did, she wondered why she was even permitting herself to wait. Was she seriously going to allow a complete stranger to come in here to lick her pussy and finger her to orgasm? Was she seriously going to have sex in the bathroom of a club? Was she actually going to cheat on her husband-to-be a few hours before their wedding? As she was still dithering over her decision, the older woman strode into the stall.

Jasmine closed the stall, dropped to her knees, and in a business-like fashion spread the target's legs open. Sometimes she was brisk, knowing the window of submission could be open, but not very widely. Time was limited... she was determined to get three turns before the night was over.

Carrie gasped at how efficiently the pretty older woman had dropped to her knees and buried her face between her legs. "Oh, God!" Carrie moaned loudly, way louder than she meant to... it seemed that the instant her seductress had arrived, raw pleasure had begun flooding through her pussy from the contortionist activities of this woman's busy tongue!

Jasmine attacked her target's pussy aggressively, lapping hungrily even while she slid a finger inside the moaning bride-to-be and immediately attacked her g-spot.

"Holy fuck," Carrie screamed, the double pleasure coursing through her.

"Holy crap, there are a couple of dykes in there," a voice noticed.

Carrie would usually have been mortified, but right now all she cared about was pleasure. She squeezed her eyes tight shut and tried to control her screaming, but no way! "Oh God, eat my cunt, fuck, yes, fucking shit, YES!!."

"That pussy muncher must be really good," another voice appraised.

Jasmine gloated loudly, "Damn right!" She was already this close to getting the bride-to-be off.

"Yes, she's fucking amazing!!" Carrie cried out, not caring what anybody thought as her orgasm suddenly slammed through her, gloriously fast and intense. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Jasmine contentedly lapped up the bride's flooding fluids, as always, taking the time to savour the sweetness of each unique batch of pussy cum.

Carrie couldn't believe how hard she was coming!! It was as if she had been only reading about all her previous orgasms from textbooks, and only in this tumultuous moment was she coming for the first time ever! Her body was almost burning up with euphoria as wave after wave of passion overloaded her senses!

After a minute, Jasmine stood up casually lifted up her skirt, took hold of the bride-to-be's shoulders and smashed the girl's face against her pussy. The girl was still moaning and twitching in orgasm.

Carrie was startled, her body still quaking from the orgasm of a lifetime. Yet she suddenly found her face buried in a wet pussy. Without even deciding to, she automatically did what was obviously expected... she began licking.

Jasmine moaned as turn number two was officially accomplished. She wasn't certain whether a turn was defined as simply getting a new pussy off, or if she needed to have the turn also munch cunt in order to qualify, but she wasn't taking any chances... she would both give and receive for each one.

Carrie couldn't believe she was licking a pussy! She couldn't believe how GOOD it tasted: sweet like honey! She licked tentatively at first, but once the sweetness had reached her taste buds she immediately jumped from tentative to eager!

"That's it," Jasmine purred, loud enough for any woman out there to hear, "lick my pussy." Jasmine had stored her phone in the top of her lace top stockings as she had left her table (and Amanda). Now she pulled it out, took a picture of the eager pussy pleaser, and registered her second turn of the night. She was now tied for first with Veronica.

Carrie was now a slut with a mission. She munched vigorously on Jasmine's cunt, suspecting that a full flood of cum would taste even sweeter than the nectar she was already sampling. She had no idea what she was doing, but she was attempting to give as well as she had received, so she moved her hand up and slid a finger inside the stranger's pussy.

"That's it, finger fuck me," Jasmine moaned, as she felt the finger slide inside her. She smiled as the rookie pussy pleaser eagerly tried to replicate the pleasure she had recently experienced. This one may become a life-long lez, even though she was supposed to be getting married in a few hours.

Carrie became consumed with eating pussy. She lapped, she sucked, she blew puffs of cool air on the beautiful woman's clit, and she fingered enthusiastically, trying her best to get the older woman off... Everything in the world except for the delicious pussy oozing delicious fluids into her mouth had disappeared. She had forgotten completely she had been here with friends. She had forgotten completely she had thought she was straight. She had forgotten completely even that she was scheduled to be married in less than a day.

