Date: Fri, 26 May 2017 05:54:19 -0700 From: Rabbit Test Subject: Extreme Passive Lesbian Training DISCLAIMERS: This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction. WARNING: If lesbian sex, restraint, older/younger, mind-control and humiliation upset you - find something else to read. Some of my stories are/will be way, way over the top. ------------------------------------------------------- Enjoy my other stories here on Nifty. ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 2017. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- EXTREME PASSIVE LESBIAN TRAINING From NFL cheerleader prospect to lesbian pussy worshiper by Rabbit Test 5 (rabbit.test.5@gmail.com) ACQUISITION Ellie shook herself awake, startled. "Where am I?" was her first thought. She went to raise her hand to her head reflexively, but found she couldn't. She didn't feel like she was restrained. She just couldn't feel her hand, her arms, or legs to move about. "What is wrong with me?" Darkness surrounded her. She felt a soreness at the bottom of her nose. Her tongue felt a mild pain underneath. "Was I hit? I don't remember getting into a fight...what did I do last night?" she tried stabbing through the groggy haze in her mind. Then she remembered her friend from the party. "I must've had too much to drink," she scolded herself. -------------------------------------------------------- And that was it: That was all she could remember. Feeling sorry for herself for flunking out of the Dallas Cheerleaders try outs - "I was so close to making it too!" - she again chided herself. "Why couldn't I have kicked higher... "That damn Chelsie Walker... Always Miss Perfect. Always doing the right thing." Ellie remembered being irked with the woman's over politeness in the locker room where most girls got catty. Well, of course, Chelsie was going to make it; She had perfect form and a killer body that fit well with the expectations of an adult cheerleader. And Ellie hated that and felt, despite natural selection, those of an imperfect physicality deserved a role in their dreams. They held a group meeting and several girls including Ellie were told they were done. Ellie commiserated with the girl next to her, hugging and crying. After collecting her things, the now-ex-cheerleader walked out of the training building dejected. A girl who shared her failure was standing outside the entrance. They talked and Sharon, the girl, invited Ellie to a party "to forget all about this silliness and get back to the real world." That night, Sharon met Ellie at her car outside the party house. The girl still remained dejected and ashamed of her dismissal. As they walked up the long walkway to the front door, Sharon took her hand and squeezed it gently, breaking Ellie out of her bad mood, and the women smiled at each other timidly. Inside, the self-pitying ex-cheerleader began to drink. Caught up in her own depression, she hadn't realized the party only consisted of just women and girls. And the more she drank, the more she became oblivious to the ass pinches and visions of the lightly disguised Sapphic scenes happening around her. Finally, Sharon realized her friend had had too much to drink and offered Ellie a ride home... -------------------------------------------------------- TRAINING (part I) "Damngg," she slurred, groaning outload. It was at that moment Ellie realized something was wrong with her mouth. Her heart rate increased with fright and her breathing went up a notch. Her tongue was stuck to something: Attached to something. Performing several self-awareness exercises with her face, the woman discovered her aching tongue had something metal in it... a metal ring... in her mouth... a ring pierced through her tongue! Struggling orally, Ellie discovering the ring went through her tongue just behind the tip – struggled still because she realized it was connected to... something... Instinctively, she drew her tongue inside her mouth which in turn snapped the object into her lips. Immediately the contact with the unfamiliar caused her to recoil but her head didn't move. Couldn't move. "What the hell!" she thought, and she stuck her tongue out of her mouth to move the object away. It had felt... soft, warm... like flesh...? Ellie was even more confused. After about a minute, she came up with a mental plan for assessment. Slowly she brought her tongue back into her mouth until the object barely touched her lips. Ellie breathed in; there was only a faint, but pleasant odor she couldn't identify. Pulling more of the object in toward her oral cavity, Ellie used her lips to gently probe the mass. Supple. Warm. Fleshy. Ellie carefully used the tip of her tongue to probe the connection. The ring connected her tongue to a large-feeling, fleshy bump. As she rubbed her tongue and lips on and around the knob-like bulge - it seemed to expand and stiffen. "Mmmnnaahh" Ellie froze as she heard a woman's groan. At the same time the darkness surrounding her grew slightly, gently brighter like a dimmer switch turning up the light intensity ever so slowly and then stopped to where Ellie could barely make out the figure in front of her. