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"Oh, incredible," Grace breathed between tonguings. "You taste so good…
"

Gwen's smirk widened, and Richard's face turned red with inexpressible rage.

Grace took a moment to breathe. "What should I do? What feels good?"

"Lick my clit. I want to come on your face."

"Yeah!" Grace shot back, eager. She flattened her tongue and began lapping against the top of Gwen's sex, stimulating her clit. "This is so much fun!"

Gwen nodded, agreeing, as surging pleasure forced her to curl forward. She put one hand on the pillow above her companion's head, taking care to avoid her strewn hair, and used her other
hand to squeeze and knead her own right breast. The stimulation in her chest and between her legs combined into a very pleasurable feeling.

She squeezed her thighs against Grace's head, and the w
oman moaned happily in response, enjoying herself.

The pleasure soon became impossible to manage. As much as Gwen wanted to prolong the experience for her first-time pussy licker,
orgasm forced itself upon her, freezing her muscles and shaking her with bliss.

"Mm, I felt you come," Grace said, running her hands up and down soft thighs and ass.
"It's indescribable…"

Gwen dismounted, breathing hard. "Yes, yes it is."

The new bride sat up and wiped her chin, a deep satisfaction evident in her cheeks.

Gwen reached down, taking her recently purchased strap-on and harness out of her purse.
She'd felt completely nuts going to that seedy store and buying it, but thoughts of what Emma had made her feel with a similar toy spurred her to do it.

Now she was glad she'd bought it.

She put Grace on her hands and knees and faced her away from her husband so she wouldn't see her husband's anger and despair - curiously, she never bothered to look over at him anyway.

Tightening the harness, Gwen shook her head, almost unable to believe the incredible change that had come over her. A week ago, she would have called herself straight, but here she was,
about to fuck a new bride with a strap-on…

Rubbing Grace's puffy mound to make sure she was wet enough, she slowly slid the large b
lack toy inside.

Grace mewled and gripped the sheets.

Pleasantly surprised by the experience, Gwen drew the toy out again, watching those large labia wetly grip the shaft. Was this what men saw? What a beautiful, animalistic sight…

She
glanced over at Richard again. His anger was gone, replaced with open and silent tears. He'd dropped his towel and begun stroking himself in despair.

Instead of pity
, Gwen only felt disgust. "Does it turn you on when I fuck your wife?" she asked.

His face screwed up with
pain, but he only began stroking himself faster.

Turning away from him, she focused on thrusting against Grace. The physics of her hips against the woman's t
highs was completely new to her, but the smooth back stretching in front of her turned her on enough to spur her forward. They quickly found a rhythm, fucking doggy-style with eagerness.

Grace's pants and moans filled the air. "Harder," she breathed. "Fuck me!"

"Oh yeah?" Gwen asked, gripping her slender shoulder. "You like that?"

They began thrusting against one another with passionate force.

Gwen threw herself into the effort, feeling a rising pleasure from the pressure against her sex. She imagined what Emma must have felt - it was incredible, being in control like this, being the one doing the fucking for the first time in her life. She could see how this feeling could become addictive.

Unused to those motions, she quickly grew tired and sweaty, but it didn't take long for Grace's moans to reach a crescendo.
She shrieked once, thrusting back with all her might, and then curled up with orgasm.

Gwen kept up her effort, fucking pleasure into her
companion as long as she could.

Finally, Grace collapsed - but then immediately grabbed
Gwen and rolled her on her back.

Surprised and tired, Gwen lay on the pillows and watched as Grace
desperately mounted her.

On bent knees, the newlywed began moving up and down on the erect toy, fucking herself.

Her breasts hung down, and Gwen cupped them, sucking on each nipple happily.

Grace rolled against her, half lost in another world of animalistic fucking.

When she got some energy back, Gwen contributed, thrusting her hips up.

The brunette's breathing deepened, an
d her thrusts grew more focused. Her orgasm this time came long and low, an extended affair that left her dripping sweat.

Gwen blinked as the sweat fell on her forehead, turned on even more by Grace's sheer desperate need.
She rolled again, keeping the strap-on inside her lover, winding up on top of her.

It was Grace's turn to suckle and play with the breasts in her face, while Gwen gripped the sheets and fucked her as hard as she could.

Their rhythm turned into desperate gripping and thrusting, both women pulling at one another, sweating profusely, and building an incredible energy between them.

The pressure against her sex - and the sheer passion of their lovemaking - was finally getting to Gwen. She could feel a
deep, fiery pleasure building, and she fought through tired muscles to push both of them faster and harder.

Gripping each other, fucking, panting, and screaming, they came
together. Thighs quivered, tummies tensed, and they both curled bodily into one another, shivering through intense orgasm.

A time of calm followed, both women recovering. Caressing one another and kissing lightly, they exchanged whispers about how incredible it had been.

Gwen glanced at Richard, finding him practically dripping tears and still stroking himself furiously. She looked away, disgusted.

Grace finally noticed. She only seemed slightly surprised. Still running a hand along Gwen's body, she addressed him. "Richard, honey, I don't think I can marry you. I've got some things I need to think about… and besides, look at you. You're pathetic."

"Please," he begged, still stroking. "I'll do anything not to lose you."

"Anything?" she asked, her eyes neutral.

"Anything!"