Jasmine's orgasm was building as she joked, "I think you may be about to give me a screaming orgasm."

Carrie smiled at the promising words as she focused on the clit, which is what usually worked best on her... at least before today's revelation of g-spot magic... but try as she might, she couldn't find the older woman's damn g-spot!

"That's okay, my pretty bride-to-be, just suck on my clit," Jasmine moaned loudly, as she cradled the girl's head deep into her pussy, knowing that her second orgasm at the club was about to flood out of her.

Carrie obeyed, dying to taste the woman's cum.

Jasmine screamed a moment later, as her orgasm hit her, "That's it, you pussy pleasing sluuuuuut, lap up my cum!!"

Carrie felt a rush of adrenaline at being called a 'pussy pleasing slut' and at the joy of being suddenly coated with cum all over her face. She eagerly lapped as much as she could. The taste was indeed as heavenly as she had imagined.

Jasmine held the newly turned girl's head in her pussy until her orgasm subsided, before she pulled her up and kissed her hard.

Carrie kissed the woman back deliriously, completely intoxicated with this crazy lesbian encounter. The alcohol felt like it had been boiled out of her system, leaving her only with an overpowering sexual afterglow.

As Jasmine broke the kiss, she grinned, "So did you enjoy your screaming orgasm?"

"Holy shit," Carrie cried, "I think you may have corrupted me forever."

"I hope so," Jasmine smiled, before a wicked idea popped into her head. "So where is the wedding?"

"St. Mark's Church," Carrie answered, without even considering that this was an odd question or might have devious implications.

"What time?" Jasmine asked.

"Three."

"And I'm invited to the supper as well?" Jasmine asked.

That was when Carrie, still drunk on lust, began to realize the relevance of the questioning. "Um, I, well," Carrie stammered.

"Is Zelda straight?" Jasmine asked.

"She's married," Carrie defended, suddenly very worried about the ulterior motives of this beautiful, irresistible seductress.

"I like challenges," Jasmine smiled, kissing the bewildered bride-to-be.

Carrie was suddenly full of anxiety. What if this woman revealed this lesbian indiscretion to Jeremy? What if she tried to seduce Zelda? Yet the kiss was so tender that those questions faded briefly as she sank back into the tender intimacy.

Jasmine broke the kiss eventually and said, "Look, Carrie, I'm coming to your wedding tomorrow and I expect to be allowed into the dance and dinner, is that clear?"

"Yes," Carrie nodded obediently, feeling compelled to agree.

"Don't worry," Jasmine smiled. "I don't out people. But I do hunt straight women who need to experience what real pleasure feels like."

Carrie pondered the shy, uptight Zelda and couldn't help but say, "Well, Zelda is as straight as they go, but I guess so was I half an hour ago."

"I promise she will be bisexual by the end of tomorrow," Jasmine smiled sexily. "Plus, I have a very special wedding gift for you."

Carrie flirted back, "I hope it's a screaming orgasm."

"Multiple screaming orgasms," Jasmine exulted, as she kissed her once again before striding out of the stall, even as a couple of women stared at her. She smiled at them, never ashamed to get caught, and invited, "If you want an orgasm of your own, you'd better hurry up."

Jasmine kept walking, even though curious whether either of the mid-thirties women would take her up on her offer, and if they did, wondering if Carrie would lick more pussy... she assumed that by now she would. But she had one more turn to make tonight. She walked back to her table and wasn't surprised to see the chubby girl sitting there, along with a new drink.

Amanda saw the woman coming and felt a chill go up her spine. 'Finally,' she thought to herself.

Jasmine got to the table, grabbed the drink and downed it completely.

Amanda gasped.

Jasmine asked, "Are you okay to drive?"

"Yes," Amanda nodded, having only had one drink, wondering if the older woman was going to take her back to her place.

"Do you live alone?" Jasmine asked, wanting to really fuck the shit out of the chubby girl.

"Yes," Amanda answered.

"Are you close by?" Jasmine continued.

"A few minutes' drive," Amanda answered, her pussy tingling with anticipation.