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings... then she gasped and screamed out! "Nawooo! Ut thu thuck!" In front of Ellie was the figure of a woman's chest! Focusing down her nose she came to the horror that her tongue was connected to the erect nipple of a woman's breast: She was mouthing a woman's tit! Panic ran through her mind. If she could have run, she would have been crashing into the walls to get away. If she could have swung at the woman's form, she would have ripped the ring from her breast. If Ellie could have so much as been able to back her head away far enough from the mammary, she would have tested the limits of this mystery woman's stretched out flesh. But she could not do any of those things. Her head was as limited as a Nascar driver strapped to his seat, as if locked inside a box. Screaming didn't help; She could hear her cries echo off the room walls, but the only sound returned was a female groan since Ellie's vocal barrage only sent ripples of vibration from her tongue to the trapped teat. So, there she was; Connected to a woman's breast. Determined not to give in... to who? She wondered... Ellie kept her tongue hanging out of her mouth. But for how long? A small amount of saliva drained down to the tip of her tongue. Soon she was finding it difficult to swallow and her mouth became dry. Time seemed stagnant. Ellie had no sense of `when'. How long has she kept fighting the urge to recoil her tongue? Was it day? Was it night? Had only minutes passed or hours? The former cheerleader could not tell. Then she remembered the septum of her nose throbbed. After some more assessment, she detected a small nose ring resting on her upper lip! "What is this nightmare!" Her tongue hurt as it became more and more dry; She was parched. At times, she felt her mind drifting and her tongue would retract back toward its home, bringing the tit with it like some carnal desire her tongue had to confront her mind as if to say "This nipple is my friend and I can bring it home anytime I want!" Then Ellie had in her mind, a nuclear option: Bite the breast and see what happens. She didn't want to do it, and not knowing what was going on with her body, she knew she would be taking a regrettable risk. But if she didn't try, then how would she know? The trapped girl retracted her tongue enough to get some of the foreign flesh past her teeth. And then she did it! In an instant, a knife of pain speared into her brain almost causing her to pass out completely! At the same time, Ellie had released the tit and she could hear the sound of a woman quietly in tears. Holy shit! Her mind was scrambled. Where was she. Who was crying? What's this thing in my mouth? It took a few minutes for the ex-cheerleader's brain to normalize. Well, that didn't work. She finally admitted to herself. "Wha ah huck eh ohing o he!" She yelled. And her frustrated cries played in unison with the mystery woman. Still, she forced her tongue out of her mouth... but it became futile. Eventually, Ellie, degree by degree, drew the woman's breast against her lips and then into her mouth where her tongue could rest, her mouth could water, despite her mind repeating the command, "No further!" But time could no longer be counted. Her mind blurred... her focus faded until her tongue unceremoniously swiped at the nubbin. It grew. As if against her will, the ex-cheerleader's brain tried drawing itself out of the boredom by tempting Ellie's mouth to instinctively nurse on the breast. Fight it... fight it... she compelled herself, drowning in her limbic system... until... eventually... hungry, and bored... Ellie began sucking on her female captor's teat. She had to release her inhibitions in order to free her brain with a task... at first tentatively, then with a passive curiosity, she settled into a lackadaisical routine of actively tugging, flitting, and nursing on the female in front of her. As Ellie had accepted her present fate, the woman's moans returned and echoed off the dimly lit, dark, bare, white walls. Sucking... exploring... lapping... kissing... ------------------------------------------ The smell of food woke her. "Where am I?" was her first thought. She went to raise her hand to her head to help clear her brain, but found she couldn't. She didn't feel like she was restrained. She just couldn't feel her hands, her arms, or legs to move about. Then it hit her. It wasn't a dream. "My god..." Darkness surrounded her like before. Ellie recounted her time before she fell asleep confessing to herself that she spent what seemed like hours or a day sucking on a woman's breast. Embarrassment and shame crept into her mind. Adjusting her tongue in her mouth, she discovered she could put her lips together. The ring was gone! But a... a... small stud still skewered her tongue. She pondered, "Well, at least I'm not connected..." Ow! A pain in her nose... under her nose... Ellie pursed her lips and tried to wriggle her nose