Grace sighed.
"Gwen, I'd like to be alone with my husband now."

Nodding, Gwen clambered out of
the bed, grabbed her towel and purse, and closed the bedroom door behind her, wondering what the hell she'd stumbled into - and what dynamic she might have inadvertently sparked in their marriage.

She found
Mona stone drunk, passed out on a couch in the main room.

Covering her friend's nakedness with a blanket, she
sighed. Her exhausted and satisfied body still carried a spark of lust - she briefly fancied going down on her passed out friend.

She shook her head, taking the locket out of her purse.

Was this what it did to people?

With a temporarily clear head, she could look back on what she'd just done with some shock. Seducing a bride on her wedding night, forcing her husband to watch
, and now considering licking her unconscious friend's pussy - what the hell had gotten into her?

She rubbed her thigh idly.

The sex
had
been amazing, though…

 

***

Chapter 4

Lydia rolled over in bed, head pounding. It felt like a week-long hangover that was only now beginning to fade, and Emma seemed even worse. Her girlfriend remained passed out, face pressed sloppily into her pillow, her hair a mess.

It was the loss of the locket, they'd realized. It must have had some effect on them, even while they were using it to control other people… the night before, they'd made a loving promise to repair their relationship once they felt better and recovered from withdrawal.

She went downstairs, feeling like hell, and made some coffee. The hot black liquid - and some painkillers - seemed to lighten the pain a bit. She sat in the kitchen and watched the bare trees sway in the chilly morning wind outside.

Her thoughts mostly dwelled
on the rather insane things she and Emma had done while under the locket's influence.

Wrapping her robe tighter around herself, she
took her coffee downstairs.

Rachel stirred in her cage.

"Morning," Lydia grumbled. "You're sure you don't want to go?"

The girl's brown roots were now clearly visible under her black hair.

"Are you kidding? This is great. I needed some time off from classes anyway."

Lydia shrugged, and separated her robe at her waist
. "Alright."

Excited for her morning wakeup ritual, Rachel thrust her head betwe
en the bars and buried her tongue.

Lydia was forced to hold the chill bars with one hand to keep steady. The girl really had grown into a good little expert slave, and if she wanted to stay, well…

Her orgasm was quick and satisfying.

Leaving to let Rachel masturb
ate like usual, she gave one last comment. "Emma's still out. Might be awhile before she takes her turn."

Her slave just moaned in response
, smearing the juices on her face into her own mouth as she fucked her own hand.

Lydia shrugged
, took the stairs, and closed the basement door, sipping her luke-warm coffee. "College kids…"

 

An hour later, while she sat watching television, a knock came on the door.

She opened it with shock.

A thin, wispy blonde stood at her door - gorgeous in all the right ways. Her perfectly angled cheekbones framed soft, expressive eyes. "Gwen? I never thought I'd see you again!"

Gwen
looked past her, seeing nobody else in the front hallway. "It's about the locket," she said quietly. "I tried to destroy it, but nothing seems to damage it. I even ran it over with my car."

Lydia couldn't help but stare. "
Emma and I have been recovering from that thing all week. It gets in your head. I don't want it anywhere near us."

"Please? I hid it - but someone could find it any time, and then who knows what would happen?
You obviously know more about the locket than I do."

Lydia looked back for a moment, up the stairs where her girlfriend was passed out.
Her next glance quickly brushed across Gwen's cleavage. "I guess it couldn't hurt to talk about it…"

She went up and dressed, returning shortly.

They walked behind the house, heading into the forest paths right outside the suburb to make sure nobody would overhear them.

 

Gwen pulled her winter jacket close, eyeing the mix of bare trees and evergreens forming a sea of solitude around them. "It got to me."

"What'd you do?" her brunette companion asked
, sincerely concerned.

She looked at the hard, chill ground for a moment before answering. "Seduced and fucked a newlywed on her wedding night."

Lydia blinked. "Wow, that's -"

"And I made her husband watch. Destroyed him, I think. Their relationship sounded like it was about to take a very dark turn."

"That's… wow. That's horrible," Lydia replied. "But I mean… we built a sex dungeon and kind of kidnapped you. That's what the locket makes you do."

"Does it?" Gwen asked, stopping and turning to face her. "Or does it just let u
s satisfy hidden urges? Power corrupts, right?"

They
just looked at each other for a moment, thinking, misting breaths mingling in the air.

Lydia
seemed like she was about to say something, but Gwen spoke first.

"Where did it come from, anyway?"

"Emma told me she found it in an old bookstore. It came with some book, all about the morality of hypnosis or something…"

"Could that tell us how to destroy it?"

"Actually… it might!"

Gwen's eyes lit up. "Can you get it, then?"

Lydia looked away. "I don't know… I still don't know exactly how Emma feels about it. We promised to talk about everything… but we haven't had the opportunity yet."

"What if she wants to keep the locket
, use it again?"

Lydia kept looking away, not sure what to say
.

Gwen
kept glancing at her attractive face, tracing her cheeks and eyes, struggling with her own feelings.

After another half-mile's walk down the forest path, Lydia finally spoke. "Did you… sixty-nine with that woman?"

"No," she replied, biting her lip.

They stopped, both acutely aware of how alone they were. It was the middle of the day, deep in the woods, and there would be nobody about…

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