"If you want to have the fucking of your life, let's go," Jasmine said, grabbing the girl's hand.

Amanda didn't speak, following without hesitation as the older woman began to lead her out.

Suddenly someone called out, "Amanda, what are you doing?"

Jasmine turned to see one of the two pretty friends who had been ignoring the chubby girl all night suddenly looking concerned. Amanda tried to pull her hand away, but Jasmine held it firmly.

"Crystal, I..." Amanda began, but was interrupted by the older woman.

"She is taking me back to her place so I can fuck the shit out of her," Jasmine explained bluntly.

Crystal gasped, "You're not serious?!"

Amanda's face went beet red, but she didn't deny a thing.

Jasmine continued, "You're welcome to come and get fucked too; I'm a lot better than all those thirty second cum and done boys here."

Crystal insisted, "Amanda, are you really leaving with this woman?"

Amanda, mortified but horny, answered clearly, "Yes I am."

Jasmine asked, "Are you coming, too?"

"God, no," Crystal cringed in disgust.

"Your loss," Jasmine shrugged, turning away and pulling Amanda with her.

Amanda mouthed back, 'Sorry', before she turned and followed the confident woman out of the club.

Once in the apartment, Jasmine ordered, "Get naked, now."

Amanda had long been uncomfortable with her body and would almost never get naked in front of anyone, but she was so horny that no way was she going to disobey. She got undressed and was quickly standing in only her bra and panties.

"Undergarments too," Jasmine ordered, as she went to her oversized purse and retrieved the same cock that had fucked the chubby girl's friend over an hour ago.

Amanda obeyed, revealing her massive tits.

Jasmine put the strap-on on and turned to see the chubby nervous girl completely naked, trembling a little.

"Fuck, the boys must love those tits," Jasmine admired, as she walked over and cupped them in her hands.

"Some do," Amanda admitted, having been felt up way more times than she had ever been fucked.

"They're amazing," Jasmine complimented, wanting to make the pretty but chubby girl confident with her body, as she leaned forward and sucked on a big erect nipple.

"Ooooooh," Amanda moaned, her nipples super sensitive.

"Now go and bend over the couch," Jasmine ordered, after she had sucked on both nipples.

Amanda obeyed, dying to get fucked, never mind that it wasn't a real cock.

"What a nice Beyoncé ass," Jasmine complimented, preferring a girl with meat rather than a skinny waif.

"Thank you," Amanda replied shyly, relishing the apt compliment.

Jasmine moved to her, dropped to her knees and buried her face in the girl's ass cheeks, as her finger slid inside the girl's very wet pussy and arrowed directly to the g-spot.

"Oh fuck," Amanda moaned at first touch, even though she was surprised by the lips on her ass cheeks.

Jasmine got the girl breathing heavy in seconds, the magic of the g-spot, before she stood up and slammed her cock in the girl's wanton box.

"Oh my God!" Amanda screamed, the cock filling her so good.

"You want it rough like your friend?" Jasmine asked, as she slammed into the chubby girl.

"Oh yes, pound me like you pounded Lori, make me your little fuck slut," Amanda declared, her submissive nature instantly apparent.

"You want to be my little fuck slut, do you?" Jasmine crooned.

"God, yes," Amanda moaned, her long denied orgasm bubbling quickly towards the surface.

After a few more hard strokes, Jasmine asked, "Are you going to come already, my slut?"

"Yessss," Amanda answered, wishing she could hold back longer, wanting this surreal fucking not to end so soon after it had started.

"Don't worry, this won't be a one orgasm night," Jasmine promised, as she kept slamming into the girl so hard the couch was scooting away.

"Oh God, yes, fuck, I'm coming!" Amanda screamed, loud enough to wake neighbours on both sides, as indeed she did come.

Jasmine just kept fucking her throughout the girl's orgasm, already planning a sixty-nine to finish the evening. Yet to her surprise, Amanda began unveiling a dirty side as her orgasm coursed through her.

"Yes, yes, keep fucking the shit out of me," Amanda demanded, wanting to be used and dominated... something she secretly fantasized about when she masturbated.