and realized the nose ring she'd discovered before was now connected to something... something else... Fuck! Ellie felt panic again rise inside her. What now! Returning to the soreness at the end of her nose she realized the nose ring was larger and thicker than the one she'd had on earlier. Will this nightmare ever end? Rubbing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her oral flesh balked at the metal post scraping the tender flesh. Wincing, she reflexively scrunched her nose feeling the ring tug against some mysterious mass in front of her. What the hell am I connected to now? The smell of food caught her attention again; She was so hungry! Slowly, she squinted her eyes to see what was in front of her, but couldn't make anything out of the darkness. Tentatively, she leaned her face forward until something cold touched her upper lip. She jerked her head back reflexively before pulling her lips into her mouth to taste the mystery. It is weird - she thought - what being immersed in darkness can do to one's senses. Ellie couldn't identify the taste or smell. She only knew it was food. Moving her head forward again, she was ready for the mass in front of her. After touching her lip again, she stuck out her tongue and gathered a much larger sample specimen and rolled it around in her mouth. Chocolate! She tasted chocolate – at least, she sure hoped it was chocolate. She lapped another mouth full and determined she was eating chocolate cream – a chocolate cream pie! The ex-cheerleader directed her nose ring forward to the food and began to gorge on the cream filling. Soon her nose came up against something solid, but the brunette didn't care; she was so hungry, she just turned her head left and then right, lapping all that she could before returning to the middle again. The cream filling in front of her tasted tangier than the pie on her left and right sides. Then she bumped her nose into something soft and a woman's groan erupted somewhere beyond her and the `cream pie' foundation in front of her briefly vibrated. A dim light evolved from the darkness in the span of a single breadth, and stopped. Guarded, yet bold, Ellie continued to eat. She began to get down to whatever lay under the chocolate cream. Starting from the sides she sensed... a wall, soft, but firm. Turning her head more toward the center, Ellie's tongue lapped away the cream pie until there was another audible groan not her own. Once again, the area around the cheerleader's face shook briefly, and the dim light got a little brighter. Although she still really couldn't move her head much further away or from side to side, what she was connected to continued to limited her to only a couple of inches in any direction. Slowly, she returned to lapping at the chocolate around her until only what was directly in front of her was left. The center tasted more piquant until quite suddenly, vertical strips of... something... fat(?), ... fleshy(?) ... became apparent. Still, not realizing what object the chocolate cream was masking, Ellie kept licking. And with the constant strokes of her tongue, Ellie's field of view continued trembling, and the dim light progressed in its luminosity... until, not realizing she was keeping her eyes closed while she ate, the cheerleader raised her lids slowly in fear... and horror exploded in her brain! Ellie was eating pussy: Chocolate encrusted, thigh surrounded, gaping vagina in her face – the cheerleader was pleasuring another woman. Abruptly, Ellie's shock transformed into tears. "What the hell is going on here!" she screamed. She wanted to slam her head into the sensitive flesh in front of her, but her head could only move a trifle and her frustration only amounted to love taps against the female genitalia. The nose ring joined her to the mystery woman's clit, now stretched out as if reaching for her affection. Ellie cried. She withdrew. She lost her appetite, but all was for not. The chocolate covered sex remained in front of her; Attached to her. With the distant female moans, the room lights did get brighter as if to publicize her embarrassment. With every wag of her nose, the stranger's clit would weep and mix with the food in front of her mouth. Shaking her head from crotch-bound-thigh-to-thigh would pull the sensitive organ back and forth, and then to and fro, only exciting her food source. Hours passed and her weeping calmed into a dejected indignation. If it wasn't for the hunger pains, Ellie felt she could have outlasted the female form in front of her; That and her captor's patience maybe. But the aroma of chocolate, however twisted it smelled mixed with a woman's pussy secretions, was begging her to eat. The thigh flesh acted as blinders that drew her vision to the still quivering center: the clit had grown to almost rest against the tip of her nose. Weakening in her resolve, the trapped girl began licking the thighs of the any traces of flavor. Pressing her open mouth against the taut inner, upper leg muscles, she cleaned the supple skin. Then, with sober resolve - but not defeat! (she convinced herself) – the girl leaned straight ahead and began to eat the rest of the chocolate pussy. The ex-cheerleader finished the brown gobs and then went in for the details. She let her tongue forage over every bump and crevasse before focusing on the deep hole where she stabbed and rimmed as far as her oral appendage could go inside the chocolate pussy center. Meanwhile, the crotch on display shook and sometimes jumped, but only as far as the clit-to-nose connection could stretch. Ellie could still hear the heavy breathing and groaning even with the woman's thigh pressing against her ears. Ellie was fully buried in a woman's pussy searching for any nourishment her tongue and mouth could find; the woman's clit crammed firmly against and even a bit inside the cheerleader's nostrils. Suddenly, there was a stiffening of the thighs walls and jamming of pussy into the girl's face when fluids from inside the woman's center and around the inner labia fully bathed the connection between the two women. Ellie swallowed all the cream and lather mixed with chocolate: She even pulled the labia between her lips to get all the slime into her stomach. As the thigh wall relaxed, the trapped girl couldn't rest until she finished inspecting the woman's privates in detail for anything she could ingest – she was that hungry. Finally, she released her female dinner plate and then sleepily focused on wiping her tongue inside her mouth. Her eyes open, the room bright enough, see stared into the woman's crotch trying to think of anyplace she might have missed in her oral collection. Then she fell asleep. ------------------------------------------ Something bobbed inside her mouth. "What's going on?" was her first thought. She went to raise her hand to her head to help clear her brain, but remembered she couldn't. She didn't feel like she was restrained. She just couldn't feel her hands, her arms, or legs to move about. Then it hit her once more – she'd realized she was being groomed to eat pussy. But why? "Oh my God! What's in my mouth!" Darkness surrounded her like before. Ellie recounted the times before she fell asleep. Again, her mind suffered embarrassment and shame. Now, a foreign object rested on her tongue, and her lips were closed. Some syrupy tasting river slowly oozed passed her uvula and on down her throat. Awake and annoyed, Ellie set out on another reluctant tactile discovery mission. Keeping her mouth closed, she rolled her tongue over the object... and tasted... peppermint! "OK, so far so good..." she thought to herself. After some more investigation, she concluded that the object in her mouth was a peppermint lollipop – both lollipop ball and stem seemed made of candy. Still, she wondered what was the catch, and braced herself for anything as she cautiously licked away at the nourishing, sugary treat. As the lollipop ball diminished, the cheerleader identified a thick string was at the lollipop center. The candy-ball consumed, the candy `stick' was a sugar-coated-stiff continuation of the string leading outside her mouth. "Oh Christ," she thought. "Here we go!" Ellie moved her head forward... ... and for the first time, she realized that nothing was connected to her nose except for a small ring resting on her upper lip. (She still had the tongue stud as well, though a small one.) Also, she noticed her head had a little more freedom of motion – she could crane her neck further and turn it side to side. With the string inside her mouth, the girl moved further across the `string-stick'. Afraid to venture further, she bit into the string and pulled more of it toward her. "Mmmm... Oohhh...!" There was that familiar female groan. Ellie kept her eyes closed: She didn't want to see what horrid display might be awaiting in front of her. Instead, she focused on consuming the peppermint hard candy coating the string. Another tug, another moan, and the taste of peppermint began to change. The peppermint was still there, but it had some kind of other coating on it making the candy taste a little... earthy? She couldn't put a word to it. Still, not bad enough for her to stop getting whatever food she could into her belly, the girl blindly continued. After a couple of more pulls, and moans, the string stopped as if trapped against something. Chewing her way further forward, it happened. Ellie's nose bumped against what she was expecting, and feared - a warm, fleshy wall. She spat out the excess string. Maybe I should just stop and never open my eyes, she argued in her mind. But she was so hungry. How long had it been since she had eaten since the chocolate debacle? She knew great humiliation and torment waited for her on the other side of her eye lids. The little bit of candy she had already consumed only made her hunger worse. She needed more to quiet her pangs. Bit by bit, Ellie opened her lids. The light was brighter, cycled brighter with every moan her pussy dinner plate cried out. And there, directly and only inches in front of her was the woman's supine asshole: About an