"That would mean I'd have to fuck your ass," Jasmine joked, something she didn't do too often, especially to rookie turns.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass," Amanda said. She had fingered her ass and used toys in her ass, but she had never been actually ass fucked... another fantasy she wanted to make a reality regardless of who was behind her.

"You sure?" Jasmine cautioned.

"Yes, yes, just slam that fucking dick up my asshole," Amanda moaned, so horny and so ready to be a complete slut for the night.

"Got any lube?" Jasmine asked.

"I don't need any cock sucking lube, just shove that big dick in my a-hole," Amanda ordered, always really getting off on the combined pain and pleasure that came whenever she first slid a toy in her ass.

"Okay," Jasmine agreed, impressed by how nasty this apparently prudish girl was now proving herself to be. She pulled her strap-on out of the girl's wet pussy and slowly slid it, wet with cum, into Amanda's puckered asshole.

"Oooooooh, yes," Amanda whimpered, a sharp pain coursing through her even as the orgasm still lingered.

"You're quite the slut," Jasmine said approvingly, as she pushed the cock deeper into the girl's ass.

"Oh yes, I want to be your lez fuck slut," Amanda moaned, as she felt the cock fill her ass.

"Once I'm done reaming your asshole, you're going to eat my cunt like the lez you really are," Jasmine declared, just as the entire cock finally disappeared inside the girl's ass.

"Yes, I'll do anything you tell me," Amanda said, as she hung suspended in time, waiting for the real ass fucking to begin.

"Good girl," Jasmine purred, imagining this submissive little slut may turn out to be great for recruiting other shy quiet sluts.

"Now PLEASE fuck my asshole," Amanda demanded.

Jasmine laughed, "As you wish," and began fucking the girl's asshole.

Amanda screamed, the rough fucking creating intense pain and pleasure, both at the same time. "Oooooooh yes, fuck my ass. Fuck it hard!"

Jasmine did, pounding the chubby girl from behind with all her might.

After a couple of minutes of hard ass fucking, the pain faded away completely and pleasure took over.

Jasmine was actually getting tired in this position and said, "Come ride my cock, slut." Jasmine pulled out, moved around to the couch and sat down.

Amanda was eager to ride the cock and be in control. She quickly straddled the cock and slowly lowered her ass on it. The new position created a slight pain, but it faded quickly as she began to ride the cock.

Jasmine just lay back and watched the girl fuck herself in the ass... something she had never seen before in all her years of turning.

Amanda rode the cock for a few minutes, before she moved her hand to her pussy and began slapping her clit.

Jasmine ordered, wanting to have the slut between her legs, "Come, my ass slut, come now."

Amanda tried desperately to obey, frantically riding the cock while spanking her own clit. She began breathing erratically, huffing and puffing, her tits bouncing all over the place.

"Now, you fucking slut," Jasmine demanded.

"Yes, ma'am," Amanda screamed seconds later as her second orgasm of this wild encounter ripped through her.

"Knees now," Jasmine ordered, seconds later.

"Okay," Amanda obeyed, suddenly completely weak. She climbed off the cock, turned around and dropped to her knees.

"Clean my cock," Jasmine instructed, loving to watch a woman suck on a cock that had just been inside them... especially when it was inside their ass.

Amanda obeyed, even as her orgasm continued to blaze through her like wildfire, and she willingly took a cock that had moments ago been up her ass, into her mouth.

Jasmine watched for a couple of minutes, before she ordered, "Stay."

Amanda did, as she waited for whatever else the older seductress had in store for her.

Jasmine got up, removed the strap-on, grabbed her phone and sat back down. She spread her legs and ordered, "Now, let's finish your lesbian training."

"Yes, ma'am," Amanda obeyed, curious what a pussy would taste like.

As Amanda began licking her, Jasmine reported her third turn to the group. A couple of hours and she had gone from tied for last to an undisputed first... and she planned to stay there.

Scorecard:

Jasmine: 3

Veronica: 2

Carol: 1

Crystal: 1

Portia: 1

The End.