inch of mucronated, peppermint candy coated string stuck out of the rectum. The trail of limp, wet cord followed to the ground at her chin. "Fuck you! Fuck you!" she screamed. "Fuck you whoever you are! And Ellie closed her eyes, and wept and cried for a long time, once again. What are they doing to me? They want me to be gay? They hate me to make me humiliate myself this way? Are they watching me? Filming me doing these horrible things? And what for? Thrills? Revenge? What did I ever do to anyone? I was a crappy cheerleader. That's all. And I deserve this? "Fuck you!" she cried out again. Ellie was in a battle of wills, her against... who? The inevitable. The trapped girl knew what she had to do. But not now. Her consciousness suffering, Ellie closed her eyes and cried herself tired. ------------------------------------------ Hours passed, and nothing changed. Ellie's hunger kept her from thinking clearly. Her emotions no longer had the better of her. Opening her eyes, she assessed the problem before her. How to get the food? The girl angled her head and stuck out her tongue to lap up the string. Then she meticulously used her lips to move across the length of cord until she came to where it became taught. Leaning her head a little forward - with her tongue, she pulled a loop into her mouth and bit down on it. Using the muscles in her neck, Ellie pulled her head back. As she did this, she watched the cord coming out of the rectum dragging something behind it. The cheerleader watched the anus bulge outward as the object began to crown. Ellie surmised the object was another ball that the string was connected to, only much larger. The woman's groans became cries of excitement. Bits of peppermint fractures left on the string sprinkled down. Ellie pulled as the peppermint ball protruded a third of the way out of the asshole before she had reached the total distance possible for her to move back. She wanted to shimmy further up the string to pull get better purchase, but in the minute second it took for her teeth to re-grasp the string further toward the ball, the candy object disappeared back into the woman's anus. She also recognized the woman's rectal ring appeared too dry to dilate enough to release the ball. After some thought, she decided what she had to do: As repugnant as it was to her, Ellie pressed her face deep into the soft female crotch. She mashed her tongue against the asshole, lathering the sphincter thoroughly. Then, gasping in her mind, she plunged it deep into the rectum coating the thick ring. Again and again she lubricated the mystery woman's dark sphincter. Then, biting on the cord, she employed her neck muscles once more and pulled on the string to remove the ball. A cacophony of cries filled the air as the female crotch erupted and shook. Ellie wasn't about to let go. She saw the rectum stretch more and more as the pink and green speckled peppermint jawbreaker emerged. More and more, even a small part of Ellie's brain admired the spectacle of the stretched anus as she played a game of tug-o-war with the turgid ring. At end, with an unceremoniously "Plop", the ball popped out of the ass. The girl spit out the ring and attacked the almost-baseball-sized candy ball not caring what it tasted like, not caring about the ass mucus that covered it. As far as Ellie was concerned, all of it was nourishment her body could use. On and on she went sucking the ball as it diminished in size. She'd trapped it against the woman pussy on one side as she sucked on the other, slobbering and slurping, the ball moved around. The string eventually frayed until it broke off. The girl and pussy were playing handball back and forth. The woman continued moaning. The stickiness of the candy made the pussy weep fluid all over the peppermint. But Ellie was passed that now. The ball tasted tangy and that began to excite her too. As the candy ball shrank, the more the girl took an active role in using it to excite the pussy. Holding the jawbreaker between her lips, she dragged it all around the female sex. Once, while keeping herself occupied, Ellie accidentally fed it to the hungry pussy hole and it plopped inside. Cursing herself, the cheerleader had to dig and tongue-claw at the pussy hole. Her tongue could touch it, but not grasp it to pull it out. But she didn't give up. If she had to lick it from inside the woman's womb, then so be it. Elli was not going to starve herself because of a woman's genitalia. Buried in the cunt, Ellie did all she could to get inside the birth canal. This in turn excited the pussy only increasing the secretions. Ellie ate everything. Luckily, as a consequence, the pussy orgasmed and in the throes of passion, the birth canal somehow pushed out what was left of the ball. There it laid in a soupy mess in front of her, and Ellie slurped it up into her mouth. "It's mine now bitch!" she mumbled. In her momentary satisfaction, Ellie relished the candy that was all hers now. Eventually though, still very hungry, she would clean up any candy/pussy/ass remnants and clean the open vagina and rectum for any more nourishment. ------------------------------------------ TRAINING (part II) Ellie went through this rotation of female body parts, on and on. And on, And on. Tit-pussy-ass, tit- pussy-ass, tit-pussy-ass. Ad nauseam. She did notice the woman subjects were different all the time, and varied in size, skin color, and shape. Women's pussies with small clits, large clits, tits with big nipples, small nipples, even inverted nipples. Some had very short labia, and others had very long ones – some so long that Ellie swore she had gotten them passed her uvula. Some asshole stars were tight, some loose and easy to penetrate; Stars were big and small, pink or brown or black. Above it all though was how much life sustaining nourishment she could get in each round. It seemed the more she showed acceptance to her situation, things changed. Bodily, she was allowed to move about down to her shoulders and her head was no longer frozen to the one position. After the third tit round, she was no longer tethered to nipples – she sucked on the breasts freely. Once in a while, some of those breasts fed her warm human breast milk that she thought tasted especially sweet. The nose ring-to-clit connections happened off and on. She didn't seem to mind as she would play with the sensitive organ after her meal. In any case, she always explored the pussies and asses deeply for more food items. Time didn't exist. The whats and whys didn't seem to matter to the girl anymore. Events just happened and Ellie's single focus was eating, and licking, and slobbering, and consuming... women. The ex- cheerleader had accepted her new role. Ellie was accustomed to her embarrassment and humiliation, and it now excited her. Thoughts of publicly performing her dinner show in front of a crowd made her eat more aggressively, especially when she envisioned high school girls being her audience. Ellie's threshold for degenerate thought became inevitable considering her situation. She fantasized about getting caught by her mother with her sister's pussy in her mouth. Or her old boyfriend finding her in the back seat of his car with her tongue buried in his new girlfriend's asshole. Or the Dallas cheerleaders coming into the locker room and Ellie would be there suckling on Kelli Finglass' tits with her hands down inside her pants stroking her ass. But what was becoming more apparent to the girl now was, her loneliness. She had no one to talk to. She barely spoke out loud any more. Aside from her dinner-plate lovers groaning, and Ellie's own eating moaning, sputtering, lip smacking and sucking – silence was all that was left. The ex-cheerleader began talking to her subject body parts as time went on. Once, after drinking two tits dry, Ellie confided in a low, nonchalant voice. "Yup, you two were good," she said kissing each nipple. Then she'd snuggle her face against on breast and rubbed the teat with the tip of her nose. "You sisters fed me well...," Ellie burped. "Thank you for helping me. Let me make it up to you. I'm going to make you hard before you go, as a reward for filling my belly." Then the girl smiled to herself and proceeded to excite and inflame the already raw nubbins until they were standing at attention. Actually, the ex-cheerleader couldn't help herself and just kept sucking on the woman's tits until she drifted off to nap with her head resting against the subject's chest with the nipple still embedded inside Ellie's mouth. After eating her pussy-meal, Ellie talked while she cleaned her fleshy plate. "Must keep your pussy clean," she intoned. "Do we have anything here... (*slurp*) "Or maybe here... (*slurp*) "How about way in here..." Ellie would reach with her tongue deep into the subject woman's womb for any morsel that needed to be wiped up. Then she'd confide with the pussy and thighs. "You tasted terrific tonight. Thank you for being so flavorful." More licking and sucking. "I like your especially large clit here (*nibble*)... I appreciate your giving up some of your special sauce. Maybe I can have some more...?" And then Ellie would service the female sex. She became proud if she could make the pussy cum all on her own, and not while she was eating. She felt a sense of accomplishment if she saw the pussy lips quiver, or the subjects entrance pucker with excitement for what she was doing to the genitalia orally. Getting the blast of womanly cream gave Ellie the added opportunity to clean the pussy again, and again until, exhausted, she rested her face against the subject's crotch while nursing a clit or labia before drifting off to sleep. The next time Ellie woke, her subject woman was prone, and the ex-cheerleader found herself lifting her head off a pair of butt cheeks, soft and warm. Oh, this is nice, she thought and place her head back down on the pillowy flesh and enjoyed the physical closeness to another human being. She'd snuggle, kiss and lick the rounded globes and then snuggle some more. The smell was mild and female. Ready to explore, the girl ran her nose up and down the velvety crack. Not wanting to get all wet just yet, Ellie furrowed deeper inside the yielding walls until she hit bottom, literally. She moaned her approval when her nose met sphincter, and she hummed while she drilled for what might be inside sexy turgid ring. Then she felt it: Her tongue found something hard and cylindrical. Not to get it out, Ellie promised. This was child's play for her now. The girl surrounded the rectum with her lips and in effect, essentially gave the pucker a hickey; Ellie sucks and rolled her teeth over the sensitive ring which caused it to want to kiss her back. The girl and asshole French kissed each other. Ellie had her tongue, and the rectum had... the mystery object coming out from the submerge depths. Soon the object was at the butthole entrance and Ellie quickly pushed her face and teeth in against the outside of the hole then her lips immediately sucked big forcing the cylinder to protrude. Ellie's teeth quickly bit into the object and pulled it out with care. It was a Tootsie Roll vine! Yum!, the girl thought. I wonder how much is in there? The ex-cheerleader pulled out several inches of the continuous chocolaty treat, then rested her head on the ass cheeks and just ate the candy snaking out of the depths of the asshole below. She was embarrassed to think she was in heaven. Sufficed as to say, she was comfortable, enjoying herself and eating the ass candy. Now and again, she'd dip her head down into the abyss and lubricate the ring to ensure her food supply wouldn't break off... and, also because she liked it. After gently pulling lengths of Tootsie vine out, she relaxed on her girl-pillow. And that was how the ex-cheerleader spent her "day". Ellie's metamorphosis was almost complete. ------------------------------------------ IN THE FIELD It was Jessie Walsh's Sweet Sixteen birthday party. Her mom and the help had decorated the dining room with all the right celebratory signs and posters. The table was filled with candy bowls and all sorts of party makers. Jessie and about ten of her closest friends laughed and played around the house all afternoon. The sun shone through the spacious windows; The house was enormous as Jessie's mom was well to do. The girls were all gathered in the dining room and Jessie was opening her presents when her mother, Terry, strolled into the room. She watched the girls all having fun and just being sixteen year old girls. Terry thought it was a nice day for a party. After the girls finished with the presents, Terry spoke up. "There is one more present for you Jess, darling." All the girls looked in Terry's direction. The mom signaled to someone out of sight, and then in stepped this twenty something year old woman, wearing a purple and white cheerleader uniform that said in the familiar cheerleader font - "LHS", and underneath, "Lesbian High School". The bust was cut low revealing the woman's sexy cleavage. As she walked forward, one could tell she wasn't wearing anything under the short skirt; She was naked and shaved below the waist – the cheerleader's moistened nether lips shined in the sunlight. The girl's jaws dropped. "Oh my god!" Jessie move to the front. "Mom..?" The cheerleader stopped next the Terry. "I got you a new toy! Your dream gift, honey!" The ends of Jess's mouth curled upward and then the cheerleader stepped in front of Jess. She looked beautiful, the birthday girl thought. Her present stood at her same height, but she was older, like twenty-three years old or something. She had on light makeup and ruby lipstick for the special occasion. Her hair was dark and long, and tied up into two pigtails toward the top of the back of her head. The cheerleader squatted down and then unbuttoned Jessie's tight jeans. Pulling them down, only the girls purple embroidered panties were left. The woman leaned forward, sticking her nose in Jess's cleft and breathed in. "Ooh! That's feels nice!" Jess squealed. All the other girls circled Jess and watch the cheerleader grab the hem of Jess's panties with her teeth and yank them down. Then the woman looked up at each of the girls before settling on Jess. And with a smile, she stretched out her long tongue and slowly burrowed it inside Jess's twat. The girls oow'd and aww'd. Jess smiled was beaming. The cheerleader snaked her arms up Jessie's legs and massaged the girl's ass while she sucked on her pussy. "Oowoooo... What's her name, mom?" "Ellie, dear." "Ohhh... Mmmm... Oh thank you mom!" Jess reached out for her mother. Terry came up next to her daughter and they kissed, deeply, tongues in each other mouths. Jess realized this was the best birthday she's ever had: a woman eating her pussy, surrounded by friends, on her sixteenth birthday, kissing her mother... and... and ... Ahhhhhhhh... (*inhale*)... (*exhale*)... wonderful! ------------------------------------------ Ellie had been weened off of the food for female sex habits and became a full on feamle homosexual enjoying pussy ass and tits. Her duties were many in the Walsh household. Beside worshiping Jessie almost all the time, she was also a lesbian ambassador to her friends, a curious pet for the girl's mother and friends and a cum bucket for the female help. But the ex-cheerleader was comfortable and a happy pussy slave so long as she had a tit, or pussy or ass in her mouth. She enjoyed the tits, pussy and ass, and she enjoyed teaching others to enjoy the same. This one friend of Jessie's, Ally, came over often. Ellie thought she had a crush on her. One afternoon, Jessie was relaxing on the beach lounge chair all oiled up and working on her suntan; Ellie stretched on her stomach between the girl's legs and nursing on her pussy as usual, and Ally had stopped by. Summoning up the courage, the girl asked Jess if her toy could teach her how to eat a woman. "Ah, you got a girlfriend on the side, do you?" Jess lowered her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose. "Sure. Come by after school tomorrow and she can show you how she does me." "We can't start now?" "Boy, you are eager!" Jess replaced her sunglasses and laid back down in the sun. "Go ahead and practice on Ellie then if want." Ally sprinted around Ellie's backside and let out a nervous giggle. Still nursing, Ellie, who was always naked around the house, opened her legs and let the girl inspect and tinker with her sex from her behind for over an hour. The next day, Jessie was reading a book on the overstuffed chair in the playroom. Ellie placed her lover's legs on each arm of the chair, opening her sex wide. Ally was on the couch watching and waiting until Ellie motioned her to come over. As Jess' pussy slave pointed out parts of her benefactor's vagina to Ally, the girl was just staring at her. So, the toy broke the tension and kissed Ally, long and hard: Her tongued stretched into girl's virgin mouth and wrestled with the inexperienced youngster's tongue which was stabbing in all directions. It was Ellie's tongue that took control and calmed the adolescent tongue down. Soon, the appendages were in sequence in a lazy, yet determined exchange of saliva. Ally raised her hands to the ex- cheerleader's cheeks never wanting the kiss to end... Ellie broke the kiss and in a low voice, "Now that we have that out of the way, pay attention. This here is called the..." - Ally, slightly embarrassed, looked at Jessie, nervous. Her friend didn't even bat an eye – "Hey...hey, little girl..." Ellie pinched her nose. "Look, I'll give you another kiss after were done here, OK?" Ally nodded vigorously, and then followed Ellie's instruction. "The key to eating: Pussy etiquette. Observation is key..." the toy pointed out. ------------------------------------------ SUCCESS Almost a year later, Jessie was in the recliner with one leg up on the arm. She was watching her favorite show, "Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team". Ellie was there also, at Jessie's feet on the floor, between the girl's legs. She had just finished licking up all of the sticky pussy juice resulting from another one of the girl's orgasms (her third that day). Now she was lackadaisically tugging on the teen's clit and realized: This clit is longer since the first day I set my lips to it. Pulling on the labia with her lips, she also noticed they were meatier and longing as well. She went to pull on her lover's clit, and had almost forgotten that Ally was already nursing on her undercarriage since she'd orgasmed. Sitting on the girl's face and watching her lips suck and comb over her clit and labia, she noted her soft tissue was expanding also. Returning to her charge, Ellie pulled more of Jessie's vaginal lips in between her own oral lips, and imagined the two of them years from now with wonderfully long, fleshy pussies. Mmm, she thought, and sucked some more. Reaching under Jess' blouse, Ellie toyed with the youngster's nipple. Meanwhile, Jessie was watching her show and thought out loud, "Mom says I can get another one..." Then focusing on Ellie's fingers tugging on her exposed nipple. "... Another toy from Dallas. "What do you think of that, Ellie?" The women turned her head briefly at the TV screen, shrugged and then went back to playing with Jess's genitalia. Although Ally was still engaged with Ellie's labia, she was watching the TV screen the whole time. "Aw, come on babe," Jess signaled her toy to meet her mouth, and Ellie glided up the girl's semi naked body and the two kissed for several seconds. "Mm, you taste good. "You suck on me so much, it's like I'm kissing myself!" And Jess gave the woman's nose a quick peck. "No, really, hon. Which girl would you like to join our little harem?" Jess pulled up the internet on the top half of the TV with Dallas Cheerleaders picture, while the show played out on the bottom half. The girl cycled through each Dallas girl until Ellie saw the girl she wanted and pointed at the TV. "Her." "OK, let's see. Chelsie Walker." Jess quickly kissed her lover. "Is that who we want? (*kiss*), huh?" Ellie nodded, and then slid down back to her comfortable station, and back on Ally's cooing mouth. "Alright then!"